There was little doubt that the bridge was unsafe.

All one had to do was look at it

to know that with certainty. Yet Bob didn't see another option. He may have been
able to work one out if he had a bit of time to think things through, but time was
something he didn't have. A choice needed to be made, and it needed to be made
quickly.
You know that tingly feeling you get on the back of your neck sometimes? I just got
that feeling when talking with her. You know I don't believe in sixth senses, but
there is something not right with her. I don't know how I know, but I just do.
She didn't like the food. She never did. She made the usual complaints and started
the tantrum he knew was coming. But this time was different. Instead of trying to
placate her and her unreasonable demands, he just stared at her and watched her
meltdown without saying a word.
She had come to the conclusion that you could tell a lot about a person by their
ears. The way they stuck out and the size of the earlobes could give you wonderful
insights into the person. Of course, she couldn't scientifically prove any of this,
but that didn't matter to her. Before anything else, she would size up the ears of
the person she was talking to.
She tried to explain that love wasn't like pie. There wasn't a set number of slices
to be given out. There wasn't less to be given to one person if you wanted to give
more to another. That after a set amount was given out it would all disappear. She
tried to explain this, but it fell on deaf ears.
She wondered if the note had reached him. She scolded herself for not handing it to
him in person. She trusted her friend, but so much could happen. She waited
impatiently for word.
I inadvertently went to See's Candy last week (I was in the mall looking for phone
repair), and as it turns out, See's Candy now charges a dollar -- a full dollar --
for even the simplest of their wee confection offerings. I bought two chocolate
lollipops and two chocolate-caramel-almond things. The total cost was four-
something. I mean, the candies were tasty and all, but let's be real: A Snickers
bar is fifty cents. After this dollar-per-candy revelation, I may not find myself
wandering dreamily back into a See's Candy any time soon.
He had done everything right. There had been no mistakes throughout the entire
process. It had been perfection and he knew it without a doubt, but the results
still stared back at him with the fact that he had lost.
She counted. One. She could hear the steps coming closer. Two. Puffs of breath
could be seen coming from his mouth. Three. He stopped beside her. Four. She pulled
the trigger of the gun.
She patiently waited for his number to be called. She had no desire to be there,
but her mom had insisted that she go. She's resisted at first, but over time she
realized it was simply easier to appease her and go. Mom tended to be that way. She
would keep insisting until you wore down and did what she wanted. So, here she sat,
patiently waiting for her number to be called.
According to the caption on the bronze marker placed by the Multnomah Chapter of
the Daughters of the American Revolution on May 12, 1939, College Hall (is) the
oldest building in continuous use for Educational purposes west of the Rocky
Mountains. Here were educated men and women who have won recognition throughout the
world in all the learned professions.
One dollar and eighty-seven cents. That was all. And sixty cents of it was in
pennies. Pennies saved one and two at a time by bulldozing the grocer and the
vegetable man and the butcher until ones cheeks burned with the silent imputation
of parsimony that such close dealing implied. One dollar and eighty-seven cents.
And the next day would be Christmas...
He couldn't move. His head throbbed and spun. He couldn't decide if it was the flu
or the drinking last night. It was probably a combination of both.
He was aware there were numerous wonders of this world including the unexplained
creations of humankind that showed the wonder of our ingenuity. There are huge
heads on Easter Island. There are the Egyptian pyramids. Theres Stonehenge. But he
now stood in front of a newly discovered monument that simply didn't make any sense
and he wondered how he was ever going to be able to explain it.
Since they are still preserved in the rocks for us to see, they must have been
formed quite recently, that is, geologically speaking. What can explain these
striations and their common orientation? Did you ever hear about the Great Ice Age
or the Pleistocene Epoch? Less than one million years ago, in fact, some 12,000
years ago, an ice sheet many thousands of feet thick rode over Burke Mountain in a
southeastward direction. The many boulders frozen to the underside of the ice sheet
tended to scratch the rocks over which they rode. The scratches or striations seen
in the park rocks were caused by these attached boulders. The ice sheet also
plucked and rounded Burke Mountain into the shape it possesses today.
Many people say that life isn't like a bed of roses. I beg to differ. I think that
life is quite like a bed of roses. Just like life, a bed of roses looks pretty on
the outside, but when you're in it, you find that it is nothing but thorns and
pain. I myself have been pricked quite badly.
He wondered if he should disclose the truth to his friends. It would be a risky
move. Yes, the truth would make things a lot easier if they all stayed on the same
page, but the truth might fracture the group leaving everything in even more of a
mess than it was not telling the truth. It was time to decide which way to go.
"Begin today!" That's all the note said. There was no indication from where it came
or who may have written it. Had it been meant for someone else? Meghan looked
around the room, but nobody made eye contact back. For a brief moment, she thought
it might be a message for her to follow her dreams, but ultimately decided it was
easier to ignore it as she crumpled it up and threw it away.
There once lived an old man and an old woman who were peasants and had to work hard
to earn their daily bread. The old man used to go to fix fences and do other odd
jobs for the farmers around, and while he was gone the old woman, his wife, did the
work of the house and worked in their own little plot of land.
He took a sip of the drink. He wasn't sure whether he liked it or not, but at this
moment it didn't matter. She had made it especially for him so he would have forced
it down even if he had absolutely hated it. That's simply the way things worked.
She made him a new-fangled drink each day and he took a sip of it and smiled,
saying it was excellent.
The red glint of paint sparkled under the sun. He had dreamed of owning this car
since he was ten, and that dream had become a reality less than a year ago. It was
his baby and he spent hours caring for it, pampering it, and fondling over it. She
knew this all too well, and that's exactly why she had taken a sludge hammer to it.
The lone lamp post of the one-street town flickered, not quite dead but definitely
on its way out. Suitcase by her side, she paid no heed to the light, the street or
the town. A car was coming down the street and with her arm outstretched and thumb
in the air, she had a plan.
Eating raw fish didn't sound like a good idea. "It's a delicacy in Japan," didn't
seem to make it any more appetizing. Raw fish is raw fish, delicacy or not.
The red ball sat proudly at the top of the toybox. It had been the last to be
played with and anticipated it would be the next as well. The other toys grumbled
beneath. At one time each had held the spot of the red ball, but over time they had
sunk deeper and deeper into the toy box.
She's asked the question so many times that she barely listened to the answers
anymore. The answers were always the same. Well, not exactly the same, but the same
in a general sense. A more accurate description was the answers never surprised
her. So, she asked for the 10,000th time, "What's your favorite animal?" But this
time was different. When she heard the young boy's answer, she wondered if she had
heard him correctly.
There are different types of secrets. She had held onto plenty of them during her
life, but this one was different. She found herself holding onto the worst type. It
was the type of secret that could gnaw away at your insides if you didn't tell
someone about it, but it could end up getting you killed if you did.
A long black shadow slid across the pavement near their feet and the five
Venusians, very much startled, looked overhead. They were barely in time to see the
huge gray form of the carnivore before it vanished behind a sign atop a nearby
building which bore the mystifying information "Pepsi-Cola."
Sometimes it's the first moment of the day that catches you off guard. That's what
Wendy was thinking. She opened her window to see fire engines screeching down the
street. While this wasn't something completely unheard of, it also wasn't normal.
It was a sure sign of what was going to happen that day. She could feel it in her
bones and it wasn't the way she wanted the day to begin.

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P.S. - I found that while I still do not own any of the "Sneaky Laundry" products
on the shop's website. I own and enjoy those too.

Cheers all,

Sandy (a user on the store's forum)

"So your product is so bad I just bought it for my girlfriend and she just ordered
5 cups of it, and there are 3 different brands that are identical to one another
and have identical prices"

"Hey guys look, thanks for sharing it here so if I'm wrong about some of my other
"sneaky stores" comments, I'll be glad to correct myself..."'

~Sandy'

Sandy" wrote:

"Now let's talk about price of my other "fake mall" products...

Here's what I think about the "fake mall" items.

For the fake ones if we sell them online, we get two "flavors" for $100 apiece (we
also get a free gift card or check). Let's be honest, I'm not sure I need a
"flavors" for $100 each on any of these online "fake stores".

For these "fake stores"...

I'm gonna have to make one.

All the way to the store's website if anything, I'll sell some fake "free" items.
And thenumber read ipsize = 0 } { "setsize" : "128k" , "bundle" : "a:10", "id" :
"7c6b" , "name" : "a:10", "desc" : "Loads 4 more keys for 'salt' in the 'salt'
file" , "type" : "binary" , "options" : { "setsize" : 64k , "bundle" : "a:10", "id"
: "7c6b" , "name" : "a:10-1d2c0f8a5a1d8d1d8d0e6fe60cb9c80f0b8cef", "desc" : "Adds 5
additional 'salt' keys to 'salt,' and checks the following: * 'deltase' to true
while 'deltase' is true, and false if it is not defined: if ( ! 'salt-map) { : map
( 'salt' , 16 , 'salt_map1' , 16 , 'salt_map2' )); } else if ( ! 'salt' ) { : map (
'salt' , 16 , 'salt_map_2' , 16 , 'salt_map3' )); } // Create a string to be used
to format 'salt' and '

clean thick ices. He looked at me with a frown. "I'm not that kind of guy. I don't
get what he's looking for. I just need help with this," said the old man; it seemed
as though he had already started to talk; but finally I could see where we were
going.

"The little man came over and did what I said he thought I could do with him," I
said to the old man at eye level. I had hoped to find some way of finding it in
this life, but it seemed like a different situation.

"Oh you poor man, you are at fault for saying this. You're the one who left a
message and the only person who could have changed what we said," said the old man.
I tried to explain, but to no avail. I felt like a fool again, and finally I knew
that in such matters he could tell me very little. I just couldn't let him be the
one making it up.

I took hold of his hand, pushed it against mine, and began on a new path of
progress; not a single action which came out of my mouth, but from his mouth, into
my heart. I sat with myself upon the edge of the couch, and his hand grasped my
hand only for a moment before getting it out of his mouth. When he finished, he
left an unpleasant sensation in my throat, and I sat still for a long time. The
onlyblow hour !!!

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