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I get up at 530 every morning and sometimes drink coffee on the way to work and I notice that on days where I don’t brush by teeth after I have terrible breath. What’s in coffee that leaves such bad breath?

I lay in the bed incredulously. A corridor of light stretched diagonally across my bedroom, illuminating fragments of dust in the air and warming the tops of my legs which were uncomfortably hot underneath the heavy duvet. The light made its way across the floor and rested upon a book flung there which I can’t quite remember the name of. I just remember being frustrated with the ending. I think it might have been a Hardy novel. But that doesn’t matter. What mattered was the girl lying next to me, her recently tanned skin shining in the early morning sunlight. She lay on her stomach with her right arm bent underneath her, the curve of her breast showing above the crook of her elbow. Her naked back was entirely exposed, the curve of her spinal cord running down to where her body disappeared into the duvet. Her dark brown hair fell across her face and over her shoulders, spreading itself on the pillow. Her back rose and fell in harmony with her steady, sleeping breath and her eyelids flickered in dream. Her full pink lips were slightly parted and formed a subtle smile that I never saw when she was awake. Her shield could not be lifted; she was vulnerable to anyone and anything. That was the first morning of my life that I felt like a man and not a teenage boy. That was the morning when I realised what I wanted to do with my life. That was the morning I discovered what real love was. The very same morning after Eve Wilcox had taken my virginity.
That is the memory I always return to when thinking of Eve. I think of her sleeping next to me. I think of her as mine. But I just want to set a few things straight. I’m going to tell the story of Eve and me, maybe not in order but how I like to remember it. Whether I start with when we met or when we parted it’s all the same. It all happened.
First I’ll tell you about myself. My name is Jude Moore. My parents named me after that Beatles song (you know the one) which resulted in numerous taunting renditions of the repetitive chorus throughout my childhood and adolescence. I can’t quite say I’ve ever forgiven my parents for that. I had a pretty standard upbringing. I had a twin sister and a younger brother. My sister was 3 minutes older than me so I guess you could say that I had middle child syndrome. My brother, Michael, was always the golden child. Golden hair, golden personality, golden everything. Michael was supreme in every social sphere. Everyone loved him. He went to Oxford, graduated with a first and he now lives with his lovely family in a very nice house in Chiswick. He started earning more money than my father when he was only 26 years old. Every time Michael would speak about his job my father would sit back in his chair and stare at a chosen spot on the kitchen wall with a rehearsed look of pride that, to me, was unmistakably marred by envy. My sister, Delphine, always had her own niche wherever she went. She could always slot herself right in. When she was 10 she would sit with the girls who liked to talk about Jaqueline Wilson novels. She read them all and she would say that she was ‘method acting’ a phrase she learned from the description on the back of one of my father’s books. When she reached adolescence she had a knack for being the arty individual kid. In university she discovered her true niche and now, like Michael, she lives happily in Kent with her husband and 6 children. Yes, 6. Even though we were twins we weren’t really alike. We’ve never been alike. Mum would say that when we were toddlers we never fought over toys or anything because we simply didn’t like the same things. We had nothing in common. Maybe it’s because we’re not identical.
I suppose that I felt dwarfed by my siblings when I was young. I felt so entirely different from the rest of my family that I was sometimes uncomfortable around them. Mostly because I thought they were uncomfortable around me. My relationship with my family during my adolescence can be summed up by one event; the death of my best friend, Simon, when I was sixteen years old. He had been diagnosed with leukaemia when he was twelve but it didn’t get bad until he was around fourteen. Anyway, he died and I was very sad. His brother called me the day he died when I was with my family shopping for our Christmas tree. When we had finished speaking I put my phone in my pocket and didn’t say a word. It wasn’t until a week later when my mum opened the invitation to Simon’s funeral that they realised why I had been in such a ‘mood’ for the past few days. They sat me down in the kitchen and my dad asked me why I hadn’t told them. I didn’t have an answer for them. They said something about me being in denial which was a natural stage of grief. But that wasn’t it. I just hadn’t seen the point in telling them. They couldn’t fix it and they couldn’t have said anything to make me feel any better. Better to suffer in silence I thought.

Ok here’s the deal, I have ALOT of lucid dreams where I have telekinetic abilities, Every night. With every dream the powers get stronger, and I learn how to control them more. Well, A woman came up to me tonight (This morning at around 1:20) out of nowhere and stopped me by calling my name. I’ve never seen her before nor have I ever met her. The only thing she said to me verbatim was “You know those dreams you have where you have unimaginable abilities? It’s for a reason, they will manifest to you in this dimension sooner than you think” and she disappeared after I continued walking, she wouldn’t even reply to my questions. After I asked her “How do you know what I dream” I turned around and she was gone. Keep in mind I live in rural Yerington, Nevada and there was absolutely nowhere to go for an old woman with a limp in her left leg and being a total of probably 5 foot 5. She was walking right behind me, I asked the question turned around and she was gone. I was wondering if anybody else has ever had this happen to them? Same with the constant lucid dreams with psychokinetic abilities? Sometimes when I’m awake and I’m angry, yelling at somebody something around me would either fall or break.
You don’t have to believe me, if you’re affiliated with any kind of religion, keep your opinions to yourself. Cause quite frankly… I don’t believe your religion and you don’t believe in my lack of organized religion.
I was just wondering if anything like this has happened to anybody that can also let me know how to control this “ability” instead of it only happened when I’m under some sort of stress or anger.
Much obliged.

The movies usally air at 8 a.m. on Saturday’s. We saw an ad on thistv advertising their Saturday morning movies (Which is blacked out by the local affiliate). We are curious to what the names of the movies are? All three of them. One we all ready figured out but still not sure. One is a kids movie, but still would like to know the title, another one is a family movie & the other teen to adult movie.

i am so much depressed that he always mention me that i am fat,do dieting and go to gym,i know he is saying for my good only,but i am feeling its too much now,he is always back of me even if i eat he observes me,even if i go to gym n being good in diet he still sees me like i am some idiot cow,we are not at all happy married couple now,what to do im pcos but i have obesity problem since my childhood,all my life comments,humiliating,for my marraige i went to some slimming centres n lost weight,but it came up back again,now by his frustration i started secret eating,and i am fed up i am becoming more worse not doing diet at all,before i sleep,he says me off,and in the morning he says me ,u cant understand a simple thing that dieting and exercise works,i have a 20 months child now,he says to my daughter that im mad,he is so comfort that i will not divorce bcoz we got a child,in my community once u got a child,u should stay with hil until u die,even my dad he says try to adjust,try to become thin,im 29 he says me i m old now i cant get another man,ur out of market,he makes me feel that i m a useless stone in world,then i argues with him to make it worse first of all think of ur faults not pointing at others,he smokes,drinks,i say ok u stop smoking,i will stop eating sweets,but he says smoking is nothing he knows his limits,but i am a bullshitter that i eat sweets,in my mind every morning i think,oh today i should be good n take care of my health,i want to become thin,but n the morning itself he starts u will never change,i really want to die,but what about my child,i know i amm not fit,even if i die the next month he will try to find another wife and mom to my child(probably thin one),what to do shall i go for some surgery like stomach stiching or something,bcos he is killing me with his words,i feel now very ugly,and the more he criticize me i will more eat badfoods stop gym,i dont know food is my comfort only my friend,can u advise me to what to do plzz,or i should just die so that like me ugly creature will be no more in between beautifull people,can u advise me good easy way to die plzz..and ofcourse i AM doing in my life is bcoz he wishes ,bcoz i dont have any interest anymore i am a blank mind with just food…..

He started smoking marijuana when he was 12. But now all he do is sleep & he is getting a lot darker! He sleeps from 10 in the morning until like 9 at night! He always look drowsy & out of it.. I told my mom that I think he is doing a lot more than smoking weed. It’s even getting to the point of him stealing money from my mother & my sisters. He stays out all night & when he comes in the house he looks very drowsy & zoned out and goes straight to sleep & he sleeps all day & then he will leave out at like 9 at night! I wanted to know what drug are these symptoms affiliated with & how can I help him?