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LJ Idol, Week 17 - Beep Boop Beep
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LJ Idol, Week 17. March 5th, 2012. Ldquo;You can do this,” she said. She had that tone in her voice, that tone where you just knew that a person positively believed what they had just said. She believed it; she knew it and that was all the confidence I needed. If she believed I could do it, then I believed it too. Ldquo;First round pairings,” called the announcer. “Dumas Vs. Mortimer.”. Ldquo;Lighten up, buddy,” I said, teasing a little. “It’ll be over soon.”. I couldn’t make it out. No, that wasn’...
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LJ Idol, Week 11 - Beep Boop Beep
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LJ Idol, Week 11. January 23rd, 2012. Ldquo;Guys, if I never see you again, it’s been an absolute pleasure working with you.”. They all agreed, smiling and laughing. They raised their beer bottles into the air and clinked them together before simultaneously tipping the bottles into their open mouths. Usually, food and beverages would be prohibited from the small lab – especially alcohol, but this was cause for celebration. The other four men nodded their heads to agree. Ldquo;Not really,” she said. Ldquo...
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LJ Idol, Week 12 - Beep Boop Beep
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LJ Idol, Week 12. January 30th, 2012. Saturday morning, at approximately 4:17 AM, I was attacked by a flying black cat. As terrifying as this image may sound, I wasn’t that concerned about it. I knew that whatever damage it was going to do to me, I could take it. Besides, I knew that there was a fireball in the cat’s future that it, and its owner, were unaware of. It’s a secret, for the most part. I don’t tell my colleagues at work about this the day before. Ldquo;What are you up to tonight? Saturday mor...
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LJ Idol, Week 19 - Beep Boop Beep
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LJ Idol, Week 19. March 19th, 2012. Ldquo;So what about me? Ldquo;What about you? Ldquo;Don’t I get to see any of that? You didn’t do anything for it.”. Ldquo;But neither did you.”. Ldquo;Where are you going? Rdquo; asked Ricky. Ldquo;Out,” I said. I zipped up the duffle bag, a recent purchase that still had that new-plastic smell to it. Ldquo;When you come back home, do you think you can get some soda? Rdquo; he asked. “We’re all out.”. My father had always been a very modest man. This house was any...
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Vegas Colour: Main Event, Day 1 (Saturday) (cross-posted to CGP) - Jaws, Teeth, Mess
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Jaws, Teeth, Mess. Vegas Colour: Main Event, Day 1 (Saturday) (cross-posted to CGP). I briefly popped into Las Vegas to surprise some folks (pretty sure I achieved that! And also lent myself to unofficial internet reporting services for the tournament. That included some reporting on Twitter as time permitted (quick note: you can see updates from the players on Twitter by looking for posts with the hashtag #scrabblevegas. NB: 469; MQ: 353. Lewis Saul vs. Dani Roter. LS: 411; DR: 346. AB: 321; DE: 299.
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Sometimes I wonder about the way my mind works .... - Its never too late to have a happy childhood
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Its never too late to have a happy childhood. Id like a do-over on life please . Sometimes I wonder about the way my mind works . Dec 26th, 2008 at 4:09 PM. So I'm at a friend's house for a holiday dinner yesterday, and we're all gabbing and having a punny, wordy time . Someone asks me to pass the gravy boat . and a thought instantly pops in my head . and the thought then passes directly to my lips . What happens if the gravy boat crashes into the iceberg lettuce? The Police - Roxanne. View my Tags page.
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LJ Idol: Week 1 - Your heart is where your duty lies.
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Your heart is where your duty lies. Your head is just along for the drive. LJ Idol: Week 1. Oct 23rd, 2011 at 5:13 PM. The silence in the car could be cut with a knife. Five long heartbeats later, eyes wide and incredulous, she blinks and shakes her head. They ride on in silence, neither of them knowing what to say. She doesn’t enter the church; instead, she sits down on one of the flower pots, with her back against the old stones and cries. There is Ferg, running around the garden with her, barefoot, hi...
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