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Post by ydderf on Aug 18, 2021 9:35:51 GMT -6
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Post by ncsfsgm on Aug 18, 2021 20:15:41 GMT -6
Jacque arrived, with Fancy, with several bottles of wine as his contribution to the festive meal. As usual All the men retreated to the great room and the women advanced into the kitchen.
"Well Fancy, or is it Francine….what do we call you." Siobhan asked.
"Well, Jacque likes to call me Francine…"
"Well, then so shall we."
Siobhan opened one of the bottles of wine and poured everyone glasses.
Raising her glass Siobhan gave a toast, "To Love, Health, and Family!"
The clinking of glasses almost had the men rushing in to see what was going on but Cal just shrugged his shoulders and they waved it off. "How was the hay harvest this year Cal?" Burt asked.
"Better than I thought it would be. All the barns a filled and we were getting ready to stack and tarp the rest, but a few of the smaller ranchers asked to buy what I didn't need so we sold it."
"Maybe that's what I should do with my fallow fields next year." Dec said.
"I'll farm it for you if you want Dec, We have the equipment already. After I take out expenses, I'll split the profits with you." Cal said.
"Yeah, that's fine. I'm going to give the proceeds to charity anyway." Dec said.
"That's what I do." Cal said.
"Where's Joanna and Jimmy?" Burt asked.
"They're holding a big feed with their hands families over at the Circle B. The reverend and his wife are there also."
Siobhan had Billy come with her to get the turkey out of the oven. She took the big platter and the lifters with her so Billy could lift the turkey out and place it on the platter. The rest of the women were carrying the rest of the food to the shelter dining room. They needed the 16 foot table to feed all the people they had invited. Mary took the Turkey roaster and made the gravy right there in the shelter kitchen. When Mary filled the gravy boats, Maddy, Judy, and Emilia set the boats on the table.'
Cal, Nick and Jim brought in the platters of smoked pheasants and quail. Other men pitched in and started carving the birds. They sat the food out buffet style so there was more room to put you elbows on the table, or so said Burt.
When the food was ready and the children strapped in, Cal gave the blessing. Then the heaping of food on plates began.
The afternoon of football games and light snoring until the evening. The women casually gossiped and cleaned up the dishes and divided up the food into carry-out boxes Charlie brought up from supply.
Cal walked in to the kitchen and got a glass of cold water. "Ladies, this is the last time we hold the Thanksgiving dinner here, Everyone on this ranch was responsible for its successes and I think we should all give thanks together. What say we do this at the Community Center next year. That will give everyone time to plan and coordinate.
"I'm all for it!" Mary said. "Good idea."
"Yeah, I like that."
"Good. Siobhan, you're in charge." Cal said as he walked out.
"WHAT!?!"
"We'll all help Siobhan."
Gabby rode with Cal and Siobhan when they took Bill and Becky back to Meadow Lake. Siobhan sat in the right seat and Becky let Bill and Gabby sit together in the back and have some privacy. When they said their good-byes at the airfield, Siobhan had Gabby fly right seat so she could nap in the back.
Cal put the Otter on autopilot and relaxed.
"Welcome to our family Gabby.`"
"Thank you, Cal" She was quiet for a while."
"The whole Ranch is like a family. Not related by blood, but by purpose and loyalty."
She retreated back into her quietness a few minutes more.
"Billy and I have decided not to get married until he is out of the Air Force."
"What will you do?"
"I will wait for him of course! We will see each other when we can. I will ask Papa to extend our runway and get a faster airplane. Their pilot training will be somewhere here in the west and I can fly to him occasionally,"
Have you given any thought to what plane you want to buy?"
"Yes, Billy and I talked. He believes the safest plane would be a Cirrus SR22 aircraft. It has the big parachute the I can deploy if something happens. When we get back I will start Flight training for it. Cirrus has a training center at Centennial Airport.
"Very well thought out. If you need any help, let us know."
"Thank you."
"Would you go back and wake Siobhan up and make sure she's strapped in?"
"Yes, I will."
"Thank You."
"Mama, I can get it right!"
"What Honey?"
Gabby's Christmas picture! It's not coming out right!"
"Let me see what you have."
Siobhan followed Amy back into the art room and over to the drafting table.
"Let's see……maybe your field of depth is off. Wait one second."
Siobhan went into the kitchen and came back with a measuring tape and a narrow roll of painter's tape. They went into the Great Room to where Amy had Gabby stand,
"Now, the tree we had last year was about four feet wide, so let's measure out four feet and mark it with tape. Now, you wanted Gabby to stand right about here. Mark it. Now all you have to do is have Gabby come over and have Gabby pose for you again and I will set up my camera and take a photo and print it out for you. Then you'll have something to measure the scale."
Amy looked up at her Mother and smiled. "Yes!"
She picked up her Mother's phone and called Gabby and asked her to come over. Gabby said she would fly over and bee there in a few minutes."
"Mamma, she's flying over. Can we go pick her up?"
"Sure, get your coat and hat."
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Post by ncsfsgm on Aug 18, 2021 20:22:05 GMT -6
A few minutes later, they saw Jacque's Raven coming in. When it landed and the blades stopped turning, Jacque and Gabby got out.
"I was coming over to see Cal anyway." Jacque said.
"He's down at the wood working shop. I'll drop you by."
"Siobhan dropped Jacque off and took Gabby and Amy to the house. Siobhan went and got her camera tripod and camera.
"Mama! Can Gabby try on your Santa Claus dress?"
"Well I don't know. It's up to Gabby."
"Yes, I will try it."
In a few minutes they returned. The dress was a bit longer on and looser on Gabby. Siobhan had Gabby stand on the spot Amy wanted her to be and Siobhan did her magic making the dress seem like it was form fitted just for her using pins in strategic places….or it look like it through the camera lens. Siobhan had tightened the dress around the waist and bust and had lifted the hem halfway up her thighs. Amy positioned the hat and moved her hair until she looked like a sexy elf. Amy added two more pieces of wood on the fire to get it to blaze up.
Amy backed away and said Okay Ma…..NO WAIT! Just one more thing!"
Amy ran into the kitchen and came quickly with a 32 ounce cup and a bread and butter plate and positioned them in Gabby's hands.
"Oookkaay Mamma. Take me some pictures!
Siobhan snapped several pictures and show Amy on the digital screen.
"YES! Yes Mama, it's just what I need."
Amy took the cup and plate from Gabby who went back with Siobhan to take the dress off. When they returned Siobhan printed the pictures off and gave them to Amy.
"Now, just what are you planning to draw?"
"I'll have a tree there where we usually put it and Gabby, with pointy little ears will be waiting for Santa Billy with milk and cookies.
Gabby smiled. "I like the idea."
Siobhan smiled. "All right, but I want to see it before you start showing it around to make sure it isn't too risqué.."
"Maaamaaa…nine year old girls don't know what risqué means." Amy said, and winked at Gabby.
Darryl had built a jig to glue the 36' round coffee table sides together. He had fitted each piece and numbered them to make sure each piece was seamless and perfect. Cal arrived just in time to help to glue everything together. They laid the pieces out sequentially around the jig. Cal was going to use a glue roller on the pieces, then hand them to Darryl, who would fit them in place. They were almost finished when Jacque walk in. He stood quietly as they worked, With the last piece in place, Darryl placed the band clamp around everything and began tightening when he was satisfied he bent back up.
"Hello Jacque!"
"What are you building?"
"A display coffee table for Siobhan.'
'Is that walnut wood?"
"Yes, I thought it would match the furniture Siobhan selected for her reading room.'
"Ah, yes."
"We'll let it sit for a couple of days to let the glue dry thoroughly then take the band strap off and round the sides with a belt sander." Let's get a beer!"
The three men went up to the house and caught the girls in conspiratorial giggles. Cal went and got the Irish ales and they retired to the Great Room.
"The radios work very well Cal. I have had no scolding remarks from Francine."
Cal grinned. "Well, I guess that is good for you."
"Yes, Yes it is good for me. Francine is getting more likable every day!" Jacque wiggled his eyebrows, grinning.
"Darryl, what type of legs are you putting on the table?
"Siobhan picked out a Queen Anne style. I found a guy out in Fruitvale that has a CNC woodworking router who will turn them out for me. I just need to glue up the blanks."
"Let me know the costs."
"I'm providing the wood. He wants four of Dawn's icebox melons."
Cal chuckled. "Good deal."
"Jacque, I didn't want to forget this, and I'll remind you periodically, but when you start trimming your grape vines, save me the wood. It is excellent for smoking meat."
"I will do so."
"Well, I'm going to glue those blanks up and call it a day." Darryl said.
"Yes, I must be going also. I just wanted to get out so Francine would miss me more."
Cal chuckled.
They got up and heard the girls in the art room and headed there.
"Gabriel? Are you ready to leave? Francine will soon have dinner ready."
"Yes Papa. I am ready."
"I will see you again, my friend."
"Jacque, take the EV outside and leave it under the parking shelter at the hangar."
"Thank you . Au revoir."
"Au revoir, Jacque, Gabriel."
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Post by ncsfsgm on Aug 18, 2021 20:26:07 GMT -6
"Come in come in! Shannon, Kayleigh, Siobhan is in the kitchen. Bryan, you look like you could use a drink!"
Bryan was so excited, he was almost shaking. Cal went over to the dry bar and poured Bryan and John 3 fingers of 18 year old Jameson.
"Sip on this, we'll make time to talk later. Let's go out on the patio. It's chilly, but I have the chimeneas going and it's comfortable. How do you like your steak cooked John, and you Bryan?
"Cal we… "
"Later Bryan. No business talk right now. How do you like your steak?"
"Medium."
"Okay medium. You John?"
"Medium rare."
"Great, you two relax here. I'll get the girl's orders and put the steaks on.
A couple of minutes later, Cal came out with a tray of steaks and put them on the grill. He seared the steaks and set a timer. Reaching into a cabinet, he brought out a compartmented box of steak markers. Siobhan, Kayleigh and Shannon came out with plates."
As the steaks, one by one, reached the desired doneness, Cal would stab it with a steak marker, put it on a plate and call out a name. Once everyone had their steaks they went back inside to eat. Siobhan served out bowls of salad along with various dressings, baked potatoes and a bowl of mushroom gravy. Everyone prepared their baked potatoes to their liking.
"Mmmm. What kind of steak is this?" Shannon asked.
"Bison." Siobhan replied.
They ate and enjoyed their food. No one wanted dessert so the table was cleared and coffee was served.
"Now, I think I know why you wanted to talk with me, but let's hear it from the horse's mouth."
Bryan began. "Cal, we've made a breakthrough. We have an affordable home energy system that will put power companies out of business…."
"Therein lies the problem. You know what the power usage in this country is. If you dump this on the market, as bad as some of these companies are, it will force them out of business. Your main ingredient in this system, I assume, is hydrogen?"
Bryan nodded.
"Good. Can a home consumer produce his own hydrogen?"
"Yes!"
"And the user could run their system indefinitely with hydrogen produced at home?"
"Well, no, but…"
"Right, you would have a net zero system gradually slipping to negative zero system. It takes a lot of power to produce hydrogen. A home system would require replenishment at some point in time. Right now, you are using commercial power to produce hydrogen on a huge scale. Why aren't you producing to your own power to generate the electricity to generate hydrogen?
"We would have diminishing returns."
"Right."
"So, if you were to start to mass produce these home power systems, and the power generating companies went out of business, where would you get your power to generate hydrogen?"
"There would still be companies generating power!"
"Of course there would be, but at what price? The cost per kilowatt hour would go through the roof…supply and demand. But the home user would be safe. After all, they have their own mini power stations,,..,until they reach the point of diminishing returns, Then, the power and hydrogen generating companies have them by the throats. They'll set the market price and I guarantee they're not going to forego profits or not try to make up for lost profits to make it easier on consumers. They never have and never will. They want their pound of flesh. I suggest you focus on continuing your dream of the evasive perpetual motion machine. So far, your research has come up with some amazingly innovative inventions. I know you aren't into this for the money, but for the search of knowledge and to make people's lives better. So do that, just don't flood the market. You need a bigger audience to test your theories on. I propose you use the Southern Ute Nation as your testbed. Power their homes, their small industries, test your theories.
However, I want you to upgrade our systems on here n the ranches. You'll have two testbeds. It's possible hydrogen is not the ideal energy source. It could be generations before the perfect source is discovered, Just be careful. Yes, this invention could put power companies out of business, but at what cost? What would be the snowballing effect? I know you. This wouldn't, nor could it have stopped your research. You want see what the next level of research will bring. I am thankful you four are the people you are. The people of this community are benefiting from your discoveries and appreciate your work. They are eager to see what you discover over the next horizon."
The four sat back, then look at each other.
"Do you have a contact in the Ute Nation we could speak with?" Shannon asked.
"No problem. I'll set it up with the Tribal Council and fly you down."
"We will get with Barry and get the ranches upgraded." John said.
"Make sure you include the Karen at the K-S also."
"We will. And also the Hope Center and the other holdings you have."
"Okay, but that can wait. I don't want to see you four for a month. Go somewhere do something, have fun and relax. Don't let even one equation cross your minds."
Bryan, Shannon, Jon and Kayleigh looked at each other
"Cal, can we wait until after Christmas? It wouldn't like being away from our family for the holidays."
"Of course you can. But stay out of the research facility. I expect to see your dust cloud leaving here on January the second and not seeing you again until January 31st."
Shannon and Kayleigh grinned at each other "Tahiti!"
One other thing. Wait right here."
Cal went to Amy's art room and knocked.
"Come in!"
"Amy, could you do me a favor?"
"Sure Dad."
Could you do a large drawing of Bryan, John, Kayleigh and Shannon?"
"No problem Dad. Could you have them come in here so Mamma can take a picture in here. The light would be perfect."
"Of course."
"I'll get Momma!"
Cal went out and got the four and brought them back into the room.
"What is this?" Kayleigh asked
"It is Amy's art room."
Shannon went over to the rolling wall and was looking at the sketches.
"Oh my……" Shannon said, looking at a sketch of Cal and Siobhan.
"Amy sketched this!?!"
Cal nodded.
Amy came back with Siobhan and her camera. She positioned her subjects where she wanted them and had Siobhan take several pictures. When she was finished, the adults went back into the Great room.
"How old is Amy?" Shannon asked.
"She'll be ten in February." Siobhan replied.
"If she is this good now, she is going to be something else when she's an adult."
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Post by ncsfsgm on Aug 18, 2021 20:31:06 GMT -6
After seeing what Amy was accomplishing with the colored pencils, Siobhan went to the art store and purchased a 120 piece Artist Brush Ink Pen Set that contained dozens of colors. They really brought out the colors of her sketch. It was almost life-like.
Gabby walked through the door and looked around. The receptionist looked up from her screen.
"May I help you?"
"Yes, I'm interested in an SR-22."
"Just one minute. I'll have someone come to help you."
She punched some numbers on a keypad and said. Customer up front.. Thirty seconds later, a man came through a door."
"Yes ma'am, may I help you?"
"Yes, I'm interested in purchasing an SR-22 or an SR-22T.
"Have you flown one before?"
"No, all I have flown is a SuperSTOL.
"Fun plane. Well, come with me and I'll show them to you.
They walked through a couple of halls and came out in a hangar.
"This one here is the Cirrus SR-22 and the one on the right is the SR-22T."
"They look the same. What is the difference? Gabby asked.
"Well, they are basically the same, but there are some differences. The 22T has a turbocharged engine, so it is faster, the 22 will carry a heavier load. The biggest difference is the price, The 22T is about $55,000 more than the 22.
"But the 22T is faster than the 22?"
"Yes ma'am."
"Faster is what I need. Can I see inside?"
"Sure."
The salesman opened the cockpit door and Gabby got in. She loved the side yoke. The display was phenomenal.
"I don't like the interior color."
"There are several options. If you'd like, I can show you the sales book and all the options."
"Yes, I would like that."
The salesman took her into the office where they sat down and went through the list of options and made her selections. When she was through, the total price was a little over $850,000, to include transition training. The plane would not be ready until mid-January, which would give her time for the training before it arrived. She did a bank transfer and began her drive back home, owner of a new airplane.
"Your Daughter-In-Law bought a plane."
"I don't have…you mean Gabby?"
Siobhan grinned. "I know, but I already think of her as so."
"Why did she buy a plane?"
"She's thinking ahead to when Bill starts flight training. She'll fly to him when he has time off."
Cal shook his head. "When are Bill and Becky coming back for winter break?"
"The week before Christmas."
"Do you want to get Amy a camera for Christmas?"
"Yes, I've picked it out already, with a tripod and an assortment of lenses."
"Perfect. Oh! I need to go down to the Store to talk to Logan."
"Okay, the children will be home from school in a little while."
When the kids got off the school bus, Amy put her backpack away and came into the kitchen carrying a drawing board. She turned it around and showed Siobhan.
"Let's go into your art room where the light is better."
Siobhan placed the 11x14 inch board on the easel and stood back. The Christmas tree and the blazing fireplace perfectly bordered the diminutive pixie/Gabby dressed in a shortened Mrs. Claus dress, holding a glass of milk and a plate of cookies. Amy had drawn Gabby with slightly pointed ears and with the big glass and plate, she appeared to be much smaller than her actual height. She really appeared to be a Santa Elf. But Amy had also drawn her with her left leg cocked slightly back and the toe of her foot pointed down. The sexiness was unmistakable. It wasn't risqué, but Ait had the potential to launch the imagination of a pubescent boy. There was sure to be a crowd of likely suspects hanging around this sketch at the art show.
"You didn't sign it."
"I'm practicing my signature. I want it to look professional."
"Amy Honey, don't try to be somebody else. Just be that almost ten year old girl who has a world of talent. When people see this picture, you want them to know that this was drawn by Amy Coleman, a girl who's bursting with talent and has a great future in art."
Amy took the sketch over to her drawing table and wrote her name in the lower right.
"Momma, I have something else to show you."
Amy pulled out another drawing board and showed it to Siobhan. It was of the photo taken of the family at the lake during the summer. Gabby was beside Bill in the photo also. It too was done in colored pen.
"Amy, it's beautiful!. I'm going to have this professionally framed and hang it in the Great Room!"
Amy smiled.
When Cal came home, Amy brought out the third art board from the pack and showed her Father. It was of Bryan, John, Kayleigh and Shannon.
"This is wonderful!"
"Look at this one Cal." Siobhan showed him the family sketch. "I'll have all three framed."
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Post by cavsgt on Aug 18, 2021 20:58:15 GMT -6
Poor pay but once again Thank You for the wonderful story and all of your effort.
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Post by gipsy on Aug 18, 2021 21:22:13 GMT -6
Fine business for sure.
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Post by biggkidd on Aug 18, 2021 21:25:30 GMT -6
Excellent
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Post by ncsfsgm on Aug 18, 2021 22:29:17 GMT -6
Cal had stopped by Frank's to chew the fat when Dale Hartman came in.
Frank turned and saw who it was.
"No free doughnuts today! Frank said out loud, grinning.
"Can it, you fake Greek!. Dale retorted.
"Mornin' Cal."
"Staying busy Dale?""
"Too busy!" Dale said.
"What's going on?
"It's the season. Between now and Christmas we always have rise in purse snatchings, shoplifting, car break-ins and muggings. I guess criminals need to buy presents too. I've got the men spread pretty thin,"
"Where are you having the most problems?"
"Around the Mall and some of the nearby shopping areas."
"I hadn't heard."
"Well, you are a ways out of town."
"No, I haven't heard about any call-up of the 12 Auxiliary Police, who you swore in, out at the HTR."
"I figured they'd be busy."
"Not so busy they won't give you a hand. Sounds like you could use a few plain-clothes around to run interference."
I'll activate them tomorrow."
"I'll call them now."
Cal dialed Andy's number. "Andy, Dale Hartman needs some help and is going to activate the Auxiliaries…."
"When do you want them to report, Dale?"
"In the morning at 08:00."
"Andy, have them report to Dale at the Police Department at 08:00 in the morning. Plain clothes and armed."
"See how easy that was Dale? You need help….just call."
""And I might be able to dig up some doughnuts for you." Frank grinned.
"Ted, Carla you've got a call at the Greer Ranch."
We'll take the Ranch road. It'll be quicker." Ted told Carla.
Ted had immediately used the remote starter as soon as they were alerted, so the ambulance was running when they went into the garage. Carla had slapped the garage door opener button on the wall as she went through to door. They jumped in the ambulance and sped down the road, only slowing when they went through the housing area.
When they got to the Greer Ranch, Dale was sitting on the edge of the porch holding his left side.
"What's going on Dale?" Ted asked
"A stallion slammed me up against a corral post. I think it busted some ribs."
"Okay, I'm going put a support brace on you and help you up then we're going to put you on the gurney. You'll ride with much less pain."
They strapped him on the gurney and got him in the ambulance. Carla started taking vitals and talking to Dr. Gaddy via headset. They were quickly back at the clinic where Dr. Gaddy examined Dale and took a few x-rays.
Up front, the lines on Christine's phone were lit up with calls from curious Ranch residents.
"Dale, you have three fractured ribs. Nothing serious, just painful. We'' keep the brace on to help immobilize movement and give you some pain medication. You need to take it easy for a week or two and you'll be fine. Stay out of the corral."
"But I've got horses to take care of and…"
"You just rest here for a while. I'll be back."
Donald went into his office and dialed Cal's number.
"Cal, are you at the Ranch?"
"No, I'm just coming back from The Junction. I'm about ten minutes out."
"Well, we brought in Dale Greer. Horse slammed him into a post and fractured three ribs. He needs to take it easy but he's worried about taking care of his horses."
"I'm coming straight there Doc."
Cal called Nick. "Nick, Dale Greer got busted up by a horse and needs someone to take over the care of his horses. Can you spare a hand to help him out?"
"Can do Cal. I'll have Hop take care of it."
""I'll pick up Dale at the clinic and take him back to his house. Have Hop meet us there."
"Will do, Cal."
Cal arrived at the clinic and went back to the exam room.
"What happened Dale?"
"Pecos slammed me into a corral post, Cal"
"Yep, sometimes you get the bear, sometimes the bear gets you. Look, I've got one of my hands who's going to take care of the horses until you heal up. He's going to meet us at the ranch and all you have to do is tell him what needs to be done."
"That means you aren't going out and supervise him, you'll stay still and he'll do the work." Dr. Gaddy said.
"Okay Doc.
Cal helped Dale out to his truck and gently drove to Dale's place. Hop was there waiting, leaning against the truck.
Hop and Cal helped Dale into the house to his recliner. Hop sat and listened as Dale told him what needed to be done as to the care and feeding of the animals. When everyone was satisfied, Cal headed straight to the school to make sure Stephanie knew what was going on.
The Art Center held the amateur exhibition in the Mall, where space was generously donated by Mall Management so the Christmas shoppers could enjoy the displays. One of the sponsors had set up drop boxes where shoppers could fill out their information to vote on their favorite exhibit and a chance to win a free vacation to a tropical destination where they would attempt to sell you a time-share.
Amy and Siobhan had just set out an easel and had the sketch artfully displayed when someone shouted "STOP!" Amy looked down the concourse and saw a man running in their direction with a woman's purse in his hand. She looked around, grabbed a folded easel and squatted by a large column, waiting. When the man was almost to the column, Amy thrust the folded easel out and caught the man between his running legs. The man tripped and went flying through the air, purse arching in another direction, jamming his head into the door post of the American Eagle and knocking himself out.
Amy stood, looked up at the horror-stricken face of Siobhan, and grinned.
"Jesus, Mary and Joseph! You are the spit right out of your Father's mouth!" Siobhan gasped.
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Post by paulk on Aug 19, 2021 0:06:13 GMT -6
I started back at the beginning and read straight through again. I have enjoyed the story as much this time as I did before. Thank you for your efforts.
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Post by gipsy on Aug 19, 2021 6:58:21 GMT -6
A good start to the morning
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Post by dannab1 on Aug 19, 2021 8:41:24 GMT -6
Well,found your story because of a discussion on another board. I totally disagree with their thoughts.....I LOVE it! Your characters are great! The balance between daily living and crisis events is really good. I have been camping with limited signal, no radio, no tv, sporadic internet connection where I madly loaded pages of your story ahead so I could read them! No, I'm not hooked! Biggest problem I have is now I am all caught up and patiently (ok NOT) waiting for more!!
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Post by texican on Aug 19, 2021 12:23:13 GMT -6
Darryl had built a jig to glue the 36' round coffee table sides togetherncsfsgm,
A 36' round table would be approximately 1,017 SF in area and have a 113' circumference. It would take a very large room to house this round coffee table not to forget the door to get it into the room. You probably meant 36".
You spin a good tale and are a good author that keeps your readers coming back for more. I find your story to be enjoyable, but your story does not reach the level of a believable PAW story line nor approaching reality. Such as: Two gold mines, multiple lotto winners, multiple millionaire inheritors and so forth creating an enclave approaching a billion dollars if not more in value. Most of the characters have encountered tragedy with spouses that have cheated, been murdered or died tragically of illness and all of these individuals come to one location to be together.
I occasionally proof read for other paw writers that have their stories published. I have noted that your store has numerous grammatical errors. To reach the next level as an author, you need a proof reader to smooth out your writings. Undoubtedly, there are several that read your story that would gladly proof read for you. There will be those that are reading your story that will take exception to my comments, but these are my comments given freely to hopefully take you to the next level as an author if you desire to be published.
Texican....
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Post by papaof2 on Aug 19, 2021 16:20:41 GMT -6
Darryl had built a jig to glue the 36' round coffee table sides togetherncsfsgm,
A 36' round table would be approximately 1,017 SF in area and have a 113' circumference. It would take a very large room to house this round coffee table not to forget the door to get it into the room. You probably meant 36".
You spin a good tale and are a good author that keeps your readers coming back for more. I find your story to be enjoyable, but your story does not reach the level of a believable PAW story line nor approaching reality. Such as: Two gold mines, multiple lotto winners, multiple millionaire inheritors and so forth creating an enclave approaching a billion dollars if not more in value. Most of the characters have encountered tragedy with spouses that have cheated, been murdered or died tragically of illness and all of these individuals come to one location to be together.
I occasionally proof read for other paw writers that have their stories published. I have noted that your store has numerous grammatical errors. To reach the next level as an author, you need a proof reader to smooth out your writings. Undoubtedly, there are several that read your story that would gladly proof read for you. There will be those that are reading your story that will take exception to my comments, but these are my comments given freely to hopefully take you to the next level as an author if you desire to be published.
Texican.... tex, Most don't have a retired schoolteacher wife who'll do proofreading in exchange for dinner out at a favorite restaurant ;-) The commercial proofreading services charge by the word and even $0.01/word adds up impressively when you're talking about 100,000 words - do the math: that's $1,000 - something only the most successful authors can afford (or write off on their taxes - but first you have to sell enough books to be paying that much taxes :-( Proofreading can be a painful, boring task unless it's YOUR story but you know what you intended to write and - unless you wait weeks to go back and check it - you may "see" what you intended, not what's actually there (yesterday I was re-reading some things I wrote in May and I made some corrections - things I didn't see immediately after "finishing" the story). Spell and grammar check are free (LibreOffice is my first choice for a free word processing package) but you will probably have to add words to the dictionary unless you tell it to ignore words in all capitals - but you probably want "PAW", "BAR", "EMP" and "SHTF" to be spelled correctly so they need to be in the dictionary along with "FMJ" and "JHP" ;-) The devil is in the details - it takes hours to read through and correct 50,000 words - usually best done in short segments because you will miss things - again - when you're tired :-( The difference between 36' and 36" may not be obvious to your proofreader so using "feet" instead of ' and "inches" instead of " ensures that you typed what you intended - the keyboard difference between them is whether the Shift key is down and that's an easy typo. Writing can be a LOT of work.
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Post by texican on Aug 19, 2021 20:38:51 GMT -6
Most don't have a retired schoolteacher wife who'll do proofreading in exchange for dinner out at a favorite restaurant ;-) The commercial proofreading services charge by the word and even $0.01/word adds up impressively when you're talking about 100,000 words - do the math: that's $1,000 - something only the most successful authors can afford (or write off on their taxes - but first you have to sell enough books to be paying that much taxes :-( Proofreading can be a painful, boring task unless it's YOUR story but you know what you intended to write and - unless you wait weeks to go back and check it - you may "see" what you intended, not what's actually there (yesterday I was re-reading some things I wrote in May and I made some corrections - things I didn't see immediately after "finishing" the story). Spell and grammar check are free (LibreOffice is my first choice for a free word processing package) but you will probably have to add words to the dictionary unless you tell it to ignore words in all capitals - but you probably want "PAW", "BAR", "EMP" and "SHTF" to be spelled correctly so they need to be in the dictionary along with "FMJ" and "JHP" ;-) The devil is in the details - it takes hours to read through and correct 50,000 words - usually best done in short segments because you will miss things - again - when you're tired :-( The difference between 36' and 36" may not be obvious to your proofreader so using "feet" instead of ' and "inches" instead of " ensures that you typed what you intended - the keyboard difference between them is whether the Shift key is down and that's an easy typo. Writing can be a LOT of work. pp2, Most readers that proof read do it for free for it allows us to read the story ahead of time. Writing is not easy and is appreciated by the readers. Texican....
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Post by NCWEBNUT on Aug 20, 2021 4:16:47 GMT -6
Most of us couldn't care less about misspelled words,punctuation, or grammatical errors, we just love to read new stuff. I for one am not going to point out any errors, as I don't write nor could I begin to have the talent to do so. I do as many avid readers have though out the years have done, enjoy the yarn as its told in any format I can get it. I've seen published works full of errors and have just read past them, it don't take away from the story or so distract me from what they the writer is trying to convey, that I feel the need to quit reading or comment about it. I'm just very thankful the writer took the time to give me mental pleasure in the written form.
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Post by ncsfsgm on Aug 20, 2021 4:27:30 GMT -6
"No Papa, Turn around. We must take the tree in by the base!"
Jacque turned and entered the door first and the two carried the tree into their main gathering room. Francine was there with the tree stand. After getting the stand attached to the tree, the three of them tipped the tree up to the right of the fireplace and argued between the three about when it was exactly placed. They stood there looking at the tree when Gabby saw her Papa and Francine's fingers slowly intermingle. She quietly left the room.
Cal and Darryl carefully made their way into the house with the display coffee table under the fussing guidance of Siobhan.
"There!. Put it down. Now move it a scosh to the right. Giota beag bídeach. TOO MUCH! Back, back, THERE!"
Cal looked at a grinning Darryl and shook his head.
Siobhan picked up a box and sat it in a chair.
"How do you get into this thing?" Siobhan asked.
Darryl and Cal unlatched the hidden latches, lifted the top off and put it out of the way.
"Now you two can go. Go shoot some rustlers or something. I've got work to do!"
Cal followed a laughing Darryl out of the room.
Cal and Darryl went back down to the wood working shop and gave it a thorough cleaning.
"Hey Bro! Ya got your ears on?"
"Yeah."
"Where are you?"
"I'm just turning onto 50 in Pueblo."
"Good! I'm only about 5 miles behind you. Wait for me at the tower."
"Roger."
Bill pulled over at the communications tower and waited. About 8 minutes later he saw a Tahoe coming up in his mirror and pass him. It was Becky. He pulled out and followed her.
Cal's radio chirped a call tone indicating a call from the tower.
"Cal here."
"Cal, Gabby is coming in."
"Roger."
Siobhan looked at Cal. "Well, aren't you going to get her?"
"Siobhan, I had the covered shed rebuilt at the airfield. It now contains two EV34s. Gabby knows about them. If she can't figure it out, Bill needs to trade her in for a mule."
Siobhan reached over and pinched him on the waist. "Be nice!"
Fifteen minutes later, Gabby pulled up in the drive. She came right into the house.
"Billy called. They are two hours out."
"Gabby, Cal said Billy should trade you in for a mule!" Siobhan grinned.
"Oh Siobhan, I'm sure he was trying to make a joke. He knows there aren't enough mules in Colorado to make an even trade for me." Gabby said, grinning.
Cal chuckled. What's Jacque doing?"
Gabby cocked her head and placed her fists on her hips.
"Why he's overseeing the overseers who are overseeing the installation of the holding and fermentation tanks, of course!" She grinned. "Also, the construction begins today to build the new runway."
Cal shook his head rapidly, trying to unscramble what he just heard.
"I thought he was going to use oak barrels to ferment the wines."
"Oh, perhaps 50/50. He's in an experimental stage.
Gabby shifted around nervously. Siobhan is the guest…."
"Everything is prepared Gabby."
"Gabby," Cal said. "I don't think I've told you how much I look foreword to seeing Jacque walk you down the aisle on your and Bill's wedding day."
Gabby looked up at Cal with misting eyes.
"And I can't wait to officially call you 'Dad'"
"Hell, you can call me that now. Why wait?"
Gabby moved over to Cal and wrapped her arms around his waist and laid her head on his chest..
"Thank you…Dad."
Siobhan, Gabby and Cal were talking and laughing when Becky and Bill drove up. Gabby quickly got off the bar stool and hurried to the door. She opened the door and Becky walked through.
"Gab! I'm surprised to see you here!" Becky said, grinning.
Bill came up the steps and Gabby launched herself at him, shuddering. Bill spun her around and kissed her.
"Close the door! I'm not heating the outside too!." Cal shouted.
Becky grabbed the door as the two came in and closed it behind them.
"It feels like it's going to snow." Bill said.
"How was the drive?" Asked Siobhan.
"Not bad. We got here fairly quickly." Becky said.
"Yeah, because you have a lead foot." Bill muttered.
"Only because you practically pushed me here!"
"You two hush! Come on, I'll make some cocoa."
Becky and Bill took off their coats and hung them up.
They all sat at the Breakfast bar. Siobhan poured them cups of hot cocoa.
"I have an announcement to make! Bill said
"I met someone…" Gabby's face turned white.
"...in Administration who looked at my records and said I'm slated to go to Initial Flight Screening in Pueblo after graduation. If that goes well, I'll be heading to Vance Air Force Base for pilot training.
Gabby's heart started beating again. "That is good. Vance is much closer. Only a little over two hours flight time."
Bill looked at her quizzically. "How do you know that?"
"I…uh…did some research. I also bought a new plane, a Cirrus SR-22T. I could make it to Enid, Oklahoma in a little over two hours in it." Gabby said sheepishly.
Cal started laughing.
"You didn't tell me." Bill said.
"I wanted to surprise you Billy.''
Bill leaned over and pecked her on the lips. "And a wonderful surprise it is."
"Is the Cirrus at the airfield?" Bill asked.
"No, I won't receive the plane until mid-January, but I will start transition training after the holidays."
"What does Initial flight screening entail? Cal asked.
"It is nothing but basic flight school. I think I got the green light because I've been flying on the weekends at the cadet field at the Academy. I've even got a syllabus for the Vance training. I should have no problems."
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Post by ncsfsgm on Aug 20, 2021 4:34:22 GMT -6
"Momma! What is this? Becky called from the Reading Room.
Siobhan walk in. "I had Darryl make this coffee table so I could display items that represent our history here at the High Top."
"Just a minute." Becky said, hurrying off.
A few minutes later she came back and handed her Mother two 5x8 pieces of paper.
"I shrunk our adoption papers." Becky explained.
Siobhan looked at the tiny documents, then hugged Becky tightly. "Yes, that was truly a wonderful and monumental time in our lives. Thank you!"
Becky looked at the other things in the case. There was a piece of gold, a spur, a couple of bullets, a small Desert Rose and little locks of hair among the things displayed.
"Momma, I know the significance of most of these things, but you need to at least label the locks of hair. Who would know who they belonged to?"
Siobhan nodded. You're right. If you can think of anything else to add to the display, please feel free to do so."
"Help me here."
Becky helped Siobhan remove the covering glass frame on the table and they added the adoption papers to the display.
"Momma…" Amy whispered. "I need your help."
"What is it Baby?"
"Come." Amy said, pulling on Siobhan's arm.
Amy led Siobhan into the art room and over to the easel.
Siobhan walked around to the window side of the easel and gasped, "Amy!
Amy had done the sketch of Gabby 'the elf." This time she painted it in Acrylic. The colors were absolutely brilliant, from the lights and ornaments on the tree to the red of the dress, to the flickering orange flames. The likeness of Gabby…well, it was like looking at a photo, except Gabby didn't have pointy ears.
"Momma…do you have…" Becky walked in and saw Siobhan standing behind the easel, staring.
"What's…" and Becky froze when she saw what Siobhan was staring at.
"My God! It's beautiful!"
"I painted it for Billy's Christmas present." Amy said.
"Is it dry?" Asked Siobhan.
"Yes, I finished it a few hours ago." Replied Amy.
"Becky, I'm waiting on a call. Would you mind taking Amy to the framers and getting this framed? Pay double if you have to, to get a rushed job!"
"Sure! Amy, wrap it up and get your coat."
"Cal, I'm hiring another Intel guy. We've needed one for some time, but couldn't come up with anyone but narcissistic wanna-bees. This guy is the real deal. Just got out of 5th Group, 18 Fox. Likes the idea of living in Colorado. He's on his way out now."
"Your show. Is he married?"
"Nope. He's undamaged goods, single child, parents deceased. No baggage at all."
"That's a relief. Too many come here scarred. There's an apartment available. Check with Belinda."
"Okay Cal, thanks. Merry Christmas."
"Merry Christmas Andy."
Pat glanced at his GPS. One more hour. He'd left Burlington this morning at 6:00 after grabbing a quick breakfast and a coffee to go. Andy had given him the coordinates to a restaurant he was to meet him at. It should work out that he'd get there in time for lunch.
He felt much better today. When he left Fort Campbell, he did have a little of that anxiety guys who had left the service had told him about, but he didn't feel it much. He was glad to get away. He'd miss some of the personalities, but not the commanders. Too many times his reports had been completely ignored in favor of the more politically correct course of action.
Andy said it was nice and quiet there, something he wanted more than anything. He needed to decelerate and enjoy life a little more. He gazed at the scenery as the Wrangler hardtop hummed west on I-70, towing a trailer with all his worldly goods. His thoughts occasionally drifted to the military but he quickly shut them out. He wasn't in the military anymore. He needed to focus on his new life and job.
He got off I-70 when the cute female voice on his GPS instructed him to. The road incline became steeper and soon he passed a sign saying he was entering the Colorado National Monument. The road wound back and forth with sharp turns and went through a tunnel. He turned at the intersection that was marked with a little sign saying, "Glade Park." Seven more miles to go. Before he knew it, he spotted a group of buildings up on the right, then saw a marque sign reading "Casey's." Pat glanced at the dash clock. Right on time.
Pat got out of the Jeep and stretched, got loose, and went into the restaurant. A waitress came over and seated him at a table. When she handed him a menu and left with his drink order, he switched to the other side of the table so he wouldn't be sitting with his back to the door. As the waitress sat his water on the table, and man came through the door right to his table and held out his hand.
"Hi, Andy Murray."
"Pat Goode, pleased to meet you." Pat said, taking the offered hand."
"How was the drive?"
"Smoother than I thought it would be."
Andy got the attention of the waitress.
"Have you ordered yet Pat?"
"No, I haven't. I was just looking over the menu."
"Try the Elk burger. You won't be disappointed."
Sally walked up to the table. "Sally, I'll have the Elk burger, medium, and fries."
"I'll have the same." Pat said.
"Pat, I'll tell you now. This isn't the military, but like the military, we go on short days around Christmas and New Year's. All I have right now are a couple of security details and a P.I. actually working. We also have several people working as Auxiliary Police in Grand Junction. As for you, we'll have you doing range certs, fill out a bunch of paperwork, show you around, and see if our SCIF will work for you."
"Exactly what will I be doing?"
"What you've been trained to do. Interpret, analyze, and advise. I think you'll find your reports here will be taken more seriously than they might have been in the military. The only agenda we have here is to give the customer the best product we can produce."
"Sounds good."
Sally brought out their meals.
"When we get through eating, I'll take you up to your apartment and start getting you settled in."
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Post by ncsfsgm on Aug 20, 2021 4:39:07 GMT -6
"Yes, this is Siobhan Coleman."
"Mrs. Coleman, this is Carl Berger of Berger and Shultz Advertising. I happened to be down at the Mall the other day and I was extremely taken by your daughter's sketch. Truly brilliant! She seems to be a mixture of Norman Rockwell and Alberto Vargas all mixed into one persona."
"We are beginning to put together next year's advertising campaigns and would like to use your daughter's work. We will pay handsomely, of course. I can have our lawyers to write up a contract for your perusal if you'd like."
"Well, Mr. Berger, I would have to talk with my husband and my daughter to see if she would be interested. We can't let it interfere with her school work and of course if it becomes too much for her, she'll have to stop. Why don't we set up a meeting after the first of the year, to include our lawyers, and we can discuss the matter."
"Of course Mrs. Coleman. I will contact you again after the first of the year. Good bye, and Happy Holidays."
The Ranch was abuzz four days before Christmas. Presents were being wrapped for the Christmas Party, cookies, cakes and other refreshments were being made, the Community Center was being decorated, and Dan Masters was looking for more stuffing for his Santa suit. He had lost a bit of weight during the year. Although school was suspended for the holidays, the teachers held holiday related activities for the children to keep them out of their parent's hair.
The Christmas Party was held the night before Christmas Eve and attended by everyone except a couple security monitoring people This included many of the neighboring ranch families. A big knock-down Santa's sleigh was placed in the Community Center for the kids to donate toys and clothing to less fortunate children. The Sheriff's Department would pick them up after the party.
Everyone was filled with excitement and were having a good time. Pat sat where he could view everything, but kept his excitement in check. He had a calmness he hadn't felt in a long time.
This is what he had been missing, For a while, the grown-ups could shed their worries and wrap themselves in Holiday cheer. The children, filled with excitement and a sugar rush, danced around a laughed. This is why he served his country.
Becky saw the guy sitting alone, observing the activities. She went over to her Father and asked him who he was.
"Oh! That's one of Andy's new guys. I think his name is Pat."
It was time for Santa to hand out the children's presents. Becky and Gabby were dressed up in Christmas Elf costumes to assist Santa. They would read the name on the present, hand it to Santa who would hand it to the child. When the bedlam lessened in intensity, Becky and Gabby took a break and got some eggnog. Becky looked over at where the new man had been sitting. He was still there, now with a smile on his face, watching the children.
Becky walked slowly over sand sat a couple of chairs from him. Pat gave her a slight smile and nodded his head.
"Hi, I'm Becky."
"I'm Pat."
"Do you work for Andy?"
"Yes ma'am."
"Are there more than two word phrases in your vocabulary?"
Pat broke out a big grin.
"Why of course there are. We met just a few seconds ago. Did you want to me to blurt out my life history?"
Becky grinned. "No, that would be weird. That can wait until a later date."
"Are you asking me out on a date?" Pat grinned."
"No-o-o-o-o. I meant another time."
"So, you want to get together at a later time?"
"Yes," Becky said shyly. "That would be nice."
Becky stood. "I've got to get back to work. I'll see you later."
"Later." Pat said, watching her hips sway as she walked away.
All the presents were handed out and the Santa's sleigh was full. Cal called the Sheriff's Department and a cargo van was on its way out to pick the presents up.
The children had settled down to Christmas games and the grownups were nibbling at cookies and drinking coffee.
"Momma. Andy hired a new guy at the facility. He's all alone. Can we invite him over tomorrow and for breakfast Christmas morning?"
Siobhan studied Becky's face. She seemed different. "I suppose so."
Becky fidgeted around then got up and made her way back over to Pat.
"Pat, would like to come to my house for Christmas Eve? We go to church service then go home for cookies and cakes and all sorts of things."
"Pat looked at her. "I suppose so….sure. What time?"
"The Service is at 7:00 PM. but come over for lunch at 1:00 and I can show you around."
"Where do you live?"
"In the big house near the front gate."
Pat's eyebrows raised. "Mr. Coleman's house?
"Of course! I'm Becky Coleman, but you better not let Dad hear you call him 'Mr. Coleman.' He's 'Cal.'"
"Then I'll see you at 1:00."
"Pat caught Andy before he left.
"Andy, Becky Coleman asked me over to her house for lunch tomorrow and Christmas Eve. Is there some rule about seeing the Head Boss's daughter. I feel like I'm dating the General's daughter."
Andy stared at him. "No…no there aren't any rules against it. But let me warn you…if you hurt her, it won't be Cal who comes after you, It'll be Becky. You've done roped you a real she-cat…..or she's roped you! Andy grinned.
Andy chuckled and walked out the door."
The next morning, Becky was feverishly trying to get hold of Charlie. Finally, Charlie answered.
"Charlie, I need something from supply. Can you come up?"
"I'm in town, what do you need?"
"I don't know, I won't know until I see it." Becky said.
"Hell, go down and get what you want. Write down what you take and tape it to the monitor. I'll fix the inventory later."
"Thanks. Charlie."
Becky rushed down to Level 3 and started scrolling through the inventory on the computer screen until she thought she had something, then write down the location. She kept doing this until she had four items. She started going to the locations and looking at the items. She had selected two items, a boxed CRKT Argus folding knife and a pair of heavy antelope skin gloves. She went over to Charlie's monitor and wrote down the description , quantity and location of the two Items and taped the note to the monitor."
She rushed back to her room and wrapped the gloves and knife separately then placed them under tree with all the other presents in the Great Room.
Becky walked nonchalantly into the kitchen.
"…a meeting after the first of the year."
Siobhan stopped her conversation with Cal.
"What's going on?"
"I received a call yesterday from an advertising agency. They want to use Amy's art in an advertising campaign."
"Neat! She'll make a million bucks!"
"Becky, she doesn't need a million bucks."
"So, she gives it all to her favorite charity….look at all the exposure she'll get! Heck, Norman Rockwell painted Christmas Cards before he made it big. Oh! Look at the at the correlation! Rockwell painted Christmas Cards, Amy paints Christmas Elves!"
Cal chuckled. "Well, I guess we need to get a lawyer that represents people who paint Christmas Elves."
"I thought Dale did contract law?" Becky said.
"Yes, yes he does."
"Then he's all you need. The agency draws up the contract, you, as her parents, sign it, Amy makes pictures."
Cal looked at Siobhan and shrugged. "I'll talk to Dale."
"What are we having for lunch Momma?"
Gabby's making Beef Daube Provencal sur une purée de pommes de terre.
"What the heck is that?"
Cal chuckled. "Fancy pot roast over mashed potatoes."
"Oh. That should work. I've got to go change clothes!"
Cal, bewildered, looked a Siobhan. "What's gotten into her?"
"If I'm not mistaken, she's out trolling. She met Andy's new employee last night and has invited him over."
"Well, that's a first. I was concerned she wasn't interested in men."
"No, she just had to wait for the right one."
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Post by gipsy on Aug 20, 2021 8:37:58 GMT -6
Time to build another cabin, Or two.
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Post by biggkidd on Aug 20, 2021 11:26:12 GMT -6
Time to build another cabin, Or two. With that many people living and working as a group things tend to get exponential so 10 more might be a better option and deal! lol
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Post by gipsy on Aug 20, 2021 12:36:05 GMT -6
Lets not get carried away just yet. Have to grow carefully you know, besides he has to keep Sam in business for the long haul.
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Post by paulk on Aug 20, 2021 14:36:09 GMT -6
More please.
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Post by biggkidd on Aug 20, 2021 16:01:47 GMT -6
Sure could use a bunch more new chapters to read my body has decided it's resting for a spell and my mind needs occupied.
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Post by udwe on Aug 20, 2021 23:03:58 GMT -6
Need MORE! Please!
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