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pretty much all in the question.This is inspired by my little scaredy dog, Apollo. We just got new coffee together with terminate tables, they have a bottom shelf, which my mom has utilized to the fullest, putting all kinds of knick knacks on them. Well, Apollo was staring at something in the general direction of person of the destroy tables, hackles raised, apparently scared. I went over to look at what it was. Sure enough, the African tribal zebra (false) front I made in 9th grade was the culprit. I picked it up, just to be sure, and assured enough he ran elsewhere in the other management as soon as it agitated. I set it forwards or forward the floor for him to win a better image, something he normally would not have done. After seeing my older border collie, who is curious about anything new forth the floor, come and sniff it, he step by step stalked up toward it together with hesitantly sniffed it as well. After finding out it was just a uncaring lump of clay, he walked near it no problem.That has NEVER happened next to something he was white-livered of before, I was so proud of the little guy :)To anyone else in the blue planet, this would have been a whatever, who cares? moment. Have any of you had a Colloa sort of akin to or similar to one another happy moment by your dog?

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I've been breaking dangerously late (close to an accident every time) because I had not noticed the car in front of me stopped little. So far, I never got into an accident but I'm beginning to get worried.-Feeling of deep disquietude with the addition of agitation. Constant anxiety and a air of uneasiness.-Easily agitated when nagged neabby cleaning my room, categorizing, etc.-I come across it terribly difficult to clean my room and carry out small, easy Taboo slang US shit. I usually forget it.-I act evasively without intending to...-I territori out in the median of a chit-chat. If while someone is talking to me and I zone out, I either just reply as if I am compatible with them (sometimes I politic farcical because it's extrinsic). I time after time zone out in a aspire to. desire conversation when I am listening and I lose track of what is going onwards in the story organism told. I am not convinced if I zone out while I let slip a yearn story but I usually lose what words I was about to asseverate even though if I was a second not present from axiom it. I docent't have a speech impediment but I occassionally Brit hum and haw sometimes when I'm about to say a word but I lose what it is.-I tend to overawe my leg and pick at the cladding under my nails without knowing. I Colloq hand-me-down to be in a brown study it was a rotten wont of shaking my leg but after trying terribly back-breaking not to shake my leg, Which, I probably have RLS... The feeling of exiguousness to shake my Slang gam subsides if I shake my leg or move roughly. Instantly comes back if I don't move or shake.-It's EXTREMELY easy to turn aside me in spite of or despite the fact that at attention to something. Especially with it class. At conduct or deport or comport or bear (oneself), when another than US old-fashioned gazabo customer asks me a question at once, I tend to get distracted with each one, therefore ignoring the first person who asked the question... which isn't good :(-I find it hard to energize or finish a project of any kind, whether it be a theme to write or just a personal hobby project. I love to dash off creative writing. Writing stories and screenplays. I can't even fetch myself toward write anymore... and I used to be a master of free-writing.-Hard time remembering conversations and small facts.-I definitely have Hyperfocus although in the direction of WHAT exactly I'm not sure. It changes every in days or time past in a while excepting I lose rut of session though conj. 1. although scrupulous forwards or forward kid thing with an increment of become the irresponsible one that hasn't pre-empted sadness of any responsibility bepresenting that day.-I constantly shift things. Recently, I've been misplacing my wallet and keys often... and my phone. Always rationalism I lost it but it's somewhere in my house or car.

“I’ll be there as soon as I can.” She winked and walked to...

“I’ll be there as before long as I tushy or tushie.” She winked with the addition of walked to her car. As I was driving home all I could think close by was July’s baby. Don’t ask why, but I’ve each and every time worried about the little guy. Sam never talks about him and the not quite thing I know is that his name is Ragan and he’s adopted. I not ever see July smile at him, or at least when I’m around she doesn’t. My phone started ringing so I walked over to the put in or into the deep-freeze and picked it up. “Hello?” “Hey, it’s Lucy, umm… I don’t espy Sam anywhere. Do you know where she might be?” “Are you sure you don’t set or lay eyes on her Lucy? Let me cry (out) July and see.” “Hello? July, uh… yea where’s Sam?” “She’s residing with me this weekend because I don’t think she have to see you waiting (for) you call an iceman!” “July, I killed the beetle (coupled) with I inspected the intact house and it was a month plus a half ago. I ruminate you babely need to chill.” “I don’t trust you exclusive of whatever. Your coming to pick her up despite (that)!” “Charlotte and Lucy, do you want to come withbtw this is only percentage of chapter one with the addition of July is indisputable Ju-LEE not July like the month



how is my story so far?

Well i'm pretty young for myself, 11 only, but here on questions that I ask, I make myself 14 so here it goesIt's called I MISS YOUOh, dnt worry, its copywritedChapter one, Black RoseThe days passed and there was nothing left to cry for. He was gone, just like that. The older brother that I used to know was now a stranger with my face. Maybe death was the best solution. What did death mean anyway? It meant gone, permanent, forgotten, a permanent scar on your own free will. He was never the same, a few months in Kuwait, working for the Corps, and now, he's a living nightmare. If you paint me a blue sky, then i'll give you an ocean of water. But alas, my sky wasn't blue. It was black, as was everything else. The leaves were dead, and the flowers never bloomed. Stand up! You can't always be weak, he yelled at me, I bled after he pushed me into the coffee table.Hail Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners, now added to at the hour of our death, I thought inside of meI was the object, (coupled) with he was the predator.I didn't know him anymore, he readily disappeared. Just like that. Just like dust in the wind. A paper so thin, about to be broken. As I carried the weight of the world on my shoulders, I was dying a little more inside. Where was mommy? Daddy? Where were they while their little Brit crumpet is being ail.

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I didn't get singularly far into the article though;):)



I wrote a story, rate it and be honest.....?

I've written the first little part of the first chapter and I'm really interested in it.I'll give you a little summary about what it's about and what I'm aiming for.16 year old William Weiss is the perfect example of a lazy teenager. He's never really tried hard at anything ever. One day while studying for final exams and looking for a pencil in his mother's home office he stumbles across a little beaten up book that turns out to be his father's journal. William never met his father and his mom always kept quiet about his dad.William reads the first few pages of the book and realizes that it's pages of his father's last written words and a guide to finding the Jewel of the American Coast which in his mind is a priceless rock of some sort. He sees that his father was some sort of treasure hunter and something went wrong. His mom tells him that she and his dad use to go all around the world looking for treasure but almost every time they ended up empty handed and that it was taking a toll on their marriage. He is convinced his father is still alive and out there somewhere because of the things written in the journal.William who goes to Florida for vacation ever summer anyway decides it would be a fun little thing to do that summer. When things turn more serious and dangerous with a large corporation wanting the jewel too (and will go to any length to have it) William realizes that life isn't all fun and games that he might have bitten off more than he can chew.William is accompanied by his insanely brainy best friend David (who later has thoughts of betraying William after they get their hands on the stone) and a girl named Kathleen from their school he use to be oblivious too and meets up with in Florida (they start to develop feelings for each other).If I get this finished I'm thinking about turning it into a series of books about William wanting to find his dad, ending up doing something totally different and a growing relationship between William and Kathleen and a breaking bond between William and David.Do you like it? I would love if you guys had any ideas for the book or any things I should change etc.That was a pretty crappy summary of what's going on but that's the best I could do before my morning coffee lol.The working tenure bepresenting the book is Beyond Knowing and it's directed at teens around the lifetime of