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Build a fort with the blankets and pillows.
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2 yrs ago
Today is my 15th wedding anniversary đź’•.
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2 yrs ago
Legit watching how long that 1v1 interest check stays on the front page. I'll never quit this site.
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2 yrs ago
Discipline a heretic and he'll be loyal for a moment, put him to the flame and he'll be loyal the rest of his life.
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2 yrs ago
Sometimes the heresy purges itself.
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@PrinceAlexus

Small airport and county airport are the same thing. Max may run into Joel and Marlin.
And joel, the great questions?
The set up is set...


Maybe Joel knows more than she thinks. *evil laugh* because internet.

@Furiosa

@Jay Kalton has that character, Aya.
you know, that's not the best way to meet women

“It’s workin’ pretty good right now.” Joel shot back with a sharp grin. He looked up and for a moment back at her. She had a nice laugh and it occurred to him it had been more than just a few days since he’d last had a real conversation with anyone, particularly anyone of the female camp. As usual, he was conflicted inside. There was a part of him that would live in that shop and roam the streets alone for weeks on end uncaring about meeting anyone or caring about much of anything. Frighteningly enough, sometimes he really liked that side of himself: It was routine and controllable. Women cost time and money he reminded himself, two of his favorite things. He could recall on past dates that his mind would sometimes drift back to shop and on what “productive” things he could be doing rather than going out.

“That out there is Frankenstein for sure...” He said matter-of-factly and glancing back down. “…But that’s what the guy wanted” He considered her comment about being careful of his own creations a little more than she probably knew. “If you’re around here on Saturday morning, you can see the Mona Lisa, though.” He looked up again meeting her gaze confident in that statement as well. He contined, “Can’t say I ever touched an ice-raft, but I did fix a SeaDoo a few weeks ago- That’s pretty close.” He grimaced a little at the memory. He didn’t know anything about jet-skis, but he’d figured it out and testing it out on the river had been fun. “So how’d you wind up in this neck of the woods? Since you’re clearly not from around here.” He said it partly as a jab at her distinct accent.

@PrinceAlexus
@PrinceAlexus

Don't be jealous of the high level of freedom happening over here.
Joel listened as they strolled further through the warehouse to the zone he and Tommy paid for storage. It wasn’t a terribly big plot, about two car lengths, and only occupied by a pair of large, faded-teal containers marked from Yokohama with Japanese and English shipping instructions pressed into the outside. The container itself sported the old Nissan, Sun and Bar logo and in a spray stenciled font below was Apex Designs – SOL City, US. They always capitalized “Sol” for whatever reason and Joel found it amusing. He stooped down to read the Bill of Laden than hung off the box in a plastic sleeve. Most of the text was in Japanese, which he could read about half. The rest was Daedalus import and US Customs documents with weights measurements and various signoffs from all involved in shipping. He’d already inspected the boxes and their contents once before, but with time to kill and present company he decided he’d do another quick check over. One way he screened women’s interest in him by how much of his hobbies they could tolerate.

“Oh, just creeping on girls at the airport mostly.” He replied taking the outside of the container apart from the buckles. He spoke with stone sincerity before glancing back with a slight smirk. He’d loosed the interior bracing when the two engines had first arrived several weeks ago. He and Tommy had negotiated for four of the large Nissan Motorsport V-8’s. One came before last year’s race, the one they’d actually used in the race, another shortly after then two more this year. He took out his phone and peeled back the plastic wrap examining the block with the phone’s light. “No. I got a little shop on the Southside,” He said without looking up. “I build these cars… That thing out there is one mine, one of my customer’s” He stretched around awkwardly to get a better view, still talking. “Domesitcs aren’t my specialty though, I prefer these, even some European stuff.”

Somewhere in the background a radio played at one of the small parcel desks. Joel was never able to tune out ambient music, always hearing every song. It sounded like that retched 10.3 Razzle-Jazzle. He remembered reading that Swan Songs owner’s record collection had mysteriously not been damaged by the fire sprinklers. What a damn shame he thought.
Glad to be rolling again, we had a nice little holiday break there
Because in Sol their is no such thing as escaping a night out lol.


Joel pulled it off fairly efficiently ;-)
Sort of, we're gonna do a short Wednesday night and then we have a special plan for Friday/Saturday we think you will enjoy
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