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2024.11.25 16:49 AdParticular3128 This mould really comes to life with the tmnt crossover weapons
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2024.11.25 16:49 AlpacaFrog Senior separation anxiety? Toby (14)
 | In truth i dont know if he was barky and anxious when he was younger (its a complicated story) but he was ok earlier this year coming to work would bark and then settle fairly quickly. But recently hes been getting more and more barky and panicky and unable to settle and i hate it he just seems so stressed and idk what to do :( Its not safe for me to leave him at home I hust want him to be able to relax submitted by AlpacaFrog to seniordogs [link] [comments] |
2024.11.25 16:49 sertzera Accidental Deletion
So I accidently wiped a ton of now unlisted mods from my device when checking out the new ui due to the delete all icon being the same as the disable all one, is there any way to recover these or are they gone for good? Wondering as there were a few I wanted the music and wallpapers from.
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2024.11.25 16:49 Dalek619 Which pizza is better?
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2024.11.25 16:49 Possible_Source6384 Can I get into PA school?
Hello everyone! I wanted to seek some outside opinions and vent a bit. I started college in 2019 but, unfortunately, I stopped attending classes and completing my assignments. As a result, I ended that semester with F's in every class except one. This put me on a one-semester suspension, and I didn't return after that.
In 2022, I decided to go back to school and work on repairing my 0.26 GPA. I managed to raise it to a 2.02, but during the Fall semester of 2023, I began struggling with severe depression, which I allowed my grades to slip again. My semester GPA fell below 2.0, and since it was technically my second offense, I was placed on a one-year suspension. I'm set to return to school in Spring 2024, and I've already created a class schedule.
My concern is whether I will be able to get into a Physician Assistant (PA) program as I had initially planned. Currently, I have 44 credits, but I've developed a plan for the grades I need to achieve. My school allows D/F repeats, so if I stay on track, I can potentially finish my bachelor's degree with a GPA of 3.3 or higher (depending on whether I take an extra semester). However, during my appointment with my college advisor last week, she essentially told me it was pointless to keep trying for the program because the average GPA of accepted students is 3.5. But I do want to add that the minimum GPA to apply is 3.0.
The PA program I'm interested in does not require clinical hours, but their website does recommend them. I work at a doctor's office and mentioned that I would be able to shadow some physicians. My advisor dismissed this idea, saying it would also be pointless since the PA program doesn't require clinical hours.
I understand that my academic record works against me, but I've heard of others with low GPAs being accepted into programs. I believed that shadowing could enhance my application and help me stand out. I feel like my advisor has been very discouraging, and I question the accuracy of her information. She told me that the PA program starts in the fall but it literally says on their website that it starts in the Spring. I had always thought that these programs consider other factors as well, which would allow me to improve my application. Now, I’m starting to doubt myself.
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2024.11.25 16:49 TALOLOCO1976 Jordan 1 High Black Toe Reimagined LJR From Xrare
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2024.11.25 16:49 IAmTheRealDeku Delivery Extremely late. Refund not given.
 | Hello so as you can see in the screenshots this is my fourth time talking to customer service and they're all saying I have to wait till Dec 3rd till I can get my refund but in the app It told me that if the bike didn't arrive on 11/23/24 then I can get a refund on 11/24/24 but they are saying that is a automated response and that the app is lying and that I actually have to wait till Dec 3rd to get my refund. I ordered the package on 11/10/24 and original delivery date was 11/18-19/24 but never came and now there's no expected delivery date. I checked the label and it's FedEx but it only says label greated on 11/11/24 12:10 am. It says that FedEx hasn't received the package yet. Do I actually just have to wait or can I just do a charge back? I don't want the bike anymore because the delivery is extremely late and I'm sure it's never coming. I saw a great deal on a Engwe L20 2.0 for $599 40% off black Friday deal. I'm afraid that the deal will go away because black Friday deals usually only last from 21-29th. Also can I get compensated for this? Should I try contacting the company who is selling the bike? This is the first time that this has ever happened to me. Thanks 🙇 submitted by IAmTheRealDeku to amazonprime [link] [comments] |
2024.11.25 16:49 Sea_Macaron_4950 More WOLF good news
Newly appointed general counsel for Wolfspeed just bought more shares, signaling additional insider confidence about the long-term prospects for the company.
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2024.11.25 16:49 unidentified-_-rosey What is this?
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2024.11.25 16:49 TolarianCC Share The Commander Spoils with Spice8Rack, Voxy, and Tappy! | Shuffle Up And Play 65
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2024.11.25 16:49 ForeverPi The Balance of Shadows and Light
It was a cold, wet, and icy autumn day when Asgrim stood over his older brother Lodvar’s grave. Water dripped from his face, and ice froze his hair into stiff strands. His mother had tried to hold an umbrella over his head, but he had pushed her away. He wanted the cold and the misery. He wanted to feel bad.
The village of Nordhollow was small, where everyone knew everyone, and no secret stayed buried for long. The villagers had gathered in quiet solidarity, their sad faces reflecting the sorrow of loss. They all knew it had been an accident—a tragic misstep in the forest that left Lodvar dead at the base of a rocky ravine. Lodvar, the golden son of the village beloved by all.
The service was brief. No one wanted to linger in the freezing rain. By the time the last shovelful of dirt had been patted down over the grave, Asgrim was alone. His family and the villagers had left, but he remained, staring at the freshly turned earth.
After hours of contemplation, something inside him shifted. A crack formed in the icy façade of his grief, and a smile broke through. Not one of joy, but of bitter satisfaction. His brother was dead. Finally.
The Shadow of Lodvar
Lodvar had always been perfect. Strong, charismatic, and endlessly kind, he was the village’s pride and joy. Asgrim, by contrast, had lived in his brother’s shadow, constantly overlooked, his efforts dismissed. Every compliment Lodvar received was a silent reminder of Asgrim’s inadequacy.
“You should be more like your brother,” people would say, their tone well-meaning but cutting.
Asgrim’s bitterness grew over the years, a festering wound he tried to hide behind forced smiles and quiet resentment. Lodvar never seemed to notice the divide between them—or if he did, he never acknowledged it.
When Lodvar’s body was found, crumpled and lifeless in the forest, Asgrim had cried with everyone else. But deep inside, a darker part of him exhaled in relief.
The Encounter
Days after the funeral, Asgrim returned to the graveyard, drawn by a restless need. The sky was slate gray, the air heavy with impending snow. He knelt at the grave, his breath curling into the frosty air.
“Why couldn’t you just let me have one thing?” he whispered, his voice trembling. “You were always everything. And now… now you’re gone, and I’m still nothing.”
“You are wrong.”
The voice came from behind him, low and resonant. Asgrim spun around, startled, to see a cloaked figure standing at the graveyard's edge. The man’s face was obscured, but his eyes glowed faintly, like embers in a dying fire.
“Who are you?” Asgrim demanded, though his voice shook.
“I am balance,” the man said simply. He stepped forward, his boots crunching on the icy ground. In his hand, he held a small, dark stone. It seemed to absorb the light around it, its surface smooth and impossibly black.
“What do you want from me?”
“I want nothing. It is you who must choose. This stone is the Balance, the essence of both light and shadow. It will grant you power, but only if you accept the cost.”
Asgrim hesitated, staring at the stone. Something inside him, something desperate and raw, reached for it. His hand closed around the stone, and a surge of energy coursed through him.
The Stone’s Power
At first, the stone’s power seemed like a miracle. With a thought, Asgrim healed the withered oak tree in the village square, its branches suddenly heavy with golden fruit. The villagers were awed, calling it a sign of the gods’ favor.
But then the wolves came. A pack descended on the village one night, tearing through the livestock pens. No one was hurt, but the damage was devastating.
The villagers began to whisper.
“He healed the tree,” one man murmured, “but then the wolves came. Do you think…” He trailed off, the implication clear.
When Asgrim used the stone to restore the harvest, another tragedy struck. A sudden illness swept through the village, claiming two elders. Grateful murmurs turned to open suspicion.
By the time the blacksmith was found dead the day after Asgrim saved Ingrid’s son, the whispers became shouts.
Confrontation
“You’re cursed!” Bjorn, the village carpenter, shouted at Asgrim as the crowd gathered outside his door. “Every time you use your power, something terrible happens. We won’t stand for it!”
“I only wanted to help!” Asgrim cried, his voice cracking. “I didn’t mean for this to happen!”
But the villagers’ faces were hard, their fear and anger feeding one another.
“Leave us!” someone yelled.
“Take your curse and go!”
Asgrim’s heart broke as he fled the village, clutching the stone. He ran through the icy forest, the villagers’ shouts echoing in his ears. He didn’t stop until he reached the graveyard.
The Cloaked Man Returns
Kneeling at Lodvar’s grave, Asgrim wept. “I just wanted to be free of your shadow,” he whispered. “I just wanted to be something more.”
The cloaked man appeared once more, his glowing eyes unyielding.
“Do you understand now?” the man asked.
“That no matter what I do, I’ll always bring harm?”
“No,” the man said. “The stone reflects the truth within you. Your guilt, your envy, your anger—they shape its power. Balance cannot be forced; it must be lived. Only when you accept all parts of yourself can the chaos around you cease.”
Resolution
Asgrim buried the stone beneath Lodvar’s grave, pressing the soil firmly over it. For the first time in years, the storm within him began to calm.
When he returned to the village days later, the people were wary, but he spoke openly of his mistakes and the lessons he had learned. Though trust was slow to rebuild, Asgrim began to live differently. He let go of the bitterness that had poisoned him for so long, seeking balance within himself.
And in time, even shadows found their place in the light.
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2024.11.25 16:49 belaidx001 Macbook Air M1 8gb Ram and 256gb SSD for iOS development
Hello iOS developers,
I have some small tasks as a cross platform mobile developer, is the Macbook Air M1 with 8gb ram and 256gb storage SSD enough for iOS dev?
As I am on low budget I can only afford for either Macbook Air M1 or Macbook Air M2 (8gb/256 SSD).
Will I go through any struggles using this?
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2024.11.25 16:49 ventanaman The only way I could open it
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2024.11.25 16:49 Pretty-Tie3202 High risk pregnancies
Hi all! Just curious who here has a high risk pregnancy and what you’re doing (if anything) to keep an eye on things?
My daughter came 8 weeks early (spontaneous preterm labor) and I have gestational diabetes so with my history and the GD I’m considered high risk.
I guess I knew I’d be high risk but seeing it in my chart was a whole other level of confirmation lol.
For now all I know is that I’ll have an additional ultrasound at 16 weeks to measure my cervical length and I’ll be meeting with my gestational diabetes counselor every few weeks to make sure my glucose levels stay in range. Plus a daily baby aspirin to fend off potential pre-e since GD is a risk factor.
Anyone else wanna share their experience & plan? Just makes me feel better knowing I’m not alone lol.
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2024.11.25 16:49 KaleidoscopeGlum2800 Still struggling with low self esteem and self doubt
I’m a 31 (F) My whole life I have struggled with low self esteem my whole life and it feels like it’s getting worse. I have been to therapy, I have bought a ton of self help books, listened to podcasts, limited social media, tried to understand the psychology behind it but it just makes me realize it has probably stemmed from my childhood. My whole life I have been let down that I have became so hyper independent and an extreme people pleaser I feel like it’s in my DNA to automatically put peoples needs/wants in front of mine it is so hard to put myself first. I recently have seen videos on why people feel the need to always go out of their way to help others and it’s a reflection of how I wanted/want people to show up for me who haven’t. I have always felt insecure about the way I look when I was younger I had a bad under bite and cross bite even after braces I still have been insecure about it. I cringe internally when anyone compliments me. When I see photos of myself especially now that I’m getting older and question ‘is that really what I really look like”. It’s just really sad that most of my life I have struggled with this and somehow can’t combat it. Any helpful advice or suggestions I’m open for any advice
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2024.11.25 16:49 fritoscheez Briani Canini's AIRBAG 3 & APPLEWOOD CANYON
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2024.11.25 16:49 abbadabba11 Work photo
Would like to use this photo for work…
Could you clean up the shine (on nose and lips and the redness in cheeks?
Fix eyes (one is bit wonky and the lines under.
Right under lip the beard is thin on one side if it can be filled in a bit.
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2024.11.25 16:49 iifinch There are Rules to Stay Alive if You Listen to A Voice in The Rain
Can people change? Make sure you have the right answer because this is a life-or-death situation. Think about it as you hear how we met a creature named Omertà. She might still be out there, so if you meet her here and she decides you're an enemy, here's my advice:
Avoid Water. Do Not Go Outside When It Rains. Do Not Bathe. Do Not Shower. Do Not Even Drink Bottled Water.
Sorry, I guess I should be more specific here are the rules.
- Once Omertà is bound to you she can appear anywhere there’s enough water to form a hand.
- Even in public don’t drink from cups or water fountains. Suck your water from a washcloth that you pat on a faucet or lick the bottom of the faucet directly.
- Other liquids are fine. I’m unsure about sugary half-water, half Kool-Aid-type drinks.
- Avoid the rain she can change its essence at will.
- Even if it’s not raining avoid puddles. Omertà loves puddles.
- Omertà only wants you and those you love dead. Try to avoid relationships romantic or otherwise if she hates you.
- Omertà isn’t rain. She can talk through the rain. Do Not Talk Back.
Finding ten different cases of water in his attic sent my head spinning, but my body went fear-driven still. It took a minute for me to recompose myself and my hands busied themselves to get rid of the danger, the danger being the cases of water.
We warned him. His daughter warned him. Fine, don't believe me, but trust your daughter, man.
The first hours of our arrival at his home were spent warning him, calming him, searching his house, and detailing why. That same day, we tossed cups away, recycled bottles, and only used drips of faucet water to put on a washcloth to bathe.
And we lived! They all were alive when they listened to me!
That evening to keep us all from an early grave, I got to work burying the packs of water bottles. There was no need to be angry with Mr. Alan; the request did sound insane. There was a need to panic though. Mr. Alan's legendary temper wouldn't stand for a guest in his house burying his newly bought water in his backyard.
His daughter and I weren’t a couple or anything, just friends, who needed a place where we could avoid most forms of water. Mr. Alan’s home was the last option left.
Mr. Alan and Benni would be back soon. If I dug fast enough, potentially I could bury the bottles and fill the hole back without him even noticing. My arms ached at the thought—shoveling is grueling work. I considered Benni and her graciousness in convincing her dad to let me stay here. Yeah, I could do it.
Shoveling through a patch of dirt proved to be harder than you'd think. Dirt stained my clothes. My hands tore. My shoulders burned and groaned with the task, and my biceps begged for a break. It felt like the shovel itself was gaining weight. Ignoring all of this, I let the calluses form and pain reside because I really, really, really did not want to cause any more problems for Mr. Alan and Benni. The dark clouds were my only comfort in that hour—shade through the pain, I thought—but in actuality, they were heralds readying misery's reign.
It was an hour straight of grueling work to make a hole large enough to fit all ten cases inside of it. Obviously, they couldn't be poured out and risk making a God-forsaken puddle.
The sound of the door opening behind me shook me from the rhythm of my task. Mr. Alan and Benni were home. My friends describe me as shy, and they're right. So, Mr. Alan launching every four-letter word and variation of 'idiot' at me would have stopped me in the past. But the necessity of the situation made me resist this time. I never turned to face him. I just kept prepping.
"Oh, dear," Benni said. No need to look at her either. The cases needed to be buried. I hefted the first case, anxious to avoid a tear and anxious to avoid Mr. Alan.
"This is your friend, Benni. Your friend! You fix it." Benni's dad said, and he slammed the door.
I hefted another box into the hole and talked to Benni.
"Sorry about that, Benni," I said. "I know your dad can be a handful at times. I know you're scared he bought this water too."
"Nooo, Jay," she said. "He's not the handful."
"Well, I know I'm no angel, but you know what I'm doing is for our safety, y'know." I hefted a second case into its grave.
"Jay-Jay," she said. "My dad's getting real close to kicking us both out. I don't want to be homeless. Please, come inside. I'm begging you."
"Not yet."
"Now."
"No."
"Jay..." Benni's words came out slow and soft, like she was babying a child. "Omertà was our friend. I don't think she'd really hurt us."
That stopped me.
"People change," I said.
"Not that much."
"I think you'd be surprised. And anyway, anyway," it was hard to speak; exhaustion kicked in. The words got caught in my teeth. "There's a decent chance she might have always been like this."
"That wasn't what our friendship was like with Omertà, and you know it."
"Do I?"
She didn't answer.
"Jay-Jay," she said. "There's a hurricane coming. I bought those cases because we could not have access to water if this gets bad."
"Thanks to Omertà, if a hurricane gets bad enough, we're dead anyway."
Circling us, black clouds haunted the skies like vultures on a corpse.
Mr. Alan rushed outside, sidestepping his daughter, rushing to me, facing me, and swinging a large purple metallic cup in front of his face. The cup overflowed with water.
"Yes, I have water in a cup," Mr. Alan mocked. "Ooooh, scary." He took a swig. "And yes, it's a Stanley."
Guess what? He smiled. So, I smiled. I guess he was safe, and that made me happy. He frowned in surprise at me. What? Did he think I wanted to spend a day burying water bottles? I shrugged. If we were fine, I'd need to put the water bottles back in the house and start to board things up again. But first, if we were safe, I would take the warmest bath possible.
A white hand popped out of the Stanley and grabbed Mr. Alan's throat. It squeezed. Benni's dad looked at me, eyes big, scared, and wanting... I don't know.
The pale hand flicked its wrist, and Benni's dad's neck cracked. He fell with an unceremonious thud.
Dead.
His unbelieving eyes stayed open and the red, angry, pulsing, handprint on his neck looked to be the only part of him that was still alive.
But he also knocked over the Stanley Cup. The water spilled on the floor as did the hand. I leaped back to avoid it and fell into the hole and onto the bottles of water.
CRACK
CRACK
CRACK
The water bottles cracking might as well have been gunshots into my chest. Panic. My hands and feet slammed into water bottles, cracking more open. Omertà’s many hands materialized from the water, defying the logic of men, daring the brain to break into laughing and insanity at the horrifying impossibility of the matter. Scratching through our reality, one hand squeezed mine at first, not unpleasant because the calloused feminine hand breathed familiarity despite its lack of mouth. The hand clutched mine.
That hand helped me up mountains, that hand had pulled me from a stream and saved me from drowning, that hand walked with me through life when I needed a friend; a week ago, it was us against the world.
Like the saying goes: "All this hate was once love."
The hands went squeezing and scratching into me; my own ankle went cracking. Bones broke. By reflex, I reeled, destroying more water bottles, birthing more calloused, petite, and strong hands wanting to break me so that place may be my burial.
The hands blossomed from the wet dirt like flowers and demanded my death like herbicides. Longing for my death through suffocation, one worked on my neck with great success, two groped in my mouth and one kept my mouth open, while their companions dug in the earth, tossing dirt, worms, rocks, and sticks inside.
The other hands clapped for themselves as joyous as I was drooling. There was so much mass, mass, never-ending mass, only limited by their tiny hands and my assailants' need to gloat.
My eyes swelled as my past with Omertà shrunk until only this moment mattered.
Tears fell as my body was lifted, lifted as the hands that had once protected me searched under my body for more ways to torture me.
Four hands punched into my spine, hoping to break it. Powerful thumps slammed into me in a straight line up my back, weakening it with every blow. My spine giving way. My last moments would be that of a paraplegic, and that was petrifying. How long would she make me live, only able to blink?
The whirl of a chainsaw brought me from oblivion. Like a horror movie villain, Benni stood above me, and with fury she never showed before, she sliced at hands as they rose from the ground. Omertà's silver blood dripped and then poured from the hands as Benni hacked away. I sputtered and spit out all the nonsense they put in my mouth. Benni pulled me up; silver blood covered us both.
Limping together, we made it inside, but her dad's dead body did not. Instead, that great white hand of Omertà pulled it into a puddle with her. Unfortunately, Benni went back out to save the body. A valiant effort from a good daughter. But of course, it was all a setup.
"Wait, wait, wait," I mumbled, still attempting to get control of my mouth back. Benni still didn't get it. She didn't understand the limitlessness of Omertà's cruelty.
Omertà had no use for a dead body. Benni dived for the body. Omertà tossed it away and with a vice grip grabbed Benni's diving hand and pulled.
I knew Omertà was yearning to kill Benni, to drag Benni inch by inch into the puddle and into Omertà’s realm and once Benni was there she would end her life.
Benni kicked hoping for impossibility, to anchor on air. Leaping, then falling, then crawling, I reached for Benni. Her dad’s dead eyes yelled at me to save his daughter. His empty mouth hung as if anticipating another failure on my part.
Benni piece by piece disappeared in the puddle, alive and screaming loud enough to travel across worlds. Her hair vanished. Her head swallowed. Her chest chomped by the water. Her hips, owned by Omertà. Her legs leached away in a lightning flash.
Her feet were mine. I saved her. I grasped her white sneaker!
And it came off in my hand.
Benni’s whole body went through the puddle.
That was an hour ago; Omertà has tossed Benni's dead body back up to taunt me.
The sight of Benni's pale, drowned body makes me want to die. A slow, stagnant, shadowy death with meaning stripped and motion nonexistent, with starvation's gut punches killing me or dehydration's choke—whichever comes first.
Benni was the sweetest girl I knew and so hopeful. She's gone now, so I can be honest: I wanted to die of old age with her by my side. We wouldn't die peacefully; we'd die arguing and laughing and pretending we were not flirting with each other as best friends do. Our grandchildren would surround us and shrug at our love that didn't mature as our bodies did.
I wish I could wake her up and tell her how much I admired her passion for serving others, that I only send her videos when I'm beside her so I can see her smile, and that all of our friends were right—we were meant to be together. But I can't even look at her after what Omertà did.
“You’re fault,” is written in blood on Benni’s forehead. Omertà's native language wasn’t English, and didn’t bother to understand grammar. Still cruel, though. It’s amazing how much hate old friends could have. Omertà and Benni have known each other since kindergarten. I met Omertà in middle school.
If you want to know why she hates us so much that’s really where the story starts. I will tell you about how we first met.
Middle school was rough. Kids that age are either mean or sensitive; adolescence doesn't allow for an in-between. I tried to be tough; however, my teacher mocking my voice and calling me a bitch in front of everyone for complaining about another kid hitting me stretched the boundaries of my soft and doughy resilience.
Tears popped into my eyes, and awareness of how bad things could get if the other kids saw me cry caused me to flee the room. Tears still almost trickled down. A couple of kids ditching class almost saw it. The school wasn't safe. Ramming through the front doors, I burst outside and entered a storm. The wet and blurring world hid me.
Dark clouds spat on the world, maybe to the level of a hurricane. Regardless, my legs willed me forward, wandering and begging to be left alone.
Running in circles, lost in the rain, and scrambling through the streets, horns blared at me, forcing me to the sidewalks. Pedestrians pushed me to the side, searching for their shelter. And at one point, the wind even joined the barrage, lifting me and tossing me to the floor. I crawled under an awning for shelter. With only myself around, I held myself for comfort.
The cars left. The tourists evacuated. Acting as my only companion was the rain. The way it beat against the sidewalk reminded me of a punishment I knew I was sure to get at home. But at least it was finally safe to cry.
"Jay-Jay, can you come out?"
I leaped back and pushed my back against the wall. While sniffing and wiping away tears in a desperate attempt to hide that I dared to cry, I searched for the person who called my name. There was no way to tell where the sound came from.
They know my name. My parents... my parents saw me crying in public and skipping school. They'll kill me.
Steeling myself, I sucked up every tear and faced the rain. My lips curled tight in stoic resolution, and my mouth parched, dry from crying.
"Yes," I said.
"Jay-Jay," the rain said. The rain spoke to me. As the raindrops slapped on the sidewalk, it created a tune-like music but certainly not music to be clear, it was like a witch's-broom singing. Yes, I know that doesn’t make sense. She made my brain hurt at first. I had a strong feeling it was a she. She not as in wife, mother, or friend but she as in a storm-filled sea or a tiger.
"I just want to hug you," she said.
"How are you doing that?" I asked. "How are you speaking?"
"How do your lips move?"
"My brain tells my lips to move."
"Oh, what a smart boy. You were just supposed to say you don't know and I would say the same. But since you're such a smart boy, shall I tell you the truth?"
"Yes... please."
"Magic." That scared me more than anything. My religious parents taught me magic was quite real and it should be avoided at all costs. My parents had a point.
"Magic's not real," I said.
"You lie and you know it."
Tears found me again because I was a kid caught lying, and that meant punishment would follow.
"Hey, hey, hey," her droplets choired against the sidewalk. "It's okay; everyone lies sometimes. Would you like to know a secret?"
"Yes," I said.
"Everyone's lying because everyone can hear us when we speak in the rain. They just ignore us. In fact, I think you're better than them for not ignoring me. You're honest and kind."
"Yeah?"
"Yes, you heard a voice and replied. Everyone else ignores us."
"That's mean of them."
"Yes," water flooded from the sky in unprecedented amounts.
"Them being mean hurts, doesn't it?"
"So much," she crooned out, trying to control herself and failing. The rain fell in uneven bursts.
Abandoning the awning, I walked into the rain for her sake. Through her magic, the water warmed my skin like summer sunshine and tapped me into giggle-filled tickles. My need to cry left. She hummed to me, a song of her people, a low and echoing ballad. Soon, the humming was warped by words, words my mouth couldn't make. But I danced for the first time. The shy kid too afraid to speak danced alone in the rain until I was too tired to move.
Exhausted, I laid on the ground.
"Do you know why you could hear me?" the rain said, tapping my body like a little massage. "Because you're honest, you're sensitive, and that's a good thing. And you listened to your hurt, and it told you someone else was hurting, so you found me."
"Will you stay with me?" I asked.
"Forever and ever, but you just have to ask. Say my name and ask, and I'll be with you forever."
She told me her name, and then I made the worst decision of my life.
"Omertà, please stay with me forever."
The rain stopped. The world went silent around me. I was alone again.
"Hey," I asked the sky. "Come back. You said you wouldn't leave me alone. Come back."
Nothing answered me but my footsteps...
SQUISH
SQUISH
SQUISH
For the first time, I became aware of water soaking in my shoes, and embarrassed awareness froze me to my spot. My face flushed. That rain trick was another prank pulled on me. One I had fallen for wholeheartedly; this was worse than when Maggie White pretended to have a crush on me for a whole week. Just like back then, I knew someone somewhere was snickering behind my back as I talked to the rain and danced with it. My crush on Maggie ended with her telling everyone my secrets and calling me gross in front of everyone in the cafeteria. Would this be a worse conclusion?
Water leaped from the gutter across the street from me.
I jumped. It was so intense, like something thrashed and splashed in there.
"Jay-Jay," a voice said from the gutter, and I froze. No, I couldn't get pranked again. I wouldn't be fooled again.
"Jay-Jay," the voice said again.
"Leave me alone," I yelled back with all the rage a child could muster.
"Please," the voice said, "I need your help."
I groaned and relented. I stomped to the drain, and inside of it, I saw a mermaid floating and a guy and girl about my age. They would be my three best friends for years to come Little John, the now-deceased Benni, and Omertà.
Sorry, that's it for now. I'll tell you more soon. I have to go board the house up. The storm's getting worse.
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