Matt Walmer Monologue

FORBIDDEN...YES PLEASE! Read it in one sitting and every page I turned made me, even more, anxious. I fell in love with Spencer the British hottie and the sweet Kat. It's packed with mesmerizing and sizzling romance in its unique way.

Inspector Male, I just wanted to reach out and let you know the amazing efforts of Andrew Crowe and Greg MacArthur on Monday December 28th. Sorry for the long winded e-mail but I think it’s necessary.

Killing must feel good to god too… he does it all the time. Without hesitation, without a scratch of a though against his head he lets it happen and he lets the action run its course again and again and again.

After having dinner, Kimber and a friend were entering their car, when two men pulled up in a stolen motorcycle. Then the driver tried to take Kimber purse, but she resisted. Suddenly the driver pulled out a .357 Magnum, shot her directly in the head. The two men fled off, leaving the purse behind. Rush to the hospital Kimber died twenty-six hours later. Hours after the murder of his daughter Mike Reynolds, went to a local radio talk station, appealing for information on the murder of his daughter. By the end of the segment, an unknown person called in and provided the name of the triggerman 25-year-old Joseph Michael Davis, currently wanted for a series of robberies and assaults. Within the week, police gunned down Joseph, the man with a series meth addiction and a long police record, as he came out of his girlfriend’s apartment

The plan is simple. I don’t see how it wasn’t, but, of course, some people disagree. Jensen and Thorn, mostly Jensen, but I can’t really blame him. He doesn’t know Scelestus City like the rest of us do. He’s being cautious and maybe overthinking things. Thinking is overrated. Thorn is only objecting because she’s being Thorn and she thinks that if we don’t think of ourselves first then we’re being just plain stupid. She doesn’t think it’s a good idea if we go after Flich and Walker.

In the past few days I have come to have a greater appreciation of Charles Scneck than I ever have before. It is hard to believe that just a few months ago I was home in Virginia with my wife, Francesca, and my newborn daughter, Claire. It is even more hard to accept that thanks to the Selective Service Act I will probably never see them again.

'Oh, please do entertain me before my death with some other person that I don't even know existed.' Despite your sarcasm, you wanted to know the meaning behind the call. A real one? Did they manage to find the animatronic? Why did this so radical phone dude had to leave all of a sudden? Honestly, you don't think that you'll be getting any answers soon, might as well stick with what you've got. 'Okay, but where is Springtrap at?' You panicked, flicking through every hall cam until you reached the vent cams, eventually finding him in CAM 15. "Haha, not today Joker." You felt triumphant after sealing the vent on him. Maybe it was your ears but you were pretty sure you heard strings of curses and yells echoing inside the dusty vents.

The following text is best read in your head, or aloud, with the accent of an Italian Mob-Lord (Or the leader of the Italian Mafia. Or not, free country.)

The average American has three square meals a day. I, on the hand, have four. They are the following: breakfast, lunch, linner, and dinner. Sometimes linner is not enough to hold me over for dinner. Especially during the summer- where the days are stretched out like a pregnant woman’s stomach. It was one boring summer day when I received the monologue that I would never forget.

Brian he sighed contentedly. The only sound in the room was our combined labored breaths and the loud hum of the air-conditioner. The room was cool, but the warmth of Brian's body felt sweltering against my already heated skin. Unfortunately for me, the euphoria of our tryst wore off way too soon. Letting my physical attraction guide my actions and over-rule my rational mind, left me confused. I couldn't help but wonder what the hell I had just done? Acting recklessly was not like me, and having sex with my ex-fiancé carried too many repercussions to count. This was the man who destroyed my faith in happily ever after not that long ago. The same man, who if I allowed him to get any closer, could somehow find a way to hurt me all over again.

Hello my name is Mark D Jack i born in 1995-11-10 I live in Los santos and I'm 20 years old. I like football, chatting with friends, I spend my life in working and playing with friends. And, other things. I don't have terrible diseases. I can run good for a long distance. I am right-handed. I can't do anything with much with my left part. I really like music! Everywhere where you see me is there music. I can't live without it. I'm actually born in England but, I came to Los Santos when I was 7 Years old. I can speak: Dutch, English, Arabian and French. My parents died in an accident with transportation. I was 15 years old when that happened. But the friend of my father helped me at that situation and carried me. Now I live alone.countries. I like making friends. How more how better and, it is because my parents died I wanted to forgot it, So I don't remember that any more and keep focussing about my life. I like almost all sports. And, I don't care if I lose or win. My goals is making fun with my friends. My friends always call me small Thob because I'm small. And the most of them are Dutch like me. I like technology much. Everything that's new

The man on the rooftop was dressed completely in black, from his shoes to the suit he was wearing under his knee-length trench coat. He glanced at his watch. 12:05. In another 10 minutes, he would be done with the deed. He turned quickly, coat flailing in the wind, and headed for the stairwell. Once inside, he grabbed his rifle, and the silencer he had recently acquired. He had been practicing his shooting for several weeks to prepare for this moment. He hurried to the window, made sure no one was watching, though being so late, who would even be looking anyway? He pulled the rifle to his shoulder and waited. Two long minutes passed before he finally saw his target. He took careful aim and squeezed the trigger. Looking through the scope, he saw the man crumple to the ground in a heap. Satisfied that his work was done, the man in black packed up his gun and left through the stairwell, sliding down the ladder to get to his car that he had left in the alley next to the building.

When the investigators arrive on scene they immediately photograph the markers that were already placed by arriving officer showing shell casings. They pay close attention to the position of the victim’s body as well as the blood on his buttocks. Having to wait on the coroner to arrive to move the body they continue with using a scanner to document the scene in order to reference back to it at a later time. One investigator stays outside while one goes inside to the victim’s room and finds a letter from a friends that states love Rob and according to the grandmother that is the victim’s friend. The outside investigator goes through the victim’s vehicle and notices some gold 13w pumps women’s shoes which suggest he may have an alternative

I stood at my window, looking out at the cruel German soldiers. The Nazis. Jews, beaten, shot, killed... for no good reason. Why the Jews? Why just them? What’s wrong with them?

On 09/15/2016, I, Chad Agnew, was working as a patrol officer for the Wichita State University Police Department, in Wichita, Sedgwick County, Kansas. At approxiametely 1412 hours I was in a meeting with Cpt. Herl in his office when I heard Officer Faison ask for another officer to his location on the radio. I got up and left Cpt. Herl's office and started running out to a patrol vehicle. I ran to vehicle 11 and got in the driver side. Officer Albert got in the front passenger side. I drove us to the physical plant where I saw Officer Faison talking to an elderly male outside of a vehicle. I exited the patrol vehicle and activated the dashcam. The male that Faison was speaking with was later identified as John Smarsh. He was very antimated and upset that he was involved in an accident. I noticed Sgt. Moyer and Officer Tener were backing up Officer Faison and it seemed to upset Smarsh more that so