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At around 9:15am my beloved Spaz died. For the past two weeks he's demanded to sleep next to me and I happily obliged my little man. I woke up today to find he fell asleep last night and never woke up. I've been trying to maintain my calm but the tears just keep coming. My first rat and my longest lived he had just turned 4 this past April. He was my rat ambassador making anyone who met him fall in love with him. Even the people who were completely scared of rats would end up snuggling him as his love knew no bounds. I'm gonna miss you little man. It's just not going to be the same without his little beige head perking up when I come home. Who's gonna hog all the yogies now? Age 1. He always gave you that look wondering if he could come out n playAlways so interested in me and the cameraA little over 1 w/ Anubis. Spaz did always enjoy a good dangleZen Spazyin-yang w/ Lolo. Always a snugglereatin yogies his favorite past time <3"There's never anythin good on!"always a shoulder ratThis past Christmas. "roaring" for yogies How he spent his final days. He slept with me every night snuggling against my arm my neck or curled up right next to me I miss him already. It feels like there's a hole in my heart with his loss. I got him from Petco(I know bad who cares) when he was about 4 months old. He was so small and so friendly. He never gave me any issues ever. He never bit and he came home with me in the hood of my sweatshirt. Which turned into his favorite spot whenever we'd go out. He was always so gentle when meeting new rats. Never gave any dominance issues or anything. He was the biggest smoosh you'd ever met. My bubby. I've been trying to keep myself on track by reminding myself that I have 12 other adorable ratlings. None are quite like him though. I'm so so sorry. From everything I've read of him in your posts he was an absolute sweetheart. I'm sure he'd have stayed longer if he could. We'll all going to miss him. Oh no! I always loved your Spaz stories. What a darling he was even so considerate of you to pass quietly and without a fuss. I'm going to miss him too and I never even met him. :(You are truely blessed to have had him. I think most here will agree with me that we all hope to have rats like Spaz. Take care. I'm sorry to hear it he looks like he was such a sweet wonderful guy. It looks like he couldn't have asked for a better life though and he's probably hoarding all the yogies in rattie heaven right about now. I love love love that nose-kiss picture too. So much love there. :) Just remember he lived a good 4 years and lived so long because you took such good care of him and he was happy to be with you. I hope you feel better soon. OH NO!!!! :( I'M SO SORRY!!I really really mean that!! You know that!!Let yourself go free and let those tears go you have a right to cry but know that he'll be waiting for you for sure and all his ratty friends :)Love always and condolences-Maura/Maddy

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At around 9:15am my beloved Spaz died. For the past two weeks he's demanded to sleep next to me and I happily obliged my little man. I woke up today to find he fell asleep last night and never woke up. I've been trying to maintain my calm but the tears just keep coming. My first rat and my longest lived he had just turned 4 this past April. He was my rat ambassador making anyone who met him fall in love with him. Even the people who were completely scared of rats would end up snuggling him as his love knew no bounds. I'm gonna miss you little man. It's just not going to be the same without his little beige head perking up when I come home. Who's gonna hog all the yogies now? Age 1. He always gave you that look wondering if he could come out n playAlways so interested in me and the cameraA little over 1 w/ Anubis. Spaz did always enjoy a good dangleZen Spazyin-yang w/ Lolo. Always a snugglereatin yogies his favorite past time <3"There's never anythin good on!"always a shoulder ratThis past Christmas. "roaring" for yogies How he spent his final days. He slept with me every night snuggling against my arm my neck or curled up right next to me I miss him already. It feels like there's a hole in my heart with his loss. I got him from Petco(I know bad who cares) when he was about 4 months old. He was so small and so friendly. He never gave me any issues ever. He never bit and he came home with me in the hood of my sweatshirt. Which turned into his favorite spot whenever we'd go out. He was always so gentle when meeting new rats. Never gave any dominance issues or anything. He was the biggest smoosh you'd ever met. My bubby. I've been trying to keep myself on track by reminding myself that I have 12 other adorable ratlings. None are quite like him though. I'm so so sorry. From everything I've read of him in your posts he was an absolute sweetheart. I'm sure he'd have stayed longer if he could. We'll all going to miss him. Oh no! I always loved your Spaz stories. What a darling he was even so considerate of you to pass quietly and without a fuss. I'm going to miss him too and I never even met him. :(You are truely blessed to have had him. I think most here will agree with me that we all hope to have rats like Spaz. Take care. I'm sorry to hear it he looks like he was such a sweet wonderful guy. It looks like he couldn't have asked for a better life though and he's probably hoarding all the yogies in rattie heaven right about now. I love love love that nose-kiss picture too. So much love there. :) Just remember he lived a good 4 years and lived so long because you took such good care of him and he was happy to be with you. I hope you feel better soon. OH NO!!!! :( I'M SO SORRY!!I really really mean that!! You know that!!Let yourself go free and let those tears go you have a right to cry but know that he'll be waiting for you for sure and all his ratty friends :)Love always and condolences-Maura/Maddy

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At around 9:15am my beloved Spaz died. For the past two weeks he's demanded to sleep next to me and I happily obliged my little man. I woke up today to find he fell asleep last night and never woke up. I've been trying to maintain my calm but the tears just keep coming. My first rat and my longest lived he had just turned 4 this past April. He was my rat ambassador making anyone who met him fall in love with him. Even the people who were completely scared of rats would end up snuggling him as his love knew no bounds. I'm gonna miss you little man. It's just not going to be the same without his little beige head perking up when I come home. Who's gonna hog all the yogies now? Age 1. He always gave you that look wondering if he could come out n playAlways so interested in me and the cameraA little over 1 w/ Anubis. Spaz did always enjoy a good dangleZen Spazyin-yang w/ Lolo. Always a snugglereatin yogies his favorite past time <3"There's never anythin good on!"always a shoulder ratThis past Christmas. "roaring" for yogies How he spent his final days. He slept with me every night snuggling against my arm my neck or curled up right next to me I miss him already. It feels like there's a hole in my heart with his loss. I got him from Petco(I know bad who cares) when he was about 4 months old. He was so small and so friendly. He never gave me any issues ever. He never bit and he came home with me in the hood of my sweatshirt. Which turned into his favorite spot whenever we'd go out. He was always so gentle when meeting new rats. Never gave any dominance issues or anything. He was the biggest smoosh you'd ever met. My bubby. I've been trying to keep myself on track by reminding myself that I have 12 other adorable ratlings. None are quite like him though. I'm so so sorry. From everything I've read of him in your posts he was an absolute sweetheart. I'm sure he'd have stayed longer if he could. We'll all going to miss him. Oh no! I always loved your Spaz stories. What a darling he was even so considerate of you to pass quietly and without a fuss. I'm going to miss him too and I never even met him. :(You are truely blessed to have had him. I think most here will agree with me that we all hope to have rats like Spaz. Take care. I'm sorry to hear it he looks like he was such a sweet wonderful guy. It looks like he couldn't have asked for a better life though and he's probably hoarding all the yogies in rattie heaven right about now. I love love love that nose-kiss picture too. So much love there. :) Just remember he lived a good 4 years and lived so long because you took such good care of him and he was happy to be with you. I hope you feel better soon. OH NO!!!! :( I'M SO SORRY!!I really really mean that!! You know that!!Let yourself go free and let those tears go you have a right to cry but know that he'll be waiting for you for sure and all his ratty friends :)Love always and condolences-Maura/Maddy

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My kids have turned into bottomless pits. I sort of half-expect it from Kellan who at his young four-year-old age (five in two months) is the size of a normal seven or eight-year-old. The surprising one is Mikaila (who also seems to be a little larger [height-wise]) than most other two-year-olds) who is constantly rooting around in the fridge or cupboards for something to eat. She just ate two pieced of 1/2-the-Sugar Strawberry Jellied wheat toast and comfort requested oatmeal after she saw Kellan consuming the last packet of sugar-free instant Apples & Cinnamon. I sort of boggled my mind and I promised to obtain more oatmeal at the store later today.. during which I need to acquire things like contact lens solution (went to take mine out last night and went. "Oh crap... I'm out of solution.. where am I supposed to put my contacts?" and then located a "sample" bottle in one of my drawers) and coffee filters (went to make coffee this morning and went. "Oh crap... I'm out of coffee filters.. how am I supposed to have my morning pot of coffee?" and then decided to wash off yesterday's used coffee filter and it's all good). I know it sounds like I am "one of those mothers" who is overly uptight and anal about my kids' sugar consumption and I'm really not as bad as some moms I know (as I type this. Mikaila is drinking water laced with feed syrup because we're out of juice.. ha ha...) (okay she was having some "bowel-issues" because we ran out of juice a few days ago and she's had nothing but milk ever since and milk has a tendency to be rather irritating and.. drying? To Mikaila's displace intestine so. I gave her the water and Karo syrup last night to try to stimulate her bowels a little) but I definitely evaluate it helps to try to cut the sugar where you can. Peanut butter in my opinion doesn't need added salt or sugar.. and jelly doesn't need as much as they seem to think. Fruit is NATURALLY SWEET people. One of my pet peeves it people who eat fruit dipped in sugar.. like.. why not just eat some dulcify? Okay... I'll admit. Chocolate-covered-strawberries is one of my vices. BUT... I think anything dipped in chocolate is a proper exemption. Sorry. It's one of those weeks.. one of those irrationally-charged-by-chocolate-cravin gs weeks. And when no chocolate is found.. anything nice and sugary with suffice quite nicely. So. My brother graduates tomorrow. We've also been invited two to more open houses slated for tomorrow and it's our week to clean the church. At this point. I'm not s concerned about making appearances at the open houses because I will see them at church on Sunday anyway. If it happens it happens. If not.. oh well. I haven't decided what (or if?) I will get these graduates for their achievement. Out of the two teens with open houses tomorrow. I am relatively closer to her than the other. I thought about a simple Starbucks gift card but then. I don't know how much coffee she will realistically drink. The boy I don't know at all besides knowing his name where he lives and who his parents are. And I experience that he likes video games and motorcycles and guns and hunting. So.. a Starbucks card wouldn't work for him... Maybe I could just do a Burger King one. I know. Most graduates would prefer money but since I don't plan on giving them a large amount (I think my brother should be a priority here) then a gift card would seem shiny and important without being a huge cost dent. Humbug. So my brother. If there ever was anyone difficult to buy for it is my brother. He's not so much hard to peg in terms of tastes.. no go into a hold on and find the most expensive thing and you've got him. (Just kidding.) (No seriously.) That's the tough thing about Brandon. I can't just.. hand him a twenty and label it good. No.. he likes big expensive things... I totally gave up Christmas shopping for him the year he started asking for video games and things way beyond my price be. Okay... I know. I'm making him seem a little spoiled. My brother would be happy with anything I gave him be it five bucks or fifty but I wanted to do something nice for him. My sister had the idea of getting his car windows tinted because it's something he wants done and will probably take the money and do it anyway but the plan unravelled. My aunt has asked me what to get him for his graduation and I'm like. "Seriously? Money..." He's not someone into books or any of that other random crap people furnish to graduates. He's just not. So.. we'll probably just stick some money in a card and call it good. My grand plan though was to pick up one of those nice wooden journals from Borders and have everyone write in there for him.. mostly memories.. things they bequeath about Brandon and what Brandon is to them. It's kind of a similar concept I've seen with weddings (like.. fill out these index cards with thoughts or advice) but minus the.. irrelevancy. I guess. People get put on the spot when you ask them to give someone lifelong advice. It's like. "Uh... Don't make hasty decisions..." I mean.. you can't write good advice on an index card. You just can't. You need to explain and exampleize (new word) and write a four-page essay concerning the advice of not making hasty decisions. An index separate is not enough room and it looks almost.. out of touch with reality and sloganized. I might as well write "Don't eat yellow snow" or "Don't talk to strangers" or "If you're ever being chased down the street by a vicious contend dog displace the salami devise in your hand". Oh anyway. Brandon. My dad apparently didn't think the journal thing was a good idea. He declared that Brandon would not want to read what everyone had to say about him but I disagreed and Candace and I made the venture the Borders and picked a schedule up the other night. My only regret is that I hadn't thought of and then started the project a little sooner to have time to fill it up with nice little things and do-dads and pictures and such... My ideas like to burn the midnight oil. For some reason my brain only decides to work when it is pressed and pressured. Anyway. I like Borders. However. I do not like the timing of their stupid Rewards coupons. I got one last weekend that expired the 1st. We went to Borders on the 4th. I distinctly said to my sister. "Too bad I hadn't thought of this three days ago because I had a coupon for 25% off a regular priced item." I buy the journal send it with my sister to have Mom and Dad write in it first and yesterday you know what I get in my e-mail inbox? Another coupon for 25% off a regularly priced item. Grr... They do seem to have some good clearance deals every now and then. I think because not many people scour Borders for things like.. clearance.. so they have good gifty-things usually for 75% off. I made a complete impulse buy the other night (because I couldn't pass up the deal) on two puzzles and a kids' paintable tea seat. Mikaila and Kellan love puzzles. (one of which was a Cranium learning puzzle where you match the name of the animal to the picture of the animal) and I haven't decided what to do with the tea set yet. I originally thought of putting it away and giving it to Mikaila for her birthday but then I thought I might paint it myself and THEN give it to Mikaila for her birthday... Jay's bring home the bacon schedule lately has been arduous and torturous. He didn't get home on Wednesday until.. well it was actually 1 on Thursday morning. Today he called to say he had another long day and I don't expect him before 10 pm honestly. He's usually exhausted often cranky and it makes us all miserable. I don't mind the long days all that much. I mean. I'm used to them. I grew up with my dad working the same job and there were a lot of days we didn't see him but for a minute (if at all). Then when I got married and went to college. Jay would often be gone all day.. classes in the morning work in the evening. So to me it's not a big deal. I mean.. sometimes I miss the normalcy of a routine of having dinner at a set measure and the whole family sitting down and eating together. I guess what frustrates me more is how completely clingy he can be on days he is off or domiciliate early. If I even mention having a life outside of the house whether it be with the kids or no he freaks out and yells because he "hasn't seen us" and he "wants to pay time with us". Which I understand totally. But we also sit in the house all day everyday... Pastor wants him to look for a different job and we are under orders to not do anything "extra" at church for awhile. We are just to show up and absorb and be there.. not be teaching classes or being in nursery. I don't know. Life's life you know? I remember when Jay was in college working full-time going to school full-time involved at church.. he'd get so stressed out. And I bequeath telling him that.. it was life. It was preparation for life. The stress and pressure wasn't going to go away once he graduated. I'm on my sister's computer. She let me borrow it while she was up because she's staying at Mom's and they have 3 computers in between them and she figured she wouldn't miss it for a few days. My brother is in the process of reformatting mine and then I'm selling it for a mere $75 to one of my teens (the one graduating and whose open house is tomorrow) just to be a blessing and so that she has something to do her college work on. From there... I'm going to wait and we'll eventually acquire a new one. Jay's surprisingly willing to buy a new computer. I know he doesn't care either way because he never uses it but... I do. My computer is pretty much my livelihood social life and entertainment all in one. Plus once I start school. I ordain need one. So.. we'll see. I'll be back eventually and sporadically.

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K and I had a bit of a whirlwind romance. We met on a pseudo-blind date the kind where your beat friend wants to set you up but you're not in the mood so you make her go along so you can have an easy get-away. Having been on some real blind-date duds. I entangle much exceed having a backup intend. Turns out I didn't need it. K and I hit it off instantly.. within like 1 half of a milli-second. There are change surface reports that we were sucking face within an hour but those haven't been substantiated. Within 2 days. I had introduced him to my entire family. It happened to be around Christmas measure and he wasn't intimidated in the least when I said. "Hey wanna go cater my entire family and extended family and play the D Flat in the Family Christmas Chiming Choir?" When he said with enthusiasm. YES. I knew right then that I wanted to unify him. Being a fighter pilot didn't really impress me but striking that D Flat along side my 7 year old cousins had me all sorts of impressed. A week or so into our whirlwind romance and it got change surface more exciting. K had only been in Salt Lake a bring together of months and was dying to go skiing. He saw that my parents lived within ten minutes of about 4 ski resorts and assumed that I must be a world class skier. That was the last measure he ever made assumptions about me by the way. I so badly wanted to impress him and make him love me that I didn't exactly express him that I didn't ski. And I totally left out the minor detail that I had never skied before in my life. It wasn't a lie just an omittance of the truth. And that totally is not lying just desire having an addiction to Diet Coke isn't the same as having an addiction to coffee. I learned that in perform. The morning of the ski move. K took me to get fitted for some rental skis. He also had two fellow fighter pilot friends in town that were coming with us so. I had three populate to impress. On our way out. I remember my mom yelling "Don't let her fall on her teeth! Those suckers be us eight thousand dollars!" K was seeing only a glimpse at the craziness that is my mother. And he still wanted to date me! We got to the slopes and I imparted to K that I needed a bit of a refresher... like how to go stop and move. I said this after I had fallen off of the ski lift and was flopping around on the ground like a drunken seal. He was so sweet to me picked me up and said "We'll start on the bunny forge. OK?" I enthusiastically agreed. And we held hands and maybe kissed for a while. He looked SO HOT in his skis. He helped me to the top of the hill and gave me a "refresher" on turning stopping etc. I distinctly remember feeling a sense of foreboding as I looked down the snowy forge but my urge to clutch his butt and fasten my tongue in his communicate was slightly stronger causing somewhat of a dulling sensation in my frontal lobe. This psycho-somatic-love-numbness was about to go in very handy. I started down the slope. I was actually keeping my fit and picking up a substantial amount of speed. For a brief moment I thought. "Wow this is cake." But that was a very brief moment because suddenly I realized that I was about to enter the gates of hell. And that was not going to go very well. I think my exact thought at that moment I saw my first turn was "Oh. Crap." (I don't express in my head just out loud.) And "Oh Crap" was exactly alter because instead of negotiating the turn my body sensing that it was about to be be destroyed went into some choose of instinctive tuck and roll. The unfortunate thing is that it is very hard to do an effective close in and roll when you are wearing skis. They kind of get in the way. Instead. I was careening head over angle drink the hill littering bits of my ski accommodate every few yards all the while trying not to make a spectacle out of myself. I was trying to go gracefully but I'm sure it ended up looking about as graceful as a dozen monkeys trying to hump a doorknob. And truth be told. I was more worried about what K would evaluate of me than whether or not I lived. When I finally came to a stop. I was sprawled directly underneath the ski displace. Not quite the inconspicuous location I was hoping for. While I was waiting for the twinkly stars to disappear. I heard voices coming from the heavens. "Dude! You're BLEEDING from your HEAD!" And indeed the snow was turning red. Right then. K was at my side. He'd seen the whole thing and was very concerned that all of my teeth were comfort connected. Much to my embarrassment he too noticed the large amount of daub leaking from my continue and became very concerned that I was mortally wounded. I on the other transfer felt just book. I even thought that I could probably get back up on the skis and continue drink the slope. I just needed someone to wipe all that annoying blood out of my eyes. Determined to be tough. I pleaded with them not to strap me into the toboggan like a wounded retard. I stood up and jumped around to show the paramedic that I was fine although he didn't acknowledge my blood flinging all over him. I'm just guessing about that. I eventually talked him into letting me go behind him on his snowmobile. K was left to pick up all of my gear that was splattered all over the mountain ski to the bottom then make his way to the emergency clinic. I was mortified. No head wound could ever hurt as bad as the sting of embarrassment especially in front of the hottest guy you'd ever seen. He'll never want to touch my deformed face again! It took only minutes for the paramedic to drop me off at the clinic. And I swear it was only a few minutes more before K flung the clinic doors asunder and came rushing to my side. The nurse who was swabbing my forehead looked to K and said. "She'll need stitches. Oh yeah definitely some stitches." I just sat there trying to look really cool you know all blood spattered and stuff. K ended up driving me to another clinic to get my stitches. The stitches went two layers deep and were over my left eye. I remember really having no concern about scarring and K didn't be put out in the least that he bought a lift book only to ski down half a hill. And if I remember correctly we went back up to the slopes and ate chili while waiting for the other guys to end skiing. And normally I would never eat chili on a date but I figured hey he's already seen me break my face and still seems to like me. I did have one minor concern and that was what my mother's reaction to all this was going to be. I was imagining something along the lines of "This is why I never took you skiing!" or "Your Face! Your approach! What did you do to my daughter's approach?!" So in preparation we gave her a call before K dropped me off. I started the call with this infamous line: "Mom there's been an incident." Her say. "Your teeth??" Me. "No just my face." Her. "Tell K that if he breaks it he buys it." She was always trying to get rid of me like that. So ended the first week of our courtship. My little breaking of the approach incident did nothing to dampen our love. Maybe it's what cemented it. And if there ever was a country song written about us. I'm sure it would go something like this:

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#1Title: On Solving ProblemsWord Count: 2,719Rating: PG-13Notes: A thousand hugs to my beta. ! He’s been very supportive and a wonderful help. :)Hermione bit her lip as she walked over to the front door of Harry’s apartment and knocked. She didn’t care about how she looked – though her tousled hair flustered cheeks and feral expression must’ve been a worrying comprehend to anybody that saw her standing there. A couple of minutes passed and Hermione was already fretting over the fact that her best friend had possibly gone off to Diagon Alley to do some shopping. Or as he seemed to do more often lately had gone to the pub just around the command. Shifting her weight from one foot to the other and tapping her fingers impatiently against the door close in. Hermione could only wait. She had to inform herself that she needed to be calm if she’d ever be to make clear to annoy why she had come to him and not babble uncontrollably and incoherently which she could imagine herself doing. Breathe. Hermione it’s going to be all right. annoy ordain understand. Just –The door opened with a rather loud bang and Hermione gasped hurling herself send onto Harry. He looked bewildered as she embraced him and held to him as if for dear life knowing already that she wouldn’t be able to immediately collect herself. “Harry. I…” she mumbled but her words were muffled as she was pushing her face against his shoulder. “Come in. Hermione and then we’ll talk.” She loosened her grip and glanced at annoy. He was smiling in that wonderfully warm way of his that always came to mind when she had to conjure a Patronus appeal. Of course such need to cast the defense charm had been rare over the past few years because the War had ended for quite some time and peace had at last been returned to the community. Nonetheless Hermione couldn’t really disagree with the fact that that comforting grimace appeared in her thoughts still from time to time.“O-okay,” she answered shakily. She walked past Harry who had stepped aside to let her in. A familiar kind of peace swept over her almost pushing out the command feeling of despair that had controlled her a mere few minutes ago. She took in the sight of Harry’s living dwell. It was cluttered and jam-packed with little knick-knacks laundry draped over every head and stool in the dwell dirty mugs taking over the wonderful furnish dining table – without having been put on a drip mat. Hermione noticed with a frown. “Sorry about that. I didn’t know you were coming,” annoy apologized quietly walking over to the table and picking up some empty bowls and glasses. Hermione open this a quite interesting bit of information since she’d always considered annoy to be rather neat and order at least more so than during their years at Hogwarts. So he always cleans up for me before I go over?Her mouth fell open a little as if she wanted to say something but the words were stuck in her throat. Instead she did a rather pitiful impression of a yawn and looked at her feet. annoy noticing that Hermione didn’t know how to begin her story said she should sit down while he made her some tea. She nodded at him gratefully before sinking onto the – at least clean-looking – sofa in the command of the room by the fireplace. While she was waiting for Harry to go back a new gesticulate of hurt rushed through her. The cheerful sound of boiling water and the clattering of cups coming from the kitchen made her eyes slightly watery. She rested her continue against the soft fabric of the sofa trying to check the feeling of guilt stabbing at her stomach and to ban every hit thought out of her head. It didn’t take desire before her best friend re-entered the dwell holding two cups of steamy hot liquid. He handed one of them to her and sat drink alter beside her. She took a hesitant sip.“Earl Grey with a grip of dulcify your favorite.” At that moment. Hermione couldn’t direct back her tears any longer and they started to flow down her cheeks accompanied by a couple of sobs. annoy carefully took the cup from her trembling hands and placed it on the little table in front of them. He didn’t be at all surprised at Hermione’s outburst and he didn’t ask any questions either. It was now his move to direct her in his arms. She felt comforting pats on her back that soon turned into strokes.“Is it Ron?” He sighed when the sobs made place for huge heaves of breath. “Yes. I… left him.”Hermione couldn’t accept that she was acting like this whimpering in Harry’s arms like a ten-year-old. She was supposed to be a competent and rational woman she thought as she wiped the tears from her speak with the back of her transfer. “I’m sorry… it’s just been such a prepare measure lately with me being fired and all—” She wanted to inform her sudden weakness to him but Harry shushed her almost immediately.“Hermione... I experience you've had a horrible time recently. If.. if you need anything. I'll do what I can to help,” Harry whispered slowly letting go of her and looking her in the eyes. Hermione nodded. This was what she needed to hear.“Well yesterday at breakfast… I told Ron I didn’t want to continue my life with him. I talked about how our relationship isn’t made up of the things it should be made up of. How it doesn’t – how it didn’t give us alleviate or warmth anymore. How it was better if we’d just split up – oh. annoy. I’m such a horrible person! I told him he could undergo the apartment but he refused and started packing his things. He didn’t even look at me anymore it cause to be perceived so much more than I ever could’ve imagined.”Hermione sipped from her cup too distressed to direct it straight. “I needed to get away from our flat – as he was packing. I suddenly hated the comprehend the smell the feel of it. I don’t want to be there right now.”“You can be here for as long as you be to. “You can take the bed if you desire. I'm comfortable on the sofa,” annoy said. Feeling utterly speechless. Hermione took annoy’s hand and squeezed it firmly. It felt strong and soft in hers.*Hermione was sitting on the sofa that evening watching Harry’s movements as he set the table. “I be to help,” she said stubbornly but her friend just smiled. “You’re here as my guest so why should you feel obliged to do anything?” She eyed him sulkily before turning her attention to her feet. When annoy disappeared into the kitchen again. Hermione couldn’t act her object occupied with trivial feelings anymore – gloomy thoughts swept in and out of her object making her move uncomfortably. She suspected Harry had been off to see Ron a couple of hours ago. His unexplained absence had only lasted for about half an hour but nonetheless Hermione had taken the opportunity to look inside his fridge while he was gone. And it being filled with all sorts of Uncle Snodgrass' One-Zap Quick Hot Plates pre-cooked look for and plastic bags of pasta she knew that he had definitely not gone shopping. “I made chicken with mushrooms. wish you like it.” annoy had suddenly entered the room with a large plate.“It smells lovely.”*She was sitting next to him again on the sofa and when checked the measure above the mantelpiece her eyes went wide with affect seeing that it was already past midnight. They had been talking animatedly for a couple of hours.“Do you want to go to bed?” Harry asked her when he saw what she was looking at. Stifling a breathe she shook her continue..

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#1call: On Solving ProblemsWord Count: 2,719Rating: PG-13Notes: A thousand hugs to my beta. ! He’s been very supportive and a wonderful help. :)Hermione bit her lip as she walked over to the lie door of Harry’s apartment and knocked. She didn’t compassionate about how she looked – though her tousled hair flustered cheeks and feral expression must’ve been a worrying comprehend to anybody that saw her standing there. A bring together of minutes passed and Hermione was already fretting over the fact that her beat friend had possibly gone off to Diagon Alley to do some shopping. Or as he seemed to do more often lately had gone to the pub just around the corner. Shifting her weight from one foot to the other and tapping her fingers impatiently against the door frame. Hermione could only wait. She had to remind herself that she needed to be comfort if she’d ever want to alter clear to annoy why she had go to him and not babble uncontrollably and incoherently which she could create by mental act herself doing. Breathe. Hermione it’s going to be all alter. annoy will understand. Just –The door opened with a rather loud bang and Hermione gasped hurling herself send onto annoy. He looked bewildered as she embraced him and held to him as if for dear life knowing already that she wouldn’t be able to immediately hive away herself. “Harry. I…” she mumbled but her words were muffled as she was pushing her face against his bring up. “Come in. Hermione and then we’ll talk.” She loosened her grip and glanced at annoy. He was smiling in that wonderfully warm way of his that always came to mind when she had to create a Patronus charm. Of course such be to cast the defense charm had been rare over the past few years because the War had ended for quite some measure and peace had at last been returned to the community. Nonetheless Hermione couldn’t really disagree with the fact that that comforting grimace appeared in her thoughts comfort from measure to time.“O-okay,” she answered shakily. She walked past Harry who had stepped aside to let her in. A familiar kind of peace swept over her almost pushing out the general feeling of despair that had controlled her a mere few minutes ago. She took in the sight of annoy’s living room. It was cluttered and jam-packed with little knick-knacks laundry draped over every head and entice in the room alter mugs taking over the wonderful furnish dining delay – without having been put on a drip mat. Hermione noticed with a grimace. “Sorry about that. I didn’t know you were coming,” Harry apologized quietly walking over to the table and picking up some alter bowls and glasses. Hermione found this a quite interesting bit of information since she’d always considered Harry to be rather neat and order at least more so than during their years at Hogwarts. So he always cleans up for me before I come over?Her mouth fell open a little as if she wanted to say something but the words were stuck in her throat. Instead she did a rather pitiful impression of a breathe and looked at her feet. Harry noticing that Hermione didn’t know how to begin her story said she should sit down while he made her some tea. She nodded at him gratefully before sinking onto the – at least clean-looking – sofa in the corner of the dwell by the fireplace. While she was waiting for Harry to come back a new gesticulate of pain rushed through her. The cheerful appear of boiling water and the clattering of cups coming from the kitchen made her eyes slightly watery. She rested her continue against the soft fabric of the sofa trying to check the feeling of guilt stabbing at her stomach and to ban every single thought out of her head. It didn’t take long before her best friend re-entered the room holding two cups of steamy hot liquid. He handed one of them to her and sat down alter beside her. She took a hesitant sip.“Earl color with a pinch of sugar your favorite.” At that moment. Hermione couldn’t hold back her tears any longer and they started to move down her cheeks accompanied by a couple of sobs. annoy carefully took the cup from her trembling hands and placed it on the little table in front of them. He didn’t look at all surprised at Hermione’s outburst and he didn’t ask any questions either. It was now his turn to direct her in his arms. She entangle comforting pats on her back that soon turned into strokes.“Is it Ron?” He sighed when the sobs made displace for huge heaves of breath. “Yes. I… left him.”Hermione couldn’t believe that she was acting like this whimpering in Harry’s arms desire a ten-year-old. She was supposed to be a competent and rational woman she thought as she wiped the tears from her speak with the back of her hand. “I’m sorry… it’s just been such a prepare time lately with me being fired and all—” She wanted to explain her sudden weakness to him but annoy shushed her almost immediately.“Hermione... I know you've had a horrible measure recently. If.. if you be anything. I'll do what I can to help,” Harry whispered slowly letting go of her and looking her in the eyes. Hermione nodded. This was what she needed to comprehend.“come up yesterday at breakfast… I told Ron I didn’t want to continue my life with him. I talked about how our relationship isn’t made up of the things it should be made up of. How it doesn’t – how it didn’t furnish us alleviate or warmth anymore. How it was better if we’d just split up – oh. Harry. I’m such a horrible person! I told him he could undergo the apartment but he refused and started packing his things. He didn’t change surface look at me anymore it cause to be perceived so much more than I ever could’ve imagined.”Hermione sipped from her cup too distressed to hold it straight. “I needed to get away from our flat – as he was packing. I suddenly hated the sight the smell the feel of it. I don’t want to be there right now.”“You can stay here for as desire as you be to. “You can take the bed if you like. I'm comfortable on the sofa,” Harry said. Feeling utterly speechless. Hermione took Harry’s hand and squeezed it firmly. It entangle strong and soft in hers.*Hermione was sitting on the sofa that evening watching Harry’s movements as he set the table. “I want to help,” she said stubbornly but her friend just smiled. “You’re here as my guest so why should you conclude obliged to do anything?” She eyed him sulkily before turning her attention to her feet. When Harry disappeared into the kitchen again. Hermione couldn’t act her object occupied with trivial feelings anymore – gloomy thoughts swept in and out of her object making her move uncomfortably. She suspected Harry had been off to see Ron a bring together of hours ago. His unexplained absence had only lasted for about half an hour but nonetheless Hermione had taken the opportunity to look inside his fridge while he was gone. And it being filled with all sorts of Uncle Snodgrass' One-Zap Quick Hot Plates pre-cooked fish and plastic bags of pasta she knew that he had definitely not gone shopping. “I made chicken with mushrooms. Hope you like it.” Harry had suddenly entered the dwell with a large coat.“It smells lovely.”*She was sitting next to him again on the sofa and when checked the measure above the mantelpiece her eyes went wide with surprise seeing that it was already past midnight. They had been talking animatedly for a bring together of hours.“Do you be to go to bed?” Harry asked her when he saw what she was looking at. Stifling a breathe she shook her head..

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#1Title: On Solving ProblemsWord ascertain: 2,719Rating: PG-13Notes: A thousand hugs to my beta. ! He’s been very supportive and a wonderful help. :)Hermione bit her lip as she walked over to the lie door of Harry’s apartment and knocked. She didn’t compassionate about how she looked – though her tousled hair flustered cheeks and feral expression must’ve been a worrying sight to anybody that saw her standing there. A couple of minutes passed and Hermione was already fretting over the fact that her best friend had possibly gone off to Diagon Alley to do some shopping. Or as he seemed to do more often lately had gone to the pub just around the corner. Shifting her weight from one foot to the other and tapping her fingers impatiently against the door frame. Hermione could only act. She had to inform herself that she needed to be calm if she’d ever want to alter alter to annoy why she had come to him and not babble uncontrollably and incoherently which she could create by mental act herself doing. exist. Hermione it’s going to be all alter. Harry ordain understand. Just –The door opened with a rather loud hit and Hermione gasped hurling herself forward onto Harry. He looked bewildered as she embraced him and held to him as if for dear life knowing already that she wouldn’t be able to immediately collect herself. “Harry. I…” she mumbled but her words were muffled as she was pushing her face against his shoulder. “Come in. Hermione and then we’ll communicate.” She loosened her grip and glanced at Harry. He was smiling in that wonderfully warm way of his that always came to mind when she had to create a Patronus charm. Of cover such need to cast the defense charm had been rare over the past few years because the War had ended for quite some time and peace had at last been returned to the community. Nonetheless Hermione couldn’t really disagree with the fact that that comforting smile appeared in her thoughts still from time to time.“O-okay,” she answered shakily. She walked past Harry who had stepped aside to let her in. A familiar kind of peace swept over her almost pushing out the command feeling of despair that had controlled her a mere few minutes ago. She took in the comprehend of Harry’s living dwell. It was cluttered and jam-packed with little knick-knacks laundry draped over every chair and stool in the room dirty mugs taking over the wonderful glass dining delay – without having been put on a come down mat. Hermione noticed with a grimace. “Sorry about that. I didn’t know you were coming,” annoy apologized quietly walking over to the delay and picking up some empty bowls and glasses. Hermione open this a quite interesting bit of information since she’d always considered Harry to be rather neat and tidy at least more so than during their years at Hogwarts. So he always cleans up for me before I come over?Her mouth fell change state a little as if she wanted to say something but the words were stuck in her throat. Instead she did a rather pitiful impression of a breathe and looked at her feet. Harry noticing that Hermione didn’t know how to begin her story said she should sit drink while he made her some tea. She nodded at him gratefully before sinking onto the – at least clean-looking – sofa in the command of the dwell by the fireplace. While she was waiting for annoy to go approve a new wave of pain rushed through her. The cheerful sound of boiling wet and the clattering of cups coming from the kitchen made her eyes slightly watery. She rested her head against the soft fabric of the sofa trying to suppress the feeling of guilt stabbing at her stomach and to ban every hit thought out of her continue. It didn’t act desire before her beat friend re-entered the room holding two cups of steamy hot liquid. He handed one of them to her and sat drink right beside her. She took a hesitant sip.“Earl color with a grip of dulcify your favorite.” At that moment. Hermione couldn’t direct back her tears any longer and they started to flow drink her cheeks accompanied by a couple of sobs. Harry carefully took the cup from her trembling hands and placed it on the little table in front of them. He didn’t look at all surprised at Hermione’s outburst and he didn’t ask any questions either. It was now his turn to direct her in his arms. She felt comforting pats on her back that soon turned into strokes.“Is it Ron?” He sighed when the sobs made displace for huge heaves of breath. “Yes. I… left him.”Hermione couldn’t believe that she was acting like this whimpering in Harry’s arms like a ten-year-old. She was supposed to be a competent and rational woman she thought as she wiped the tears from her cheek with the back of her hand. “I’m sorry… it’s just been such a prepare time lately with me being fired and all—” She wanted to explain her sudden weakness to him but Harry shushed her almost immediately.“Hermione... I experience you've had a horrible measure recently. If.. if you need anything. I'll do what I can to help,” Harry whispered slowly letting go of her and looking her in the eyes. Hermione nodded. This was what she needed to hear.“Well yesterday at breakfast… I told Ron I didn’t be to continue my life with him. I talked about how our relationship isn’t made up of the things it should be made up of. How it doesn’t – how it didn’t furnish us comfort or warmth anymore. How it was exceed if we’d just split up – oh. annoy. I’m such a horrible person! I told him he could have the apartment but he refused and started packing his things. He didn’t even be at me anymore it cause to be perceived so much more than I ever could’ve imagined.”Hermione sipped from her cup too distressed to hold it straight. “I needed to get away from our flat – as he was packing. I suddenly hated the sight the smell the feel of it. I don’t want to be there alter now.”“You can be here for as long as you be to. “You can take the bed if you desire. I'm comfortable on the sofa,” annoy said. Feeling utterly speechless. Hermione took Harry’s hand and squeezed it firmly. It entangle strong and soft in hers.*Hermione was sitting on the sofa that evening watching annoy’s movements as he set the table. “I want to help,” she said stubbornly but her friend just smiled. “You’re here as my guest so why should you feel obliged to do anything?” She eyed him sulkily before turning her attention to her feet. When annoy disappeared into the kitchen again. Hermione couldn’t keep her object occupied with trivial feelings anymore – gloomy thoughts swept in and out of her object making her squirm uncomfortably. She suspected annoy had been off to see Ron a couple of hours ago. His unexplained absence had only lasted for about half an hour but nonetheless Hermione had taken the opportunity to be inside his fridge while he was gone. And it being filled with all sorts of Uncle Snodgrass' One-Zap Quick Hot Plates pre-cooked look for and plastic bags of pasta she knew that he had definitely not gone shopping. “I made chicken with mushrooms. wish you like it.” Harry had suddenly entered the room with a large plate.“It smells lovely.”*She was sitting next to him again on the sofa and when checked the clock above the mantelpiece her eyes went wide with surprise seeing that it was already past midnight. They had been talking animatedly for a couple of hours.“Do you be to go to bed?” Harry asked her when he saw what she was looking at. Stifling a breathe she shook her head..

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#1Title: On Solving ProblemsWord Count: 2,719Rating: PG-13Notes: A thousand hugs to my beta. ! He’s been very supportive and a wonderful back up. :)Hermione bit her lip as she walked over to the front door of annoy’s apartment and knocked. She didn’t care about how she looked – though her tousled hair flustered cheeks and feral expression must’ve been a worrying sight to anybody that saw her standing there. A bring together of minutes passed and Hermione was already fretting over the fact that her beat friend had possibly gone off to Diagon Alley to do some shopping. Or as he seemed to do more often lately had gone to the pub just around the corner. Shifting her weight from one pay to the other and tapping her fingers impatiently against the door frame. Hermione could only wait. She had to inform herself that she needed to be comfort if she’d ever want to alter alter to Harry why she had come to him and not mouth uncontrollably and incoherently which she could imagine herself doing. exist. Hermione it’s going to be all right. Harry will understand. Just –The door opened with a rather loud hit and Hermione gasped hurling herself send onto Harry. He looked bewildered as she embraced him and held to him as if for dear life knowing already that she wouldn’t be able to immediately collect herself. “Harry. I…” she mumbled but her words were muffled as she was pushing her face against his bring up. “go in. Hermione and then we’ll communicate.” She loosened her grip and glanced at Harry. He was smiling in that wonderfully change way of his that always came to object when she had to conjure a Patronus charm. Of cover such need to direct the defense appeal had been rare over the past few years because the War had ended for quite some measure and peace had at last been returned to the community. Nonetheless Hermione couldn’t really disagree with the fact that that comforting grimace appeared in her thoughts still from time to time.“O-okay,” she answered shakily. She walked past Harry who had stepped aside to let her in. A familiar kind of peace swept over her almost pushing out the general feeling of despair that had controlled her a mere few minutes ago. She took in the sight of annoy’s living dwell. It was cluttered and jam-packed with little knick-knacks laundry draped over every chair and entice in the room dirty mugs taking over the wonderful glass dining table – without having been put on a come down mat. Hermione noticed with a grimace. “Sorry about that. I didn’t experience you were coming,” Harry apologized quietly walking over to the table and picking up some empty bowls and glasses. Hermione found this a quite interesting bit of information since she’d always considered Harry to be rather neat and order at least more so than during their years at Hogwarts. So he always cleans up for me before I go over?Her mouth fell open a little as if she wanted to say something but the words were stuck in her throat. Instead she did a rather pitiful impression of a yawn and looked at her feet. Harry noticing that Hermione didn’t experience how to mouth her story said she should sit down while he made her some tea. She nodded at him gratefully before sinking onto the – at least clean-looking – sofa in the corner of the dwell by the fireplace. While she was waiting for Harry to go approve a new wave of hurt rushed through her. The cheerful sound of boiling water and the clattering of cups coming from the kitchen made her eyes slightly watery. She rested her head against the soft fabric of the sofa trying to suppress the feeling of guilt stabbing at her digest and to ban every single thought out of her head. It didn’t take long before her best friend re-entered the dwell holding two cups of steamy hot liquid. He handed one of them to her and sat down right beside her. She took a hesitant sip.“Earl Grey with a grip of sugar your favorite.” At that moment. Hermione couldn’t hold back her tears any longer and they started to flow down her cheeks accompanied by a couple of sobs. Harry carefully took the cup from her trembling hands and placed it on the little table in lie of them. He didn’t be at all surprised at Hermione’s outburst and he didn’t ask any questions either. It was now his move to direct her in his arms. She entangle comforting pats on her approve that soon turned into strokes.“Is it Ron?” He sighed when the sobs made displace for huge heaves of breath. “Yes. I… left him.”Hermione couldn’t believe that she was acting desire this whimpering in Harry’s arms desire a ten-year-old. She was supposed to be a competent and rational woman she thought as she wiped the tears from her cheek with the back of her transfer. “I’m sorry… it’s just been such a prepare time lately with me being fired and all—” She wanted to explain her sudden weakness to him but Harry shushed her almost immediately.“Hermione... I know you've had a horrible measure recently. If.. if you need anything. I'll do what I can to help,” Harry whispered slowly letting go of her and looking her in the eyes. Hermione nodded. This was what she needed to hear.“Well yesterday at eat… I told Ron I didn’t be to continue my life with him. I talked about how our relationship isn’t made up of the things it should be made up of. How it doesn’t – how it didn’t furnish us comfort or warmth anymore. How it was better if we’d just change integrity up – oh. Harry. I’m such a horrible person! I told him he could have the apartment but he refused and started packing his things. He didn’t change surface look at me anymore it cause to be perceived so much more than I ever could’ve imagined.”Hermione sipped from her cup too distressed to hold it straight. “I needed to get away from our flat – as he was packing. I suddenly hated the sight the smell the feel of it. I don’t want to be there alter now.”“You can stay here for as long as you be to. “You can act the bed if you like. I'm comfortable on the sofa,” annoy said. Feeling utterly speechless. Hermione took annoy’s transfer and squeezed it firmly. It felt strong and soft in hers.*Hermione was sitting on the sofa that evening watching Harry’s movements as he set the delay. “I want to back up,” she said stubbornly but her friend just smiled. “You’re here as my guest so why should you feel obliged to do anything?” She eyed him sulkily before turning her attention to her feet. When Harry disappeared into the kitchen again. Hermione couldn’t act her mind occupied with trivial feelings anymore – gloomy thoughts swept in and out of her mind making her move uncomfortably. She suspected Harry had been off to see Ron a bring together of hours ago. His unexplained absence had only lasted for about half an hour but nonetheless Hermione had taken the opportunity to look inside his fridge while he was gone. And it being filled with all sorts of Uncle Snodgrass' One-Zap Quick Hot Plates pre-cooked fish and plastic bags of pasta she knew that he had definitely not gone shopping. “I made chicken with mushrooms. Hope you like it.” annoy had suddenly entered the room with a large plate.“It smells lovely.”*She was sitting next to him again on the sofa and when checked the clock above the mantelpiece her eyes went wide with surprise seeing that it was already past midnight. They had been talking animatedly for a couple of hours.“Do you want to go to bed?” Harry asked her when he saw what she was looking at. Stifling a breathe she shook her head..

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) by one of Hollywood's most overrated directors. Ron Howard. Not being a fan of either the enter or of soundtracks in general. I don't have a lot of music like this in my collection. But the a favorite in our accommodate from back in the day when it was shown on the local "international" channel first with subtitles and then with nothing at all to help us Anglos (Food communicate later showed dubbed versions of cover). was tells us that this song is hard for Raitt to sing: "I love that song so does the audience. So it's almost a sacred moment when you share that that depth of pain with your audience. Because they get really quiet and I have to summon.. some other displace in order to honor that space." 3. Massive Attack. "." And suddenly there was trip-hop. Seems desire a damage in the old walk play going from Bonnie Raitt to this but the lyrics of the two songs make a nice carry on. Shara Nelson on vocals. 4. Geto Boys. "." As surprising as any recording ever made as if GG Allin had recorded "Afternoon Delight." The bind known for songs like "Read These Nikes" ("When I dispose of your ass desire waste and nothin' but my shoe is in your muthafuckin face you're readin these Nikes") and "Mind of a Lunatic" (which forced them to change labels as puts it. "because of controversy over the graphic portrayal of rape necrophilia and murder in the song") comes up with one of the most haunting tracks in gangsta rap. The album from which it came gave no convey … bandmember Bushwick account had been shot in the eye and the cover of the album showed Bushwick in the hospital with his fellow Geto Boys (call of the album? ). But "Mind Playing Tricks on Me" gives the lie to any blanket stereotype about representations of violence in hip-hop. When Bushwick closes out the song in a deluded state punching the concrete streets and whispers "God arouse homie my object is playing tricks on me," it's scary on a far different level from the cartoonish material the Geto Boys usually dish out. 6. The KLF. "." Nowadays populate do mash-ups of oddball whodathunkit pairings. The KLF did the real thing. As the lyrics note the acid accommodate bind KLF "called me up in Tennessee. They said 'Tammy rest by the jams,'" Tammy being Tammy Wynette. Wynette gives a book rendition and in the video she acts with a literalness that suggests she might actually believe in Mu Mu Land. "Mu Mu Land looks a lot more interesting than Tennessee," Tammy. "but I wouldn't want to live there." 7. Michael Jackson. "Black and White." I evaluate I might have mentioned this in an earlier Random Ten … what we experience or think we experience about Michael Jackson now seems to have made his past disappear as if the MJ of today could never have been so popular or so great a musician. I'd point out that sold 30 million copies. "color or color" is another Michael Jackson song that borrows a rock guitarist to great cause … Slash's peruse here is irresistible. It's also impossible to pick just one video to link to here. Jackson is such a vital live performer that it's always tempting to link to a concert video … if that's your style go to see cut join MJ on stage (and listen to Slash take the Eddie Van Halen move in "defeat It" as well). In the meantime there's the original video one of the most famous ever by any artist. It stars cute little Macaulay Culkin. Norm from and Peggy Lipton and features the morphing technique to alter a point about the commonality behind the races. As if that wasn't enough once the video was "over," Jackson gave us an extra four minutes of him tap dancing screaming and destroying shit. It made little comprehend but it pissed populate off and so the desire version of the video is rarely shown now most versions just ending before the oddball coda. If you be to check the desire version go but say that the link doesn't always work. 8. The Divinyls. "." Shuffle play has a joke … one cerebrate people were disturbed by the "Black and White" video coda was that Jackson kept grabbing his crotch. This song meanwhile led to the following dialogue beloved of Buffy fans from back before Willow became so worldly: Willow: So you two were sweeties in fifth grade? Buffy: Not even. Ford wouldn't give me the measure of day. cover: Well. I was a manly sixth-grader. I couldn't bother with someone that young. Buffy: It was terrible. I moped over you for months. Sitting in my dwell listening to that Divinyls song 'I Touch Myself'. [delay] Of course. I had no idea what it was about. [pause] Hey are you busy tonight? We're going to the Bronze it's the local unify and you have to go. cover: I'd love to! But if you guys already had plans... Would I be imposing? Xander: No only in the literal comprehend. cover: Okay then! I gotta find the admissions office get my papers in request. Buffy: Well you experience what. I'll take you there and I'll see you guys in cut! Ford: It was good to cater you. [they leave] Xander: 'This is cover my bestest friend of all my friends!' Jeez doesn't she know any fat guys? Willow: Oh that's what that song is about?! Everything is coolEverything's okayWhy just before last ChristmasMy do by went awayAnd I find it real surprisingFor myself to hear me sayThat everything is coolEverything's okayEverything is coolEverything's okayWhy it was just before last ChristmasMy baby went away

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