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I need to tow my car to a shop, and get some work done on it, but I've only moved on the island at the beginning of the year so still not super familiar with any mechanics or car shops.
Anyone have a recommendation for a mechanic they've had a good experience at?

I felt so much desire, and then he treated me badly and I don’t know why
The sweetest man, I loved our time together and I don’t know why things went wrong. Was he masking his true personality?
I was quite terrified to date. I have a fear of getting hurt and trusting people.
So when I (26 f) first met my ex boyfriend (30 m), I was so scared. I communicated this to him, as I felt nauseous all the time and he reassured me that he was a nice guy and I have nothing to worry about and that he really likes me and even if anything happens, we will always still be friends. He was the sweetest guy I’ve ever met!!
He was so nice, affectionate and constantly sending me soppy messages. Our dates were amazing and he seemed to adore me. We had so much in common weirdly, and he agreed with everything I said. We connected so well and it was just so fun
We had so much in common, shared experiences of grief, we both didn’t drink alcohol , he said he loved my calm nature and how quiet I was
I relaxed and started to enjoy the relationship. He was a new immigrant to the country, and only 2 days after he moved here had me messaged me on tinder.
Because of this, I was the one planning all the dates. I planned picnics, walks, escape rooms, Cooked him dinners and picked him up in my car
There were a few red flags though and I brushed them aside. One being he never planned dates and the other the fact he constantly talked about his ex girlfriends. He had stayed very close friends with them and had only ended a situationship 3 weeks before he met me and still talked to her
Nevertheless, we got on so amazingly and our connection and chemistry was great. But over time it faded
He even reassured me he wasn’t using me for sex and said he preferred cuddles to sex
A lot of things he did annoyed me because I felt he had no consideration for me. Like talking about his exes in front of my friends, not cooking me food when I went to stay at his, he talked about his future goals and I didn’t really fit into them it seemed
The big one was him telling me he broke up with his ex because he wanted a baby and she wasnt ready and she said he was pressuring him. When I told him I want kids in future he said ‘oh I don’t want them anymore, I’m going to book a vasectomy!’ In which I replied ‘wow that’s a permanent decision, I’d hold back on that one.’ And he seemed to get annoyed with my comment
He always started to get annoyed with me. I got little criticisms all the time and I’d I did the slightest thing wrong, I was met by an evil deathstare. He changed, he wasn’t nice like he was in the beginning. He accused me of not u understanding sarcasm and being indecisive with date planning. He called me manipulative when I asked for my needs to be met. He was extremely resentful especially when I brought up my needs. Every time I wanted to talk about things I was worried about, he would just shut down. He also would always sulk about tiny things such as a pizza takeaway being closed or WiFi not working in a hotel meaning he wouldn’t speak to me all night
I became so anxious and sad and told him this and he said he couldn’t reassure me. I actually lost attraction to him which I assumed meant I had a medical problem so went to the doctor
One day out of the blue, he phoned me up and said he’s ending things because

• he doesn’t want kids
• he wants a life where he can move around a lot (weird because so do I)
• he never fell in love and dated me because he was lonely
• he needs therapy and hasn’t lived in many years

It’s a year on and I’m desperate to find a partner as he is the only person I’ve ever liked but I feel like I’ll never have feelings for anyone ever again
I found his exes instagram and although they are friends , she has so many posts about narcissistic abuse and trauma bonds, perhaps she is referring to him

So I’ve been seeing this guy from the past 2-3 months. It’s all great but we’ve not gone on a proper date and we don’t spend time together apart from having sex. He’s not even bought me a flower, I keep asking for one btw. So I don’t have a problem commuting via Uber because my house is super close to the place we usually meet. I don’t expect him to pick me up now because he has to take a u turn so it becomes bothersome for him. Today after having sex he asked me to leave, it was as if he could spend time alone rather than with me. He told me he was coming with his driver, but he eventually drove himself somehow idk if he lied so I don’t ask him to pick me up or if something happened and he had to drive himself, so anyway he then suggested I book my Uber and leave. I mean you don’t even do the bare minimum, you are not thoughtful at all the LEAST u could do is fkn drive me 5 mins away. How tf am I supposed to know that he cares?! I didn’t say anything to him I just came back home and i just feel so turned off by him it’s so weird. I can’t be so easy and available like this. I mean I’m his girlfriend but that also happened after we had this huge fight and I told him to pack up and leave if I don’t get a tag. I just don’t understand, am I being used? Idk if I’m pmsing or what but honestly, I don’t feel like sitting in his car ever after today and I’ve this urge to turn this into something casual because he can’t handle my expectations if I’ve to see him as my boyfriend and clearly this is too less for me.

Hi reddit.
Throwaway account bc it feels like a sensitive situation.
I work in a small retail store in a fairly small town. We sell fairly expensive product, though we try our best to make everything as affordable as we can. It's a nice job, I needed it when it was offered to me, I got it against all odds, and it has to do with the field I want to make a career and life in. I started out super excited and now about six months in I literally dread going to work every day. I can't wait to get out at the end of every day, just because of this one coworker.
For context, I'm 24 and work with a handful of other people including the coworker in question, who's in his 50's. When I started he seemed really nice and wanted to take me under his wing and show me the ropes. And that quickly became me doing the majority of his job while he took the credit for it, and the rest of this mess.
I already felt weird about him because his walk didn't match his talk at work. We don't have any managers but he acts like one because he orders most of our product. But he literally barely does anything until he wants to look like he is. He sits up in his corner or his office and avoids helping with customers. Every now and then when product comes in he'll act busy and huff and puff and curse under his breath as he goes past us and customers. He's gotten in trouble before for cursing and yelling when customers are in the store. Has rage fits where he's thrown expensive product over his head to "move" it and broken things doing this. And literally every other person at our company does not like him, but they don't really fire people?? So he's still here.
I don't have a car and was walking to work every day for a few months without telling anyone, because I didn't want to make anyone go out of their way. But then I started having sleeping issues and not showing up as early as I used to and people started seeing me walk around the corner. So this coworker started offering me rides, and I took them every now and then at first because it meant I didn't have to walk every day. When more people started finding out I got more offers too, but he was always the first to text me in the mornings and it was fine at first.
Since he also freelances in the field I want to go into, he started inviting me to events he was working, having me help him with his equipment while driving to venues and watch "how the old guys do it" all the while telling me stories about other girls he'd take to do this, though always with the caveat, "Never anything below the belt." And I started to really get the skeevies, have avoided these kinds of trips since.
I've been made aware that he has used the company credit card to make personal purchases -- including sex toys for his wife?? who also works in the company btw -- and have them delivered to the store, then he just pays back the company over time. And he spends WAY too much of our bosses' money anyway buying product we don't need, or buying too much product that we physically don't have space for. Like recently a buy in for a company was around $35k at max for the products we needed and he made an order for $70k including a ton of product that is over the price range we try to keep in stock for our customer base. Like stuff we probably won't sell for years. It's just gonna sit in our back room with tons of other expensive stuff we keep there "until someone asks about it" but only get pulled out for people to see them and leave.
He leaves work early all the time, has an excuse to take off almost every weekend so the rest of us always have to work them. We've handled it well, and can handle ourselves, so that bit's just annoying. But it somehow it just feels like it gets worse every day.
Because then, on days where just he and I would be working, he started bringing up sexual topics. Now I can get close to people and talk about that stuff but I have specific childhood trauma related to older men and after they'd known me for awhile I'd opened up a bit to my immediate coworkers about it. So when it happened the first time and he started talking about porn him and his wife watched and his opinions on BDSM?? I told him politely that I didn't really like to get into these conversations because I wasn't in a good spot to talk about it. He continued, and because we had hours of work left and there's not much I can do without leaving my post, I just kinda sat through it with small additions to conversation until either the phone rang or a customer came in and I had a reason to get up/leave the conversation.
Then he started inviting me to their house saying we could cook dinner and he could show me music and stuff. I haven't accepted that. Then it got to the point where he was still inviting me to events and saying I could go with him and stay at their house and just come to work the next morning.
One time my dumbass left my phone at work and walked to my roommate's job to ask to use theirs to contact coworkers because I was scared about being home alone where we live with no way to call for help if i landed in an emergency situation. He was the only one who answered and after I used my roommate's car to get home (bc they wouldn't let me walk lol) he coordinated getting my phone with my roommate and showed up to their job to ask which apartment at our complex I lived in. My roomie was like, "Oh I can take it home to them when I get off!" To which this man responded, "No, I'd feel better if I just went and dropped it off myself." I, sitting alone at home, got a knock on the door and it was him, saying, "Special Delivery!" And smiling. Very kind, I'm very appreciative, but it feels weird with the context of everything else.
I've stopped taking rides from him so much recently and I think it's upset him. He's been a lot more pissy at work. I felt bad about still taking rides from him when I felt uncomfortable, but I really wanted to stop when he showed me a song saying, "I wanted to show it to you because I know we have similar trauma." And I don't want to play trauma olympics, but this man is referring to both of us having had left the same religion in our pasts. For context, he chose to leave because it didn't sit right with him anymore. I had sex for the first time when I was 18 and had to publicly step down from my leadership position and got put through what was basically a "redemption program" I ended up defecting from because it was so dehumanizing. It felt a lil more than mildly insulting after I'd opened up to him about some of what I'd been through.
My roommates watched me go from being excited about work to not talking about it at all, and when I finally told them what was going on they won't let me take rides from him and are driving me to and from work. My other coworkers just found out he's been inviting me to stay at their house and they're appalled and trying to get me to talk to our bosses about it.
Last week one of said other coworkers went to our boss about his rage fits and that led to a non-directed talk to all of us by our owner that was basically, "We want everyone to be happy coming to work, if you're unhappy please come talk to us." But it was worded in a way where I don't think he knew it was about him.
So now I'm getting a little pressure to take my situation to them because the doors have been opened for me to do so.
I'm just scared. Because I've been through far worse and know that I can handle it, albeit my being uncomfortable. I know how to navigate situations with creepy men, I used to work restaurants in the bar scene here. But the only people with authority in our company is our owner and co owner, and they're pretty hands off because they actively work alongside everyone else too while running everything.
If I do say something, what if they don't do anything? He's made it through so many fireable offenses without being fired, how would this be any different? Plus I feel bad thinking about the prospect of someone potentially losing their livelihood just because I, a person who has been here 6 months, is uncomfortable. If I speak up and nothing happens, what if the work environment becomes more uncomfortable and hostile?
So here's my question. Should I talk to my bosses, and if so how should I go about it? Should I just stay quiet and deal with it? Is there some kind of middle ground I'm not considering?
Thank you for reading if you got this far and thank you for any advice that may be offered in advance <3

Can somebody please take a clear picture of the Euro car park Sheffield Matilda street yellow sign with the terms and conditions please? I’ve got an appeal to write up for these cowboys

Hey yall!
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I'm hoping to fly in for a game this season and I'm wondering what my best options for transit are? UbeLyft are usually the quickest option, but I'm wondering how reliable/feasible it would be to take the Rail from the airport and then take #70 bus to the stadium. I realize it would be longer than a car but I probably won't be in any rush and I'd love to save the money of an Uber.
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Thanks!

I recently graduated and am about to start a 1-year contract position in Toronto, earning about 88k (all-inclusive, no benefits as it's a contract). I'll be living with my parents trying to save as much as I can. I have a 10k emergency fund.
How do I start saving and towards what? I want to start gunning for a down payment on a home, but also I know retirement savings are crucial. What should I do first? Monthly expenses are literally just a couple hundred bucks on phone etc., Plus spending money. No car, no rent.

‘Surviving The Win’.
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Chapter 009 - A.
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Santa Claus, had initially checked his list, and found that a Fairy Pipe had made its way into request, in the 21st Century.
The Fairy Pipe, is to be given to Andrew Thomlinson, he conceded, turning through some papers, although he couldn't make out why it said, from, “Eldritch.”
Was it more likely, Nicholas had wondered, that Eldritch was a nod to the entirety of the Elf Kingdom as the name would seem to suggest, or merely the alleged person, named Eldritch Spellbound.
Who is that, Nick? asked Mrs. Claus, coming forward with a glass of milk for her husband, and a bowl of milk for their cat.
As far as I know, he announced, Eldritch is the sort of person, who only ever existed, in the mind of, Avem Smith. However, he continued, Eldritch is also the nickname of one of our young beneficiaries in the future, by the name of Andrew. His name appears as such, as of 2004, anyhow.
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Nick walked out of their Fairytale Cabin to the Shed Of Lost Objects, located by their Barn where the Reindeer could be found.
“Curio Adhurio,” he reacted aloud, upon locating the small Smiling Rock. It was on a Shelf, and would later find it’s way into Perry’s hands. We should let Ben out for a while, he stated. He continued to leave the Shed, carrying a bottle of Zinfandel, as well. The reason for this, not being altogether evident, yet.
Carrying both items out to the Elf’s Workshop (an enchanted, overlarge, walk-in, OMRISS Cupboard), which operated by an ancient Medean Mean (or, Magical Modality), wedding each and every promulgatory to it’s prime, and by sāwa (an Arabic word, meaning to regularize or settle), as it is related to their word imil for make or do, unless of course by istahwā/h-w-y
اِسْتَهْوَى
Meaning to fill with passion, to make desirous, to enamour, to seduce, and/or to gain.
An en-dezlegare or resolver… with a key.
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The entrance to this Elf's Workshop, was about large enough to afford a small to regular-sized person through. He found it propped open.
The Bottle of Zinfandel, known as Zin was a “Goesting”/“Lust,” Alcohol.
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The elves, as usual, were hard at work.
Claus rang their work Bell. In his hand, he held the Silver Key Ring. He told them all to cease, and leave for approximately 45 minutes. They would alert Mrs. Claus. He needed her outside, once they were in the Cabin.
The elves ceased their work in the shop and exited.
Pitching the Rock onto a clear spot on the Floor of the Room, he poured out an Offering of Zinfandel, before closing and locking the Giant Omriss Door.
The Clauses waited outside the Cupboard 40 minutes and then into early Dusk.
Instinctively, their cat, “Loose,” came forward to light the way for both Nick, and Ma.
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They were feeding the Reindeer when it happened. A peculiar light shone, from out of the window of the Shed Of Lost Objects.
Nick saw this, and took it as his cue to walk back over to The Shed Of Lost Objects. The Delva La Plume Pipe had appeared. Nick went in to retrieve it.
Supposedly, it had been made of Tatter’s Old Trick, “Flower.”
Good!... he stated, portentiously satisfied.
Walking back with it, he was addressed by Mrs. Claus, who couldn’t really see why Nick hadn’t just settled for one of their Poinsettias, or crafted a pipe, himself. She returned to the Cabin.
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15 further minutes in, and Santa had heard a Loud Thump in the Giant OMRISS. He stood back, and unlocked the door... then, opening.
Ben? Is that you in there?
Yes it’s me Mr. Claus, said the depth of a murky voice of rather picky decisiveness. He was hidden in the shadows.
Well, come forward. I have something of yours. Actually, something of importance to discuss, about it. I need your blessing. Is this your Delva La Plume Pipe?
Yes, we’ll of course, replied Ben. It’s blessed by Lasagna.
May I give it away to someone? Nick’s voice wavered a little. He was referring to, “Ben’s,” Delva La Plume Tobacco Pipe, after all. It being a very sensitive matter to open about, let alone giving it away.
Golly, Nick? what are you going to give me in return for it? This Flower Pipe is a Sacred Item of mine. It had the Blessing of a Pixiu Money Dragon’s Yen. Those pertain to Ien/Tobacco Smoke, and of course Gum, as Resin. How did you find it, by the way?
Only by how lost you were, yourself, Ben. Which is why I summoned you to confiscate it. You hold to too much, making you your own lost artefactuary. How about I give you a job, to occupy yourself with? Do you mind?
Stepping forth a, “Krampus-looking,” Ben, known as, “GAAP (for Lust),” to the Hebrews’ Demonolators, appeared as a dark fog, with two cool yellow eyes. What type of job, asked Ben. He was most perturbed by the idea of losing his tie to the Dragon. It had been near him, almost his entire life. Now, he’d been bidden back in time to see Nick.
Nick handed him a Blessed Fairy Birch Twig, stating, I would like you to watch over Andrew.
Ben, agreed. Okay, no problem! But how do you want me to be to any of the men or women on the merchant’s end of the tally involved. Those with Tobacco… or, furthermore, Andrew, himself. What about the picture?
Mainly, Nick asked? The Saint, now being shocked, and a bit sorry to hear the Demon's plaintive-sounding consideration. Mainly, I pray you’ll treat them mercifully. I bid you off of them. First, however, I have something to read to you.
What could that be? asked Ben, a little agitated.
What I have here, is the boy named Andrew's, soul legal, written out.
A legal, why would he have even needed it? Asked Ben.
He was Naughty, said Nick.
And you still want to give him my pipe? Ben was flabbergasted and shook his head in disapproval, The fog dissipating and then reaccumulated.
Yes, but if it’s any consolation, I’m having you involved on the matter of this topic, to assign you to a task. You can follow me around for gift deliveries.
Okay, he sighed, let me hear it. Away!...
An Elf of exceptional hearing, well guarded, and of swift feet, ran out to take the pipe away, and then ran back to the cabin.
After a medium-length discussion, Ben was satisfied, and entered back into the Cupboard.
Santa’s last words to Ben, were… Just, be moderate. You are, by your Goetic, “Lust Spirit,” naming, a commoderator of amounts of passion in dibs, but we need to keep that, clean. You also put the Darker Passions into what you see to. I’m going out on a limb here, but hopefully that very thing, won't impact anything, other than our N’Oel Nights, and the Pipe. You know how we aim to role our Presence, in the World.
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The Winged-and-Horned Shade, of Ben, after clamouring back into the Cupboard, was silent.
Slowly… and MOST surely, Santa twisted the Silver, Locking Key. This, without a word of lib, and doing so, with a certain determination.
It must be noted, that a similar smaller make of this magical re-animating Cupboard, later made a popular movie.
Not without stress, Nick later wiped his brow. I hope he didn't have too hard a time with this new arrangement… Nick had been sweating for what he might end up having to go through over the Holiday visits (with Ben in tow, that is).
Pulling a delivery sack, from out of the Barn and coming back to the Cupboard again. He opened it a final time.
He found only the rock on the floor, and after sweeping away the muddy dirt, and doing a bit of cleaning, he put the rock, pipe, and bottle of goestling into the pack. He had Mrs. Claus file all of the Elves, then, into the OMRISS, bidding them, goodnight.
Upon awakening, they would be only noddy toys. Except for the good ones. Those? The immortal Hadibi’ndula.
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Remember:

1. The OMRISS is a Real World Cupboard. While Fictional in it’s Movie-Premise, it is a had in of Nursery Rhyme in it’s very Sinching Synopsis. A bidden in of Fairy Tales, and built to the scale of a Mother-Hubbard-Sized hole in a home, it Sinter Crofts, as though enchanting Knacked Wood. While bidding, “idle-timed,” it neither ins wood living nor dead, but delivers any of it, and all of it, to take off as life anew, by how it had new life in it ever bidden. In this way, it is alike a Comardin'd Haduzen Christic.
2. The Former Word Gas, mentioned in the Chapter on Goz, Relates to Gos and Gauze, or Phantoms, as well as Petroleum. Thus, Benzine.
3. The Suffix of Which, “-Zin,” rather, as a, “Zinfandel,” Is a Goestling Alcohol, or Alcohol Spirit, and, when by the Phantom Bal/The Ghostling Ben, is the Lusty Demon, named GAAP/TOAB.

• This, in particular, is alleged, and while found in Aleister’s involvements of his acclaimed Solomonic Magic, none of his work, may be taken overly seriously, as for any good. That is, because, if the Demon Science is truly a Fatherless/Bastard science of no good method or intention to God, reading it puts your soul in jeopardy.

As it is load of diabol heresy, and when we know that Demon’s are indeed real, it surfeits your God will, to operate as his accountancy-recastecaller (in a, however bidden), and the very need of reform of a man with No God Say. He was lored as a religious Ba’aler of religion… to say that it mattered, but as caste, and with spirit possessions admitting him forward, not enough concession of (God) control, could be in it. The unholy Ceremonial Art, if made, not only by unholiness, but impious countenance being his main ten.

• If I must, I would mock my own writing for yet another true as in bidden moment, to have you read in, yet another line of beneficial advice. The Holier People, as well as other People of Age Enough to Drink, can control the Spirits as mentioned above, only as insofar AS a Zinfandel might be their only reality (or any other Alcohol), but not the Demons, themselves.

They, for Judaeo-Christians Prophets, need a proper coursing (as routed out and then sealed, as out in a sanction, and never bidden). Also, demons must occasionally be bound and cast into the pit or hellfires, though this turns a Carnic Karmal relaying, of, which they do create by their being off-put, which causes a hay, when it need be maintained as a need for reminders of moral hall-calls. That is, not fraternizing amourishly over them.
Reason as in it, being, that it enburdens followers by demon lawing, and the apostates then vie for their pry at buying out the prelacy, by fay-way none the wary, no matter where Revelations had in. We need Fellowship's Service, in gracious God support. Not con-arded rapture of hierarchical courts. Not all is bidden. Heretic in me.
Alcohol, apart from all and any demon loring, is at a shy when imbibing wisdom for Heaven, and therefore, not recommended for anyone (especially not those who are ill of conscience, judgementally off righteous God call, or leprous).
The reason why, being if the person were ill, they were already unclean and alcohol is low-kosher. This means that, if any were taken, only a little should be allowed, and only for one, as we do not want all people on it.
If a proper handle is lacking, then it is recommended left out of it.

1. For the purposes of this story, Santa only drinks milk, and no Zinfandel, is had, by either of the Clauses, nor their elves.

Aside from alcohol, people need to possess a Spiritual Sobriety. Minding what God says being of the utmost importance in how they do. This is important to maintaining God Line Vitality to the Prayer, aiding the power of Scripturally Appropriate Discernment in Usefully Testifying Matters, as well as being a Better Bid, on the off, for Righteous Judgement Calls in Heaven’s Jurisdictional Witness and Guard the Flock, and Any, helping All the Kingdom to know Him (The Christ), and Life itself.
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Well, Ben's off to drive Andrew crazy! Pa mumbled to himself, coming back into the Cabin.
Andrew doesn’t know, but that Osé of his, is a Snow Leopard/Uncia Uncia, which exemplifies Unk/Twain/Wit, through an Ounce/One, making it’s Were-Cat/Ju-Ju transformation, by All One, as an Oni Spirit.
The Oni, will now, I hope, feel only occasionally bidden to discipline Children with the Madenning, “Fairy Birch Twig,” and only the Naughty, as a Krampus, and while around the Winter’s Holiday when I can Supervise and offer Gifts to People.
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How did you win Ben, so fast? Ma asked.
I told him that Andrew was divining with a Dictionary, by Bibliomancy or Book-Fortune-Telling, and got landed with the names Spellbound and Eldritch before 2004, Monarch and Bishop in 2007, and then finally, in 2020, Signature. That making a minimum of 5 Nicknames.
Signature? said Mrs. Claus. How dreadful. The pipe is Andrew's then?
By all accounts I'd have to say so, but my Records mention, the Pipe is to be given, from Eldritch.
Where should we send it to? she asked.
As no Eldritch Spellbound truly exists, I suppose we should send it to all of El-Dom, until such a time as Andrew receives it.
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I’ve got the document right here. It truly says it all.
Andrew thought that random lot drawing was only a random act. But it’s that very random act that plods (if not by plotting), a path. Some forms of lot drawing are unbidden. We leave it at, that Andrew, hadn’t known God.
Later, he figured that the white light leading him through pages of his (fortune-told), Self-Naming Ceremonies was a Holy Spirit Guide, when it was, in fact, an Evil, Insanity, Demon Spirit named Osé, making him follow a long, drawn-out, Ghost-Written, Trail, of, “Eldritch”/”Creature”/”Bucca,” “Monarch”/”King”/”Faust,” and, “Bishop”/”Pope”/”Jack Frost, naming.
He had a Signature written out on a Letter to Christ, when he divined the word Signature, though!
Oh, is Signature his name, now?! Look after all names, they said? This little man is responsible for having us look after everyone, then… She gave a faint laugh, then wincing in the snow. His Birth Name, though?
He wrote it out prior, unwittingly.
Where was it located? asked Mrs. Claus.
Well, on a Note to God saying, more-or-less, that he’s a, “Psalm 139”/”Fearfully and Wonderfully Made”-Believing, as well as an, “Isaiah 11”/”God's Animal Safety Promise”-Indebted, “Over-Kill-Joy,” Repentant Sinner who goes over the top obsessively in small circuits, but still believes in The Lord.
Do you think he’s ready for this Fairy Pipe? Asked Mrs. Claus.
It came from Tatter’s Flower, and Ben had it enchanted somehow, with a Dragon, said Nick admitted embarassed. Anyhow, Andrew aimed to confess that he’s a, “1 Corinthians 5:5 Repentant,” and will have to wait to see the Christ, without usurping the Church, by abiding good protocol in the World. In the Interim… Not really. I think he needed to feel gifted.
Nick! Ma warned. This could go horribly wrong! Well, what? Do you think he’s acquitted of it, by Secret Societies involvements over his head, ‘surping him by summonry?
If they Governed his Movements, that’s why the coincidences are down to Spirits of Wickedness in High Places being the multiple homes he's moved to. Anyhow, let’s have some Hallongrotta.
Remind me again, why The Delva La Plume is the one he needs and not a Poinsettia. Mrs. Claus asked.
He needs one that’s Christened/Named, and, Ma! Pa whined, lastly, it's not that there aren't other Fairy Pipes to be made, but I’m pretty sure they have to be prayed for, to be received properly. This is the right one for, “El's New Nativity.”
I’ve had enough Nicholas, and you even wasted our Zinfandel. I’ll see you in the morning.
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As for, on whether, he was Signed?
I just so happen to know he's still in Osé, and not all-out Satan malurky! Nick fittered secretly to a mouse, Osé means honorific title in Japanese.
But how was it to be… In Ba’al or even exorcizable..
Andrew Thomlinson, sat in his room, browsing the Global News and Weather, on his Smart Phone's Internet. The year was 2018.
Kali? he asked. Are you sure we should do this? He put out a cigarette into his ash mug (a rather conventional ashtray?).
One more, Magic Drew Bear, his cherubim replied.
Well, you said three, but I don’t know, he said.
They were onto a third.
Then they'll know that you and I are meant to be.
A third fire, could put the world in dire peril… Andrew, hesitated. Both fell in Phantom Love over never meeting and discovering Opera.
You know, I don't really believe in this stuff, but who am I? I'm not real. Everything's realler than I am! We'll make it three fires and that way, if your theories are true, we'll be able to locate them and prove them and if they locate you, we can find a way of announcing our love before them all. I'm sure they'll manage a way of bringing us together, that way.
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But Kali, who are you, again, asked Andrew, dearly, and half disbelieving as he picked up another cigarette. You called me a Magic Drew Bear one day, and I'm not lying, that won my heart, but I don't even own the better part of my own apartment or dollar to get us started off together, yet. How will we ever find a way to live together?
You'll come to get me from the East Coast of Canada, she said. In all regalia, and sweep me off my feet... Either that, she said, or you'll meet me at my hospital.
That story always changes.
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Kali had met him, at first, in Portage La Prairie, Manitoba, in a vision, where she had stood outside his apartment window shuffling her feet, but when Andrew had looked, she hadn't actually been there.
At least, that's how it had started.
Now it was that, the two, were playing a very dangerous game, of placing Faustian Fairytale bets, on the landscape of the, "known," world.
In, “Clement.”
On one hand, Andrew believed in girls, on the other hand he didn't know why he had to feed this one birdfood or get off his butt and find a job, before the war or, better still, he didn't know why he had to lend to starting the minor Apocalypse, which would inevitably start the war, then followed up by the real Apocalypse, afterward. Nobody ever let him in on those sorts of dire detailings.
It's an Ion.
Like a Kirby, you're saying? His friend couldn't believe him. The pink demon puffoon from the video games?
Well, the way I see it, all fires are synchronized in some way, though they never appear so. Think of two synchronized blinking lights. Now, command them ionic. Only, those two lights fly around, and sync their, "behaviours and patterns," while all over the place, or the planet. And then, take it one step further... they're never truly only even ONE pair.
Why do they fly around?
I think they fly around to examine every known or unknown thing in existence. When they're at rest, it's because they've found enough Spark, Combustible Material, and my guess is, Air. They're really all over the Universe that way, only we can't tell for their Disparity and Scale and the Fires.
So they just inhale, things combust, and then they dwell in their ember and/or maybe die down a bit to continue? Yeah... Drew, that's lame. Kirby's not a real demon.
But don't you see. I know that! They're not actually Kirby. They're one little ion commanding an existence circuit.
Then the question I'd ask is, are they (or is it), necessary to existence, or better yet, do they command it?
You know what? Since I saw the manifestation of those fires on the ninth of September, from my bet with, "Invisible," Kali, last year, I'm kinda growing more wary of flickering lights...
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• CRACK! *

“WHAT ON EARTH WAS THAT?!!!”
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A Lady stepped out of a Car and turned to face the two of them.
The Card: "Sparing you any details on how my ashes may have been in slight, I've commanded you into my furnace for how the furnishings were not in right."
~ Andrew writes loopy letters, said one girl, while giggling, back in his Junior High. And I couldn't tell who he was trying to impress. You... Or Jim Davis. ~ A Bat flew in and settled into the tree (it had been the Eaves Trough).
OKAY... Tags off, and Let Me Know How Everything Fits! His mom, got back into the car, waved and drove off.

Posted in chess but then found this sub which seems more appropriate. Dad working on 2nd grade graduation gift. Please advise if there is a more appropriate sub for this question/post and will remove/relocate.
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My son's 2nd grade class has had a very successful run with a chess club this year - highest participation level ever and some very kids very excited about chess but rolling into summer break.
I (and other parents) are interested in purchasing an electronic board to enable the kids to play by themselves over the summer when group play is not available.
The goal is a board the kids can play on independently - not required to be connected to a computer, no 'screen-time', and some level of ease of use for the age group. Ideal too if they could travel with it and play in the car on family trips. Open to costs between $100-$250; would stretch more if there is clear value to going higher (but hard to imagine the >$1000 board being worthwhile for the age bracket).
There is so much conflicting information on-line about which boards may be worthwhile but have looked at ChessUp, DGT Smart Board, Millennieum eONE, Millennieum Chess Genius.
Appreciate any thoughts. Likely means he will start beating his Dad very soon, but am proud of him already for the progress and looking forward to it!
Cheers - G

I know, I Need My Girl is this band’s most popular song, so you can’t really call it underrated. That said, I feel like among more diehard fans it gets a bad rap for being boring or straightforward. And I get it, it’s not my favorite off even off of TWFM.
But damn, you know what? This song is fantastic. The central, shimmery guitar riff is so beautiful and distinctive, it’s got some killer, iconic, could-only-be-National lyrics (the car into the garden, 45 percenter, punks and cannonballers), Matt’s vocal delivery is on point, and when that soft, heartbeat-like kick drum starts up it’s pretty magical. It’s not hard to see why the song became so popular, and I think its straightforwardness isn’t necessarily a bad thing. Love this song.

here I admonish her for rushing me. i use that noise consistently to mean 'no'. if i make that noise a third time i will shu her away at the same time. I have used this to keep her from tapping and pooping on my car (she saw me act pretty upset and clean it up) it hasn't happened since. Also, if I don't greet her she knows to leave or be quiet. I greet with 2 clicks with my mouth. I don't always give food right away. I also make that clicking noise to let her know I'm about to move if she's not paying attention. I do my best to never startle her unless she is being annoying.

I (25 F) have been dating a man (40) for six years. He owns a small business (a startup when we met) and has always thrown a lot of the work from the business onto me, while he works a full time sales job and manages his own investment properties.
When we met I was living in an apartment with my young son, but my boyfriend bought that building as an investment property and moved us into his home. I also worked full time as a freight broker making a comfortable living and becoming fairly successful at it. My partner constantly nagged me about working too much, not investing in him, would pick fights when I wasn't avaliable to help him. It got to the point where I got a write up for answering his business line during work hours after he had absolutely insisted. I decided instead of risk burning bridges I'd step away, citing an inability to prioritze my customers as much as they required.
Stupidly I have been working for my partner without a formal paycheck, allowing him to pay the household bills, my car payment, and working 24/7 on his projects. Answering phones, driving routes when needed, building business relationships, doing all marketing and social media, remodeling apartments, landscaping our home and his investmet properties. I work constantly, but he's becoming more and more discontented. We've had some major blow up fights lately around me not providing to the household income, even though every time I've offered to go back to work he shuts it down immediately. This week we are supposed to be on a vacation we've been hyping up to my son (now 7) for months, he cancelled it because he "doesn't get any help". Even though it was already paid in full just to make a point. He has started forcing his way through locked doors and refusing to allow me any privacy, and then recording me during every fight as "evidence" because he doesn't want me to be able to file any charges against him. (Not that I'm trying to, I'm not very pro cop) .
Is there any way for me to salvage the years I've dumped into building a successful company? Am I entitled to any compensation for the time? I have no savings left and no idea how I'd leave and get back on my own two feet. I do not have any friends (he didn't approve of any of them) or family to fall back on.
We are in Iowa, USA

Hi everyone, in England.
On the 26th of May I was approved for HP finance for a car, funds from the lender have already been sent to the garage I am purchasing the car from, however it seems as though the garage only started looking into the car after they received the funds.
I enquired about it on the 24th of May and the funds were sent on the 29th, digital paper work all signed on the 29th and the next step after that would be to go and collect the car, which was set for the 31st.
The garage phones me at 5:40pm on the 30th saying we can't do that, one of the headlights is faulty. They have ordered a replacement part for it. Fine no problem, I cancel my time off request at work. Collection is now rebooked for Friday the 2nd, I explain to my manager about the issue, time off now approved for Friday.
Garage calls me at 5pm on Thursday the 1st saying sorry we are unable to code the new headlight to the car, we are getting a specialist to do it on Monday/Tuesday and it will be a 5 minute job. We will call you on Tuesday the 6th to say it is all done and to arrange collection for Wednesday the 7th. Explained to my manager again, time off request cancelled.
I don't have any contact from the garage on Tuesday, so I phone them for an update. Garage says sorry we can't do Wednesday as the issue is still not fixed, it should be done today. We will call you on Thursday (today) before 10am to get a collection date in place.
They didn't. So I called them, headlight coding is still not fixed by the specialists.
Now, I'm happy to wait for the issue to be fixed and in no rush to collect the car, but I don't like that they keep postponing the collection date. I've been having to explain to my manager about every cancellation and having to submit a new time off request for every new collection date they tell me.
As I'm approved for finance, am I able to use the funds for the same vehicle but from a different dealership? I have seen and spoken to a dealership that has the same car and has already done all of the checks. Would like some advice please as I have a feeling I won't be able to get the car anytime soon.

been thinking a lot about agi and its risks and been coming to the same conclusion for a while now
i think we as humans have needed a capitalistic society up until now, the only way we can stop the so called "bad ai" is by re-aligning the current reward system
it took us only ~140 years to go from the first car to a tesla
if certain infrastructural bottlenecks no longer existed in the next 5 years, and say there was no cap on the energy consumption and ultimately no cap on computing power either it would most definitely lead to existential risk (google: helion energy and IBM osprey)
maybe there could be good ai fighting bad ai, but its possible that humans might have to pay the price of that war
which is why the change in economic structure is needed, what are your thoughts on a mixed economy?
there is technically no way to not feed ai "bad data" since ultimately the things its learning from is - us, humans which is why the ban on therapy products makes sense but open source models make this a bit hard to control
we could always completely privatise all ai development but that doesn't guarantee anything either
i guess the next challenge would be - who owns the next level infra, this is where helion energy, microsoft and ibm(?) comes in?
full circle
my apologies if this sounds stupid

Reserved trip to Miami airport for flight this morning. $119 was the cost. Driver calls to say running a few minutes behind. 25 min later I call to tell her I can not wait any longer and I’m going to miss my flight. So I took my own car. She said it was her 1st trip and was unsure what happened with app but she was almost there. By this time I had to go or miss flight. I was charged the full amount and after reaching out to Uber 2 times my request for refund was denied as supposedly the trip was completed close to the destination. I am baffled by the poor customer service and the lack respect as a customer. You have the software to see what time she arrived, where she started and finished. As a frequent user and stock holder of Uber I am disgusted and will look for alternate options in the future.

Picked this old van up for $200 a few months back and thankfully the only issue I have found is that hardly any air is pushed from the vents. Air intake and filters are clean, fuses all look good (but I'm about to double check them) and that's the extent of my knowledge, what should I check next?
The AC doesn't work either, normally I can feel a difference in the way the car runs but it doesn't even do that when I push the AC button. I don't know if it could be related but I figured I'd mention it since it's sort of related.

Car screeches randomly when rolling/accelerating, brakes dont seem to have an effect on the screeching. How urgent is this to fix? I need to keep using it and not able to drive to my mechanic for at least a week. Also, am I driving some death trap or is it safe? lol

Hello,
I have no idea what to do, and I am very afraid.
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I am afraid that if I come out, I will be jailed for a crime I – supposedly, under duress and under circumstances we couldn’t change at all, committed. I am afraid that because I waited so long – and still waiting – to report this, that I will be blamed for my silence, and because I am the only one able or willing to come out about it. So, I am here to vent it out, to see if anything can be done. I do not want to be barred from leaving this country over something that if I could have stopped, I would have.
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For some background, my family is an odd one. My mother, Annette, is a highly religious woman (cult-ish is better wording), who has done every kind of abuse to me under the sun, except for but toeing the line of sexual abuse. She has triangulated my family against each other, with only her being the “good one”. She made herself as close to a god as one can try to make themselves out to be. She was able to keep me away from the police, as we’ve had some bad experiences in the past (the only ones I remember were traffic issues, but they were bad enough to leave a taste in my mouth), not to mention she was paranoid to the point she thought she was being gang stalked.
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My sister, Annamarie, is similarly terrible, doing the same things Annette had, with beating me, starving me, yelling and screaming, and many other things. She neglected my disabled sister, to the point of her being emaciated.
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Our other sister, Aquamarine, is disabled heavily, as she can’t talk, has limited mobility, and – as infantilizing as this may sound, but the most compacted way I can explain it – she is like a toddler in mental age and capabilities.
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And my father, who has done every abuse too, including sexual, but our feelings about him are complicated. It’s harder to hate a dead man who was murdered by my mother, especially when she got worse once she got away with it. I’m getting ahead of myself though.
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I have audio recordings of what happened, the area it was recorded in is a one-party consent state, but it allows for some lead up and a time frame. I will have to be a little vague, as I am worried the police will track me and… well, I would rather not find out what happens if I’m to be locked up in a room with nothing to do but be afraid of intimidating police officers screaming at me for 48 hours.
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We lived in a house where there were three houses, two storage units, and whatever extra knickknacks my mom continued to buy all rolled into one house; we were basically hoarders. We had boxes everywhere with tiny trails between the six- and seven-feet walls of boxes, we had mice and rats, we had insects, and it was constantly dirty. We did not have an A/C or working evaporate cooler, which is extra bad in Arizona summers. And the worst part about this is, my father is diabetic.
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In June, my mother and I had left to go to Flagstaff in Arizona, and we had been there the entire day and for some of the night. By the time we got back, my dad was severely dehydrated, and my sister had refused to refrigerate the Gatorade we provided, so he didn’t drink it. In the end, he ended up falling into a coma.
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After this, we loaded him into a car, everyone got into it, and we all left for Phoenix, and then later into California. For at least an entire 24 hours, we were stuck in a heavily cramped car, in a hot area, with very little water breaks, and just running around like a chicken with its head cut off.
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My mother did not go to a hospital. Between Arizona and California, my sister and my mother told me that they heard my dad “burp” while I was asleep between AZ and CA, which I suppose would be a death groan. I do not know which state his death happened in.After an entire day driving around in the hot California heat, going through hell’s half acre, we ended up in Blythe, CA, and to a hospital, where he was pronounced dead. A police officer harassed us for several minutes while we were attempting to sleep, before we were finally allowed to rest. Afterwards, we drove all the way to Arizona, and the abuse ramped tenfold until I finally left.
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I do not know where my disabled sister is, and I don’t doubt she might be currently being abused. I do not know where my sister and my mom went; all I know is that they stayed in Arizona. I do not know if my dad has a life insurance policy, or how to request a death certificate; all I know is that his death was ruled out as a heart failure, instead of murder via intentional medical neglect, and that my mother was very happy and “thanked god that my father is now burning in hell”. Suffice it to say, it was very much intentional.
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I have moved far away, and I do not have the time nor funds to go back, even if I wanted to – as I’ve left things I want to gain back, such as awards, childhood toys, and such. I do not think I can report it here. I do not know if I should, even at the risk of my disabled sister’s health. I have called CPS, but they have not been able to find anyone at the house. I have voice recordings, but I have yet to redact any information that might be too identifying, though if anyone is interested, I might get around to that.
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I also don’t have money to blow out the wazoo for lawyers, especially not for two in two different states. I don’t want to be locked up in a pen for the rest of my days, and I do not have any family members I can get into contact with to help, as I’ve never met any of them in any years I remember them, much less contact them.
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I may end up being a silent victim, because it is too much of a risk to myself for me to speak up. Any advice will be appreciated. I may answer questions, but I will probably stay vague for my own safety. I hope this all made sense.

My bf and I have recently moved in with another couple that we’ve known for awhile now and consider good friends. They recently purchased a home and offered us a room to rent. For context the house has one master (connected bathroom, walk-in, double the size of all the other rooms), three other bedrooms and 3 1/2 bathrooms. While the three other rooms are all about the same size, one of them has a connected bathroom that is a lot smaller then the master and is the only room downstairs. This is the room my bf and I are renting right now.
We have agreed to pay 1000 (includes rent and wateelectric) while they pay 1500 as they have the master, the extra bedrooms upstairs and utilize the garage for both of their cars (we have no real parking and just find spaces along the sidewalk wherever we can). Also, we all have access to the kitchen, living room, half bath downstairs, and an upstairs den (although no one uses it at the moment).
Although we always believed this rent to be a little high we agreed because we were happy to have roommates we knew and like and also the market hasn’t been great recently. On this note, our roommates have decided to look for another roommate to lower their rent even more. My bf and I are fine with this and wouldn’t mind another person living in the house as it’s a decent size and the other person would live upstairs with their own bathroom.
The only thing that bothers us is that the couple wants to charge the new renter only 500. Is this a fair price considering the only difference is that we have a connected bathroom and are separated downstairs? Is us being a couple make this more reasonable as the renter would be a single person? Personally, it seems unreasonable that we would be paying double than them for basically the same amount of space as they would also have their own bathroom just not connected. The main couple would also be dropping their portion down to what we’re paying basically and they are getting way more space than us.
WIBTA for asking them to renegotiate our rent considering the new roommate? And what would be a fair deal for us to counter? Also, to clarify, we did not expect a new roommate to enter the house especially this soon as we thought it would be just us couples. They financially needed to make this decision due to unexpected circumstances (which we completely understand) so this is why they have been looking to rent another room.