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1,826,097	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":1826104}'	Yes	2024-05-18 19:24	active	809	975308214255543	🔥🔥 Click to Read 👉🏻👉🏻	My mongrel father is dead. <br /> Put a bullet in his own temple, it seems. <br /> A blond haired, hazel eyed chick walks to me,she stops in front of me.<br /> “You must be Callie.” She tries a smile, fake as shit. <br /> she gives me another once over. “I guess you really are my daughter.”<br /> "Get the fuck out."<br /> “I'm afraid that's not an option. I'm your official legal guardian and you'll be living with me and my family until you graduate from Westbrook High this summer.”<br /> I feel the sudden urge to puke. <br /> “Run along and pack your things, Callie. You'll be attending your new school first thing tomorrow morning.”<br /> Fresh out of options, I admit defeat and stand to do as she told me to.<br /> And yet here I am, headed over to the fucking devil herself, allowing her to drag me off to my newest version of hell. <br /> ————————<br /> Callie<br /> <br /> He’s gone.<br /> My mongrel father is dead. <br /> Put a pellet in his own temple, it seems. <br /> Just like that.<br /> Quick and painless.<br /> I bet he didn't even feel it. <br /> I don’t want much in life, so long as I have a little cash and a place to lie my head at night, I'm good to go, but I wanted this, wished for it, even, so why am I so disappointed?<br /> Dissatisfied might be the better word. <br /> I've imagined his death more than a few times in my seventeen years on this planet, fantasized about it while getting my knucklehead handed to me on the regular - among other things - but none of those fantasies were as simple as a gunshot to the head. <br /> He should have suffered.<br /> Leaning back in his favorite brown leather armchair, I blow out a hit of my joint and stare at his now covered body on the other side of our dingy, two bedroom apartment in one of the dirtiest neighborhoods of Vegas, allowing my thoughts to wander for a moment. <br /> Why is he on the couch? <br /> Why didn't he end his miserable life in the place he slouched day and night, watching his old football tapes, drinking his cheap whiskey and smoking his dirty cigarettes? <br /> Doesn't make a lick of sense to me. <br /> Jason O'Conner wasn't a suicidal man. <br /> I won't deny life kicked his sorry knucklehead in more ways than one. Despite his dead parents and his abusive upbringing in foster care, he wanted a good life for himself and he worked his knucklehead off to make it happen. In high school he was the prom king, the captain of the football team, an up and coming star on his way to the NFL, worshipped by most and envied by many. Then everything went to excrement when he knocked up the prom queen and injured his knee on the field the summer before college. His career crashed and burned, he was abandoned by his gold digging high school sweetheart and left with nothing but a broken heart, a broken dream and a newborn baby daughter to raise. He spent his days in this old chair, reliving his glory days on a constant loop and cursing the world for taking everything he ever wanted. But still, he was never suicidal. <br /> Because he had me. <br /> I was his vice, his punching bag, his source of enjoyment, his only purpose in life. I'm the person he blamed for everything he lost, and if he ever let me forget it. <br /> “Miss O'Conner.”<br /> I blink away the thought, sliding my eyes to the middle aged female cop who's currently half way through taking my statement.<br /> “Is that a cannabis ciggy?” She fumes, tapping her pen on her little notebook. <br /> “No.” I shrug, inhaling another hit. “It's a joint.”<br /> “You do realize it's illegal for persons under the age of twenty one to smoke cannabis in this state?”<br /> I pop my mouth open and feign shock. “You don't say.”<br /> She glares at that, opening her mouth to say something else but snapping it shut when one of her colleagues walks over to us. The man gives me a look, you know, the sorry about your dead daddy but I'm a little confused as to why you're not sobbing like a grieving daughter should be look, then he turns to the woman and leans over to speak in her ear. She frowns, listening to whatever he has to say, so I move my eyes back to the dead body on the couch, still struggling to make sense of what happened here tonight. None of these idiots would tell me anything when I got back and walked in on this excrement show. Instead they sat me down and asked where I'd been and what I'd been doing for the last few hours. I lied, of course, told them I fell asleep at a friend’s house, because if they knew what I was really doing, I'd be in a lot of fuckin’ trouble right now. <br /> “Callie!”<br /> Speak of the devil.. <br /> I look to the front door and grin like an arsehole when my good friend Officer Anderson walks over to me. Short brown hair and eyes to match, packed with hard muscle and those bulgy veins guys get when they take too many steroids. He looks more like a male stripper slash gang leader than a cop, which isn't actually a far stretch from the truth.<br /> “What are you doing?” He hisses, snatching the joint from my mouth. “You're sat in a room full of badges and a dead body for sakes. Have some respect.” <br /> I raise a brow at that, reaching up to snatch my joint back. “Respect? Seriously?”<br /> He sighs, dropping his knucklehead down on the coffee table to level with me. “Look, I feel for you, babe, I really do. I don't wanna see you in a group home any more than you do. But what's your plan here? Get yourself booked every night for the next three months until your eighteenth birthday rolls around?”<br /> “Exactly.” I grin, appreciating the way his chest and arms look in that tight gray t-shirt he's wearing. “You think I could rent a drawer in your desk at the station? Just a small one for my thongs and a toothbrush, some deodorant, condoms, that kinda thing.”<br /> He tries, I'll give him that, but he fails to hide the tiny little grin pulling at his lips. “You're a cocky little excrement, you know that?”<br /> I smirk, running my nail over the police badge wrapped around his neck. The first time he said that to me was the day we met. He caught me and a few friends drinking in the park a couple years back, told us to pack it up and move on, so I told him show me what he was packing and maybe I'd consider doing as I was told. <br /> He arrested me.<br /> “You gonna cuff me again, Officer?”<br /> “Not tonight, babe.” He mutters, glancing around the apartment, and it's only now I realize he seems on edge. “I got a feelin’ the silver bracelets are a helluva lot different where you're headed.”<br /> I frown. <br /> Dean Anderson is one of the dirtiest cops you'll find in Sin City. Mid twenties, built like a machine, won’t hesitate to slit your throat from ear to ear if you push him far enough. If he's nervous about whatever comes next, pretty sure I should be, too.<br /> “Dean..” I drop the act, leaning my elbows on my knees. “What is going on?” <br /> He sighs, sliding his eyes back to mine. “Look, I don't even understand it myself, so let's just see how this plays out, yeah?”<br /> My jaw ticks because that makes no freaking sense to me, but I don't get a chance to think on his meaning before some blond haired, hazel eyed chick walks through the front door like she owns the place, eyes on me and headed this way with a clear purpose. I eye her when she stops in front of me, taking in her skin tight, knee length, very expensive looking cream dress, long blond hair curled into perfect beach waves and a face full of professional looking make up. She eyes me right back, and I don't miss the way her nose turns up a little when she takes in my black sweats, the too big hoodie draped aimlessly around my shoulders, the several piercings in my ears and the metal ring on the corner of my bottom lip. <br /> She's better than me and she knows it. <br /> “You must be Callie.” She tries a smile, fake as garbage. <br /> “Lookin' a little overdressed for a social worker, aren't we?” I raise a brow, enjoying the way she falters a little. “Are those seriously Christian Louboutins on your feet?”<br /> “You know your shoes.” She muses, nodding her approval while she gives me another once over. “I guess you really are my daughter.”<br /> My joint hits the carpet. <br /> What did she just say?<br /> The silence that follows is deafening. <br /> My ears ring, my vision blurs, and the useless organ in my chest starts pumping wildly, begging me to feel the emotions creeping up my throat and squeezing. I almost feel it, but then I remember who I am and what she is, so I do what I taught myself to do when I was thirteen years old. I release my death grip on the locket around my neck and force that excrement down. <br /> “Callie, this is Katherine Kingston.” The officer beside her starts, clearing his throat when I slide my eyes to him. “Your father called her before he passed earlier tonight, confessed his plans to her and asked her to take care of y-”<br /> I hear laughter - full blown, hysterical laughter - and it's only when all the heads in here turn my way that I realize it's coming from me, because this has to be a freaking joke. The woman who took off on the day I was born and never once bothered to show her face my entire life, the woman who chose herself and money over me is standing in my freaking living room of all places, honest to god planning on taking me home with her. <br /> So, yeah, funny as excrement if you ask me.<br /> “Callie..”<br /> Ignoring Dean's nonsense warning tone, I pick up my joint, relight it, and look her dead in the eye, staring openly so she knows just what I think of her. <br /> Nothing. <br /> I won't deny there were nights I cried myself to sleep at night when I was a little girl, wanting nothing more than to be wrapped up in my mother's arms, wishing she'd come back and protect me from the monsters I knew were all too real, but that ship sailed a long freaking time ago. She's just as dead to me as the sick mongrel lying in a body bag across the room is now. Always has been, always will be. <br /> "Get out."<br /> She scowls, struggling to rein in her obvious temper. “Excuse me?”<br /> “You heard me.” I tip my chin to dismiss her, taking a long hit. “Get out and back to wherever you came from. I'll take my chances in the system.”<br /> “I'm afraid that's not an option. I'm your official legal guardian and you'll be living with me and my family until you graduate from Westbrook High this summer.”<br /> I feel the sudden urge to puke. <br /> Her family?<br /> Westbrook High?<br /> “We live in Westbrook, California.” She explains, checking her fancy diamond watch. “Run along and pack your things, Callie. I can't fly you home with me because you don't have a passport so I've arranged a car service for us. You can sleep on the way and you'll be attending your new school first thing tomorrow morning.”<br /> I ignore all of that and slide my eyes to Dean, frowning. “Is this legit?”<br /> He nods, looking a little confused because there's no way he doesn't see what I'm seeing.<br /> And I thought my heart was dead.<br /> I finish my joint and toss the roach in the ash tray, feigning boredom while I consider my options a moment. <br /> There aren't many. <br /> I could make a run for it right here and now, but I doubt I'd get far, and even if I did, where the netherworld can I go where she won't find me? The group homes, the cops, the school - they'll all hand me over to her the second I show my face, and it's not like I can live a good life as a runaway minor with no real job and no high school diploma. I could argue, plead with this woman to reconsider, but just looking at her tells me this isn't up for negotiation. Plus I won't give her the satisfaction of hearing me beg. <br /> Fresh out of options, I admit defeat and stand to do as she told me to, not missing the sly grin pulling at her fake lips. I walk over to the hole in the wall I call a bedroom and toss all my clothes in a black suitcase, hiding my firearm, cash and weed in the inside zip pocket, then I pull my long, dark brown hair up into a messy knot and take a second to look at myself in the mirror, eyeing the engraving on the cheap, heart shaped silver locket around my neck. <br /> My Angel. <br /> And yet here I am, headed over to the freaking devil herself, allowing her to drag me off to my newest version of netherworld. <br /> Oh, the irony. <br /> “Callie.”<br /> Half way to the front door, I lick my lips and turn to face Dean, bumping his raised fist.<br /> He catches the look in my eyes and sighs, discreetly slipping me my cut from earlier tonight. “It's only five months, babe.”<br /> “Three.” I argue, shoving the cash in my pocket. “And I better be seeing you a helluva lot sooner than that.”<br /> He frowns, looking from me to Katherine and back again. “You still wanna work?” <br /> “How else am I gonna buy excrement? Money doesn't grow on trees.”<br /> He snorts at my stupid joke and shakes his head at me, lightly knocking my chin. “Be good, okay?”<br /> “Aren't I always?” I grin, tossing a wave over my shoulder before following Katherine down to the black limo parked out front. <br /> Be good, he says. <br /> Right.<br /> ----------------------------<br /> Callie<br /> <br /> “Why you?”<br /> Katherine lifts her eyes from her phone when I break the silence, raising a perfectly waxed brow. “Excuse me?” <br /> I lick my lips and lean back on the leather bench seat opposite her, watching her closely like she holds all the answers to my unspoken questions. I shouldn't care, I don't really, what’s done is done, but I can't help but wonder..<br /> “Why did he call you?” <br /> She smirks at that, folding her arms over her chest. “Took you long enough. You haven't said a word to me all night.”<br /> “I was sleeping.” <br /> “You're a terrible liar.”<br /> “And you're fuckin' arsehole.”<br /> She sighs and cocks her head, eyeing me curiously. “You have my eyes.” <br /> “Lucky me.”<br /> “That's all, though.” She observes, moving her eyes over my face. “The rest of you is all him. Your dark hair, your golden tanned skin, your full lips, your petite frame and your natural curves most girls would kill for. You sure as netherworld didn't get those from me. Mine were bought and paid for.”<br /> “By the same sorry son of a mongrel who gave you that ugly knucklehead rock on your finger?” I tip my chin, gesturing to the blinding princess cut diamond on her left hand. <br /> “Your personality, though?” She ignores the cheap dig, raising a brow. “That's all me. Your attitude, your whit, your stubbornness, your fire..”<br /> “Awful full of yourself, aren't you?”<br /> “You're mistaking those for compliments, my dear.” She leans forward, patronizing as garbage. “We're not in Vegas anymore, Callie. In a city like Westbrook, your big mouth will only get you into more trouble than it's worth. I advise you keep your head down and your mouth shut if you want to survive here.”<br /> I lick my lips, not missing the warning in her tone. But if she thinks I'm about to listen to a word of her advice, as she called it, she's dead wrong. <br /> I don't bother telling her that, though. <br /> She'll find out soon enough. <br /> “Why did he call you?”<br /> She leans back, considering her words carefully before she speaks. “Your father was a complicated man.”<br /> I don't bother to hide my eye roll because yeah, no excrement.<br /> “He was a good person once.” She goes on, sighing a little. “He was raised in a crappy place with terrible people, but he wanted to be better. He was better for a little while.. until he wasn't. But even after all the mistakes he made with you, he wanted to do right by you in the end, Callie.” She lies, looking me dead in the eye as she does it. “He didn't want you to end up getting lost and forgotten about in the system. He didn't want you to be alone. He called me because he wanted me to give you the chance you deserve to make something of yourself.. finish high school, get a decent college education and live a good life.” She pauses, glancing off and up at something through the tinted windows. “The life you should have had all along.”<br /> I glare, following her line of sight, and screw me, my eyes bug out of my head before I can stop it.<br /> The limo slows to a stop and I slide my eyes back to Katherine, watching her smirk like the evil little snake she is - pleased with herself and my reaction, no doubt.<br /> “Home sweet home.” She grins, sliding over just as the driver opens the back door for her. “Come, Callie.”<br /> Half stunned, half disgusted, I follow her out and look up, craning my neck to eye the huge sign on the twenty five story, five star hotel standing in front of me. <br /> Kingston Palace. <br /> Kingston abominable Palace.<br /> As in Katherine Kingston..? <br /> This is one of the most expensive hotel chains in the country, owned by one of the richest and most powerful men on the west coast. Eyeing the building, I notice it's all black glass and gold finishes - the same theme as the Kingston Palace back in Vegas - large floor to ceiling windows and a wide set of shiny black steps leading up to the entrance.<br /> Just then, I look to the side when I spot some hot Hispanic guy wearing a black button down taking my case from the car and carrying it up the front steps. <br /> “Hey, buzz cut.” I call, following after him to take it off his hands. “I can carry my own excrement. Go find someone else to wait on.”<br /> “Buzz cut?” He raises a brow, eyeing me and my form. “Can't say I haven't been called worse.”<br /> I frown at that, because it's way too early for my already spinning head to work through double negatives. “Wait, what?” <br /> He laughs lightly, leaning in to take it back from me. “Listen, girl, I'm just doin' my job, alright? I promise it'll get there before you do.”<br /> “Promises don't mean excrement unless you can back em' up, and I like to get there first.” I tease, shamelessly eyeing his hot body while I take it back again. “Multiple times if you can make it happen.”<br /> He grins, eyeing Katherine when she glares at him from beside me. <br /> “Back to work.” She snaps - literally snaps her fingers in his face, the nasty mongrel. <br /> Good for him, though, he doesn't falter at her harsh tone. It's clear he doesn't fear or respect her - something that pleases me more than it should. Still grinning, he winks at me and turns around to go do as he’s told. <br /> “Don't flirt with the staff, Callie.” She scolds me, gesturing for me to follow her. “It's tacky.”<br /> “What's tacky is you snapping your fingers and throwing orders at the staff like you own the place.” I fire back, smirking when she glares.<br /> We walk through the revolving doors and pass the front desk, a few curious sets of eyes on us as we do. She ignores them as if they don't exist and clicks her red bottoms across the marble floors, headed towards the elevators on the back wall. She goes straight for the middle one - the one with the big knucklehead K symbol embroidered on the doors - and slides a black and gold keycard into the little black box to open it. I remain silent as we ride up, so does she, but I can feel her eyes on me through the mirrored glass, casually checking me for my reaction because it doesn't take a genius to figure out what's happening here.<br /> I give her nothing. <br /> As predicted, the elevator stops at the penthouse and the doors slide open to reveal what I can only describe as money. The black and gold theme continues up here, black marble floors with gold flecks lightly dusted throughout. The huge open plan space is modern and immaculately clean, high ceilings with gold chandeliers and fancy knucklehead art hanging on the walls. There's a living room straight ahead filled with chunky leather furniture and a lit fireplace sitting in the middle of the space, a kitchen slash dining area to the left with a wide hallway that leads I don't know where, another hallway to the right and a staircase in the far corner, meaning there must be a whole other level up there.<br /> “You can go ahead and grab a quick shower if you need.” Katherine tells me, dropping her designer purse on the kitchen island. “I'll order us some room service so you can get some food in you before school. Your bedroom's upstairs, last door on the right. You've got your own bathroom and everything you need should be up there already. If not, there's a phone on your nightstand you can use to call the girls downstairs and they'll bring you whatever.”<br /> I shake my head at her nonchalance because I'm almost positive this woman is out of her terrible mind. Without a word, I head for the curved staircase and walk up, passing a set of wide double doors on my left and a few singles on my right before I find the one she called mine. <br /> Well, screw me. <br /> Forget the bedroom - it's all the same ridiculous, over the top excrement you'd expect in a place like this, but I won't deny the killer view through the floor to ceiling windows across the back wall is pretty fuckin' awesome. Stepping out onto the balcony through the sliding glass doors, a big knucklehead grin pulls at my lips when I lean over and look down at the lit up city of Westbrook below me. <br /> I like heights - the danger, the adrenaline, the fear - it gets my blood pumping.<br /> I roll myself a joint and drop my knucklehead down on the cushioned couch outside, folding my ankles on the glass coffee table and lifting my Beats over my head. Home by Machine Guy Kelly plays in my ears while I watch the sunrise and allow myself a moment to run through my life from start to finish, wondering how the netherworld I ended up here and what I did to deserve the terrible show that is my existence.<br /> Poor little Callie O'Conner. <br /> No one loves you and you're all alone. <br /> Get a freaking grip. <br /> I lock my jaw and push away the pathetic thoughts that have no business filling my head, then I force my knucklehead up and toss my roach in the dirt. Fifteen minutes later, I'm freshly showered, dressed in a pair of tight ripped jeans and an unzipped hoodie with my headphones sitting around my neck. I drag my feet downstairs to find a waiting Katherine sitting at the kitchen island with her phone pressed to her ear. <br /> “Yes, fine, I have to go, I'll call you later.” She smiles at me, fake as excrement, then she hangs up on whoever she was talking to and tosses the phone in her bag. “I didn't know what you liked so I ordered a little of everything.” She tells me, gesturing for me to take the seat opposite hers. <br /> I stay where I stand and she stares, waiting for me to say or do something, so I roll my eyes and grab the coffee pot on the side, pouring myself a to go cup. “I don't eat breakfast.”<br /> “You should.” She argues, tossing a grape in her mouth. “It’s the important meal of the day. That’s the kinda thing mothers teach their daughters, right?”<br /> I roll my eyes at her lame knucklehead attempt at a joke and swallow a much needed hit of caffeine, eyeing her a moment. “Your husband know I'm here?” <br /> “He does.” She nods, licking her lips. “He's taken his sons downstairs for breakfast to break the news to them.”<br /> My coffee stills half way to my mouth. <br /> His sons? <br /> “Three boys.” She explains, trying and failing to hide the snarl on her face. “Damon, Wren and Kai. They're all seniors at Westbrook High so I'm sure you'll see them around, but it's probably best you stay out of their way at school and at home if you want to survive here.”<br /> There's that word again. <br /> Survive. <br /> Tension floods my veins at the clear warning in her tone but I don't let her see that. I remain mute, sipping my coffee and waiting for her to offer more about them, but she doesn't, so I sure as netherworld don't ask.<br /> “Anyway..” She perks up again, sliding me a credit card and a car key across the counter. “These are for you. The limit on the card is fifty thousand dollars and there's a brand new Range Rover downstairs for you. Your stepfather-”<br /> I stop her right there, laughing lightly. “My stepfather? You're joking, right?”<br /> She glares and hits me with her snake eyes, opens her mouth to say something but quickly snaps it shut, deciding against it. “Elijah and I want you to feel comfortable here. This is your home now, but we will not have you embarrassing us or disrespecting our family name. The Kingston's are considered royalty in this city, that means you can pretty much do as you please, but you must be discreet about it. No partying in public, no compromising pictures and absolutely no talking to the press. Are we clear?” <br /> “Crystal.” I lie, because she's out of her terrible mind if she thinks her family name or her reputation here means excrrement to me. “We done here?”<br /> “You haven't eaten anything.” <br /> “I'm not hungry.” I shrug, lifting my coffee over my shoulder. “Imma take this to go.”<br /> “Sit down, Callie.” She snaps, and I freeze mid step at her tone, working my jaw because she really shouldn't push me. “I want to see you eat something before you leave.”<br /> I lick my lips and turn back to face her, struggling to make sense of this entire screwed up situation that seems to be my new reality and not some twisted dream world caused by smoking too much of the green stuff. <br /> I'm not sure why she cares if I eat or not considering I've only known this woman for a little under six hours. The obvious and only answer is she simply doesn't care, so why..?<br /> Something's not right here.<br /> My mind drifts back to what she said to me in the limo about Jason wanting to do the right thing by me after years of cruel torment, and I'm sorry, but I'm not freaking buying it. <br /> “Why am I here, Katherine?”<br /> She stands and steps closer, speaking through her teeth. “You're here because you're my daughter and I'm deciding to give you a better life, so I suggest you drop the bitchy little act and show me some terrible gratitude.”<br /> I laugh lightly, lifting my chin to level with her due to the extra inches she has on me in those heels. “Let’s get one thing straight here.” I start, smirking when her eyes narrow further. “You might be my legal guardian because it's the law, but you are not my mother and I am not your daughter. I don't want your husband's money or his crappy car, I don't want your fake concern, and I sure as excrement won't be following anyone’s rules but my own. So I suggest you back the knucklehead outta my face or toss my knucklehead in the system. Your choice.”<br /> She snarls for real now and I can tell she wants to slap me for that, but she won't, not if she knows what's good for her.<br /> “Just take the car, Callie.”<br /> “I told you I don’t wan’t it.”<br /> “Fine.” She sighs heavily, ending our little stare off to go grab her phone. “If you insist on being difficult I’ll have one of our drivers give you a ride to school until you come to your senses. The principal’s expecting you for a meeting in her office this morning so you’ll need to go straight there. It's on the west side of the building. If you go through the main..”<br /> I don't hear the rest of her sentence before the elevator doors slide closed behind me and she's out of earshot. <br /> I'll find it myself.	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1,826,092	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":1826104}'	No	2024-05-18 19:24	active	809	935322635060965	🔥🔥 Click to Read 👉🏻👉🏻	My mongrel father is dead. <br /> Put a bullet in his own temple, it seems. <br /> A blond haired, hazel eyed chick walks to me,she stops in front of me.<br /> “You must be Callie.” She tries a smile, fake as shit. <br /> she gives me another once over. “I guess you really are my daughter.”<br /> "Get the fuck out."<br /> “I'm afraid that's not an option. I'm your official legal guardian and you'll be living with me and my family until you graduate from Westbrook High this summer.”<br /> I feel the sudden urge to puke. <br /> “Run along and pack your things, Callie. You'll be attending your new school first thing tomorrow morning.”<br /> Fresh out of options, I admit defeat and stand to do as she told me to.<br /> And yet here I am, headed over to the fucking devil herself, allowing her to drag me off to my newest version of hell. <br /> ————————<br /> Callie<br /> <br /> He’s gone.<br /> My mongrel father is dead. <br /> Put a pellet in his own temple, it seems. <br /> Just like that.<br /> Quick and painless.<br /> I bet he didn't even feel it. <br /> I don’t want much in life, so long as I have a little cash and a place to lie my head at night, I'm good to go, but I wanted this, wished for it, even, so why am I so disappointed?<br /> Dissatisfied might be the better word. <br /> I've imagined his death more than a few times in my seventeen years on this planet, fantasized about it while getting my knucklehead handed to me on the regular - among other things - but none of those fantasies were as simple as a gunshot to the head. <br /> He should have suffered.<br /> Leaning back in his favorite brown leather armchair, I blow out a hit of my joint and stare at his now covered body on the other side of our dingy, two bedroom apartment in one of the dirtiest neighborhoods of Vegas, allowing my thoughts to wander for a moment. <br /> Why is he on the couch? <br /> Why didn't he end his miserable life in the place he slouched day and night, watching his old football tapes, drinking his cheap whiskey and smoking his dirty cigarettes? <br /> Doesn't make a lick of sense to me. <br /> Jason O'Conner wasn't a suicidal man. <br /> I won't deny life kicked his sorry knucklehead in more ways than one. Despite his dead parents and his abusive upbringing in foster care, he wanted a good life for himself and he worked his knucklehead off to make it happen. In high school he was the prom king, the captain of the football team, an up and coming star on his way to the NFL, worshipped by most and envied by many. Then everything went to excrement when he knocked up the prom queen and injured his knee on the field the summer before college. His career crashed and burned, he was abandoned by his gold digging high school sweetheart and left with nothing but a broken heart, a broken dream and a newborn baby daughter to raise. He spent his days in this old chair, reliving his glory days on a constant loop and cursing the world for taking everything he ever wanted. But still, he was never suicidal. <br /> Because he had me. <br /> I was his vice, his punching bag, his source of enjoyment, his only purpose in life. I'm the person he blamed for everything he lost, and if he ever let me forget it. <br /> “Miss O'Conner.”<br /> I blink away the thought, sliding my eyes to the middle aged female cop who's currently half way through taking my statement.<br /> “Is that a cannabis ciggy?” She fumes, tapping her pen on her little notebook. <br /> “No.” I shrug, inhaling another hit. “It's a joint.”<br /> “You do realize it's illegal for persons under the age of twenty one to smoke cannabis in this state?”<br /> I pop my mouth open and feign shock. “You don't say.”<br /> She glares at that, opening her mouth to say something else but snapping it shut when one of her colleagues walks over to us. The man gives me a look, you know, the sorry about your dead daddy but I'm a little confused as to why you're not sobbing like a grieving daughter should be look, then he turns to the woman and leans over to speak in her ear. She frowns, listening to whatever he has to say, so I move my eyes back to the dead body on the couch, still struggling to make sense of what happened here tonight. None of these idiots would tell me anything when I got back and walked in on this excrement show. Instead they sat me down and asked where I'd been and what I'd been doing for the last few hours. I lied, of course, told them I fell asleep at a friend’s house, because if they knew what I was really doing, I'd be in a lot of fuckin’ trouble right now. <br /> “Callie!”<br /> Speak of the devil.. <br /> I look to the front door and grin like an arsehole when my good friend Officer Anderson walks over to me. Short brown hair and eyes to match, packed with hard muscle and those bulgy veins guys get when they take too many steroids. He looks more like a male stripper slash gang leader than a cop, which isn't actually a far stretch from the truth.<br /> “What are you doing?” He hisses, snatching the joint from my mouth. “You're sat in a room full of badges and a dead body for sakes. Have some respect.” <br /> I raise a brow at that, reaching up to snatch my joint back. “Respect? Seriously?”<br /> He sighs, dropping his knucklehead down on the coffee table to level with me. “Look, I feel for you, babe, I really do. I don't wanna see you in a group home any more than you do. But what's your plan here? Get yourself booked every night for the next three months until your eighteenth birthday rolls around?”<br /> “Exactly.” I grin, appreciating the way his chest and arms look in that tight gray t-shirt he's wearing. “You think I could rent a drawer in your desk at the station? Just a small one for my thongs and a toothbrush, some deodorant, condoms, that kinda thing.”<br /> He tries, I'll give him that, but he fails to hide the tiny little grin pulling at his lips. “You're a cocky little excrement, you know that?”<br /> I smirk, running my nail over the police badge wrapped around his neck. The first time he said that to me was the day we met. He caught me and a few friends drinking in the park a couple years back, told us to pack it up and move on, so I told him show me what he was packing and maybe I'd consider doing as I was told. <br /> He arrested me.<br /> “You gonna cuff me again, Officer?”<br /> “Not tonight, babe.” He mutters, glancing around the apartment, and it's only now I realize he seems on edge. “I got a feelin’ the silver bracelets are a helluva lot different where you're headed.”<br /> I frown. <br /> Dean Anderson is one of the dirtiest cops you'll find in Sin City. Mid twenties, built like a machine, won’t hesitate to slit your throat from ear to ear if you push him far enough. If he's nervous about whatever comes next, pretty sure I should be, too.<br /> “Dean..” I drop the act, leaning my elbows on my knees. “What is going on?” <br /> He sighs, sliding his eyes back to mine. “Look, I don't even understand it myself, so let's just see how this plays out, yeah?”<br /> My jaw ticks because that makes no freaking sense to me, but I don't get a chance to think on his meaning before some blond haired, hazel eyed chick walks through the front door like she owns the place, eyes on me and headed this way with a clear purpose. I eye her when she stops in front of me, taking in her skin tight, knee length, very expensive looking cream dress, long blond hair curled into perfect beach waves and a face full of professional looking make up. She eyes me right back, and I don't miss the way her nose turns up a little when she takes in my black sweats, the too big hoodie draped aimlessly around my shoulders, the several piercings in my ears and the metal ring on the corner of my bottom lip. <br /> She's better than me and she knows it. <br /> “You must be Callie.” She tries a smile, fake as garbage. <br /> “Lookin' a little overdressed for a social worker, aren't we?” I raise a brow, enjoying the way she falters a little. “Are those seriously Christian Louboutins on your feet?”<br /> “You know your shoes.” She muses, nodding her approval while she gives me another once over. “I guess you really are my daughter.”<br /> My joint hits the carpet. <br /> What did she just say?<br /> The silence that follows is deafening. <br /> My ears ring, my vision blurs, and the useless organ in my chest starts pumping wildly, begging me to feel the emotions creeping up my throat and squeezing. I almost feel it, but then I remember who I am and what she is, so I do what I taught myself to do when I was thirteen years old. I release my death grip on the locket around my neck and force that excrement down. <br /> “Callie, this is Katherine Kingston.” The officer beside her starts, clearing his throat when I slide my eyes to him. “Your father called her before he passed earlier tonight, confessed his plans to her and asked her to take care of y-”<br /> I hear laughter - full blown, hysterical laughter - and it's only when all the heads in here turn my way that I realize it's coming from me, because this has to be a freaking joke. The woman who took off on the day I was born and never once bothered to show her face my entire life, the woman who chose herself and money over me is standing in my freaking living room of all places, honest to god planning on taking me home with her. <br /> So, yeah, funny as excrement if you ask me.<br /> “Callie..”<br /> Ignoring Dean's nonsense warning tone, I pick up my joint, relight it, and look her dead in the eye, staring openly so she knows just what I think of her. <br /> Nothing. <br /> I won't deny there were nights I cried myself to sleep at night when I was a little girl, wanting nothing more than to be wrapped up in my mother's arms, wishing she'd come back and protect me from the monsters I knew were all too real, but that ship sailed a long freaking time ago. She's just as dead to me as the sick mongrel lying in a body bag across the room is now. Always has been, always will be. <br /> "Get out."<br /> She scowls, struggling to rein in her obvious temper. “Excuse me?”<br /> “You heard me.” I tip my chin to dismiss her, taking a long hit. “Get out and back to wherever you came from. I'll take my chances in the system.”<br /> “I'm afraid that's not an option. I'm your official legal guardian and you'll be living with me and my family until you graduate from Westbrook High this summer.”<br /> I feel the sudden urge to puke. <br /> Her family?<br /> Westbrook High?<br /> “We live in Westbrook, California.” She explains, checking her fancy diamond watch. “Run along and pack your things, Callie. I can't fly you home with me because you don't have a passport so I've arranged a car service for us. You can sleep on the way and you'll be attending your new school first thing tomorrow morning.”<br /> I ignore all of that and slide my eyes to Dean, frowning. “Is this legit?”<br /> He nods, looking a little confused because there's no way he doesn't see what I'm seeing.<br /> And I thought my heart was dead.<br /> I finish my joint and toss the roach in the ash tray, feigning boredom while I consider my options a moment. <br /> There aren't many. <br /> I could make a run for it right here and now, but I doubt I'd get far, and even if I did, where the netherworld can I go where she won't find me? The group homes, the cops, the school - they'll all hand me over to her the second I show my face, and it's not like I can live a good life as a runaway minor with no real job and no high school diploma. I could argue, plead with this woman to reconsider, but just looking at her tells me this isn't up for negotiation. Plus I won't give her the satisfaction of hearing me beg. <br /> Fresh out of options, I admit defeat and stand to do as she told me to, not missing the sly grin pulling at her fake lips. I walk over to the hole in the wall I call a bedroom and toss all my clothes in a black suitcase, hiding my firearm, cash and weed in the inside zip pocket, then I pull my long, dark brown hair up into a messy knot and take a second to look at myself in the mirror, eyeing the engraving on the cheap, heart shaped silver locket around my neck. <br /> My Angel. <br /> And yet here I am, headed over to the freaking devil herself, allowing her to drag me off to my newest version of netherworld. <br /> Oh, the irony. <br /> “Callie.”<br /> Half way to the front door, I lick my lips and turn to face Dean, bumping his raised fist.<br /> He catches the look in my eyes and sighs, discreetly slipping me my cut from earlier tonight. “It's only five months, babe.”<br /> “Three.” I argue, shoving the cash in my pocket. “And I better be seeing you a helluva lot sooner than that.”<br /> He frowns, looking from me to Katherine and back again. “You still wanna work?” <br /> “How else am I gonna buy excrement? Money doesn't grow on trees.”<br /> He snorts at my stupid joke and shakes his head at me, lightly knocking my chin. “Be good, okay?”<br /> “Aren't I always?” I grin, tossing a wave over my shoulder before following Katherine down to the black limo parked out front. <br /> Be good, he says. <br /> Right.<br /> ----------------------------<br /> Callie<br /> <br /> “Why you?”<br /> Katherine lifts her eyes from her phone when I break the silence, raising a perfectly waxed brow. “Excuse me?” <br /> I lick my lips and lean back on the leather bench seat opposite her, watching her closely like she holds all the answers to my unspoken questions. I shouldn't care, I don't really, what’s done is done, but I can't help but wonder..<br /> “Why did he call you?” <br /> She smirks at that, folding her arms over her chest. “Took you long enough. You haven't said a word to me all night.”<br /> “I was sleeping.” <br /> “You're a terrible liar.”<br /> “And you're fuckin' arsehole.”<br /> She sighs and cocks her head, eyeing me curiously. “You have my eyes.” <br /> “Lucky me.”<br /> “That's all, though.” She observes, moving her eyes over my face. “The rest of you is all him. Your dark hair, your golden tanned skin, your full lips, your petite frame and your natural curves most girls would kill for. You sure as netherworld didn't get those from me. Mine were bought and paid for.”<br /> “By the same sorry son of a mongrel who gave you that ugly knucklehead rock on your finger?” I tip my chin, gesturing to the blinding princess cut diamond on her left hand. <br /> “Your personality, though?” She ignores the cheap dig, raising a brow. “That's all me. Your attitude, your whit, your stubbornness, your fire..”<br /> “Awful full of yourself, aren't you?”<br /> “You're mistaking those for compliments, my dear.” She leans forward, patronizing as garbage. “We're not in Vegas anymore, Callie. In a city like Westbrook, your big mouth will only get you into more trouble than it's worth. I advise you keep your head down and your mouth shut if you want to survive here.”<br /> I lick my lips, not missing the warning in her tone. But if she thinks I'm about to listen to a word of her advice, as she called it, she's dead wrong. <br /> I don't bother telling her that, though. <br /> She'll find out soon enough. <br /> “Why did he call you?”<br /> She leans back, considering her words carefully before she speaks. “Your father was a complicated man.”<br /> I don't bother to hide my eye roll because yeah, no excrement.<br /> “He was a good person once.” She goes on, sighing a little. “He was raised in a crappy place with terrible people, but he wanted to be better. He was better for a little while.. until he wasn't. But even after all the mistakes he made with you, he wanted to do right by you in the end, Callie.” She lies, looking me dead in the eye as she does it. “He didn't want you to end up getting lost and forgotten about in the system. He didn't want you to be alone. He called me because he wanted me to give you the chance you deserve to make something of yourself.. finish high school, get a decent college education and live a good life.” She pauses, glancing off and up at something through the tinted windows. “The life you should have had all along.”<br /> I glare, following her line of sight, and screw me, my eyes bug out of my head before I can stop it.<br /> The limo slows to a stop and I slide my eyes back to Katherine, watching her smirk like the evil little snake she is - pleased with herself and my reaction, no doubt.<br /> “Home sweet home.” She grins, sliding over just as the driver opens the back door for her. “Come, Callie.”<br /> Half stunned, half disgusted, I follow her out and look up, craning my neck to eye the huge sign on the twenty five story, five star hotel standing in front of me. <br /> Kingston Palace. <br /> Kingston abominable Palace.<br /> As in Katherine Kingston..? <br /> This is one of the most expensive hotel chains in the country, owned by one of the richest and most powerful men on the west coast. Eyeing the building, I notice it's all black glass and gold finishes - the same theme as the Kingston Palace back in Vegas - large floor to ceiling windows and a wide set of shiny black steps leading up to the entrance.<br /> Just then, I look to the side when I spot some hot Hispanic guy wearing a black button down taking my case from the car and carrying it up the front steps. <br /> “Hey, buzz cut.” I call, following after him to take it off his hands. “I can carry my own excrement. Go find someone else to wait on.”<br /> “Buzz cut?” He raises a brow, eyeing me and my form. “Can't say I haven't been called worse.”<br /> I frown at that, because it's way too early for my already spinning head to work through double negatives. “Wait, what?” <br /> He laughs lightly, leaning in to take it back from me. “Listen, girl, I'm just doin' my job, alright? I promise it'll get there before you do.”<br /> “Promises don't mean excrement unless you can back em' up, and I like to get there first.” I tease, shamelessly eyeing his hot body while I take it back again. “Multiple times if you can make it happen.”<br /> He grins, eyeing Katherine when she glares at him from beside me. <br /> “Back to work.” She snaps - literally snaps her fingers in his face, the nasty mongrel. <br /> Good for him, though, he doesn't falter at her harsh tone. It's clear he doesn't fear or respect her - something that pleases me more than it should. Still grinning, he winks at me and turns around to go do as he’s told. <br /> “Don't flirt with the staff, Callie.” She scolds me, gesturing for me to follow her. “It's tacky.”<br /> “What's tacky is you snapping your fingers and throwing orders at the staff like you own the place.” I fire back, smirking when she glares.<br /> We walk through the revolving doors and pass the front desk, a few curious sets of eyes on us as we do. She ignores them as if they don't exist and clicks her red bottoms across the marble floors, headed towards the elevators on the back wall. She goes straight for the middle one - the one with the big knucklehead K symbol embroidered on the doors - and slides a black and gold keycard into the little black box to open it. I remain silent as we ride up, so does she, but I can feel her eyes on me through the mirrored glass, casually checking me for my reaction because it doesn't take a genius to figure out what's happening here.<br /> I give her nothing. <br /> As predicted, the elevator stops at the penthouse and the doors slide open to reveal what I can only describe as money. The black and gold theme continues up here, black marble floors with gold flecks lightly dusted throughout. The huge open plan space is modern and immaculately clean, high ceilings with gold chandeliers and fancy knucklehead art hanging on the walls. There's a living room straight ahead filled with chunky leather furniture and a lit fireplace sitting in the middle of the space, a kitchen slash dining area to the left with a wide hallway that leads I don't know where, another hallway to the right and a staircase in the far corner, meaning there must be a whole other level up there.<br /> “You can go ahead and grab a quick shower if you need.” Katherine tells me, dropping her designer purse on the kitchen island. “I'll order us some room service so you can get some food in you before school. Your bedroom's upstairs, last door on the right. You've got your own bathroom and everything you need should be up there already. If not, there's a phone on your nightstand you can use to call the girls downstairs and they'll bring you whatever.”<br /> I shake my head at her nonchalance because I'm almost positive this woman is out of her terrible mind. Without a word, I head for the curved staircase and walk up, passing a set of wide double doors on my left and a few singles on my right before I find the one she called mine. <br /> Well, screw me. <br /> Forget the bedroom - it's all the same ridiculous, over the top excrement you'd expect in a place like this, but I won't deny the killer view through the floor to ceiling windows across the back wall is pretty fuckin' awesome. Stepping out onto the balcony through the sliding glass doors, a big knucklehead grin pulls at my lips when I lean over and look down at the lit up city of Westbrook below me. <br /> I like heights - the danger, the adrenaline, the fear - it gets my blood pumping.<br /> I roll myself a joint and drop my knucklehead down on the cushioned couch outside, folding my ankles on the glass coffee table and lifting my Beats over my head. Home by Machine Guy Kelly plays in my ears while I watch the sunrise and allow myself a moment to run through my life from start to finish, wondering how the netherworld I ended up here and what I did to deserve the terrible show that is my existence.<br /> Poor little Callie O'Conner. <br /> No one loves you and you're all alone. <br /> Get a freaking grip. <br /> I lock my jaw and push away the pathetic thoughts that have no business filling my head, then I force my knucklehead up and toss my roach in the dirt. Fifteen minutes later, I'm freshly showered, dressed in a pair of tight ripped jeans and an unzipped hoodie with my headphones sitting around my neck. I drag my feet downstairs to find a waiting Katherine sitting at the kitchen island with her phone pressed to her ear. <br /> “Yes, fine, I have to go, I'll call you later.” She smiles at me, fake as excrement, then she hangs up on whoever she was talking to and tosses the phone in her bag. “I didn't know what you liked so I ordered a little of everything.” She tells me, gesturing for me to take the seat opposite hers. <br /> I stay where I stand and she stares, waiting for me to say or do something, so I roll my eyes and grab the coffee pot on the side, pouring myself a to go cup. “I don't eat breakfast.”<br /> “You should.” She argues, tossing a grape in her mouth. “It’s the important meal of the day. That’s the kinda thing mothers teach their daughters, right?”<br /> I roll my eyes at her lame knucklehead attempt at a joke and swallow a much needed hit of caffeine, eyeing her a moment. “Your husband know I'm here?” <br /> “He does.” She nods, licking her lips. “He's taken his sons downstairs for breakfast to break the news to them.”<br /> My coffee stills half way to my mouth. <br /> His sons? <br /> “Three boys.” She explains, trying and failing to hide the snarl on her face. “Damon, Wren and Kai. They're all seniors at Westbrook High so I'm sure you'll see them around, but it's probably best you stay out of their way at school and at home if you want to survive here.”<br /> There's that word again. <br /> Survive. <br /> Tension floods my veins at the clear warning in her tone but I don't let her see that. I remain mute, sipping my coffee and waiting for her to offer more about them, but she doesn't, so I sure as netherworld don't ask.<br /> “Anyway..” She perks up again, sliding me a credit card and a car key across the counter. “These are for you. The limit on the card is fifty thousand dollars and there's a brand new Range Rover downstairs for you. Your stepfather-”<br /> I stop her right there, laughing lightly. “My stepfather? You're joking, right?”<br /> She glares and hits me with her snake eyes, opens her mouth to say something but quickly snaps it shut, deciding against it. “Elijah and I want you to feel comfortable here. This is your home now, but we will not have you embarrassing us or disrespecting our family name. The Kingston's are considered royalty in this city, that means you can pretty much do as you please, but you must be discreet about it. No partying in public, no compromising pictures and absolutely no talking to the press. Are we clear?” <br /> “Crystal.” I lie, because she's out of her terrible mind if she thinks her family name or her reputation here means excrrement to me. “We done here?”<br /> “You haven't eaten anything.” <br /> “I'm not hungry.” I shrug, lifting my coffee over my shoulder. “Imma take this to go.”<br /> “Sit down, Callie.” She snaps, and I freeze mid step at her tone, working my jaw because she really shouldn't push me. “I want to see you eat something before you leave.”<br /> I lick my lips and turn back to face her, struggling to make sense of this entire screwed up situation that seems to be my new reality and not some twisted dream world caused by smoking too much of the green stuff. <br /> I'm not sure why she cares if I eat or not considering I've only known this woman for a little under six hours. The obvious and only answer is she simply doesn't care, so why..?<br /> Something's not right here.<br /> My mind drifts back to what she said to me in the limo about Jason wanting to do the right thing by me after years of cruel torment, and I'm sorry, but I'm not freaking buying it. <br /> “Why am I here, Katherine?”<br /> She stands and steps closer, speaking through her teeth. “You're here because you're my daughter and I'm deciding to give you a better life, so I suggest you drop the bitchy little act and show me some terrible gratitude.”<br /> I laugh lightly, lifting my chin to level with her due to the extra inches she has on me in those heels. “Let’s get one thing straight here.” I start, smirking when her eyes narrow further. “You might be my legal guardian because it's the law, but you are not my mother and I am not your daughter. I don't want your husband's money or his crappy car, I don't want your fake concern, and I sure as excrement won't be following anyone’s rules but my own. So I suggest you back the knucklehead outta my face or toss my knucklehead in the system. Your choice.”<br /> She snarls for real now and I can tell she wants to slap me for that, but she won't, not if she knows what's good for her.<br /> “Just take the car, Callie.”<br /> “I told you I don’t wan’t it.”<br /> “Fine.” She sighs heavily, ending our little stare off to go grab her phone. “If you insist on being difficult I’ll have one of our drivers give you a ride to school until you come to your senses. The principal’s expecting you for a meeting in her office this morning so you’ll need to go straight there. It's on the west side of the building. If you go through the main..”<br /> I don't hear the rest of her sentence before the elevator doors slide closed behind me and she's out of earshot. <br /> I'll find it myself.	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1,828,024	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":1828411}'	No	2024-05-18 19:40	active	810	667176408884574	'Ada Made' Creations Spread Prevention Awareness	Thrilled to have donated to the Greene county antidrug coalition! Even more heartened to hear that one of the free Narcan kits I distributed was used to save a life. While it's something we hope never has to be used, I'm grateful to know it made a difference. #CommunitySupport #SavingLives<br /> <br /> <a href="https://l.facebook.com/l.php?u=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.greenevillesun.com%2Fnews%2Flocal_news%2Fada-made-creations-spread-prevention-awareness%2Farticle_24a9c552-1483-11ef-bc62-53a2b65bb3df.html%3Ffbclid%3DIwZXh0bgNhZW0CMTEAAR291rx4ArPik16V9TM7fLf224k_jmp7HEE8dsIViZO2aWYwep2i-o062wg_aem_AU-PBhK3gx1LHnZwS33v5rmXG-heqgLSjVAQAP9OmAjPvz29wW3Ouhob6Khxl3IzwiOrHte2CIwO8eSbb0ICPYHs&h=AT3T9IX9jMx71iu3IGssp8VUUhSjZBqIpAWr6Tn-Dv6pVw9sKAW-sA_8qym1ZPpi76OZ2ny7xfYeUU0hT_hYGnPH0J7zxDK_Wg3hCo54uoDvFEZuBQvlxlb0_Sk8b4P-vcfmIUKXnOdP0Q" rel="nofollow noreferrer" target="_blank" data-lynx-mode="asynclazy">https://www.greenevillesun.com/news/local_news/ada-made-creations-spread-prevention-awareness/article_24a9c552-1483-11ef-bc62-53a2b65bb3df.html?fbclid=IwZXh0bgNhZW0CMTEAAR291rx4ArPik16V9TM7fLf224k_jmp7HEE8dsIViZO2aWYwep2i-o062wg_aem_AU-PBhK3gx1LHnZwS33v5rmXG-heqgLSjVAQAP9OmAjPvz29wW3Ouhob6Khxl3IzwiOrHte2CIwO8eSbb0ICPYHs</a>	MESSAGE_PAGE		219365831268873	Ada Made	https://facebook.com/AdaMadeApparel	160	1	7,859,155,447,480,966	2024-05-18 02:00	person_profile	eligible	NONE	1	0	Send message	Ada Made	6584902436545		NONE	image	As the mother of 5-year-old and 7-month-old boys and a full-time career as a pediatric nurse, Whitney Oliver has plenty of things to occupy her time.		{"type":"VISUAL_EDITOR","version":2,"landing_screen_type":"welcome_message","media_type":"text","text_format":{"customer_action_type":"ice_breakers","message":{"ice_breakers":[{"title":"Can I make a purchase?","response":""},{"title":"Can I see more products?","response":""},{"title":"Is this available in my size?","response":""}],"text":"Hi {{user_first_name}}! Please let us know how we can help you."}},"user_edit":false,"autofill_message_edited":false,"ice_breakers_edited":false,"welcome_message_edited":false,"surface":"boosted_post"}	2024-05-18 16:33	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/441966177_2005572256530933_6699436176147903728_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=111&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=stuf8yFxX74Q7kNvgHBAgxE&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&oh=00_AYD9UgNBFGe-9OxBWAxuXGV8-aGXtRekHE194Z1xMdfobA&oe=664F0384	person_profile	0			0	3	Ada Made	2024-05-18 02:00	View Edit Delete
1,828,267	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":1828261}'	No	2024-05-18 19:40	active	810	467485909173626	⭐ Over 2,500 5-Star Reviews	DADS LOVE COOL TEES!	SHOP_NOW	https://localvyntage.com/collections/boston	978283482291360	Local Vyntage	https://facebook.com/LocalVyntage	29,928	1	796,956,142,411,800	2024-05-18 02:00	person_profile	eligible	NONE	1	0	Shop Now	Local Vyntage	120210255996280583	localvyntage.com	NONE	dco	{{product.description}}	https://localvyntage.com/collections/boston		2024-05-17 14:34	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/436109759_7265445756918513_4356824421729051029_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=102&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=9G7QupERwCwQ7kNvgEoJZDT&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&oh=00_AYC5fQtViB3JVZW7KwGHHcCgU4dxfRiXK9BFm1ybI5HM-w&oe=664F2D46	person_profile	0			0	3	Local Vyntage	2024-05-18 02:00	View Edit Delete
1,827,873	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	No	2024-05-18 19:40	active	810	1796344337526973	Cat Water Fountain with LED Light, 67oz/2.1L, Ultra Quiet Cat Drinking Fountain	Cat Water Fountain with LED Light, 67oz/2.1L, Ultra Quiet Cat Drinking Fountain - $21.00<br /> <br /> ✅- In stock.<br /> 🖱 - Select "Buy Now" to purchase.<br /> 📦- Brand new item (in box).<br /> 🚚- Shipping only.<br /> 🦅- Arrives: in 3-7 days.<br /> ⭐- Returns accepted: 30 day returns.<br /> 👍- Tracking number included. <br /> <br /> 👋- Feel free to contact me should you have questions. <br /> <br /> ---------------------------------------------<br /> <br /> Product Details:<br /> <br /> Ultra Quiet Pump (< 30 dB) - Looking for a water fountain for cats inside that guarantees restful sleep for u & ur furry friends? This is a perfect choice.<br /> 4-Stage Circulating Filtration System - The pet fountain provides a healthy, fresh and oxygen-enriched waterfall.<br /> Classic Flower Design - Cats prefer running waterer with the flower to gently bubbling water.<br /> <br /> Translucent Cat Water Dispenser with LED Light - The water level is clear at a glance. Made of food-grade, BPA-free materials<br /> <br /> Replacement Filter - You can search B08PDCVDS1 or B08Y6QYNG2 to find the filter or the foam for the watering feeder. Or, find them on the {Product Description}. Purchase the official iPettie filters from Amazon for your pet's safety.<br /> <br /> ---------------------------------------------<br /> <br /> -Shipping only available to continental United States. (48 states)<br /> <br /> -No international shipping<br /> <br /> -No shipping to Alaska, Hawaii, Puerto Rico, Guam, or the Virgin Islands<br /> <br /> -No shipping to Canada or Mexico<br /> <br /> -No shipping to APO/FPO/DPO<br /> <br /> -We do not offer local pickup or combined shipping services<br /> Facebook Marketplace	BUY_NOW	https://facebook.com/marketplace/item/170302297356	101674642441488	Brett Young	/marketplace/?seller_profile=1574299467	0	1	2,850,340,038,456,973	2024-05-18 02:00	regular_page	eligible	NONE	1	1	Buy now	Brett Young	120207707786360317		NONE	image		https://facebook.com/marketplace/item/1703022973565451/		2024-05-18 16:54		regular_page	1	Brett Young	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/441195554_792774506256556_699358606952574874_n.jpg?_nc_cat=106&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=ufM944w31qcQ7kNvgFTE1qo&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&oh=00_AYAJmoAEzoMhMVstxiTzZTvwJ6oP4Y212oYn8bap6IvTGg&oe=664F1EAB	1	3	Brett Young	2024-05-18 02:00	View Edit Delete
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1,827,769	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	Yes	2024-05-18 19:40	active	810	480533654307278	Dinner is on us! Join the FREE "Dine & Learn Class" in Shelton...	Want to be ready for big new changes to Social Security, Tax Rules and Retirement Risks? Join us at the FREE "Dine & Learn Workshop" at IL Palio Restaurant in Shelton.<br /> <br /> For FREE Admission, Request Tickets Here:<br /> <a href="https://l.facebook.com/l.php?u=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.localretirementclass.com%2FCT4-5-29-30-Dinner&h=AT1cgZFVgr4j2yGIOKZHJiD6ho336T6I6O_CDPHA81QD4zXLl8iJsv0LVvimTGh8e-KtVwuUSn0X8ZhupPtbP8ZYt5EJvUHERDwwn2icoJr2BYF3LiLNoZCK2Qr8qu0tGGz41qlH57Rhug" rel="nofollow noreferrer" target="_blank" data-lynx-mode="asynclazy">https://www.localretirementclass.com/CT4-5-29-30-Dinner</a><br /> <br /> --<br /> Dine & Learn Workshop Topics Include:<br /> <br /> ☑️ Social Security Changes: Learn why Social Security planning is so important and how new filing changes could impact monthly benefits.<br /> <br /> ☑️ Retirement Taxes & Inflation: Learn how taxes impact retirement income and strategies to reduce the impact of inflation.<br /> <br /> ☑️ New Normal Economy: Learn how volatile interest rates, record inflation and market risks could impact retirement income .<br /> <br /> ☑️ Market Risk Strategies: Learn new ways to help protect and grow retirement income by managing stock and bond market risks.<br /> <br /> For FREE Admission, Request Tickets Here:<br /> <a href="https://l.facebook.com/l.php?u=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.localretirementclass.com%2FCT4-5-29-30-Dinner&h=AT2Esn7tVVTRCU_kGlD6UdUcQ1d7Zw5F7YapzyB1gSXmJ2JWjUP7nJWa4VSS6snfE15mlJ6BtT1DPs4ocPAhQ9cN81PmB0lwS-tn8NkSI6jvDTBDGevlVnZEf5oyPntVXpmCpijLmfXxGw" rel="nofollow noreferrer" target="_blank" data-lynx-mode="asynclazy">https://www.localretirementclass.com/CT4-5-29-30-Dinner</a>	NO_BUTTON	https://www.localretirementclass.com/CT4-5-29-30-D	109936954670279	Local Retirement Class	https://facebook.com/localretirementclass	58	1	463,849,312,702,697	2024-05-18 02:00	person_profile	eligible	NONE	1	0	No button	Local Retirement Class	6580465153940	localretirementclass.com	NONE	image	Learn new strategies to help maximize retirement income, reduce taxes and manage retirement risks at the "Dine & Learn Workshop" at IL Palio Restaurant in Shelton. There is no charge to attend and dinner is on us, but space is limited! To request tickets, choose your date below...	https://www.localretirementclass.com/CT4-5-29-30-Dinner		2024-05-07 10:45	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/440430253_372965935126900_7865922326423214282_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=106&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=UHefW571tM8Q7kNvgE_Cljh&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&oh=00_AYDmF5p3jUri18D4aAEHS_DhrSF-Tzc10D2UB91IB-XxdQ&oe=664F05C2	person_profile	0	Local Retirement Class	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/440414395_816977900307468_6446481017251214366_n.jpg?_nc_cat=108&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=z7PR9FZ793AQ7kNvgEszOvW&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&oh=00_AYBEODFdNAlC8dYh2nqvMyE-ys4t7b_FM23logSGLlST6A&oe=664F0081	0	3	Local Retirement Class	2024-05-17 02:00	View Edit Delete
1,827,880	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	Yes	2024-05-18 19:40	active	810	327031036896598	ANY 6 PCS FOR $50! FREE SHIPPING OVER $40	Due to a significant decline in profits in 2023, we have opted to revise our 2024 sales strategy and close select stores. To facilitate the clearance of inventory in these locations, we are offering an 80% discount. This presents a rare opportunity – Don't let it pass you by.	SHOP_NOW	https://bit.ly/4dNx6gQ	119516438123913	Selina Boateng	https://facebook.com/Selinaboatengmusic	90,267	1	1,494,844,221,432,934	2024-05-18 02:00	person_profile	eligible	NONE	1	0	Shop now	Selina Boateng	6622217856682	https://bit.ly/4dNx6gQ	NONE	image	Bestsellers	https://bit.ly/4dNx6gQ		2024-05-18 16:50	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/443732009_808830144124075_8553933000234819382_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=100&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=7lNG3f64i00Q7kNvgHQUZjD&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&oh=00_AYDHvs7SRIHd3PfgSfxpJug_PlGRSYTdSfazh1LXi1KhBQ&oe=664F018A	person_profile	0	Selina Boateng	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/441169119_1702621240566867_6705343389438716187_n.jpg?_nc_cat=102&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=qxVTDgFM-a8Q7kNvgGsiGk3&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&oh=00_AYDtR3-rmbAZ2T36u8gpeA2jQHVPlxpGMJmn5U-GIvwiIg&oe=664F21FD	0	3	Selina Boateng	2024-05-18 02:00	View Edit Delete
1,823,945	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	No	2024-05-18 19:15	active	808	1378589736062598	Havre, MT -- Handsome Heroes: The Show Returns! "The Best Ladies' Night of All Time!" \| Humanitix	🎟️TICKET GIVEAWAY! 🤩🎟️ - Havre, MT<br /> Ladies!! We are giving away two Front Row VIP tickets to see <a href="https://www.facebook.com/HandsomeHeroes">Handsome Heroes: The Show</a> at <a href="https://www.facebook.com/havre.eagles">Havre Eagles</a> on Thursday, June 13th! (A $200 Value)! <br /> 👉All you have to do for a chance to win is:<br /> 🎯 Tag 10 friends in the comments, then share this post to your Facebook!<br /> 🎯 Hit "Going" on the Facebook event: <a href="https://www.facebook.com/events/849371716623392/" rel="nofollow">https://www.facebook.com/events/849371716623392/</a><br /> ✨The winners will be notified in the comments below. ✨<br /> If you want to 100% secure your attendance, tap the "Buy Tickets" button below, because you'll never see this many handsome firemen under one roof again!	BUY_TICKETS	https://events.humanitix.com/havre-mt-handsome-her	111227701642151	Handsome Heroes: The Show	https://facebook.com/HandsomeHeroes	9,731	1	8,129,401,613,778,666	2024-05-18 02:00	person_profile	eligible	NONE	1	0	Buy tickets	Handsome Heroes: The Show	120207785690940678	events.humanitix.com	NONE	image	Get tickets on Humanitix - Havre, MT -- Handsome Heroes: The Show Returns! "The Best Ladies' Night of All Time!" hosted by Year Round Talent Agency. Fraternal Order of Eagles, 202 1st St, Havre, MT 59501, USA. Thursday June 13th 2024. Find event information.	https://events.humanitix.com/havre-mt-handsome-heroes-the-show-returns-the-best-ladies-night-of-all-time-049w1wfk?c=ticketcontest		2024-05-18 13:11	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/442474898_2099878223702670_5450382337635699088_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=105&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=cUTNPTXL0zAQ7kNvgEr1Lk5&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&oh=00_AYCtprGJvUGNPO7pzTpD2FpCYtV6w8lODXn9SjoREXjoUQ&oe=664EF9AB	person_profile	0			0	3	Handsome Heroes: The Show	2024-05-18 02:00	View Edit Delete
1,824,006	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	Yes	2024-05-18 19:15	active	808	1018271600091948		🧡 #GIVEAWAY 🧡 Can’t get enough of our award-winning, skin-loving collection? One (1) lucky winner will receive our VITAL C PR box filled with all the goodies shown!<br /> <br /> Here’s how to enter 👇<br /> ✨ Like this post<br /> ✨ Follow @imageskincare<br /> ✨ Tag a friend! Multiple tags allowed for multiple entries (please tag separately in comments)<br /> 👉 Bonus entry: Share this post in your Stories!<br /> <br /> This giveaway is not sponsored, endorsed or administered by, or associated with Instagram. NO PURCHASE NECESSARY. Void where prohibited by law and outside U.S./D.C. Must be a legal U.S./D.C. resident 18+. Starts on 5/18/24 and ends on 5/22/24 at 11:59PM. Winners will be notified through @imageskincare’s verified account only. ✔️	VIEW_INSTAGRAM_PROFILE	http://instagram.com/imageskincare	135506051248	IMAGE Skincare	https://facebook.com/imageskincare	100,881	1	367,898,915,732,743	2024-05-18 02:00	person_profile	eligible	NONE	1	0	Visit Instagram profile	IMAGE Skincare	6576465684810	instagram.com	NONE	video		http://instagram.com/imageskincare		2024-05-18 12:09	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/442487885_827924445886954_2212088970775053421_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=101&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=URJer0_rdgcQ7kNvgGGRG9Y&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&oh=00_AYASyciGkkN0V_54YqKONAZfRF8toSMdDYyudpOpLJhwPA&oe=664F05DE	person_profile	0	IMAGE Skincare	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/441324976_278332388603330_6889773898443293544_n.jpg?_nc_cat=104&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=f_jshsKOBQEQ7kNvgHypSqh&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&oh=00_AYDWsseJU9A8UURIMLacnlfoCX7RmnFCdW1IB_tu59Z0oQ&oe=664F096C	0	3	IMAGE Skincare	2024-05-18 02:00	View Edit Delete
1,826,286	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":1826002}'	No	2024-05-18 19:24	active	809	7507575425996011	MLS#O6199699: 4420 Marigold Isle Avenue, Apopka, FL 32712	ATTENTION APOPKA AREA HOME BUYERS! 🎉🎉🏡<br /> <br /> PRICE IMPROVEMENT!! 💥 3 Bedroom 2 Bath Home Located in the Kelly Park District. This open concept home is complete with oversized open kitchen, additional office flex space, multiple living spaces and 3 CAR GARAGE on 1/3 ACRE FULLY FENCED CORNER LOT. Located in the serene GATED community of OAK RIDGE in Northwest Apopka where luxury meets comfort. <br /> <br /> 🛏3 Bedroom<br /> 🛁2 Bath<br /> 🚗3 Car Side Entry Garage<br /> ⛱Oversized Fenced Corner Lot<br /> 🏡2248 Square Feet<br /> <br /> Presented by:<br /> Monique Sola PA<br /> Broker Associate<br /> Century 21 Integra<br /> Direct (407) 579-9946<br /> Email: monique@thesolateam.com	CALL_NOW		102180474534016	Monique Sola, Broker Associate	https://facebook.com/MoniqueSola.BrokerAssociate.Century21	559	1	846,132,450,694,195	2024-05-18 02:00	person_profile	eligible	NONE	1	0	Call now	Monique Sola, Broker Associate	6571767180454		NONE	image	For sale: 3 bed, 2 bath, 2,248 SQFT house. Welcome home to 4420 Marigold Isle Avenue located in the serene GATED COMMUNITY of OAK RIDGE in Northwest Apop... $505,000.			2024-05-18 06:34	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/442489720_1514758165796309_4336608088847220571_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=111&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=kfxQ72itfIAQ7kNvgHErBLz&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&oh=00_AYDKMEaGWO5JSzXyOFg44vX9fL6WhswPbJrj7E1wolSqgA&oe=664F0E10	person_profile	0	Monique Sola	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/442412720_999526041606150_2010258143720954110_n.jpg?_nc_cat=106&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=mcYalyr4-ZoQ7kNvgHKYDUN&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&oh=00_AYAXxxUOpU1PPhMVKMqo5aoaN8j0UjbLdYZ6shG2a_2TuA&oe=664F2194	0	3	Monique Sola, Broker Associate	2024-05-18 02:00	View Edit Delete
1,824,803	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	Yes	2024-05-18 19:15	active	808	2262764240560537		GIVEAWAY: We want to make it the Most Exciting Day Ever for you and your pup! One lucky pet parent will win: Two Nights of a Scheduled Overnight Stay FREE.<br /> <br /> Enter to Win: 1. Like and share this post on your story 2. Tag @dogtopiasouthannarbor<br /> <br /> The giveaway will close on Friday, 5/24 11:59am EST & the winner will be contacted via DM from this account only on Friday 5/24. <br /> <br /> Dog must pass store Meet & Greet & have 3 successful days of play; distemper, rabies, and Bordetella must be up to date; dog over 7 months must be neutered/spayed<br /> <br /> This giveaway is in no way sponsored or administered by Instagram.<br /> <br /> #dogtopiasaa #Dogtopia #Dogtopiagiveaway #Dogtopiadogs #itsthemostexcitingdayever	VIEW_INSTAGRAM_PROFILE	http://instagram.com/dogtopiasouthannarbor	100510458954395	Dogtopia of South Ann Arbor	https://facebook.com/DogtopiaSouthAnnArbor	340	1	992,857,045,734,155	2024-05-18 02:00	person_profile	eligible	NONE	1	0	Visit Instagram profile	Dogtopia of South Ann Arbor	120209648818220028	instagram.com	NONE	video		http://instagram.com/dogtopiasouthannarbor		2024-05-17 23:30	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/442444610_3763327527326873_1427466959829671029_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=107&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=biyQ_DpF6wMQ7kNvgGAb3QM&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&oh=00_AYAwElRyO5Ez6rVt_Oe3iXhs7tpsMhfoxCc1M5tfNnXZIA&oe=664F0F12	person_profile	0	Dogtopia of South Ann Arbor	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/441399274_405253149000779_1600849478872517569_n.jpg?_nc_cat=111&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_aid=0&_nc_ohc=KxZf-Vu4r60Q7kNvgH6EUY1&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&oh=00_AYBmSjwwDRh4Z5b5l0SLwMn43FjeRsz-oeWXdgVKh2OC9g&oe=664F2316	0	3	Dogtopia of South Ann Arbor	2024-05-18 02:00	View Edit Delete
1,827,601	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	Yes	2024-05-18 19:40	active	810	428702196442384	Get The Trading Bucket Method	🚀 Are you an options trader close to retirement with a $25K+ portfolio struggling to find a strategy that works?<br /> <br /> Download my free PDF and training video and learn how to run your trading portfolio like a multi-million dollar business.<br /> <br /> 👉 <a href="https://l.facebook.com/l.php?u=https%3A%2F%2Foptionsblackbelt.com%2Fflow%2Fo-103p-trading-bucket-roadblocks%2F&h=AT3LYRpkFeJlC2I7ER9rcI5EEqMPX9srlUpq5fUMA3-ySxYE_uBP2WGYNPCz1oSVVxKtyIj-yY5Eja4gMOUdhxZQvu4XQbLiETotFjwRIKTskFu6J3RLcKzDM7oPoG9-dE1ZpEBrTm4uPQ" rel="nofollow noreferrer" target="_blank" data-lynx-mode="asynclazy">https://optionsblackbelt.com/flow/o-103p-trading-bucket-roadblocks/</a><br /> <br /> - My method, which is in this video training, has helped 395+ option traders manage a profitable portfolio!<br /> <br /> The truth is…you don’t need to study charts, join trading groups, or sign up for trade alert services.<br /> <br /> The Trading Bucket Method will show you the simple steps to manage your trading portfolio correctly.<br /> <br /> If you are an options trader close to retirement and have a $25K+ portfolio and are looking for a successful and prove strategy…. <br /> <br /> Then download my free PDF and training video and learn how to run your trading portfolio like a multi-million dollar business!<br /> <br /> 👉 <a href="https://l.facebook.com/l.php?u=https%3A%2F%2Foptionsblackbelt.com%2Fflow%2Fo-103p-trading-bucket-roadblocks%2F&h=AT3gm_-6sZe9ZdM2YLiq8EFNKuPSZI6Ql0ohYr-PL4y8bXYGxkC-cbsUEY24Pu8Va2MzBozKMQHlq87AlVtaxiFWjWbsDeJyWhrmda0RegJ7PIdRUUMV0W8P_aJTaGM-idQXO9eyD7LyZA" rel="nofollow noreferrer" target="_blank" data-lynx-mode="asynclazy">https://optionsblackbelt.com/flow/o-103p-trading-bucket-roadblocks/</a>	LEARN_MORE	https://optionsblackbelt.com/flow/o-103p-trading-b	120177844846289	Sasha - The Options Trading Coach	https://facebook.com/tradersfly	18,934	1	434,229,692,550,135	2024-05-18 02:00	person_profile	eligible	NONE	1	0	Learn more	Sasha - The Options Trading Coach	120210585780000555	optionsblackbelt.com	NONE	image	Craft your ideal portfolio for consistent monthly gains. Explore proven strategies that cater to your financial objectives for a profitable investment journey.	https://optionsblackbelt.com/flow/o-103p-trading-bucket-roadblocks/		2024-05-10 23:27	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/436568864_987904526186748_5037954963856872442_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=101&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=bEeXj-uI9BMQ7kNvgEaEVvQ&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&oh=00_AYAVUcTV_yWfKj1m5nws_t1GeR67OdjnG9KniBvEjedxfA&oe=664F05C3	person_profile	0	Sasha - The Options Trading Co	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/441231664_978290363896939_3770838073897218560_n.jpg?_nc_cat=101&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=ualrt_KpCmkQ7kNvgGCaJ_r&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&oh=00_AYDxsXJpSQgQ-kzW3BlJ5W1LSAhUdfcfhrJYhtKXOoxMTQ&oe=664F2CF1	0	3	Sasha - The Options Trading Coach	2024-05-11 02:00	View Edit Delete
1,826,002	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	No	2024-05-18 19:24	active	809	264139000054856	用 Messenger 聊天	{{product.brand}}	MESSAGE_PAGE		291466360724591	ACV Keto Gummies	https://facebook.com/61559554004407	0	1	1,511,928,369,740,163	2024-05-18 02:00	person_profile	eligible	NONE	1	0	Send Message	ACV Keto Gummies	120208627605360634		NONE	dco	{{product.description}}			2024-05-18 12:02	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/442478486_1172247133953879_5202186837860995172_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=101&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=bk5lg2oygm4Q7kNvgENzVvL&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&oh=00_AYD-qC1O5-1C9fgtUBrmtr6ExMpOkh7XbyeBXfbOf4lieQ&oe=664F24B1	person_profile	0			0	3	ACV Keto Gummies	2024-05-18 02:00	View Edit Delete
1,827,923	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":1827929}'	No	2024-05-18 19:40	active	810	1160291001789968		Nashville! Join us for an unforgettable evening with rising country star Tyra Madison at Live Oak this Wednesday, May 22nd, at 6 PM! This FREE full band show is your chance to see Tyra live before she hits the big time. 🎵<br /> <br /> 📍 Location: Live Oak, 1530 Demonbreun St, Nashville, TN 37203<br /> 🗓 Date: Wednesday, May 22nd<br /> ⏰ Time: Show at 6 PM<br /> 🎟 Cost: FREE to the public!<br /> <br /> Don’t miss your chance to witness Tyra Madison live and up close and FOR FREE. See you there!	EVENT_RSVP	https://www.facebook.com/events/339862285778354	216481905146440	Tyra Madison	https://facebook.com/tyramadisonmusic	32,690	1	3,387,915,884,837,065	2024-05-18 02:00	person_profile	eligible	NONE	1	0	INTERESTED	Tyra Madison	120210952394190737	www.facebook.com	NONE	event		https://www.facebook.com/events/339862285778354		2024-05-18 16:27	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/441465892_723724013071959_7337885374115031790_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=103&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=Ct_gHCqtrzIQ7kNvgGbwJMk&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&oh=00_AYDD_oNe78PGqAeN9_GQ2kyjsCUBXitXXl7MN04rOUROyA&oe=664F0732	person_profile	0			0	3	Tyra Madison	2024-05-18 02:00	View Edit Delete
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1,828,115	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":1827624}'	No	2024-05-18 19:40	active	810	2652708881565561	Do You Wish You Were Writing More?	Do You Wish You Were Writing More? But let me guess, you can’t find the time – and “productivity” advice seems to miss the point of creativity. Hi, I’m Julia Roberts, and my one claim to fame (besides my famous name) is I have my Masters in the Science of Creativity. I help writers approach writing, creativity, and productivity in a unique way. Each of us thinks and creates differently – and that self-knowledge is your key to how to write in the time you have available to you. <br /> <br /> In this FREE webinar, you will learn:<br /> • The Universal Creative Process<br /> • The four primary thinking styles <br /> • Where you (and your thinking style) likely fit or fight the process and get mired in resistance<br /> • How to lean into who you think for your greatest ease and satisfaction<br /> <br /> CLICK THE BUTTON BELOW TO SAVE YOUR SEAT!<br /> <br /> Thanks – see you in the Zoom Room (Yes, I’ll be there, live.)<br /> <br /> Julia Roberts<br /> <br /> P.S. I’ve helped thousands of writers get writing again, in easiest, possible way. Isn’t it time you found time to write?	SIGN_UP	http://fb.me/	145667042172127	Decoding Creativity	https://facebook.com/DecodingCreativity	912	1	378,810,141,214,827	2024-05-18 02:00	person_profile	eligible	NONE	1	0	Sign up	Decoding Creativity	120208496528450643	fb.me	NONE	image	Free, live class looks at the creative process and creative thinking style to find how you will best create time to write. Julia Roberts has her Masters in the Science of Creativity and wants to help you write with ease and satisfaction.	http://fb.me/		2024-05-17 15:58	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/444215320_1131114708145658_2010120722138577960_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=103&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=I4vqhyWFRkEQ7kNvgHlPVsl&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&oh=00_AYC8H39xN3vbbk2R8DVtIGrX13gnQNJXnL59nRmmpft9Ig&oe=664F2131	person_profile	0	Julia Roberts	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/441515327_967167618244117_7503705004360394377_n.jpg?_nc_cat=103&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=U2FVE48mkg4Q7kNvgEFmQ6I&_nc_oc=AdjmVSmiZb41YiGgVlGw5RVQN9ECe1QPm_7YF5jjL_HyRIDb-HI4fVBTXte0o4L9cfQ&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&oh=00_AYDo5jpBoFRbovGWr7bTwAiSZoqc3BA0eg0RIP5QKnFE6Q&oe=664F1249	0	3	Decoding Creativity	2024-05-18 02:00	View Edit Delete

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