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Two Souls: Into the Fire … # 235

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Two Souls: Into the Fire … # 235

Warning…adult content

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE

# 235

warning…adult content

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Linda and Lisa were concerned, but weren’t sure what was wrong. Steve hadn’t told Linda everything about Ghost’s trouble, when he lived here with Maxey. He’d just told her that he had been here in L. A. and sang in a band with a real psycho. He didn’t elaborate at the time.

Ghost was now directing Bill to turn down another street. “There’s the coffee shop, Steve…the very one. He pointed to it. Then, a little further along, they drove by a small house, and Ghost was beginning to hyperventilate.

“That’s where I lived…that’s where…oh, God, Steve…” He couldn’t look away, even as tears were falling.

“Ghost, it’s in the past, he won’t hurt you again.” Steve tried to reassure him. “Bill, get us out of here,” he said.

They drove out of the neighborhood, and back to the business section of the area. Bill pulled into the steak house’s parking lot. “What is going on? Are we still going in, or what?” he asked.

Linda could see how upset Ghost was. “Are you ok…what’s the deal with that house?”

“That’s the house I escaped from,” Ghost said. “He hurt me real bad in there, and I was drugged and couldn’t get away for a long time. Then he almost killed me, and I barely got out, and…and…” he couldn’t go on talking about it.

Steve was holding Ghost close, even as he was getting angrier. Then it dawned on him. Ghost had been here needing help, and was so, so close to where Linda lived, the whole time. If they’d only known.

Ghost seemed to have calmed down, now that he’d gotten his story partly told. “I’m ok, Steve. It was just seeing this again, ya know…all that I remember, but like you said, it’s past ago…a long time.” He sighed, and sat up. “It’s ok…we can go in, I think. I think I been in here before, too. The food is good, and I’m hungry. He wiped his face, trying to smile.

“Well, ok, if you’re sure. I mean we can go to another place, no problem,” Bill said.

No, it’s ok,” Ghost said. They all got out and went inside the restaurant.

It was a nice place…a bit more fancy than a fast food place, but not terribly expensive. They were seated in a large corner booth. Linda reminded Stevie and Mandy to be on their best behavior. They said they understood, but she wasn’t sure how long that would last, so she hoped this wouldn’t take too long.

The waiter took their orders, and when he went to turn it into the kitchen, he commented to his fellow co-workers. “That’s him…I know it…take a look out there,” he said. “Oh, hey…I forgot, I have a picture on my phone, still. I took it at that concert I went to…the best one I ever saw.” He pulled up the pictures. “Yep, look…that’s him, the singer…and I heard he just disappeared after that…never heard from again,” the waiter told the others.

The co-workers agreed it was the same person in the picture, as was here in the restaurant. “You know, Maxey was looking for him for so long. I talked to him a few times in the coffee shop…got his number right here, too. Should I try and call him? I mean, I don’t know him, really, but I heard he got into some serious trouble back east.” He looked around at the other waiters. “Hell, I’m calling. It may not even be his number anymore, anyway.” He dialed, hearing it ring several times. He was about to hang up, when someone came on the line.

“Hello, who is this?” the person asked.

“Um, we met a few times at the coffee shop…is this Maxey? The guy that plays there sometimes?”

“Yeah, what’d’ya want?”

“Well, that blond singer you had back then…the one that disappeared…he’s sitting right here in the restaurant…the steak house, right down from the coffee shop,” the waiter said.

“What? For real?”

“Yeah, him and some other people. They just ordered…guess they’ll be here awhile.”

“Oh, my God…is there a dark haired guy with him…kinda curly hair?”

“Let me see,” the waiter said, going over to peek out the service door. “Yeah, he’s there, and looks like a family with a couple of little kids.”

“Ok, ok…shit…that’s his asshole boyfriend. Hey, try to keep them there as long as you can. I’m coming over there, ok?”

“Ok, sure, but we can’t have any trouble in the restaurant, understand? I just wanted to let you know.”

“Yeah, I know…I just want to see for myself…and thanks, Dude.” He hung up.

Raising his eyebrows, the waiter said. “Well, he’s coming over here. Try to keep that singer here as long as you can, ok?” They agreed to try.

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At the table, everyone had their drinks, and were talking and waiting for the steaks to be brought out. Ghost wasn’t saying much, and even the kids couldn’t get him to smile.

“Steve, he’s coming. I can tell…and it won’t be long,” Ghost said. “I want outta here.” He started getting up from his chair, but Steve grabbed his hand, pulling him back down.

“Settle down, it’ll be ok,” Steve said. “If he shows up, we’ll deal with it, and I’ll call the cops, ’cause he’s wanted in two states.”

Just then, the food was served, and the others started eating. Ghost couldn’t even look at his steak, he was so agitated, wildly scanning around the room, and jumping, every time the door opened. The others hadn’t noticed anything going on, yet, as they were helping the kids with their food, and continuing their conversation.

Then, Ghost gasped, staring at the person who’d just walked in…Maxey.

Maxey stood there, looking over the room, taking only seconds before he locked eyes with Ghost. Ghost heard his thoughts as clear as if he’d spoken aloud… “Hah, there you are, you little bastard, let’s see ya get away this time. There’s no Hicksville sheriff gonna come to your rescue here.” He strode over to the table.

“Let’s go, we got business to do,” he said, scowling at Ghost.

“Fuck you, man,” Steve said, standing up. “Ghost isn’t going anywhere with you.”

Ghost stood up, too. “Leave me alone, Maxey. We ain’t got business with you, anymore.”

“Get outta my face, punk,” Maxey said to Steve, then grabbing Ghost’s wrist, he jerked him toward him.

Steve drew back, punching Maxey square in the face, breaking his nose, knocking Maxey out cold. “I hope I killed you, you son-of-a-bitch,” he yelled, trying to hit him again.

Ghost knew he had to restrain Steve, or he would kill Maxey. He grabbed his arm. “That’s enough, Steve.”

Steve knew it was, but wanted to keep on. As it was, the restaurant was in chaos. Maxey had fallen into another diner’s table, crashing everything to the floor. Blood was pouring over his face, and people were screaming. Bill joined Ghost in trying to talk Steve down from his anger.

Linda and Lisa scrambled to get the kids away, and they all ran into the restroom. They were crying, scared of what they’d already seen. “It’ll be ok, kids,” Linda said, trying to ease their fears.

“But, Steve hit that man. Is he dead?” Stevie asked.

“No, he’s not dead…just knocked out. He has a broken nose, but he’ll be ok…don’t worry.”

Lisa was holding Mandy, who was hiding her face in Lisa’s shoulder. They stayed in there for a little while, waiting for some kind of order out in the main room. “What was that all about?” Lisa asked.

“I’m not sure,” Linda said. “I think that guy wanted Ghost to come with him, and Steve got mad. I’m definitely going to find out, though.”

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Out in the restaurant, people were either leaving, or standing in shock, waiting to see what would happen next. The manager had called the police, and the sirens from them, and the ambulance could be heard, as they approached. Maxey was now coming around. When the policemen entered, Steve was hollering.

“Take him in…he’s a fugitive…arrest him…” Finally, the cops were able to understand, and called in for a record check and outstanding warrants on Maxey. They knew then, that they’d captured a criminal, and they handcuffed him. The EMT’s did some minor first aid, then loaded Maxey into the ambulance. The cop went along, too, as he was ordered to not let Maxey out of his sight.

Steve would not be charged with assault, right now…only if Maxey pressed charges. As they left, Ghost collapsed in the chair, and put his head down on his arms, on the table. He sobbed, feeling that it was finally over. Steve knelt down and talked to Ghost in a low voice. Ghost nodded, saying he understood.

Bill said, “Mister, you’ve got a lot of explaining to do…both of you. Now, I’m getting the girls, and the kids, and we’re going home. Straighten yourselves up before I get back. The kids are already scared enough.” He went over to the restrooms, to let them know it was over.

Ghost raised up his head, and looked across the way…right into the face of the waiter. He knew he’d been the one that had called Maxey. If looks could kill, the waiter would be dead from the evil eye Ghost gave him.

“Let it go, man…nothing good will come of putting a curse on that asshole,” Steve said.

Ghost nodded, and looked away, but the waiter could feel the waves of negative energy Ghost had sent his way. He scuttled back into the kitchen.

The manager was making ‘who’s gonna pay for all the damages noises,’ and Steve threw some money on the table…more than enough to cover it all. He saw Bill, Lisa, Linda, and the kids come out, so he helped Ghost up, meeting them at the door. They all left. The kids had been told not to ask questions, just yet, and so, the short ride home was deathly quiet.

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Next part coming soon!

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Thanks for visiting! Peace }i{

© 2017 BS

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This is a work of “fan fiction” based on the novel, “Lost Souls” by Poppy Z. Brite. All credit for the original characters, places, and some backstory mentions, belong to Ms. Brite and her publishing affiliates. Only newly introduced characters, places, and original elements of this story are entirely from my imagination. Character descriptions are a blend of the original book descriptions and my interpretation of them.

All songs included in this work will be solely owned by the original performers/writers and will be credited. Creative liscense is taken in including them in this story.

No harm is intended toward author, musicians, or people and situations to whom there may be a resemblance.

warning      warning      warning      warning

The content herein is rated by me as being at the high end of MA (Mature Audience). It includes strong language, violence, sexual themes, including same sex pairings, religious themes, and fantasy horror.

Mushroom – Daily Post & NanoPoblano – Day 17

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Mushroom – Daily Post & NanoPoblano – Day 17 

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https://cheerpeppers.wordpress.com/2016/09/07/why-blog-everyday-in-november/

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/mushroom/

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Today is a combo of challenges – the NanoPoblano, and the Daily Post. The prompt word for the DP is mushroom.

Is this a mushroom or a toadstool? I have no idea, but we found it growing in our yard a long time ago.

Some say they are the same thing, but I did read that they are not the same. In either case, I wouldn’t recommend you eating a random yard ‘shroom. You never know what might happen. You could be fine with a tasty meal with mushrooms, you could be in for a wild, halucinogenic trip, or you could die. It’s not worth taking a chance.

I like mushrooms, at least the ones I buy at the store, or order in a restaurant. They are good cooked, and also raw. Here’s how I cook them: rinse a little to get the dirt off, slice, put in pan with squeezed lemon juice, and butter, then cover and simmer on very low heat for a little while (they will shrink). I use mushrooms in recipes and on pizza, too.

Here’s a few I grabbed out of a fairy garden I made. These ones are cute. I think I read that real red ones with white spots are deadly, though.

Anyway, that’s all I’ve got for today about mushrooms. 🙂

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Thanks for visiting! Peace }i{

© 2017 BS

Would You Rather? – NanoPoblano – Day 16

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NanoPoblano – Day 16

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https://cheerpeppers.wordpress.com/2016/09/07/why-blog-everyday-in-november/

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It’s time for another ‘Would You Rather’ question! 🙂

Here’s the question from the game card:

Would you rather…Get lost in the woods with a knife and no food – Or – lost with 4 cans of Spam (lunch meat), but no knife?

Here’s my answer:

I would take the 4 cans of Spam. I like Spam, and we eat it quite often. The can comes with a pull-tab to open it, so why would you need a knife?

Actually, I had a Spam sandwich yesterday. The pull-tab broke off before I could get the can open, but it isn’t that hard to get it open, anyway. If you were in the woods and this happened, just find a stick or a rock, and you can pry the lid off.

I don’t know what I’d do with a knife in the woods, anyway. I wouldn’t be killing anything, or cutting plants to eat. It would be my luck to get ahold of something poison!

How about you?

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Thanks for visiting! Peace }i{

© 2017 BS

Honk – NanoPoblano – Day 15

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Honk – NanoPoblano – Day 15 

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https://cheerpeppers.wordpress.com/2016/09/07/why-blog-everyday-in-november/

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/honk/

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Combining NanoPoblano and the Daily Post prompt, which is the word ‘honk’.

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The geese are back!

Every fall about this time in November, the Canadian Geese return to our city. We live by a playa lake, and thousands of the geese descend to the water and field right by our house. They are wonderful to watch, but they are so loud! They are always honking. They honk and mutter while resting, and they honk while flying low over the house. I don’t know the reason for all the honking, but I suppose it serves some purpose. It gets so loud it covers the sound of the TV.

They will be here all the way up until spring comes next year. We miss them when they go back north for the summer.

Honk!

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Thanks for visiting! Peace }i{

© 2017 BS

Two Souls: Into the Fire … # 234

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Two Souls: Into the Fire … # 234

Warning…adult content

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE

# 234

warning…adult content

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Steve took the map into the bedroom, where it was quiet, to study the route from L. A. to Missing Mile. He knew it would be a long, tiring journey, but still, better than flying again.

Linda, Lisa, and Bill directed the movers to what needed to be loaded, and quicker than they thought, they’d packed it all up and left…on their way to North Carolina. The three of them collapsed, in the living room, for a few minutes.

“Well, that wasn’t so bad,” Bill said. “I sure wouldn’t want their job, though…too much heavy lifting.” They all laughed, because his job wasn’t much easier, just a different kind.

“Ok, now all I have to do is pack the rest of our clothes, and the kids things, and it’ll be done,” Linda said. She got up to go check on Ghost and the kids. Looking out the back door, then going on outside, she saw that they were all laying on a quilt, under the big backyard tree.

She could hear Ghost singing songs to her children, and they were listening with full attention, and trying to hum along. For some reason this brought tears to her eyes. Ghost kept singing, but he knew she was there, and waved her over. She reached the quilt, and lay down, too, gazing up into the cool, green branches of the tree. It was a sweet interlude she knew would stay in her memory forever.

After a couple more songs, Ghost began telling stories. He let the kids suggest ideas that he’d weave into a fairy-tale like picture of words. Linda felt herself transported to the scenes he was imagining, right along with Stevie and Mandy. She forgot for a bit all her worries. Feeling herself almost falling asleep, she sat up. The little ones had already gone to sleep…it was nap time. She took Ghost’s hand. “Thank you…” she said, and returned to the house.

Looking in on Steve, to see how he was getting on with the mapping, she saw that he’d gone to sleep, too. The map was neatly folded, as if he was finished. Lisa and Bill had retreated to their bedroom, and she could hear them talking in low voices.

She walked through her house, remembering all the good times she’d had here. The only sounds were the humming of the air-conditioner, and the clunk of ice dropping into the bin in the freezer. In the kids room, she finished packing their things, and then did the same in her own room, leaving out only the essentials to be used on the trip.

Looking out the back door, to check on the kids again, she saw they were still napping, and Ghost was sitting up, writing in his journal, as always. Back in the living room, she leaned back on the couch, propping up her feet on the coffee table, hoping for a little cat nap. The little puppy came and snuggled beside her.

After about an hour, Lisa and Bill came out to see where everyone was. It was late afternoon, and Bill suggested they all go out to eat for supper, and for Linda’s last night here.

“Should we wake everyone up?” Lisa asked.

“Give it another half hour, maybe,” Bill said. “If no one is up, then, yeah, wake ’em up.”

They made a pot of coffee, and waited. Linda was the first one awake. She came into the kitchen to pour herself a cup of it. Looking out back, she saw that the kids were awake now, too. Ghost seemed to be telling another story.

“Hey, sis, we’ve decided we’d all go out to eat in a little while. Does that sound good to you?” Lisa asked.

“Sure, why not. Give me time to freshen up, and get the kids ready, and we’ll be ready to go. Where are we going?”

“I’m leaning toward a big, juicy steak,” Bill said.

“Mmm, that does sound good. Are you thinking of that place down the road?”

“Yes, we had that once before. I remember it was good,” Lisa said.

“Ok, I’m rounding up the munchkins…won’t take us long.” She went out to get them. “Hey, y’all, we need to get ready…Bill is taking us all out to eat steak,” she said.

“Yeah, I can eat that,” Stevie said.

“Me, too,” Mandy agreed.

“Ok, then, run inside and wash up a bit. I layed out fresh clothes on your beds,” Linda said. They both ran inside. “Come on, Ghost, let’s go get ready.” She held out her hand, helping him up. “You’re so good with them. I appreciate it.”

Ghost shrugged. “They’re fun. I have fun telling them stories.”

“Do you write them down in your notebook?”

“Sometimes…mostly they’re just made up ones and are different every time.”

As they went in the house, she mentioned that Steve was still asleep. “Go wake him up. We’ll be leaving for the restaurant soon.” She went to help the kids get ready.

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Ghost went into the bedroom to wake Steve. Smiling, he lay next to him. It was usually the other way around…Steve usually had to wake him up. He leaned close, softly kissing Steve’s lips. “Wake up…” he whispered. Steve stirred, but didn’t wake up. “Wake up…” Ghost said a little louder. He smoothed Steve’s hair from his forehead, and kissed him again, nudging his lips open, touching his tongue to Steve’s. Steve responded, as he came fully awake.

“Mmm, Ghost, you taste so good,” he said. “Come here, I want more.” They kissed again, then Ghost said, “We can’t right now…they’re waiting on us to get ready and go.”

“Go…where?” Steve asked.

“Out to eat steak in a few minutes,” Ghost said.

“Ahh, but I’d rather have you,” Steve said, grinning.

“I know…”

“Yeah, but guess we gotta go, huh?” Steve asked, as he got up from the bed.

Ghost nodded, getting up too. They washed up, and changed clothes, but took their time doing it. They had a few minutes to play around, and in between kisses, they managed to get ready. Steve brushed Ghost’s long hair, smoothing it down his back. It still had a couple of thin braids in among the strands, that Mandy had put in, and he left those.

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Everyone was finally ready to go, so they piled into Lisa and Bill’s van. It had plenty of room, as she sometimes used it to take her students on field trips along with parent volunteers. The drive would only take about twenty minutes, in afternoon traffic, and as they rode along, the kids played with a couple of toys they had brought along. Lisa and Linda were chattering and pointing out things for Steve and Ghost to look at. Turning up another street, almost to the steak house, Ghost leaned forward, looking out the window.

“Wait…where are we going?” he asked. Bill told him the name of the steak restaurant.

“No…it can’t be…I mean, yes it is,” Ghost said, looking agitated, now.

“Huh…what are you talking about,” Steve asked.

Ghost was still staring out the window, his eyes wide. “I’ve been here before…that eatin’ place…and…this whole street…I know it.” He looked scared. “Steve, what if…”

“Ghost, just calm down,” Steve said. “He’s not here…not when he’s wanted by the law.” He tried to convince Ghost, and himself, too. Ghost just shook his head.

“I know he’s somewhere close by…I can feel it, Steve. I want to go home.”

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Next part coming soon!

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Thanks for visiting! Peace }i{

© 2017 BS

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This is a work of “fan fiction” based on the novel, “Lost Souls” by Poppy Z. Brite. All credit for the original characters, places, and some backstory mentions, belong to Ms. Brite and her publishing affiliates. Only newly introduced characters, places, and original elements of this story are entirely from my imagination. Character descriptions are a blend of the original book descriptions and my interpretation of them.

All songs included in this work will be solely owned by the original performers/writers and will be credited. Creative liscense is taken in including them in this story.

No harm is intended toward author, musicians, or people and situations to whom there may be a resemblance.

warning      warning      warning      warning

The content herein is rated by me as being at the high end of MA (Mature Audience). It includes strong language, violence, sexual themes, including same sex pairings, religious themes, and fantasy horror.

Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge – Letter M x 2

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Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge – Letter M x 2 

Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: Letter M – Needs to have 2 M’s anywhere in the word

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We were to find things that have 2 Ms in the word.

  • Mushroom
  • Mushrooms in a can
  • Memories (2 of my charm bracelets)
  • Memorial angel at a grave site
  • Mausoleum in a grave yard

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Thanks for visiting! Peace }i{

© 2017 BS

Jalapeno Dip Flip – NanoPoblano – Day 14

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Jalapeno Dip Flip – NanoPoblano – Day 14

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https://cheerpeppers.wordpress.com/2016/09/07/why-blog-everyday-in-november/

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The third true story of my misadventures with Mexican food, I’ve named…

JALAPENO DIP FLIP

This time, my daughter and I were at a restaurant. We’d just finished a great Mexican food meal, which included a unique dip to have with the tortilla chips…a creamy jalapeno concoction, that is very good.

We were sitting at our table, the place was crowded and noisy, with people talking and cool music playing. The waiter came bustling by to ask if we needed anything else, and to take away our empty dishes. He stacked up an armload, and just as he turns to leave, all the dishes he was holding, toppled over…onto my daughter.

The plates and bowls were mostly empty, but there was some of the jalapeno dip left, and it went splashing everywhere. It was on the table, the floor, and all over my daughter, from head to toe…in her long hair, on her clothes, and on her sandaled feet.  We grabbed what few napkins were there, to try and wipe it all off. The waiter was all apologetic, trying to help wipe her off, then ran to get more napkins.

We did the best we could, then paid for the meal and left. Maybe we should have been compensated for the meal after that? The waiter did offer to pay for any dry-cleaning, though.

Now, back at the car, we were laughing about the incident, calling it the ‘Jalapeno Dip Flip’. We still had places we had to go, and so we did, even smelling like jalapenos. I don’t know if everywhere we went, the smell was noticeable. If people did notice, they didn’t mention it.

Now, whenever we have Mexican food, we are on high alert for weird disasters to happen. 🙂

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Thanks for visiting! Peace }i{

© 2017 BS