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I'm kinda in a "I NEED SEX!" kind of stage. And I am wondering if i should ask my ex (who i did not have sex with while we were dating and is not in a relationship) to have sex with me, since i'm single, not looking for a relationship, and don't want to have sex with some drunk dudes...

The man’s scuffing home with all his strength, or what left of it, after a long night at work. The man is an obese person, who wears a baseball cap with the caption “Word Greatest Daddy,” a polyester shirt that is one size too small, and a khaki pants that have been poorly stitched.

In his hand, he carries a black plastic bag. What is in the plastic bag? No one knows, but the man. After a twenty minutes walk on the vacant street, the man arrives at the house. The house is just like any homes in the neighborhood: a two-story building with a small garage, a front yard, and a gate. The man walks pass the rusty gate that has a bunny sticker décor and opens the unlocked door. The man walks inside and puts his plastic bag down on an old, dilapidated couch. He looks around and everything is still in the living room: an old couch in the middle, a mucky television in the corner, and an unblemished, pink rocking horse.

The man takes off the hat, carefully puts it on the rocking horse, and goes to the bathroom. After he took a shower, the man takes his plastic bag and his hat and goes upstairs. The stairs cry out as the man walks on them; they are too impaired to support the weight of the

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man, but they can’t do anything except for crying for help. Out of breath, the man tries his best to drag his useless legs up the final step. He gasps and takes in as much polluted air as he can. After ten minutes of rest, he stands up and walked into a room.

The room is lovely: bunnies on the rose-colored wall, a princess bed with bunny teddy bears, and violet bookshelf with a picture frame on top. The man gently picks up the picture and sits down on the bed. The man stares at the picture, and a single drop of tear kisses the little girl in the picture. The little girl wears a white turtleneck with a pink bunny in the middle, a grey, floral shorts, and pink hairband. In the picture, she is hugging a bunny teddy bear, similar to one of the bunnies on the bed, and smiling brightly.

“It was her third birthday,” the man says, “and I gave her the bunny as a present.”

After a long silence filled tears strolling down his face, he continues, “She had cancer, and the doc didn’t know what to do with it. He said she got two months left, and I didn’t know what to do. She was just so young and so small and so frail; she was a little angel. My little angel.”

The man stops, reaches into his plastic bag, and pulls out a bottle of pills. As he takes out two pills and swallows them, he says, “She loves bunnies, and she would always ask for bunny bears. I once promised her that I would…” And he falls.

What’s in the black bag? No one knows.

The man’s scuffing home with all his strength, or what left of it, after a long night at work. The man is an obese person, who wears a baseball cap with the caption “Word Greatest Daddy,” a polyester shirt that is one size too small, and a khaki pants that have been poorly stitched.

In his hand, he carries a black plastic bag. What is in the plastic bag? No one knows, but the man. After a twenty minutes walk on the vacant street, the man arrives at the house. The house is just like any homes in the neighborhood: a two-story building with a small garage, a front yard, and a gate. The man walks pass the rusty gate that has a bunny sticker décor and opens the unlocked door. The man walks inside and puts his plastic bag down on an old, dilapidated couch. He looks around and everything is still in the living room: an old couch in the middle, a mucky television in the corner, and an unblemished, pink rocking horse.

The man takes off the hat, carefully puts it on the rocking horse, and goes to the bathroom. After he took a shower, the man takes his plastic bag and his hat and goes upstairs. The stairs cry out as the man walks on them; they are too impaired to support the weight of the

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man, but they can’t do anything except for crying for help. Out of breath, the man tries his best to drag his useless legs up the final step. He gasps and takes in as much polluted air as he can. After ten minutes of rest, he stands up and walked into a room.

The room is lovely: bunnies on the rose-colored wall, a princess bed with bunny teddy bears, and violet bookshelf with a picture frame on top. The man gently picks up the picture and sits down on the bed. The man stares at the picture, and a single drop of tear kisses the little girl in the picture. The little girl wears a white turtleneck with a pink bunny in the middle, a grey, floral shorts, and pink hairband. In the picture, she is hugging a bunny teddy bear, similar to one of the bunnies on the bed, and smiling brightly.

“It was her third birthday,” the man says, “and I gave her the bunny as a present.”

After a long silence filled tears strolling down his face, he continues, “She had cancer, and the doc didn’t know what to do with it. He said she got two months left, and I didn’t know what to do. She was just so young and so small and so frail; she was a little angel. My little angel.”

The man stops, reaches into his plastic bag, and pulls out a bottle of pills. As he takes out two pills and swallows them, he says, “She loves bunnies, and she would always ask for bunny bears. I once promised her that I would…” And he falls.

What’s in the black bag? No one knows.

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so would you get back together with your ex if he/she cheated/broke up with you/etc.? please give me your reason

thanks

so would you get back together with your ex if he/she cheated/broke up with you/etc.? please give me your reason

I have to write a poem for HW. I'm not good at writing poem, so please give me some feedback. i don't care if it is extremely critical (i would actually appreciate it), i just want some kinds of feedback. Thank you.

Deep breath, I thought to myself,

Deep breath.

It wasn’t working:

The clock was running around, screaming,

“He did it! He did it!”

Its arms traveling through the sea of time

And kept on repeating the phrase,

“He did it! He did it!”

The whole room echoing with that phrase

Like a mirror looking at its self.

Evidence! Does the paper have the evidence?

Indeed it did. The evidence was right there on the paper,

In black and white.

The words were like the dripping blood

Of the ghosts who haunted the forest Aokigahara.

There were many, and they were everywhere.

They were screaming,

“He did it! He did it!”

I grabbed the paper, and shredded it apart.

No one can blame me now!

I didn’t do it; there are no proves.

I didn’t do it; it wasn’t my fault.

I did it. They know it;

They are watching me.

It was my fault, and they know it.

I did it!

I have to write a poem for HW. I'm not good at writing poem, so please give me some feedback. i don't care if it is extremely critical (i would actually appreciate it), i just want some kinds of feedback. Thank you.

Deep breath, I thought to myself,

Deep breath.

It wasn’t working:

The clock is running around, screaming,

“He did it! He did it!”

Its arms traveling through the sea of time

And kept on repeating the phrase,

“He did it! He did it!”

The whole room echoing with that phrase

Like a mirror looking at its self.

Evidence! Does the paper have the evidence?

Indeed it did. The evidence was right there on the paper,

In black and white.

The words were like the dripping blood

Of the ghosts who haunted the forest Aokigahara.

There were many, and they were everywhere.

They were screaming,

“He did it! He did it!”

I grabbed the paper, and shredded it apart.

No one can blame me now!

I didn’t do it; there are no proves.

I didn’t do it; it wasn’t my fault.

I did it. They know it;

They are watching me.

It was my fault, and they know it.

I did it!

I have to write a poem for HW. I'm not good at writing poem, so please give me some feedback. i don't care if it is extremely critical (i would actually appreciate it), i just want some kinds of feedback. Thank you.

Deep breath, I thought to myself,

Deep breath.

It wasn’t working:

The clock is running around, screaming,

“He did it! He did it!”

Its arms traveling through the sea of time

And kept on repeating the phrase,

“He did it! He did it!”

The whole room echoing with that phrase

Like a mirror looking at its self.

Evidence! Does the paper have the evidence?

Indeed it did. The evidence was right there on the paper,

In black and white.

The words were like the dripping blood

Of the ghosts who haunted the forest Aokigahara.

There were many, and they were everywhere.

They were screaming,

“He did it! He did it!”

I grabbed the paper, and shredded it apart.

No one can blame me now!

I didn’t do it; there are no proves.

I didn’t do it; it wasn’t my fault.

I did it. They know it;

They are watching me.

It was my fault, and they know it.

I did it!

I have to write a poem for school ( i suck at writing poem), and here it's. please give me a feedback (i don't care if it's very critical)

Waking up to the prince who shined the heavenly light

Upon the earth; smiling at the

Cotton rabbit who jumped so high

That he could almost touch glorious place

Where Buddha lived.

Then something happened that made

The prince sad; he cried, and

Cried, and cried for two hours straight.

I felt bad; I really did, but I

Could not help but running wildly in the yard,

Screaming and laughing with my dear

Cousins as the prince continued to cry.

Our clothes were dammed, but

We didn’t care. We rode our bikes with carefreeness

Under the bitter tears our beloved Prince,

And splashed the water like the time we

Jumped into a pile of lava leaves.

I still love the sun, the sky, and

The rain; however, they are nothing

Now, but a star, an atmosphere, a cycle of nature,

And a fond childhood.

Should advertising be ban?

why and why not?

if my make this statement:

Collective bargaining is necessary when natural monopoly happen. the monopolist will be able to get away with underpay their employee because the employee wouldn't be able to find another job that require his/her skill.

the other team would say:

in modern world, people could easily get transfer to another profession based on their skill. like a public prosecutor will have acquired professional skills that enable a relatively quick transition into private or commercial civil practice.

i need help on that part. i couldn't help to find that it's true and extremely difficult to counterattack it... my group have 4 people and 3 of them enjoy going on facebook more than reading articles. i want to win the debate because if i lose, then it's mean F.

I must had seen the world through the eyes of a child

hey can you tell me a quote where jane shown her outspokenness?

"In my mind, I'm probably the biggest sex maniac you ever saw"- Holden

when you try your hardest to be good at a certain thing, but you still suck at it. do you feel piss/sad when it happen?

So i want to buy a facial brush, but then something pop in my mind. so after you use the brush for the first time, won't the bacteria on your face be on the brush afterward? even if you clean it with some kind of chemical stuffs, you can't clean it every day. so is it good for you?

So i know that I am not suppose to switch verb tense back and forth but what are some of the exception?

so if you write a story and you use past tense, but you somehow need to describe a certain object that is not going to make a lot of sense if you write it in the past. do you switch it into present tense?

Ex: I saw something. It was a jjjj stone. jjjj stone [was/is] a stone that [gave/gives] people nutrients.

srry for the confusing example.

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so im looking for a manga with strong and smart female character. the story NEED to have romance. I love historical (in fact the closer it get to a real historical event the better). i always like political stuffs ^0^. i have read the daughter of the Nile ( dont know the japanese name) and it pretty familiar to anatolia story, but red river win (just saying..) the manga doesnt have to have time travel, but the manga REQUIRE TO HAVE Strong and Smart female character, romance. NO yaoi, yuri. No pedophile stuffs..

p.s. I also love MAGIC ><

THANKS