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2021.11.28 02:53 SnooStories2070 Please add me to all your regi raids

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2021.11.28 02:53 navel_buffet 🐕🔥Wildfire Inu! || 🔒 5 YEARS Liquidity Locked || 20% Burned on Every Transaction || 1% Reflections || 2% Liquidity

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2021.11.28 02:53 Electrical_Hurry2189 Happy weekend guys 🤩🤩 ....( More closer to the moon 🚀🚀🚀🤩)

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2021.11.28 02:53 navel_buffet 🐕🔥Wildfire Inu! || 🔒 5 YEARS Liquidity Locked || 20% Burned on Every Transaction || 1% Reflections || 2% Liquidity

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2021.11.28 02:53 navel_buffet 🐕🔥Wildfire Inu! || 🔒 5 YEARS Liquidity Locked || 20% Burned on Every Transaction || 1% Reflections || 2% Liquidity

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2021.11.28 02:53 Obvious_Brilliant_46 Any good outdoor ranges near memphis Tn?

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2021.11.28 02:53 SSDestiel How Many Exmormon Women Became Pagan?

I was raised Mormon and left the church at 18; I'm 45 now. The branch I was in was almost a male-worshipping group. We weren't far behind the fundie polygamist sects. As a woman, it always rankled me that I would be pretty much collared by a man, basically exist as one of his accessories, no more than a comb. I know other women felt the same way.
I ran an Ex-Mormon chatroom on MSN for awhile (gives you an idea how long ago that was, yeesh), and I gave advice and a sympathetic ear to others who had left. What struck me was the amount of women who had become some flavor of Pagan after leaving; I eventually did too. Have any of you seen that trend here?
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2021.11.28 02:53 navel_buffet 🐕🔥Wildfire Inu! || 🔒 5 YEARS Liquidity Locked || 20% Burned on Every Transaction || 1% Reflections || 2% Liquidity

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2021.11.28 02:53 Vector4725 Sigma Orthodox Grindset ☦️

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2021.11.28 02:53 meloVQ Question 🙋🏻‍♂️

What the hell is a Cheyenne?
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2021.11.28 02:53 navel_buffet 🐕🔥Wildfire Inu! || 🔒 5 YEARS Liquidity Locked || 20% Burned on Every Transaction || 1% Reflections || 2% Liquidity

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2021.11.28 02:53 South-Steak-808 Shiba Lambo | Next BSC GEM | 7% SHIBA Rewards | Less than 1hours old | Low Marketcap 💎 | Safe Contract ✅ | Renounced and Locked | Dont Miss Out

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2021.11.28 02:53 -SirSparhawk- Streak 136: les vacances

Demain est le dernier jour de mes vacances, mais je ne me sens pas détendu. J'aimerais avoir plus de jours sans avoir besoin d'etre avec beaucoup de personnes, parce que je suis un introverti et lorsque je suis avec les gens, je ne peux pas le détendre. Chaque jour dans la dernière semaine j'étais avec ma grande familie et je suis plus fatigué que avant les vacances...
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2021.11.28 02:53 AutoNewspaperAdmin [Sports] - George Kambosos Jr stuns Teófimo López for unified lightweight title in seismic upset | Guardian

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2021.11.28 02:53 glasses_the_loc Everything is chrome in the future

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2021.11.28 02:53 udit39 [US-CA] [H] HP T730 with 4 Port NIC pfSense / Opnsense box [W] Paypal / Local cash

HP T730 Thin Client
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8GB RAM
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I also have TP-Link EAP245 access point v1.1 for sale - $20 + shipping
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2021.11.28 02:53 JoNuttanon1994 Tales of Rebirth: Best Female Characters?

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2021.11.28 02:53 AutoNewspaperAdmin [Lifestyle] - Easy rider? We’ll miss the roar, but electric motorbikes can’t kill our road romance | Guardian

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2021.11.28 02:53 thicc_chungus4200 Reeling out not in on spinner

I am going crazy trying to figure out how to make it reel in not out when I'm casted out and I'm looking for help,I'm on ps4.
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2021.11.28 02:53 No_Customer1863 Hello Everyone

I've been a Mr. Creeps fan since the very beginning (I just never really got around to commenting on his earlier vids) and throughout the 4 years this channel has been in existence, there's always that one story that creeps narrates every 5 months or so that leaves a mark. I am currently in the early stages of a very grueling process trying to make the best story for you guys. My goal is to dedicate alot of my free time to writing these thrillers so that you guys can immerse yourselves in them more often, and more importantly, draw new people toward this channel. So this poll is just to ask you guys for your opinion, what do you think would have the most impact on the community?
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2021.11.28 02:53 Delicious-Hot-Dog Stuck at Home with My Dog, Gordon - Part 3, The Hidden Key and the Kitchen Horror

First thing’s first, I flip the couch back over. I let the mania guide my hand and really flip that fucker good. I listen for Gordon, but he’s still wherever he is doing who knows what. I’ll figure out how to get us outta this thing, buddy. It’s just a weird night. Yeah. It’s just a weird night is all. We just gotta keep it together, keep our wits about us, keep to ourselves in the living room, and, and—
“What time is it anyways?” I muttered aloud, realizing my nervous energy had me bobbing my head to my racing thoughts.
I look around the room for my phone, which could be anywhere at this point, with how things have been going on. Of course, there is no clock on my walls or on that shitty Ikea bookshelf I only put up to fill space in the room. Somehow, a bookshelf with only five books is much, much sadder than one that is completely empty. I look at the five books momentarily and scoff. They’re not even standing erect, not a one of them. They’re like half toppled dominos and that defeated posture perfectly represents my reading habit. The truth is, I haven’t even ready any of these books. All of them are either some old sci-fi or detective noir book that I found in a thrift store and thought would look cool on my bookshelf. I thought I’d read them eventually and eventually fill my whole bookshelf with interesting and not well known books like those. I don’t even know if they’re any good or if I like detective stories. To think I’d fill that bookshelf eventually… I guess I figured I’d do a lot of things eventually.
I walk over to the sad, slumped figures and stand them up properly. They’re all paperbacks, so they were still leaning a little bit, but better looking than before. I do that thing where you tuck your lips together and do a little nod like, “Okay, there ya go.” and for whatever reason I pick up the book on the end. It is a detective book, or at least I think so based on the revolver hanging from a noose on the cover. The City in Ropes it’s called. Sounds like a real hardboiled mystery. I bend it back and shuffle the yellowing pages past my thumb. These old books do smell pretty good. Maybe all books smell good. Midway through the flipping, something drops out and lands just perfectly painfully on my big toe, causing me to kick my foot spastically and with embarrassingly slow reaction time.
“What the fuck?”
It’s a key. Just a normal, flat, dull brass house key. Did someone hide their house key in this book and then accidentally give it away to a thrift store? What’s the protocol for something like that? Maybe I should just keep it. If I throw it away, then there’s the possibility that someone can find it in the trash, and if the locks haven’t changed in all this time, then that person can just break into whichever house this belongs to and just burgle the place silly.
No, that’s ridiculous. People just don’t go around trying random keys in random doors in the one in a billion chance that that key unlocks it.
I turn towards my door, and, right on cue, the handle jiggles. Metal scrapes along the tumblers in the lock, but not quite catching all of them. Then another key, and another.
“You can’t get in!” I yell at the door, trying to sound tough, but finding there actually is a growing edge to my voice as this constant fear frustrates me. “Not tonight, man! You’re not getting in tonight!”
He answers in the form of a top of the lungs, guttural scream held for a few inhumanly beats too long. Then there’s silence.
It takes a while for me to move after that. Wrenching my eyes away from the door and whatever thing just screeched like that, I’m drawn back to the key.
Gordon is sitting right beside me, also staring at the door, and his sudden presence startles me enough that I let out a yelp, a yelp when being quiet seemed absolutely necessary.
“Gah, Gordon. When did you get here? You heard that too, huh?” He’s always such a good boy, always has been since he was a floppy eared pupster. While I’m at his level to pick up the key, I run my fingers through the short tuft of brown fur at the crown of his head and give him a scratch. “Good boy, Gordon. What do you think this key is for?”
Wait. Is this mine?
Why would it be? Sure enough, though, as I stand up and take my everyday keys off the top of the short bookshelf, this book key matches up exactly with my house key on the keyring. It’s a duplicate, or a spare. It’s also not mine, as in I never had a spare key made and I certainly never hid it in some book.
I put the key in my pocket and picked up the other books to shake out, and I’m not sure what I expected, but none of the other books had keys. Absent-mindedly, I reach into my pocket to play with the book key. With that same sobering jolt that comes with slipping on a grape in a dream and springing awake with a pillow full of drool, I’m suddenly well aware and dreadful of the reality I’m in, that I’m trapped in my house, that there are people and things out there, that Gordon—
Mm, ahh. That’s right. The time. That’s right, right. I was going to check the time. It feels like déjà vu as I swing my head back and forth trying to find my phone to see the time.
My coffee table is full of beers of varying levels of filledness. It’s gotta be somewhere among the beer mugs. I get the idea to try calling it to see where it is and reach into my pocket, to the key again, when I hear something soft crash to the floor in the kitchen.
Someone’s here. They got in. From where? Backdoor? Garage? I didn’t notice. Gordon didn’t notice. Squinting so hard I feel like I bruise my eyeballs, I can’t believe this has happened again. Whatever is in the kitchen is a trap or a trick or means me harm, right? Just like upstairs when Gordon scared me from behind that door. That was funny, but it could have been serious.
Another thing falls to the floor. Sounds like a box of crackers or something. From near the table, my view is obscured. I can see into some of the kitchen, at my little table for two and out my sliding glass backdoor, but where I keep my food and do my cooking is behind a wall.
Don’t say “Hello?” Don’t give them the opportunity to get away or be prepared or whatever they can possibly be up to in there.
Instead, I shuffle through the beers as quietly as I can, doing my best not to gag at the horrific odor of some of them. The clinking and retching is kept to a minimum. What was I drinking tonight? There was a pungentness that wasn’t quite rotten or sour, but along the same lines, inducing revulsion.
It hits me. These aren’t my beers at all. How could I just pick through these dozens of mugs and not realize that. Who’s been in my house and how long was I upstairs? How long have I been staring at these beers piling up?
Get your phone. Just get your phone and contact someone somehow and get out of the house. Yes, that’s my primary focus. That’s what I’ve been trying to do this whole time. How could I forget? I’ll take my chances with the freaks out there… in that infinite blackness. I guess.
I fall to my knees and completely unfocus my vision as I just think, quietly just really think.
Shit. Where’s safer?

🐕

And there it is! My phone.
Aaand it has no charge, zero bat. Great. Gordon is panting like a dummy perched on the flipped over couch. He cocks his head to the side like I’m a dummy, but then he closes his mouth and really looks at me.
I almost speak but I’m reminded that someone is in the kitchen when Gordon gives me a stern look and then gestures at my key pinched between my white knuckled fingers. I shudder and go cold. Gripping the key tighter in my fist, holding it closer to my chest protectively, I’m hit with the full strangeness of the night like wet cement cascading onto my shoulders and solidifying me to the floor, which is where I find myself. My forearms soak in the spilled not-beers, the multitude of odd colors and putrid smells.
Where did these come from?!
The void, the shaking, the people, freaks, the gas, my friend in the couch, my guts.
What else am I forgetting?
Gordon pads closer to me, his fluffy paws mopping up the liquids, drawing heavily into his dense fur.
I whisper feverishly, trembling, my jagged voice stumbling past my jittery teeth.
“What have you been doing?”
Slowly, like he’s treating me like the scared animal that I am, he leans his nose forward, towards my stone fist, towards the key. Another thing falls in the kitchen, plasticky sounding like a condiment bottle.
Gordon slowly opens his mouth and wraps it around my key hand. I’m not sure why I don’t just pull away. He’s always been such a good dog. Why is he doing this? What is he doing? And How? What is even happening?
Something metallic drops in the kitchen, ricocheting off a counter, and I hear not a screech, but a squeal of pain, but a squeal unlike anything I had ever heard. Some kind of sharp burst of air whipping through a twisted, organic instrument that no man can play.
This gets Gordon’s attention and I jerk away from him. The spilled not-beers squelch under my scrambling as I bumble towards the front door completely unsure of what my plan is. Between Gordon and whatever is in my kitchen, I hope this key really does open the front door. I’ll take my chances with whatever is in the darkness for now.
I feel woozy and I don’t know exactly why. I’m wobbly on my feet, almost drunk. The not-beers? I hear Gordon barking, but not at me. I crank my head around to see what’s going on over there and see what he’s so angry at. A stab of fear twists in my heart by the hand of some crude assassin of horror.
Stepping out from my kitchen is two pairs of legs, almost human, but very, very wrinkly. One set steps firmly on the tiles while the other set steps firmly on the ceiling. Gravity seems to act upon each in the same way. And the nexus is another wrinkled mass, deep purple-red flesh, very much like a bruise, only the hues beneath the skin shifts with attention to Gordon and attention to me. Gordon is barking and biting at the thing, tugging at the folds, ripping his head back and forth. With four legs firmly planted, the thing hardly stumbles. Its toes are more like fingers, and they grip to the floor and ceiling like a rock climber gripping to the smallest of cracks in a sheer granite cliff face. A black tangle of hairs, a beard, or pubes as its between legs, of some sort dangles below it and dangles above it. Entangled in these wispy threads, is a box of mac and cheese.
As it very slowly inches its way forward, it keeps nudging towards the fighting Gordon and making those awful instrument blaring sounds.
I crawl backward as best as I can with my numbing, uncoordinated body, but the thing is gaining ground. Before I know it, it’s right in front of me, and I can see every slightly moist wrinkle of this beach ball sized flesh mass. It extends the hairs, bringing the mac and cheese box up to my face.
Breathing quick, short breaths, I think I say, “What?” but I can’t be certain of anything.
A house key drops from some unknown fold of skin, plopping right between its floor-bound legs. The thing shifts its weight towards it, but I grab the key first. I don’t know why. Maybe it was instinct? Maybe part of me thinks that something so weird should definitely not be carrying around something so mundane.
I grit my teeth in pain as my bare arm passes through the hairs, the tendrils, and I’m met with a bevvy of stings like swimming through a jellyfish. The thing seems intrigued by my pained reaction and dances his tentacles hairs along my arm, but I won’t let go of his key. I can’t. But at the same time, I feel powerless to just get out of the way.
Luckily, Gordon jumps in and grabs this thing by the hairs. That seems to really hurt it, as its squealing is the same as what I heard before. It almost willingly walks back to the kitchen with Gordon towing it along.
I feel fuzzy, weird, a real wetness in my brain, but I stand up at the front door. They’re out of sight behind the kitchen wall, but there’s no mistaking the sound of Gordon giving that thing the business. Cabinet doors open and shut. It’s a real throwdown.
“Gordon… Yeah! Gordon! Get him, boy!” I cheer him on, voice cracking.
He’s such a good dog, and I know he’ll take care of that thing, but I can’t stay and watch him do it. I need some fresh air.
The key. Yes, that’s right. I had the door locked. I put the key in the lock, sliding it in oh so easily. Opening the door just a bit, I’m hit with that refreshing rush of summer night air, that little zephyr of comfort. The summer hymns of bugs and birds are in full force! Gordon’s in the kitchen eating. He’s fine. Just fine.
This isn’t the night air at all. This isn’t even the outside air. Sudden silence. Beyond my door is what? My kitchen? I stand in the doorway of my sliding glass door looking into my home. I turn around in disbelief as I see that that, too, is my home. Turning back forward out the front door and simultaneously into the backdoor, it’s all there. My two-chair table, my toaster oven and knife block. Past the kitchen wall, I can see the edge of my couch aglow from the TV. Beyond that...
It’s.. me?
Exactly as I’m dressed now in a plain drab T-shirt and black sweatpants, the same sweatpants I’m always wearing at home, Other Me is poised at the front door. Behind me is nothing, just the closed door of my, or what I think is my actual kitchen. Scared and confused, I must have made some sort of noise to give myself away.
Other me glances around cautiously before seeing me.
Suddenly, his eyes light up and he falls over trying to run towards me. He looks awful, face equal parts pained and exhausted, he yells out before thudding to the carpeting, “Gordon!”
That’s when Gordon pulls the doorknob inward and shuts me out from Other Me. That dog wedges his stout body between the now closed door and my legs, forcing me back a half step.
“Gordon, no! Get off me! I need to see!”
Despite his efforts of bulldozing me backwards, I manage to get a grip on the knob, but the door is locked.
“Gordon, stop! Stop it! Down! Sit! Go!” I growl and try to bat him away as he jumps up and slams his paws into my hips, staggering me as I’m already wobbly on my feet.
“NO! I said stop! Gordon!”
He’s nipping at me, at my shirt, at my hands.
My hand. My key. That’s right, I still have it.
I fight Gordon off with drunken squid-like flails. I’m working through mud with a determined dog heeding my progress. I’m going “outside”. I’m getting out of here. I’m seeing whatever it was I saw.
I get an idea. I stop trying to go forward and through him, and suddenly shift my momentum the opposite direction. I sprint, if you can call how clumsily I bolted sprinting, towards the sliding backdoor. If my front door leads into my backdoor then my backdoor should lead into my front door and I can meet Other Me head on! It’s a plan that made as much sense as anything, and my spastic switch of direction threw Gordon off and he crashed into the not-beers.
All at once I found myself inserting the key into the lock of the backdoor and sliding it open before Gordon had a chance to recover. That’s it. I close the backdoor with an emphatic, rubbery thump. I can’t see Gordon anywhere in the house.
There’s no light around me though. There’s no Other House or Other Me on the other side of this door. The door I just escaped out of is gone. I am alone in that darkness beyond the house. I’m now remembering everything much clearer than ever before.
“Oh.”
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Part 1
Part 2
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2021.11.28 02:53 Several-Function-527 22 [M4MF/F] virgin looking for someone willing

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2021.11.28 02:53 Pangeasrighthand Giant fish

If hells authority doesn’t care about IMP killing people left and right on earth, why would they care about verosika making the giant fish?
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2021.11.28 02:53 loveashgrey Cat scratched baby and not sure what to do next

I adopted my cat P as a kitten when I was 23, and she has always been difficult to manage.
Almost immediately, I made the mistake of getting another kitten to keep her company, and after two years, she became extremely territorial and started bullying the other cat. I eventually gave the other cat to my sister because he was afraid of leaving my husband’s desk, even to use the litter box.
P has always liked to eat plastic to make herself puke, so we cannot leave anything out that is plastic without it being destroyed. She will eat food if you leave it out, and she has also been known to open cabinets and chew through boxes of food.
She has had issues with constipation in the past, resulting in very expensive medical bills, so we spend around $150 a month on a very specific type of cat food we found helps with her constipation and hairballs.
If it isn’t clear, P gets bored easily and is very active. She isn’t a lap cat, hates other animals, and only sits on your lap on her terms. Last year, she turned on the kitchen sink while we were sleeping and flooded our new house, resulting in 40k worth of damage.
Onto the actual problem. P is 8 years old now, and we have a one year old son. We were initially worried about how P would do with a baby, but up until the past week, she mostly ignored him. If our son got too close to her, she would growl, and we would pull our son away.
This past week, something changed. P hit our son twice, both times while we were watching them closely. The first time, my son was trying to pet her gently, but she only likes being petted on her own terms. She swatted at him, but did not use her claws (she normally swats without claws, so this is why I didn’t stop her, since I wanted our son to learn her boundaries). The next day, our son put his hand out for her to sniff while we were right by them. Without warning, she swats at him again, but this time she scratches him above his eye.
I really have no idea what we should do. I absolutely believe that I accepted full responsibility for P when I adopted her, so our current plan is to just keep her separated from our son since she can’t be trusted now. My mom thinks it would be better for us to re-home her, and I do feel bad because I feel like P is very unhappy in our home. I know we do not give her enough attention now that we have a baby, and she hates our other cat (this is a different rescue). If I knew I could find her a good home, that would be one thing, but I really can’t imagine anyone would want her given her history (or keep her once they experienced her first hand).
What would you do in this situation?
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2021.11.28 02:53 A_guayo would anyone be interested in taking pockets full of flowers and releasing me from this pain please ?

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