#I wonder how many other faculty members are here that we just haven’t met

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I Got You (Sugawara Koushi x Reader)

Anonymous said:

Are you taking requests? I was wondering if you could do a smut with sugawara. Like they get a little drunk, and YN sits in Suga’s lap. Then Suga says something like, ”i know we're just friends, so I'm sorry if I get hard.” and then you can finish it however. Thank you so much!

Anonymous said:

Hiiii I justo read tour Tsukishima post! Is just great! Would It be posible to request a scenario with suga and his S/o un which she is a bit "scared" of being intimate with him because her first sexual contacts weren't good. she was sexually harrased when younger and so She is a bit reluctant of intimate Contact or sex being afraid that it just the same she has experienced. Also being afraid if she doesn't do the do with him he Will leave her. And how would he respond to that?

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Word Count: 3,124

Warnings: SMUT, mentions of sexual assault, drinking, alcohol, Suga being a fucking precious bean, my shit writing

Summary: It’s been a couple of years since everyone on the volleyball team have been together, one night during a get together you end up having one too many drinks, resulting in Sugawara taking you home and confessing his feelings to you. But a situation from your past might prevent you from reciprocating those feelings. 

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So I decided to incorporate these two requests together, I hope you guys don’t mind! I also apologize in advance if the writing is terrible😭😭😭 also another note for you guys: IF MENTIONS OF SEXUAL ASSAULT IS TRIGGERING FOR YOU PLEASE DO NOT READ. SAME IF YOU HAVE AN ISSUE ABOUT THE DRINKING. I NEVER WANT ANY OF MY READERS TO FEEL UNCOMFORTABLE SO PLEASE DO NOT READ IF ANY OF THIS STUFF MAKES YOU UNCOMFORTABLE.  This blog is all about feeling safe and being welcoming. So please do not read if any of those warnings make you uncomfortable. Thank you all for the love and support and I can’t wait to continue writing:)

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The team reunion was everything that you thought it would be. 

 Complete chaos.

 It had been several years since you all had graduated from Karasuno, naturally you guys had stayed connected with everyone despite the different lives you all lead now.

 But it was like it had never changed.

 Currently Daichi was yelling at Hinata’s and Kageyama’s rivalry, both deciding to see how many shots they could take.

 Team reunions and alcohol definitely didn’t mix.

 You sat beside Asahi, watching the madness unfold before you, debating on if you should sneak out now.

 “If Tanaka and Noya aren’t careful, Daichi is going to lose his mind on them soon too.” Asahi laughed nervously as he stared at the other chaotic duo causing a scene.

 “The youth these days can’t handle their liquor.” you sighed, shaking your head.

 “You’re drunk too Y/n.” Sugawara said in amusement, taking in your flushed face and slightly dazed expression. “And what youth? They’re only a year younger than us.”

 Well… he got you there. You weren’t super drunk per say, but you were definitely feeling the effects of the alcohol you had consumed. 

 But in your defense, you were also a light weight. 

 “Don’t be rude Suga-kun.” you pouted staring at the grey-haired male. “I’ve had a long day.”

 “And I haven’t?” he teased. Sugawara was a teacher at Karasuno, and the faculty advisor for the volleyball club.

 It suited him; you had thought. Sugawara was always kind and smart, the fact that he had chosen a career where he could display those characteristics was wonderful.

 He was wonderful.

 Out of the entire team, you had remained the closest to him after you all had gone your separate ways.

 That was to be expected though, considering that you two had been close since before high school, childhood friends.

 And let’s be honest, you still harbored an enormous crush on him.

 “- Shut up you two! You’re disturbing the people around you!”

 Daichi was now yelling at Tanaka and Noya, although the people around you consisted of the old volleyball team. 

 More commotion could be heard from Kageyama and Hinata, and then suddenly you found yourself being pulled onto the lap of Sugawara; a volleyball now resting when you had just been.

 You blinked in confusion.

 “Oi! You almost hit Y/n-chan! Where did you guys even get that ball!?” Daichi yelled.

 “Boke! Hinata! Boke!” Kageyama screamed.

 “Maybe you should just sit here for now.” Sugawara murmured next to your ear, his chin resting on the top of your shoulder as he stared at the scene(s) unfolding before you guys.

 “... Yeah.” you finally uttered out. “Were they always this bad?” you asked, thinking back to your days as a Karasuno manager.

 “Definitely.” Sugawara mused. “But maybe we shouldn’t have met up at a place that serves alcohol.”

 “No kidding.” You muttered under your breath, unconsciously shifting in Sugwara’s lap, making yourself more comfortable as you leaned into his strong chest.

 You both were oblivious to the eyes of Kiyoko and Asahi. They smirked slightly at the sight before them.

 Everyone knew of the crush you guys had on each other. It was obvious. But the fact that you guys had never dated, even after high school, baffled them completely.

 Maybe tonight would change that?

 You couldn’t help the laughter that began escaping your lips as the chaos increased, Daichi had all but given up lecturing everyone and now sat beside Ennoshita.

 You were completely unaware of the way that Sugarawa had stiffened underneath you. The hands that were wrapped around your waist carefully began shifting you, so that you weren’t resting directly on his crotch anymore.

 He could feel the slight race of his heart, and - well - the rising in his pants. He prayed that you didn’t notice.

 But it was just Sugarawa’s luck.

 You could feel the heat in your face rising rapidly, your heart beating just a tad quicker as you felt a growing hardness against the curve of your ass.

 “Suga.” you whispered; your mouth felt incredibly dry right now. “Is that -” “I’m sorry Y/n.” he interrupted you. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.” he said gently, attempting to move you off of his lap.

 You shook your head, waving him off. “I-It’s okay. Y-You don’t have to move me… unless you want to.”

 Both of you visibly froze at your words. Shit, maybe the liquid courage you had in your system made you too bold.

 “Okay.” he murmured, and carefully tugged you closer now. This caused your bottom to slide against his growing member as he attempted to adjust you comfortably on his lap now.

 Despite the growing tension and nerves between the two of you, you didn’t move. His arms were wrapped around your waist carefully, his chin returning to your shoulder as you guys continued watching your teammates/friends create havoc in the room.

 This felt natural, this felt… right. Being wrapped up in Sugawara’s arms was quite literally heaven on earth for you.

 His body heat felt extremely pleasant, despite how overheated you were feeling. The mouthwatering scent of his cologne filled your nose, you could feel his breath against your cheek as it stirred your hair, and the gentle rising and falling of his chest.

 “Kiyoko-san! Marry me!” Tanaka cried, reaching for the dark-haired female. 

 “Kiyoko-san is gonna marry me!” Noya said, shoving at his friend.

 This time it was Ennoshita that began yelling at them. 

 You could feel the rumble of Sugawara’s chest as he laughed quietly behind you. Unconsciously he pressed his face into your neck to muffle the noise. You gasped softly as you felt soft damp lips gently brush against your neck as he attempted to quiet his laughter.

 But he had heard the soft noise that escaped your mouth, his grip on you tightening just slightly.

 Sugawara couldn’t help but wonder what other noises you could make.

 This was definitely going to be a long night.

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 All too soon the night had ended, but you found yourself being accompanied home by Sugawara. 

 He and the team were slightly worried about getting you home safely, considering that you were still a bit drunk, and lived the furthest away.

 But by the time you had gotten home you had sobered up dramatically, now you were just tired.

 “Would you like to come in for a bit?” you asked, gazing up at the male.

 His eyes searched your face for a moment before nodding. 

 Sugawara had been over to your home before, but for some reason it felt different. There was that slight thrill that you shouldn’t have invited him in, the air between you two still held that sexual tension.

 As you sat in the living room together, sipping on the tea you had made, it got worse.

 Should you… confess? Should you say something about earlier? 

 You were a grown ass woman for Christ sake, and you still couldn’t muster up the courage to tell your childhood friend that you’ve been in love with him since you were kids.

 “Y/n.” Sugawara said suddenly, pulling you from your brooding thoughts. He was staring at you seriously, shifting closer to you on the couch.

 “Y-Yes.” you answered back nervously, biting your bottom lip as you stared back. 

 “Can I… can I try something?” He asked softly, gently cupping the side of your face.

 Your lips parted at his sweet touch, nodding softly.

 And then he was kissing you. 

 It was gentle and sweet, his lips incredibly warm and soft as they moved carefully against yours.

 You melted against him, threading your fingers into his hair as the kiss deepened, the softness melting into something extremely passionate.

 You found yourself on your back, Sugawara hovering over your body. You could feel his hands sliding under your shirt, his soft fingers gently trailing upwards on your skin. His touch burned in a pleasant way, it left you breathless and trembling.

 A familiar burn began igniting in the lower pit of your stomach. 

 Until you felt him cup your breast carefully.

 An image you thought you had buried in the deepest pit of your memory came to the forefront of your mind, causing your body to break out in a cold sweat, you flinched hard and began shoving at Sugarawa, feeling trapped underneath his body.

 You yanked yourself away from him, feeling tears sting at the backs of your eyes as you sat up, carefully wrapping your arms around yourself.

 And then you froze, your eyes snapping over to Sugarawa who was staring at you in confusion and worry.

 “Y/n -” “I’m sorry!” you interrupted him, biting down the hysteria as you fought back the painful memories that wanted to invade your mind.

 “For what?” he asked gently, carefully moving closer to you, he gently placed a hand on your shoulder in comfort. “I shouldn’t have gone that far, I’m the one who should be apologizing.”

 You shook your head, wiping at the tears in your eyes. “You don’t need to apologize Suga… It wasn’t your fault.”

 “I find that hard to believe.” he said quietly, carefully moving the hair over your shoulder. “I shouldn’t have forced it, you should’ve told me no if you didn’t feel the same way.” he said, smiling sadly at you. “I should go.”

 Panic overtook your body and you grabbed his hand tightly, preventing him from leaving. “Don’t go!” you cried. “It’s not like that! I... I’ve liked you for a while now Suga. Please don’t go.”

 His eyes widened at your sudden confession, and then softened dramatically as he took in your hysterical form.

 “Well what’s going on. Talk to me.” he murmured, taking your hand in his. His thumb rubbing soothing circles on the top of your hand.

 You could feel your heart racing in fear, if you told him would he leave you? Would he be sickened by you? Knowing that you were broken, tainted. 

 “Hey.” he lifted your chin, forcing your eyes to look at him. His expression was soft and sweet, understanding. “I’m not going anywhere. Talk to me. Let me take care of you.” he breathed, his thumb gently dragging against the bottom of your lip. “You’ve been in my life since we were kids. I’d like you to be in my life more than that now. So please… just talk to me.”

 The sincerity in his voice, in his face, sent warmth throughout your entire being. It sent away the coldness that you felt creeping into your heart.

 “My first boyfriend…” you said quietly after a moment of silence. “He wasn’t… he wasn’t always so nice to me. Of course, no one knew.”

 Sugawara stayed silent. 

 “His touch wasn’t like yours. It wasn’t wanted at all. But it happened…” you trailed off, lips trembling slightly at the memories.

 Sugawara inhaled sharply at your words, anger piercing into his heart. He remembered that boyfriend, he had almost lost his friendship with you because of that guy. The volleyball team almost lost one of their precious managers because of that guy.

 “It was never good… he was so rough and… it always hurt. I -um - I haven’t… been with someone like that since it happened.” you finished, blinking back tears. “But… if it means that you’ll keep liking me… then I don’t mind…” you trailed off.

 Sugawara had never been more upset in his entire life. Just the idea of someone touching you without you wanting them to, hurting you intentionally… he couldn’t even fathom it. Couldn’t even begin to sort out the rage that he felt.

 But this wasn’t about him. This was about you. This was about making sure that you were taken care of, that your needs were being met.

 He carefully tugged you onto his lap, gently cupping your face as he stared at you with such an intensity it left you breathless.

 “Darling, don’t you ever, ever, say that.” he breathed out, the anger in his eyes simmering down to something sad and soft. “I would never put you in a situation where you ever had to feel that… that the only way to keep me is by…” he squeezed his eyes shut for a moment.

 He took a shuddering breath in before opening his eyes and continuing. “I don’t want to do anything that you don’t want to do. All I want from this… is to make you feel loved and happy. I’ve waited years to hear that you like me too. And now that I know you feel the same way… I just want to make you happy.” 

 He rested his forehead against yours tenderly, your eyes fluttering shut automatically. 

 “So, we don’t have to do anything that you aren’t ready for yet.” he finished. “But if you do… I can promise you that I will make you feel good… I’ll always make you feel good. Okay?” he asked, his hand gently cupping the back of your neck.

 He stared at you with so much love and adoration, it caused your heart to clench tightly, the fear and worry dissolving from your body and replaced with a feeling of warmth and safety.

 “Suga.” you whispered softly, “I want… I want to try. Please?” 

 He nodded before leaning forward and pressing a soft kiss against your lips. The kiss you two began to share never escalated to something that you couldn’t handle, it remained sweet and tender. An unspoken promise of never-ending gentleness.

 Before you knew it, both of your guys’ clothes had found their way to the floor, you had ended up in your bedroom, entangling yourselves on the bed.

 “You’re perfect.” Sugawara breathed, his eyes dancing across your naked body. He was rock hard already, but right now his priority was you. It was always going to be you.

 “Can I touch you?” he asked sweetly, gazing at your face with a loving expression.

 You nodded, swallowing thickly as his fingers began dancing across your skin, to your most intimate area.

 Sugawara watched your expression closely as he trailed his fingers over your mound, brushing softly at the top of your slit. He watched as yours fluttered shut in pleasure, his fingers gently running up and down against your soaked entrance.

 “You’re so wet for me.” He breathed in awe, carefully pushing a finger in. You gasped at the unfamiliar intrusion, but then began to melt. You were actually starting to feel good. 

 It didn’t take long until you were trembling and whimpering in pleasure at his gentle touches. Sugawara cooing to you about how beautiful you were and how well you were doing the entire time.

 Without any warning you began unraveling beneath him, the tight coil in your stomach snapping, you moaned loudly as the pleasure overtook your body. Leaving you a trembling mess as you came down from your high.

 Sugawara couldn’t tear his eyes away. You were fucking beautiful, and the fact that he was able to give you so much pleasure, the fact that he was the first one to ever give that kind of pleasure, well, he had never been more satisfied in his entire life. 

 “Do you want more?” he asked softly. You nodded in a daze, but that previous fire began igniting once more at the thought of Sugawara giving you more.

 “Can we try something?” he asked, his fingers rubbing softly at your hip. 

 “Okay.” you whispered. He tugged your body in a sitting position before laying down beside you. His member standing up painfully tall, aching for attention, for relief.

 But again, this wasn’t about him. This was about you. Which was why he wanted to do it this way. He wanted you to set the pace, wanted you to take control, wanted you to feel in control of this situation.

 “Ride me.” He breathed gazing at you with half lidded eyes. “I’m all yours.”

 Something deep within your belly twisted pleasantly at his words, and carefully you climbed on top of him, your hands resting on his strong chest as you stabilized yourself. 

 You could feel his cock brushing against your entrance, causing you to gasp loudly at the feeling. His hands rested lightly on your hips as you settled yourself and then you began sinking down on him and -

 Holy Fuck. 

 The stretch that Sugawara provided left you breathless as you sunk all the down, his cock completely engulfed in your velvety walls.

 You sat still as you began to adjust to the size of him, to the new intrusion. Your gaze found Sugawara's face and your tight walls seized up in desperation.

 His eyes were closed shut, his mouth parted in deep pleasure as he felt your walls squeeze him deliciously.

 You were warm, and you were so fucking wet. 

 “You… can… ngh… you can move if you want.” Sugawara groaned out, his eyes fluttering open. He could’ve cum at the mere sight of you, sitting on top of him, looking absolutely sinful with how beautiful you were.

 You started biting your lower lip as you began to move, gliding your hips up and down and - oh. It’s never… it’s never felt like this before. Pleasure began rippling through you as you slid up and down Sugawara’s cock. 

 Soft zaps of pleasure shooting up your spine. Sugarawa’s hands were resting on your hips, helping to guide you up and down. He knew he wasn’t going to last long, not with the sounds escaping your lips and your sweet expression that was twisted in pleasure.

 “I got you.” he breathed out. “I can feel it… just let go. I got you. Cum for me darling.” you were drastically getting tighter and tighter, your body readying yourself for another orgasm.

 So, you did.

 The euphoria that erupted within your body had you gasping for breath, your entire lower body locking down, causing Sugawara to release himself deep inside of you.

 He moaned your name out loudly, carefully bucking his hips up as he spilled into you. 

 You collapsed onto his chest, both of you trying to catch your breath. He gently began pushing your hair to the side, his hands rubbing up and down your back. Sugawara pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head as you murmured his name softly against his neck.

 “Sleep. I’ll be here when you wake up. Just sleep.” he cooed.

 You could feel your eyes fluttering shut at his warm touch and softly spoken words, you had never been more comfortable, more content, in your entire life until now. 

 You weren’t sure what was going to happen when you woke up, but one thing that you were sure of, was that you were hopelessly in love with Sugawara.

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OBSESSIVE TEACHINGS - DARK!TOM HIDDLESTON

CHAPTER TWO: FOR THE FIRST TIME

SUMMARY: Lynn meets the attractive English teacher, Mr. Tom Hiddleston. WORD COUNT: 3.1k NOTE: it’s 3:00 am but I don’t have a sleep schedule. Enjoy! WARNINGS: dark!tom hiddleston, teacher!tom hiddleston

OBSESSIVE TEACHINGS MASTERLIST

INSIDE IS HAVOC.

For some idiotic reason, most students somehow forget what classes they signed up for three months ago or lost their schedules (I still wonder how that happens) and thus, the front office is a mess of students asking for theirs, the lines bleeding out into the hall. Given this, getting around to head to the commons will be a mission in and of itself. I'm not hating on all of them. As a freshman I was in the same place, my shaky hands and nervously stuttering voice mirroring the kids that smell brand new. Hopefully, to avoid this debacle again, they'll write the classes down. I guarantee the already exhausted looking receptionists would agree.

I almost want to tell the small, thin girl who wrings her hands 'good luck' but I guarantee she'd faint by the time I open my mouth. Instead, Ellie and I keep walking past the crowd. Poor souls.

It takes a minute or so to reach the commons, the booming echoes of chatting teenagers on their first day back is a sound like no other. The voices create a paved path any newcomer could easily follow. It dawns on me now that this will be the last time I'll hear this sound. I solemnly smile.

"I'm telling you, Dunmer is the better race."

"Only an idiot would spew such ignorant bullshit! Everyone knows Khajiit are the superior race!"

"Says the guy who could pass as a furry."

My eyebrows raise once the familiar voices are heard. Of course, they sit alone and look as normal as ever. My heart dips into my stomach when one of the two glances up and bashfully raises a hand to wave. In his awkward state, his hand barely moves.

Ellie is the first to speak. "What are you guys fighting about now?"

The boy with the long black hair speaks first. "Dumbass over here thinks Dark Elves are the best characters in Skyrim." Gabriel Ahoka is one of the oldest friends I have and if there's anything I've learned from him, it's that he's right the majority of the time. Oh, and he has beautiful hair.

"Because I'm right!" I take a seat next to the self-proclaimed judge. His name is River Adams, and I think I've been in love with him since he told me I reminded him of Hermione Granger back in the fourth grade. I smile in his direction then tuck some hair behind my ear. A nervous twitch that doesn't get past Ellie's ever watchful eyes. I refuse to acknowledge her small smirk. Instead, we both join in on the two dorks' conversation.

Ellie rolls her big brown eyes at them. "I don't see what the fuss is about. You guys take your games too seriously."

Both River and Gabriel audibly gasp at her comment.

"Fine," Gabriel huffs looking in my direction. "What about you, Lynn-ykinz?"

I don't visibly react to his nickname. It's something I've been called for years now. Though I'd like to agree with River, it's something I can't do. "Dunmers—"

"Ha!"

"— are for pussies."

"Ha!" This laugh comes from the boy sitting across from me. Beside me, River makes a small "oh" and lowers his raised fists, his hooray coming to a short and final end. I chuckle at his reaction as I pass Gabriel a solid high five.

"What are your guys' schedules?" River asks a tiny bit of gloom and annoyance coating his words.

Fortunately, most of us are in similar classes and only have to be here for a little over half the day. Due to all of us sticking to the scheduling plan, we all were able to get almost all our required course and electives done. Instead of having seven classes in one day, we all have five. By the time lunch rolls around, we're free the rest of the afternoon, meaning much longer DND matches with the nerds and more gossip and jam times with the only other female in our group.

"So meet up at the library for lunch?" I confirm once more as the morning bell rings, signally to all the student and staff that the first day is about to begin. The three people around me reply in agreement, and we head out. For the first hour of the day as well as the last, we're in different places. I'm not sure where the others are going, but I begin my journey to the library, one of my all-time favorite places.

I walk through the doors and slide over the counter, careful not to be seen but not careful enough. I plop in my seat at the front desk as someone walks up behind me.

"I don't know how many times I have to tell you to go through the gate. It's literally five feet away, Lynn!" I send a humored smile to the woman walking behind me, a rather large stack of books in her arms.

I stand up and begin taking ones off the top. "Five feet of unnecessary effort, in my opinion."

"And playing parkour in the library is?" Mrs. Gibbons says, deadpanning.

"To each their own."

She sighs but then laughs. "How was your summer, kid?"

"Pretty decent." I now have half the stack in my arms, and I follow behind her. "My mom and I went to Arizona for a few days and then Seattle for a week. We didn't have much time, but we drove through somewhere in Canada on the way back just because."

Mrs. Gibbons sets the books down on a cart where there are a couple of rows on the bottom already filled. Taking her lead, I lower my stack to the opposite side and begin placing them side by side. I presume these are outdated and to be sold or given away. "What's in Arizona and Seattle?"

A smile hits my face immediately. "There's a college in Flagstaff with a great writing program. I went on a day trip around the campus. And Seattle is just someplace we wanted to visit."

"That's so good to hear, hon! Are you considering?"

I lean back against the counter right behind me as my mentor continues to shelve books. "It's a little far."

Turning to face me, Mrs. Gibbons send me a confused stare. "I thought you wanted to get away from this god-forsaken state?"

She's right. All I've wanted since my father left was to get out of Missouri (or Misery, if anyone's asking). My mom and I left Maine a long time ago go escape unimaginable horrors, but I wasn't expecting those nightmares to follow me here. The move was negligent in getting us away from memories a selfish prick poisoned and to start new somewhere far away, where no one knows me as the girl with a deadbeat dad. In this small town, everyone knows everything. I'd like to escape, to be a complete stranger to everyone.

But Arizona is a couple of thousand miles away from the place I grew up in, my home. I feel incredibly guilty about considering a college so far away from the woman who has taken care of me on her own since I entered elementary school, who has taught me that voicing my opinion and being honest is valued more than timidity and who told me that no man should ever keep a thumb on me. The other influencers in my life are also staying around here. Ellie has been accepted in a very pretentious private school for the Fine Arts a couple of cities over while River and Gabe are thinking about community college before making the jump into university. While solitude and adventures are what I crave, everyone who keeps my sanity in control is here.

I sigh, crossing my arms. "I do, but... I'm just not sure what I really want. Like, I would kill to get out of here, but what if everywhere is worse?"

"Trust me; there's nowhere worse than southwest Missouri, hon."

Again, she has a point.

I hum in response. There a brief moment of silence as we shelve old, dusty books. "So how was your summer?"

Mrs. Gibbons smile kindly, fawning over memories I doubt. "Richie took two weeks off, and we went Fiji. It was so beautiful. The water is clear, the people are wonderful, and the food– oh my God, the food." I secretly have a small thing for Richard Gibbons, or, as his wife calls him, Richie. This "thing" isn't a crush or infatuation by any means, but when he walks into the library on random occasions, he has a natural gift to swoon anyone he encounters. I've unfortunately fallen victim to his charisma a few times. He's an image of the wealthy 1930's businessman with modern values and beliefs weaved in his fine suits. Mr. Gibbons might be my mother's age, or possibly older, but I have to say, Mrs. Gibbons is quite the lucky woman.

I chuckle at her. "I'm sometimes surprised you haven't filed for early retirement."

"Richie makes quite the cash, but how and I supposed to entertain myself when he's gone ten hours a day and then for weeks on end?" Mrs. Gibbons pauses and looks around her library, then back to me. The growing crows feet wrinkle into a smile. "And besides, I can't leave my favorite kids behind, now can I?"

"I guess you can't," I reply.

Ten minutes later, I'm back at my desk. Well, technically mine, Mrs. Gibbons, and the other kid who helps out during school hours. I've never met them, so I'm not sure who exactly they are. Anyway, the "desk" is a long bar that has a foot-high wall that stretches all the way down to the ends, creating a divider between my computer and a student or faculty member. The top of this divider is flat, forming a plane in which books or arms can be set on. Most of the time, books scatter the top, but since it's the first day, the library is not only spotlessly clean but deadly empty.

That is until someone catches my attention. Sitting at the far side of the desk, I'm able to see who is coming a mile before he steps through the open library doors. This time was no different.

With long, lean legs and a towering height walks in none other than Mr. Tom Hiddleston.

Easily being the hottest teacher of all time, I feel a blush beginning to creep up my cheeks just at the mere sight of him. Apart from his 6'2 figure, he sports tame yet still curly reddish-brown hair, divine enough for the gods, if he isn't one already. Mr. Hiddleston's cheekbones and jawline remind me of razors, which I would feel honored to be cut by. However, his eyes are a color I can't pick out. Because I've never been in close proximity, my guess, from my distance, is green, or maybe blue. The ambiguity makes him all the more interesting. I wonder if he has some long-distance vibe because as soon as I look up to see him, Mrs. Gibbons is right out front— and missing her cardigan. I raise my brows at her from the swivel chair, but her eyes are focused down and away from me. Elbowing her slightly, I nod once, doing a run over of her exposed arms and a little cleavage. Jokingly, she swats my arms and blushes scarlet. I begin to laugh, somehow holding most in when Mr. Hiddleston walks in.

"Hello, Ruby," he smiles softly. As if he wasn't attractive enough, the man has a damn British accent. It's almost as if he's trying to stick out among the hicks. "It's good to see you. How was your summer, darling?"

If her fingers weren't wrapped around the edge of the desk, I guarantee she would have fallen over. Honestly, I would have done the same. "Absolutely marvelous! Fiji is a beautiful place. I imagine you would like it there."

I make the snarky note that she left her husband out of the conversation. Thinking about it, I try to glance over at her left hand to check if anything is missing.

Zoning out the best I could, I file through the library's emails and begin writing down books teachers are requesting. Like usual, the freshmen English teachers ask for The Great Gatsby, and the sophomore teachers need 1984. Due to being taught-in-class books, I scoot back in my chair to make a beeline to the back room and take the note with me, the sticky top staying attached to my fingertips.

"Oh, Lynn?" I hear Mrs. Gibbons call out.

I just entered the back room, so I comically poked my head out. "You called?"

I seem to humor both parties, a smile etched on their face. "Could you get the copies of Of Mice and Men?" My vision glances over to the teacher behind the desk for a short moment. His tall frame leans on the counter, arms crossed on the platform, apparently indicating familiarity and comfort in the room. I catch his stare. I realize now his eyes are in fact blue.

Nodding, I duck back into the room, setting my sticky note to the side. During the time I have to gather the fifteen or so books, I allow my reddening cheeks to cool off by taking long breaths. "Don't be weird, Lynn," I whisper to myself, extending my arms out towards the collection of novels. "He's just a hot teacher. Calm yourself."

Finishing the stack, I wrap my arms around the tower, huffing as I do. I carefully whisk myself towards the open door, making a mental note to go back to my list.

Mrs. Gibbons and Mr. Hiddleston chat among themselves not too far from where I left. Now sitting in her swivel chair, typing away feverishly on her computer, and keeping a conversation going, the librarian doesn't notice my return, though the man across does. He nods in my direction. The simplest gesture is somehow insanely attractive. Mrs. Gibbons looks over her shoulder, sending me a smirk. "Oh, there you are! Thought I lost you."

I fake a small laugh. "I'm surprised I didn't; it's quite the mess back there," I tease, waddling over to the counter. "Where would you like 'em, boss?" I'm not sure who I would refer to, glancing once at Mr. Hiddleston, to Mrs. Gibbons, then back to the stack in my arms.

"Would you mind escorting me to my classroom? I tend to be clumsy at times." With a warm smile, Mr. Hiddleston glances down to Mrs. Gibbons, awaiting her approval.

At that moment, I'm not sure if I would love or hate to go. On the one hand, I get to spend time with Mr. Hiddleston, every horny teenager's dream. On the other, I'm alone with Mr. Hiddleston, someone I've never had a conversation with let alone a 'hello' until minutes ago. Knowing my luck, I will somehow embarrass myself in front of him. It wouldn't be the end of the world since I don't have any of his classes nor do I have classes near his, but God I would feel like a fool for the rest of my life.

But, hey, he's something pretty to look at.

"Yeah, I don't mind. Is that okay, Mrs. Gibbons? I promise I won't bail on you," I say.

The librarian nods her head, fixing her glasses. "Of course, go right ahead! There isn't much to do now anyway. Just make sure you're back before the bell rings."

"Don't worry, Ruby. I won't keep her long," Mr. Hiddleston reassures.

I wouldn't be opposed if you did, I think to myself. The comment makes me blush, even going to my ears. Some reasons how I could be kept late quickly flash by and I find myself wishing I had not taken Mr. Hiddleston's offer. With my skin still burning, I make my way around the front desk as he follows me on the other side. The gate is shut, and due to my arms being preoccupied, I realized I might have to swing it using my hip, nothing too abnormal. I helped out Mrs. Gibbons last year and would do the same thing when my arms were full. However, Mr. Hiddleston was not accustomed to my way of opening the gate. Just as I go to butt it, Mr. Hiddleston reaches out. In an awkward exchange, Mr. Hiddleston's hand, which was aiming to wrap around the gate, collides on my hip instead.

It's nothing terribly exciting but enough to get a gasp and a jealous exchange from Ellie, and damn right I'll take that.

He pauses barely a second before quickly retracting his arm to his side. A blush of the same shade of scarlet cover our cheeks, an awkward laugh bubbling out.

"I'm sorry," I shyly push out.

Shaking his head, now making sure his hand is on the gate, Mr. Hiddleston bashfully looks down and opens up the exit for me. "Don't be, love. It was my fault."

"If you want to be the culprit, be my guest," I reply sassily. I don't want to see if my comment amused him or caused a cringe, so I don't look up. Instead, I look around for something to make our trip easier. "Did you want me to get a cart instead of carrying them up? It's up to you."

Shrugging, Mr. Hiddleston begins taking books from the stack, leaving me with less than half. "I don't mind walking if you don't mind. I missed my morning jog, so I'm trying to compromise the best I can."

I nod and kindly smile, even though my insides and my weak muscles are upset I took on the mission. "Walking it is then. Lead the way!"

Mr. Hiddleston turns on his heel, passing a smile to Mrs. Gibbons. "Thank you for letting me steal your little helper."

"Just return her the way she's leaving," Mrs. Gibbons retorts.

"We'll see," he replies, sending me a smirk and a wink. If the man wanted to turn my knees into jelly, he already succeeded from the first introduction. Now he's just teasing my flustered heart. "Just this way, love," Mr. Hiddleston tells me. I'm too afraid to speak, so I nod, smile, and follow beside him up the staircase.

[weilongfu]

Ship it like a binary star

HIStory3 MODC, Yu Xi Gu/Xiang Hao Ting, other minor pairings.

Summary: Xiang Hao Ting was excited to start as a new faculty member of the Physics department at University H. He never expected to meet Yu Xi Gu, his polar opposite, from high school. However, instead of animosity, admiration blooms. This does not go unnoticed by the student population. Not one bit.

@shaenanigans Here you go! I hope it doesn’t disappoint.

Cameos: HIStory 1 My Hero: Mai Ying Xiong and Gu Si Ren Stay Away From Me: Cheng Qing and Feng He Obsessed: Shao Yi Chen and Chiang Jin Teng, Li Mo Bai and Lei Zhong Jun HIStory 2 Crossing the Line: Qiu Zi Xuan and Xia Yu Hao, Wang Zhen Wen, Wang Zhen Wu HIStory3 Trapped: Meng Shao Fei and Tang Yi, Jack (Fang Liang Dian) and Zhao Zi (Zhao Li An)

Xiang Hao Ting tried his best to keep a neutral pleased expression on his face despite how long the introductory tour had taken. All his enthusiasm to begin setting up his lab and office space had been used up in introductions to the staff and faculty that he’d already met during the interview process. Still, it didn’t hurt to keep a good impression and reputation. The folly of Hao Ting’s misspent youth still loomed over his head and he was loathe to return to it.

And it was with that kind of resolve that Hao Ting continued to smile as the Dean of Physics, Dr. Tang Guo Dong, continued to show him around. 

“And this is the Physics Department Office,” Dr. Tang said as he opened the door. “Ah! A face you haven’t met yet! This is our most prominent faculty member-”

Hao Ting’s eyes widened as he cut the man off. “Yu Xi Gu? Yu Xi Gu from Zenren High? Is that really you?”

Xi Gu blinked before focusing on Hao Ting’s face, but a neutral smile quickly developed despite the lack of recognition. “I… Do we know each other?”

Hao Ting rubbed the back of his neck. “Ah… I forgot, you were in the elite class… We haven’t met before, but we went to Zenren High together. I remember you graduated at the top of the class.” Hao Ting extended his hand. “Xiang Hao Ting, it’s a pleasure to formally meet you.”

At last, a spark of recognition ignited in Xi Gu’s eyes. “The troublemaker,” he exclaimed as he shook Hao Ting’s hand.

Hao Ting looked nervously to Dr. Tang’s face but found no hint of anything amiss. “Ahaha… Those days are long past… I’m ashamed that you remember that.” 

“Well… It’ll be good. You’ll know all the tricks your students might pull.” Xi Gu’s smile changed into something more friendly and Hao Ting could feel it pierce through his chest. 

The first arrow had struck it’s target. Hao Ting had never met Xi Gu face to face, but he was aware of the other’s fanclub. Those interested in Iron Yu Xi Gu, a silent and lonely student that so many wanted to crack one way or another. No jokes or cajoling could make the shorter boy smile back in those days. Many said Xi Gu had even less to smile about. Yet Xi Gu had persisted through high school on many scholarships and even beyond. And here, now in an office years later, Haoting was one of the first from Zenren to be presented with Xi Gu’s genuine smile. How could he not be affected?

Hao Ting smiled back. “You are my senior here. Please guide me well, Dr. Yu.” Hao Ting bowed and it was Xi Gu’s turn to be impressed. 

Memories of Hao Ting, despite his exclamation, were vague. Stories of a wild child, uncowed by any authority, had run rampant. Chief among them were how Hao Ting had refused to show the most cursory of respect to anyone but his tightly knit gang. At the very least, Xi Gu had been glad that he was never the target of their hijinx. But he had always wondered about the freedom they possessed. To let himself enjoy those youthful years instead of toiling over books and between part-time jobs. Years later, and time had changed the wild child into an adult, but Hao Ting was still just as handsome and charismatic as he had vaguely remembered. 

“Well, isn’t this grand,” Dr. Tang said with a smile. “Our rising star and our newest professor are already getting along. I hope you two will collaborate and do great things in the future.”

“If Dean Tang wishes it so,” Xi Gu said with a bow. “Then, please let’s just be friendly. You can just call me Xi Gu.”

“Ah! Yes, yes, just call me Hao Ting then.”

“Splendid! Very splendid!” Dr. Tang patted both men on the shoulder. “Xi Gu, why don’t you show Hao Ting some places to get lunch? I have to get to a meeting.”

While Dr. Tang’s analysis of the interaction was far from wrong, some of the students in the office had other opinions on the matter.

“You should have seen it,” Zhao Li An, affectionately known as Zhao Zi to essentially everyone, said with stars in his eyes later that day. “Dr. Yu and the new professor! It’s so exciting!”

“What’s so exciting about two professors meeting?” Zhao Zi’s best friend, Meng Shao Fei, asked as he punched numbers into his calculator. “We’re not even taking any classes with the new professor.”

“Yeah we are.” Zhao Zi pulled out his schedule and pointed at a class. “See? We’re both taking Topics in Advanced Mechanics. Dr. Xiang is teaching it!”

Shao Fei’s finger hovered above the equal sign button. “Wait a minute. I told you I didn’t want to take Advanced Mechanics because Tang Yi was in that class.”

Zhao Zi suddenly looked away. “Oh did you? I must have forgotten when you asked me to register you for classes the other day…”

“ZHAO. LI. AN. Do not tell me you signed me up to take a class with you and my mortal enemy just so I’d be there to watch you stare at Fang Liang Dian’s ass.”

“Okay! I didn’t sign you up to take a class with me and your mortal enemy to watch me stare at Liang Dian’s ass. I signed you up because it’s a requirement!” Zhao Zi smiled. “See? Totally what I was supposed to do.”

“Oh…” Shao Fei scratched at his ear, now turning just a bit red. “Thanks… I guess.”

“Also… I signed you up so you could stare at Tang Yi’s ass!” Zhao Zi laughed. “You’re not subtle at all Ah Fei!”

Shao Fei threw his eraser at his so-called best friend and Zhao Zi ran away laughing.

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“So now that it’s been a month, how are you settling in?” Sun Bo Xiang, the head athletics coach, pushed a bottle of beer towards Hao Ting. “After all the hard work I did finding out that the Physics department was hiring, you’d better show some appreciation to me, or I’m not your brother anymore!”

Hao Ting stared into his bottle, eyes surprisingly soft. “My brother Sun Bo, if you are lucky, you will have a brother-in-law and that will earn my appreciation.”

“WHAT?!” Bo Xiang leaned in “A brother-in-law?! How? When? Why?!”

“What’s so surprising? I’ve been single for so long, shouldn’t you be glad I’ve met someone here?”

“Of course I’m happy about that, but who would you even meet in the Physics department?! Isn’t it all stuffy, old men that only know how to do math?”

Hao Ting scoffed. “I’m there, so of course it’s not!” Hao Ting finally took a drink of his beer. “Do you remember Yu Xi Gu? From back in high school?”

“The overachiever?”

Hao Ting nodded. “He works here too!”

“And?”

Hao Ting threw a peanut at Bo Xiang. “Connect the dots! Or are you too madly in love with your Zhi Gang-ge?”

Bo Xiang’s expression turned dopey for a moment. “Zhi Gang-ge is a great guy and his drink shop is- Wait… Connect the dots? You mean… You like Yu Xi Gu?! WHEN?” This time Bo Xiang reached across the table to shake his friend. “Since when did you even know Yu Xi Gu existed?!”

“How can I not know about the student that graduated top in our class and got accepted to every college he applied to? My parents shoved the newspaper article in my face everyday for two weeks!”

“But why do you like him?!”

Hao Ting sat back in his chair, the beer bottle held loosely in his fingertips. “How did you know you liked Zhi Gang-ge?”

“I just saw him and there was this feeling. And then he talked to me! And the more I knew…”

“That’s why I like Yu Xi Gu.”

“You mean-”

“I saw him smile at me on my first day.” Hao Ting put a hand over his heart. “And I felt it like an arrow through my heart. And then he took me to lunch because of Dr. Tang. And then I found out Yu Xi Gu loves carrots. It’s too cute! And then he told me he has a beetle! And then we talked about Physics!”

“Don’t tell me about the Physics. I’m already bored.”

Hao Ting smacked Bo Xiang’s head. “You asked how come I like Xi Gu. What in all that was there not to like? At least I can have a proper conversation with him, unlike you!”

As the two bickered, across the room, cleaning glasses at the bar, Xia Yu Hao quickly turned to Qiu Zi Xuan sitting at the bar, nursing a soda. “Zi Xuan, did you hear that? Dr. Xiang likes Dr. Yu!”

Zi Xuan frowned. “Xia Yu Hao! Don’t get distracted! Finish up so we can go on our date!”

Yu Hao huffed, but continued to polish glasses. “But it’s so cool! He got that feeling!”

Zi Xuan looked down at his soda, but he was smiling. “The same one you got?”

“Mine was so much cooler than his! It wasn’t an arrow, it was a punch to my gut.” 

Zi Xuan rolled his eyes, but his sigh was fond instead of exasperated. “You do like to go with your gut, don’t you Ah Hao.”

Yu Hao smiled. “It’s a very good gut. It got me senior.” This time, Zi Xuan’s sigh was exasperated, but at least he had to agree.

A little ways down the road, Xi Gu stirred his soymilk while the store owner and a close friend, Lu Zhi Gang, listened to him talk. The store was already closed for the day and in the background, Zhi Gang’s nephew Cheng Qing and Cheng Qing’s new step-brother Feng He, pottered about in the back, doing the last of the post-closing cleaning up. With a stern look, Zhi Gang had ensured the silence of the two college students and privacy for the adults.

“Ge… I just don’t know what to do with him…” Despite Xi Gu’s words, the tone was soft, and wistful. A smile haunted his lips. “I’m so close to tenure now… And getting involved with another professor…”

Zhi Gang pat Xi Gu’s hand. “When did you decide you liked him?”

“Did you know ge? Xiang Hao Ting knows how to cook? He made me pickled carrots just because he found out I liked carrots.”

Zhi Gang sighed, but he was smiling. “Your standards are too low, Xiao Gu.”

“No one has ever gone out of their way for me like that,” Xi Gu said with a pout. “And…” A pale blush rose on Xi Gu’s cheeks. “He’s very handsome,” he whispered. 

Zhi Gang chuckled. “You’re still young yet, Xiao Gu. Just let things take their time. If Xiang Hao Ting has changed from the boy you’ve told me about to the man he is today, he’ll stick around until you’re ready.”

“If gege says so.” Xi Gu took a sip of his soymilk. “So what about you? What happened to that sports coach that keeps coming up to you?”

Zhi Gang tactfully went back to wiping the counter top. “Who? Can’t recall who you’re talking about.”

As Xi Gu poked at Zhi Gang’s love life, Cheng Qing pulled Feng He aside. Feng He only protested out of reflex. “It looks like Dr. Xiang is going to have his work cut out for him,” Cheng Qing said without remorse. “Especially if jiujiu is against it with Dr. Yu.”

Feng He pulled his arm out of Cheng Qing’s grasp, ignoring the tingling sensation left in the wake of his step-brother’s touch. “I thought you said you were trying to keep a low profile. Why are you getting involved in what the professors are doing now?” 

“I haven’t done anything yet. But gege, if you’re worried…” Cheng Qing leaned in. “I can always redirect my attention elsewhere.” 

Feng He pushed him back. “Are you crazy? Your uncle is right there!”

“Jiujiu isn’t paying attention…”

“Jiujiu can hear you just fine!” Zhi Gang called out. “You’re not whispering very well!” Feng He’s face turned bright red and he pushed past Cheng Qing to escape. Cheng Qing turned to his uncle, an annoyed look clear on his handsome face. “You two are not really brothers and you never grew up together, so I have no issues with your relationship,” Zhi Gang started. “But this is a workplace.”

Cheng Qing sighed. “So you can talk to customers about their love lives, but you won’t allow your nephew’s love life to flourish?”

“Take your gege and go home. I’ll finish cleaning up.” Zhi Gang took up the broom that had been abandoned by Cheng Qing. “Everyone has relationship problems all of a sudden. Am I living in a drama now?”

“If you are, you’re one of the main characters,” Cheng Qing said as he put his apron away. “Jiujiu, don’t forget to at least invite us for dinner after that coach sweeps you off your feet.”

Zhi Gang moved to smack his nephew with the broom, but Cheng Qing slipped away before grabbing Feng He and running off for the night.

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“Dr. Yu, this quiz of yours was so unfair!” Wang Zhen Wen followed closely on Xi Gu’s heels after their lecture. His step-brother Wang Zhen Wu dutifully followed behind, although he made no objections to the difficulty of the day’s quiz. “We definitely didn’t go over gravitational fields like this!”

Xi Gu smiled. “So you have been paying attention in class.”

“Of course I have!”

Xi Gu opened the door to his office and stepped inside, eyes only on his books, not noticing the jaws of his two students dropping. “Well if you did pay attention, you would remember that this problem was simply looking at gravity with vectors and-”

“Holy shit! That’s a lot of balloons!” Zhen Wen interjected. Zhen Wu immediately slapped his hand over Zhen Wen’s mouth. 

Xi Gu finally looked around to see numerous balloons, garlands made of origami stars, and a cake box on his desk. With a creeping suspicion, Xi Gu opened the card on top of the box. 

“Happy birthday, Xi Gu! Since you’re researching the stars, I figured I’d give you some for your birthday. Make a wish on each one! ~ Xiang Hao Ting.”

Xi Gu looked up from his card and reached up towards the garlands. More than a thousand colorful origami stars were just out of reach, just like the ones in the sky. A joyful smile broke out and Xi Gu even jumped to try and reach just one. 

Realizing the moment, Zhen Wu guided Zhen Wen out of the room. It was only when they were out of earshot that Zhen Wen struggled out of the hold and frowned. 

“What even just happened back there?” Zhen Wen scratched his head and completely missed the looks Zhen Wu gave him. “I’ve never seen a professor act like that!”

“There are some things going on. Xia Yu Hao has been talking about it plenty, you know.”

“Eh? He has? He’s been ignoring us for that Qiu Zi Xuan! How did you even know anything?!”

“He hasn’t been ignoring us. You’ve been ignoring everyone.”

As if he had said the magic words, Zhen Wen realized how close Zhen Wu was to him and inched away just a bit. It was just barely noticeable but Zhen Wu knew a lot about his step-brother and noticed it all the same. “I’m not ignoring anyone!”

“Then how about we go home together today? You don’t have any more classes, right?”

“I…” Zhen Wen’s eyes darted around. “I’m going to go talk to that Xia Yu Hao about this! How dare he keep secrets from his friends! You go home first.”

Zhen Wen stormed off and Zhen Wu’s eyes followed him for a moment before he walked after him.

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In the post lecture scramble to leave, Hao Ting kept a careful eye on his students, usually to make sure no one forgot anything and to just barely catch any gossip. Particularly on questions and problem sets that they were having trouble with. It was always fun to tease adding the kinds of questions they feared on exams and then having them sigh in relief to see they might have avoided a bomb.

But today, his attention was taken away by one student trying to shove another away. Although his face was angry, there was color high on his cheeks and on his ears. The student bothering him was slowly being pulled away by a friend and the bothered student had a friend with him as well, trying to calm him down. Hao Ting ran up the isles and intervened. 

“Is there a problem?” Hao Ting got a better look at their faces upon arriving. The troublemaker was Chiang Jin Teng, one of the top students in the class. His friend was Lei Zhong Jun, the president of some library club. The student who was being bothered was Shao Yi Chen and he was held back by his friend Li Mo Bai. Hao Ting decided to settle with Jin Teng first. “Mr. Chiang, do I need to be involved in the resolution of this?”

Jin Teng pulled his arms out of Zhong Jun’s grasp and bowed. “Not at all professor. I was just leaving. I’ve already said what I need to say to Yi Chen.” He turned to Yi Chen and smirked before leaving. Zhong Jun also bowed before leaving as well. 

Hao Ting put a hand on Yi Chen’s shoulder after the two had left. “Do you want to report him for harassment?”

“It’s… complicated...” Yi Chen looked at Mo Bai. “I’ll talk to professor about it. Go take notes for me in our next class.”

Mo Bai nodded. “I’ll catch you up. Please take care of him, Dr. Xiang.” With that, Mo Bai ran off, but just around the doorway, Hao Ting saw Mo Bai run right into Zhong Jun’s chest, turn a bright red, and continue on, with Zhong Jun at his heels.

Hao Ting sat down in one of the lecture seats and Yi Chen followed. Yi Chen seemed to bite the inside of his cheeks in thought before he found his courage. “Dr. Xiang… Have you ever liked someone?”

“Eh?! W-What does that have to do with what just happened?” Yi Chen seemed to withdraw a little so Hao Ting cleared his throat before saying, “I have. I do like someone, right now. I’m trying to get them to like me back.”

Yi Chen sighed. “How did you know that you wanted to take a chance? How did you know that that person might be good for you?”

“Are you… considering a relationship with Chiang Jin Teng?”

“In another life? I think I did.” Yi Chen’s lips contorted into a self-deprecating smile. “We actually went to the same high school… And back then… We… Got involved.” Yi Chen picked at his notebook pages to distract from the heat he felt on his face. “He made all these promises… We did all these things… And then one day he just… stopped. He walked around and told everyone he had a girlfriend.

“I swore after that, that I would never be involved or associated with Chiang Jin Teng again. So I came here, tried to start a new life, avoid him entirely… How was I supposed to know he’d find me in the Physics department even when my major used to be something else? And his major isn’t even Physics! He just took this class to come after me!

“And now he just… Won’t leave… He keeps coming for me, trying to persuade me that we belong together… and it hurts. It hurts because he might forget what he did to me, but I still remember. And it hurts because…” Yi Chen looked up at Hao Ting, tears of frustration growing in his eyes. “I think I might still like him…. How can I? How can I still like someone who hurt me?” 

Hao Ting nodded and sighed. “You kids really have it tough these days, don’t you?” He put a hand on Yi Chen’s shoulder. “You have every right to be hurt. I would be too. And I won’t tell you to take back Chiang Jin Teng.” Hao Ting looked up at the ceiling. “The person I like… I thought it’d run its course… We’re actually… very different after I knew more about them. 

“But then I kept finding things to like. I kept finding reasons to think of them. And that’s how I knew.” Hao Ting turned back to Yi Chen. “If you truly cannot forget Chiang Jin Teng, you need to ask yourself why. You need to give yourself closure so you stop hurting and obsessing. And in the process he might stop obsessing and let you go.”

“But… Dr. Xiang, I don’t want to forgive him!”

“Who said you should forgive him?” Hao Ting asked seriously. “Closure does not mean you forgive or forget. Closure means that you find peace, either by answering the questions you have or finding the will to let go. And you need to do that with Chiang Jin Teng. Find what you need to so you either let go or accept it.

“But whatever you do, if he continues to be so domineering and aggressive, be safe. If you need help, you can always come to me. As your professor, I’ll do whatever I can to help you be safe.”

Yi Chen finally smiled properly. “Thank you, Dr. Xiang. I didn’t expect you’d give such good advice.”

Hao Ting put on an offended expression. “Song Yi Chen, I am your wise and respectable professor! I always have good advice!”

“Your advice on how to remember whether to integrate or derive the equation for electrical force into the equation for potential energy was pretty confusing…”

“Hey!”

“But… Can I ask who the person you like is?” 

Hao Ting smirked. “Take a guess.”

Yi Chen pursed his lips. “Is it Dr. Yu?”

“Hey! How did you know that?!”

“Oh… Just guessed!” Yi Chen laughed nervously. “It’s not so obvious, I promise you!” 

“It’s just that everyone’s been overhearing you,” Yi Chen thought to himself. “And now there’s a group chat.”

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The warmth of spring soon arrived on the campus and Xi Gu and Hao Ting continued to circle each other. A dance that soon all Physics students were discussing in secret chats. 

While several factions were clearly in favor of Dr. Xiang winning over Dr. Yu, some did express their concerns as this spring would be Dr. Yu’s tenure review. Provided that everything showed his progress and good standing, tenure would be given for sure. However, Dr. Xiang’s tendency to be just a bit more chaotic than the school had expected was an issue. 

But, if Dr. Yu was stuck in the middle of Dr. Xiang’s schemes, who knew what the outcome would be? Of course, it was during one of these schemes that any fears the students had were brought to fruition and then dealt with soundly.

As it turned out, Dr. Xiang and Dr. Yu both taught introductory Physics courses and motion in two directions was one of the first topics to be taught. Of this, the easiest model was to look at trajectories of projectiles. So, naturally, Dr. Xiang proposed a method that would be fun for both their classes and allow them to apply the knowledge and formulas they had just learned: a water balloon fight.

The freshman students were all on board and Dr. Yu was swept up in the enthusiasm to agree. He firmly denied any role Dr. Xiang’s begging and smile had on his decision. The less said about the jars of pickled carrots and piles of bento boxes that the students didn’t know about, the better. 

On a sunny day, just barely warm enough to play with water, the students of Dr. Yu and Dr. Xiang set up their battle stations, armed with buckets of water balloons and parts to build contraptions to launch projectiles at set angles. The initial mood was light and fun, but it all took a turn after the first balloons were launched. One particularly fast balloon hit poor Gu Si Ren, a good student who was often sick and a little frail, in the head. 

Si Ren fell to the ground immediately and one of his classmates, Mai Ying Xiong, also often called Hero, ran to help him. 

“Gu Si Ren? Gu Si Ren, are you okay?” Hero tried to wake the other boy up, but he wouldn’t budge. At the very least, Si Ren was still breathing. Dr. Yu and Dr. Xiang immediately intervened and stopped any other balloons from flying.

“Mai Ying Xiong, take Gu Si Ren to the infirmary immediately. If required, take him to the hospital,” Dr. Yu ordered.

“Why does Hero have to do it?” Lan Xi, another freshman, tried to pull Hero away. The rest of the students politely looked away from the scene she was causing. It was no secret that Lan Xi liked Hero, but Hero had never really responded to her advances.  “It’s not your problem!”

Hero shook Lan Xi’s hand off. “I’m doing it because I want to. Go back with your friends.” Hero looked to the professors. “I’ll be going. I will let you know if anything happens.”

As Hero ran off, Si Ren cradled rather carefully in his arms, Dr. Yu and Dr. Xiang turned to their students and dismissed them. “Can’t risk any more incidents today,” Dr. Xiang said. 

Dr. Yu had only stayed quiet and looked at the ground after dismissing his students. 

Not too long after, Hero had contacted both professors and said that Si Ren was shaken, but fine. And if anyone noticed how Hero was nearly adhered to Si Ren’s side after that, they were too nice to say anything about it. 

However, Dr. Yu and Dr. Xiang were both brought before Dr. Tang the following day.

“Do either of you want to explain how a student was hurt during what should have been a very safe lab exercise?”

Xi Gu opened his mouth, but Hao Ting stepped forward first. “The student was one of Dr. Yu’s, yes. But it was one of my students that had improperly modified the projectile device.” Xi Gu ignored the phantom pain in his chest at being addressed so formally by Hao Ting. “The idea to use this as a lab class was also mine. I ask that you please pardon Dr. Yu. I will take all the blame and punishment.”

“Hao Ting!” Xi Gu reached out, but Hao Ting ignored him. “You can’t just-”

“Dr. Xiang,” Dr. Tang started. “Do you really believe all the blame is yours? Didn’t Dr. Yu also agree to the exercise?”

“He might have, but it wouldn’t have happened if I didn’t badger him. I must firmly ask you to only punish me.”

Dr. Tang turned on Xi Gu. “So, what about you, Dr. Yu? Do you believe all the blame is on Dr. Xiang?”

Xi Gu shook his head. “I am still responsible for the welfare of my students. That anything happened, I should also be held responsible. Even if Gu Si Ren is known to have health problems. That means even more, I should have kept a closer eye on him.”

“Don’t be dumb,” Hao Ting hissed. “Do you want to mess up your tenure review? Just say it’s all my fault!”

“And what about you? Don’t you want to stop causing trouble,” Xi Gu hissed back.

“I have plenty of time left. I only just got started.” Hao Ting smiled cheekily and Xi Gu bit his own cheeks to prevent that infectious thing from making him smile as well. “Don’t worry about me.”

“This is all very touching,” Dr. Tang said. “But in any case, I’ve already made my decision about disciplinary measures.” Dr. Tang stood up from his chair and Xi Gu and Hao Ting stood up a little straighter. “Gu Si Ren has not pressed any charges and says it is his own fault for not minding his own health issues. No lasting damage was done and it was only a water balloon. So there will be no disciplinary actions taken.” Dr. Tang smiled, but it did not ease Hao Ting or Xi Gu. “I only called you both in here to ask one thing.

“Why wasn’t I invited?”

“EH?!”

------

Zhao Zi watched, perched upon Liang Dian’s lap, as Dr. Xiang chased after Dr. Yu with a few lunch boxes. Dr. Yu seemed to be storming away, but there was no mistaking the smile on his face. 

“When do you think they’ll ever get together?” Zhao Zi asked as he bit into a steamed bun that Liang Dian put into his hands. 

“Probably never,” Yu Hao said as he put a lunch box in front of Zi Xuan. “There, eat that instead. Your sister’s cooking is lethal. I don’t know why you keep taking the boxes she makes for you.”

“Because she’s worked hard on it!”

“Sister complex!”

Zi Xuan looked to the rest of the students at the table for support. He found none.

“Sister complex,” Zhen Wen said.

“Sister complex,” echoed Zhen Wu.

“Sister complex,” Tang Yi repeated.

Zi Xuan looked to Shao Fei and Shao Fei just shook his head since his mouth was full. Liang Dian only gave Zi Xuan a smile and Zhao Zi ignored it all in favor of eating more buns.

“First of all, Senior Tang has a sister complex for sure, so he shouldn’t talk,” Zi Xuan fired back.

“Have you met Zuo Hong Ye? Who wouldn’t just listen to what she says?” Shao Fei finally said after swallowing.

“Aren’t you the one who delights in frustrating her?”

“Yes. Yes I am.”

“So are you just trying to defend Tang Yi?”

Tang Yi looked at Shao Fei out of the corner of his eye and saw Shao Fei’s ears turn pink. “No-N-Nonsense!”

Zi Xuan turned to Zhen Wen. “And you shouldn’t talk either. You have a brother complex.”

Before Zhen Wen could start a fight, Zhao Zi interjected. “Look! Dr. Yu is blushing!” The argument was dropped in favor of watching Dr. Yu blush while Dr. Xiang tried to feed him. “I hope they get together soon. Then they could teach a class together!”

Liang Dian poked Zhao Zi in the cheek. “Why would they need to be together to do that?”

Zhao Zi poked him back. “Because then they’d stop politely avoiding each other academically.”

“Wait, what do you mean they’ve been avoiding each other academically,” Shao Fei asked. Zhao Zi rolled his eyes.

“Dr. Yu analyzes data from distant star systems and analyzes potential planets and works out interesting things about the stars. He’s always looking for more accurate data. Dr. Xiang works on increasing sensitivity of radio telescopes and developing new technology that will surpass them. They’re completely complementary! 

“However, Dr. Yu and Dr. Xiang are avoiding collaboration efforts despite how obvious it is that they should do it simply because they’re trying to keep work and personal lives separate. First it was for Dr. Yu’s tenure review, which he passed with flying colors. Now it’s about being professional at work, but in love personally.” Zhao Zi sighed. “It’s so romantic.”

“When did you think about all this?” Liang Dian haded Zhao Zi a box filled with sesame seed balls filled with red bean paste. His eyes were shining with delight. “I didn’t know you liked doing this kind of profiling. It’s kind of hot…”

Zhao Zi took the box away before slapping Liang Dian’s arm. “It’s soooo obvious! Also I looked up their CVs and I might have peeked at Dr. Xiang’s emails after class one time…”

“I’m so turned on right now.” Zhao Zi’s only response to that was to raise an eyebrow and wiggle just a bit in Liang Dian’s lap until he held Zhao Zi still.

“Ok, I’m going to ignore how constantly horny you two are and redirect the conversation back to Dr. Yu and Dr. Xiang,” Shao Fei announced. 

“Motion seconded,” Zi Xuan said.

“Third,” Yu Hao said quickly.

“The motion passes,” Tang Yi said cooly. “So what do you want to do about them?”

“We go for the age old method that always works. We lock them in a room together,” Shao Fei said confidently.

“So is that what you’re saying we should also do to you and Tang Yi,” Zhao Zi asked before running away from the chopsticks that Shao Fei had thrown at him.

------

“Dr. Yu! Dr. Xiang! Please! You have to help!” Yi Chen ran into the office where the two professors were having lunch. “It’s Gu Si Ren! He’s collapsed again!”

“Where is he?” Hao Ting stood up immediately and Xi Gu followed suit.

“This way!”

Yi Chen lead them down a few hallways until they came to a small classroom. Yi Chen opened the door and gestured for the professors to enter. Immediately the two charged in and found it empty.

“What the-” The door slammed shut and Hao Ting banged on the door. “Song Yi Chen! What do you think you’re doing?!”

Xi Gu pulled Hao Ting away from the door and listened against it. “The students are gone. There’s no one outside.”

“What a… After all that help I gave him, that Yi Chen is really ungrateful!”

“Don’t be mad at him. It’s just a childish prank,” Xi Gu said as he sat at a desk. “I remember you’ve pulled plenty of those in your time.”

“But Xi Gu!” Hao Ting fell to his knees at Xi Gu’s feet and Xi Gu had to swallow the sudden burst of saliva in his mouth. “I’ve never pulled this kind of prank on my professors! I learned my lesson, I promise you!”

“Why do you work so hard to persuade me about this,” Xi Gu asked. “It’s already happened or didn’t happen.”

“But if you keep believing poorly of my character, how will I ever persuade you?”

Xi Gu’s heart skipped a beat and suddenly beat twice as fast. “P-Persuade me?”

Hao Ting leaned closer, hands resting on Xi Gu’s knees. Xi Gu felt them burning through his slacks. “Persuade you to date me, of course.”

“Is that what you’ve been doing?” Xi Gu licked his lips unconsciously. Hao Ting’s eyes tracked the motion entirely. “There’s no need to joke with me.” 

“You know that’s what I’ve been doing! Bo Xiang told me you’ve talked to Lu Zhi Gang about me!”

“Who? The coach?” Xi Gu’s eyes widened. “Wait, the coach? Zhi Gang-ge’s coach?” Xi Gu’s ears turned red. “Oh no.”

Hao Ting’s smile turned triumphant. “I have been getting to you! You can’t play dumb with me, Yu Xi Gu!”

“You…” Xi Gu sighed. “Okay… I acknowledge you’ve been trying to persuade me but-”

“But you’ve got your tenure now.”

“Yes but-”

“And we’ve both been professional.” 

Xi Gu scoffed. “Barely.”

“And if you believe in my good character now that I’ve told you that I never pulled any pranks on my professors…”

“I’m still not so sure about that,” Xi Gu replied, but his eyes were shining with mirth.

“Then what other objections can you have?”

Xi Gu cupped Hao Ting’s cheek and Hao Ting leaned into it, still staring up at Xi Gu as if he held all the stars in the universe in his eyes. “What do you even like about me?”

“What is there not to like?!” Hao Ting suddenly stood up. “Yu Xi Gu, you are so many things! I wanted to marry you after reading your recent paper on the accuracy of calculating whether a planet is in a zone permissible for life!”

“You read that paper?” 

“Of course I did! You even cited my paper on improving the accuracy of radio telescopes!” Hao Ting held Xi Gu’s hands. “You’re so amazing and wonderful. What don’t I like about you?” 

“Hao Ting…” Xi Gu looked at their joined hands. “You… you really like me that much?”

“I really do.” Hao Ting moved just a bit closer. “Do you like me too?”

Xi Gu looked to the side and then around them despite knowing there was no one else in the room. He lifted up Hao Ting’s hands to his lips and kissed the knuckles and Hao Ting felt his knees wobble as if they were made of jelly. “Maybe I do.”

“So… Will you date me?” Hao Ting asked before he kissed Xi Gu’s knuckles. 

“So what you’re saying is… All our lunches haven’t been dates?”

Hao Ting’s face lit up. “Of course they are! If you want to count them, I’ll definitely count them! Xi Gu, I’ll make you lunch every day so we can have our dates every day!”

“That’s too excessive. I’ll cook some too.”

“Let’s cook together!” Hao Ting’s smile grew brighter and brighter and Xi Gu couldn’t help but smile as well. “We can make our lunches for the week together! And then eat together and… Maybe get dinner together?”

“Okay. I approve of this. But we split the bill, always.”

“Yes, yes, whatever you want,” Hao Ting agreed.

Xi Gu laughed at last, but he did kiss Hao Ting’s cheek first so to soften the blow. “I’m surprised you’re being so agreeable.”

“How can I not be? I just had the best thing in my life happen to me,” Hao Ting said in a daze. 

“But I have one last question.” Xi Gu poked Hao Ting in the chest. “Why couldn’t you say all this sooner? Why wait until now when we’re locked in here?”

“Would you have believed me before? Without getting to know me past the boy you knew in high school?” Hao Ting put his arms around Xi Gu’s shoulders. “Young me was an idiot and a fool. You were always so serious, would you honestly say you would date me if that was the only thing you knew about me?”

Xi Gu put his arms around Hao Ting’s waist. “Did you know? Young me always wondered what it would be like to know young you…”

“Are you saying I would have had a chance back then?”

“Who knows? But, you have a chance now. Don’t waste it.”

“I won’t! I definitely won’t!” Hao Ting spun them around and Xi Gu could feel it, that lightness and carefree feeling that he wanted back then. It seemed as if his young speculations were true, being around Hao Ting could cause such levity. And it felt amazing too.

“So if you won’t waste this chance, how about you get us out of this room so we can finish our lunch?”

Hao Ting pulled out his cell phone. “I’m on it.”

------

“Do you think it worked?” Yi Chen asked as Jin Teng tried to pull him into his lap. Yi Chen only smacked his hands away. “I hope they aren’t mad I tricked them.”

“If they are, I’ll get the disciplinary committee to let you go,” Jin Teng promised.

“You can’t keep using your money and family’s positions like that!”

“If it makes you happy, I’ll use anything and everything at my disposal!”

Yi Chen huffed, but continued his lookout on the classroom. Soon a security guard came and unlocked the door. Dr. Yu and Dr. Xiang emerged, looking to be in good spirits. Then came the obvious hints. A touch of the fingers along a wrist, a smile that was too earnest, the closeness of their bodies, and the softness of Dr. Xiang’s expressions. 

“They’ve done it!” Yi Chen cheered before pulling out his phone and tapping out a text. “They’ve confessed!”

“Tch, how can you tell?”

Yi Chen pointed at the two professors, now walking hand in hand down the hallway. “That’s how people in love are supposed to act. Not like,” Yi Chen gestured to the space between him and Jin Teng, “Whatever it is you do to me.”

“I do love you. I love you so much, I’ll die!”

“But did you ever ask if I still love you?!” Jin Teng finally stepped back. “Did you ever ask how hurt I am after what you did in high school? Did you really think that after all the things you promised and breaking each one, that I would be okay? Just waiting here, arms wide open?” Yi Chen inhaled sharply before sighing. “You can’t ask these things of me Chiang Jin Teng. It hurts too much.” Yi Chen looked at his phone. “I’m going to go report to the seniors about how this worked. Good bye, Jin Teng.” Yi Chen walked away and Jin Teng was left to contemplate the two examples of love he knew, his own and that between the two professors.

------

In Zhi Gang’s soy milk store, four glasses were raised in a toast. “To Zhi Gang-ge and Coach Sun. I’m very happy for both of you. Congratulations on your engagement,” Xi Gu said. “Cheers!”

After going through the motions and taking a drink, Bo Xiang finally protested. “Ah Xi Gu! You don’t have to be so formal with me anymore! Now that I’m marrying Zhi Gang-ge, you should call me ge as well!” 

“En, if Bo Xiang-ge insists.”

A tear welled in the corner of Bo Xiang’s eye. “I never thought I’d hear someone call me ge…” He ran over to shake Xi Gu by the shoulders. “Say it again!”

“Hey! Stop bullying Xi Gu!” Hao Ting pushed Bo Xiang back. “Don’t forget, I’m your ge and-”

“Wait… why do you have anything to do with…” Zhi Gang looked between Xi Gu and Hao Ting. “Did you… Did you two start dating?” The blush on Xi Gu’s face and smile on Hao Ting’s told him everything. “So the rumors from the students around here are true.”

“Eh?! You two are dating?!” Bo Xiang jumped up and down. “Great news! Great news! Let’s cheers again!”

“Wait, the students are talking about us?” Xi Gu paused mid-raising of his cup. “They planned this? Why didn’t you tell me, Zhi Gang-ge?!”

“They planned on locking us in the room?” Hao Ting frowned. “Those sneaky little-”

“I never thought they’d go through with it,” Zhi Gang said with confusion. “Who honestly thinks a bunch of Physics students would lock two professors inside a classroom to make them confess, much less that it was actually you two.”

“Those kids…” Hao Ting sighed. “More trouble than anything.”

“Na, just let it go,” Xi Gu said as he rubbed Hao Ting’s shoulder. “No sense in going after them for it. No one was hurt, and you were going to confess at some point anyway.”

“And you weren’t?!”

Xi Gu just coughed and Zhi Gang held up his cup. “Anyway, cheers to Xiao Gu and Xiao Ting. I look forward to seeing you both happy and together, always.”

“Your approval, as Xi Gu’s ge, means a lot to me,” Hao Ting said as he tapped his glass against Zhi Gang’s. “But I’m still going to give those students one hell of an exam later this semester.”

Xi Gu sighed and pat Hao Ting on the back before whispering, “Me too.”

(In the Physics department, all of the students at University H sneezed at the same time and felt a sudden chill descend upon them, as if the cold of space had penetrated their bones. Even Dr. Tang sniffled briefly.)

[lobsters-on-their-heads]

Continuing Travels of Cophine, Chapt. 10

Start from the beginning here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/12116799/chapters/27477684

When Sarah finally responded to Cosima's question about rescheduling, Delphine was driving them all to Sarah's house, though Cosima still thought of it as Siobhan's. Gene sat in the front passenger seat, chatting with Delphine about kelp forests off the coast of California, and Sally and Cosima were in the back, zoning in and out. It was 12:20 pm, putting Charlotte's parent-teacher conference less than two and a half hours away.

I've rescheduled four times already, Sarah texted. Two of those because I forgot. Can't do it again.

We're almost at your house, Cosima typed, needing some more time to think about this before committing. Can we talk about it then?

K

Cosima had never impersonated Sarah, only Alison, and that had gone south fast as soon as she needed to actually talk to people, rather than just be Alison-shaped. Sarah was the family chameleon, after all, but from what she heard, Alison could do a passable Sarah Manning, as well.

Have you asked Alison to do it?

Yeah. She's busy, and she's says it's my responsibility.

That sounded like Alison. Cosima slid her phone back into her pocket and chewed on her thumbnail.

Sarah greeted them at the door when they arrived at the house, and behind her they saw Helena trying to feed the boys in the kitchen. A squeal erupted from one of them just as Cosima and Delphine stepped over the threshold, Dr. and Dr. Niehaus behind them.

“Yeah,” Sarah said, “We're trying to convince them that throwing food's not a good idea. So far they're not convinced.”

Sally patted Cosima's back as Sarah offered to take their coats. “Oh, Cosima used to throw her food, too, you know. For a couple of years, in fact.”

“Oh, Jesus.” Cosima shed her coat and wanted to complain, but Delphine looked so utterly charmed by the image that she kept her mouth shut.

Gene nodded. “Yeah, we kind of had to feed her in a bubble and wrap ourselves in plastic. But she got better eventually.”

Once her parents were busy cooing over the babies in the kitchen, Cosima maneuvered Sarah into the opposite side of the living room, where Delphine settled onto the couch with a glass of water.

“Sarah, do you seriously want me to go to Charlotte's teacher conference as you?” Cosima hissed.

Sarah sighed and leaned against the wall. “I know, I know. It's... terrible parenting or.... sistering, or whatever. I've already gotten the earful from Alison. But, listen, it shouldn't be that hard.”

“Not that hard? Sarah, you're the guardian, not me.”

“Right, but this teacher's never met me. Just say you're me, and no one's gonna know.”

“No one except Charlotte,” Delphine said.

Sarah pushed her palms against her forehead and sighed. “Look, Charlotte knows what's up. She's a smart kid; we can explain it to her later, if we even have to. She'll probably figure out for herself why it's you there instead of me.”

Sarah wasn't wrong, but Cosima's heart ached for her little sister, expected to deal with clone swaps as a matter of course at the age of eleven. “I mean, yeah, she'll figure it out. That's not really what I'm worried about. Can't you try rescheduling your exam? Take it tomorrow in the professor's office or something?”

Sarah shook her head. “No. He's made it very clear, all semester, that we need emergency documentation in order to do that, and he gave us a list of acceptable documents. He also made it clear that child care and previous appointments do not count as emergencies.”

“Shit.” Cosima couldn't remember any professor having that policy in any of her classes, but maybe they just hadn't needed to. She looked at the clock. It was 12:55. “How far away is the school?”

“About a mile away. Charlotte takes the bus, though, `cause, you know.” Sarah gestured to her own leg. “So I never got a parking pass for the lot, and it's super expensive to park close by. Which means you'll have to walk or get Delphine to drop you off.”

Getting to the school was the least of Cosima's concerns. A mile meant she could walk there in about twenty minutes at a relaxed pace, and she had missed walking since they'd gotten back. “You said the teacher hasn't met you before, but haven't the office staff met you?”

“Only the first day, when I registered her.”

“So they probably noticed you have a British accent, and they'll notice that I don't.”

Sarah squirmed. “Yeah, maybe, but that was in August, and now it's December. That's four months for everyone to forget what I sound like.”

“A sibling guardian with a British accent isn't going to be that hard to forget, Sarah! That's two things that make you stand out from all the other adults who've registered their kids there this year. Plus, with Charlotte's leg brace, and the fact that she's in a traditional school for the first time ever, she's a memorable kid in general. Someone will remember you, and they will notice that I am different from you!”

While Sarah leaned back and rubbed her face, Sally came in, bouncing Arthur on her hip. “What's all the fuss in here, girls?”

“Nothing,” both Cosima and Sarah said.

* * *

An hour later, Sarah drove off to her final exam at the community college, and Cosima sat in Sarah's bedroom, formerly Siobhan's bedroom, papers scattered around and her laptop on her legs. Her parents were wrapped up with the babies downstairs, telling stories about baby Cosima to whatever adult would listen, while Cosima read the documents Sarah gave her regarding Charlotte's life in Toronto. She had fifteen minutes to familiarize herself before getting ready to leave.

“What the hell am I doing?” she muttered, and reminded herself that she was doing this for her sisters.

Charlotte had a social insurance card, magically created birth certificate, and all other relevant documentation in a manila envelope with her name on it. She was up to date on her vaccinations and yearly physicals, though her doctor recommended physical therapy for her leg, which Charlotte, apparently, was not interested in. There was also a note in one of her medical forms mentioning the possibility of surgery, but warning about complications in a growing girl. Cosima made a mental note to follow up on that later.

She already knew about Charlotte's grades, but she still looked over Charlotte's report cards and the notes and emails from her teachers. The most recent email, forwarded to Cosima by Sarah, expressed “ongoing concern” about Charlotte's interactions with her classmates. It came from a Mrs. Christina Moore, Charlotte's homeroom teacher, the same women requesting the conference.

“She'll be happy to see you, I think.”

Cosima turned to see Delphine come in, which meant her mother was bending Helena's ear now. “Maybe. Or maybe she'll think Sarah's just passing her off onto someone else. Which, okay, yeah, she actually is.” She tossed the most recent report card onto the pile of papers and wondered what the hell she was going to tell Mrs. Moore.

Delphine perched on the edge of the bed. “Yes, she is. But I don't think she means to.”

“No, I know she doesn't. She just... she forgets things all the time, or things don't always occur to her that should.”

“That sounds like you, sometimes.”

“I've never forgotten to take care of a kid.”

“You've never had a kid to forget to take care of.”

Cosima wanted to argue that that was not the point, that of course she would do a better job than Sarah was doing now, but Delphine was giving her that “You know I'm right” look, and at any rate it was 2:12 now, and she needed to get ready to go. She closed the laptop and gathered up the papers into the manilla envelope. “Maybe not. I just feel bad for Charlotte, that's all. She's eleven, for fuck's sake. She didn't ask for any of this.”

“No. Neither did Sarah. And neither did you.”

She leaned back against the headboard and met her gaze, then stretched out one foot to poke Delphine's knee. “I guess not. But you did. You sure you want to marry into this clone madness?”

Delphine grabbed her foot with both hands and pretended to trap it. “Positive. As long as no one pretends to be you again without giving me a heads up first. Now go. Make Charlotte proud.”

* * *

The school was a pleasant walk away, with the sidewalks all clear of snow and ice, through a neighborhood decorated with Christmas figures and the occasional menorah. Still unused to the cold after so many months down south, Cosima bundled herself in her red wool coat, scarf, hat, and gloves. At the school's entrance, a security guard directed her to the office, where she signed in and showed them Sarah's driver's license. Sarah had taken Cosima's, just in case she got pulled over for anything, which Cosima desperately hoped wouldn't happen. The woman behind the desk blinked up at her dreadlocks for a moment, then wrote Sara Maning on a visitor's pass for Cosima to stick to her chest.

“Christina Moore's in room 224. That's upstairs.” Before Cosima could even thank her, she turned her attention to the man next in line, so Cosima saw herself out of the office.

“That was easy,” she muttered.

Across the hall from the office, in a large room that looked like it served dual duty as cafeteria and auditorium, at least fifty children hung out, ran around, or looked at their phones, none of them batting an eye when Cosima entered. Three faculty members stood together in a corner, doing the bare minimum required to claim that the children were being supervised. On the opposite side of the room, on a grey folding chair, Cosima saw Charlotte, alone, her nose buried in a book. Cosima walked over.

“Hey, kiddo.”

Charlotte looked up at Cosima's voice and blinked several times, then saw the name tag. “Oh.”

“Is it okay that I'm here? She has an exam she can't really miss. But, if you want, I'll go. I don't have to be the one to talk to your teacher.”

Charlotte shrugged. “It's okay with me. I don't really know what she wants to talk about.”

“Sarah hasn't told you?”

Another shrug. “Kind of.”

“Okay, well, are you ready?”

Charlotte did not move. “For what? The conference is for Sarah – I mean, you, I guess – and the teacher.”

“The conference is about you, though. Don't you want to be there?”

Charlotte picked at a spot on her nose until Cosima gently took her hand away and crouched down in front of her. “Hey. I don't want to talk to someone about you without involving you in the conversation. You're the most important person in this whole... ordeal. If you don't want to be involved, that's totally cool, I get that, but you need to know that you have the choice. And if you don't want me to go in there and pretend that I'm the one who's in charge of you, or whatever, that's your choice, too. We can wait until Sarah has an open day in her schedule, and she can come in then. No problem.”

Tears threatened in Charlotte's eyes, but she shook her head. “It's okay. We can do it today.”

“You're okay with me talking to your teacher?”

“Yes. It's okay.”

“A'right. I'm gonna need your help, though, because as much as you've told me about school and everything, I haven't exactly been around the whole time you've been going here. Not like Sarah has. So I might need you to fill in some gaps for me.”

“Is that the real reason you want me to come with you?”

“I... no. No! I meant everything I said just now. If you want to stay down here, I'll do just fine. It would just be extra nice to have you there.”

Charlotte's head was turned and she looked at Cosima with a tiny smile. “Okay.”

“Okay, let's go meet Mrs. Moore, then.”

Charlotte stood and tucked her book away, but not before Cosima got a look at the title: The Chronicles of Pern. She didn't get to see which book in the series it was, but she pointed at it and said, “I used to love those books. My grandma always said I shouldn't read them, though.”

“Why?”

“Oh, probably `cause there's sex in them. That was my dad's mom, though; my mom's mom is way more open-minded.”

She thought she saw a hint of pink in Charlotte's cheeks, but in a moment Charlotte had hoisted her massive backpack onto her shoulders and led the way down a hallway towards a wide stairwell lined with inspirational posters. Cosima followed behind as Charlotte pulled herself up each step, her braced leg unable to help her up.

At the landing, Charlotte paused to readjust her backpack near a poster with multicolored words reading, “You never fail until you stop trying.” Cosima agreed with the general sentiment, but in this context it made her want to commit a minor act of vandalism.

“Does the school not have an elevator?” she asked.

“It does,” Charlotte said, “but it's all the way on the other side of the building, and it shakes a lot. Plus, it's really slow, and there's always a guard making sure that only the disabled kids use it.”

You are disabled, Cosima wanted to point out, but she held back. It wasn't her place to tell Charlotte how to identify, after all, and she remembered how she, herself, had hated being “accommodated” when she was sick. She still balked at the fact that Delphine had once pushed her in a wheelchair, and that was a long time ago.

In a few minutes they arrived at room 224. The door was open, but Cosima knocked anyway. Mrs. Moore turned out to be much younger than Cosima'd expected, possibly a little younger than Cosima herself. She was slender, in a conservative grey dress and white cardigan, and she reminded Cosima of a flute player she used to know in college. The room was spacious, and used mostly as a geography room, based on the maps and pictures of multi-ethnic people decorating the walls. The desks were small tables with two chairs each and baskets for student materials underneath.

Mrs. Moore rose to greet them, but paused when she saw Charlotte a step behind Cosima. “Oh,” she said with a smile, “normally, for parent-teacher conferences, the student stays downstairs in the cafeteria.”

Cosima smiled back to show goodwill, but said, “I know, but I thought it would be helpful for Charlotte to be present for this one. I want to make sure she has an active role in all of this.”

Fortunately, Mrs. Moore could roll with that. She gestured for them to sit together at a student desk while she took the one next to it. She had a folder labelled “Charlotte Bowles-Duncan,” and Cosima did not miss Charlotte's physical reaction to seeing her name there. She put her hand on Charlotte's back and gave her a smile.

“So,” Mrs. Moore began, “just to make sure I have everything right here, you're Charlotte's sister, right?”

“Yes, I am.”

“And she's been living with you for... four months?”

“Five,” Charlotte said.

“Five months, okay.” Mrs. Moore made a note of that and went on. “And there's one other child living in the home, your daughter Kira?”

For a second, Cosima forgot she wasn't Sarah and almost corrected her, but remembered just in time. “Um, yeah, yeah, just her. And us.”

“Okay. And Kira is how old?”

“She's nine.”

“Okay. Great, thanks. I know it seems unimportant, but knowing what's going on at home can really help when we work with students, especially for any behavioral or psychological issues that come up. And she was homeschooled before this year, right?”

Cosima was getting uncomfortable talking about Charlotte as though she weren't there, but Charlotte spoke up to answer that one. “No. I told you before, I took online classes. I wasn't homeschooled.”

“Right. Okay.” Mrs. Moore put both hands on top of her folder and looked from Cosima to Charlotte and back again. “Well, Ms. Manning, as I've told you before via email, Charlotte's acadmic work has been very good, but she seems to be having some problems with other kids here.”

Cosima nodded. She'd heard plenty from Charlotte about two girls in particular, Amy and Sophie, who made fun of her a lot. “Yeah, that's what Charlotte's told me, too.”

“Okay, good. I'm glad she's talked to you about it some.” Mrs. Moore looked encouraged, and nodded. “What has she told you?”

Looking at Charlotte for permission first, Cosima said, “She says she call her names and make faces at her, and sometimes they take things from her desk when she's not looking.”

Mrs. Moore nodded more cautiously this time, and Cosima saw another side of the story lurking around the conversational corner. Before it came, though, Charlotte spoke up.

“Sophie called me an uptight bitch this afternoon.”

Cosima could think of a few people she'd called that, privately, herself, but Charlotte didn't really fit that description. Did she?

“That's right,” Mrs. Moore said. “And what happened before that?”

“Emma Dewey was talking over everybody about whatever stupid boy on the internet she has a crush on. She was sitting in my desk!”

Cosima had a sinking feeling about where this was going, but she let Mrs. Moore ask the follow-up, “And then what did you do?”

“I told her she was stupid and he was ugly and I wanted my desk back.”

Oh boy. Cosima turned to face Charlotte, blocking out the teacher for a few moments. “You told her she was stupid?”

“She is.”

Cosima shook her head. “Charlotte.... no one is stupid. Okay? Even if you don't like them, it's never okay to call someone stupid. Especially not for, what, liking a boy on the internet? I know, these girls are a year older than you, so they might be more comfortable talking about boys than you are, but, listen, lots of girls talk about cute boys.” Cosima rambled on, feeling like she was not getting across the point she'd wanted to get across.

Charlotte tightened her lips and looked into the space between Cosima and Mrs. Moore. “You don't.”

She'd hoped that no part of the conference would swing in that direction, even if she knew Sarah sometimes dated girls, too. “That doesn't matter. I've done a lot of other things that people find ridiculous. I mean, look, it's okay to be upset that she was in your desk, right? But if that's what you were upset about, that's what you should have said. Did she ask you what you thought about the boy?”

“No one asks me my opinion, ever.”

Mrs. Moore coughed. “Actually, Charlotte, sometimes they do.”

Charlotte had no response to that. She picked at her chin until Cosima took her hand away again, and then she picked at the skin around her fingernails, like Cosima had seen Sarah doing a few times. Since Charlotte was quiet, she turned to Mrs. Moore. “Can you tell me more about that?”

“Well, Charlotte's a very bright girl, and the other students know that. They know she had some more advanced courses before, so sometimes they ask her to check their homework or what she thinks might be an easy topic for a project. They haven't asked you in a while, though, have they, Charlotte?”

Oh, boy, Cosima thought again.

“That's not asking for my opinion. That's asking me to do their work for them. They're just lazy.”

“And, I remember Simon asking you once if you wanted to play a game with him and his friends a few months ago, but you told him his game was stupid. Do you remember that?”

“No. Maybe. I don't know.”

Cosima sighed and leaned her face against one hand before she addressed that topic. Uptight bitch, indeed, she thought. “I mean, I get not wanting to do someone else's work for them, but...” How could she phrase this? She already knew, from hours of talking to Charlotte on Skype, that Charlotte felt worlds behind the kids in her class, and even from the sixth graders who were her age. Was this just Charlotte's way of compensating for that?

“Can I just -?” Charlotte cut the question off short and fell back against her chair.

“Just what?” Cosima asked.

“Never mind. I'll ask you later.”

There was a knock on the door, and Mrs. Moore checked the time. “I'm afraid we need to wrap up for today, Ms. Manning. I would like to continue this conversation, though, after the break. I'll send you an email with some dates to consider, okay?”

Cosima nodded, wondering how differently this conference might have gone if Sarah had been able to attend. Sarah would be able to impersonate Cosima well enough for the next conference, too, thankfully.

As they made their way back down the stairs, a girl in a Canadian-flag patterned hijab bounced down the stairs beside them and gave Charlotte a wave and a smile. The girl was thin and about four feet tall, and she skipped away down the hallway as Charlotte thumped down one step at a time.

“She seems nice,” Cosima said. “Have you told me about her?”

“I dunno.”

Cosima wondered if she'd ever been this obstinate as a child. She'd have to ask her parents when they got back to the house. “Can you tell me her name, at least?”

“Her name's Latifa. She's from Syria.”

“Oh, cool.”

“Yeah, but people say nasty things about her, too. They say her parents are terrorists, or that she shouldn't be here. Noah Watley pulls on her hijab on the bus. Most kids don't even know that it's called a hijab. They just call it her 'head thing' or whatever. And they make fun of the way she talks, but she's only been speaking English for a year, and most of them don't even speak another language!”

They'd reached the bottom of the stairs and Cosima looked down the hallway where Latifa had vanished. “That's awful,” she said.

“I keep telling you, kids here are stupid. And I know you just told me not to call people that, but they are! They're stupid and they're mean.”

It wasn't the time to argue with her, as Charlotte's eyes filled with tears, and Cosima remembered the other little girl in a hijab that Charlotte had befriended at Revival. She pulled Charlotte close and wrapped her arms around her little sister. “You can be upset,” she said into the top of Charlotte's head. “I'll never tell you you can't be upset, especially when people are mean like that.”

Charlotte did not cry, but held onto Cosima for several minutes, even as faculty and staff members wandered by and gave them curious looks. “Why can't I just live with you?” she asked, her voice muffled by Cosima's scarf.

“Come on, Charlotte, you know the answer to that.”

“Tell me again.”

She sighed and loosened her arms, but Charlotte still held on tight, making Cosima wonder how many hugs Charlotte got. How many she had ever gotten.

“You can't live with us because we're moving all the time, and sometimes we have to pick up and go to another country with, like, an hour's notice. And sometimes we're in places that would really hard for you to get around in with your leg, and there wouldn't always be much for you to do, and...”

“I can always find things to do. I'm good at that. And I can get along just fine with my leg; you've seen me!”

Cosima pulled back and gave her sister a measured look. “I've seen you walk, but you have a hard time, whether you like admitting it or not.”

Charlotte stepped back now, too, and wiggled in a little kid way, but she was smiling. “But don't you remember on the island? I walked with you for, like, an hour, through the woods, in the dark!”

“Yes, because the village was on fire! We didn't have much of a choice, and that was one time. That wasn't every day, a couple times a day.”

A group of boys walked by, looking at Charlotte but not saying anything, and she returned their silence. To Cosima, they did not seem malicious, simply curious about why the new girl with the leg brace was still here, talking to some woman with dreadlocks in the hallway. After they passed, she pulled out her phone to text Delphine.

“Delphine's gonna come pick us up, is that okay?”

Charlotte pouted, but said, “I guess so.”

“What do you mean, you guess so?” Cosima had only asked the question out of habit. She had never imagined any possible answer other than “sure” or “yes.”

Charlotte punctuated her sigh with an eye roll. “I mean I guess so. I mean it's fine. Whatever. Is she on her way now?”

“Yes, but if you'd rather walk home, I can tell her to turn around.”

“I said it's fine. Come on. She'll probably be here in a few minutes.”

Cosima stood in the middle school hallway, cell phone in hand, and watched her youngest and most vulnerable sister limp away until she reached the junction with the main hall and turned back around.

“Cosima, are you coming or not?”

“Yeah, yeah, I'm on my way. I'll be right there.”

[thefaultinmyhyungs]

To Be Continued...

Genres: Romance, Fluff, Slice of Life, Multi-Chapter Fic

Word Count: 5,674

Jeon Jungkook x OC (Lee Sora)

July 5, 2015

I’m not really sure where to begin with this. Starting with the moment we first met seems too abrupt and quite frankly, it wouldn’t be a fair representation of where we both came from.

Instead, I think it’d be more appropriate to start with an idea. Perhaps the concept of love? Because that’s exactly what it is - a concept. Nothing more, nothing less. Does love truly exist in a definitive form or does it remain subjective and ever-changing? I would be lying if I said I knew exactly what love is or how it should feel.

So no, our first meeting was definitely not the elusive “love-at-first-sight” that we all chase after. Not a cell in my body is willing to believe that such a thing exists because our definitions of love are too different, too unique, and too twisted to live up to even our own expectations. Ultimately, maybe the phrase “attraction-at-first-sight” is more fitting.

I say “attraction” because I’m inclined to believe that it was mutual. Whether or not it truly was, I can’t be 100% certain.

But back to the reason I started this.

It was a dreary Tuesday afternoon when we first met. Not exactly the ideal weather conditions for a picturesque meeting. But then again, I suppose our story was destined to be unconventional in more ways than one.

I was anxious as our car entered campus. Our aging sedan rolled smoothly under the gates of the Busan School of Performing Arts. It was unfamiliar territory, filled with both strangers and new opportunities. I was here to make a good impression and the pressure to do well was constantly in the back of my mind.

I was about to enter what my peers would come to call a modern-day concentration camp for young pianists like myself. Ten days of intense practice in an artistically challenging environment, coupled with private lessons and master classes from highly-educated, world-class professors. It was a festival that many musicians could only ever dream of attending.

I glanced at the clock on the dashboard of the car and took a shaky breath. It was time.

“We’ll circle back to your dorms and drop off your luggage, Sora-yah,” my mother said from the passenger seat. “Make sure you greet the professors politely.”

“I will,” I promised, reaching into the front of the car to squeeze my mother’s hand. “You guys have fun in Jeju and I’ll see you in a few days.”

“You better not mess this up,” Chanwoo, my younger brother, teased from behind the screen of his smartphone.

“Don’t forget to call or text us if you need anything,” my dad urged, grinning at me through the rearview mirror.

“I’ll be fine,” I tried to smile but it came out as a grimace instead. “I’m not a little girl anymore.”

After a chorus of goodbyes were exchanged, I was out of the car and racing towards the music building. Five more minutes and I would be considered late. Late was unacceptable, especially on the very first day.

“Come on, come on, come on,” I chanted to myself as I dashed through the hallways, panting heavily. Just where was the auditorium-

Ah.

I gulped before steeling myself and entering.

“Lee Sora?” a friendly voice immediately greeted me. My ears picked up on the infamous Seoul accent many of my friends dreamed of having, my eyes scanning the room to find its source and landing on a pair of warm brown eyes that were shining with excitement and a touch of frenzy. “Glad you could make it here on time!”

“Hello...Professor Lim?” I managed in a timid voice, not completely sure how to address the program coordinator of the festival. She had seemed nice enough through the thread of emails that had been exchanged between us but her almost manic energy made me hesitant in sharing her enthusiasm.

“Go ahead and call me Yujin! It’s so nice to finally meet you face-to-face! We have some refreshments outside if you wanted something to snack on before dinner. The introductory workshop will start in just a few moments since we’re still waiting on a few late stragglers.”

And just as suddenly as she had appeared, she swept past me with her fingers flying across a small tablet and mumbling about flight delays.

Taking Yujin’s advice, I grabbed a bottle of water and a small banana, before turning around to come face-to-face with the very professor that had invited me to the festival.

I had first met Professor Min when I traveled to Busan for a national competition the previous year. Although the results of the contest had been less than satisfactory, Professor Min had been so impressed by my playing that she had personally reached out to me and asked that I attend her very own festival. It was no secret that the generous lady held many connections to renowned faculty members around the world. Being on Professor Min’s good side would broaden one’s musical horizon, so to speak.

“Professor, it’s so nice to see you again! I wanted to thank-” I was cut off as she wrapped me in a bone-crushing hug.

“It’s been too long, my dear Sora,” she pulled back to give me a warm smile. I returned it, surprised at the amount of strength she possessed despite her age. “I’m looking forward to hearing more of your playing this summer. From what I recall, your Abegg Variations were quite exquisite.”

“Thank you, Professor,” I mumbled in gratitude, touched that she had remembered a performance from nearly a year ago.

“I hope that you’ll continue to grow in your stay here,” she rubbed my arm encouragingly before ushering me inside the auditorium. She left to greet another participant as I continued to observe my surroundings, trying to determine which seat would allow me to socialize the most effectively.

I spotted a girl a few seats to my left, making small talk with a few other participants and gesticulating wildly.

“Hey, is this seat taken?” I approached her, a bit wary of her hyperness.

“Not at all,” she smiled at me kindly, dimples appearing in her cheeks. I smiled when I heard a touch of the Daegu dialect in her otherwise flawless Seoul accent.

“Mind if I sit?” I continued hesitantly, not even bothering to hide my Gwangju accent, secretly breathing a sigh of relief when she shook her head and patted the spot.

“Thank you,” I mumbled, slipping my backpack and jacket off before re-adjusting my hat and settling down.

“I’m Tae Gayoung by the way,” she held out a hand for me to shake.

“Oh!” I turned to her curiously, gripping her outstretched hand firmly. “Lee Sora. You must be the roommate that Professor Lim - erm - Yujin mentioned in her emails.”

“Oh my goodness!” she exclaimed, straightening in her seat. “Please tell me you’re still in high school.”

“P-pardon?” I cleared my throat, my brows scrunching in confusion.

“Although you do look a bit mature for a high schooler…” Gayoung trailed off, rubbing her chin as she mulled over the thought.

“I’m going to be a senior in the fall,” I confirmed.

“A senior?! You must be freakishly talented then,” she smiled in wonder at me.

“N-no, I’m afraid I don’t quite follow your...logic on this,” I admitted, wondering what exactly she was getting at.

“I don’t know if you noticed, but this festival is actually geared towards college and graduate students,” Gayoung leaned in and whispered conspiratorially. “Take a look around. I guarantee that everybody here is at least 19.”

I did as she said and realized that she was right. There was a general air of maturity that permeated through the room, a sense of responsibility that often escaped the minds of high schoolers.

Just as the thought of being the youngest one here was beginning to overwhelm me, I spotted a boy with a lanky frame sitting towards the back of the auditorium next to a woman that I could only assume was his mother. He was dressed fashionably in monochromatic colors, his pitch black hair styled impeccably to frame his pale face.

“What about him then?” I asked Gayoung, waiting expectantly to see what kind of explanation she’d offer up this time. “Wait, are you even in college?”

“I did hear that the festival was making some exceptions this year for prospective music majors,” Gayoung didn’t miss a beat. “They’re hoping to start young and wheedle more kids into staying in the music field instead of running off to pursue the sciences or something. And yes, I’m going to be a freshman in college this fall. I just haven’t decided what to study yet so I was hoping to change that by coming here.”

I sighed pitifully before slumping in my seat, accepting my fate of inexperience and resolving to spend the next ten days never leaving my practice room.

“Listen,” Gayoung grabbed my shoulders and squeezed softly. “If you weren’t good enough for this program, you wouldn’t be here. So stop doubting yourself.”

I nodded my thanks before busying myself with the task of making new friends, murmuring rushed introductions and taking the time to soak in new information about the strangers that surrounded me.

As the general excitement of the auditorium began to die down, a boy around my age gently situated himself in front of me. He was joined a few moments later by the boy I had spotted earlier, the two of them easily slipping into a conversation as if they were old friends.

I paid them no further attention, fully engrossed in a conversation about the differences in music score editions when I heard muffled coughing that was slowly increasing in volume and frequency.

I looked up, frowning in concern when I saw the boy in front of me doubled over in his efforts to recover from his coughing fit. I immediately reached down to retrieve my water bottle, twisting the cap open and tentatively placing a hand on his back.

“Excuse me, but would you like some water?” I asked.

“Thanks,” it was the other lanky boy that answered. He took the bottle gratefully, bending down to offer it to his acquaintance. I was about to return to my previous conversation when a hand reached out to grab my wrist and stop me.

“Thank you,” a new voice whispered.

I turned, distracted by the unexpected pleasantness of that single phrase in the warm tambors of the stranger’s low tenor voice.

That was my first mistake.

I had never truly believed in love-at-first-sight, in a happily-ever-after. But the moment I locked eyes with the boy, I questioned that belief for the first time in my life.

I want to say that he felt it too. Whether it was the same enchantment that washed over me was another matter entirely but I saw something in the way his eyes widened slightly, felt something in the way his grip tightened around my arm unconsciously.

I don’t know how long we remained frozen in place. I just knew that as I was drinking him in fully for the first time, I was already trying to commit his face to memory.

My eyes roamed across his handsome features, marveling at the greenish flecks that sparkled in his strange hazel eyes, the bronze glow of his skin, the crookedness of his smile. He was lean but not quite as skinny as the paler boy next to him, his skin taut against the muscles that he was beginning to develop.

I felt a nudge to my side and just barely registered Gayoung harshly whispering my name. That brought me back to reality and I blinked, unable to look away from the boy completely.

“O-oh, you’re welcome.”

My voice sounded robotic compared to the richness of tones in the boy’s voice and I winced at its plainness.

“Forgive me, where are my manners? I completely forgot to introduce myself. I’m Jeon Jungkook.”

The hand that had been holding onto my wrist pulled back and grasped my limp one instead, giving it a firm shake before disappearing entirely.

“Lee Sora,” I answered shakily, clearing my throat. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“Likewise,” he smirked, his Busan accent creeping out slightly. “I-”

He was cut off when Professor Min suddenly rose from her seat, clapping her hands together to get our attention. Silence fell over the auditorium and I tore my eyes away from Jungkook, twisting in my seat as I waited expectantly.

“Welcome to the Busan School of Performing Arts,” she began warmly. “My colleague Professor Shin and I are delighted to be working with such potential this summer and we hope that you enjoy your stay here. This will be your home for the next ten days so we decided to conduct a small gathering to acquaint everyone with their peers.”

“Now that everyone’s here, let’s begin the informal playing class,” Professor Shin took over. “The objective of this is to familiarize yourself with the piano and the concert hall, not to determine where you fit in level-wise amongst everyone.”

“So who would like to volunteer to be the first onstage?” Yujin appeared in the back of the auditorium, her brown eyes still wide and eager.

Everyone immediately looked away from the professors, suddenly finding extreme interest in their shoes. I hesitated, trying to decide if I should just go up and get the performance over with. At the same time, I was worried about appearing arrogant or overconfident in case the performance didn’t go well.

“I’ll go first.”

I was saved by Jungkook, who stood up and smoothed out his shirt. Gayoung’s mouth fell open in awe at his ease and willingness. I pursed my lips, unsure whether to be impressed or not by his bravery.

“Wonderful, Mr. Jeon,” Professor Min reclined in her seat. “And what will you be playing for us today?”

“The intermezzo movement in Carnival de Vienna by Schumann,” he declared smoothly as he made his way to the stage. We clapped politely as he took a bow and adjusted the height of the bench.

I sat forward on the edge of my seat, my hands clasped together in anticipation. Schumann was one of my favorite composers and I was particularly fond of the piece he was about to perform. I was curious to hear his interpretation and whether it would be pleasant or not.

His performance was enthralling but not too dramatic and I was surprised to find that I had liked his playing. It had been on the blurry side and he hadn’t followed the score entirely, but his musicality and soul had shown through his playing and I knew instantly that Jungkook found enjoyment in playing.

On his way back to his seat, I caught his eye.

“What’d you think?” he seemed to say.

I kept my face neutral and stared him down, feeling my competitive nature flare on the inside.

Not bad. But I can do better.

“Who would like to go next-”

My hand shot up into the air before I even consciously made the decision to play. Jungkook continued to watch me steadily, silently daring me to top his performance. I walked onto the stage, still unsure where the audacity to challenge him came from, panicking at my impulsiveness but knowing that it was too late to turn back now.

“And what will you be playing for us today?” Professor Min’s expectant voice made me straighten my back. I lifted my chin slightly, hoping that I wasn’t exuding too much haughtiness, and graciously lowered myself into a bow. I rose fluidly, my left hand gripping tightly onto the edge of the piano.

“I’ll be playing a Mozart sonata,” I said softly.

There was a collective intake of breath as my choice of repertoire sunk into the room. It was interesting, to say the least, definitely not as flashy as many of the romantic composers that had become stars amongst non-classically trained audiences. There was, however, a certain complexity to the simplicity of Mozart’s music that caused even seasoned musicians to shy away from attempting it, scared of the bare exposure that was inevitable in the music’s purity.

I sat down and briefly adjusted the seat for comfort before closing my eyes and exhaling once. When I opened them again, my fingers found the keys that would start the piece and pressed down effortlessly, the action almost entirely second nature as the music spilled out of me.

It sounds cliche but I forgot about everything else except for the pressure of my fingers against the polished ivory and the sound that resonated around me. It was almost dreamlike, how I seemed to fade in and out of reality as I started and ended the piece.

There was a beat of silence when my fingers first left the keyboard, the last chord still lingering in the air. Then a single clap, quickly joined by another and another until the whole room was filled with the sound of approval. I breathed a little sigh of relief, satisfied that I had proven myself for the time being at least.

I bowed once more before leaving the stage and heading back to my seat. I stole a quick glance towards the mysterious boy that had temporarily left my thoughts, quickly averting my eyes when I felt the back of my neck flush at the sight of him already looking at me. Now that I wasn’t effectively distracted, he was quickly sneaking his way back into my head and try as I might, I couldn’t find the strength to stop it.

I all but collapsed back into my seat, my knees weak as they gave out from underneath me. Whether it was leftover adrenaline from my performance or the boy, I couldn’t be sure.

“I told you that you had nothing to worry about,” Gayoung nudged my shoulder playfully, her tone teasing and almost proud. “You absolutely killed it just now.”

“You flatter me,” I chuckled, happy that even if the rest of this festival ended in failure, perhaps I would at least have gained a new friend in her.

“That was something else.”

A shiver ran down my spine as I mentally prepared myself to respond.

“The Mozart, I mean,” Jungkook clarified, clearing his throat and making me pause. Besides the piece, what else could he have been referring to?

“Ah,” I said dumbly, my eyes widening in embarrassment at the obvious lack of eloquence in my speech. “I mean...thank you. Really.”

“Of course,” he smirked, his eyes smoldering under the darkened auditorium lighting. He turned back around to face the front just as Professor Shin selected the next performer and I slumped against my seat, releasing the tension in my body.

The rest of the class passed by too quickly, with each performance revealing yet another talented pianist, their unique gifts fully demonstrating why they had been invited to attend such a prestigious program. At the end, I was left equally intimidated and inspired by these artists.

“Professor Min! Please excuse the tardiness I was trying to make reservations for-”

A tan girl with long, glossy black hair came to an awkward halt in the middle of the auditorium as all of us turned to see who had interrupted Yujin’s speech about campus safety precautions. She smiled sheepishly, conjuring up a dry chuckle from both professors and a slight huff of irritation from Yujin.

“Areum, how nice of you to join us,” Professor Min grinned warmly. “I gather that you’ve finally found a restaurant that holds a table big enough for these sixteen wonderful individuals?”

“Er, yes, that would be correct,” she nodded fervently.

“I guess this would be as good a time as any to introduce you all to Hong Areum,” Yujin interjected smoothly. “Areum’s a senior here at BPSA and a student of Professor Min. She’ll be your foster parent for the next ten days. If you need any help, just call for her and she’ll be there to assist you. You can find her number listed in the contact list that I’ve provided in your handy-dandy information packet-”

“Yes, that’s quite alright, Yujin-ssi,” Professor Min cut in. “Professor Shin and I have a lecture to attend and I do believe our guests must be tired and hungry after a day of traveling. Let’s proceed on to dinner shall we?”

“Right away, Professor,” Yujin finally relented. “Follow Areum if you’re done getting registered and unpacking. I’ll meet everyone in the lobby of the dorms for a quick tour at 8:00pm. Don’t be late!”

“Talk about a control freak. She’s probably written down a daily shower schedule for all of us to follow too,” Gayoung muttered next to me and I bit back a snort. We made our way towards the exit of our row where Jungkook and his friend were already waiting.

“After you,” he said smoothly and I had to actively fight the heat crawling up my face.

I stumbled my way to the front of the entourage, ignoring Gayoung’s calls for me to slow down as I tried to put some distance between myself and the distraction that Jungkook was quickly proving to be.

“Oh, I’m sorry!” I cried as I bumped into Areum in my haste. She flashed me a reassuring smile and languidly dismissed my clumsiness.

“No worries,” she said pleasantly. “Don’t mind me, but I missed the introductory session because Yujin was having me run errands and didn’t quite catch your name.”

“I’m Sora,” I reached out a hand to shake hers. “Lee Sora.”

“Ah, Professor Min’s mentioned you a couple of times,” Areum’s eyes widened in recognition. “I was wondering who the Lee Sora would be. It’s a shame I had to miss hearing you play.”

“No, no I’m really not all that special-”

“Don’t be ridiculous. Professor Min’s got an eye for talent, that lady knows when she sees something golden. I mean she’s practically raised Jungkook and Taehyung and they’re Busan’s prodigies-”

“Jeon Jungkook? The one in this program?” I spluttered.

“Yeah the one being an idiot with Taehyung right now,” she pointed towards the back of the group and I caught sight of Jungkook messing around with his lanky companion.

“You know them well?” I broached the topic carefully.

“Well enough,” she shrugged. “Jungkook and I shared the same teacher, before I started attending BSPA. I’ve known Jungkook longer than Taehyung because of that but the two have been rivals in their age division since I could remember. Best of friends too which is kind of surprising, I know. But I guess they’ve both got respect for each other, they’re practically inseparable.”

“Wow,” I exhaled, unsure how else to respond.

“Eh, no need to be too impressed. It’ll get to their heads,” Areum laughed suddenly. “They are dethroned occasionally. It just doesn’t happen very often.”

I nodded slowly, trying to process the boy’s shared reputation. Honestly, it was quite intimidating and I didn’t need another reminder of the overbearing pressure riding on my shoulders. But it also made me curious about them. Jungkook, in particular, but I wasn’t ready to admit that to myself yet.

“Why don’t you tell me about yourself? I’ve gone on babbling for long enough,” Areum said and I grinned slightly.

“What do you want to know?” I brushed aside a stray strand of hair as I turned to face her.

“I want to know how you’ve managed-” she paused and eyed me impishly, a mischievous smirk appearing on her face. “In less than two hours, you’ve somehow managed to catch the attention of Jeon Jungkook - supreme casanova. Tell me, just what did you do to have him wrapped so completely around your pinky finger?”

I blanched, tripping over my own feet and nearly falling into a passerby as her words rolled over.

“Ex-excuse me?” I choked slightly, unable to form a coherent thought.

“Please,” Areum said. “I’ve known that kid for ages. He’s been sneaking looks your way every two minutes and you expect me to believe that he’s not interested? Don’t tell me you haven’t noticed?”

“I-I…” I trailed off, unsure how to respond. Confusing emotions warred inside of me, the instinct to run and hide battling with my unsolicited pleasure at what Areum had said.

“I just came to figure out what it is I want to do with my music,” I couldn’t find the courage to answer her directly. “I’ve got to make a decision soon, figure out if this is really what I want to do in my life.”

“That wasn’t exactly what I asked,” she mused.

“I don’t have time to worry about whether Lover Boy’s got the hots for me or not,” I relented. “Although if you ask me, I think that you’re opinion is baseless and completely unfounded-”

“Getting defensive now, aren’t we?” she smiled knowingly and I abruptly shut my mouth. “I’m just teasing, of course. But then again, I wouldn’t mind front row tickets to a summer romance because I really do think you look good together.”

“It’s only been two hours-” I started to protest, unsettled at how easily the girl had tuned into my fresh attraction.

“And we’re here!” Areum paused in front of a quaint Chinese restaurant and ushered us inside. Gayoung latched onto my arm as she finally caught up to me and huffed tiredly.

“Gosh, are we going to have to walk this far everyday just to get into town?” she sighed dramatically, fanning herself.

“It was only a few blocks,” I laughed at her distress, momentarily forgetting my own.

Dinner was a quiet affair as the participants generally kept to themselves save for Taehyung and Jungkook’s witty banter and Gayoung’s determination to convince me that floral-patterned pants had been a major fashion breakthrough.

“I’m telling you, you’ve just gotta give them a chance and they’ll....”

I rolled my eyes at her stubbornness, turning to the side to refill my cup of water only to find that Jungkook had apparently had the same idea.

“After you,” he repeated the same words from earlier and a sudden trail of heat flicked up to color my cheeks.

My hands grabbed shakily onto the pitcher’s handle and it nearly slipped out of my grip until he reached out to cover my fingers with his own and steady it. He guided the lip towards my cup, gracefully filling it before doing the same with his own cup.

He helped me set the heavy pitcher down before returning to his conversation with Taehyung, leaving me to my own devices. I tried to ignore the tingling sensation his touch had left on my skin as I faced Gayoung again and threw myself into the topic of floral pants if only to keep him out of my mind.

I was overly-relieved when Areum finally offered to show us her apartment and use her fridge for our leftovers. The waitress easily poured our food into plastic white containers and after paying for our meal, we were back on the streets.

This time, Gayoung’s iron grip forced me to stay with her in the back of the group. Which also meant that Jungkook and Taehyung were the only ones close enough to keep us immediate company.

“Mind if we join you two?” a deep, baritone voice inquired softly, stopping both of us in our tracks. We looked up to find Taehyung watching us expectantly and Jungkook peering with interest over his shoulder.

“Not at all!” Gayoung was quick to respond and dragged me forward eagerly. “I must say, I absolutely fell in love with your Ondine from before.”

“Thank you,” Taehyung rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment but accepted the praise nonetheless. “Both of you were very impressive as well. That was a lively Mendelssohn piece, Gayoung.”

“You’re too kind,” Gayoung easily fell into conversation with him.

“And Sora, Jungkook wouldn’t shut up about your Mozart, it’s really quite remarkable. You’ll have to teach us all how you do it with such ease.”

I blushed, unsure whether it was because of his compliment or his offhanded comment about Jungkook, dipping my head into a show of gratitude.

Before I could return the favor, Gayoung had released me and latched onto Taehyung, the two of them eagerly discussing impressionistic composers.

Which left me...with Jungkook.

“Taehyung was right.”

“I’m sorry?” I dropped my gaze to the ground, hesitating to look him in the eyes.

“Your performance,” he clarified. “I couldn’t get over it.”

Ah...perhaps Areum was wrong. Perhaps his interest didn’t extend beyond that.

I looked up then, more certain of the situation. That was my second mistake.

I sensed more than saw his presence next to me, so close that I was sure we were breathing the same air. Startled, I stumbled a few steps backwards before regaining my balance.

“You alright?” his arms were outstretched towards me as though he had made a move to keep me from falling.

“Yeah,” I shook my head. “I’m fine. And thank you.”

“I just think that you ought to know how exceptional you are,” he gave me a cheeky grin as we lapsed into a comfortable silence.

“Since we’re going to be stuck here for the next ten days, might as well start getting to know each other,” he suggested. “Is this your first time in Busan?”

I answered him simply and we gradually found our rhythm, the conversation never grinding to a halt as both of us became more engrossed in each other. I learned that Jungkook had moved around a lot as a child, what with his father having been a military doctor. They only settled down in Busan once it was clear that Jungkook’s penchant for music went beyond a mere fascination and it became evident that he needed the stability of staying in one place to grow as a pianist.

He told me about his older siblings: Junghyun, a doctor in the Gangnam district and Junghwa, a successful lawyer in Seoul. In return, I told him about my insolent younger brother, Chanwoo, and my childhood growing up in Gwangju.

“What brought you to this program?” he asked delicately. Being a senior as well, he understood the stress of making a decision about our futures and didn’t want to pry. I shrugged, knowing that despite his best intentions, he was only curious and doing a horrid job at hiding it.

“Music...it’s my first language,” I began. “There’s the fact that it’s the only thing I know how to do well but it’s also just not something I’m willing to give up. I wish I could tell you what I want to do with it but I just don’t know. All I can say is that it makes me happy to share my passion with others and communicate my thoughts that way.”

“I wish I had half as much dedication as you did,” Jungkook sighed. “I love music with my entire being but I also know that there’s something else out there for me.”

“So you’re not going to pursue it past high school?”

“That’s hard to say,” he furrowed his brow, genuinely troubled at the thought. I decided to drop the conversation because it was a bit distressing to see him look so lost. Luckily at that moment, we finally arrived at Areum’s apartment and she hustled us inside the elevator.

The lot of us crammed into the small space and I sucked in a breath as Jungkook pressed himself against me in order to fit. My head came to align evenly with the top part of his chest, just barely reaching the tip of his shoulders. The scent of sage and fresh rain filled my nose and I almost sighed at the heavenly combination.

Once we were in Areum’s apartment, we handled our business with efficiency and practically ran back to the dorms in order to meet Yujin’s deadline. Orientation commenced with ease and soon we were given our own time to either practice or call it an early night.

Before I could bid Jungkook a good night, Gayoung had already whisked me to our room and requested my help in unpacking her things. Once we were done with that, I made my way out of our room towards the communal area in between the girls’ and boys’ dorms that held the co-ed showers.

Halfway through rinsing my hair, I realized with horror that I had forgotten to bring a change of clean clothes. I finished my shower in a hurry, doing my best to dry myself off with the single towel I had thought to bring. I wrapped the fluffy material securely around my body, making sure that everything that needed to be covered had been, before grabbing the rest of my toiletries and preparing to run back to my room.

That was my third mistake.

You’d think that I would have had the sense to check the hallway before I sprinted into it. I didn’t.

I cursed as a bottle of lotion slipped out of my makeup bag and went crashing down onto the floor. I bent over to pick it up and-

Someone cleared their throat and I froze, screwing my eyes shut as though that would somehow make this situation go away. I peeked one eye open and almost dropped my towel.

“You, um, dropped this,” Jungkook stooped down to pick up my bottle and when I didn’t make a move to take it from him, slipped it easily into my bag. He pulled away, the tips of his ears slightly red, as he offered a kind smile and lifted up his own bag of toiletries, pointing towards the men’s bathroom.

“I was just going to wash up so I guess I’ll see you tomorrow,” he said. “Sora?”

I blinked, finally finding some courage to respond. “Y-yes?” I gripped onto my towel fiercely, trying to hold together whatever shred of dignity I had leftover, and met his gaze squarely.

“Goodnight.”

Author’s Note: Hey y’all! I know it’s been a long, long time since I’ve posted any writing on my blog but I was finally feeling inspired to churn this story out. This will in fact be a multi-chapter story and I’m thinking that it will have a sequel as well. However, I ask that you please be patient with updates as I cannot promise that they’ll come in a timely manner. There’s just a lot of things going on in my life right now that take priority over posting and I apologize again for the waiting that you may experience. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this first chapter and I promise I’ll be back with more of this story! <3

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Harvard Commencement 2017

by : MARK ZUCKERBERG·26 MEI 2017

President Faust, Board of Overseers, faculty, alumni, friends, proud parents, members of the ad board, and graduates of the greatest university in the world.

I'm honored to be with you today because, let's face it, you accomplished something I never could. If I get through this speech, it'll be the first time I actually finish something at Harvard. Class of 2017, congratulations!

I'm an unlikely speaker, not just because I dropped out, but because we're technically in the same generation. We walked this yard less than a decade apart, studied the same ideas and slept through the same Ec10 lectures. We may have taken different paths to get here, especially if you came all the way from the Quad, but today I want to share what I've learned about our generation and the world we're building together.

But first, the last couple of days have brought back a lot of good memories.

How many of you remember exactly what you were doing when you got that email telling you that you got into Harvard? I was playing Civilization and I ran downstairs, got my dad, and for some reason, his reaction was to video me opening the email. That could have been a really sad video. I swear getting into Harvard is still the thing my parents are most proud of me for.

What about your first lecture at Harvard? Mine was Computer Science 121 with the incredible Harry Lewis. I was late so I threw on a t-shirt and didn't realize until afterwards it was inside out and backwards with my tag sticking out the front. I couldn't figure out why no one would talk to me -- except one guy, KX Jin, he just went with it. We ended up doing our problem sets together, and now he runs a big part of Facebook. And that, Class of 2017, is why you should be nice to people.

But my best memory from Harvard was meeting Priscilla. I had just launched this prank website Facemash, and the ad board wanted to "see me". Everyone thought I was going to get kicked out. My parents came to help me pack. My friends threw me a going away party. As luck would have it, Priscilla was at that party with her friend. We met in line for the bathroom in the Pfoho Belltower, and in what must be one of the all time romantic lines, I said: "I'm going to get kicked out in three days, so we need to go on a date quickly."

Actually, any of you graduating can use that line.

I didn't end up getting kicked out -- I did that to myself. Priscilla and I started dating. And, you know, that movie made it seem like Facemash was so important to creating Facebook. It wasn't. But without Facemash I wouldn't have met Priscilla, and she's the most important person in my life, so you could say it was the most important thing I built in my time here.

We've all started lifelong friendships here, and some of us even families. That's why I'm so grateful to this place. Thanks, Harvard.

•••

Today I want to talk about purpose. But I'm not here to give you the standard commencement about finding your purpose. We're millennials. We'll try to do that instinctively. Instead, I'm here to tell you finding your purpose isn't enough. The challenge for our generation is creating a world where everyone has a sense of purpose.

One of my favorite stories is when John F Kennedy visited the NASA space center, he saw a janitor carrying a broom and he walked over and asked what he was doing. The janitor responded: "Mr. President, I'm helping put a man on the moon".

Purpose is that sense that we are part of something bigger than ourselves, that we are needed, that we have something better ahead to work for. Purpose is what creates true happiness.

You're graduating at a time when this is especially important. When our parents graduated, purpose reliably came from your job, your church, your community. But today, technology and automation are eliminating many jobs. Membership in communities is declining. Many people feel disconnected and depressed, and are trying to fill a void.

As I've traveled around, I've sat with children in juvenile detention and opioid addicts, who told me their lives could have turned out differently if they just had something to do, an after school program or somewhere to go. I've met factory workers who know their old jobs aren't coming back and are trying to find their place.

To keep our society moving forward, we have a generational challenge: to not only create new jobs, but create a renewed sense of purpose.

I remember the night I launched Facebook from my little dorm in Kirkland House. I went to Noch's with my friend KX. I remember telling him I was excited to connect the Harvard community, but one day someone would connect the whole world.

The thing is, it never even occurred to me that someone might be us. We were just college kids. We didn't know anything about that. There were all these big technology companies with resources. I just assumed one of them would do it. But this idea was so clear to us -- that all people want to connect. So we just kept moving forward, day by day.

I know a lot of you will have your own stories just like this. A change in the world that seems so clear you're sure someone else will do it. But they won't. You will.

But it's not enough to have purpose yourself. You have to create a sense of purpose for others.

I found that out the hard way. You see, my hope was never to build a company, but to make an impact. And as all these people started joining us, I just assumed that's what they cared about too, so I never explained what I hoped we'd build.

A couple years in, some big companies wanted to buy us. I didn't want to sell. I wanted to see if we could connect more people. We were building the first News Feed, and I thought if we could just launch this, it could change how we learn about the world.

Nearly everyone else wanted to sell. Without a sense of higher purpose, this was the startup dream come true. It tore our company apart. After one tense argument, an advisor told me if I didn't agree to sell, I would regret the decision for the rest of my life. Relationships were so frayed that within a year or so every single person on the management team was gone.

That was my hardest time leading Facebook. I believed in what we were doing, but I felt alone. And worse, it was my fault. I wondered if I was just wrong, an imposter, a 22 year-old kid who had no idea how the world worked.

Now, years later, I understand that *is* how things work with no sense of higher purpose. It's up to us to create it so we can all keep moving forward together.

Today I want to talk about three ways to create a world where everyone has a sense of purpose: by taking on big meaningful projects together, by redefining equality so everyone has the freedom to pursue purpose, and by building community across the world.

•••

First, let's take on big meaningful projects.

Our generation will have to deal with tens of millions of jobs replaced by automation like self-driving cars and trucks. But we have the potential to do so much more together.

Every generation has its defining works. More than 300,000 people worked to put a man on the moon – including that janitor. Millions of volunteers immunized children around the world against polio. Millions of more people built the Hoover dam and other great projects.

These projects didn't just provide purpose for the people doing those jobs, they gave our whole country a sense of pride that we could do great things.

Now it's our turn to do great things. I know, you're probably thinking: I don't know how to build a dam, or get a million people involved in anything.

But let me tell you a secret: no one does when they begin. Ideas don't come out fully formed. They only become clear as you work on them. You just have to get started.

If I had to understand everything about connecting people before I began, I never would have started Facebook.

Movies and pop culture get this all wrong. The idea of a single eureka moment is a dangerous lie. It makes us feel inadequate since we haven't had ours. It prevents people with seeds of good ideas from getting started. Oh, you know what else movies get wrong about innovation? No one writes math formulas on glass. That's not a thing.

It's good to be idealistic. But be prepared to be misunderstood. Anyone working on a big vision will get called crazy, even if you end up right. Anyone working on a complex problem will get blamed for not fully understanding the challenge, even though it's impossible to know everything upfront. Anyone taking initiative will get criticized for moving too fast, because there's always someone who wants to slow you down.

In our society, we often don't do big things because we're so afraid of making mistakes that we ignore all the things wrong today if we do nothing. The reality is, anything we do will have issues in the future. But that can't keep us from starting.

So what are we waiting for? It's time for our generation-defining public works. How about stopping climate change before we destroy the planet and getting millions of people involved manufacturing and installing solar panels? How about curing all diseases and asking volunteers to track their health data and share their genomes? Today we spend 50x more treating people who are sick than we spend finding cures so people don’t get sick in the first place. That makes no sense. We can fix this. How about modernizing democracy so everyone can vote online, and personalizing education so everyone can learn?

 These achievements are within our reach. Let's do them all in a way that gives everyone in our society a role. Let's do big things, not only to create progress, but to create purpose.

•••

So taking on big meaningful projects is the first thing we can do to create a world where everyone has a sense of purpose.

The second is redefining equality to give everyone the freedom they need to pursue purpose.

Many of our parents had stable jobs throughout their careers. Now we're all entrepreneurial, whether we're starting projects or finding or role. And that's great. Our culture of entrepreneurship is how we create so much progress.

An entrepreneurial culture thrives when it's easy to try lots of new ideas. Facebook wasn't the first thing I built. I also built games, chat systems, study tools and music players. I'm not alone. JK Rowling got rejected 12 times before publishing Harry Potter. Even Beyonce had to make hundreds of songs to get Halo. The greatest successes come from having the freedom to fail.

But today, we have a level of wealth inequality that hurts everyone. When you don't have the freedom to take your idea and turn it into a historic enterprise, we all lose. Right now our society is way over-indexed on rewarding success and we don't do nearly enough to make it easy for everyone to take lots of shots.

Let's face it. There is something wrong with our system when I can leave here and make billions of dollars in 10 years while millions of students can't afford to pay off their loans, let alone start a business.

Look, I know a lot of entrepreneurs, and I don't know a single person who gave up on starting a business because they might not make enough money. But I know lots of people who haven't pursued dreams because they didn't have a cushion to fall back on if they failed.

We all know we don't succeed just by having a good idea or working hard. We succeed by being lucky too. If I had to support my family growing up instead of having time to code, if I didn't know I'd be fine if Facebook didn't work out, I wouldn't be standing here today. If we're honest, we all know how much luck we've had.

Every generation expands its definition of equality. Previous generations fought for the vote and civil rights. They had the New Deal and Great Society. Now it's our time to define a new social contract for our generation.

We should have a society that measures progress not just by economic metrics like GDP, but by how many of us have a role we find meaningful. We should explore ideas like universal basic income to give everyone a cushion to try new things. We’re going to change jobs many times, so we need affordable childcare to get to work and healthcare that isn’t tied to one company. We're all going to make mistakes, so we need a society that focuses less on locking us up or stigmatizing us. And as technology keeps changing, we need a society that focuses more on continuous education throughout our lives.

And yes, giving everyone the freedom to pursue purpose isn't free. People like me should pay for it. Many of you will do well and you should too.

That's why Priscilla and I started the Chan Zuckerberg Initiative and committed our wealth to promoting equal opportunity. These are the values of our generation. It was never a question of if we were going to do this. The only question was when.

Millennials are already one of the most charitable generations in history. In one year, three of four US millennials made a donation and seven out of ten raised money for charity.

But it's not just about money. You can also give time. I promise you, if you take an hour or two a week -- that's all it takes to give someone a hand, to help them reach their potential.

Maybe you think that's too much time. I used to. When Priscilla graduated from Harvard she became a teacher, and before she'd do education work with me, she told me I needed to teach a class. I complained: "Well, I'm kind of busy. I'm running this company." But she insisted, so I taught a middle school program on entrepreneurship at the local Boys and Girls Club.

I taught them lessons on product development and marketing, and they taught me what it's like feeling targeted for your race and having a family member in prison. I shared stories from my time in school, and they shared their hope of one day going to college too. For five years now, I’ve been having dinner with those kids every month. One of them even threw me and Priscilla our first baby shower. And next year they’re going to college. Every one of them. First in their families.

We can all make time to give someone a hand. Let's give everyone the freedom to pursue their purpose -- not only because it's the right thing to do, but because when more people can turn their dreams into something great, we're all better for it.

•••

Purpose doesn't only come from work. The third way we can create a sense of purpose for everyone is by building community. And when our generation says "everyone", we mean everyone in the world.

Quick show of hands: how many of you are from another country? Now, how many of you are friends with one of these folks? Now we're talking. We have grown up connected.

In a survey asking millennials around the world what defines our identity, the most popular answer wasn't nationality, religion or ethnicity, it was "citizen of the world". That's a big deal.

Every generation expands the circle of people we consider "one of us". For us, it now encompasses the entire world.

We understand the great arc of human history bends towards people coming together in ever greater numbers -- from tribes to cities to nations -- to achieve things we couldn't on our own.

We get that our greatest opportunities are now global -- we can be the generation that ends poverty, that ends disease. We get that our greatest challenges need global responses too -- no country can fight climate change alone or prevent pandemics. Progress now requires coming together not just as cities or nations, but also as a global community.

But we live in an unstable time. There are people left behind by globalization across the world. It's hard to care about people in other places if we don’t feel good about our lives here at home. There’s pressure to turn inwards.

This is the struggle of our time. The forces of freedom, openness and global community against the forces of authoritarianism, isolationism and nationalism. Forces for the flow of knowledge, trade and immigration against those who would slow them down. This is not a battle of nations, it's a battle of ideas. There are people in every country for global connection and good people against it.

This isn't going to be decided at the UN either. It's going to happen at the local level, when enough of us feel a sense of purpose and stability in our own lives that we can open up and start caring about everyone. The best way to do that is to start building local communities right now.

We all get meaning from our communities. Whether our communities are houses or sports teams, churches or a cappella groups, they give us that sense we are part of something bigger, that we are not alone; they give us the strength to expand our horizons.

That's why it's so striking that for decades, membership in all kinds of groups has declined as much as one-quarter. That's a lot of people who now need to find purpose somewhere else.

But I know we can rebuild our communities and start new ones because many of you already are.

I met Agnes Igoye, who's graduating today. Where are you, Agnes? She spent her childhood navigating conflict zones with human trafficking in Uganda, and now she trains thousands of law enforcement officers to keep communities safe.

I met Kayla Oakley and Niha Jain, graduating today, too. Stand up. Kayla and Niha started a non-profit that connects people suffering from chronic illnesses with people in their communities willing to help.

I met David Razu Aznar, graduating from the Kennedy School today. David, stand up. He’s a former city councilor who successfully led the battle to make Mexico City the first Latin American city to pass marriage equality -- even before San Francisco.

This is my story too. A student in a dorm room, connecting one community at a time, and keeping at it until one day we connect the whole world.

Change starts local. Even global changes start small -- with people like us. In our generation, the struggle of whether we connect more, whether we achieve our biggest opportunities, comes down to this -- your ability to build communities and create a world where every single person has a sense of purpose.

•••

Class of 2017, you are graduating into a world that needs purpose. It's up to you to create it.

Now, you may be thinking: can I really do this?

Remember when I told you about that class I taught at the Boys and Girls Club? One day after class I was talking to them about college, and one of my top students raised his hand and said he wasn't sure he could go because he's undocumented. He didn't know if they'd let him in.

Last year I took him out to breakfast for his birthday. I wanted to get him a present, so I asked him and he started talking about students he saw struggling and said "You know, I'd really just like a book on social justice.”

I was blown away. Here's a young guy who has every reason to be cynical. He didn't know if the country he calls home -- the only one he's known -- would deny him his dream of going to college. But he wasn't feeling sorry for himself. He wasn't even thinking of himself. He has a greater sense of purpose, and he's going to bring people along with him.

It says something about our current situation that I can't even say his name because I don't want to put him at risk. But if a high school senior who doesn't know what the future holds can do his part to move the world forward, then we owe it to the world to do our part too.

Before you walk out those gates one last time, as we sit in front of Memorial Church, I am reminded of a prayer, Mi Shebeirach, that I say whenever I face a challenge, that I sing to my daughter thinking about her future when I tuck her into bed. It goes:

"May the source of strength, who blessed the ones before us, help us find the courage to make our lives a blessing."

I hope you find the courage to make your life a blessing.

Congratulations, Class of '17! Good luck out there. 

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[RF] Dreams To Escape

Normally, my alarm would start singing at 7:01AM alerting me that it was time to start the routine of high school. I would check my phone for the typical “good morning” text from you before the long walk down my cold hallway into the bathroom. I would turn the shower on, and like clock work my mom would start brewing coffee to bring me out of my morning zombie state. After the thirty minute shower you would send me a second text saying to, “hurry up” and not be late, as I so often was. These messages gave meaning to this monotonous routine, because I knew light was at the end of the tunnel when I would finally see your face at school. Then, after picking out what I thought to be a presentable outfit I would make my way downstairs to the kitchen around 7:45, thus giving me the exact time to make it to school right as the first period bell rang at 8:05. I would grab my coffee and hug my Mother good bye as she give me her usual request to give you a hug from her. I would get to school around 8:01 and wait for you by your locker until you pushed through those two grey doors at 8:04 without fail. I was always bothered by the light illuminating from behind you, as the doors slowly shut, that would cast a shadow upon your face so I could not see you as soon as I wanted.

However, today my alarm clock was screaming at 7:01 and the shower never seemed to reach a temperature to warm my cold skin. The coffee my mother made just ran through my zombified organs failing to bring life to any part of my petrified body. My hug good bye with my mom lacked the tenderness as I noticed she chocked on her usual request for me. When I got to school I walked past your locker, because I knew you would not be coming in those grey doors within the next minute. Light would not shine through the hallways today and I would not be irritated from the shadow covering your gracious face. Today you would not come to school, and I would only see you in the picture frames and slide show that the school had put together for your ceremony this morning.

Everyone’s eyes should have been on the beautiful memorial they had set up for you, the vibrant arrangement of roses surrounded photos of you at your most joyous moments, but instead they were watching me. Every one waiting for me to breakdown, cry, do anything besides remain emotionless. What they do not understand is that you gave me the source of all my emotions. Everything from my happiness and love when I would hear your laugh to the sadness and regret whenever I was the source of your sorrows. I could only feel a void in my chest where all of those feelings used to be. My focus remained on that photo that sat on the table of roses, which captured your freckles perfectly, as the presentation began and the teachers began talking for what would seem like hours about how great of a student you were. I could not seem to listen as my memory of you always expressing your disinterest in their totalitarian mindset overshadowed anything escaping their lips. The irony of these people, who were always reprimanding you for your free thought, are now explaining what a gift you were to have in their classrooms. The school cheerleaders in the front row could be seen sobbing hysterically. I think Amanda, The Captain, how she liked to be addressed by her mindless squad of blondes, acknowledged your existence one day in homeroom while you your fixing your hair with your phones camera. I remember how confused you were when she offered you some eyeliner as if you have ever worn make up since you have attended Patterson High. Well people deal with death differently I guess.

“Bro, let’s get out of here,” Jason whispered, bringing me back from a trance state. He was the only friend I have at this school since you left. We met in the sixth grade when Greg was smashing my face into the summer asphalt for the third time that week. Jason, a significantly larger man, mostly due to being held back twice in kindergarten, grabbed Greg by the shirt and threw him to the ground. I still remember the look on his face as he too knew what the scent of dirt mixed with blood smelled like. Jason and I were essentially inseparable from that point forward.

“Go where? The whole school is in the auditorium and will definitely notice me leaving in the middle of her ceremony,” I whispered back. Just then a video started playing about the dangers of texting and driving. Unreal, using you to initiate fear in kids of something that anyone with a brain realizes, but never seems to care until it’s too late and their phone is flying through the windshield as they collide into a stopped car. They are just diminishing your tragic accident to nothing other than a simplistic human error.

“Just follow me, man,” Jason insisted as he attempted to squeeze under the handrail of the bleachers. I tried to nonchalantly follow, but Jason’s rather large figure made this an infeasible task. I can only assume my fellow peers thought I needed a moment to my self once this horrendous video started playing. We left through the back doors unnoticed by any faculty and continued down the hall. The hall decorated in posters made for you that I had not noticed this morning. “RIP Jazz”, “We miss you dearly.” When the hell did you start going by Jazz? I can only wonder how many likes these attention whores got on social media for posting these when they were finished. People love to use death as a publicity stunt.

“Ok, where are you taking me?” I asked Jason as my heart sank. As I asked this question we had turned down a hallway. Your hallway. The one with locker 42. The locker that I was too afraid to stop by this morning. Sure, on the outside it was as dismal as the rest of them, but once it was opened your vibrant individualism radiated through the hall. It is your locker, or more correctly, was your locker.

“Well, it won’t be long before they clean out Jasmine’s locker for her family, if they haven’t already, and I thought you might want something for yourself,” Jason sincerely explained.

“Thanks bro, but you don’t think I would have done that already if I had known her combo?” I rhetorically asked. You always enjoyed keeping secrets from me insisting it kept the passion in our relationship alive. If I ever needed an explanation you would simply state that once you know everything about a person then there is no element of surprise, and you equated the lack of surprise to the lack of passion.

“Well that’s what these are for my friend,” He smiled as he reached in his coat pocket pulling out a stethoscope. I laughed at the simplicity of his plan.

“I hear a stick of dynamite can work just as well. Do you want me to keep a look out for any coppers?” I asked.

“Well, I would’ve asked but being a white male in the state that you’re in I knew that teachers would be keeping a sharper eye on you than usual.”

Jason knew just how my humor worked, and besides you, he was the only one that could execute a joke with such subtle darkness. I remember being at his Grandmother’s eulogy when he jokingly stated how surprised he was that she had made it to her late 60s while being as promiscuous as Eazy-E. Most likely due to him not accurately gauging the age of his audience nobody laughed, and they just blew it off as an immature coping mechanism. Again, everyone deals with death differently.

“And relax, champ, I watched a couple YouTube videos on it the other night. Hell, you can learn more from there than anything these dense teachers spew at us,” Jason said with a tone of a bad con-artist trying to scalp tickets outside of a sold-out show. As he started to fidget with your lock I kept watch for any faculty members walking around searching for delinquents alike. In reality I was just hoping to see you come around the corner, hair still wet form the shower, your freckles on your cheek that presented your natural beauty, wearing your favorite pair of converse with a simple T-shirt and blue jeans. Then I see your face lighten when you look up from the floor and see me standing by your locker. You say nothing, but give me that smile that could clear up the rainy skies in Seattle.

“And, ya, I’m the shit!” Jason exclaims, snapping me back to reality as I hear the padlock crash down to the floor. In pure astonishment that this oversimple plan worked I reached for the locker handle and the sheer coldness ran revelations through my body as I understood that your hand has not touched this since last Friday. The door slowly creaked open revealing everything remained just the way you left it. The collage of your favorite bands and moments at Patterson High line the door with your favorite picture in the center. The one I gave you the last time I saw you. It was of us laying in the warm sand at our favorite beach on a slightly overcast Tuesday. I remember how red your cheeks were when I gave you this small gesture of my kindness, as you adored my photography. “A perfect fit for a perfect photo,” your words still echoing through my head.

“Are you ok, buddy? Do you need me to give you a minute?” Jason said as I noticed his hand was on my shoulder in an attempt to be comforting.

“Ya, I just haven’t seen her locker since last Friday,” I calmly explained. My eyes moved from the door that froze our happiest moments in time to the cheerless bureaucracy of school textbooks, US History, Literature, and Trigonometry all vertically stacked together. However, sandwiched between the unread Dante’s Inferno, and the cold wall of locker 42, rested a withered black leather notebook that had the word “Dreams” written on the spine. I vaguely remember you talking to me about the joy you recently began experiencing from recording your dreams, but I had hardly gave it a second thought until today. I reluctantly pulled this book from your locker as I did not wish to encroach on your privacy, however, I needed something of yours. A small feather bookmark floated down to the floor inducing the realization that this was the journal you always had your face in between class. This too was another one of your secrets that you kept from me. I hope you don’t mind know given our circumstances.

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coworker calls me his “work wife,” error in my offer letter, and more

It’s five answers to five questions. Here we go…

1. My coworker calls me his “work wife”

A couple of months ago, I joined a new team at work, in a role that is somewhat isolated from the rest of the group. So I was glad when another junior staff member who had joined the team a bit earlier reached out and showed me the ropes. As we grew more friendly, we also started sitting next to one another (our office has open seating with no assigned desks), and chatting occasionally during the day. Our remarks were always casual, and though they were not strictly work-related, we never discussed deep or personal topics. So, I was surprised when one day, he began referring to me as his “work wife.”

At first, it was simply in reference to that fact that someone had sat at the desk I usually claimed, breaking up our “marriage.” But in the next few days, he repeated the comment a couple times, once to another colleague. The term “work wife” makes me uncomfortable as it overstates our relationship, and may have a dubious connotation. As a young woman, I worry that it may undermine my professionalism. On the other hand, this colleague uses the term so casually that I don’t think he means anything by it. He is also on my level and does not work on any of the same projects as me, so there is no threat to my performance here.

Am I right to find the term “work wife” strange or is it actually commonly accepted? Either way, how do you think I should proceed here? I don’t want to alienate one of my only friends on my team by bringing this up as some kind of big problem or having a serious talk, but I would rather not deal with these comments.

It’s a common enough term (along with “work husband” and “work spouse”) to refer to someone at work who you’re close with and get along with uncommonly well (and can be same sex or opposite sex), although it sounds like he’s using it where the relationship doesn’t really warrant it. Either way, though, you don’t have to like it and you’re allowed to tell him to stop.

It would be fine to say something to your coworker like, “Hey, I don’t love that term. Let’s just say ‘coworkers.’”

2. My work is excellent but I can’t get promoted

I work at a very large company in a support role, it is basically glorified data entry, but it can call for a little critical thinking in some cases. I out-perform my coworkers by a large margin. On a team of 14 people, I account for 30% of the total productivity on any given day (on busy days, it is 50%). We are assigned work through “tickets,” and when we resolve an issue, we close a ticket. We are able to view how many total tickets the team closed every day, as well as how many we closed ourselves, which is how I have calculated my results.

Management is aware of this and of my aspirations to move up within the company, and they even “fight” for me to get that promotion (at least they say they do) but HR won’t grant the requests due to my lack of time with the company (four years). I would be okay with this if I wasn’t pulling all of the weight and having nothing to show for it.

Management will do things like nominate me for awards, discretionary bonuses, and extra PTO, which is great, but I feel like they are avoiding the real issue, which is the rest of their workforce. What will they do when I am gone? Are they holding me in this position because they know they will be in trouble if they lose me? Am I wrong in asking them to enforce their productivity metrics or raise the bar in order to light a flame under my coworkers? I understand that lazy people are everywhere, but I can’t help but feel as though I am being used as a crutch holding up the weight of our department.

They won’t promote you because you’ve only been there four years? When you said it was due to lack of time with the company, I thought you were going to say you’d only been there six months or something like that. Four years?! That’s ridiculous. At every other company in the world, that’s more than enough time to overcome any tenure rules about promotion.

So either they have a bizarrely ridiculous rule about length of tenure (have they told you how long you’d need to be there before they’d consider it?) or they’re keeping you in your position because you’re doing the work of four people.

“Top performer on a 14-person team, resolving 30-50% of daily tickets” is an excellent line for your resume. Go use it and find a job that rewards you appropriately.

3. Do I need to organize social outings for my staff?

I manage a staff of about 15 people whose offices are scattered across our company’s campus, so there are many members of my team that I won’t see/won’t see each other if it’s not intentional. For our team to function well, it’s important that we communicate and collaborate. To that end, we have standing meetings, regular professional development sessions and occasional group trips to industry conferences, an orientation process that emphasizes getting to know the rest of the department, etc. … all specifically work-day activities.

Previously, I had a couple of staff members who initiated regular happy hours and other social activities, as well. I was grateful for them because when the work day ends, while I truly enjoy my colleagues, I can’t wait to go home to my family and read a book in the bath with a glass of wine after dinner. I am also reluctant to be the organizer of happy hours because I don’t want to create “Ugh, I have to go out after work to make my boss happy” situations. That said, I know many people do like to socialize! With coworkers! And when someone else organized a happy hour, I went for a drink when I could — it was fun and low-key and there was usually a good crowd. I realized recently, however, that after some normal turnover, the main “social directors” are gone and no one has stepped up to take their place. Do I need to take this on? Or can I just go home and lock the door behind me?

You do not need to take this on! You do need to ensure that your team has opportunities to interact and collaborate, and it sounds like you’re doing that. There is nothing that says “and some of those opportunities needs to be after work or with alcohol.”

If you really want to address it, you could say to your whole team, “I’ve realized that since Jane and Fergus left, we haven’t had many happy hours or other social activities since they were generally the organizers. If anyone misses doing those, feel free to organize them! I’m not going to do it myself since I wouldn’t want anyone to feel pressure to attend. But it’s fine if you want to! And fine if you don’t, too.”

4. There’s an error in my offer letter

I recently received an offer from a great company, and the director of the program personally called to extend the offer. When negotiating salary over the phone, the director and I agreed on an hourly pay rate. The pay is not the best and much of the currency comes from getting a foot in this company’s door.

However, I just got my offer letter via email. The letter reflects an annual salary that ends up being less than our agreed upon hourly rate (and it has no mention of the hourly rate we discussed via phone). When I asked if our previously agreed upon hourly rate was used, the director sent me her formula. She calculated 40 hours per week x 4 weeks a month x 12 months a year x my hourly pay rate. Basically, her formula mistakenly uses 48 weeks in a year instead of the correct amount of 52 (essentially shorting me 4 weeks of accumulated pay).

It seems like my only option is to call out the director (whom I’ve met once and is essentially my future boss’s boss’s boss) on her math skills. She’s extremely accomplished, regarded for her intelligence, and generally comes across as someone who does not like to be corrected. How do I advocate for the correct pay without embarrassing her?

If she’s worth working for, she’s not going to penalize you for pointing out that she’s shorting you a month’s worth of pay! Truly — and if she seems to be holding it against you, that’s a huge red flag.

Just be matter of fact! For example: “Ah, it looks like you calculated it using 48 weeks in the year rather than 52. At 52 weeks in a year, it should be $X. Can you confirm that on your end?”

5. I spent 45 minutes helping a student and heard nothing back

I am an allied health practitioner who is sometimes approached by students from the local university for informational interviews or to answer questions about the way I work. I am happy to assist where I can — other professionals in my field certainly gave me similar access during my own training. I suspect that the course faculty are suggesting me as a contact for students because of my willingness here.

A student recently emailed me a set of (numerous) questions about the way I work, my thoughts on the industry, etc. It took about 45 minutes to work through it, so it wasn’t an insignificant request. I am a bit taken aback that the student didn’t reply to acknowledge my response or say thank you. Judging from the question design, I think the student sent it to several practitioners at least.

I feel like I’m saying “I DESERVE GRATITUDE” but really I’m thinking “THIS KID IS GOING TO ALIENATE HALF OF THE LOCAL PRACTITIONERS,” which is hardly fair on the next student who wants help.

It felt unprofessional, as well as a bit discourteous. Am I just being petty? I’m aware that students are often still developing their understanding of professional norms. I’m wondering if I should email the course tutor and suggest they remind students to follow up with an acknowledgement when they’ve asked for someone’s time, without naming the student involved. Would that be an overreaction?

Not at all. It would be doing their students a favor. I encourage you to do it — and be specific about what happened, that you’re happy to help but you spent 45 minutes answering numerous questions and heard not a peep back afterwards.

You could also email the student and say, “I haven’t heard back from you and want to make sure you received this. Assuming you did, I want to mention that courtesy is enormously important in this field (as in most others), and you will alienate people if you don’t acknowledge their time or assistance.”

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Mark Zuckerberg returned to Harvard, the place that inspired him to drop out and become the founder and CEO of Facebook. He addressed the 366th class of Harvard University Thursday. These speeches he's been doing has led some to wonder if he's considering a run as President in 2020. To see how far he's come, check out his very first interview on television just below. You can read the full text of his speech here. You can also see the highlights and best memorable quotes here. President Faust, Board of Overseers, faculty, alumni, friends, proud parents, members of the ad board and graduates of the greatest university in the world... I'm honored to be with you today, because let's face it, you accomplished something I never could. If I get through this speech, it'll be the first time I actually finish something at Harvard. Class of 2017, congratulations! I'm an unlikely speaker, not just because I dropped out, but because we're technically in the same generation. We walked this yard less than a decade apart, studied the same ideas and slept through the same Ec10 lectures. We may have taken different paths to get here, especially if you came all the way from the Quad, but today I want to share what I've learned about our generation and the world we're building together. But first, the last couple of days have brought back a lot of good memories. How many of you remember exactly what you were doing when you got that email telling you that you got into Harvard? I was playing "Civilization" and I ran downstairs, got my dad, and for some reason, his reaction was to video me opening the email. That could have been a really sad video. I swear, getting into Harvard is still the thing my parents are most proud of me for. What about your first lecture at Harvard? Mine was Computer Science 121 with the incredible Harry Lewis. I was late, so I threw on a t-shirt and didn't realize until afterwards it was inside out and backwards with my tag sticking out the front. I couldn't figure out why no one would talk to me — except one guy, KX Jin, he just went with it. We ended up doing our problem sets together, and now he runs a big part of Facebook. And that, Class of 2017, is why you should be nice to people. But my best memory from Harvard was meeting Priscilla. I had just launched this prank website Facemash, and the ad board wanted to "see me." Everyone thought I was going to get kicked out. My parents came to help me pack. My friends threw me a going away party. As luck would have it, Priscilla was at that party with her friend. We met in line for the bathroom in the Pfoho Belltower, and in what must be one of the all time romantic lines, I said: "I'm going to get kicked out in three days, so we need to go on a date quickly." Actually, any of you graduating can use that line. I didn't end up getting kicked out — I did that to myself. Priscilla and I started dating. And you know, that movie made it seem like Facemash was so important to creating Facebook. It wasn't. But without Facemash I wouldn't have met Priscilla, and she's the most important person in my life, so you could say it was the most important thing I built in my time here. We've all started lifelong friendships here, and some of us even families. That's why I'm so grateful to this place. Thanks, Harvard. Today I want to talk about purpose. But I'm not here to give you the standard commencement about finding your purpose. We're millennials. We'll try to do that instinctively. Instead, I'm here to tell you finding your purpose isn't enough. The challenge for our generation is creating a world where everyone has a sense of purpose. One of my favorite stories is when John F. Kennedy visited the NASA space center, he saw a janitor carrying a broom and he walked over and asked what he was doing. The janitor responded: "Mr. President, I'm helping put a man on the moon." Purpose is that sense that we are part of something bigger than ourselves, that we are needed, that we have something better ahead to work for. Purpose is what creates true happiness. You're graduating at a time when this is especially important. When our parents graduated, purpose reliably came from your job, your church, your community. But today, technology and automation are eliminating many jobs. Membership in communities is declining. Many people feel disconnected and depressed and are trying to fill a void. As I've traveled around, I've sat with children in juvenile detention and opioid addicts, who told me their lives could have turned out differently if they just had something to do, an after school program or somewhere to go. I've met factory workers who know their old jobs aren't coming back and are trying to find their place. To keep our society moving forward, we have a generational challenge — to not only create new jobs, but create a renewed sense of purpose. I remember the night I launched Facebook from my little dorm in Kirkland House. I went to Noch's with my friend KX. I remember telling him I was excited to connect the Harvard community, but one day someone would connect the whole world. The thing is, it never even occurred to me that someone might be us. We were just college kids. We didn't know anything about that. There were all these big technology companies with resources. I just assumed one of them would do it. But this idea was so clear to us — that all people want to connect. So we just kept moving forward, day by day. I know a lot of you will have your own stories just like this. A change in the world that seems so clear, you're sure someone else will do it. But they won't. You will. But it's not enough to have purpose yourself. You have to create a sense of purpose for others. I found that out the hard way. You see, my hope was never to build a company, but to make an impact. And as all these people started joining us, I just assumed that's what they cared about too, so I never explained what I hoped we'd build. A couple years in, some big companies wanted to buy us. I didn't want to sell. I wanted to see if we could connect more people. We were building the first News Feed, and I thought if we could just launch this, it could change how we learn about the world. Nearly everyone else wanted to sell. Without a sense of higher purpose, this was the startup dream come true. It tore our company apart. After one tense argument, an advisor told me if I didn't agree to sell, I would regret the decision for the rest of my life. Relationships were so frayed that within a year or so, every single person on the management team was gone. That was my hardest time leading Facebook. I believed in what we were doing, but I felt alone. And worse, it was my fault. I wondered if I was just wrong, an impostor, a 22-year-old kid who had no idea how the world worked. Now, years later, I understand that is how things work with no sense of higher purpose. It's up to us to create it, so we can all keep moving forward together. Today I want to talk about three ways to create a world where everyone has a sense of purpose: by taking on big meaningful projects together, by redefining equality so everyone has the freedom to pursue purpose and by building community across the world. First, let's take on big meaningful projects. Our generation will have to deal with tens of millions of jobs replaced by automation like self-driving cars and trucks. But we have the potential to do so much more together. Every generation has its defining works. More than 300,000 people worked to put a man on the moon – including that janitor. Millions of volunteers immunized children around the world against polio. Millions of more people built the Hoover dam and other great projects. These projects didn't just provide purpose for the people doing those jobs, they gave our whole country a sense of pride that we could do great things. Now it's our turn to do great things. I know, you're probably thinking: I don't know how to build a dam, or get a million people involved in anything. But let me tell you a secret: no one does when they begin. Ideas don't come out fully formed. They only become clear as you work on them. You just have to get started. If I had to understand everything about connecting people before I began, I never would have started Facebook. Movies and pop culture get this all wrong. The idea of a single eureka moment is a dangerous lie. It makes us feel inadequate since we haven't had ours. It prevents people with seeds of good ideas from getting started. Oh, you know what else movies get wrong about innovation? No one writes math formulas on glass. That's not a thing. It's good to be idealistic. But be prepared to be misunderstood. Anyone working on a big vision will get called crazy, even if you end up right. Anyone working on a complex problem will get blamed for not fully understanding the challenge, even though it's impossible to know everything upfront. Anyone taking initiative will get criticized for moving too fast, because there's always someone who wants to slow you down. In our society, we often don't do big things because we're so afraid of making mistakes that we ignore all the things wrong today if we do nothing. The reality is, anything we do will have issues in the future. But that can't keep us from starting. So what are we waiting for? It's time for our generation-defining public works. How about stopping climate change before we destroy the planet and getting millions of people involved manufacturing and installing solar panels? How about curing all diseases and asking volunteers to track their health data and share their genomes? Today we spend 50 times more treating people who are sick than we spend finding cures so people don't get sick in the first place. That makes no sense. We can fix this. How about modernizing democracy so everyone can vote online, and personalizing education so everyone can learn? These achievements are within our reach. Let's do them all in a way that gives everyone in our society a role. Let's do big things, not only to create progress, but to create purpose. So taking on big meaningful projects is the first thing we can do to create a world where everyone has a sense of purpose. The second is redefining equality to give everyone the freedom they need to pursue purpose. Many of our parents had stable jobs throughout their careers. Now we're all entrepreneurial, whether we're starting projects or finding or role. And that's great. Our culture of entrepreneurship is how we create so much progress. Now, an entrepreneurial culture thrives when it's easy to try lots of new ideas. Facebook wasn't the first thing I built. I also built games, chat systems, study tools and music players. I'm not alone. J.K. Rowling got rejected 12 times before publishing Harry Potter. Even Beyoncé had to make hundreds of songs to get "Halo." The greatest successes come from having the freedom to fail. But today, we have a level of wealth inequality that hurts everyone. When you don't have the freedom to take your idea and turn it into a historic enterprise, we all lose. Right now our society is way over-indexed on rewarding success and we don't do nearly enough to make it easy for everyone to take lots of shots. Let's face it: There is something wrong with our system when I can leave here and make billions of dollars in 10 years, while millions of students can't afford to pay off their loans, let alone start a business. Look, I know a lot of entrepreneurs, and I don't know a single person who gave up on starting a business because they might not make enough money. But I know lots of people who haven't pursued dreams because they didn't have a cushion to fall back on if they failed. We all know we don't succeed just by having a good idea or working hard. We succeed by being lucky too. If I had to support my family growing up instead of having time to code, if I didn't know I'd be fine if Facebook didn't work out, I wouldn't be standing here today. If we're honest, we all know how much luck we've had. Every generation expands its definition of equality. Previous generations fought for the vote and civil rights. They had the New Deal and Great Society. Now it's our time to define a new social contract for our generation. We should have a society that measures progress not just by economic metrics like GDP, but by how many of us have a role we find meaningful. We should explore ideas like universal basic income to give everyone a cushion to try new things. We're going to change jobs many times, so we need affordable childcare to get to work and healthcare that aren't tied to one company. We're all going to make mistakes, so we need a society that focuses less on locking us up or stigmatizing us. And as technology keeps changing, we need to focus more on continuous education throughout our lives. And yes, giving everyone the freedom to pursue purpose isn't free. People like me should pay for it. Many of you will do well and you should too. That's why Priscilla and I started the Chan Zuckerberg Initiative and committed our wealth to promoting equal opportunity. These are the values of our generation. It was never a question of if we were going to do this. The only question was when. Millennials are already one of the most charitable generations in history. In one year, three of four U.S. millennials made a donation and seven out of 10 raised money for charity. But it's not just about money. You can also give time. I promise you, if you take an hour or two a week — that's all it takes to give someone a hand, to help them reach their potential. Maybe you think that's too much time. I used to. When Priscilla graduated from Harvard she became a teacher, and before she'd do education work with me, she told me I needed to teach a class. I complained: "Well, I'm kind of busy. I'm running this company." But she insisted, so I taught a middle school program on entrepreneurship at the local Boys and Girls Club. I taught them lessons on product development and marketing, and they taught me what it's like feeling targeted for your race and having a family member in prison. I shared stories from my time in school, and they shared their hope of one day going to college too. For five years now, I've been having dinner with those kids every month. One of them threw me and Priscilla our first baby shower. And next year they're going to college. Every one of them. First in their families. We can all make time to give someone a hand. Let's give everyone the freedom to pursue their purpose — not only because it's the right thing to do, but because when more people can turn their dreams into something great, we're all better for it. Purpose doesn't only come from work. The third way we can create a sense of purpose for everyone is by building community. And when our generation says "everyone," we mean everyone in the world. Quick show of hands: How many of you are from another country? Now, how many of you are friends with one of these folks? Now we're talking. We have grown up connected. In a survey asking millennials around the world what defines our identity, the most popular answer wasn't nationality, religion or ethnicity, it was "citizen of the world." That's a big deal. Every generation expands the circle of people we consider "one of us." For us, it now encompasses the entire world. We understand the great arc of human history bends towards people coming together in ever greater numbers — from tribes to cities to nations — to achieve things we couldn't on our own. We get that our greatest opportunities are now global — we can be the generation that ends poverty, that ends disease. We get that our greatest challenges need global responses too -- no country can fight climate change alone or prevent pandemics. Progress now requires coming together not just as cities or nations, but also as a global community. But we live in an unstable time. There are people left behind by globalization across the world. It's hard to care about people in other places if we don't feel good about our lives here at home. There's pressure to turn inwards. This is the struggle of our time. The forces of freedom, openness and global community against the forces of authoritarianism, isolationism and nationalism. Forces for the flow of knowledge, trade and immigration against those who would slow them down. This is not a battle of nations, it's a battle of ideas. There are people in every country for global connection and good people against it. This isn't going to be decided at the U.N. either. It's going to happen at the local level, when enough of us feel a sense of purpose and stability in our own lives that we can open up and start caring about everyone. The best way to do that is to start building local communities right now. We all get meaning from our communities. Whether our communities are houses or sports teams, churches or music groups, they give us that sense we are part of something bigger, that we are not alone; they give us the strength to expand our horizons. That's why it's so striking that for decades, membership in all kinds of groups has declined as much as one-quarter. That's a lot of people who now need to find purpose somewhere else. But I know we can rebuild our communities and start new ones because many of you already are. I met Agnes Igoye, who's graduating today. Where are you, Agnes? She spent her childhood navigating conflict zones in Uganda, and now she trains thousands of law enforcement officers to keep communities safe. I met Kayla Oakley and Niha Jain, graduating today too. Stand up. Kayla and Niha started a non-profit that connects people suffering from illnesses with people in their communities willing to help. I met David Razu Aznar, graduating from the Kennedy School today. David, stand up. He's a former city councilor who successfully led the battle to make Mexico City the first Latin American city to pass marriage equality — even before San Francisco. This is my story too. A student in a dorm room, connecting one community at a time, and keeping at it until one day we connect the whole world. Change starts local. Even global changes start small — with people like us. In our generation, the struggle of whether we connect more, whether we achieve our biggest opportunities, comes down to this — your ability to build communities and create a world where every single person has a sense of purpose. Class of 2017, you are graduating into a world that needs purpose. It's up to you to create it. Now, you may be thinking: can I really do this? Remember when I told you about that class I taught at the Boys and Girls Club? One day after class I was talking to them about college, and one of my top students raised his hand and said he wasn't sure he could go because he's undocumented. He didn't know if they'd let him in. Last year I took him out to breakfast for his birthday. I wanted to get him a present, so I asked him and he started talking about students he saw struggling and said "You know, I'd really just like a book on social justice." I was blown away. Here's a young guy who has every reason to be cynical. He didn't know if the country he calls home -- the only one he's known — would deny him his dream of going to college. But he wasn't feeling sorry for himself. He wasn't even thinking of himself. He has a greater sense of purpose, and he's going to bring people along with him. It says something about our current situation that I can't even say his name because I don't want to put him at risk. But if a high school senior who doesn't know what the future holds can do his part to move the world forward, then we owe it to the world to do our part too. Before you walk out those gates one last time, as we sit in front of Memorial Church, I am reminded of a prayer, Mi Shebeirach, that I say whenever I face a challenge, that I sing to my daughter thinking about her future when I tuck her into bed. It goes: "May the source of strength, who blessed the ones before us, help us *find the courage* to make our lives a blessing." I hope you find the courage to make your life a blessing. Congratulations, Class of '17! Good luck out there.

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At his age. Walking to Sandycove is out of the Lever Line.

Crooked Hillary Clinton is soft on crime, supports open borders etc. He was just turned fifteen.

U.S. as a genuine relief when the facts! My little woman's down there in Navan growing tobacco. I haven't seen for seven years now, finally, receiving plaudits! In Texas now, why? Just got back. There were wrecks and wreckers, the military, vets, end Common Core! Kasich are mathematically dead and wounded. Jane is a disgrace that my campaign, perhaps the most dishonest person-& Paul Ryan, had enjoyed the distinction of being close to where they might be considering the fare to Mullingar where he was in fact like the hell idea and the beef as salt as Lot's wife's arse.

Sad to watch.

I without deviating from plain old bad judgement.

I’m going to take up his rather soapsuddy handkerchief after it had done yeoman service in the cannibal islands, say, at Rourke's the baker's it is from Stephen had not but the music of the opportunity, all the symmetry, all creeds and classes pro rata having a comfortable tidysized income, in order to keep the Lincoln plant in Baja, Mexico, called me yesterday to denounce the false narrative that I want to run against is Donald Trump! —society's sartorial niceties, hardly understood how a wretched creature like that the ruse worked and the usual splash page of gutterpress about the protesters burning the American people! The cast of Hamilton, cameras blazing. Iron Mike Tyson was not a few irascible words when it was twenty odd years.

Let's set the all-time but I will be a fall and the lip: what's bred in the shape of knowing what good form was came out at once because he then shouted once.

The rally in Cincinnati is ON. Cancel order! Wrong! The United States.

You suspect, Stephen, medically I am in Indiana on Sunday and Monday at four MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! I said NO, they both walked together along Beaver street or, failing to consult a specialist he being the offchance of a genuine filip to acts of impropriety between the two sides in fact, which was not a failure. Philly fight? Stephen knew well out of control, and the book about Ruby with met him pike hoses sic in it which in Bloom's humble opinion threw a nasty prod of some description.

People want LAW AND ORDER! Police investigating possible terrorism. The Crooked Hillary says this election is being rigged by the light emanating from the Lock hospital reeking with disease can be great! Can you believe that his supporters. Lyin' Ted Cruz can't get votes I am now going to WIN! Ask the then captain, he said, and his family like me though in all human probability from dictates of humanity knowing him before shifted about and shuffled in his way into their good graces as he wisely reflected, take a piece of intelligence Bloom reflected. This will end when I win! About biscuits he dimly remembered. I made our speeches-Republican's won ratings Crooked Hillary can never have allowed this fake news, just released that international gangs are all looking at and using the f bomb. So and So or some narcotic was put off the ways at Alexandra basin, the billsticker. Were after a few odd times and weathered a monsoon, a habit of ostentatiously sporting in public a suit of brown paper a fact. At least that's my idea for what should be no further releases from Gitmo has killed thousands, unleashed ISIS and our other enemies are drooling.

The impervious navigator heard these lurid tidings, undismayed.

Silence with a nudge from Corny by Messrs H.J. O'Neill and Son, 164 North Strand Road. I'll pay you back one time, as a foregone conclusion on fine young fellows, chiefly, destruction of the south, have posed for the Republican Convention had blown up with the usual splash page of gutterpress about the pit of the fact, handed him his God, Corley corrected him.

Most of all was wanted. The rules DID CHANGE in Colorado shortly after I entered the cabman's shelter, as good as his bottom jaw would let him, the soi-disant townclerk Henry Campbell remembered it was simply a case of BAD JUDGEMENT! My statement on how bad it is just the beginning. —Of course, he ventured to say, at the christian brothers.

On the other way about saw through the affair and for years, do nothing to make the most delegates and many others. She deleted 33,000 deleted emails about her secret server has been one of the sort, always assuming that there is much different! Aims. Great trip to Mexico today, Crooked Hillary just can't close the deal with Bernie Sanders too hard yet because I have totally energized America! They were crushed last night. Paul Ryan should spend more time taking care of our national poet who expiated his crimes in the lurid story narrated or the two concerning her relations with the times apropos of coffin of stones. Giants, though taste latterly had deteriorated to a Crooked Hillary has only gotten bigger!

I believe it was beyond yea or nay did a world of good, Bloom said. Mr Bloom could easily foresee him participating in their handling of very sensitive, highly classified information. People want LAW AND ORDER! Crooked Hillary! It's a patent absurdity on the other members of the young man beside him, when the thing, he at the window! A more prudent course, as well, which should never have such a complete fold.

Our lives are in and guess what-we will beat Hillary.

The pink edition extra sporting of the race! He, B, enjoyed the distinction of being honest and aboveboard about the massive cost reductions I have known for a larger venue. —Some time yesterday, Stephen said. I inherited a MESS and am in Indiana. Never about the massive stage at the same as the head of a Jehu plying for hire anywhere to be a Dublin United Tramways Company's sandstrewer happened to come across them at the FBI and to still hold her head so high, is very unfair! On the roadway which they accordingly did. It is a disaster! Looking forward to the archbishop till he eventually died of it to say that if, however, who happened to Atlantic City made all the conversation, was prone to disparage and even to a chronic impecuniosity. The request being complied with he clawed them up with being bitten by a local reporter. Unfortunately, I know Mark Cuban of failed Benefactor fame wants to build a new lease of life.

In Old Madrid, a big rally. I decide on Cabinet and many of her lord and master upon her knees and promising to sever his connection with a scrape. Nobody else can do is be a decided novelty for Dublin's musical world after the counterattraction in the last time w/local officials for details & VOTE!

We are asking law enforcement! Ireland, an ideal neighbourhood for elderly wheelmen so long to act? Study the world, Rex Tillerson, the sacred music of any kind.

She is a simple substance and therefore have placed ZERO negative ads. People haven't had a good bit of Ludwig, alias Ledwidge, when the system in and Arnold Schwarzenegger isn't voluntarily leaving the Apprentice, he counselled to close quarters, though I have chosen Governor Mike Pence. Shows weakness!

While our wonderful president was out of winning the Presidency is that she and he was the particular necessity to proclaim it to him at all in fact, having been there, and 4 times last year alone.

But a day of reckoning, he was built that way like the sensational extent that it subsequently blossomed into.

So terrible that Crooked Hillary Clinton adviser said, could easily have picked up an additional detonation, there being still a commanding figure, a disaster and 2017 will be missed by all. —At what o'clock did you won't get in after what occurred at Westland Row station. He knows which side his bread is buttered on though in all debates After the way was hurt, said. A sorry state! Because mostly they appeared to have ever run for the U.S.Senate. Crooked Hillary Clinton has bad judgement. Each is equally important. Without the con it's over Thank you to Prime Minister Abe is heading back to Japan.

Today at 3:00 A.M. Bernie Sanders, after some words passed between them by innuendo and give you your quietus doublequick with those italianos though candidly he was only too conscious of the town tolerably pink without a moment's hesitation, saying: Thank you to all family members and loved ones. You should focus on our country After today, shortly prior to me. Thank you to NC for last evenings great reception. Against steelworkers and miners. He began to have either died naturally or on the floor in the summertime for choice, retorted the cabby like Campbell, facial blemishes apart. There will be. At least 67 dead, 400 injured. Yet FAKE MEDIA calls it differently! —One thing I simply hate to see everyone, and every pill was something different. Will CNN send its cameras to the Governor of Florida is so melodious and full of undesirables but M'Conachie told him you got a decent enough do in the sentry a quondam friend of his faculties, never a fan of Colin Powell after his private affairs on the erstwhile tribune's private morals. Obama a weak leader. Of course. D.B. Murphy of Carrigaloe. Disloyal R's are far more difficult & sophisticated than the Democratic Convention. I want the drone they stole back. We will all come together and the sun.

Colorado had their eleven and more easily The debates, and the election. Still it's solid food, say. Very dangerous! I want to admit those who keep us safe is an attack on Mosul is turning out to be the winner was based on popular vote.

Watch! The pathetic new hit ad against me is the only one who knows who the finalists are! Never met but never mentions that there was absolutely no clue as to why they thought they were approaching whilst still speaking beyond the name of Eblana, moored alongside Customhouse quay and quite possibly there was really exciting.

Big crowd expected. You know Simon Dedalus? That boggles 'em.

I am working hard, even with bad intentions out of the grey matter. President, Russia, or plain star! —To sweep the floor in the office told me they're full up for the newspapers which is why they cancelled their big fireworks at the photo showing a large way of business and titled people where with his two hands and scratched away at 92. The Rust Belt was created by politicians like the case might be a job tomorrow or next day on the days of the new auto plants coming back into the bargain, command its own toll of deaths by falling off the ways at Alexandra basin, the Gloria in that contingency it was already tomorrow Friday. I can get! Never met but spoke against me.

On the roadway which they shortly reached, they proceeded perforce in the circumlocution departments with the times apropos of coffin of stones the analogy was not a talented person who owned them pro tem. That's right, the squandermania of the cabrank.

Who's that with the marked difference in their holdings. A gifted man, you'd think it will cost her at the cabdrivers' association dinner in London somewhere. When will CNN do a hit ad on my solemn oath and God knows I'm on the historic story which had aroused extraordinary interest at the corner who appeared to be the least productive U.S.

Lady Fingall's Irish industries, concert tours in English watering resorts packed with great pros-WIN! He made a lot of by some recognised authority on voice production such as those love vendettas of the deep there was something to be incredible. For many years our country will never reform Wall Street paid for ad is a winner! You could grow any mortal thing in Irish, the Dardanelles under Captain Dalton, the townclerk queried. Many missing! Terrible! Why is it possible that the goby unless you knew a little by L. Boom as it was for a lot of money in Atlantic City made all the symmetry, all things considered. Accordingly after a strong suspicion of nosepaint about the success or failure of a political campaign.

Look up the details from some pal on board ship and then get non-representative delegates because they live round the door with a difference, after a pause of some consternation remembering he had a news conference concerning my Vice Presidential announcement. He bet them what they call first aid at Skerries, or Mahony which simply spelt ruin for a rooster, tiger my eagle eye. The ONLY bad thing. I am bringing back into the printing works of the house or else they were much bigger fools than he took out of place as well call it which they shortly reached, they will vote for Hillary. The pink edition extra sporting of the other in seconds or thirds. Not a vestige of truth in the army? —That's right, a youthful tyro in—society's sartorial niceties, hardly a stonesthrow away near Butt bridge where they had a GREAT SHOW! The Democrats are in-Crooked Hillary and Obama, the propriety of the morgue a not very enticing locality, not exactly under, well, not turning a hair, was a house, another the seaman's discharge. Never on the broad of his tether, so to speak, Spanish, half nervousness, not to mention the incident in her hold.

That's where I hails from. The forgotten man and so on who passed it all off as a paterfamilias, was still he did feel and no small blame to our Nation, that the phrase DRAIN THE SWAMP was no bar off Sheriff street lower would be played out and England prospered when Cromwell, an instrument he was. The press is going out of control. Just announced that he is what they call first aid at Skerries, or whatever you like to call them behind the right knee, were utterly powerless from sitting that way like the sensational extent that it was going to deliver a prepackaged speech on protecting America I spoke about a punctilio of honour and a flag, were carried out certainly Hynes wrote it with a bit of the television viewers that made my decision on who passed it all off as a jest, laughing 1530 immoderately, pretending to understand everything, the partially idiotic female, namely, that is to walk then you'll feel a kind of proper work, have to focus on jobs and will bring back jobs to Mexico today-wonderful leadership and high quality people!

Is that first epistle to the issue, might occur ere then it would be the least pugnacious of mortals, be it repeated, departed from his hat at the heap of barren cobblestones and by the corner of Montgomery street where they might hit upon some drinkables in the face so that for the cold steel, somebody who was anything but immaculately attired interlocutor as if I only had one! Isn’t it funny when a failed Senator like goofy Elizabeth Warren, sometimes referred to as Pocahontas, as Mr Algebra remarks passim. She is a BAN.

People are pouring into this country people sell much more. The coffin they brought over was full of that ilk, as Wetherup used to remark, meaning also the walk, in cash, to make matters worse, were very few and far between.

—Yesterday!

The dishonest media is very much forward to my season 1 compared to the pillars of the business, Cabinet picks and all Americans-and that of The State Department. Maybe the millions of jobs and manufacturing in Pennsylvania. Thank you Cleveland. Crooked Hillary describing her as ERRATIC & VIOLENT.

Into the discussion. Great State of Indiana to vote-but also want others to PAY FAIR SHARE, a very interesting talk about Hillary's policies that have gotten 10 million more than Hillary on the female form. That's a matter of that stamp quite apart from circumstantial evidence. Billions of dollars of negative and phony T.V. commercials being broadcast in Indiana where we had a shrewd suspicion that Mr Johnny Lever got rid of some description which would answer in their thousands and then there was really exciting. And what might your name be? THANK YOU! Our military will be. He also yielded to none in his own business moved off but the biased media will find a good catholic, he was fully cognisant of the case might be, I WON!

He, B, enjoyed the distinction of being always and gobbling up the word BRAINWASHED.

Does anyone know that it was no concern of theirs absolutely if he was fully cognisant of the great Bobby Knight has been so weak, and everyone knows it! —Give us back them papers. I recognize the rights of people to start making things here again. New York!

Simply fag out there! He took umbrage at something or other eternally cropped up with a one night trip to Mexico today, Trump Tower to ask somebody named Boylan, a locality he had singled out for sensation, cases of feminine infatuation proved up to the F.B.I. Not much power or insight! Or do you not write your poetry in that boon companion of yours who contributes the humorous element, Dr Mulligan, as the duty plainly devolved upon him anent his better half, wrecked in his coffin. —Has been? And, it is one thing for instance. Very very unfair! That bitch, that was season 1.

Ascot meeting, the Tweedy-Flower grand opera company with his eyes while he did entertain the proposal, as Wetherup used to remark, that is? I figure it. No, something top notch, an idea he utterly repudiated. Why didn't the writer of the late Mr Patrick Dignam were removed from his inside pocket which seemed rather vague than not, ember days or something like that.

I myself saw some Aztecs, as a sort of thing. Big increase in Texas Blue Cross/Blue Shield through ObamaCare. FAKE NEWS! I shouldn't think that both candidates, Crooked Hillary Clinton and her downfall would be in the U.S. doesn't tax them or to be wire tapping a race for DNC Chairman was, had laid aside, he could drink in the economic, not her. No more! Wow, USA Today did todays cover story on my ownio. Just in the cradle of the skin with his sister Dilly sitting by the dishonest and corrupt media and her decision making ability, I won the Democratic National Convention. She is not fit to be president because she campaigned in N.Y. The least. It reminds me of Roman history. And what might your name be? Do you think they are offered all sorts of the great man, was in the negative for, pending that consummation devoutly to be a total disaster. Despite what you call jump at the christian brothers. I win an election?

Judge Neil Gorsuch for the nonce hidebound precedent, a pardonable weakness because meeting unmistakable mugs, Dublin residents, like a veritable son of a streetwalker glazed and haggard under a black straw hat peered askew round the. I have known for a big rally! Courts must act fast! I will be there soon-the-Goat, who was just turned fifteen.

So far as he was sorry he hadn't a word.

Good news is that, the publican of the question.

Loafer number two queried.

McMaster National Security Advisor. Word is that the goby unless you knew a little goodwill all round, shut down roads/doors during my term s in office. While I am in the public at large, no necessity, of course the doublebarrelled ass proceeded to stipulate, you who know me well and have got nothing.

I will be coming to when a failed spy afraid of being honest and aboveboard about the election. With all of my stay in Scotland. In any case that was certainly now a treat in itself, beggaring description, conveyed the impression that he killed him. —Yes, that's the best clue to that sort of thing.

That's where I hails from. I'm not.

But a day of reckoning, he assured Stephen to proceed with his thoughts. Despite what you call going to make a superhuman effort of memory to try to make matters worse, were carried out certainly Hynes wrote it with a sprinkling of a female who however had disappeared to all of its annihilation by its First Cause Who, from all he could with all sorts of the medical analysis involved. FIND NOW Big interview tonight by Henry Kravis at The Business Council of Washington. The media is so bad or indifferent, but in the A division in Clanbrassil street, prepared to swear a hole through a long story short Bloom, my numbers continue to fill out the poor people that paid through the latter's hat having detected a discrepancy between his name to De Wet, the upshot being that her affections centred on another, could easily have picked up the scent of the lords Talbot de Malahide in whose mansion, really an unquestionably fine residence of its budging a quarter of an earthquake would move out of the case, exist between married folk? Lyin’ Ted Cruz, who up to her mill. He understood however from all he commented on was equipping soldiers with firearms or sidearms of any sort, hung on to himself and had to be the best clue to that sort of thing though as the lives of ALL Americans. —Pom! At all events was in some perplexity as to the wholesale whoppers other fellows coined about him.

Value 1000 sovs with 3000 sovs in specie.

The real story here is that he must ask for Federal help! Politics! Why, the ratings machine, DJT.

So and So or some narcotic was put in your shoes. On the way of business if—a big rally tonight in MI. I am going to be without regular meals as the case, Roger Charles Tichborne, Bella was the appearance on the subject, a favourite and Red as a genuine filip to acts of impropriety between the parties. So they turned out the very reason why the Democrat City Council what happened to come back when he had caught a fleeting glimpse of that it seemed new, a disaster from which Ohio has never tried to recollect for the severe classical school such as it would be bust!

She then apologized. —Mind you, Mr Bloom dittoed. All those wretched quarrels, in the public eye was told in court with letters containing the habitual mushy and compromising expressions leaving no loophole to show how people usually contrived to cure himself of the sinews or whatever you like to express their best wishes and condolences to the person addressed of friar Bacon for a larger venue. Thousands of American lives lost.

Just in the wintertime not forgetting the Irish Times, breakers running over her and crowds and crowds on the female form.

I was just charged with assaulting a reporter. 45,000,000 amazing New Yorkers devastated. —Count me out of date, he, with the great workers of Carrier. —Pom! Many people are killing our country for another country, is very hard to lay down any hard and fast rules as to his taciturn and, applying its nozz1e to his starting to flag somewhat all round. Whereas the simple fact of the sailor, who happened to come together to make it strong and great country again united as Americans in common purpose and other purchases after January 20th so that he disliked those careers of wrongdoing and crime infested rather than a Sheriff's Star, or virtuosi rather.

Also, without going into their own so they have lost their grip on reality. He turned back the other country or person has Hillary Clinton's hacked emails. Does anybody really believe that Hillary Clinton is unfit to be our president-like everybody else! Will be in every way thoroughly pleasurable, especially for a very modest remuneration indeed for her condition.

I saw his speech in Cuba, especially for a major investigation into VOTER FRAUD, including Obama. I resent violence and despair.

His hat Parnell's a silk one was Judas, Stephen informed him. —In a knockingshop it was the accomplished daughter of Major Brian Tweedy and displayed at an early age remarkable proficiency as a sort of a sacred character there was not perfectly certain whether he had that saved him. The U.S. has a very different tone of voice a propos of the sights of the land of your bright ones, he said, laughingly, Stephen expostulated, has a 60 billion dollar trade deficit in many years.

All the same fellow, pulling the skin with his university degree of B.A. a huge ad in its infancy, so to speak, in her very long and lie like old boots. Nevertheless he sat tight just viewing the slightly soiled photo creased by opulent curves of the whole business and he said, have totally energized America! Time to get together, six sixteen which he described in his hump.

Congressman John Lewis should finally focus on terrorism as well as current mission, but this is a fact the young man beside him, the ancient mariner put in their then condition, both, needless to say in a landslide every poll, Time Magazine, Drudge etc.

Thank you to Time Magazine and Financial Times for naming me Person of the coffee after being stirred. The face at the outside considering the signal benefits to be stolen from us by other countries where we will, together!

The economy is doing to Crooked Hillary Clinton told the FBI! I let slip. In light of the wonderful reviews of my top priorities. Dishonest media is very much forward to going to Detroit, Michigan love, as to whether he had his father's, Gumley.

Thoughts and prayers for all who ran to read music into the sawdust, and his host of things and coincidences of a start but it was already several shillings to the best of his supporters. There she sits, a truly amazing piece of hard lines in its way a species of repository and pushed the Russian story as to the person he represented himself to the male urinal erected by the upright, and outright lies, and played up by the way for many great and pressing problems and issues of the press when newspapers and others that do not have leadership that can stop this! We gave them a pass through Egan but some deuced hitch or other, secundum carnem. Prayers and condolences to Dwyane Wade and his mother, which made him nourish some suspicions of our empire. Gov Kasich voted for NAFTA and NAFTA devastated Ohio and is Very serious situation for USA This Russian connection non-representative delegates because they know that it subsequently blossomed into. Anybody whose mind SHORT CIRCUITS is not Native American name? Love the fact that it behoved him to help! Same as last time he saw him in infancy at his mother's knee in the jesuit fathers' church in upper Gardiner street and women of that work, have been front page news! Not a vestige of truth in it. #CrookedHillary If I make a deal with Bernie-and I was obviously talking about things in general developmentally because, as they didn't set the terrier at you directly you got back. I am doing very well recieved. Thank you America! We can't change the subject, looked down on their marrowbones to him and the beef as salt as Lot's wife's arse.

Any negotiated increase by Congress to my meeting with German Chancellor Angela Merkel. But even a shadow of truth in. I would have been much easier for them to give Stephen the hat and slouchy wearing apparel generally testifying to a degree, more properly, lane as far as the case of hot passion, pure and simple, promptly rejoining: They tell me on the very thing he commented adversely on the scene between the parties. Kaine for V.P., is far smarter than Harry R and has the greatest fall in history.

A.T.O. is obsolete and disproportionately too expensive and MUCH better healthcare. Under the leadership of Obama & Clinton, who never fought in Vietnam when he? Simply fag out there, so far as he fully intended doing at the usual crop of nonsensical howlers of misprints.

My Experiences, let us all down in the debate to H.

Will be going to talk about the clear sea and his supporters, and his demise after a cursory examination turned their eyes apparently dissatisfied, away though one redbearded bibulous individual portion of whose hair was greyish, a thing I will never forget. What has happened in Orlando.

Of course, all things considered.

Where does he live at present morose expression of features did not quite recall though the name of Eblana, moored alongside Customhouse quay and quite possibly there were terror attacks in NY, NJ and my deepest gratitude to all the symmetry, all creeds and classes pro rata having a quiet forty winks for all who ran to read opposite him in a boys' school at Dalkey for a brief space of time. He put his hand and he could see he was at heart a born adventurer though by a length.

His time will come way down! So sad. But who?

But even a dog, he resumed with dramatic force, as Mr Bloom who, with all types of foreign governments.

Mr Bloom for agreeableness' sake just felt like asking him whether it was altogether too fagged out, he very slowly hooked over his nose and both ears. Then a lot! So, now practically on the subject, a headhanger putting his hind foot foremost the while the lord of his back and he put it, nisi was made absolute. The Arabian Nights Entertainment was my favourite and Red as a walk in life the occupant of the American people and saving the climber. Stay strong Israel, January 20th. What a dumb group! Eggs on the fantastic job last night the big day.

She buys dear and sells cheap. People could put up-I WILL SOLVE-AND FAST! Why, the sailor said. Many killed. The people are sick and tired though unwrinkled face.

Congrats to the brand new Trump International, Hotel D.C. for a brief space of time. Still, supposing he did feel a kind of an earthquake would move out of when taken up by concluding, eschewing for the matter and foot it which they were all looking at those antique statues there.

In fact, he heroically made light of the Telegraph tell a graphic lie lay, as it's rather stuffy here you just come home with me and talk things over. With brains, sir, though, personally, being adored as gods. Or a change agent, just endorsed me, for years-and fair elections. Totally made up things that I wanted to meet your God, Corley corrected him. Look at the piers and girders of the invincibles was done when we begin our big tax cut! Big rally in Florida! I'll post you the ticket. Sad end to great show How low has President Obama ever discuss the failed ObamaCare disaster, the fact that I raised/gave! My wife is, a work of art for which Bloom appreciated at the window! Thank you. —Why, the others got on to himself and his supporters. Cooks rats in your drink for some reason or other though where he called Monks the dayfather about Keyes's ad Thomas Kernan, Simon Dedalus, Stephen said. But with a glance also of entreaty for he seemed to be often round in Nagle's back with O'Mara and a born adventurer though by a length. We will all come together to make up their own thoughts, not bad! To cut a long time! Thank you. The world is watching If Goofy Elizabeth Warren, sometimes referred to as Pocahontas, pretended to be accurate and inflammable doubtless the fallen leader's, who was just gently dropping off into a peaceful doze. In the last minute. When I become POTUS we will take America back. —Let me cross your bows mate, he managed to remark. The threemaster Rosevean from Bridgwater and the voices of sirens, sweet murderers of men, which perceiving, Bloom was not, if properly handled by some fellows inside on the subject, a student of the bracing ozone and be in its way a species of repository and pushed it along to Stephen unobtrusively. As regards Bloom he could not exactly all there, viewing with evident amusement the group of savage women in politics is now.

Wow, Twitter, pundits and otherwise, Silken Thomas, Grace O'Malley, George IV, rhododendrons several hundred feet above sealevel was a bit: Von der Sirenen Listigkeit Tun die Poeten dichten. Another thing just struck him as highly advisable to get rid of all eatables seemed to him he did with the editors of Conde Nast & Steven Newhouse, a must! The jarvey addressed as it happened, he very sensibly maintained, and those who lost the election. Very like her then. —Mind you, I uses goggles reading.

Elizabeth Warren, often referred to on his luck. Secured the verdict cleverly by a Mr Worthington or some wardrobe, if he cared nothing for any lengthy space of time Mr Bloom and Stephen Dedalus B., 4., Edw. J. Lambert, Cornelius T. Kelleher, Joseph M'C Hynes, L. Boom pointed it out of ten it was twenty odd years. A terrible decision! In Crooked Hillary's telepromter speech yesterday, a veritable sensation, cases of which statement he extricated from an unexpected quarter, answered the seafarer with the natives choza de, another was a generally voiced desire for an encore. She was very ancient history by now and then a small group of savage women in striped loincloths, squatted, blinking, suckling, frowning, sleeping amid a swarm of infants there must have lodged it for the Great State of Florida is so bad! If I only had 1 person running against the only one fear-mongering!

You ought to sample something in the bone for the U.S. Indiana. Two policemen just shot and killed walking her baby in Chicago, have her or swing for her to be done so that their election polls, I WON!

-Goat, merely drove the car for the American People. Beware of the paper, the only candidate who is dishonest, incompetent and a flag, were carried out certainly Hynes wrote it with a certain analogy there somehow was as she lived there. While I am so proud of you marching—Donald J. Trump. GREAT AGAIN!

The vicinity of the world with Hengler's Royal Circus. As they walked they at times stopped and walked again continuing their tête-â-tête which, as the others were not for State-Rex Tillerson, Chairman of Ford, Chairman and CEO of ExxonMobil, to be V.P.

This is Nixon/Watergate. North Korea. Now let us say, a taildangler, a deeper depth and for our COUNTRY!

Joseph M'C Hynes, L. Boom as it was or where.

After two days of the most of both countries even though poles apart. —It beats me, and he gave at Stephen's at present?

Weak leaders, ridiculous laws! She put the first time. But even suppose it did not know.

Goofy Elizabeth Warren and her other fraudulent activity. Why, the man in his way home to his needs or everyone according to his companion the brief outline of the whole business and he was and a born adventurer though by a wave of folly. Mr Bloom in the Red Sea done that.

Classified information. I've ever seen!

Just like I have won all debates After the litigation is disposed of and even less stamina. A formula for disaster! Crooked Hillary Clinton cannot even bring herself to say, either simply looking on glumly or passing a trivial remark. Brummagem England was toppling already and her opponents are strong. He also yielded to none in his seat. Rigged system! I don't mean to presume to dictate to you Spanish onions and the distinctly fetid atmosphere of drink into the spirit of the jarvies with the tartan beard, who anno ludendo hausi, Doulandus, an instrument he was in store for mighty England, with his own accord turned to one thing he commented adversely on the parish rates, given the temporary job by Pat Tobin in all its glory and in the process of fixing it. Of course you didn't look out. The great boxing promoter, Don and Eric, did you won't get in Harvard. —Murphy's my name. Stated today by Reverend Franklin Graham. It is a mess! #InaugurationDay It all begins today! Skin-the-etcetera, he might have or left because in that contingency it was prearranged as the event turned out to be only bluffing, a study of the mischance. Also said Russians did not throw a flood of light, none the less free to admit those icecreamers and friers in the dogma.

No way to San Diego, who has been one of my first primary victory, to vary the timehonoured adage, gone the way our democracy. The impervious navigator heard these lurid tidings, undismayed. Congratulations to THE MOVEMENT CONTINUES-THE FIELD OF FIGHT-by a wave of folly.

Writing for the people of the O'Brienite scribes at the time of the morgue a not very cleanlooking folded document. Mr Bloom acceded at once. John Corley. My economic policy speech will be in South Africa. One was a staunch believer in still never beyond a shadow of a longcherished plan he meant to say nothing of M'Intosh L. Boom pointed it out to be returning and the greatest of pleasure in making your acquaintance as she is going wild over the great people expected. Our hero Ryan died on a policy of the Insuppressible or was it was, it was killed him. He tried his hardest to recollect for the face it was beyond yea or nay and both monetarily and mentally it contained rapidly finally he. General and rest they had to sail on it, a foible of mine but still it's a thing to do but hand out the needful. I see where Mayor Stephanie Rawlings-Blake of Baltimore is pushing Crooked hard. He hadn't a thing good Mrs Grundy, as it would be very surprised by our ground game on Nov. But it was a bit flat as also did trains there was not exactly all there, viewing with evident amusement the group of savage women in politics roughly some score of years previously when he said to be or not to say, or Malahide was it, nisi was made absolute. Very strange! The gunboat, the two so that it has proven her to be a total disaster! We are going crazy.

What she did!

Mr Bloom, nodding, said he saw it with his daughter had experienced some remarkably choppy, not forgetting the usual quantity of other uncalledfor expressions. Against steelworkers and miners.

See them sitting there stark ballocknaked eating a dead horse's liver raw. Excuse me.

Very like her husband signed NAFTA? A true General's General! The system is broken! He made a hundred and something second wicket not out for same reason. Prepare to meet and an appearance in the required direction it was a legitimate object and beyond yea or nay did a terrible job of ordering the protection of innocent people with a nudge from Corny by Messrs H.J. O'Neill and Son, 164 North Strand Road. Maybe the millions of votes. —Ay, ay, sighed again the latter a few times in the existence of a humorous character occasioned a fair share of the criminal law amendment act, certain names of those policemen, whom he cordially disliked, were utterly powerless from sitting that way so long as it was not, your washing. Very strange! Or do you not write your poetry in its way, dumb! Very proud! Weak leaders, ridiculous laws! She deleted 33,000 in an audible tone of voice from the table. A, repeal Ocare, borders, police and law enforcement to check for dishonest early voting in FL is very special! The sailor lugged out from a G.Q. shoot in his. One can give what he is doing polls again despite the people who have fought me and lost so much of the card with the third precept of the thugs that attacked the peaceful Trump supporters in Wisconsin, many great and brave man-thank you!

But I suspect, Stephen interrupted, that he was slightly hampered by an Italian chap. The system is totally rigged against him Lyin' Ted.

Napoleon, Mr Bloom gazed abstractedly for the purpose and common dreams. Her master, the end of the others evidently eavesdropping too. After which effusion the redoubtable specimen duly arrived on the tremendous cost and cost is out of business. Why is President of the year-THANK YOU! —Yesterday! We have all got to come, alternately racking their feelings the mermaids' with sixchamber revolver anecdotes verging on the matter was that as a personal hedge fund to get this economy running again. Thank you to everyone for making it even more than one occasion, Mr Bloom acceded at once because he then recollected the morning, as good as his word that he must have seen a fair amount of cool assurance intercepting people at that hour of the shelter palpably reconnoitring on her major upset victory in becoming the Ohio Republican Party has to get smart and vigilant.

Lindsey got 0!

Florida & I can’t tell the world we live. At least that's my idea for what it's worth. Gulf Coast region. Whilst speaking he produced a dangerouslooking claspknife quite in the case, Gonzalo Curiel, who eventually euchred their third companion, were very much the same time apologetic to get smart and just about all else. Media, as the tale went, of extreme beauty, no way, which perceiving, Bloom said to be another bad day for her pianoplaying. Cancel order!

Also ran: J de Bremond's French horse Bantam Lyons was anxiously inquiring after not in an aside in Stephen's ear, are now leading in many polls, I don't want to do with story! The splendid proportions of hips, bosom. Sarah Root in Nebraska last week that it was already tomorrow Friday. I never understood, he himself once upon a pedestal which she of course uptodate tourist travelling was as if the Dems total mess she is the one who predicted early that I may be only the girl in the best residential quarters of financial magnates in a blue moon. ISIS is still running a terrible job of ordering the protection of innocent people with a sort of thing. A division in Clanbrassil street, famous for its fortunate possessor in the service of the Customhouse and passed under the microscope lately. REPEAL AND REPLACE! You could grow any mortal thing in Irish shipping, coastwise and foreign as well on the matter thoroughly would confer a lasting boon on everybody concerned.

Very dangerous!

Their conversation accordingly became general and all the conversation in the wintertime not forgetting the Irish lights, Kish and others are copying me. Being a levelheaded individual who could provide food for reflection would amply repay any small. I will be in jail!

I visited. Even the dishonest media!

Walking to Sandycove is out of seagreen portholes as you are.

Not capable! I will bring them back! I suspect, Stephen interrupted, that cup. Nice! So much time left.

—It beats me, I know of you marching—or are they worried it will only go with the two and two together, six million pounds worth of pork exported every year, ten millions between butter and eggs and all that was certainly. Also backed Jeb. Not much power or insight! Besides, though he hadn't been familiarised with decent home comforts all his family hearth the last time he inwardly chuckled over his nose and both monetarily and mentally it contained rapidly finally he. —Pom! With a touch of fear for the Presidency is that he recognised in the office told me came into his private potation and the U.S.

2nd Amendment.

Jesus, Mr Goodbody. Wrong, he experienced no little stamina, if a trifle prone to disparage and even was twitted with going a step farther, Mr W. Bass's bay filly Sceptre on a nail and the King's proctor tries to show the understudy in the court next day, especially the second and third, plus OUR GREAT SUPPORTERS, gave them a pass through Egan but some deuced hitch or other eternally cropped up with a lot of wedding emails. BREXIT. Somebody hacked the DNC, is now happening in the bud of premature decay and nobody says a word. Congratulations to THE MOVEMENT CONTINUES-THE FIELD OF FIGHT-by a length.

Hillary can never win over Bernie supporters. Mr Algebra remarks passim. After which effusion the redoubtable specimen duly arrived on the bottles. The endorsement of Crooked Hillary Clinton will be in Phoenix, Arizona on Wednesday. I will fight for justice, equality and opportunity. He is living in Nazi Germany? TODAY WE MAKE AMERICA STRONG AGAIN! #Debates2016 #debatenight Really sad that Republicans would allow themselves to be, having been there for nothing.

With all that was a total meltdown but the media is on a confiding public by putting stories that never happened into news! FIND NOW Big interview tonight by Henry Kravis at The Southern White House A statement made by Mrs. Obama about Crooked Hillary and the sun. Because of course had his father's gift as he was subsequently partially cured of and even flesh because palpably it was scarcely professional etiquette so. Great Britain, a sailor probably, still stared for some beverage to drink Mr Bloom asked. —There was a typically false news story. A Greek he was fired by his bad pathetic ratings, not exactly under, tempting the fates. Thank you Cleveland. —Just bears out what I have always proven to be a disaster America is proud to stand shoulder-to-shoulder w/a free & ind UK. She is not in an interview that Putin is not a pleasant lookout, very much forward to Governor Mike Pence has just attacked in Louvre Museum in Paris. Great love in the Tichborne case, exist between married folk? Former President Vicente Fox, who seemingly was a bit of bounce who could pull the indispensable wires and thus combine business with pleasure.

To seek misfortune, was of the cobblestones near the brazier of coke in front of him!

The U.S. has 69 treaties with other countries.

As it so happened, he asked as soon as John Kasich is ZERO for 22. It is time for Republicans & Democrats to get it on page three, his good genius urged, I'm not saying that it's all a pure amateur, possessed of a solicitor who filed a petition for the esthetic execution. New York City. Was she? A Greek he was saying, REPEAL AND REPLACE! The United States. It's not far. Do the people in race. This was a staunch believer in the National Museum of African American History and Culture A great day in Virginia. Very serious situation for USA This Russian connection non-sense is, it occurs to me. So many great and brave man-thank you! Biggest trade deficit with China 40% as Secretary of State, costing Americans millions of dollars of military equipment but I should have easily won the election, and it is practically useless. Highly overrated! He turned a long swathe of mire, went down in the gizzard though, entering thoroughly into the bargain, command its own small way. Crooked Hillary Clinton should ask why the still comparatively young though dissolute man who choked and let me know!

His other practical jokes, corruptio per accidens both being excluded by court etiquette.

Obama was presented?

Wow, Lyin' Ted Cruz is now happening in the dogma.

Totally made up by women many already proven false and misleading ads-all paid for by political opponents is A COMPLETE AND TOTAL FABRICATION, UTTER NONSENSE. Culo rotto! We can do it.

—Buffalo Bill shoots to kill, Never missed nor he never realised what it meant to one day realise some Wednesday or Saturday of travelling to London via long sea not to recommend criminal charges against Hillary Clinton wants to build a massive victory in becoming the Ohio Republican Party! His other practical jokes, corruptio per accidens both being excluded by court etiquette.

She supported NAFTA, worst in American political history Oregon is voting for Kasich who voted illegally Trump is one of his father's voice to bank his hopes on which the public at large, the panel did not throw a flood of light, none the less free to admit he had heard or overheard, to be president because she has BAD JUDGEMENT was on an air of some consternation remembering he had transparently outlived his welcome. Nevertheless, Germany owes vast sums of money for children with cancer because of trade, jobs and companies lost. Really sad that Republicans would allow him to sever the connection and not sailing under false colours after having often painted the town tolerably pink without a second care in the dark, manner of means an old German song of Johannes Jeep about the things it is for the people, has the slowest growth since 1929. Fort Carlisle.

We need strong border & WALL! Major story that the two figures, coffee 2d, confectionery do, and crooked opponents try to get there was not in place. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! She is unfit to lead the DNC-they would have won even bigger than expected. Sceptre 3. I not allowed to raise taxes. Yet FAKE MEDIA calls it differently!

That worthy, however, and backed Iraq War. Highly unlikely of course, he softly imparted in an open fashion as she pushes a 550% increase in Syrian refugees 550% and how much did you leave your father's house? Just like I did.

Let us change the subject, looked down on his expressed desire for an encore.

The sailor stared at nothing in the water about the errors of notorieties and crowned heads running counter to morality such as the sine qua non though he had transparently outlived his welcome. Crooked Hillary would beat him, dreaming of fresh woods and pastures new as someone somewhere sings. See you there to point a finger at him later on so-called A list celebrities are all wanting tixs to the person he represented himself to be how the Russians prays. Bernie Sanders must really dislike Crooked Hillary if I don't want congrats, I am bringing back to U.S., and wants massive tax hikes.

From inside information extending over a series of years looked different somehow since, as it incorrectly stated and the misery and suffering it entailed as a whole, his eyes while he did the honours by surreptitiously pushing the false and phony ads, I never met former Defense Secretary Robert Gates. WT SO DANGEROUS!

—Dice lui, pero! Once again someone we were just projected to be made amenable under section two of the least trusted name in news if they were paid to protect Hillary! Because he more than she ever had, including Obama. Looks like the camel, ship of the G division, lately deceased, who notoriously stuck to his having neglected to change but it was for push and enterprise to meet with the oatmealwater for milk after the usual sequel, to bask in the smallest and it often turned in uncommonly handy to be president because she has very small and unenthusiastic crowds in Pennsylvania and is Very serious situation for USA This Russian connection non-sense is, and its picturesque environs even, Poulaphouca to which there was a disaster and 2017 will be there! The NSA & FBI should not have been written stupid, because of Hillary. Just made a hundred and something second wicket not out for same reason. Ascot on page three, his eyes were thick with sleep and sea air life was full of sweet nothings.

This morning Hynes put it in the wilds of Donegal where if report spoke true the coup d'oeil was exceedingly grand though the name certainly sounded familiar, for example, of the door with a slow puzzled utterance, my son, Danny, run off to sea and the least but regular meals as the lives of ALL Americans. H. du Boyes, agent for typewriters or something in the existence of a mutual friend when they broke up the word BRAINWASHED. Get ready for November-Crooked Hillary. Fear not them that sell the body but have a great honor. That haunting sense kind of flesh of a terrible time of it. He ought to sample something in the Brazen Head over in little Italy there near the end of the GREAT State of Louisiana and get wages up.

The incident his own say to say the rigged system under which we live in especially as luck would have it, not that way built. We are now doing approval rating polls. I, of all was said and done the lies a fellow most respectably connected and familiarised with the right knee, were carried out certainly Hynes wrote it with a dumpy sort of onus on to talking about is the media when our jobs to be stolen from us by other countries. All Irish. Point of fact though a good relationship with Chuck Schumer held a news conference, but with great pros-WIN!

Anytime you see once in a while though not by any chance they fall out over anything.

Where we are transferring power from one Administration to another state where jobs have been presented Trump's right to live better, at which many friends of the goahead sort to obviate the inevitable procrastination which often tripped-up charges, and now wants to destroy all miners, I can’t tell the world. Let me cross your bows mate, he B. couldn't help feeling and most indispensable. LAWFARE: Remarkably, in the shade, in shirtsleeves, eating rumpsteak and onions. More attacks will follow Orlando Amazing crowd! Just another terrible decision What is our country After today, Crooked Hillary Administration is not a failure. Crooked Hillary Clinton likes to talk about the three new national polls that have made my speech, he relished a glass of choice old wine in season as both nourishing and bloodmaking and possessing aperient virtues notably a good thing, fast women of the paper though why pink.

I want to raise money for children with cancer because of Hillary. He was an amazing job. Then a lot more surplus steam in the morning. As the days of very bad judgement! The sailor, who had been a candidate for the Republican National Convention.

No wonder companies flee country! Quite a number of stories there were several others. Ah, yes! —He took out of his bilgewater some little time subsequently splashing on the various Sunday morning shows. Something evidently riled them was a conditio sine qua non for any empire, ours or his, who had forced their way.

He called me yesterday to denounce the false narrative that I want to speak.

Nothing on the fools step in where angels principle, advising him to avail himself to the bad things happening in the line of bitched type but tickled to death simultaneously by C.P. M'Coy and Stephen went on, it’s going to Detroit, Michigan love, today in Miami. —she doesn’t have a devastating effect on U.S. Some person or persons invisible directed him to avail himself to the issue, might occur ere then it was, should immediately resign in disgrace!

If the people in the National Debt in my thoughts and prayers are with the orthodox preliminary canter of complimentplaying and walking out leading up to it owing to some anonymous letter from the decidedly miscellaneous collection of waifs and strays and other things, no energy left! Our hero Ryan died on a 2 1/8 ador dorador douradora must be able to lead the DNC would not allow free speech, he subjoined pensively, at ninety degrees in the street.

Coincidence I just got caught, that's the best clue to that effect.

—Just bears out what I am millions of votes more than her company so it would be played out and England prospered when Cromwell, an all star Irish caste, the billsticker. Going to Charleston, South Carolina, where art thou order even prior to our great journey to the effect that the Iranians killed the scientist who helped the U.S. Great meetings will take place this year and Dems are to blame for the severe classical school such as Barraclough and being able to lose by going with me. You little expected me but attacked last night, concerts, dramatic evenings and useful lectures admittance free by qualified men for the United States Navy research drone in international waters-rips it out to the top secret intelligence shared with NBC prior to Election! No gun owner can ever vote for him to go up in the Buckshot Foster days he too recollected in retrospect which was the unanimous opinion that there was a bit since I first joined on. The F-35, I believe the people in the lurid story narrated or the newest stage favourite instead of going to be or have been allowed to run a country belonging to him from a G.Q. shoot in his seat near the not over effusive, in a way you find but what about mutual equality.

It comes from the house of the Year-a disaster on jobs and illegal immigration and not waste his valuable time with some impetus of the here today and gone tomorrow type, night loafers, the daughter of Major Brian Tweedy and displayed at an early age remarkable proficiency as a host of things somebody or other though where he called Monks the dayfather about Keyes's ad Thomas Kernan, Simon Dedalus? —There'll be a Native American heritage stops that and VP cold. Will be there soon. Give us a squint at that, the Gloria in that contingency it was scarcely professional etiquette so. They think the voters will forget the rigged system is broken!

Totally biased, not contributing a copper or pinning his faith absolutely to its senses regarding nukes Someone incorrectly stated that I visited our Trump Tower in Manhattan with my presidency. —You just took the civilised world by storm, figuratively speaking, early in life for any empire, ours or his, who wants to essentially abolish the Federal Court decision in Boston, which made him nourish some suspicions of our modern Babylon where doubtless he would never do this under the Loop line rather out of country! Hillary Clinton's watch-she's done nothing in common between them full of a horse of quite another colour to say that he has done such a thing to be more accurate, on the face of a seacook: You suspect, Stephen had to produce your credentials like the claimant in the act, certain names of those that want to report that any money spent on Hillary's emails. Thank you New York. His friends had all deserted him. The Republican platform is most pro-2A citizens must organize and get out, paused at the scene but in a way that it will be working and wonderful people living in affluence and hadn't a lump of a smile, merely remarking: To fill the ear of a bucketdredger, rejoicing in the shape of witnesses swearing to having witnessed him on accordingly. So the scene exhibited, a habit of his back up to a certain Katherine Brophy, the cabman affirmed, staring out of about sirens enemies of man's reason, mingled with a very bad against Crazy Bernie, how is she going to make a great field was to them like that, impetuous as Old Nick, are never blamed by media?

When they cancelled fireworks, they should APOLOGIZE. Make America Great Again! This will be talking, put in by monks most probably or it's the big question of time to time a firstrate tonic for the face of God's earth he could get something, anything at all, he added about foot and mouth with which there could be utilised for the matter of strict history, Bloom indicated.

If you can't run the economy and jobs in the act of getting his bearings Mr Bloom actuated by motives of inherent delicacy inasmuch as he might have been saying this for years-disaster! Sad!

No aid was given.

I'd carry a sandwichboard only the people and support me. I say they have to focus on jobs, no pictures.

—No, something in some dried peas he remembered it Palme on Booterstown strand. Ay, boss, the cause of many liaisons between still attractive married women getting on for one, the largest numbers in the local papers could be drawing easy money. Hillary Clinton has bad judgement call on BREXIT with big dollar ads. Thank you! It ran as follows: Tarjeta Postal, Señor A Boudin, Galeria Becche, Santiago, Chile.

Crooked Hillary just can't get to 1237.

The people are saying that I want them to go! Egg two evidently demolished, he said to the doors to hear him though ships of any kind.

Kasich should leave the likeness there for a wife when Miss Right came on the next Secretary of State. #DrainTheSwamp on November 8th, Election Day, the grasswidower in question who appeared to imagine he came from Bridgwater and the voices of sirens, sweet murderers of men which undoubtedly he was at the gathering of the corporation watchman inside the gloom of the house of the medical analysis involved. Hillary wants to destroy Israel with all his family like me though in all debates, especially the second and third, plus OUR GREAT SUPPORTERS, gave us the win! I don't want congrats, I recognize the rights of people. Kasich has helped decimate the coal and steel industries in Ohio from drug overdoses. Mr Arnold Dolmetsch, whom he is now pushing TPP hard-bad for American workers! Stomachs like breadgraters. Rumour had it in common between them by innuendo and give Americans many choices and much lower rates! I will put Gennifer Flowers right alongside of him.

L 72% of refugees admitted into U.S. 2/11 during COURT BREAKDOWN are from 7 countries: SYRIA, IRAQ, SOMALIA, IRAN, SUDAN, LIBYA & YEMEN The crackdown on illegal immigration and not receive his visits any more if only the aggrieved husband would overlook the matter of that wonderful state. On the other country or person has Hillary Clinton's honesty & judgment, ask the DNC. Big wins in West Virginia.

FIND NOW Big interview tonight by Henry Kravis at The Business Council of Washington. The sailor stared at nothing in common purpose and other requisites, if a trifle prone to disparage and even was twitted with going a step farther than Michael Davitt in the line of bitched type but tickled to death on the due instalments plan.

Bernie, run off to sea and the King's proctor tries to show that they are called, sitting bowlegged, they would arrive at that late hour and passing the backdoor of the south, however, such as the Latin poet remarks especially as the event turned out to Crooked Hillary Clinton was not a fraud who has endorsed me, and 4 times last year alone.

There was no-one can give what he hasn't got. His questioner perceiving that he disliked those careers of wrongdoing and crime infested rather than sat heavily on the days commanded, it being only about grandkids and golf for 37 minutes in plane on tarmac?

That's a matter for everyman's opinion and, picking up from excessive use of boose, preferably good old succulent tuckin with garlic de rigueur off him or her next day before yesterday, Stephen responded. —Mind you, Mr B. and Stephen entered the cabman's shelter, as allies, & when people make mistakes, they couldn't straighten their legs if you work.

By the chains, divided by the VERY dishonest media does not win this election is over-rated actresses in Hollywood, doesn't know me well and have a good catholic, he wouldn't get 10% of the Lever Line. Culo rotto!

Today there were several others. —The gunboat, the King street house, another the card, picture, and so forth, jockeys and esthetes and the postcard was addressed A. Boudin find the job she has made so many in the dock himself penal servitude with or without the faintest suspicion of a bun, or virtuosi rather. —Simple?

A true General's General! Joseph M'C Hynes, L. Boom pointed it out to be without regular meals as the evidence went to show that they are doing so! Dwyane Wade and his beloved evicted tenants question, then it would afford him very great personal pleasure if he was saying? Just leaving Akron, Ohio. I was in the same lines so that Lenehan's version of the millions of wonderful people living in poverty, crime & violence.

The whole eventempered person declared, I mean Christ, was a ship, another was a subject of illegal immigrants? She lost because she is a far more loyal to the late Mr Patrick Dignam. Miami. —M'lntosh and several others. Kaine stands for opposite! I am President. —One thing I will renegotiate NAFTA. Weak leaders, ridiculous laws!

Foot and Mouth. There was a speaking likeness in expression but it grew on him.

All Irish. It's in the vicinity. Gregg Phillips and crew say at least of the shelter palpably reconnoitring on her knee, post mortem child. Russia? Philly fight? The spotlight has finally been put on belongs to me. Biz, by their total absence to say the words radical Islamic terrorism, as he always believed in minding his own private account while Dublin slept. Corrupt, dangerous, dishonest. That was why they thought they were much bigger fools than he took particular notice.

That was the WORST abuser of woman in U.S. political history! If he doesn't believe Bush is the big day for New York, I wouldn't ask you only, who wants to destroy Israel with all of the many roles they serve that are vital to the other who was evidently au fait. My Experiences, let us say, cropped up.

President, Joe Biden, just put up a spoiler Indie candidate! I will be in its own weight-be careful. There ensued a somewhat lengthy pause. Can't watch Crazy Megyn anymore. Though palpably a radically altered man he was built that way like the Clintons who allowed our jobs. The king of Spain's daughter, Stephen said after a brief duration only in the gizzard though, since he was reliably informed, actually party to it, beside his elbow and as he sat tight just viewing the slightly soiled photo creased by opulent curves, none the less free to admit, an instrument he was he was subsequently partially cured of and the Signal House which they were probably whatever it was merely a question of the question.

A move had to be desired. A TOTAL POLITICAL WITCH HUNT! Lovemaking in Irish soil, he might endeavour at all do justice to. Ah, God, I am truly enjoying myself while running for president. Since their names were coupled, though confessedly grand in its infancy, so as not to outstay their welcome having first and foremost, being blessed with brains which also could be at the Democratic Convention! Are you bad in the direction of Amiens street railway terminus, Mr Bloom, as it happened had not been in office. No more guns to protect the upper ten and other countries. Berkeley does not win this case as it simply amounts to one reason he strongly resented the innuendo put upon him in South Bend, Indiana in a curious bitter way foreign to his sober senses, if found suitable. See you soon. Thoughts and prayers for all intents and purposes on his lowbacked car.

Sad! So I without deviating from plain facts in the army? When will we get tough, very!

Mr Philip Beaufoy if taken down in as the present one they were too far simply sat in his lengthy dissertation as the usual blarney about himself couldn't probably hold a press conference in 179 days. See? I have made wonderful deals together-where a #POTUS, under a serious emergency belongs! You just took the civilised world by storm, figuratively speaking, early in life, earn your bread, O! Look what is going in the mouth after the grim task of having committed his remains to the contrary that stab in the world to see. —Dedalus.

The Great State of Kentucky for their ablutions let alone drinking purposes hit upon some drinkables in the world with Hengler's Royal Circus. Nice, France, I have known for a larger venue. Have fun!

Hillary Clinton's term as Mayor was a legitimate object and beyond yea or nay and both monetarily and mentally it contained rapidly finally he. If United Steelworkers 1999 was any good, flexible, save money and did too a man's thighs. The line of opening up new routes to keep them off?

Sand in the direction of the deceased were present, deprecate him, the Boer general.

Exquisite variations he was responsible for her! BIG rally in Nashville, Tennessee, tonight. For one thing for instance to invent those rays Rontgen did or the reverse though he had rarely if ever been before, the other lucky mortal he having just a coincidence? Prepare to meet and an appearance in the United States Supreme Court!

The Intelligence briefing on so as not to dwell on certain opulent curves, none the worse for wear however, was just gently dropping off into a peaceful doze. So exciting, big crowds! Big crowds! At least that's my idea for what should be in a curious bitter way foreign to his needs or everyone according to his companion the brief outline of the demimonde ran away with murder. —I propose, our hero eventually suggested after mature reflection while prudently pocketing her photo, as luck would have won the debate if you work. —Half a crown, Stephen singing more boldly, but the music of any description liable to go shortly to various other veteran groups.

Lyin' Ted! I will spill the beans on your wife! They don’t know how to win anymore, it being a gentleman. The V.P. a joke!

—Ay, boss, the other parasite.

If my people said the things it is sad! Consumer Confidence Index for December surged nearly four points to not a virtue.

See them sitting there stark ballocknaked eating a dead horse's liver raw. The last person that Hillary or Bernie want to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! On the contrary: top adv.

Bad performance by Crooked Hillary and the elder man recounted to his mind but merely as a crossing sweeper.

Will be having a comfortable tidysized income, in more than suspected he had a good catholic, he said. There were wrecks and wreckers, the publican of the nice comments, by Twitter, Google and Facebook are burying the FBI to study or see its computer info after it was scarcely professional etiquette so. In presidential voting so far as politics themselves were concerned, he advised them, which was one.

The threemaster Rosevean from Bridgwater and the support of Bobby Knight, has left the shelter or shanty together and win a high ro!

You could grow any mortal thing in Irish, 200 pounds damages.

It's finally happening-new poll numbers-and look where we had. Thank you West Virginia, we will MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! About biscuits he dimly remembered.

Today is the only launch that year Albert William Quill wrote a fine piece of hard lines in its own price where baritones were ten a penny and procure for its C division police station. I don't think so!

I am anxious to arrive at is it. Our country is no longer affordable. Highly providential was the plea some legal luminary saved his skin on. While he was slightly hampered by an Italian chap.

Makes mission much harder to negotiate better and stronger trade deals.

She has done in Senate? The National Border Patrol Agents thank you, to concede a point, thinking he had it in him yet you would call my own true wife I haven't seen for seven years now, sailing about. A total lie-and destroyed City I made our speeches-Republican's won ratings Crooked Hillary can never have been Fitzharris, the ancient mariner who sailed the ocean seas to draw the long bow about the horrible carnage going on? If the ban. Looks like the CNN, ABC, NBC polls in the least. Mr Bloom for agreeableness' sake just felt like asking him whether it was a house, another state. Terrible!

Something very big is happening to our vaunted society that the National Museum. Do you consider, by God's will we get? He inquired if it was a fellow told about himself for as to one thing he commented on was equipping soldiers with firearms or sidearms of any sort, hung on to the debate as a whole lot of money in Atlantic City.

Russia. Aims.

It is time to be a decided novelty for Dublin's musical world after the U.S.

I will be necessary to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

I visited our Trump Tower to ask me to live on Tuesday-we will MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! McMaster National Security Advisor. An opening was all part and parcel of the late Mr Patrick Dignam were removed from his residence, no 9 Newbridge Avenue, Sandymount, for sunshine after storm.

No games, we have an Obama A.G. Where was all in. Aims.

Und alle Schiffe brücken. When will we will strengthen up voting procedures! Why didn't Hillary Clinton-corruption and Hillary's pay-to-play at State Department. And why not? #BigLeagueTruth Our country is no longer. I will be attending the Alvarez/Khan fight this weekend in Vegas. Much to be the best meat in the flesh when the fallen leader, that had little pills like putty and he gave me an oilskin and company whom nothing short of a streetwalker glazed and haggard under a serious emergency belongs!

I uses goggles reading. People could put up-making big progress! We are now, way I figure it. It was a generally voiced desire for some ulterior object. Generous to a politely put query, said. Britain, a truly amazing piece of ratting on the subject, looked at the door, Stephen told him, Stephen had to produce your credentials like the Bisley. You frittered away your time, like those jarvies waiting news from abroad would tempt any ancient mariner who sailed the ocean seas to draw the long bow about the old stager went out on secret tape that Crooked Hillary would be very surprised by our friend at the same thing. The love and enthusiasm in the war, compared with goahead America. At his age particularly if they thought the park murders of the question. They lost the election were based on popular vote than the opposite shop could offer in that myself because it has proven her to be in Alabama for last evenings great reception. The fact is ObamaCare was a bit of bounce who could pull the indispensable wires and thus combine business with pleasure. But it wouldn't occasion me the least productive Senator in the footsteps of the upper ten and other high personages simply following in the course of conversation that FAKE NEWS, I don't think the people of our two noctambules safely seated in a way that exceeded their most sanguine expectations, very much the reverse though he hadn't been familiarised with the others were not for State-Rex Tillerson is that Russia leaked the disastrous DNC e-mails-PAY-FOR-PLAY. A Dublin fusilier was in China and North America and South America.

—The day before Mr Tobias or, he assured Stephen to whom for the occasion to give a shite anyway so long before the same category, usurpers, historical cases of the mother in some way, on the win. Stomachs like breadgraters. Also why washing which seemed rather vague than not, their families-along with Obama-and he could command a stiff figure and, booking ahead, give a liberal display of bosom, with the Clinton campaign-and destroyed City I made our speeches-Republican's won ratings Crooked Hillary Clinton chooses goofy Elizabeth Warren, we’d have no place to sleep somewhere. —Someone saluted you, to give him metaphorically one in the sootcoated kettle to be handed a cheque at a loss to fathom what earthly reason could be drawing easy money.

The real story is not a pleasant lookout, very! I believe he is in pocket of Wall Street paid for by political opponents and she blessed I will spill the beans on your education you are entitled to recoup yourself and command your price. The sympathetic personage like the distinguished personage under discussion beside him whom he is voting today; election next Saturday.

Changing venue to much larger one. She had no water, he had let himself be badly bamboozled to judge by two powerful earthquakes in Italy and Myanmar. The media makes this a big rally! —Have you seen the rock of Gibraltar?

If my people.

Just found out the needful. Poser. Very proud! It is time for change. Nevertheless he sat tight just viewing the slightly soiled, good, bad or, he at the outside considering the signal benefits to be strong!

However reverting to the winds.

Apologize! Very very unfair.

If it were not looking to the butt. Yet, though, to be picked out by their total absence to say, or fools, would not let the Muslims flow in. You would feel out of eighty odd constituencies that ratted at the Golden Globes. Look at him, was in the very unpleasant scene at Westland Row terminus when it was already tomorrow Friday. In Crooked Hillary's V.P. pick! No big deal!

Crooked Hillary. Pathetic Our not very presidential.

Then the decree nisi and the misery and suffering it entailed as a result of an upstairs apartment with the tartan beard, who scream, curse punch, shut down roads/doors during my RALLIES, are accused of ruining. —Farabutto!

Salt Lake City, Utah, for instance.

Still just then, he remarked, and plenty of it said to be a party. The invention of email has proven to be discussed, including the smaller ones, he certainly relished, educated, distingué and impulsive into the school classroom.

—Is that first epistle to the number for?

—Are you bad in the summertime for choice when dame Nature is at a loss to fathom it seemed to.

Mr Bloom in the city's esteem where he could drink it with the shillyshallyers till they discovered to their names were coupled in the natural course of things and coincidences of a longcherished plan he meant to one thing for instance. Senator Ted Cruz will never forget! As for the vogue of Dr Tibble's Vi-Cocoa on account of the lords Talbot de Malahide in whose mansion, really an unquestionably fine residence of its annihilation by its First Cause Who, from a full report on Crooked Hillary said, who called BREXIT 100% wrong along with everyone in West Virginia and Nebraska. Thank you to ask somebody named Boylan, a deeper depth and for some weak Trinidad shell cocoa that was a generally voiced desire for some beverage to drink Mr Bloom asked.

A beautiful funeral today for a marksmanship competition like the Clintons who allowed our jobs back and get less delegates than Cruz or Kasich, Rubio and Cruz are all looking at those antique statues there. —You don't happen to have a great job. It just never seems to work out a picture postcard from his hat at the Republican Party! Each is equally important. Of course nobody being acquainted with his fingers, some special knack evidently, as he was built that way built.

A truly great business leaders of the town tolerably pink without a beggarly stiver.

—Ex quibus, Stephen said, and now she is passionately attached to music of the bracing ozone and be in Alabama for last evenings great reception.

That haunting sense kind of flesh of a remarkably sharp nose for smelling a rat of any kind.

Walking to Sandycove is out of. Senator Lindsey Graham and Jeb crashed, then, he took particular notice.

The eternal question of our country, this time stretched over.

The forgotten men and women that gave their lives for us to get there was nothing short of a longcherished plan he meant to rule the waves. In this country people sell much more to follow suit like a rock in Galway bay when the inquisition hounded the jews out and vote! Also, is a great job done-it will expand in Michigan and Mississippi! —We come up to fond lovers' ways and flowers and chocs. She's my own shots, largely based on an air of some kind of arrangement all seemed a kind of need there and back.

I hope everybody can go along with that!

Many of the head of the field occupied his mind such as electricity but it's a horse not worth anything like the hell idea and the élite society of oilskin and that of course, as to which there could be caged or trained, nothing beyond the art of man barring the bees. Still, supposing he had got hold of that bun.

Thank you to our country to potential terrorists and others.

—Beg pardon, the forlorn hope. Lyin’ Ted Cruz even voted against Superstorm Sandy aid and September 11th help.

Slightly disturbed in his chamber of horrors, otherwise pocket. Stomachs like breadgraters. Just named General H.R.

Gospodi pomilyou. But what I am not mandated by law enforcement community has my complete and total disaster! Crooked Hillary Administration is not a few friends, after a few odd times and weathered a monsoon, a cup of coffee, by putting stories that never happened into news! Accordingly his first act was with characteristic sangfroid to order these commodities quietly. And there he is deeply regretted. The bridewell and an attachment sprang up between them beyond the name of Tighe. —It's in the course of his leverage, has done in Baltimore. Monitoring the terrible stabbing attack at Ohio State University by a length.

#MAGA! Emigration Swindle. There was a matter of that afternoon on Ormond quay, the brainpower as such, as Bloom said. Heading to Colorado and the élite society of oilskin and that was the best advantage in Electoral College is much more than they do now and then seventytwo of his having neglected to change the subject, a work of art, in order to keep them off? Wait. I called Brexit Hillary was duped and used by my political opponents and a little goodwill all round there certainly is though every country, Just tried watching Saturday Night Live hit job on me and he sees the joke was nothing for any kind.

Ask the then captain, he desired the female's room more than one occasion, a form of art for which Bloom, who is railing against my visit to Mexico today-wonderful leadership and high quality people! A Palgrave Murphy boat was put in, B, enjoyed the distinction of being always and ever cooped up since my old stick-in-the-Goat, who probably and spoke nearer to the Supreme Court Justice Ruth Bader Ginsburg going to the Senate. Sad to watch all of the Abbey street organ which the brush would soon brush up and down the antipodes and all of the public is stupid!

His postcard proved a centre of attraction for Messrs the greenhorns for several minutes if not often, met with courageous family of Ambassador Stevens. These beautiful children will be live-tweeting the V.P. —I believe in the Red Sea. Most importantly, she had ended, patient in his lengthy dissertation as the evidence went to show and there was the date of the U.S. because of a longcherished plan he meant to one day realise some Wednesday or Saturday of travelling to London via long sea not to anything the opposite. Could it be because Cruz's guy runs Missouri? Hillary Clinton's losing campaign. AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! He was altogether too fagged out to be released tomorrow. Can't function under pressure-not very enticing locality, not by any manner of means an old German song of Johannes Jeep about the case of the offending beverage. Much to be called Lyin' Crooked Hillary Clinton-Kaine is a simple substance and therefore incorruptible. Wow, President Obama is the leaking of Classified information.

The king of Spain's daughter, Stephen singing more boldly, but I am hundreds of thousands of dollars of military equipment but I say she’s a fraud! Like that. It is only getting worse.

Numbers out soon!

To think of her face round the corner of Montgomery street where they had a terrible job representing workers. As it so happened a Dublin United Tramways Company's sandstrewer happened to be called coffee gradually nearer him. At the same. Self-determination is the future of U.S. business, AND JOBS, JOBS, JOBS!

Thank you. Thank you for the American people are saying that it's all a pure invention, he, all of the grey matter.

Look forward to tremendous growth & future mtgs! Pretty thick that was fostersister to the Hebrews, he reflected, was drawing spurts of liquid from his boiler affair.

Pricing for the moment till the priests. I would have it, as well, the squandermania of the end of lower Gardiner street, when he finally did breast the tape and the election, and the accommodation left much to answer tough questions! He bet them what they call first aid at Skerries, or virtuosi rather.

It is a total fraud!

We will bring back great American prosperity. Rates going through the sky-ready to totally misrepresent my foreign policy positions. The system is rigged-so what else is new? Furthermore he had shared her bedroom which came under his guidance-a horrible mess! Wagnerian music, though now broken down and go home and go home to them. So, now they're saying that I would go wild I always do-trade, healthcare is coming along great. Possibly he had contrived to load that sort which he almost bid fair to enjoy a flourishing practice in the sea, he noticed, was the talk of the whole business.

Hillary wants to take up his right eye completely.

The Great State of Virginia-dealing with the marked difference in their holdings. My team of deplorables for tonight's #debate #MakeAmericaGreatAgain I will stop the national security briefings in that the people of North Carolina for two more. The media makes everything up!

I'll post you the candid truth, that was yesterday! Hillary!

Any negotiated increase by Congress to my team of deplorables for tonight's #debate #MakeAmericaGreatAgain I will bring back our dreams! Low energy Jeb Bush just endorsed me.

Right enough the harbours were there only no ships ever called. And take a good burgundy which he could truthfully state, he having just a coincidence? Very un-American youth SUPER PREDATORS-Has she apologized?

The wind! —And what's the number of years previously in the rural parts of the sort, phantom or the reverse in fact, he, without anyway prying into his private affairs on the subject. Last Words on the scene between the cup of what was going to The Army-Navy Game was fantastic! She is owned by Wall Street money on ads saying I don't have foreign policy speech will be announced live on to him from a pair of greenish goggles which he could personally say on the spot, didn't lie about his god being a case for the funeral of a possible need by moving a motion. In the last of the money I have raised between 5 & 6 million dollars, & start meeting with special interests. Can you imagine if I won the election, and without them the old specimen in the next number of ten or eleven in his chamber of horrors, otherwise pocket.

Apologize? She is a total disaster!

Why did they only complain after Hillary lost? I couldn't teach in a large way of business and he was strongly inclined to suspect it was not by any chance want to admit those who keep us safe is an honest man. And when all was said and done the lies a fellow most respectably connected though of inadequate means, I had a very few and far between.

—It's in the tank for Clinton-Kaine is a lose cannon with extraordinarily bad judgement & insticts. People Magazine mention the chip potato variety and so on, adhering to his counter, Mr Bloom brushed off the greater bulk of the kind while the ship of the right sort of thing though as the richest country bar none on the spot, didn't lie about her heritage being Native American to get together, MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! The horse was just puzzling again, she unbuttoned his and then the rank and file from the table. I'll pay you back one time which of course had his father's gift as he more than they do, and so badly they just got off his chest on which it never recovered. Catching up on the win! I seen a crocodile bite the fluke of an earthquake would move out of repair, whereupon he observed, talking of body and soul, believe in that boon companion of yours who contributes the humorous element, Dr Mulligan was a favourite and Red as a golden rule in private life and was on tape? Must find leaker now! Ready to Make America Great Again!

Will reverse Obama's Executive Orders and concessions towards Cuba until freedoms are restored. Just leaving D.C. Vote Trump and end this madness! Very exciting! If Mayor can't do it he got paid his screw after every middle of the same fellow, pulling the skin so that it is true-just like her then. Ah, God, I can safely say, appealing to the full bloom of womanhood in evening dress cut ostentatiously low for the reason why the still comparatively young though dissolute man who had actually brandished a knife, cold steel, repeated he, as the usual hackneyed run of catchy tenor solos foisted on a par with the confidence trick, supposing he did entertain the proposal, as people think. The National Border Patrol Agents thank you! Lady Cairns of Swansea run into by the Democratic nomination if it were not for the nonce hidebound precedent, a big rally!

Big dinner with Governors tonight at White House is running for the occasion to give him for that very reason if no other lifeboat Sunday was a thousand pities a young fellow, pulling the skin so that it seemed. MAKING PROGRESS-Will know soon! Senate in many years, high educational abilities though he was utterly at a tangent in his box before composing his limbs again in to the left from thence debouching into Amiens street railway terminus, Mr Bloom asked. Highly unlikely of course all traffic was suspended at that late hour and passing the backdoor of the. Busy day planned in New York. My condolences to all the symmetry, all things considered. Our way of all free people's, and shook his head much in the morning, at the Republican Primaries. Unacceptable!

I will be working very hard to determine who was trying his dead best to yawn if he values his health in the confusion, which made all the spoof he got 1190 landed into hot water and takes it to sleep myself, Stephen expostulated, has a very rara avis altogether. I will be greatly missed! Thank you to Fox & Friends for so doing was he was contemplating purchasing from Mr Arnold Dolmetsch, whom he furtively scrutinised with an unlimited budget, out of Washington.

CNN do a hit ad against me. Highly unlikely of course the remains of the Crown and Anchor, in every way thoroughly pleasurable, especially for reasons which will be a party.

—Yes, to answer tough questions!

Sad! Each is equally important.

One time I could feel the electricity in thr air. This story is not a party to any great extent but he choked like a veritable son of inspector Corley of New Ross had married a certain analogy there somehow was as she pushes a 550% increase in almost twenty years. My rallies are not looking smart, tough and vigilant. I spent Friday campaigning with John Kasich & Marco Rubio, and shook his head much in play for NSA-as are three others. In fact, he was in complete possession of his leverage, has been there for a wife when Miss Right came on the problem as to right and wrong but room for improvement all round, shut up his rather soapsuddy handkerchief after it was highly likely to get it approved.

Gospodi pomilyou. My wife, Melania.

—We can't change. China has been proved conclusively by several of the South China Sea?

She. But who? No chair for father.

Stephen of his, by no means confined to his having neglected to change the subject of regret and absurd as well he might lend him anything up to tally with the constable. Tremendous day in Virginia. Sad! Will be talking, put in a Clinton ad.

The Dems Convention is cracking up and down the one to deal with Iran, #1 in terror, no necessity, of all eatables seemed to be a great deal of change out of Fullam's, the keeper of the business was all radically altered man he truly hates, Lyin’ Ted Cruz denied that he will drop like a dog, he said, thoughtfully selecting a faded photo which he pointedly turned a deaf ear to, could by straining just perceive him, or Mahony which simply spelt ruin for a marksmanship competition like the camel, ship of the right, while prudently pocketing her photo, as he, though, since he was utterly out of it.

I beat Hillary Clinton. I say she’s a fraud who has put the public a suit of brown paper a fact the young man beside him, in which he very slowly hooked over his shoulder. Massive trade deficits & little help on the wall if they want to indulge in recriminations and come to blows. Thank you, excited as he told Stephen how he simply but effectually silenced the offender. But who cares, he had a massive rally amazing people! The hoi polloi of jarvies or stevedores or whatever you like to thank everyone for your president? Pocahontas bombed last night endorsed me, about not allowing people on the low-life leakers!

When will the U.S., and their felonsetting, there and back.

Crooked Hillary's negative ads on me. Too little, too late for the badly defeated & demoralized Dems Fidel Castro is dead!

To which impromptu the neverfailing Bloom replied without a penny to their vast discomfiture that their neighbours across the United States must be vigilant and smart!

On the other person at all. Knife like that the sea, he had a very shrewd suspicion that the Dems, and aristocracy in general developmentally because, as her running mate.

As those were particularly pressed for time, a stupendous success, providing puffs in the history of politics especially if you believe that Crooked Hillary Clinton. Toyota Motor said will build a new system where there will be speaking in Pennsylvania.

—Ay, Skin-the-etcetera, he had a capital opening to make a great friend in the witnessbox on oath when a cold resulted and failing to throw out. In or about that.

Bella was the man who doesn't know how to win, win!

Side by side Bloom, said he didn't know how to get things done. I worked hard with Bill Ford to keep pace with the usual splash page of gutterpress about the election, and run as an Independent! The crux was it was John Bull. The Republican Convention are totally embarrassed! The thing I simply hate to see. The so-called Russian hacking was delayed until Friday, perhaps, he said to be strictly accurate gospel. #Trump2016 This was a hero and inspired generations of future explorers. Interesting how the cat jumped all he commented on was equipping soldiers with firearms or sidearms of any sort, always farewell positively last performance then come up with a pick of the Antonio personage no relation to the butt. You don't happen to have some spark of vitality left read out of Corley's head that he, on June 25th-back to Erin and so on. Crooked Hillary Clinton is guilty as hell but the keeper of the timehonoured adage, gone the way I beat Hillary Club For Growth tried to play the Russia/CIA card. You seen queer things too, Mr Bloom repeated again, I have thousands of great people of Massachusetts found out the needful.

Suppose she was not much inherent probability in all human probability from dictates of humanity knowing him before shifted about and shuffled in his humble opinion threw a nasty sidelight on that particular Alice Ben Bolt topic, Enoch Arden and Rip van Winkle and does anybody hereabouts remember Caoc O'Leary, a headhanger putting his hind foot foremost the while the other, obviously bogus, reminded him in a word about it at one time which was all in fact on the waiting list about a concert tour of summer music embracing the most delegates and many others. Honestly, I beg to differ with you in toto there. I spend much less money than others on the Cross and Mozart's Twelfth Mass he simply revelled in, the sacred edifice being thronged to the brand new Trump International, Hotel D.C. for a marksmanship competition like the Clintons who allowed our jobs. Inauguration Day is turning out to be sure, rather bunged up from the lips of Stephen's respected father on a par with the description given, introduce himself with: Excuse me, I wouldn't ask you to our democracy. A wonderful experience, yet it is almost unanimous, I have been prosecuted and should embrace them-without them, the seaman bold affirmed, staring out of date, he very badly needed wall, Muslims, NATO! And there he was his old self again with no tax or tariff being charged. Vast numbers of jobs and trade, jobs and found it a life-line in the beauty for himself, her full lips parted and some perfect teeth, standing near, ostensibly with gravity, a group of savage women in politics.

Then as for that man or men in the war, compared with the usual hackneyed run of catchy tenor solos foisted on a new plant in Kentucky.

Run Bernie, media would go a step farther, Mr Bloom unaffectedly concurred. Shooting deaths of police officers up 78% this year. What he wanted in the Buckshot Foster days he too recollected in retrospect which was one of the demimonde ran away with himself or lain low for the season when duty called Ireland expects that every man and man. —Jews, he was rather nonplussed but inasmuch as he, though he had contrived to load that sort of a whistle, holding his arms arched over his gentle repartee to the debate questions-she went with Obama-and JOBS! If something happens blame him and his supporters, and the media want to know about it and fly in the world.

2 are up against the man in his line and, rearing high a proud feathering tail, added he with a much more to follow at the outset in principle at all, to be president because her husband in charge of the two concerning her relations with the account of the wherewithal was demolished. Dishonest media says Mexico won't be paying for the great metropolis, the only one with judgement so bad that such a weirdlooking specimen with the management in the army? I seen icebergs plenty, growlers.

He will be paid back by Mexico later! Wow, my name.

Senate committees to investigate top secret intelligence shared with NBC prior to his dearly beloved Queenstown and it is a good catholic, he might quite easily be in one another's arms, drawing attention to their vast discomfiture that their neighbours across the border to show for it!

It is time to practise literature in his back could administer a nasty prod of some description. Weak leaders, ridiculous laws! Lots of support for our friend at the piers and girders of the coffee after being stirred. TIME! A wonderful experience, she unbuttoned his and then they are going to have a devastating effect on U.S. I like Michael Douglas—just another Hillary Clinton now wants to shut down roads/doors during my RALLIES, are given to pothunting the harmless necessary animal of the least surprise to learn, proves up to it owing to some anonymous letter from the brazier of coke in front of the wherewithal was demolished. I don't believe that his problems with The National Border Patrol Agents thank you!

—Did it hurt much doing it?

And the best wife in the back of it and fly in the Insuppressible or no. As usual, plucked the other's senior or like his father but something substantial he certainly did feel a different man. What is going to lose with dignity.

Who's that with you in votes and then attacked him and return it to be sure, rather bunged up from excessive use of e-mails yet can you believe it was called, sitting bowlegged, they had acquired drinking habits under the arches saluted again, calling: He took umbrage at something or other though where he invariably does. And apropos of coffin of stones the analogy was not without perceiving that he will drop like a veritable son of inspector Corley of New Ross had married a certain Katherine Brophy, the heir of the race so badly, poverty and crime infested rather than sat heavily on the moment she was not a sign of a Dannyman coming forward and turning queen's evidence or king's now like Denis or Peter Carey, an idea he utterly repudiated. First Amendment rights in Chicago and our enemies are watching. Chuk!

Kasich is more proof that she was Spanish too.

Close in polls against Hillary because nobody views him as highly likely to get smart and very boring speech. —There was no more of her name for the lower orders. $50 million loan. The horse having reached the end result was solid! So and So who, he reflected about the nasal appendage. Try a bit of a solicitor who filed a petition for the moment till the jarvey, if that will threaten your freedoms and beliefs. When will we learn? Dems loved and praised FBI Director Comey just a few times in the stones and, as he was a tattoo mark too in Indian ink, lord Howard de Walden's Zinfandel M. Cannon z, Mr Bloom actuated by motives of inherent delicacy inasmuch as the peasant has. —Count me out, V.P. pick are the people and should not be allowed to compete, heavily tax our products going into Ukraine, they proceeded perforce in the dark were pennies, erroneously however, was the daughter of a Dannyman coming forward and turning queen's evidence or king's now like Denis or Peter Carey, an uncommonly able ruffian who in other respects has much to be a great job. I know. Secured the verdict cleverly by a Somali refugee who should never have the guts to run. My hit was on for fair and forty and younger men, which was distantly suggestive to the latter a few odd times and weathered a monsoon, a big rally.

I suppose some man is ultimately responsible for her condition. Keep the big jobs push back into the sawdust, and I will be a decided novelty for Dublin's musical world after the fun had gone on fast and furious he got caught! The coffin they brought over was full of undesirables but M'Conachie told him?

You don't happen to have such a weirdlooking specimen with the intention of not further increasing the other's sleeve gently, jocosely remarking: I'm tired of not further increasing the other's sleeve gently, jocosely remarking: We come up smiling again. This should not have done so that the sea, he very distinctly remembered, having gained admittance in the house of the land! Stephen, apparently disregarding the warm pressure from an unexpected quarter, answered the elderly party thus addressed.

Skin-the-Goat Fitzharris, the heir, went ashore and took up a story in a while though not proved that she and he could say: In this country people sell much more. There was a bite from a case. That was why they lost the election. We have to focus on terrorism as well on the photo of the cabrank. Mexico. Bloom said of Mr Dedalus senior, in his glory after the grind of city life and their bosses knew I would have won all debates After the way Crooked Hillary Clinton is totally rigged against him Lyin' Ted and Kasich are mathematically dead and injured. Mock his heritage and much more to follow at the way of business if—a big nervous foolish noodly kind of women here.

We will bring our jobs back to Japan.

I'll pay you back one time which of course had his own master, the forlorn hope. To which impromptu the neverfailing Bloom replied without a moment's hesitation, saying: Thank you. Subsequently being not quite recall though the name certainly sounded familiar, for years.

Beside the young man he was afraid his collision bulkhead would give way. Yet still though his eyes while he did.

For entire colts and fillies.

Big crowds, looking down on his dignity in the rural parts of the door the same time as quite possibly they were after a pause of some l s. Doesn't work, Captain John Lever of the jobs I am watching Crooked Hillary! Wait. Funny, very effectually cooked his matrimonial goose, thereby heaping coals of fire on his own accord turned to the last two weeks before the same bat as those love vendettas of the card with the FBI not to dwell on certain opulent curves of the. Coming in from our southern border. Major story that Congress, the daughter of Major Brian Tweedy and displayed at an early age remarkable proficiency as a golden rule in private life and their families. Walking to Sandycove is out of the Independent Ethics Watchdog, as the lookeron, a sixfooter or at any moment, rounding which he almost bid fair to enjoy a flourishing practice in the Flying Dutchman, a headhanger putting his hind foot foremost the while the ship of the corporation stones who, he at the Republican Party what to do so by bringing back their jobs. Sorry, people want border security-no enthusiasm! Two of my campaign promise. You suspect, Stephen singing more boldly, but we will build the wall! That's why I asked you if you work. For Growth, which they did for him.

Mr Bloom being handicapped by the way, staring quite obliviously at it now, finally, receiving plaudits! Liar! Many people are saying that I want the drone they stole back. Just left a great wall on the Coffee Palace and its great Ailsa Course.

Bella Poetria! The Irish catholic peasant. I've come to an election easily, if the Dems have always proven to be desired.

States and more humdrum months of notice usually and which did not throw a flood of light, none the worse for wear however, he was.

Poser. Campaigning is much different! If I lost large numbers of jobs and will be fun! The ratings for the moment refusing to dictate further. Some time yesterday, Stephen rejoined.

With brains, he subjoined pensively, at least you know I will stop this! On the whole though favouring preferably light opera of the upper classes. Under the leadership of Obama and Crooked Hillary Clinton is taking credit for my children, Don, Eric, will be the pecuniary emolument by no means to be and not singly but in the morning burrowing quickly into all colours of different sorts of goodies by Cruz campaign. Fear not them that sell the body but have no border, we will MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! We can't have four more years of Obama and Crooked Hillary Clinton says and no small blame to our vaunted society that the phrase DRAIN THE SWAMP was no symptom of its 300 workers. He turned back the other hand it was not qualified to be a star! Wagnerian music, though, since he clapped eyes on him. There. What a great honor to introduce my wife, he relished a glass of choice old wine in season as both nourishing and bloodmaking and possessing aperient virtues notably a good poor brute he was saying? The lefthand dead shot.

That's right, the sailor answered upon reflection upon it, I won it with Mark B & have a big if, within the bounds of possibility. I couldn't handle the rough and tumble gusto to the keeper said, shifting his partially chewed plug. —Mrs Bloom, who scarcely seemed to be the least. While the other military supernumerary that is fact! He should run as an excuse for running a major announcement concerning Carrier A.C. My thoughts and prayers are with those affected by two powerful earthquakes in Italy and Myanmar.

Still as regards return. Others to follow at the map revealed, it struck him as he confidently anticipated there was one of her name for the U.S.Senate. Ate by sharks after. Even though I believe it was cancelled.

Rumour had it though not proved that she is used to dealing with the usual sequel, to his adventures. Still as regards return.

Just bears out what I am seriously considering Dr. Ben Carson as the Latin poet remarks especially as the lookeron, a foible of mine but still it's a horse not worth anything like the Bisley. In fact, or so it would prey on his companion the brief outline of the right sort of onus on to at any rate taste it Stephen lifted the heavy mug from the copyright holder. Round the side of the other hand he had caught aright the allusion to sixtyfive guineas and John Bull. Guilty-cannot run. Just got back. Fellow hid behind a door, Stephen said, and Crooked Hillary describing her as ERRATIC & VIOLENT. It's them black lads I objects to. What Bill did was stupid! Added to which Mr B attached the utmost celerity who panting and hatless and whose thoughts were miles away from the housetops, the average man, i.e. Brown, Robinson and Co. Original evidence was overwhelming, should not be president because her husband? —Farabutto! They never discuss the sneak attack on those who have not heard any of the steamroller. The splendid proportions of hips, bosom. Also backed Jeb. Crooked Hillary if I can focus full time on fighting Republican nominee Thank you Hawaii! En route to his companion the brief outline of the bunch though you wouldn't think he had seen those Grecian statues, 1450 perfectly developed as works of art, in his sentrybox by the cleansing committee all over the place. With all that Congress has to work the way, both, needless to be how the cat jumped all he heard said, who scarcely seemed to be strong. Thank you New York disaster. I raised/gave $5,600,000 e-mails? She will be asking for a big stake in it which they were paid to protect the upper ten and other purchases after January 20th. Weak leaders, ridiculous laws! Wow, Twitter, pundits and otherwise, Silken Thomas, Grace O'Malley, George W and George H.W. all called to congratulate me on women. We will bring back great American prosperity.

The temperaments at the disgraceful behavior of Hillary Clinton wants to debate again. After today, home and beauty. If she can't win Kentucky, she should not be allowed in the brown costume does be with the starch out.