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Smacking the shit out of The giant and THOTK with this

2023.05.28 06:35 BananaSplit2810 Smacking the shit out of The giant and THOTK with this

Smacking the shit out of The giant and THOTK with this
I am so pump up i forgot to change the mutation
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2023.05.28 06:34 bimbo_wannabe_ [I Accidentally Joined The Mafia In South Brooklyn] Chapter 5: The Dead Are Especially Nosy Down Here

[I Accidentally Joined The Mafia In South Brooklyn] Chapter 5: The Dead Are Especially Nosy Down Here
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These last few parts have taken a lot longer for me to write than I thought. A lot of shit has gone down in the last two months, and a lot of it, frankly, is kind of a blur. But I figure, if you've stuck with me this long, then you deserve to know how it all ended up so I'm going to try my best to remember every detail of what happened.
Me? I've spent every free hour I've had, just lying in bed. I've got a lot of healed wounds that still hurt me pretty damned badly.
Blood loss from multiple gunshot wounds and then drowning in the East River, dying and then being brought back while still human, incidentally, takes a lot out of a guy.
But… I'm getting way ahead of myself.
Where were we, again?
Oh yeah, that's right. The funeral without caskets, inside of a Ukrainian restaurant just off the boardwalk in Brighton Beach. That's where I left off at.
Antoni's corpse and I had spoken together for a while longer, about Beccs and their baby, actually, sitting there in the floor in front of the three empty bathroom stalls. The next moment, as usual, he was… just gone.
It took a while to slow the bleeding, and it took even longer to try and clean myself up with just hand soap and paper towels and the water from the sink. Nobody came into the bathroom again, and as I left, I saw why. There was a sign on the door that read 'Out of Order' with something printed below it in Cyrillic that I imagined probably said the same thing as the English.
My new winter coat had been left on the floor in front of the door and the Emergency Exit at the end of the hall had its alarm disabled and had been left propped open with a brick.
I took that as a clear message that they didn't want me rejoining the party, so I exited into the alley and sat on a milk crate chain-smoking until 2 PM when the funeral ended.
The weather app on my phone said it was 10 degrees outside, but oddly enough the cold air felt soothing on my bruised face. My eyes were nearly swollen shut, and every now and again I had to pull some of the toilet paper out that I'd stuffed in my pocket to wipe another trickle of blood from my nose when I sniffed a little too hard and moved the clots loose.
At 1:57, I started to hear people exiting the restaurant, so I moved onto the sidewalk to wait for Becca. The people leaving the funeral only glanced at me for a second and then looked away with a bored expression, like I wasn't even there. Finally, only Becca and Toni's immediate family were still inside.
Tatiana gave Becca a hug, Igor, a gentle handshake, and Antoni Sr. bent down, cupped his hands around Becca's face and pressed a chaste kiss to her forehead. I could see that his right hand was bandaged and he was holding it straighter than his left. Good. I hoped the fucker had broken it when he'd punched me in the jaw.
As Becca exited, I could tell she was angry even before she stomped over to me and shoved me three times in quick succession. Like Jimmy, Becca was a lot stronger than she looked, but now I knew why. I couldn't do much but ball up and take the hits.
"Where the fuck did you go? You just took off and left me there by myself. 'He wouldn't have left without saying goodbye if he had a choice.' You knew, you cocksucker, you knew, you knew he was dead!"
"Yeah, I knew! Antoni was in the news. But we gotta get the fuck out of here, Beccs, you're making a scene, another one, and I gotta get outta this neighborhood before something worse happens to me."
The high color of anger in her cheeks dropped away immediately into a pallid white. She'd been so pissed she'd never once registered the state of my face.
"Jesus Christ, Tony, what the fuck happened to you?"
"Your little Polish sausage's Daddy Dearest just beat the fuck out of me in the men's bathroom, that's what the fuck happened."
"Why would he do that?" Becca asked, but I didn't answer. She looked back to Skovorodka, following my gaze. Antoni Sr. was still standing there, just inside the front door, watching me with narrowed eyes, his hands folded neatly behind his back like a soldier at ease. It reminded me a lot of how Antoni used to stand while we were waiting for the train together.
"Fuck," she muttered, then "Shit," and grabbed me by the arm. "Come on."
"Why would he do that?" She asked me again as we climbed the stairs to the train platform.
"Antoni was Mob, Becca, Bratva. His whole goddamned family is. Him and his brothers and his father and his fucking Russian uncle, and I'd say your Mama Tatiana probably isn't in the dark about what her brother and her hubby and his sons do to make a living, either. I don't know why the Zabrowskas were on the Avenue, but suffice to say it was probably for nefarious reasons, and Jimmy found out about it and took care of business.
"Only I don't think he realized exactly who he was taking out at the time he did it, or else he never would have put the body in the River for somebody to find. And then the other three showed up to avenge their brother, only two of 'em never made it past Bianchi any farther than Antoni did."
"The fuck are you trying to say?" Her tone says she already understands just fine and doesn't want to.
"I'm saying your dear sweet Mamma killed your boyfriend, Becca. She removed all the identifying marks from his body, ate what she wanted, then pulled all his teeth out and chewed off his hands and his feet. They dumped the body in the East River and they found him about 5 days ago, floating off of Battery Park."
"Oh God. That's why. I asked Tatiana where Antoni was going to be buried and she told me in the public cemetery on Hart Island. They're not claiming the body because they don't wanna go to the cops. For the last week I been cussing him for everything he was worth, and he's been laying in the fucking morgue." She pressed her hand to her mouth, and I saw her bloodshot eyes filling with tears again.
"Please don't cry, Becca, cause I'm gonna start crying again and I've cried enough for today."
She sniffed back her tears and swallowed hard.
"But I don't understand, Tony, what the fuck does that have to do with you?"
"They knew, Beccs, they knew how the Zabrowskas died, who killed them, and they knew I helped Moretti get rid of the bodies afterwards. That's why Antoni's father went after me. The uh… the fucking Pakhan thought Jimmy sent me there to rub it in their faces that they weren't going to be able to bury any of their boys."
"How the fuck would they know that?" She barked at me.
"Somebody's feeding them information and not some asshole on the street, somebody from inside the Camorra."
"Who would do that?"
I saw her eyes darting about wildly as she tried to think of the answer to her own question.
"I don't know, uh, the driver that brought Moretti, he didn't look like he was too fond of Bianchi, maybe he's a fucking option."
"Frankie? I mean, him and Ma have never gotten along. He's never liked her and the feeling's mutual but… that doesn't make any sense, Frankie's always been loyal to the Camorra. Rossi always said he practically muttered the Omerta in his fucking sleep, that he was a soldato down to the bones."
"I have no idea, Becca, but it gets worse," I said quietly. If it didn't hurt so goddamned bad, I would've squeezed my eyes shut.
"How the fuck could it possibly get worse, Tony?"
"First you gotta promise you're not gonna hit me again."
Her hand balled into a fist, and I couldn't help but flinch.
"I'm gonna knock you the fuck out right now if you don't stop wasting my time, Cipriani."
"I sold her out, Becca. Bianchi. I told them where she lives and how to find her tonight."
"You what!?"
"I had to! He was gonna cut my fucking fingers off, and I don't know if he was going to take all four or just three but I wasn't about to fucking find out. I kind of need those fingers seeing as I'm a fucking southpaw!"
I held my left hand out to her, curled my fingers inward, but the third finger just… stayed straight. "Ah, fuck, I didn't even notice that."
"Jesus Christ, the tendon's been cut," she whispered, and when she pressed her hand to her mouth again she looked less like she was swallowing back tears and more like she was trying to swallow back vomit. I couldn't really blame her. I felt pretty nauseous myself.
"You know, I'm, I'm not worried about Ma," she said, finally. "It wouldn't be the first time somebody's tried to take her out. She's harder to kill than they think."
"Would, uh, would cutting her head off work? Cause if so I think they're already pretty aware of how to get the job done. They… they know Bianchi's not human, Becca."
Her face got paler, if that was even possible, and her eyes were the size of saucers.
"This is a goddamn nuclear disaster. Jesus fuck."
We stood the last few minutes waiting for the train in silence. As the doors slid shut and we sat down, Becca began laughing wildly.
"So you're in hysterics for real, huh?" I asked.
"You're gonna have to forgive me, I'm a little slow on the uptake today, but I just got it, Polish sausage… only, he wasn't little, you know, he was hung like a fucking horse, and it's a goddamn tragedy for women everywhere that the man isn't on this earth anymore. And he knew how to use it, too. Best sex I ever had in my life… only sex I ever had in my life, but that's not the fucking point." A short, barking sob tore out of her.
I groaned. "You know, that is way, way more information than I ever wanted to know about you and Antoni's sex life. You couldn't, uh, you couldn't let that one pass by, huh?"
"I never pass up the opportunity to make a good dick joke. And he had Good Dick."
I laughed and regretted it as it tightened muscles in my stomach that were still a little angry about being used as Antoni Sr's personal punching bag.
"Touché, Miss Rebecca, touché."
"The two-faced bastard, I gotta give the motherfucker that much, you know, it's a uniquely personal way to say Fuck You to the Underboss, getting his teenaged daughter pregnant. I am so, so goddamned tired of being a pawn in other people's games. He's lucky he's already dead or I'd kill the bitch myself," she whispered.
"It wasn't a game, Becca, what happened between you and Antoni," I whispered back. I knew because Antoni's corpse had told me as much. "Don't ask me how I know, cause I don't wanna talk about it, but it wasn't a game. You didn't know about him and he didn't know about you and it was a big, fucked up coincidence. You loved him, and he really, truly loved you... he worshiped the ground you walked on." Actually, he had said he worshiped the boots she walked in, but I figured it was a translation issue. "It was a regular old Romeo and Juliet: Brooklyn Edition."
She squeezed her eyes shut, snorted and at the same time choked on another sob.
"Yeah, but Romeo and Juliet ended in a double suicide, not a murder and a single mother." Her tiny hand went to her mouth again, and she wasn't able to hold back the tears this time. "I miss him, Tony, I miss him so fucking much."
"You know, Beccs, I miss him, too." I miss him when he was alive, not looking like a walking nightmare, and talking my goddamned ear off half the time, but I wasn't about to tell her that. "He was the first friend I made down here."
"It's fucking stupid. I still remember every single thing he said to me those first few times I met him."
"Odd as it is, I do too, Beccs. He was that kind of guy, I guess, he didn't have to work hard to make an impression on people. It was, uh, three days after I moved in, I think. I was in the basement, getting ready to do my laundry that morning, fighting with the stuck knob on that machine down at the end? And he walks in with his clothes basket balanced on his hip and reaches past me and just… turned the fucking thing, like it wasn't even stuck to begin with. 'It has an attitude, but it likes me,' he says, and I say, 'I can see that.'
"And he, he told me his name. 'Zabrowska,' he says, 'Antoni.' And I laughed and said, 'Nice to meet you, Toni, I'm Tony.' 'Really?' he says, and I say 'Yeah. Really. Antonio Alessio Gioele Cipriani, the third, if you please.'"
"Goddamn, that name is painfully Italian. No wonder you tell everybody 'Just call me Tony,'" Becca snorted.
"Thank you, Miss Rebecca, I can assure you I didn't pick it myself. But, 'Ah,' Toni says and kind of taps his hand in the center of his chest, 'Junior.' And I laughed again and said 'Our parents were goddamned creative when it came to the baby naming, right?' And he laughed, too, and shook my hand.
"And uh, a few days after that he showed up outside of my apartment and asked me if I wanted to go watch a game with him and his brothers at the sports bar down the street. It was Poland vs Korea. I still don't know shit about soccer, I've always been more of an American football kind of guy, but I did learn quite a few Polish swear words that day. Apparently they'd all bet money on the home team winning that game."
"I bet you did. Poland kept catching red cards that whole game. I bet on Korea, of course, and altogether I won 8 grand from four extremely pissed off Polish dudes when we stomped their ass all over the pitch. I had no idea how seriously the four of them took soccer. Antoni wouldn't even talk to me for three days. Probably didn't help I made an ass of myself laughing at all of them. Course, I woulda bet more if I'd known they were good for it. Dry cleaners, my ass," Becca spat.
"Well, in Antoni's defense, he probably did work at a dry cleaners like he told us, just like you work at a bodega, and Jimmy and me work at a restaurant, and Pops works at a hardware store. We all got day jobs. You know, I hate to bust your balls, Becca, but did it… never occur to you to ask Antoni if the tattoos meant something?"
"No," she said weakly. "I mean, I knew they were prison tats but Jesus Christ, half the people I know have been to prison. You've been to prison, half of my cousins have been to prison, hell, Pops has been to prison. You weren't here then, but all of 2016 to 2020 I was wearing a 'Free Rossi' t-shirt everyday, a lot of people in this neighborhood did. Ma got him off on the Murder 1 charges but numbers are numbers, and she couldn't get him out of the Tax Evasion. But I figured, if Antoni didn't wanna talk about it, then it was none of my business what had happened before we met each other."
She'd minded her own business a little too hard this time.
"What did you and Antoni talk about, Becca?"
"Everything! And anything, and nothing, all at the same time. He'd complain about living with his brothers, about Misiu always leaving hair all over the bathroom, and how Ciech always left sugar all over the kitchen counter after he made his coffee. And I'd complain about having to pick up all the empty bottles of makgeolli after my Dad in the morning. I'd help him wash all the dishes his dirty ass brothers would leave piled in the sink, and fold everybody's clothes.
"We got along well, me and Antoni, we were actually very compatible, we were both neat freaks when it came to our housekeeping. We even folded our towels the same way. And he'd bitch about how Igor could never balance the register correctly at the end of the day, and I'd bitch about how my Dad never checked our invoices correctly, and I was always having to cuss out the distribution reps for shorting us on our deliveries myself.
"And we'd watch TV together. He always made fun of me for the lame ass old Chuck Lorre sitcoms I loved to watch, and I'd make fun of him for all the stupid cop dramas he watched, every Law and Order known to man, and Blue Bloods and shit. We just… talked to each other, like we were two regular people, just living our lives. It was simple and it was easy, and it was enough, it was goddamned enough for me. Our relationship was the one normal thing I had going in my fucked up life."
She cracked at the end, sobbing brokenly. She turned her head to the side, pressed her face into my bicep as she wrapped both arms around mine. Tears filled my eyes, as well, and now I was wiping snot out of my nose as well as blood. I felt goddamned sorry for the kid, and I felt like she had a right to cry, but I had to distract her, for my own sake.
"So tell me, when was the first time you talked to Antoni? Was that the same day he asked you out?"
"No, there was some time between the two. He'd been there about a week, I guess, after they moved in. They got there back in like April. I'd fucked with him the first day, you know, asked him where the hell the accent came from, and he said Poland, and I told him welcome to America cause I felt like being a dick. And he said that he'd already been in country five years and I laughed at him and told him, goddamn, I couldn't tell cause he still sounded like he was fresh off the boat. And he got this look on his face, like he was trying to decide if he needed to be offended or not, so I told him I was just fucking with him, that he was doing better than my Mom, God rest her, cause it was seven years after she got here from Seoul before she even learned a word of English and my Dad was the one that had to teach her."
"Makes sense. I moved in in June, Toni mentioned he'd only been in the building about two months hisself."
She nodded, I could feel the movement in the sleeve of my coat where her cheek was pressed to my arm.
"Him and his brothers started coming in every day after that and you know, I kind of had my eye on him from the first time I talked to him. He was goddamn gorgeous, quite literally the walking definition of 'tall, dark, and handsome.' He had those incredibly blue eyes, and that fucking accent, man, shit put me in knots everytime he came in. I learned them all pretty quick, and Antoni was easy. He got the same thing everyday, box of Newport 100s and a pack of Russian Cream Backwoods with a large slushy. You know I gotta keep the cups behind the counter because motherfuckers'll fill it up and walk out when I get busy. I saw him when he came in, and went over to the ATM, so I had his shit sitting on the counter waiting for him."
Becca had a talent for memorizing all of the regular's orders, it wasn't unusual to see a long line of cigarettes, blunts, medicine, sometimes even crack pipes and Chore Boys, and anything else she kept behind the counter, set up neatly next to the register. She also had a talent for running both registers at the same time when the line got overly long and she was there alone. Sometimes I had no idea how she kept up with it all, but that was just Becca.
"And this drunk asshole came in, right after, he didn't even belong in the neighborhood, he stayed in Bed-Stuy, but he was with his cousin, and his cousin I knew and he was shooting me apologetic looks so I was already on guard. I was in a bad goddamn mood that day, anyway. And the drunk bitch, he walked over to the bathroom and tried to open it."
"Key's behind the counter," I said, and she nodded.
"And the key costs five dollars cause people make a fucking mess in the bathroom and I ain't cleaning that shit everyday for free. Well, drunk fuck got pissed and started talking a bunch of shit and threw his five dollars down on the counter, and you know, I can't stand that. You don't throw money at me, I ain't a goddamned stripper, you can put that shit in my hand or you can get the fuck out my store. And, I said 'Naw, son, for you it's gonna cost ten, five dollar Drunk Dick surcharge for being an asshole and cutting my line.' And the motherfucker… he called me a fucking stupid little bitch, and he told me people like me needed to be sent back to my own country."
I made a sound of disapproval, already seeing where this was headed.
"I hate that stupid shit. Where the fuck am I getting sent back to? The fucking hospital in Manhattan where I was born? Everybody in the store just kind of stopped and stood there, and dude's cousin? He just shook his head at me and walked right out the store and left him there."
"He wasn't gonna get involved, huh?" I asked.
"Fuck no. He wasn't stupid. I… uh, I was seeing red by that point so I balled up his money and I threw it across the store and told him to get the fuck out. I don't even remember half the shit I said to him, but I was yelling and he was yelling back and all of a sudden Antoni was… just there. I never even noticed him walking up. He was a big motherfucker, but goddamn he was quick and quiet when he wanted to be."
Becca laced her fingers through the fingers of my right hand and I gave them a squeeze as she readjusted her head against my shoulder. I turned mine to press a kiss to her hair. She was short enough that I didn't have to worry about bumping my nose. As I turned back, I noticed that there was a puddle of water on the seat across from us, and a pit formed in my stomach immediately. My face felt cold as the blood drained from it. The puddle of water made me more than just a little nervous to see it.
I had new enemies stacking up quick, and the last thing I needed was a pissed off, jealous ghost because his grieving fiancée was getting a little handsy with me. But… Antoni never showed himself, so I could only assume he approved of my offering her comfort in her time of need. Either that or he was waiting till I was alone to express his displeasure.
"'Is there a problem here?' was all he asked and the drunk bitch turned around and he got even more pissed. He goes 'Man, fuck you, white boy. Mind your own goddamned business.' And Antoni kind of got in his face, and goes, 'I have made it my business. She told you to leave. Either remove yourself or I will remove you.'
"And the liquor must've given him a bigger set of balls than he actually had, cause he took a swing at him. And Antoni, he just kind of… leaned back a little to avoid the swing and then leaned back in and… he knocked that bitch out cold with one punch. And then he picked him up, literally picked him up, and threw his ass out on the sidewalk, and kind of dusted his hands off afterwards."
"Well, if he's anything like his father then he could throw a hell of a right cross."
Becca laughed weakly.
"Yeah, his Dad boxes, they all did, you know, from when they were young. Antoni told me he got in his Dad's face once when he was about 16, and Old Papa Zabrowska coldcocked him in the kitchen, and when he woke up on the couch, his Dad dragged him out back in the alley and beat him bloody. Told him if his little grown ass thought he was a man, then he was grown enough to get his ass stomped like a man."
That made me feel a little better, to be honest. At least I wasn't the only one I knew who had caught an ass kicking from Antoni Sr.
"I bet he didn't talk shit to his Pops again after that, huh?"
"I asked him that exact question, he said 'Oh no, no, never again. I learned my lesson.' Toni and his brothers, though, were always getting in fights, even when I knew them. He told me it was hard on their Mama, back in Kraków, having four hormonal, teenaged boys with just shy of a year between each of them, you know cause… us fucking Roman Catholics ain't too fond of any method of contraception."
"I didn't know you was Catholic, too, B."
"Of course. Rossi is a devout Catholic, and that's how he raised me, and Nia, she's an Angel, you know, a Fallen One, that's what they call themselves, but she's even got real wings. A little more leathery and less feathery, but… same thing. She goes to Mass daily, turns out demons are actually very religious. Both of my parents were atheists, and that's how they raised me, but after some of the shit I've seen, you know, it ain't too unbelievable that there's a Big Guy upstairs."
She sniffed again, wiped at her nose and I offered her a bit of toilet paper from my pocket.
"That's how it all got started, the War in Heaven. God created Adam, the first living human body, and he told all the spirits in Heaven to kneel to him. And at least half of them weren't too fond of that idea, and the Morning Star stepped up as representative and said they wouldn't kneel to anyone but God. And they, uh, they lost the War, and He banished them all to Earth, to wander without bodies of their own while the other side got to come to Earth one at a time, to live their lives.
"But… then there was the first murder, Abel. Cain beat him to death with a rock, and the blood on the ground, the first human blood ever shed in violence, it called to God, but He wasn't the only one it called to. The blood, it gave him a way inside of a body. Lucifer. He was the First One. He's still here, you know, I've met him. He has a particular fondness for Nia, he calls her Young One, cause according to him 1607 wasn't all that long ago."
"I guess it isn't when you're that old."
"But, back to what I was saying about Toni, all of them were packed into one place together like fucking sardines, the four boys sharing one bedroom in a two bedroom apartment, and all having vastly different personalities. Tatiana is little, like me, and I don't imagine she could do much to break them up when they got to fighting about everything from who ate all the leftovers to who got the top bunks on the beds."
"Probably not," I answered.
"I mean, I could practically smell the testosterone in their fucking apartment whenever I walked in, and it was probably even worse back then. And apparently, that had been their Dad's method of keeping them from tearing up his wife's house all the time. Whenever a problem inevitably developed, he'd just take them down to the gym and throw them in the ring without any gloves and tell them to fucking handle it, and whoever was still standing at the end was the one that won the argument.
"Uh, but, uh, when Toni hit the guy, all, all I could do was stand there with my mouth hanging open like a fucking fish. I mean, I was in love, right that fucking second, standing there. The hormones were running on overdrive, my head was practically spinning with how fast all the blood rushed south, you know? Everybody was still standing there and Antoni tried to get back in line and I said, 'Uh-uh. Take your shit and go on.' And he goes," Beccs began laughing again, laughed so hard there were tears in her eyes once more.
"He goes, 'Am I in trouble?'''
I had to wrap my left arm tight around my stomach because I couldn't stop myself from laughing either. The makeshift bandage on my left hand that I'd wound out of paper towel had soaked through, I was going to have to change it soon.
"He didn't say that, Becca."
"Yes the fuck, he did. And I went, 'No, you dumbass, it's on the house, and in case I gotta translate, that means it's free. Small price to pay for a security detail.' And he just kind of blinked at me for a second, before he nodded his head and grabbed his things off the counter, went and filled his slushy up."
"You probably scared the piss out of him for that second, he probably thought he'd been found out. That's what they call it, what he was, Obshchak, Security Group."
"He stopped before he left, and told me thank you. And I said 'No, dziękuję', thank you. And then I winked at him and said 'Miłej nocy, piękna.'" She straightened up as the train began to slow for our stop.
"And what did that mean?"
"Have a good night, gorgeous." She said with a watery grin.
"Smooth, B, real smooth. Nothing quite like hitting on a man in his native language. "
"I mean, you know us, Tony, we got Southern Hospitality down here. As long as you're not an asshole, I do everything I can to make sure everyone feels welcome when they come inside. That's why there's a sign on the door that says 'DMZ.' They might have beef on the streets but don't nobody take that shit inside my store. And that means asking the Mexicans down the street if they need a bolsa, and making sure I ordered Farid's miswaks so he didn't have to walk all the way down to the Pakistani store, and sometimes it means learning a little bit of Polish so I could flirt with the new guy downstairs the next time he came in."
We exited the train, made the switch, and stood on the platform waiting for the next to take us back to Avenue U. As I glanced to the side, I could see a puddle forming on the platform next to me, drip by drip. It was already freezing around the edges. As it turned out, I wasn't the only nosy fuck around here.
"And apparently the flirting was well received by our dearly departed half-Russian friend."
"Apparently, cause about a week later I was having a busy fucking Friday night and my Dad had already gone home, and I was trying to shut her down but motherfuckers kept coming inside right up until 11. I made DeAndre from downstairs stand at the door and tell people we were closed and that he was the last customer for the night and after I rung him up I told him to flip the sign on the door and I'd lock it when I finished my cigarette count… only, I forgot to ever lock it, and DeDe's traitorous ass, he fucking set me up. He knew I had a thing for Antoni, and when he saw him coming down off the platform and rushing down the sidewalk, he let him in and told him he was the last customer for the night and to flip the sign on the door."
She closed her eyes for a moment.
"It took me… exactly 16 minutes to notice he was there. I know, cause after I was done pissing myself when I figured out I wasn't alone, the Polish smart-ass showed me his watch. He'd set a timer when he realized I wasn't paying any attention to him, and then just stood there, waiting to see how long it would take. I had my earphones in, and it took four songs," she held up her hand and ticked them off with her fingers. "'Savage Like', 'Money, Sex, Drugs', 'Proud' and 'Only.'
"I turned around and screamed like a little bitch when I saw him. And then I got pissed, cause I was embarrassed, I'd been singing along to all the songs cause I thought I was alone in the store. I started screaming at him. 'What the fuck, you can't read? The sign says Closed.' And he goes 'No, it didn't. It still said Open. I turned it myself.' I hadn't counted down my register yet, so I just went ahead and grabbed his shit and rung him up, cussing DeDe the whole time and I asked him how long he'd been standing there, and he showed me his watch. And he says, 'You shouldn't wear those, it's dangerous,' talking about my headphones, and I said, 'What are you, my fucking father?' And he got kind of a funny look on his face."
I released a weak snicker, holding my stomach tight again. I couldn't resist fucking with them both a little bit.
"He kinda had a point, Becca. Although, I can tell you he was probably less concerned about being your father and more concerned about becoming your Daddy."
"Oh, so now you got the dirty jokes," Becca said flatly.
"What can I say, B, you're a bad influence on me."
"Eh," she said after a moment, "You wouldn't be the first. You know, months later he told me that he'd stood there that long because he didn't think he'd have the nerve to ask what he wanted to ask the next time if he left, which, you know, what the fuck? What am I, scary?"
I couldn't help but laugh again.
"Yes, Becca, you are, you're fucking terrifying half the time. You might be a short fuck but dynamite comes in small packages, you know? He was probably afraid you'd tell him to suck your dick and ban him from the store for a month like every other poor motherfucker I've seen ask you out, and he probably didn't want to go through your particular brand of ridicule in front of an audience, on top of that, with all the other customers laughing him out of the store."
"It ain't my fault I'm this size," she said after a moment, shooting me a perturbed look.
"No shit, Sherlock. It's genetics."
"It ain't even that. It's the blood. I mean, my parents were both tall, you know, for Koreans, anyway, my Mom was 5'6. I probably would've been too if I'd had the chance, but, you know, the blood it… stops things. Why do you think Jimmy looks the way he does? I mean, Pops believes in 'aging gracefully,' as he says, but old Giacomino is a vain fuck, and he's got more of a taste for 'the Stuff' than Rocco ever had. He turned 65 this year, he's only two years younger than Pops, he was already 34 years old when he met Nia for the first time. He tells people he's got a good plastic surgeon, when they ask. And the same thing happened to me. My body wanted to stay 8 years old, forever.
"Rossi had to get hormones, fucking estrogen and progesterone and HGH, off the black market to force my body to start puberty and to fucking grow. It's not like we could go to a doctor and explain why I needed the prescription. I mean, these tits aren't even mine. Ma bought 'em for my sixteenth birthday so I wouldn't feel so goddamned self-conscious. Nia's not exactly flat-chested, as you know, neither was my Mom, and it kind of gave me a fucking complex when I was growing up."
"I mean, is she? I haven't really noticed," I replied, evasively.
"Yes, you have, you lying fuck. There isn't a straight or bisexual man, or a lesbian or bisexual woman for that matter, that comes within fifty feet of Appolonia Bianchi that doesn't notice all of her unnatural charms. It made for some interesting 'family' trips during the summer when we'd leave the city, lemme tell you. I asked Pops once, you know, if he ever got jealous when she'd show up with some random dick she'd run across, cause I used to think it was pretty shitty of her.
"I said she could've at least kept things on the downlow and not throw it in Rocco's face every few days. But he told me no, he loved her, he understood her nature very well and he'd accepted what she was years before I was even born, and that she loved him too, and more importantly, respected him. She always introduced the men to him because that was what he'd asked of her. That it was the one aspect of control he had in the situation, giving his 'permission' for her little liaisons. That it made him feel better to let them know they might be getting a piece, but she'd be ending every night lying in his bed, regardless of what they did."
I nodded. "I guess I can kind of see his point."
"But, the blood, that's how I ended up pregnant. I mean, I'm not a dumbass, I know how babies are made, but I wasn't worried about using condoms with Antoni, neither of us wanted to. I told him if he gave me anything I'd cut his dick off, and he knew I was serious, too, and he considered it a proportional response. I didn't even think I could get pregnant.
"I stopped the birth control when I was 16 because it was making me gain weight and my cheer coach bitched me out in front of fucking everybody, and Rossi's guy said I needed to keep taking it to keep my hormone levels even. So I told Antoni I didnt want to get into my medical history, but suffice to say I was probably fucking sterile anyway, so he didn't have to worry about it, and he told me he wasn't worried about it at all. But apparently my fucking parts work better than I thought."
"Or maybe he had some damned determined swimmers, who knows."
"I don't know why I was even concerned about not using condoms anyway. Technically we were all excommunicated as of 2014. Pope said the mafiosi lifestyle isn't compatible with the Catholic one. You know, I wonder how Antoni would feel about all this, I wonder if he'd be pissed, think I lied to him about not being able to get pregnant."
"You're just gonna have to take my word for it, B, but he's not angry in the least, he's pretty fucking proud of hisself." I'd say his chest was stuck out but he didn't have much of a chest left these days, so I just kept that part to myself. "Pretty sure he said he wasn't worried about it because he was hoping you were wrong about being sterile."
Beccs gave me a strange look but the train arrived at just that moment. The people exiting did quite a bit of staring, unlike the people leaving the funeral, but I just tucked my arm around Becca and shouldered my way past them and found us a seat. The drops of water followed us into the train.
"What's with the present tense, Tony? Is that some kind of cliche 'he's lookin' down on you' bullshit?"
I snorted and wiped the bubble of blood from my nose, staring at the puddle of water that was starting to form in the seat next to us. I could feel the cold emanating from Antoni all along my left side. Oddly enough, it was easing the intense ache in my nearly severed ring finger.
"He ain't looking down on us, B, I can tell you that much."
"So it's a Hell joke?"
"No, not really. But then again, I'm pretty sure we're all in Hell right this second, Miss Rebecca, so yes, yes it is."
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2023.05.28 06:31 FindingNo2931 Side effects might cause me to stop

I started Mounjaro about 5 weeks ago and have taken 4 shots of 2.5 mg. I’ve had some constipation. After the last two shots I’ve had fairly intense epigastric pain and sulphur burps that haven’t been resolved by Pepcid, baking soda/water or digestive enzymes. The epigastric pain lasts for 2/3 days and I can hardly eat anything during that time. Now I have a rash on my trunk that I think might be related. I looked up side effects, and rash was listed as less common. I wish I was one of the many that have no/minimal side effects. I have PCOS with insulin resistance and have lost 15 lbs and 13 inches. SW: 216.1, CW 201. It’s very difficult for me to lose otherwise, but I’m worried that the epigastric pain could be early signs of pancreatitis if I continue to take this med. Has anyone else dealt with something similar? I’m worried about regaining if I stop.
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2023.05.28 05:58 Master-Lab-5315 Need advice/inspiration!! Stuck at 498

I’ve been studying since January and have almost 400 hours into studying. I’m no where near a score I’d be happy with. I have a 4.0 and I can’t figure this test out and I’m getting frustrated. Started out my first month reading Kaplan books for content review, then bought blueprint to watch videos instead along with all the practice questions. My scores go: BP diagnostic 493, then FLs 498, 501, 496, 500, 498 and then for AAMC FLs I’ve scored 498, 498, 498 ,498 (consistent I guess). I started focusing on mainly practice questions in April and was going to test yesterday 5/26 but decided to push it back to 6/23 after my FL4. I’m stuck and don’t know how to improve my score. I’m not sure if I’m studying wrong or simply just not taking the test with the right strategy.
I decided to read through all the Kaplan books the last two weeks and now have 4 weeks left. Any advice on how to go about my studying going forward? Or any tips to overcome the negative frustration and thoughts from lack of improvement? Thanks guys!
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2023.05.28 05:54 PristineHat5583 Junko Furuta

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2023.05.28 05:47 luckycat4792 AITA for moving out of my grandparents house

I know this title seems weird out of context, but I’m going to try to be as concise as possible while describing about 2 years of events. I (20f) am working on moving out of my grandparents (71f and 80m) house, and it’s not going good. I moved in with them during COVID to help them out with things around the house and help take care of my grandfather as he has multiple health issues. Things started out fine, as I was still in high school and was able to make money tutoring via zoom. My rent was cheap at first as I wasn’t making a ton of money, I was a broke high schooler so my grandmother only expected me to pay what I could which came out to about 400 a month. However, this past year I managed to break into my dream career and now am making really good money for a 20 year old who has no degree. My career is commission based, and I pay %40 of the cost of my service to the owner of the business I work at. This means I often pull 10-15 hour days in order to make what I consider a good days pay. Here’s where things get complicated. My grandmother and I have never gotten along. I work in her words “too much for a woman” as she expects me to be home by 10pm every night or else she threatens to lock me out of the house. She has never given me keys for the house(that I pay 700 a month in rent for) because she “wants to check me when I get home” by this she means making sure I’m not intoxicated. She also has stated multiple times she does not approve of my career field as it’s “not a woman’s job”. These series of events led to stress that was causing me to lose sleep and my health to slip, which made me decide to move in with my boyfriend as it would give me a better living situation, better mentality, and allow me more business opportunities. This caused an argument between her and I as I explained to her what led to this decision. Lots of words such as ‘ungrateful’ ‘spoiled’ and ‘hopeless’ we’re thrown around. And when I came home from work last night after a 15 hour shift and I found all of my stuff thrown in what used to be my living room floor and my entire closet piled on my bed. When I asked her about this she said “I wanted to help you pack”, she went as far as to take all the toilet paper out of my bathroom as well as all my towels out of my bathroom closet and take them to hers. This all has made me very frustrated but I am trying to not let the rest of my family know how she is treating me.
Where I think I might be the asshole is I didn’t give her much notice, I told her I would be moving out in a month and I understand she is on a fixed income and my rent money allows her to do a lot of extra things for herself and I worry I am going to put her in a situation where she isn’t able to afford the extra things that make her happy. So, am I the asshole?
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2023.05.28 05:42 Extaze9616 Wisdom Teeth removal aftercare

General Information Age : 27 Sex : Male Medication : Venlafaxine XR 300 MG(2150), Amytriptiline 75m, Quetiapine 50 mg (225) Diagnosis : Mental health disorders (anxiety), Neurological disease (essential tremor, cervical dystonia)
Hey everyone, I had to get my 4 wisdom teeth pulled out on May 18th by an oral surgeon. I followed the instructions for aftercare and saw the surgeon back on May 23rd for a follow up as I still had pain aswell as a slight taste of blood in my mouth. The surgeon gave me some antibiotics but said that the 4 holes (3 wired shut) look good and there were no clear sign of infection (no pus). She told me to check my temperature and to call her back if I start a fever and we would take care of it at that point.
We are now May 27th (almost 28th) and I was starting to get better until yesterday. Surgeon said I could start to eat basically anything after 72h. I went out to eat with friends last night and started to have a lot more pain after I ate and the blood taste came back. I don't seem to be bleedimg (or very slightly) but I started to have a lot of pain in my whole jaw with pain going up to my cheekbone and I am starting to be worried a bit. Is it possible that one of the blood clot broke so I am starting to bleed again?
Should I consider calling my surgeon emergency line or just wait it out?
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2023.05.28 05:38 Huntenboy_WT Most likely a goodbye to WT...

Most likely a goodbye to WT...
So I am a 8+ year veteran of this game. I've spent over 6500 hours and spend well over $1,000 USD on premium time or vehicles. Recently my account on Playstation was hacked and they spent roughly $900 on video games and around $400 of which was War Thunder. Me and my girlfriend recently both lost our jobs after a car accident and don't have much money for video games. I called my credit card company about this and they charged back my account. Playstation then banned me for charge back. I called once and they understood and unbanned me. I then noticed a 90,000 GE negative balance on my account. I message Gaijin about this and they told me I must pay the balance before playing the game again. I reminded them that these were fraudulent purchases but no avail. I love this game and wish to play it. Maybe if this can get some outreach they may help me.
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2023.05.28 05:34 Ok_Cake9845 Need help on diagnosis . No doctor seems to have a clue

Long history short: developed ibs after amoeba infection in july 2018.
Since then tried multiple treatments: antibiotics, fodmaps, histamine intolerance, mcas, sibo( rifaximin, all kinds of herbals). Done multiple blood tests, imaging, and so forth and nothing abnormal was found- ruled out Ibd, câncer, multiple sclerosis , scleroderma, reumatoid arthritis ,and sibo.
My symptoms are gerd, lots of bloating and gas in the intestines and a lot of pain in my belly while having bowel movements . I cannot eat any kind of fiber,no legumes no vegetables, even rice destroys me . but even on a restricted diet ( low carb/ sometimes keto) I get gas and bloating and pain
I take elavil 50 mg per day, nexium 40 mg( no , ruled out also that nexium is not causing the symptom).Elavil was the only thing that kind helped with bloating and gas and stool, but it is not enough. I am miserable everyday, this disease has destroyed my life, my relationships and my future. Have gone to gastro, allergists , naturopaths, immunologists and nothing is found .
But the oddest is that when I eat a lot of candy, although I fell they I am full, my bloating goes away , the gas comes out and I do not feel the pain. This last for 5,6 hours. The other day I get cramps and bow movements, but this hours are the only time I get relief.
The only thing that is lacking is trying paleo. I just need some help. Thanks for reading it all.that means a lot
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2023.05.28 05:32 Interesting-Ask4656 My dog was attacked recently, feeling conflicted about how to move forward

Hey Advice, thanks in advance for reading this (turned out to be a long one) and for your advice! Recently, I went to visit a friend who was dog-sitting at their friend's place in town. I've got a puppy, and took him with me as he's definitely a "velcro dog", meaning his breed is one that feels more inclined to be alongside their owner most of the time. The plan was to hangout and watch an episode of a TV show we're both watching, so I figure since we'll just be couching it this should be a low key activity. When we get to the house, we entered and the dog my friend was watching (3 years old) walks up to my pup to smell him, this interaction seemed normal enough - and after that we went for a quick walk outside so the dogs could both do their business, also a very normal interaction.
When we get back to the house, both dogs are let off leash and we start setting up to watch our show. My pup goes over to the other dog's water bowl to take a drink I'm assuming (I say "assuming" because he didn't even get to that point before the incident occurred, he was only smelling the bowl at this time), when the other dog ran over and bit him on the face. This preceded no signs of angeannoyance from the other dog, no warning barks, no sign with which to warn my friend or I that this other dog would move to a violent action. My dog ran away to the corner of the room and squealed very loudly for a while, and I ran over to hold him and make sure he was okay. The bite happened very fast, I was maybe 3 feet away when this happened and my dog was at the other corner of the room before I could even process what had just happened. Following this, I took my (still screaming) dog straight to their bathroom to console him and see if there were any wounds. His face was bleeding due to a cut under his eye, and from what I could see, a tooth was dangling loose.
My friend who was dog-sitting secured the other dog in the bedroom and once that was done, I called some ER vets to see where we could take him. When we find an ER to go to, my friend comes with me to console my pup while I am driving, and she says something to the effect of "I'm surprised the other thing that happened this week wasn't so bad, and this incident was" ....................... She completely neglected to tell me that the dog she was watching had instigated aggression toward *another dog* in a public space earlier that week. Why that didn't come out until we were on the way to an ER literally because of this aggressive dog, I'll never know.
When all was said and done at the ER vet; what I thought was a small cut and a baby tooth come unloose turned out to be a deep puncture under his eye, torn gums, a cracked jaw, and multiple cracked baby teeth. All this from one quick bite really shocked me. Later that night, I asked my friend why she hadn't told me about the incident before all this happened (didn't get a great answer to that), and I also told her to have the owner reach out to me.
It's been 2 days since this incident, and I haven't got so much as a check-in text from the owner (this would be the very least amount of effort I'd expect in this situation). We've even been connected in a group chat by my friend who was dog sitting, and still no response from the dog's owner. My friend said the dog's owner is at a wedding in Portugal, but I think one would have time to check-in with me in the 48 hours that have passed since the initial incident.
Now here's where my dilemma kind of lies -- I feel it is super irresponsible of the owner to just kind of DGAF the last 2 days, in terms of this situation. I have to wonder if that irresponsibility also lies with other things, like the training/socialization of her dog (or lack thereof), and the fact that she maybe even knows about this pattern of aggressive behavior and doesn't do anything about it, just like she's chosen to be silent so far in this situation. I initially wasn't going to take any action against them besides filing a report with animal control, which I've already done. I'm not doing well financially right now and the vet bills were certainly not inexpensive, but initially asking her to pay for those bills didn't cross my mind (maybe that's just my non-confrontational side coming out). But after thinking about how negligent she's been in this situation (it doesn't take that much to send a friendly text checking in on a puppy!), and prior to that, learning that her dog attacked a different dog earlier in the week; there's a side of me that would feel validated in seeking compensation. I do also realize though that I took my puppy to her house while she was away to hang out with my friend, so I objectively hold responsibility here as well. But I also wonder if the situation was different: if owner was home, and her friend she invited over brought a puppy who tried to drink a bit of water from her dog's bowl; would the same outcome not be on the table in terms of possibilities? Just not sure if legal action feels too intense, or if I should let myself feel validated in taking that action.
TL;DR: My dog was attacked in someone else's home while my friend was dog-sitting; afterwards I learned the dog had shown aggression toward a different dog earlier in the week. The owner has not contacted me at all and isn't giving off a vibe that she cares, do I take legal action for damages? What should I definitely be doing besides filing that report?
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2023.05.28 05:23 BloodthrustSSC I've tried literally every med and nothing has helped. I give up.

I've tried literally every med available and nothing helped. I give up.
I don't know what to do man, I got official diagnosed about 3 years ago and have been testing different meds since. First it was Adderall 15mg XR, then 30mg when I didn't feel anything with the 15mg. The only thing I got for my troubles was insomnia for the first few days, a constant pressure on my chest, and a annoying lack of appetite. Then I took Vyvanse, it was more of the same, I felt nothing and the only thing different was that the side effects were more tolerable. Concerta came after that, god did I hate concerta. My brain simply didn't stop buzzing, it was as if I was listening to never ending tv static and I couldn't fall asleep until I literally collapsed from exhaustion, still no change that felt even somewhat helpful.
After concerta I thought that maybe stimulants weren't the answer, so I started taking strattera. It took about a month for me to actually begin to feel the effects of it, but for the first time I actually felt something better, not just annoying side effects, but real help, and it only got better as the dosage was increased all the way up to 80mg, which as far as I'm aware is the standard dose for an adult male. Wanna know what happened next? IT GAVE ME DEPRESSION!
It started a bit after the 6 month mark, my mood kept getting worse and worse. Every day I felt there was less and less reasons to live, every day I hated ever being born. At first I chalked it up to the stress of school simply getting to me, I was wrong. I only understood what was really happening about a month after I started thinking these thoughts, to which I immediately stopped taking the meds.
It's been two months since then, and completely disheartened I decided to try one last med, Wellbutrin, an antidepressant and off-label ADHD med that I've been taking until today. By far my least favorite of the bunch. Worst case of insomnia of all of them. And the tremors, god the tremors. My hands NEVER STOPPED SHAKING. Feels like I have parkinsons for gods sake. It's not even that high of a dose, 150 mg, and guess what? Even now I feel no beneficial change.
I understand that these meds aren't a cure, that they're only supposed to help, but I haven't felt jack. Just side effect after side effect. And I'm tired of it. Honestly I'm beginning to doubt whether or not I even actually have ADHD after the failing of all of these meds. That maybe It really is just a horrible lack of self discipline. So I'm done with meds now, honestly not really sure where to go from here, just more of the same I suppose.
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2023.05.28 05:17 fntastk Already had 3 cauterizations in 2018, got sick with a bad cold on Monday and experienced 5 nosebleeds since then. Just a little shaken up

I had a fever and bad head cold for a few days and I had to blow my nose; I tried to be gentle. Nosebleeds really haven't been an issue lately. Got through covid twice without any so I didn't put much thought into blowing my nose until this happened.
First was a small nosebleed on Tuesday, a bigger one a few hours later. Then an average one Wednesday. Woke up in the middle of the night to a bigger one. My cold was getting better so no nose blowing at all for that side of my nose since Thursday. I still had congestion to clear on the other side. Tonight after my shower that side started bleeding badly, worse one yet. Some blood and the slimy clot thing also came out of the other nostril but it stopped in under 10 minutes thankfully.
Honestly nosebleeds have not been an issue for me at all really since the cauterization but they've been creeping back up in the last year or so.
After my cauterization in 2018 (2 in left nostril, 1 in right) I didn't have a nosebleed for about 9 months. Around my college graduation in 2019 I did have a handful, I remember I was so nervous one would start during the ceremony. They were not bad, though.
Any tips? What can I do to prevent more? It seems like they just keep recurring no matter what I do.
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2023.05.28 05:16 QuietWest3764 Intense bodycam footage shows police arresting 12 year old Tulsa, Oklahoma girl for fatally stabbing 9 year old little brother. January 2023

Intense bodycam footage shows police arresting 12 year old Tulsa, Oklahoma girl for fatally stabbing 9 year old little brother. January 2023
The fatal incident occurred at an apartment in Tulsa’s downtown St. Thomas Square neighborhood just before midnight on Jan. 5, the Tulsa Police Department said. “Officers learned the children’s mother was upstairs asleep when the 12-year-old daughter woke the parent up and said that she had stabbed her 9-year-old brother,” police wrote on Jan. 6.
The footage begins with the 12-year-old girl, who is not being identified by her full name, coming down the stairs.
“I’m so sorry,” she shouts through tears. “I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry.”
Seconds later, April Lyda nearly bounds out the door, screaming and beside herself at what one child did to another.
“There’s stab wounds. In the chest,” Lyda tells her daughter, who repetitively apologizes. “You better pray to God he f–––––– lives.”
Zander Lyda was rushed to a hospital and placed into surgery but succumbed to his injuries around 2:30 a.m. the next day.
A GoFundMe for the horror-stricken family, started by a friend who considers April Lyda, her sister, offers testimony about both children.
“Her daughter was a well behaved child with no prior history of behavioral problems,” Jennifer Anthamatten wrote on the fundraiser. “Her son Zander was the sweetest boy who had the biggest smile, he loved to ride his bike, play Fortnite, hang out with his best friend or just run errands with his mom. He loved spending time with his dad & grandma, going on trips with his family, and his favorite places was sky zone, incredible pizza and the children’s museum. His favorite foods were cheese pizza, tacos and chocolate ice cream. He was a amazing son who would always do what he was told, without hesitation, he wanted to make his mom proud, he loved his sister and brother very much and he will be missed every second of every single day.”
As the footage continues, the 12-year-old girl, in handcuffs, eventually leads police to the knife used in the attack. She explains that she threw it out of her second-story window after she was done.
“You used a knife?” April Lyda asks, appearing again and raising her hands in desperation in the doorway, as her daughter explains.
“I’m so f–––––– sorry, momma,” the 12-year-old shouts in response. “I’m so sorry, I don’t know what happened.”
“I’ve gotta go with him,” the boy’s mother cries.
“I’m so sorry,” the girl says again, raising her face to the officer who has her detained. “I don’t know what the f––– happened. I don’t know what happened. I don’t know what happened.”
Asked if she has any cuts on her body, the girl replies that she does and removes her hoodie. An officer remarks that most of the cuts on her arms look old. He finds one cut, he says, that looks newer but notes that it is not bleeding before putting her hoodie back on.
In the patrol car, the girl repeatedly insists she’s going to jail and asks whether she is going to jail. An officer vacillates between consoling her by saying it’s too soon to tell and that she won’t go to jail.
“I ruined my life,” the girl says in the car. “I ruined my whole future.”
The officer tells her nothing is ruined.
“It’s all my fault,” she cries.
“It’s nobody’s fault,” the officer reassures her.
I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry, I’m going to jail for the rest of my life,” the girl whispers, crying, in prayer at one point. “And, I’m so sorry, God, please help me. What the f–––. Please. F–––––– please.”
The footage is highly edited and skips around.
“I just want to wake up from this nightmare,” she says at one point.
Despite the officer’s efforts to allay her concerns, the girl sounds convinced she will go to jail.
“I already know I’m gonna go to jail for the rest of my life,” she says, still crying. At no point does the girl explain why the stabbing occurred.
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2023.05.28 05:16 pillsandcookies Skin issue plaguing our 14 year old mixed breed doggo ☹️

We took our boy to the vet a few months ago because his fur started falling out in chunks along with super flaky skin, leaving sore red spots that sometimes bleed. He doesn’t seem to be itchy at all. First vet said it could be fungal and tested for ringworm, which was negative. Labs were drawn and everything was normal. Second vet gave us an antibiotic (cephalexin) for suspected staph infection, along with a chlorhexidine and ketoconazole. We used that with weekly baths for 3 weeks with no improvement. She then gave us ophytrium shampoo for I guess for dandruff? with still no improvement. We’re on a waitlist to be scheduled with a dermatologist but they’re already booked out until November. It’s getting worse, with these sores popping up all over the trunk of his body, his legs, chest and tail too. Any idea what it could be?? I feel so terrible for our old man, and it sucks not having anyone finding a diagnosis for it. Picture is of his tail after a bath today.
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2023.05.28 05:13 -Big-Betty- Dog is Lethargic After Having Diarrhea

I have a 13 year old female pitbull (spayed). I got her as a rescue when she was 8. She is up to date on all vaccines.
(History) A few years ago she was bleeding from her vagina, a couple years after she got spayed, so I took her to the emergency vet and they told me it was cancer and to put her down. I got a second consultation with my vet and they found she had bladder stones and put her on a special food and we've had no issues since.
She has really bad allergies and sees a specialist. The specialist has her on a steroid to help control the itch.
She takes Cosequin for her joints.
Almost every year, once a year, she gets diarrhea really bad and has to go to the vet. Normally it's because she likes to eat grass and it doesn't agree with her. A round of antidiarrhea and antibiotic and she's good to go.
(Current Issue) On Tuesday (5/22), I went out of town for work and when I came back on Wednesday, I was told that my dog had diarrhea by the people watching her starting Tuesday night. They said she didn't get into anything and they didn't feed her anything unusual. I gave her imodium to try to help but it didn't work at all. She had diarrhea continuing until Thursday but Thursday I noticed she had blood in her poop. By Thursday night, she was pretty much only pooping blood and had vomited once.
I took her to the emergency vet Thursday night and after 7 1/2 hours, they were unable to find anything wrong. They did blood work, x-ray, and fecal testing and found nothing out of the ordinary. They said she had some granular stuff in her lower intestines but it wasn't obstructing anything. They decided to treat her for the symptoms and gave her some probiotic, antibiotic, and gastroprotectant to take for the next few days. They said she was nauseous and gave her an anti-nausea shot. They also said she was dehydrated and gave her an under the skin liquid injection. When she had diarrhea, I limited her food and when we came home from the vet, I tried to give her a bland diet but she wouldn't get near it. I was able to hand feed her some dry food this morning and by this afternoon and she was super hungry, which is a great improvement over yesterday when she just barely ate the bland diet of baby food and rice.
When we got home from the vet, she was super tired and slept most of the day Friday. She was moving slow and didn't want to do anything. Today was more of the same. When I take her out she'll go pee but then she just lays in the grass and it's like pulling teeth to get her back inside. She is having trouble doing stairs and needs help going up and down stairs or getting on and off the bed. She seems better than yesterday in getting up and moving around but she's still not her normal. When she had diarrhea she was her normal active but she was going poop every two hours or so for three days. I'm not sure if there's something more seriously wrong with her or if she is just worn out from being sick. I called the emergency vet and they told me to bring her in if I'm concerned about it but they can't give medical advice over the phone. I understand that but I don't want to take her back and get her more worked up (she hates the vet and doesn't do well with other dogs) when she is just tired from her illness. She hasn't pooped since Friday morning and there was no blood in it but it was still diarrhea.
(Side note: I found a dead opposum in my yard that was missing its legs and tail, which is my dog's MO for stuffed animals. However, no one has let her out of their sight so it might not even be her but I wanted to include so as to not rule out any causes)
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2023.05.28 05:05 papipablo99 Urgent: P054B/P0015error

I’m on a road trip with my 328 x driv and about 3000 miles away from home. I got a P052A/P0012 error yesterday for the intake camshaft over retarded. Got an oil change and it went away. Oil was veryyy dirty.and about 400 miles after I have the same error but for the exhaust. Car runs fine but fuel economy is a bit higher. It’s P054B/P0015 error now. How bad is it? Could it be the Vanos solenoids? I have an 8 hour drive tomorrow. Never had trouble with the car. Any suggestions? No new noise.
Edit: it surges once when I start it for a second then it goes back to normal. No crazy shakes or anything. I used injector cleaner and Consumption is back to ok levels.
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2023.05.28 04:47 ladylara0 Basic Tips and Tricks!

Beginner Tips and Tricks!

If you are having an issue with your game and it’s not registering what you definitely just did you should get back to the main menu and then go back into the same campaign/trial you were playing. It takes 3 full seconds after it’s loaded for the changes to “kick in” and then you should see some happy screambubbles.

Always click the static blue bubbles from your citizens! (The little moving ones are unclickable!) Even if there is no exclamation point or decision to be made that bubble will give you a bit of coins to use. If you click into a decision bubble and you can't afford it at the moment you can click off of the decision screen back into your city and it will save the decision for when you want to address it again.

Completing the objectives on the left hand side are a great way to earn more coins and improve your approval rating. The top ones are more important than the bottom ones and help guide you through the beginning stages of the game and then just give you more coins when you level up or build stuff. If you have a good approval rating and don’t need any coins you won’t have any negative repercussions for not completing the objectives.

Don't be afraid to recycle the roads that are already on the map and place your own! I personally hate building on the diagonal and will avoid doing so whenever possible. But sometimes you have no other choice! No matter if you love the diagonal or not you can wipe the slate clean and make your own path. If you are playing on a touch screen or use a mouse you can swipe to select a whole section of road and it saves SO much time! Also, to build a ramp up to the next level of your map you have to have 2 clear road spaces directly infront of the edge and the area above the edge unlocked.

When you are thinking about organizing your city you should think of having zones so things are easily accessible for you. I prefer to pair my commercial zone closer to my residential zone and keeping the industrial zone farthest away because it produces pollution that can harm your citizens. Personally I like to make long rectangles for residential and commercial and squares for industrial with the civic buildings in the middle. I also like to lump together the power buildings together in one area because they can chain off of each other so you don't have to use as much road-facing space and they don’t need to be close to where they are providing power, it’s a grid! Also so you can quickly find this zone if your residents complain there isn't enough power.

When you’re in the beginning levels (under 10) I would recommend pausing right after you level up so you can address whatever needs your residents are going to immediately require. As soon as water, fire, police, etc is unlocked it’s best just to place them as soon as you get them. If a need is gone unnoticed it can tank your approval rating fast!

The number presented on the buildings in the build menu only correspond with the first level, so if you need 625 jobs but you build 2 400 job factories to satisfy them you will soon create a bubble as both of those factories will quickly grow from 800 jobs to 1600 jobs and then 2000 jobs! My personal best practice is to build the one factory and if the “scream bubbles” can’t be fulfilled before it levels up enough to satisfy the residents then I just delete the resident building that is giving me issues. You can immediately rebuild the same building but it gives you the extra time to solve the problem for them!

Get familiar with the needs of different types of residents, you can group the different rarity levels together so you only have to address the higher-end needs with the residents that will level up from those needed buildings. Same goes for Manufacturing and Commercial buildings as well!

Also get familiar with how to check on the needs of your city, check the bottom most build menu (with the residential, commercial, and manufacturing buildings) and notice on the left hand side of the screen that there are sets of numbers and they will tell you if you need more shopping/shoppers or jobs/workers. This is the place to look if you start getting "screambubbles" that your residents need work or your factory needs more workers. For other types of needs you can click into the build menu above this one, the civic menu, and there will be several filters up in the left hand corner that you can click through for each individual type of building. This is a great way to get a jump on where you may have troubles getting your buildings to level up or to plan future building expansions.

Water is not available wherever you put a water tower! There is a filter that shows where there is water available with different levels that correspond to how much water can be produced for level 1 and they grow a lot with the higher levels in the higher concentrated area. This is especially important on the Dry Stop, Dry Plains, Cactus City, and Scorpion Gulch campaign.

Every so often to level up in campaigns you will have to complete a challenge. They are pretty easy to complete but there is a trick to making it even easier! If you pan the camera completely down so that you can see almost your entire map in one view you can click on the shopping bags and shipping boxes, and the traffic jams/police/fire events in later levels too.

If you are playing on a small screen you can find different buildings in overcrowded areas by goin into the build menu for the building you’re trying to access, say an elementary school. You can go to the education tab and the scroll your map around to see where those types of buildings are, their level, and if they’re at capacity or not. This is very helpful when you are trying to upgrade bus stops, they’re so tiny!

As you continue to level up more and more so will the types of buildings that can fulfill your residents, commercial and manufacturing needs! As you start placing them make sure that you are optimizing the space that you are utilizing the maximum range that you are able to. Use one Main Fire Station and a Police Station to cover a much larger area than using several Volunteer Fire Station and Police Kiosk.

Building Specific Advice;

You may only need one or two jails for the whole map, but a whole lot more kiosks!
The Fire Dispatcher doesn’t actually provide more firefighters or firetrucks but it does extend the range of existing ones.
Research Center and Renewable Energy College are the best ways to provide technology for your Industrial buildings.
Parking lots are your friend! If you put a parking lot in range of 4 commercial or industrial buildings then you get +30 for each of them, so +120 jobs or shopping for just one level 1 square.
Some parks increase the amount of residents in nearby buildings, need for knowledge, need for technology, or they reduce pollution. Make sure you are putting the right parks in the right places and that they’re actually helping the surrounding buildings!
Place your special zones and the landmarks strategically by checking what their buffs are, if its a +20% to residency put it in the middle of a large neighborhood. If its -20% shopping you should definitely put it in a commercial zone. If you buy multiple landmarks in the store you can upgrade them when you play them in your campaign or trial.

I think that’s it for now, I hope these help you enjoy your Cityscapes experience to the max! Enjoy and Happy Gaming!
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2023.05.28 04:43 FroztyPenguin Vaginoplasty Day 6 Live Experience

Buckle in, today's blow-by-blow vaginoplasty update is long one.
I woke up early because I was excited to get the packing out. As I’m healing up and feeling better, I’m becoming more and more aware of the packing and it is uncomfortable! It’s a difficult feeling to describe, it’s just like internal pressure. It’s more painful when I stand.
The doctor came by and pulled out the catheter and the packing. The removal of the catheter felt weird, but it only took a split second for him to pull it out.
The removal of the packing went like this: he pulled off the hospital mesh panties and all the pads that were around the outside. Then he looked for the packing around my clitoris but I guess it had fallen out already. Then he reached up and the tail of the packing which is just like a gauze ribbon was sticking out of the vagina. He pulled on that and an unbelievable length of that gauze ribbon just unfurled. It was like a magician pulling handkerchiefs out of a sleeve. There were a couple of times that the packing had sort of adhered to the vaginal wall and he just pulled lightly and consistently until it came free and kept going. It smelled kind of weird (like iodine maybe?). When the packing was all pulled out, he looked for the gauze around my clitoris again but it was gone. He waited for a second to see if any of those stuck spots would cause any additional bleeding, in which case he’d just have to insert some gauze and his fingers and hold it in place for a second, but it didn’t so he didn’t.
I was scared to look at the vagina, because I thought it would be a total gore fest and I wanted to be excited about it not disgusted by it. I did look at it with a little hand mirror and was pleasantly surprised. It looked like a vagina, albeit a very swollen and bruised vagina. I couldn’t see the clitoris or the labia minora because it was so swollen, but I’m assured that they are in fact there.
No sooner did I put on new panties with a pad then I was ready to poop, as the nurse had predicted. I walked to the bathroom which was much easier now that the packing was gone and pooped. Because it was a pretty dense poop from days of not pooping, I instantly clogged the toilet. Somewhat embarrassing, but this is the real experience and everyone in the hospital has dealt with much worse than a little bit of my poop.
I wiped front to back as instructed by the occupational therapist, but my spouse (cis woman) got on my case and informed me that it isn’t enough to wipe front to back, you also need to make sure that the wipe is either folded so that there is a fresh area or get a new wipe to prevent infection. In hindsight that seems obvious and makes sense, but I’m new to this and need really clear instructions. I’m not sure why I didn’t fold it or get a new one, since that’s what I used to do when I had a penis (you know, last week) but I think I was just stressed out by the newness of the situation and the discomfort of pooping without being able to actively make the effort of pooping and sitting on the toilet for that long.
I also peed a little but t was just a dribble, so it didn’t really count for my pee-so-that-I-can-be-discharged requirement.
I got back in bed, and this was the first time that I’d been up walking when my legs didn’t shake uncontrollably when I got back to bed. It was an encouraging sign and really did show that the removal of packing made a big difference.
OT came and set up the shower. He put a glove over my hand that still had the IV in it. The plastic donut pillow was set on the shower chair with a towel over it. I was allowed to let the water hit just above my vagina and then run over it. I loved getting to shower, I was feeling very gross after nearly a week without a shower. I bled onto that towel a little bit, but only a smidge. I patted the vagina dry and I was able to actually towel off my upper body and hair. I dried while I was still sitting down, so I was able to dry my legs by just sort of lifting them up to where I could reach one at a time. OT showed me where to put bacitracin/neosporin on my groin, like between my legs and my labia majora. The incision was easy to see when I spread my legs and was more in the front rather than down under. It wasn’t as sore to spread my legs as I expected.
Then I put on loose PJ pants and a hoodie for my discharge outfit. It felt pretty great to wear pants. PT came and walked me all the way down the hallway and back, which was really unbelievable that I could go that far once the packing was out. I can’t even believe what a difference it made.
I drank so much water because I was so eager to go home that I peed like four times. Also, I pee a lot in my general life. I’m very hydrated.
Pharmacy came and gave me meds, the nurse took out my IV, Urology came through to let me ask any last questions and then I headed home. It felt weird that there wasn’t some more official “going home” stamp or announcement or something.
I have had a lot of euphoria today. I saw a camel toe in my panties. I can't stop smiling. I feel like I've got this. I can do it. I can recover and the recovery seems like it could be easier than I built it up in my head to be. The pain and discomfort of days one and two already feel like the distant past. I would do it again and make the same choice in a heartbeat.
I think this is it for my posts, because they were really just meant to fill in a gap of information that I noticed online, and I feel like I’ve seen people post about their dilation and at-home recovery experiences and the milestones they’ve hit once they’ve come home. I will post tomorrow about how I picked the program that I went to, because that’s been a frequent question from people here, but then I think that’s it from me.
Of course, as you’ve probably gotten to see, I’m an open book and I’m comfortable discussing everything, so if there are any other questions about any aspect of my transition (surgical or not) before I return to being a reddit lurker rather than an active participant, let me know.
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2023.05.28 04:38 BeautifuIBoi [Question] Is there any way to see the files of individual apps on an iPad?

Bit if an weird request here, I had a Spotify account a few years ago when I was studying abroad, but lost access to it because I used Facebook to sign in and didn’t set a password. And also because I made the mistake of settling my playlists to private and now I can’t remember my songs.
I downloaded all my songs on my iPad, I just want some way to see what they were, tbh I know nothing about jailbreak but I thought maybe jailbreak allows me to see the files of Spotify and maybe the names of each individual songs downloaded shows what they are.
After I came back i spent months trying to remember all my songs as best I can, I ended up remembering about 300 out of 400 something in total. But just the feeling of something is still missing is driving me nuts😂. I tried everything with Spotify and Facebook but because I no longer have access to the phone number I used to register Facebook with, it’s just a dead end. I even thought about hiring someone to hack my Spotify account or somethin💀💀💀
Any information would help, even just to tell me that this would never work just so that I can finally forget about this and move on😭😭😭
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2023.05.28 04:32 Sajitluver77 i (20F) think i am going to die from CHS.

I’m 5’6 and last week i weighed 120 lbs. I am now 112 after not being able to keep liquid or food down for a week. i was hospitalized 3 times and they didn’t seem impressed. gave me nausea meds that i puke. suppositories gave some relief but the vommiting spells keep happening regardless. i think i am going die because i already had internal bleeding from barfing so much and i haven’t eaten in days. i look malnourished and i feel so weak and dizzy i can’t help myself at all. i tried to stay mentally strong despite this illness making my anxiety debilitating. now i’m at the point of acceptance that i’m gonna die and there’s nothing the doctors can do to help me bc they say my vitals and x-ray look good. everyday my condition gets worse and i’m literally anorexic now. i have no idea what to do and am loosing all faith in living.
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2023.05.28 04:30 littlebitferal when to see a doctor after a head injury?

Im 23, AFAB, and I take Adderal (20mg XR and 10mg IR) daily for ADHD and narcolepsy, Lamictal (100mg) for bipolar disorder type 2, fludrocortisone for orthostatic hypotension, and Zofran (4mg sublingual) occasionally for nausea. I also just finished a five day run of prednisone for tendinitis in my elbow. I have no other medical history.
Early this morning I was doing some maintenance on one of the vehicles at my job and when I came out from underneath it, I conked my head on the corner of the side door with full force. I hit my head so hard I threw up and couldn't see or hear properly due to the tunnel/blurred vision and ringing in my ears for a solid 30 seconds. It didn't bleed much, just left small little nick in my scalp and a massive bump.
I've had two minor concussions in the past from (in my opinion) more significant mechanisms, but neither hurt like this. It's now over 12 hours later and my head still hurts like crazy.
The headache hasn't let up at all, but it does vary in intensity. The ringing in my ears has gotten worse. The light sensitivity is making my eyes hurt. I threw up again about four after I hit my head. Nonstop nausea. My neck hurts. It's made me so drowsy. I feel just... awful? Neither of my previous concussions felt like this.
What really concerns me, though, is my history of bipolar disorder because around 6 or 7 hours later, I started experiencing an... elevated mood? It's been coming ang going and I've had some very severe hypomanic episodes before and I'm worried an injury could trigger one. Can this happen? My bipolar is mostly well managed with therapy and my Lamictal prescription. I called my psychiatrist and left him a message because I really don't want to play around with any mood disturbances. I don't know when he'll get back to me though, since it is a holiday weekend. I know mood changes aren't a great sign with a head injury, but I'm chalking it up to the bipolar for now. Or maybe just bad timing.
What should I do? Is this something I could see urgent care for? Or is it okay to wait it out? How long can I expect to feel like this and is there anything I can do to help? Tylenol and ibuprofen aren't helping my headache at all. I took my Zofran for my nausea which helped a little bit. I'd give anything right now to kick this stupid headache. It feels like my eyes are going to explode.
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2023.05.28 04:30 nataliabreyer609 Just days away from reprieve and life suddenly reminds me to get fucked

The last six months have been rough. We got approved for Section 8 housing, LIHEAP, and I'm set to get a deposit from an organization to get us out of our decrepit roach infested apartment. Child support after a year is finally going after my ex. I had my first interview for the first time in 6 months and they want me for a 1 month assignment.
And then, I double check the disconnect notice. My electricity is set to be disconnected on Wednesday. I start my new WFH position on Tuesday. My new landlord wants my deposit by the end of Tuesday. So I reached out to my case worker who kinda snapped at me. She told me to refer to the 1 hour long video on how this process works. I understood the process, I just needed an update and maybe a promise to pay to the utility company and the new landlord. What do I get? Crickets. No response. Just getting hurried off the phone and my emails ignored.
And I get it, my caseworker has a load of 300-400 people. But as per the fucking video, it's my responsibility to reach out to my caseworker. I'm feeling panicky because we're so close to not having our lives suck and now I'm worried about losing everything. I can't afford our apartment. I can't afford my electric bill. I finally land a job that works with my schedule the universe tells me to just fuck off.
I'm sick to my stomach with stress.
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