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Eriica (Ender) Steven's of the NHRA once said at the age of four, "I always think of Angie (Smith) as "The Evangelica" (when talking about super heroes) although not in a super hero way, she's my personal salvation because she proves to me The Bible is Real. That Love Really Does Exist"

(At age four she spelled her name with two eyes)

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In the karma page

When you check always press down the colors

This sometimes may give a new color

The first color is the color for the person that you see. The second is for the soul that inhabits that body or body/face shape

So if a man inhabits my gramma the first will show up as my gramma then the second as the man in her body

Now there is not allowed body takeovers

However this is to still identify people correctly whom for some reason look different than they had originally.

This isn't always for a bad reason.

Alexis Dejoria, I love you! You Satan Spawn! I miss you!! You're so pretty!!

P.S. i saw you on the McDonald's commercial without makeup. You can't hide from me and You can't lie about your age anymore. You looked like shit! --was that MOM jeans you wore?! Your favorite out in public?!?!?! --But i still love you anyway. Old ass lady.

So the commercial was suppose to be all about inner beauty and how we can take off the layers. And just be us.

Get a Happy Meal!

I love it!

The McDonald's jingle is "I'm lovin' it"

And I love you AD

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Me: no jaz you didn't wash the dog's blankets after just one night's of use

Jaz: yeah one night then wash otherwise they begin to stink

Me: and what about your own sheets? Don't tell le you didn't begin to spoil you. They slept on them with you

Jaz: Satan washed my sheets and blankets after one nights of use

Me: you washed the dog's and Satan washed yours...

Jaz: yeah and I got you to get Satan to wash yours and he did the same.

#HeavenLife

Girls instinct is to pinch and scratch when knocked to the ground and punched in the face.

To leave marks

So that the defender has proof of the fight.

One day he's gonna learn to keep his hands off me

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How ya gonna punch then slap your sister two weeks before Christmas. Then wave a gun at her after trying unsuccessfully to shoot her through the window... Shove her about two weeks ago...

And then have to sleep on the sofa because you scared to sleep in your own room cause there was a baby cow (calf) in the yard and you don't know how it got there?!?!?

Coward much?

#domesticabuse #cowards #moocow

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Whenever I feel pain ... I take my finger and draw a circle around it and then I pull it away from my body and then I fling my finger away from me and I say "straight to eradication" or "straight to the dungeon"

It helps... And when I got to do it everyday I tell "tree" and then he tells me he beats the shit out of people to make him feel better cause I got pain.

That helps me feel better too but I've never seen tree do it.

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Weindy: what? Andrew? I never would have guessed

Matt Hagan spinning in circles: who?!?! What?!?!?! Who said Andrew?!!?!? Why am I so wired!?!?!?!!?!?

Dickie said "shut up, you ain't marrying her and I ain't either. Let me (finish) selfishly read this" and he wiped a tear from his eye "this is my family, too, and I never knew what my family been through" And he turned his back on Matt Hagan and he went inside, so he could cry without an audience and can learn about the strongest, most winning, most brave and hard working people he's ever known.

They refused money for food, they thought it came from Snoop, not the Agency.

So Snoop bought them food and water anyway and always told them "you go, you get more"

Snoop spent about $60 on them when they could got $100 every week.

"You saved us from Human Trafficking, we don't want anything else"

Snoop was bugged. Frustrated.

One day I said. "Snoop. You know what they want? They want you to call the cops on them"

"You know what? Sabrina. Shut up. .... You know what? What else? NO!! WHY WOULD I DO THAT? STOP ME WITH YOUR SHIT!"

"Well snoop, I saw me two vacant buildings out there when I was out snooping around. We call Jess. We PAY THEM to fix it up as apartments. They ain't no beggers, see? Then we call the cops on them and FORCE them to live in them. Call them our runaway children or something. Or do a cops blogger where we let them in our little secret. See? Tricks trick."

Snoop put his hand on mine. His giant African American hand on my tiny white lady hand. I thought How different we held a hammer. His hand so big and mine so small. I thought How he was a foot and a half taller nearly it seemed and how tallest work would be easiest for him. Then I realized. I was handicapped. I couldn't work under those types of conditions. I could barely stand. The pain was insufferable.

I jerked my hand from under his. I didn't mean to. It was just.... I wasn't all woman I wanted to be.

And I had anger and disappointment on my face and tears in my eyes.

He peeked at me while his face was still down praying.

And I said "snoop I can't work. I feel like a fraud. I tell these kids all day long they can be anything in the world. And yet I fan barely stand. Walk. And I know hitting a hammer and throwing a ball fan put me in pain for days. How can I keep telling these kids they can win?!" I slammed my hands on the table,

He looked at me with all the hate in the world And growled "YOU JUST DO"

And He swiftly got up and wrapped his giant long arms around me. Andi sobbed for what seemed like hours. Then I sat down.

"So what are we gonna do about these homes?" I looked up his tall frame.

"We're gonna call Jess. Were gonna call payroll and get all them kids on and then we gonna call the cops and make them move in" he smiled at me as if he didn't know my misery.... But he was a bad hider of emotions. Not only did he know it. He felt it, too.

"Ah snoop!!" And I laid my head on his shoulder. And smiled. I sat up "okay! Now we got to get the little kids hammers and DESTROY all the hard work they do!"

He laughed.

"Just the plastic ones -- at first. Then we tell them the kids went all at it after we gave them the day off with pay -- just to be generous. How the little ones escaped me and tore into the sheds and destroyed all their hard work with hammering.... THEN! We will see if they will forgive them and actually teach them a little something with tools that they could use in the future. It could be an adventure!"

"Oh Miss Pippi (Longstocking) only you. Done!"

"Okay then cool. So then it could be (plus) a half day off while they assess the damage"

"With plastic hammers"

"To teach them the rights of belongings. How its unfair and bad luck to undo anyone's hard work. Then we tell them we have to with hold their lunch. And while the older ones eat then we make them sit and watch. Telling them they csn only have crumbs. Cause I tell you snoop. I've never seen a crumb drop on my carpet. They eat CLEAN. THEN they get ice cream and cake. The older ones do. But then we feed the babes. Of course! We always do!"

Spoiler: the kids threw down harder about me saying they could beat anything they wanted with the hammers unless Jesse said not to -- mostly omitting the Jesse part and they had a right to destroy shit that wasn't theirs. Than about not eating. Because they been yelled at unfairly and were gonna hijack the Candy Shack and were making plans. Which they did anyway.

Morale of the Story: the whole education turned inside out. The older kids, The Hobos, learned it was okay to take what they needed.

And Jesse tattled on us about us calling the cops. Well, I was concerned some might run so he asked those that might to stay late. He asked their feelings about cops and their reactions in passing. And funningly, some ran like Hell when the others were escorted in.

(Jason Line, the first one out, faster than the devil himself and the last one in)

Another time we called the cops just to See what they would do and we had to get a search party to find Jason Line.

They were grateful for what little they had. Not only not expecting more, but also turning it down.

Going hungry.

Their histories no one knows.

Their secrets kept for decades.

They weren't homeless. They were simply houseless.

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"Oh please tell me its you. No? Then Victor? Then its gotta be.... Gotta be..."

"A girl with amnesia?!" falls upon his ears many times

A girl with Amnesia, can speak duck, aerodynamics, bear, understand the weight of shoes compared to only the weight of shoelaces.

Its much complex than love.

"Does the weight of your shoelaces have anything to do with the girl hiding by the trash barrels?"

"Oh no. That's not trash, that's metal and very valuable. So is the girl"

When I went to approach her, friendly as usual, she ran.

"Uh is she okay?"

"She's sort of homeless"

"What size does she wear in clothes?"

'Uhh 2 I already kinda sorta asked her in case I could get some money. This morning it was in the shade. But not now. /at the metal buckets\ she said at night it gets cold so she probably sorta didn't mind getting warm. I didnt want to bother her. And hey please don't bother her. Its alright. Sometimes at night I stay with her. Sometimes not. If she asks I do. Please! Its alright? Shes been there awhile, a month or two. She doesn't have much clothes that's why she's dirty. And for the bathroom I got a pot. I clean it in the kitchen before school but I dump it in the toilet first. You do not look mad. Are You alright? You look sort of sad. I thought you would be mad"

"You can wake her up before school starts?"

"Uh what?"

"Lets go shop"

"No I don't want to. You two go on ahead. You and Erica"

"You dont know what I mean do you?" I touched his arm "there are two mats in the school. They are to stay in the school. And you don't need no pot. Just make sure the two of you are up and out before school starts. Where do you usually sleep?"

"In the alley with the boys. We ain't got no house"

"I'll talk to Snoop. We will get you one. Until then,in the school. The whole lot of you. Her too."

"No I don't wanna. But the others they may might"

Later that night after Shawntae took me to the store we snuck to the back of the building and I walked to the end of the barrels and quietly laid down a set of brand new clothes. Short jean shorts and a crop tank, a better style, more upgraded. Chains and embroidery on them.

I woke her just by her feeling my presence. "Hers just one suit. Ill bring you some more tomorrow, okay? Its okay you should go to sleep"

"Huh? I dont want none!" She flung the clothes away down the sidewalk away from us.

"You will. I will bring more. You will wear."

"Huh? Why did your accent change? All of a sudden you sound Spanish. Don't take me to Mexico okay?!?! I just want to sleep with my boyfriend and he ain't here!"

I went to Shawntae and got the sweat pants and sweat shirt in heather gray we got her and laid it on the barrels. She stood up, looked at them. Put on the pants and threw everything else. "Pants that's what I want!!"

"Okay good. Ill bring you some more"

Every night I took a next day outfit and a pajama pants set.

Never did she change her day time clothes. So after a a week I went to ger boyfriend and i told him "tell her to change her daytime clothes or I'll beat her"

"She said she don't wanna. Wait. Those are for daytime?"

"Or I'll beat her"

I saw him round the corner.

About an hour later he came around holding her, carrying her and laughing. She was beating him. Shawntae gasped and grabbed my arm as we watched. He put her down and walked away.

And there she stood in a new shirt.

"She didn't change her pants tho. That girl is a mess" Shawntae said and walked away.

Later that night about 830 I went to the barrels she hid behind and lived behind. "Honey I just want to tell you there's money in those jean shorts. The ones with pockets. So you'd have daytime money so you can go and eat. I put $20 in each pocket. So you got $100 strewn all over the sidewalk. Don't look a gift horse in the mouth alright? Okay see you later!"

"No wait!! I wanna see!!"

I waited as she dug through the pockets.

"Oh my god! Thank you so much!!" She jumped up and gave me a hug. I stopped her from running away from me by holding her waist and looked into her eyes. Then I kissed her cheek and let go of her.

A tear streamed down her face

"But you're not my mom" she refused to move from me.

"But that is okay. I am here to take care of you while I am. There is more to come" I turned to walk away.

"But wait! I can sleep in the school instead of here?!"

"Yes. But if you want to"

"But can I tonight?"

"Being its Saturday you'll not have to be out in the morning until Monday"

"Can y'all help me get my stuff?! There's almost too much!"

We walked to the school. Her boyfriend and her and I. Arms loaded with clothes and more. I helped her fold in the school and emptied shelves for her to put her things.

Later that night i felt something unexpected in the air. Uplifting. Like a party. Only slightly worried she'd gone out of control i walked up to the school, the long way in the dark shadows so i wouldn't be spotted. As if I was out for a nightly jog.

At the school door i stopped short, completely stunned. All of the boys from the alley were moving desks and putting down things they had carried in, blankets and pallets.

Far more boys than I realized hadn't had homes. Teary eyed I walked to the big window and stood there touching the ledge. Talking and smiling. With their few precious possessions.

I realized they probably hadn't eaten far enough or well in Between.

I ran in a flurry down to the candy shack and opened the till. Far plenty i assumed. Over $200.

I called and ordered Dominos pizza "how much can I get for $250 in total for everything, tax included?"

"Just pepperoni?"

"A mix"

"Well a one topping. Lets see here, I'm the manager, are you throwing a party?"

"Feeding the homeless"

"Oh! Okay! Its kinda late for that isn't it?"

"Well they are about to go to bed but they are hungry"

"Ill throw you in an extra. 40 pizzas for $200 flat fee, delivery included. One topping each"

"Oh I dont know if that will be too many... That... That will be perfect. Absolutely. Thank you!!"

I was so excited i hung up without giving the address. But called back almost immediately.

Then I sat and waited and paced in various points near the gate so i could pay and hide and watch their faces from the window.

I stood at the corner. And heard "but we don't have any money!!"

"Its already been paid!! Here to help feed the hungry and helpless homeless!!"

She had to make several trips, the manager delivered herself, and i hid in a crevice on the side of the building so they wouldn't see it was me. I definitely did not want pizza thrown at me or down the sidewalk.

I knew they had pride. But i also knew what it felt like to have a full belly after being out on the streets night after night. They didn't know me. They saw a fancy girl in heels teaching the little ones.

They didn't know me in Kosovo, killing a man over a burger that I didn't even eat the meat from because it was half raw because i was starved and hadn't been able to find food.

They didn't know me in Russia, frost bitten feet and hands, no shoes and no coat, willing to steal anything to keep me warm until I got pulled off the street by Matt who had all the things i needed and i cried plenty because I was so relieved.

Oddly I was less scared to murder and steal than go in a shop and steal from a person i left living whom could have me arrested.

I knew what it was like to be hungry.

Starving.

And I wouldn't put them to shame and let them think they were anything other than the brave men I always had believed they were.

I counted the pizzas and knew they were all in and i stood at the window again. A few went out to fetch more.

"Oh Sabrina! Why are you here? Did you do this??"

"Oh i just heard someone coming up the walk..." And shrugged.

That pizza delivery lady blew my cover and handed me $10 and said "i didn't deserve $20 they did all the work"

"Oh okay"

"Hey.. Do you want to come in and eat with us? I mean its just us hobos"

I nodded "I would like to very much" us hobos. What they didn't know, was i, the fancy super smart teacher, was one too.

Someone else asked what the $10 was for. I said "a prize for who carried in the most"

"Oh shit, we didn't keep count"

"That's okay ill put it here and may be you can draw for it? Play a game? Or another competition"

They left that $10 on my chalkboard for the week....

So two weeks passed. On Friday i left $200 on my desk with a note that said "$200 for 40 pizzas. Ask the lady manager at dominos for the hobo special" the week before. But it was still there on Monday

So i told the kids and Steven said "just throw it around the room and make them find it"

"and get rid of that $10 on the board! Its annoying!"

So we did us it that. Taped the original post it note on the board and then wrote "split the change evenly amongst you"

The kids wrote various other things. Messages to the mysterious hobos I wouldn't tell them the identity of. Although they knew who they were. They saw them every single day. And never knew. Just like me.

"I think I love you hobos" was my most favorite of all.

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