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2013.11.22 00:30 I just wanna go fast

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2023.03.29 01:33 _SolidSteak First time hitting infinite. Here's what I learnt.

First time hitting infinite. Here's what I learnt.
Wasn't too sure if I should post, but I saw a lot of others asking for help recently so I thought I'd add my contribution to those who are also trying to climb to infinite this season.
I only started playing a few months ago, about halfway through the Zabu season. I was floating around 55-65 from my first season, so this season I decided to actually try climbing higher.
I'll add a link to my deck at the bottom of this post and if people are interested I can write a bit of a guide on how to play this deck since it's not exactly one of the "meta" decks.
Anyway, this is what I've learnt on my journey.
  1. If you're new don't worry about climbing.
If you're new, take the time to learn the different card combos and interactions. It doesn't matter if you're going to lose, sometimes it's more beneficial to play out the game and see what the opponent does. Eventually you'll be able to know what decks the opponent is playing right from turn 1.
If you see the opponent dropping Squirrel Girl or Yondu turn 1, you can almost assume they're playing a destroy deck. If you see Misty Knight, it'll most likely be a Patriot deck. Take the time to learn what cards are in what decks and learn to play around that.
I use both Hazmat and Gambit which allows me to play differently based on what the opponent has. If the opponent is playing destroy, there's no point in playing Gambit as I'll just be feeding their Death.
  1. Play a deck that's consistent and doesn't rely on luck.
I'm currently at CL1800 and have access to a variety of cards. I was able to try a bunch of different playstyles but I found a lot of the meta decks are too reliant on luck. Sure, playing Lockjaw Thanos looks cool and can be a lot of fun, but if you're trying to climb it's way too unpredictable. Lockjaw is too unpredictable and it makes climbing a bit harder as you're relying on the right cards dropping at the right time.
It's a similar situation with Mr Negative. If you don't draw Mr Negative before T4 then you'll struggle playing the rest of the game.
Decks I'd recommend are Patriot, Sera Control or Death Wave. They're decks which have multiple win conditions and don't rely on drawing one specific card or cards randomly playing in our favour.
  1. Know your deck.
Pay attention to what cards you have in your hand and what cards you discard. In this game, information is power. The more you know about what's going on, the better position you'll be in.
  1. Snap early.
If you're confident you'll win, make sure you snap early before your big plays. If you snap on turn 6, the opponent will know you're confident and they'll most likely retreat leaving you with 1 cube. In this situation you'd be better off not snapping and taking the 2 cube win.
  1. Play safe. RETREAT.
This one continues on from the previous point. Retreating is not a bad thing, especially if you're trying to climb. If by turn 3 or 4 you don't have any of the cards you need for your combos, then it's better to take the 1 cube loss than 2. Even if you've snapped, if you don't think you're going to win turn 6 retreat. Always try minimise your losses.
  1. Have fun.
Don't forget that this is just a game. It doesn't matter if you win or lose, things don't always go your way. Just remember to enjoy the game and take every match as a learning experience.
Here's my deck. If people are interested in a more detailed guide on how to play it and what to do turn by turn, I'd be more than happy to write one up.

(2) Luke Cage

(2) Psylocke

(2) Hazmat

(2) Lizard

(3) Ironheart

(3) Mystique

(3) Gambit

(3) Wave

(4) Wong

(5) Sera

(6) Onslaught

(6) Odin


To use this deck, copy it to your clipboard and paste it from the deck editing menu in Snap.

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2023.03.29 01:33 LilFrenchLad Is my depression just gone ?

Hey so I’m confused by what happened lately
I’ve always struggled with depression and even really considered taking my life at some point
Two years ago I met amazing people during my masters but still struggled a LOT
Last year however a few things happened:
there was this tiktok trend of « indomitable human spirit against the cold indifference of the universe » and I watched hours of these but even though it started changing me deeply I think the pivotal moments were when I went to watch « Everything everywhere all at once » I felt like I was a different person after watching this movie I know it sounds cliche but it’s true
Also I went to the US to see my best friend get married and crying on the flight back it « clicked »
I wanted to see the world, see all the beauty it can offer I started seeing life in another light I still felt depressed most of the time but now I had these episodes where everything felt okay or even great
I went and bought food I gave to an animal shelter without telling anyone and felt amazing I started doing these sorts of things
Then uni ended in January and knowing my student life was over and my friends were all leave and so would I really messed me up and then I can’t really pinpoint what happened but I got better
I walked every day in Dijon and just took in everything, it was weird I was feeling like « Woh can’t believe I’m looking at this building right now! », « can’t believe I’m feeding these duckies! » I don’t have a word for that feeling so that’s mostly why I’m here
I fell into the hopecore and optimistic nihilism sides of tiktok and now I feel like I did back then for everything and I’m kinda « scared » because I don’t know what’s going on I like it but it’s weird not having words to describe it
I feel every breath I take, every cup of tea I drink, I enjoy staring at my dog’s goofy face a lot more, whenever I leave the gym or do anything really I feel « grateful ? » I don’t know it’s hard to explain especially because French is my mother tongue and I think my depression is just gone ?
Does anyone have any possible explanation for what’s happening to me ? Thank you so much for reading all this ❤️
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2023.03.29 01:32 EnterpriseSpaghetti How to have thicker skin when it comes to my fp?

My boyfriend is my fp and we’ve been together for almost 2 years. Obviously I love him dearly and think the entire world of him, I would never ever want to leave him. It’s just that every time his tone changes slightly or he raises his voice to me it hurts my feelings. We’ve both always thought it was super important to communicate, but i think he’s getting exhausted of it or something. Now if I bring up my feelings in the morning he’s like “why is there a problem already we just got up” or if I bring up more than one problem a day he’s like “why are there so many problems today” and if it’s in the evening he gets upset because “now we can’t have a good night” and I just want to be able to stop bringing up these little things that don’t actually matter. They just feel so important to me because of the intensity of my emotions. But also when I just try to brush things off I feel guilty because I promised to always communicate with him and I feel like I’m breaking a promise, but if I communicate I feel guilty for ruining his mood :((( this is a very new problem and I just want to fix it advice would be very appreciated
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2023.03.29 01:32 PfftKhaganate Why does Kazakhstan have so little Chinese cultural influence?

When I went to Kazakhstan expecting that while there would be a lot of Chinese business influence, there won't be a lot of cultural influence.
And when I went to Astana I was right. There were trucks with Chinese characters and found some Chinese Ginseng tablets in my hostel but very little Chinese cultural influence (like modern Chinese cultural influence such as mandopop, and practically no Chinese products in the supermarkets such as Lao Gan Ma, there may be very old Chinese influence in Kazakh culture that I am not aware of). But I gotta say the thing that shocked me is the style of your chinese restaurants, holy shit, they look like tacky ones you find in some midwestern town (;aggregationId=101&albumid=101&filter=7&ff=245680314). I think in Mega Silkway, you have this sort of restaurant. Compare that to ones you find in central London, the London ones look more authentic. I haven't been to these restaurants (they could serve authentic food but going to Kazakhstan to try Chinese food doesn't make sense) but damn it leaves a pretty tacky impression. It seems like this influence comes from American culture more than Chinese culture directly. Your big Chinese style hotel does look impressive tho. (Your Korean food seems legit tho and there are some Korean products in the super market but I guess it makes sense cuz the large number of Koreans)
For a country that has a big border with China and with a pretty big Dungan minority, the Chinese cultural influence is pretty much isn't very present. UK definitely feels like it has more Chinese cultural influence. However these are my observations from a small visit and there may more Chinese cultural influence but maybe I just haven't stumbled across it.
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2023.03.29 01:32 cmmy54 Back Paws and Crate Training

We have an almost 6th month old cockapoo. My husband works a lot so often I’m the one at home training him. We have tried crate training since day one of him coming home at 8 weeks. He goes into his nighttime crate fine but the daytime one is so so. He goes in to eat his meals but keeps his back paws out. He also grabs whatever treat is in there and brings it outside to eat instead. I’ve had to bribe him into the crate and when his four paws are in, close him (of course with reward and praise and treats) because I’ve had to go do something outside of the house he’s not allowed to go with me and sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do. Putting him in there when he sleeps makes him spring out. I try to not always day crate him when I’m only leaving so he doesn’t always associate me leaving with the crate but I’m not sure what other tricks to try. Thoughts/helpful tips/words of encouragement are appreciated.
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2023.03.29 01:32 Jumpy_Lion_6407 Fall 2023 Admission Thread

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2023.03.29 01:31 RhythmTurtle Family is likely about to default on a ton of credit card/medical debt. Can we use the head of household exemption in Florida to avoid wage garnishment

Long story short, my mother developed a neurodegenerative disease and my father has always been terrible with money. For the last year or so we were relying on support from her parents to contribute to her care, but as of recently they have decided they will no longer be contributing. Likewise her siblings have also stated they will not be doing or contributing anything as well. She does get disability payments of about 1300 a month but won't qualify for health insurance for at least another year and a half, as such the 1300 has to go almost entirely towards her health insurance which leaves none left over for a care giver.
The problem is that my dad is buried in mountains of credit card/medical debt and doesn't have anything left over to pay for a care giver. We did a budget analysis and found that our bills per month were about $8000 while the household income with the disability income is only about $5500. Without the support it's all but inevitable that my father will need to default on pretty much all of his debt (we would like to keep the car and house if possible).
Based on what I understand, the credit card companies will likely sue to garnish his wages. But in the state of Florida there is a head of household exemption that he could use to avoid wage garnishment (he provides all financial support for his wife now that her parents have stopped, but she was not claimed as a dependent on his taxes last year.) Could we use this to avoid wage garnishment and hopefully have enough to pay for a care giver?
Potentially important notes: my father has also taken up Uber eats, and plasma donations as a source of income. His regular full time job requires him to travel on a very regular basis and there is no one else in the home to take care of her when he is gone, hence the need for a care giver. I am a graduate student, but come down to Florida on breaks to also contribute time to her care.
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2023.03.29 01:31 Waelomano_KM I am leaving r/MandJTV

I am honestly no longer enjoying this subreddit for a while now, the memes are unfunny and way too low effort (there are rare exceptions). Some kids on this sub literally can't accept an opinion: I once said that I don't recommend buying the scarlet and violet dlc and then I get downvoted to hell just because they disagree with me, and quite frankly, I am quite tired of this BS. This is why I am leaving this sub, it is not for me. Goodbye.
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2023.03.29 01:31 OwenJthomas89 My wife rose is leaving me because of my obsession with pens

Bye Rose
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2023.03.29 01:31 a_a_ronc Quality of Pressings from Diggers Factory?

I was wondering if anyone has any experience with records purchased from Diggers Factory. How did it sound?
One of my favorite smaller bands is doing a /300 press through them and I’d love to know. Nothing really came up when looking on this subreddit besides the owner sharing when they launched it here:
Will look on Discogs now, but not so many people leave reviews there.
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2023.03.29 01:31 blabul How long is long enough for me to know this isn’t the career for me?

I’m a first year teacher who hates coming in everyday. The behaviors are overwhelming, the apathy kills all joy, the students are just not interested in forming relationships. I’m getting almost no joy from a job with many, MANY cons. I feel like there need to be strong pros with as hard as this job is, and I’m just not finding them.
However, it’s only my first year. If I had a friend who has been working in Accounting for a year, I’d say that that is enough time to determine if you like the career. However, with teaching, we don’t tend to view it the same. I haven’t taught for a year; people seem to be more likely to say that I’ve done it once. And I’m less likely to tell someone that doing something “once” is enough times to tell that you don’t like it.
Do you truly need to try teaching for more than a year to know if it’s worth leaving? There’s a possibility that teaching could get better, but as many of us have concluded, I can’t wait around until that happens. I’m 22; do I get out and start a new career early? Or do I stick it out to make sure I can’t handle the stress.
Thanks in advance. I have a desire to get out, but such an intense guilt over the idea of leaving so early.
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2023.03.29 01:30 ObsolescentFish How should I respond to being sent a gift by an estranged parent?

I don’t know if “estranged” is the correct term, but I haven’t spoken to my father in almost two years because of his opposition to my decision to leave the religion I was raised in. I received a T-shirt yesterday of a band I like in the mail out of the blue and it turns out he’s the one who sent it to me. He texted me today asking if I received it. I feel conflicted because I haven’t forgiven him and I can’t trust this isn’t a manipulation tactic, but I feel like I’m being an asshole and letting the extremely distrustful side of me take over.
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2023.03.29 01:30 TypicoGames My first RPG was Gothic 1 and I have to say after a long time Zelda BOTW is a game that I enjoyed to the fullest. Just want to leave it here.

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2023.03.29 01:29 pmmewienerdogs Noisy neighbors and unsure what to do? (TN)

Noisy neighbors and unsure what to do? (TN)
Hello everyone! I’ve been living in my apartment for 4 years now and we absolutely love it here and haven’t had problems until recently. Back in February, we had some incredibly noisy neighbors move in right next door. They are a young couple with 3 young kids (in a two bed, one bath apartment?) The kids were noisy at first but I talked with the mom and since then the running/stomping/screaming has gotten significantly better. Now we have a new problem. The dad of the family works for some sort of tire company and drives a large work truck (similar to the photo). He leaves for work at 6:30 every morning and the truck makes a LOUD beeping sound when backing up. This wakes me up without fail every morning. He comes home around 5:30 every afternoon and it’s even worse then because he backs into his parking space and I guess because the truck is so big it takes him a while to get it straight in the parking space.
Now, I know the beeping sound the truck makes is probably mandated by his company or OSHA or something so my fiancé and I are clueless as to what to do? Is this just something we are stuck dealing with now? Our bedroom faces the parking lot which is right outside the window so there is no escaping this noise. I feel I’m definitely not getting the quality of sleep I used to. Not to mention when I get home from work the first thing I’m greeted with is the insanely loud beeping AGAIN.
Any help or advice would be greatly appreciated since we’re not sure if this is a problem the landlord or even our neighbor could address.
Thanks so much!
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2023.03.29 01:29 EvenCryptid Writing a Prayer for our wedding - Integrating Opposing Faiths

Been lurking for a while and this is my first time posting. I also usually just lurk on reddit, so my apologies for any weird formatting. I have a feeling this is going to turn into a blog post and I'm already embarrassed. Please delete if not allowed. Also I'm not really sure how to flair this.
CW: Christianity
I'll start by saying, I've always been a fairly non-denominational pagan; I used to call myself a witch-without-religion. I did grow up in a mixed family, sometimes attending Christian churches, I willingly entered the Mormon cult for a bit, but was ultimately given the free space to encounter Wicca, which I found to be a great stepping stone to get to where I am now.
I now work with Hekate (which made the resonation with Wicca symbology make a lot of sense), & Our lovely lad Dionysus, with a dash of Persephone and Apollo. As of late Dionysus has been taking a front and center space on the Altar, while Hekate has seemed to step back a bit. This led me to of course delve back into research, specifically so I could find little trinkets befitting an altar for him. It's always amusing to me to make note of all the religious plagiarism, how Christian entities and mythos are like cherry-picked amalgams of all the Pantheons before. Specifically, I spent a fair amount of time laughing about Jesus being the K-Mart version of Dionysus.
My Fiancé (our wedding is May 30th) was however raised VERY much in the church. They were pretty non-denominational, though devout. Pretty sheltered, he wasn't really allowed to celebrate Halloween, or watch Pokémon; you know the type. All things considered, he came out a pretty amazing person. He's still a Believer, though he reads the Bible through a critical lens, and does his best to walk the path of anti-fascist, anti-capitalism, pro-liquor-and-wh*res; he is accepting and loving above all else, and the only devout Christ-fan I'd ever to bedroom business with at this point.
That being said, we've had a strange pattern of pulling each other closer to our respective faiths. I encourage him to slow down and turn on the Jesus music when he's stressed out, and he encourages me to tend to my altar and do regular readings. We find this ironic, a little silly, and proof that love does cross all borders. I came home one day, having done quite a bit of reading, and announced "Babe, we worship the same god." This caught him off guard, & made my metamour chuckle quite a bit. I explained the Dionysus/Jesus overlap and we laughed about it a little.
Unnecessary Backstory laid out, now we can get to the good stuff.
Our wedding is fast approaching and we are putting together the script for our officiant, and in respect to our faiths we want to include prayer. I've never explicitly told his parents that I'm Pagan, or a witch, FIL did see my tarot cards once when I lived at their house. That initiated a fairly uncomfortable private conversation. The topic hasn't come up since, and it seems like MIL wasn't ever made aware. I do my best to be respectful of other people's faiths (but not bigotry or poor behavior), so I don't want to alienate the people in our crowd, with either prayer approach. It's also worth noting that we're queer and there is already a possibility his family will not attend, due to their 'passive disapproval.'
I had an idea that my Fiancé seemed to like a lot, which was to have a very vague, no-names, no-titles prayer. This idea of course came after looking at a Dionysus prayer that --with his name removed-- sounded a whole lot like the prayers FIL subjects the family to before dinner. As Fiancé calls it, a prayer to "white Jesus" and "wine Jesus" in order to appease the masses. I'm integrating grape vines in the décor, and will be setting up a tiny altar (disguised as more décor) with my crystal grapes and some of my other trinkets.
My question, or discussion prompt, I suppose, would be...
What sorts of prayer, lines, trinkets, poems etc. should I incorporate to best celebrate our faiths without using any names or direct references? What symbology have you used in your wedding celebrations to honor Dionysus? What is your favorite Dionysus myth/symbology that was integrated into the Jesus lore?

TL;DR: Hubs and I wanna do a vague double prayer at our wedding honoring both of our respective deities: Dionysus and his derivative, Jesus.
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2023.03.29 01:29 therealdocturner He Always Kissed Me With His Eyes Open, And Now I Know Why...

“I know you’re awake…Katherine…Kaaaaatheriiiine…”
“Shut up.” I had been awake for a little while, just staring at the wall.
“I knew it.”
“Can you not sleep?” I rolled over and looked at him as I asked the question.
James was in his rocking chair in the corner of our bedroom right next to the window. The moon outside was illuminating his face.
“I’m ok. Just a lot on my mind.”
“Like what?” I did my best to sit up. I was almost at my due date and I was enormous. During the pregnancy I wasn’t quite as sensitive to his little issues that I normally was.
James suffered from severe bouts of anxiety and he would spend lots of nights just rocking in his chair, trying not to worry about things.
“I think we should get a dog.”
“We should get a dog. Every kid should grow up with a dog.” He turned his head to look at me. Most of his face was in shadow, but his eyes were bright. He smiled at me.
“Ok. Is that it? That’s what’s keeping you up?”
“Yes. Oh, and I also love you.”
“I love you too.”
“And I farted.” I had never known James to end anything on any kind of sappy note, so he always had to say or do something childish to ruin the moment.
I loved him so much.
“He’s kind of gross.” There were so many dogs at the shelter, but my husband immediately went to the mangiest one. A large mutt with his tongue hanging limply out of the side of his mouth. The mousey brown fur looked like someone had teased it with a brush and sealed the deal with an entire can of hairspray, and he had a slight limp as it walked toward this strange new man making baby talk. I watched the dog cock its head from side to side like it understood what James was saying.
“He’s perfect.” I could tell that James was in love.
“Why him?”
“Well…every other little guy in here is so animated and vibrant. He’s…um…not.”
“He looks like an oversized mouse with bad hair.”
“That’s perfect!”
“We can name him Feivel! Does Feivel like that name?! Who’s a bugaboo doggie?! Who’s da doggie?!” The dog started making inquisitive whines and that lazy tongue came to life and began to lick the strange man's fingers through the chain link fence.
Feivel came home with us, and for a month that dog never left my husband’s side.
“What happened?”
“Can you put me on speaker so Art can hear me?”
“Ok. You’re scaring me Katherine.” I was trying to hold it together. James’ parents had recently moved to the east coast, so I had no choice but to call them on the phone with the news. “Ok, you’re on speaker.”
“Ok. James… um… James had an accident. It was a hit and run. Someone hit him with a car while he was crossing the street and then just kept driving.”
“Oh my God! Is he alright?”
“He’s um…” I had been with James since our sophomore year in high school, but we had been friends since we were six. I had known his parents for almost just as long.
“He’s…he’s gone.”
“Oh my God…”
I had to make lots of phone calls that day. It was the hardest day of my life.
“Mommy needs to talk to you.”
Feivel had been pacing the house for three days. When he wasn’t pacing, he would just sit at the front door waiting for James to come home. He wouldn't sit with me, almost like he blamed me for James not being there.
“Come here. Feivel! Come here.” He finally gave in and walked over to the couch. I patted the cushion next to me and he jumped on the couch and sat down.
He grunted at me several times and when he was done voicing his frustrations, his tongue jutted out of the side of his mouth and just hung there.
I don’t know if it sounds stupid or not, but I had a conversation with him about what had happened to his Daddy and why he wasn’t with us anymore. I felt like it would have been cruel not to.
He stared at me through the whole story and when I was finished, there was a heavy silence between us that was eventually broken by a small cry from him before he put his head in my lap.
Three weeks later, I had Casey. The birth was rough and there were multiple issues. For a little bit there, I was afraid that I might lose her too. She had to stay in the hospital longer than I would have liked, but when I was finally able to bring her home, Feivel took to her instantly.
He was always next to her.
As the years went by, I made sure Casey knew every detail about her father. I would tell her stories and Feivel would always add something in his own language. I don’t know if he was backing up what I said or perhaps contradicting it, but I do know he was always happy to be included in the reminiscing.
Shortly after she turned four, Casey’s favorite pastime was drawing with her crayons. I had quite a few pictures up on our fridge of our little family in the midst of imagined adventures. She always drew James in with us. The way she always emphasized his balding head would make me smile.
I would BBQ on Friday nights because James had always done the same.
When we first moved in, he had built a huge grilling station out of brick and bought this ridiculously large grill that could almost fit an entire cow inside of it. James had said we would need it for the amount of children and grandchildren that we were going to have. We would sit in front of it every Friday night with a bottle of whiskey while he cooked.
Casey and I would sit at the same table and have juice while we made hot dogs. I thought it was important to keep some of our traditions alive for Casey.
In spite of losing James, we were happy. I started to adjust to a life without a partner, which was not a very easy thing to do since we had been a part of each other’s lives since we were both six years old.
Almost five years after I lost James, I met Stephen. I was a busy woman with a young daughter and up to that point, I had not even thought about dating. There was something different about Stephen though. I was interested in him from the first time we met.
Casey and I were playing in the park with Feivel one day and somehow we lost him. He just vanished. I looked for him for hours while my mom watched Casey, but I couldn’t find him. For three days I was beside myself and Casey was constantly in tears. Then, Stephen showed up on my doorstep holding our Feivel at the end of a leash.
A tall man with thick hair and trendy glasses wearing a flannel and jeans.
“Oh my God!”
“Hi. I uh…found him in the park down by the river.” I snatched him up and he started whimpering and shaking his butt back and forth. I completely ignored the man at my door. When Feivel had had enough of my pets, he ran inside to look for Casey.
“Thank you so much. Oh my God, you have no idea how much we missed him.” I was wiping tears from my eyes.
“Oh, I might have a clue.”
“Thank you.”
“No problem.”
As I was wiping my nose on the sleeve of my sweatshirt, I realized that the man standing at my door was gorgeous.
“Can I…let me give you some money or something. You have no idea how happy you just made my daughter.”
“No, that's ok. Just happy to help.”
“Thank you.”
There was something about the way he looked at me with his eyes. My stomach fluttered. I wanted to invite him in, and the fact that I wanted to do that upset me.
I thanked him. I didn’t even ask him for his name. I’ll admit that I even closed the door on him a little more abruptly than I meant to.
All three of us shared my bed that night. It was the best night’s sleep I’d had in years.
A couple weeks went by and then I saw him again, the man who had found Feivel. He was sitting in the park with his back against a tree, reading a book. Casey and I had been taking turns throwing a frisbee for Feivel, and I saw him out of the corner of my eye. I decided that I would thank him again and apologize for being so awkward.
As I walked closer, I took in every detail. I was sure he was a few years younger than I was and he looked very athletic. His glasses rested on the tip of his nose as he read from The Winter of Our Discontent; Steinbeck has always been my favorite author.
Feivel must have seen him just as I was about to say something because he reached the man before I did. I could hear Casey calling for me.
“Hold on honey. Give me a second.”
Feivel was all over the man and he was laughing at the writhing whining beast who was trying its best to lick every inch of his face.
“Feivel, don’t be rude.”
“No, it's fine. I’m glad he remembers me.”
“Yeah. Wow, he really remembers you.” Feivel was so excited that he started to whimper and expose his tummy. “Feivel! Have some self respect!”
The man stood up next to me. My stomach was fluttering again and I could not stop looking at his eyes.
“Hey, I have to apologize about…uh the way I kinda shut my door in your face.” He laughed.
“You don’t have to apologize.”
“Mommy?” Casey had run up behind me and was partially hiding herself behind my leg while she stared at the man. “Mommy?”
“This is my daughter Casey.”
“Hello Casey.”
“My name’s Stephen.” Casey stayed behind my leg.
“It’s ok honey. Tell him your name.”
“I’m Casey and this is my mom. Her name is Katherine.”
“Well…you’re a very pretty girl and it’s very nice to meet you.” I noticed that his eyes started to tear up while he was looking at my Casey. He wiped his eyes and shook his head. He was clearly embarrassed. “I’m sorry. She just… reminds me of my niece. We lost her a few years ago.”
We talked for a while that day. Every time he looked over at Casey, I swore that he was on the verge of tears.
It didn’t take very long at all; I was hooked. Feivel was hooked. Eventually, even Casey was hooked.
I tried to take it slow. I didn’t want to date anyone. I wasn’t over James and I knew it, but I just wanted to be around this man and I honestly could not explain what it was at the time. I always wanted him at the house, so he was there all the time. I loved it when he looked at me.
For the most part, he was great, but there were some things that were off. There were things I should have paid more attention to, but again, there was something about him that made me feel like I needed him.
He would kiss me with his eyes open every time, and even though the way he kissed me was great, something about it still gave me the creeps. I would crack my eyes open sometimes in the hopes that he had stopped doing it. Every time I saw those eyes staring back at me, I felt uneasy. I had only ever been with James, so I thought maybe some guys just did that, even though all of my friends thought it was weird too.
He also did things when he would come over that would raise the hairs on the back of my neck. Maybe that description is a little too harsh for what I was thinking at the time, but it fits now.
He would move things around the house. The toilet paper would be folded in that terrible triangle every time. James used to do that. He would also randomly adjust my coffee cups in the cabinet so the handles all faced the same way. Again, something my James used to do.
I had no idea what he did for a living, he told me he was in construction, but I had no idea who he worked for. He had never invited me over to his house, nor did he ever talk about his family.
My friends told me that I needed to relax and just enjoy myself. I admit, for the most part he seemed like the almost perfect guy. It was almost like he knew everything about me.
It was three months before he stayed overnight. I had Casey stay over at my mother’s house because it didn’t feel right to have her there.
We tried to be intimate, but I felt dirty. He said it was fine. He stayed anyway.
In the middle of the night I rolled over and cracked my eyes open. He was in the rocking chair in the corner. The moon was illuminating his eyes while he looked out the window. I thought I was dreaming for a minute.
“I know you’re awake…Katherine…Katherine?”
I didn’t say anything. I pretended to sleep. He turned his face to me and smiled. His eyes were so wide and bright.
I never went back to sleep that night. I just laid there for a while going back and forth from feeling like I was betraying my husband to feeling like I was an idiot who should just enjoy having a relationship with someone.
Around four in the morning, I had finally begun to drift off to sleep, but Stephen started making noises.
I rolled over and realized that his eyes were wide open. I was going to say something, but he was asleep. I waved my hand in front of his face to make sure.
He began to grunt and his body would shake every now and then. He was having a bad dream and his open eyes began darting back and forth.
“Get out of my head…” He whispered it twice. “Fuck you…out of my head…Mine now…”
It was too much to take. I quietly slid off of the bed and backed my way out of the room. Just as I made it to my door, his eyes moved and focused on me. He was still asleep, but it was like his eyes were watching me just the same.
I walked downstairs. He continued to talk in his sleep for over an hour. I was pretty sure right then that I had to break it off, or at least really slow down. I just didn’t feel right. And to be honest, I was a little creeped out.
I was drinking my coffee in the kitchen and thinking about what I was going to say when something caught my eye. Casey’s pictures of our family on the fridge looked different.I got up and took a closer look. James had been changed in every picture. He didn’t have short hair anymore, it was full and he was also wearing glasses. My heart skipped a beat and I felt a terrible lump in my throat. I wondered what this man had said to my daughter to convince her to remove her father from the pictures. I was done.
A few minutes later, he came downstairs in a rush. He was wearing a black Flogging Molly t-shirt. James’ favorite shirt.
“What are you doing?”
“Good morning! I forgot to turn on the alarm! I’m going to be late for work!”
“Stephen, why are you wearing that shirt?”
“I found it in your closet.”
“But why are you wearing it?”
“Well in case you forgot, I ripped the one I was wearing last night.”
“That’s my husband’s shirt.”
“Oh come on, he’s not going to be wearing it anytime soon. I gotta go, I’ll see you after work.” He leaned in for a kiss, but I backed away. “What’s the matter?”
“I don’t think this is going to work out.”
“I think we need to take a break.”
“Over a t-shirt?”
“There’s…there’s a lot of things Stephen.”
“Are you being fucking serious with me right now?” His voice raised, something I had not yet experienced with him. Something in my head told me to back away from him, so I did. I backed right up against the counter within reach of my knives. It made me feel better.
“I think so.”
“But I don’t want to do that. Tell me what I did and I’ll fix it. I’ll take off the shirt. Katherine…please.” I looked right into his eyes. I thought maybe I was overreacting, but the pictures, messing with my daughter to erase her father, that was the breaking point.
“Please leave.”
The kindness in his face fell away to an ugliness that made me start to tremble. He noticed it. A smile slowly started to rise and it looked like he was going to take a step closer. I rested my hand on the counter behind me, inches from the knife block. He halted and stood still.
“Feivel!” My dog ran into the kitchen at the sound of my voice and looked back and forth between us. I could tell that he sensed the tension. Feivel walked over to my side and just looked back at Stephen without making a sound.
“Are you going to sick the dog on me? Are you crazy or something?”
“Stephen, I just want you to leave.”
“I thought I did everything right.” He let out a sigh. “I had all the answers. I know everything about you and I still can’t make it work. This cannot be my fault…it’s not…it’s your fault! Why are you doing this?!”
“Leave. Now.”
“Ok…I just…” He started laughing and looked down. He tapped my husband's shirt. “Well…shit… I tried to fuck Katherine, and all I got was this lousy tshirt…is that how this going to end?” He just stared at me. I wouldn’t answer him. “I don’t think so. You’re going to change your mind.” He turned and walked out of the door, slamming it behind him.
After he left, I locked all of the doors and called my mother. I told her what happened and not to take Casey to daycare. I told her that I would be able to pick her up in just a little bit. I called all my friends and let them know what happened. I basically wanted to hear other people tell me that Stephen was nuts and in the event that something happened to me, I wanted people to know where to look first.
I ripped all of Casey’s drawings off of the fridge and crumpled them up and threw them away.
I walked back upstairs to get dressed and I noticed other things.
I had only kept a few clothes that belonged to my husband and some of them were missing. I had a small jewelry box on the bathroom counter, and most of the rings and necklaces that James had given me were also missing. I walked through the house and began to notice random little things were missing here and there and the only thing they all had in common were that they were gifts given to me by James.
Before I picked up Casey at my mother’s, I called the police to see if anything could be done, even though I was pretty sure that I knew the answer. Other than being a creep and a thief, Stephen actually hadn’t done anything. There was nothing the police could do.
I took Casey to the park to explain to her why Stephen wouldn’t be around anymore. Feivel was sitting next to her in the backseat. I started by asking her about her drawings.
“I didn’t change them.”
“Casey, honey, I saw them this morning. They’re changed. You changed the way daddy looks.”
“But I didn’t mommy. I wouldn’t do that. Maybe Stephen did it.”
“You think Stephen took your crayons and changed your drawings?”
“Maybe. He thought he was going to be my new daddy anyway, so maybe he thought it was a good idea.”
“Wait. Who said he was going to be your new daddy?”
“He did. He said it lots.”
When we got to the park, I made sure Casey stayed right next to me. We started throwing the frisbee down by the river so Feivel could play in the water if he wanted. I asked her some more questions about Stephen and anything else he might have said to her. It didn’t sound like he had said much more.
We were about to leave when Casey started waving at something.
“Look Mommy, it’s Stephen!”
He was standing on the other side of the river, and he was waving back to us. He was wearing a button up shirt and a pair of jeans that both belonged to my husband. He was smiling at me.
“Are you mad at Stephen or something?”
“Yes honey. I don’t think we’re going to be talking to Stephen anymore. I think he needs to go away.” I reached down and scooped up my daughter and began to walk back toward our car.
“We’re going home. Come on Feivel! Feivel?” My dog had been staring at Stephen and he still hadn’t moved. “Feivel, come!”
Stephen whistled and that was enough for Feivel. He jumped into the river and began swimming toward the other side. I called after him over and over, but he eventually made it to the other side and ran over to Stephen. He gave me one last wave before he reached down and clipped a leash onto Feivel’s collar. He turned around and started to walk away.
I ran back to the car and put Casey in her car seat as fast as I could and I drove to the parking lot on the other side of the river, but by the time I got there, he was gone with our dog.
I filled out a report with the police and tried to get a restraining order.
“Ok, so here’s the problem. You said his name was Stephen Tasavo?”
“That’s right.”
“Ok look. This is not going to make you feel any better, but this man doesn’t exist.”
“He gave you a false name, Miss. Couldn’t find anybody by that name fitting his description. You got him on social media anywhere? Does he have any friends?”
“I…I don’t know. I don’t have any of that crap. Social media I mean. I guess I just…never asked him about any of it. We’ve only been seeing each other for a few months.”
“Well, from the pictures you took on your phone, we know what he looks like. We’re going to keep an eye out for him, whoever he is. I suggest you keep your doors locked and inform the people at your daughter’s school. If there’s anywhere else you can go, I don’t think that would be a bad idea.”
I went home that night anyway. Casey was a mess after Stephen took Feivel and I thought that it would be a mistake if I didn’t give her some sense of normalcy. I had four friends stay with me that night.
A month later I got a call from a number that I didn’t recognize.
“Don’t hang up the phone Katherine. Feivel really wants to hear your voice.”
“You sick fuck! Give me back my dog!” He was quiet for a moment.
“I've got you on speaker and you’re saying nasty things like that. He can hear everything you’re saying. Can’t you?! Can’t you?! Who’s a bugaboo doggie?! Who’s da doggie?!”
“Stephen…I’ll do whatever you want…please just give him back to me.”
“Come on Katherine. I know you know that’s not my name.”
“What is your name?”
“You know, I thought I had to become someone else to be with you. But I don’t think so. I’m going to like you getting to know the real me.”
“Please just give me my dog.”
“I’m going to make you see that it was destiny that your husband died. I’m going to make you see that his death was what it took to bring us together.”
“You son of a bitch!”
“Anyway, I’ll see you soon.” He hung up the phone.
I called the police, and after that night, I didn’t hear anything from Stephen for two months. Two months of looking over my shoulder. Two months of waiting.
I bought a gun. I kept it in the drawer of my bedside table. I wasn’t taking any chances.
I woke up with a start in the middle of the night and I heard the sound of muffled whining. I sat up in bed and looked around my bedroom before I grabbed the gun and got up. I walked to my window and noticed that it was slightly open. I looked down into the backyard.
Smoke was pouring out from underneath the closed lid on the grill. It looked like something was tied around the handles in order to keep it shut. I ran downstairs to the patio door. I opened it and held the gun in front of me. The smell of something burning was making me sick to my stomach. Something was crying out inside of the grill, frantically trying to get out. My heart sank as I realized that it was Feivel’s collar tied around the handle.
I screamed and grabbed the hose and turned it on. I lunged for the lid of the grill and I burned my hands as I tore away the collar from the handles.
I threw the top to the grill open and sprayed the hose inside. Feivel leapt out of the grill and down onto the brick patio. I soaked him with the hose. A belt had been tied around his muzzle. I ripped it off of his face and kept the water on him.
I turned to look back at the house. I didn’t want to leave him, but I realized that I had left my phone upstairs. I opened my mouth to scream for help, but then I had a hard time making any sound when I saw what was on the patio table. There was a bottle of whiskey on it with two glasses that had already been poured. There was a note on the table.
“It’s Friday Night! Time to BBQ!”
There was also something else on the table. A small fake rock. James and I had always kept it hidden amongst the other rocks in the backyard.It had a small compartment on the underside where we kept a spare key to our house. Stephen was in our house.
I looked back down to Feivel. I was left with the awful decision of having to leave my dog. He was gasping for air, but he was still alive. I had to get to Casey to make sure she was safe.
“Feivel, I’m sorry!” I left the hose laying across him and I ran back inside.
As I ran up the stairs, I saw that Casey’s door was closed and as I reached out for the knob, I heard a familiar noise coming from my room. The sound of a rocking chair. I cracked open Casey’s door and I could see that she was still asleep in her bed.
I closed the door and held the gun in front of me as I walked into my room.
The man I knew as Stephen was rocking in my husband's chair, wearing my husband’s clothes, and holding a house key that only myself and my husband knew about.
“I’ve missed you so much.” I raised the gun without saying a word. My hand was shaking. He was smiling and rocking back and forth. “You’re not going to shoot me.”
“Goodbye Stephen.” I pulled the trigger and nothing happened but a dry snap. I pulled the trigger again, but nothing happened.
“If you held that thing more often, you could probably tell that it’s just a little heavier when it has bullets in it.”
I lunged for my bedside table and pulled the drawer open. The small box of bullets was gone.
“I unloaded it while you were asleep.” He stood up. I ran for Casey’s door, but he caught me before I could open it. I felt his hand go over my mouth and he picked me up by my shoulders. I struggled as he carried me closer to the top of the stairs.
“I’ve watched you sleep for so many nights now, just wondering how I could get you back. But I think there might not be any saving of what we had.” He hit me across the face and threw me down the stairs.
I heard my ankles snap when I hit the floor, and I screamed. His footsteps were quiet as he started walking down the stairs.
“We could have had a life together. I really wanted that. I even put something on the grill, but then you went and ruined that too.”
“Mommy?!” Casey had run out of her bedroom and was at the top of the stairs looking down on us. Stephen was just a few steps away from me. I started to crawl along the floor toward the kitchen.
“Go back to your room Casey. You’re mother and I are fighting.”
“Casey! Get Mommy’s phone and call for help!” I screamed, as I pulled myself along the floor and into the kitchen. All I could think of was getting to the block of knives.
“Where do you think you're going off to? Wait, I know…”
Stephen ran around me and to the kitchen counter. He picked up the block of knives and spilled them on the floor. “Come and get ‘em Katherine.”
He walked back over and stood over me while I crawled toward the knives. He was laughing.
“To think, if someone hadn’t killed your husband, none of this would have happened.”
I tried to shut his voice out of my head as I crawled forward. I was getting closer.
“You know the person who hit him did actually stop for a moment…just a moment…he opened his car door and almost ran over to help, but then something stopped him. Did you know that?”
He’s lying Kathering. Keep moving.
“I was there. If I close my eyes, I can still see the whole thing. If that guy had helped instead of just driving away, maybe James would have survived and what I’ve had with you and Casey… all that would never have been.”
I was right in front of the pile of knives. I reached out and then he stomped on my hand. I felt bones break. He leaned down, grabbed me, and turned me over to look at him. He was crying.
“I still think it was destiny that brought us together, but I was wrong about you. You don’t have any place in our family. Me and Casey. I’m going to take her far away from here. She’s mine now.” Tears were pouring out of his eyes and he was trying to blink them away, but the tears wouldn’t stop.
“Son of a bitch! Stop it! Stop it!” He rubbed at his eyes with one hand. “She’s mine now!”
I brought my knee up as hard as I could between his legs and he dropped me to the floor. He fell to his knees right next to me. I could hear sirens outside.
I reached out and grabbed the largest knife. I raised it over my head, but before I could swing it down, he grabbed my wrist and started to squeeze. I felt my grip start to loosen and I was afraid that I was going to drop the knife. He started to laugh as the sirens were getting closer.
“Looks like it’s time we get things over with.”
I felt his body slam against mine, and at first I had no idea what had happened, but then Stephen began to scream and I could hear Feivel growling behind him.
Feivel had managed to fit his jaws around the back of Stephen’s neck and buried his teeth to the gums. He was pulling Stephen away from me; blood poured down either side of his throat.
I tightened my grip on the knife and I pushed it into Stephen’s stomach over and over and over again. Feivel eventually let go of Stephen, and as I continued to plunge the knife into the mushy mess I had made, my dog limped over and started to whimper.
As Stephen lay there gasping for breath, I stared at his eyes. They were staring back at me and he was no longer weeping. I felt crazy, but his eyes looked kind. They looked happy.
“How are you feeling now?” I remember the detective had this perfect voice. A Paul Winfield voice. Had the things he was about to tell me weren’t so terrible, I would probably only remember how beautiful that voice was.
“I can’t walk, but they’ve got me so drugged up that I don’t mind very much. I’m going to be able to go home tomorrow. Or…to my mother’s at least.”
“How’s your daughter doing?”
“She’s good. She’s staying with my mother.”
“I hear that hero dog is going to pull through.”
I smiled. Tears started coming up thinking of Feivel sitting somewhere without me while he was going through all this.
“He’s not going to be a hundred percent, but he’s going to have a good life. He deserves it.”
“Ok. Now for the unpleasant stuff. We finally got some answers on who this guy is. Was, excuse me. His name is Joshua Linder. He’s been keeping a small apartment only a mile away from your house for the last three years. It looks like he’s been watching you the whole time. All kinds of things all over his apartment.”
“Did he kill James?”
“No. He couldn't have. Up until three years ago he lived across the country from you. Even then, there was no way he was driving the car that killed your husband. He was legally blind.”
“Not completely blind, but may as well have been. That is his connection to you, and to your late husband I’m afraid.”
“I don’t understand.”
“You said he knew things he shouldn’t have right?”
“Where the spare key was, um… certain things you shared with your late husband, correct?”
“That’s right.”
“Katherine, there’s no easy way to say this, so I’m just going to say it. You are aware that your husband was an organ donor, were you not?”
“It seems that uh… Mr. Linder was the recipient of your husband’s corneas after your husband passed. Now how he found out about you, we have no idea. There’s some kind of phenomenon that’s called cellular memory that frankly I think is…”
He kept talking, but the only thing on my mind were Stephen’s eyes.
My little family of three moved far away from home. We now have a house next to my husband’s parents where Casey can get to know her father’s parents and Feivel can go on walks with me while I pull him in his wagon when he gets too tired. I try not to think too much of what happened, but I still have trouble sleeping.
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2023.03.29 01:29 MeapeeNation The rapture is coming.

The rapture is coming. A great flood will consume the toxic community known as “generic roleplay gaem subservers”. Those who are impure will perish. But the sinful shall survive the cataclysm, and they will transform the community, making it even worse than it was before. They will be condemned to a fate of their own creation, clinging on to their discord roles, their politics and dramas, their pathetic “power”, forced to rot for many years to come. Once the flood comes, all of their accomplishments will be meaningless, leaving them with nothing. Once they perish from this realm, they will have gained nothing from it in the heavens (also known as “real life”). However, it’s not too late. You can leave today, and those who are pure may ascend to a higher plane of existence to be one with the Lord. The wicked will laugh, laugh at those who ascend. But the Lord laughs at the wicked, for he knows their day is coming. Repost in at least 5 servers to ascend, ignore to rot in hell (also known as “grg”).
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2023.03.29 01:29 AnotherAnonymousOne Salford Lads: The Rise and Fall of Paul Massey (UK True Crime)

I’m the narrator for this true crime audiobook written by Bernard O’Mahoney. Synopsis below:
“When legendary old school villain Paul Massey immersed himself in the murky world of his modern-day counterparts, he was executed with a machine gun on the drive of his home. Contained within this audiobook is his story.
“It is a story that will horrify the non-criminal mind and lay bare how Massey unwittingly became the architect of his own demise. Massey was not the only casualty of a toxic feud that had ignited between two Salford gangs following the most trivial of disputes. John Kinsella, a close friend of Massey's, was gunned down in front of his pregnant partner. A seven-year-old boy and his mother were shot, a hand grenade was hurled through the front window of a family home, an attempt was made to behead a man with a machete, and an orgy of beatings, stabbings, kidnappings, and shootings were carried out in the name of respect.
“In today’s underworld, the old school criminal code has been confined to the bin. Being known as a hard man once demanded respect, but no more. Guns, and having the mindset to use one, often for little or no reason, has become the norm. Drugs are the currency, and death often the penalty for a discrepancy or misdemeanour. It is an unforgiving world that Paul Massey helped to create, and a world that ultimately resulted in his death.”
It’s available to purchase on iTunes and Audible now - this is the Audible link:
Furthermore, I have ten review codes to give away. All I ask in return is that once you have listened to the audiobook you leave an honest public review.
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2023.03.29 01:28 TheMrLong Switching max strength clusters

Currently I am doing the operator pro programming for strength and I love it. Working for a 2-3 rm for a certain lift each day is tough, but inspiring and it makes me feel good. I’m also running op/pro with capacity. Op/pro runs for a 3 week cycle, and currently my strength cluster consists of bench, squat, deadlift, and weighted pull-ups. I have cut back a lot on my deadlifts due to volume being a bit tough on me, so I typically only do 1 set of 5 each lifting day. Squats have been hard, so I just do the 3 sets of 5 and leave it at that. Bench press has gone really well, better than I expected, so I have actually been using the hypertrophy programming and it’s been great.
I have a couple of questions. My deload week is coming up, and I’m thinking about switching up my cluster to front squat, overhead press, barbell rows, and keeping the weighted pull ups. Does anyone see a problem with changing it up like this? I’m thinking about switching it for 1- 3 week session and then going back to my original cluster.
The other question I have is just choosing certain lifts for hypertrophy. Like I said, currently I’m using the hypertrophy protocol for bench press. I started to do it with squats but it was just too much.
For information I’m 33, 200 pounds, I run my programming off of 1rm (not 90% of 1rm). Squat is at 365, bench is 270, deadlift is 385(405 with straps), I cut back on weighted pull-ups due to elbow pain and I’m only adding 10ths so far.
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2023.03.29 01:28 SprainedShorts What are these spots on the bottom of my stainless steel cooking pot? Is this mold?

What are these spots on the bottom of my stainless steel cooking pot? Is this mold?
Is this mold or are these calcium deposits? I thought they were waterstains or something cuz from afar they look white. but if i look at a certain angle, in the shine of the reflection, the spots seem to have black centers. are these burn marks? mold spores? water stains? idk how to tell. sometimes i do leave the pot sortof wet after cleaning it and just let the water evaporate...
and recently i got a cold (not covid) and i been using this pot to boil water and inhale the vapors to relieve congestion.. did i inhale mold spores? 😃
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2023.03.29 01:28 flabbygramcracker Am I (19F) cheating on my bf (25M) with my best friend (20M)?

Over the past couple of days someone, who will remain nameless, who's a close friend finally admitted to me that he(20M) likes me(19F). Mainly started cause he got drunk and I was sober and he wouldn't leave me alone. He stays with me sometimes because of living situations and my current boyfriend (25M) knows. Well recently is when my friend told me he likes me, and I woke up one morning to him kissing on me and it led to him touching me. I never even got to say much cause I was just waking up and I couldn't process much. Now I have no idea what to even do because he was supposed to be like a brother and roommate. I think he may be capitalizing on issues me and my bf are having currently. I have been with my boyfriend for over 2 years now and despite issues are still together. Idk what to do or even where to begin. I'm just worried this is all my fault and I'm ruining everything. He officially told me cause we were playing around like brother and sister fighting and he kissed me. I didn't kiss back and had no idea what to do, but here I am.
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