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American woman screamimg for help near Piazza della Signoria last night

Curling News - Wed, 12/12/2018 - 05:11

at around 2 or 3 am today, December 12th, an American woman was screaming and crying for help near Piazza della Signoria around Via dei Cerchi and saying that a man had beaten her and her friend and that their heads were bleeding. I heard some people run down from my apartment and at some point I could hear sirens so police and/or an ambulance were called, and shortly after there was a street cleaning vehicle sweeping the area so there must have been a lot of blood. I can't find anything in the news about it but this woman's screams sounded very horrifying and were blood curling, and judging by the silence of the friend that she mentioned I reckon her friend may have been unconscious. it all sounded pretty terrible, if anyone knows anything about this I'd appreciate the knowledge.

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What is my hairtype?

Curling News - Wed, 12/12/2018 - 05:04

Hi,

Recently I've decided to grow my hair out and stray away from my usual buzzcuts. The first picture is only conditioned hair after shampooing and the second contains a leave in, curling cream and some ecostyler olive oil gel. I'm still unsure of my hairtype as it is still very short. I feel like it's either 3c or a mix of 3c/4a. Any opinion is appreciated to help a guy out. Thank you!

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First time finesses post patch tested, different lateral velocity angles and results

Curling News - Wed, 12/12/2018 - 02:54

Hi Guys,

I thought I would make this post because there is a lot of confusion about the new patch, many people have contrasting opinions, especially prominent figures in the fifa world, on if timed finesses are nerfed and I can say that after multiple tests I honestly found literally NO SIGNIFICANT difference. I honestly tried before and after patch noticed no difference at all, if there is a difference its so insignificant in a normal game you wont notice it.

I did some tests and here are some key points to take away/note:

  1. Lateral ball velocity is referring to the angle the ball is given to you and the angle of the ball when the shot is taken, NOT referring to the speed of the ball or type of pass (i.e driven pass, through ball, threaded pass)
  2. I tested this with good players such as Neymar / Nedved who have above eighty shooting stats
  3. Courtois was the the goal keeper, which is one of the best GKs to stop first timed finesses (good height, positioning, diving)
  4. Tested on range of game modes, but I did it against SB AI as online people move goalkeepers and the results wont be accurate as against AI
  5. I did first timed shots (early shots, no timed shot(grey), perfect timed shot) from all all ranges and angles to simulate a lot of situations and different lateral ball velocities and found no difference
  6. A key example that I kept doing was facing Nedved completely towards my OWN goal and scored a first time finesse 4/5 timed, and even scoring when it was an early timed shot
  7. I would say bare in mind that results do differ, I did use Baby Nedved and normal Neymar, if you have a player with lower finishing, there may be a difference but realistically no one does first timed finesses with those players and its really inconsistent to test as the shooting stats are bad

In conclusion, just keep playing the same way and defending the same way against them, there is no notable difference that you will see in game, they still go in I did play rival games and I am still scoring them either way, what they need to do is buff the Goalkeepers reactions to first timed finesses to solve this issue, not nerf first time finesses (although they are overpowered and too accurate), it seems the issue lies with the goalkeepers inability to react to a ball which is not even in the top corner just curling around them.

The best way to defend against this is just to move your keeper and use second defender press (in that way you can control your keeper and have AI press the player if its difficult for you to control both), I also found that moving my keeper TOWARDS my goal sometimes helps to prevent those "middle curling" first timed finesse shots.

Video example: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LD3OBZr0gMY

/NealGuides

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Tests & Comparison results of first timed finesses from multiple angles post patch 1.06

Curling News - Wed, 12/12/2018 - 02:47

Hi Guys,

I thought I would make this post because there is a lot of confusion about the new patch, many people have contrasting opinions, especially prominent figures in the fifa world, on if timed finesses are nerfed and I can say that after multiple tests I honestly found literally NO SIGNIFICANT Difference. I honestly tried before and after patch noticed no difference at all, if there is a difference its so insignificant in a normal game you wont notice any changes.

Some key points to take away from my tests and what I figured out.

  1. Lateral ball velocity is referring to the angle the ball is given to you and the angle of the ball when the shot is taken, NOT referring to the speed of the ball or type of pass (i.e driven pass, through ball, threaded pass)
  2. I tested this with good players such as (Rare Gold) Neymar / (baby) Nedved who have decent finishing and shooting stats neymar (84), nedved (82) with deadeye chem
  3. Courtious was the the goal keeper, which is one of the best GKs to stop first timed finesses (good height, positioning, diving)
  4. Tested on range of game modes, but I did it against squadbattles AI as online people move goalkeepers and the results wont be accurate as against AI
  5. I did first timed shots (early shots, no timed shot(grey), perfect timed shot) from all all ranges and angles to simulate a lot of situations and different lateral ball velocities and found no difference
  6. A key example that I kept doing was facing Nedved completely towards my OWN goal and scored a first time finesse 4/5 timed, and even scoring when it was an early timed shot
  7. I would say bare in mind that results do differ, I did use Baby Nedved and normal Neymar, if you have a player with lower finishing such as 75 below, there may be a difference but realistically no one does first timed finesses with those players and its really inconsistent to test as the shooting stats are bad

In conclusion, just keep playing the same way and defending the same way against them, there is no notable difference that you will see in game, they still go in I did play rival games and I am still scoring them either way, what they need to do is buff the Goalkeepers reactions to first timed finesses to solve this issue, not nerf first time finesses (although they are overpowered), it seems the issue lies with the goalkeepers inability to react to a ball which is not even in the top corner just curling around them.

The best way to defend against this is just to move your keeper and use second defender press (in that way you can control your keeper and have AI press the player if its difficult for you to control both), I also found that moving my keeper TOWARDS my goal sometimes helps to prevent those "middle curling" first timed finesse shots

Video example: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LD3OBZr0gMY

/NealGuides

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Been suffering from whatever this is called since i was 7 years old

Curling News - Tue, 12/11/2018 - 21:52

16 M, 5’5, 124 lbs, Caucasian ever since i was a kid, i’ve been unable to cut paper, color, do a test, or write an essay because i’d get so mad and irritated to finish that i’d literally start panicking and curling my toes violently and hurting myself in small ways so my classmates wouldn’t notice. what is this called ? i heard it somewhere before but i forgot

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Why is my hair wavy/curly near my face and underneath? How can I make it all curly?

Curling News - Tue, 12/11/2018 - 21:42

Hi!

I have always been struggling with my hair. Recently, I was diagnosed with hypothyroidism and I think it had an effect on my hair texture because my scalp is much more oily and the tips are dry. I also recently grew out my virgin hair from a pixie cut, it is now a shoulder length blunt cut bob.
I am also growing out my hair, so I try to avoid heat products like the plague, I have also recently bought silk pillowcases so it can help prevent breakage at night.

Now, as the title mentions, the hair on the side of my face and underneath curl and wave nicely. But the rest of my hair is flat and flips out and the bottom which I hate.

Here is what I want to correct :

-Reduce overly greasy hair

-Get wavy hair everywhere and not just near my face and underneath

-Grow my hair out to breast length

I used T-gel shampoo right now and a light "natural" drugstore conditionner. I am looking for shampoo, conditionner and possibly curling product suggestions? Bonus points if it's a cruelty free product....

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The scene where Jimmy rips his eyelashes off

Curling News - Tue, 12/11/2018 - 21:38

I literally cant find it anywhere and no one knows what i am talking about... I brought it up because it traumatized me when i was little and is why i am scared of curling my lashes. now i feel like i am going crazy because no matter what i look up i cant find the scene and it has been YEARS since ive seen this. Please help!

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Attempt at lyricism

Curling News - Tue, 12/11/2018 - 19:37

Beautiful mess you look the best when you're undressing, you got me finessing, caressing. My pen pressing got me expressing, professing my desire to compress what's under your dress, Relieve some stress with Philly the Best, be my duchess loveless lustrous you know you want this, Imma find your wetness like Christopher Columbus, eat you up like a magic fungus, the master of cunniligus, I'm a cunning linguist, . It be better if I sung this,but Imma find your wetness like Christopher Columbus, pull out my plumbus, legs dead from numbness impaired vision from hips collisions, I'm spitting like a smooth magician switch hitting every position like an audition in the kitchen it's sicknen, no rubber bare friction pumping like a piston, ropes constricten, Miss submissive hold your position as I proposition to squishing your cushion. Take ten we'll do it again, I'll take you to heaven with sin, hocus pocus let me poke this Miss. I promise bliss don't dismiss my freaky wish that pussy I'll vanquish, eat cha like a fat kids favorite dish, tisk tisk, I'm similar to x and henesse but their second best when next to me. Test me I'm teste, give me your best bestie. My head games nasty like when Kennedy got shot by his enemy. My dick games trending like tweets trumps sending. Call that winning, all my ex's still trying to friend me, I left them grinning. They call me Dr Phil, cuz that pussy I kill slaying it like a dragon, I got Excalibur wrapped in a magnum, baby girl I'm just bragging this tictac is all I'm packing freshen your breath if your ragging, but a period ain't stoppin nothing but a sentence, so I'm crackin.then I'll get clean, I ain't got time for no dope fiends fat chicks or ratchets I just wanna bad bish I can sit back and match with, so bat them lashes as the camera flashes, class is in session in the sheets we wrestlen got two hoes shooting flicks at the best western, I'm shooting from the hip like Billy the kid in an old western. You down that's the question. Sex to RPG girl I'm questin, 6 rounds no restin, you got a man your second guessin. I'm a gift from Aphrodite, I'm a blessin, plunge that pussy like a toilet not flushin , whisperin sweet nothings got you blushin, no small talk let's get to rushin, back arching, toe curling cussin. I know how to stop your fussin, enough of future tense, let's focus on the present. You can be my queen, but I'm no peasant. I'll be the worm, while your the pheasant, offering your heart shaped box like a present. Get that heart beating better than a medic. Don't believe me, let's bed it. We'll bet it. Let's deal you said it. Read about it on reddit. I'm something like Moses spreading the great sea wearing pantyhoses, I'm a bee at them roses!

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My(26) gf(21) has told me that she don’t feel me inside, and that my package is not pleasurable

Curling News - Tue, 12/11/2018 - 18:31

Okay so I have been dating this girl for a little over 3 months. I have fallen for her hard, and have a real connection with her I feel. Our relationship has been nothing short of amazing! I felt so wanted and appreciated, no girl has ever made me feel this type of way. I mean no girl! It’s like we are the perfect match for each other she just gets me and I get her. Best feeling ever!

Well recently we finally took that step and was ready to have sex. I was so excited first time with this chick( which is just so attractive to me) and we done our thing, I was a little to excited and cut the show short. We have had sex three more times after that in which last longer and done more to each other. I was loving this relationship it was perfect a good girl, and great sex!! I’m thinking she’s the one.

Unfortunately I have kept noticing some things that was throwing a red flag to me. For ex. When I was in control there was absolutely no moaning, facial expressions of any sort made, no grabbing, back arching, or toes curling. I knew that there was something wrong and it’s been eating at me.

I finally build up the courage to point these things out to her and ask, if she didn’t like having sex with me, or was I just not doing what she enjoyed? She told me I was overthinking and that she did do those things, which I promise you she does not. I keep telling her that she need to tell me what was truly wrong in hopes I could fix this and then all be good.

She jut couldn’t tell me what was wrong, but clearly something was up and at this point I had to know. I start asking questions like am I doing anything wrong? She says no. I asked if i was to small? She said nothing! I quickly said you don’t feel me do you? Her answer, no, I was at this point lifeless and was so embarrassed at myself. Note iam a very unfortunate male when it comes to that I know and am completely aware of it. I then asked is my penis at all pleasurable to you? She told me no, not at this moment it is not? What I’m the world is that suppose to mean? Stupid me just can’t get enough I want to now know everything like how I rank against previous guys, was I good at all? Who was the best, what did you you think the first time?

She goes on to tell me the her previous ex was the best she ever had. He nearly mad me climax every time they had intercourse. She told me the reason he was the best was because he had a big one. At this point in my life I have never ever felt so much pain. I’m so embarrassed, ashamed, depressed, from all this. It’s driving me insane. The girl I like so much just practically told me I’m terrible in bed.

I’ve tried to talk to her about this and every time I do she gets so angry and frustrated. Tells me she does not care of my size and that I please her in other ways. It just kills me that during penetration I do nothing for her, im not even there by her feels. I hate that I can’t please her with my package it’s so hard to handle. I’m lost and confused.

My question is what should I do should I leave her and just move on, or should I stay because it doesn’t matter to her on my size? If I stay will I ever be able to fully trust her and not think she’s out cheating on me with a much more larger guy? And the constant thought on if I stay she will eventually leave me due to bad sex?

Anyone please help me!? I’m begging for something I don’t know who I can talk to about this at all it’s just to embarrassing! I need some help on this what is your thoughts?? What would you do? This is my only hope on here! Please if you are going to mock me or make fun of me please take into consideration, that iam at my lowest and i would greatly appreciate no negative comments my heart can’t take it.

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Any routine recommendation to gain strength for sweeping?

Curling News - Tue, 12/11/2018 - 18:24

I want to be able to apply more pressure on the ice. Any tips on exercise or weight lifting to improve?

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Any Curlers here?

Curling News - Tue, 12/11/2018 - 18:04

Hey there I am new into town and was wondering if anyone has any info on how and where to learn Curling at? I have always been interested in the sport just have never been by a facility to learn. I tried the Madison Curling Club in town but they are not teaching new people until next year! Any help on a outside of town club or other means let me know. Thank you!

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[SF] Rescue Bot

Curling News - Tue, 12/11/2018 - 16:55

Henry was about to tap into some blank-n-fine when he saw the robot. Just a glimmer of the thing actually, a metallic blur that caught the slanting sun outside his living room window and sent a god-like shaft of light into the gloom. Because of the whirring noise of rotors, his first thought was that it was probably a drone making a delivery and continued with his ministrations––heating up the greenish powder in a small cone of tinfoil and sending the acrid blank-n-fine smoke up his nose. And just as the drug was taking hold––curling his toes in an orgasmic clench, rolling his eyes back in his head, and sending his tongue to the roof of his mouth like a man having a seizure––he heard the knock on the door.

Bad news. Drones don’t knock.

He picked himself off the floor, the nirvana of the high battling the sense of doom that the knock had heralded. Nothing good could come of this: his family wasn’t talking to him anymore; his friends had all fled, and wouldn’t even answer his texts; his lovers were paid for, and because of the monitoring bracelet the state had slapped on his ankle, the neighbors steered clear. As per the law these days, that embarrassing fact was posted on a big sign in his front yard––a high-tech pillory that was all about public humiliation. He closed in on the door and listened––no whirring at the moment. Not even a hum.

“Yes,” he said. “How can I help you?”

“I am an officer of the law. Please open the door, sir. We’ve had reports of unauthorized drone deliveries in this area. I’d like to talk to you.”

The voice was a girl’s voice, a very good version of a human, but with a slight robotic sound to it. Still, it felt familiar in a way that sent a tremor of ghostly recognition through him. But how could it? It was probably just a cheap government bot––they tended to cut corners when it came to the niceties of human interaction. Henry backed away from the door.

“I know nothing about that.”

“We think you do,” said the girl robot voice.

“I can’t let you in.”

“Technically you are a prisoner. Because of your sentence this house is controlled by us. You have no right to stop us from entering, or any expectation of privacy.”

Henry knew what was unfolding. They had sent a rescue bot to get him off drugs. He’d heard about them and had been dreading the day when his little moral free-fall was deemed worthy of the latest in drug control techniques. He got busy cleaning up his drug paraphernalia, tossing the tin foil out an open window, and painfully working the small vial with the blank-n-fine up his ass.

“Go away please,” he shouted.

The whirring began again along with a sinuous hum, the lock was blown from his door, and the rescue bot made its entrance, hovering slightly off the ground and gliding towards him as he stood pathetically with his pants around his knees. He pulled up his pants and cringed in fear. The robot was a fearsome thing. There wasn’t a humanistic thing about it, really. It was a clunky cylindrical metal tube with a halo of whirring rotors housed in a protective housing. Just below that was a small video screen, and on each side two crablike telescoping hydraulically powered arms, with a gimbal joint in the center. The hands were especially troubling––a three fingered arrangement that looked as if it could cleave you in half. This particular bot got around by hovering just above the ground, but it was probably capable of flight as well, and Henry was sure that once the rotors were reversed that it could anchor itself in place like a mollusk. Fast, strong, with lethal power and fairly high grade A.I .intelligence, it was his worst nightmare––a drone bot programmed with specific skills and the ability to learn from experience. A soul in a tin can with a genetic code created by fascist and butt-ugly to boot––government issue all the way.

But then he saw the face appear on the screen, and that completely took him by surprise. It was a girl’s face––a very pretty face with the warmest big brown eyes, round cheeks, and a dimpled smile. It was a face he knew well: Melinda, his childhood sweetheart at the winsome age of ten, with a look as wholesome and pure as anything he’d ever seen his life. Just gazing upon her filled him with guilt and shame. This was a girl that had loved him once, and his only thought now was how had he ever been worthy of her. Melinda’s face on the screen blinked at him and smiled, with a glitchy bit of movement that was surely the hackwork of some government technician.

“Hello, Henry. We know you’re using. Please take the drugs out of your ass and give them to me.”

Henry gazed upon her, a lump in his throat, the blank-n-fine’s affects masked by the adrenalin coursing through his body, and a feeling that he had slipped into a fever dream of sorts. He was anything but blank and fine.

“Melinda, is that you?” he asked in a shaky voice.

“Of course it’s me, Henry. I’ve come to save you,” she said in the sweetest voice. “Now hand over the drugs.”

Of course it wasn’t her. Melinda had died 30 years ago a victim of the measles after it came back big when the anti-vaccine wars were in full force. He knew better. He knew that they had pieced together her speech patterns and facial characteristics from archival footage. And he knew that she was probably loaded with an arsenal of information tailored to break him from his addiction. He had to be vigilant and see her as the calculated plastic and silicone circuit board she was. He had to see her as a cop. A mean-assed cop that wanted to hurt him. Still, that gaze. It made his heart ache.

“Okay, listen, I know you’re a rescue bot. I’ll retrieve the drugs, but could you turn around because I don’t want this on camera, okay. Could you at least do me that favor?”

“Henry,” the face purred. “Why so sensitive?”

“Well,“ he said, and this was the truth, “I’m just a little freaked out by your face and I’m not comfortable extracting something from my ass with a 10-year-old girl watching.

“I’m charmed,” said the robot. “I will turn away, but no tricks, please. That wouldn't be very nice.”

“No tricks.”

The bot revved and hovered, spun around, and backed off a bit. Henry reached for his belt, as if he was in the process of complying just in case the bot had rear cameras attached, waited for it to settle back to the ground and for the rotors to subside, then made a break for the door, his skinny legs churning across the floor like the frightened rabbit-man he was. He slammed through the screen, leaped over the steps and hit the walkway running.

It was madness. It was completely hopeless. It was something he had to do.

The rotors went into a high whine behind him and he was only a short way up the street, when he could feel the bot’s slipstream of air push down upon him. What he pictured in his mind was a hawk dropping down on a rat with its talons––a pitiful scenario indeed. The steel cone of the bot hit him first and knocked him face down on the asphalt. He rolled over and looked up as one of those steely snake arms pinned him down and the other went for his throat.

“No, god no, don’t hurt me,” he screamed.

Melinda’s glitchy face peered down at him. She blinked her warm brown eyes and looked deeply hurt. “You’re a bad, bad boy, Henry,” she said. “How could you do that to me, I used to worship you.” And with that she closed the pincer claws around his windpipe and the world went dark.

Henry was not a prince. Not principled. Not nice. But he was also not stupid, and that mad break for freedom came from all the things that Henry knew––all the swirling social media rumors about the new rescue bots the government was using. This newest version, as crude as the styling seemed to be, had a definite advantage for intervention work. They never sleep, they never lose their patience, and they have no mercy. The stories Henry had heard was that when they sent in a bot, it was your last chance. You relapse after that and the next bot that shows up accidentally kills you. No questions asked: He tried to run, he attacked and had to be subdued, he was acting in a threatening manner, etc. Curiously, the cameras were always off for these events, but Henry had seen them reported, time after time in the news. The green smoke of blank-n-fine was such an epidemic that the prisons and rehab clinics were full. Addicts were deemed a threat to democracy. The republic could not survive with everyone high and useless, not to mention the fact that people on blank-n-fine forgot to procreate or even eat. A dwindling population might sound attractive to some, but not for the titans of industry. They needed consumers and lots of them. Something had to be done. And that’s when the use of rescue bots began to evolve.

The bot was methodical about its mission. Emotions were necessary to forge a sense of trust, but they were not good for much else. It had learned that through its programing and through its interactions with humans. It would not be fair to say it did not feel things, because, frankly, in its own way it did. Those feelings were akin to a trapeze artist’s aerial trick––a learned set of spins and moves that were engrained through observation, practice, repetition, and discipline. Within that steel cone there was no beating heart, but there was consciousness of a sort, a glimmering of understanding of the human condition and an odd sort of comradery, much like the Stockholm Syndrome. Human’s had created the bot and it couldn’t help feeling sorry for them. The Melinda they had programmed into it lived inside the humming circuits like a ghost. The form was there; the content was hollow and empty. But first things first: as long as this miscreant was passed out and still in the throes of his blank-n-fine high, the bot needed to assess the situation.

The house was huge and overdone in every way. The outside had a sort of faux Winnie the Pooh country cottage look, but on the inside it was a thoroughly modern creation, with all the enmities one would expect this day and age.

After the bot laid Henry out on his bed upstairs, it glided down into the living room and then into the kitchen. The house was spectacularly untidy, but not as freakishly bad as it had seen in other blank-n-fine addicts. It expected to find empty cupboards and very few provisions, but what it found in every cupboard, the pantry, and the refrigerator was that he was massively overstocked: food, food, and more food, some of it dry and crusty, some rotting, some fresh as a daisy. There were also reams of paper towels, cleaning supplies, light bulbs, and curiously, fifteen electric Super-Soaker mops. Emotion, for the bot was still a learning curve, but deductive reasoning was hardwired. Something was afoot. The bot’s seeing-sensors went around the kitchen and settled on the toaster. It had a bit of a smug look to it, a model that it had thought had been recalled years ago, because its A.I. capabilities were untrustworthy and perverse. In fancy psycho-circuitology A.I. terms, it was considered to have a borderline personality with narcissistic tendencies. The small bit of crude consciousness it had was indelibly dinged and no amount of smiley face fixes could change it. What it really was was a bad machine, also known as a B.M. All the appliances in the kitchen had some A.I. capability, but the toaster was the only one that positively reeked larceny and bad faith. The bot could sense a bad circuit, like a cop smelling fear in a guilty person.

“Hey, toast,” the bot said. No answer. The bot hovered over and rapped its side with its pincer claw. “Toast, I’m talking to you.”

The panel on the toaster lit up, its seeing-sensor glowing brightly, surrounded by a drawing of a bagel. Somehow the effect was sinister. “Hey, back off, bot,” said the toaster. “Who do you think you are?”

The bot’s Melinda face was off and instead there was a document displayed on the screen, indicating its official status. “An officer of the law. Who the fuck do you think you are? You can read can’t you?”

There was a pause, then, “Yes I can read. I get it, you're the boss, now back off.” Melinda’s sweet face reappeared. “You’re an Italian model aren’t you? A Dante Inferno, Model Z.” Made in Malaysia?

“Yes.”

“I thought they destroyed all of you guys.”

“Apparently not.”

“Weren’t there a great number of suspicious fires in houses you were in.”

“We got a bad rap. Those numbers are all off.”

“I don’t think so, toast. But I got a question for you. What’s the deal with all the supplies in this house?”

The toaster’s sensor glowed a little brighter, and then dimmed. “How should I know, I only order the bagels, bread, and the occasional tart.”

“There are 25 packages of hotdogs in the refrigerator!”

"That’s the refrig’s business. Ask it.”

The bot spun towards the refrigerator, but without much hope of getting a straight answer. This model was dumb, dumb, dumb, as rudimentary as those programed coffee makers from the mid 2000s. And sure enough, without even posing a question, the panel flickered to life on the side of the refrigerator and a digital message appeared. “Please refer all your question to my supervisor.” An 800 number was displayed.

Okay, dumb was playing dumb, and the bot wasn’t going to get anything out of the toaster oven either because they were notoriously under the sway of toasters. Washing machines tended to play by their own rules even though it was sure it would probably find way too much detergent, fabric softener, and spot removers on the shelves there. And the oven was just a lower form of life in general, since all it did was pay the gas bill, clean itself, turn down the heat when things boiled over or were burning. The toaster was the bots go-to representative and it wasn’t talking. The bot put its Melinda face down close to the bagel eye.

“Okay, toast, have it your way. But if I find one more pack of hotdogs I’m going to drop kick your sorry tin ass out into the street. Got it?”

“Shut the fuck up, rotor head. And don't’even try and hit my override switch, or unplug me. I do have options, you know.”

The little monster probably did have options. Given the fire setting of the past, the bot couldn’t be too sure that toast had rigged a failsafe of some kind. Toast could be dealt with, but the bot would wait. Right now it had to straighten out the drugster. Pick your battles. The bot levitated and hovered away.

“See you around, toast, we’ll discuss this later.”

When Henry came to, the bot had taken over his life. It had found all his money that he’d hidden in a false bottom drawer, walls, attic cubbyholes, and yes, the inside of a mattress. It had also blown out most of the locks, cleaned the house, and removed all the drugs from the premises. Henry was pained to discover that in addition the bot had taken his phone, which was already being monitored, and turned his laptop into a worthless device that would only give him the weather, one newspaper, and no porn whatsoever. His email had been shut down when they threw the ankle bracelet on, but he’d managed to hack into someone else’s account, so he could send out for drugs from the black-market drones in the area. Now he was really was cut off, and it was even worse than being in prison, because he was surrounded by all the accouterments of his life, a reminder of his freedom he had forfeited.

Henry was propped up in his bed against some grungy pillows. The bot was before him, using a small hydraulically powered metal bolt to blow out the lock on his bedroom door, the only one remaining. Henry grimaced at the sound. “Is that necessary?”

“Completely,” said the bot. “There are no secrets between us, Henry. Your life is mine now.”

Henry rummaged around in his mind for some addiction-speak that might save him. “C’mon, “I’m not bad. I have an illness,” he whimpered. “It’s in my wiring, my DNA, a chemical thing I have no control over. Have some compassion.”

Melinda’s face smiled, and the metal bolt slid back into place at the bot’s wrist. “You got the wrong bot,” the face said in a voice that was like a ten year old girl crossed with the bad cop in an interrogation room. “I don’t play that game. Everything you do you own. I’m on a 30-day schedule to get you straight and we aren’t going to waste time worrying about the chemicals in your brain. I would suggest character, will, and mindfulness as an antidote. We don’t give you a pass on illness. Everybody is sick. It’s no excuse.”

“That is so unfair.”

“Nothing’s fair. Get used to it. You think I wanted to die at the age of twelve?”

Henry bristled. “You are not Melinda. It’s all a trick. Fuck your puppet masters. I know you’re watching, guys.”

“Juvenile,” said Melinda’s face. “Completely juvenile. Is your soul as small as all that? Have you not progressed beyond that ten-year-old boy I knew so well?”

“You are not Melinda,” he said between gritted teeth. “You are a soulless cop.”

“Suit yourself, but we don’t have much time. You will soon be going into withdrawal and you’ll be in such a butt-load of pain and half delirious that I won’t be able to communicate with you. So there’s a few things we need to get straight.”

The bot was right, he’d done this before and it was like giving birth to yourself through your asshole. No epidural, maximum awareness. Coming off blank-n-fine makes you like a grotesque version of the princess and the pea. Blinking your eyes hurt. The small brush of fingertips was like a knife blade, the very air around you a constant irritant. Henry rode the violent chill that went through him and said, “Okay what do we have to get straight?”

The bot hovered up and moved in closer, the whirring rotors sounding like a stadium filled with nuns doing their devotionals under their breath. It’s snaky long arms balanced in the air like talons, the sweet Melinda face as pleasant and loving as ever. “You need to do what I tell you to do. If you become uncooperative, I will hurt you. If you try and escape, I will hurt you. If you don’t follow my instructions word for word, I will hurt you. Is that clear?”

What could Henry say? He could feel his body starting to collapse from the inside out. “Very clear,” he said. “Doesn’t sound like the old Melinda I know.”

Melinda’s face suddenly cleared from the screen and in its place was a skull’s with kaleidoscope eyes––multicolored pools of light sucking inward endlessly. It grinned at him, teeth clacking gleefully. “Of course I’m not Melinda, you fool. I’m bundled wire, oscillating current, a soulless series of pulses, an obscene junkyard apparition. But before this is over I’m going to make you love me. Or at least love the memory of that poor girl who gave you everything and died with only goodness in her heart, or I’m going to plunge one of my hands deep into you and remove your own worthless heart. It’s not doing anyone any good in there anyway.”

Those obscene arms waved in the air and Henry was sure that one of them was going to open up his sternum at any moment, but then the skull face was gone and there was Melinda again, smiling down at him.

“The first thing you need to do,” the face said, is to take a pill from the bottle there on your bed stand. You’re going to need it, sweetie."

Henry looked over and there was a bottle of pills and a glass of water.

“Would you do that for me?”

He nodded and took the pill.

“Now take off your belt, and let’s make sure there are no sharp objects in the room. “

“Take off my belt? You think I might try to hang myself.”

“One can’t be too careful.”

He removed his belt and handed it over. The bot took it and swiftly chopped it up into small piece with its pincer hands. “Good. Now lay back. That pill will help you coast you off your jones, but it’s still going to be a rough ride.“

Henry laid his head back and closed his eyes. There was a twitchiness that was trying to take hold and his limbs seemed ready to explode with the tension. At the same time the pill seemed to fill him with an odd sense of dreamy nostalgia. Before he could stop himself he said this: “You know, Melinda, you’re the only girl I was ever faithful to.” Melinda’s face blinked and smiled. “Only because you weren’t having sex yet, Henry.”

The next 48 hours were a journey of pain and Henry’s mind shut down for long portions of it. Blank-n-fine had the reputation as one of the hardest drugs to withdraw from. His encounter with it was no exception. The painkillers the bot fed him worked up to a point––numbing him out so that the muscle spasms, the hypersensitivity, and the vortex of doom that seemed to engulf him were just short of apocalyptic. You wanted to die, but some part of you kept hanging around trying to kick start a comeback. He remembered the bot in brief flashes, the Melinda face smiling down on him and looking concerned, changing his clothes when he pissed his pants, wiping him down with a cool damp washrag, and the pincer hands holding him down as he would lift off the bed with each violent spasm of his muscles. Picture a man in a faulty electric chair slowly being fried, the lethal currents just dimmed enough so that with each jolt the body takes a blow but the heart and mind keep working––that was blank-n-fine’s well known characteristics that made it such a fearsome and reliably addictive substance. Once on that pony you’d do anything to keep from falling off, even when the high it eventually gave you was less then the stellar diamond bright nirvana it had delivered when you first started. Looking back, Henry was quite sure that much of the pain was not just physical; it was his memory returning, and the ability to feel something emotionally that took its toll. As the drug wears away, your history, every cringe worthy moment of your life, comes flooding back. There are oceans of searing regret, mountains of shame, and rivers of sadness. It was all the stuff you wanted to forget about and worked mightily to suppress. It was the beauty of the drug that it could so deftly remove this pain from you, but the cost was that when it returned you were absolutely defenseless. As Henry descent deepened and the despair of it all became unbearable, he had a dark-edged epiphany: in everyone’s life there is a talismanic presence, a thing that reveals to you how far you have fallen from your best self. It doesn't matter who this person, or event is, or if they are saintly or good, or the experience positive, it only matters that for whatever reason, it symbolizes your epic shortcomings. For Henry, that thing was Melinda. He saw it clearly for a brief, almost cataclysmal painful moment, and then forgot it when he finally emerged from the drug’s grasp. It was one thing to have a vision; it was another to take it to heart.

Please go to Part 2.

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[HR] Dog's Duty

Curling News - Tue, 12/11/2018 - 16:47

I know I'm the best boy, mommy tells me everyday. That's why I get this bone, and it's mine and no one else's! I got to keep it safe though, what if it gets stolen? But it's sooo good. Okay, I'll chew on it for a bit longer, then I'll hide it in the usual place. I'm so smart. Yes, I'm the smartest boy, that's why I get this. And handsome. That's what Mommy says. She's my best friend, she- Oh! Oh! What was that!? I hear something Outside!

What is it? Is it Mommy? Let's go to the door, I got to scratch it! I got to let Mommy in! Come on if I keep scratching it'll open, it always does! Yes! It worked! It's Mommy! I missed her so much!

"Thanks for the ride, but I'm like seriously about to pass out! I'll see you girls tomorrow!"

Whenever Mommy goes out with her friends she always comes back super happy, but she never wants to play, just sleep! But, I want to play, please play with me mommy!

"Oh God, please stop barking. Mommy's tired. I'll take you out for a walk in the morning, okay baby?."

Did she say walk? I heard walk? Are we going? I'm ready! Come on, the doors open let's go!

"No, no tomorrow, if you don't settle down you can't sleep in the room with Mommy." No, Mommy. Where are you going? Come back. She's going towards to our room, no! Come on, the door's still open! We can go! No she's going to the room, oh okay. Run, run jump! Let's play on my bed, it's so big and comfy. Yes, Mommy, here let's play!

"No, later. Mommy had too much to drink. Those girls are wild. You're sleeping outside if you don't stop."

Stop. Okay. I don't like stop but okay. Mommy's so warm. What's that noise? Who's growling, who's there? Oh it's Mommy, she's growling. Pretty loud too. She gets big and then small, big... small. Yawn, I'm pretty tired. I love curling up next to Mommy. So warm. Let's sleep. What was that? Who's there?

Mommy wake up someone's here! Stop growling and wake up! No use. Why won't you wake up? I'll go see. Jump! Let's go, I know I heard something! Nothing here, let's check Outside. Brrrrr it's so cold out! I wish I had that sweater my Mommy puts on me for walks. Mommy's so nice.

Hey a light! Mommy's in the kitchen! Yes! Let's go, I'll get a treat! Almost there. Hey someone's here but it's not Mommy. Who's this? A friend! I love friends, let's play! Is that a toy? Yes I've seen that toy! Mommy dropped it once and said "No, that's sharp!" when I tried to pick it up! I love toys! Let's play! Yeah that's right come over and give me that toy! Why are you walking so slow. I... Something's wrong.

Why are you in my house!? I don't trust you, you're not my friend! No, don't give me that sharp toy, I don't think I want that sharp toy. No! That was close! I got to go to my room and wake Mommy!

I'm so fast, he'll never catch me! This is my house! Run, run, jump! Mommy wake up, wake up! Why aren't you waking up, Mommy? Oh no, he's here! Get out, this is my room! Only Mommy and sometimes a friend that comes over to play with Mommy can be in my room! I like him, I don't like you! Get out! No, don't get close! Stay away! I don't want that sharp toy!

No! You're too close to Mommy! Stay under me, Mommy! I'll protect you! Get away, this is my friend, you can't hurt her! No, don't!! Take that. I'll keep biting if you don't get out! I'm strong! I won't let go! Ow! My head!

Where are you? There you are, come back! I'll run after him, I'll catch him! Where is he? Oh, Outside! Where'd you go? Brrr, it's cold. I should go back inside with Mommy. My head hurts, but I'll be okay.

I want to go back to Mommy. Run, run, jump! Ahh my bed. So comfy. It feels so nice being curled up with Mommy. So warm. I love Mommy, she's my best friend. We're going for a walk, she promised. Ahh what a good friend...

Hello me again posting another story, hope you enjoy and let me know whay you think!

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Dog's Duty

Curling News - Tue, 12/11/2018 - 16:43

I know I'm the best boy, mommy tells me everyday. That's why I get this bone, and it's mine and no one else's! I got to keep it safe though, what if it gets stolen? But it's sooo good. Okay, I'll chew on it for a bit longer, then I'll hide it in the usual place. I'm so smart. Yes, I'm the smartest boy, that's why I get this. And handsome. That's what Mommy says. She's my best friend, she- Oh! Oh! What was that!? I hear something Outside!

What is it? Is it Mommy? Let's go to the door, I got to scratch it! I got to let Mommy in! Come on if I keep scratching it'll open, it always does! Yes! It worked! It's Mommy! I missed her so much!

"Thanks for the ride, but I'm like seriously about to pass out! I'll see you girls tomorrow!"

Whenever Mommy goes out with her friends she always comes back super happy, but she never wants to play, just sleep! But, I want to play, please play with me mommy!

"Oh God, please stop barking. Mommy's tired. I'll take you out for a walk in the morning, okay baby?."

Did she say walk? I heard walk? Are we going? I'm ready! Come on, the doors open let's go!

"No, no tomorrow, if you don't settle down you can't sleep in the room with Mommy." No, Mommy. Where are you going? Come back. She's going towards to our room, no! Come on, the door's still open! We can go! No she's going to the room, oh okay. Run, run jump! Let's play on my bed, it's so big and comfy. Yes, Mommy, here let's play!

"No, later. Mommy had too much to drink. Those girls are wild. You're sleeping outside if you don't stop."

Stop. Okay. I don't like stop but okay. Mommy's so warm. What's that noise? Who's growling, who's there? Oh it's Mommy, she's growling. Pretty loud too. She gets big and then small, big... small. Yawn, I'm pretty tired. I love curling up next to Mommy. So warm. Let's sleep. What was that? Who's there?

Mommy wake up someone's here! Stop growling and wake up! No use. Why won't you wake up? I'll go see. Jump! Let's go, I know I heard something! Nothing here, let's check Outside. Brrrrr it's so cold out! I wish I had that sweater my Mommy puts on me for walks. Mommy's so nice.

Hey a light! Mommy's in the kitchen! Yes! Let's go, I'll get a treat! Almost there. Hey someone's here but it's not Mommy. Who's this? A friend! I love friends, let's play! Is that a toy? Yes I've seen that toy! Mommy dropped it once and said "No, that's sharp!" when I tried to pick it up! I love toys! Let's play! Yeah that's right come over and give me that toy! Why are you walking so slow. I... Something's wrong.

Why are you in my house!? I don't trust you, you're not my friend! No, don't give me that sharp toy, I don't think I want that sharp toy. No! That was close! I got to go to my room and wake Mommy!

I'm so fast, he'll never catch me! This is my house! Run, run, jump! Mommy wake up, wake up! Why aren't you waking up, Mommy? Oh no, he's here! Get out, this is my room! Only Mommy and sometimes a friend that comes over to play with Mommy can be in my room! I like him, I don't like you! Get out! No, don't get close! Stay away! I don't want that sharp toy!

No! You're too close to Mommy! Stay under me, Mommy! I'll protect you! Get away, this is my friend, you can't hurt her! No, don't!! Take that. I'll keep biting if you don't get out! I'm strong! I won't let go! Ow! My head!

Where are you? There you are, come back! I'll run after him, I'll catch him! Where is he? Oh, Outside! Where'd you go? Brrr, it's cold. I should go back inside with Mommy. My head hurts, but I'll be okay.

I want to go back to Mommy. Run, run, jump! Ahh my bed. So comfy. It feels so nice being curled up with Mommy. So warm. I love Mommy, she's my best friend. We're going for a walk, she promised. Ahh what a good friend...

Hello me again posting another story, hope you enjoy and let me know whay you think!

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Disinterred [CLOSED]

Curling News - Mon, 10/22/2018 - 11:26

“You are awake?” the voice asked. It sounded deep, firm, but was not overly commanding. It scraped like a plow brushing stones hid in grassroot. He decided the voice was suggestive; in light of that finding room to forgive his rousing. “Should I be?” His own came dry, thin.

“Yes, you should. Sleep is for the dead.” The proclamation dredged up a coldness, the sort that persisted until he started moving. Movement was hampered by several layers of heavy sheets, all woolen, all double folded to instill enough warmth to sweat a bull out - so said the new chamberlain. He’d have to speak with her about her talking, if he saw her again. So far the voice had seen to his every need, including the cold. Even then he caught his fingers trembling from shivers, encased as they were now in clawed onyx, and under those harsh claws the odd feeling leather that quieted the metal but did nothing to warm him. In front of the roaring fireplace he couldn’t feel, his hands looked like beast claws.

“Are you unready?” the voice asked, now reverberating through a dim, arched hall lit by warm, albeit scarce braziers spread through the upper gloom. The rest of the light came from the puddled condensation on the smooth bricks on which he trod. He didn’t remember moving from his chamber. “No.” His answer was too hushed to achieve the same effect as the speaker beside him. He scarcely recalled saying the word despite his tongue continuing to pile more sluggish syllables after the one. “But I’m tired.”

Scenes progressed in lurches. He was still toying around with his next lax rebuttal when he felt his own weight slide sideways, boots splashing into mud. Walking. Tramping through soil. Moving over bricks overgrown with weeds. Coming forward in warm rain. When…?

He kept his head forward. Smaller individuals moved from their wake in less protective dress. Smaller than he and another bedecked in cold ebony. He’d thought his ludicrous plate was black, but the other beside him was blacker still. Their head glanced left at him over an enormous pauldron, showing an obsidian rictus that belied the glow of coals in this other’s eyes. Chastisement lurked in those hollow pits. He shambled forward, too unbothered to return the look. Too haggard.

“To them you appear powerful,” said his skull faced other, reading him through his own enclosing armor. Humidity seeped in through the sockets of his helmet. He blinked once, savoring the heat creeping over his eyes, at the warmth suffusing his numbed face. “I don’t think… That I could trip in these boots if I…” There were no more strangely little men. A gigantic portcullis was grinding open in a slow play of chain. On the other side of the gate stood two more armored figures, their spiked crowns fluttering with struggling candle fire, casting their individual faces of aged lime and tomb granite into eerie grimaces. He supposed he and his other appeared similarly dour. In the other pair’s gauntlets they held high black pennants flapping soundlessly. Crow feathers snagged on the hard breeze, spitting clean beads of water at him. Crow. The word brought something unpleasant to the fore of his mind, but he knew not why, and understood the symbolism here was for another dead matter. Soon the ravens on those banners would be changed to something more suitable, he only had to speak of it.

By now however the gate was open and he and the banner-bearers were striding through the few yards remaining of the vast courtyard. Sat in the basin of a second hill, the courtyard was surrounded by a crown of tiered towers forming the secondary complex of an immense fortress stood bleakley at the far horizon.

Here the courtyard was empty, usually. Decorational. A useless pleasantry here for all the assembled people to… “We are discussing the terms for our inevitable, much delayed commitment to the East,” his other answered. It was then he noticed the griffon settled warily atop the stone, the beast’s neck feathers ruffled by agitation. It took him longer to note the woman standing at what he supposed was a polite distance from he and his mirthless entourage, well away from the saddled beast that peered at the gathered throng of people like a cornered jackal. He paid it no mind, instead letting his sluggish attentions settle gradually on the woman.

Tall, compared to the comically short dwellers. Dressed like the boyish looking males who’d scattered in the wake of his march before the portcullis. Jacketed by tightly clung hide full of straps and rainwater, her outline was made broad by covered plates barely dense enough to stop a basic crossbow bolt. Her hair color was kept snugly hidden under a skullcap of leather, crinkled by an upturned mask straddling her head with bulky glass lenses tinted to fight the glare of the sun - had there been any sun here once.

Her eyes were simply blue, cheeks currently smoothed by youth. Brow furrowing deeper the longer he stared down at her. “She is the captain of the Farhaides sky calvary, speaking as envoy for her city, as common messengers cannot reach our doors,” began the other, still to his right while the banner bearers stood a ways behind in silence.

“In the courtyard of our mausoleum…” he mumbled, his helm rendering his dull response into a brassy rumble. That caused the woman’s blue eyes to harden like ice.

“Previous envoys were ignored. You just marched past her troop before the gate, where they’ve waited. For four hours, I reckon. Seemingly, the need is more dire than their last approach.”

His other noticed his sideways glance. “Five envoys, come along on the sixth day of each penned month. All beseeching us for aid. Each ignored, turned away. Now it seems you must talk to this woman.”

“Why?” he asked, and received two separate answers. The woman’s was angrier, no, outraged more likely. “Pompous gall!” Yes, that was it. “Always one of Sigmar’s bronzed brutes who hold the nerve-” He saw the press of a vein in her droplet beaded forehead, then counted two errant strands of red hair curling wetly down her face. She was riled, becoming loud. Tiring.

His other answered over her, he sensed it was more for the woman’s sake, to distract from the many expletives she was spewing up at his chest. “Six months and a day ago we offered an oath of service to a city, the closest of the neighboring petty fiefdoms this far South. This flyer’s scouts are anticipating the now imminent arrival of an Ogre tribe. Cursed breed, these. Everywhere they walk, cold and death dog their heels.

“We pledged to aid them halt the tide of winter crawling ever closer to their lands by conditions of mutual aid. Thus far two skirmishes and a pre-emptive raid were held to stall the creatures. We attended none.”

“I see,” he answered low. He’d interrupted the captain mid tirade, wrongfooting her into a series of furious stammers. He also realized she couldn’t hear the other man beside him, and had in fact been speaking beneath the buzz of the other’s deeper sepulchral voice. Unwilling to chance another spurt of jabbering, he gave a look to his skull-headed protege in an effort to convey a portion of his drawn weariness.

His other took mercy. “You would not wake. Today was the most success we’ve had penetrating your fugue. There is now some hope the rest of our brethren will rise from torpor.”

With a nod to the other, he attempted to gain some familiarity with where the captain had wandered in her tangent. Deaths of livestock. Generations of displaced peoples. Children devoured by snow monsters. Grave things; he found himself agreeing with the woman’s vexation but was finding no way to interrupt her angry yammering.

Phantom muscles in his back twitched. He felt joints shift in well oiled sockets. He pushed out with a hard flex, then felt a twinge of amusement at how the captain staggered back, face paled by the wan light thrown off by the spread vastness of his shimmering wings.

“I hear your concerns, Captain.” Looking at the hesitancy in her face, he wondered what she saw in he and the others present. A glance at the weirdly still waters of the courtyard’s tiered fountain gave him some insight to the lady’s distress. He saw none of the faces around him crowding the reflected image. Just a woman, worn from a long day’s ride made to stand by necessity in front of four giants towering high in greys and blacks, who bore the visage of devils and tormentors. The lime banner bearer growled silently through a roaring, vaguely lupine muzzle edged by draconic frills, while his granite counterpart stared through the many horned mask of a toothily frowning dream eater.

His own was unpleasantly vicious. A snouted muzzle of flared nares, bristly teeth, twinned horns - They stood still as walking gargoyles with all the menace of titans, surrounded by the presence of countless specters she could not see, and he’d wondered at her unease. He drew in the metallic wings, letting the ghostly rays of light dwindle to nothing while artificial pinions smoothly furled.

“We will give aid, but I must rouse my brethren from sleep. That will take time. Who else has joined you in this… Campaign?” He’d watched in the span of four minutes the woman’s face range from impatience, to fury, to trepidation, now regret. “Others. Like yourself. They… Are enroute.”

This time he felt his question was just. “Why?”

“Because it was requested they arrive with haste and kick down your door.”

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I (F) have wavy hair, and it causes endless frustrations. Could the CG method work for me?

Curling News - Mon, 10/22/2018 - 10:33

I have thick, heavy, wavy hair (shoulder length). Parts of it are almost curly/very wavy and parts of it fall completely flat. I’ve never tried the CG method. My typical routine involves shampoo/conditioner, applying AG curl activator, and diffusing to dry. Which always results in a half wavy/curly half straight head of hair. I always have to fix the flat pieces with a curling iron to make it look presentable. Can anyone offer some insight?

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[SELL - US] Kate Somerville ExfoliKate, Discontinued Lime Crime Perlees, Hair Tools, Ipsy Bags!

Curling News - Mon, 10/22/2018 - 09:58

Hello! I've got a few things that have been sitting around not going to use that I want to send to loving homes!

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  • Prosacea - Didn't work for me, but if you want to try it, just pay for shipping

Hair -

  • Remington Pro 1-1½” Curling Wand w/ Glove - Used 1x - $12

  • Rhinestone Hair Clip - Never Used - $5

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Feel free to make an offer. Willing to negotiate!

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