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It 's almost Christmas!

It 's almost Christmas, I gave an exam and have one to 15 to 21, I have not bought presents the most important, I more reviews written for the challenge of fabbricamondi (Shame on me Shame on my cow!), I have not written the ending of my NaNoWriMo, PERO 'here's a new chapter Pull Me Under! New, oh God, not really ... it is ready in late October and it seems so short, compared to NaNo!

Title: Pull Me Under

Fandom: Original

Rating: G

Word Count: 970

Disclaimer: My! My! All mine! Although greatly inspired by Metal Gear Solid ...

Notes: 1 - Who knows who Eric Finch?

2 - No I speak Croatian, I used a translator, so it might be some mistake ...

I'm not The Same
kid I was When I was younger I just thought

You Should Know I'm Not the same kid I was
When I was younger I just thought you

I just thought you Should Know

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They share the following morning it is still early. Doug refuses the offer to relieve him of Astor and safe driving, entering more and more in the State of Pennsylvania. It 's a bit sharp and thoughtful and Astor decides not to speak. Near a town called Lock Heaven, Doug indicates with a nod to their destination: a small tourist airport on an expanse of green, sand and cement outside the main hangar a couple of men rush around a blue biplane Lincoln lit. Doug park not far and starts toward the two mechanics, "Come.

Astor lingers down the car to have a look 'round. The airfield is desert, perhaps for now, perhaps for the time: the sky is partly cloudy and gray air.

Banach-Cas? - Doug calls in the meantime the two mechanical Astor and hurries to join him.

-Inside.

-Want to leave the country with an air tour? - Astor demand in a low voice, affiancandoglisi.

-Of course not! We're not smugglers. You need false documents and I have a friend who can help. Choose a name.

-Uh ... - Astor replied, adjusting his glasses-d 'Agreement ...

Enter the hangar and almost immediately a man comes to meet them: - To je ljepo vidjeti, prijateli moi!

The man has dark hair, a beard of a week and look especially dangerous. If you meet him on his way in that subway, Astor would have handed the wallet, but must admit to not being very brave.

-draj prijatelju! - Doug answers instead and the two embrace each other by exchanging pats on the back and other words in that strange language.

-What can I do for you my friend? You came to do a review of the language before you leave? - The man asks with a wink. Doug looks away, as suddenly uncomfortable and takes a few breaths before responding, "No, I need another one of your abilities. My traveling companion needs documents. This is Cas-tells Astor,-We were soldiers.

Cas Banach noted when the red and starts to speak that strange language with a lot of the, Astor is certain that he is asking for explanations. Doug responds with firmness and Cas surrenders.

-Have you a passport? - Application to Astor.

-No.

Do it again-all, do not use the old as a base: I want to be secure .- intervenes Doug

-will cost more.

-You will make a favor to an old comrade in arms.

-You've already made many in Croatia ... Did you hear? Bobetko died. Kurvin sin! - Cas shakes his head and lights a cigarette, the other leaders by then-really are not going to leave? We could have sworn ...

-I have my reasons .- Doug answered, and this time the topic is closed. Banach is aimed at Astor now: "How do you want to baptize, man?

-Eric Finch .- says the red without hesitation. The other two exchange a look. Doug raises his eyes to heaven as irritated and approaches him, forcing him to retreat a few steps. -C-What?

-Are you sure? Must a name that no one who knows you might think. No names of old friends or favorite players, right?

Ah, then fine, it's a character ... does not matter.

Doug raises his eyebrows and arms crossed, waiting.

-Um, it's hard if you look at me like that ... - Astor apologizes, trying to think. Doug snorts. When he was a child of children of the neighbors had red hair. What was his name? Rex? Or ... What- How about Ray? As Raymond ...

Astor is struck:-Ok. For the surname, OK Chandler? Raymond Chandler, I like it.

-Ray .- Doug makes a half smile.

-You've made it? Then we can celebrate! - Banach says, making them sign to follow him in his office.

They stop to eat at a diner near a service station sull'interstatale 80. The weather is back, perhaps in the afternoon the little sky-blue Lincoln will take off from the airfield.

-You were with the army? - Ray asks finishing his pancakes.

-Not really. Cas was a pilot. He joined in Croatia as a performer: her grandparents were in Zagreb. When you leave the aircraft is devoted to military activities, so to speak, alternative.

Doug seems more relaxed now. He looks around and this time calmly explains to Ray where he intends to proceed. Reality is a place to another, now that Ray has forged documents are relatively safe, unless someone who knows cross each person, and this is rather unlikely to have left New York.

program Langosta If men do not have followed so far can that if they are left behind for good. As for the police, probably looking for Astor Ba ü er for questioning, but think first of all that is hidden from their parents. However would not hurt to check the newspapers to get an idea of how the investigators are moving. Ray pulls out the laptop and is linked to the local connection.

-It takes me a while .- says, and after a minute they are staring at the photo of a smiling Bertrand Russell and an article about his death. Ray winces and says nothing. It feels hot and has a mouth full of saliva. Splashing out of the room while Doug still wonders if it was the photo or titoletto ('Young programmer killed with two shots') to effect him. It reaches out to call who is finishing breakfast. It straightens up and gives him a few pats on the back.

- seemed happy. I've never seen happy. I thought it was not, and then ... - Ray starts, but Doug immediately interrupts him:-It was not your fault .- 'It was not your fault' is repeated to himself.

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December 15, at 16:50.

Scinto and asylum at the door, happy to pick up the creature. Already has plans to buy new vegetables in the past, and go to the pharmacy to pick up the Sciroppetto AlzaDifese (Parevero) ordered.

presses the doorbell. At the same time, from his bag, leaving the first notes of "Tell Me Something Good" sung by Matthew Morrison Glee (... true tone / rite)

Scinto looks at the phone: who dares to disturb me while I'm going to hug my daughter?

Oh, toh.

Asylum.

Scinto opens the door and says "I'm here, what happened?"
( and that they will happen? Still you ask? )

"MustelaPandala saw a bit 'strange, we measured the fever, has 38. We have already given SuppostinaPanacea "



ok.
not panic. While

expects it to him the lead, Scinto calls the baby sitter and asked if tomorrow (today) and Friday can be with the untrice. Can. Luckily, because my grandmother left for Tunisia and can not. [Edit: it was Tunisia, was Milan. For Tunisia is playing later. I'm on a pc]

Then Scintilla offend the teacher who brought MustelaPandala (laughing, the infamous), saying the creature, "but you're always wrong, love? It is not possible, you change with a healthy mom! "

Finally, the creature semidelirante loaded onto the stroller very well in the closed down, stroller cover, plastic cover of the stroller, call gurupediatra. Respond gurusegretaria.

"Yes lord, dam me"
"and what? Has a high fever. Do not eat a bit 'of days, then I would check that it has plates, so it is certainly pharyngitis "
" yes lord, but I must first of the six Benire "
" Yes, look, son already the street "a cabbage

the street: huge block traffic, begging the driver to get her out, run like mad with the stroller.
(ah no: first, on the bus, watch your daughter change from "oh look, the lights of Christmas" to "blindly, helplessly, the method checks to see if breathing GAS learned in the course of resuscitation )

comes to the pediatrician, MustelaPandala after a nap is gritty and joyous.
Scinto says "there is nothing to laugh about, you show that you're sick!"

the pediatrician's visit: it has nothing in the lungs (Cough, but a lot of "high") but has a "virosssssi throat, lord. Ya know terapppia. "

and in fact I know.
Aggiungelo SciropponeSedativoperlaTosse and Scinto "Excuse me, but I read the leaflet that it can not be under two years" and
him "and what if they call Bugiardini, lord. I take responsibility for de prescribe "[but I quarrelsome, not gave it. Via, of SciroppoOmeopatico, that works and not sedation]

Then I said "My lord, this child unfortunately has a morbidity high "

Come on? I never said.


and in any case, the gurupediatra leaves two weeks in South America and very happy.
I have not attached to her ankle just because her husband has now arrived.

In all this last night was 37.5, I gave her Nurofen, was this morning at 5-mode heater with 39 ... was when I went out again to 36.6
I hope not to be and I do not touch the plates go to the antibiotic. Which already has a tooth that seems speckled (white and transparent)

And I also hope that the Deputy gurupediatra, This time, both a pediatrician and not a non-specialist graduates and even stupid, like last year.

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and also the variant ...

Another characteristic way [that special! weird!] Napolitano and purely to prepare the noodles with clams is called "white", that [who would have thought?] without tomatoes.

For four people will be needed, as mentioned above [here below, oh well] one kilogram of clams. Rinse vigorously and place in a large frying pan with a tablespoon of oil. Cover them and put them on the fire. Do hop [hop! hop!] so may all feel the heat [a moment: you do not have a sense of deja vu? I do! But Ada, you could not just say "see recipe above?]. When two or three minutes after the clams are all open remove from the heat and with a spoon to peel it off one by one from the shell, put them in a bowl. Proceeding carefully decanted a good portion of the liquid is left in the pan with [sand], add it to the clam shell, and set aside.

[why those who make the noodles with clams in white do not annoy them with the sand? Eh? Racist]

hours Put in a pan by adding ½ cup oil a couple of cloves of garlic cut into pieces [I have to make molds?]. When the garlic is golden color, add the clams with their broth, you give even a stamp [Plop!] And with this very simple sauce flavored the noodles, complete with a strong pinch of pepper and a spoonful of chopped parsley.

vermicelli can be calculated from one hundred to one hundred twenty-five grams per person. [Never 130]

The authentic recipe that wants to remain in garlic sauce. If this did not like the [erratum 1935. Sigh] could just remove the garlic brown.

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Ada is back!

Taking advantage of a "challenge" on an internet forum, which is all cook the same dish, and since this month, the dish is "vermicelli with clams, take this opportunity to revive the legendary talisman of happiness" Grandma (1935 approximately) to see what it says on Ada. I always follow the recipe, and I feel good. But, as usual, is not what says, but how he says it!

True vermicelli with clams are easy [you think], but not all [Eccheli], especially the Neapolitans not [Napoli I tani, yeah] they know how to cook a perfect rule of art.
These noodles do not tolerate any foreign material kind: they must not be made that with oil, a bit 'of garlic, clams and tomatoes, and above all no anchovies [unfortunate, I saw you at home, we wanted to make certain that the anchovy !!!], erroneously added. [Ada is magnanimous, saying "wrong", but knows that the adds are bad because]
To do well, you have the sauce and noodles are abundant in clams.
For four people we will advise you one kilogram of these tasty seafood.

[note: now part of the trip to Ada. The renofobia ]

An enemy capital is to be avoided at all costs the sand, then first of all what you put the clams in a bowl of water and wash thoroughly. Without this, passatetle in a large frying pan with a tablespoon of olive oil, cover them and put them on the fire. Do
hop [hop! hop!] clams so that they can still hear all the heat. You will see that in two or three minutes will be open.
then lift up the pan of fire [not my mistake; Ada leverage the pan fire. It was her.] And with the aid of a spoon to pull out one by one the clams from their shells. The shells will throw them [no! Why! I wanted to have a parure!], The vongolw to gather in a bowl.

If you find you that the clams still contained a lot of sand [whistles, but what is it, fished in the desert?! Anyway, you could not bleed the first, instead of washing them with energy and just?] You can wash them again [after cooked?!] With a ladle of lukewarm water, then pull up and pass them in another bowl cleaner [why , you know, you stupid: you would be able to wash them and then put them back in the sand, inventing the perpetual motion]

When you have all shelled clams, you will see that the pan will be plenty of liquid remained a murky-looking. Take care not to throw away [stupid] because it is precisely what give fragrance to the dish. Before you use it but you'll have to wait a bit, to give way to sand [... thought you esservene released? ah, ah, deluded!] to rest on the bottom of the pan. Only then tilted slightly this, decant the sauce into a cup, warning that the fund earthy [earthy! ter-ro-so!] remains in the pan [because you are always idiots who wash the clams and then put them in the sand, remember]

After this overview, take a clay pot or a pan or even a copper pot, if you put half a cup of olive oil and a clove of garlic [swimming]. Bring on the fire, and as soon as the garlic toglieteleo begins to brown, and add three or four spoonfuls of tomato sauce in jars or one kilogram or four [....... plenty of spoons or a pound and two. Same] sieved fresh tomatoes.
Season with salt and pepper, add the juice of the clams, a little water, if needed, and cook the sauce. When this thickens, add the clams, and let boil for two or three minutes, so it does not harden too much. Meanwhile

You [eh, stupid, all you have to say] put to cook the amount of vermicelli needed - about half a kilogram for four people. - Keep them rather hard to cook, Drain, toss with the sauce, stop it with a pinch of pepper and a spoonful or two of chopped parsley.

In 2010, in which the sand is not as nightmarish, it is also good ...

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it's beginning to look a lot like Christmas ...



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Mother degenerate and the phone.

finally have returned all my colleagues from motherhood. I

So we (mom of November), X (mother of August) and Y (mother of January)

both talk on the phone with her daughter and son (16 months and a 11 the other), saying things like "maaaammmaaaaaa ..." "amoredimaaaaammmaaaa that" " are you doing? clap your hands? "or singing songs.

dynamics when my daughter is home and my mother wants to pass, however, is
"NO! not pass! No! "
" anf anf "(the daughter on the phone breathing, laughing, not talking, yet)
" er. Um. Hello? "
" anf! anf "
" ooooh, he opened his eyes and he smiled ... "(mother translates)
" eh, well, "
" wait, I'll review "
" NNNNOO! er. Hello. Hello, Daughter. Um. (Citing Moretti) ca-pi-cross-that-that the coooo? "

... are just degenerate

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hhhhhhhhhhhh

are completely soundproof.
I hear you, you, over there, who say, "Oh Lord, I thank you" ... I can always write
.
Tze.

(now of course I just hope not to have infected my daughter) Links

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the past my mom ...

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woman has always been used to help me produce the most diverse costumes and masked (memorable ... when I asked and obtained permission to masquerade as milk, with lots of cardboard on top).

That time, I asked her to prepare a cloak for Paiolocon, I had to dress like a spark, I bought a nice heavy cloth, sugar paper, I wanted a classic mantle, hooded.

My mother, to check that you understand the model:

"but how about the Star Wars grandfather?"

already eh.
Obi Wan and the Grandfather of the Alps
Separated at birth.