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hey everyone. i had posted here two weeks ago after i was sexually assaulted on a date. first and foremost i want to apologize due to my post being weird, confusing, and concerning. but that’s what i love the most about this sub, is that we’ve all been there and i never feel judged.
a lot has happened. i did not, and still have not relapsed. the day after the assault i found the courage to call my mom. just saying what happened out loud was very uncomfortable for me, not to mention going to the hospital to get the rape kit done and having to tell the story in explicit detail, bag up my clothes and threw up because of all the post-exposure meds. i didn’t sleep for several days. i attempted to go back to work, and at first it was alright, i was able to get through a couple of shifts, but eventually i wasn’t able to feign being strong anymore. i cracked, and asked my boss for some days off so i could try to sleep, relax, feel my emotions and center myself. for those days i left the city to see my close friends in a nearby town. the trip made me feel a million times better. i felt light, the air was clean, we hiked and enjoyed nature and had so much fun. i’m crying just remembering how strong the relief was. like i could breathe again. it went so well that i applied for a job at the same place my friend works, and with her help, got an interview.
but when i came back it all flooded into me again. my first shift back at work, i had a mental breakdown and my manager found me in the back crying so hard i was dry heaving. i told her everything. she hugged me and helped me get on the computer to see how much sick time i have left. i had enough to be able to take a week off, but when i mentioned it to my boss, he told me that because i had already missed several shifts in a row i would need to apply for a leave of absence. it is not paid. whatever, at this point i don’t care. i take the leave of absence. i still haven’t gone back and i don’t think i will.
the interview in the other town had gone well and they recently reached out asking when i was available to start. i told them i needed two weeks. i move on the 10th and start work on the 12th.
it is all incredibly fast paced and sudden, but i am so excited to go and be with my lovely friends in a smaller town where i can enjoy myself, spend time outside, see beautiful scenery, and without triggers everywhere i look. i don’t really know what else to say except i am so excited to see the beautiful things the world has to offer, rather than the dark and the ugly. i’m scared, terrified actually, but i have so much hope.
thank you to this lovely community! <3

So I've played Diablo since D1. I got introduced to hardcore (HC) in D2 and never looked back. If you're not playing HC, are you even a fan of the series?
But listen. This game isn't it. Straight up. I've now died twice on World Tier 2. And I figured okay... I'll take it down to World Tier 1 and take baby steps... I get to L23 and die to a few bears. How? People are saying they completed Act I at L15. Here I am on borderline Ultimate Skill level (L24) and I'm smoked by non-boss enemies in the middle of Act I. I just wanna be clear that I have never had this issue in either D2 or D3.
On top of that, not a single Legendary. Granted my 2 rare rings were decent. 5 measly potions? No way to travel quickly either. I get 2 charges that allows me to "fast travel" a total of 10 feet. In D3 at least by L12 you had a means to travel quickly and you can hit a Legendary or 2 by L20. The game doesn't feel "fluid" like D3 did.
My honest score at this point in time: 6/10 at best meaning I'm not gonna uninstall but there is by no means any reason to "no-life" the game and put down other games I've been playing. Ill play it for a few hours every few weeks and that's it.

So I'm taking an entertainment podcasting course over the summer during which I'll be recording and producing a 7 episode podcast, and with how much growth this hobby has seen in the last few years, I thought it would be a good idea to make one about getting started in the hobby.
Each episode of the podcast will have a specific topic or theme that's mostly grounded in the assignment requirements, for example for episode 2 I need to an interview so I'm thinking of talking to a frequent player about their experience in the hobby, why they play, etc.
The reason I'm making this post, however, is to ask you all what you would look for in a podcast like this. Would you want it to be shorter (15ish minutes) or longer (45 minutes to an hour)? What kind of questions did you have when entering the hobby? Are there any resources, information, or advice you think new players should know about?
Thanks in advance for any responses, it really helps.

I cant stop overthinking my relationship with my boyfriend even though he does nothing wrong and i can completely trust him. i’m afraid i’m going to sabotage our relationship with my tainted way of thinking. what do i do? how do i stop this?

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out of the blue today the z-axis started to have problems: first, it stopped mid-print making it result in an error, then, when I tried to calibrate it, the z-axis started to move and suddenly stopped making a rather low sound.
After I greased it I started a 2-hour print, initially, the printer had the same problem going all the way down on the z-axis. After pushing it lightly and re-greasing the print bed went all the way down. Initially, I looked at the print for the first 15 layers, then thinking that the problem was solved I went back to do something else. when I came back to see if the print was successful, the print bed was on top of the z-axis with the supports cut in half and the print just kept going.
Sorry for the confusing explanation.
I have a mars 2 pro and it's a year old
Do you have any advice on how to fix it or should I resign myself and buy another one?

So for reference we are both 22 year old women. This friend is bisexual, and I've made it very clear that I do not like cuddling or hooking up with my friends. Despite this, she has made me feel uncomfortable multiple times and has initiated threesomes when drunk while also acknowledging she knows I "don't do that with friends" (her words when she makes the advances, so she recognizes I said no already but keeps pushing). We went to Europe together and she was cornering me and scooting closer and closer in the bed and it was really weird. I thought maybe she was asleep but later in the trip she admitted she was doing it to cuddle me and then "would remember I didn't want that and scoot away". But she would still get close to me and I felt like I was basically about to fall out of bed to get away from her. I feel so weird that she did that when I've set clear boundaries about it. It felt like cause she wanted it, she didn't care about what I wanted and what made me uncomfortable.
Anyway, I recently found out that my other friend from high school has a friend that feels he was taken advantage of her while drunk. I was there this night, and this dude was puking and all his friends were taking care of him. I guess they later hooked up (she was also drunk, but not in the same way). This guy was like puking in front of everyone he was so drunk, so it's a bit disturbing she made advances after I left. I never told her this because I didn't know what to do, and it was almost 4 years ago. However, this friend has been very rude to me recently and some conversations have been going on about how her behavior has made me feel. I am considering bringing up the boundary issues with myself, and am considering letting her know these accusations are going around. I personally feel slightly obligated to tell her because now that I know she still has boundary issues, I don't want it happening to anyone else. I also recognized my own biases and that I should never have continued a friendship once I found out, because if it were a guy I would cut him out. I really don't want to start drama, and it's sad because this friend has also been taken advantage of so I know it will be a huge deal for her to find out other people are accusing her of this as well. I don't know what to do. I don't think it's fair to spare her feelings when she needs to do some reflecting to avoid putting anyone else in this situation. Any advice or perspective would be nice, cause for some reason I feel bad telling her this, because I know how hard it would be to process that. However I do think it's necessary and Im willing to end the friendship over this, considering she is very insensitive and has made jokes about my trauma

new to the this subreddit but i wanted to see if anyone else had the same problem where you cant remember anything clearly after a migraine.
for example when i went to the doctors to ask about my migraines he kept asking me what was happening during them but i just genuinely could not remember. often time i have a general idea of one or two things happening (bigger things like me getting home and such) but i cant pin point any details like how i feel during them or what happens with my vision, what hurts, etc. its just so frustrating cause i always tell myself to write down everything i feel but that brain fog and 'numb'/heavy feeling makes me just want to lay down in the dark and do nothing so i can never get myself to do it, then forget everything i felt once i wake up.
and if this is a problem that more people have is there anything i can do about it? its so frustrating to just have a gap in my memory :/

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Hello everyone:
I'm trying to ensure my character can handle master locks as part of my build without doing the Alteration route again since my build is already kind of perk starved. I checked NPC enchanters and it seems like no matter what soul gem you use you can't enchant more than 5 lockpicking expertise per piece and the gem only affects skill.
I have questions....
1.) Can I equip a clown suit of enchanted fortify lockpicking skill gear to grab higher perks? (I'm assuming no as that's never worked even in Vanilla).
2.) I was thinking if I can grind lockpicking to 45 and pick up both cheap tricks and locksmithing lore, that gives me 45 combined expertise, according to the wiki you need 65 expertise to attempt master locks (albeit they will be challenging). If I go ahead and enchant +5 expertise on a ring, necklace, helmet, and gloves, that would give me +65 and let me attempt the lock correct?
3.) Does "Skill Lore" in Enchanting affect how much lockpicking expertise you can enchant on an item, or does it only affect skill?
4.) Does anyone have a ballpark estimate for how much expertise you would earn going from 15 skill to 45?
Thanks in advance.

Ben had never thought that he would ever be a cat dad, not since he saw his own father run over his cat when he was only five. But yesterday, history almost repeated itself when he almost ran over two stray kittens while driving himself home from the graduation ceremony.
It had happened only a few hours ago - despite the fact that in an attempt to impress his dad, who was in the passenger seat, he had tried to be extra precise while backing out of his parking spot, he missed a little something in his way.
However, before the disaster could happen, a shrill scream made him slam the brakes.
"STOP! You'll run over them, STOP!"
Shira?
He jumped out the car and ran to the back, to find Shira looking slightly wary of a cardboard box near one of his back wheels. Inside the box were two kittens.
"BEN!" she shrieked on seeing him, her arms flailing in an almost comical way, "You almost killed them!"
Ben picked up the box, and noticed that there was a small slip of paper inside it.
"You should be more mindful of how you treat animals, Ben! We're supposed to share the planet with them, not-"
"Here, hold it for a moment" he interrupted, holding out the box for her to take.
She did not comply. Instead, she scooted away with a scared look on her face.
It took every last ounce of resilience inside Ben to not roll his eyes. Here she was, lecturing him about being 'mindful' with animals, when she was too disgusted to hold a box with two tiny, malnourished sleeping kittens.
Balancing the box in one hand, he pulled out the slip of paper and opened it.
"Take care of them, please" it read.
Take care of them. Hm. Someone left them here to be found.
After a moment of pondering, he made his decision.
"I'll take them to a shelter." he told Shira, opening the car door to put the two kittens inside.
"Wait!" Shira exclaimed, pulling out her phone and positioning herself as if to take a selfie.
"Shira, I'm really not in the mood to-" Ben began protesting, but the sound her phone made told him she had refused to listen to him. She skipped away, typing what he was sure was a story about how she saved two innocent kittens.
Her followers will like that, for sure.
Still, I'm rescuing two kittens from certain death. That's a good deed.
His good deed, however, remained unfinished, because the shelter did not have any space for cats and could not take in the two kittens. Ben was forced to take the kittens home, with the reassurance that his dad would find a place for them somewhere else.
And now here he was, having cleaned and fed them with Patty, trying to figure out what variety they were while shovelling spahgetti into his mouth.
"Oh, Ben! My sweet boy has graduated!" a saccharine voice suddenly spoke.
His mother.
Vivian Gross, unlike his dad, had chosen to be absent from his graduation ceremony, where he and Devi had jointly recieved the title of valedictorian. His dad had hugged him tightly and exclaimed how proud he was of his son with tears in his eyes. Ben knew he would remember that moment and smile till the day he died, he would be forever grateful for it, but it didn't quite erase the truth - he had expected his mother to show up. This was not a PTA meeting, not a debate tournament, not a club presentation - he has graduated high school. This was important. Today, for one day, he was important.
Apparently not important enough for his mother to abandon her regenerative healing spa appointment.
He did not want to admit it, but a sinking weight had appeared in his chest when his dad had informed him that his mom wasn't coming at all, and it had only dulled slightly since then. On hearing her voice, the weight re-appeared with full force. She pulled out a chair and sat beside him at the dinner table.
"No phone! Be respectful when your mother wants to talk to you, alright?"
Ben immediately put his phone down.
"So, have you thought about college, honey? Where would you like to go?"
Ben tried his best to not let the sheer disbelief show on his face. After all, 3he should have seen this coming.
"Uh, yeah, I - I applied to Columbia. The acceptance letter arrived two months ago. I got in. I'm pretty sure I told both you and dad?"
"You did? Oh, I must have forgotten! Typical me, forgetting things all the time."
It isn't normal to forget what ivy league your son got int- no, no Ben, don't be ungrateful. Don't say anything.
Well, I'm not being ungrateful here. She should've known this.
Before Ben could decide whether or not to convey his true feelings on the matter, Vivian cut the conversation short by pulling her phone out of her purse and beginning to scroll through it. Whether she ignored or didn't hear his scoff, he did not know.
After some time, she spoke up again.
"Oh, you and your girlfriend rescued kittens today? That's so nice!"
"My girlfriend?"
"Shira! She's your girlfriend, isn't she? I'm one of her followers! Very sweet girl, understands the importance of self-care very well."
He opened his mouth to say something, but no words came out for a bit.
"Mum" he began, drawing a deep breath and trying to control the quiver in his voice "Shira and I broke up two years ago, in sophomore year."
You'd know that if you knew anything.
"Huh? Oh! So you haven't had a girlfriend since?"
"No." he mumbled back, realising it wasn't worth it to explain anything to her. If his mom didn't care enough to know everything that had happened in his life in two years, then he didn't care enough to tell her either.
Ben had always thought the fault was in him. After all, he was richer than most kids in his class, he knew that - he had everything. And yet he felt unhappy. He felt unhappy despite having everything, hence he must be ungrateful.
But he had come to understand he was anything but ungrateful. His dad was the one who was always busy, but he had tried - he had become a better parent. He had been there for Ben. He had showed up.
His mother had chosen not to, and it certainly wasn't his fault. Mothers didn't behave like that - he had met Nalini Vishwakumar. He had to fight the urge to yell some sense into Devi every time she said she hated her mom.
She's ungrateful. I'm not.
This realisation had made him colder towards his mother. He realised it, but was even more hurt by the fact that she didn't notice this at all.
"Well, what did you end up doing with the kittens anyways?"
"The shelter didn't have space for them, so I brought them home. They're in my bedroom. I'll keep them until Dad finds a spot for them." he said.
The silence that followed made him look up from his plate, to find his mother staring back at him with disgust.
"You let stray animals into my house?"
"Stray - what? But you just said it was a nice thing to rescue them!"
"It is! For somebody else! If you wanted a cat we could get you whichever you liked from a breeder!"
"I don't want them! They had been left in the parking lot! They would've died there!"
"They could be diseased, you know."
"They're not. I had them checked and vaccinated at the shelter. There's a veterinary clinic right beside it."
"Still, Ben, get rid of them right away. There will be no random abandoned strays in my house."
Bold words, calling it your house, when you're never in it yourself.
She left the dining room in a huff, mumbling exasperatedly to herself.
Left alone, Ben made a decision. Sure, it was driven by hurt and anger, but he would do it anyways. She hadn't come to his graduation, had she? She hadn't listened to him. Why should he listen to her?
For the first time in his life, Ben Gross was going to disobey his parents. He was going to keep those damn cats.
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Ben woke up the next morning to the sounds of two kittens rolling around and yawning in a box, and realised he was a bit conflicted - taking care of a whole live animal was no joke, especially since he couldn't ask for help from Patty and his dad.
Hiding them from mom isn't really a problem.
The thought of his mother brought back some of the rage he had felt the night before.
He was keeping those kittens, for sure, but for now, he didn't know where to start.
After an hour of research, Ben had a list and a day full of errands to run.
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Why are there so many litter box varieties in this world?
Ben had never known such confusion in his entire life. He was the class valedictorian, had won multiple awards and first place prizes, had gotten into a freaking ivy league, and yet had never faced something so difficult.
In front of him were five tub-like containers - each of a different colour, shape and size. One of them had a transparent lid, another one had a coloured lid, one of them had all these little knobs and buttons on the side, another one had a tag that said 'CAUTION : Be careful of electric wires'
He had angrily told the salesman to leave him alone after the idiot had attempted to sell him seeds for a parakeet, and now he had no one to ask for help.
Or maybe not.
He whipped out his phone and dialled a number.
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Ben was regretting his choice.
Paxton had been standing beside him for the past five minutes, brow furrowed and completely silent.
Ben had suddenly realised that he did, indeed, have friends, friends he could ask for help. Only, his friend seemed even more lost and confused than he was.
"I- Wait, does that one say be careful of wires? I thought litter boxes didn't need electricity!"
"So did I! That's why I called you for help!"
"Me? What would I know about this? I've never had a pet!"
"But then why did you agree to help me?"
"Dude, I thought the box was too heavy for you to carry!"
"What's too heavy to carry?"
Trent had showed up out of nowhere, but Ben was somewhat used to him appearing out of thin air.
"Nothing. We can't figure out what to do here, which one of these litter boxes should I buy?
Trent looked at him with confusion. "Bro, you know these are for, like, cats, right? You can't use them."
Ben closed his eyes while Paxton held in a laugh.
"Yes, Trent, I know. I have two kittens at home. This is for them."
"Oh!" Trent said, rolling up his sleeves "Well, none of this fancy shit. What you need is a smart, durable, and simple solution" Spinning around, he called out - "Yo, does anyone here know where the Paw-fect range is?"
A girl in an apron appeared in the aisle, gesturing at them to follow her. She lead them to a different part of the store - a section that seemed entirely dedicated to the company Paw-fect.
An hour later, they were walking out to Ben's car with three large shopping bags.
"Dude, how do you know all this stuff? I mean, you basically told us what varieties of cats there are based on hair length. Where did you find that out?" Paxton asked Trent, not being able to place when precisely Trent had become an expert on cats.
"I spend a lot of time watching commercials on youtube, bro. I know exactly how to look after bunnies and dogs too."
Ben smiled to himself, getting inside the car. He rolled down the window and bid his friends goodbye before driving off towards home.
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A month had passed since that fateful day when he discovered his two beloved pets in that parking lot. Now, a month into the summer, he felt he had become somewhat of an expert cat dad. Well, enough of an expert to be worthy of a 'Best Cat Dad in the World' mug, the purchase and use of which had earned him some inquisitve glances from his father, but no questions.
He had hidden the kittens away inside his room, making sure to keep it locked at all times.
So far he was managing spectacularly. He had told Patty that he would clean his own room from now on, in preparation for college, and she had not discovered the kittens yet. To his dad he had said that the same shelter they had visited on graduation day had found an empty spot and accepted them.
He had developed a routine - everyday when Patty went out for grocery shopping, he would empty the litter boxes, fill up water and cat feed in the dispensers and brush their fur. He had installed a lock on his door, and made sure to leave it locked whenever he went out.
So far, so good. Nobody knew - not his dad, not Patty, and definitely not his mom, who had only been in the house for two days in the entire span.
The doorbell rang, telling him that Paxton and Trent had arrived to meet the cats.
"Oh, welcome! Ben is upstairs!" he heard Patty tell them.
Footsteps got louder and louder till Trent finally burst through his door.
"Where are they? Where are my nieces?"
"Trent, dude, not so loud man!" Ben warned, but he couldn't stop the smile from coming onto his face.
When he had found them, the two kittens had been on the verge of death. Thin and sickly, with dull fur, they barely had any energy at all, and would stay lying around and yawning all day long. Now, Ben had nursed them back to health, and they were happily climbing up their scratching post.
The only complaint he had was how aloof they stayed all the time. They made absolutely no efforts to return his affection and made no effort to get close to him, and bolted any time he tried to pet them.
He would call them ungrateful, but they weren't humans after all. Perhaps this was just how cats behaved.
"So, what are their names?"
Ben looked at Paxton for a moment before realising - he hadn't named them yet.
"You haven't thought of names yet, have you?"
"Uh, no."
"We'll help."
They both sat down on his bed and began gazing at the cats carefully.
This went on for some time. Just before Ben was about to interrupt, Trent finally spoke up.
"The white one is Taylor and the ginger one is Sadie."
On recieving confused looks, he explained further "She reminds me of Taylor Swift and she reminds me of Sadie Sink. Name your kids after great people and they shall become great themselves."
Before Ben could say anything in reply, the cats noticed that they had visitors in the room and bounded towards Trent. Jumping onto him, they began licking his face.
"Hey! They like the names!"
"Well," Ben said, smiling "Taylor and Sadie it is."
The very next morning they had little silver collars with Taylor and Sadie engraved on them, hanging around their necks.
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Ben stood as if ready to tackle, glaring at the white kitten. Taylor glared back - no one would make her take a bath if she did not want to take a bath.
A moment more of glaring, and Ben jumped onto her. Taylor let out a yowl and shot off towards the bed.
"Come back here, you little rascal! Don't get my bed all muddy!"
But Taylor refused to listen. Jumping on the bed, she left her muddy footprints all over the white sheets.
Ben had accidently left the window cracked open the previous day, and the more mischiveous one of his cats had taken the opportunity to escape out into the rain-filled muddy backyard. Ben had been trying to get her to take a bath in his tub ever since, but getting a cat near water was proving to be more difficult than imagined.
"You were fine with soaking around in the rain yesterday - what's the problem with my tub? It's still water!" he exclaimed as she attempted to run away from between his legs.
She was not succesful, however, for in that second Ben bent over and caught her.
She growled again as he held up her little kicking and squirming frame in victory.
That very moment, the door opened, revealing Patty on the other side.
Ben gulped - he had forgotten to lock the door.
"I can explain-" he began, but he was cut short.
"Oh little prince, did you really think you could keep a cat in this house for two whole months without telling me? Who do you think kept them clean this whole time? Come one, hand them over, I will give them both a bath."
Shocked, Ben handed Taylor over to her.
"Does-does Dad know?"
"Of course! He really liked your 'Best Cat Dad Ever' mug."
As Patty took the kittens away, Ben smiled to himself. So his dad did know him well enough to know his secrets after all.
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The news had put a damper in an otherwise splendid morning.
Ben had grown out of wanting his mother to return home. Now, he didn't feel anything but frustration when she was around, didn't wish for anything but for her to leave. It was better when she was away.
But that morning Patty had told him that she would be returning home for a whole week.
Way to ruin a boy's day.
He was shuffling about his room, reluctantly trying to find his jacket so he could go out and buy something nice for his mother.
Ever since the reveal that both Patty and his father were well aware of his pets, Ben had let them run free in the house. The very first day the two had run across the hall while he was they were eating breakfast, and his father had simply smiled in response.
Now he headed downstairs, calling out to them, but neither of them appeared.
Shrugging it off, he left for the grocery store. A box of chocolates would do nicely, he thought.
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Ben returned home to chaos.
His mother was apprently screaming at someone in the living room.
As he got closer, he could make out the words more clearly.
"How could you let those...those creatures stay in our house Howard? He picked them off the street!"
Of course, the very first thing she did after returning home was berating his pets. Anger bubbled up inside him, but he pushed it back down and entered the room smiling. His father was sitting on the couch, massaging his temples, while Vivian stood in front of him.
"Mom, you're back! I got you chocolates." he said, trying his best to fake happiness, holding out the box.
His mom didn't take it, and instead crossed her arms and glared at him.
"Ben, I told you to get rid of those cats."
"You did."
"But you didn't listen to me! They were in my house! I went to the fridge to get myself water and I found them rolling around on the kitchen floor!"
Ben paused for a moment.
"I wanted to keep them."
"I don't care! I told you to get rid of them! You have to listen to me, I AM YOUR MOTHER!"
Well, it's not like you ever behave like a mother.
"What did you just say?"
Did I say that out loud?
"What did you just say, you ungrateful brat?"
That was what did it. Something inside Ben's chest shattered into pieces. His eyes filled up with tears as he stared straight at his mother, having waited far too long to say what he needed to be said.
"I SAID, you never behave like a mother! You didn't show up to your only son's graduation ceremony, you didn't know that I got admitted into a ivy league, hell , you didn't even know who my girlfriend was! THAT IS NOT HOW MOTHERS BEHAVE! If only you actually had time left for me after all your retreats and spas and treatments, maybe you would realise you know nothing about me!"
Ben did not wait to find out her reaction. He did not turn around to face his dad who was calling his name. He did not look at Patty. He simply bolted up the stairs to his own room.
Locking the door, he jumped onto his bed with shoes still on, and buried himself under the covers. Trying his best to not let the tears fall, he tried to call his cats.
"Taylor? Sadie? Are you there? Taylor?"
Not one peep. They weren't here either.
For the first time in a long time, Ben felt absolutely alone. He had his dad, he had his friends, but he had never had a mom. She was right there, down the stairs, the woman who had given birth to him, but he had never had a mom. And for whatever reason, that was enough to make him feel the way he did.
He lay quietly for some time, not letting a single tear or a single sound escape. He refused to cry.
Suddenly, he felt something weighing down the bed beside him.
Taylor and Sadie both made their way underneath the blanket, finally lying down right beside Ben.
He turned to his side and tried to pat Taylor's fur. He gently touched her with his hand, afraid that she would run away any moment.
But she didn't. Instead, she let out a content purr and curled up into an even smaller ball of fur.
They were here. They were here with him.
He could not hold back the tears any more. But even through the sobs, he began to smile.
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"Take good care of them Patty!" Ben called to his housekeeper as he hugged both of his cats one last time.
"I'll be back for Thanksgiving and Christmas, alright?"
He finally got up to leave when Patty began hounding him about being late to the airport.
He got into the passenger seat beside his dad.
His mom hadn't spoken to him since his outburst that day. He had tried to get a hold of her, but had always come out empty handed.
Still, having let all of it out had left him feeling lighter than ever. This time, he noticed, he didn't really care about his mother's absence.
"I left all the instructions for food and water on a checklist on my desk. Vet visits every month, and -"
"Ben, relax, we got this. You're going to college, be excited."
Ben smiled and looked out the window one last time as the car started, at the two little fur balls that he had come across by accident, who had ended up claiming rather large pieces of his heart.
What's more, they had ended up healing large parts of it as well.
"Yeah, I'm so excited." he said, looking at the road ahead.
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Author's Note : I am so sorry for being SO LATE, but I have an excuse - I kept deleting and re-writing over and over again because this is the first time I'm showing something I've written to someone else. I'll be doing the other two prompts over the next two days as well.
Well, this ended up being sappier than I had thought earlier! Anyways, I always appreciate constructive criticism, but please be kind.
Thank you for reading!
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Since having a baby in June 2021 I haven't been able to eat like I used to. I get uncomfortable after even a fraction of a beer. In December I had my first moderate attack of right-sided burning pains and reflux. I thought some food upset my stomach but it passed by the next morning so I dismissed it as nothing.
I also started exercising shortly after, and got discouraged as every workout would end in sharp burning upper right pain for a couple hours. I'm not sure why that causes flares so bad, but it does.
Then early February I had a horrible attack immediately following my morning coffee. I went to the ER as the pain was so bad I could barely breathe without stabbing pains radiating up my upper right quadrant. I Googled around before I went and when I arrived I told them I think it's my gallbladder. Ultrasound, etc looked fine, no stones. They sent me home. A few weeks later, same thing, once again right after coffee. I went to the ER again with similar results. I started thinking I had a hiatal hernia since everyone insisted the gallbladder was fine. Primary care gave me a bunch of meds for gastritis and told me to eat bland foods, but nothing helped except time for the inflammation to heal.
Finally I saw GI, and they scheduled tests. A few days before my HIDA scan we went out for our anniversary and I decided to say screw it and have something nice. I had about 1/3 of a beer, half a bowl of nice ramen, and puked it all up on the way home. Yay.
HIDA scan in April revealed a slightly low EF rate (33). I also felt like complete garbage and my right side was on fire immediately following the test and it took days to fully recover. The GI doctor acted rather dismissive since it was "borderline" but I'd read enough to insist on a surgeon referral, and he obliged. I've been able to keep attacks down to occasional mild discomfort by drinking lots of water, not touching beer (I miss it ugh) or fatty meats, or strong coffee (weak small cups are ok if preceeded by a glass of water). But the surgeon agreed sensitivities would get worse with time and recommended surgery based on my symptoms.
Every time I have doubts about surgery I remind myself how I'd do literally anything to stop the pain when I've had those attacks. I think my case is probably mild compared to some stories I've read here, but I'm glad I advocated for myself and will (hopefully) be able to return to enjoying food and beverages again soon. The surgeon seems to think I'll be able to bounce back to eating normally very quickly which is very different from what I've read here. I hope she's right but I'll proceed with caution.

I recently got into beekeeping, so I only have two hives at the moment with one being more protective and full than the other. The one that's less full is very calm, I can chill in their hive for a good 40 mins before they start to get upset. Haven't had any issues with them so far except for the fact that they still haven't touched the honey box and seem to despise the plastic which I've read is common. However my other hive, the one I could argue is hyper-productive, is really wild for some reason. Even with smoke, I have about a good 10 mins before they become really pissed off, as well as they seem to be having an incredibly bad issue with wild comb in the lowest brood box which I'm not sure how to really stop.
They're also the same hive that seemed to have a really healthy and productive Queen the first week I had them, but then after my second inspection I saw like 12 Queen cells and a missing Queen.
Is there anything I can do or should I just let nature run it's course to some extent?

Can anyone help demystify the unofficial August FT MBB recruiting before 2nd year? At an M7 in a T2 internship this summer and trying to see if there is a way to best position some type of late summer FT recruiting before the official FT recruiting in Sept. Multiple 2nd yr students mentioned they went thru early recruiting but didn't go into details about HOW one secures this opportunity. I assume it isn't exactly the same as pre MBA diversity recruiting. Any insights greatly appreciated!

Can anyone who played Phantom Hourglass on Drastic tell me how to get past spin attack training. I can’t seem to move the “stylus” fast enough to get it in a complete circle to make a spin attack.

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