*laughs*. They live on a railroad track. I remember getting upset every time. Train would approach. Bu brother and I would quickly catch the chickens. My grandma would yell " you kids are gonna run the flesh off those chickens!". *laughs*.

I understand

couch1 has started a new game with the following players:
couch1

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Underground Clubs
The bubbles on his tongue help relax and ground him to the here and now. So does the music. He feels the tabletop under his fingers, the smooth worn surface that's been entertaining people here for years. There are things that ground him easier than others, get his head back into a place of positivity, purpose, after the endless patients seen day in and out. The ones that make it, often are what keeps him going. The ones that don't, are an anchor that drags him down. Outside of that, the digital bark of a holographic dalmation at home. The bounce of blonde pigtails after a long work day. These are things worth grasping on to, taking the time to feel gratitude for. Every moment he can. Every day he can.

My grandpa kept yelling at him to sit down while leading us in the house. They live on 25, which is a major route and people drive absolutely crazy on that road.

Hearing His question ,djinns eyes widened like full moons talk of larls and sleeps made her petite frame feel a cold shiver..."no Master "..as orbs dart a tad anxiously at the ground...thoughts run through her mind surely they would pick off people with more body fat thankful she didn't eat much back at camp

Drawing comfort from his strong hold across her body eyes still scanning the darkness.

looking in

Mom?

Stepmom?

ouch I bet it was without a doubt .

I still have nightmares on occasion. My brother and I were outside my grandparents house in Kentucky when a motorcyclist was going way too fast and missed a semi coming towards him. He hit with such force, I remember just staring as he slid down the road and just kept going and going. He jumped up, but the road rash was pretty wicked. My grandpa heard what happened, rushed out, put his hands over my eyes and said not to look and go inside. I was just in shock over the whole thing

Residence - Living Room
Residence - Living Room
"I think there was."

She's trying to remember. Maybe she should have thought of that before. She watches the next as well. It's been quite a few hours now.

"That sounds like a good idea."

She puts in the last one. In this one, the world is consumed by a hellgod. Just lovely. But, at this point, one of you might notice a woman who was also in the last one. Not really featured. Not focused on. Always in the background but in important places. Near where decisions are made. Was she in some of the others? Maybe it's just an actress. America is not the one to notice it.

Residence - Living Room
"I think there was."

She's trying to remember. Maybe she should have thought of that before. She watches the next as well. It's been quite a few hours now.

"That sounds like a good idea."

She puts in the last one. In this one, the world is consumed by a hellgod. Just lovely. But, at this point, one of you might notice a woman who was also in the last one. Not really featured. Not focused on. Always in the background but in important places. Near where decisions are made. Was she in some of the others? Maybe it's just an actress. America is not the one to notice it.

couch1 has started a new game with the following players:
couch1

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**A large band of Raiders traveling east, positioned about one hundred pasangs NE of Turia**

With the clouds above rolling in the night sky , I can smell rain in the air , though it hasn't released it on the Plains yet and us.. My slave is riding on the front of her saddle , but the warm winds .. I casually hold on to you with my right arm , over your right shoulder and across your small front .. The ride is smooth and there is no bosk yet .. But there is beasts of other kinds in the grass .. hidden and staying away from a group of riders our size ..

"Have you seen any larls out there in the darkness , or sleens girl ?."

.. My low voice has a very serious tone..

Underground Clubs
Monday nights are slow for clubs, except for the types that don't live by workweeks. The smell of aerosolized stims and other euphoric hallucinogens aren't uncommon. People leaning in tables living in digital worlds in data streams flowing through midair. He gazes from his table. His silence. His club soda.

Goodnight Sweet Lady

*smiles*. That's true sadly!

*hugs warmly*. Have a nice night, pretty lady! *Smiles*.

Did i accidentally miss a chance to kiss you
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