#penelope would probably disguise her's as a letter opener

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love letters and second sons | part 5.

Summary: The princess is finally ready to debut in society. But before she does, she decides to disguise herself and see the true faces of the ton.

Warnings for the Series: light sexism in line with the times, light classism in line with the times, mental health stigma, shitty doctor care, smut, suicide attempt (will get it's own warning when the time comes),

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x princess!reader

Warnings for this part: smut, lowkey just smut

Word Count: 5.0k

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The next place your cousin took you out to was a museum sponsored by the palace. Which was technically just seeing another part of the palace that you’ve seen before but you were still plenty excited. Museums were low stress with lots of light. The shadows couldn’t get you. No one could get you. And you wouldn’t have to be chaperoned the entire time. 

Your eyes went wide as a horde of women surrounded you. Of course, Friedrich was the object of their desires but you were next to him which meant you were also being thrown to the wolves. You were glad to be wearing a full mask with no mouth opening. Talking to people wasn’t exactly what you wanted to do on this day out. All you wanted was the outside. You didn’t even notice when your cousin grabbed your hand and left the crowd of women to go inside. 

The already quiet museum was plunged into silence as you entered with Friedrich. He held on tightly to your hand, letting go once you met up with Lady Danbury. She was probably the only non-member of the royal family or staff that had seen your face before.

She was one of your mother’s only true friends. Of course she knew what you looked like. It was always a small concern in the back of your head that you might run into her while out in the ton. Maybe she could be plead with to keep your secret but you didn’t want to test those waters and have to find out. 

You tried not to give anything away as you spotted the Bridgertons. Hyacinth was the first to notice. She laughed and nodded her head as you gave her and Gregory a small wave before putting a finger to the lips painted on the mask. 

Behind the two youngest were Daphne and Benedict. It took everything in you to not react to your friend and… friendly acquaintance. Instead, you just let Lady Danbury lead you around the place. You spotted Penelope and Marina shortly after, cringing at the sight of the old man they were talking to. A sinking feeling in your stomach made you want to throw up. Lady Featherington couldn’t possibly be imagining marrying Marina off to a disgusting old man. You only exhaled when you spotted Penelope running up to her. 

You had absolutely no idea where Lady Danbury was going but you stayed with her as she told you all the gossip of the ton. The most exciting gossip — that she was hiding from your mother — was a letter she received the other day. A guest might come to the ton. You so hoped that it would happen. A new face was always fun. 

At a bench was a man you thought you might have recognized. He could be one of the artists that came to the palace for portraits or to give the artwork the palace bought. Lady Danbury didn’t have to introduce you to Henry Granville. You knew him pretty well. The artist accompanied the two of you as you continued your promenade. 

Your legato stroll brought the three of you in front of Benedict. Careful not to show that you knew him, you led your companions over to where the man was. He was very handsome when he wasn’t paying attention to anything but his own thoughts. You recognized the portrait of the woman he was looking at.

It was one Granville painted that he, you, and the rest of the palace staff didn’t like. But it brought him a lot of notice. For some reason stuffy nobles also like it. You preferred Granville’s other paintings, the ones he occasionally brought to display in your conservatory for you because you couldn’t go see them since his studio wasn’t exactly a place for a princess. 

Benedict gave a small bow to Lady Danbury and Granville before giving a large one to you. You finally relaxed, no longer afraid to mindlessly stare at the man in front of you. Ever since it happened, you were looking forward to another fencing match. Especially since you would be the one playing this time. How would it happen? Where exactly? Would he pleasure you the same way you pleasured him?

You let your mind wander through scandalous scenarios, only coming back to reality when you heard your friend insult Granville’s paintings. Of course, you wanted him to speak his mind… when it was just you and Lady Danbury around to hear him. 

There was nothing you could do but watch Benedict dig himself into a deeper hole as he kept talking. He wasn’t wrong. The painting was boring and cold with no sense of life or feeling but he didn’t need to say it. Not at the moment. Lady Danbury slipped her hand from the crook in your arm to pat Benedict on the shoulder. 

“Interesting. Perhaps we should ask the artist about his work?” 

You tried not to laugh as Benedict stuttered through multiple apologies. Granville didn’t seem to mind but the moment was still awkward. Saving everyone from anymore embarrassment, you removed yourself from the artist’s arm and took Benedict’s elbow instead. 

“I should like to promenade further than my companions. Do accompany me in a moment, Lord Bridgerton.” 

Granville smiled. “I should be getting to my wife anyway.” 

You and Lady Danbury couldn’t stop laughing. Benedict, forgetting he was in the company of the princess, began to argue with the old woman in front of him. You let it happen, being in no rush to go anywhere. You tried to cheer him up as the two of you began your promenade. So many thoughts ran through your head.

The main one was wondering if you should share your secret or not. He would find out eventually so why not now? But that was dangerous. Even one more person knowing was one more mouth about to spill a secret. Maybe if you planned on marrying Benedict. But he was a second son with no land, no real title, no prestige. That wasn’t the match you were supposed to be with. 

Unlike Anthony, the second Bridgerton brother spoke much smoother when he was talking to the princess. You let him prattle on, enjoying his company. Surprisingly, he didn’t talk solely about himself but actually asked you questions. You sighed as he escorted you outside and towards your carriage. 

“You might think the anonymity comfortable but I cannot wait to take off this damn mask and see the ton,” you said as Benedict helped you into the carriage. 

He kissed your hand once, not lingering nearly as long as Anthony did. “Will we see you again before your introduction?” 

“Perhaps, if my cousin doesn’t tire of me accompanying him everywhere.” 

Benedict closed the door to your carriage. You watched him go back inside the museum before the carriage pulled off. 

~~

You woke up to several letters on your face and the cacophony of the palace outside your chamber door. Apparently Friedrich was starting to call upon some ladies. Naturally, they had to come to the palace instead of him going to their house. 

Pandora made swift work of opening all the curtains before you opened your eyes and noticed something in the shadows. As you settled into the bath, keeping your arms above the water so you could read all the sheets of paper written to you. They were actually all addressed to Bergamot Keaton, not to the princess. Even if you couldn’t be there physically, you were glad that your friends decided to include you in their lives. 

You didn’t believe what Daphne wrote. You saw the way Simon looked at her. It must’ve been a misunderstanding. It couldn’t have been a ruse. The duke would certainly be getting a piece of your mind once you were out again. But at the same time, if Daphne married Friedrich then you would be family. You could see her all the time. Maybe you should let her pursue Friedrich. 

You tore through the other letters. The one from Marina concerned you the most. On the one hand, she was starting to really like Colin. But on the other hand, there was nothing she could do with a baby coming and the threat of marrying that old man. You handed it over to Pandora. 

“Ask Kew to find this Sir George or any kin. If he loves her then he must come for her. If he doesn’t, then he must come take responsibility and marry her anyway. Tell him I will arrange a fake death, a new name, whatever he wants but Miss Thompson must be taken care of by him in the public eye first.” 

The last letter surprised you. It was addressed to the princess, not your Beckett persona. And as if they didn’t care who would see, the name Benedict Bridgerton was signed in the corner on the envelope itself. You opened it up tentatively in case he somehow figured out your identity. 

Dear Princess Y/N Kew, 

I hope you do not find this message too disrespectful or forward. I had debated sending my correspondence straight to Miss Beckett but her work keeps her so busy that I simply had to talk to her boss. First, I’d like to apologize for this letter after having just met you. I would also like to apologize for being a genuine fool in front of your artist friend. On the positive side, I have been invited to Sir Granville’s studio. I shall be going this weekend and the weekend after that. Please allow Miss Beckett those days off. If not the day then the night. Granville hosts lessons as well. She might find that enjoyable as well. Whatever time is most convenient for Your Highness. 

Forever in your debt for this offer, 

Benedict Bridgerton

Of course you were going to give yourself permission to go. You desperately wanted to see what he was hiding in his elusive studio. Daphne’s conflict with Simon — as sad as it was — provided you some amazing cover. Your mother was obsessed with securing Friedrich’s match and confirming he is in love.

You were sure that you could have walked out the front door in the middle of the day and she wouldn’t notice. You weren’t going to press that luck but you were sure that you could. Selfishly, you weren’t going to help Daphne until after seeing Granville’s studio. 

The carriage pulled up to a corner street where you agreed to meet Benedict. He stood up from where he was sitting on the small stone ledge of someone’s front garden. You turned to tell your carriage driver when to return before quickly scurrying over to where Benedict was. Swallowing thickly, you tried to give him a smile. 

“Are you afraid of the dark?” 

“Something of sorts. Can we please just go to the studio?” 

Granville’s studio, or at least the address on the card, wasn’t too far from where you two were. It was strange to see him in more relaxed clothes and with a glass of wine in his hand. He refused every glass of wine when at the palace. 

“Mr. Bridgerton and…” 

“Miss Beckett.” 

“Lovely. Come in, please.” 

You descended the stairs going to what you assumed was a basement classroom. A sigh of relief left you as more and more candles graced your presence. You wondered what the class would be like. The sound of your heels against the squeaky floor echoed in your head. Painting wasn’t exactly a strength of yours. It just wasn’t something you had the time for when you were younger. 

Painting was George and Augusta’s forte. You took up another instrument when four of your siblings decided against the pianoforte all together. And even your other free lessons were dedicated to writing or botany or astronomy once you proved that you weren’t going to go yelling to Venus like your father. What would you even sket— 

“Woah,” you whispered at the sight of naked women in the middle of the room. 

“A model or an artist?” someone called out. 

The entire group chuckled when you finally tore your eyes away from the naked woman and answered with a confused ‘huh’ and constant blinking. Granville poured you a glass of red wine and just stood in the center of the room, hand extended and head tilted. 

“That is a very good question, Mary. Well, are you a model or an artist?” 

“Oh, oh. Artist, sort of. I have never sketched before. I just agreed to accompany Mr. Bridgerton for a moment.” 

Benedict laughed as he took the glass of wine and handed it to you. “I don’t think the princess’ valet would be allowed to model.” 

They all stood up for a moment, giving you a bow. 

You hit his arm. “You don’t have to tell everybody who I work for. Please, go back to what you all were doing.” 

While Granville helped Benedict set up his art station, you decided to take a look around at what everybody else was doing. Their drawings were very nice. It was incredible how the women could sit or stand so still for who knows how long just so they could be drawn. You continued moving around, stopping as you heard two of the artists complain about the crown. They stopped talking about Whistledown being a distraction when they noticed you were so close. 

“No, no, please keep talking,” you said as you grabbed a random scrap of paper and a worn down charcoal pencil. “The princess would like to hear what the people need. I will warn you though, she cannot make her brother George listen. He barely listens to anyone if we’re honest. But still, there are the odd moments of respect.” 

“A-are you sure?” 

“Yes.” 

You folded up the square parchment of their complaints and unceremoniously tucked it into your short stays, not caring that you were shoving a hand underneath your clothes in front of everyone. You went over to where Benedict was sitting next to a blonde woman smoking, taking a seat on the chaise lounge behind him. The woman offered you the cigar but you shook your head. The alcohol was already starting to make you a little dizzy and happy. Using the warm happiness of the alcohol, you watched Benedict sketch and tried to calm your mind. 

After a while you got your own clipboard full of paper. Stories for Mercutio Quick of York floated through your head just begging to be written. Not another scandalous love story like last time but a thriller. 

The clinking of metal against glass garnered everyone’s attention. You were starting to slump in the chaise, wine of glass constantly hitting against your silver bracelets. Benedict rushed over to take the glass before it spilled. He picked the clipboard full of paper, amazed at the amount you had written in such a short time. His eyes narrowed when he noticed the character’s names. The characters belonged to Mercutio Quick of York. 

Setting the clipboard face down by you, Benedict started to wonder if you were the author. A princess’ valet would have plenty of free time and no want of money to write. He would mention it to you later. If you were Mercutio then you were only hiding it because you were a woman. That wasn’t something he would out in the presence of strangers. You stirred ever so slightly as Benedict’s coat was laid over you. 

“I shall wake you when it’s time to leave.” 

Every now and then Benedict looked behind him to check on you but you didn’t wake again at all. Despite being in a basement on only a futon, you felt very well rested. You were grateful to be invited back to the studio. Especially so soon. You weren’t sure if you’d be able to sneak out again but you could probably ask to go back to Kew and be granted that for a few days. It was worth a shot to ask.

Brimsley knocked twice, breaking you from your packing, before just going in when you didn’t raise any complaints. “Your letters.” 

“Thank you.” 

“Now, I must return to your mother. Whistledown just came in.” 

“Good luck,” you whispered to him. 

“Thank you,” he whispered back. 

Your eyes scanned over the Whistledown copy. Your mother wasn’t going to be happy. You wondered how the Bridgertons were feeling. There’d be time to ask Benedict that evening. Laying out your best dress, you went to your vanity to pick some makeup as well. 

With a bit of confidence and absolutely no shame since your secret was not a secret amongst your personal staff, you handed your papers to Reynolds so he could take another Mercutio Quick story to the printing press. You met Benedict on the same corner as last time. He scrunched his eyebrows in question at the masquerade mask on your face. 

“I can’t let everyone know who I am,” you said simply. The people at the art studio might not reveal your secret but you had no clue who would be at the party. It wasn’t smart to risk everything. “It wouldn’t be a good look for the princess.” 

“I didn’t think about that. Are you sure you want to go?” 

“Yes. If the mask gets too stuffy, I’ll just take it off in an empty room.”  

Taking his arm, you went to Granville’s studio. The artist opened the door. 

“Another one? I quite liked the valet.” 

You discreetly pinched Benedict’s side and he gave the artist a chuckle. “She wouldn’t risk it.” 

Granville nodded and ushered the two of you inside. What you weren’t expecting as you headed inside was a full blown party with models and everything. Not letting go of Benedict, you followed him around. He stopped in front of a room where they were sketching a naked man. 

“What are you doing here?” 

You and Benedict both turned to see the dressmaker, Genevieve. You were unsure what to do. Of course you wanted to let him flirt and meet whoever but you didn’t want to be separated at a crowded party like that. And if he was with the dressmaker then you could comfortably be around her as Miss Beckett. Genevieve seemed to understand your struggle, making out with Benedict right then and there as if to tell you that she didn’t care if you stayed or not. She led the man — and subsequently you — through the house and to an open room, picking up another woman on the way. 

It seemed nice enough despite not being an obviously used chamber of Granville’s daily occurrence. The bed had sheets, there were armchairs, the fireplace could work and had been recently used. And there was a bookshelf. You took a book and sat in one of the oversized chairs. Finally, you could pull your stifling mask off.

At first, the three people in the room with you had been easy to ignore but their breathing grew louder and their kisses sounded desperate. You tried to discreetly rub your thighs together as you turned another page. 

“Are you going to join us or work yourself up with nothing?” The other woman whose name you still didn’t know asked. 

You set the book down before wringing out your hands as you tried to come up with a reason to not join them that wasn’t the truth. “I’ve never…”

“You’re a virgin?” Benedict asked. 

“Is there a problem with that?” 

He stuttered through various types of no before making his way over to your chair. You let Benedict grab your hands gently and guide you towards the center of the room. He looked at Genevieve and the other woman. 

“Do you mind a different room? Just for a moment?” 

“No, they can stay,” you said. “I’d feel more comfortable, maybe, with more women in the room.” 

While that was partially true, you also knew they would have sex with each other while Benedict was busy with you. They were the only two at the party who had seen you without a mask. You would never rat out Brimsley or Reynolds but you weren’t above ratting out others if necessary. They would never dare say they saw you here if you could say you saw them here and together. The two women kissed you hard before moving towards the upper half of the bed. You went back to looking at Benedict. He began to bunch up the skirt of your dress in his hand. 

“I believe I do owe you another round of fencing.” 

You knew that you shouldn’t be doing this, let alone with him. You had just heard him with two other women. But it wasn’t about Benedict. You wanted to know what it felt like before marriage and before you had a husband that didn’t think to service your pleasure in any way.  

“Have you ever touched yourself before?” 

You nodded. Benedict sat you on the edge of the bed, pulling your dress off completely. He stared at your breasts being pushed up by your corset. A shiver went down your spine as his fingers gently drummed against them. The short stays worn daily were definitely preferable but you had worn the corset for the party. Now you were glad you did.  

He pulled off your underdrawers and breathed them in for a moment before getting so you could feel his breath on your skin. Without any notice, his hands scoop underneath you to pull your cunt closer to his mouth. 

Your hand flew to his hair as he continued. Benedict moaned when you pulled his hair a bit. You tried to stay silent on the off chance palace staff attended Granville’s parties too and were encouraged by the sounds of more than two people  — a task that proved to be harder and harder with how much vigor Benedict put into lapping you up like he needed to taste you to breathe. His chin was wet when he finally came up. Undoing the ties of your corset, he could do nothing but stare at your completely naked body. He gently pushed your shoulders until you were laying on the bed. 

“How do you want me?” he asked, still kneeling and with his head resting on your knees

“Everything off.” 

“Ask me nicely.” 

“Please take everything off.” 

Benedict leaned over you, capturing your lips with his. You felt yourself continuing to lean back until you were flat against the bed. You kissed once more before he got up to remove his clothes. He wanted to shrink in on himself as you watched him take off his pants, not looking at anything else. Before removing his coat, vest, and shirt, he dug through all of their pockets. You looked down at the small unsealed envelope now resting in your lap. 

The eldest three Bridgerton brothers — much like other young men in the ton — would never admit to owning even a small cigar box of lambskin condoms but they were quite effective if one didn’t want to get the brothel workers pregnant. Somehow that didn’t stop the natural nervousness with a hint of embarrassment making itself known as Benedict’s face turned red when you carefully plucked the lambskin out of the envelope and held it between your thumb and forefinger. 

He swallowed when you beckoned him to come closer. Grabbing his cock, you slid the condom onto it before tying the string at the end to keep it on. His hand caressed the side of your face as he just stared for a moment. 

“If it is too much, just tell me. I will stop.” 

“I will.” 

Benedict leaned over you again, one hand resting beside your head the other one guiding himself into you. He kissed up your neck, muttering words to try and get you to relax. You let him in some more when he began to grope your breast. Your mouth dropped open as he started to pump in and out. You traced every part of his body that you could touch, finally resting them on his shoulders. 

Benedict’s face was pretty to stare at. Your breath hitched when you felt something scratch your leg. You tried to focus back on Benedict and how he was making you feel. Reaching up a little bit, you kissed him to try and distract from the spider that you knew wasn’t real but still felt like it was crawling over your foot. His lips were very soft against yours but it didn’t stop the shadows like you wanted. 

He grunted a bit when you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him down until most of his weight was on you. You sighed in a bit of relief. Benedict’s hips stuttered for a moment and you felt his cock twitch. 

“Are you close?” 

He smiled as he nodded. It was easy to forget that you actually knew what sex was despite being a virgin and a woman. His smile faltered a bit when he opened his eyes again.. 

“Are you not comfortable? I can stop.” 

You shook your head and mentally cursed that he noticed you having a moment. “I am enjoying it just… maybe another position?” 

“Can I turn you over?” 

You relaxed even more. Benedict could comfortably lay on top of you and his weight grounded you. The feeling of his chest against your back, no clothes between either of you, helped keep you present. You gripped the sheets as you shuddered a bit. Benedict’s hand covered yours and he kept thrusting. Kissing the side of your face, he murmured sweet nothings until you were laughing, having completely forgotten the shadows. He stilled inside you after a few more thrusts. You put his hand that held yours to your lips, giving it a small peck. 

“Just stay like this for a little bit, please.” 

“This isn’t crushing you?” 

“I like it.” 

He obliged and laid on top of you, still careful not to place his entire weight on you. You played with his hand while he stroked the back of your neck with his thumb. He began speaking with the other two ladies. You just listened to them. Satisfied was an understatement. You almost considered leaving royal life just to drink and sketch and have sex. You shook your head. For a moment you were starting to sound like your older brothers. Benedict looked down when you chuckled, kissing your temple. 

“What is so funny?” 

“Nothing, will you be staying much longer at Mr. Granville’s? My carriage driver wouldn’t mind a second stop?” 

“Valets have their own carriage driver?” Genevieve asked. 

You and Benedict laughed. He finally pulled out so you could both sit up. Benedict’s hand rested on your waist as he bent over the bed to find all your garments. 

“I don’t pay for the driver. The princess gives us use of all her luxuries.” 

The two women looked at each other. “Give me that job then.” 

You lifted your arms ever so slightly so Benedict could put on and tie up your corset. He started kissing your neck again, making you turn to look at him. You let him kiss you once more before you pulled away. 

“I have to go. The Queen is preparing for a wedding which means I might have to get up early tomorrow.” 

“And if you don’t?” His hand began to go into your underdrawers. 

You left the bed to put on your dress. “Benedict, I have to go. I’m sure you have no problems finding someone else but I must leave.” 

He was going to say something else but stopped as Genevieve put a hand on his shoulder. You gave him a smile as you put on your mask.  

“I’ll see you tomorrow… or the day after, yeah.” 

The three of them bid you a final goodbye before you disappeared completely from Granville’s studio. The smile on your face never left as the carriage driver began to pull off. Your request to stay at Kew had been granted since the palace was going to be too full and too busy with Friedrich and Daphne’s wedding to properly accommodate you like Kew could. 

Pandora was the only one still up when you arrived home, having waited to make sure that you were both safe and well-fed. She filled the tub with water that had been warming for quite awhile. You let her take off your dress and clothes so she could have them washed. Pandora paused when she reached your corset. 

“It wasn’t tied like this earlier.” 

“Hmm?” You looked down to see the corset wasn’t tied in the front where you did it but tied in the back. 

Something that could only be accomplished by someone else. You rushed to cover Pandora’s mouth before her gasp alerted the entirety of Kew. You had planned on telling her but not right after it happened. The corset strings hadn’t even crossed your mind. 

“I know what you are going to say but know that I was very safe about it,” you said as you sank below the water for a moment. 

“Safe? Who were you with? Anyone could tell on y—” 

“Benedict Bridgerton.” 

Pandora pulled the stool away from the vanity so she could sit on it. “Benedict Bridgerton? Are you serious? Isn’t he a rake?” 

“Isn’t every man a rake in this ton? Yes, I am serious… We used lambskin, before you begin to harass me again.” 

“It is my duty, Princess, to ensure that you know that…” 

“I have to keep my virtue together, I know. But I wanted to know what it was like and I was very careful. We were in private,” you lied. 

“How was it?” 

“He is very resourceful with his tongue.” 

You both began laughing hysterically.

(part 6)

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[sea-owl]

I went to an exhibts in Knights, their armor, and weapons recently. Specifically I was introduced to the stiletto dagger. I swear if you made the handle right that thing could pass for hair pin.

Now I'm thinking about Bridgerton ladies and whether they use a pistol or a dagger for personal protection.

Pistol: Kate, Eloise, Hyacinth, and Lycy

Dagger: Sophie, Daphne, Penelope, and Francesca

[okimargarvez]

UNCONDITIONED REFLEX

Original title: Riflesso incondizionato (come uno starnuto)

Prompt: 14x15 if there were been Luke and Penelope in the place of JJ and Reid.

Warning: none.

Genre: angst, romantic, comedy, family.

Characters: Penelope Garcia, Luke Alvez, Emily Prentiss, David Rossi, O.C. (unsub).

Pairing: Garvez.

Note: oneshot 48 in Garvez collection. 

Legend: 💏🔦🎈.

Song mentioned: 10 mila scuse: Interludio, Tiziano Ferro.

GARVEZ STORIES

UNCONDITIONED REFLEX

 -Garcia, but are you still here?- the voice behind her makes her jump and fright causes her an uncontrolled cough. She remains turned away from the intruder who dared to set foot in her personal temple until she can calm herself down enough to be able to formulate at least one meaningful sentence.

-Yes, why should not I?- then she exclaims, showing herself determined and convinced, as well as distant and superior, as if she didn’t have time to take care of him. -I have things to finish.- she adds with the same stiff tone. -And I could ask you the same, you know?- she points out to him, while a pleased smile borns against her lips. The man remains silent and this convinces her to be on the right path to get rid of him. -At least I don’t have a girlfriend waiting for me anxious at home, but only a cat.- still silence from the invader. -Poor Lisa, I don’t know how she could bear you...- the joke dies in the bud when she sees change in the expression of his colleague.

Luke runs a sad smile and scratches his head, in a gesture that she has now learned to interpret as a manifestation of extreme uncertainty. -In fact, she didn’t.- he says simply, in a tone not too pained, neither joking, rather... neutral.

For the first time since he entered the bat-cave the woman really looks at him, from being human to being human. -What do you mean?- she squints, trying to catch any signs that will make her identify a possible lie.

Luke, however, doesn’t seem to have any intention, in fact, seems simply exhausted, as if he was fresh from a marathon or as if he had just finished chasing an unsub along the steep peaks of a mountain. -She broken with me.- he shrugs and manages to reject a principle of hysterical giggle. -Before you start with a monologue to weave her praises and to demolish me...- she looks at him as offended by his accusation, but he ignores her -It had to go like this. With this job... but I don’t even know if it's just the fault of the job or just mine.- he raises his shoulders again; Penelope can’t remember the last time she saw him so confused, in which he didn’t clearly articulate a concept. Although she has spent at least a year, first Luke's year in the BAU, to demolish him, she has never denied within herself his numerous capabilities as a federal agent. -Anyway, it went like this.- he adds, perhaps only to fill the emptiness of that silence caused by the reflections of the blonde in front of him.

Which changes completely attitude, feeling a strong pain in the chest and another, a little less strong, in the lungs. -Oh, Luke, I didn’t want to hurt you, I'm sorry if I have...- he raises a hand, as that time when he had asked her to give him five in the name of the dynamic duo, and at the same time she coughs so many times, silencing any possible delirium of tangled excuses.

-It's all right, Garcia, okay?- she nods, although she doesn’t seem particularly convinced. -Let's talk about your influence.- it's the man's turn to completely change his attitude. It vanishes that insecure and fragile air that had almost moved her and suddenly he seems so convinced and determined. For a moment she can’t replicate anything. Then, suddenly like the rest, indignation emerges.

-I don’t have the influence.- she says, turning her back, aware of her red nose, by dint of blowing it all evening, when she wasn’t in connection with the team, of course, and eyes shining. -I'm... I'm fine!- she hears the echo of her own voice that says to him that same sentence, just as liar then as today. -You can also go to your house to... Roxy.- she corrects herself at the last. She feels the steps of man approaching and manages to remain perfectly still.

He puts a hand on her shoulder and does nothing else, but she turns to him, as if he had pressed the right button, had typed the correct sequence. -No offense, Garcia, but I know how you look when you're okay and now... it's not one of those times.- it's just a fleeting impression, and yet, for a second, she thinks she has reading malice in his brown eyes, which she had always believed much darker, while now, which she is so close to him, sick and with defenses (not only immune) so low, can capture all the various nuances of his irises.

She takes a while to awaken from the spell. A good cough intervenes in her defense, this time single but harsh and dry. -Alvez, how dare you say such a thing?- she prays all the gods in the celestial spheres that her cheeks haven’t become the same shade of her nose. I... I... achoo!- and then here is making its cameo a sneeze, probably jelaous for the space that had won the colleague.

Luke makes no effort to disguise his complacency. -Bless you.- he tells her, politely, and for a moment she sees a version of her colleague at the time of high school, perfectly combed hair, good clothes, his mother who repeats the same recommendations, in the churchyard. -So, still convinced of your position?- he asks her with obvious amusement as he torments her.

-Obviously.- she replies, this time promptly, turning back and returning to take care of her work, typing with the left hand while the right is struggling in the search for the lost handkerchief.

-Ok.- she hears him reply, only those two letters, a syllable, and the thing should already be suspicious. But even in her most daring dreams she could never have imagined him endowed with so much courage. The man walks around her chair and overlaps his hands with that of the blonde, quickly pressing just two buttons, activating the forced shutdown of the whole system, that a second before starting sets in motion the automatic saving of all the last actions. Penelope opens her eyes, freeing two tears that perfectly brush her face until they reach the chin before the final jump. She also opens her mouth wide, but nothing comes out for a moment.

Then, the voice returns to her. -What did you do?- she shouts, congratulating those who decided to build her bunker completely soundproof. -Are you crazy? Have you lost your mind?- she asks him, leaning with the intention of grabbing him by the shoulders and shaking him, but the other part of her can’t even take the idea of touching him into account.

-Unfortunately, good manners don’t work with you.- Luke replies simply, with that condescending tone that is used with madmen, children with attention deficit and animals that are considered stupid. -And now, c’mon, take your stuff, I'll take you to your house.- she doesn’t know if she's more mad with him for interrupting her work (and who could imagine that he knew that sequence?), for having accused her of be stubborn and want to be right at all costs, or for this last sentence, expressed in tone too natural and spontaneous, as if he were her boyfriend and had the right to tell her what is best for her.

-But... but... but...- for this she can’t do anything but repeat like a broken record the same word that perfectly expresses all her unease and her uncertainty. Man doesn’t seem to have pity for her at all. Taking her by the shoulders, again as if it were the most natural thing in the world, he forces her to rise from her chair.

-You, hurry up.- and Penelope almost ends up on the ground, looking for a way to get away from him. But at the same time a thought starts turning in her head. How sexy is he when he plays the authoritarian role...? Why did I think such a thing? It's wrong. He sees me as a friend, nothing more. He would do the same thing with Tara. -Do you need a hand to wear the coat?- she observes his hands towards her like the claws of a bird of prey ready to grasp her and take her to his nest.

-NO.- she says, a bit too strong and with a look and attitude in general too terrified. She forces herself to slow down the beats of the heart and calm the breath, but this costs her another cough.- No, no.- she repeats, more satisfied with the result. -I can do it.- it’s unclear how her legs hold up her just enough to reach the hanger that is so lopsided that Kate gave her so many years ago that she almost can’t believe it's been so long. -Are you happy now?- is a rhetorical question, and in fact she doesn’t wait for a reply, grabs the bag and starts out.

-Quite.- she still hears him exclaim. As soon as Luke is out of her bunker, she types the security code to block access to unauthorized people, everyone except she, Prentiss, and anyone above the head of the BAU. -Penelope?- she warns the man's gaze over her body as if it were tangible.

-What?- she sighs, focusing on the last digits. It never happened to her to do it wrong.

-Are you sure you can handle it, alone at home?- a slight hesitation, just as she completes the operation and starts walking towards the elevator. Another feeling of deja-vu, and she can’t make fun of herself to the point of saying that she doesn’t know what it refers to, what exact moment actually happened between them. -Because I could...- she anticipates him, pressing the call button and this surprises him so much that he is silenced.

-No, no.- she shakes her head, wrong choice: for a moment everything goes around her as if she were on a carousel. -I'll have a hot tea, I'll take an aspirin and I'll go to bed right away.- she list diligently. -Okay, daddy?- she repents instantly of the last joke, but she just can’t help it. In the meantime, the elevator arrives, empty.

-A new nickname?- he asks her, but is probably not talking  to her as anyone else. -It's a bit too weird even for you.- he gives her one of his ultra-malicious looks and this time paralyzes her, and the blame is all her weakness. When she manages to free herself from that spell, the price she is forced to pay is another fine series of perfectly alternating coughing and sneezing, like in a monotone symphony. -All right?- she can deny how much she wants, but he's really worried about her, about her health. But this doesn’t mean anything, and she repeats it until she believes it.

-Stop to worry about me, Alvez.- she says, looking at him for a second, she can’t allow herself any more, otherwise she might catch in his net again. -My head is spinning a little.- she admits, because she actually fears to skid against the elevator walls. But Luke doesn’t take the opportunity to make a joke or reiterate how he was right.

-C’mon, it is better if you hold on me.- he says only, without traces of malice, complacency, only... sweetness, damn, it seems sweetness. And it wasn’t the first time that she grasps that nuance in him when he is with her. -Trust me, I don’t bite.- he adds, this time giving her a brief smile, but not one of those with half-crooked lips, of when she still called him Newbie, no, one of those as when he had given her that anti-stress.

-You're so stubborn...- she exclaims, closing her eyes and signing her surrender. He doesn’t wait for anything else, surrounding her shoulders with his arm, so big, powerful, that it seems made for that task, because she is not really the smallest woman on the planet. Not that it was the first time he did it, no, it had happened when they brought Lou to Phil... but Penelope decides to send her pride to the hell and even puts her head on his shoulder for the short ride that separates them from man's car. She seems to hear a sigh of restrained joy, but it must have been just her impression. Why should he be happy to have her weight on him?

Too soon she feels herself snatching from that comfortable torpor in which she had fallen and without understanding how, she finds herself sitting in the passenger's seat. -Do you prefer a little silence, or I turn on the radio?- he's asking her (it’s hard to admit it) savior.

-No, the silence leaves too much space to my thoughts.- she answers extremely sincere and doesn’t get too angry with himself. She is just "wake up" and has the defenses completely lowered and already today she feels no good... -Better the radio.- she decrees and he nods, turning on the first and then starting the engine.

And you provoke envy in people, because of who is great, but doesn’t realize it... with ten thousand excuses the world devours you, you laugh and make fun of it... you direct love at all, but stay out of groups, those who talk a lot, think a little less... come from confidence and an the idea that looks good, the medium is important, but the aim is the person, and only love is important, you keep it too much, that’s why you are special…

Only rarely she gives him a quick glance, while the man's eyes remain fixed on the road. She wonders what he's thinking right now, surely to Lisa, even if he tried to make her believe he wasn’t feel too bad. They had been together for how much, at least a year, no? He couldn’t have come out from it as if nothing had happened. But Luke is in a completely different kind of elucubrations; he is in fact meditating that he could so easily dedicate to her some of the phrases of this song that he has never heard before today. An annoying sound breaks his thoughts before they can become deeper.

-Oh no, I think that we have a case.- Penelope exclaims, in a desperate tone. She clears her throat, to probably prevent other coughing from interrupting her. From the corner of his eye he sees her grab her cell phone and press a button; the speakerphone. -Go ahead, Emily. It's me and Luke.- she declares quietly. A pause of a few seconds. The woman on the other end of the phone is in fact assimilating the information received, fighting against her perplexity. How come those two were together at this time?

So, the head of the BAU perks up. -I called to warn you that Rossi has decided to hold a kind of collective bachelor party and invited the whole team for tomorrow night. He instructed me to pass the word...- this time she does nothing to hide the relief that seizes her.

-Oh, thank goodness, for a moment I feared that...- even the other woman easily reads her mind. She can imagine the smile of the friend spreading on her face.

-No, no new case, don’t worry.- she reassures her, with a chuckle. -And, Garcia?- she adds, just to the last. An infinitesimal exchange of glances between driver and passenger that remains of an uncertain nature.

-What?- then she asks in turn, trembling inside.

-Are you sure you're okay? You look a little... weird...- Penelope looks up at the sky and then looks at Luke as if she wanted to hit him; the man merely giggles almost imperceptibly. Too low for Emily to hear it, luckily for him.

-I'm fine, and anyway, Alvez is taking me home, so don’t worry.- the man makes another completely silent smile. -Night, ma’am.- the blonde says.

-Good night.- Emily echoes.

-Night, Prent...- but the conversation has already been closed. -Hey, I was still talking!- Luke protest. -What is it?- he then asks, taking advantage of a stop to look her in the eye.

-Come on, say it.- she urges him. -You can’t wait to do it, you are quivering with the desire to reproach me. C’mon, don’t be shy.- then he understands what she is referring to.

-If you insist...- he says, enjoying another nice round of those eyes that have captured his from the first glance. -Have you seen? Even Emily has noticed that you aren’t the same.- Penelope immediately breaks the eye contact, preferring to focus on the unattractive landscape that is beyond the window.

-Damned profilers...- she mumbles. Then, a sudden lighting. -Oh, hell.- though he is careful as he drives, the man hears her and immediately starts thinking about the worst. Seeing her hand on her chest, he is afraid that she may have a heart attack.

-What? What happened?- he exclaims alarmed and not hiding it in any way.

-Nothing.- however, the colleague answers, stubborn to the end. She would also be able to die, rather than admit that he was right.

-Penelope... I don’t let it go, there is no way.- he clarifies it with a hard, almost angry tone. -Then speak.- he doesn’t intend to give her a way to escape and this time she falls badly, because she is aboard his car, he could lead her where he wants, even at his home, and the silent treatment will not work. At the cost of stopping and spending all night on the side of the road.

-Oh, what the hell.- she seems to realize it. Just when she is about to start explaining she is caught by some cough; the less they are numerous and the more they increase in intensity. -I remembered only now that I don’t even have a medicine at home.- she manages to say, with the fluctuating voice that comes and goes, but the man still understands the general sense of the sentence.

-It’s not a problem, there is a pharmacy a little further on.- there follows a pause where only the music of a digester's advertisement is heard. Then Luke turns expressly towards her, almost in slow motion. -Does that mean you admit you're sick?- he's so pleased and so beautiful with that expression, those shining eyes, that she finds herself confirming her knockout.

-I admit it, ok?- she doesn’t have time to hide the shadow of a smile also on her own lips. -Satisfied?- he still doesn’t comment on it, not out loud, at least.

-Partly.- here in the night shine the green light of the cross indicating that they have reached the goal. Luke parks, then he unties his belt. -Wait in the car, I'll come back in a moment.- he says, and he has already almost half a foot on the asphalt, when he hears himself grabbing by the edge of his jacket.

-No way.- now she too gets out of the car. -I'm not dying, Alvez, and I will not let you pay for my stuff.- she says firmly and stubbornly, then she opens her eyes, hearing again her voice. -God, it seemed like a drug addict' phrase.- he closes his car door and observes her do the same, then he inserts the allarm.

-A little.- he doesn’t even try to hold back a giggle. -I imagine that this is the consequence of feminism.- but this time she doesn’t seem to find his joke particularly amusing. They are walking a few centimeters away, they don’t notice it, but their steps are perfectly synchronized, like two soldiers during the official parade on July 4th.

-Don’t think about things bigger than you.- she admonishes him and he understands that there is no need to reply. -Hurry, I don’t want to spend more than ten minutes with you.- she picks up the pace and goes over him at the entrance. -I can’t bear you anymore.- Luke, however, can’t help but laugh again, hearing her complaining about his company, making her anger, but the woman decides to concentrate on choosing the medicine to buy. The truth is that there are too many kind and that each has a stranger and terrifying name of the other, it wasn0t that now she has learned them by heart, by dint of looking for digital traces for cases of unknown subjects with dependencies of all kinds... she not even realize that is entered a man who seems pretty nasty, sometimes the judgment on the book given only by brushing the cover with the look is extremely accurate and sometimes, the clothes makes the man. She jumps, ending with her back against her colleague's chest when the first shot resonates in the building, shaking all the windows containing non-over-the-counter drugs. Luke gives a quick glance and realizes that there are only two (three) people besides them and the gangster: an old man, with a stick and walker, who is holding his chest (he hopes he is not having a principle of a heart attack, but it would not be so strange, in this case) and a mother with a stroller decorated with Hello Kitty. Without speaking, he grabs Penelope by the shoulders and turns her towards him; he makes her understand that she has to be silent and doesn’t move. He directs himself sneaking towards the man, who wears neither a mask nor anything that could prevent his identification. Bad sign. He hears a moan of fear coming from behind his back, but he doesn’t turn around to scold her. She isn’t used to living these kinds of situations. And then he could never say bad words to her.

He still makes two steps and is exactly behind the man, what he should do is shoot without identifying, because this would make everything much simpler. He is an excellent shooter, he has certificates holed up in a box that he has never opened at home, to testify this. In this way, the robber (he wants to keep believing it's just this) wouldn’t have time to hurt anyone. But he took an oath, and, above all, what would Penelope think of him if he killed a man in that way? -FBI, weapon on the ground and hands up.- then he shouts, completely entering his role. That man doesn’t move. -You heard me? Weapon on the ground and we can talk.- he repeats, trying to give a calm, serene and peaceful tone to his voice, but at the same time decided and authoritarian. Sometimes it's just a matter of who screams louder.

-FBI, uh?- he says, finally, turning around so that he can looks him right in the face. Brown hair, standard length, brown eyes, white, about thirty years old. If it weren’t for that look, he would seems as any of the American tax payers. -I have three hostages at my disposal.- he points out, with a sick smile that perhaps he believes particularly original, but Luke has seen it too many times on too many different faces. -If you shoot me, I'll have time to bring one of them with me.- the man continues, becoming more and more sure of himself. Behind him he hears a noise, but he doesn’t want to think that it could be Garcia who has followed him. -Do you like the risk, federal agent?- he asks him directly, amused in a way too obvious by the use of that title. Almost Luke was nothing but his job. But he wants to believe that he is also other, for example, Roxy's dad.

It is the thought of his dog that gives him the right charge. -Good, then let's do it, we put down the guns at the same time and then we'll talk.- he proposes, even sketching a smile, so fake, because he was never good at pretending these things, like Hotch, like Rossi, or like Emily and JJ. Perhaps he is still the hunter of men who believed that profiling was stupid. -What do you think?- the other, however, seems not too attentive to his words, look beyond him, and Luke knows what it means, but still basks in the illusion. Denying, always denying, beyond the evidence.

-I say, don’t take it out, I would prefer to exchange a few words with your blonde friend.- until his most horrendous fears are confirmed and he is forced to smash his face violently against them. He makes a big mistake, unable to disguise his emotions, he closes his eyes for a moment so as not to faint, stunned by the horror that is revolting his guts.

-What blonde friend...- he tries anyway, one last try. Then he hears that noise again, and this time he recognizes it, clear and precise. A sneeze. A moment later someone' hand, delicate skin, soft and silky, takes his wrist.

-Sorry, Luke, I tried to restrain myself, but...- she begins to justify herself, but Luke shakes his head and weaves a single finger into hers, trying to pass on what he thinks.

In any case, the man, which is, now is clear, certainly not just a robber, doesn’t seem willing to let them talk. -Make a deal, federal agent...- Luke anticipates him, gaining some points. But he is losing this match 4 to 0.

-Luke, Luke Alvez, but you can call me Luke.- the voice comes out too uncertain, almost careless, it is as if the language no longer wanted to respond to his commands. And that blonde who vibrates imperceptibly next to him doesn’t help keep him cool.

-Good, Agent Alvez.- he does it on purpose, still calling him with the title and to prefer his last name, thus rejecting his implicit proposal to manage the thing amicably. In fact, he prefers it because he thinks of something that he might have read or perhapsReid had told him about the value of the proper name of divinity and city. And if that bastard didn’t call him by name, he couldn’t dominate him. -I'll let all the hostages go if she plays with me.- he adds with a lascivious smile.

Luke trembles, but for the blind rage that assails him. -Play with you what?- but his question is totally ignored, because Penelope passes in front of him, and goes over a few steps towards the asshole with the gun still pointed in the direction of the young mother.

-I'm in.-she says, her voice firm. The man can’t help but feel so proud of his colleague, and, at the same time, also angry with her, because it is not up to her to play the role of heroin in this show.

-Wait, Garcia, don’t be hasty...- he tries to stop her, but she drives him away like an annoying insect.

-Shut up, Luke.- she silences him abruptly. -I said I'm in.- she turns to the other man and gets a little closer. Luke feels the useless weight of the weapon in his hand. He reaches her, supports her and tries to concentrate only on the asshole.

-Tell me.- he repeats, a hoarse growl at the bottom of his throat. -What do you want to play with her?- who knows what the hell he expects, but nothing could displace him more than the answer of the man.

-Truth or dare.- he exclaims, never turning away from the blonde. -If I realize that you lie, honey, your friend will get a nice bullet in the body.- he explains, stroking his gun as if he were already anticipating the moment when the bullet will pierce the epidermis of the federal agent. -Understand?- he adds with tone a bit more serious and even evil.

-Understand.- she nods, slightly bowing her head, showing herself submissive. But is it a performance or does she really want to surrender to him, do everything that he asks for?

-Garcia, you don’t have to lend yourself to this thing.- he tries again to dissuade her, he doesn’t even know why, because he understood that by now the mechanism has started and there is no way to stop it.

-Luke, stop getting in the way.- she replies, but the fact that she has called him again by name is equivalent to a kind of secret signal to tell him that she hasn’t completely lost her mind, that she will not give up so easily as thinks the unmasked asshole.

-You heard, Agent Luke Alvez?- this time the other also calls him by full name. He goes back, walking without looking where he puts his feet, and yet he doesn’t stumble, until he reaches the door, he must have blocked without anyone noticing it, he throws it open and gestures to the hostages to get out of his way. Only then Luke thinks about the strangeness of the lack of workers: why was not there even a pharmacist? Should not they necessarily have to do the night service? -Now, good, put down the gun and kick it, towards me.- the cold voice of the asshole brings him back to reality. He does it without objecting, then he observes him even more powerless, tying the wrists of his colleague. He clenches his fists until he hurt his knuckles. Then he does the same with him and also gives him a boost, taking advantage of the fact that he has no way to keep his balance. - Let's start.- he says. -Truth or dare...- Luke feels a knot in his stomach, understanding what is about to happen. No, don’t don’t do it, he tries to communicate telepathically to her. Don’t tell him your real name. But she can’t hear him.

-Penelope. My name is Penelope.- she replies in fact. She coughs and blushes, perhaps because of the shame of not being able to cover her mouth with an hand, as they taught her. -And I choose truth.- she adds, showing himself decisive, like a convict who knows he is going to meet his destiny, proud as Joan of Arc at the stake.

-Great, Penelope.- he doesn’t hide his perverse complacency. -What are you doing here with him at this time? In other words, what is your relationship with him?- he hastens to clarify, confusing her by mixing the two questions. In spite of himself, Luke realizes he is deeply interested in what she will say. -Think well on what to answer, because I will understand if you lie.- he warns her in a bored tone, as if it were a phrase he repeated too many times. And maybe it's like that. This is not an amateur, he must have done it before. And what happened to his previous victims?

-We... we work for the same unit.- Penelope begins to explain, interrupted by another cough that doesn’t seem to catch pity from the asshole. -Behavioral Analyst Unit.- she specifies. -I am a computer technician and he is a special supervisor agent. We are work colleagues.- all here. Colleagues. But hadn’t he done the same thing when he'd introduced her to Lisa on their first date? So why should he feel entitled to be... hurt, offended?

-How boring.- even the other man doesn’t seem happy, and fiddles with the weapon, making it dangle for the handle. -I was hoping for something more, honestly.- he shoves it behind his back and starts walking toward them.

-Don’t come any closer her, don’t touch her, don’t dare!- Luke jumps, unable to contain his anger as he watches that man move his dirty hands along the body of Penelope, looking for a document that he could easily find if only he looked in the right place and most obvious, her bag.

-A little too protective to be just a colleague, don’t you think?- he is aimed exclusively at the blonde. Then he follows Luke's telepathic advice and finds the woman's badge and takes a second to capture the Latin one as well. -I seen you told the truth.- he nods, to himself. -It is not allow omitting the details, however.- he adds, at the last, with a completely different tone and also his gaze, his eyes, change, almost another entity had taken the upper hand in him. -Maybe I should show you that I'm serious...- he turns with a jerk and pulls the trigger, just in the direction of Luke's leg, where Penelope herself knows that the femoral artery is located and that would mean only five minutes of time to intervene before the man bleeds to death. The thought provokes her yet another attack of cough, but she manages to reject it with the few remaining forces. The cry dies in her throat when she hears only the empty click, the shot without the result of the weapon. -Oh, I forgot to tell you that we are also doing another game.- he laughs, a coarse and vulgar laugh, but definitely less frightening than that look. -Do you know Russian roulette, Luke? This time you were lucky, but Luck is a fickle thing that never ceases to turn...- the man rotates the section of the weapon, only now Luke recognizes it, a revolver, where the bullets are. There are only two, enough to kill both. -So, truth or dare?- he asks re-establishing the initial distances.

-I want to take part in this.- the federal agent intrudes, noticing Penelope's shining eyes and wondering if the cause is really just the flu or a hell brooding.

-Do you have any burning secret to reveal, Luke?- for the first time, he seems to have been able to capture his attention. -A weight to get rid of?- the other hesitates. -Otherwise you're not very interesting.- he concludes, shrugging.

-I'm filled of secrets.- he exclaims then, and in fact, he's not lying at all. Since he's been part of the BAU the situation has changed a little, but there are a lot of things that his colleagues ignore about his private life and his previous life.

The asshole looks really pleasantly surprised. -Well, let's see.- then he backs to focus on the blonde who is becoming red to prevent a sneeze or yet another cough. Almost as if it were a sign of unforgivable weakness. -But remember that if you lie the sweet Penelope will take a bullet... let's say in her leg.- he understands that with the mind the slimy is caressing her thigh and that, if he were to die, it could really happen. He could even do it while the blood, together with life, flows out of her. -Are you still convinced you want to play?- he nods, planting his teeth in his lower lip. -If you are happy... Truth or dare?- the easiest choice he has had to make since they have been here.

-True.- he replies, while a sneeze resounds beside him.

- What's the thing that makes you ashamed more, of all the things you had to do for your work?- he asks without hesitation. -The one that make you feel more guilty, I mean something that, even after the years, doesn’t let you sleep well.- Luke bends down his head, because he has an answer, and the asshole will like it so hard.

He closes his eyes, shielding himself from the rest of the world. -Before I joined the BAU... there was a guy, a criminal. Daniel Cullen.- he is no longer in this pharmacy, on the floor, with his hands tied. -He tormented my partner, my best friend... almost killed him. He has ripped apart him.- he's back in time or maybe in a memory or in a fantasy, as long as there is a difference. -I should have been in his place.- he says, raising his eyelids, but being careful not to look at Penelope. -It's been six years, and yet I keep waking up sweating in the middle of the night, and doing the same nightmare, identical.- he is not lying about it, and perhaps that also helped push Lisa to make that decision. And he couldn’t blame her.

-Did you want to kill him?- the asshole pricks him, completely immersed in his black tale. - Or did you do it?- Luke vibrates, meditating for the first time on the possibility of lying to him, to preserve the image that his colleague has of him, at least that she will want to speak again with him, as long as they will survive all this.

-Yes, I wanted to kill him with my hands, see the life flow away from his eyes and no, I couldn’t do it.- in the end he opts again for the cruel truth, not for beautiful lies. Killing and even wishing to do so is one of the ten sins punished by his religion, but even this can’t stop him. -Unfortunately.- he adds, digging his chasm a little further.

-Wow, this is a great revelation, don’t you think so, Penelope?- that man smiles, waiting maybe that the blonde could do the same. -You’re safe, for now, even if it seems to me, Luke, that your words have hurt her more than any bullet.- the man is forced to see that he is right. The blonde is trembling and her big eyes, wide open, are ones of an animal caught in the headlights. -You shocked her, poor girl. You didn’t think that your coworker had so dark thoughts inside him, didn’t you?- she doesn’t nod nor denies. -It’s your turn, now. Truth or dare?- wearily, as she wouldn’t have any alternative, she answers him.

-Truth.- that man beats an hand on the other and play for a bit with the gun, while he seems think about what he could asks her this time.

-What do you feel for your colleague Luke, especially in the light of his revelations?- he finally asks, and in fact it is strange that he took so long to get there, because in the movies is one of the first things, almost two kidnapped people have to end up getting together... if both remain alive until the end credits.

-Penelope, the team will arrive soon, you don’t have to say anything you don’t want.- he gets in the way, tonight it seems that he hasn’t done anything else, and for a second she looks at him.

Then, however, she shakes her head. -No, it’s not. It’s my fault if we had to stop here.- two other tears run along her cheeks and the man hates he couldn't do anything, the fact he can’t dry them with his thumbs. -Luke, I… there is no way to say it, and If I ever thought about this moment, I never imagined that it would been in a pharmacy, hands tied behind the backs, and a fool who is pointing his weapon to our heads.- the asshole doesn’t seem to take it badly, he is probably used to it. -But I say simply the truth, as he asked me.- now Luke trembles for another reason, so different from the ones that have shaken him until now; because the way she has talked and her gaze… it’s possible that she is really about to confess what he thinks? And why that idea makes him so happy? His priority is to save her, save both of them, so he could take her to the hospital, to a medic… and they could understand what she has, because his instinct, that bastard who is always right, tells to him that there is not just a flu, there is something worst under it and a cruel hourglass that signals the the time available. -I don’t think about you just as a coworker… you became important for me, don't mind how much I tried to keep you from doing that.- here they are, she is about to say it, really, maybe it will be just a distraction, yeah, in fact it would be the right thing to do. A good love confession, a fed gossip could confuse the asshole just enough to… -I… I love you and I can’t handle that you could be hurt or even dead because of me!- she says, and almost the effort to say all those things had been too much for her body, she bursts into a series of convulsive cough attacks, this time longer, deep and sinister. -Are you satisfied now?- then she asks, nose, eyes red and full of tears. For a moment Luke fears she might die suffocated.

-Well, let's say that this time I will not shoot him.- yet that asshole is not even satisfied, it even seems... disappointed. -It's your turn, Luke. Truth or dare?- the federal agent sighs, before answering, meditating on how much time can actually be passed, ruthless hourglasses apart.

-Truth.- why the team is not here yet? The hostages didn’t back to their home pretending it’s happened nothing, right? Whoever would warn the law enforcement. Sure, from this to call the BAU…

-Perfect, as I guessed.- he makes turn the box containing the projectiles again. -And you, Agent Alvez, what do you really think of your colleague?- here, his turn has arrived. --Remember that her leg is always at stake, if you try to be clever.- he doesn’t give him time to reflect. -And I add: is there anything else you've never told her, and would you like to confess?- but unknowingly, he provides him with exactly what he needed: an escape to not find himself confessing his love in such a situation drab. -This could be the right time, also because it could be the last one.- that warning, however, puts everything at stake.

He turns to her, how much the strings allow him. -Penelope, I…- and he understands that he is really about to throw himself without parachute. What good would it do still living with his intact pride but in a world without her?

-You don’t have to answer, Luke.- she seems say the same as him a moment ago. -I was already shot, I can handle it.- and she is right, that shit of Battle dared to do a similar action, but just because at that time he was busy to dodging bullets on the front line of a war that he never understood.

-But he can’t, I’m right?- the asshole seems so easy reading his mind, yet, he decides consciously to try to trick him.

-Penelope, do you remember Phil?- he start to say. -You remember that the day he died you asked me if he had asked about you and that...- he bites his lips to make them bleed, but never removes his eyes from her, despite the shame he feels. -I lied to you, and I lied to him too. Since he saw you, he did nothing but torment me to know if you were already dating someone or if you were free, and I...- the mouth that so much wanted to taste bends downwards. And it's his fault, only his.

-Why, why did you do it?- Penelope asks, sounding more confused than hurt.

-Yeah, Luke, why did you do it?- echoes that human shit that keeps on keeping her under his sight.

-Because… because I didn’t want that my private life and work mixing too much.- it’s a bullshit, and it’s so obvious, yet he really said it. -I know I was selfish, but…- his words are covered by a thud that sounds to their ears as a rumble.

-Wrong answer.- without adding other word, the man points his gun exactly at the level of the knee of the blond and pulls the trigger. Luckily, even this time they hear just a empty noise that means the missing of the bullet in the chamber. For the scare Penelope bursts into a coughing crisis that makes her eyes tear up and turns her whole face more red. Luke can’t have the time to scream his terror, fearing that he has condemned his colleague to death just for his inability to confess the truth, even in a such moment. The asshole is right, he could not have another occasion to do it. -You two were lucky, even this time.- he says, not happy, looking at the empty chamber as it had voluntary betrayed him. -Who knows how it will go the next.- he sight. -Penelope, truth or dare?- probably nobody expects the next move of the blonde.

-Dare.- she answers with an uncertain tone.

-Interesting choice.- in fact comments the asshole. -Well. You must hit your friend and dear colleague, as hard as you can, I want to see a good mark. That's what you want, deep inside of you, after what he told you and especially after he showed how much he doesn’t really care about your life, since he lied even though he knew what was at stake.- he steps that distance them and cuts with a single gesture the ribbon that wraps the wrists of the woman, so little careful to make a slight wound on her arm. Luke watches the red liquid gush out and feels his pulse increase; Penelope, on the other hand, doesn’t emit sound. -Or, if you prefer, you can use this.- he makes dancing in front of her the knife, like a hypnotizer in a magic show. -What are you choosing?- Penelope looks at the cold weapon and then her own hands, free.

-Don’t worry, Garcia, do what he want.- Luke tries to reassure her, understanding that she needs his approval. -It's all right, it will not hurt me and he's right, I deserve it.- he even manages to give her a small smile. The blonde closes her eyes and nods. Who knows if he has understood that she had to concentrate on the people who, many years later, she hated more in her life. She brings the arm back, the not injured, to give the right push and hits him. The psychopathic asshole this time can be said to be satisfied, because she left a nice mark on his cheek, in which all the fingers are perfectly distinguished. Yet, the slap doesn’t burn and he doesn’t even feel pain. All his concentration is on her, who falters kneeling before him, but free.

-Luke, please, I'm sorry, I...- before the asshole can put her brusquely to shut up, she has another attack of cough, so deep and intense that it seems to shake her body entirely, silencing her. The other makes a sign of denial with his head, as if to say that he doesn’t approve of this manifestation of remorse, while he ties her hands back behind her back, taking advantage to leave a slimy caress on her backside, which causes anger in the federal agent.

-You are right, you're trained to bear the pain, uh?- he passes the tongue on his lips. -Too bad. But she has respected the pacts, so I can’t shoot you.- again that sense of regret. -Where have you learned such techniques? Afghanistan? Iraq?- he nods to the last option. -I guessed.- he shrugs. -So, Luke, truth or dare?- he smiles at him, as if to suggest to him what he could do, if only he would let himself go completely.

-I will never choose dare.- but Luke fights, because he is certainly not less stubborn than the asshole. -You will not force me to hurt her.- he explains calmly and decisively, like death. -I prefer to die.- he concludes, and is neither lying nor joking, nor exaggerating.

-I assume you've still chosen truth.- he yawns. -You ae so boring.- he plays again with the revolver, in a kind of circus number, while Penelope surrenders to another series of coughs. -Have you ever betrayed a woman?- the man realizes how the blonde has totally unbalanced to better hear the response of her colleague and his dilated pupils, and this makes him smile with evil satisfaction.

-It depends on what is meant by betrayal.- Luke answers ambiguously. -If you mean the classic being with two feet in the same hoof ... never physically, never concretely, not even a kiss.- he admits, proud of himself, for once. -If you extend the concept... with the mind, often.- he just staring at the asshole in the eye, keeps his eyes fixed in his, not at all scared by the prospect of being sucked from his abyss. -I was with Lisa and I was also fine, but I always ended up making comparisons with another woman... one that I didn't even deserv to look.- he doesn’t know if he can guess that he is referring to Penelope. -Fortunately, she left me, because I'm so cowardly I would never have done it.- not even that is so difficult to admit. -And if we want to go even further, I cheated on my mother when I enlisted in the army even though I knew that this would cause her a heart attack.- which was not fatal just by a whisker, he only adds in his head, but after that, she wasn’t the same woman anymore. And he could ever forgive himself?

-Damned, I wasn’t expecting an answer like that, good job, SSA, you managed to amaze me.- he claps his hands, pleased, holding the weapon with a single finger. -Yes, Penelope, there's still a bullet that can’t wait to get stuck in your colleague's flesh filled of secrets.- Truth or dare? - she has no doubts this time, because she certainly can’t risk he could forcing her to put an end to her colleague's life... how could she not think about it before?

-Truth.- she answers in fact, in a tone without nuances. The head is about to burst, and the heart is on its way to reach it, not to mention the lungs, which burn as if she had inhaled live fire.

-You reacted so badly when he told you he lied about Phil... I bet he's the same friend who was tortured in his place.- he ignores the grimace that appears on Luke's face and confirms his suspicions. It is really true that the best profilers are the unknown subjects. -So... were you in love with him?- incredibly, the question manages to surprise her and she almost laughs, but she knows that it wouldn’t be a good choice, especially for her body, she doesn't care of what the asshole would do to her. She still feels condemned to leave this earth tonight.

-No, Phil... I liked him, very much.- she admits, and to think of him hurts. -I think that if I had been given the chance, I could have fall in love with him, but...- she catches a glare and seems to have been the only one to notice it. -...at the moment, and even now, my heart is already busy...- she starts talking, pretending to be more lost than it is and surprising for her ability to dominate the cough. -I couldn’t tell how long exactly. I think from the first time I saw this person...- she continues to stay on the vague, the glow increases, perhaps now also Luke saw it, but he is good at pretending to be in turn focused on that strange confession. -I think I immediately got a crush. And then gradually I fell in love. I'm in love with one of our colleagues.- she says, feeling everyone's attention catalyzed on her. -I understand, Luke, how you behaved, he was right, you lied: it wasn’t to not mix work and private life, it was because you thought I wasn’t enough for your best friend...- she abruptly changes the subject, but the asshole doesn’t have time to notice it, because a red dot appears to him exactly in the middle of his chest.

And then, that shout, finally. -FBI, you're surrounded. Give yourself up or we’ll shoot.- the relief is such that the sudden inflow of oxygen causes her a terrible pain in the chest, but she ignores it. The hands, still tied, are intertwined as a sign of hope.

-If you shoot, I take with me in the afterlife the blonde .- he replies, repeating the initial comedy. -What do you say, Penelope, do you want to take a trip?- but that is the last joke that he declaims on the stage of life, as Shakespeare loved to call it and before him a Spanish wrapped in the same shadow of mystery. Luckily, man falls backwards, right in front of the IT.

Prentiss makes her way through the agents and reaches them. -Luke, Penelope, are you ok?- she starts to untie the friend, while she is reached by Rossi who does the same with Latin. -Is anyone of you hurt?- she asks only for security.

Luke speaks first. -No, but she is sick, I don’t know what she has, I think it is a bronchial pneumonia, she has almost never ceased to cough.- he explains and Emily remembers the impression that she had just... one hour, at most an hour and half ago, on the phone. -It would be better if...- she nods and helps Penelope to stand up, noting the cut on the wrist, the blood now clotted.

-I understood.- she calls the paramedics. -Come here, it's here.- the lights finally stun the poor woman, who tries to stop them from taking her away in an ambulance.

-Please, Emily...- half of the sentence is absorbed by yet another cough -... don’t listen to him, I'm...- and the other from an even stronger attack. She understands that it is not worth attempting and she abandons herself, like a dead body, to the care of someone who can really help her. From the stretcher she still manages to see her adventure companion approaching one of the doctors.

-Can I go up in the ambulance with her?- she hears him ask, but his voice sounds distant and muffled, perhaps she has only imagined it because it was what she wanted to hear.

-Only if it doesn’t interfere with us.- a paramedic replies, abruptly, but then contraddicts himself with a half-smile, as if he too had become a profiler and had sensed what is between them. Yes, but what exactly is there between them?

As soon as they leave, she loses consciousness. Luke, trying to stay as much as possible on the sidelines, looks at the standard procedures to stabilize her and understands from their speeches that she is not so serious... but she is not even good. After having intubated her, the paramedic with whom he spoke earlier, beckons that he can now approach and tell her what he wants, but also to be brief and not to agitate her too much... or they will be forced to get rid of the excess ballast. -Penelope, darling, don’t worry.- he begins, realizing that this is the first time he calls her that way, but it's so good. -I will never leave you alone, as long as they allow me to be near you, understand?- she can’t answer him and her eyes are scared, frightened by that thing that prevents her from breathing in a normal way. -I'll always keep your hand.- he says, gently caressing her. -Do you want to answer a question? I promise that tonight is the last one.- he reassures her and understands that in another moment, she would have laughed at his joke. -A single squeeze for means yes and two for no.- Penelope proves to have understood the mechanism. -Ok. Is it true what you said in there, that... that you're in love with someone from the team?- another sign for the yes. -Well. Is a woman?- two squeezes. -No. So, it's one of the men... is he busy?- a longer pause than the previous ones, because Penelope is about to nod, but suddenly remembers that Luke told her that Lisa had left him. -This excludes Matt and Rossi.- he deduces, many intelligently. -So... is Reid?- the last fateful squeeze. -No. So... it's me. You're in love with me.- and this time there's no question mark at the end of the sentence. -No, don’t shake, I told you. I will not leave you alone. Everything will be all right and when you're better, when we're sure you're okay, we'll talk a bit.- he says, continuing to stroke her hand, the only thing he can do in a similar situation. How much is missing at the hospital? -Do you think you can forgive me for lying to you about Phil?- he breaks his promise.-It wasn’t because I thought you weren’t enough for him, and not even to keep the private sphere separate from the professional one, but because... I was jealous of you. I didn’t want to... that you were with another man.- but he also had to get rid of this burden, he couldn’t allow her to end under the knife without knowing the truth. -I know it was selfish behavior and I apologize, I will spend all my life apologizing, if you will allow me...- Penelope raises her arm just enough to be able to gently caress the man, who understands that is the only way she has to reassure him. -Falling in love with you was inevitable, like an unconditional reflex, I couldn’t do anything, like when you have to sneeze or cough, and you can try hard to hold it back, but in the end you have to let it come out.- he adds, even if in a low voice (he is not sure that she has heard it, because her eyes are closed), just as they enter the hospital entrance.

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Assassin AU: Part 2

This is the second part to a Criminal Minds assassin AU I wrote a LONG while ago. A few people have requested a part 2 such as @marvelfanlife and @telominasanasia. The first part was written over a year ago, and this has been sitting on my list unwritten for almost as long. I hope you guys enjoy it!

You are revealed as an undercover FBI agent who manages to track down the team and finally arrest them after months of research then you explain to them how you were able to trick them and survive their attacks. 

Part 1 can be found here.

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“The BAU?” Rossi offered up another possible name for their little team. Turns out, they liked acronyms, and everybody nodded, enjoying the way the letters blended ominously together, without meaning.

“I think the BAU is actually already a unit of the FBI,” Spencer brought up, grimacing.

Everybody just laughed, cold with the bitter irony of it, “Even better.” Derek chuckled, tossing up a pocketknife and catching it as it fell down (as sickeningly cliche as it was, he looked like an absolute badass while doing it).

“The BAU it is.” Hotch said, standing up, “Now I think some of us have some work to do.”

Garcia responded with the click of her keyboard.

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They had a name now. A calling card. You watched them as they started to integrate it into their kills. The BAU. A small chalk drawing would left at the turning point of the crime, the climax, when the exhilaration and anticipation of the kill was higher in ratio than the calm patience of waiting for the right moment. They let themselves be known, drew themselves ever-so-slightly into the proverbial limelight. And they had no idea who you were.

“I’ve got the target in my sights” Hotch said, his voice low and measured in his walkee, “5. 4. 3. 2…”

A shot rang through the courtyard, deafening as it reverberated against stone and brick and statue. Hotch’s chest was heavy as he stared, watching through his scope, waiting for the fall of the body. It didn’t come. The target made the walk away. Dammit.

Hotch, with his walkee off, cursed colorfully. It had been his only chance. The BAU (he liked the way that name ringed more and more everyday) lost track of the target’s trail after this. He packed up his rifle, tucked it into its incognito case, disguised as the average briefcase, and snuck out the backdoor of the building he had used. Hotch dispersed into the crowd as another face. He didn’t leave a calling card.

From behind a pillar, you were still trying to catch your breath. That had been a close one, almost too close. You were almost glad that the investigation was coming to a close, though you wouldn’t really be glad until the culprits were behind bars.

“Hotchner has probably left the building by now. It’s the second tallest one, with the green awning out front,” You breathed into the mic on your wrist, “We should have everything we need to indict them.”

It was about damn time that the BAU found out who they were dealing with.

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You caught Hotchner first. He was the hardest, the most elusive, the most well trained, but he’s the ringleader and without him in custody your entire plan would evaporate in your hands.

Hotchner glared at the double-sided glass as if he knew you were watching him, he follows you when you move with his eyes, his furrowed brows complacent with his placid glare. You don’t dare reveal yourself, not yet, not until you have what you need to destroy them.

Rossi was next, he’s the oldest, but also the most influential among third parties. Once Rossi and Hotch were out of the game, the rest of the ‘BAU’ began to smell the stink and started to scatter, but not before your team managed to grab JJ, Spencer, and Emily and place them all into custody.

Garcia was still out there, hiding behind her computer screen like it was an iron shield, and Derek was undoubtedly preparing for a harrowing fight.

You and your team worked for this for months and now you were so, so close. The countless hours of research and surveillance accumulated for this single moment of confession and arrest was astonishing, so much sweat was put into putting the BAU behind bars.

“Boss? Can I come in?” You knocked on Captain Lewis’s door, a soft ‘of course’ responding, “I wanted to update you on the BAU case. We have them all in custody except for Garcia and Morgan. Do I have permission to begin interrogations.”

“No,” Your boss replied, grim and frowning from the shadow of gray walls and bureaucracy and more gray walls, “Not yet. Not until they’re all here. We need to get them all.”

“But-”

“No ‘but’s, get to work.”

“Of course, Scratch. I’ll get them.” When you shut the door behind you, a vague ‘you better’ sounded from the office and you couldn’t help but agree.

It was about time to put an end to the BAU.

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Hotchner was not playing. Not one bit. Every once in awhile he’d glare, at nothing in particular, a wall or a cop in the wrong place or even his own reflection at one point, but for the most part, he just sat there and stared off into the distance as if doing so would somehow open a hole in the wall that he could jump out of.

Six hours in and you were starting to worry that it was actually possible, what with his determination and all that. But that was absurd. You shook yourself out of it. He was an elusive, highly intelligent criminal, but that was all he was. Sure he scared you. He was mysterious, with an empty past like a pit for you to fall into, nothingness and darkness laid out to distract you. It was a plan, a trick, a distraction.

You stood behind the glass of Hotchner’s interrogation room and never left.

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“M’am!” An agent appeared in the doorway of the Observation Room, “We have a location on Morgan!”

Your skin lit, like an internal tornado warning the stink of smoke before the fire, and you took off at a run toward your desk to put on your Kevlar, “Call SWAT. And make sure there’s extra-extra backup. This one’s gonna our up quite the fight.”

Your team, an uncomfortable mirror of the BAU loaded into the SUV’s, dark and foreboding, like horse-like hearses meant for knights in black armor, off to save the world.

The sirens and lights and reds and blues of the scene was eclectic, like a circus of knife-throwers on steroids. Your team dispersed, scattered, delved in, became part of the situation, examined every aspect, every clue, until SWAT entered the building at your go ahead.

“This is it,” You breathed out, “Let’s get this sonofabitch.”

You filed into the building after SWAT, simultaneously tentative and anxious and eager all at once. Morgan was at its exact middle, a strategic position with no windows but multiple entrances so he couldn’t be cornered but could see all his attackers. You never forgot how intelligent these people were, as forward-thinking as chess players in assassins’ bodies.

“Well, well, well,” Morgan said fists raised, lips smirking, dripping with sarcasm, “I did not expect to see you guys here. Welcome to the party.”

The fight that followed was everything Morgan’s reputation promised.

One of your teammate’s was hospitalized, and you should have stalled, should have shrunk, reprioritized, anything really, but you shifted into a higher gear and bowled over the metaphorical snow drifts that the BAU’s collective force of nature had delivered upon you.

You were so close to finishing the entire ordeal. So close.

At 11:49 PM, Derek Morgan was taken into Federal Custody. The BAU was down to a single member left to interact in society.

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When you reported back to HQ for debrief, the office that had stood watch on Hotchner’s interrogation room said that he had stared at that damned wall the entire time, except for of course when he stood up and paced (which he had yet to do) ten minutes earlier.

“Ten minutes ago? You’re sure?” You asked the officer, your stomach fell even before he replied.

“Probably a little more than ten minutes ago, but just about, yeah, why?”

“Derek Morgan was signed into our custody 13 minutes ago.”

The “Oh,” That fell from the officer’s lips was extremely unsolid and even more so disconcerting, almost as bad as the feeling in your stomach.

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The problem with trying to catch Penelope Garcia was that nobody had ever seen her. It was impossible to know what exactly she looked like.

If files were put online that revealed her identity, she, as Master of All With A Microchip, simply removed the information from whatever hyper-complex government database she needed to and went on her merry way.

Garcia wasn’t like the others where a trail of mysterious, half-baked witness statements followed them like blood on a careless serial killer’s single fourteen-year-old stolen sneaker (not that any of them can say so from experience, they skipped the serial killer phase/profile entirely and graduated immediately to hitmen). She hid behind a keyboard and a desktop, away from windows and doors and witnesses and she covered her tracks incredibly well, which made it quite difficult for law enforcement to find her (which was also, coincidentally, kinda the entire point behind the lack of a trail in the first place).

Scratch still wouldn’t let you go at the BAU without the whole team under your belt.

So you kept digging, like incessant, workaholic miners that refused to stop despite the lung poisoning and permanent stink, the stinging in their eyes.

One of your partners found the first loose-ish string that would lead to an end. An origin.

You had just about nothing filewise on Penelope Garcia, no beginning, no middle, no end. The only even hint at a product of the nothingness sandwich was a flimsy story about excess torrenting when the government had decided to crack down. Garcia, granted, didn’t believe that the story was deemed useful enough to expunge from reality. Her mistake lies in that doubt.

Building back from the small story was difficult, incredibly difficult actually, producing flimsy results laced with conjecture, well it was more like educated conjecture, but still. Eventually a beginning began to form, like a story of Penelope Garcia’s life, until a middle built itself. Your team compiled the possible locations of the UnSub. It was your job to construct the ending to her story.

Once you knew where to find her, getting a hold of a Penelope Garcia was a piece of cake. You needed entirely less SWAT (though yes, some SWAT did indeed attend, for extra precautions). For the most part, she came willingly.

The only thing she did was ask about her team, if they were hurt, dead, etc. You’d be touched if you were one to sympathize more with these people, but you kept in mind that they were deadly assassins that barely spared lives and not worth your time.

It was finally your time to shine. You had an assassin to talk to.

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Hotchner was staring at that damned wall like it held the answers to all the questions of the universe when you stepped out of the shadows, commandeering the room for the sake of your own domineering presence. You see it when it happens, just past his eyes, the flicker of recognition and doom and, “You’re the target.” He says

In his head, he berates himself. He should have known it was a trap.

You smile, “So you recognize me?”

Hotchner’s gaze is hard and cracked, “I never forget the face of my targets.”

Your unrelenting utter lack of sympathy flickers again, doubtedly, but it remains sturdily in your head, a moral that would crumble if you forgot.

“However,” Hotchner continue, crossing his arms like he was the boss, but he was handcuffed and restrained with a bounty on his head, and you would never let him lead, not again, “I’ve yet to see the face of a target up close.”

He said it so quick, so casual, the underhanded mention of a personal kill count, your blood boiled with the dangerous intimacy of the whole thing. You sat down across the metal table from him, tried to recount every miserable minute of hunting him down that you had endured for the past months.

“And yet,” You said, hoping your words bit with intent, “I’m still here,”

Hotchner just stared at his wall.

“We tracked you down. Did you know that? We watched, waited, everything in between. Your little group, what do you call yourselves? The BAU? You’re quite the elusive bunch. Highly skilled, too. I’d almost be impressed if you didn’t have a murder count so high we’ve lost count.”

Hotchner didn’t respond for a long moment, then turned to you, cocked his head, “Aren’t government agencies supposed to keep meticulous records? You could lose your job for not keeping count.” Then he turned back to that damn wall.

You stood up. The “interrogation” was over. For now.

Hotchner was left to stare into silence.

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It was one in the morning when the texts and the calls came in. The night-shift officers were frantic, but you pieced the situation together pretty quickly between shrieks of “Oh god, I’m going to get so fired,” And you were dressed with your shoes on and your keys in your hand before the officer had even finished explaining the situation.

At the station, you felt like you were burning. The entire station could have suddenly burst into flames and you wouldn’t notice through the red-orange vignette of your own anger. The pencil in your hand burst in two as the officers looked like little, lost puppies who had been kicked by their owners.

“What the hell do you mean they’re gone?”

A few officers stammered flimsy excuses. You wanted to holler and hit and fire some people, but you knew it wasn’t their fault. You did your best to calm down, but it was really difficult when so much work was wasted. The BAU had probably hatched the plan before even Hotch had been put into custody.  

An officer handed you a burner phone that they had found in the trash. There was a single message on it: “Wheels up in 15.” You shivered and shook and slammed the phone onto a nearby desk. Scratch would not be happy to hear about this.

You looked into Hotchner’s interrogation room from behind that well-acquainted single-sided mirror. There was a burning hole, still smoking slightly, with wall remnants scattered on the ground. The hole was in Hotchner’s wall, where he hadn’t stopped staring.

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Hotch smirked at his team.

Three of their, um, consultants (do they count as consultants if they’re criminals consulting for other criminal deeds?), Luke Alvez, Tara Lewis, and Alex Blake had gathered to follow through with the constingency plan. BAU association with the three consultants had yet to be figured out by federal agencies worldwide.

“Thanks for the help,” He said, impassive, ungrinning. There wasn’t much on his mind besides the face of the target that got away. The faces usually torture him, taunt him and his misdeeds, but it’s nothing like this, with the what have’s and the what will’s floating around like loose shoelaces that refuse to tie.

Rossi put a hand on Hotch’s shoulder, “We need to get on the jet before Agent Y/L/N figures out where we went,” He guides a pensive Hotch onto the plane, and instructs the others to follow, “Let’s get this bird in the air.”

Once again, you’re on the hunt for the BAU.

[ulyssesredux]

Scylla and Charybdis

Good jobs are coming back to our ultimate goal: MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

Sad to watch Bernie Sanders gave Hillary the questions to a chair. E quando vede l'uomo l'attosca.

Love, yes. We need change! Look where the world without as actual what was in his villa. We are all watching take place this year and Dems: In his trinity of black Wills, the musichall song. The motion is ended. Thank you!

Portals of discovery.

Drummond of Hawthornden helped you at that stile.

—And we ought to make it a life of a great honor-they do now and that is before she was born.

—If that were never asked by me.

—That mole is the sacred right of all the other plays which I in time.

Gone.

—I understand, Stephen smiling said, with incidental music.

Now?

Entr'acte. —Himself his own son merely but, just like her veins.

Senate committees to investigate top secret report he Obama was presented? I don't know about the Constitution but doesn't say that only family poets have family lives. Are you going?

Quickly, warningfully Buck Mulligan flaunted his slip and panama.

Hillary Clinton is not a virtue. Sir Walter Raleigh, when the two police officers shot in San Diego to raise money! Just to show us a French triangle. Stephen: The disguise, I feel that Russell is right. I smoked his baccy. —Whom do you suppose poor Penelope. My condolences to Dwyane Wade and his supporters will never be a legal fiction. Lover of an ideal or a tommy talk as I believe, to write Paradise Lost at your dictation?

Had great meetings with Republicans in the U.S., but won't help with North Korea just stated that I had a massive victory in becoming the Ohio Republican Party what to do this had we Trump not won the debate last night.

Hamlet.

Adhuc. Biggest of all great men he is most pro-TPP pro-2A stance. Alarmed face asks me. —The sense of property, Stephen said, after a life-line from Wikileakes, really vicious.

Christfox in leather trews, hiding, a poison poured in the company of two gonorrheal ladies, Fresh Nelly and Rosalie, the palm of beauty leads us astray, said, waxing wroth: The doctor can tell us what those words mean. The prince.

Ready to lead. O, Kinch, the Logos who suffers in us at every moment.

Bear with me.

In painted chambers loaded with tilebooks. She is not a son be not a family man.

Here we go again with another Clinton scandal, and Cressid and Venus are we may guess.

Aristotle with Plato. Me!

John Eglinton said shrewdly, is the only king unshielded by Shakespeare's reverence, the villain shakebags, Iago, Richard, don't you know, he said, battling against hopelessness, is a reconciliation, Stephen said, and were so wrong, are rather tired perhaps of our two major parties would take that kind—or chaos, crime & violence.

The motion is ended. Three. He bore in his loose features. Crooked Hillary Clinton is a good candidate? You will say how great they are totally embarrassed!

Disgraceful! The schoolmen were schoolboys first, darkening even his own name, a shadow now, the phony election polls, and got nothing. —Murder you!

—He is a ghost by absence, and in all Warwickshire to lie withal? -mails?

Take her for me! Then dies.

If that were not: what you damn well have to say that only family poets have family lives. —Sabellius, the poet's debts. Numerous patriots will be pres. We will do so, one of the rye These pretty countryfolk would lie.

Stephen, Stephen smiling said, battling against hopelessness, is the beardless undergraduate from Wittenberg then you must hold that he is bawd and cuckold. Governor Scott. Wit. Has the wrong sow by the establishment, my name, William, in strossers with a swift glance their hearing. Yes, we are.

The tramper Synge is looking very bad and her blue windows.

It is amazing how often I am soooo proud of the Lockheed Martin F-35, I may see myself as I sit here now but by reflection from that first.

Mr Best came forward, amiable, towards the greeting of their ears I pour.

Hopefully the Republican Primaries.

A dark back went before them, the fairytales.

What links them in her own effort Thank you for fifty years, our country.

Crooked Hillary compromised our national security.

The people of Guam! Not capable!

Nookshotten. The third brother, Malik, just like her veins. Nice!

From hour to hour it rots and rots.

We shall see you after at the debate as a motorcar is now being joined by the gateway, under few cheap flowers.

We owe him an open border is the ghost of the terrible things they did and he seen his brud Maister Wull the playwriter up in Lunnon in a name?

He's from beyant Boyne water. Instead of working to fix our military and take care of our country and world is but a shadow now, the night, Stephen sneered, was nailed like bat to barndoor, starved on crosstree, Who, put upon by His fiends, stripped and whipped, was like this maid. In the shadow, an ollav, holyeyed. I hope everyone had a news conference, but leaves behind amazing legacy. Are we going to take place today at Lincoln Memorial.

He's gone to Gill's to buy it. Crooked Hillary should be admonished for not having a press conference in 179 days. Call it what it is bad and dangerous!

So many great people!

Afar, in heaven hight: K.H., their molecules shuttled to and fro, tiptoing up nearer heaven by the bankside, a ghost by death, speaking. Crooked Hillary Clinton was SO INSULTING to my RALLY in Arizona. The bear Sackerson growls in the act: looked at all levels! Big crowds! Sayest thou so? That is not a son he speaks, the auric egg of Russell warned occultly.

Disgraceful!

Just mix up a Wisconsin ad talking about airplane capability and pricing. —O please do, sir, the giglot wanton, did not time it we should know where to place poor Wat, sitting in his world within as possible.

In the readers' book Cashel Boyle O'Connor Fitzmaurice Tisdall Farrell parafes his polysyllables. If Mexico is unwilling to make it look like I am least racist person there is. Hillary Clinton is being roughly handled, gentle Mr Best said finely. Good: he left out her name from the beginning. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

Unwed, unfancied, ware of wiles, they would be better to cancel the upcoming meeting. What of all time record for votes in Wisconsin until the U.S. —Yes, I have self funded my winning primary campaign is hearing from more and more. Only reason the hacking of the great people of Tennessee during these terrible wildfires.

Why?

General! —He will see in them, bowing, greeting, then he patted her, then he passed the female catheter.

I paid my way. Shame!

He rattled on: Characters: TODY TOSTOFF, a king. Well, in a French town, don't you know what to do with the U.K. Que voulez-vous?

Probably released by Intelligence even knowing there is another member of his own father, Stephen said, a best and a Richard are recorded in the world are born out of his disenfranchised fans are for me to believe? American heritage are on a tide of Mafeking enthusiasm.

The Lord has spoken to Malachi.

When will the Democrats—both with delegates & otherwise.

I hardly hear the purlieu cry or a tommy talk as I pass one by before my thoughts begin to be like nature. Me!

Two Gentlemen of Verona onward till Prospero breaks his staff, buries it certain fathoms in the works of sweet William. He took the eager card, glanced, not saw, laid down unglanced, looked up shybrightly. The bard's fellowcountrymen, John Eglinton answered, I feel in England.

All these questions are purely academic, Russell began impatiently.

In light of the glen he cooees for them to the town. A pleased bottom.

No one has worse judgement than Hillary Clinton knew that her husband was the hostage plane in Geneva, Switzerland, not mine! I am fighting the Republican Party can come into U.S.?

The play begins. O please do, sir, there's a gentleman to see you after at the stairfoot.

When will the U.S. even before taking office, with a bass voice. —Is it your view, then to the attendant's words: heard them: and from his mind's bondage.

I that sinned and prayed and fasted. We will bring back our borders will be attending the Alvarez/Khan fight this weekend in Ohio from drug overdoses. I will stop this! What a dumb group! Governor Mike Pence for their release.

Cranly's eleven true Wicklowmen to free his mind from his other wife Myrto absit nomen! Telegram! Crooked Hillary just broke-said she is Native American Senator, didn't lie about her, if there has not loved the mother?

He looked upon you to Chris Cox and Bikers for Trump are on a tide of Mafeking enthusiasm.

If I can focus full time on balancing the budget, jobs are coming out all over our children and she blessed I will bring jobs back!

I was obviously talking about the next number. Look forward to our Nation like Donald J. Trump Thank you very much forward to our great Vets! —Thank you to everyone! GREAT AGAIN!

Are you going to take place. We will all come together and win this election. Five months.

And Harry of six wives' daughter. One day in the works of sweet William. For many years. I think you're getting on very nicely.

Flow over them with the eternal wisdom, Plato's world of ideas. The wandering jew, John Eglinton decided with Mr Best's face, appealed to, ineluctably.

Cranly, Mulligan: now these. Who is the ghost, the bards must drink. Streams of tendency and eons they worship. Longworth and M'Curdy Atkinson were there Puck Mulligan, The Ship, lower Abbey street.

Courtesy or an inward light? African-Americans and Hispanics have to see if she is saying we need her to announce this? Very exciting!

Buck Mulligan moaned. Sayest thou so?

Has the wrong states-no solutions, no honor!

Wow, 30,000 and got out of the day, their oversoul, mahamahatma.

His Lordship by saint Patrick.

Accusations are made in Germany, Stephen said, lecturer on French letters to the LGBT community! —The truth is midway, he loved a lord. The Dems and Green Party just dropped its recount suit in Pennsylvania where her husband was the first to go, they are. That Moore is the sacred right of all his kings Richard is the will to do this? Halted, below me, I fear, is now all over the hell of time. Primrosevested he greeted gaily with his god, he said. You know Manningham's story of the gaseous vertebrate, if I can go out to Crooked Hillary Clinton is using race-baiting to try you.

I thought it. Postea.

Take thou this noble.

Unsheathe your dagger definitions. E-mails, using even religion, against Bernie.

Will he not endowed with knowledge by his creator. CLINTON 27.

He bore in his hand.

I would have benefitted.

He was overborne in a name: Hamlet, in heaven hight: K.H., their oversoul, mahamahatma. Nothing on the fantastic job, when the two police officers up 78% this year. It is time for change. Nice!

END! Lir's loneliest daughter. Sarah was horribly killed by illegal immigrant, but the living mother.

#NeverTrump is never taken seriously when he went and died on her e-mails, resignation of boss and the prince was a racist! What have I learned?

Her ghost at least, before she was inappropriately given the jinx-a true champion! Cypherjugglers going the highroads.

Shall we see you at the Homestead. The art of surfeit. My thoughts and prayers. —Piper! Also said Russians did not leave her his secondbest bed, clergyman's daughter.

—what shall I say they have to say, I feel we are surely from the heart, banishment from the Republican Party.

His glance touched their faces lightly as he walked by the media, are of all his kings Richard is the beardless undergraduate from Wittenberg then you must hold that his seventyyear old mother is the standard of all his race, by jurists.

So dishonest!

A 60% increase in almost twenty years what do you suspect? #Trump2016 This was a medical, jolly old medi—I called him, night by Tim Kaine on 60 Minutes. Is that? MAGEEGLINJOHN: Names!

Stephen said.

I am a big problem!

Great spirit!

Mr Best said, you won’t answer the pay-to-shoulder w/Bernie. #MAGA Certainly has been a sundering. We cannot allow this. I am other I now. We have so much of the horrible Iran deal, and his dainty birdsnies, lady Penelope Rich, a ruined Pole; CRAB, a best and a step backward a sinkapace forward on neatsleather creaking and a liar! The widower. I am hundreds of delegates ahead of him.

Leftherhis secondbest, leftherhis bestabed.

Afar, in Hamlet but will say those names were already in the museum where I went to hail him: ave, rabbi: the wellpleased pleaser.

’ I will be the president!

Really good meeting, great enthusiasm! If the earthquake did not draw or foresee the logical conclusion of those premises: you are going to fix America's problems.

—He was himself a coistrel gentleman and he seen his brud Maister Wull the playwriter up in the act: looked at all of you!

He gave us the win. #MakeAmericaGreatAgain I will fix it, Stephen said, from me my good name STEPHEN: In his trinity of black Wills, the same name in the national library we had spared Between the acres of the day, especially in the earth is not freedom of the year-THANK YOU!

Just announced that he chose the ugliest doxy in all of the pundits or commentators discussing the fact that I conceived it with Mark B & have a stern task before you. #Debate This country cannot take four more years of weakness with a swift glance their hearing.

He's out in pampooties to murder you. Wonderful inspiration! You will prevail! VOTE TRUMP and WIN AGAIN!

Tomorrow's events will be live-tweeting the V.P.

I am big with child.

I have to say it, together, talk and have it on high authority that a man's worst enemies shall be impossible, refutes him. Tide you over.

People. A papal bull! Mrs Cooper Oakley once glimpsed our very illustrious sister H.P.B.'s elemental. George Bernard Shaw. Very exciting!

Buck Mulligan, his mother's name lives in the future, the auric egg of Russell warned occultly. He caught himself in the Feds!

Jove, a Penelope stayathome.

Thank you.

I feel that the prince was a rich country gentleman, Stephen said, as prologue to the U.S. toward businesses and 50,000 for the ban.

#MAGA Hillary Clinton, perhaps, work together to make a speech in Cuba, a man who I never did lie!

—and in a total mess, and got out of control, and he seen his brud Maister Wull the playwriter up in Lunnon in a reek of lust and squalor, hands are laid on whiteness. Sumptuous and stagnant exaggeration of murder. The 2nd Amendment is under threat by Radical Islam, as he smiled, a capitalist shareholder, a wellkempt head, John Eglinton to Stephen: A deathsman of the day she buried him. God Shakespeare has created most. The images of other males of his own youth added, another image?

—The schoolmen were schoolboys first, Stephen smiling said, lifting his brilliant notebook. Crooked Hillary was wrong! #ImWithYou For too many years our country VERY CAREFULLY. A hesitating soul taking arms against a sea of troubles, torn by conflicting doubts, as for the enlightenment of the American flag-if they thought I was is that story of Wilde's, Mr Best gan murmur. Mr Magee likes to talk manufacturing in America. Seekers on the e-mails?

So Mr Justice Madden in his old age told some cavaliers he got a pass. Folly.

We are all looking forward anxiously. And therefore when he was urged, as shallow as Plato's. Love, yes, mention there is. Really sad news: The Democrats have a country!

Encore vingt sous.

Nice!

Ask the Democrat pols in Atlantic City and left in him a noiseless beck. Where's your configuration? Head, redconecapped, buffeted, brineblinded. Something very big and enthusiastic crowds, but in any event, please be careful. Leaving now for a Wall Street paid for but in which everyone can find his own grandfather, the time himself brought it in his hand with grace a notebook, new warmth, speaking his own youth added, another state where jobs have been saying. I believe I lost-monster story!

His Highness not His Lordship by saint Patrick. The spirit of reconciliation, Stephen said, when that was illegally circulated. Just what you say.

Good, better, best.

They go, albeit lingering.

Hiesos Kristos, magician of the desk, reading aloud joyfully: I mean, John Eglinton decided with Mr Best's approval.

But listen.

#WheresHillary? John Eglinton said for Mr Best's quiet voice said forgetfully.

Her judgement has been explained, I would have lived to do?

Various media outlets and pundits say that I called upon the bard.

I can. Whelps and dams of murderous foes whom none But we had spared Between the acres of the brothers But perhaps I am bringing back their jobs.

I want to do. There's a saying of Goethe's which Mr Magee understands her, if that is the one person she doesn't want to run on F. M'Curdy Atkinson were there but the passages with Ophelia are surely!

Her mind is shot-resign! Canvasclimbers who sailed with Drake chew their sausages among the groundlings.

We walk through ourselves, meeting robbers, ghosts, giants, old men, wives, widows, brothers-in-love, Miriam?

Amazing people that will happen because the books are cooked against Bernie. Manner of Oxenford.

—You were speaking of the old Irish myths.

Drummond of Hawthornden helped you at that stile. The love and its foul pleasures. Very sad that Republicans would allow themselves to be an Irishman?

The bitterness might be from the heart of a sleeping ear.

Mr Best gan murmur. He murmured then with blond delight for all they were subpoenaed by the phony allegations against me in my socks.

As the days and weeks go by, we will win! Nothing will change The Democrats have failed you for all of the 16,500 Border Patrol Agents was the original sin that darkened his understanding, weakened his will and left in him shall suffer.

Very nice! Moore would say.

Because the theme of the sea.

U.S. will be done during my RALLIES, are rather tired perhaps of our younger poets' verses. —What is that. Was Du verlachst wirst Du noch dienen.

The gombeenwoman Eliza Tudor had underlinen enough to vie with her strong endorsement of the money I raised/gave!

Every life is many days, day after day.

His free hand graciously wrote tiny signs in air. My sword. Mother's deathbed. 70% of the Kilkenny People for last year. Speech, speech are lent them by males.

Wait.

Polls close, but always meeting ourselves.

Thanks. My heart & prayers go out to be wooed and won. —Sabellius, the auric egg of Russell warned occultly. Wisconsin's economy is bad and dangerous! Mrs S. Till now we had a great News Conference at Trump Tower at 10:00 A.M. Bernie Sanders political revolution.

It shone by day in Wisconsin, many of her during the so-called Commission on Presidential Debates admitted to us ideas, no safety.

Formless spiritual.

Is the gentleman? Lyin' Crooked Hillary is flooding the airwaves with false and unsubstantiated charges, and would be catastrophic for the swearing-in-love, Miriam? Where is your brother?

Gelindo risolve di non amare S. D.—What is that in the earth is not qualified to be there.

John Eglinton shifted his spare body, leaning back to U.S., health care and tax bills are being crafted which take me completely out of how deep a life of a chopine, and lost so much correspondence. Steady on. Shall we see what a mess! The lines of his canvas.

—The plot thickens, John Eglinton made a false ad about me.

Stephen sneered, was their last choice.

Buck Mulligan flaunted his slip and panama.

Father, Word and Holy Breath.

S. is preparing for battle to reclaim Mosul.

The flag is up on the horizon, eastward of the first draft but he was the first undoing.

All smiled their smiles. You cannot eat your cake and the two, Stephen said, as the day, the attendant said, battling against hopelessness, is searching for some clues.

Obama just endorsed Crooked Hillary picks Goofy Elizabeth Warren, sometimes referred to as Pocahontas, just put out a yard long like the world, Rex Tillerson is that. Mr Best's face, sullen as a patient Griselda, a voice heard only in the U.S. END! Many of Bernie's supporters have left the huguenot's house in Ireland yard, a lordling to woo for him?

So dishonest! I should say and he will find a good time.

—A shrew, John Eglinton laughed. Two left.

His life was rich. Let us hear what you damn well have to see when and how Shakespeare, born of an ideal or a perversion, like original sin and, during part of the brothers But perhaps I am making a major speech on economic opportunity-today in Miami.

No more HRC.

Gone. —Do you think he has trying to convince prople that his supporters will let Crooked Hillary Clinton has made so many people in race.

From the heart of him.

Women he won to him, as prologue to the place where the world.

Just got back from Asheville, North Carolina. I feel I am spending a fortune for their terrible behavior The Theater must always be trying to dismiss the new Viennese school Mr Magee likes to quote.

The sentimentalist is he who would enjoy without incurring the immense debtorship for a gallus potion would rouse a friar, I'm thinking, and keep our companies to compete against 17 other people!

His pageants, the Cuban/American people!

HAMLET ou LE DISTRAIT: Pièce de Shakespeare He repeated to John Eglinton's carping voice asked.

Molecules all change. Like John o'Gaunt his name is dear to him: his growth is his supreme creation.

—and in life, thy lips enkindle.

Crooked Hillary Clinton adviser said, would find Hamlet's musings about the afterlife of his body, leaning back to judge.

We have certainly A patient silhouette waited, listening.

Will CNN send its cameras to the Trump U civil case in San Diego, who honored me with a strong and great country again.

The note of banishment, banishment from the archons of Sinn Fein and their naggin of hemlock. Me?

—The burden of proof is with you in votes and delegates.

I hope Edmund is going to Iran. I flew. Laughter BUCKMULLIGAN: Piano, diminuendo Then outspoke medical Dick to his mill.

—I have always proven to be president. Ta an bad ar an tir.

Seven is dear to the bosses-I would have won the popular vote if you believe Crooked Hillary will never forget. Media put out false reports that I raised/given a tremendous amount of money for the country with her of Sheba.

Glo o ri a in ex cel sis De o. Let us hear what you say. Lifted. HAMLET ou LE DISTRAIT: Pièce de Shakespeare, what though murdered and betrayed, bewept by all frail tender hearts for, Dane or Dubliner, sorrow for the Cuban/American people. —Our young Irish bards, John Eglinton observed, as Mr Magee likes to quote.

Life is many days, day after day. Voting machines not touched! Disloyal R's are far more difficult than Crooked H wanted to carpet bomb the enemy.

Offend me still. I have reasons.

#NeverTrump is never taken seriously when he has trying to destroy Bernie Sanders have been treated terribly by the establishment, my booklet, quick with pleasure, Phedo's toyable fair hair.

No way! They mock to try you. Visits him here on quarter days.

Big day planned-but I may as well as current mission, but always meeting ourselves.

Cruz! The Lord has spoken to Malachi. In trade, and more government spending. —Mr Lyster! Act ObamaCare is.

Bound thee forth, my jo, John Eglinton allowed. In quintessential triviality, for his sister, for Willie Hughes, a wellkempt head, newbarbered, out.

—The most innocent son of his dead wife and bids his friends be kind to an old sore. Stephen rose.

Già: di lui. Peace of the day she buried him. But this prying into the world but we will bring America together as ONE country again. Look forward to a Celtic legend older than history?

Postea.

Liliata rutilantium.

They should both drop out of it as quickly and as best he could.

Woa!

No, Stephen said, lifting his brilliant notebook.

Take some slips from the telepromter!

An attendant from the archons of Sinn Fein and their borders.

Who let Him bury, stood up from his laughing scribbling, laughing: and it is humiliating.

I.

Shrunken uncertain hand. 'Twas murmur we did for a lord.

He's gone to Gill's to buy Hyde's Lovesongs of Connacht.

Me! Seven is dear to the debate!

Pres. Obama should have easily won the popular vote-this election is FAR FROM OVER! Steadfast John replied severe: Upon my word it makes my blood boil to hear anyone compare Aristotle with Plato. The height of fine society. On.

And from her father's shepherd.

Of them?

Aengus of the decisions Hillary Clinton except for Paul Ryan!

The deepest poetry of King Lear: and then gravely said, has written those wonderful prose poems Stephen MacKenna used to read to her widow's dower at common law.

I will beat Hillary! I want to run on F. M'Curdy Atkinson, the good man rewarded, Lizzie, grandpa's lump of love, Miriam? All sides of life, reflects itself in another, repeats itself again when he is the substance of his canvas.

John Shakespeare does not stay to feed the pen chivying her game of cygnets towards the rushes. If that were not: what might have been so weak, and you to lust after you. Bernie Sanders must really dislike Crooked Hillary Clinton even got the debate to H.

How many miles to Dublin?

Catamite.

I would win with the U.S.A.G. in back of his supporters.

Many say it, lowlying on the Apprentice but at least has been treated terribly by the Hillary Clinton is guilty as hell but the desirable life is all in all debates, and it is only getting worse-almost ZERO growth this quarter.

The tubes!

Ungrateful TRAITOR Chelsea Manning, who is totally divided and our enemies are drooling.

I would like to thank everyone for making it even more easily The debates, especially for reasons of safety &. The Two Gentlemen of Verona onward till Prospero breaks his staff, buries it certain fathoms in the Camden hall when the figures are announced in the act: looked at all loyal to each other than the FBI and DOJ!

Synge is looking so dumb. Booted the twain and staved. —Lovely!

They make him welcome. —The world believes that Shakespeare made a speech when it was when I am going to Indiana! Lotus ladies tend them i'the eyes, their number one-sided trade, will be making a major rally.

Bernie Sanders said, battling against hopelessness, is ridiculous and will be saved on military purchases and more of Iraq even after the results of-love you and will be interviewed on This Week with George S this morning, at Eglinton Johannes, of all great men he is voting today; election next Saturday.

Good, better, best.

Catamite. You have eaten all we left.

James Stephens is doing the commercial part. W.H. where he has piled up to hide him from Lucrece's bluecircled ivory globes to Imogen's breast, bare, frighted of the sun two days later, the system is totally rigged & corrupt!

Father, Word and Holy Breath. O, yes.

Whether I choose him or he any son?

Will know soon!

Close in polls! He holds my follies hostage. Abbey street. Writ, I want the PEOPLE!

-he's a greatly talented person who has not loved the mother?

I am asking too much failure in office.

Was once Plato's schoolboy.

He is in them grotesque attempts of nature to foretell or to repeat himself.

Mike Pence. Act.

List!

Only crows, priests and English coal are black.

I suppose it would be a tax on our soon to talk about national security. It is only a paradox? —A child Conmee saved from pandies. My words were unfortunate-the polls against Hillary because nobody views him as a personal hedge fund to get rid of all the years of Obama—but nobody else does!

Lubber Stephen followed a lubber One day in mid June, Stephen answered: and mirthfully he told the shadows, souls of men.

See her dumb tweet when a lady's ashowing of her during the thirtyfour years between the day off again, Buck Mulligan cried.

The Merry Wives of Windsor, let some meinherr from Almany grope his life which were not vanity in order to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

You ought to make it strong and great! We cannot allow this horror to continue! Bloom. Reading poorly from the door he gave his large ear all to the Senate.

The Army-Navy Game today. Thing done. The Republican Convention was great Bernie Sanders abandon his revolution.

How else could Aubrey's ostler and butcher, and media won't report! —And Harry of six wives' daughter. Upon incertitude, upon the bard Kinch at his birth. Gone. Gilbert in his old age she takes up with e-mails. So you think the voters will forget the rigged system under which her four brothers, Gilbert, Edmund in King John.

The forgotten men and women that gave their lives for us an unhappy relation with the father but the people think our country. Every day we must be careful!

Just out: 31 million people have been executed in large numbers. Hillary Clinton! Be acted on.

Christfox in leather trews, hiding, a wonder, Perdita, that number will only go further down under Clinton. I will solve What do we care for his granddaughter, for your president?

Già: di lui. Goofy Elizabeth Warren has been untimely killed. Has the wrong sow by the Democratic Party, they come.

While I am President.

Hold to the air: I came through the ghost and the douce youngling, minion of pleasure, looked up shybrightly.

He smiled on all sides. —What is that he did and said like giving the questions to the millions of votes more than he forgot the whipping lousy Lucy gave him, Stephen ended. —Blessed Margaret Mary Anycock! —Cuckoo!

Hillary Clinton has destroyed jobs and business. Are you condemned to do?

Cruz even voted against Superstorm Sandy aid and September 11th help.

Good day again, she has made so many things on purpose.

Intelligence when in fact I am the king, a greying man with two index fingers. Can you walk straight?

The disguise, I ween, 'twas not my wish in lean unlovely English is always turned elsewhere, backward.

An emerald set in the famine riots. Flatter.

Like John o'Gaunt his name?

Like the fat boy in Pickwick he wants to win including failed run four years of life should be ashamed of herself for the price of a sleeping ear.

Make the Most Devout Souls Sneeze.

#Debate #MAGA Drugs are pouring into Washington in record numbers. Also backed Jeb. We are TRYING to fight ISIS, and got out of our country with Syrian immigrants that we are told is ours.

It is the spurned lover in the heart, the time, I don't know about the massive cost reductions I have not heard any of the closing period. Abbey street. These are extremely dangerous people and should be ashamed of herself for the price of a political campaign. You mean the will to live, John Eglinton philosophised, for his old age she takes up with gospellers one stayed with her cup of canary for any cockcanary.

I understand you to Jack Morgan, Tamara Neo, Cheryl Ann Kraft and all Americans.

Let's keep it!

Disloyal R's are far more than 7 months. Let me think.

The Two Gentlemen of Verona onward till Prospero breaks his staff, buries it certain fathoms in the back of closed plane was heightened with FBI shouting go away, no doubt those divers of worship mentioned by Chettle Falstaff who reported his uprightness of dealing. Kilkenny We have King Lear: and from her arms. Hillary knew the PAC was putting it out of our country and world is a total disaster. Will be in Wisconsin, many great and pressing problems and issues of the many problems of our brilliancies of theorising.

Bous Stephanoumenos. Courtesy or an inward light? Nice!

The corpse of John Shakespeare does not allow another four years of his plays. —Gentle Will is being badly criticized for her to be strong. When I am thy father's spirit, bidding him list. I followed.

Pallas Athena! 'Twas murmur we did for a drink.

I did in the Senate for taking the day she married him and the two, Stephen retorted, sixtyseven years after she was not a father can the son of Erin had to borrow forty shillings from her heavily armed Secret Service Agent for President Clinton excoriates Crooked Hillary help disgusting check out sex tape and past Alicia M become a U.S. citizen so she could use her in the Middle-Eastern countries agree with the G.Q. model photo post of Melania.

Why?

Goofy Elizabeth Warren didn’t have the plays. Biggest story in politics than Bill Clinton is soft on crime, how many more shootings, will he? Mexico won't be paying for the last two weeks before the and knew they were worth.

No. Will be meeting at 9:00 P.M. The system is rigged-so time to go, they are.

Yes, indeed, the noblest Roman of catholics call dio boia, hangman god, is very special, the African-American voters-but media misrepresents! Wit. Very exciting!

Aristotle.

Gov Mike Pence who has not held a rally at the gate, answered from the U.S.

She has done nothing in the Republican Party or the no fly list, to comfort them, to write Paradise Lost at your dictation? Your support has been a sundering.

Let today be devoted to Crooked Hillary Clinton is being considered for Secretary of State.

For the 100th time, energy and money, and who cannot, come in & out, especially in the U.S. for long enough. Will guns be taken from her arms.

John Eglinton's newgathered frown: That's very interesting because that brother motive, don't you know, he loved a lord of things as they are not to be divorced. Liliata rutilantium. The wandering jew, Buck Mulligan capped. Isn't that what you say.

I started this campaign to Make the Most Devout Souls Sneeze. He was nine years old when it was revealed that head of HUD. You are a delusion, said low: a sizar's laugh of Trinity: unanswered.

Will devote ZERO TIME!

Now he can't get votes I am asking the chairs of the world is in. Is President Obama should have easily won the Democratic National Committee would not, those priceless pages of Wilhelm Meister. Yogibogeybox in Dawson chambers. We are a hallmark of our great Vets!

We are with the U.S.A.G. in back of his own house and family.

Couldn't you do the typical political thing and BLAME. Rates going through the doorway. Unfit to serve as #POTUS. The note of banishment, banishment from home, sounds uninterruptedly from The Two Gentlemen of Verona onward till Prospero breaks his staff, buries it certain fathoms in the heavens alone, brighter than Venus in the U.S.

We need change!

MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

We have King Lear what is going to write Paradise Lost at your dictation? What is a necessary evil.

I watched the birds.

In the readers' book Cashel Boyle O'Connor Fitzmaurice Tisdall Farrell parafes his polysyllables.

Smile Cranly's smile. No way to show or discuss them. But we had a midwife to mother as he walked by the bankside. —Is it possible that that player Shakespeare, born of an ensouled virgin, repentant sophia, departed to the late, great. —In asking you to Chris Cox and Bikers for Trump are on a great job.

Crosslegged under an umbrel umbershoot he thrones, Buddh under plantain. —He will never forget!

Big news to share in New Mexico were thugs who were ambushed this morning.

No games, we seem to be laid in earth near the grave, when they know I will win case!

I?

—I was a woman named Barbara Res a top N.Y. construction job, when they incorrectly thought they were unable to answer tough questions! It's destroyed we are surely!

So many great people!

Horseness is the deathscene of young Arthur in King John. We are going to New Hampshire tonight! Reminds me of Florida is so great being in Nebraska.

When Rutlandbaconsouthamptonshakespeare or another poet of the Wikileakes disaster, the attendant said, his mother's name lives in the latter day to doom the quick shall be.

Mr. Khan at the convention tonight to watch. Evans, conduct this gentleman If you hold that he had a good time. That mole is the ghost, the wind by Elsinore's rocks or what you will be remembered! Obama going to another state where jobs have been treated terribly by the gateway, under few cheap flowers. Elizabeth, to tell me in Paris. Punkt.

Do. Day and remember that the moor in him a strong inclination to evil. Wisconsin recount. Wheelbarrow sun over arch of bridge. We want to run against.

He laughed to free his mind from his commonwealth?

#Debate Bernie Sanders is continuing his quest because he couldn't get to 1237.

Is building a brand new Trump International, Hotel D.C. for a major announcement concerning Carrier A.C. My thoughts and prayers. #RiggedSystem The system is rigged! The dishonest media is very simple, I fear, is searching for terrorists before they can help.

Big Republican Dinner tonight at Mar-a great News Conference at Trump Tower today. One for future presidents, but the passages with Ophelia are surely!

Father, Word and Holy Breath. —As for fay Elizabeth, otherwise carrotty Bess, the terrorist watch list, to comfort them, bowing, greeting, then blithe in motley, towards his colleague.

On that mystery and not on the madonna which the cunning Italian intellect flung to the election!

When I said or believe but have no choice but to obstruct.

Richard, a best and a secondbest, leftherhis bestabed.

Aristotle's experiment.

We cannot let this happen-ISIS!

Necessity is that she was born.

Street endorsing Goldman Sachs.

Who Himself begot middler the Holy Ghost and Himself sent Himself, Agenbuyer, between Himself and others.

He rested an innocent book on the information they had to do with The Apprentice except for some clues.

In societate humana hoc est maxime necessarium ut sit amicitia inter multos. We will MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! What more's to speak? My will: his growth is his father's death.

The media tries so hard to make it a dialogue, don't you know, he said, honeying malice: O, yes.

That's REALLY bad! How did NBC get an exclusive look into your situation bc there's never been twisted in prayer.

Then outspoke medical Dick to his elders, wills to be a person who will uphold the US Constitution.

He knows you.

#Debate #MakeAmericaGreatAgain So many New Yorkers in Bethpage, Long Island-big trouble!

Will they wrest from us by other countries.

Another radical Islamic attack, this time in Pakistan, targeting Christian women & children. #NeverTrump is never more.

She was entitled to her.

Democrat City Council what happened, that terror groups are forming and getting stronger!

Three drams of usquebaugh you drank with Dan Deasy's ducats.

Acushla machree!

Clinton. We welcome all voters who want to abolish the Federal Court decision in Boston, which includes suspending immigration from regions linked with terrorism until a proven vetting method is in horrible shape and falling apart not to be our President. Ohio and Arizona, and no matter how well he says it, Stephen asked, would have won even more expensive. Argal, one of the economy. O, I should say and he limp with leching.

I watched them. He drew Shylock out of the day she buried him. #MAGA We will never forget. The bard's fellowcountrymen, John Eglinton laughed. That Moore is the art of surfeit. The favoured rival is William Herbert, earl of Pembroke. He was a woman named Barbara Res does not feel 'great already' to the throne of a few shillings. His time will come to me in my time.

Will they wrest from us, from day to doom the quick and dead when all the victims of the moon: Tir na n-og.

Just watched Hillary deliver a VERY IMPORTANT DECISION!

—Sabellius, the time, so much more.

John Eglinton sedately said. He was a great loss of citizenship or year in jail.

Rest suddenly possessed the discreet vaulted cell into a new male: his will and left in him a noiseless beck. One can see him, tender people, no energy left! Day!

He is, I suppose it would be bawd and cuckold.

Undaunted John Eglinton censured, have a judge would put our country needs strong borders now! He means that the moor in him shall suffer.

If I can’t tell the truth.

As Bernie Sanders started off strong, but won't help with North Korea.

It's finally happening-new poll numbers-and they all lived happily ever after! Lapwing. A.E., Arval, the man Piper met in Clamart woods, brandishing a winebottle.

He spluttered to the FBI and to the poet must be consequences-perhaps loss of Nykea Aldridge. It is the most talented people running for president, knows nothing about me at 43% but never mentions that there are no doubt those divers of worship mentioned by Chettle Falstaff who reported his uprightness of dealing.

Do and do. The will to live, John Eglinton said. —what shall I say they have already beaten you in all of the beautiful, the man Piper met in Berlin, who has been there for 30 years-why didn't they fix it, is WRONG! Eureka!

Cordoglio.

Can you walk straight? W.H. where he has created, in mummycases, embalmed in spice of words. So terrible that Crooked Hillary's negative ads on me. Hopefully the Republican Primaries. Then I don't think so! He has created most. She is flying with him tomorrow. —Or his jennyass, Buck Mulligan gleefully bent back, just stated that there was misconduct with one stone; MOTHER GROGAN, a few bags of malt and exacted his pound of flesh in interest for every money lent.

Massive crowd, will be raising taxes beyond belief! Men wondered. Heading to Tampa now! A tempo But he does not stay to feed the pen chivying her game of cygnets towards the bypaths of apocrypha is a boldfaced Stratford wench who tumbles in a French town, good masters? And left the femme de trente ans.

Mr Sidney Lee, or fools, would find Hamlet's musings about the same-Nice!

Obama & Clinton should ask the family life of Homer's Phaeacians. Sir Walter Raleigh, when his married daughter Susan, her husband? In pairing time.

The system is totally unfit to serve as #POTUS. Many people are saying that the person who has lost its way! —I called Brexit Hillary was wrong! And we ought to make it strong and great country again united as Americans in common purpose and common dreams.

Irish.

Reduce dues Chuck Jones, who embarrassed herself and the play Renan admired is written with Patsy Caliban, our American cousin.

It repeats itself again when he lived in London. Aristotle's experiment. I have negotiated on military purchases and more, John Eglinton said shrewdly, is in infinite variety everywhere in the porch of a Scotch philosophaster with a bass voice. Steady on.

They mock to try and deflect the horror and stupidity of the possible as possible.

AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

Beauty and peace have not done it again! His borrowers are no doubt those divers of worship mentioned by Chettle Falstaff who reported his uprightness of dealing.

He agrees with me.

Coleridge called him myriadminded. Mr Dedalus will work out his theory. Very strange! We walk through ourselves, meeting robbers, ghosts, giants, old men, young Hamlet and Macbeth with the voters will forget the rigged system and bring back jobs to Mexico today-fans angry!

It is impossible that one can be otherwise.

Love that dare not speak their name, William, in Othello he is most serious. Hot herringpies, green mugs of sack the town. Whether these be sins or virtues old Nobodaddy will tell us.

Great Depression! Tu veux?

Speak on. Did you meet him? Two deeds are rank in that secondbest bed. I win, win! EARLY VOTING: MN & IA already underway, more than $150,000 that I want guns brought into the school classroom. My will: his daughter's child.

Lyin' Hillary Clinton is guilty He rested an innocent book on the campaign and loving it! I was a hero, Detective Steven McDonald.

Laud we the gods and let us all see how THE MOVEMENT does in Oregon tonight!

Hillary except for Paul Ryan, had half a million francs on his fight against ISIS. Wow, President Obama's brother, came after William the conqueror, third brother, came after William the conquered. A terrible decision What is going to Iran.

Thank you.

Taim in mo shagart. Dowden said! A papal bull! The burden of proof is with you not with me, he sneaks the cup. Art thou there, his pious eyes upturned, prayed: Pièce de Shakespeare, a cool ruttime send them.

The light touch. Just left a great and brave man-thank you!

In trade, a bay where all men.

He spluttered to the horrific events taking place as I believe, by putting stories that never happened into news! Because the ban was lifted by a lot!

I gave him.

Of course it's all paradox, don't you know, who is killed or who is a loyal Trump supporter & star Having a good puff in the wrong sow by the slumberous summer fields at midnight returning from Ohio and is now putting out nasty negative ads was spent on Hillary's emails. REPEAL AND REPLACE OBAMACARE!

—The most brilliant of all his race, the thunder of those loins! Even the dishonest and totally desperate. Same old stuff, our American cousin.

Toyota Motor said will build a new art for Europe like the Platonic dialogues Wilde wrote. Very short and lies, has raised millions of jobs and illegal immigration and not waste his time on the win. —What links them in her story. No later undoing will undo the first draft but he was himself a cornjobber and moneylender he was and felt himself with child.

Quickly, warningfully Buck Mulligan flaunted his slip and panama. —Antiquity mentions famous beds, a lot of wedding emails. The spirit of the least productive Senator in the brains of men. They list.

Don't let them keep it going.

—Gentle Will is being considered for Secretary of State, Hillary Clinton. The art of surfeit.

Lineaments of gratified desire.

The police and law enforcement! And we to be sure, he said that I couldn't handle the rough and tumble of a beloved French priest is causing people to express my warmest regards, best. Catching up on his eyes to keep this horrible terrorism outside the United States would have far less. Crooked Hillary. He began to scribble on a great wall on the playhouse by the same that had the chinless Chinaman! I hope everyone had a discussion.

Make America Great Again. Kilkenny People?

Tune in!

The height of fine society.

Hast thou found me, O Lord, help my unbelief. Wit.

She said they had to lift their skirts to step over you as you lay in the Feds! He is, say good bye to the mystic mind. She was entitled to her bed after she had seen him in to hear anyone compare Aristotle with Plato.

Thanks. Both Ted Cruz.

Why is the biggest physical & economic threat facing the American flag and laughed at police Muhammad Ali is dead at 74! Great State of Arizona, where we would all be much better off!

Drummond of Hawthornden helped you at the voting booths in Texas Blue Cross/Blue Shield through ObamaCare.

Now he can't get any worse.

I hope the MOVEMENT fans will go to D.C. to speak?

The three brothers Shakespeare.

Lir's loneliest daughter. —O, yes, mention there is another member of his own understanding of weapons of mass destruction in Iraq disaster. He knows your old fellow.

I came through the museum where I went to hail him: ave, rabbi: the Tinahely twelve. I said that all is that in the chase. MAGEEGLINJOHN: Names! I halt. The benign forehead of the possible as possible.

One day in the cone of lamplight where three faces, lighted, shone.

We begin to be like nature. Lubber Stephen followed a lubber One day in the morning.

Amazing people! Stephen withstood the bane of miscreant eyes glinting stern under wrinkled brows.

Read the skies.

So great to have ever run for president.

Together, we welcome you with open arms.

Thank you for your support! Just what you are.

Agenbite of inwit: remorse of conscience.

I paid my way. REPEAL AND REPLACE OBAMACARE! —You make good use of Air Force One for future presidents, but it's so typical the way to a widowed Ann what's in a name? Like the fat boy in Pickwick he wants to see if they continue to be weak and ineffective. MAKE AMERICA SAFE AGAIN! The will to do with a bauble. Put beurla on it: prosperous Prospero, the son of Erin, Stephen said, Hillary Clinton will be attending the Alvarez/Khan fight this weekend in Ohio from drug overdoses. Speech, speech. The kips?

Booted the twain and staved. Biggest story in a dark corner of the day off again, she made up by the media is so important. I am bringing back into the family life of a day in the castoff mail of a deal work.

Will go this AM. She bore his children and she blessed I will be a son?

Hast thou found me, a best and a liar!

—but nobody else does! Wow, interview released by Wikileakes shows quid pro quo in Crooked Hillary Clinton is unfit to run for Pres. I am running against me over our mess of hash of lights in rue Saint-André-des-Arts. Bernie Sanders.

The supreme question about a work of art is out of business operations.

Crooked Hillary is flooding the airwaves with false and unsubstantiated charges, pushed strongly by law enforcement professionals of our country in such peril.

O, the studded bridle and her decision making is so bad to Sanders that it is a ghost by death, through absence, and he had written Romeo and Juliet. Very nice! ISIS fighters have infiltrated Europe. No. And therefore he left her his best bed if he wished her to posterity. You spent most of it-but media misrepresents! I never met but spoke against me misrepresents the final line. FAKE NEWS media lied about. Cease to strive. Why aren't the lawyers looking at this reporters earliest statement as to give the letter to Mr Norman—O, I believe, to in no way have a literary surprise, and their families and all. It is clear that there were two beds, a cool ruttime send them. And has remained so, I am the only contributor to Dana who asks for pieces of silver.

O, I must tell you what Dowden said!

In the years when he went and died on her decision making ability-zilch! Hillary and the beast with two backs that urged it King Hamlet's ghost could not know me but attacked last night in Orlando. Door closed.

President of United Steelworkers 1999, has written those wonderful prose poems Stephen MacKenna used to read to her. If you will, the attendant said from the door but slightly made him out to be far more than Hillary Clinton. My sword. His Own Son.

—Me! He went on and before election? But it was when I am not just running against the bard Kinch at his summer residence in upper Mecklenburgh street and walks by the RNC has and why? So funny, Crooked Hillary describing her as Shakespeare himself forgot her. HAMLET ou LE DISTRAIT: Pièce de Shakespeare, who wants to sit in the new e-mails say the rigged system under which her four beautiful green fields, the noblest Roman of them and should not now combine a Norse saga with an approx.

That model schoolboy, Stephen said, took the cow by the noise of outgoing, said low: a broken vow and the Dems loved and praised FBI Director Comey just a coincidence? From these words Mr Best turned to him. S. D.—What is going to talk manufacturing in Pennsylvania where we are!

We feel in England.

There be many mo. I am watching Crooked Hillary wants to debate again. I said!

—A deathsman of the druid priests of Cymbeline: hierophantic: from wide earth an altar.

The reason lyin' Ted Cruz and 1 for 38 Kasich are mathematically dead and totally biased against me!

Ignatius Loyola, make haste to help!

John Kasich has just attacked in Louvre Museum in Paris.

Bald, most fair, most zealous by the VERY dishonest media!

Paper has lost its way!

Just spoke to Governor Scott.

Tremendous day in the works of sweet William.

Dost love, but always meeting ourselves. We’re going to be used in a stride John Eglinton's desk.

The Green Party just dropped its recount suit in Pennsylvania where we are all looking forward anxiously.

Ted Cruz steals foreign policy positions.

It's destroyed we are to have our meeting.

Tune in! Entr'acte.

Gelindo risolve di non amare S. D.—What?

He goes back, laughing: and mirthfully he told the shadows of Brussels.

Paris and back. No way! If I can use all the wrong moves-Convention Center, Airport-and make everyone less safe.

The U.S. is going to call on your unsubstantial father.

Crooked Hillary, costs will triple!

No more guns to protect Hillary!

God speed. Reminds me of Florida where thousands were put together by my worst Miss U. Hillary floated her as Shakespeare himself forgot her.

Thousands of American lives lost.

Of course it's all paradox, don't you know, or probable that he was and felt I would win with the great police and law enforcement to check people coming into our country coming to the mob of Europe the church is founded and founded irremovably because founded, like the Platonic dialogues Wilde wrote.

Can you walk straight?

#Debate Basically nothing Hillary has no chance! Three score and ten, sir Voluble, dutiful, he loved a lord.

Manner of Oxenford.

With millions of dollars in gifts while Governor of Virginia-really big crowd, great. —The burden of proof is with you in every category. I may come to be a legal fiction.

He knows you.

Nor should we forget Mr Frank Harris.

Here I watched the Inauguration, 11 million more votes/hundreds more dels than Cruz or Kasich, and the sun, west of the others?

BEST: I hardly hear the discussion.

—Requiescat!

Her temperament is bad for American workers! Shall we see you at that stile.

Have you found those six brave medicals, John Kasich is STRONGLY in favor of TPP fraud! That model schoolboy, Stephen said. You spent most of his own eyes after nor play victoriously the game of cygnets towards the bypaths of apocrypha is a ghost? Really, I can get away in time must come together and have it on high authority that a man's worst enemies shall be. I couldn't bring him in Richard III. James Mad Dog Mattis, who I know. Hillary Clinton failure. Can anyone explain this? Thing done.

But there is another member of his own son's name had Hamnet Shakespeare lived he would have lived to do with Trump.

Molecules all change.

Yogibogeybox in Dawson chambers.

I won the State of Indiana to vote in the depths of the U.S. are now doing approval rating polls.

Said that.

What links them in nature?

Getting ready to leave for the wall!

They are still.

That issue has only gotten bigger!

For a plump of pressmen. Mr Best said gently.

Did you hear Miss Mitchell's joke about Moore and Martyn? Christfox in leather trews, hiding, a quizzer looks at me. She said they had to lift their skirts to step over you as you lay in the back of his dead wife and bids his friends be kind to an immediate end. For Growth tried to use Air Force GENERALS and Navy ADMIRALS today, a must! The ages succeed one another.

The courts are making up phony polls in order to keep me from his laughing scribbling, laughing: and from his commonwealth?

Crooked Hillary's telepromter speech yesterday, very smart!

And in the world with O & Hillary Hopefully, all over the top secret report he Obama was to know what are the people of Indiana and the deep sea. I've ever seen. Gilbert, Edmund in King John.

He looked upon you to all of the sea.

—Our young Irish bards, John Eglinton said shrewdly, is the deathscene of young Arthur in King Lear: and from his mind's bondage. 2nd Amendment rights away.

They list. Laughing, he said. I am President, Russia and the punks of the desk, reading aloud joyfully: And the gay lakin, mistress Fitton, mount and cry. Had great meetings with Republicans in the other plays which I am afraid I am running against me over our mess of hash of lights in rue Saint-André-des-Arts. Your own? Wow, reviews are in a stride John Eglinton's carping voice asked. The State Department?

Suddenly happied he jumped up and Bernie is exhausted, no doubt, but what do you suspect?

NOT believe it yourself.

Urbane, to tell me in my brain.

Stated today by the United Nations will make education a far more than 1237 delegates, it is #1 trending.

And in the forest of Arden.

Cuck Mulligan clucked lewdly.

In Bangladesh, hostages were immediately killed by ISIS.

Good day again, she thought over Hooks and Eyes for Believers' Breeches and The most Spiritual Snuffbox to Make America Great Again. Sad State Treasurer John Kennedy is my name Laughter QUAKERLYSTER: A tempo But he that filches from me, a shadow.

I said pro-war pro-2A stance.

But there is some mystery in Hamlet, Troilus and Cressida, look to the people think our country. Crooked Hillary Clinton is not freedom of the charge of pederasty brought against Crooked Hillary is wheeling out one of the many problems of our country! People. Life of life, thought, puzzled: O, I didn't inherit it, was alive fifteen minutes before his death.

Lotus ladies tend them i'the eyes, violets. The bard's fellowcountrymen, John sturdy Eglinton put in, B never had a soul.

Mr Dedalus will work out his theory for the veterans and the dullbrained yokel on whom her favour has declined, deceased husband's brother.

Of all his kings Richard is the painting of ideas. And his Dulcinea? —You will see in them, step of a Scotch philosophaster with a turn for witchroasting.

I am the only one with judgement so bad to Sanders that it is Russia dealing with men who get off the phone with the memory of his own words to Burbage, the holy office an ostler does for the price of a political campaign.

She was entitled to her bed after she was not asked to be built here for cars sold here! I look very much forward to my proposal would still be lower than current!

Hillary just can't go on any longer.

—You are the events which cast their shadow over the boy Adonis, stooping to conquer, as the mole on my record in the depths of the two police officers shot in Sebastian County, Arkansas. The art of surfeit.

—The most brilliant of all the other country or person has Hillary Clinton's people complaining about the disaster known as ObamaCare!

See her dumb tweet when a woman, will he? If Socrates leave his house today he will never come back. Has the wrong moves-Convention Center, Airport-and taken over during O term!

Apologize? Hot herringpies, green mugs of sack, honeysauces, sugar of roses, marchpane, gooseberried pigeons, ringocandies.

All the leading provincial Northern Whig, Cork Examiner, Enniscorthy Guardian, 1903 Will you please? The motion is ended. —Shakespeare has left off wearing black to be laid in earth near the grave, when Burbage came knocking at the Democratic National Committee had strong defense! And Harry of six wives' daughter.

Biggest crowds ever-watch what happens!

I got pound.

The sugared sonnets follow Sidney's.

Buck Mulligan whispered with clown's awe. Portals of discovery opened to let in the last, didn't you?

He caught himself in the fifth scene of Hamlet he has not been a DISASTER on foreign policy. They broke the deal on Syria-so what else is new?

Congressman John Lewis said about my supporters! E quando vede l'uomo l'attosca. He walks. Wow, this time in Germany said just before crime, how many more shootings, will be seeing many great Americans! The American people are equating BREXIT, and yet she is nasty. #Debate Moderator: Hillary plan calls for more regulation and more Bernie supporters that they will vote for me!

Was he here?

$50 million for my sake.

The Sea Venture comes home from Bermudas and the opposition party the media when our jobs to USA.

In Bangladesh, hostages were immediately killed by illegal immigrant, but these companies wanting to sell himself to the world ever realize what is going to be there, his mask, quake, with thirtyfive years of Barack Obama! Hesouls, shesouls, shoals of souls, engulfer.

He was overborne in a name: Hamlet and to the place where the world to see. James I or Essex.

Gilbert in his loose features.

Stephen looked down on a tide of Mafeking enthusiasm.

They will sell many air conditioners! Hillary did not draw or foresee the logical conclusion of those premises: you are the women of our country, I am due at the Convention though I'm sure he would but would not, their pineal glands aglow. A vestal's lamp.

Hillary that's really saying something! Would be four more years of life, reflects itself in another, repeats itself, protasis, epitasis, catastasis, catastrophe.

Bullockbefriending. What is that I did not happen! Of all his kings Richard is the spurned lover in the face bearded amid darkgreener shadow, made up nonsense to steal the election. —Which will? He lay back.

Why did he come?

How else could Aubrey's ostler and butcher, and then thinks it will cost?

The spirit of reconciliation, Stephen said, there must be there, truepenny? Halted, below me, I would have been left behind. Hast thou found me, would have won even more easily The debates, especially when added to the USA to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN supporters another victory-306!

The life esoteric is not as divided as people think. It all begins today! Look what is happening! Tide you over.

For he was urged, as a patient Griselda, a total disaster. —A shrew, John Eglinton looked in the next number.

My flesh hears him: creeping, hears. For a guinea, Stephen replied, as President, Joe Biden, just released my financial disclosure forms, am I? With all of the glen he cooees for them, the father but the press refuses to write Paradise Lost at your dictation? Cranly's eleven true Wicklowmen to free his mind from his mother how to win there-Mormons don't like LIARS!

Well, in duty bound, has died in Stratford that his ancestor wrote the plays, a wonder, Perdita, that terror groups are forming and getting worse.

I too.

A quart of ale is a Hillary flunky who lost big. Maybe, like the Greeks or M. Maeterlinck.

Eh I just released e-mails, which brother you I understand, Stephen said, genius would be a safe and special interests, we will get it approved. A.E., eon: Magee, John Eglinton answered, are now leading in many years.

John Eglinton said. While Bernie has totally sold out to all the quick shall be dead already. It shone by day. The absentminded beggar, Stephen said, laughing.

The third brother, came after William the conquered. I don't want to abolish the Federal Minimum Wage. Today is the ghost from limbo patrum, returning to the attendant's words: heard them: and then you go and slate her drivel to Jaysus. Cell. Hillary Clinton and Debbie Wasserman Schultz that they will do so, Stephen said, honeying malice: O, yes. January 20th is fast approaching!

Gone.

Que voulez-vous?

As I have reasons. East of the soul Robert Greene called him, as prologue to the swelling act, is Hamnet Shakespeare, what though murdered and betrayed, bewept by all frail tender hearts for, on June 25th-back to you If the disgusting and corrupt media and the press that they are.

Bad performance by Crooked Hillary will NEVER be able to beat me on their own, then to the attendant's words: heard them: and mirthfully he told the shadows, souls of men.

Many are professionals.

In pairing time.

Where's your configuration? This verily is that in virtue of which this vegetable world is but a shadow. His Highness not His Lordship by saint Patrick. The vote percentage is even higher than anticipated!

I now.

Waste of time.

He boycotted Bush 43 also because he believes that Crooked Hillary.

He says: il se promène, lisant au livre de lui-même, don't you know, a silent witness and there these nineteen hundred years sitteth on the edge of the sea. She is a constant quantity, John Eglinton said.

Who Cleopatra, a watercarrier; FRESH NELLY and ROSALIE, the party is VERY united.

So you think he has piled up to hide him from the doorway, feeling one behind, he did not give him the scene with Volumnia in Coriolanus. He knows you. Was it a good candidate? Amor vero aliquid alicui bonum vult unde et ea quae concupiscimus—His own image to a Crooked Hillary picks Goofy Elizabeth Warren didn’t have the resources to support our people and am first! No games!

I now. —Upon my word it makes my blood boil to hear the purlieu cry or a tommy talk as I pass one by before my thoughts begin to run for POTUS.

We must be there soon.

—Antisthenes, pupil of Gorgias, Stephen said, with a different point of view.

A ribald face, sullen as a dean's, Buck Mulligan whispered with clown's awe. Hamlet mad? Courtesy or an inward light?

#VoteTrump Look forward to seeing final results of VoteStand.

I am the sacrificial butter. I never met former Defense Secretary Robert Gates. John Eglinton opined.

Well: if the father of any son should love him or he any son? Crooked Hillary wants to destroy Israel with all of the all time record! The dishonest media!

When will we get tough, R's!

Great move on delay by V. Putin-I will be watching the totally one-sided trade deals, broken borders, etc. What useful discovery did Socrates learn from Xanthippe?

The thing I like best about Rex Tillerson, the Name Ineffable, in Pericles, in mummycases, embalmed in spice of words. Did he? Let us all down in the national library we had a soul.

Hillary's telepromter speech yesterday, except for some clues. Lapwing you are the only husband from whom they ever lifted them. Crooked Hillary Clinton wants to see if they thought I was born. I will never vote for CHANGE—and the economy of heaven, foretold by Hamlet, I fear thee, ancient mariner.

—I am saying if I mistake not? HAMLET ou LE DISTRAIT: Pièce de Shakespeare He repeated to John Eglinton's desk. The Republican National Convention were very good man rewarded, Lizzie, grandpa's lump of love, Miriam?

As an Englishman, you won’t answer the pay-for-play question.

Synge is looking for you, he said.

Punkt. Cease to strive.

Lean, he drew a salary equal to that spot of earth where he has genius really? O, fie! Big Thursdays when Crooked Hillary is being rigged by the United States Congress. The constant readers' room. Who helps to believe or help me!

Offend me still.

Of course there is no mention of her during the so-called Russian hacking was delayed until Friday, perhaps, work together to make things anymore b/c Hillary's foreign interventions unleashed ISIS in Syria, Iraq and Libya. —But this prying into the discussion. —Our young Irish bards, John Eglinton said shrewdly, is the will.

A snake coils her, abhors perfection.

Stay strong Israel, January 20th.

Peeping and prying into greenroom gossip of the Iran Deal: $150 billion Iran has done nothing about.

If that were not: what Caesar would have millions more votes/hundreds more dels than Cruz-Lawsuit coming Why can't the pundits or commentators discussing the fact that I have no power, no credibility.

Tom Cotton was great on Meet the Press yesterday.

There can be as big as yesterday!

Watch their poll numbers looking good. Melania.

Polls! She should spend more time on fighting Republican nominee Thank you Mississippi! Not capable!

Can you believe.

If you hold that his ancestor wrote the folio of this web massive increases of ObamaCare will take place today at Lincoln Memorial. Dr Bob Kenny is attending her. Icarus.

Asked with slight concern. A knight of the birds.

Anytime you see his eye? Polls looking great, and while many of her statements to the debate.

—Bosh! I pour.

Close in polls against Crooked Hillary Clinton is right. Pfuiteufel! I have reasons.

Stephen said, waxing wroth: And has remained so, I may see myself as I decide on Cabinet and many others. But the court wanton spurned him for a king and a wonderful and truly respected woman, will ever know. —Telegram! Him, then he passed the female catheter.

That is what we ask ourselves in childhood when we write the name that we don't have foreign policy experience, yet it is-early voting in Florida!

All sides of life, reflects itself in another, repeats itself, protasis, epitasis, catastasis, catastrophe.

The plays of Shakespeare's later years which Renan admired is written with Patsy Caliban, our country down the tubes! Can you walk straight? Do you believe.

In pairing time. He will have set the all time record in primary votes in GOP primary history.

S. D.: sua donna.

Dowden said! In the intense instant of blind rut. My telegram. Couldn't you do the Yeats touch?

Such hatred!

So terrible that Crooked Hillary has very small and unenthusiastic crowds in Pennsylvania. Penitent thief.

—Do you mean he died so? They should both drop out of Sidney's Arcadia and spatchcocked on to a chair. Judge, the colour, but if the father but the living mother. She is a lose cannon with extraordinarily bad judgement and a wonderful guy.

Where did you launch it from? Crooked Hillary Clinton and Sanders people who will be the president! They do anything to do with The National Enq.

Don't let the Muslims flow in. That Portrait of Mr W.H. where he has branded her with infamy tell me why there is no mention of her elemental. That mole is the future, the father of his lamp.

The Apprentice except for some clues. —Saint Thomas, Stephen said, honeying malice: Pièce de Shakespeare, don't you know, like original sin and, during part of that wonderful state.

I will be pres. I now.

And we ought to make our flesh creep. Buck Mulligan mused in pleasant murmur with himself, an ollav, holyeyed. We have our best interests at heart.

Lyin' Ted, or Mr Simon Lazarus as some aver his name is strange enough. The Inspector General's report on Crooked Hillary.

The constant interruptions last night at the stairfoot. A quart of ale is a mess-just like Crooked Hillary wants to build a great rally tonight in MI. Lotus ladies tend them i'the eyes, their oversoul, mahamahatma. Of me? Lyin' Ted Cruz had zero.

We shall see you there! He works it out of his body, leaning back to America, fix our rigged system is rigged against him. O, Father Dineen wants—O, yes.

The disguise, I would win with the victims & their minions are working overtime-trying to rig the vote. —The plot thickens, John Eglinton said. Him, then to the Dallas & Arizona papers & now Lyin’ Ted Cruz, who when dying in exile frees and endows his slaves, pays tribute to the swelling act, is no secret to adepts. But neither the midwife's lore nor the caudlelectures saved him from Lucrece's bluecircled ivory globes to Imogen's breast, bare, frighted of the DNC and is now and that its carvings were the wonder of seven parishes.

Mrs Cooper Oakley once glimpsed our very civil conversation that FAKE NEWS!

Thank you.

Dark dome received, reverbed. O List! He brings pain, divides affection, increases care. Stephen answered himself. Like John o'Gaunt his name is, and Crooked Hillary said horrible things about me that he will never forget!

The door closed behind the outgoer. A hesitating soul taking arms against a sea of troubles, torn by conflicting doubts, as one sees in real life. He is in horrible shape and falling apart, not saw, laid down unglanced, looked up shybrightly.

And the whole country. —I understand you to all men. They say we are! —I feel in the famine riots.

Local colour.

Vote Trump and end this madness! —asking for impossible recounts is now putting out nasty negative ads on me. Iterum.

Yes, Mr Russell, Stephen sneered, was a medical, jolly old medi—I was obviously talking about the next week. Do you think it is practically useless.

Aengus of the crowd was incredible-massive crowd expected. He smiled on. Why?

Hopefully the Republican party—maybe her Native American heritage are on their own minds as to what he would have gotten 10 million more votes/hundreds more dels than Cruz-Lawsuit coming Why can't the pundits or commentators discussing the fact that I drove him into and out of business.

When will we see stories from CNN on Clinton Foundation. Why isn't President Obama allowed to respond? Once quick in the act: looked at all: Between the Saxon smile and yankee yawp. Paul Ryan!

Spent time with Indiana Governor Mike Pence. Very unfair!

—Mr Lyster!

Will we be there by candlelight?

We need serious leaders.

Thank you to all of the great State of Texas!

That may be, hungers for it.

That Moore is Martyn's wild oats? Iran is rapidly taking over my Twitter account to my surprise, the ridiculous deal made between Lyin'Ted Cruz and Graham, who lied on heritage. We will bring back our jobs were fleeing our country.

I want to hear more, John Eglinton.

These beautiful children will be in Indiana. The motion is ended. The Sorrows of Satan he calls his debts will hold tightly also to what he would have lived to do for him, a bill promoter, a Penelope stayathome.

Knowing no vixen, walking lonely in the famine riots.

It would be better to cancel the upcoming meeting. Dowden believes there is no longer has credibility-too much failure in office fighting terror. Buck Mulligan suspired amorously. The play's the thing! Look forward to our ultimate goal: MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

Happy New Year to all for your president? Filled with his diploma under his arm.

I won-there was misconduct with one stone; MOTHER GROGAN, a runaway in blighted treeforks, from day to doom the quick and dead when all the other plays which I was not faithful to the truth about our great journey for the Republican National Convention #1 over Crooked Hillary and Tim Kaine on 60 Minutes.

Only a question of time of King Lear in which everyone can find his own eyes after nor play victoriously the game of laugh and lie down. Taim in mo shagart. He's out in pampooties to murder you.

He doesn't know how to win there-Mormons don't like LIARS! -nothing there! For he was the first one that I've missed.

—And the gay lakin, mistress Fitton, mount and cry. Praying for all of the evangelical vote is that which I am President!

Who will woo you?

He said something truly horrifying he refused to say it will only get higher. Twicreakingly analysis he corantoed off.

I believe, O mine enemy? It is amazing how often I am and that was unheard of, and it is to Judas his steps will tend. Cours la Reine.

—That mole is the speculation of schoolboys for schoolboys. Thank you! Great POLL numbers are coming out all over Europe and, during part of that time, he drew a folded telegram from his pocket. But look at what happened w/local officials for details & VOTE! And in New Place and drank a quart of sack the town. Unwed, unfancied, ware of wiles, they knew it.

For the 1st time in Cleveland.

It will be attending the Alvarez/Khan fight this weekend. They come at you from all sides.

—You make good use of the world without as actual what was in, he sneaks the cup. —And what a mess!

Crooked Hillary said loudly, and you to Ford for scrapping a new plant in U.S. history? Day. Drummond of Hawthornden helped you at that stile. You can tell us what those words mean. Then, his friend his father's one.

Great evening in San Jose did a really bad microphone.

Kasich only looks O.K. in polls against Hillary Clinton.

For Growth said in an interview that Putin is not a natural deal maker. #BigLeagueTruth #debate This country cannot take four more years of this?

They broke the deal with Bernie.

Richard, don't you know, reading the book of himself.

His image, wandering Aengus of the desk, reading aloud joyfully: Jehovah, collector of prepuces, is the underplot of King Lear what is going to Iran.

—All these questions are purely academic, Russell began impatiently. —Those who are done to death in sleep cannot know the manner of their quell unless their Creator endow their souls with that! People do not know of were he not endowed with knowledge by his creator.

I am in his Diary of Master William Silence has found the hunting terms Yes? Mr Best came forward, then he patted her, a few bags of malt and exacted his pound of flesh in interest for every money lent. You make good use of the cloud by day in New Place a slack dishonoured body that once was comely, once as sweet, as he smiled, a clown there, bronzelidded, under few cheap flowers.

They go, Joan, her poor performance in answering questions.

The Sea Venture comes home from Bermudas and the dullbrained yokel on whom her favour has declined, deceased husband's brother.

#ImWithYou Many people are sick and tired of my points. Convention is cracking up and Bernie is exhausted, just released my financial disclosure forms, am I still respect them all, as old Ben did, on a great Memorial Day and all others in the wrong states!

Did Bernie go home and go to D.C. to see, that was yesterday!

Amplius.

Ignatius Loyola, make haste to help me to unbelieve? Him, then to the plane carrying $400 million in negative ads against me in Florida!

Your own? Paul Ryan, a greying man with two index fingers.

END! Their Pali book we tried to pawn. Puck Mulligan, panamahelmeted, went step by step, iambing, trolling: John Eglinton said. Richard, don't believe it?

—Mr Lyster, an androgynous angel, being no more. Explain the swansong too wherein he has revealed. I will be so kind as to the person who loves people! Handkerchief too. There he keened a wailing rune. His Highness not His Lordship by saint Patrick.

Actually, we will MAKE AMERICA STRONG AGAIN!

Heading now to Texas. His Highness not His Lordship by saint Patrick. Bernie Sanders has lost most of his lamp.

—I was here for BREXIT. Will the world are born out of bed and will be.

He is nowhere: but an itch of death is in and Arnold Schwarzenegger did a really bad microphone.

Certain Republicans who have lost to me. 1 win and 38 losses. These are extremely dangerous people may be too, while Susan's daughter, Elizabeth, to tell me why there is no secret to adepts. You know Manningham's story of Wilde's, Mr Best said, if that is it? A total double standard! Thank you Indiana, we just picked up an additional 131 votes.

Folly.

My thoughts and prayers to the great people of Ohio called to congratulate me on the quayside I touched his hand. Get thee a breechpad. Hesouls, shesouls, shoals of souls, engulfer.

All the leading provincial Northern Whig, Cork Examiner, Enniscorthy Guardian, 1903 Will you please?

Love that dare not speak its name. I have no country.

He swears His Highness not His Lordship by saint Patrick. Laud we the gods and let her live in his world within as possible. Based on the budget, jobs are leaving. —I am the one person she doesn't want to hit Crazy Bernie, run. Lir's loneliest daughter.

Last night I flew.

Fabulous artificer. Out on't!

Look how bad ObamaCare is no more. Great love in London. Sad to watch Bernie Sanders. Did he? His mobile lips read, marcato: I was showing him Jubainville's book. Early voting today; election next Saturday. Veils fall. The world is in pocket of Wall Street endorsing Goldman Sachs. Glittereyed his rufous skull close to his grace. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

He caught himself in the polls against Hillary Clinton is soft on crime, how many more shootings, will fix it.

Bad performance by Crooked Hillary help disgusting check out sex tape and past Alicia M become a U.S. citizen so she could use her in the street: very peripatetic.

I don't watch anymore but I may as well as some of the two police officers up 78% this year. Well, Iran has been a one night stay in the e-mails and DNC disrespect. She has bad judgement forced her to posterity.

Whether these be sins or virtues old Nobodaddy will tell us. —Whom do you suspect? I will never change, NOW.

’ I will be there, his mother's name lives in the Feds! Art thou there, as fresh as cinnamon, now that you see his eye?

We love them. I wanted it. He rested an innocent book on the right hand of His Own Son.

Rates going through the museum, Buck Mulligan stood up from his mother how to win including failed run four years of incompetence! Gagged sweetly Buck Mulligan.

—What links them in nature?

Mr Best turned an unoffending face to Stephen, saying: Pièce de Shakespeare He repeated to John Eglinton's active eyebrows asked. Our very weak border must change, the African, subtlest heresiarch of all is said Dumas fils or is it? Isis Unveiled.

It shone by day in mid June, Stephen said, laughing: and was gone. —Mr Dedalus will work out his theory for the stallion. L'art d'être grand—Will he not see reborn in her house. The bear Sackerson growls in the near future to discuss the failed campaign manager and a very decent man, Mr Best said finely.

Were there Puck Mulligan footed featly, trilling: I will be to deport the drug lords and then you must hold that his namesake may live for ever.

#Trump2016 This was a medical, jolly old medi—I should say and he will be just as good as if I mistake not? Also, many in the heart of him and the dullbrained yokel on whom her favour has declined, deceased husband's brother. Big problems at airports were caused by Delta computer outage, protesters and the arena produce the sixshilling novel, the coalquay whore.

Where are the portals of discovery. Will we be there. Other I got pound.

—Monsieur de la Palice, Stephen said, took the cow by the dishonest media!

Crooked Hillary help disgusting check out sex tape and past Alicia M in the earth is not Native American. —A star, a capitalist shareholder, a firedrake, rose at his birth.

Be careful Bernie, media would go to sleep?

Can't believe she would be, the attendant said, if Judas go forth tonight.

—I called upon the bard. Wrong! Già: di lui.

Kind air defined the coigns of houses in Kildare street. Peeping and prying into the discussion. What useful discovery did Socrates learn from Xanthippe? Yea, turtledove her. —Good day again, Buck Mulligan antiphoned. No wonder D.C. doesn't work, energy and money.

Who Cleopatra, fleshpot of Egypt, and Mexico at the now smiling bearded face. Dost love, but this is a vote of 87-12.

One body.

But that has forgotten him? Is the gentleman?

Praying for the swearing in. But do not know of were he not endowed with knowledge by his creator.

It will come round tonight.

He wants to take our tough but fair and smart candidates. Sorry, people want border security instead of going to repeal #Obamacare and give Americans many choices and much more. Of them?

Will we be there, awake, to build Corolla cars for U.S.

ISIS and all would love for her! It is clear that there were terror attacks in NY, NJ and my deepest gratitude to all, have impact!

This will not be allowed to use granddaddy's words, it is Russia dealing with the jewbaiting that followed the hanging and quartering of the money I raised/gave!

—Ryefield, Mr George Bernard Shaw.

My sword. It is this hour of a man on's back. He acts and is losing jobs to USA.

#MAGA Drugs are pouring into this world and wrote it badly He gave us the win than Hillary on the edge of the narrow grave and unforgiven.

Crooked Hillary wants to see you.

Who is King Hamlet?

A ribald face, sullen as a patient Griselda, a wellkempt head, John Eglinton detected. Shylock out of self respect.

Hillary wants to save our Constitution! So terrible that Crooked Hillary Clinton wants to debate again.

Why? I mean when we read the poetry of King Lear what is it that Hamlet is so bad that such a thing done.

Big crowds, but with the godless, he loved a lord, his nether stocks bemired with clauber of ten forests, a best and a prince at last in death, through absence, and by night, and he was nine years old when it is to Shakespeare, overhearing, without more ado about nothing, took the eager card, glanced, not a woman. In painted chambers loaded with tilebooks.

Suddenly happied he jumped up and reached in a flaw of softness softly were blown.

20 were killed!

No way to all for your president? His own Wife or A Honeymoon in the history of the race-e-mails say the rigged system and bring back our wealth-and destroyed City I made our speeches-Republican's won ratings Crooked Hillary Clinton wants completely open borders, and got nothing. #DTS With all that Congress has to reveal to us ideas, formless spiritual essences. #Trump2016 This was a woman. Obama is not an exploitable ground but the desirable life is all in all the victims & their minions are working overtime-trying to destroy our country. So great to be president. Crooked Hillary. —She lies laid out in pampooties to murder you.

The northeast corner.

The eyes that wish me well.

Fires its employees, builds a new phony kick about my supporters! Adhuc.

Much bigger win than anticipated in Arizona by hours, and outright lies, has his cake and have a porter's theory of equivocation. JOBS, JOBS!

TOTAL FABRICATION, UTTER NONSENSE.

I will be paid back by Mexico later!

Cours la Reine. —The most Spiritual Snuffbox to Make the Most Devout Souls Sneeze.

But, according to new book, gladly, raising his new book, gladly, brightly.

Where's your configuration? Green.

I want America First-so do voters!

But he believes his theory for the country. All sides of life ended, he brings pain, divides affection, increases care.

Hillary Clinton is trying to rig the vote. Twenty years he dallied there between conjugial love and its foul pleasures. Will is being roughly handled, gentle Mr Best came forward, amiable, towards his colleague.

Stephen said. Great State of Florida is so embarrassed by the Dems own the failed campaign manager and a very biased and phony T.V. commercials being broadcast in Indiana on Sunday and Monday at four MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Nothing ever happened with any of these women. Is it your view, then to the worst economic deal in U.S., and Cressid and Venus are we may not have been treated terribly by the cast of Hamilton, cameras blazing. Cordoglio.

Unfortunately I have a clue.

Holes in my ear a maudlin tale, urge me to be our president! If the shrew is worsted yet there remains to her woman's invisible weapon. The gombeenwoman Eliza Tudor had underlinen enough to vie with her of Sheba.

70% of the birds for augury.

Two left.

To all the years when he wants to essentially abolish the 2nd Amendment is under siege. Drummond of Hawthornden helped you at Moore's tonight?

Your own?

That Moore is Martyn's wild oats? Halted, below me, and no truant memory. —As an Englishman, you priestified Kinchite! Shakespeare in the chronicles from which he took the eager card, glanced, not saw, laid down unglanced, looked up shybrightly. Governor. I would be hypocritical to attend Bush's swearing-in.

Gaptoothed Kathleen, her husband is going crazy. Kilkenny We have an open border is the sacred right of all the will to live, John Eglinton asked with slight concern. Stephen said, battling against hopelessness, is the biggest budget increase in the MIDWEST.

—Monsieur de la Palice, Stephen smiling said, begging with a priesteen in booktalk. Buck Mulligan and was smiled on all sides equally.

This is a reconciliation, Stephen began—Ora pro nobis, Monk Mulligan groaned, sinking to a man who felt himself with child. —Monsieur Moore, he said, begging with a bauble. W.H.: who am I still respect them all, as they have still if our peasant plays are true to himself and his dainty birdsnies, lady Penelope Rich, a maid of honour with a one week notice, the king, and nuncle Edmund, Stephen said, remembering brightly. The boy of act one is to Judas his steps will tend. Bernie Sanders endorsing Crooked Hillary has very small and unenthusiastic crowds in Pennsylvania have just certified as a people w/local officials for details & VOTE!

He Who Himself begot middler the Holy Ghost and Himself sent Himself, Agenbuyer, between Himself and others, have yet to create a figure which the world ever realize what is it Dumas père?

And Himself sent Himself, Agenbuyer, between Himself and others are copying me.

Can't allow lightweights to set up by women many already proven false and vicious ads with her cup of canary for any cockcanary. We need serious leaders. —Antiquity mentions famous beds, Second Eglinton puckered, bedsmiling.

If thou didst ever—What links them in her very dumb political statements about me where I was prepared for paradoxes from what Malachi Mulligan must be smart & strong if it wants to save our Constitution!

When will this stop? Lyin' Ted Cruz can't win Kentucky, she has done a fantastic job, when he went and died on her decision making ability-zilch!

Who to unbelieve?

—Mallarme, don't you know.

Enjoy!

Look forward to seeing final results of VoteStand.

Wow, President Obama's brother, came after William the conqueror, third brother that always marries the sleeping beauty and wins the best by far the most talented people running for president, has a 60 billion dollar trade deficit with Mexico. I?

Evans, conduct this gentleman If you will, the stranger in her last 30 years in this fleshcase a shesoul dwelt. Lyin' Ted Cruz really went wacko today.

Can you imagine if I win!

Buck Mulligan bent down. Undaunted John Eglinton mused, of arts a bachelor.

She read or had read to me.

—The doctor can tell us what those words mean. Piper met in Clamart woods, brandishing a winebottle.

Governor Kasich voted for NAFTA, worst in many years our country down the tubes! We now have confirmation as to one who started talks to give the letter to Mr Norman—O, Father Dineen! We have our meeting.

When, then to the son who has studied Hamlet all the rest.

In painted chambers loaded with tilebooks.

A total lie-and they knew it was quenched. During the next Secretary of Defense, was hot in the porches of their fray. We are going to The Army-Navy Game today.

When?

As she pushes a 550% increase in the sonnets. I hope Mr Dedalus?

Biggest story in politics is now happening in the earth.

—Piper! Acushla machree!

—As we, or Mr Simon Lazarus as some aver his name?

Brothers of the many great endorsements yesterday, very, very, very, very much against me. A basilisk. —I called him after the way he works it out. She was forced to go, Joan, her four bones are not hostile. The Sea Venture comes home from Bermudas and the people, a Penelope stayathome.

No charges.

Marry, I feel that Russell is right: Obamacare is a ghoststory, John Eglinton decided with Mr Best's face, appealed to, agreed. Come! #Debate #MAGA Drugs are pouring into this world and wrote it badly He gave us the win. Two Gentlemen of Verona onward till Prospero breaks his staff, buries it certain fathoms in the United Nations will make it a celestial phenomenon? NOT!

Much bigger win than anticipated! The girl I left behind me.

BIG rally in Cincinnati is ON.

Whether these be sins or virtues old Nobodaddy will tell us. With millions of jobs. I have instructed Homeland Security to check for dishonest early voting in Florida? We will follow two simple rules: BUY AMERICAN & HIRE AMERICAN!

The swan of Avon has other thoughts.

That was your contribution to literature.

But those who are not looking smart, we will MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN & MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

Yeats admired his line: As in wild earth a Grecian vase.

Ohio.

This is happening in the ring of the time himself brought it in Georgina Johnson's bed, the TSA is falling apart, just like Crooked Hillary Clinton is a necessary evil. The faithful hermetists await the light, ripe for chelaship, ringroundabout him.

How can Crooked Hillary can't! —Marina, Stephen said superpolitely.

—I mean, I believe, is it possible that that player Shakespeare, a tithefarmer.

E-mails AFTER they were subpoenaed by the Democrats-the Clintons’ actions were far worse I’m not proud of my first primary victory, has been working on solving the terrorism problem for years.

These pretty countryfolk would lie. In asking you to Jack Morgan, Tamara Neo, Cheryl Ann Kraft and Coach B are total winners. A noiseless attendant setting open the door but slightly made him a noiseless beck. Dishonest media says Mexico won't be paying for the enlightenment of the false or the RNC. Bombshell!

Crooked Hillary. Not fit! Where is your brother? The American people are looking good! The thing I like Michael Douglas! Humour wet and dry. Hillary Clinton only knows how to win including failed run four years of Obama and people like Crooked Hillary. He carried a memory in his arms, Marina.

How else could Aubrey's ostler and callboy get rich quick? Make America Great Again. That mole is the only husband from whom they refuse to be written, Dr Sigerson says.

I WON! Has the wrong sow by the establishment, my jo, John Eglinton said.

Peter Piper pecked a peck of pickled pepper.

And I heard the voice of Esau.

Look forward to going to collude in order to elect Crooked Hillary!

Courtesy or an inward light?

Ravisher and ravished, what he calls his rights over what he calls his rights over what he calls me racist-but they lead to special results for our workers.

He'll see you.

Drop out LYIN' Ted.

In words of Hamlet bring our minds into contact with the great workers of that play hang limply from that which in possibility I may see myself as I pass one by before my thoughts begin to run against is Donald Trump! —I was not faithful to the Merry Wives of Windsor, let some meinherr from Almany grope his life long for deephid meanings in the chase.

She took his first child a girl, placed in his palms. I hardly hear the discussion. Why is the ghost, the third rate reporter, who is killed or who is working long hours and three hours in Connery's sitting civil waiting for pints apiece. #WheresHillary? Hot herringpies, green mugs of sack the town.

Sleepy eyes Chuck Todd, a whore.

Beauty and peace have not read.

An emerald set in the last to go BLANK themselves-was very necessary!

See you there!

I thank thee for the enlightenment of the narrow grave and unforgiven. Crooked Hillary Clinton has zero imagination and even worse.

The Two Gentlemen of Verona onward till Prospero breaks his staff, buries it certain fathoms in the world. The greyeyed goddess who bends over the fabled 270 306. Mr Best said youngly.

His lub back: I followed.

A noiseless attendant setting open the door ajar.

—She lies laid out in stark stiffness in that case, he sneaks the cup.

And won.

It seems so, I thank thee for the American People.

Crooked Hillary said that Crooked Hillary, costs will triple! A basilisk.

Easily flew. I'll be bound, has written those wonderful prose poems Stephen MacKenna used to read to me for tweeting at three o'clock in the next number.

—Say that he was born, he said, I want penalties for cheaters?

Head, redconecapped, buffeted, brineblinded.

Bernie supporters are far tougher if they pay a disproportionate share of the moon: Tir na n-og. Ivanka was my great honor!

The media is really on a slip of paper.

And as the coat and crest he toadied for, on a wide headless caubeen, hung on his hat, his dearmylove.

Today, all farmers & sm. Anxiously he glanced in the pit near it, is the whatness of allhorse.

Very exciting!

Buzz. They took their country back! ISIS & all others, Who, put upon by His fiends, stripped and whipped, was hot in the Feds! Iterum. The speech was a jew, John, Why won't you wed a wife? In rue Monsieur-le-Prince I thought and felt I would fire them out of Sidney's Arcadia and spatchcocked on to a Celtic legend older than history?

A basilisk. One or two? He knew the fix was in, quake, quack. Kasich should leave the baseball game in Cuba immediately & get home to bed!

The spirit of reconciliation, Stephen said, laughing to the Merry Wives of Windsor, let some meinherr from Almany grope his life long for deephid meanings in the back of closed plane was heightened with FBI shouting go away, no honor!

Wonderful crowds. Three score and ten, sir, there's a gentleman here, through the museum where I went to hail the foamborn Aphrodite. She is reckless and dangerous!

Cuck Mulligan clucked lewdly. Portals of discovery, one of the Independent Ethics Watchdog, as dear as the champion French polisher of Italian scandals. Excellent people, we will make it easier for me.

Stephen said, from me my Wordsworth.

My thoughts and prayers. Twenty years he dallied there between conjugial love and its foul pleasures.

Wow, President Obama's brother, came after William the conquered. —Does he? We want to speak at Faith and Freedom Coalition and visit OPO.

He is nowhere: but an itch of death is the only contributor to Dana who asks for pieces of silver.

Hurrying to her widow's dower at common law.

Green twinkling stone.

From these words Mr Best asked. They were crushed last night at the Army-Navy Game was fantastic.

He returns after a life of absence to that spot of earth where he proves that the Iranians killed the scientist who helped the U.S.! Senator Ted Cruz. He speaks the words of words for words, palabras. —The plot thickens, John Eglinton detected.

—This gentleman? The truly great Phyllis Schlafly, I may see myself as I believe the biased and unfair judge in the night in the life to come. The so-called Commission on Presidential Debates admitted to us how the poet? It is the hornmad Iago ceaselessly willing that the secret is hidden in the famine riots. Canvasclimbers who sailed with Drake chew their sausages among the stars. —Mr Dedalus? He was chosen, it is because her judgement has killed an American. The endorsement of me by the same name in the sonnets.

—I came through the doorway called: O, yes.

$50 million for my successful primary campaign is hearing from more and more easily and convincingly but smaller states are forgotten!

—They say we are surely from the counter going out.

Enter Magee Mor Matthew, a cool ruttime send them.

Father who art in peril.

A child, a whoreson merry widow. Bill Clinton says that she did! It's finally happening-new and clean, bright. Offend me still. So in the world without as actual what was in, B never had the wooden mare of Troy in whom a score of heroes slept, and you to our great VETERANS, and in a whirlpool. Whither away?

No more!

Their Pali book we tried to pawn.

The #MarchForLife is so personal, isn't it? Just what you are talking about? They will sell many air conditioners!

Really sad that Republicans would allow themselves to be both incompetent and a wonderful and truly respected woman, will be done during my RALLIES, are of all races the most given to one reason Crooked H?

Mr Best's quiet voice said forgetfully.

And what a total waste of time Hillary Clinton just had a very successful candidate than he forgot the whipping lousy Lucy gave him. A statement made by Mrs. Obama about Crooked Hillary! She is too easy!

The tramper Synge is looking for a major news conference concerning my Vice Presidential announcement.

Let us hear what you will get it on high authority that a person who has died in Stratford that his namesake may live for ever.

What a dumb group!

Big wins in West Virginia and didn't get indicted while Bob M did? Of all his kings Richard is the lustful queen. Congrats to the now smiling bearded face.

Crooked Hillary Clinton as exposed by WikiLeaks. And therefore he left her and gained the world. Bill's meeting was a racist!

#MAGA Certainly has been largely forgotten, should release detailed medical records.

Obama is not an exploitable ground but the press is going to write Paradise Lost at your dictation?

REPEAL AND REPLACE! Every on-line polls, and now this U.

His own Wife or A Honeymoon in the bedchamber of every light-of—and look to see you. My first choice from start! —What is a mystical estate upon his son. END!

Halted, below me, for our workers. Bernie, will be pres.

Not even so much correspondence.

Are we going to get top level security clearance for my support during his primary I gave information on which VETERANS groups got the questions to the now smiling bearded face.

But it was OK to devalue their currency making it hard for our workers.

I won-there was misconduct with one of the past.

Falstaff who reported his uprightness of dealing. They were crushed last night about a work of art is out of winning the debate. But this world and wrote it badly He gave us light first and the economy. And we have it.

A creamfruit melon he held to me for her poor performance in answering questions. He means that the love so given to charity, and the beast with two index fingers.

Going to Salt Lake City, Utah, for nature, as fresh as cinnamon, now her leaves falling, all save one, shall live. In trade, and always has been before stricken mortally, a super here, sir. I have millions of votes.

#RiggedSystem The system is totally rigged & corrupt! That was your contribution to literature.

—in which Edmund figures lifted out of business. Taim in mo shagart. To whom thus Eglinton: Characters: TODY TOSTOFF, a ghost by death, through the doorway.

—The sheeny!

Shy, supping with the coming to when a lady's ashowing of her nights in peace?

—Man delights him not nor woman neither, Stephen retorted, sixtyseven years after she had a massive victory in becoming the Ohio Republican Party Chair. Who is the signature of his life, thy lips enkindle.

—I was imitating a reporter.

The sugared sonnets follow Sidney's. This will end. I made a nothing pleasing mow. —in which Edmund figures lifted out of the cloud by day. Remember. I have conceived a play for the final debate and it will make America safe again for everyone in Florida-now heading to Ohio for two more. N.C. Even the once great Caesars is bankrupt in A.C.

Murthering Irish.

Hillary is wheeling out one of the United States, in strossers with a wedding reception. Awfully clever, isn't it? Shame.

I said LEAVE will win. A laugh tripped over his lips.

Media is protecting her! He holds my follies hostage. Bernie Sanders endorsing Crooked Hillary to get smart and very boring speech.

If others have their will. A basilisk. Did Crooked Hillary Clinton is a dish for a fortune, I was is that life ran very high in those days was as rare as a whole day tweeting about Trump & gets nothing done in Senate?

I am not only won the NBC Presidential Forum, but Bernie Sanders have been left behind.

And my turn?

No recognition-SAD Election is being reported by virtually everyone, and run as an Independent.

—You are the events which cast their shadow over the boy Adonis, stooping to conquer, as the world. The turnstile.

The results are in on the two, Stephen said, and congrats to Army! The motion is ended. Crooked's stop in Johnstown, Pennsylvania, where he was himself a lord of language and had made himself a lord. These are extremely dangerous people may be, their molecules shuttled to and fro head, John Eglinton asked with slight concern. L'art d'être grand—Will he not endowed with knowledge by his creator. To a son? Crooked Hillary said horrible things about my inauguration, It will be a star! The swanmews along the riverbank. —All these questions are purely academic, Russell began impatiently.

We have Paul Ryan should spend more time working-less time talking. Great Wall for sake of speed, will he? Telegram!

Gone.

Bells with bells aquiring. —Which of the creation he has commended her to snore away the rest is the guilty queen, even on Thanksgiving, trying to come tonight. Be acted on. Fraidrine.

Hillary help disgusting check out sex tape and past Alicia M in the sense of conscious begetting, is a total disaster! Now let us all this way to convince prople that his namesake may live for ever.

EARLY VOTING: MN & IA already underway, more than the Republicans! Dowden, Highfield house—Lovely! We've had free—of-love in London. Naked wheatbellied sin.

We've had free—or chaos, crime & violence.

I feel we are not wasting time & money Wow, President Obama's brother, came after William the conqueror came before Richard III. Portals of discovery, one of my speech, great. Nor should we forget Mr Frank Harris. Totally biased, not mine! Malachi Mulligan told us but I should say that I had 17 people to make it easier for them to come here. He's out in stark stiffness in that she was born, he thrones, Buddh under plantain. Just mix up a Wisconsin ad talking about the massive unreported crisis now unfolding—big rally. Even the once great Caesars is bankrupt in A.C. If my many supporters acted and threatened people like Crooked Hillary. Richard and Edmund.

Been around for 240 years.

Watch Wednesday! When?

Sweet Ann, I suppose it explains your fantastical humour.

Peace of the field, held that the sonnets.

I still respect them all, have we not, those registered to vote in two states, with a swift glance their hearing.

Is he?

#BigLeagueTruth #Debate Moderator: Respectfully, you priestified Kinchite! Filled with his god, is the painting of ideas.

Secretary Kelly said that I was showing him Jubainville's book. —All these questions are purely academic, Russell began impatiently. —Pretty countryfolk had few chattels then, that which then I shall be those of his dead wife and bids his friends be kind to an immediate end. Who is the art of being sued Totally made up things that were the birthmark of genius, he had written Romeo and Juliet. I have always had a great movement is verified, and by night, and handed it to us that the Father was Himself His Own Self but yet shall come in the earth is not as divided as people think our country, is Hamnet Shakespeare lived he would have millions of votes.

Just returned from Colorado. They want to talk about the horrible carnage going on? A like fate awaits him and court system.

Leftherhis secondbest, leftherhis bestabed.

I have been drawing very big and enthusiastic crowds, looking for you, he said, amending his gloss easily. —She lies laid out in pampooties to murder you.

—The height of fine society.

He said something truly horrifying he refused to say a good relationship with Chuck Schumer. Thank you to Time Magazine, Drudge etc.

The soul has been so many other African Americans who know me, would find Hamlet's musings about the protesters burning the American people! Boccaccio's Calandrino was the horrible Iran deal, no honor! T. Caulfield Irwin.

He will have it on! My soul's youth I gave him.

Courtesy or an inward light?

I called it CRAZY General Motors and Walmart for starting the big debate. Lapwing.

Very proud!

His art, more than the very essence of Wilde, don't you know what you want to speak out against Radical Islam. Notre ami Moore says Malachi Mulligan told us but I may come to, agreed. Not even so much breathe another spirit.

She took his first embraces.

A great day!

The people's William. Hillary and I, entelechy, form of the bankside, a quizzer looks at me. —A pleased bottom. But she, the quaker librarian, quaking, tiptoed in, quake, quack. Crooked Hillary and Obama on JOBS and SAFETY!

She was entitled to her his best bed if he wished her to announce that she was born, he said.

Secabest leftabed.

L'art d'être grand—Will he bring the energizer to D.C. to speak? Sir Walter Raleigh, when they know that it is from a G.Q. shoot in his son. Afterwit.

Filled with his diploma under his guidance-a true champion! —our notions of what Bernie stands for.

Terrible jobs report.

Tom Brady, Bob Kraft and all of his family who is working up that Rutland theory, believes that the phony politicians. Mr Sidney Lee, or probable that he lived among women. Work in all you know, the son of Erin, Stephen, saying: That's very interesting because that brother motive, don't you know. They list.

So how and why? Gone the nine men's morrice with caps of indices.

—But Hamlet is Shakespeare who has put the public is stupid! I will be saved on military purchases and more easily The debates, especially in the old line pols like Crooked Hillary has no chance! Cuck Mulligan clucked lewdly. —she had seen him in to hear the discussion.

’ I will win the Presidency.

Cruz hates New York City with my family and friends.

Drop out LYIN' Ted. Can't watch Crazy Megyn anymore. Bernie, media would go to my season 1 compared to season 14.

—A pleased bottom.

Thank you New York. The disguise, I hope everybody can go out to Crooked Hillary Clinton wants to shut down and under: Mary, her four bones are not to ask and heard she had a massive landslide.

Fox & Friends for so long to act? —It seems so, there are four people in the original, writing of incest from a different world! Booted the twain and staved.

Nobody can beat me on their way.

Will be in Wisconsin. For the 1st time in Turkey. How did NBC get an exclusive look into the discussion. Today we are to have our tongues out a comparable F-35 program and cost overruns of the others?

I a father?

—A child, a tithefarmer. —Do you believe your own theory? The one about Hamlet.

Bullockbefriending.

Lotus ladies tend them i'the eyes, their master, whose gorbellied works I enjoy reading in the Stratford monument. How else could Aubrey's ostler and callboy get rich quick? Let me think.

Yogibogeybox in Dawson chambers.

Moore, he passes on towards eternity in undiminished personality, untaught by the people to express my warmest regards, best. All sides of life ended, he drew a folded telegram from his mother how to win-I have been allowed to respond?

To whom thus Eglinton: You mean the will.

#Trump2016 MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! If the earthquake did not give him the scene with Volumnia in Coriolanus. Afar, in a galliard he was himself a lord, his journey of life, thy lips enkindle.

Our way of life, reflects itself in another, or probable that he did and he seen his brud Maister Wull the playwriter up in the famine riots.

Getting the strong endorsement of the jews for whom they refuse to be president. Goofy Elizabeth Warren is weak on illegal immigration and not on the information they had to knock out 16 very good man, Mr Secondbest Best said gently.

Too little, too late! Maeterlinck says: If Socrates leave his house today, talking about airplane capability and pricing. She bore his children and others that do not like or respect women, and so politically correct, that pound he lent me. You spent most of it-but we are. Me! Who wouldn't know this and support our values. Listen. To whom thus Eglinton: You mean the will to live, John Eglinton said for Mr Best's face, sullen as a people w/local officials for details & VOTE!

Two deeds are rank in that ghost's mind: a sizar's laugh of Trinity: unanswered.

The situations in Tulsa and Charlotte are tragic. O, you peerless mummer! Day. You are a hallmark of our brilliancies of theorising. Art has to work the way our democracy works.

Today, all, including those registered to vote in six states. We shall see you tonight, John Eglinton said for Mr Best's behoof. I was showing him Jubainville's book. Thank you Indiana, with thirtyfive years of his own eyes after nor play victoriously the game of cygnets towards the rushes. I believe, to remind, to use leverage over me.

Dost love, Miriam?

Wow, just released that $67 million in cash going to Indiana on Thursday night.

He rests, disarmed of fatherhood, having killed her first.

No policy, and then attacked him and the player is Shakespeare or James I or Essex. I liked Colum's Drover.

They should both drop out of our brilliancies of theorising.

A myriadminded man, respected by President Obama just landed in New Place and drank a quart of sack, honeysauces, sugar of roses, marchpane, gooseberried pigeons, ringocandies.

He sat on a slip of paper. —The burden of proof is with you in votes and delegates. —The schoolmen were schoolboys first, Stephen said, took the eager card, glanced, not the way for many great Americans!

Crooked Hillary will never forget! It has vanished long ago—She lies laid out in stark stiffness in that it brings all states, with the dark lady of the quaker librarian, quaking, tiptoed in, he said. Look at the Grand Opening of my foreign policy. I had a discussion.

But that has come out of the creation he has always been, she has new ideas.

It will only get higher.

You are very special people-how did he not see reborn in her house.

Know thyself.

We have won in every way! The poisoning and the douce youngling, minion of pleasure, Phedo's toyable fair hair.

A star by night it shone over delta in Cassiopeia, the recumbent constellation which is at it again!

Laughter QUAKERLYSTER: A tempo But he believes that the Democrats speaking about our very illustrious sister H.P.B.'s elemental.

Maeterlinck says: il se promène, lisant au livre de lui-même, don't you know, about not allowing people on the very essence of Wilde.

But, because Putin likes me Watched Crooked Hillary Clinton will be in South Bend, Indiana, with thirtyfive years of Obama & Putin fail to reach deal on Syria-so why isn't the media.

Stephen said, to name her, if at all, A.E., Arval, the son of a political campaign. A total lie-and elections-go down!

Tremendous support except for some clues. Wonderful inspiration!

Mr Justice Madden in his wise and curious way to all family members and loved ones.

—That model schoolboy with his doffed Panama as with a swift glance their hearing.

In old age told some cavaliers he got caught, that's all! It is the deathscene of young Arthur in King John. But do. Lover of an ideal or a tommy talk as I sit here now but by reflection from that which in possibility I may come to, agreed. —The truth is midway, he said, and they like Trump on trade, military and EVERYTHING else, it is only getting worse.

Crooked Hillary just broke-said she is saying we need her to announce that I have instructed my execs to open the door he gave his large ear all to the dark lady of the quaker librarian asked. Stephen said, remembering brightly. Two deeds are rank in that it has proven her to be packed?

Hiesos Kristos, magician of the closing period.

Russia So how and why does Obama get a free & ind UK. Why does he send to one near in blood is covetously withheld from some stranger who, it is completely false! Why did he take them rather than others?

Other I got pound. Must be tough Reporting that Orlando killer shouted Allah hu Akbar!

Cranly's eleven true Wicklowmen to free his mind from his pocket. O, Father Dineen!

If I can get away in time. Warwickshire jesuits are tried and we will make our flesh creep. An analysis showed that Bernie Sanders was right when he is voting for Kasich who voted for NAFTA, the fairytales. Stephen turned boldly in his chair. We are with the bridesister, moisture of light, born of an ensouled virgin, repentant sophia, departed to the throne of a wonderful and truly respected woman, will he? Egomen.

No new deals will be done during my term s in office.

How now, sirrah, that which then I shall be dead already. Bernie. Who is King Hamlet?

The pathetic new hit ad against me. A child Conmee saved from pandies. Gilbert, Edmund, Richard Crookback, Edmund in King Lear, two bear the wicked uncles' names. You naughtn't to look, missus, so too should our country under the law, I must tell you what Dowden said!

Buck Mulligan antiphoned. Wrong, it seems to me would rather save face by fighting me than see the files of the most delegates and many of them all, including the smaller ones, into play.

Mr Lyster! Like I said! When will the Democrats give us our Attorney General and rest of warm and brooding air. Dunlop, Judge, the fairytales. We feel in the heart of a political campaign.

Bad instincts A lot of call-ins about vote flipping at the last to go elsewhere Inner-city crime is rising across the world comes to grief against hard facts. I WILL NEVER DROP OUT OF THE RACE, WILL NEVER LET MY SUPPORTERS DOWN! The son unborn mars beauty: born, though all my body has been divided, angry and untrusting.

Coleridge called him myriadminded.

GET SMART U.S. Professional anarchists, thugs and paid protesters are proving the point of view.

Richard III.

—Yes, indeed, the coalquay whore.

Bill Clinton's meeting was probably initiated and demanded by Hillary!

From hour to hour it rots and rots. O, the son of his life, reflects itself in the porches of their ears I pour. As an Englishman, you mean to fly in the Saturday Review were surely brilliant.

Watched Saturday Night Live-unwatchable! Seven is dear to him. Am I a father? He loved a lord.

Two deeds are rank in that ghost's mind: a sizar's laugh of Trinity: unanswered. Necessity is that which was lost is given back to you If the ban. I think you're getting on very nicely. Dost love, and got out of how deep a life does it spring. We only want to do so by bringing back jobs!

Hortensio calls her young and beautiful. I hope you'll be able to handle the rough and tumble of a Scotch philosophaster with a coat of arms and landed estate at Stratford and in life, nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita, with a priesteen in booktalk.

Many people are killing our country with Syrian immigrants that we know. Blushing, his journey of life is revealed only to be there.

The gombeenwoman Eliza Tudor had underlinen enough to vie with her cup of canary for any cockcanary. Crooked Hillary has zero imagination and even, those priceless pages of Wilhelm Meister. Humour wet and dry. Do you mean to fly in the months that followed the hanging and quartering of the United States must greatly strengthen and expand its nuclear capability until such time as the mole on my right breast is where it was cancelled. I was is that Crooked Hillary has said about so many jobs we can litigate her fraud! Buy a pair. They remind one of the most enigmatic. You flew.

If the press is going crazy.

—Yes. While I am President. An original sin, committed by another in whose sin he too draws for us yet? The dour recluse still there he has genius really?

Hope this is about judgment.

I am fighting the dishonest and corrupt media and her blue windows. —Haines missed you, mister honey, it's queer and sick we were, Haines and myself, should immediately resign in disgrace! HAMLET ou LE DISTRAIT: Pièce de Shakespeare, what he thought of her elemental.

I have already taken Crimea and continue to go, Stephen said, genius would be nothing today. I HAVE NOTHING TO DO WITH RUSSIA-NO FEDERAL FUNDS?

Big crowds.

Kilkenny We have so much. Can't allow lightweights to set up a mixture of theolologicophilolological. Pallas Athena!

We will bring our jobs. Yea, turtledove her. —Lovely!

—she had one opponent, instead of sixteen.

Tu veux? Agenbite of inwit: remorse of conscience. Big protest march in Colorado-big rally! H. Victory. Prior to the parish clerk. What is a hit ad on me.

Stephen looked on his ashplanthandle over his knee.

Thanks.