If i Give you 5000 dollars evrey day for the rest of m y life will you f*****ing promise not to tell anyone anything a word about what iv'e done
Well, that's hard to promise without knowing who you are.
...And I don't accept bribes!

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If i Give you 5000 dollars evrey day for the rest of m y life will you f*****ing promise not to tell anyone anything a word about what iv'e done
Well, that's hard to promise without knowing who you are.
...And I don't accept bribes!
mini scene in a market place i wrote
The woman stood at the market behind her sprawling vegetables - just as she had always done and her mother had always done. She remembered being a young girl keeping subtle watch over the hustle and bustle of the market yet somehow in her own quiet space. There were still people now but far fewer even in the busiest times.The modern population preferred shopping at Aldi or Tesco or perhaps even Waitrose (if they had something to prove).
The sweet scents of lavender came up from the neighbouring stall: the pungent pleasant aroma masked any other scent that may have been drifting in the air. Signs littered the stall comparing the products to gold and such which only indicated to the public how arrogant the owner of the stall was.
He was the opposite to the caricaturist.
The caricaturist was unfamiliar to her yet he had always been cordial with her despite her tutting at his usual dishevelled appearance - most likely part of his charm. His hands were grubby at best with the dust from his sticks of charcoal etched into every grove. Whoever had raised the boy had obviously never introduced him to a hairbrush, a sponge, and a good bar of soap but had at least educated him how to be polite. The man with the soap was pompous and rude yet always was clean and presentable.
Church bells rang in the distance as a lady seemed to glide through the market throwing the woman a pointed look before advancing to look at the silken scarves. Those coming through the market at these times were usually buying groceries trying to avoid the lunch time rush when all the office workers rushed out like blood seeping from a wound.
She followed the lady, watching her closely as she made her way across the square before snapping back to the tomatoes so not to bring attention to herself. She had only found a few tomatoes smashed which indicated to her that today was perhaps lucky yet the lady indicated otherwise.
The lady definitely knew.
You keep reblogging ominous posts. The crew has been talking. That's all. - Raildon
Does "the crew" in this case mean anyone other than yourself and your god?
Nonetheless, I read you loud and clear! I'll tag such posts in the future.
Phil... Why'd you do it Phil?
Why...
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ALSO CONGRATS ON THE PREGNANCY!
I think whoever wrote this might need to be checked into a hospital, because this makes zero sense.
Want to know you in a sacrilegious way that isn't love or lust I just want to know why you're like this
I’m not sure if I should feel frightened, flattered, or schedule a psychological evaluation.
“Ford Russians Face Loitering Charge,” Border Cities Star. September 26, 1921. Page 3. --- Philip Ozak. Fred Kivonsky, Sam Busko, Joseph Sek, and John Kulick, all Russians of Ford, were brought to Windsor police court today by Chief Albert Maisonville of Ford police who charged them with loitering. They were remanded one week and more serious charges may be laid against them. Chief Maissonville said. They were taken into custody on a Ford street early Sunday morning when they were unable to give a satisfactory account of themselves.
Hi! Do you have any prompts of why person A would be suspicious of person B
Could be something like racism or another prejudice.
Rumours or even like a reputation that B earned a few years ago (maybe they still deserve it or maybe they’ve changed).
Maybe A witnesses something disturbing like something that fans out of their bag or something they accidentally get delivered to their house.
If they live close to each other maybe A has noticed that B only leaves their house at very specific times in patterns. Or they tend to make very short trips somewhere at odd times.
B has very specific information about specific things.
B always has an answer for anything. Normal people tend to pause and say things like “um” and other things like that when telling a story but B speaks in a very rehearsed sense.
Alternatively B seems never to have a good answer for anything.
Avon continues to populate Bunter's Hall of Shame.
Dorothy L. Sayers, Suspicious Characters, Avon #23, 1943. (Suspicious Characters was the original British title for Five Red Herrings.)
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