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Swim at Your Own Risk
In 1985, a guest at a pool party found after he drowned in the deep end of the pool. 
The party was for lifeguards who were celebrating a season without any drownings.
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Victim at Lifeguards' Party
Jerome Moody was found on the bottom at the deep end of a 
department pool as the party ended. Mr. Moody, who was 31 
years old, was not a lifeguard, but four lifeguards were on duty at the party.

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Cachy the Poodle, Marta Espina, Edith Solá, Anonymous man		21 October 1988	
A poodle named Cachy, in Caballito, Buenos Aires, fell 13 storeys 
and hit 75-year old Marta Espina, ending both lives instantly. In the 
course of events, 46-year old Edith Solá came to see the incident, 
and was fatally hit by a bus. An unidentified man who witnessed her 
death had a heart attack and also dies on his way to the hospital.

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Nancye Lorraine Carr .1942 – 17 Jan 1950
Daughter of Roger and Mavis
GIRL FATALLY INJURED
Nancy Lorraine Carr, 7, of
Kingston Street, Camperdown,
was fatally injured when she
was knocked down by a car in
Trafalgar Street, Stanmore,
during afternoon. She was
playing with other children
in the street. She ran out
from behind a parked car and
was knocked down by another car.
Central District Ambulance took
her lo the Royal Prince Alfred
Hospital, where she past soon
after admission.
The Sydney Morning Herald, Wednesday 18 January 1950
Rookwood, Cumberland Council, New South Wales, Australia
BURIAL Rookwood Catholic Cemeteries and Crematoria
Plot info: Catholic Mortuary. Sect M2. Area 15. Row 30. Grave 2681

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17 year old boy as rn whilst riding his moped...
That is tragic enough as an event but it was further reported that he was 
exactly a year after his 17 year old brother was riding the same moped 
on the same street, by the same taxi, with the same driver, carrying the 
same passenger.
Both were reported to have collided with a taxi driven by Willard 
Manders. According to their father, John Henry Ebbin Sr. of Woodlawn 
Road, Sandys, even the passenger in the taxi was the same in both instances.

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July 10 death of little Anton Bear. 
The 6-year-old boy, his mother and his 3-year-old sister were walking down 
a road on the edge of the town, about 600 miles southwest of Anchorage 
when a grizzly ambled up in the dim dawn light.
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Anton Bear, 6, male	July 10, 1992		near King Cove, Alaska	
The six-year-old, his mother, and sister were walking down a road 
when they were approached by a grizzly bear.
The family fled, but the boy was chased down by the bear and devoured.

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December 13, 1977, Evansville Aces players, coaches, supporters 
and flight crew boarded a chartered DC-3 plane to travel to Murfreesboro for a game against Middle Tennessee.
Just one minute after taking off, at 7:22 p.m.
 crashed, tragically taking the lives of everyone onboard.
The only member of the Purple Aces who did not die in the crash was 18-year-old freshman David Furr; 
he was out for the season with some infirmary and thus was not on the plane that day. Lucky break? Well…
Davis Lee Furr, weeks after the plane crash, and his younger brother Byron were killed in a car accident near Newton, 
Illinois, leaving the entire 1977 Evansville team dead.

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The King and The Pizzeria

On July 28, 1900, the reigning Italian King, Umberto the First, went to a small restaurant in Monza, near Milan, for his dinner.

He was waited on by the restaurant’s owner personally, and upon taking his order the pizzeria, also named Umberto, realized they shared the same name.

The similarities didn’t end there, however. The two men looked very much alike, and not only that but they both shared the same birthday, March 14th.

On top of that, they were also both born during the same year, 1844, and both of them were born in the town of Turin!

They had both even married a lady named Margherita on the same day! The date of King Umberto’s coronation was also the date that Umberto the pizzeria had opened up his restaurant.

The day after eating at the restaurant, King Umberto learned that the restaurateur had been killed in an unexplained shooting.

Deeply saddened by the death of his newfound friend, the King expressed his regret during a speech to a crowd.

At that moment, an anarchist by the name of Gaetano Bresci pulled out his gun and assassinated King Umberto I dead.

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"Today, after a 72 hour shift at the fire station, a woman ran up to me at the grocery store and gave me a hug. When I tensed up, she realized I didn't recognize her. She let go with tears of joy in her eyes and the most sincere smile and said,
"On 9-11-2001, you carried me out of the World Trade Center."

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Roy Sullivan was hit by lightning seven times between 1942 and 1977  the 
odds of this are 4.15 in 100,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000

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EVANSVILLE — Tragedy struck the community 
of Evansville on Dec. 13, 1977, when a plane 
carrying the men's basketball team crashed 
shortly after takeoff, killing all 29 on board.

The team was headed from the Evansville 
Regional Airport to the Nashville 
International Airport in Tennessee. 
The Purple Aces were scheduled to play 
the Middle Tennessee Blue Raiders. The 
DC-3 crashed roughly 90 seconds after takeoff.

David Furr (Deceased) had an ankle injury at 
the time and did not board the doomed flight. 
However, tragedy struck again just two weeks
after the plane crash when Furr and his brother 
Byron D. Furr (1961-1977) were killed in a car 
crash northeast of Newton on December 27, 1977.

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Lord Carnarvon was the financial backer of the 1922 expedition which recovered the treasure from the tomb of King Tut—and just one of the several expedition members to be struck down by the “mummy’s curse.” When King Tutankhamen’s tomb was excavated, the ominous inscription “Death shall come on swift wings to him who disturbs the peace of the King” was found near the doorway. Sure enough, four months and three days after the tomb was opened, the earl died of an infected mosquito bite. Must be a coincidence, you say? Well, maybe. But when Tutankhamen’s mummy was unwrapped, a strange mark was found on his left cheek, exactly matching the spot of the mosquito bite on Lord Carnarvon’s cheek, which proved to be his death warrant.

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The King’s Double
King Umberto I of Italy came upon his own double by accident. 
While eating dinner at a small restaurant, Umberto noticed that 
the restaurant owner was nearly identical in looks to himself. 
But they soon discovered more similarities: they were both born 
in the same town on the same day in the same year, they both 
married a woman named Margherita, and the owner had opened his 
restaurant on the same day as Umberto was crowned King. Wait, 
it gets weirder: the day after the pair met, on July 29th, 1900, 
the owner was kılled in an accıdental shootıng – the same day 
that Umberto was assassinated.

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On November 26, 1911, three men were hanged in Greenberry Hill in
London after being found guilty of the murder of Sir Edmund Berry. Name 
three of them, among others, Green, Berry and Hill.  

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When a Nebraska church exploded in 1950, not one of the fifteen people who were supposed to be there for choir practice was injured because every member of the choir was late arriving for practice that evening.

Published Dec. 31, 1998 https://www.snopes.com/fact-check/choir-non-quorum/#o0QZYkyXUSMcAEYL.99

Choir Practise usually began at 7:20pm. At 7:25pm, the church exploded. Here's what happened to the people:

The Reverend lit the church furnace in the afternoon and went home to dinner. At 7:10 he was getting ready to go back with this wife and daughter but she had a dirty dress. They were delayed as the mother ironed another one.

Ladona Vandergrift, a high school sophomore, was having trouble with a geometry problem. She knew practise began promptly and always came early. But she stayed to finish the problem.

Royena Estes was ready, but the car would not start. So she and her sister called Ladona Vandergrift, and asked her to pick them up. But Ladona was the girl with the geometry problem, and the Estes sisters had to wait..

Sadie Estes' story was the same as Royena's. All day they had been having trouble with the car; it just refused to start.

Mrs. Leonard Schuster would ordinarily have arrived at 7:20 with her small daughter Susan. But on this particular evening Mrs. Schuster had to go to her mother's house to help her get ready for a missionary meeting.

Herbert Kipf, lathe operator, would have been ahead of time but had put off an important letter. "I can't think why," he said. He lingered over it and was late.

It was a cold evening. Stenographer Joyce Black, feeling "just plain lazy," stayed in her warm house until the last possible moment. She was almost ready to leave when it happened.

Because his wife was away, Machinist Harvey Ahl was taking care of his two boys. He was going to take them to practise with him but somehow he got wound up talking. When he looked at his watch, he saw he was already late.

Marilyn Paul, the pianist, had planned to arrive half an hour early. However she fell asleep after dinner, and when her mother awakened her at 7:15 she had time only to tidy up and start out.

Mrs. F.E. Paul, choir director and mother of the pianist, was late simply because her daughter was from oversleeping.

High school girls Lucille Jones and Dorothy Wood customarily go to practise together. Lucille was listening to a 7-to-7:30 radio program and broke habit of promptness because she wanted to hear. Dorothy just waited for her.

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This story goes back to Kentucky in 1938, when a man named Carl Pruitt came home one day to find his wife in the arms of another man. In a wild fury, he strangled her to death with a chain before killing himself immediately afterward. (The other man fled.) After Pruitt was buried, visitors to the graveyard noticed that discoloration was starting to appear on his tombstone, and it looked eerily similar to a chain. Before long, a boy trying to impress his friends chipped the tombstone by throwing a rock and immediately afterward fell victim to a freak accident that claimed his life—his bicycle chain somehow came off and strangled him as he rode home. The mother of the boy, naturally devastated, decided to vent her anger on the gravestone, hitting it repeatedly with an ax. The following day, she, too, became a victim of the Pruitt grave’s curse. She was found strangled by her own clothesline, which had inexplicably wrapped about her neck as she was hanging laundry. Not long after that, there was another incident which cemented the grave’s reputation for being cursed. A farmer fired a gun at the tombstone while passing the graveyard in his wagon. The horses sped up, frightened by the gunshot, and the farmer was thrown out of the wagon. As he fell, one of the reins wrapped itself about his neck and strangled him. By now, the number of strangulations linked with the grave was starting to look like more than a coincidence, but that didn’t stop two policemen from tempting fate by trying to take photos of themselves at the graveside. When they drove away from the cemetery, they noticed they were being followed by a bright light. As they sped away, the vehicle crashed into a fence, and one of the policeman died, his head almost entirely severed by the chain that hung between the fence posts. For years, people avoided the cemetery, terrified of meeting a hideous death, but in the 1940s, one man decided that he would take the risk of attacking the tombstone with a hammer. He was later found dead by the cemetery gates. How did he die? Yes, you guessed it: He was strangled by the chain that locked the cemetery gates!

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WHAT IS HAPPENING TO ME? DID I CHEATED D*@TH?
Glad You're Alive!
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I'll give you some insight to better understand.

On August 12, 2022, it was a fine evening, and I was excited to go to work. It was my last shift because August 13 and 14 were my restıng days.

While preparing, there was a moment when I felt like something was trying to stop me from going to work. It was payday, and I didn’t have any cash with me. I felt an urge to book a Grab car since it was about to rain, but I ignored that thought. Earlier at home, my work bag broke. I have a lot of bags, but at that moment, I couldn't figure out which one to use since I had so many things to bring. (I packed a change of clothes, hygiene kits, makeup kits, a hair iron, and my laptop because I planned to celebrate my ex's birthday on the 13th, although his actual birthday was on August 12. Since I had a shift on his birthday, I postponed the celebration and decided to use this particular bag.)

I had a rıde to work since my officemate offered to give me a lift as we had the same route and shift time.

My officemate picked me up on his motorcycle (I paid him 100 pesos daily to help with gas and parking fees). He was already at our meeting place, but I was still at home. He said it was okay and that he would wait for me.

When I finally got on his motorcycle, I still hadn’t been able to withdraw money, so I didn’t have any cash. On the way, it started to rain. I saw a big truck and had a brief vision of being in an accıdent, but I brushed it off. We stopped by a gas station to wait for the rain to subside, and he lent me an extra raincoat since we were going to be late. I thought about booking a Grab car again, but I didn’t have cash, GCash, or my debit card connected to the Grab app. So, I decided to continue riding with my officemate.

On the way to BGC, he suggested going back home, but I said it was okay—we could still go to work. However, the rain started to fall harder, and we were looking for a spot to avoid getting soaked. Suddenly, a taxi turned into our lane without using its signal light, and the accıdent happened.

I thought I was going to dıe, and in that short perıod of time, I accepted my fate. It all happened quickly, but during the accıdent, time seemed to slow døwn, and a lot of thoughts ran through my mind. I was certain I was going to die, but I didn’t. I ended up with a large laceration on my left foot. It was a deep wound, and I could see veins and cartilage. I was taken to the hospıtal, and the doctors stitched me up 15 times. They told me I was lucky that night.

In February 2023, after the previous incident, I decided to take the bus to work because I was traumatized by what had happened to me. My officemate is kἰlled in a multiple motorcycle accıdent on his way to work. I cried because he was like a father to me, and his wife, who was close to me, was pr3gnant at the time.
(My friends keep mentioning that what happened last year was a blessing in disguise—if not, I might have been kἰlled along with my officemate.)

Disclamer: My ex-boyfriend and I split up in December 2023 because he was a CHEATER!!

Fast forward to April 1, 2023, when I met my current partner. He’s a good man. I got pr3gnant in June 2023, which was the happiest day of my life.

On August 14, 2023, I was rushed to the hospıtal because I had a miscarriage.

I keep wondering why this happened to me. I loved my baby.

Fast forward to August 14, 2024. I’m currently sıck and possibly facing surgerıes. "I’m still sıck up until now." I also have a cyst on my right bre@st.

I question whether all of this is happening because I cheated deäth two years ago. Or is it just a coincidence?

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Remembering the 1977 Evansville Purple Aces


Tuesday, December 13, 1977 was a cold, rainy evening in Evansville, Indiana. Fog was moving in in front of a cold front, and wind gusts whipped across the prairie. 

The University of Evansville Purple Aces, the men’s basketball team, was preparing to head to a game at Middle Tennessee State University in Murfreesboro, Tennessee. But the team had waited over three hours at the airport before their plane arrived. It had been delayed due to inclement weather.

The players and their new coach, Bobby Watson, were excited and anticipating this game, thinking it could be the beginning of the holiday turn-around games they were expecting to win...

With a 1 – 3 record going into this game, the Aces wanted to prove they had what it would take to bring home a victory, and that their young, optimistic coach was right – in their first season of Division 1 competition they planned to be a force to be reckoned with come spring. And the City of Evansville staunchly supported them!

But at 7:22 p.m., on runway 18 at Evansville Dress Regional Airport, all hopes for the team and their coach ended.

Within 90 seconds after takeoff, the twin-engine Douglas C-53 (DC-3) chartered to fly 
the team to Nashville, lost control and crashed in a nearby field. There were 29 people on board, all of whom lost their lives…

The hometown basketball team was gone. The horror of the crash rebounded around the city, the state, the Midwest, and the country.

The official accident report listed the probable cause of the crash as "An attempted take-off with the rudder and right aileron control locks installed, in combination with a rearward centre of gravity, which resulted in the aircraft's rotating to a nose-high attitude immediately after take-off, and entering the region of reversed command from which the pilot was unable to recover.”

The report also stated that the passenger baggage had not been loaded correctly, creating an improper weight balance in the rear of the plane.

Of those who were, 14 were members of the Purple Aces basketball team, along with Coach Bobby Watson. Also on board were three student managers, three UE officials, the team’s radio announcer, two fans, and four members of the flight crew, along with the president of the airline.

No survivors of the team left, save for one member of the Purple Aces had not been injured. Freshman David Furr, who also served as the team’s statistician, had been sidelined due to an infirmity and was not on the plane that night..
But two-weeks later, Furr and his 16-year-old brother were in a car crash after being hit by a driver. By the end of 1977, all of the members of UE’s Purple Aces were gone.

Remembering those who lost their lives in the crash:

University of Evansville Coach
Robert (Bobby) Watson

Purple Aces Players
Kevin Kingston, senior
John Ed Washington, senior
Tony Winburn, senior
Steve Miller, junior
Bryan Taylor, junior
Keith Moon, sophomore
Warren Alston, freshman
Ray Comandella, freshman
Mike Duff, freshman
Kraig Heckendorn, freshman
Michael Joyner, freshman
Barney Lewis, freshman
Greg Smith, freshman
Mark Siegel, freshman

Student Managers
Jeff Bohnert
Mark (Tank) Kirkpatrick
Mark Kniese

University of Evansville Officials
Bob Hudson, athletic business manager
Gregory Knipping, sports information director
Charles Shike, comptroller

Radio Announcer
Marvin (Marv) Bates

Fans and Boosters
Charles Goad
Maurice (Maury) King

Flight Crew Members & Airline Representatives
Ty Van Pham, pilot
Gaston Ruiz, first officer
Pam Smith, flight attendant
James Stewart, president of National Jet Service, Inc.
Bill Hartford, charter flight manager

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My family        
Story by Pansyk            

I died eight years ago.

It wasn’t particularly tragic. Or unusual. Just a car accident. I don’t blame the man who hit me. He was speeding because his wife was in labor, and there was black ice on the road. He lost control of the car and I lost my life.

It's not his fault. I know that. I’m not cruel. I am not vengeful.

If anything, I’m the opposite..

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u/Pansyk

I don’t blame the man who hit me. He was speeding because his wi҉fé was in labour, and

lost control of the car and I lost my lįfe.

It's not his fault.

I am not vengeful.

I’m the opposite.

You see, I don’t have any family left and I had lost my few friends around that time. When it was time for my funeral, the only people who came was my boss and the family of the man who kılled me. The wi҉fé held her newborn daughter Lily close to her.

I hated my boss, and the cemetery was awfully lonely, so I followed the family home.

Lily may as well have been my own flesh and bľood. She was sweet, and bright, and oh so very small. She had trouble sleeping if someone wasn’t rocking her crib and her parents were so tired. After they put her to bed, it was easy for me to rock her crib for her. I didn’t get tired. I could help her.

As the years passed, Jack and Lori realised that they weren’t alone in the house. It didn’t take long from there to make a connection between my funeral and when I had showed up. And I’d never been malevolent,  so they weren’t afraid or angry.

They started to burn candles on the anniversary of my dEath day. They left an empty chair for meals and holidays. I really felt like… A member of the family.

Someone is trying to force the door.

Its Lori’s ex. He’s obsessive. He’s angry. He’s going to hur͘t the family. My family.

The thing about ghosts, is that the more offerings you get, the stronger you become. Id been enjoying candles, trinkets, and even the occasional food item for the past five years. I was strong from that.

The kn1fe feels warm in my hand. A shock of heat against the ice of my skin.

Lori, Jack, and Lily are my family. I care about them. And they’re not gonna join me yet.

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𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 ౨ৎ
1 don’t compare yourself to other people 
2 repeat number 1 daily

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Smileys & Emotion
Face Smiling
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Grinning Face
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Grinning Face With Big Eyes
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Grinning Face With Smiling Eyes
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Beaming Face With Smiling Eyes
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Grinning Squinting Face
😅
Grinning Face With Sweat
🤣
Rolling on the Floor Laughing
😂
Face With Tears of Joy
🙂
Slightly Smiling Face
🙃
Upside-Down Face
🫠
Melting Face
😉
Winking Face
😊
Smiling Face With Smiling Eyes
😇
Smiling Face With Halo
😘 Face Affection
🥰
Smiling Face With Hearts
😍
Smiling Face With Heart-Eyes
🤩
Star-Struck
😘
Face Blowing a Kiss
😗
Kissing Face
☺️
Smiling Face
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Kissing Face With Closed Eyes
😙
Kissing Face With Smiling Eyes
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Smiling Face With Tear
😛 Face Tongue
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Face Savoring Food
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Face With Tongue
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Winking Face With Tongue
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Zany Face
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Squinting Face With Tongue
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Money-Mouth Face
🤭 Face Hand
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Hugging Face
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Face With Hand Over Mouth
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Face With Open Eyes And Hand Over Mouth
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Face With Peeking Eye
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Shushing Face
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Thinking Face
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Saluting Face
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😑 Face Neutral Skeptical

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Zipper-Mouth Face
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Face With Raised Eyebrow
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Neutral Face
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Expressionless Face
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Face Without Mouth
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Dotted Line Face
😶‍🌫️
Face in clouds
😏
Smirking Face
😒
Unamused Face
🙄
Face With Rolling Eyes
😬
Grimacing Face
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Face exhaling
🤥
Lying Face
🫨
Shaking Face
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Head Shaking Horizontally
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Head Shaking Vertically

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r/shortscarystories
4 yr. ago
myymyy
 
Rollercoaster

"Mooooom, I don't like it. I want to get off!"

I was a bit surprised. He had always been so brave. I was way more afraid than him when we got on. I never liked to be so high up from the ground. "This will be so much fun!", he had said when we were parking the car. I had kinda hoped he would be strong for both of us.

"Oh honey, I'm sorry but we can't get off now, the ride has already started. But remember the small rollercoaster, in the park we went to when you were little? With the funny clown? This is just like that, only bigger. And remember how AWESOME it was?"

My son looked at me with watery eyes. 

He had been so excited about this. I tried to swallow my own nervousness and keep talking to calm him down. My voice was shaking a bit, but I managed to put on a smile.

"It's okay, it's okay. You might feel a bit funny in your stomach. It's because of the speed and the changes in the force that pushes you. It's normal! Listen, do you hear? Other people are scared too."

He looked at me with his kind, blue eyes and nodded. Just barely. I wanted to hug him, but my back was pressing to the seat so heavily I couldn't move enough. So was his. My eyes caught a glimpse of the sun over my sons head. The sky was so bright. I tried to ignore the metallic clanging sound and people screaming somewhere that seemed to be so far away. Oh, how I missed the ground.

Then I felt a big drop on my stomach. We were going faster and faster. My son started sobbing and I tightened my grib on his hand. I thought that he would become such a handsome man someday. He would end up having a good life, and marry a nice girl - or a guy, who knows? I didn't care as long as he was happy. That's all I wanted. For him to be happy and not scared.

"Hey, you know what? Close your eyes. This will be over soon. I'm here. I'm not letting go."

Someone behind us started to scream. I felt my blood run cold. I tried to keep my focus on the one thing that mattered: my sons hand and my calm voice that kept telling him that it was all going to be okay.

Oh, he would become such a handsome man someday. But at this moment he was just a 6 year old boy on his first flight, going to surprise his grandparents all the way across the country.

And the last thing I saw before I closed my own eyes, was the second engine on fire...

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ur phone falls, we panic
ur friends fall, we laugh.
August 3, 2015

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We felt proud as our daughter got on the bus to enjoy her first day of school.
 Our hearts dropped when the real school bus arrived moments later...
✨NyaChat

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I was on the bus on my way to the mall, when a homeless man sat next to me.

He saw that I was looking at the bouquet of flowers he held, and told me that they were for his wife because today is her birthday.

As he got off the bus, he walked into the cemetery and placed the flowers on his wife’s grave.

A love that never dies GMH. 

 Apr 6th, 2010

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December 15, 2013
A Special Needs Family isn't always blood; it's the people in life who celebrate your joys, understand your pain, who love to see you smile, and those who
wipe away the tears

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Petnochlab
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Seeing the horrible mistreatment of 
residents in care facilities, I promised 
never to let my disabled son end up in one.


So when the doctors told me I had 4 weeks to live, I put my son in 
the car and headed toward the lake, ready to keep my promise.

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☁☁☁ 🍁« »🍁 ☁☁☁

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r/TwoSentenceHorror
4 days ago
chacde3


Halfway into our trip, the GPS arrival time switched from “Midnight” to “Never.”
I was so distracted trying to figure out what it meant, I did not notice the truck veering into my lane.

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HAPPY

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r/TwoSentenceHorror
5 min. ago
InfamousInspector863


Her heart raced as the caller informed her that her date had died in a car crash earlier that evening.
She turned slowly to face the person driving, realizing she was sitting next to a complete stranger.

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i am lucky 𖦁　 ˚ 　　　. ✧　　   

　˚ 　　        . ✧　　 　　  ˚ 　　　          . ✧　　˚ 　. 

ᰔ  luck is always by my side

ᰔ  i am the luckiest girl right now

ᰔ  luck never lets me down

ᰔ  it always turns out good 

ᰔ  everything i want is mine

ᰔ  miracles happen to me daily

ᰔ  things always work out for me

ᰔ  i am always just so lucky

                      　　                         ˚           . ✧　　 ˚

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　˚ 　　         . ✧　　 　　   ˚ 　　　           . ✧　　   ˚ 　   . 

everything you are worried about is going to turn 
out ok, i promise you ˙ᵕ˙

‧  ﾟ｡⋆    ⋆.   𖦁 ‧  ﾟ｡⋆    ⋆.   𖦁 ‧  ﾟ｡⋆    ⋆.   𖦁 ‧  ﾟ｡⋆ 

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                                             ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ a small reminder for you,

try not to be so hard on yourself, i know you are trying and giving your best! i know it might sound crazy to you right now but better days WILL come and you will look back at this exact moment and remember how impossible it all seemed. ♡ but look, you DID it! you got through one of your hardest days.
so, don’t give up. healing takes time. it might all seem impossible but you will get there. it doesn’t have to look a certain way, in fact, healing looks different for everyone. go at your own pace and don’t try to rush anything! it’s not a race! ♡ don’t stress yourself out and try to worry less. you are stronger than you think and i KNOW you can do this and get through whatever you are going through! 🌸
                                                                       you GOT THIS! ˙ᵕ˙

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Tuesday 16 October 2012
Smile SMS

        Smile SMS

→ ∂ση ησт gσ ƒσя ℓσσкѕ, тнєу ¢αη ∂є¢єινє. ∂ση ησт gσ ƒσя ωєαℓтн, єνєη тнαт ƒα∂єѕ αωαу. gσ ƒσя ѕσмєσηє ωнσ мαкєѕ уσυ ѕмιℓє вє¢σz σηℓу α ѕмιℓє мαкєѕ α ∂αяк ∂αу ѕєєм вяιgнт. 

→ ѕмιℓє ιѕ ¢σмρℓєтє ωнєη ιт вєgιηѕ ωιтн уσυя ℓιρѕ яєƒℓє¢тѕ ιη уσυя єуєѕ αη∂ єη∂ѕ ωιтн α gℓσω ση уσυя ƒα¢є. ωιѕн уσυ мαηу ѕυ¢н ѕмιℓιηg мσмєηтѕ ιη уσυя ℓιƒє. 

→ ∂яєαмѕ мαкєѕ єνєяутнιηg ρσѕѕѕιвℓє,нσρє мαкєѕ єνєяутнιηg ωσякѕ,ℓσνє мαкєѕ єνєяутнιηg вєαυтιƒυℓ,ѕмιℓє мαкєѕ αℓℓ тнє αвσνє кєєρ ѕмιℓιηg αℓωαуѕ. 

→ нєαят ¢αη ѕкιρ вєαтѕ 4 αωнιℓє мємσяιєѕ ¢αη вє кєρт ιη α ƒιℓє α ∂єѕєят ¢αη яєρℓα¢є тнє ηιℓє вυт... ησтнιηg ¢αη ѕтσρ α ѕмιℓє ωнєη υя ηαмє αρρєαяѕ ση му мσвιℓє.  

→ ησ σηє ιѕ вσяη нαρρу. вυт αℓℓ σƒ υѕ αяє вσяη ωιтн тнє αвιℓιту тσ ¢яєαтє нαρριηєѕѕ. ѕσ тσ∂αу, мαкє σтнєяѕ нαρρу. ƒℓαѕн уσυя ѕωєєтєѕт ѕмιℓє. нανє α ∂αу ƒυℓℓ σƒ ѕмιℓєѕ 

→ кєєρ тнє ѕмιℓє, ℓєανє тнє тєαя, тнιηк σƒ נσу, ƒσяgєт тнє ƒєαя , нσℓ∂ тнє ℓαυgн, ℓєανє тнє ραιη, вє נσυуσυѕ тιℓℓ ι ѕмѕ αgαιη 

→ α gυη ¢αη кιℓℓ ѕσмєσηє. ƒιяє ¢αη вυяη ѕσмєσηє. ωιη∂ ¢αη ¢нιℓℓ. αηgєя ¢αη яαgє тιℓℓ ιт тєαяѕ уσυ αραят. вυт тнє ρσωєя σƒ уσυя ѕмιℓє ¢αη нєαℓ α ƒяσzєη нєαят.  

→ ℓєт мє gυєѕѕ ωнαт υ я ∂σιηg... яєα∂ιηg вσσк? ηα ηα! ℓιѕтιηιηg мυѕι¢? υнυ! ωαт¢нιηg тν? ηαн! ¢αυgнт υ! мιѕѕιηg мє αη∂ яєα∂ιηg му ѕмѕ ηα.!! σн ησω υ я ѕмιℓιηg.  

→ σηє ¢αη∂ℓє єησυgн тσ ¢υт ∂αякηєѕѕ. σηє тяυє ƒяιєη∂ єησυgн тσ мαкє ℓιƒє нαρρу. σηє gσσ∂ gυι∂є єησυgн ƒσя ѕυ¢¢єѕѕ. σηє ѕмѕ ƒяσм уσυ єησυgн тσ мαкє мє ѕмιℓє. 

→ ѕмιℓє ƒσя тнє σηєѕ уσυ ℓσνє… α ѕιмρℓє ѕмιℓє ιѕ αℓℓ ιт тαкєѕ тσ мαкє σηє нαρρу… ℓσνє ¢αη ¢σмє ιη мαηу ∂ιƒƒєяєηт ωαуѕ, ѕнαρєѕ η ѕιzєѕ … вυт α ѕιмρℓє ѕмιℓє ωιℓℓ ¢σηqυєя єνєяутнιηg … αη∂ ℓєανє тнє вєѕт σƒ υѕ ѕρєє¢нℓєѕѕ …  

→ σƒ αℓℓ тнє ѕмιℓєѕ уσυ яє¢єινє∂ тσ∂αу, тнєяє ιѕ α ѕмιℓє уσυ ∂ι∂η’т яє¢єινє. α ѕмιℓє ησт ƒяσм тнє ℓιρѕ вυт ƒяσм тнє нєαят, α ѕмιℓє тнαт ¢αмє ƒяσм мє тσ уσυ.  

→ ιη тнє мσяηιηg, ѕυη gαzєѕ αт мє тσ мαкє мє нαρρу… ¢σσℓ вяєєzє нυgѕ мє тσ ѕєє му ѕмιℓє… вιя∂ѕ ѕιηgѕ тσ мαкє мє ѕмιℓє…. вυт му ∂єαя, тнєу ∂σηт кησω тнαт му ѕмιℓє ιѕ ιη¢σмρℓєтє υηтιℓ ι яємємвєя уσυя ƒα¢є… 

→ αℓωαуѕ вє нαρρу, αℓωαуѕ ωєαя α ѕмιℓє; ησт вє¢αυѕє ℓιƒє ιѕ ƒυℓℓ σƒ яєαѕσηѕ тσ ѕмιℓє вυт вє¢αυѕє уσυя ѕмιℓє ιтѕєℓƒ ιѕ α яєαѕση ƒσя мαηу σтнєяѕ тσ ѕмιℓє. 

→ ѕσмє тιмєѕ….ωнєη ι’м αℓℓ αℓσηє. ι ¢ℓσѕє му єуєѕ αη∂ тнιηк σƒ уσυ… αη∂ тнє тнσυgнт σƒ уσυя ℓσνє ωσямѕ мє ιηѕι∂є αη∂ мαкє мє ѕмιℓє.   

→ ωнєη уσυ ѕмιℓє ιт ℓιкє α ѕυηяιѕє тσ мє. αη∂ ι ωαηт α ∂αιℓу ѕυηяιѕє ιη му ℓιƒє. ѕσ… ѕσ…. ѕσ….. ѕσ…… ѕσ кєєρ ѕ*м*ι*ℓ*ι*η*g 

→ ιƒ єα¢н ℓєαƒ σƒ α тяєє ιѕ уσυя ѕмιℓє тнєη ι ρяσмιѕє уσυ му ∂єαя, ι ωιℓℓ ωαтєя ιт тняσυgн συт му ℓιƒє тσ ѕєє уσυя єνєяgяєєη ѕмιℓє ƒσяєνєя 

→ ∂σ¢тσя’ѕ ρяєѕ¢яιρтιση 4 υ. α ¢υтє ℓιттℓє ѕмιℓє 4 вяєαкƒαѕт. мσяє ℓαυgнѕ 4 ℓυη¢н. ℓσтѕ σƒ нαρριηєѕѕ ƒσя ∂ιηηєя.  ∂σ¢тσя’ѕ ƒєє? αη ѕмѕ ωнєη υ я ƒяєє. 

→ ѕмιℓє: ѕ-ѕєтѕ уσυ ƒяєє м-мαкєѕ уσυ ѕρє¢ιαℓ ι-ιη¢яєαѕєѕ уσυя ƒα¢є ναℓυє ℓ-ℓιƒтѕ υρ уσυ ѕριяιтѕ є-єяαѕєѕ αℓℓ уσυя тєηѕισηѕ ѕσ ρℓєαѕє кєєρ ѕмιℓє. 

→ α ѕмιℓє ιѕ α ωαу σƒ ωяιтιηg уσυя тнσυgнтѕ ση уσυя ƒα¢є, тєℓℓιηg σтнєяѕ тнαт тнєу αяє α¢¢єρтє∂, ℓιкє∂ αη∂ αρρяє¢ιαтє∂. ѕσ, нєяє’ѕ α вιg ѕмιℓє ƒσя уσυ тєℓℓιηg уσυ тнαт уσυ αяє αρρяє¢ιαтє∂  

→ тєαяѕ αяє мσяє тяυтнƒυℓ тнαη ѕмιℓє вє¢αυѕє уσυ ¢αη ѕмιℓє ιη ƒяσηт σƒ єνєяуσηє вυт уσυ ωιℓℓ σηℓу ¢яу ιη ƒяσηт σƒ σηє ωнσ ιѕ ѕρє¢ιαℓ ƒσя уσυ. 

→ ιт ιѕ α ѕ”ιмρℓє” м”ιη∂ тσυ¢нιηg” ι”ηтєяα¢тινє” ℓ”σηg ℓαѕтιηg” є”ƒƒє¢т ωнι¢н ωιηѕ тнє нєαятѕ. уєѕ.. ιтѕ уσυя “ѕωєєт ѕмιℓє” ѕσ кєєρ ѕмιℓιηg αℓωαуѕ, gσσ∂ мσяηιηg! 

→ ιƒ уσυ ωσяяу αвσυт α тяσυвℓє ιт вє¢σмєѕ ∂συвℓє вυт ωнєη уσυ ѕмιℓє αт ιт, ιт ∂ιѕαρρєαяѕ ℓιкє α вυввℓє ѕσ αℓωαуѕ ѕмιℓє αт уσυя ρяσвℓєм. кєєρ ѕмιℓιηg  

→ ѕмιℓιηg ιѕ ιηƒє¢тισυѕ уσυ ¢αт¢н ℓιкє тнє ƒℓυ. ωнєη ѕмιℓє∂ αт тσ∂αу, ι ѕтαятє∂ ѕмιℓιηg тσσ. ι ραѕѕ яσυη∂ тнє ¢σяηєя, αη∂ ѕσмєσηє ѕαω му gяιη. ωнєη ѕмιℓє∂ ι яєαℓιzє ι ραѕѕє∂ ιт ση тσ ιм! ι тнσυgнт αвσυт тнαт ѕмιℓє, тнєη ι яєαℓιzє∂ ιт’ѕ ωσятн. α ѕιηgℓє ѕмιℓє ℓιкє мιηє ¢συℓ∂ тяανєℓ тнє єαятн 

→ ѕιмρℓє мυѕι¢ ¢αη мαкє уσυ ѕιηg, α ѕιмρℓє нυg ¢αη мαкє уσυ ƒєєℓ вєттєя, ѕιмρℓє тнιηgѕ ¢αη мαкє уσυ нαρρу. нσρє му ѕιмρℓє нι ωιℓℓ мαкє уσυ ѕмιℓє …gσσ∂ мσяηιηg…. 

→ ѕнαкєѕρєαяє ѕαι∂ ∂ση’т ωσяяу! вє¢αυѕє ιƒ υ я ωσяяιє∂ υ gєт α ωяιηкℓє, ѕσ ωну ∂ση’т υ ѕмιℓє &αмρ; gєт α ∂ιмρℓє. αℓωαуѕ ѕмιℓє αη∂ вє нαρρу 

→ ℓєт α ѕмιℓє вє уσυя υмвяєℓℓα, αη∂ уσυ’ℓℓ єη∂ υρ ωιтн α ƒα¢є ƒυℓℓ σƒ яαιη 

→ α ѕα∂ gιяℓ ωαѕ ѕιттιηg ωιтн нєя вσуƒяιєη∂. вσу: уσυ αяє тнє 2η∂ мσѕт вєαυтιƒυℓ gιяℓ, ι’νє єνєя ѕєєη gιяℓ: ωнσ’ѕ тнє ƒιяѕт? . . . вσу: ιт’ѕ уσυ  ωнєη υ ѕмιℓє..! 

→ ѕσмєтιмєѕ….ωнєη ι’м αℓℓ αℓσηє. ι ¢ℓσѕє му єуєѕ αη∂ тнιηк σƒ уσυ… αη∂ тнє тнσυgнт σƒ уσυя ℓσνє ωσямѕ мє ιηѕι∂є αη∂ мαкє мє ѕмιℓє.  

→ ιη συя ℓιƒє нαρριηєѕѕ ιѕ мσяє ιмρσятαηт тнαη ѕмιℓє ¢αυѕє ѕмιℓє ¢σмєѕ ƒяσм ℓιρѕ вυт нαρριηєѕѕ ¢σмєѕ ƒяσм тнє нєαят ѕσ вє нαρρу ƒσяєνєя  

→ α ѕмιℓє gινєѕ яє∂ ¢σℓσυя 2 υя ¢нєєкѕ, ωнιтє 2 υя тєєтн, ριηк ¢σℓσυя 2 υя ℓιρѕ, ѕιℓνєя ¢σℓσυя 2 υя єуєѕ,  ѕσ кєєρ ѕмιℓιηg &αмρ; єηנσу тнє ¢σℓσυяѕ σƒ ℓιƒє 

→ ѕмιℓє ƒσя тнє σηєѕ уσυ ℓσνє α ѕιмρℓє ѕмιℓє ιѕ αℓℓ ιт тαкєѕ тσ мαкє σηє нαρρу ℓσνє ¢αη ¢σмє ιη мαηу ∂ιƒƒєяєηт ωαуѕ, ѕнαρєѕ η ѕιzєѕ вυт α ѕιмρℓє ѕмιℓє ωιℓℓ ¢σηqυєя єνєяутнιηg αη∂ ℓєανє тнє вєѕт σƒ υѕ ѕρєє¢нℓєѕѕ 

→ яσѕє ιѕ ƒαмσυѕ ƒσя gяα¢є… α∂νσ¢αтє ιѕ ƒαмσυѕ ƒσя нιѕ ¢αѕє… нσяѕєѕ αяє ƒαмσυѕ ƒσя яα¢є… вυт уσυ αяє ƒαмσυѕ ƒσя ѕмιℓє ση уσυя ƒα¢є…! нανє α ηι¢є ∂αу   

→ α ѕмιℓє gινєѕ яє∂ ¢σℓσυя 2 υя ¢нєєкѕ, ωнιтє 2 υя тєєтн, ριηк ¢σℓσυя 2 υя ℓιρѕ, ѕιℓνєя ¢σℓσυя 2 υя єуєѕ,  ѕσ кєєρ ѕмιℓιηg &αмρ; єηנσу тнє ¢σℓσυяѕ σƒ ℓιƒє 

→ тнєяє ιѕ αℓωαуѕ α яєαѕση ƒσя єνєяутнιηg α яєαѕση тσ ℓινє α яєαѕση тσ ∂ιє α яєαѕση тσ ¢яу, вυт ιƒ уσυ ¢αη’т ƒιη∂ α яєαѕση тσ ѕмιℓє ¢αη ι вє тнє яєαѕση ƒσя α ωнιℓє  

→ ѕмιℓє ιη єαѕє, ѕмιℓє ιη ραιη, ѕмιℓє ωнєη тяσυвℓє, ρσυя ℓιкє яαιη, ѕмιℓє ωнєη ѕσмєσηє нυят υя ƒєℓℓιηgѕ, ѕмιℓєѕ уσυ кησω αяє νєяу нαιℓηg… 

→ ѕσмєσηє ѕσмєωнєяє ∂яєαмѕ σƒ уσυя ѕмιℓє… αη∂ ωнιℓє тнιηкιηg σƒ уσυ ѕαуѕ ℓιƒє ιѕ ωσятнωнιℓє. ѕσ ωнєηєνєя уσυ’яє ℓσηєℓу…яємємвєя ιтѕ тяυє…. ѕσмєσηє ѕσмєωнєяє ιѕ тнιηкιηg σƒ уσυ 

→ тнσυѕαη∂ѕ σƒ ℓαηgυαgєѕ αяσυη∂ тнιѕ ωσяℓ∂ вυт “ѕмιℓє” ¢αη вєαт тнєм αℓℓ. вє¢αυѕє “ѕмιℓє” ιѕ тнє ℓαηgυαgє єνєη α вαву ¢αη ѕρєαк..  

→ нєу.. ℓιѕтєη .. тωσ ρєσρℓє ωєяє αѕкιηg мє уσυя ∂єтαιℓѕ тσ∂αу. ι gανє тнєм уσυя α∂∂яєѕѕ αη∂ мσвιℓє ηυмвєя. тнєу ωιℓℓ вє νιѕιтιηg уσυ ѕσση. тнєιя ηαмєѕ αяє נσу &αмρ; нαρριηєѕѕ. 

→ тнє ωσяℓ∂ ιѕ, тнє ωσяℓ∂ ωαѕ αη∂ тнє ωσяℓ∂ ωιℓℓ вє αℓωαуѕ σηє. ωнαтєνєя уσυ ∂σ ,ωнєяє єνєя уσυ ℓινє αη∂ ωнєяє єνєя уσυ gσ. αℓωαуѕ ρяσυ∂ тσ вє σηє ωσяℓ∂ιαη. נυѕт ℓσνє ιт! 

→ αℓωαуѕ вє нαρρу, αℓωαуѕ ωєαя α ѕмιℓє; ησт вє¢αυѕє ℓιƒє ιѕ ƒυℓℓ σƒ яєαѕσηѕ тσ ѕмιℓє вυт вє¢αυѕє уσυя ѕмιℓє ιтѕєℓƒ ιѕ α яєαѕση ƒσя мαηу σтнєяѕ тσ ѕмιℓє. . . 

→ ѕмιℓє ιѕ ¢σмρℓєтє ωнєη ιт вєgιηѕ ωιтн уσυя ℓιρѕ, яєƒℓє¢тѕ ιη уσυя єуєѕ, &αмρ; єη∂ѕ ωιтн α gℓσω ση уσυя ƒα¢є.. ωιѕн уσυ α ℓσт σƒ ѕмιℓιηg мσмєηтѕ ιη уσυя ℓιƒє…:-) 

→ ιη συя ℓιƒє нαρριηєѕѕ ιѕ мσяє ιмρσятαηт тнαη ѕмιℓє ¢αυѕє ѕмιℓє ¢σмєѕ ƒяσм ℓιρѕ вυт нαρριηєѕѕ ¢σмєѕ ƒяσм тнє нєαят ѕσ вє нαρρу ƒσяєνєя 

→ ιη тнє мσяηιηg, ѕυη gαzєѕ αт мє тσ мαкє мє нαρρу ¢σσℓ вяєєzє нυgѕ мє тσ ѕєє му ѕмιℓє вιя∂ѕ ѕιηgѕ тσ мαкє мє ѕмιℓє вυт му ∂єαя, тнєу ∂σηт кησω тнαт му ѕмιℓє ιѕ ιη¢σмρℓєтє υηтιℓ ι яємємвєя уσυя ƒα¢є 

→ α ѕмιℓє ¢σѕтѕ ℓєѕѕ тнαη єℓє¢тяι¢ιту, вυт gινєѕ мσяє ℓιgнт ѕσ αℓωαуѕ ѕмιℓє &αмρ; ρяσνє тнαт υ αяє тнє вєѕт вυℓв ιη ραкιѕтαη ∂ση’т gєт ƒυѕє∂!  

→ кιℓℓ ∂ ѕтяєѕѕ в4 ιт кιℓℓѕ υ  яєα¢н ∂ gσαℓ в4 ιт кι¢кѕ υ  нєℓρ єνєяу1 в4 ѕυм1 нєℓρѕ υ  ℓινє ℓιƒє в4 ℓιƒє ℓєανєѕ υ кєєρ ѕмιℓιηg:-) 

→ ωнєη ι ѕмѕ уσυ, ι ¢αη ησт ѕєє уσυ. вυт ι кησω ωнєη уσυ яєα∂ му ѕмѕ. α ѕωєєт ѕмιℓє ωιℓℓ ¢σмє ση уσυя ƒα¢є. тнєη ι ρяαу тσ gσ∂ тσ вℓєѕѕ уσυя ѕмιℓє ƒσяєνєя 

→ ιη єα¢н ѕιηgℓє ∂αу, ωє ѕмιℓє &αмρ; ℓαυgн ѕσ мαηу тιмєѕ! ωє ηєνєя тнαηк gσ∂ αƒтєя єνєяу ѕмιℓє! вυт ωє ∂σ вℓαмє нιм ƒσя єνєяу тєαя ωє ¢яу!! нσω ѕтяαηgє вυт тяυє!! 

→ ℓινє ωιтн ησ єχ¢υѕєѕ αη∂ ℓσνє ωιтн ησ яєgяєтѕ. ωнєη ℓιƒє gινє уσυ 100 яєαѕσηѕ тσ ¢яу. ѕнσω ℓιƒє тнαт уσυ нανє 1000 яєαѕσηѕ тσ ѕмιℓє. кєєρ ѕмιℓιηg. 

→ ωιтнσυт ℓσνє ℓιƒє ωαѕтє, ωιтнσυт ѕтσяу мσνιє ωαѕтє, ωιтнσυт му ѕмѕ υя ¢єℓℓ ωαѕтє &αмρ; ωιтнσυт υя ѕмιℓє му ѕмѕ ωαѕтє!!  

→ gєт υρ ƒяσм уσυя ѕσƒт ѕσƒт вє∂. σρєη уσυя тєєηу єєηу єуєѕ. ωєαя тнαт נσℓℓу ωσℓℓу ѕмιℓє. αη∂ ѕαу тσ уσυяѕєℓƒ gσσ∂ мσяηιηg ƒяσм мє, нανє α ηι¢є ∂αу.

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20 OCTOBER 2010
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My best friend died in a car accident on his way to deliver me soup for my cold.

Found in the car was also a bouquet of flowers and a card that read:

“We’ve been best friends for the last 5 years. Now, let’s be lovers for the next 50.”

Unforgettable LGMH

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I see the death of everyone I meet.

(Written by JJX2525, from Reddit)

SHARED JUN 05

I see the death of everyone I meet.

Once, when I was in kindergarten, I got booted out of class for telling the new girl Abigail that she smelt bad̳. I remember it vividly – a bloody-burny-boozy smell that hit me the moment she came in. Abigail burst into tears and I got a stern lecture on telling lıes. But it wasn’t a lie.

My little nose had leapt forward ten years into the future, where a teenage Abigail would drunkenly plough her parent’s Mitsubishi straight into the front of an oncoming bus. When we met again in middle school I smelt it a second time, along with the song she’d be playing on the radio – five seconds of a generic disco beat. The last thing she’d hear.

I know it’s bad҉ to say, but I think there’s something sacred about it. There’s nothing more personal then someone’s last̀ moments of lífe. I try not to take it for granted. It’s hard, sometimes, though, especially once I got older and better at it. Along with smells came sounds, sights, and even feelings, though that last one was rare. In this day and age most people go to their dEath with pastel colours and blinking machines and a faint whiff of hand sanitizer, their brains too fizzled to know what’s about to happen. There are exceptions. Like Abigail, or my middle school gym teacher, who was going to dıe with a deafening bang in a rush of mad courage. I couldn’t hear a word of his opening lecture because my ears were still ringing. Suıcıde will do that to you.

Have I ever told anyone? Of course not. Can you imagine? Even if they did believe me, which I doubt, it wouldn’t be long before curiosity got the better of them. They’d want to know what I saw in them. Which is fine for the heart attacks and the quietly-in-their-sleeps, but what do you say to a m√rder? And no you can’t change it, don’t ask me because I already tried, I already

tried and you can’t beat the system. You just can’t. I already lost someone to that.

Her name was Phoebe and she was in my History class at community college. It was a prettɥ small place and I knew most of the other kids there – except for her. We weren’t on speaking terms because every time she came within a few feet of me I got the urge to vom1t. It was motion sickness, but also something worse – fear. Hers was the worst fear I’d ever felt in another human being. I could hardly stand to be in the same room as her. I managed to avoid her for a couple months, until one day when she arrived late to class. She apologised and looked around, before striding to the back of the room and sitting beside me.

There was nothıng I could do. I felt it all. The nausea, the terror, and a vision too, of me stuck fast in my seat as I hurdles headlong flaming out of the sky – the ocean rushing up towards me – screaming, then –

Smack.

Nothıng.

When I came to she was glaring at me.

‘What is your problem?’ she whispered.

‘What?’ I asked, the uneasiness subsiding. ‘I don’t –‘

‘If you don’t like̢ me then just say so. Quit pretending to be ıll all the time.’

‘Huh?’ I sat up, trying to get a better look at her. We’d never been this close before. She was pretty. I hadn’t thought about how I must look to her, running away every time she got close. ‘I swear it’s not on purpose.’ I said. ‘I’m sick͞ a lot. It isn’t you.’

‘Sure.’ she said, looking back towards the front of the front of the class.

‘Honestly.’ I said. ‘Let me – let me make it up to you.’

She raised her eyebrows. ‘Seriously?’

And that was the start of it. Within a month we were official. It was the happiest time of my life. The sicknesses didn’t go away, but it subsided after a couple minutes, and she stopped taking it personally after a while. Dashing to the bathroom became part of the routine on dates. We did everything together, all the couple things – movies, dinners, walks. It was my first serious relationship. I convinced myself that her dEath – whatever it was – was still years into the future. For a while, anyway.

At the start of the summer she told me she was going to visit her grandparents out of state. ‘The flight’s on Monday. I won’t be gone much more than a week.’

‘Flight?’ I repeated.

‘Yeah.” she replied. ‘Hey, what’s wrong with you?’

I convinced her to take a road trip. I can’t remember the exact excuse I gave. Some nonsense about expenses, life experience, our ‘carbon footprint’. How it took me that long to guess it could be a plane crash I’ll never know. I was in too deep, I guess. But whatever it was I said she must have seen I was serious. She rented a red mini from the local garage and, after we’d packed it up, I kissed her goodbye and said it was the right decision. ‘Okay.’ She laughed. ‘Weirdo.’

Straight after she left I got the urge to call her, but I told myself I was being overprotective. I worked for a few hours, then flopped down in front of the TV. I watched bad reality shows until I got bored, then flicked to the local news station just in time to see the breakıng story of a twelve car pile-up on a suspension bridge, when a truck driver dozing at the wheel had strayed out of his lane, clipping the corner of a passing car which swerved into another, triggering a chain of collisions which ended tragically when – some viewers may find this footage disturbing – a red mini was forced over the side, plummeting into the ocean beloɯ..

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11 hr. ago
daneylion



I was told that I was getting too old to 
be a pilot and that this would be my last 
flight before retirement.


I’m going to make sure for everyone on board that it’s their last flight 
too.

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I found myself opening a door in the basement and then
I saw the endless cavern of hour-glasses as far as the eye could see. 
The closest to the door had the names of my family members etched on them.
I saw the sand in my parent’s hour-glasses about to run out.
I called them and told them to not get on the plane. 
The sand in the hour-glasses refilled.
—Human_Gravy

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ᵂᵃᵗˢᶠᵒʳᵈ⸴ ¹²⸴ ᵒᶠ ᴾᵃᶜⁱᶠⁱᶜ ᴴⁱᵍʰʷᵃʸ⸴
ᴮᵉʳᵒʷʳᵃ⸴ ᶠᵉˡˡ ³⁰ ᶠᵉᵉᵗ ᵈᵒʷⁿ ᵇᵉˡᵒʷ
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ˢʰᵉ ˢˡⁱᵖᵖᵉᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ᶠᵉˡˡ ⁱⁿᵗᵒ ʷᵃᵗᵉʳ ³⁰
ᶠᵉᵉᵗ ᵇᵉˡᵒʷ‧ ᵂʰⁱˡᵉ ᶠᵃˡˡⁱⁿᵍ⸴ ᶠᵒˡⁱᵃᵍᵉ
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ʷᵃˡᵏⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰʳᵒᵘᵍʰ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵘˢʰ ʷⁱᵗʰ ʰᵉʳ
ᶜᵒᵘˢⁱⁿ ʷʰᵉⁿ ʰᵉʳ ᶠᵒᵒᵗ ˢˡⁱᵖᵖᵉᵈ ᵒⁿ ᵃ
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ᴴᵉʳ ʲᵃʷ ʷᵃˢ ᶠʳᵃᶜᵗᵘʳᵉᵈ 
ᵃⁿᵈ ˢʰᵉ ᵖᵃˢˢᵉᵈ ˢʰᵒʳᵗˡʸ ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ
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ᵗʰᵉ ᴴᵒʳⁿˢᵇʸ ᴴᵒˢᵖⁱᵗᵃˡ

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→ уєѕтєя∂αу ιѕ нιѕтσяу. тσмσяяσω ιѕ муѕтєяу. тσ∂αу ιѕ α gιƒт. тнαт ιѕ ωну ιт ιѕ ¢αℓℓє∂ “тнє ρяєѕєηт”. ℓινє ιη “тнє ρяєѕєηт” αη∂ мαкє уσυя ℓιƒє вєαυтιƒυℓ тσ∂αу

→ ƒσυя ƒα¢тѕ тσ ℓινє вєттєя ℓιƒє ; 1ѕт: ηєνєя ѕαу ѕσяяу тσ тнє σηє , ωнσ ℓιкєѕ уσυ. 2η∂: ηєνєя ѕαу вує тσ тнє σηє , ωнσ ηєє∂ѕ уσυ. 3я∂: ηєνєя вℓαмє тнє σηє , ωнσ яєαℓℓу тяυѕтѕ уσυ. 4тн: ηєνєя ƒσяgєт тнє σηє , ωнσ αℓωαуѕ яємємвєяѕ уσυ

→ ѕмιℓє ƒσя тнє σηєѕ уσυ ℓσνє… α ѕιмρℓє ѕмιℓє ιѕ αℓℓ ιт тαкєѕ тσ мαкє σηє нαρρу… ℓσνє ¢αη ¢σмє ιη мαηу ∂ιƒƒєяєηт ωαуѕ, ѕнαρєѕ η ѕιzєѕ … вυт α ѕιмρℓє ѕмιℓє ωιℓℓ ¢σηqυєя єνєяутнιηg … αη∂ ℓєανє тнє вєѕт σƒ υѕ ѕρєє¢нℓєѕѕ …  

→ α ѕιηgℓє нαяѕн ωσя∂ ѕρσкєη αт тнє тιмє σƒ αηgєя ιѕ ѕσ ρσιѕσησυѕ тнαт ιт мαкєѕ υѕ тσ ƒσяgєт тнє 100 ℓσναвℓє ¢σηνєяѕαтισηѕ ωιтнιη ѕє¢ση∂ѕ.

→ ιη συя ℓιƒє нαρριηєѕѕ ιѕ мσяє ιмρσятαηт тнαη ѕмιℓє ¢αυѕє ѕмιℓє ¢σмєѕ ƒяσм ℓιρѕ вυт нαρριηєѕѕ ¢σмєѕ ƒяσм тнє нєαят ѕσ вє нαρρу ƒσяєνєя

→ gσσ∂ вєнανισя ¢αη ¢σνєя тнє ℓα¢к σƒ gσσ∂ ℓσσкѕ вυт gσσ∂ ℓσσкѕ ¢αη ηєνєя ¢σνєя тнє ℓα¢к σƒ gσσ∂ вєнανισя ѕσ кєєρ уσυя вєнανισя αт тнє вєѕт ℓєνєℓ

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I'm 17 and recently lost my mom in a car accident.

As I was rambling on and crying about how she wouldn't be there for my wedding or the birth of my children, my fiance lifted up my head and simply said, 

"Baby, don't worry. She'll have the perfect view." 

Sam, you GMH.

June 24th, 2010, 12:29 AM

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Just today, I found out the real reason of my parents’ deaths‎ 
when I was 10.

When our car lost ıt's brakes and was going to crash, they tried to protect me at the last minute. 
Their bødies were found, covering me while I was non-conscious.

Their never ending love truly GMH.

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The Never Ending Road.

In Corona, California there once was a road known by most of the elder locals as the never ending road. Specifically, the road’s true name was Lester Road.

However, over 70 years ago, Lester Road was an unlit road that people claimed became a never ending road when driven at night. The people who made such a drive were never seen or heard from again.

The legend became so well-known that people refused to even drive Lester Road during the day.

Perpetuation of the legend convinced local law enforcement to investigate around the 1960’s. Lester Road took a sharp left turn at it's end, and there were no guard rails. Beyond the curve lay a canyon, and on the other side of the canyon was another road 

that lined up so well with Lester Road that when viewed from the correct angle, especially at night, the canyon vanished from sight, and the road seemed to continue on up and over the hill on the other side of the canyon. Upon investigation of the canyon, dozens of cars were found, fallen to their doom, with the decomposing bødies of the victims still strapped to their seats.

Law enforcement tried to cover up their findings. They closed down Lester road, letting the trees grow where the road once stood and letting the bødies remain in their final resting place.

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r/shortscarystories
4 yr. ago
MintClicker
 
Moments before the tragedy

At 3, she jumped off the bed.

At 7, she unbuckled her seat belt.

At 12, she went to a sleepover at a friend's house.

At 17, she finally received her driver's license.

At 26, she said yes.

At 30, she went into labor.

At 39, she had one last hurrah.

At 46, she signed the papers to make it final.

At 55, he was diagnosed and had no one to share the news with.

At 61, she celebrated her remission with a night out.

At 22, she looked at herself in the mirror.

At 87, surrounded by her family and friends, she smiled.

There are moments before every tragedy, quick flashes of boredom or happiness, of the expected and unexpected. These moments I see. The little girl jumping off her parents bed and into an unresponsive final state. Another girl attending her first sleepover, excited and giddy, only to succumb to an unknowing fatal nut allergy.

The young woman whose proposal near the shoreline was poorly thought-out, never allowing her to live to see her marriage. The older woman who finally divorced the man she came to loathe, and for that man to not take the finality of it all with dignity or peace.

The man whose diagnosis was terminal. The woman whose 40th birthday ended in heartache and disaster. The girl whose last glimpse in the mirror was of herself, relieved, then raising the pistol to her temple.

These moments, as innocuous as they seem, are the final looks to life before tragedy ultimately hits. And I watch them. I have to. It's my responsibility to take you all from this realm to the next.

It's my duty. And I am sorry; I truly am.

Because now? At this moment, they read the final sentences of a story. Some bored. Some happy. Some expecting this ending; some not.

And I watch as they read these last words, fully oblivious as they are, that this, this is their moment.

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r/TwoSentenceHorror
6 hr. ago
AnonymousNeverKnown

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I chuckled to myself, changing the 'is" to "was" on celebrities' wikipedia pages when they weren't dead.

Imagine my horror when I saw breaking news about a plane crash, killing those very celebrities.

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The other day, I went to my church for youth group. We were making PBJ sandwiches for the homeless people.I wasn't really that happy that day because I was dealing with my parents's divorce.A random man came up and said "Smile
more.You're beautiful."And walked away.
He made my day.He GMH

Aug 7, 2013 at 9:30pm by Anonymous

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The Ethics of Work
Aug 14th, 2015

The Ethics of Work

I have always taken great pride in my job, and in the type of work that I do.
It’s been said that I lucked into my line of work. That may be true, but it is no fluke that I’ve taken it by the reins and become a master. It is sometimes very dirty work, but I never complaine. I’ve always believed that the bad parts of anything must be accepted right along with the good; that applies to one’s livelihood as well as anything else.
I began honing my skills at a very young age. I didn’t know I was doing so, but fate dealt me a kind hand. How fortunate is it to walk into a profession that was naturally developed by things already done in the course of one’s life? Not many can say they’ve been blessed like that.
My job takes no breaks for weather either. Hot, cold, rain, wind, all elements are simply ignored. When there is work to be done, I do it, and I ask no questions. A duty is a duty, and as I said before, I’m proud to perform that duty. I have always had that outlook, from working on the farm and cutting wood as a youth; things had to be done, 
and I did them with a song In my heart and a smile on my face.
Speaking of smiles, my clients are always greeted with one. I think that is important. Not that the smiles were solely for my clientele; my joy in my work puts those smiles there, and no effort in the world could kept them off of my face.
I guess it was inevitable that I’ve begun taking my work home with me. It’s said that if you love your job, you never truly work a day in your life. That certainly applies to me, and I practise my work as often as I can.
I think that’s what gotten me into trouble.
I’ve been relieved of my job, because of my “off the clock” work. I think that’s unfair, but I don’t make the rules. My job was always to help enforce the rules, and I have to respect that now, even though I’m now on the other side of them.
I hear the grindstone outside, sharpening the big axe; the axe that I wielded so professionally and perfectly. I was state executioner, you see.
In a few hours I get to meet my replacement.

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Giggles

Chuck climbed out of the bed and made his way to the bathroom, 

refusing to turn on the bedside lamp in case he disturbed his wife 

whom was låyīng beside him.

Finishing his busıness, he made his way to the sink, and just as he 

began to run the water, thought he heard a faint laughter coming 

from the bedroom.

“Honey? Was that you?”

He listened carefully, but there was no reply from that dark doorway. 

Chuck turned back to the sink and continued to wash his hands, 

certain that it was just his half-asleep brain playing tricks. However, 

moments later, he once again thought he could hear a faint laughter 

from the bedroom.

He turned off the water, and began to make his way back into the 

bedroom. The light was off, and in the bed, he could make out the 

shape of his wife låyīng there.

“Honey? Were you laughing?”

Chuck flicked on the bedside lamp, and in an instant was looking into the 

unblinking đeađ eyes of his wife, her mouth sliced from ear-to-ear in a 

grotesque mockery of a smıle.

Chuck felt his heart freeze, before relief washed over him.

“Oh, it WAS you!” he exclaimed with a smıle as he peeled back the ̛

bed sheets, stıll stiff from the long dried błoođ, and climbed back into ̛

bed, kissing his wife’s cold cheek before turning out the light.

“For a moment there, I thought I was going cRaZy.”

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r/shortscarystories
13 hr. ago
S_G_Woodhouse

I think I'm losing my head

I was driving home after a long day at work.

I blinked, and the next thing I knew, I was at home having dinner with my wife and 2 daughters.

"What's wrong honey" she asked me.

"I don't know. I just feel like I've forgotten something" I replied, confused.

Forgot something? It was much worse than that, I had no memory of going home.

I reassured her and spent the rest of the evening as normal, re-watching one of my favorite movies.

Eventually, I dozed off.

I dreamt strange things.

I saw myself, having a picnic with my parents. Except they weren't smiling and happy like I remembered them.

Instead, they were sitting on the picnic blanket, staring into space, their faces closed and expressionless.

No matter how much I shouted at them in my daze, I couldn't see any life left in them; it was as if they were there, without being there. Detached.

I woke up in my bed, alone.

I looked all over the house, but not only was my wife gone, so were my children.

My cell phone line was dead, no service.

I went outside to get my car and drive to work, thinking I'd try to call my wife a little later.

There was no one on the road but me.

It was as if the whole Earth had emptied out.

I'd dismissed my detachment last night, but I was seriously beginning to wonder if I was losing my mind.

I was lost.

I decided to go to my work to see if anyone was still in town, if a national evacuation drill was underway and could explain everything.

Once there, I rushed back into the building, hoping to find someone who could explain what was going on.

And when I opened the door, I was relieved to see that all my colleagues were there.

At last, I could find out what was going on.

I walked over to a colleague who over the years had become my best friend.

"Hey, what's going on? My family's disappeared and there's nobody left in town," I asked him.

He didn't answer.

I stepped forward to face him, and discovered to my horror that his face and expression were detached exactly the same as my parents' in my dream.

It couldn't be, was I trapped in a nightmare?

I tried to talk to everyone, but they were all in the same state.

My head hurt, my eyes hurt.

I saw lights, and sounds filled my ears even though there was nothing here.

Nothing alive.

My vision began to narrow.

Sounds began to blend together.

Blackness.

Emptiness.

And finally, words I didn't have time to understand came to me for the last time.

"The driver is dead, his head was torn off by the impact."

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Tʀᴜɴᴋ-ᴏʀ-Tʀᴇᴀᴛ
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GᴜʏAᴡᴋs


Tʀᴜɴᴋ-ᴏʀ-Tʀᴇᴀᴛ
“Is ᴛʜɪs ʏᴏᴜʀ ғɪʀsᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴛʀᴜɴᴋ-ᴏʀ-ᴛʀᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ, Jᴀɴᴇᴛ? Yᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ 
ʏᴏᴜʀ sᴏɴ Eᴅᴅʏ ᴀʀᴇ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ɪᴛ!”
Mʏ ɴᴇɪɢʜʙᴏᴜʀ Yᴠᴇᴛᴛᴇ ʙᴇᴀᴍs ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴀᴅᴅɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ғɪɴɪsʜɪɴɢ 
ᴛᴏᴜᴄʜᴇs ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏʙᴡᴇʙs ɪɴ ʜᴇʀ ᴍɪɴɪᴠᴀɴ’s ᴅɪsᴘʟᴀʏ. Aʟʟ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ 
ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀʀᴋɪɴɢ ʟᴏᴛ ɪs ᴀ sᴇᴀ ᴏғ sɪᴍɪʟᴀʀ Hᴀʟʟᴏᴡᴇᴇɴ ᴅᴇᴄᴏʀ ɪɴ ᴄᴀʀ 
ʙᴏᴏᴛs, ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴀs ᴅᴇᴛᴀɪʟᴇᴅ ᴀs ʜᴇʀs.
“Yᴇs” I ᴀɴsᴡᴇʀ, ᴀᴅᴊᴜsᴛɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʜᴏsᴛ ᴅɪsᴘʟᴀʏ ɪɴ ᴍʏ ᴏᴡɴ ᴄᴀʀ 
ᴛʀᴜɴᴋ. “Mʏ ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴍᴏᴠᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀᴇ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄɪᴛʏ.”

“Oʜ ɪᴛ’s sᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴠᴇɴɪᴇɴᴛ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴛʀɪᴄᴋ-ᴏʀ-ᴛʀᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ. 
Iɴsᴛᴇᴀᴅ ᴏғ ᴛᴀᴋɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴋɪᴅs ᴅᴏᴏʀ-ᴛᴏ-ᴅᴏᴏʀ ᴄᴏʟʟᴇᴄᴛɪɴɢ ᴄᴀɴᴅʏ, 
ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴇ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴘᴀʀᴋ ᴏᴜʀ ᴄᴀʀs ɪɴ ᴀ ʟᴏᴄᴀʟ ᴄʜᴜʀᴄʜ ᴘᴀʀᴋɪɴɢ ʟᴏᴛ 
ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏʟʟᴇᴄᴛ ᴛʀᴇᴀᴛs ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴘᴇɴ ᴛʀᴜɴᴋs. Lɪғᴇ’s ᴀʟʟ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴀᴅᴀᴘᴛɪɴɢ.”
Eᴅᴅʏ ʙᴏʙs ɪɴ ᴇxᴄɪᴛᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ ɪɴ ʜɪs ᴍᴏɴsᴛᴇʀ ᴄᴏsᴛᴜᴍᴇ. Eᴀɢᴇʀ, ʜᴇ 
sᴇᴛs ᴏғғ ʀᴜɴɴɪɴɢ ᴛᴏᴡᴀʀᴅs ᴛʜᴇ sᴘᴏᴏᴋɪʟʏ ᴅᴇᴄᴏʀᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴍɪɴɪᴠᴀɴs 
ᴀɴᴅ ᴋɪᴅs ʟɪɴɪɴɢ ᴜᴘ ғᴏʀ ᴄᴀɴᴅʏ.

“Tʜɪs ᴅᴏᴇs sᴇᴇᴍ ғᴜɴ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪᴅs, Yᴠᴇᴛᴛᴇ” I ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴍʏ ɴᴇɪɢʜʙᴏᴜʀ  
ᴡʜɪʟsᴛ sʜᴇ ᴘᴀssᴇs ᴏᴜᴛ ᴄʜᴏᴄᴏʟᴀᴛᴇs. “Bᴜᴛ ʜᴏᴡ sᴀғᴇ 
ɪs ᴛʜɪs? Wɪᴛʜ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇsᴇ sᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀs’ ᴄᴀʀs…”
“Hᴏɴᴇʏ, ᴛʀᴜɴᴋ-ᴏʀ-ᴛʀᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ ɪs ᴍᴜᴄʜ sᴀғᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴛʀɪᴄᴋ-ᴏʀ-
ᴛʀᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ!” sʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀssᴜʀᴇs ᴍᴇ. 
Sᴜᴅᴅᴇɴʟʏ, I ʜᴇᴀʀ ᴛʜᴇ sᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴏғ ᴀ ᴄᴀʀ ʙᴏᴏᴛ sʟᴀᴍᴍɪɴɢ sʜᴜᴛ ᴀɴᴅ 
ᴀɴ ᴇɴɢɪɴᴇ ʀᴏᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʟɪғᴇ. Tʜᴇ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ SUV ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴅ ᴏғ 
ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀʀᴋɪɴɢ ʟᴏᴛ ɪᴍᴍᴇᴅɪᴀᴛᴇʟʏ ʙᴇɢɪɴs ʀᴀᴄɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀʏ. 
Eᴅᴅʏ ɪs ɴᴏᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ sᴇᴇɴ.

“Hᴇʏ!” I sᴄʀᴇᴀᴍ. 
Eᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ sᴘɪɴs ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅɪʀᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ I’ᴍ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴛᴏ sᴇᴇ ᴛʜᴇ 
SUV ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛɪɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴡɪɴᴅᴏᴡs ᴇʀʀᴀᴛɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ ᴘᴜʟʟɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ. Wɪᴛʜ ᴀ sᴄʀᴇᴇᴄʜ 
ɪᴛ ɢᴏᴇs ᴛᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴘᴀsᴛ ᴜs.
Aᴛ ᴏɴᴄᴇ, ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀᴜɴᴋ-ᴏʀ-ᴛʀᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ ᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛs ʙᴇɢɪɴ sʜᴏᴜᴛɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ 
ɢɪᴠɪɴɢ ᴄʜᴀsᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍʏsᴛᴇʀɪᴏᴜs ᴠᴀɴ ᴀs ɪᴛ ғʟᴇᴇs, ᴀʟʟ ᴡʜɪʟsᴛ 
ғʀᴀɴᴛɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ ᴄʜᴇᴄᴋɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴄʜɪʟᴅʀᴇɴ ᴀʀᴇ sᴀғᴇ.
“Is ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ ᴍɪssɪɴɢ?!”

Aᴍɪᴅsᴛ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀɴɪᴄᴋɪɴɢ ᴄʜᴀᴏs, I ɴᴏᴛɪᴄᴇ Eᴅᴅʏ ʀᴜɴɴɪɴɢ ᴜᴘ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ. 
I ʀᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ɪɴ ʀᴇʟɪᴇғ ᴀɴᴅ ɢɪᴠᴇ ʜɪᴍ ᴀ ʙɪɢ ʜᴜɢ.

“Aʟʟ ᴅᴏɴᴇ—ɴᴏ ᴏɴᴇ ɴᴏᴛɪᴄᴇᴅ ᴀ ᴛʜɪɴɢ” ʜᴇ ᴡʜɪsᴘᴇʀs ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ ғɪᴇɴᴅɪsʜʟʏ. 
I sᴍɪʟᴇ ᴀ ғɪᴇɴᴅɪsʜ sᴍɪʟᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋ.
Tʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴇᴘᴀʀᴛɪɴɢ ᴠᴀɴ, ᴅʀɪᴠᴇɴ ʙʏ ᴍʏ ʜᴜsʙᴀɴᴅ, ᴡᴀs ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴇʀғᴇᴄᴛ ᴅɪsᴛʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ.

Iᴛ ʟᴇғᴛ ᴍʏ sᴏɴ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴄʀᴀᴡʟ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀʀs 
ᴘᴀʀᴋᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʙʀᴀᴋᴇ ʟɪɴᴇs. Tᴏɴɪɢʜᴛ, ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴇᴀᴄʜ 
ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇsᴇ ʜᴇʟᴘʟᴇss ғᴀᴍɪʟɪᴇs ᴅʀɪᴠᴇ ʜᴏᴍᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ’ʟʟ ғɪɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇᴍsᴇʟᴠᴇs 
sᴍᴀsʜɪɴɢ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʀᴇᴇs ɪɴsᴛᴇᴀᴅ ᴏғ ᴅɪɢɢɪɴɢ ɪɴᴛᴏ sᴡᴇᴇᴛs.

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Cavan Observer
Published in Cavan, county Cavan

September 4, 1858

AWFUL ACCIDENT.--On Sunday morning, a woman named Emily WYNDHAM, came by a most sudden and lamentable death in her residence, Bond-street. The poor woman had been standing on a stool, in her own kitchen, reaching for something on the top of a press, when the stool gave way from beneath her, and she fell on her head on a cradle beside where she had been standing, and, sad to say, broke her neck. She expired in a few minutes after the dreadful accident. The unfortunate woman was the wife of a labouring man, and has left six children, the youngest being three months old.--"Belfast News-Letter."

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--On Saturday last, Francis, the only son of Mr. MALLON, of Mullyards, came by his death under the following circumstances: Fastened to a beam in his father's house, the boy, who was just ten years old, had a swing, in which he used to seat himself by standing on a form. It appears that on this occasion there happened to be a halter thrown over the same beam. When the boy was about to adjust himself in the swing, the form on which he was standing upset, and in falling to the ground the headstall of the halter became entangled round his neck. There was no person in the house at the time; and the poor boy, unable to extricate himself, was almost immediately strangled. An inquest was held on the following day by Arthur R. KAY, Esq., coroner, and the jury returned a verdict in accordance with the facts.--"Armagh Guardian." http://www.irelandoldnews.com/Cavan/1858/SEP.html

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Apr 1, 2013, 2:38 PM
Finally in bus home I'm going to make me some I Taliban meatballs>
Umm Italian>
Hello I seriously meant Italian ok?>

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12 hr. ago
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Stinging paın jolts me awake, but my
broken bødy reminds me that I did
survive the plane crash.
Dozens of exotic snails are grazing my motionless bødy, slowly
tearing into my flesh, while I can do nothing but silently witness my 
torment..

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1 day ago
saltwatertaffy324

I focussed solely on my children, telling myself the moments wouldn’t last forever once they grew up

It wasn’t until after I put them on the bus did I check my phone to see all the alerts about cancelled school.

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Jun 8, 2010
I was driving past a retirement home today and two old people were laughing and playing like little kids.
Then, I saw the lady hop on the back of her husband's wheelchair and go for a ride. They GMH.

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My grandfather recently died, and as we were going through his stuff he had THOUSANDS of pictures of my grandmother.

Pictures of her sitting there, eating, smiling, laughing. She said he would follow her around with a camera so he wouldn’t miss a single time she smiled. 

His love for her GMH.

June 19th, 2010, 1:37 AM

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“I woke up in a joyful mood and went to my mirror with a smile on my face; only, my reflection wasn’t smiling back at me.” -Aubrey Lichtfield

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3 hr. ago

IAbstainFromSociety

My attempt to break into the cockpit with the fire axes failed, as the cockpit doors had been reinforced to protect against terrorism.

Alone in the cockpit, there was nothing to stop my suicidal co-pilot from crashing the plane into the mountains..

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They're just so darn cute



I love being a 2nd grade teacher. The kids in my 
class are so cute and innocent. They're at the 
perfect age. I used to teach sixth grade, but I 
quickly realised how that it was a mistake, whence
cliques form, the bullying flourishes, and kids 
learnt how to be terrible to each other. By then,
they're corrupted by bad role models, no respect 
for authority and no desire to learn.
No; 2nd grade children are far better! The parents 
are still making an attempt to shield them from the 
harshness of the world. They look at me with wide 
eyes, eager to learn, taking in all I share with them.
My favourite day, is Valentine's Day. They make little 
paper packets they place on their desks to be filled 
with cards and/or candy. This year, I baked some
delicious cookies at home and I arrived early to 
deliver one to each student. I’m so excited to see the 
reactions.
I smile all morning. I smile as the kids arrive, dressed 
in red and pink. I smile as they happily tear into their 
construction paper holders to see what's inside. I 
smile as they give me an adorable thank-you once 
they see the cookies I've made them. I smile as they 
bite into them. And I smile as they one by one fall to 
the ground, shaking and turning blue.
After all, they're at such a cute age. It would be a 
shame to let them grow up.

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Most people agree that dying while being asleep is the best way to dıe. Peaceful, not signs of tortur͘e nor paın. My grandma used to say angels carry them, the ones who are dying while being asleep, to heaven. But sometimes angels can be clumsy and drop them by accident.

Remember the time you felt like falling in your sleep and suddenly woke up?

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ᴸᵃᵗᵉ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳⁿᵒᵒⁿ⸴ ʰᵉ ʷᵃˢ ʳᵉᵃᵈʸ ᵗᵒ ᵍᵒ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ʰᵒᵘˢᵉ 
ᵃⁿᵈ ʷᵃˢ ʷᵃⁱᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᶠᵒʳ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉˡᵉᵛᵃᵗᵒʳ ᵗᵒ ᵗᵃᵏᵉ ʰⁱᵐ ᵈᵒʷⁿ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᵍʳᵒᵘⁿᵈ ᶠˡᵒᵒʳ ‧ 
ᴮᵘᵗ ʷʰᵉⁿ ⁱᵗ ˢᵗᵒᵖᵖᵉᵈ ᵃᵗ ʰⁱˢ ᶠˡᵒᵒʳ⸴ ⁱᵗ ʷᵃˢ ᵛᵉʳʸ ᶠᵘˡˡ‧ ᴼⁿᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ ⁱⁿˢⁱᵈᵉ ˡᵒᵒᵏᵉᵈ ᵃᵗ ʰⁱᵐ ᵃⁿᵈ ˢᵃⁱᵈ⸴ 
“ᵀʰᵉʳᵉ’ˢ ʳᵒᵒᵐ ᶠᵒʳ ᵒⁿᵉ ᵐᵒʳᵉ‧” ᴵᵗ ʷᵃˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᵈʳⁱᵛᵉʳ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ʰᵉᵃʳˢᵉ‧ 
“ᴺᵒ⸴ ᵗʰᵃⁿᵏ ʸᵒᵘ⸴
ᴵ’ˡˡ ʷᵃⁱᵗ ᶠᵒʳ ᵗʰᵉ ⁿᵉˣᵗ ᵒⁿᵉ‧”

ᵀʰᵉ ᵈᵒᵒʳˢ ᶜˡᵒˢᵉᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉˡᵉᵛᵃᵗᵒʳ ᵇᵉᵍᵃⁿ ᵗᵒ ᵈᵉˢᶜᵉⁿᵈ‧ 
ᴹᵒᵐᵉⁿᵗˢ ˡᵃᵗᵉʳ⸴ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ ʷᵃˢ ᵃ ᵗᵉʳʳⁱᵇˡᵉ ᶜʳᵃˢʰ ᵃⁿᵈ ˢʰᵒᵘᵗˢ 
ᵃⁿᵈ ˢᶜʳᵉᵃᵐˢ ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈ ᵇᵉ ʰᵉᵃʳᵈ‧ ᵀʰᵉ ᵉˡᵉᵛᵃᵗᵒʳ ʰᵃᵈ ᶜᵒˡˡᵃᵖˢᵉᵈ‧ 
ᴬˡˡ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ ⁱⁿˢⁱᵈᵉ ʷᵉʳᵉ ᵏⁱˡˡᵉᵈ‧

[ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᔆᶜᵃʳʸ ᔆᵗᵒʳⁱᵉˢ ᵗᵒ ᵀᵉˡˡ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᴰᵃʳᵏ⸴ ᵇʸ ᴬˡᵛⁱⁿ ᔆᶜʰʷᵃʳᵗᶻ]

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BUDI. BUDIG.

BUDIG, Ray G.; d 1936 Aug, auto accident, Omaha NE; bur McCook; (I88)
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BROWN, E. R.; r: Palisade
C. BROWN, Opal, b ca1921;
.......badly injured, auto accident, N of Palisade; 1938; (I130)
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 .ʀᴇᴅɴᴀᴛsʏʙ ʀᴏ ,ᴍɪᴛᴄɪᴠ ,ɴɪᴀʟʟɪᴠ ᴇʜᴛ ᴇʙ ʀᴏᴛᴀʀʀᴀɴ ᴇʜᴛ ᴇᴠᴀʜ ɴᴀᴄ ᴜᴏY
.ᴀᴍᴜᴀʀᴛ ɢɴɪʏғɪʀᴏʟɢ ᴏɴ ᴛᴜʙ ,ᴛᴏʟᴘ ᴇʜᴛ ᴏᴛ sɴɪᴀᴛʀᴀᴘ ᴛɪ sᴀ ʀᴀғᴏsɴɪ ʏʀᴏᴛs ɴɪ ).ᴄᴛᴇ ,ᴇsᴘʏʟᴀᴄᴏᴘᴀ ,sɴᴏsɪᴏᴘ ,ʜᴛᴀᴇᴅ ʏʙᴀʙ ,ʟᴀʙɪɴɴᴀᴄ( sᴄɪᴘᴏᴛ ʟᴀɪᴛɴᴇᴛᴏᴘ ɴᴏɪᴛɴᴇᴍ ɴᴀᴄ ᴜᴏY
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)ʟᴜғᴛᴄᴇᴘsᴇʀsɪᴅ sᴀ .ᴄᴛᴇ ,sᴇʀᴜᴛʟᴜᴄ ,sɴᴏɪɢɪʟᴇʀ ,sᴇɪᴛɪʀᴏʜᴛᴜᴀ ɴɪᴀᴛʀᴇᴄ ɢɴɪʏᴀʀᴛʀᴏᴘ( sᴘᴜᴏʀɢ ɢɴɪᴘʏᴛᴏᴇʀᴇᴛS~
 .ᴄᴛᴇ ,ɴᴏsɪᴏᴘ ,ᴛᴄᴜᴅʙᴀ ʏʟᴘᴍɪ ɴᴀᴄ ᴜᴏʏ ʜɢᴜᴏʜᴛʟᴀ )ᴇɢᴀɪʀʀᴀᴍ ᴅᴇɢɴᴀʀʀᴀ ,ɴᴏɪᴛᴀᴛɪᴏʟᴘxᴇ ᴇᴋɪʟ( ᴇsᴜʙA~
.ғʟᴇsᴇɴᴏ ᴇᴄɪғɪʀᴄᴀs ʀᴇᴛᴄᴀʀᴀʜᴄ ᴀ ᴇᴠᴀʜ ,ʀᴇᴠᴇᴡᴏʜ ,ɴᴀᴄ ᴜᴏY .ᴄᴛᴇ ,ᴍʀᴀʜ ғʟᴇS~
'ᴛsᴏʜɢ ғᴏ ᴇᴄɴᴇsᴇʀᴘ ᴛᴀ sʟᴡᴏʀɢ ɢᴏᴅ ᴇʜᴛ' ᴇᴋɪʟ ɢɴɪʜᴛᴇᴍᴏs ᴇʙ ɴᴀC .sʟᴀᴍɪɴA~
 .ʟɪᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴄɪʜᴘᴀʀɢ ʏʀᴀssᴇᴄᴇɴɴᴜ ɢɴɪᴅɪᴏᴠᴀ ,ᴇʀᴏG~
.ɢɴɪʜᴛᴇᴍᴏs ʀᴏ 'ʀᴀᴇᴅ ʜᴏ' ᴇᴋɪʟ ʏᴀs ɴᴀC .ʏᴛɪɴᴀғᴏʀP~

:sᴘɪᴛ ᴇᴍᴏs ᴇʀᴀ ᴇʀᴇH .ᴛsɪᴡᴛ ᴛᴏʟᴘ ᴇᴍᴏs ʀᴏ ɢɴɪᴅɴᴇ ᴇʜᴛ ʏᴀᴡᴀ ᴇᴠɪɢ ʏᴀᴍ sɢɴɪɴʀᴀᴡ ʀᴇɢɢɪʀT
.ᴋᴄᴀᴛᴛᴀ ᴄɪɴᴀᴘ ᴇsᴜᴀᴄ ᴏᴛ sᴀ ɢɴɪɴᴇᴛʜɢɪʀғ ᴏᴛ ᴛᴏɴ ᴛᴜʙ ,ʏʀᴀᴄs ᴇʙ ᴏᴛ ᴛɴᴀᴇᴍ s'ʀᴏʀʀᴏʜ ,ᴇsʀᴜᴏᴄ ғO
.ᴛɴᴜᴏᴄᴄᴀ ᴏᴛ-ɴɪ ᴇᴋᴀᴛ ᴏᴛ sᴇɴɪʟᴇᴅɪᴜɢ ᴇᴛᴀʀᴇᴅɪsɴᴏᴄ ᴇᴍᴏs s'ᴇʀᴇʜT
.ᴄᴛᴇ ,ᴇᴠɪᴛᴄᴇᴘsʀᴇᴘ ,s'ɴᴀᴍᴜʜ-ɴᴏɴ ғᴏ ɴᴏɪᴛᴀᴄɪғɪɴᴏsʀᴇP
 .sɴᴏsᴀᴇʀ ᴛɴᴇʀᴇғғɪᴅ ʏɴᴀᴍ ʀᴏғ ʀᴏʀʀᴏʜ ᴇᴋɪʟ ʏᴀᴍ ᴇʟᴘᴏᴇP

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Warning: This item may contain sensitive themes such as nudity.

ᔆᵉʳᵉⁿᵉˡˡⁱ
ᴿʰʸᵐᵉˢ⠘ ⁻ɛˡⁱ
ᔆᵉʳᵉⁿᵉˡˡⁱ ⁱˢ ᵃ ˢᵘʳⁿᵃᵐᵉ‧

ᵂᵉˡˡ ᵏⁿᵒʷⁿ ⁿᵃᵐᵉˢᵃᵏᵉˢ‧‧
⁻ᴳⁱᵃⁿᶜᵃʳˡᵒ "ᴳᵃᵗᵒ" ᔆᵉʳᵉⁿᵉˡˡⁱ ᴾᵉˡˡᵉᶜʰⁱᵃ ⁽ᵇᵒʳⁿ ¹⁰ ᴶᵘˡʸ ¹⁹⁸¹ ⁱⁿ ᶜᵃʳᵃᶜᵃˢ⁾ ⁱˢ ᵃ ⱽᵉⁿᵉᶻᵘᵉˡᵃⁿ ʳᵃᶜⁱⁿᵍ ᵈʳⁱᵛᵉʳ‧
⁻ᴬˡᵉˢˢᵃⁿᵈʳᵒ ᔆᵉʳᵉⁿᵉˡˡⁱ⸴ ᴼᶠᴹ ᶜᵃᵖ‧ ⁽² ᴶᵘⁿᵉ ¹⁸⁸² – ⁶ ᴹᵃʸ ¹⁹⁷⁰⁾ ʷʳᵒᵗᵉ ⁱⁿ ʰⁱˢ ʷⁱˡˡ ᴹᵃʸ ⁵⸴ ¹⁹⁶¹ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ˢⁱⁿᶜᵉʳᵉ ᵃᵖᵒˡᵒᵍⁱˢⁱⁿᵍ ᶠᵒʳ ᵗʰᵉ ᵃᵇᵘˢᵉ ᵒᶠ ᴹᵃʳⁱᵃ ᴳᵒʳᵉᵗᵗⁱ

ᴾʰᵒⁿᵉᵗⁱᶜᵃˡˡʸ ᔆⁱᵐⁱˡᵃʳ ᴺᵃᵐᵉˢ
ⁿᵃᵐᵉ	ᔆⁱᵐⁱˡᵃʳⁱᵗʸ
ᔆᵉʳⁱⁿᵉˡˡⁱ	⁸⁹
ᔆᵉʳᵃⁿᵉˡˡⁱ	⁸⁹
ᶜᵉʳᵉⁿᵉˡˡⁱ	⁸⁹
ᔆᵉʳᵉⁿᵉˡˡʸ	⁸⁹
ᔆᵉʳᵉⁿⁱˡˡˡᵃ	⁷⁴
ᔆᵉ́ʳᵉ́ⁿᵉˡˡᵃ	⁶⁷
ᶻᵃʳᵃⁿᵉˡˡⁱ	⁶⁷

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ᴵᶠ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃʳᵉ ᵃ ᵀᵒᵐᵇˢᵗᵒⁿᵉ ᵀᵒᵘʳⁱˢᵗ⸴ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃʳᵉ ᵃʷᵃʳᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᶜᵉᵐᵉᵗᵉʳⁱᵉˢ ᵃʳᵉ ʳⁱᶜʰ ʳᵉᵖᵒˢⁱᵗᵒʳⁱᵉˢ ᵒᶠ 
ʰⁱˢᵗᵒʳʸ⸴ ᵃʳᵗ⸴ ᵃʳᶜʰⁱᵗᵉᶜᵗᵘʳᵉ⸴ ᵃⁿᵈ ˢᵗᵒʳⁱᵉˢ‧ ᵀʰⁱˢ ᵀʳᵃⁱˡ ⁱˢ ᵃ ᶜʳᵉᵃᵗⁱᵛᵉ ʷᵃʸ ᵗᵒ ᶜᵒᵃˣ ᵒᵗʰᵉʳˢ ⁱⁿᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ 
ᵍʳᵃᵛᵉʸᵃʳᵈ ᶠᵒʳ ᵃ ᶜʰᵃⁿᶜᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵉˣᵖˡᵒʳᵉ ʷʰᵃᵗ ⁱˢ ʳᵉᵃˡˡʸ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵃᵈᵐⁱʳᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵒⁿᵘᵐᵉⁿᵗˢ ᵃⁿᵈ 
ˢᵗᵒʳⁱᵉˢ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵒˢᵉ ʷʰᵒ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵍᵒⁿᵉ ᵇᵉᶠᵒʳᵉ‧
ᴾʳᵉˢⁱᵈᵉⁿᵗ ᴶᵒʰⁿ ᶠ‧ ᴷᵉⁿⁿᵉᵈʸ ˢᵃⁱᵈ⸴ “ᴬ ⁿᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ ʳᵉᵛᵉᵃˡˢ ⁱᵗˢᵉˡᶠ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵒⁿˡʸ ᵇʸ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵉⁿ ⁱᵗ ᵖʳᵒᵈᵘᶜᵉˢ 
ᵇᵘᵗ ᵃˡˢᵒ ᵇʸ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵉⁿ ⁱᵗ ʰᵒⁿᵒʳˢ⸴ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵉⁿ ⁱᵗ ʳᵉᵐᵉᵐᵇᵉʳˢ‧”
ᶜᵉᵐᵉᵗᵉʳⁱᵉˢ ᵃʳᵉ ᵃʳᵗ⸴ ʰⁱˢᵗᵒʳʸ⸴ ᵍᵉⁿᵉᵃˡᵒᵍʸ⸴ ᶜˡᵃˢˢ⸴ ʳᵉˡⁱᵍⁱᵒⁿ ᵃˡˡ ʳᵒˡˡᵉᵈ ⁱⁿᵗᵒ ᵒⁿᵉ‧ 
ᴺᵒʷ⸴ ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵃⁿ ‘ᵛⁱˢⁱᵗ’ ᵃ ᶜᵉᵐᵉᵗᵉʳʸ ᵒⁿ ˡⁱⁿᵉ‧  ᵂʰⁱˡᵉ ⁱᵗ’ˢ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵃᵐᵉ ᵃˢ ˢᵗʳᵒˡˡⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰʳᵒᵘᵍʰ ᵃ 
ʷⁱⁿᵈʸ ᵃᵘᵗᵘᵐⁿᵃˡ ᶜᵉᵐᵉᵗᵉʳʸ⸴ ˢᵉᵃʳᶜʰⁱⁿᵍ ᶠᵒʳ ᵃⁿ ᵃⁿᶜᵉˢᵗᵒʳ’ˢ ᵍʳᵃᵛᵉ⸴ ⁱᵗ ᵈᵒᵉˢ ᵐᵃᵏᵉ ˢᵉⁿˢᵉ ⁱᶠ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ 
ᵒʳ ᶠⁱⁿᵃⁿᶜᵉˢ ᵃʳᵉ ʰᵒˡᵈⁱⁿᵍ ʸᵒᵘ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵐᵃᵏⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗʳⁱᵖ‧  ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵃⁿ ˢᵗⁱˡˡ ˡᵒᶜᵃᵗᵉ ᵃⁿ 
ᵃⁿᶜᵉˢᵗᵒʳ’ˢ ᶠⁱⁿᵃˡ ʳᵉˢᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵖˡᵃᶜᵉ ᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ⁱⁿᵗᵉʳⁿᵉᵗ⸴ ᶜᵒᵐᵖˡᵉᵗᵉ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵃ ᵖʰᵒᵗᵒ⸴ ᵒⁿ ˢⁱᵗᵉˢ ˢᵘᶜʰ ᵃˢ 
ᶠⁱⁿᵈᵃᵍʳᵃᵛᵉ‧ᶜᵒᵐ ᵃⁿᵈ ⁱⁿᵗᵉʳᵐᵉⁿᵗ‧ᶜᵒᵐ
ᶜᵉᵐᵉᵗᵉʳʸ ᵒᶠᶠᵉʳⁱⁿᵍ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ᶠᵒʳ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸᵒⁿᵉ; ʰⁱˢᵗᵒʳʸ⸴ ᵃʳᶜʰⁱᵗᵉᶜᵗᵘʳᵉ⸴ ᵃʳᵗ⸴ ʷᵃˡᵏⁱⁿᵍ ᵗᵒᵘʳˢ ᵃⁿᵈ 
ⁿᵃᵗᵘʳᵉ⸴ ᵃˡˡ ⁱⁿ ᵃ ˢᵉʳᵉⁿᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵇᵉᵃᵘᵗⁱᶠᵘˡ ˢᵉᵗᵗⁱⁿᵍ‧
ᴰᵃⁿ ᵂⁱˡˢᵒⁿ⠘
ᴵ ˢᵗᵃʳᵗᵉᵈ ᶜᵒˡˡᵉᶜᵗⁱⁿᵍ ⁱⁿᶠᵒʳᵐᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠᵃᵐⁱˡⁱᵉˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ ʷʰᵒ ᵃʳᵉ ᵇᵘʳⁱᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ‧  
ᴬ ˡᵒᵗ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ʰᵒʷ ᵗʰᵉʸ ᵈⁱᵉᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ʰᵒʷ ᵗʰᵉʸ ˡⁱᵛᵉᵈ⸴ ˢᵒ ⁱᵗ’ˢ ᵏⁱⁿᵈ ᵒᶠ ᶠᵃˢᶜⁱⁿᵃᵗⁱⁿᵍ‧  ᴺᵒᵗ ᵒⁿˡʸ ᵈᵒ 
ʷᵉ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵇᵘʳⁱᵃˡ ⁱⁿᶠᵒʳᵐᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵒᵘˢᵃⁿᵈ ᵒᶠ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ⸴ ʷᵉ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ʷʰᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉʸ ᵈⁱᵈ ᶠᵒʳ ᵃ ˡⁱᵛⁱⁿᵍ 
ᵗʰᵉⁱʳ ʳᵉˡᵃᵗⁱᵛᵉˢ⸴ ʷᵉ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵃˡˡ ᵏⁱⁿᵈˢ ᵒᶠ ⁱⁿᶠᵒʳᵐᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ⸴ ᶜᵒᵒˡ ˢᵗᵒʳⁱᵉˢ‧ ᵀʰᵃᵗ’ˢ ᵗʰᵉ ʰⁱˢᵗᵒʳʸ ᵖᵃʳᵗ ᵒᶠ 
ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵗᵘᶠᶠ ᴵ ˡⁱᵏᵉ‧
ᴵ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ⁱⁿᶠᵒʳᵐᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᵃⁿᵈ ᴵ ʰᵃᵗᵉ ᵗᵒ ˢᵉᵉ ⁱⁿᶠᵒʳᵐᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᵈⁱᵉ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ‧ 
ᴵ ʳᵉᵐᵉᵐᵇᵉʳ ʷᵃˡᵏⁱⁿᵍ ᵃˡᵒⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ᵍʳᵃᵛᵉˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵇᵉⁱⁿᵍ ᶠᵃˢᶜⁱⁿᵃᵗᵉᵈ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵗʰᵉ ⁿᵃᵐᵉˢ 
ᴬˡᵒʸˢⁱᵘˢ⸴ ᴱᵈʷⁱⁿᵃ⸴ ⱽⁱᶜᵗᵒʳⁱᵃ⸴ ᴺᵃᵗʰᵃⁿⁱᵃˡ‧ ᵀʰᵉʸ ᵃˡˡ ˢᵒᵘⁿᵈᵉᵈ ᶜʰᵃʳᵐⁱⁿᵍ ʸᵉᵗ ᵒˡᵈ ᶠᵃˢʰⁱᵒⁿᵉᵈ‧ 
ᴬˢ ᴵ ᶠⁱᵍᵘʳᵉᵈ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵃᵍᵉˢ ᵒᶠ ᵈᵉᵃᵗʰ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵗʰᵒˢᵉ ˢᵗᵒⁿᵉˢ⸴ ᴵ ʷᵒⁿᵈᵉʳᵉᵈ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ˡⁱᵛᵉˢ ᵒᶠ 
ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ ʷⁱᵗʰ ʷʰᵒˢᵉ ⁿᵃᵐᵉˢ‧ ᴴᵃᵈ ᵗʰᵉʸ ᵐᵃʳʳⁱᵉᵈ? ᴰⁱᵈ ᵗʰᵉʸ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᶜʰⁱˡᵈʳᵉⁿ? ᴴᵃᵈ ᵗʰᵉʸ 
ᵇᵉᵉⁿ ʰᵃᵖᵖʸ? ᴴᵃᵈ ᵗʰᵉʸ ʰᵃᵈ ᵃ ᵍᵒᵒᵈ ˡⁱᶠᵉ? ᴬⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉⁿ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ ʷᵉʳᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉᵖⁱᵗᵃᵖʰˢ⠘ ᴰᵉᵃʳ 
ᴮʳᵒᵗʰᵉʳ⸴ ᴿᵉᵐᵉᵐᵇᵉʳᵉᵈ ᴬᵘⁿᵗ⸴ ᴮᵉˡᵒᵛᵉᵈ ᵂⁱᶠᵉ⸴ ᵃⁿᵈ ᴼᵘʳ ᴮᵃᵇʸ – ᵗʰᵒˢᵉ ʷᵉʳᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵗᵒⁿᵉˢ 
ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵃˡʷᵃʸˢ ᵍᵃᵛᵉ ᵐᵉ ᵖᵃᵘˢᵉ‧ ᴵᵗ ʷᵃˢ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵉᵃˡⁱᶻᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵃᵗ⸴ ʸᵉˢ⸴ ᶜʰⁱˡᵈʳᵉⁿ ᵉᵛᵉⁿ ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈ‧  
ᔆᵒ ʷʰᵉⁿ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵒⁿᵉ ᶜᵒᵐᵉˢ ᵒᵘᵗ ʰᵉʳᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵛⁱˢⁱᵗˢ ᵃ ᵍʳᵃᵛᵉ⸴ ᴵ ᶜᵃⁿ ˢᵃʸ⸴ ʸᵒᵘ ᵏⁿᵒʷ⸴ ⁵⁰ ʸᵉᵃʳˢ 
ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵒⁿᵉ’ˢ ᵖᵃˢˢᵉᵈ ᵃʷᵃʸ⸴ ⁱᵗ’ˢ ᵏⁱⁿᵈ ᵒᶠ ᶜᵒᵒˡ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ᵃᵇˡᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵗᵉˡˡ ᵗʰᵉᵐ ᵃ ˢᵗᵒʳʸ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ 
ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵉʳˢᵒⁿ⸴ ˢᵒᵐᵉ ˡⁱᵗᵗˡᵉ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉʸ ᵈⁱᵈ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵏⁿᵒʷ‧ ᴬⁿᵈ ʸᵒᵘ ʲᵘˢᵗ ʷᵒⁿᵈᵉʳ ʷʰᵒ ᵗʰᵉʸ ʷᵉʳᵉ‧ 
ᴵ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵏ ʷᵉ ᵒʷᵉ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ ᵗʰᵉⁱʳ ʰⁱˢᵗᵒʳʸ‧ ᵀʰⁱˢ ᵃᵖᵖˡⁱᵉˢ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵒⁿˡʸ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵒˢᵉ ʷʰᵒ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ʳᵉᶜᵉⁿᵗˡʸ ᵖᵃˢˢᵉᵈ 
ᵇᵘᵗ ᵃⁿᶜᵉˢᵗᵒʳˢ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵍᵉⁿᵉʳᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿˢ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ‧  ᵀʰᵉ ᴵⁿᵗᵉʳⁿᵉᵗ ᵐᵃᵏᵉˢ ᵈᵉᵗᵉᶜᵗⁱᵛᵉ ʷᵒʳᵏ ᵐᵒʳᵉ ᵖᵒˢˢⁱᵇˡᵉ 
ᵃⁿᵈ ᵐᵘᶜʰ ᵉᵃˢⁱᵉʳ ⁿᵒʷ‧ ʸᵒᵘ’ˡˡ ᵇᵉ ˢᵘʳᵖʳⁱˢᵉᵈ ʷʰᵃᵗ ⁱˢ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ‧

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ᶜᵉᵐᵉᵗᵉʳⁱᵉˢ‧
ᵂʰᵃᵗ ᶜᵃᵐᵉ ᵗᵒ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵐⁱⁿᵈ; ᶠᵃᵐⁱˡʸ? ᴾᵉᵃᶜᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᑫᵘⁱᵉᵗ? ᴹᵒⁿᵘᵐᵉⁿᵗˢ?
ʸᵒᵘ ᵐⁱᵍʰᵗ ˡᵒᵒᵏ ᵃᵗ ᵃ ʳᵃⁿᵈᵒᵐ ᵍʳᵃᵛᵉ
ᴴᵉʳᵉ ˡⁱᵉˢ ᔆᵐⁱᵗʰ
¹⁹ˣˣ⁻?
ᴰᵒ ʸᵒᵘ ʷᵒⁿᵈᵉʳ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵉʳˢᵒⁿ?
ᴵ ʷᵒᵘˡᵈ'ᵛᵉ ᵇᵉᵉⁿ ᵃⁿ ⁱⁿᶠᵃⁿᵗ ʷʰᵉⁿ ʰᵉ ᵖᵃˢˢᵉᵈ‧‧‧
ᵂᵃˢⁿ'ᵗ ᵍʳᵃⁿᵈᵖᵃ ᵇᵒʳⁿ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵃᵐᵉ ʸᵉᵃʳ?
ᴴᵒʷ ᵈⁱᵈ ᔆᵐⁱᵗʰ ˢᵖᵉⁿᵈ ʰⁱˢ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ?
ᵂᵃˢ ᔆᵐⁱᵗʰ ˢᵃᵗⁱˢᶠⁱᵉᵈ ᵇʸ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ ʰᵉ ᵈⁱᵉᵈ⸴ ᶠᵘˡᶠⁱˡˡⁱⁿᵍ ᵃˡˡ ʰⁱˢ ᵈʳᵉᵃᵐˢ? 
ᵂᵃˢ ⁱᵗ ˢᵘᵈᵈᵉⁿ ʷʰᵉⁿ ⁱᵗ ʰᵃᵖᵖᵉⁿᵉᵈ⸴ ᵒʳ ʷᵃˢ ⁱᵗ ᶠᵒʳˢᵉᵉⁿ?

ᵂʰᵉⁿᵉᵛᵉʳ ᴵ ᵍᵒ ᵗᵒ ᵃ ᵍʳᵃᵛᵉʸᵃʳᵈ⸴ ᴵ ᵗᵉⁿᵈ ᵗᵒ ʷᵃⁿᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵉˣᵖˡᵒʳᵉ ⁿᵉᵃʳᵇʸ ᵍʳᵃᵛᵉˢ; ʳᵉᵃᵈⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ⁿᵃᵐᵉˢ⸴ ᵗʰᵉⁱʳ ˡⁱᶠᵉᵗⁱᵐᵉ‧‧‧
ᴰʳʸ ˡᵉᵃᵛᵉˢ ᶜʳᵘⁿᶜʰ ᵃˢ ᴵ ʷᵃˡᵏ ᵈᵒʷⁿ ᵃ ʳᵒʷ‧ ᴵ ᶜᵃⁿ'ᵗ ʰᵉˡᵖ ᵇᵘᵗ ʷᵒⁿᵈᵉʳ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ ʷʰᵒᵐ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵉᵐᵒʳⁱᵃˡˢ ᵃʳᵉ ᶠᵒʳ‧
ᴸᵒᵒᵏˢ ᵇʳᵃⁿᵈ ⁿᵉʷ; ᵒʰ⸴ ⁱᵗ ˢᵃʸˢ ²⁰ˣˣ ˢᵒ ⁱᵗ ᵐᵘˢᵗ ᵇᵉ ʳᵉᶜᵉⁿᵗ‧
ᴬᵐᵃᵇᵉˡ; ʷʰᵃᵗ ᵃ ᵇᵉᵃᵘᵗⁱᶠᵘˡ ⁿᵃᵐᵉ! ᴬᵐᵃᵇᵉˡ‧‧‧
ᴿⁱᵍʰᵗ ⁿᵉᵃʳ ᵗʰᵉⁱʳ ᵇⁱʳᵗʰᵈᵃʸ‽ 
ᴬ ʰᵉᵃʳᵗ ˢʰᵃᵖᵉᵈ ᵍʳᵃᵛᵉ‧‧‧
ᴵ ᶜᵃⁿ'ᵗ ʰᵉˡᵖ ᵇᵘᵗ ʷᵃⁿᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ‧ ᔆᵒᵐᵉ ᵃʳᵉ ʸᵒᵘⁿᵍᵉʳ ᵗʰᵃⁿ ᵒᵗʰᵉʳˢ ʷʰᵉⁿ ᵗʰᵉⁱʳ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ ᶜᵃᵐᵉ‧ ᵂʰᵃᵗ ʰᵃᵖᵖᵉⁿᵉᵈ? ᴴᵃᵛᵉ ᵗʰᵉʸ ᵃⁿʸ ᶠᵃᵐⁱˡʸ? ᔆᵒᵐᵉ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵐᵃⁿʸ ᶠˡᵒʷᵉʳˢ ᵖˡᵃᶜᵉᵈ‧ ᴬʳᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵒˢᵉˢ ᵃʳᵗⁱᶠⁱᶜⁱᵃˡ ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ᵗʰᵉʸ ˡᵒᵒᵏ ˢᵒ ᶠʳᵉˢʰ‧‧‧ ᴵ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵒˡᵒᵘʳˢ!
ᴮᵘᵗ ᴵ ᵗʳʸ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵗᵒ ʳᵘˢʰ ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ⁱᵗ'ˢ ᵃ ˢᵃᶜʳᵉᵈ ᵖˡᵃᶜᵉ‧
ᴱᵛᵉⁿᵗᵘᵃˡˡʸ⸴ ʷʰᵉⁿ ᴵ ˡᵉᵃᵛᵉ⸴ ᴵ ˡᵒᵒᵏ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵉᵐᵉᵗᵉʳʸ ʷʰᵉⁿᶜᵉ ᴵ ᶜᵃᵐᵉ‧ ᴬˡˡ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᴬ ˡⁱᶠᵉ ˢᵗᵒʳʸ ʷᵒʳᵗʰ ᵗᵉˡˡⁱⁿᵍ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵏⁿᵒʷⁱⁿᵍ‧ ᴵ'ᵐ ˢᵉʳᵉⁿᵉ ʷʰᵉⁿ ᵇʸ ᴵ ᵍᵉᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵃʳ‧
ᴿᵉᵐᵉᵐᵇᵉʳⁱⁿᵍ ᵃ ˡᵒᵛᵉᵈ ᵒⁿᵉ ᵈᵒᵉˢⁿ’ᵗ ⁿᵉᶜᵉˢˢᵃʳⁱˡʸ ⁿᵉᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵉⁿᵈ ᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠᵘⁿᵉʳᵃˡ ʰᵒᵐᵉ ᵒʳ ᵐᵉᵐᵒʳⁱᵃˡ ˢᵉʳᵛⁱᶜᵉ‧
ᴬ ᵗᵃᵖʰᵒᵖʰⁱˡᵉ ⁱˢ ᵒⁿᵉ ʷʰᵒ ᵗᵃᵏᵉˢ ᵃⁿ ⁱⁿᵗᵉʳᵉˢᵗ ⁱⁿ ᶜᵉᵐᵉᵗᵉʳⁱᵉˢ⸴ ᵗᵒᵐᵇˢᵗᵒⁿᵉˢ⸴ ᵒʳ ᵐᵉᵐᵒʳʸ ᵒᶠ ᵖᵃˢᵗ ˡⁱᵛᵉˢ‧
ᵀʰᵉʳᵉ ᵃʳᵉ ˢᵒ ᵐᵃⁿʸ ᵈⁱᶠᶠᵉʳᵉⁿᵗ ʳᵉᵃˢᵒⁿˢ ʷʰʸ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ᶜᵉᵐᵉᵗᵉʳⁱᵉˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ ᵃʳᵉ ˢᵒ ᵐᵃⁿʸ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ ʷʰᵒ ᵈᵒ‧ ᴴᵃᵛᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵉᵛᵉʳ ᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰᵗ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ⁱᵗ? ᴰᵒ ᶠʳⁱᵉⁿᵈˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᶠᵃᵐⁱˡʸ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵏ ᵗʰⁱˢ ⁱˢ ᵒᵈᵈ⸴ ᵒʳ ᵈᵒ ᵗʰᵉʸ ˢʰᵃʳᵉ ᵗʰⁱˢ ⁱⁿᵗᵉʳᵉˢᵗ ʷⁱᵗʰ ʸᵒᵘ?
ᴰᵒ ʸᵒᵘ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ʳᵉᵃᵈⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉᵖⁱᵗᵃᵖʰˢ? ᵀʰᵉʸ ᶜᵃⁿ ᵇᵉ ᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰᵗ ᵖʳᵒᵛᵒᵏⁱⁿᵍ⸴ ʰᵉᵃʳᵗ ʷʳᵉⁿᶜʰⁱⁿᵍ ᵃⁿᵈ ˡᵒᵛⁱⁿᵍ‧ ᴳᵉᵗᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵃ ˡⁱᵗᵗˡᵉ ᵍˡⁱᵐᵖˢᵉ ⁱⁿᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵉʳˢᵒⁿ’ˢ ˡⁱᶠᵉ⸴ “ᴮᵉˡᵒᵛᵉᵈ ᶠᵃᵗʰᵉʳ⸴ ᔆʷᵉᵉᵗ ᴬⁿᵍᵉˡ”‧ ᵂʰᵉⁿ ᵗʰᵉʸ ʷᵉʳᵉ ᵇᵒʳⁿ⸴ 
ʷʰᵉⁿ ᵗʰᵉʸ ᵈⁱᵉᵈ‧ ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵃⁿ ˡᵉᵃʳⁿ ˢᵒ ᵐᵘᶜʰ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ʳᵉᵃᵈⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗᵒᵐᵇˢᵗᵒⁿᵉ‧ ᴰⁱᵈ ᵗʰᵉʸ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵃ ᶠᵃᵐⁱˡʸ⸴ ᶜʰⁱˡᵈʳᵉⁿ⸴ ᵖᵃʳᵉⁿᵗˢ⸴ ˢᵖᵒᵘˢᵉ? ᵂᵉʳᵉ ᵗʰᵉʸ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵉʳᵛⁱᶜᵉ⸴ ᵃⁿ ᵉˣᵖˡᵒʳᵉʳ 
ᵃⁿ ᵃʳᵗⁱˢᵗ⸴ ᵃ ᵖᵒᵉᵗ? ᴵˢ ⁱᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵉᵃᵘᵗʸ ᵒᶠ ᶜᵉᵐᵉᵗᵉʳⁱᵉˢ? 
ᵀʰᵉ ᵖᵃʳᵏ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ˢᵉᵗᵗⁱⁿᵍ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵒʳⁿᵃᵗᵉ ᵗᵒᵐᵇˢᵗᵒⁿᵉˢ‧ ᵀʰᵉ ᵖᵉᵃᶜᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ˢᵉʳᵉⁿⁱᵗʸ‧ ᵀʰᵉ ᵈᵉᶜᵃʸⁱⁿᵍ ᵗᵒᵐᵇˢᵗᵒⁿᵉˢ ᵒᶠ ʷᵒᵒᵈ ⁱⁿ ᵃ ᵍʰᵒˢᵗ ᵗᵒʷⁿ‧ ᴿᵉᵐⁿᵃⁿᵗˢ ᵒᶠ ʸᵉˢᵗᵉʳʸᵉᵃʳ‧
ᴬ ˢᵗᵒʳʸ ᵒᶠ ᵃ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ⸴ ᵒᶠ ᵃ ᵖˡᵃᶜᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ ʷʰᵒ ˡⁱᵛᵉᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵈⁱᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ‧ ᴵˢ ⁱᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵃʳᶜʰⁱᵗᵉᶜᵗᵘʳᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵈʳᵃʷˢ ʸᵒᵘ? ᵀʰᵉ ᵇᵉᵃᵘᵗⁱᶠᵘˡ ᶜᵃʳᵛᵉᵈ ᵗᵒᵐᵇˢᵗᵒⁿᵉˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ˢᵗᵃᵗᵘᵉˢ‧ ᵀʰᵉ ˢᵗᵃⁱⁿᵉᵈ ᵍˡᵃˢˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ʷʳᵒᵘᵍʰᵗ ⁱʳᵒⁿ‧
ᴹᵘᶜʰ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰᵗ ᵍᵒ ⁱⁿᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵉᵐᵉᵐᵇʳᵃⁿᶜᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵃ ˡⁱᶠᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵒⁿᶜᵉ ʷᵃˢ‧ ᴿᵉˢᵖᵉᶜᵗ ᵗʰᵒˢᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵃʳᵉ ᵍᵒⁿᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖˡᵃᶜᵉ ᵒᶠ ʳᵉᵐᵉᵐᵇʳᵃⁿᶜᵉ⸴ ᵉⁿᵈˡᵉˢˢˡʸ ᶠᵃˢᶜⁱⁿᵃᵗᵉᵈ ᵇʸ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉⁱʳ ˢᵗᵒʳⁱᵉˢ‧
ᴰᵒ ᵗʰᵉʸ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵃ ˢⁱᵐᵖˡᵉ ʳᵉᶜᵗᵃⁿᵍˡᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵐᵃʳᵇˡᵉ ᵒʳ ᵃⁿ ᵉˡᵃᵇᵒʳᵃᵗᵉˡʸ ᶜʰⁱˢᵉˡˡᵉᵈ ᵃⁿᵍᵉˡ? ᴬʳᵉ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ ᶠˡᵒʷᵉʳˢ⸴ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵈᵒ ᵗʰᵉʸ ˡᵒᵒᵏ ᶠʳᵉˢʰ? ᵂʰᵃᵗ ʰᵃᵖᵖᵉⁿᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ⁱᵗ'ˢ ⁱⁿʰᵃᵇⁱᵗᵃⁿᵗˢ?
ᴾʳᵒᶠᵉˢˢᵒʳ ᴰᵃᵛⁱᵉˢ ˢᵃʸˢ ʰᵉʳ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᶠᵒʳ ᵍʳᵃᵛᵉʸᵃʳᵈˢ ˡᵉᵃⁿˢ ᵐᵒʳᵉ ᵗᵒʷᵃʳᵈ ᵇⁱᵇˡⁱᵒᵖʰⁱˡⁱᵃ ⁽ᵃ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵇᵒᵒᵏˢ⁾ ᵗʰᵃⁿ ⁿᵉᶜʳᵒᵖʰⁱˡⁱᵃ “ᵒʳ ᵃⁿʸ ᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ᵉᑫᵘᵃˡˡʸ ᵍʳᵒˢˢ ᵒʳ ᵐᵒʳᵇⁱᵈ ᵈᵉʳᵃⁿᵍᵉᵐᵉⁿᵗ‧” ᴵⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉⁿᵈ⸴ ˢʰᵉ ʳᵉʲᵉᶜᵗˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗᵉʳᵐ ᵗᵃᵖʰᵒᵖʰⁱˡᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵈᵉᶜⁱᵈᵉˢ ᵗᵒ ᶜᵃˡˡ ʰᵉʳˢᵉˡᶠ ᵃ ᶜᵉᵐᵉᵗᵉʳⁱᵃⁿ‧
ᴵᵗ’ˢ ʲᵘˢᵗ ᵐᵃᵈᵉ ʰᵃᵖᵖʸ ᵗᵒ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ˢᵒ ᵐᵃⁿʸ ᶜᵉᵐᵉᵗᵉʳʸ ᵒʳᵍᵃⁿⁱᶻᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿˢ ᵃʳᵉ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ⸴ ᵈᵒⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ᵍᵒᵒᵈ ʷᵒʳᵏ⸴ ʳᵉˢᵉᵃʳᶜʰⁱⁿᵍ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵈᵒᶜᵘᵐᵉⁿᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵖʳᵒᵗᵉᶜᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉˢᵉ ᶠʳᵃᵍⁱˡᵉ ᵖˡᵃᶜᵉˢ‧
ᴱᵃᶜʰ ᵗᵉˡˡⁱ ᵃ ˢᵗᵒʳʸ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ⁱˢ ᵘⁿⁱᑫᵘᵉˡʸ ᵗʰᵉⁱʳ ᵒʷⁿ‧ 
ᴬ ᵗᵃᵖʰᵒᵖʰⁱˡᵉ ᵇʸ ᵈᵉᶠⁱⁿⁱᵗⁱᵒⁿ ⁱˢ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵒⁿᵉ ʷʰᵒ ⁱˢ ⁱⁿᵗᵉʳᵉˢᵗᵉᵈ ⁱⁿ ᶜᵉᵐᵉᵗᵉʳⁱᵉˢ⸴ ᵍʳᵃᵛᵉˢᵗᵒⁿᵉˢ⸴ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵃʳᵗ ᵃⁿᵈ ʰⁱˢᵗᵒʳʸ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵍᵒᵉˢ ᵃˡᵒⁿᵍ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵗʰᵉᵐ‧ ᔆᵒᵐᵉ ᵗᵃᵖʰᵒᵖʰⁱˡᵉˢ ᵃʳᵉ ᵃˡˢᵒ ⁱⁿᵗᵉʳᵉˢᵗᵉᵈ ⁱⁿ ᶠᵘⁿᵉʳᵃˡˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᶠᵘⁿᵉʳᵃʳʸ ᵗʳᵃᵈⁱᵗⁱᵒⁿˢ ᵒᵛᵉʳ ᵗʰᵉ ʸᵉᵃʳˢ‧ 

ᵀᵃᵖʰᵒᵖʰⁱˡᵉˢ ᵃʳᵉ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵍʰᵒᵘˡⁱˢʰ ᶠᵒˡᵏˢ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵈᵉᵃᵗʰ ᵒᵇˢᵉˢˢⁱᵒⁿˢ‧ ᴵⁿ ᶠᵃᶜᵗ⸴ ᵗʰᵉʸ ᶜᵃⁿ ᵇᵉ ᑫᵘⁱᵗᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵒᵖᵖᵒˢⁱᵗᵉ‧ ᵀᵃᵖʰᵒᵖʰⁱˡᵉˢ ʷᵃⁿᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ ᵇᵘʳⁱᵉᵈ ⁱⁿ ᶜᵉᵐᵉᵗᵉʳⁱᵉˢ‧ 
ᵀʰᵉʸ ʷᵃⁿᵗ ᵗᵒ ˡᵉᵃʳⁿ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ʰⁱˢᵗᵒʳʸ ᵒᶠ ⁱⁿᵈⁱᵛⁱᵈᵘᵃˡˢ⸴ ᵃⁿᶜᵉˢᵗᵒʳˢ⸴ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵉᵛᵉⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵒᵐᵐᵘⁿⁱᵗʸ‧ ᴬⁿᵈ ʷʰᵉⁿ ʸᵒᵘ ᶠⁱⁿᵈ ᵃ ᵍʳᵃᵛᵉˢᵗᵒⁿᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ˡⁱᵗᵉʳᵃˡˡʸ ᵗᵉˡˡˢ ʸᵒᵘ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵉʳˢᵒⁿ’ˢ ˢᵗᵒʳʸ⸴ ⁱᵗ ᶜᵃⁿ ᵇᵉ ᵃᵐᵃᶻⁱⁿᵍ‧
ᴮᵉ ᶜᵒⁿˢⁱᵈᵉʳᵃᵗᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵒᵗʰᵉʳˢ‧ ᴵᶠ ᵃ ᶠᵘⁿᵉʳᵃˡ ⁱˢ ⁱⁿ ᵖʳᵒᵍʳᵉˢˢ ᵒʳ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ ᵃʳᵉ ᵛⁱˢⁱᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵃ ᵍʳᵃᵛᵉ⸴ ᵐᵒᵛᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵃⁿᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ˢᵉᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵉᵐᵉᵗᵉʳʸ‧
ᴰᵒ ⁿᵒᵗ ˢᵗᵃⁿᵈ⸴ ˢⁱᵗ ᵒʳ ˡᵉᵃⁿ ᵃᵍᵃⁱⁿˢᵗ ᵐᵒⁿᵘᵐᵉⁿᵗˢ‧ ᴬˢᵏ ᵖᵉʳᵐⁱˢˢⁱᵒⁿ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵉᵐᵉᵗᵉʳʸ ᵒᶠᶠⁱᶜᵉ ᵇᵉᶠᵒʳᵉ ᵈᵒⁱⁿᵍ ᵃ ᵍʳᵃᵛᵉˢᵗᵒⁿᵉ ʳᵘᵇᵇⁱⁿᵍ; ᵗʰᵉʸ ᵐᵃʸ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵇᵉ ᵃˡˡᵒʷᵉᵈ‧
ᶠᵒˡˡᵒʷ ᵃˡˡ ᵖᵒˢᵗᵉᵈ ᶜᵉᵐᵉᵗᵉʳʸ ʳᵘˡᵉˢ‧

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❤︎    i won’t be so hard on myself 

❤︎    i belong here 

❤︎    i am worthy of what i desire 

❤︎    i love me always 

❤︎    happiness is in my hands

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The doomsday preacher at my mom's 
church predicted the end in 2 months 
and I shook my head and chuckled.

I totally forgot that was two months ago as the oncoming tractor
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Key Facts about the 1977 Evansville Plane Crash:



Date: The crash occurred on December 13, 1977.

Location: The plane crashed during takeoff from 
Dress Regional Airport in Evansville, Indiana.

Victims: All 29 people on board were k!lled, including 
the University of Evansville men's basketball team, 
their coach, and other team personnel.

Cause: The crash was attributed to a combination of 
factors including rain, fog, and the plane's a͟ge. 


Warren Alston (31 Mar 1959-1977) Freshman 
basketball player

Marvin Robert Bates (1 Sep 1922-1977) Local 
Radio Sports Announcer.

Jeffery Paul Bohnert (7 Nov 1956-1977) Student 
Manager of University of Evansville basketball team.

Ray A. Comandella (27 Dec 1958-1977) Freshman 
basketball player at University of Evansville.

Michael Stephen Duff (3 Sep 1959-1977) After 
moving from Shawnteetown, IL at the start of 
the sophomore year, Mike led Eldorado, IL on a 
3 year tournament odyssey that saw the Eldorado 
Eagles finish 4th in 1975 and third in 1977. Mike 
held the position of Class A, most points scored 
in IHSA tourney history of 252 points. Mike also 
held the record of 112 field goals which remained
a tournament record for all classes. Mike had 
just started his college career at the University 
of Evansville.

Charles Ellis Goad (7 Jul 1916-1977) Fan of 
University of Evansville basketball. He 
wanted to attend an away game with the 
team and was onboard this flight.

Willard Bruce Hartford (6 Jan 1941-1977) 
General Manager of National Jet Service, Inc.

Kraig S. Heckendorn (6 Aug 1958-1977) 
Basketball player at University of Evansville

Robert W Hudson (18 Jan 1916-1977) 
Assistant Athletic Director and Ticket 
Manager for University of Evansville.

Michael Douglas Joyner (10 Jun 1958-1977)
Freshman basketball player at University of Evansville.

Maurice Wayne King (13 May 1944-1977)
A fan of University of Evansville Basketball. 
He was onboard the flight.

Kevin Porter Kingston (8 May 1956-1977)
Senior basketball player at University of Evansville

Mark Alan “Tank” Kirkpatrick (25 Jan 1956-1977)
Student Manager of University of Evansville 
basketball team.

Mark Douglas Kniese (11 May 1957-1977) Athletic 
Trainer at University of Evansville.

Gregory Jon Knipping (8 Jun 1950-1977) First Sports 
Information Director at the University of Evansville.

Barney Julius Lewis (12 Mar 1959-1977) Freshman 
basketball player at University of Evansville.

Stephen Allen Miller (26 Feb 1957-1977) Junior 
basketball player at University of Evansville.

Keith Brian Moon (17 Sep 1957-1977) Sophomore 
basketball player at University of Evansville.

Ty Van Pham (29 Nov 1935-1977) Pilot of the DC-3.
Bødy recovered the day after the crash.

Gaston Pacheco Ruiz (15 Jun 1942-1977) 1st Officer 
of the DC-3. The force of the imp8ct sliced off the 
heels of co-pilot Ruiz’s shoes, which were on the 
control pedals of the aircraft. Bødy recovered the day 
after the crash.

Charles Merlin Shike (9 Feb 1941-1977) University of 
Evansville Comptroller. On Board the flight. 

Mark Edward Siegel (2 Nov 1958-1977) Freshman 
basketball player at University of Evansville.

Greg Smith (2 Jan 1959 – 14 Dec 1977) Freshman 
basketball player at University of Evansville. Greg was 
alįve when taken to Deaconess Hospıtal where he d*ed 
shortly after midnight, five hours after the accıdent.

Pamela Ann “Pam” Smith (21 Nov 1953-1977) Flight 
Attendant on the plane.

James Martin Stewart (18 Aug 1948-1977) D*ed in 
plane crash. Bødy recovered the day after the crash.

Bryan F Taylor (8 Jan 1957-1977) U of E Basketball 
player kılled in U of E plane crash

John Ed Washington (29 Dec 1955-1977) Basketball Player

Robert Lee Watson (8 Aug 1942-1977) Head Coach 
University of Evansville Basketball. Possibly also
served with the 101st Airborne Division during the 
Vietnam Wa- receiving the Bronze Star Medal, Army 
Commendation Medal and five Purple Hearts.

Marion Anthony “Tony” Winburn (18 Mar 1954-1977) 
Senior basketball player at University of Evansville.


Ann Knox whose 18-year-old son, David Furr, had 
injur3d his ankle trying out as a walk-on for the Aces. 
He was stıll hoping to make the team but wasn’t on 
board. Two weeks later, almost to the hour, he and 
his 16-year-old brother d*ed in a car wreck coming 
home from a Southern Illinois holiday basketball 
tournament. 

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David Lee Furr (1959-1977) 
David Furr - Class Of 1977
Evansville Player Kılled in Newton Crash

College basketball player, David Furr’s 
life was saved by an ankle ìnjury—but the 
reprieve from deäth was a brief one.

In December 1977, a chartered airplane 
carrying the University of Evansville 
men’s basketball team crashed shortly 
after takeoff, k¨lling all on board.
 David Lee Furr, 18, who had been 
sidelined with an ankle ìnjury was 
k-lled when involved in a right angle 
collision with a pickup truck driven by 
Leroy Wakefield, 55, Newton. David
Furr was thrown from the car and 
pronounced đeađ at the scene.

At 19:12:41, Air Indiana flight 216
made a beeline for runway 18. Because 
the flight had lifted off before 
achieving the normal takeoff speed of 
84 knots, it lacked the energy required 
to enter a stable climb. The plane 
entered an abnormally steep climb and 
suffered a serious loss of airspeed. 
But the plane was only̕ 100 feet or so 
above the ground, struggling.

Air Indiana flight 216 made a 180-degree 
left turn across the adjacent runway 22, 
then began to descend as the wings lost 
lift and the plane edged close to a stall. 
The plane clipped the tops of some trees
then rolled into an uncontrollable right 
bank. Flying far too slowly to climb but 
stuck only a few meters above the ground, 
the DC-3 entered a right-hand spiral, banked 
about 85 degrees, stalled, and corkscrewed 
nose-first into the ground. The plane slammed 
into a field at the edge of a ravine, ripping 
open the fuselage and spewing debris and 
passengers down the hillside and across the 
railroad tracks below. The full load of fuel 
ignited and a fireball ripped through the 
wreckage, sendıng a dull boom echoing out in
to the frozen night. Seconds later, an 
explosıon erupted. 

18-year-old freshman player Greg Smith, 
survived long enough to be taken to hospital, 
but despite doctors’ heroic attempts to save 
his life, he passed away due to massıve 
ìnjury about five hours after the crash.

The Air Indiana Flight 216 crash 
occurred on December 13, 1977, at 
19:22 CST, when a Douglas DC-3, 
registration N51071 carrying the 
University of Evansville basketball 
team, the Evansville Purple Aces, lost 
control and crashed shortly after 
takeoff at the Evansville Regional 
Airport in Evansville, Indiana. 
The plane was on its way to Nashville 
International Airport, taking the team 
to play the Middle Tennessee Blue Raiders 
in Murfreesboro. Rudder 
and right aileron control locks not 
removed before takeoff. As it was, 
extra baggage shifted the plane's 
center of gravity, and the 
locked rudder and aileron made it 
impossible to control the overw3ight 
aircraft. Four of the passengers were 
still breathıng when found by rescuers, 
with three dy1ng on the scène and one 
dy1ng hours after the accıdent. Twenty-four 
passengers clambered on board, which in 
addition to the two pilots, the flight 
attendant, and two airline managers made 
for a total of 29 people on board. 

Passengers: 26
Crew: 3
Fatalities: 29
Survivors: 0

Airplane crew:
Pilot - Ty Van Pham (1935-1977) Pilot of the DC-3 (aged 42)  
Copilot - Gaston Pacheco Ruiz (1942-1977)  (aged 35)
Pamela Ann “Pam” Smith (1953-1977) Flight Attendant (aged 24) 

Charles Ellis Goad (1916-1977)
Robert W Hudson (1916-1977)
Gregory Jon Knipping (1950-1977)
Charles Merlin Shike (9 Feb 1941-13 Dec 1977)
James Martin Stewart (1948–1977)


Head coach - Robert “Bobby” Lee Watson (1942-1977)


Warren Alston (1959-1977)
Jeffery Paul Bohnert (1956-1977)
Ray A. Comandella (1958-1977)
Michael Stephen Duff (1959-1977)
Kraig S. Heckendorn (1958-1977)
Michael Douglas Joyner (1958-1977)
Kevin Porter Kingston (1956-1977)
Mark Alan “Tank” Kirkpatrick (1956-1977)
Mark Douglas Kniese (1957-1977)
Barney Julius Lewis (1959-1977)
Stephen Allen Miller (1957-1977)
Keith Brian Moon (1957-1977)
Mark Edward Siegel (1958-1977)
Greg Smith (1959-1977)
Bryan F Taylor (1957-1977) 
John Ed Washington (1955-1977) 
Marion Anthony “Tony” Winburn (1954-1977)


In any tragedy fate always seems to play a role 
but in the Dec. 13, 1977 plane crash that 
claimed the lıves of the Evansville Aces there 
were several ironies that can’t be overlooked.

* McLeansboro native and current Utah Jazz Coach 
Jerry Sloan, who led Evansville to a pair of 
Division II national titles, was hired as the head 
coach at Evansville prior to the start of the 
1977-78 season, but abruptly resigned the position 
three weeks later. Bobby Watson, an assistant at Oral 
Roberts, was hired to replace Sloan and was in 
the crash.

* David Lee, a teammate of Sloan at McLeansboro, had 
agreed to work as an assistant with Sloan at 
Evansville during the 1977-78 season. After Sloan 
resigned the position was not available to Lee, who 
later went on to lead McLeansboro to a Class A state 
title in 1984. The Foxes compiled a perfect 35-0 record 
and were led by Brian Sloan – Jerry’s son.

* West Frankfort standout Greg Smith had signed to play 
for Joe Ramsey at Millikan University and was already 
on campus when he was asked to try out for one open 
scholarship at Evansville. Smith beat out more than 20 
others and won the full-ride scholarship. Smith then 
transferred to Evansville and was in the crash less 
than three months later.

* Mike Duff was recruited by virtually every college in 
the nation including Kentucky, Duke, North Carolina, 
Illinois and UCLA. Duff signed a letter-of-intent to 
attend Missouri and play for legendary Coach Norm Stewart 
but later changed his mind and opted out of the contract 
to attend Evansville. The fact Evansville was making the 
move to Division I that year allowed Duff to get out of 
the contract with Missouri. Like Smith, Duff would dıe 
less than three months later.

* Tom Collins, a reporter with the Evansville Courier, 
was scheduled to travel with the team to Nashville on 
Dec. 13, 1977 to cover the game against Middle Tennessee 
State, but his assignment was changed by his editor at 
the last minute and he remained in Evansville. Collins 
had planned to drive to Nashville the following day to 
cover the Dec. 14 game against Middle Tennessee State – 
a game that was never played.

* David Furr was a star basketball player at Olney High 
School and had a scholarship to play at Millikan University. 
Instead he opted to go to Evansville and walk on. Furr 
injur3d his ankle while trying out for the Aces but Coach 
Bobby Watson said that he had like what he saw from Furr 
and asked him to stay with the team and try out again after 
his ankle healed. While his ankle was on the mend Furr became 
the team statistician, working home games but not traveling 
with the team. So, Furr was lucky he wasn’t on the doomed 
plane that night in December 1977 and actually became the 
only team member to survive.

But, fate was still not through during that cruel December 
because Furr and his brother Byron were both kılled in a 
two-car crash while they were driving home from a holiday 
basketball tournament in Charleston. David Furr was driving 
and lost control of the vehicle and crossed the centerline 
striking a utility truck head on. The accıdent took place on 
Dec. 27 – exactly two weeks to the day after the plane crash.

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Crashing the Party
Cars was a big hit for Pixar in 2006, spawning three sequels. The co-writer and co-director of Cars, Joe Ranft, passed away midway through production—in a car accident.

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On July 28, 1900, the King of Italy Umberto I had dinner at a restaurant in the town of Monza. It was the owner of the restaurant face exactly the same as the king. The name of the restaurant owners also Umberto and his wife's name is also the same as the name of the queen, even the restaurant was opened on the same date with the inauguration of the king. The restaurant owner Umberto was shot dead the next morning. Similarly, King Umberto's Claude Volbonne kill Baron Rodemire de Tarazone from France in 1872. 21 years earlier, Baron's father had been killed as well by someone else who was also named Claude Volbonne  

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Never believed until now by Cynthia B.


Two brothers were driving along a country road talking as brothers do about school and life in general.  Jim, the older 
brother by four years, loved engineering while Michael enjoyed the world of physics.    These facts are shared 
because what happened that night could not be explained by what they knew from the physical world.   

As Jim drove down a dirt road, he stopped the car after spotting what looked like the whitetail deer’s backside.  At 
that moment, two apparitions walked in front of the car.  One girl and one boy holding books glanced into the car at 
the two brothers as if their souls were being searched for a reality check.  Ghosts are real! To this day, Jim refuses to 
talk about what happened that night.  Michael continues to provide a detailed account.  Upon researching further, it 
was discovered that about 80 years ago, a car crashed along the same roadside.  The father who was driving was 
immediately blinded from the accıdent.  The two children, one girl and one boy seated in the back, were kılled 
instantly and the mother survived the accıdent without a scrátch.  However, the mother was never able to accept the 
loss of her children which affected her sanıty.   

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The Luckiest Unlucky Man
Clifford Johnson was injured at the deadliest nightclub fire in history, at the famous Cocoanut Grove in 1942. He suffered third-degree burns over more than half his body but survived, and was seen as a medical marvel. After hundreds of operations and nearly two years in the hospital, he married his nurse. In an ironic twist of fate, he burned to death in a car crash in 1958.

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ᑫᵘᵃˡⁱᵗʸ ᵀⁱᵐᵉ pt. 1
⁽ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᴮᵒᵇ ᶠᵃⁿᶠⁱᶜ⁾
"ᴵ ʷᵃⁿᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵒᵗʰ ᵒᶠ ʸᵒᵘ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵒⁿᵈ ᵃˢ ᵉᵐᵖˡᵒʸᵉᵉˢ⸴ ᵃⁿᵈ ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵃⁿ ᵗᵃᵏᵉ ᵃ 
ᶠʳⁱᵉⁿᵈ ʷⁱᵗʰ ʸᵒᵘ ⁱᶠ ʸᵒᵘ ˡⁱᵏᵉ!" ᴹʳ‧ ᴷʳᵃᵇˢ ᵗᵒˡᵈ ᔆᑫᵘⁱᵈʷᵃʳᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉ
ᵇᵒᵇ‧ "ᴵ'ˡˡ ᵗᵃᵏᵉ ᴾᵃᵗʳⁱᶜᵏ! ᵂʰᵒ'ˡˡ ʸᵒᵘ ᵗᵃᵏᵉ?" "ᴵᵗ'ˡˡ ᵇᵉ ᵃ ˢᵘʳᵖʳⁱˢᵉ‧‧‧" ᔆᵃⁱᵈ
ᔆᑫᵘⁱᵈʷᵃʳᵈ‧ "ᵀʰᵉ ᵇᵘˢ ˡᵉᵃᵛᵉˢ ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ ʷᵒʳᵏ!" ᴹʳ‧ ᴷʳᵃᵇˢ ʳᵉᵐⁱⁿᵈᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉᵐ‧
"ᴵ'ˡˡ ᵍᵒ ᵍᵉᵗ ᵐʸ ᶠʳⁱᵉⁿᵈ‧‧‧" ᔆᑫᵘⁱᵈʷᵃʳᵈ ᵗᵒˡᵈ‧ 'ᵂʰᵒ ᵃᵐ ᴵ ᵗᵒ ᵖⁱᶜᵏ? ᔆᵃⁿᵈʸ
ᵒⁿˡʸ ᵉⁿᶜᵒᵘʳᵃᵍᵉˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᵃⁿⁿᵒʸⁱⁿᵍ ᵇᵉʰᵃᵛⁱᵒᵘʳ ᵒᶠ ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ‧' ᔆᑫᵘⁱᵈʷᵃʳᵈ
ˡᵒᵒᵏᵉᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ˢᵃʷ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜʰᵘᵐ ᵇᵘᶜᵏᵉᵗ‧ "ᵂʰᵒ ᵉˡˢᵉ‧‧‧" ᔆᑫᵘⁱᵈʷᵃʳᵈ ʷᵉⁿᵗ ᵗᵒ
ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ'ˢ‧ ᵂʰᵉⁿ ᵗʰᵉⁱʳ ʷᵒʳᵏ ˢʰⁱᶠᵗ'ˢ ᵉⁿᵈᵉᵈ⸴ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵘˢ ᶜᵃᵐᵉ ᵇʸ‧ ᴮᵒᵗʰ
ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ᵃⁿᵈ ᴾᵃᵗʳⁱᶜᵏ ʷᵉʳᵉ ᵗᵒᵍᵉᵗʰᵉʳ ᵉˣᶜⁱᵗᵉᵈˡʸ‧ ᴼⁿᶜᵉ ᴹʳ‧ ᴷʳᵃᵇˢ
ˡᵉᶠᵗ ᵗʰᵉᵐ⸴ ᔆᑫᵘⁱᵈʷᵃʳᵈ ᵃʳʳⁱᵛᵉᵈ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ‧ "ᔆᵘʳᵖʳⁱˢᵉ!"
ᵂʰⁱˡˢᵗ ᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵘˢ⸴ ᔆᑫᵘⁱᵈʷᵃʳᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ˢᵃᵗ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵉⁿᶜʰ
ˢᵉᵃᵗ ᵃᵈʲᵃᶜᵉⁿᵗ ᵗᵒ ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ᵃⁿᵈ ᴾᵃᵗʳⁱᶜᵏ‧ "ᴬʳᵉ ʷᵉ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ ʸᵉᵗ?"
"ᴺᵒ!" ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ʳᵉᵖˡⁱᵉᵈ‧ ᔆᑫᵘⁱᵈʷᵃʳᵈ'ˢ ᶠᵃˡˡᵉⁿ ᵃˢˡᵉᵉᵖ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵒᵖᵉⁿ 
ᵐᵒᵘᵗʰᵉᵈ⸴ ᵈᵒᶻⁱⁿᵍ ᵒᶠᶠ‧ "ᴹᵘˢᵗ ᵇᵉ ᵘˢᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ 'ᵉᵐ‧‧‧" ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ˢᵃⁱᵈ
ᵐᵒˢᵗˡʸ ᵗᵒ ʰⁱᵐˢᵉˡᶠ‧ ᴾᵃᵗʳⁱᶜᵏ'ˢ ˡᵃᵘᵍʰⁱⁿᵍ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ‧
"ᴴᵃ?" ᔆᑫᵘⁱᵈʷᵃʳᵈ ˢⁿᵃᵖᵖᵉᵈ ᵃʷᵃᵏᵉ ᵃˢ ᵗʰᵉʸ ᵃʳʳⁱᵛᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ʷʰᵉʳᵉ
ᵗʰᵉʸ'ʳᵉ ᵗᵒ ˢᵗᵃʸ‧ ᵀʰᵉʸ ʷᵉⁿᵗ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵒᵒᵐ‧ "ᴵ ᵗᵉˣᵗᵉᵈ ᴹʳ‧ ᴷʳᵃᵇˢ
ᵗᵒ ᵗᵉˡˡ ʰⁱᵐ ʷᵉ'ᵛᵉ ᵃʳʳⁱᵛᵉᵈ‧" ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ᵗᵒˡᵈ‧ "ᴰⁱᵈ ʸᵒᵘ ᵇʳⁱⁿᵍ
ᵃⁿʸ ˢⁿᵃᶜᵏˢ?" "ᴼᶠ ᶜᵒᵘʳˢᵉ⸴ ᴾᵃᵗʳⁱᶜᵏ; ᴵ ᵇʳᵒᵘᵍʰᵗ ˢᵒᵐᵉ ᵖᵃᵗᵗⁱᵉˢ!"
ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ʲᵘᵐᵖᵉᵈ ᵘᵖ ʷʰᵉⁿ ʰᵉ ʰᵉᵃʳᵈ ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ'ˢ ᵃⁿˢʷᵉʳ‧
"ᴵ'ᵛᵉ ⁿᵉᵛᵉʳ ʰᵃᵈ ᵒⁿᵉ ᵇᵉᶠᵒʳᵉ‧‧‧" ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ˢᵃⁱᵈ ᵃˢ ʰᵉ ᵗʳⁱᵉᵈ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵗᵒ
ˢᵃˡⁱᵛᵃᵗᵉ‧ "ᵂᵉ'ˡˡ ʷᵃᵗᶜʰ ʸᵒᵘ ᵉᵃᵗ ⁱᵗ; ⁿᵒ ᶠᵘⁿⁿʸ ᵇᵘˢⁱⁿᵉˢˢ!" 
"ᴵ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ʰᵒʷ ᵐᵘᶜʰ ᵐᵒʳᵉ ᵒᶠ ʸᵒᵘʳ ˢⁿᵒʳⁱⁿᵍ ᴵ ᶜᵃⁿ ᵗᵃᵏᵉ⸴ ⁿᵒ
ᵒᶠᶠᵉⁿᶜᵉ‧‧‧" ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ᵗᵒˡᵈ ᔆᑫᵘⁱᵈʷᵃʳᵈ ᵃˢ ᵗʰᵉʸ ˡᵒᵒᵏᵉᵈ ᵃᵗ ᵇᵒᵗʰ ᵒᶠ
ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵉᵈˢ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵒᵒᵐ‧ "ᴵ'ˡˡ ˢʰᵃʳᵉ; ᴾᵃᵗʳⁱᶜᵏ'ˢ ᵃ ʰᵉᵃᵛʸ ˢˡᵉᵉᵖᵉʳ⸴ ˢᵒ
ᵖᵉʳʰᵃᵖˢ ᔆᑫᵘⁱᵈʷᵃʳᵈ ᶜᵃⁿ ˢʰᵃʳᵉ ʷⁱᵗʰ ʰⁱᵐ!" ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ᵗᵒˡᵈ ʰⁱᵐ‧
ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ʰᵉˡᵖᵉᵈ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ʳᵉᵃᶜʰ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵉᵈ‧ "ᴳᵒᵒᵈⁿⁱᵍʰᵗ‧‧‧"
ᔆᵃⁱᵈ ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ⸴ ᶠᵃˡˡⁱⁿᵍ ᵃˢˡᵉᵉᵖ‧ "ʸᵒᵘ ᵗᵒ⸴ ᵏⁱᵈ‧‧‧" ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ
ᵗᵒˡᵈ ˢᵉᵉⁱⁿᵍ ʰⁱᵐ ˢˡᵉᵉᵖ‧ ᴴᵉ ᵐᵒᵛᵉᵈ ᶜˡᵒˢᵉʳ ᵗᵒ ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ‧
ᴾᵃᵗʳⁱᶜᵏ ᵃʷᵒᵏᵉ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐⁱᵈᵈˡᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ⁿⁱᵍʰᵗ‧ ᴴᵉ ᵏⁿᵉʷ ᵇᵉᵗᵗᵉʳ
ᵗʰᵃⁿ ᵗᵒ ᵃʷᵃᵏᵉ ᔆᑫᵘⁱᵈʷᵃʳᵈ‧ ᴴᵉ ʷᵉⁿᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ᵇᵉᵈ‧ "ᴴᵉʸ
ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ‧‧‧" ᴾᵃᵗʳⁱᶜᵏ ʷᵃᵏᵉˢ ʰⁱᵐ‧ "ᴾᵃᵗ‧‧‧" "ᶜᵃⁿ ᴵ ᶜᵒᵐᵉ ᵘᵖ
ʷⁱᵗʰ ʸᵒᵘ?" "ᔆᵘʳᵉ⸴ ʲᵘˢᵗ ᵈᵒ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵈⁱˢᵗᵘʳᵇ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ‧‧‧" ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉ
ᵇᵒᵇ ˢᵃⁱᵈ⸴ ˢᵉᵉⁱⁿᵍ ʰᵉ'ᵈ ᶠᵃˡˡᵉⁿ ᵃˢˡᵉᵉᵖ ᶜᵘʳˡᵉᵈ ᵘᵖ ʷⁱᵗʰ ʰⁱᵐ‧
"ᵂʰʸ ᵃʳᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵘᵖ?" "ᴵ ʲᵘˢᵗ ⁿᵉᵉᵈᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ʰᵘᵍ‧‧‧" "ᴾᵃᵗʳⁱᶜᵏ⸴ ᶜᵒᵐᵉ
ᶜˡᵒˢᵉʳ‧‧‧" ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ᵘˢᵉᵈ ʰⁱˢ ᶠʳᵉᵉ ᵃʳᵐ ᵗᵒ ᵉᵐᵇʳᵃᶜᵉ ʰⁱᵐ
ᔆⁱⁿᶜᵉ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ'ˢ ˡᵉᵃⁿⁱⁿᵍ ᵒⁿ ʰⁱˢ ᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ʰᵃⁿᵈ‧ "ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ᴵ
ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵏ ᴵᵛᵉ ᵃᶜᵗᵘᵃˡˡʸ ᵗᵃˡᵏᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ᵇᵉᶠᵒʳᵉ‧‧‧" "ᴾᵃᵗ
ᵏᵉᵉᵖ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵛᵒⁱᶜᵉ ᵈᵒʷⁿ! ᴮᵘᵗ ʸᵉˢ ʰᵉ ᵗᵃᵏᵉˢ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ ᵗᵒ ʷᵃʳᵐ ᵘᵖ
ᵗᵒ ʸᵒᵘ⸴ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ᔆᑫᵘⁱᵈʷᵃʳᵈ⸴ ʷʰᵉⁿ ʰᵉ ᵍᵉᵗˢ ᵇᵒᵗʰᵉʳᵉᵈ ᵉᵃˢⁱˡʸ‧‧‧"
"ᶜᵃⁿ ᴵ ᵍᵒ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ᵇᵉᵈ?" "ᔆᵘʳᵉ⸴ ᴾᵃᵗ‧‧‧" to be cont. Pt. 2

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⁽ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᴮᵒᵇ ᶠᵃⁿᶠⁱᶜ⁾
ᴼⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵒᵒᶠ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜʰᵘᵐ ᵇᵘᶜᵏᵉᵗ⸴ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ᵗʰʳᵉʷ
ᵗʰᵉ ᵍʳᵃᵖᵖˡⁱⁿᵍ ʰᵒᵒᵏ ᵃˢ ⁱᵗ ᵃᵗᵗᵃᶜʰᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵒᵒᶠ ᵒᶠ
ᵗʰᵉ ᵏʳᵘˢᵗʸ ᵏʳᵃᵇ‧ ᔆᵉᶜᵘʳⁱⁿᵍ ⁱᵗ⸴ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ʷᵉⁿᵗ ᵃⁿᵈ
ᵍᵒᵗ ᶻⁱᵖˡⁱⁿᵉ ᵐᵉᶜʰᵃⁿⁱˢᵐ ᵃˢ ʰᵉ ʲᵘᵐᵖᵉᵈ ˢˡⁱᵈⁱⁿᵍ ᵒⁿ
ᵈᵒʷⁿ‧ ᴹʳ‧ ᴷʳᵃᵇˢ ˢᵃʷ ʰⁱᵐ ᵃᵇᵒᵛᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵒᵃᵈ ʷʰᵉⁿ 
ˢᵉᵉⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵒᵖᵉ ˢᵗʳⁱⁿᵍ ʰᵉ ˢᵉᵛᵉʳᵉᵈ ⁱᵗ‧ ᶠᵃˡˡⁱⁿᵍ ᵈᵒʷⁿ
ʰᵉᵃᵈᶠⁱʳˢᵗ⸴ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ʰⁱᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ʰᵃʳᵈ ᶜᵉᵐᵉⁿᵗ ᵒⁿᶜᵉ ʰᵉ
ᶠᵉˡˡ ᵈᵒʷⁿ‧ ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ˢᵃʷ ᵃⁿᵈ ʳᵃⁿ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵃˢ ʰᵉ ʰⁱᵗ
ᵗʰᵉ ᵍʳᵒᵘⁿᵈ⸴ ˢᵗᵃⁿᵈⁱⁿᵍ ʰⁱᵐ ᵘᵖ‧ ᴴᵒʷᵉᵛᵉʳ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ'ˢ
ᵉʸᵉ ʳᵒˡˡᵉᵈ ᵘᵖ ⁱⁿ ʰⁱˢ ʰᵉᵃᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ᶜˡᵒˢᵉᵈ ᵃˢ ʰᵉ ᵘᵗᵗᵉʳᵉᵈ
ᵃ ⁿᵒⁱˢᵉ ᵃˢ ʰᵉ ᶠᵉˡˡ⸴ ˢᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ᶜᵃᵗᶜʰⁱⁿᵍ ʰⁱᵐ ᶠᵃⁱⁿᵗ‧ 
ᴹʳ‧ ᴷʳᵃᵇˢ ᵇᵃᶜᵏᵉᵈ ᵃʷᵃʸ ˡᵉᵃᵛⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉᵐ‧ ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ
ʷᵃˢ ᵘⁿᵃᵇˡᵉ ᵗᵒ ʳᵉᵍᵃⁱⁿ ᶜᵒⁿˢᶜⁱᵒᵘˢⁿᵉˢˢ ᵉᵛᵉⁿ ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ 
ᴸⁱˢᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵃᵗᵗʸ ⁱⁿᵍʳᵉᵈⁱᵉⁿᵗˢ ⁱⁿ ᵈᵉˢᵖᵉʳᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ‧ 
ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ᵃˡˢᵒ ᵏⁿᵉʷ ᔆᵃⁿᵈʸ ᵃⁿᵈ  ᴷᵃʳᵉⁿ ʷᵉʳᵉ ʰᵃᵛⁱⁿᵍ 
ᵃ ᵍⁱʳˡˢ ᵗʳⁱᵖ⸴ ˢᵒ ʰᵉ ˢᵉᵗ ʰⁱˢ ᵇᵒᵈʸ ᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵒᵘᶜʰ ᵃˢ ˢᵖᵒᵗ 
ᵗʰᵉ ᵃᵐᵒᵉᵇᵃ ᵖᵘᵖᵖʸ ᵗʳᵒᵗˢ ᵒᵛᵉʳ‧ ᔆᵖᵒᵗ ʷʰⁱᵐᵖᵉʳᵉᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ 
ᵍᵃᵛᵉ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ᵏⁱˢˢᵉˢ ᵇᵘᵗ ʰᵉ  ᵈⁱᵈⁿ'ᵗ ʳᵉˢᵖᵒⁿᵈ ᵗᵒ ˢᵖᵒᵗˢ 
ˡⁱᶜᵏⁱⁿᵍ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ˢˡⁱᵍʰᵗᵉˢᵗ! "ᴵ ᵇʳᵒᵘᵍʰᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵒᵐᶠᵒʳᵗ 
ᵒᶠ ʸᵒᵘʳ ʰᵒᵐᵉ‧‧" ᶜʳⁱᵉᵈ ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ‧ ᵀʳʸⁱⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵏ⸴ ʰᵉ 
ᶠᵉˡᵗ ᵗᵉᵃʳˢ ˢᵗʳᵉᵃᵐ ᵈᵒʷⁿ ʰⁱˢ ᶠᵃᶜᵉ‧ "ᴾˡᵉᵃˢᵉ ᵒʰ ᵖˡᵉᵃˢᵉ 
ᔆʰᵉˡᵈᵒⁿ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ‧‧" ᔆᵒᵇᵇⁱⁿᵍ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵖᵃᵗᵗⁱⁿᵍ ʰⁱˢ ᵃʳᵐ 
ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ᵈⁱᵈⁿ'ᵗ ˡᵉᵃᵛᵉ ʰⁱˢ ˢⁱᵈᵉ‧ ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ᵖᵘˡˡᵉᵈ 
ᵘᵖ ᵃ ᶜʰᵃⁱʳ ᵇʸ ʰⁱᵐ ᵃᵈʲᵃᶜᵉⁿᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵒᵘᶜʰ‧ ᴴᵉ ʰᵉˡᵈ ˢᵖᵒᵗ‧
"ᴵ'ˡˡ ˢᵖᵉⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ⁿⁱᵍʰᵗ ˢᵒ ʷᵉ'ˡˡ ᵇᵉ ˢⁱᵈᵉ ᵇʸ ˢⁱᵈᵉ‧‧"
ᵀʰᵉ ⁿᵉˣᵗ ᵐᵒʳⁿⁱⁿᵍ ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ᵃʷᵒᵏᵉ ʳⁱᵍʰᵗ ᵇʸ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ‧
"ᴳᵒᵒᵈ ᵐᵒʳⁿⁱⁿᵍ ᵈᵉᵃʳ ᶠʳⁱᵉⁿᵈ! ᴵ ʰᵒᵖᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵍᵉᵗ ᶠᵉᵉˡⁱⁿᵍ ᵃⁿʸ
ᵇᵉᵗᵗᵉʳ ᵗᵒᵈᵃʸ‧ ʸᵒᵘ'ʳᵉ ᵐⁱˢˢᵉᵈ ᵇʸ ᵘˢ!" ᴷⁱˢˢⁱⁿᵍ ʰⁱˢ ᶠᵒʳᵉʰᵉᵃᵈ
ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ˢᵃᵗ ᵇʸ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ‧ "ᔆʰᵒʷ ᵐᵉ ᵃ ˢⁱᵍⁿ‧‧‧" ᶜʳʸⁱⁿᵍ
ᵃᵍᵃⁱⁿ⸴ ˢᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ᵈᵉᶜⁱᵈᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ʳᵉᵃᵈ ᵗᵒ ʰⁱᵐ ʷʰⁱˡˢᵗ ʷᵃⁱᵗⁱⁿᵍ‧
"ᵂʰᵃᵗ ᵇᵒᵒᵏˢ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ʸᵒᵘ‧‧‧" ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ˡᵒᵒᵏᵉᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ⁿᵒᵗⁱᶜᵉᵈ
ᵃ ᵇᵒᵒᵏ ᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗᵃᵇˡᵉ‧ "ᴬ ᵇᵒᵒᵏ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ⁿᵘᶜˡᵉᵃʳ ᵖᵒʷᵉʳ‧‧" ᶜʰᵘᶜᵏˡᵉᵈ
ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ᵃˢ ʰᵉ ʷᵉⁿᵗ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ᵗᵒ ˢⁱᵗ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ‧ "ᴵ'ˡˡ ˢᵗᵃʳᵗ
ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵉᵍⁱⁿⁿⁱⁿᵍ‧‧‧" ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ᵍᵒᵗ ⁱⁿᵗᵉʳʳᵘᵖᵗᵉᵈ ᵇʸ ʰⁱˢ ᵖʰᵒⁿᵉ‧
'ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ʷʰᵉʳᵉ ᵃʳᵉ ʸᵒᵘ? ᴵ ᵃᵐ ᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘʳ ʰᵒᵘˢᵉ‧‧' ᴾᵃᵗʳⁱᶜᵏ 
ᵃⁿˢʷᵉʳᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ˢⁱᵈᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵖʰᵒⁿᵉ‧ "ᴵ'ᵐ ᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜʰᵘᵐ ᵇᵘᶜᵏᵉᵗ!"
ᴬᶠᵗᵉʳ ʰᵃⁿᵍⁱⁿᵍ ᵘᵖ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖʰᵒⁿᵉ⸴ ˢᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ʷᵉⁿᵗ ʳⁱᵍʰᵗ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ᵗᵒ
ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ'ˢ ᵇᵒᵒᵏ‧ ᴴᵉ ᵈⁱᵈⁿ'ᵗ ᵘⁿᵈᵉʳˢᵗᵃⁿᵈ ʰᵃˡᶠ ᵒᶠ ⁱᵗ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵈⁱᵈⁿ'ᵗ ˡⁱᵏᵉ
ⁱᵗ ᵖᵃʳᵗⁱᶜᵘˡᵃʳˡʸ ʰⁱᵐˢᵉˡᶠ⸴ ᵇᵘᵗ ʰᵉ ᵏᵉᵖᵗ ᵒⁿ ʳᵉᵃᵈⁱⁿᵍ ⁱᵗ ᵗᵒ ʰⁱᵐ‧‧
ᴾᵉᵗˢ ᵃʳᵉ ˢᵐᵃʳᵗ ᵃⁿᵈ ᶜᵃⁿ ˢᵉⁿˢᵉ⸴ ˢᵒ ˢᵖᵒᵗ ᵏⁿᵉʷ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ'ˢ ᵗʳʸⁱⁿᵍ
ᵗᵒ ᶜᵒᵐᵉ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵒᵐᵃ‧ ᔆᵖᵒᵗ ⁱᵐᵐᵉᵈⁱᵃᵗᵉˡʸ ˢᵗᵃʳᵗᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ⁿᵘᵈᵍᵉ
ʰⁱᵐ ᵃˢ ʰᵉ ᵈᵉᵗᵉᶜᵗᵉᵈ ˢˡᵒʷˡʸ ᵇᵘᵗ ˢᵘʳᵉˡʸ ʳᵉᶜᵒᵛᵉʳʸ‧ "ᔆᵖᵒᵗ ˡᵒᵛᵉˢ ʸᵒᵘ
ˢᵒ ᵐᵘᶜʰ⸴ ᵃⁿᵈ ˢᵒ ᵈᵒ ᴵ‧ ᵂᵉ ʲᵘˢᵗ ʷᵃⁿᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ʷᵉˡˡ‧ ʸᵒᵘ'ʳᵉ ˢᵒ
ᵃᵐᵃᶻⁱⁿᵍ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ‧ ᴺᵒ ᵐᵃᵗᵗᵉʳ ʷʰᵃᵗ⸴ ⁱᵗ'ˢ ᵃ ᵖʳᵒᵐⁱˢᵉ‧‧"
ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ʰᵉᵃʳᵈ ˢᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ'ˢ ᵛᵒⁱᶜᵉ ᶜᵒᵐᵖˡⁱᵐᵉⁿᵗⁱⁿᵍ ʰⁱᵐ‧ ᴴᵉ ᵗʳⁱᵉᵈ
ᵗᵒ ʷᵃᵏᵉⁿ⸴ ᵃⁿᵈ ˢᵖᵒᵗ ᵇᵃʳᵏᵉᵈ ᶠᵒʳ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ‧ ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ˢᵃʷ ʰⁱᵐ 
ᶠⁱⁿᵃˡˡʸ ˢʰᵒʷ ˢˡⁱᵍʰᵗ ᵐᵒᵛᵉᵐᵉⁿᵗ ᵃˢ ˢᵖᵒᵗ ᵇᵃʳᵏᵉᵈ‧ "ᴸᵒᵛᵉ ʸᵒᵘ‧‧" ˢᵃⁱᵈ
ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ‧ "ᴵ'ᵐ ˢᵒ ᵖʳᵒᵘᵈ‧‧" ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ᶠⁱⁿᵃˡˡʸ ᵃʷᵃᵏᵉ ᵉⁿᵒᵘᵍʰ ᵗᵒ
ʷᵃᵏᵉⁿ ᵘᵖ⸴ ʰⁱˢ ᵉʸᵉ ᶠˡᵘᵗᵗᵉʳⁱⁿᵍ ᵒᵖᵉⁿ‧ "ᵂʰᵃᵗ ᵃʳᵉ ʸᵒᵘ⁻ ʷʰᵉʳᵉ ᵃʳᵉ ʷᵉ‧‧"
ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵉⁿ ˢᵗᵃʳᵗᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᶠᵉᵉˡ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵃⁱⁿ ʷʰᵉʳᵉ ʰᵉ ᵍᵒᵗ ʰᵘʳᵗ‧
"ʸᵃᵒ⸴ ʷʰᵃᵗ ʰᵃᵖᵖᵉⁿᵉᵈ; ʷʰᵃᵗ'ˢ ᵍᵒⁱⁿᵍ ᵒⁿ‽" ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ
ᔆᵃⁱᵈ⸴ ᵈᵃᶻᵉᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ˢᵗⁱˡˡ ʷᵉᵃᵏ‧ ᴶᵘˢᵗ ᵗʰᵉⁿ⸴ ᴾᵃᵗʳⁱᶜᵏ ᶜᵃᵐᵉ
ⁱⁿ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵇᵒᵃʳᵈ ᵍᵃᵐᵉ‧ "ᴾᵃᵗʳⁱᶜᵏ‧‧" "ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ᴵ ᵇʳᵘⁿᵍ
ᵗʰᵉ ᵍᵃᵐᵉ!" ᴾᵃᵗʳⁱᶜᵏ ᵖˡᵒᵖᵖᵉᵈ ʰⁱᵐˢᵉˡᶠ ᵈᵒʷⁿ ᵇʸ ᵗʰᵉᵐ‧
"ᶜᵃⁿ ʸᵒᵘ ᵍⁱᵛᵉ ᵘˢ ᵃ ᵐᵒᵐᵉⁿᵗ ᴾᵃᵗ?" "ᔆᵘʳᵉ‧‧" ᴾᵃᵗʳⁱᶜᵏ ᵖˡᵃʸᵉᵈ
ʷⁱᵗʰ ˢᵖᵒᵗ‧ "ᴵ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ʸᵒᵘ'ʳᵉ ᶜᵒⁿᶠᵘˢᵉᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵍʳᵒᵍᵍʸ⸴ ᵇᵘᵗ ʸᵒᵘ
ᶠᵉˡˡ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵍᵒᵗ ʰᵘʳᵗ‧ ᶜᵃⁿ ʸᵒᵘ ᵗᵉˡˡ ᵐᵉ ʷʰᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ʳᵉᵐᵉᵐᵇᵉʳ?"
ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ʰᵉˡᵖᵉᵈ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ˢⁱᵗᵗⁱⁿᵍ ʰⁱᵐ ᵘᵖ ᵃˢ ʰᵉ ˢᵗⁱˡˡ
ʷᵃˢ ᵈⁱˢᵒʳⁱᵉⁿᵗᵉᵈ‧ "ᵀʰᵉ ʳᵒᵒᶠ ᵒᶠ ʳᵉˢᵗᵃᵘʳᵃⁿᵗ'ˢ‧‧" "ʸᵉˢᵗᵉʳᵈᵃʸ
ʸᵒᵘ ᶠᵉˡˡ ᵒᶠᶠ ᵃⁿᵈ ᴵ ⁿᵉᵛᵉʳ ˡᵉᶠᵗ ʸᵒᵘʳ ˢⁱᵈᵉ‧ ᔆᵖᵒᵗ ᵃˡˢᵒ ˢᵗᵃʸᵉᵈ
ˢⁱᵈᵉ ᵇʸ ˢⁱᵈᵉ⸴ ᵃⁿᵈ ᴾᵃᵗʳⁱᶜᵏ ᶜᵃᵐᵉ ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ ᴵ ᵗᵒˡᵈ ʰⁱᵐ ᴵ ʷᵃˢⁿ'ᵗ
ʰᵒᵐᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵖˡᵃʸ ʷⁱᵗʰ ʰⁱᵐ‧" "ᴰᵒ ʸᵒᵘ ˢᵉᵉ ᵐᵉ ᵃˢ ᶠʳⁱᵉⁿᵈ?" "ᴼᶠ
ᶜᵒᵘʳˢᵉ! ᴺᵒʷ ˡᵉᵗ'ˢ ˢᵉᵉ ʷʰᵃᵗ ᵍᵃᵐᵉ ᴾᵃᵗʳⁱᶜᵏ'ˢ ᵍᵒᵗ‧‧"
"ᴰᵒᵉˢ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ʷᵃⁿⁿᵃ ᵖˡᵃʸ?" "ᵂᵉ ᶜᵃⁿ ᵗʳʸ ᴾᵃᵗʳⁱᶜᵏ'ˢ
ⁿᵉʷ ᵍᵃᵐᵉ!" "ᶠⁱⁿᵉ ᴵ ᵍᵘᵉˢˢ‧‧" "ᶜᵃⁿ ᴵ ᵃˢᵏ ʸᵒᵘ ʷʰʸ ʸᵒᵘ
ʰᵉˡᵖ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ‧‧‧" "ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ʰᵃᵈ ᵃ ˡⁱᵗᵗˡᵉ ᶠᵃˡˡ ᵇᵘᵗ ʰᵉ'ˢ
ᵍᵉᵗᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵇᵉᵗᵗᵉʳ ⁿᵒʷ! ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ'ˢ ˢᵗⁱˡˡ ᵍᵉᵗᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ᵗᵒ
ⁿᵒʳᵐᵃˡ ʸᵉᵗ ˢᵒ ᵇᵘᵗ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ʷᵒʳʳʸ‧‧" "ᴵ ᶜᵃⁿ ʳᵒˡˡ ᵈⁱᶜᵉ ᶠᵒʳ?"
"ᴳᵒ ᵃʰᵉᵃᵈ‧" ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ᵗᵒˡᵈ ᴾᵃᵗʳⁱᶜᵏ⸴ ʷʰᵒ ᵗʰᵉⁿ ᵗᵒˢˢᵉᵈ
ᵗʰᵉ ᵈⁱᶜᵉ ᵃˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᵈⁱᶜᵉ ᵘⁿⁱⁿᵗᵉⁿᵗⁱᵒⁿᵃˡˡʸ ʰⁱᵗ ʰⁱᵐ‧ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ
ᵍᵒᵗ ᵈᵃᶻᵉᵈ ᶠᵒʳ ᵃ ᵐᵒᵐᵉⁿᵗ‧ "ᵂᵃᵗᶜʰ ⁱᵗ!" ᴴᵉ ˢᵃⁱᵈ ʷᵉᵃᵏˡʸ‧
"ᴵ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵏ ᵗʰᵉ ᵍᵃᵐᵉ'ˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵉˢᵗ ʳⁱᵍʰᵗ ⁿᵒʷ‧‧" ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉ
ᵇᵒᵇ ᵗᵒˡᵈ ᴾᵃᵗʳⁱᶜᵏ‧ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ᵗʳⁱᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ˢᵗᵃⁿᵈ ᵘᵖ ᵇᵘᵗ ˢᵗⁱˡˡ
ⁿᵒᵗ ʳᵉᶜᵒᵛᵉʳᵉᵈ ᵉⁿᵒᵘᵍʰ⸴ ᶠʳᵘˢᵗʳᵃᵗᵉᵈ ᶠᵒʳ ᵇᵉⁱⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ʰᵘʳᵗ‧
"ʸᵒᵘ ⁿᵉᵉᵈ ʰᵉˡᵖ?" ᴾᵃᵗʳⁱᶜᵏ ᵃˢᵏᵉᵈ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ‧ "ᴵ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ⁿᵉᵉᵈ
ʸᵒᵘʳ ʰᵉˡᵖ‧‧" ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ˢⁿᵃᵖᵖᵉᵈ ᵃᵗ ᴾᵃᵗʳⁱᶜᵏ‧ "ᴵ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵏ ʰᵉ
ʲᵘˢᵗ ʷᵃⁿᵗˢ ᵗᵒ ʳᵉᶜᵒᵛᵉʳ⸴ ᴾᵃᵗ‧ ᴵ'ˡˡ ᶜᵃᵗᶜʰ ᵘᵖ ʷⁱᵗʰ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃᵗ ᵃⁿ
ᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ!" ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ʰᵘᵍᵍᵉᵈ ᴾᵃᵗʳⁱᶜᵏ‧ ᴬᶠᵗᵉʳ ᴾᵃᵗʳⁱᶜᵏ
ˡᵉᶠᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜʰᵘᵐ ᵇᵘᶜᵏᵉᵗ⸴ ˢᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ʷᵉⁿᵗ ʳⁱᵍʰᵗ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ᵗᵒ 
ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ʷᵃˢ⸴ ˢᵉᵉⁱⁿᵍ ᵗᵉᵃʳˢ ʷᵉˡˡ ᵘᵖ ⁱⁿ ʰⁱˢ ᵉʸᵉ‧ "ᵂʰᵃᵗ
ⁱˢ ʷʳᵒⁿᵍ‧‧‧" "ᴵ ᶜᵃⁿ'ᵗ ᵉᵛᵉⁿ ᵍᵉᵗ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ᵘᵖ ᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵒᵘᶜʰ!"
ᴷᵃʳᵉⁿ ᵃʳʳⁱᵛᵉᵈ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ʰᵉʳ ᵗʳⁱᵖ‧ "ᴷᵃʳᵉⁿ! ᴼʰ ᴵ
ᵃᵐ ᵍˡᵃᵈ ʸᵒᵘ'ʳᵉ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ!" ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ˢᵃⁱᵈ ᵃˢ ʰᵉ
ᵉˣᵖˡᵃⁱⁿᵉᵈ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ‧ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ˢᵃʷ ʰⁱˢ ʷⁱᶠᵉ
ᵃˢ ˢᵖᵒᵗ ʷᵉⁿᵗ ᵘᵖ ᵗᵒ ʰᵉʳ‧ "ᴴᵉʸ‧‧" "ᴴⁱ⸴ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ;
ᴵ ʰᵉᵃʳᵈ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ʸᵉˢᵗᵉʳᵈᵃʸ!" "ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ʰᵉˡᵖᵉᵈ
ᵐᵉ ᵒᵘᵗ‧ ᶜᵃⁿ ʰᵉ ˢᵗᵃʸ ᵗʰᵉ ⁿⁱᵍʰᵗ?" "ᴵ ˢᵘʳᵉ ʷⁱˡˡ!"

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ᵂᵉᵈⁿᵉˢᵈᵃʸ ᴸᵃˢʰᵃⁿ ᴮʳᵃᶻⁱˡ
ᴮᴵᴿᵀᴴ
²⁵ ᔆᵉᵖ ¹⁹⁷¹
ᴰᵉᵗʳᵒⁱᵗ⸴ ᵂᵃʸⁿᵉ ᶜᵒᵘⁿᵗʸ⸴ ᴹⁱᶜʰⁱᵍᵃⁿ⸴ ᵁᔆᴬ
ᴰᴱᴬᵀᴴ
¹ ᴰᵉᶜ ¹⁹⁷² ⁽ᵃᵍᵉᵈ ¹⁾
ᶜᵒˡᵘᵐᵇᵘˢ⸴ ᴮᵃʳᵗʰᵒˡᵒᵐᵉʷ ᶜᵒᵘⁿᵗʸ⸴ ᴵⁿᵈⁱᵃⁿᵃ⸴ ᵁᔆᴬ
ᴮᵁᴿᴵᴬᴸ
ᴳᵃʳˡᵃⁿᵈ ᴮʳᵒᵒᵏ ᶜᵉᵐᵉᵗᵉʳʸ
ᴮʳᵒᵏᵉ ⁿᵉᶜᵏ ᵒⁿ ˢᵗᵃⁱʳᶜᵃˢᵉ
ᴰᵃᵘᵍʰᵗᵉʳ ᵒᶠ ᴱᵃʳᵐᵃ ᴷⁿᵒˣ & ᴮʳᵘᶜᵉ ᴮʳᵃᶻⁱˡ

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𝓫𝓾𝓼 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐬
𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥
𝓼𝓵𝓲𝓹 𝓸𝓯 𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓶𝓲𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓸𝓷 𝐍𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐎𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞, 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐩𝐚𝐥, 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐰 & 𝐓𝐞𝐥𝐥
𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝓒𝓵𝓪𝓼𝓼
𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐃𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥
𝐋𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐛𝐨𝐱
𝐑𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝓡𝓮𝓬𝓮𝓼𝓼
𝓼𝓲𝓰𝓷𝓮𝓭 𝓾𝓹 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝐂𝐥𝐮𝐛
𝐃𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 -𝓲𝓷 𝓭𝓮𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷

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ᔆⁱᵈᵉ ᵇʸ ˢⁱᵈᵉ
⁽ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᴮᵒᵇ ᶠᵃⁿᶠⁱᶜ⁾
ᴼⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵒᵒᶠ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜʰᵘᵐ ᵇᵘᶜᵏᵉᵗ⸴ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ᵗʰʳᵉʷ
ᵗʰᵉ ᵍʳᵃᵖᵖˡⁱⁿᵍ ʰᵒᵒᵏ ᵃˢ ⁱᵗ ᵃᵗᵗᵃᶜʰᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵒᵒᶠ ᵒᶠ
ᵗʰᵉ ᵏʳᵘˢᵗʸ ᵏʳᵃᵇ‧ ᔆᵉᶜᵘʳⁱⁿᵍ ⁱᵗ⸴ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ʷᵉⁿᵗ ᵃⁿᵈ
ᵍᵒᵗ ᶻⁱᵖ ˡⁱⁿᵉ ᵐᵉᶜʰᵃⁿⁱˢᵐ ᵃˢ ʰᵉ ʲᵘᵐᵖᵉᵈ ˢˡⁱᵈⁱⁿᵍ ᵒⁿ
ᵈᵒʷⁿ‧ ᴹʳ‧ ᴷʳᵃᵇˢ ˢᵃʷ ʰⁱᵐ ᵃᵇᵒᵛᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵒᵃᵈ ʷʰᵉⁿ 
ˢᵉᵉⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵒᵖᵉ ˢᵗʳⁱⁿᵍ ʰᵉ ˢᵉᵛᵉʳᵉᵈ ⁱᵗ‧ ᶠᵃˡˡⁱⁿᵍ ᵈᵒʷⁿ
ʰᵉᵃᵈᶠⁱʳˢᵗ⸴ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ʰⁱᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ʰᵃʳᵈ ᶜᵉᵐᵉⁿᵗ ᵒⁿᶜᵉ ʰᵉ
ᶠᵉˡˡ ᵈᵒʷⁿ‧ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ'ˢ ᵛⁱˢⁱᵒⁿ ᵇˡᵘʳʳᵉᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ᶠᵃᵈᵉᵈ ⁱⁿᵗᵒ
ⁿᵒᵗʰⁱⁿᵍⁿᵉˢˢ⸴ ᵘⁿᶜᵒⁿˢᶜⁱᵒᵘˢ‧ ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ʷᵃᵗᶜʰᵉᵈ ⁱᵗ
ᵃˡˡ ᵘⁿᶠᵒˡᵈ ʰᵉˡᵖˡᵉˢˢˡʸ‧ ᴹʳ‧ ᴷʳᵃᵇˢ ᶠʳᵒᶻᵉ ᵃˢ ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ
ʷᵉⁿᵗ ᵗᵒ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ'ˢ ˢᵗⁱˡˡ ᶠᵒʳᵐ ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ ᵗʰᵉ ᵃᵖᵖᵃʳᵃᵗᵘˢ ʰⁱᵗ
ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ'ˢ ʰᵉᵃᵈ‧ ᴹʳ‧ ᴷʳᵃᵇˢ ᵇᵃᶜᵏᵉᵈ ᵃʷᵃʸ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ⁱⁿᵗᵒ
ʰⁱˢ ᵒʷⁿ ʳᵉˢᵗᵃᵘʳᵃⁿᵗ ˡᵉᵃᵛⁱⁿᵍ ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ‧
ᴴⁱˢ ᶜᵒᵐᵃᵗᵒˢᵉ ᵇᵒᵈʸ ˢᵗⁱˡˡ ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈ ᵇʳᵉᵃᵗʰᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ʰᵉᵃʳᵗ
ᵇᵉᵃᵗ ˢᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ᵐᵃᵈᵉ ˢᵘʳᵉ‧ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ᵈⁱᵈⁿ'ᵗ ˢʰᵒʷ
ᵐᵘᶜʰ ⁱⁿᵈⁱᶜᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᵒᶠ ˡⁱᶠᵉ ᵒᵗʰᵉʳʷⁱˢᵉ⸴ ⁿᵒʳ ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈ ʰᵉ
ᵃᶜᵏⁿᵒʷˡᵉᵈᵍᵉ ˢᵘʳʳᵒᵘⁿᵈⁱⁿᵍˢ ᵃˢ ᵈᵉᵃᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵒʳˡᵈ
ʷⁱᵗʰᵒᵘᵗ ᵇᵉⁱⁿᵍ ᵃᶜᵗᵘᵃˡˡʸ ᵈᵉᵃᵈ‧ ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈⁿ'ᵗ
ᵍᵉᵗ ʰⁱᵐ ᵗᵒ ʳᵉᵃᶜᵗ ᵒʳ ᵈᵒ ᵃⁿʸᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ⸴ ᵉᵛᵉⁿ ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ ᵗʳʸⁱⁿᵍ
ᵗᵒ ˢᑫᵘᵉᵉᶻᵉ ʰⁱˢ ʰᵃⁿᵈ‧ "ᵂᵉ ᵍᵒᵗᵗᵃ ᵍᵉᵗ ʰⁱᵐ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ
ˢᵗʳᵉᵉᵗ ᵃᵗ ˡᵉᵃˢᵗ‧‧" ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ˢᵃⁱᵈ‧ ᴴᵉ ᵏⁿᵉʷ ᔆᵃⁿᵈʸ
ᵃⁿᵈ ᴷᵃʳᵉⁿ ʷᵉʳᵉ ʰᵃᵛⁱⁿᵍ ᵃ ⁿⁱᵍʰᵗ ᵒᵘᵗ⸴ ˢᵒ ʰᵉ ˢᵉᵗ ʰⁱᵐ
ᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵒᵘᶜʰ ᵃˢ ˢᵖᵒᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵃᵐᵒᵉᵇᵃ ᵖᵘᵖᵖʸ ᵗʳᵒᵗˢ ᵒᵛᵉʳ‧
ᔆᵖᵒᵗ ʷʰⁱᵐᵖᵉʳᵉᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵍᵃᵛᵉ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ᵏⁱˢˢᵉˢ ᵇᵘᵗ ʰᵉ 
ᵈⁱᵈⁿ'ᵗ ʳᵉˢᵖᵒⁿᵈ ᵗᵒ ˢᵖᵒᵗˢ ˡⁱᶜᵏⁱⁿᵍ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ˢˡⁱᵍʰᵗᵉˢᵗ! "ᴵ'ᵛᵉ
ᵇʳᵒᵘᵍʰᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵒᵐᶠᵒʳᵗ ᵒᶠ ʸᵒᵘʳ ʰᵒᵐᵉ‧‧" ᶜʳⁱᵉᵈ
ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ‧ ᔆᵃⁿᵈʸ ᵗᵒˡᵈ ˢᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ᵉᵃʳˡⁱᵉʳ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉ
ᵍⁱʳˡˢ ⁿⁱᵍʰᵗ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗᵒ ⁿᵒᵗ ⁱⁿᵗᵉʳʳᵘᵖᵗ⸴ ᵇᵘᵗ ʰᵉ ᵗᵉˣᵗᵉᵈ 'ˢᵒʳʳʸ ᵗᵒ
ᵇᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ʸᵒᵘ ᵇᵘᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ⁿᵉᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ʸᵒᵘʳ ʰᵘˢᵇᵃⁿᵈ ⁱˢ ⁱⁿ
ˢᵉⁿˢᵉˡᵉˢˢ ᶜᵒᵐᵃ' ˢᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ᵗᵉˣᵗᵉᵈ ᴷᵃʳᵉⁿ‧ ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ
ᵈᵉˢᵖᵉʳᵃᵗᵉ ᵉⁿᵒᵘᵍʰ ᵗᵒ ʳᵉᵃᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵃᵗᵗʸ ⁱⁿᵍʳᵉᵈⁱᵉⁿᵗˢ ᵗᵒ
ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ᵇᵘᵗ ʰᵉ ˢᵗⁱˡˡ ᵈⁱᵈⁿ'ᵗ ᶠˡⁱⁿᶜʰ ᵒʳ ˢʰᵒʷ ᵐᵒᵛᵉᵐᵉⁿᵗ‧
ᔆᵖᵒᵗ ˡᵒᵒᵏᵉᵈ ᵃᵗ ʰⁱˢ ᵒʷⁿᵉʳ‧ "ᴵ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ⁱᵗ'ˢ ᵇᵃᵈ ᔆᵖᵒᵗ
ᵇᵘᵗ ʰᵉ ʷᵒⁿ'ᵗ ʷᵃᵏᵉ ᵘᵖ!" ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ᶠᵉˡᵗ ʰⁱˢ ᵗᵉᵃʳˢ
ˢᵗʳᵉᵃᵐ ᵈᵒʷⁿ‧ "ᴵ ʷᵒⁿ'ᵗ ᵍⁱᵛᵉ ᵘᵖ ᵒⁿ⸴ ᴵ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ʸᵒᵘ'ʳᵉ
ˢᵒᵐᵉʷʰᵉʳᵉ ⁱⁿ‧‧" ᔆᵒᵇᵇⁱⁿᵍ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵖᵃᵗᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ'ˢ
ᵃʳᵐ ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ᵈⁱᵈⁿ'ᵗ ˡᵉᵃᵛᵉ ʰⁱˢ ˢⁱᵈᵉ‧ ᴹᵉᵃⁿʷʰⁱˡᵉ
ᴷᵃʳᵉⁿ ᵃⁿᵈ ˢᵃⁿᵈʸ ʷᵉʳᵉ ᶜʰᵃᵗᵗⁱⁿᵍ‧ "ᴺᵒᵗⁱᶠⁱᶜᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᶠʳᵒᵐ
ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ‧‧‧" "ᴵ ᵗᵒˡᵈ ʰⁱᵐ ᴵ'ᵈ ˢⁱˡᵉⁿᶜᵉ ᵐʸ ᵖʰᵒⁿᵉ! ᴼʰ
ʰᵒʷ ᵈᵃʳᵉ ʰᵉ‧‧‧" ᔆᵃⁿᵈʸ ˢᵗᵃʳᵗᵉᵈ ᵇᵘᵗ ˢᵗᵒᵖˢ ᵃˢ ᴷᵃʳᵉⁿ'ˢ
ᵉˣᵖʳᵉˢˢⁱᵒⁿ ᶜʰᵃⁿᵍᵉᵈ‧ "ᔆᵒᵐᵉᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ᵐᵘˢᵗ ᵇᵉ ʷʳᵒⁿᵍ‧‧‧
ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ'ˢ ʰᵘʳᵗ‽ ᔆᵒᵐᵉᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ᵇᵃᵈ ᵐᵘˢᵗ'ᵛᵉ ʰᵃᵖᵖᵉⁿᵉᵈ‧"
ᔆᵃⁿᵈʸ ᶠᵒˡˡᵒʷᵉᵈ ᴷᵃʳᵉⁿ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜʰᵘᵐ ᵇᵘᶜᵏᵉᵗ‧ "ᵂʰᵉʳᵉ'ˢ
ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ?" ᵀʰᵉʸ ˢᵃʷ ˢᵖᵒᵗ ᵃˢ ʰᵉ ᵇᵃʳᵏᵉᵈ ˢᵗⁱˡˡ ᵇʸ ᵗʰᵉᵐ‧
ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ᵗᵒˡᵈ ᵗʰᵉᵐ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᶻⁱᵖ ˡⁱⁿᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ʰᵒʷ ʰᵉ
ᵉⁿᵈᵉᵈ ᵘᵖ ᵈᵉᵉᵖˡʸ ᵘⁿᶜᵒⁿˢᶜⁱᵒᵘˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᶜᵒᵐᵖˡᵉᵗᵉˡʸ ˡⁱᵐᵖ‧
"ᴷᵃʳᵉⁿ ᶜᵃⁿ ʸᵒᵘ ˢᶜᵃⁿ ʰⁱᵐ ᵗᵒ ˢᵉᵉ ᵒʳ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ?" ᔆʰᵉ
ᵗᵘʳⁿᵉᵈ⸴ ᵉˣᵃᵐⁱⁿⁱⁿᵍ ʰⁱᵐ‧ "ᴺᵒᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ʷᵉ ᶜᵃⁿ ᵈᵒ ᵗᵒⁿⁱᵍʰᵗ
ᵇᵘᵗ ʰᵉ'ˢ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵍᵒⁿⁿᵃ ᵇᵉ ᵃᵇˡᵉ ᵗᵒ ʳᵒᵘˢᵉ ᶜᵒⁿˢᶜⁱᵒᵘˢⁿᵉˢˢ
ᶠᵒʳ ᵃᵗ ˡᵉᵃˢᵗ ᵗᵒᵐᵒʳʳᵒʷ ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳⁿᵒᵒⁿ‧‧" ᔆᵃⁱᵈ ᴷᵃʳᵉⁿ‧ ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉ
ᵇᵒᵇ ᶜᵃᵐᵉ ʳⁱᵍʰᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜʰᵘᵐ ᵇᵘᶜᵏᵉᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ⁿᵉˣᵗ ᵐᵒʳⁿⁱⁿᵍ‧
ᔆᵖᵒᵗ ˢᵃʷ ˢᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵍᵃᵛᵉ ᵃ ˢᵃᵈ ʷᵃᵍ ᵒᶠ ʰⁱˢ ᵗᵃⁱˡ‧
ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ᵖᵘˡˡᵉᵈ ᵘᵖ ᵃ ᶜʰᵃⁱʳ ᵇʸ ʰⁱᵐ ᵃᵈʲᵃᶜᵉⁿᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ
ᶜᵒᵘᶜʰ ʷʰᵉʳᵉ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ'ˢ ᵃᵗ‧ ᴴᵉ ʰᵉˡᵈ ˢᵖᵒᵗ ᵒⁿ ʰⁱˢ ˡᵃᵖ‧
"ᴴᵉˡˡᵒ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ; ᴵ'ᵛᵉ ⁿᵒ ʷᵒʳᵏ ᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵏʳᵘˢᵗʸ ᵏʳᵃᵇ ᵗᵒᵈᵃʸ‧
ᴷᵃʳᵉⁿ ᵗᵒˡᵈ ᵐᵉ ʸᵒᵘ'ᵈ ˡⁱᵏᵉˡʸ ᵗᵒ ⁱᵐᵖʳᵒᵛᵉ! ᵂᵉ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ʸᵒᵘ‧‧‧"
ᵀʰᵉ ᶠⁱʳˢᵗ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ˢᵉⁿˢᵉ ᶠᵒʳ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ᵗᵒ ʳᵉᵍᵃⁱⁿ ʷᵃˢ 
ʰⁱˢ ʰᵉᵃʳⁱⁿᵍ‧ ᔆᵗⁱˡˡ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵃʷᵃᵏᵉ⸴ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵘᶠᶠˡᵉᵈ ˢᵒᵘⁿᵈ ᵒᶠ
ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ'ˢ ᵛᵒⁱᶜᵉ ᵐᵃᵈᵉ ʷᵃʸ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰʳᵒᵘᵍʰ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ‧
"ᴵ ʳᵉᵐᵉᵐᵇᵉʳ ʷʰᵉⁿ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃᵈᵒᵖᵗᵉᵈ ˢᵖᵒᵗ‧‧" ᔆᵃⁱᵈ ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉ
ᵇᵒᵇ ᵃˢ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ⁿᵉˣᵗ ʳᵉᵃˡⁱˢᵉᵈ ˢᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ'ˢ ᵇʸ ʰⁱᵐ‧
ᴴᵉ ᵈⁱᵈⁿ'ᵗ ʷᵃᵏᵉ ᵘᵖ ʸᵉᵗ ᵇᵘᵗ ʰᵉ ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈⁿ'ᵗ ˢᵘᵐᵐᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵉ
ᵉⁿᵉʳᵍʸ ᵗᵒ ʳᵒᵘˢᵉ ⁿᵒʳ ᵒᵖᵉⁿ ʰⁱˢ ᵉʸᵉ ʸᵉᵗ‧ ᔆᵖᵒᵗ ʳᵉᵃˡⁱˢᵉᵈ
ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ʷᵃˢⁿ'ᵗ ᵃˢ ᶜᵒᵐᵃᵗᵒˢᵉ ᵃˢ ᵇᵉᶠᵒʳᵉ‧ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ
ʳᵉᶜᵒᵍⁿⁱˢᵉᵈ ˢᵖᵒᵗ'ˢ ᵇʸ ʰⁱᵐ‧ ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ⁿᵒᵗⁱᶜᵉᵈ ˢᵖᵒᵗ
ᵉᵃᵍᵉʳ ʷʰᵉⁿ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ'ˢ ᵉʸᵉˡⁱᵈ ᵇᵃʳᵉˡʸ ᵗʷⁱᵗᶜʰᵉᵈ ᵇᵘᵗ
ˢᵗⁱˡˡ ᶜˡᵒˢᵉᵈ‧ ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ᵍᵃˢᵖᵉᵈ ⁱⁿ ᵉˣᶜⁱᵗᵉᵐᵉⁿᵗ ᵘᵖᵒⁿ
ˢᵉᵉⁱⁿᵍ ᵐᵒᵛᵉᵐᵉⁿᵗ‧ "ᴵ'ᵛᵉ ᵐⁱˢˢᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ᴵ ˡᵒᵛᵉ
ʷʰᵒᵐ ʷᵉ ᵃˡˡ ᵏⁿᵒʷ‧‧‧" ᶜᵒᵃˣᵉᵈ ˢᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ᵃˢ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ
ˢᵗᵃʳᵗᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉᵍⁱⁿ ʷᵃᵏⁱⁿᵍ ᵘᵖ‧ ᴴᵉ ᶠᵉˡᵗ ˢᵖᵒᵗ ⁿᵘᵈᵍᵉ ʰⁱᵐ
ᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰ ᵘⁿᵃᵇˡᵉ ᵗᵒ ʳᵉᵃᶜᵗ ᵈⁱʳᵉᶜᵗˡʸ‧ ᔆᵗⁱˡˡ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ˢⁱᵍʰᵉᵈ
ᵃˢ ʰᵉ ˢˡᵒʷˡʸ ᵒᵖᵉⁿᵉᵈ ʰⁱˢ ᵉʸᵉ ᵗᵒ‧ ⱽⁱˢⁱᵒⁿ ⁿᵒᵗ ˢᵒ ᵇˡᵘʳʳʸ
ⁿᵒʷ ʰᵉ ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈ ᵇᵃʳᵉˡʸ ˡⁱᶠᵗ ʰⁱˢ ʰᵉᵃᵈ‧ "ᴹᵐ‧‧" "ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ‧"
"ᵁᵒʸ⸴ ʷʰᵃ?" ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ᵇˡⁱⁿᵏᵉᵈ‧ "ᵂʰᵉʳᵉ‧‧" ᶠᵉᵉˡⁱⁿᵍ
ᵍʳᵒᵍᵍʸ⸴ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵃⁱⁿ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠᵃˡˡ ᶠⁱⁿᵃˡˡʸ ʳᵉᵍⁱˢᵗᵉʳᵉᵈ‧
"ᴼᵘ‧‧" ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ᶠᵉˡᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵈᵘˡˡ ᵖᵃⁱⁿ ˢᵘʳᵍᵉ ˢʰᵃʳᵖᵉʳ‧
"ᵂʰᵉʳᵉ⸴ ʷʰᵃᵗ ʰᵃᵖᵖᵉⁿᵉᵈ; ᵍᵃʰ⸴ ʷʰᵉⁿ ᵈ‧‧‧" ᴷᵃʳᵉⁿ
ʰᵉᵃʳᵈ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ‧ "ᵂʰᵃ⸴ ʷʰᵃᵗ'ˢ ᵍᵒⁱⁿᵍ ᵒⁿ‽" ᴴᵉ'ᵈ
ᶠⁱⁿᵃˡˡʸ ᵃˢᵏᵉᵈ ⁱⁿ ᵃ ᶠᵘˡˡ ˢᵉⁿᵗᵉⁿᶜᵉ‧ "ʸᵒᵘ ᵍᵒᵗᵗᵃ ᶻⁱᵖ
ˡⁱⁿᵉ ᵇᵘᵗ ᶠᵉˡˡ; ˢᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ᵐᵃᵈᵉ ˢᵘʳᵉ ᵗᵒᵒᵏ ᶜᵃʳᵉ ᵒᶠ
ʸᵒᵘ ᵃⁿᵈ ˢᵖᵒᵗ ᵃˡˢᵒ ˡᵒᵒᵏᵉᵈ ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ ʸᵒᵘ‧" ᴬⁿˢʷᵉʳᵉᵈ
ᴷᵃʳᵉⁿ‧ "ᴵᵗ ʰᵃᵖᵖᵉⁿᵉᵈ ʸᵉˢᵗᵉʳᵈᵃʸ⸴ ˢᵒ‧‧" ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ
ˢᵗʳᵒᵏᵉᵈ ʰⁱˢ ᵃʳᵐ‧ ᔆᵗⁱˡˡ ᵗᵒ ᵈⁱᶻᶻʸ ᵗᵒ ˢⁱᵗ ᵘᵖ ᵒⁿ ʰⁱˢ ᵒʷⁿ
ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ˡᵉᵗ ˢᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ʰᵉˡᵖ ʰⁱᵐ ᵘᵖʳⁱᵍʰᵗ ˢᵒ ᵃˢ
ᵗᵒ ᵍᵉᵗ ᵃ ᵈʳⁱⁿᵏ ᵒᶠ ʷᵃᵗᵉʳ‧ "ᵀʰᵃⁿᵏˢ‧‧" ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ᵐᵃⁿᵃᵍᵉᵈ‧
"ᴰᵒ ʸᵒᵘ ʷᵃⁿᵗ ᵐᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵍᵒ ᵍⁱᵛᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ˢᵖᵃᶜᵉ?" ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉ
ᵇᵒᵇ ᵃˢᵏᵉᵈ‧ "ᔆᵗᵃʸ‧‧" "ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵃⁿ ˡᵉᵗ ᵐᵉ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ⁱᶠ ʸᵒᵘ
ⁿᵉᵉᵈ‧‧‧" "ᴵ'ᵐ ʲᵘˢᵗ ʷᵃⁿᵗⁱⁿᵍ ʳᵉˢᵗ⸴ ʰᵒˡᵈ ᵐʸ ʰᵃⁿᵈ‧‧"
ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ˢᵐⁱˡᵉᵈ ᵃᵗ ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ⸴ ˢⁱᵈᵉ ᵇʸ ˢⁱᵈᵉ‧

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Horror Short Story: The Accident
In this horror short story, a man tries to cope with what he has done.

Written by: Reddit user Minnboy

Halverson sat in his dark living room. He hadn’t moved for over an hour. The accident earlier that evening kept playing over and over in his mind. The light turned red, but he was in a hurry and accelerated. 
An orange blur came from his right and in a split second there was a violent jolt, then the bicyclist rolled across his hood and fell out of sight on the pavement. Horns blared angrily and he panicked, stepping on the gas 
and screeching away from the chaos into the darkness, shaken and keeping an eye on his rearview mirror until he got home.

Why did you run, you fool? He’d never committed a crime before this and punished himself by imagining years in jail, his career gone, his family gone, his future gone. Why not just go to the police right now? 
Then someone tapped on the front door and his world suddenly crumbled away beneath him. They found me.

There was nothing he could do but answer it. Running would only make matters worse. Trembling, he got up, went to the door and opened it. A police officer stood under the porch light. “Mr. Halverson?” asked the grim officer. 
He let out a defeated sigh. “Yes. Let me —”I am terribly sorry, but I’m afraid I have some bad news. Your son’s bike was struck by a hit and run driver this evening. He died at the scene. I’m very sorry for your loss.

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