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2023.04.01 09:38 BuyWonderful My sister, Ava.

It was raining when she came. Dark skies had threatened a downpour all day, claps of thunder intermittent but the rain itself had held off until nightfall, until after we had gotten home, tucked into pj's and sheltered from the storm.
Hearing the door chime didn't surprise me, but it should have. My home is not central to anything. You need to travel dirt tracks and winding roads. Unless you know where you're going, I'm very hard to find. I wasn't expecting anyone, but still I rose from where I'd been sitting on the couch, trying to unwind after a long day. I wasn't psychic or anything, but I had a peculiar feeling all day that something wasn't right and hearing the knocking had cemented that for me.
She was dressed in a green sundress, sandals, a very strange sight considering the weather. And as the wind and rain danced violently around her, whipping her long, wet, dark hair around in every which direction, she simply looked possessed, like a crazy person. But still, I didn't flinch. Instead I opened the door, taking a step back to allow her inside. She glared at me as she stepped inside, dripping water onto the wooden floorboards, and making squelching noises with every step she took. "I'm not here to play games, Thomas. Where is he? Where is my son?"
For a moment, I'd had hope. Despite how she had arrived, despite the look in her eyes. I took a long breath, trying to compose myself, to keep my voice from breaking as I told her the news she had never been able to accept. "Ava, your son's gone, he's in heaven now. You.. You killed him."
The rage in her eyes broke me, sending shivers down my neck. She screamed like a wild animal caught in a trap, running to find the first thing she could grab hold of - my glass coffee table - and lift it and throw it as hard, and as far as she could against the wall. We were silent, breathless, as we listened to the glass shatter into a million pieces.
I'd never been close to my sister. She had been born years after me, after my mother had passed away and dad remarried, I was 15 when Ava came into the world. I remember holding her awkwardly, feeling something between love and contempt for this scrunched up, pink skinned and blue eyed little human.
I was moved out, living my own life by the time she learnt to ride a bike, by the time she started school. I saw them occasionally, holidays like Christmas and we would make awkward conversation over the phone on birthdays, but as time passed it was like they all were strangers to me, we had nothing in common, my dad and my step mum were busy with teenager Ava, and I was busy trying to start a family of my own. Life just got busy, I guess.
When I got the phone call saying dad and my step mum had been killed in a car crash, I was devastated. I kicked myself for not spending more time with them, and then my thoughts went to my sister, to Ava, 16 years old and now, all alone. I got on the phone and told her I was on my way to her, ready to help my little sister in any way I could. I realised I was about to become a guardian of a teenage girl who I basically knew nothing about, a teenage girl who was grieving the death of the only family she had ever known.
I needn't have been so rush in my decision to jump in the car, by the time I arrived it was clear that Ava was basically fine. It had been less than 24 hours since her parents death, but she was sipping on a daiquiri by the pool when I arrived. I cried to her and she held my hand in cold disdain. I never saw a tear.
It was only a mere few weeks later that I got another call, this time from a worried neighbor. The police tape cautioned off the childhood house I grew up in, a dozen or so officers roamed the yard and trailed in and out of the house, bringing out bags marked as 'Evidence'.
I wasn't sure what was going on. I knew dad and my step mum had been killed in a car accident, I wasn't sure if it was protocol to search the home of a deceased accident victim, I had no idea. So when I eventually saw little Ava sat in the back of one of the patrol cars, my heart dropped into my stomach.
I went over to the car to talk to her. To ask her what the heck was going on, but before I can get a word out, a beefy officer is standing between me and the car, his arm outstretched in a stop signal. "Sorry, I just wanted to talk to my sister. This is my parents house and -" The cop looked incredulous, shaking his head slowly then quicker with every word I spoke. He didn't respond to me in anyway once I finished talking, just started me in the eyes as he took his walkie talkie off his belt, and spoke into it. He asked for his boss, Stat.
I'm lead into a cop car myself. Although I'm not arrested, or cuffed, I still feel anxious getting inside. I wonder how scared Ava must be, and the thought makes me mad. Why the hell are they interviewing us in the back of a damn cop car? I fired my question at the Sargent and the cop in the front seat, and watched as they passed a look between themselves.
"I'm sorry no one's explained the situation to you, sir. Your sister isn't being interviewed. She has been arrested, and once the boys have finished up with the evidece bags, she'll be heading down to lock up. She is being charger with murder, so if you have a lawyer, how will probably be the time to get in contact." "Mm-murder? What are you talking about? I was told my parents had been killed in a car accident and now you're telling me my little sister had something to do with their death?"
"Sorry, sir. I should have been more clear. You're correct, your father and his wife were killed in a motor vichele aciident. This is relating to something... Ah, someone else, entirely. Now I need to ask you a few questions while we've got you here, if we aren't done by the time the others are ready to leave, we can continue this down at the station. That okay?" I nod numbly, not taking in what they're saying. The first question he asks me, is if I knew my 16 year old sister had been pregnant. I look out the window and catch Ava's eye. She smiles and waves at me, and even though I feel sick to the stomach, I plaster on a fake smile and wave back, as well.
Now, in this moment, I make Ava tea. She has showered, now warm and dressed in one of my old dressing towns. She cries as she sips the tea, saying she's sorry she's sorry she's sorry. She didn't do it. She didn't do it. She didn't do it. I give her a look of comfort and tell her it's okay, it's all going to be okay. She eats the lemon biscuit I brought out with the tea, between mouthfulls she tells me about living in the psychiatric ward, about how the people there scared her and the medicine she took made her feel sleepy and dull.
She asks me if she can stay here for a while, and I tell her of course she can. She's my little sister and I love her, no matter what. I tuck her into the spare bed, telling her things we be better in the morning, but she's already snoring by the time I finish my sentance. I close the door, sliding the lock behind me. As I prepare the evenings snack, I am feeling relived. I knew Ava wouldn't be having a great time in that place, but whenever I called up to see how she was going, she would only ever say things were fine, opting to always end our conversation before the allocated time was up.
I could hear the sadness in her voice, the desperation to get out, and it broke me. I would offer to come visit, bring her anything she felt like but she said with the contraband ban, there was no point. She never felt like having a visitor, refusing my requests and when I asked the nurses about it, they told me she spent most of her time staring off into space, they couldn't force her to accept visits, and that was that.
She would be out when she turned 23, after serving the 7 year sentence for the manslaughter of her newborn. Everyone said she was lucky to not get jail, but after hearing her voice in the psychiatric ward, I wasn't so sure I agreed.
Now she's here, out of that awful place. I'm going to really take care of her, something I should have done all those years ago. I'm her big brother after all, and it's up to me to make sure she's looked after. I go down stairs, this time carefully carrying a tray, with warm milk and few of the infamous lemon biscuits.
Karl is sitting up cross legged in his race car bed, concentration vivid on his little face as he plays a game on his Xbox. A moment later he let's out a little whoop, and I can't help but to smile at his excitement. "Kicking everyone's butts still, I see." Karl laughs at my comment, blushing but pleased. I can tell he's chuffed, and it makes me happy seeing his genuine joy.
I place the tray on his desk, and sit next to him to watch him play for a while. He offers me the controller and asks if I want to have a turn? I shake my head, and thank him, telling him its time for this old man to be getting to bed. He grins at me when I call myself an old man, and shakes his head laughing as he calls me silly.
"Milk and biscuits here when you're ready. Remember, lights out in an hour. I love you, son." "Okay, thanks dad. I love you, too."
As I walk out of his room, I ponder for a moment, wondering and hoping it wasnt, if it was possible he had heard any of that commotion upstairs, but eyes still glued to the screen, Karl seemed as happy as ever and basically impervious to anything apart from the car racing game he was playing.
It was me who'd asked her to babysit. Begged her, really. Told her how much Jennie and I had been fighting, how hard the baby was on our relationship. She said she really wanted to help her big brother out and she even said it would be a welcome distraction from the finals she was studying for. No mention of the parents she had recently lost.
She told me she felt a bit nervous about it all, but she felt it would be good for her, as well. I agreed. We organised a time for an evening a night away, and that was that, my plan was in motion. Done all over HiddentextApp of course, so there was no trace of our conversation.
It was all the rage with the kids these days, according to Google, so when I suggested it to my sister, she hadn't batted an eyelid. I knew she had been having trouble sleeping, and honestly, for the both of us, it seemed like the easiest way.
There would be no one to blame, it would be a simple, cruel act of nature that no one would even consider questioning. She could of said it was an accident, and everyone would have believed her. I didn't think she would do what she did. I asked her if she was still okay to babysit, feigning guilt and worry, and she had nodded. Our fathers and her mother's death had not seemed to greatly affect her. She seemed bored of talk of them. "A distraction would be great." I thanked her with a close, tight hug, and told her I'd brewed her some green tea and made a batch of an old recipe my mum used to make me while I was growing up, lemon biscuits.
Once Ava was settled on my couch, Netflix on the tv, with her snacks and mug of green tea. She had baby monitor on hand so she was ready to hear the cries that would never come. I expected silence when I got home. I expected Ava, sleeping peacefully, still on the couch where she had first sat down.
But she wasn't. And the house was not silent, instead the sound of an electric saw penetrated the halls. Maybe the shock of losing both parents, perhaps she felt bad for the fact they were out on the roads that night, they would have been safely tucked up in their bed if it had not been for their teenage daughter needing to be picked up. I don't know, seeing the baby like that.. Well, I guess that honestly would've broken anyone's soul.
At the start, I tried to explain to her, calmly and using soft voices, but she was beyond contemplating my words. It was as if what I was saying to her, she just simply could not comprehend. I tried to stop her, honestly I did, but she was a force that could not be reckoned with and truly, Ava had basically already finished when I arrived home.
The walls were painted red. My hacksaw now lay disgauardrd to one side of Ava, who was just as red as the walls. I didn't notice the noise had ceased. All I could hear was the hammering of my own heart in my chest. She cradled something white and rubbery to her chest, blood making it slippery to keep hold of, and once I realised what it was, I'm throwing up and crying and screaming as well.
When I catch my breath I ask what the fuck she has done and she tells me it's her son, her son, her son. She loves him. She loves him to pieces and she's never going to leave him. She was fixing him. Fixing him. Fixing him. She laughs and smiles. I take her home, with what's left of the baby wrapped up in a towel. She holds the towel as we drive, singing to it, cooing.
The scene is stuck in my memory, a picture I have tried hard to forget, but it greets me every time I close my eyes. I sit in the car and watch as she cradles the bundle in one arm, still singing softly to it, and let's her self inside my empty, parentless childhood home.
Now she is back, and this time she is a threat to my family. To my son, who can never ever know what this woman has done. She's still sleeping when I go back into the spare bedroom.
I am not surprised, because I did give her enough sleeping pills in her green tea to knock out a grown man. But, I had no choice really. If only she stayed away..I sigh to myself as I place the pillow over the top of her head. She could have started her life all over again. But no, she couldn't. As a good big brother, it was my responsibility to help her, in whatever way that meant.
I knew she would never accept that her son was dead or that she had been the one to kill and dismember him. I knew her life would be a constant battle of heart break and pain. I was doing her a favor. And keeping my family safe, as well.
It's almost daylight when I return home. I am straight into the shower, dressing quickly for my day before I head into the kitchen and get started on Karl's favorite breakfast - banana pancakes with maple bacon on the side.
He beams as I pass him his plate and thanks me for being the best daddy in the whole world. It's always the moments like this that I feel a pang of guilt. I wonder if his brother would have the same opinion, had he still been around. In my mind I picture the two of them, identical twins, sat side by side with me at the table.
Would Rory had liked maple bacon? I ruffle Karl's hair as he finishes eating, telling him he better get a move on if he doesnt want to miss his bus again, and he laughs and goes to get dressed for school. Before he left, he flashed me a grin and crinkled his green eyes with happiness. I think of last night, of Ava, those same green eyes staring up at me in panic when she woke up, managing to push the pillow off her.
She glared at me, opening her mouth to scream, or maybe ask me why, but I placed the pillow back in place and leaned down before she could speak. Her eyes were open when I eventually took the pillow off again, this time the green eyes were bloodshot and vacant,staring at nothing. The exact same eyes I had seen on Rory when I walked into the twins bedroom to check on him. He was blue, his eyes that blazed green were open, unblinking. I stared at him for a long time, until Karl's crys woke me up, brought me back to reality. I took Karl down for his bottle, placing a blanket on his brother, who was cold to the touch. I knew it was too late. I knew it didn't matter anymore. But to me, it would always matter.
I was a good dad, really I was. I had wanted to be a dad for so long, that when I heard my baby sister was pregnant at 15 years old, I felt sick with anger and disappointed. But my dad and step mum had pleaded for me to take the babies, to raise them. Ava didn't want them, she wanted to get rid of them, but it was too late in the pregnancy.
They told me Ava had her whole life ahead of her. They told me I could have what I had always wanted, to be a dad. We didn't have to tell anyone. It would be a family secret. Just better for everyone that way, my dad had said. So I agreed.
I had never wanted to hurt Ava. I had given her sleeping pills so she wouldn't go searching for her son. So she could simply fall asleep, and I'd come home later that evening, and together we would discover the absolute heart breaking news that baby Rory had passed away in his sleep. Which is what had happened, just a few hours before.
She had questioned why their would only be one baby to look after, but when I explained that Karl had been a bit under the weather and we wanted to keep a close eye on him, she didn't give it another thought. She never even asked why Jennie wasn't around, given we were supposedly heading off for a mini getaway sans one child.
I hadn't told anyone we'd separated, after she decided having kids just wasn't for her. I felt guilty, but not too guilty. Ava had given the babies away without another thought, not even bothering to check in on them or ask how they were growing. I didn't think it would truly affect her so much. And so.. Badly.
But in a fucked up way, it all worked out in the end, I guess.
Karl was safe then, because the girl that was his mother had truly lost her mind and she was kept away in a place she couldn't reach him, even thought it seemed as if she had completely forgotten of his existence, I always had the idea in my head that she would one day remember there had been two bright green eyed boys, not just the one.
And what if she wanted her other son back, as well? I've kept him safe, unlike I was able to do for his brother. And I wasn't about to start letting someone mess with the sweet natured and gentle boy I'd raised.
I saw things in Ava that made me realise I had never known her, only knew what I thought she was, what I wanted to her to be, the sweet, sweet little sister. Instead, my sibling had been a devil in disguise. As we leave the house, ready to make our trekk to the school bus stop, I glance at the window at the fresh mound of dirt thats waiting to be spread when I get back.
Karl notices it, and asks if he can plant some roses there when he gets home. I tell him that's a wonderful idea, wondering if and how he could possibly know that flowers were Ava's favorite flower.
I shake the idea from my head, and together we walk down the dirt roads, hand in hand.
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2023.04.01 07:21 hyphyphyp Looking for a timed light.

I'm having trouble finding what I'm looking for; Google is flooding me with partial matches. I want a light (battery is best, but corded is ok) that is about night light brightness, and when turned on (preferably with a button press) it stays on for a set time ( maybe 5 min) and then shuts off (even better if it dims out). My new room is basicly pitch black as os the hallway and I just need to see for a minute to get to my bed at night. Any ideas for what to search for?
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2023.04.01 06:13 Beloved_Daevga Heating Problems/Melted Tamiya Connector

First time posting here but unsure how to continue, so let me give you the rundown.
I got an hk416A5 and my compression system shit the bed, so I thought well what better time to do a few upgrades and I got a bit ahead of myself. I had a local tech work on my stuff because I was new to all this and didn't have the confidence for it and honestly I'd let him fix it if he wasn't an hour away and I had the money to have him fix it but I don't so I am feeling more confident after learning some stuff and gonna try it myself.
I was out on the field and the gun just stopped cycling and was no longer recognizing that a battery was to be plugged in and it wouldn't cycle on any battery I plugged in. I checked the app and it gave the 103 error. Okay cool I can troubleshoot this myself. Do a little research determine there is a problem with either the sector gear and the sensor seeing that a cycle happened. Now correct me if I'm wrong but I think I could have solved the issue by just running the cycle calibration via the app, but everywhere I read didn't mention that and I kind of deduced it myself. Anyways, I cracked her open and just kind of reset everything and put her back together and then did the cycle calibration and voila! She was shooting and performing back to normal, however I did tighten everything up and read somewhere it could be a motor problem too. I have her working again which is great, but now she is running really hot and I am wondering if its normal semi or full auto heat combo but I deduce it is not because my Tamiya connectors actually melted together. After doing some reading I deducing I'll be switching to deans soon but I'd like to know if there is some other problem I am unaware of going on at the moment. The tech did shim everything and I didn't mess with that but I did tighten up my motor position I believe. I'm a little hesitant to test again so I don't wreck my batteries and melt more connectors..
*Edit* Anything helps I'm trying to get her sorted out before Sunday to play at the field. Thanks!
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2023.04.01 06:05 smishNelson [Kinda Gross] Question about undigested concerta tablet when using the toilet

Hi all, hope you can help here with this issue. Started on Concerta recently but been ill and in bed so I've delayed taking it. I'm two days in and not noticing anything really.
However when I went to the toilet in the middle of the night, I noticed the undigested pill had come out. I (with toilet roll of course, felt the tablet and was able to squeeze out what was inside.
I took the tablet this morning around 8/8:30ish. Had about 750ml of water within an hour of taking it, ate a late breakfast of scrambled eggs at 11am then went to the toilet and discovered this at 5am the following morning.
I can't find much on this subject, usually it's all related to dihorrea as a result of medication. It's the Alza 27mg grey capsule. Hope someone can shed light on this
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2023.04.01 05:59 TitaniumTadpole Transferred 120 seedlings today to be planted May 1st!

Transferred 120 seedlings today to be planted May 1st!
I have a small flower garden and large-ish vegetable garden (only the latter pictured) prepped and ready for planting, the largest amount of real-estate I've ever had to garden! I'm using a long disused bed at my workplace, and this is the first garden I've had in years. Since moving to the west I've only lived in apartments with little access to gardens. I even have a worm compost bin up and doing really well. I'm just really excited for this season.
I have 4 of each of the flowers shown above. I'm particularly excited about the marigold and dianthus; both varieties were selected for high scent. I also have some sweet pea "high scent" already sewn in the flower bed.
I don't have a photo of seed packets for the crops sewn so I'll list them here: a tomatillo of unknown variety, black crim tomatoes, cafram chili pepper, red & green orach, and Minnesota midget cantelope. I already have malaga and French breakfast radishes sewn in the garden, as well as some fennel as an experiment. I'm impatiently waiting for them all to come up.
I suspect deer are going to make themselves a nuisance, but at least I have a garden again.
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2023.04.01 05:57 YakCommercial9942 PropertySex Canadian Tourist visits American Bed and Breakfast

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2023.04.01 05:44 Kind-Ad-3058 An encounter I had in an apartment

I used to live at an apartment a few years back. That apartment once you entered felt so heavy and dark, even if you opened the windows it still felt like there was no light coming in. Well there were many things I witnessed, first thing right off the bat was that you could hear a baby crying in the hallway bathroom even when you would walk in the cries wouldn’t stop. My mom used to pour holy water every 3 months in the toilet since we found out that the holy water kept the baby silent for 3 months and once you started to hear the baby whining we knew that it was time again to pour holy water. Other times I would be in the living room and hear all the dishes fall and break but once I would take a look there were no broken dishes. Another time I was sleeping and I woke up to the feeling of someone staring at me. And then I felt someone sit right on the edge of my bed but I couldn’t move to take a look until I felt that what ever it was left. There were also times when toys would just start making noises even when they didn’t have batteries.
But yea that’s all when I was in that apartment. But I still had more stuff happen to me at other houses I used to live in. If y’all want me to post more let me know
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2023.04.01 05:30 thrwAwyHome AITA for yelling at my husband after he put me on blast in front of his parents?

So I (39F) just had spinal surgery. I have some pretty serious restrictions during recovery. The big ones are that I can't lift anything over 10 lbs and I can't bend over for the next month.
My husband(40m)'s parents(~70) came cross country to help us take care of our kids(4.5 yo & 10 mo) while I'm healing. We don't have any friends or family nearby and the inlaws are available. My MIL can be really helpful but she's also really spacey and dismissive of our household "rules"
Typically I prefer to have a few days with MIL to show her the ropes before handing things over. And even after "initiation" I still find her feeding my son cake for breakfast or letting him use permanent markers over the carpet so I keep an eye on her.
Well, this time I am not able to do that so I asked my husband to take off the first few days post surgery to help me with stuff I need and to ease his mom into things with the kids. I'm also really tired of being the "bad guy" with MIL and would really prefer it if he could do more of the limit setting. He knows this.
Today, day 2 post-op, I am able to be up a bit more and each time I find my husband is no where to be found while MIL is doing all the work with baby and 4yo is running wild. Anyway, I went to lay down and rest. I was down for maybe 20 min and all I hear is the baby crying. So I get out of bed to see what's up. MIL is trying to soothe the teething baby by... Tossing her into the air and yelling WOO! into her face really loudly? And my husband is playing video games in the basement... Again. So I go down and tell him that the baby has been crying for a while. I reminded him that he's supposed to be in charge of helping his parents take care of the kids, that he should be upstairs with them. He got upset that I was pulling him away from his video game and I told him he could do what he wanted after the baby went to bed in an hour.
So he comes upstairs. Between when I went down to talk to him and when we came upstairs MIL gave the baby a teething ring and baby calmed down. My husband turns to me, right in front of his mom and says "Well it looks like she's calm now." I shoot him dagger eyes trying to cut him off. But he continued "And she doesn't SEEM like she's been crying for half an hour."
Now I'm pissed. I tell him we need to chat in the bedroom. I lost it. I was yelling at him pretty loudly, asking him why he would put me on the spot like that? That I was trying to be discrete and had explained to him what I wanted from him while we were alone. I yelled that I was pissed because... he was taking his anger out on me because I took him away from his video game to care for the baby... And he got petty making me look like an asshole in front of his mom. That I'm supposed to be in bed but I'm having to micromanage a husband who thinks he's on vacay now that Mom is here to take care of everything. So? AITA?
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2023.04.01 05:28 rufiothewolf I have a strange condition

I have a critical electrolyte deficiency, and a very high metabolism. That means i need to be very careful with my diet or something bad will happen.
It first happened in michigan, i was the captain of the soccer team in college i worked really hard for it. I was doing some pre-season training and very much so overdoing it. Im talking gym at 6 am, steam, breakfast, 9-11 am practice, lunch, gym, 5-7pm practice, then back to the gym. I was going for a bout 2 weeks (not counting weekends) until the Thursday of the second week i vomited in the 9-11am practice and had to be taken home (it was hot as fuck). When i got home i thought i was having regular muscle cramps so i was like “ok lemme take a hot epsom bath” ( as you can see ive mentioned nothing about replenishing my fluids) when i got in the bath trying to relax.. long story short my body began to charlie horse, every muscle in my face, legs, finger, throat, everything. I was fucking screaming, my housemates came in had 0 clue what to do. I couldnt speak words all i could do was yell through my closed mouth because everything but my heart and diaphragm was contracting to a point that i had never felt before.
Im in the tub looking up at my best friends crying, and screaming because they dont know what to do, no one called an ambulance or police for reasons i’l keep disclosed (of which was dumb because i really could’ve died). Eventually my friend got a valium that knocked my out. But…i dont remember after that. One of my friends was a nurse and he and many others said i simply flatlined after that. They put me in bed and had no clue what to do because they thought i was dead. I woke up Sunday night in a puddle of sweat.
This shit still happens to me when i dont watch myself, i’l legit die slow, it happened today at work. Idk this is really fucking with my head.
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2023.04.01 05:19 mrmarvel616 freaking love, man. jeez.

for the sake of this story, let’s call her M. i’m 20, she’s 21.
i met M exactly a year and a week ago. i remember the night we met like it was last night. we met at our school, which has two campuses. one in new york, and one in los angeles. M was a transfer student along with some other friends i met, we’ll call them C and Z.
it was february 20th, it was the seventh episode of the second season of “euphoria”.
i had a really bad best friend/roommate issue at the time, so bad as to realizing that they had been lying to me about a death that “fundamentally shook them”, and they were really my only friend at the school. so i was obviously having a rough time.
let me set the scene:
the walls are paper thin, euphoria has just ended for me. i’ve got no one to talk about this. so i’m just chilling.
then i hear three women scream in the room next to me… and the faint roar of “i need a hero.”
could these be my new euphoria friends?
i leapt up, went over to the neighbors, and knocked.
a few seconds went by, and i hear the door unlock.
the chain lock was still on.
and from the darkness, emerged M.
when i tell you that i crumbled immediately.
she pushed her face in between the crack of the door and smiled at me.
“hiiiii”, she said.
she had brown hair, shaggy, almost like ally sheedy in the breakfast club. an easy laugh, freckles line her glowin eyes, it’s like she was chiseled from marble. i would have fallen in love with her in any situation, in any universe.
i introduce myself, i meet the three.
m’s from tennessee, c’s from washington, z’s from florida.
i invite the three to my room for a euphoria after-show discussion. the conversation lasts until the wee hours of the morning.
i immediately become connected to these women, these vivacious, beautiful, warm, and caring women.
this sets off the best three months of my life. they become the best friends i’ve ever had.
but with M, i just… felt full. i never felt judged for who i was, i felt like there was a reason for me to get up every day. M and i would just hang out, her and me. we’d sit in my bed, watching a movie, hanging out, making grilled cheese when we didn’t know what to eat. we’d go out for quick bodega runs, get a joint and inexplicably find ourselves outside, getting delightfully blitzed. i didn’t care what we were doing, i was with her. i felt a sense of oneness with her.
i knew she was my person. i still do.
i was the happiest man on earth for three months.
the four of us were inseparable. i’d also hang with C and Z separately, too… but not like M. it was always just a different vibe.
now, this is all in retrospect, but being autistic? you remember shit. really well.
in my many nights of wondering, the signs were there. especially physically.
we’d do the triangle thing to each other, you know, that look from one eye, to the other, and then to the lips. when i really thought back, she went crazy with the triangle thing, but you know what?
i was too dumb and cautious.
so i never let myself act upon the urge to divulge how i felt. i still haven’t.
now, it’s early to mid-may. almost the end of the semester, and my best friends are leaving me in the first week of june.
i am bereft at the thought of them leaving.
i am devastated that M’s going to be a country away.
one night, M doesn’t reply to a text of mine. hey, no biggie.
then she doesn’t show up to school. and i’m confused.
i bump into C, and i’m informed that she’s somewhere in new jersey with a hookup. now, i immediately confront why i feel like i’ve been stabbed.
“why would i care about a decision she made on her own? like, why am i so emotional? why am i jealous?”
i quietly seethe. she returns, she doesn’t really like him, says he only likes to do things he likes.
i get a second of relief, but i’m still reeling from it. i’m almost ashamed of how i felt.
i decided to just bury these feelings into the pits of my would because maybe deep down, she doesn’t love me that way.
and i had to be okay with that so i didn’t hurt myself.
memorial day weekend rolls around, i thought i’d invite the three over to my childhood home a state away. get out of the city for a weekend.
M’s already got plans with a friend in the state over from mine, so i just invite C and Z.
one night, i go over to return something one of them forgot in my room. i shoot her a text, she says to be quiet when i come in, C’s sleeping.
i go in, and she’s crying. a lot. and i am concerned.
“i’m okay, i just am having a hard time with the idea of leaving soon. i know i’m really going to miss you too.”
we tearfully have a conversation before i am pointed out of the room by a groggy C. we laugh, and go to our beds.
in the week leading up to this trip, C starts making moves on me, getting real flirty.
now, i’m desperate in this situation, so i’ll take any love i can get.. stupid, but human.
we get to my home friday night, we hang out, and we three drink. a lot.
midnight? 2am, who knows.
C and i are laying down, she inches closer to me, and whats next is private.
couple of days later, we begin dating. i’m happy. i guess.
it’s the first week of june now. first C leaves, then Z, and then M.
and then i’m all alone.
C and i begin a long distance relationship, it’s good for a little bit before she just decided to ignore me. she’d leave me on read, and when she’d reply, it’d be the laziest response/a vague complaint about her day. i felt like an emotional doormat. i broke up with her three months later. i wasted my love and my time.
i was love bombed and it has messed with me. i’ve only come to terms with all of this recently.
during all that, i keep consistent contact with M and Z.
i learned C wasn’t very good to M as a friend and a roommate, and i just felt guilty for not noticing.
now, we’re in the present. C’s in a happy new relationship, seems that M and Z are done with her.
i feel like the little stint “with” C set me back. i still don’t forgive her for that, fuck her and her new toy.
since their departures, i’ve managed to maintain contact with M almost daily. lately, since she’s on a semester break from LA, we’ve strengthened our contact more. i’ve fallen deeper in love. it’s almost like i’m in a pit i can’t get myself out of. we even flirt a little. we talked about myself making a trip to texas, her to new york at some time. she sent me theater job ideas that include free housing, and is within a 20 minute radius of her family’s property. we even just send each other funny videos over instagram for hours on end. it feels different too, because we actually take the time to watch what we’ve sent each other. always snapchatting, we facetime every couple of days.
i applied to that job, i thought “what the hell, it’ll get my foot in a door, i’ll learn a lot, and maybe i’ll be able to spend more quality time.”
i get the job. i go to texas. M and i make plans.
i arrive friday, shop saturday, hug my folks goodbye on sunday, and then i go spend time with M from sunday to tuesday morning, an extension she made from the plan of staying until morning. we spend the three days together, it’s great, it’s like no time has gone by. she introduced me to attack on titan, i’m already on season 2. sunday, made dinner and had a beautiful night with her family, followed by hanging out in her kitchen until the wee hours of the morning, and more quality time following.
there’s such an element of mystery. i don’t know where this is going.
i fall deeper and deeper for this woman every day. i truly believe she’s the aphrodite of my own mythology. i just fear that my worries of unrequited love will be the case once again. i know it’s not doing me any good, but i have truly never felt this way for another person.
she fills the hurt of my soul with the deepest love a man can ever feel.
i don’t know what to do now. i want to profess my love to her. i just don’t want to ruin anything, and i don’t want to become jealous if she so chooses someone other than i.
for now, my heart shall bleed in anticipation.
any advice is appreciated.
thanks. love y’all.
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2023.04.01 05:02 loved_heretic Need help with a layer shift

I have the Kobra neo and for the most part it's been pretty good sans a few problems here and there. However I went to print a battery bank box and it layer shifted 3/4 of the way up in the direction the box was longest. I thought maybe stepper issue so I swapped x and y motors checked e steps then proceeded to try the print again. And again in the direction it was longest it shifted at the same height on the print again in the longest direction. So I resliced the object in the other direction on the bed and again it shift in the direction the print was longest at the same height. I've checked the belts and pom wheels and everything is fine. Is it possible a bad stl is causing a problem cause even after reslicing it still shifts lengthwise even if that's on the x or y axis.
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2023.04.01 04:48 theWanderingShrew 2016 constantly clicking locks

I've been having issues with my 2016 (original owner). It started with me noticing the headlights coming on randomly at night while the fob is hanging on the hook not being touched. Lock it up and go back to bed. After 2 dead batteries a tow truck driver suggested that if the battery is old and weak it could actually up like this. installed a new battery and everything's fine for a few months.
Last week it started happening again, I catch the headlights on in the driveway at night. I turned the headlights from "auto" to off, turned off the dome light and removed the battery from the fob and thought that had at least mitigated the issue.
Now the car is CONSTANTLY clicking like the doors are locking/unlocking. It's happening while I'm driving or when the car is off and parked. With the headlights off it doesn't seem to be doing enough to drain the battery but now I can't park it anywhere that isn't secure. Any ideas? A fuse?
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2023.04.01 04:10 tiffalockhaaart It feels so weird, Matt

I still remember how I used to wake up next to you. How I sing to Niki while making our breakfast. How you look like when you emerge from the bedroom to hug me and greet me a good morning. I remember the small talks while we eat. I remember how I bother you while you do the dishes. How we look like in front of the mirror while brushing our teeth. How we scrub each other’s backs in the shower. How we watch the latest episode of that anime series we’re following. How you look like while you play your computer games. How you snuggle in after 3 hours of playing and fall asleep in my arms. How fun it was to enjoy the weekend together on the small patch of grass field in the lounge area. How you make pasta for dinner. How we end the day doing small talks in the bed with the lights off. And how I wake up in your arms again the next day.
But I don’t feel anything anymore. Not the love when we were doing those things. Not the longing when you’re not at home and I’m left alone. Not even hate when I found out you were already talking to somebody else while we were still together.
I remember you. I remember everything that happened. But I don’t feel anything anymore. That blue building that was once our home used to send me bouts of pain when I see it. But now it’s just another building. And you- the one person I know is mine no matter what. You’re just another stranger now.
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2023.04.01 03:50 SwissCheese4Collagen The Nostrils McBeardsley Power Hour: What does "EDIT" mean? SPECIAL FAMILY TIME! (girl time!)

The Nostrils McBeardsley Power Hour: What does
Happy Fri-Yay and welcome to the recap library. OfNostrils was first on the draw this week and J'Mystery Sister was in fact Jingle. That's right, and in true Bible fashion the prodigal daughter was welcomed warmly, despite her recent tour slamming the religion cult her parents chose to make their entire personality. We open with OfNostrils whispering into her phone camera that she is being quiet to keep from waking up the El Ay Bookses. If it's that big of a deal, go to the car and film it in there like every other mom filming content after their morning trip through the school drop off line...oh and no captions this week...
If she's gonna whisper I wish she'd put the captions on...
Anyways, it's a girl's day with the Dugglettes and Perm, the Dairy Queen herself, at the breakfast date where Jingle, Publicitee, Austina (Evy MAE, with emphasis on the MAE), and OfNostrils walk in to "The Buttered Biscuit" where Perm has assembled the Lost Girls, and JimBlessa has stopped by also. It's going to be a long day of snacking and thrift shopping. Austina is being carried out of the restaurant and plainly and loudly says "Mama! Excuse me!" When OfNostrils says "excuse you?" Austina happily announces "we are having a party!" OfNostrils has some serious balls in this one because she just refuses to consider that you can film without showing the children, but first she tests the waters. Publicitee's voice is heard loud and clear as she responds to her J'aunt's prompt of what her favorite part was. The answer was "getting a Lollypop from Lolly". Oh, they're still doing that whole thing...
Just in case we needed proof they were there, we get a picture of the El Ay Bookses
Austina is ready and occupies her mother while her aunt and cousins get in the cars. Jingle and OfNostrils catch each other vlogging
Hugs all around led by Perm
What were ThE gUyS + Giddy-up and Privacee (Evie JO) doing? Construction work. Not sure why Privacee was with ThE gUyS but...she was. We start with Giddy-Up in the excavator but worry not dear Snarkers as Nostrils smarmily coos, "the keys aren't in it". Nostrils is greasing the excavator, then goes on to repeat that Jingle and JereMaw were visiting with the kids. Next we see Jerm busily cranking a trailer winch in both the rearview and the back-up camera. He hits the truck or the truck backs into the trailer, the forensics are unclear, but these two totally have pissing matches in their backyards when they visit each other.
Back to the GiRlS dAy and off to the fanciest thrift shop I've ever seen and after blurry pictures and J'Miracle flirting with the edge of the camera shot we see Siah!!!!!! Then it's off to give CinderJana shit for her new Matcha obsession. "Trendy, trendy" OfNostrils says, CinderJana is not pleased. They arrive home before the boys and Austina is in her Belle dress which she claims is "for a birthday party". Her mother calls her pretty and ThE gUyS return "from work". My God remind me never to be a guest at Cabin McBeardsley, he takes his guests to work and makes them sleep on a cheap bunk bed in his TV room. Where can JereMaw and Jingle leave a review? Google maps?
This looks like the most expensive thrift store ever...also we have half of SiRen spotted
Mat-cha, Mat-cha, Mat-cha.....
Austina has gotten her face messy and instead of helping her clean her face, Fundie Matilda's mother sticks a recording camera in her face...
After Nostrils props up on a stuffed tiger and catches some z's with Austina, it's time for tacos with De Planes !De Planes! (Hand me my walker and EnSure please, and get off my lawn) CinderJana takes the wheel, leaving Jesus to his own devices today and ThE gUyS are driving the minivan with the kids. JereMaw reeeeeeeally wants Privacee's face hidden. Afterwards, it's off to JimBlessa's new house because apparently the El Ay Bookses don't watch JimBlessa's YouTube. I wonder if that's her rule or his? Either way, OfNostrils wanders around Carlin Bates style panning across the room and has Publicitee's face shown as she stands in between Planes and Jerm before going in to "check on the kids" and filming it to prove she had...
Helping fill the seconds until the people working get back, then getting her nap in. Nostrils is all tuckered out from not getting in a fistfight with JereMaw
Again with sticking the camera in the faces of the kids. OfNostrils is relentless with her mission...
Tacos for everyone, then Jingle Stickers herself as the Nostrils McBeardsley clan passes around their ice cream
Bin, Nostrils, Planes, J'Obnoxious James, CinderJana, Publicitee's face pic #1, Baby Planes #1 and JereMaw while the rest of the kids at $eeWorld hang out and have movie night in the Greenhouse, aka Plant 1's room. Plant 2 appears to still be in her parents' bed
With Publicitee's face captured, OfNostrils goes all Pokemon Go! on trying to catch Privacee's.
Privacee manages to make it back to home base, I mean her mother, as J'Orchestra Pit and J'Tyler join the discussion in the living room.
Back at Nostrils HQ, OfNostrils sighs that she feels bad that time change happened while the El Ay Bookses on top of jet-lagged toddlers. She's gonna be alone in that because time change happened to everyone and we all dealt. She admits that having Evelyn Mae and Evangeline Jo is confusing as both girls answer to Evy/Evie. I should do a Mr. Obvious call with OfNostrils trying to figure out that they named their children very similarly and that's the issue. The poor woman's God has forsaken her to the point where she has to call her daughter and her niece by their full names and not their overlapping nicknames. Nostrils is watching "Elk hunting" videos. Quel surprise...
J'Orchestra Pit is first to the party
Cue "The Next Day" and J'Orchestra Pit is here! Yay! Now OfNostrils really jumps into the hot water and as she is showing the pre-party events, she pans across Privacee on Jingle's lap before saying "oh, can't have her face in there" before walking away and sticking the phone in her own 2 year old's face. Like. What Would JeeZus Do here Joy? He would edit it out, but she didn't. Guess there wasn't anything in Ezekiel about it...
OfNostrils finally got Privacee's face and then jumps to Austina. Lolly-Perm is running some sort of craft table thing while the Lost Girls apprentice.
After challenging Jingle to a game of darts, the family party ensues, with everyone squeezing into the Nostrils McBeardsley house which is basically a cabin with vinyl siding. Why couldn't they go to TTH? More room there, but nope, and now I wonder if Kath! and J'Obnoxious James have exclusive filming rights there. CinderJana and Hannie hop into the kitchen while OfNostrils shoves the camera in their face. She's getting as bad as J'Obnoxious James. We get snippets of people throughout the party.
Nobody puts Tru! in the corner, Siiiaaahhh checks his Google notifications, Rimmy J stuffs his thumb shaped face and Jillard catches up with Jingle.
CinderJana risks it by staying until almost midnight, and Jingle whines that she is up so late at 11:52 that she has lost her voice like usual when she travels. These people are always complaining if they are awake. After OfNostrils explains that the kids wake up early, she and Jingle joke about just giving them more melatonin before saying it was a joke and saying "we can edit it out". *Narrator voice* She didn't.
CinderJana is checking the time to see if she can get home before midnight and out of the line of fire.
Now things get really good and fun and I'm going to do my best to transcribe this word for word without a caption safety net.
JereMaw: (looks directly at camera) Airdrop this to me?
OfNostrils: (flips camera back to her) NO! I'm NOT giving you my vlog footage, JereMEE!
JereMaw: (is talking to Jingle)for her vlog...I was just asking her to send it to me.
Jingle: (points) you have a phone in your hand.
OfNostrils: You could just be more diligent in filming for your OWN vlog
Nostrils: Yeah, Jeremy.
OfNostrils: Put the work in
Jingle: (as OfNostrils swings camera around to show JereMaw filming) this is where the vlogs cross so look at that.
OfNostrils: there you go.
It's worth pointing out that Jingle and OfNostrils had been filming each other filming all day. I guess JereMaw doesn't trust her. The El Ay Bookses are going to fly home the next morning and the Nostrils McBeardsleys are going on that camping trip.
One last shot of Publicitee's face before JereMaw has to jump in to prove how diligent of a vlog filmer he is.
The Next Day, everyone is up and packing, JereMaw obnoxiously announcing every time they are filming for their vlog. Oh yay, more content to look forward to. I'll be ready for it when it drops.
It's off to do the The !'s International Babymoon Extravaganza Part 2 and I'll catch y'all later!
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2023.04.01 02:52 falseaccusations123 Falsely Accused of Battery

But I wasn't even there.
I walked home with a woman from the bar last Friday, said goodbye at my porch and went to bed. She walked wherever she was going on her own after that. Don't know her name or phone number, didn't have any intentions with her. Didn't think about it at all again except when my girlfriend asked the next day how my night had gone I told her that I met a few women.
Fast forward to yesterday, the cops show up at my house asking me where I was on Friday night. Of course I told them that I had gone to the bar, walked with that woman and then gone to bed. They tell me that I'm being arrested on charges of battery with serious bodily injury and take me to jail. Luckily my girlfriend posted my (expensive) bail for me so I'm out now, but definitely totally rocked. I will definitely be getting a lawyer but I'm just curious if anyone's heard anything remotely similar to this? I have no alibi except possibly my brother who says he heard us chatting on the porch before she left. My girlfriend was out of town that night, hence me being at the bar having a night out without her. I don't even remember this woman's name.
Edit: the police stated while arresting me that they have photo evidence of injuries, so this woman was injured somehow. But I have no idea how, or by whom or even what the injuries are.
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2023.04.01 02:35 babyxxpigeon17 A Niagara vacation

It was so terribly cold. Snow was falling, and it was almost dark, when out of the blue, my wife called me at work. "We're going to Niagara Falls for the weekend. I got us an awesome deal!"
We had both been working at our first "full-fledged" jobs for a year and had reached that moment after graduation when you suddenly realize you can't make that impact on the world your student enthusiasm once promised. At first, I just sighed. It was the dead of January, and I had already expended all my energy on a week of inconsequential stress. I just wanted to collapse on the couch for two days. Sarah felt a similar weary exhaustion. I could tell. Her tone was more hopeful than excited, but she had dreaded the routine we were sinking into and was trying her best to pull us free.
I looked to the ceiling and adjusted my telephone headset. At that time I was working at Stats Canada on the tele-query desk. I took a deep breath and, as convincingly as possible, said, "Sounds good." I don't think she bought it, but we went nonetheless.
This was Niagara Falls before the casinos when there was a very distinct off-season. When we got to the hotel, we were given the details of our "lovers' special". One dinner to be used either Friday or Saturday, two breakfasts, a roll of tokens for the arcade, 10% off some "4D" movie ride experience, and a 2-for-1 coupon to Max Tussaud's. I guessed it was Madame's nephew? We also got a bottle of sparkling wine in our room and chocolate treats on our pillows. I was impressed. It sounded good.
When we got into our room and saw the "bottle" of wine - basically an aeroplane-sized glass and half - and the chocolates - "fun wrapped" Oh Henry's left over from Halloween - we both started to laugh. The tone for two wonderful days had been set. We decided to cash in on our dinner coupon right away.
The restaurant off the lobby had hopes of being better. There were huge panoramic windows that promised a view of the gorge. Unfortunately, they had some winter moisture problems that day, and it felt like we were defrosting amid the dripping streaks and foggy patches. The decor was your standard booths and tables though the "romantic" lighting was unique. Dollar store battery-powered tea lights were lodged inside thick tumbler glasses and shed a muted pleasantness in a "what a great idea for a craft" sort of way. I had a feeling they were created by our waitress since she was the one who always seemed to be fussing with them. Only one other couple was in the dining room, so she attended to us immediately.
"Can I get you something to start?"
"Sure." "Thank you, that would be nice." We both responded simultaneously.
"And what would the lady like this evening?"
Sarah smiled at the flattery. "I think I'll have a glass of white wine." She glanced over at me to see my reaction. This was a subtle cue of the mood to follow. Diet Coke was usually the beverage of choice. She didn't normally drink alcohol. One glass numbed her nose and made her giggle far too easily. When she did drink, however, it meant she was comfortable with my company and open to anything to follow. I raised my eyebrows in a debonair way.
"And for the gentleman?"
"Do you have Foster's on tap?"
"Yes we do."
"I'll have a pint please."
Sarah smiled at the happy memories I invoked. At university, Foster's was my signature beer. It was at a time when Crocodile Dundee was a known name, and Australia was inexplicably cool. 15 cent buffalo wings and a pitcher of Foster's was the Tuesday night special at the London Arms pub. There the Classics Club would meet and, as a group, circle the wagons and drink ourselves into extroverts.
As soon as the waitress left, Sarah smiled at me. She reached out and held my hand across the table. With my gaze on hers, she slipped her foot from her shoe and slowly began sliding it up my pant leg.
"I got a pedicure this morning." She announced seductively.
I nodded and pretended I didn't notice her invitation. "What colour?" I asked.
"I'm not telling." She teased. "You'll just have to find out later." Her devious little smile was gorgeous.
"Mmmm. I can't wait."
When the waitress returned with our drinks, we immediately retreated to our personal spaces as if we had been discovered by the chaperone. Sarah opened the menu and began to salivate at the variety.
"Can we add an appetizer to the package dinner?" Her question seemed innocent enough.
"You're on the package?" Our friendly waitress disappeared, and we were no longer a lady or a gentleman. She ripped the menu out of Sarah's hand and took mine before I had even opened it. She then scurried to her podium and brought back a tattered, grease-stained, photocopied page that we had to share. We both burst out laughing.
The waitress was flustered that we were not as bothered as she was. "The drinks are NOT included!"
"What choices do we have?" I asked, expecting the usual chicken or fish. I had been on many packages before with my parents.
"Coffee or tea." The waitress snapped.
Sarah and I looked at each other in amused disbelief.
"I'll have coffee please." I didn't even flinch at the ridiculously limited package. I was eager to get my order in early.
"And I'll have the tea!" Sarah followed my lead. "Can I have some milk with that?"
"Yes." The waitress snarled.
"Fantastic!" I enthused.
"Yes, great! I'm glad we got the package, Honey." Sarah joked.
The waitress stormed off and returned sometime later with our lettuce-only salads drowned in Kraft's Italian dressing and our chewy chicken dinners, which she had thoughtfully allowed to cool. She tossed the plates on the table and left us to peacefully devour our deal. We didn't see her again until we requested the bill. For some reason, we found it amusing to leave a generous tip, which of course, defeated the purpose of the package, but we didn't care. It was fun.
The rest of the holiday was marred with similar off-season products and services. The wax museum was only half open, so we couldn't see the pop stars of the seventies. I didn't think it was a problem, but Sarah pouted playfully. She really wanted to see young Bowie. Meanwhile, the arcade was particularly stingy about spitting out coupons. So much so that Mike, the scraggly-haired repair guy, ended up escorting us from game to game and repairing the devices on demand. In no time, he was acting like an old drinking buddy. He joked and laughed, then, out of the blue, revealed that working at the Niagara Falls Fun Centre wasn't his career choice, that his dream was to be part of a travelling carnival. He desperately wanted to see more of the world, he explained and socialize with a greater variety of "wildlife." Mike winked at Sarah to punctuate his meaning, then began advising her on which games to play.
Sarah was partial to Skee ball and clearly had career potential in the sport, but Mike quickly pointed out that the token-to-coupon payout was not the best. In a furtive whisper, he revealed that The Storm Stopper was your best bet, provided the arcade had left it on its original factory settings. He assured us the ones here were "cool." The game had lights that ran around the outside in opposite directions and you had to hit the button at just the right spot to win. It looked impossible, but Mike was right; if you calculated tokens in versus coupons won, it was the best deal. It only took a little practice to win a minor jackpot every 5 or 6 times.
We would cheer each win as if Toronto had won the Stanley Cup. I would give a quick fist pump and a full lung "Yes!" while Sarah would jump up and down screaming, "WhoooHooo!" Of course, in the end, when we cashed in, "Mike's secret" only bumped us up from a key-chain flashlight to a "deluxe" nail beauty set. Mind you, it did come complete with clippers, scissors, a file AND a cuticle scraper. Not only that, it was all neatly packaged in a paisley-patterned pink and green plastic vinyl case. Mike was so pleased to give us our prize and to be honest, we were thrilled to win it if only to see his broad chicletted smile. It was more of a trophy than a grooming set.
That night, I made reservations for us at a fancy Chinese food restaurant - the Bamboo Garden. When we arrived, we had half-expected renovations of some sort. Instead, the place was immaculate. Gentle pools teeming with goldfish highlighted the epic black and red Ming dynasty decor. Real candles flickered on crisp white tablecloths. Again, the restaurant was virtually ours. The reservations on my part were entirely unnecessary. In fact, as soon as we entered, they knew us by name and guided us directly to our table. A live lounge piano caressed the air, its notes danced vaguely around familiar harmonies until finally, as if prompted by our presence, a song emerged immediately accompanied by the velvet voice of oriental karaoke. It was our song remastered
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2023.04.01 02:34 ChiefDurham Retired CAL FIRE Chief Recap with Commentary - Episode 13 - "You Know Your Dragon"

Retired CAL FIRE Chief Recap with Commentary - Episode 13 -
I've been traveling so have gotten behind on the recaps. Looking forward to getting caught up! Still LOVING the show but had to take a pretty strong exception to a particular story line in this episode. I wonder if you can guess which one ;)
Fire country episode 13 opens with the Station 42 crew treating a protester for low blood sugar while at a demonstration to stop a developer, Neil Wallace, from cutting trees down, in a forested area, to build houses. Collin handles this, his first medical aid call well. Eve is talking to Jake about what would happen if Bode goes ahead with the kidney transplant, that he’d have to go back to a prison hospital to recuperate and might not be able to come back to Camp afterwards.
Just then, a Molotov Cocktail explodes against the side of the construction site’s office trailer, a steel Conex box where Jake, Eve and Collin had just been treating the protester. It’s really good to see the calm demeanor that Eve and Jake use with the extinguishers - no excitement just doing what they’re trained to do.
And at Three Rock Camp, a horn is going off as Manny jogs through the work out area, telling his crew to load up. Once his crew is on the bus, he makes an announcement that today is a big day. It’s Bode’s birthday, his 30th, and it’s time for a fire camp tradition, getting “roofed” (never heard of that one 🤷‍♀️). The crew lifts Bode up, like he’s crowd surfing, and bumps him against the ceiling of the bus several times telling him “Happy Birthday.”
As Bode and Manny walk away together, Bode tells Manny he passed the organ donation psych eval! Manny is super happy for Bode and Bode seems proud of himself for what he’s doing. Bode suggests that Manny that Gaby that he’s getting back on his feet, that he’s doing better. But Manny wants to wait until he’s no longer couch surfing. The two mens’ relationship seems to be back on solid ground.
At the Leone’s, Sharon’s made French Toast for Vince in honor of Bode’s birthday, supposedly. * I’m not sure why Sharon is wearing a shirt with different patches on it. They don’t say CAL FIRE. I saw Luke, as well as the fire investigator who did the interviews after the bridge incident, wearing the same patch. There is only one CAL FIRE patch no matter which program you’re working in. Weird.
When Sharon admits the French Toast might also be a bribe because she needs a favor from Vince, he asks if the favor is for her or “for a morally corrupt developer who wants to cut down trees and put in condos.” Sharon responds that the developer is ready to cut a big fat donation check to Station 42. All he wants is the appearance of an endorsement, a smiling photo with Vince in his dress blues. Vince tells Sharon, “we all know this is a dirty kick back just to get CAL FIRE‘s seal of approval.” Sharon responds, “you do recall that I fought them at a City Council meeting not to do the deal with the development unless Neil was willing to give something back to the department, which he is. Hundreds of thousands of something.” Vince is not sold. Sharon goes on to explain that she is making lemonade out of lemons here. That they are looking at year-round fire season now; that their firefighters are having hard times, like Manny sleeping on their couch. She says this money could really go along ways to helping their people. And she gets a perfect eye roll from Vince as he continues eating his French toast while she holds up his dress uniform telling him how handsome he’ll look in it. Love these two!
*BUT (yes, here's the big one) - I do not love this storyline. A lot of the things the show may not get quite right are easier to overlook. But not this one. Giving public support to a developer because he’s giving a fire station money would never, ever happen. It’s illegal and a set-up for corruption. To make this worse, they say the money is going to personally benefit individual firefighters! This is even worse. And it’s completely off-base. Getting specific fire control strategies wrong or having a Battalion Chief (BC) riding on an engine (If you’ve read my previous recaps you know that this is a pet peeve, but a good-natured one. BCs have their own pick-ups; they don’t ride on fire engines.) But this insinuation is insulting to CAL FIRE and to the fire service in general. When new developments go into cities and counties, often times during planning meetings, when it’s time for the fire department to give their plan review, they will propose a new fire station or new equipment because of the impact those additional homes will have on their suppression capabilities. These recommendations become part of the city or county plan review. But never, EVER is money offered or exchanged. Not to the department, not to a fire station and certainly not to individual firefighters.
Ok, whew. Jumping down from my soapbox . . .
Back at the firehouse Gaby, Jake and Eve are eating breakfast. Eve talks about how maturely Jake and Gaby have been handling their break-up. That she thought she was going to have to choose between them but she’s happy not to have to. They all continue, giving each other a bad time about their dating lives. *This is definitely real fire house behavior! Though the entire crew would be eating meals at the same time, together. Station 42 has at least one other pieces of equipment with at least 3 people assigned per day. There would be a minimum of 6 people at each meal.
Holy shit! I almost spit out my wine when I saw Vince driving a pick-up!! And it even has his number on it B1508! (The B is for Battalion) Whoop! Whoop! THAT’S what real Battalion Chiefs drive! I hope this is going to stick!

Vince's Battalion Chief Pick-up! Woo Hoo!! :)
Vince arrives, in his pick up ;), at the demonstration to meet with Neil Wallace, the developer. He is in what CAL FIRE refers to as an administrative uniform - a long-sleeve blue shirt and a tie with dress pants. CAL FIRE‘s dress uniform, for chief officers like Vince and Sharon, is black dress pants, a white shirt, black tie and a black blazer with gold stripes and gold “years of service” stars on the left cuff.

CAL FIRE Class A Dress Uniform
As Vince gets out of his pick-up, he gives a thumbs up to the protestors and goes to greet Neil. While the developer may have a point about Edgewater needing more affordable housing, Vince has a much more valuable point when he tells the developer he should not be building new homes in the middle of a high fire danger area. Neil has no response to this so grabs Vince’s hand and gets a smirk, more than a smile, for the camera. It’s a good scene. Billy Burke does such a great job of portraying a crusty BC! And, except for the long hair and the different patch, he could walk up to a firehouse and easily pass for one of us!
As the two men finish up, the developers SUV is suddenly on fire. Vince assumes that it’s because Neil left his car running while parked on dry leaves. \The only way I know that a parked car can start a fire is on dry grass where the grass is actually touching the exhaust. Plus the fire gets big fast, like there’s an accelerant involved. And telling a citizen, in this case the developer, you’re not concerned about him or his belongings, only the forest, is not something a BC would likely say; even one as crusty as Vince.*
Vince calls in the fire to Edgewater but doesn’t grab an extinguisher or a hand tool. *A 50x50 spot could easily be put out by one person with a hand tool or an extinguisher. Both of which CAL FIRE BC’s carry in their pick-ups. The best way to keep a fire from getting big is to put it out when it’s small. That sounds kind of smart ass ;) but good initial attack is what keeps fires from becoming major incidents.
Station 42 responds to the fire. When they arrive, Vince briefs them and takes Jake and a mystery firefighter to search for other protesters near the site where the construction materials are being stored. Eve, Gaby and Collin grab a hose line and start extinguishing the vehicle and surrounding brush.
Edgewater dispatches Three Rock Crew 4 to the fire. Shortly after, Sharon arrives at scene and assumes command. Manny arrives and Sharon sends them to help Vince protect the building materials. But not before Bode and Gaby get a chance to say hi and smile at each other. Collin notices.
Gaby and Collin knock down the vehicle fire and Sharon tells Eve what a good job they’re doing; that they were well trained. It takes Eve a second to pick up on the fact that Sharon is complementing her abilities as a trainer. Sharon tells Eve that she did well at incident command training and asks if she’d like to shadow her once the fire is knocked down. Eve is excited about the opportunity. Normally requests like that go through your supervisor but they don’t really have time for that kind of dialogue in the show. Eve seems pretty confident with the assignment.
Vince, Jake and the mystery firefighter get to the area where the building materials are stored. \Why dry lumber would be stored in an area that’s not cleared is . . . umm . . dumb*. They pass evacuating protesters as well as construction workers hauling their tools out to the main clearing.
Vince and Jake convince a handful of more stubborn protesters that the fire is real and they need to leave. Once they see the smoke, they do. But one of the protesters has chained herself to a tree with what they’re calling a “sleeping dragon.” Vince says it’s not his first time taking one apart and he and Jake call for more equipment.
Back at the incident base, Collin and Gaby have extinguished the vehicle fire, at least from what we can see so Eve sends them off with the gear Vince needs. The vehicle reignites and Eve starts to grab a hose but Sharon reminds her that she needs to delegate. So she has another fire fighter grab the nozzle and continue to extinguish the vehicle. She looks confused at that idea. Sometimes it can be a hard transition from putting out fires to running one. Often times that’s when people figure out they would really rather stay on the nozzle then wear the white hat.
Vince and Jake continue to work at dismantling the sleeping dragon but the protester has used too much glue and they’re having trouble getting it apart. While they’re working, Jake tells Vince that he is a match to donate a kidney to Sharon. He’s worried that Bode would have to go back to prison to recuperate from the surgery and that might be hard on Sharon. He asks Vince to please pick him so that they don’t have to worry about that happening. Just then Bode walks up with his crew, overhearing the last part of their conversation. Rut Ro.
Jake tries to explain to Bode what his real motivation was but Vince and Manny tell them both it’s not the time; they have work to do. Vince has Crew 4 start clearing around the construction equipment and materials in case the fire comes that direction. He has Gaby and Collin help Crew 4 cut line.
Back at incident base Eve reviews with Sharon why the vehicle reignited. It’s a hybrid and she didn’t see the insignia because it had melted off the car. Hybrids and electric vehicles present a different set of problems for fire fighters. I don’t know a great deal about them; they came along after I’d left the field and, after about 20 years, had gotten my own white hat ;)
Jake continues to free the protester from the tree as she explains to him that her family used to own a small construction company, which Wallace purchased. She goes on to say that her family practiced sustainable forestry (although that’s a completely different business than construction) but her comments are sound. We are not going to stop needing lumber but there is a right way to harvest timber and manage forest land that keeps it sustainable and provides healthy forest land with shaded fuel breaks.
As Gaby helps the crew clear around the building materials, she takes a chance to talk to Bode, asking him what was going on between him and Jake. Bode won’t talk at first but finally explains that he’s bummed to hear what he thinks Jake’s trying to take away his chance to help his mom and donate his own kidney. Gaby doesn’t seem to understand his frustration.
Eve has instructed another crew to raise the still burning vehicle and put cribbing underneath so they can put water directly on the battery and cool it down. Sharon is impressed with her leadership.
As Eve asks Sharon if she ever misses being in the thick of it, the developer approaches them. He’s angry, accusing Sharon of letting his building materials burn. She calmly explains that she is not letting anything burn but he tells her that if he loses his building materials they may lose his donation to CAL FIRE. She, again calmly, glances at everyone holding up phones, recording him and he realizes he’s just stepped in it.
Vince and Jake continue working to free the protester as she explains more about the type of construction her family did, incorporating defensible space around their structures. *This is where the show has such an opportunity to inform the public. Defensible space is vital when homes are constructed anywhere near wildland urban interface area.
As they continue to work, the building materials start to ignite because of falling embers from the approaching fire. The engine crews work alongside the hand crew to break apart the building material piles and, using dirt, they smother and extinguish what they can.
Vince needs water so asks for a hoselay from the engine. Now that Eve and her crew have the vehicle extinguished, she starts to send two firefighters with the hoselay. But then she decides to also go herself, telling Sharon, "thank you for the opportunity but not being able to fight fire has got her crawling out of her skin." She’s definitely not done fighting fire!
\The hoselay looks legit - their technique does; though some of their terminology is different than I remember. And hoselays normally run along the fires edge. You put the fire out as you go, stopping the spread. It could be that they’re just trying to get water to the landing where the building materials are. But that’s a good way to lose all the hose you’ve just put in, as well as your water supply, because as soon as the fire reaches the hoselay, it will likely burn the hose.*
Back at the Incident Command Post (ICP) the developer and a protester start arguing when the protester finds out the developer may likely have caused the fire. *A Chief would not make comments to the public (or a developer) about how a fire started until it was fully investigated. When the developer learns that Tatum, the daughter of the people he bought the construction company from, is in danger, his concern seems genuine.
Eve and her crew arrive at the landing with water to extinguish the fires there and Jake is almost through cutting away the sleeping dragon to free Tatum.
Eve tells Vince the fire is about 10 minutes away which doesn’t give Jake much time to finish freeing Tatum. Vince orders the hand crew and fire crews to evacuate the area causing Tatum to start yelling at everyone about how she didn’t risk her life just to give up on the trees. Insert eye roll here ;) *The crews are about to be overrun by a crowning timber fire. Fire engine crews and hand crews alone cannot put out timber fires. It’s completely unsafe. Clearing around the building material and equipment and covering them with foam before they leave is about the best they could do.
Bode suggests they wrap their fire blankets around the trees to protect them. Jake seems to be the only sensible one, saying that the trees are not the priority. *At first I thought they meant to use their own personal fire shelters; the ones they carry on their web gear in case they are overrun by fire. But I did a little research and found that other countries use large fire blankets in some instances rather than fire extinguishers. And they use bigger blankets on EV fires. It’s a pretty cool concept. Though I’m not sure wrapping a tree on the bottom 6 feet is going to do much to save it when the crowns are burning. Any foresters or arborists out there?
The hand crew and fire crews, along with Tatum, make their way back to the ICP. Sharon tells Vince that a strike team has arrived to take over for them. *This is weird. Initial attack crews, all of the crews and equipment originally assigned the first day, put in at least a full 24-hour shift before they’re relieved. Besides, if it’s too hot for Vince and Crew 4 because of a crowning fire, then another engine strike team isn’t going to be safe (or effective) either.
If it’s a true crowning timber fire, Operations would try to use a natural or man-made fuel break, well out ahead of the advancing fire; or create their own with bulldozers, airtankers, crews and back fires. When a wildland fire has burned into the crowns of the trees, the heat is so intense that it’s completely unsafe for ground troops.
As everyone comes back down the hill, Sharon see’s an opportunity to connect Neil and Tatum so that her concerns can be heard. And so he doesn’t look like such a weasel! ;) Good plan.
Eve catches up with Bode to tell him that he might want to hear Jake out about his being a kidney donor. He doesn’t know the whole story. She also tells him “Happy birthday.” Gaby overhears and tells Bode Happy Birthday as well just before Manny tells him to load up. Here again, the Fire Crew would be working through the night and, hopefully, getting off shift the next morning.
Back at the fire house Collin and Gaby are in civilian clothes as Gaby looks like she's emptying out the frig. In an odd exchange, Collin warns Gaby to be careful not to do anything with Bode. She tells him nothing’s happening there as Collin seems to chalk up his concern to, “we nuggets have to stick together.” But it seems pretty strange. He doesn’t know her well enough and he doesn’t know the whole story.
Eve appears and asks Gaby what she’s doing. She says she’s looking for something that resembles a birthday cake, and she pulls out a chicken!
Eve tells Gaby she thinks she might’ve blown it with Sharon when she decided to go fight fire instead of staying with her and shadowing her. I can’t imagine ever having done that. Once you commit to an assignment you stick with it, even if it sucks. Interesting.
Gaby points out though that maybe Eve's career dissipation light isn’t blinking. (That’s a well used quote from the movie Backdraft, in case you were wondering ;) ) Gaby continues, saying maybe she just has different career goals. That maybe Incident Command is not where her heart lies. That is a valid point. And the way they’ve written Eve’s character, the fear and uncertainty she keeps showing on incidents wouldn’t give me the confidence to put her in that role. She’s not ready yet.
Gaby convinces Eve to come with her to Three Rock with the birthday chicken. This is pretty funny. Not sure why they wouldn’t just stop at a grocery store and grab a pre-made cake though?? *And, like I’ve said before, Firefighters do not ever visit inmates at a camp outside of formal visiting days, even if they are friends.
Next we see Vince and Sharon at Three Rock Camp heading to the barracks with an actual birthday cake in hand! They stop as they see Gaby, Eve and Bode on a picnic bench with the birthday chicken. The look on Vince’s face is priceless when he says, “is that a chicken?” Hilarious! Sharon convinces him that they should let Bode celebrate with his friends and take their store-bought cake home with them. I never get tired of the scenes between these two! Diane Farr and Billy Burke rock these roles!
Eve, Gaby and Bode are having a good time and laughing as Jake appears. He needs to talk to Bode so they walk off alone. After they leave, Manny walks up to the ladies and Eve takes a walk to let the father and daughter have a chat.
This seems to be the first time Gaby and Manny have talked since he confessed his gambling problem. Manny tells her about staying with the Leone's and that he’s trying to dig himself out of the financial hole he’s in. She’s frowning and seems pretty tense. Manny goes on, telling her he knows she’s waiting for him to get his act together but he thinks right now he just needs to feel stable. And if that’s not good enough . . . Gaby interrupts by putting a hand on his arm and telling him she just needs to know he’s getting help; that she can’t be the only one holding him together. They both smile; they seem happy with this new understanding.
As Jake and Bode talk, Jake explains that he wasn’t trying to go behind Bode’s back. That he just doesn’t want Bode to go back to prison - that his mom and dad need him there. Jake adds that it’s been good having Bode back in his life. Bode thinks for a minute and then agrees with Jake. He tells Jake that if he really is game to be a donor, it does make better sense; that if his mom is OK with it, Jake should be the donor. Bode realizes he made this choice about himself, but it’s his mom he really cares about and he wants to do what’s best for her. The two young men reconnect in a good way. It’s a nice scene and an uplifting way to end the show.
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2023.04.01 01:57 agentclandest Please help me be able to fall asleep without watching KvS on my laptop

Hey guys,
For the past several years I have fallen asleep watching Kenny vs Spenny on my laptop on most nights. Usually I place my laptop on its side and lie down on my side to watch it comfortably. I can't seem to force myself to get into bed without bringing my laptop with me and loading up an episode from Kenny's Youtube or elsewhere. I feel like I have no power to resist. I wake up every morning feeling ashamed when the first thing I see is my out-of-battery laptop sharing my bed with me. I hate being alone with my thoughts and being bored and KvS provides the perfect distraction. Sometimes when I'm falling asleep at night (or just taking a nap) my laptop will fall on my face because it's tilted on it's side. I love KvS but I want to make this change in my life to get better sleep.
Since I love the show so much it always makes me laugh no matter how many times I've seen each episode. I have depression and KvS has always been there to cheer me up. The humorous dialogue between Kenny, Spenny and the crew is really comforting to listen to instead of the non-stop self-criticism that goes on in my head most of the time.
Has anyone here dealt with anything similar? Does anyone have any tips or suggestions? If I could afford to talk to a therapist about this I would. But I feel like since this sub appreciates how awesome KvS is you guys would be better able to relate anyway.
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2023.04.01 00:37 SufficientTry69 Pura Vida Pirineos (Jaca, province of Huesca, Spain)

Pura Vida Pirineos (Jaca, province of Huesca, Spain)
A bed and breakfast in the Spanish Pyrenees that give you the glass bottle for your stay (you have to give it back when you check out so zero waste there). They have one of those osmosis filtering things downstairs, and you can choose between cold water or cooler than room temp water.
Also on the bottom of the bottle it says "this water has been filtered in this very moment, it's balanced and it's free of chemicals. It hasn't been packed, stored or transported, and it respects the environment." Real Decreto 140/2003 is a law that regulates water that goes to human consumption to make sure water is as good quality as possible.
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2023.04.01 00:33 Firm_Lab_3340 Anyone have a similar experience?

I’m experiencing something I never have before and I’m very unsure of how things look going forward or what to do… to explain all this, I’m gonna use a fake name but otherwise the details are all true. Warning this may be lengthy.
I should start by saying that I’m not an openly pansexual man, however that is how I identify. Most people assume I’m straight. The other party in my story, we’ll call him James, identifies as straight, as far as I know.
So, eight months ago, James was hired at my job. He and I immediately became friends. We’d leave silly notes for each other, throw small things at each other like pencils or paper clips, kinda just horseplay and stuff like that. This was something he initiated one day, and it became a regular thing. It honestly felt kinda flirtatious.
One day at lunch, we got into a debate with colleagues about sexuality being on a spectrum. He and I were the only two arguing that sexuality is fluid. James even said “no one is 100% straight”. This of course, caught my attention, because I found him attractive and may have been developing a crush by this point.
We had hung out outside of work a few times, but always with other colleagues, that is, just up until a month ago. James and I were watching the same show, so we wanted to catch a few episodes together and he invited me over. He and I ended up drinking like half a bottle of tequila and lots of seltzers that night, so we were both pretty drunk. Come time for bed, I ask him if I can crash and he’s like “of course, you can have the couch”, jokingly I’m like “I don’t sleep well on couches, won’t you give me your bed and take the couch?” And James responds “I’m not sleeping on the couch, guess we’ll both be in the bed” then he suggests sleeping opposite ways to which I respond “what for? We can cuddle” and he laughs.
We then go to bed and as we lay down, I ask “little or big spoon”, James doesn’t say a word, he just turns into the little spoon position, so I spoon him and he holds my arm tight. We fall asleep. Throughout the night I would wake up noticing we changed positions. At one point, James was on his back with my head on his chest and my left leg in between his legs while my thigh was all in his private parts. Another time, I woke up noticing I had accidentally (frfr) rested my right hand on top of his dick. I moved, and went back to laying on his chest with my leg up. It all felt very intimate. At this point, it’s morning time. He gets up to use the bathroom and then goes to the couch to sleep. I go back to sleep remaining in his bed.
Once we had both wake up and I go out to the couch, I say to james “I cuddled the hell out of you last night” and he responds “I only left because it got hot” which was true, it was pretty hot under the comforter. Next day back in the office, I notice james wasnt horseplaying as much as before. I had ask to hangout again, to which he flaked on me multiple times. Things were awkward for a little, then fast forward a week later, we slowly get back to that same flirty behavior as before.
So, this week, he finally had me over again. Same thing as before, chop it up, plays games, drinking a lot, cuddling at night. This time felt more intimate than the last. At one point, my leg was pressed on his dick and I could feel him throbbing. He even repositioned himself to face me and his legs to wrap around me. His dick was pressed into my thigh, all the while throbbing. That went on for hours. In the morning, same thing again, he goes to the bathroom and then hits the couch because it’s hot. We end up getting breakfast and playing video games all morning. No awkwardness, but no conversation of how we cuddled. We decide to hangout again that same night.
So, the second night of hanging out in a row, it’s the same thing. Drink, chat, game, cuddle. The difference this time is, I passed out on the couch and when I wake up to find him in his bed, I joined him. When I lay down, he scoots in closer to me and I rest on his chest on put my leg up. He put his arm around me and held me close. I was even the little spoon at one point. Then next morning, it’s the same thing again, he says it’s hot, goes to the bathroom then the couch. I leave early as we had to be in the office in a few hours. This was yesterday.
We’ve yet to discuss how we’re basically cuddle buddies. Our interactions aren’t awkward and in fact, feels like we’re closer than before. He has invited me over again, but this time he has his close friends visiting for the weekend. I’m not sure I’ll hangout with them, since I don’t want to impede. Also, I doubt we’ll share his bed with his friends staying over.
I’m not sure what to make of any of this, as from what I’ve gathered, he is definitely into girls. When we hangout, we go into detail about our experiences with women. I know I have a crush on him, but I’m not sure if he’s interested or what? I guess talking to him would be the best way to find out, but what if that backfires and I ruin whatever it is we have? I’m not even sure what I want out of posting this, never posted on any blog like this before. Maybe someone has been in a similar situation? Please advise.
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2023.04.01 00:24 falseaccusations123 Falsely Accused of Battery

But I wasn't even there.
I walked home with a woman from the bar last Friday, said goodbye at my porch and went to bed. She walked wherever she was going on her own after that. Don't know her name or phone number, didn't have any intentions with her. Didn't think about it at all again except when my girlfriend asked the next day how my night had gone I told her that I met a few women.
Fast forward to yesterday, the cops show up at my house asking me where I was on Friday night. Of course I told them that I had gone to the bar, walked with that woman and then gone to bed. They tell me that I'm being arrested on charges of battery with serious bodily injury and take me to jail. Luckily my girlfriend posted my (expensive) bail for me so I'm out now, but definitely totally rocked. I will definitely be getting a lawyer but I'm just curious if anyone's heard anything remotely similar to this? I have no alibi except possibly my brother who says he heard us chatting on the porch before she left. My girlfriend was out of town that night, hence me being at the bar having a night out without her. I don't even remember this woman's name.
Edit: the police stated while arresting me that they have photo evidence of injuries, so this woman was injured somehow. But I have no idea how, or by whom or even what the injuries are.
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