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I'm Doing it a game Ng+ persona 5 royal i hve max stats in my personality and i would like to know if it is possible to max out all confidanrs ? Or there are too many of them ?(i'm tryng to get the royal good ending)

Over the years, the BI has proven itself incapable of change, with corruption cases leading to mere dismissals and suspensions, while the system itself stays rotten. The government must recognize that token investigations, firings and vague promises of reform can’t cure a bureau that has been hijacked by crooks in uniform.

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We just stayed at the Fontainbleau and realized the elevator goes from 39 to 50. What happened to the 40s??

Extremely insensitive, tone deaf use of publisher logos on their fake midwifery school, which, when googled, mention Free Birth Society alongside infant death/ pregnancy loss Thank you, chatGPT: can you mention whether articles by these publishers that reference "Free Birth Society," "Emilee Saldaya, "Yolande Norris Clark" mention maternal and/or fetal / infant death / stillbirth? -Rolling STone -BuzzFeed -Mother Jones -Marie Claire -NBC -Daily Beast -NewsWeek -Daily Mail -Yahoo Also name how many articles from these publishes reference death # ChatGPT said: ​Several articles from the publishers you've listed discuss the "Free Birth Society" and its founder, Emilee Saldaya, in the context of maternal and infant outcomes, including deaths. Here's a summary:​ * **BuzzFeed**: An article titled "An Infant’s Death Has Sparked A Heated Debate Around The 'Free Birth' Movement" details the case of a woman who experienced a stillbirth after attempting an unassisted home birth. The piece explores the broader implications and debates surrounding the free birth movement. ​[The Daily Beast+3BuzzFeed News+3Marie Claire Magazine+3](https://www.buzzfeednews.com/article/carolinekee/freebirth-infant-death-unassisted-childbirth?utm_source=chatgpt.com) * **Marie Claire**: In "The Women of the Free Birth Society on Giving Birth Alone," the article examines the experiences of women involved in the Free Birth Society. It references an incident where a member's unassisted childbirth resulted in a stillbirth, highlighting the controversies and risks associated with the movement. ​[Marie Claire Magazine](https://www.marieclaire.com/culture/a36620650/free-birth-society/?utm_source=chatgpt.com) * **The Daily Beast**: "She Wanted a ‘Freebirth’ at Home. When the Baby Died, the Attacks Began" discusses the story of a woman who, after a six-day labor attempting a free birth, sought medical assistance, only to deliver a stillborn baby. The article delves into the aftermath and the online backlash she faced. ​[The Daily Beast+1Newsweek+1](https://www.thedailybeast.com/she-wanted-a-freebirth-at-home-when-the-baby-died-the-attacks-began?utm_source=chatgpt.com) * **Newsweek**: An article titled "California Free Birth Mother Loses Baby After Six Day Labor and Gets Attacked by Trolls" covers the same incident as The Daily Beast, focusing on the woman's experience and the subsequent online reactions. ​[Newsweek+1BuzzFeed News+1](https://www.newsweek.com/california-free-birth-mother-loses-baby-after-six-day-labor-and-gets-attacked-1202627?utm_source=chatgpt.com) Regarding the other publishers—Rolling Stone, Mother Jones, NBC, Daily Mail, and Yahoo—I did not find articles from them discussing the Free Birth Society, Emilee Saldaya, or Yolande Norris Clark in relation to maternal or infant deaths.​ In summary, four articles from the specified publishers address cases involving the Free Birth Society and mention maternal and/or infant death or stillbirth.

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Loving how this turned out...even better than expected!

Calgary city Cllr. Sonya Sharp dives into the pool of candidates for Calgary mayor

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I’m already loving this dumbass Fool’s Day prank!

I already know about Raid Simulator, but the problem with that is that it sometimes feels more PVP, and also it's pretty out-of-date. I'm wanting to try a server where you get a random and unusual base, a limited amount of boom, and the goal is to raid the base like it's a puzzle. Does anyone know of a server that could fit that description?

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I have 2 egpu docks that im looking at. The first dock would for sure work assuming I had the right adapter. I originally wanted to go with the beelink dock but I'm not sure if it would work. I saw reviews about the mini pcs that beelink offers have Intel chips my mini pc has amd. And apparently only those 3 mini pcs are supposed to work with the beelink dock. If there's a way to make the beelink dock work with my mini pc I prefer to go that route. I feel like the 3 mini pcs they offer are only compatible because the pcie x8 is accessible without opening the case. Im thinking I would need a m.2 to pcie x8 male slot to make it work.

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I'm looking to upgrade my lunchbox/cooler for my truck. I'm located in the Southwest United States, so it's not abnormal for outside temps to reach 115+ during the summer. Anybody have any recommendations for the best box to keep cold as long as possible? Any insight is appreciated

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[WW] I made a vid about the hate Wind Waker received 🐻

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Their content used to be super good back in the day, but now the jokes and the script kinda feel repetitive and unpolished. The jokes are pretty much the same as they used to be from 2017 to 2020. Most of the content creators from Mumbai that used to make similar content like AngryPrash and Rawknee are also kind of dead channels and I see Slayy point being the same a few years after their young teenage female following dies off. Most of the youtubers lost their charm and YouTube feels like a dead place now. People used to make fun of Instagram but now Instagram has better content than YouTube

Trigger Character Teaser "Testimony of the Blind" | Zenless Zone Zero

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Saved up 27k waiting for an offer in the shop just to accidentally press on this big dumb idiot and buy it. Put in a support request but with jam city being gone idk if it’s gonna work. Fml.

Any ideas for trivia category or questions (with answers please)for April fool’s day?

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Happy Eid! Don't eat so much you can't move... until after I get some of that dessert. 😉 Eid Mubarak

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Hello, I am an instate student in MD and I am picking between UMD and Purdue for Mech E. Would love to hear people's opinions. UMD Pros: * Cheap(er) (\~20k) * Lots of friends and girlfriend going here * 30 minutes from home * Close to DC * Possible to continue interning at JHUAPL in college (currently here in ASPIRE) * Part of FIRE UMD Cons: * Everyone from my HS going to UMD (my hs a feeder) * I hate the road (purple line sucks) * Construction sucks * MechE and engineering overall is worse than Purdue * Not in a LLC (but I did applied to Virtus) Purdue Pros: * Top engineering and mechE program---probably more national renowned * Am a bit interested going OOS because I can avoid everyone Purdue Cons * 11 hours from home * More expensive (\~50k) * Never visited campus * Hear more negative things about the student life than positive things

i want a b+d eiroca or a glowtail eiroca, i wouldn’t be able to afford both but i just want to know whats the cheapest youll hunt it for me? or if anyone is selling either of these, whats your price?

So. I got an RTX 5090, verified priority access. But it doesn't use more than 300-ish watts in any game. BF2042, 340 watts. Call of duty, 320 watts. Siege, 280 watts. GPU usage is at 100% but it's not going up in wattage. Figured I would test with Furmark. It stays at 350 watts for about 20 seconds before it finally goes "oh yeah, that's right" and starts using the full 600 watts. My FPS goes from 230-ish in Furmark to just over 500 FPS. I would like that FPS in games, not benchmarks. Something wrong with the card or something to do with drivers? What's the deal here?

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My question is just that. I’d like to request a song from my favorite small(ish) band so others can hear them too! What’s the best time of day to request? TIA

I just always feel bad or selfish for preferring non monogamy! I’m currently doing long distance with someone and have decided to be open. She doesn’t want to really fuck other people but she’s understanding of my needs and has agreed to be open while we’re apart. But I feel like even if she was here I’d still want the option to be open and I feel like shit about it tbh None of my friends understand it they think that I mustn’t really love my partner if I’m still having sex with other people. They don’t get how I can seperate sex and love and I just feel like a bad person or something? I’m so in love with this girl but we can’t see each other for months at a time and I’ve explained that to my friends and they still think it’s weird Anyway just a rant

Angelic Visions in the Night

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The Beatles collaborate with Nine Inch Nails (1965)

EZEKIEL We rode out beneath a sky stretched wide and pitiless and the land before us lay broken and raw as an old wound split anew and there was nothing in it that did not bear the mark of ruin. The war had come through like a great and mindless beast with its belly empty and its maw gaping and it had left behind nothing that could not be chewed or swallowed or trampled underfoot and the places where men had stood and built and prayed and planted had been swept clean as if they had never been at all. We rode past the carcass of the South, still smoldering, its fields blackened, its homes gutted, its roads lined with the dead, men and beasts alike, their flesh burned away so that their bones gleamed pale against the ash. The ruin of Sherman’s hand stretched from horizon to horizon, and in the wake of that ruin, only the scavengers remained—crows and coyotes and men no better than either. The trees what still stood were blackened and limbless and the fields were pocked with shell craters and the dead lay in their trenches, in the ditches, in the sun-blasted gutters where they had fallen, their bones clean and dry and shining beneath the hard light of day, and I seen places where the carrion birds had grown too fat to fly and they sat dumb and glutted among the corpses as if waiting for the war to start up again. We rode on through the wreckage of that old country, past the charred remains of farmhouses where the beams had fallen in upon themselves and the chimneys stood alone like tombstones among the ruins, past wells gone to poison and fields where the crops had grown up wild and tangled and thick with weeds that bore no food for men nor beast. The roads were lined with the spent relics of war, gun carriages with their wheels shattered, cannons rusting in the earth, swords driven point-down into the dirt as if by some unholy rite. We seen whole towns gone to smoke and their people with them and we seen houses where the doors had been nailed shut from the outside and the windows black with fire and in the silence of the plains where the wind moved across the grass and bent it low we could still hear the echoes of the screaming. Harlan rode beside me, easy in the saddle, his poncho hanging loose over his frame like it had been draped there by some idle hand, his revolver slung low and light at his hip as if it were no more than an afterthought though I knew well enough that it was not, the long bone-handled thing near part of him the way a man’s own hand is part of him, and his mustache curled blonde and pale against his lip like the crest of some breaking wave, and there was a look to him like he had lived a thousand lives and found them all lacking and so had set about making one of his own liking, and the hat he wore was white and broad-brimmed and he tipped it low against the sun with the lazy grace of a man who had never moved in a hurry for anything he did not intend to kill. He did not speak and he did not need to for there was something in the way he rode, something in the way he let his gaze drift out over the road ahead, slow and easy, like a man admiring a piece of land he had already staked his claim to, and I could see in him the shape of something already decided, something settled in the deep and quiet places of him, and though no word had passed his lips I knew he had already counted the shots and measured the distance and weighed the cost in blood and found it all agreeable enough. He asked nothing of me and I gave him nothing in return and we rode as such for three days through the burned-out carcass of the world and in all that time we did not see another living soul save for the beasts what trailed us, long dogs with ribs showing and yellow eyes watching and vultures that rode the currents above us and drifted in our wake like omens yet unspoken. The nights were long and the fire burned low and he would sit with his back to some dead log or dry outcropping of stone and he would smoke his cigarette with his boots crossed and his hat pulled low and in the darkness his smile was like some spirit conjured up from a gambler’s prayer, and in the morning he would rise and stretch and dust himself off and mount up and we would ride on and it was as if he had always been riding, like he had never been made for the stillness of things, like the road itself had birthed him out of dust and heat and whatever it was that lay waiting at the end of it, be it death or worse. On the fourth day we come upon a river and it was slow and wide and thick with mud and deadwood and on the far bank the bodies of men gray and blue alike and horses lay tangled together in the shallows and their eyes were gone and their mouths had been opened by the things that fed on them and the smell of it hung low and heavy and did not move with the wind and I turned to Calloway and he took the cigarette from his mouth and exhaled slow and easy and looked over the scene with the calm of a man surveying a garden gone to weeds. “Well,” I said. “What you make of that?” He smiled that same lonesome smile, no teeth and all shadow, and flicked the spent cigarette into the water where it floated a moment before sinking. “A man could lose his appetite,” he said. I watched the bodies shift in the current, watched the way the limbs tangled and untangled in slow dreamlike motion. “Ain’t got much of one to lose,” I said. He swung down from the saddle, dusted himself off, stretched as if stepping out into the morning air of some fine hotel and not into the stench of rot and putrefaction and he walked to the edge of the river and crouched there and plucked up a bit of driftwood and turned it over in his fingers, thoughtful, the way a man might inspect the workmanship of some fine thing he meant to purchase, and he turned his pale eyes up at me and grinned. “World’s full of unpleasant things,” he said. “Just got to learn to step careful-like.” I spat into the dust. “And what if the thing that needs stepping on is you?” Calloway stood, brushed off his poncho, set his pale hat square upon his head. “Then I’d hope the man behind the boot had better aim than most,” he said, and with that he mounted his horse and tipped his hat and spurred the animal forward and I watched him ride out into the world and for a long time I did not follow. We rode onwards through that country and it did not change nor did it care to, the land a wide and empty thing, indifferent and unconcerned with whatever passed over it or perished upon it, the road stretching ever forward with the same dumb certainty as a river seeking its own mouth. We rode through dry gulches and over cracked and broken plains where the heat rose in shimmering veils from the earth and the bones of old cattle lay scattered among the mesquite like some forgotten tally of the world’s great and senseless ledger, and we passed through ghost towns where the buildings stood hollow and canted, their doors swinging loose on rusted hinges, the streets abandoned save for the wind that moved through them, and there was no sign that any soul had ever lived in those places nor died there either, though I suspected the latter was the truer thing. On the fifth day we seen dust rising far off on the horizon, a slow and plodding thing, not the sharp kicking-up of horsemen nor the blind charge of cattle set to flight but a steady rolling haze like breath let out from the earth itself. We watched it come, and as it neared we seen the shapes within it, wagons heavy-laden and sun-bleached and drawn by beasts what looked near spent, their ribs showing stark through the patchy hide, their heads bowed low beneath the yoke, the drivers hunched forward on their seats, faces wrapped in cloth against the dust. A dozen families maybe, or what was left of them. The women held their young close, their eyes sunk deep into their skulls and their hands gripping rosaries wound tight about their fingers though the way they looked upon us suggested whatever faith remained in them was a thing fragile and uncertain. The men rode thin-legged ponies or walked beside the wagons, their rifles slung across their backs, though their bearing was not that of men accustomed to violence but of men who had been made to understand it too late. One of them rode ahead of the rest and as he come near he lifted a hand and we drew up and waited. He pulled the scarf down from his face and beneath it his skin was the color of old saddle leather, his beard patchy and unkempt, his eyes dark with a knowing that needed no speech. He looked to me and then to Calloway and then past us to the road beyond and he sat his horse like a man what had long since learned that there was little to be gained from pleading. “Mornin,” he said. “Mornin,” I said. Calloway tipped his hat but said nothing. The man leaned forward slightly, his curiosity getting the better of him. “You Harlan Calloway?” He asked, voice low with both respect and disbelief. A wry smile played about Calloway’s lips as he met his gaze. “That’s the rumor,” he said, his tone as dry and unyielding as the road behind us. He nodded respectfully, then turned his gaze back to me. “We come up from the south,” the man said. “Headin for the prophet’s town. Ain’t nothin left behind us but ruin. They say he’s workin miracles out here.” “That so,” I said. “That’s what’s said.” He glanced back at his people, at the wagons creaking beneath their loads, at the hollow-cheeked children watching from beneath tattered canvas. When he turned back to me his hands were still resting on the pommel of his saddle and his mouth was set in a tight line. “You seen trouble up this way?” “Always trouble,” I said. “Ain’t no telling if it’s coming or going.” He nodded, slow, like a man what had already counted the odds and found them lacking but had little choice in the matter. He turned his horse and rode back to his people, and the wagons rolled on past us, the wheels cutting deep into the dry earth. I watched them go, their figures growing small against the empty land. Calloway struck a match and touched it to the end of his cigarette, exhaled slow through his nose. “What you reckon?” I asked, taking a swig from my flask. Calloway shrugged, the movement casual, but there was a weight behind it. “Depends on how the wind blows, I suppose. Fate’s a fickle mistress, and she don’t take kindly to those who presume to know her mind.” “You figure we’re due for a change in fortune?” He chuckled softly, a sound that held no real mirth. “Fortune? I’ve danced with her long enough to know she’s got a taste for blood. Best keep your wits about you.” I grunted noncommittally, my hand resting lightly on the grip of my revolver, the wind stirring the straps of my saddle. We turned our horses and rode on, the dust of the wagons settling behind us, already fading into the breath of the land. The sky hung low and heavy, the clouds thick and unmoving, the sun a pale and distant thing that cast little warmth. The only sound was the steady plodding of the horses and the whisper of the wind through the brittle grass, and in that hush there was a waiting, a stillness that did not feel natural but like a thing holding its breath. The land itself bore no memory of kindness, only the deep scars of suffering, and it lay before us as something hollowed and emptied, a great and endless ruin where the past lingered like the embers of a dead fire. We come upon the first of the bodies not long after midday, a man laid out in the dust with his arms flung wide and his face turned toward the sky, his mouth open as if to catch the last words what had left him. His skin was burned dark, the sun having made a feast of him, his lips split and curling back from his teeth in a grin that held nothing of mirth. His shirt was stiff with blood, the wound in his belly long dried, his boots gone, stripped by the hands of another poor soul looking for something worth carrying. A crow sat upon his ribs, its beak working at something deep in his chest, and it turned its head to look at us as we passed but did not fly, its eyes black and shining and knowing. A little ways on we seen another, a woman this time, her body half-buried in the dirt where the wind had begun to reclaim her, her hair tangled in the roots of a dry shrub, one hand still clutching a bundle of cloth what might have been a child once but was no longer anything at all. The fingers of the dead thing were small, curled tight, and the sight of it sat heavy in the air between us, the weight of what was lost there something neither of us cared to name. Calloway took the cigarette from his mouth and tapped the ash into the breeze, his mouth drawn into something near to a frown, though whether it was from the sight of the dead or the hunger for something stronger than tobacco, I could not say. “Poor unfortunate soul,” he said. I nodded. “Too mean a place for the young’uns.” We kept on, slower now, eyes moving over the horizon, the places where the land dipped into gullies and the long shadows stretched between the rock formations. We rode through a stretch of country littered with the remnants of wagons, their frames burned to the axles, the wheels scattered like bones. We seen spent shell casings glinting in the dust, old blood blackened on the wood, the tracks of men and horses churned deep into the dry earth and leading off into the hills. The wind had a taste to it, something bitter and sharp, the scent of gunpowder and old death, the kind of thing that lingered long after the shooting had stopped. Calloway pulled up his horse and looked out over the wreckage, adjusting his hat with slow and deliberate care. He carried himself with the air of a man for whom death was neither novelty nor burden, but rather a thing understood, something woven into the very fabric of the world, a thread he had long since ceased to pull against. “What’s your wager?” he asked, his voice smooth as silk. “I think we’re comin up on the ones that did it.” He smiled, slow and thin, the kind of smile that had nothing to do with joy. He tapped the butt of his revolver with two fingers, a gesture light as breath. “Good,” he said. “I was gettin bored.” We rode on, and the sky above us darkened, and the wind shifted, and somewhere ahead the men who had done this were waiting, though they did not yet know we were coming. The trail led us into a narrow canyon where the rock walls rose up high on either side, streaked with old rainwash, the kind of place where a man’s voice would carry but his prayers would not. The stone bore the color of dried blood in places, the red streaking down the walls as if the earth itself had bled once and never fully healed. The hoofbeats of our horses echoed off the stone, and in the tight passage the air felt different, close and thick, the kind of silence what don’t come natural. Calloway took the cigarette from his lips and flicked it away, watching the ember spin out into the dark, its glow dying in the dust. I pulled up my horse. “You feel that?” He nodded. “Don’t like it.” “Neither do I.” We sat still, listening. The wind had died away. The horses shifted beneath us, uneasy, their ears flicking toward something we could not yet see. In the far-off reaches of the canyon there come a sound, faint but certain, the shuffle of boots on stone, the quiet murmur of men who believed themselves unseen. Calloway’s hand drifted slow to the grip of his revolver. “Seems they’re waitin for us to ride into their lap,” he said. “Reckon so.” A pause, then he smiled, tilting his head just slightly, his eyes carrying something unreadable. “Well now,” he said, “be impolite to keep ‘em waitin.” He spurred his horse forward and I followed, and as we come around the bend the first shot rang out, sharp as a crack of dry wood, and the canyon lit up with the muzzle flashes of rifles set to their work, the air filled with the scream of ricochets and the dull, solid thud of lead meeting flesh. The dust rose up thick, choking, the scent of blood quick upon it, and the canyon walls shuddered with the sound of the fight. The first shot cracked through the canyon like the breaking of the world, and the shadows came alive with the muzzle flare of hidden rifles. The horses screamed, their flanks shuddering as the air filled with the wretched hymn of gunfire, the dry clap of bullets striking rock and flesh alike. The canyon walls, red with the ancient stains of rain and rust, bore fresh wounds now, pocked and splintered where lead found purchase. The wind carried the smell of blood, sharp and metallic, mingling with the acrid bite of spent powder. The dust rose up in thick, choking curtains, making specters of the men who moved within it, their blue coats shifting in and out of sight in the haze, glimpsed only in the flickering light of gunfire. I felt a bullet pass close enough to stir my coat, the breath of it warm as if death itself had leaned in to whisper its intentions, and another tore through my coat, grazing my shoulder with a white-hot kiss of pain. The air was thick with smoke and the stink of burnt powder, and somewhere in that chaos, Calloway turned, his eyes finding me in the churn of dust, my revolver up but my grip loose, the barrel quivering like a drunkard’s hand in the cold. My breath came in ragged gasps, my pulse thundering against my ribs, not from fear but from something unfamiliar and humiliating, something that had wormed its way into me and hollowed me out from the inside. He fired past me, dropping a man who had already begun to raise his rifle to bestow a finishing blow upon me. The soldier crumpled, his life snatched from him in an instant, and Harlan, still in the saddle, still at ease, swung his revolver toward me. He grinned through the smoke, lazy and mean. “Hell, Ezekiel,” he said. “You gettin’ tired on me?” My hands clenched around the revolver, the tremor gone, burned away by the heat of my shame, but I said nothing. “Good,” Harlan said, cocking the hammer back, sighting another man. “Would hate to think I was ridin’ with a dead man.” Behind him, another storm of men swelled through the haze, their blue coats streaked with dust and blood, their eyes emptied of reason, their hands clutching rifles as if the weight of them alone could carry them through this thing and my revolver was already up, already barking, the force of each shot rolling through my arm like the beat of some long-dead drummer leading us into a war without banner or cause. A soldier stepped from behind a jagged boulder, his rifle swinging toward me, but I but I fired first, the shot striking him high in the chest, spun him back against the rock, and for a moment he sat there, his breath leaving him in a long, rattling sigh. His fingers flexed, grasping at something unseen, and then the dust took him in its arms, laid him down gentle, and he was gone. Harlan moved beside me, fluid and precise, his hat low, his poncho flaring with each motion, a ghost given flesh and set to work. The long, bone-handled revolver in his hand spoke in measured cadence, each shot finding its mark, an instrument of perfect and deliberate ruin. A man rushed at him from the left, a knife flashing in his hand, eyes wide with whatever last conviction spurred him forward, but Harlan turned smooth as still water, as the long bone-handled pistol lifted, fell, barked its verdict, and struck the man between the eyes. He fell without a sound, his body folding in on itself like an emptied sack, his lifeblood pouring out into the thirsty earth. The canyon groaned with the voices of the dying. The men in the rocks, whoever they had been before, were unmade with each passing second, their lives cast into the dust and left to settle where the wind willed it. Some tried to flee, their shapes retreating into the deeper black of the stone corridors, but Harlan and I rode through them like the reaping of some long-forgotten harvest, and one by one, they were laid low. In the dust the bodies lay still or else they twitched in fits, limbs jerking without sense, fingers curling against the emptiness. The scavengers waited above in the high places, black shapes shifting against the darkening sky, patient. We had given them their feast and they would come in time. An officer crouched behind a rock not ten paces ahead, his hands trembling with the knowledge of a manmade corpse. His breath came ragged, visible even in the heat. A lieutenant, his coat still crisp despite the ruin around him, the brass buttons gleaming in the dying light. I saw the saber at his hip, a useless thing now, and I saw in his face that he understood that whatever war he had come here to fight had ended before he could draw it. I pulled the hammer back slow, let the weight of the moment settle. He turned toward me, and his eyes locked onto mine and they were filled with something that might have been terror or resignation or the slow dawning of some final understanding. He did not raise his saber. His lips moved. “Please,” he said. His face was young. The blue of his uniform dark with sweat and dust and blood that might have been his own or another’s. There was something in his eyes I did not want to see. I felt the weight of the revolver in my hand, felt the tremor that had been there before, the weakness that had cost me a second too long, and I knew that Harlan had seen it, had taken the shot that I had hesitated to take, had smiled that easy smile of his. The lieutenant’s lips trembled as he stared at me, his lips moving around something soundless. “You don’t have to,” he whispered. Harlan was somewhere behind me, watching, his revolver held loose in his grip, his white hat pulled low against the glare of the sun. He lit a cigarette with slow deliberation, the ember burning red in the dimming light. Crimson blossomed through the blue uniform the boy wore, the deep red mixing with the dirt and the mud and the clay, a beautiful flower surrounded by an ugly world. My shot rang out sharp against the walls of the canyon, and the lieutenant slumped back, his blood mixing with the dirt, the last breath leaving him without resistance. The crows scattered, rising up in a great black flurry before settling again. The silence that followed was vast, unbroken save for the slow shifting of bodies in the dirt, the death rattle of those too stubborn to go easy. The dust had not yet settled before the scavengers began their work, the crows flitting down from their perches above to hop among the dead, pecking at the soft places, unbothered by what they had once been. The wind moved through the canyon, turning over spent shell casings and stirring the still-warm blood where it pooled in the cracks of the stone, whispering its indifference to the dead. Harlan stood among the fallen, exhaled smoke into the cooling air and said nothing, his eyes filled with the disappointment that he would not speak into existence. We moved through the dead, sifting them for supplies. The bodies lay twisted, the blood seeping out into the dust as if the land itself were drinking deep of the offering. Some still twitched, fingers curling in the dirt, mouths working through whatever last rites they were owed. The rifles were stripped from lifeless hands, cartridges scavenged, their water skins checked for weight. One man had a silver flask, dented where a bullet had struck it, the liquor inside spilled into the earth like some last libation to an indifferent god. The canyon was no stranger to such things. It had seen men kill and be killed and it had swallowed their bones and waited for more. The earth did not grieve. The blood soaked into the ground and the land drank it in without comment. The wind shifted through the dead and turned their hair and the coats of their uniforms and in time it would strip them to nothing, leave them as pale bones in the dust, and in the silence of that place no voice would remain to speak of them, no prayer to carry their names into whatever lay beyond. We left them there. The sky overhead darkened to iron, the sun long set beyond the broken peaks, the air heavy with the scent of spent powder and old blood. Somewhere behind us the scavengers began to descend, their wings rustling against the stone as they came to claim what remained. I did not look again at the lieutenant.

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Today i(25F) saw my crush(23M) at work again, his workplace btw. We've been talking since last year and i've crushed on him for months. We have a few things in common and for a while i thought about asking him whether we could hang out outside of work. I was too hesitant and scared to ask cuz i was afraid of making him uncomfortable and i didn't wanna freak him out. Well, today i decided to ask him out anyway, just to get over myself. I asked whether we could maybe watch a tv-show together, he seemed alright about it and said we could. I asked if he was free this Saturday, he apparently had nothing to do and even replied asking whether i had anything to do TODAY. My heart was pounding and i was shaking when i eventually asked for his number, he "gave" it to me. At first i was excited, but before i texted him i thought to myself what if he gave me a fake number which got my head out of the clouds ig. I'm glad i anticipated it, cuz i sent him a message and he didn't reply. It could be that he felt pressured and gave me a fake to get me off his back. Now i feel guilty asking him tbh, i don't think i should've, i just hope i didn't make him feel too uncomfortable. The part that confused me the most tho is when i talked to him about meeting up, he asked if i had anything to do today. Why ask that if you're not interested?

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