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My life came in a flash, white and blue tinted flesh against white colored walls. Wrapped in shades of rose and summer sun. My birth was a spectacle, a happy happenstance. People crowded my hospital bed, they hoisted me to the sun. They praised and bathed my life in sweet expectant honey coated love. I was carried from one month to the next, swaddled in the sound of rushing blood and beating heart. How displaced. From a young age I learned that kindness is a friend to the lost. I was praised in school with gold stars and my name on a clip stuck to the color purple. Maybe thats why she's my favorite color. When you grow up you learn that food tastes sweeter in the light of your youth. Ki...

I’m currently writing a story and need genuine critiques so I can make it better and compelling. It’s no where near done. But I’d like advice on what I have so far. The truck shouldn’t still be running. Every time I turn the key, I expect it to finally give up, but it coughs, rattles, and settles into a rough idle. The dash lights flicker like they’re thinking about dying, then hold. “Three, you’re on approach,” Mara says through the radio. “I see the gate,” I tell her. The settlement wall drags itself out of the gray ahead of me. old poured concrete patched with sheet metal and welded scrap. It’s not pretty, but it stands. Two guards wait at the checkpoint with r...

My life came in a flash, white and blue tinted flesh against white colored walls. Wrapped in shades of rose and summer sun. My birth was a spectacle, a happy happenstance. People crowded my hospital bed, they hoisted me to the sun. They praised and bathed my life in sweet expectant honey coated love. I was carried from one month to the next, swaddled in the sound of rushing blood and beating heart. How displaced. From a young age I learned that kindness is a friend to the lost. I was praised in school with gold stars and my name on a clip stuck to the color purple. Maybe thats why she's my favorite color. When you grow up you learn that food tastes sweeter in the light of your youth. Ki...

My life came in a flash, white and blue tinted flesh against white colored walls. Wrapped in shades of rose and summer sun. My birth was a spectacle, a happy happenstance. People crowded my hospital bed, they hoisted me to the sun. They praised and bathed my life in sweet expectant honey coated love. I was carried from one month to the next, swaddled in the sound of rushing blood and beating heart. How displaced. From a young age I learned that kindness is a friend to the lost. I was praised in school with gold stars and my name on a clip stuck to the color purple. Maybe thats why she's my favorite color. When you grow up you learn that food tastes sweeter in the light of your youth. Ki...

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\[Geoengineering, 1/5\] Prince bin Salman lowered his trusty aviators. It was always shiny out here in the Ghawar, aside from when the all-too-frequent sandstorms swept through. The Ghawar had built Saudi Arabia, and his family had, if nothing else, always been a careful steward of the world's most viable oil find--even at $10/barrel, they would still be pumping out here. That $10/barrel now seemed like a not entirely remote possibility was, however, still alarming. While the election of Donald Trump had been a temporary setback to the cause of climate activism \[and the spiraling energy prices in Europe had certainly done their bit to drag things back\], it was still a worrying long-t...

Chapter 1 The news broke online that I was merely one of Damon Maxwell’s thirty-eight mistresses, a counterfeit Mrs. Maxwell. I was eight months pregnant at the time, busy running damage control for Damon after his latest round of leaked bedroom photos with a twenty-two-year-old model. Everyone in the Elite East Coast Circle called me the most professional PR Queen, the ultimate fixer. My husband’s scandals would fly, and I would clean up the wreckage without a tremor in my voice or a hitch in my stride. I’d handled hundreds of crises for Damon, sending out countless cease-and-desist letters and hush money checks to women he’d slept with. I just never imagined I would become the o...

Chapter 1 The news broke online that I was merely one of Damon Maxwell’s thirty-eight mistresses, a counterfeit Mrs. Maxwell. I was eight months pregnant at the time, busy running damage control for Damon after his latest round of leaked bedroom photos with a twenty-two-year-old model. Everyone in the Elite East Coast Circle called me the most professional PR Queen, the ultimate fixer. My husband’s scandals would fly, and I would clean up the wreckage without a tremor in my voice or a hitch in my stride. I’d handled hundreds of crises for Damon, sending out countless cease-and-desist letters and hush money checks to women he’d slept with. I just never imagined I would become the o...

Chapter 1 The news broke online that I was merely one of Damon Maxwell’s thirty-eight mistresses, a counterfeit Mrs. Maxwell. I was eight months pregnant at the time, busy running damage control for Damon after his latest round of leaked bedroom photos with a twenty-two-year-old model. Everyone in the Elite East Coast Circle called me the most professional PR Queen, the ultimate fixer. My husband’s scandals would fly, and I would clean up the wreckage without a tremor in my voice or a hitch in my stride. I’d handled hundreds of crises for Damon, sending out countless cease-and-desist letters and hush money checks to women he’d slept with. I just never imagined I would become the o...

Chapter 1 The news broke online that I was merely one of Damon Maxwell’s thirty-eight mistresses, a counterfeit Mrs. Maxwell. I was eight months pregnant at the time, busy running damage control for Damon after his latest round of leaked bedroom photos with a twenty-two-year-old model. Everyone in the Elite East Coast Circle called me the most professional PR Queen, the ultimate fixer. My husband’s scandals would fly, and I would clean up the wreckage without a tremor in my voice or a hitch in my stride. I’d handled hundreds of crises for Damon, sending out countless cease-and-desist letters and hush money checks to women he’d slept with. I just never imagined I would become the o...

Chapter 1 The news broke online that I was merely one of Damon Maxwell’s thirty-eight mistresses, a counterfeit Mrs. Maxwell. I was eight months pregnant at the time, busy running damage control for Damon after his latest round of leaked bedroom photos with a twenty-two-year-old model. Everyone in the Elite East Coast Circle called me the most professional PR Queen, the ultimate fixer. My husband’s scandals would fly, and I would clean up the wreckage without a tremor in my voice or a hitch in my stride. I’d handled hundreds of crises for Damon, sending out countless cease-and-desist letters and hush money checks to women he’d slept with. I just never imagined I would become the o...

Chapter 1 The news broke online that I was merely one of Damon Maxwell’s thirty-eight mistresses, a counterfeit Mrs. Maxwell. I was eight months pregnant at the time, busy running damage control for Damon after his latest round of leaked bedroom photos with a twenty-two-year-old model. Everyone in the Elite East Coast Circle called me the most professional PR Queen, the ultimate fixer. My husband’s scandals would fly, and I would clean up the wreckage without a tremor in my voice or a hitch in my stride. I’d handled hundreds of crises for Damon, sending out countless cease-and-desist letters and hush money checks to women he’d slept with. I just never imagined I would become the o...

Chapter 1 The news broke online that I was merely one of Damon Maxwell’s thirty-eight mistresses, a counterfeit Mrs. Maxwell. I was eight months pregnant at the time, busy running damage control for Damon after his latest round of leaked bedroom photos with a twenty-two-year-old model. Everyone in the Elite East Coast Circle called me the most professional PR Queen, the ultimate fixer. My husband’s scandals would fly, and I would clean up the wreckage without a tremor in my voice or a hitch in my stride. I’d handled hundreds of crises for Damon, sending out countless cease-and-desist letters and hush money checks to women he’d slept with. I just never imagined I would become the o...

Hello, I’m going to be traveling China from May 8th to July 7th and I was curious about getting an Sim with a Chinese number, I’m thinking a physical Sim at a China Mobile from what I’ve been told. My worry is that people say you have to remember to cancel it? Can someone explain what that means? I just thought once my 30 days on the Sim are over it just ends itself and I’d buy another one? Am I supposed to go back to the China Mobile and cancel it before it ends so I don’t get auto charged again? Would love if someone can explain that part to me. Also since I’m traveling for about 60 days, and most Sims I’ve seen only go up to 30 days, will buying another 30 day Sim change...

Last week I made a post about the performance of a U-Star airbrush that I recently acquired, the U-Star S130. In that post I praised its performance and considered it to deliver a superior, almost premium-level result despite the low cost of about $42. Of course, that sparked some controversy, because the model looks very similar to many of the cheap Chinese airbrushes sold all over the place. Many people saw it as just another copy of the usual budget designs. My claim was that while the U-Star S130 does indeed look like those airbrushes externally, the construction and manufacturing standards of this specific brush are different. The goal of this post is to explain why, for educational p...

With the battle commencing, Ogasawara picked up his spear. "How about some good ol' spear on spear action to start?" "Sounds good to me." Honda slightly pulled his arm back aiming Tonbokiri at Nagaharu. *Let's see if you can take me going easy.* With a subtle whoosh, Honda sent his spear forward. Ogasawara managed to block the attack pinning it to the ground. "Looks like Honda's attack has been blocked by the Martial Arts Multi-Master!" A man with white and black hair wearing crescent earrings and a dark cloak chuckled. The Peerless Swordsman had come to spectate. "Why does that matter? Honda is simply testing his new rival. That&#...

Planning traveling to China 🇨🇳 who has used Air China and how would you rate the flight. Btw, I will be traveling from United Kingdom to China.

I recently purchased the Shark Flexstyle from Costco and noticed they sent a different style of curlers than shown in their photos. I double checked the Shark website and the use the same photo. I'm not sure if this was a packaging error or false advertising? I reached out to Shark customer service but they didn't confirm anything and just told me to return it or buy new curlers. I'm a bit disappointed... Has anyone had a similar experience?

These actually surprised me of how good they were, the audio quality is on point, but I have a few bones to pick. When you unbox them the AirPods don’t automatically search to connect which made it harder to navigate, but that’s about it for the first-hand experience. ANC - 7/10, comparing with my real AirPods Pro 2 they’re honestly insanely good for the price, your voice is still a little weird which is impossible to perfect on fakes Audio Quality - 10/10, literally insane, compared with my real AirPods Pro 2 on no setting difference, it’s exactly the same Box - 9/10, it’s great but the pull tabs are a little wonky and the box has a China smell Another thing that shocked me ...