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The last of the dinner guests poured out of Joseph Warren's house. He didn't have dinner parties often because they usually resulted in fight's between two different people or parties with extremely different political views. Fortunately, their was only one, small conflict on whether America should be fighting communism in other coutries or not. Joeseph of course took the side of fighting communism, and so did a couple of others. But most of the other people said that what other countries form of government is doesn't matter as long as they don't threaten America. This fight was settled quickly by a very large albino woman. This subject was of course taken up because of the recent assassination of the Chinese leader, and the fact that it was rumored to be an American military operation.
Joeseph fought communism because he hated the thought that people in other countries didn't have the same rights that he did. He didn't want to kill these people who fought for communism, but he felt like it was his duty to protect, save, and create other people's rights. He wished there was another way to do this, but he had tried exploring other means of peaceful talks against communism and all had failed. He took a deep breath, walked inside his mansion, closed the door and went started to work on his next anti-communist plan.
Oh my god, Morgan Sterns thought. All seven of the possible subjects were cleared. Every single one. We have an assassin loose in our country, she thought, and he's about to give us a war against the world's largest army existing. And this was done by a civilian, a fucking civilian! As she thought that she slammed her hand on her desk loudly enough for most of the people in the office to turn their heads and stare for a couple of seconds and then go back to work. She had no idea where her or Banks could get any information on this killer, and this frustrated her. She liked their to always be an explanation, or an answer within sight. And most of all she hated to be stuck on a case.
Morgan hadn't slept at all for almost two weeks staying at her desk looking for any clue's that could help out anybody. And there were none. Nothing, zippo. But she knew that this was impossible he had gotten shot two times so there should've blood somewhere for a sample. But once again, nothing. This was bad, but something else was worse.
The situation in China. America's embassy's all over China have been ransacked, torn apart and destroyed. American tourists have been captured, and some were executed. A new, emergency leader had taken hold and was imposing harsh, new rules. Any American within one hundred yards of the Chinese border will be captured, and possibly killed for the next six months.
Ambassadors have tried telling them that what they are doing are acts of war and they tried to neogotiate, but the Chinese kept saying that killing their leader was an act of war, and we're lucky that they havn't blow this country off the face of the earth.
And this was all because of some god-damned civilian! Again, Morgan slammed her hand on the desk, recieving the same response from her co-workers. She stood up and walked out of the office and went straight to her house. And went straight to bed. She was going to need sleep if she was going to cath this bastard.
The next day, Morgan got up and watched the news during breakfast. Pretty much the only thing that was on about the increasing threats from the new, even crueler Chinese government against America. Morgan turned off the t.v. and got ready to go to another pointless at work searching for a ghost. She was tired of the media reporting all these lies and unconfirmed theories as if there the definite truth. What she wanted was pure, hard, facts; and she had no way of getting them.
Morgan spent her day pouring through theories, more possible suspects, and the medias statements. She was looking for something, a lead, an ounce of truth other than the Chinese leader is dead, truly anything that could help. Morgan glanced at her watch and saw that it was 10:30 p.m. She sighed, realizing that this was just another pointless day, helpless day, and one less day to find the suspect and deal with him before China officially declares war on America. Her computer shut off, and Morgan stood up, grabbed her purse and started to head out. But stopped when she heard Banks yell, "Morgan! They found the North-Koreas leader in a ditch, stripped, and beaten. This guy took him out during the night, without a shot fired!" Morgan cursed under her breath and told a friend to make some coffee, this was going to be a long night.
The last of the dinner guests poured out of Joseph Warren's house. He didn't have dinner parties often because they usually resulted in fight's between two different people or parties with extremely different political views. Fortunately, their was only one, small conflict on whether America should be fighting communism in other coutries or not. Joeseph of course took the side of fighting communism, and so did a couple of others. But most of the other people said that what other countries form of government is doesn't matter as long as they don't threaten America. This fight was settled quickly by a very large albino woman. This subject was of course taken up because of the recent assassination of the Chinese leader, and the fact that it was rumored to be an American military operation.
Joeseph fought communism because he hated the thought that people in other countries didn't have the same rights that he did. He didn't want to kill these people who fought for communism, but he felt like it was his duty to protect, save, and create other people's rights. He wished there was another way to do this, but he had tried exploring other means of peaceful talks against communism and all had failed. He took a deep breath, walked inside his mansion, closed the door and went started to work on his next anti-communist plan.
Oh my god, Morgan Sterns thought. All seven of the possible subjects were cleared. Every single one. We have an assassin loose in our country, she thought, and he's about to give us a war against the world's largest army existing. And this was done by a civilian, a fucking civilian! As she thought that she slammed her hand on her desk loudly enough for most of the people in the office to turn their heads and stare for a couple of seconds and then go back to work. She had no idea where her or Banks could get any information on this killer, and this frustrated her. She liked their to always be an explanation, or an answer within sight. And most of all she hated to be stuck on a case.
Morgan hadn't slept at all for almost two weeks staying at her desk looking for any clue's that could help out anybody. And there were none. Nothing, zippo. But she knew that this was impossible he had gotten shot two times so there should've blood somewhere for a sample. But once again, nothing. This was bad, but something else was worse.
The situation in China. America's embassy's all over China have been ransacked, torn apart and destroyed. American tourists have been captured, and some were executed. A new, emergency leader had taken hold and was imposing harsh, new rules. Any American within one hundred yards of the Chinese border will be captured, and possibly killed for the next six months.
Ambassadors have tried telling them that what they are doing are acts of war and they tried to neogotiate, but the Chinese kept saying that killing their leader was an act of war, and we're lucky that they havn't blow this country off the face of the earth.
And this was all because of some god-damned civilian! Again, Morgan slammed her hand on the desk, recieving the same response from her co-workers. She stood up and walked out of the office and went straight to her house. And went straight to bed. She was going to need sleep if she was going to cath this bastard.
The next day, Morgan got up and watched the news during breakfast. Pretty much the only thing that was on about the increasing threats from the new, even crueler Chinese government against America. Morgan turned off the t.v. and got ready to go to another pointless at work searching for a ghost. She was tired of the media reporting all these lies and unconfirmed theories as if there the definite truth. What she wanted was pure, hard, facts; and she had no way of getting them.
Morgan spent her day pouring through theories, more possible suspects, and the medias statements. She was looking for something, a lead, an ounce of truth other than the Chinese leader is dead, truly anything that could help. Morgan glanced at her watch and saw that it was 10:30 p.m. She sighed, realizing that this was just another pointless day, helpless day, and one less day to find the suspect and deal with him before China officially declares war on America. Her computer shut off, and Morgan stood up, grabbed her purse and started to head out. But stopped when she heard Banks yell, "Morgan! They found the North-Koreas leader in a ditch, stripped, and beaten. This guy took him out during the night, without a shot fired!" Morgan cursed under her breath and told a friend to make some coffee, this was going to be a long night.
Nicholas suddenly slid down on one knee and asked me at age 13 will you marry me even with our age and mother and father would be against it I said yes. I Elizabeth {or Lizzie for short} Catherine Cromwell will soon be Lizzie Catherine Tucker in a few short months/ There was so much to do so much to plan in fact I will make a list of what I already know
Marriage List:
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Marriage List:
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cake testing __
bridal shower __
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bouquets __
dress shopping __
shoe shopping __
makeup shopping __
The Pillsbury Doughboy died yesterday of a yeast infection and trauma complications from repeated pokes in the belly. He was 71. Doughboy was buried in a lightly greased coffin. Dozens of celebrities turned out to pay their respects, including Mrs. Butterworth, Hungry Jack, the California Raisins, Betty Crocker, the Hostess Twinkies, and Captain Crunch. The gravesite was piled high with flours. Aunt Jemima delivered the eulogy and lovingly described Doughboy as a man who never knew how much he was kneaded. Doughboy rose quickly in show business, but his later life was filled with turnovers. He was not considered a very smart cookie, wasting much of his dough on half-baked schemes. Despite being a little flaky at times he still was a crusty old man and was considered a positive roll model for millions. Doughboy is survived by his wife Play Dough, two children, John Dough and Jane Dough, plus they had one in the oven. He is also survived by his elderly father, Pop Tart.
Is it possible to fall in love with someone you’ve never met
Your only knowledge stemming from information you’ve seen or read
Before I knew of his existence I would have stated no
Yet the first time I saw him my heart begged to never let go
It isn’t rational
Or logical
Though love rarely is
I can’t make my heart stop wishing that I held his
And I know it's stupid and silly to believe
In some kind of fairy tale
The perfect prince for me
But every time I see that smile
I can’t help but feel
That one day we could share
A love that is real
Your only knowledge stemming from information you’ve seen or read
Before I knew of his existence I would have stated no
Yet the first time I saw him my heart begged to never let go
It isn’t rational
Or logical
Though love rarely is
I can’t make my heart stop wishing that I held his
And I know it's stupid and silly to believe
In some kind of fairy tale
The perfect prince for me
But every time I see that smile
I can’t help but feel
That one day we could share
A love that is real