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Definitely not the Avengers.
I hate international bureaucratic nonsense. It feels like any time you disagree with the USA, they automatically revert to acting like the bully on the playground. I think I'm going to break open that Malbec I've been saving.
You Are a Democratic Leader
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Sigh. Conservatives won the majority. Looking at the voting map reminds me of why I never did move back to Alberta.
Jean-Paul, I cannot believe you didn't vote Bloc. By the way, I want you up here tomorrow. We need to talk.
You Are Loved
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Northstar. Aurora.
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TM prompt #358: Abnormal
Red hair appears in people with two copies of a recessive gene on chromosome 16 which causes a mutation in the MC1R protein. They say that one to two percent of the human population has red hair. The percentage is apparently highest in Scotland, with 13% of the island being natural gingers ( Read more... ) -
#355: What socially acceptable practice do you disapprove of?
I'm not sure if smoking is considered socially acceptable or not anymore. I suppose it really depends on where you are; not long ago I was in Vancouver visiting the campus Walter teaches at, and every store in the west end had an unobtrusive sign reminding people that they must be three metres away from doorways if they wish to smoke. Then again, I ( Read more... ) -
TM Prompt #351: What haven't you started?
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“You have absolutely got to be shitting me.”
Even in the dark, Heather turned her face away, her cheeks ablaze with a deep blush. “No.”
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Aurora dragged me to a...
I don't even know how else to say it. A place with... uhm. Men who take their clothes off.
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TM Prompt #347: Where are you going?
[tm_aurora used with permission.]She'd paused outside the building to rummage through her purse for her sunglasses; coming into the light from Alpha Headquarters after an exhaustive briefing, Heather felt much like some ocean-bottom fish being hauled up through the depths, blinded and about to explode from the pressure ( Read more... )
