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2022.01.27 12:31 uziel7 E lá vamos nós...

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2022.01.27 12:31 ratbastid Three bowls of cats

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2022.01.27 12:31 Shadow1629 Kek günüme özel gülümseyen kedi

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2022.01.27 12:31 BadaB00mBabay Клайв Джонс - отец 129 детей.

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2022.01.27 12:31 ShaoLimper [SF][FN] Jio of the Village

My wife glares at me, annoyed by my long deliberate sips of the bitter-sweet dark fluid in my cup. She shakes her head slightly and rolls her eyes as I give her an apologetic smile. Coffee is so very rare these days and I’ll be damned if I don’t savour every last drop. With a smile she gathers up her tablet and moves into the other room, leaving me to enjoy my drink in peace.
Outside I can see the glow of the sun breaking the horizon, but it is far from safe to venture out yet. I’m not in a hurry today anyway. Last week all my livestock was slain by the Night, but not a single carcass was spoiled, so we were able to sell the meat. Not often does the Night give, but that one will go down in history. At least my meagre history.
I sip my coffee again, letting the nearly scalding heat pass gently over my lips. Were I a Dusk Monk or Pilgrim, I would be graced with the taste whenever I saw fit, but as much as I love the drink, it is not worth the price of my soul. How can one revere the Night so honestly? Love it and worship it? The Night doesn’t care about us. It only wants our blood.
Hmmm? Mail today? And so early too.
“Jio…” Lara stands in the doorway, staring worriedly at me. Mail in the morning is never a good sign. Damnit, I just want to enjoy my coffee!
“I’ll get it,” I say with as much calm as I can muster. I am far from calm though. There are very few reasons in this world that mail is delivered before the sun is completely above the horizon, especially out in the Edge where the Night lingers and bites.
With a stifled sigh, I set my coffee down and make my way to the front of the house where a small brazier of silver fire burns dimly. I open the cupboard beside it and fetch a small revolver and six bullets, and carefully place them on a slotted spoon and hold it over the glittering flame. I don’t pretend to understand how the magical flame works or how it doesn’t actually heat anything up. After a minute of waiting, the bullets themselves glisten with the silver fire licking gently. I don a glove and quickly put them into the revolver cylinder and snap it into place while I peek out the silver-lined spyhole on the door. Satisfied that the way is clear, I crack the door and take aim as practised and trained: over the door, under the door, push it open and step back.
I don’t trust nothing. I would rather see something and face it than not see something. I step out onto the deck and see the line of salt surrounding the door undisturbed and relax a little. Salt can't stop the Night, but it can satiate it. Had there been a presence it would have likely… Ate? Absorbed? Done whatever with the salt that it does with it.
I take another few steps out towards the mailbox, revolver forward, silver flame slowly engulfing it harmlessly to me. I kick the door closed behind me, take the last step, and open the box. Inside is a single black envelope, the standard of the Duskite Priests.
Shit shit shit shit…
I snatch it out and take a last look around before turning back to the door.
The door is ajar. The salt is disturbed.
No no no…
With caution gone, I sprint to the door and wrench it open and nearly run face first into a closed door. What is going on? What is grabbing my hand? Looking at the door in my hand, I see it is no longer a door, but something twisting, black and terrible. I can’t pull my hand away! I can’t breathe, my chest is too tight and it’s crawling up my arm.
It doesn’t hurt. I always thought it would. I thought it would burn and tear and I’d scream, but it is just cold. Every tendril of inky blackness that slithers up my arm brings numbness and a calm quiet. It makes no noise at all…
“JIO” Lara shrieks and I snap to attention. I’d never heard her like that before, but now, through a small window, I see her panic and terror. That’s all I need.
I pull with all my might, and though it sticks to me, it gives way slowly. MY GUN! I don't bother to aim the first few shots anywhere as there is no anatomy of my foe, just formless despair. Two bullets scream through the barrel and shatter on the thing, spreading the incandescent silver quickly. It somehow gets lighter, though it does not lessens its grip, I am able to pull it with me. I start running to the street, to the top of the small hill on the east end of the road. The calming numbness grows up my arm, now reaching my elbow, but I can’t look back. I must reach to the top…
Sprinting, dragging the hungry entity behind me, I desperately try to reach the top but… I won’t make it. This is how it ends? I didn’t even finish my coffee. Lara won’t drink it. She hates the stuff and there are beans in the cupboard for at least another four or five cups. Maybe she can sell it to pay for the clean up of the remains. My remains.
I am shivering. It is so cold now. My whole arm must be gone and it is coming into my head next. What will it be like? Will I still exist, or will I simply cease to be? Does my soul get eaten with it, or will it mercifully release it?
What is that? A woman, tall and terrible, stinking of despair and hell itself crests the hill the dawn bursting behind her. She raises an axe and strikes me. The pain explodes from my arm and I hit the dirt hard. Blackness closes in. I didn’t make it.
Please, don’t take Lara. Don’t…
Oh GODS ABOVE, the pain!
My shoulder is fire, my neck is writhing and my vision is red. What am I?!
Lara gasps and latches onto me. NO! Get away, save yourself! I try to push her away, but nothing happens. Nothing but fire and pain. I want to scream, but can only manage a soft groan before the black closes in again.
It feels like minutes, and somehow days, but I keep waking and drifting off. I am always in the same place and sometimes Lara is there, her sweet chamomile scent greeting me, and other times the stench of rot and blood wait for me. I can’t sit yet, but I think I understand now. I am alive and this must be the Silver Temple.
At least the red vision and fire are passing, but I still can’t move...
“Damnit!” I spilled my coffee.
Lara stands up and reaches gently to help, but I wave her away—or at least I try to. It has been several weeks since I lost my arm and coping has been difficult, but the hardest part by far is remembering it isn’t there. I can still feel it and the Priestess assures me it is something called a Phantom Pain, but I am not so certain. I feel someone holding my hand, or brushing up against it, or sometimes doing terrible things with it causing blinding pain. I am sure it is out there but the Priestess assures me that this is normal and that it was incinerated and the ashes cleansed with silver.
Damned expensive silver. I'll never be able to pay this debt.
Lara smiles, but there is a tear in her eye. This is the first cup of coffee I’ve had since then. Suddenly she doesn’t mind my savouring it.
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2022.01.27 12:31 lgats E and S, International Enterprises, Inc. LAPTOP VWNC51518 (2AYPE-VWNC51518)

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2022.01.27 12:31 oddllama25 We need that fabric for more pant suits

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2022.01.27 12:31 theorrus Electronic W-2 Questions

Is there any way to get your W2 electronically if you didn’t sign up before Jan 10th? How about with an import code? What was this year’s import code? The W2 website says that if you get the W2 electronically you can’t receive a paper copy. Is it wise to get it electronically then? I see a lot of people online that can’t see their electronic W2 and Kroger doesn’t help them fix the problem.
I work for Fred Meyer and use TurboTax.
Thanks in advance!
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2022.01.27 12:31 bigmoodlmao Can’t roast me I’m already a burnt chicken nugget

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2022.01.27 12:31 DebKoehler 4K Lagoon Beach Walk - Lagoa de Albufeira - Portugal Beach

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2022.01.27 12:31 shitpavoces Always questioning

If I'm always questioning about being bi could It be because I am Not? Its like 24/7 questioning and always trying to prove to myself that I am! Is It normal? Is It a phase? Or is It because I aint BI?
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2022.01.27 12:31 UhLionEye Histories of Christian County

History of Christian County, Illinois. Philadelphia: Brink, McDonough, and Company. 1880.
Portrait and Biographical Record of Christian County, Illinois. Chicago: Lake City Publishing Company. 1893.
Past and Present of Christian County, Illinois. By Hon. J.C. McBride. Chicago: The S.J. Clarke Publishing Company. 1904.
Historical Encyclopedia of Illinois and History of Christian County. Edited by Henry L. Fowkes. Chicago: Munsell Publishing Company. Volume 1. 1918.
Historical Encyclopedia of Illinois and History of Christian County. Edited by Henry L. Fowkes. Chicago: Munsell Publishing Company. Volume 2. 1918.
Official County Plat Book and Rural Directory of Christian County, Illinois. Mankato, Minnesota: Farm Plat Book Publishing Company. Undated.
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2022.01.27 12:31 larrymcj SP8 i7 question

I’m thinking of returning my new i5 and getting an i7. If I don’t multitask and never have more than one or two apps open, will the fan run a lot on the i7? Some reports say it does just because the i7 runs hotter.
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2022.01.27 12:31 NeedHelpThrow98 My daughter ripped up her brother’s most prized possession and I reprimanded her (UPDATE)

So after reading all of your comments I realized that I was the biggest dick in the world and a horrible father to say what I said to my daughter. I never should have let those disgusting words that I uttered come out of my mouth.
A few days after I made the post, I was in the kitchen cooking and my daughter came and hugged me and cried in my arms and she said that she was sorry and that she doesn’t want me to hate her. I told her to sit down and stop crying. I held her in my arms and told her that nothing that she can do or say will make me hate her. I reiterated my love for her as her father. I also apologized to her for what I said when I said that she “was a problem child”. I told her that the words were said out of anger and that I was a bad father for treating her in such a bad way and I couldn’t fathom what she had been through. She apologized for what she said and that she will try to change and said that she never wants to see her mom again and that she wants to move in with me permanently, me and her mom and been doing 50-50. I said that’s fine with me if that’s what she really wants and she said it is. My son came in the kitchen and saw her crying. She opened her arms and he jumped in them and she apologized. He wiped her tears and said that it’s ok and he loves his big sister. My wife came home and as soon as she walked in the door my daughter jumped up and apologized for everything she ever said and did to my wife and that if anyone deserved the title as her mom, it was my wife. My wife then told her it was ok and that she will always be her daughter no matter what.
Me and my daughter then had a private conversation where I once again apologized to her for what I said. I told her that what I said was out of bounds and that no matter how mad I get that I shouldn’t disrespected her as her father and have said what I said. I told her that no matter what I love her and cherish her. I also apologized to her if she felt out of place is this “new family” and it wasn’t my intent to push her to the side and make her seem like a side character in our house and that I will be better. I said I want another chance to be the father that she deserves because clearly I wasn’t doing a good enough job of it and I wanted to fix our father-daughter relationship. She then said that she thought I hated her when I said what I said and to hear my child say she thought I hated her made me cry as I would never want one of my kids to think I hated them. She continued with the fact she couldn’t take her mom, stepdad, and her dad hating her and she’s glad that I don’t hate her. She then discussed her mom and said that her mom’s husband doesn’t want her around and she misplaced her anger from that situation towards me. She again reiterated her love for me as her father and said that if I’m trying to be a better father that she can try and be a better daughter and sister. I suggested that she can try therapy so she can both get the help she needs and I will go with her so I better understand her and understand the pain she had been through, to which she agreed. She also said that she will pay to get the photo fixed no matter how much it will cost and I told her it’s getting done as we were talking and she smiled. She went inside and again hugged her little brother and said she was sorry for destroying something that meant so much to him and he said it was ok. The rest of the day was pretty great. We finished cooking, played some games, and my wife put on some music and we all danced together until the end of the night. That night I went into her room and her little brother was in there sleeping with her and they were dead asleep, I know this because my daughter snores like a chainsaw. Thank you all of Reddit for the advice and the criticism that I wholeheartedly deserved. Thank you all, have a great day.
So a few things that I wanna address about this post:

  1. I saw the post that everybody said was similar to mine and that mine was fake. I read the post and the resemblance is truly uncanny. My post is not fake and I apologize to anyone who thinks my life is a fake and fabricated story.
  2. Some people commented on my kids and that I shouldn’t have so many or wear a condom or get a vasectomy, etc… the truth is I was reckless when I was younger. I had 5 kids at 21 and it’s not something I’m proud of but I would never replace my kids or say I don’t want them. Also my oldest 4 are with the same woman, my 19 year old son is with a different woman, Alexis should be self explanatory, and my youngest 2 about to be 3 is with my wife.
  3. A lot of you said I need to teach my son boundaries and I realized that was 100% true. I had a conversation with him about boundaries and not to bother someone or invade their space even when your intentions are pure of heart and he understood.
  4. Some people commented on me having 8 kids in the house and my attention being diverted which I get but my oldest 5 are all moved out and on with their lives. Every single one, except my 19 year old, has a child and is married or engaged. All my kids, except my two oldest daughters, live in the same state as me and my 19 year old goes to college.
  5. Lastly therapy a great goddamn idea. I was a dick to my daughter and was harsh in the words I used and a lot of you mentioned that I don’t know what kinda state of mind she was in and that what I said coulda pushed her over the edge. The therapy I suggested to her was suggested by many of you and she has wholeheartedly agreed. Our first session is this Monday and I’m honestly excited to better understand her and her trauma.
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2022.01.27 12:31 MollyTMcC Do You Feel Like This Story Is All Over The Place Right Now?

Stories usually move in a progression, tying things together as they progress. This Is Us feels all over the map lately. Maybe it is just Fogelman's odd way of storytelling. That is part of the reason that I didn't like his movie, Life Itself. The story was in such a zig-zag progression that I never could finish watching (I tried several times). People keep saying "oh, it will all tie together in the end" but I have my doubts about that.
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2022.01.27 12:31 redosyn Mama love is best love. Mama Meoki cares for babies

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2022.01.27 12:31 rainbowpoopstains The body pillow

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2022.01.27 12:31 lgats Shenzhen Ysair Technology Co., LTD Two Way Radio RT45P (2A3OORT45P)

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2022.01.27 12:31 gotnolettuce Lid diagram doesn't exactly match fuses. 2002 F150 4.6 cranks but now start. Added injection cleaner and used starter fluid. Only able to get one small combustion into complete shut down.

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2022.01.27 12:31 Wow540000 Which pumpkin is getting the best head?

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2022.01.27 12:31 AutoNewspaperAdmin [Local] - Alleged thieves in matching puffy jackets make off with jewelry in Somerville smash-and-grab | Globe

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2022.01.27 12:31 Milladazadi Millad Azadi - Money (Official music video)

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