The Election Shenanigans reports are coming in. Mail-in ballots torn open and found in ditches. Election machines completely or partially inoperable in half of the polling places in certain Republican areas in Arizona. Lawsuits already being pursued. Third World Countries can look to Blue States for examples of what NOT to do if they want people to trust the voting results. This is not good for the future of our Republic.
Rosalie and Rosalind were good at understanding things. They could just feel the heartbeat of a community. It was why they loved spending time with the Arnam. They were exactly who they seemed to be. Peaceful. They never “accidentally” brushed up against a pretty girl’s tatas or caboose. They were genetically designed to respect borders, including personal space. They were truly alien in a way all the girls of my hometown loved. Don’t get me wrong. We’d all grown up in maybe the best place in all the worlds. It was Heaven in every way that mattered, but even it had its devils if you looked hard enough. People that did not belong in Heaven, and who… were not kind to the angels. Now Rosalie and Rosalind were good at finding those devils.
Rosalie and Rosalind told me I had to ask Julie about the bruises on her arms. And why she wore sweaters and jeans so often. They made me promise to give her all the time she needed, and I never broke a promise I made them. So I listened to Julie’s explanations, but I didn’t believe them for a moment. I’d watched her on the beach when she was wearing considerably less. Beach volleyball was always one of my favorite sports doncha know? I knew she wasn’t that clumsy. And in time she realized I didn’t believe her. That I’d never believed her. But I was still there, waiting for the truth. That is when she told me. That was when all of our worlds changed.
I did not know it at the time, but Rosalie and Rosalind were totally at fault for me getting together with Julie. I was minding my own business, plucking the strings on my guitar, when they pointed her my way. I think they told her I needed help playing the song, or something like that. Which she did, better than me. I didn’t really know her before that you understand. I’d seen her around, at school, on the beach, and all that. And I knew what she looked like when she wore a bikini. Then she showed me she could play a guitar. I fell in love so hard that day. I played it cool of course, not admitting even to myself how bad it was, but I didn’t fool them. They knew me too well for that.
Okay, how about I take charge here and put this whole thing back on track? We’re talking about Rosalie and Rosalind, and how they grew up and how they changed me. No, random person in the back, it was NOT by telling me that I’m the father. I’m talking about Julie and Alex. You know. Taylor and Jennifer. T&J. Worlds’ famous country singers. Best singers out there in my humble opinion. Yes, I’m biased. Sue me. They were friends. Julie, Alex, Rosalie, Rosalind. A bunch of other girls too. They went to the beach every time they could get away with it. So did I, of course. A chance to see girls in bikinis? Check. A safe public space, with proper supervision? Also, check. I was all in for the flirting, and so were all the girls. It was a good life.
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