He’d spoken with Mercy by video call. His reserve to continue his writing faltered. He saw her eyes, swollen with tears. His children pleaded with
Always remember: if a technology is free, you are the product.
A woman’s husband is murdered in front of her. Twenty years later, she becomes mayor, and in face of criticism for police brutality, she publicly invites killers to the homes of her political enemies, so they can receive the same violence her husband did. When protestors come to confront her, they risk being mowed down by machine gun fire. It’s like a shitty, suburban Game of Thrones character arc.
I received my first comment today on my sweet, innocent JK Rowling, Wrong. I was thrilled, until I read the comment. The poster seemed to
He laid in their king sized bed by himself; the house was quiet. He had called in sick to work so that he could rest
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