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I can't read.
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I can't read.
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Who said that?
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Oh wait I'm not blind.
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i propose we rename our goalkicking medal after him, instead of some ****head known as cats2rise who named it after himselfHeadless I heard whispers that sausageroll is the greatest Full Forward to ever play for the Demons, what are your thoughts?
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No because he is deaf.
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Like two peas in a pod! Or something.
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Veronica's Dilemma
Veronica was a vision of beauty, her eyes like galaxies, and her smile a constellation of stars. She had always been drawn to the mysteries of the universe, her heart beating in sync with the rhythm of quarks and neutrinos. As an aspiring science student, she dreamed of unraveling the secrets hidden within the fabric of reality.
But life had other plans for Veronica. The promise of money lured her away from the lab benches and equations. The allure of wealth whispered in her ear, seductive and dangerous. It came in the form of a job offer—an opportunity to work for a powerful corporation that dealt in forbidden knowledge. They promised her riches beyond imagination, but at a cost.
Veronica hesitated. The weight of her student loans pressed down on her shoulders, and the glittering promise of financial freedom danced before her eyes. She knew that her scientific pursuits might never yield the same rewards. The choice was stark: follow her passion or surrender to the golden chains of material wealth.
The men who surrounded her fueled the fire of temptation. They wore tailored suits and drove sleek cars. Their eyes held hunger, not for knowledge, but for possession. They desired Veronica—their gazes tracing the curves of her body, their whispers promising pleasure and pain. They offered her a different kind of education—one that had nothing to do with quantum mechanics or particle physics.
Veronica's nights became a dance of desire and despair. She moved through dimly lit rooms, her skin brushed by silk and secrets. The men whispered sweet nothings, their hands leaving trails of fire on her skin. They promised her love, but it was a counterfeit currency—a transactional exchange of flesh for fortune.
And yet, Veronica remained unloved. The men desired her body, but not her soul. They hungered for her beauty, but not her brilliance. She was a puzzle they couldn't solve, a paradox they couldn't comprehend. They whispered "hello" in the darkness, but their goodbyes were silent—a wave that left her drowning in emptiness.
The Soft Cell song echoed in her mind:
"Take your hands off me, I don't belong to you."
Veronica stood at the crossroads, torn between the sterile laboratories of academia and the opulent chambers of temptation. She knew that the path of wealth would lead to her own destruction—a slow erosion of purpose and passion. But the allure was intoxicating, like a drug that numbed her doubts and fears.
In the end, Veronica chose neither. She stepped away from the men who hungered for her, their eyes like black holes consuming light. She turned her back on the corporation that promised riches but demanded her soul. Instead, she walked toward the stars—the ones she had always loved—the ones that held the answers to questions she hadn't even asked yet.
Veronica became a wanderer, her footsteps tracing constellations. She studied the night sky, seeking solace in the cold embrace of the cosmos. And as she gazed upward, she whispered her own goodbye:
"Say hello, wave goodbye."
For Veronica knew that true love wasn't found in the arms of men or the vaults of wealth. It was written in the language of quarks and neutrinos—the symphony of the universe. And there, among the stars, she found her purpose once more—a beacon of light in the vast darkness.
And so, Veronica became a scientist of the soul, unraveling the mysteries within herself. She discovered that love wasn't a transaction—it was a force that bound galaxies together, a gravitational pull stronger than any earthly desire. And as she reached for the heavens, she whispered:
"Hello, universe. I belong to you."
Veronica was a vision of beauty, her eyes like galaxies, and her smile a constellation of stars. She had always been drawn to the mysteries of the universe, her heart beating in sync with the rhythm of quarks and neutrinos. As an aspiring science student, she dreamed of unraveling the secrets hidden within the fabric of reality.
But life had other plans for Veronica. The promise of money lured her away from the lab benches and equations. The allure of wealth whispered in her ear, seductive and dangerous. It came in the form of a job offer—an opportunity to work for a powerful corporation that dealt in forbidden knowledge. They promised her riches beyond imagination, but at a cost.
Veronica hesitated. The weight of her student loans pressed down on her shoulders, and the glittering promise of financial freedom danced before her eyes. She knew that her scientific pursuits might never yield the same rewards. The choice was stark: follow her passion or surrender to the golden chains of material wealth.
The men who surrounded her fueled the fire of temptation. They wore tailored suits and drove sleek cars. Their eyes held hunger, not for knowledge, but for possession. They desired Veronica—their gazes tracing the curves of her body, their whispers promising pleasure and pain. They offered her a different kind of education—one that had nothing to do with quantum mechanics or particle physics.
Veronica's nights became a dance of desire and despair. She moved through dimly lit rooms, her skin brushed by silk and secrets. The men whispered sweet nothings, their hands leaving trails of fire on her skin. They promised her love, but it was a counterfeit currency—a transactional exchange of flesh for fortune.
And yet, Veronica remained unloved. The men desired her body, but not her soul. They hungered for her beauty, but not her brilliance. She was a puzzle they couldn't solve, a paradox they couldn't comprehend. They whispered "hello" in the darkness, but their goodbyes were silent—a wave that left her drowning in emptiness.
The Soft Cell song echoed in her mind:
"Take your hands off me, I don't belong to you."
Veronica stood at the crossroads, torn between the sterile laboratories of academia and the opulent chambers of temptation. She knew that the path of wealth would lead to her own destruction—a slow erosion of purpose and passion. But the allure was intoxicating, like a drug that numbed her doubts and fears.
In the end, Veronica chose neither. She stepped away from the men who hungered for her, their eyes like black holes consuming light. She turned her back on the corporation that promised riches but demanded her soul. Instead, she walked toward the stars—the ones she had always loved—the ones that held the answers to questions she hadn't even asked yet.
Veronica became a wanderer, her footsteps tracing constellations. She studied the night sky, seeking solace in the cold embrace of the cosmos. And as she gazed upward, she whispered her own goodbye:
"Say hello, wave goodbye."
For Veronica knew that true love wasn't found in the arms of men or the vaults of wealth. It was written in the language of quarks and neutrinos—the symphony of the universe. And there, among the stars, she found her purpose once more—a beacon of light in the vast darkness.
And so, Veronica became a scientist of the soul, unraveling the mysteries within herself. She discovered that love wasn't a transaction—it was a force that bound galaxies together, a gravitational pull stronger than any earthly desire. And as she reached for the heavens, she whispered:
"Hello, universe. I belong to you."
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Are you FIBBING?
The Filth Wizard
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Forked Road is the Veronica sequel.
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