Eddy. I am sure you have heard more than a few terrible rumors about me recently. As soon as I am able I will personally be there to assure you of their falseness, but there is much I have to do first. I love you. Please know that. -Carl Kindle

Arabella, I don't have to time to explain why but we can not speak or associate with each other for a short time No it is nothing you did and I am not going on a zealous tangent. People have been saying rumors about us and I fear if we are seen together it would only fuel them. This is only until things die down. Hopefully it will be soon. -Overseer kindle

Dear Alexander, I guess by now, if you are reading this then I have passed on. All of my war memories are here in my helmet. I promised your grandmother before she died that I would share my war memories with somebody that is interested in listening to me. It is to difficult for me to talk about my memories so I hope that everything here will teach you what war is like and I hope it will answer all your questions. I hope you will never encounter the horrific things war brings. In this collection, you will find letters that I sent back to my mother. You will find some of her letters as well. You will not find all of them because some I kept just for myself. You will find the very poster I used when I went to the recruiting office in Edmonton and you will find our victory poster from when we took Vimy. Everything here is for you. I hope you understand what I am telling you and that you will cherish all my belongings. Love, Grandpa

You think I’m that easy to kill? Come Find Me. -You Know

Linux Unser, Der Du bist im Kernel, Geöffnet sei Dein Swap-File, Dein KDE komme, Dein Bash-Command geschehe, Wie in Red Hat so auch in Suse. Unser täglich Login gib uns heute, Und vergib uns unsere zu kleine Festplatte, Wie auch wir vergeben Dir Deiner Installation. Und führe uns nicht in die Kernel-Panik, Sondern erlöse uns von Microsoft. Denn Dein ist das Netz Und die Festplatte Und die Stabilität In Ewigkeit Enter!

Linux Unser, Der Du bist im Kernel, Geöffnet sei Dein Swap-File, Dein KDE komme, Dein Bash-Command geschehe, Wie in Red Hat so auch in Suse. Unser täglich Login gib uns heute, Und vergib uns unsere zu kleine Festplatte, Wie auch wir vergeben Dir Deiner Installation. Und führe uns nicht in die Kernel-Panik, Sondern erlöse uns von Microsoft. Denn Dein ist das Netz Und die Festplatte Und die Stabilität In Ewigkeit Enter!

Bucaramanga, octubre 13 de 2014 Querida tía, Espero estés bien. Ahora que todo es tan rápido gracias a Facebook, quería enviarte un mensaje de cariño que fuera distinto. Mi madre dice que las cartas hechas a mano tienen un significado especial y se guardan para siempre, no como los mensajes electrónicos. Por eso, en un día tan especial como hoy en el que todos te recordamos, quería decirte que te amamos y extrañamos mucho y esperamos verte pronto. Tu sobrina favorita, Isabella P.D. ¡Nos vemos en diciembre!

À mes descendants. Je ne sais pas qui vous êtes. Je ne sais pas ce que vous deviendrez. Je n'ai pas, comme ceux qui vous ont élevés jusqu'ici, accompagné vos premiers pas et je ne connais pas vos visages. Mais vous êtes de mon sang, et je ne connais rien de plus merveilleux. Surprenant d'ailleurs que je vous parle de votre future naissance alors qu'à l'heure où vous me lisez, vous avez probablement mon âge... Mon nom est Madael. Ce jour où je vous écris, je viens d'abandonner mon poste de roi pour sauver mon pays. Madael vous évoquera probablement le premier roi d'Endrilion, probablement moins le dernier souverain légitime qui gouverna avant la guerre contre la Déléane. Pour vous, il s'agit sans doute d'une vielle histoire, et pourtant vous allez être tenus de la prendre en compte. À vous, à tous mes descendants, j'ai légué deux pouvoirs. Le premier est moindre et conditionne le second. Il s'agit du pouvoir du transmission. Par celui-ci vous léguerez à votre aîné sifflet mais leur permettrez aussi d'avoir le don que caractérise notre lignée. Si vous lisez ce message, c'est que vous-même l'avez déjà: le Don d'ailes. Du temps de votre génération, vous serez le seul et l'unique à le détenir, et à l'utiliser dans le but suivant: vous lancer en quête du trésor royal. Ce trésor, c'est pour nous une occasion unique de réinstaller notre dynastie en Endrilion, en misant à la fois sur l'effet de surprise et sur une alliance avec d'aitres puissances. À mon époque, cela n'aurait pas été possible. Quelques décennies sont nécessaires pour que les esprits s'apaisent; j'ose croire que c'est maintenant chose faite et je vous demande donc de vous soumettre au plan de nos premiers ancêtres ont conçu pour nous. il consiste en une quête simple: retrouver le trésor et l'utiliser pour renverser l'usurpateur. Le sifflet qui accompagne ce message vous aidera à point nommé, si vous savez vous en servir. Jusqu'à ce moment-là, vos ailes seront vos plus fidèles alliées. À vous d'exploiter au mieux vos ressources pour le retrouver. Courage, astuce et réflexion sont dorénavant vos maîtres mots. Vous allez vous mettre en route aussitôt que possible. Gardez le secret sur vos pouvoirs, impérativement.

March, 1882 We begin the ceremony as Mario instructed, according to that described in his book, De Vermis Mysteriis. A fire is set in the fireplace and a pentagram chalked on the floor, marked with appropriate symbols and illuminated by two black tapers placed near the center flanking the piece of amber with its entrapped spirit. The others sit in a circle whilst I, the designated "Watcher" who guards for malevolent spirits, sit in the far corner of the room. Mario throws a handful of powder in the fire, producing an evil-smelling smoke and dampening the flames which now burn a sputtering green and brown. Those seated begin the Latin chant Marion Allen has translated from his book. After nearly two hours I see a trail of smoke circling up from the piece of amber. It's surface seemed to bubbling, melting. Could this be it? Have we finally achieved success? I can see a form-- It is the following day. We have finished with our plans and have sworn a pact to never speak of what happened last night. We have satisfactorily explained the death of Robert, and in some manner the madness of Harold. The sherriff accepts the explanation of a carriage accident--we planned it well. Robert's neck was broken in the fall, we told him. Harold struck his head on a rock when the horse's leg broke and the carriage rolled. Would it be that it was only that. For the rest of us, we will be forever changed by what we saw last night. The thing formed in the center of the pentagram, shapeless, nearly invisible. Its terrible voice should have given us a clue but we were foolish. It spoke, then Marion cast that damned powder on the spirit, the Dust of Ibn-Gahzi he calls it, and that's when we could see it. Words cannot describe the faceless thing with a thousand maws. It roiled and bubbled, never fully revealing itself. So terrifying was its aspect that I sat as though frozen to the floor, the pen falling from my nerveless fingers. Cecil and Marion seemed as lifeless as I, while a short, sharp cry issued forth from Crawford's mouth. Robert, however, rose to his feet and before anyone could stop him, stepped forward as though to embrace our horrible guest. With its arms or appendages that seemed like arms, it took hold of poor Robert and twisted his head around as though it were a doll's head. The lifeless corpse was then thrown back in Harold's lap and that's when he began that damnable shrieking--the shrieking that hadn't stopped even after we handed him over to the sheriff's men. We still had a chance, apparently. Marion believes that if we had kept our whits about us, we could have reversed the chant and eventually forced back the creature to wherever it came from. But Crawford panicked and, mistakenly beliving it would dispel the creature, reached forward and destroyed part of the pentagram, breaking its effectiveness. Released from that binding symbol, the thing--with a screech that could have only been unholy satisfaction--fled the house, disappearing out the window as a roaring, screaming wind of boiling color. Marion believes that the thing could still be destroyed, or at least dispelled, but none of us have the stomach for such an undertaking. It is believed that the spell we cast inextricably binds the thing to the house and it is true that when we went back a few days later to retrieve our things, we heard it bumping around in the attic overhead. The warding signs carved cheerily by Marion in earlier times--happier times it seems--apparently are effective and bar the thing entry except into the attic of the house.

Drahy nasi hostia, posielam Vam menu na podakovanie za urody. Japonske vajcia Hokaidovy krem Taska z barana Jablka po zure Pridte hladny a teste sa aj na slubovanu tombolu. Tesime sa na Vas. Duri a Iva

Once Upon A Time there was a woman named Ever Hall, and a man named Laurent Adams.

Dear Siegfried Sassoon I just wanted to thank you for making me famous I wouldn't be famous if I had not met you in August 1917. Did you ever know why I wanted to write poems?, I wanted to write poems because I believed that the war was being fought for a cause and I wanted to protest and show the civilian conscience what I feel and hopeful the public will see the need for peace and negotiations with my poems, the reason I feel a mixture of anger also when writing this poems and angry at the cruelty and waste of war. Did you know when i was enlist in the army in 1915 I was thinking of running away but no I had to fight for my country and in the same year when I meet you in January 1917 I began my service on the Western Front a terrifying place and apparently after the war when I left I was diagnosed with shellshock and nobody believed me I didn’t have shellshock. Before all of this I started my poetry carrier as teenager and after that I was a teaching assistant after l leaving school I just wanted to be a teaching assistant and after that in 1913 I became a language tutor in France From Wilfred Owen Sorry this letter took so long but Wilfred Owen was killed while attempting to lead his men across the Sambre canal at Ors on 4 November 1918 at the age of 25. Can you please attend his funeral on 18 March in Oswestry, Shropshire which was where he was born.

Life has chosen us to be together <3

Vertshuset meny: Øl 2sp Middag 3sp Honningmelk 1sp Overnatting i enkeltrom 7sp

Eventyrere. Vi ber dåre vennligst å melde dere til meg så fort som mulig. Det er et viktig oppdrag. Byen og landet trenger dere. Borgermesteren

Good sir Julien, first of your name, ruler of the Cuyp-lands, master of science and dear friend, Although both the Palestian and Ukrainian unrests have mitigated, and our former friend James is finally undertaking the steps necessary in order to destroy those hysterical peasants of the Islamic State, the last few months have once again proven that this modern world is hardly functioning and in desperate need of proper and royal leadership. Peasant lands are burning, or about to be burned. Society cries for help and calls upon the old ways, that we both so rightfully defend and cherish, for solutions. With power vacuums popping up like unwanted children among the poor, the royal chances have turned and we must therefore seize this opportunity to regain control of all the peasants! Whilst these developments constantly wander my alcohol corroded mind, your recent achievements have brought a long awaited calmness. A proper scientific title was added to a long list of royal and noble ranks. Furthermore, a fresh contract was signed ensuring long term prosperity. These accomplishments have emphasized your leadership capabilities, which will most likely enable us to overthrow the peasants once and for all. In short, you, good sir, have once again proven that you are a magnificent bastard. Your endeavours must be celebrated! It is my royal duty, but my pleasure and honour above all, to ascertain that a royal Lynchfest takes place. The fest is set at October third, and my royal palace will humbly serve as decor. Peasants will amuse us, midgets will sing, our queens will jabber and we drown ourselves in the divine lemonade we came to love. Cheers. P.S. The peasant carrying this message is a gift of mine, he will serve you with the uttermost humbleness.

Bib, do you know about miracle? I just want to tell you that you are a miracle and I like believing that. One thing I will never regret is the day I am asking you, “do you want to be my girlfriend?”. Hehe. And I am so happy about how you excited and you were like, “Anak kita keriting dong..” Hahaha. Because I love you Bib. I love you so much. And I love the way you describe us as “have known each other from a long time, from the life before this”. Before I met you, I only can dream about a girl that can love me like I do, and you make my dream come true. I only can imagine to be able to experience a love like in a romantic movies, and you have given me one. And miracle happens to me. Yes, I now believes miracle exists in this world. You are the example of miracle. At least for me :) I love that we have been connected since we haven’t know each other. I love the way you improvise when i did something weird to you. The choo-choo train moves when we were in Jogja. I love that you always make time for me. I love the way your body moves when we kished. I love the way you make me laugh. I love the way you do “the jelly” I love the way you encourage me. and I love that you are mine. And I hope this will last forever. Yours, Adri Bibib. XOXO

For you, Jessica Pilmer This is my warm nd Fuzzy

My love, I am going to try my best to explain how I feel about you, it still wont conpare to how I really feel but that I just can't fully explain. But I will try my best to explain it... I Love You!. One of my favorite things about you is your eyes. They are the first thing I see. Yours eyes look into my soul and make me fall in deep love with you. Like I told you I am a sucker for brown eyes. I love the way your eyes light up when you talk or smile. And dont even get me started on you amazing smile. I absolutly adore you Jahzzel. I hear your voice and I just melt and when you laugh it just steals my heart. It's. Crazy how fast I fell for you but I know it is true that I am in Love with you. I feel it when we talk or when we skype. I look at all the pictures you sent me and I just fall deeper and deeper in love with you. Truse me my love I will not hurt you because I really do love you. I havent even met you and yet I am crazy in love with you so that shows you I love you. I don't care if we live far I will still be faithful to you and wont give up on our love. I love you so much and I want what we have to last. If you will let me then I would like to love you forever until the end of time. I want to be.the girl who stays and who will show you real love. I want to give you the love you deserve. I cant wait till I visit you and can tell you I love you in person. Will you let me love you forever babe? I promise I wont hurt you. I will love you an keep your heart safe forever. Love, Your baby girl

I do not know if your feelings are true but i do know mine are quite strong for you more an more each passing day you don't let my smile fade away I can not wait until we meet as we walk down the street the snow will fall an so will i as we go run away and hide In our cabin away from here lets only have a few more beers, well dance and sing an laugh all night, Just don't forget to hold me tight, i want your heart to show it love you were sent to me from up above. you are my stars u are my light an i hope you don't make fun of my height ^·^ ill stand upon my tippy toes to kiss you softly upon your nose

MANUAL PARA PROJETOS COMPLEXOS CADA PROBLEMA TEM MÚLTIPLAS SOLUÇÕES

....See that person, that when ever you talk to, they make you smile, For the longest while, That you find yourself daydreaming And just simply thinking About your conversation? See that person that sometimes you catch yourself thinking about, secretly grinning and sighing about, And you know without a doubt, There's nothing you can do to stop it, Because you're just that happy? You don’t know the half of it... :)

Once upon a time, there was a young and gorgeous Arab boy called Mahmarad Rahab Al Karahman. This Arab boy was not like any other Arab boy in his town of Muljah, he wanted to be something different. He wanted to se the world, to mean something. One day when he went to Malta, he ate food. And he died of food poisoning.

Do you hate me, Jacapo? Is that why you left without saying goodbye? I know I would never be enough woman for you, for I am just a child, a plain one at that. My flaws are countless, and my good traits can be count with a single hand. All I can offer you is myself, and this love that cannot be said out loud. Come back home safe to me, I will wait for you by the garden everyday. Always yours, your Farfallina.

Dearest Jacapo, It has been two days since I haven't had the pleasure of seeing you, yet it feels like you have been here all along, my bed still smells like you. I refuse to let anyone change them, at the very least until I can see you again. Our dearest brother has informed you have left to Florence on business affairs. Why didn't you came to me before leaving? I would wished you farewell, I would of loved to give you my blessing so our lord would look over you. You do think he still looks over us right? How could he possibly have anything against my love for you, my dearest Jacapo. I swear on my own life they will never be anything more pure than this I feel for you. And I don't wish to ever love anyone as I love you, I would rather be alone for the rest of my days than to do so.

15 Sept 1814 Dearest Mother, I find myself enjoying the sunshine and wishing we could be sharing it together. Spring has arrived in a flurry of bird song and frog calls, I know Father would appreciate the amphibious evening hum. Whilest I find myself idle I am far from unoccupied, I have many an engaging text to keep me amused and feel the days drifting past in quick succession. It will not be long until you hold me to your bosom once again. Your dutiful daughter, Robin

Sept 15th 1896 Darling Marcel, With every carriage in the street I imagine you are returning to me and I shall hear your voice in the hall at any moment. It would seem an age has passed since I held you in my gaze, I long to feel you close and count the moments until we shall be together once more. I know your Father desires you educated and worldly but truely Scotland would seem as though he chose the ends of the earth. I will be thinking of you every moment of every hour, come back to me soon my Darling. Your, Estelle

Lily dear, I had planned to delay the following inquiry until this evening, in hopes that time-and rigorous study of exotic martial arts-would allow you to sufficiently recuperate from my annexation of your entire weekend... But I'm too impatient to know if I can see you tomorrow. I've been wondering about it all day. Please tell me. Sorry for being insatiable when it comes to you, but I really really want to see you again soon. I'd love to start work extra early to come see you sooner in the day. What do you think? What's your schedule like this week? I feel awfully clingy saying this, but I guess it's a moment of weakness. I hope your work day is going great. Thoroughly yours, Nicholas

Dear Grandpa, Thank you for the wonderful letter! That had helped me to gain a much better understanding of the intentions God has for us. Your sermons always help me gain a better perspective on The Lord. Love, Will Tweedy

Dear Will, I know you have been questioning why Jesus said "ask and it shall be given" See here it is easy to explain. You think why would he ever say something like that when it isn't always so? Well, God has to say no for our own good, or for us to learn something important, or just to show his power. Or he's just testing ya to make sure you actually have faith in him. When He meant "ask and he shall receive" I believe it was saying don't worry, have faith and hold on to God in the good and the bad times and accept whatever happens. You should respect life for how it is, like God made it. Even if it isn't what you wanted. Jesus wasn't saying ask and you shall receive physical healing or items, but spiritual healing and faith. God meant us to ask God to help us stand the pain, not beg Him to take pain away. We can ask for the comfort and hope and patience and strength and courage, and to be gracious when things ain't goin our way. Love, Grandpa Rucker Blakeslee