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Like every other child in America at the moment, his school shut down indefinitely, her son was becoming a domestididact. Together twenty-four hours a day, she would try to teach him what she could, although she knew nothing for certain any more.
Saint Nicholas' sinister colleague, whose task is to deliver appropriate gifts to the less-than-good girls and boys on Christmas eve.
He awakened to the sound of a Harley landing on the roof - right on time - and man, had he prepared his list in hopes of a visit from Satan Nicholas. In an hour he'd run downstairs and find a Chucky doll, gift certificates to Tattoos-R-Us, the Vape store, and Murder-and-Mayhem Video Games. It pays to be bad, he mused. And next year he'd be worse.
That special waitress who approaches your table - clearly wishing you would die during her shift - and asks "How is everything?"
Here comes the dark cloud from hell. Grab your dinner before she confiscates it.
By the year 2050, the sole remaining word in spoken English - a language once said to comprise 171,476 words, in a mode of communication once ubiquitous, then common, then, like, whatever. It was deemed, like, for real? and finally supplanted by enthusiastically written English, ie: texted abbreviations and emojis.
He was, like, 2050? and I'm like, what? and he went, like, the, like, single, like, remaining word in, like, whoa, and I'm, like, whatever
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Rubber bullets, beanbag rounds, stun grenades and other projectiles fired by police at unarmed and non-violent American citizens. Such weapons can produce serious injury, permanent disability and death.
An 18-year-old man, struck in the head by one of the less-lethal weapons, suffered massive injuries. 'You could look down into the wound and see fractured skull fragments', said the EMT. Rubber bullets, fired by police from military grenade launchers, can cause internal bleeding, nerve damage and permanent injury to vital organs.
You and Me. Oneness with another soul, all that needs to be said
It was one of those moments where all separation between them seemed to have evaporated. He searched for words, could find none and simply wrote YaM
The surgical removal of all traces and knowledge of a pandemic, allowing the patient to move freely about, without mask, without distancing, without concern for the safety of others.
That guy walking right up to you, coughing and passing you by an inch? He's had an appandectomy, with nothing left for him to worry about, except the tilt of his 'make America great again' hat.