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As much as I like this man, I know that, long-term, this is a huge physical incompatibility and I don’t want to pursue anything further knowing this. What is the best way a woman could break things off with you in this type of situation?
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2022.01.20 05:00 Jack-Fitch Is There Anyone Out There That Likes Any Of My Content?

Hey everyone, I just wanted to ask an important question that’s been on my mind lately. I just want to know if there’s maybe just one person who exists out there who’s probably a fan of anything I make on the internet whether it’s something on YouTube or on Reddit.
I know I’m not perfect and I know I’m no DXFan619 but I do believe I try articulating how I feel the best I can about everything. Personally, I actually think my Reddit posts are higher in quality really rather than my YouTube videos because I think on Reddit, I speak more coherently and the thing about my YouTube videos is that they have no production value at all while Reddit posts are way easier to make and just require writing skills.
That being said, I’ll leave that for any of you to decide which of my content is honestly better if you have a preference. It doesn’t matter to me if even if you just like my stuff regardless anyways so it’s not a big deal.
I guess my main question is just is there anyone out there who likes my content literally at all? I just want to know an answer to that question.
I’d be happy even if only one person out of all 7 Billion people in this world said that they were a fan of my content at all. I just want to know if it’s even possible my content is enjoyed by anyone. That’s all I really want to know.
I just would like to know if there’s anyone maybe who agrees with my views on anime or games or whatever. If it’s possible at all, I’d like to just know.
Thanks to anyone out there who gives a chance to answer this question and I’ll be ever more thankful for even one person who likes any of my content. Thank you so much.
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2022.01.20 05:00 bnstr Race postponed. Wat do?

I am currently on my HM training block with 7 weeks to go (March 13th race). Unfortunately, I have received word that the race has been rescheduled to May 29th.
Do I pause my training block, just pick up where I left off nearer the new race date and just go on easy runs to maintain mileage?
Or do I just continue the training plan in its entirety and just do anothetruncated one afterwards?
Appreciate your thoughts.
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2022.01.20 05:00 lauraborealous Hi, socially awkward 30f looking to make new friends

I am a crafty person, my current hobby is sewing though I don't claim to be good at it. I also crochet and paint occasionally.
Other things I like are watching Disney movies, anime, especially Studio Ghibli movies, reading, animals, plants and gardening. I play my Switch so much, Pokémon and Stardew Valley are probably my favorites but currently playing Ace Attorny Chronicles.
I like to be outside when it's warm, hiking and camping, kayaking when I can.
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2022.01.20 05:00 LaDeckard Come Home Pepperoni

I've always been the kid that asked my parents if I could acquire a dog since I was a child. When I was told "no" because I was "not ready" for the duty, it was always a letdown and so you can imagine my delight when, on my 11th birthday, my parents blindfolded me and brought me outside to the backyard to meet my very own dog.
He was a dachshund, small, elongated, and odd in appearance, yet I adored him. Pepperoni was the name I came up with for him and Pepperoni was all I had hoped for in a dog. Pepperoni was simple to train, obedient, and always ate any of my mother's foods that I didn't care for. I walked him every morning before school, and I always made sure to secure the rear gate before leaving. To say the least, my folks were blown away by the things I would do for Pepperoni.
However, one frigid fall morning, I overslept and was rushing to go to school. My parents had both gone to work, so I had no one to wake me up. I couldn't afford another absence, so I fumbled my belongings and shoved handfuls of cereal into my teeth as Pepperoni whined at the back door. I figured he needed to go outside, so I just opened the door and let him out like he normally did after our walks. I assumed he'd be OK out there for the day, he wasn't the most energetic of dogs and I assumed he would tire and sleep, so I opted to leave him outdoors while I dashed to class.
When I arrived home, I immediately sensed something was amiss. My mother was waiting for me in the kitchen with her arms crossed and a dissatisfied expression on her face.
She said, "Did you let Scout outside?"
I began to perspire. The look of my mother showed me that something wasn't quite right, "Uh, sure, why? Is everything alright?"
She didn't say anything and simply shook her head. As I raced out into the backyard, I got a pit in my gut because I couldn't see Pepperoni. As my incredulity turned into remorse and sadness, tears began to stream down my cheeks. I saw the gate that I typically secure after walking Pepperoni was slightly ajar as I looked over. Pepperoni had vanished, and it was entirely my fault. I cast my gaze off into the trees beyond the gate. The leaves of the towering trees were stirred by a gentle breeze. I walked back inside, my head down in shame. As I climbed the stairs and shut the door to my room, my mother said nothing to me.
Days passed into weeks, weeks into months, and Pepperoni was nowhere to be found. I had done everything, from posting lost dog signs to exploring the neighbouring forests and neighbourhoods outside mine.
At this time, I had given up hope. As others began to prepare for the holiday season, feeling warm and cosy by their fireplaces, I just felt chilly. I made a point of seeing the first snowfall of the year. Pepperoni would have loved watching the snowfall from the window, I thought to myself. As the sun went away, I placed my nose against the cool glass of my window and watched as the first snowflakes dropped, leaving a thin covering of white on the ground.
But, as I was doing so, I noticed something coming from the trees' darkness. A mysterious small hairy creature emerged from the woods slowly and stealthily, making its approach toward my house. I felt a shiver run down my spine as it came closer. The hairs on the back of my neck stood on edge as I thought about it. The figure was small, elongated, and slow, and it seemed familiar. Pepperoni, was it my Pepperoni? But something wasn't quite right. He limped and didn't walk like a dog. It seemed as if someone had connected an invisible leash to him and was pulling him towards me. Regardless of the peculiarities, I was unconcerned.
I raced down the stairs and flung open the door, anxious to see my Pepperoni once again. My pleasure, however, was met with silence from his end. Pepperoni walked up the porch stairs and over to me at the door, emotionless. He walked right by me, hardly even looking at me. When his body brushed against my leg, I had the same cold sensation all over again. Pepperoni had no reaction to seeing me; he just slithered over to his bed, which I had refused to allow my parents to take away and sat there. He didn't move, he didn't sleep, he didn't blink he was simply... there on the bed.
My family and I were thrilled to have Pepperoni back, despite his apparent strange behaviour; it was a Christmas miracle. But as time went on, I began to notice some odd behaviour from him. All of our previous activities seemed to have lost their appeal for him. He no longer wanted to go on daily walks, refused to be leashed, and refused to eat any of the food we offered him, no matter how delicious. But the strangest thing about him was how he would disappear for hours at a time during the day. No matter how sure we were that he couldn't get out, he'd always be barking at the barred gate near the woods as night set, pleading to be allowed back in.
Things took a turn for the worst one morning. As I made my breakfast as usual, I gazed out the window as I waited for my food to cook. But when I did so, I saw that there were small black things strewn over the backyard, out of curiosity I went out to find out what it was, and to my horror, I found mutilated squirrels, birds, and other critters lying in clumps in the yard. They were so mutilated that I couldn't even tell one from the other and I recoiled at the sight of the animals' naked bones laying in the crimson snow. Their skin had torn away from their bones and lay adjacent to them. I shook my head and went back inside, but before me mutilated stood behind the glass doorway to walk inside, his dark, thin figure appreciating the labour he did for me.
That night, I lay in bed, trying to get the pictures of the carcasses out of my head. When Pepperoni began barking from the hallway, I was startled. As he got out of bed, I heard my father cursing. He walked up to my door and opened it, "Son, the only way Pepperoni will stop barking tonight is if we sleep with the doors open."
I nodded drowsily and went back to sleep.
Later that night, I awakened again. My room was completely black except for the dim illumination from the clock next to my bed, which I paid barely any attention to. I slid away from it and turned to face the wide corridor. When I saw a shadowy figure looking back at me, lit only by the low nightlight in the corridor, my heart sank. Pepperoni it was, but the way he seemed to look into my eyes with each passing second made my thoughts race with fear. Images of the mangled animals in the yard flashed through my mind.
As I returned Pepperoni’s stare, I began to feel nauseous. When my father started coughing in his room, the tension was broken. But, while I remained focused on Pepperoni, his attention shifted to the sound of my father coughing. Only his neck turned, which was the only part of his body that moved. The sound of bone hitting bone and tendons snapping was horrifying, but Pepperoni didn't flinch. His body was still facing me, but his head was now facing the opposite way. I wiped my eyes in amazement, but he was gone when my sight returned.
That night, I didn't get much sleep and Pepperoni’s bed was vacant in the morning. I kept telling myself it was a dream, a delusion, anything to persuade myself it wasn't true what I witnessed last night. As the last of the winter sun faded, I heard the typical foreboding barking at the house's back gate.
The next night, time appeared to move at a glacial pace. To avoid seeing any stranger behaviour from Pepperoni, I hid beneath my covers and refused to allow myself to peek down the corridor. I just closed my eyes for a fraction of a second, yet I was fast asleep. I'm not sure when I regained consciousness, but there was a distinct metal fragrance in the air when I did. I didn't like it when my inhales were oddly warm and humid and, on my neck, I could feel a stream of warm air that tickled as it came in breathes. When I opened my eyes, I was face to face with Pepperoni who stood on my chest. My entire body became rigid, and a gurgle formed in the bottom of his throat as he stood inches away from my horrified face.
The metal air flooded my lungs as his putrid breath overpowered me. However, a vehicle alarm went off outside the window at precisely the right time. Pepperoni’s head shifted quickly to face it and his head was twisted at an angle it shouldn't have been at once again, but this time I was certain it was reality.
His sharp nails dug into my chest as he dashed off my bed. His feet fiercely scratched the hardwood floorboards as he ran down the stairs. In a chilly sweat, I sat up. This was no longer my dog and I dashed into my parents' room and switched on the light to alert them, but as I did so, I was confronted with a scene that could only have come from hell.
My parents, or what remained of them, lay in a pool of their own blood on the bed, their clothes and bodies torn apart. I vomited on the floor after shifting my attention to their heads, their features had been completely devoured. Their eyeballs were eaten in half and dangled from their sockets. As the sickening aroma of open flesh assaulted my nostrils, I puked once again.
I had no idea what to think or do; all I knew was that whatever that monster was that assumed the shape of my dog wasn't Pepperoni. I moved away from the blood on my parents' bed and started wailing hysterically. Then it struck me, I wouldn't be unarmed against Pepperoni, and I ran over to the closet, I searched aimlessly until I came across my father's shotgun at the back behind some clothes.
I felt a bit better now that I had the shotgun in my hands, but not by much. My only previous encounter with firearms was when my father took me shooting a few years back, where I only fired a single pistol shot. I braced myself and dashed out of my parents' room to the stairwell, where Pepperoni stood at the bottom, panting, gazing at me. Bloody pawprints led down the stairs to where he was standing. I primed the shotgun and fired bullets down at him, but the severe recoil caused me to lose control. In my confusion, Pepperoni dashed, and I ran after him, I heard glass break. He'd smashed open the backdoor and dashed into the woods.
I pursued him with zeal, seeking vengeance for my parents. My father's shotgun had a spotlight connected to the barrel, which was fortunate for me. I directed it to the ground and used it to light up the route ahead of me. I'd lost track of Pepperoni for quite some time and was now relying on the bloody paw print imprints in the snow as a trail.
As I moved farther into the woods, I began to experience an overpowering sense of dread. I didn't know what type of "thing" I was up against and the pictures of my parents dead in their beds burnt into my consciousness flashed before me again, these thoughts immediately vanished as the footprints were becoming more difficult to follow, and their distinctive red colour was fading, but I refused to give up.
I came to a halt to recover my breath, inhaling deeply the cool night air. I became aware that I was shivering, since I was only wearing my underpants. It was completely silent all around me. But while I stood there regaining my breath, I became aware of a tiny sound that was becoming increasingly loud. It had a scratchy tone to it and came in short bursts. I shifted my gaze to my left, where I assumed it was coming from, and pointed the shotgun's barrel in that direction.
I was surprised to find a deer fighting to breathe as it lay in the snow. A large and cruel piece was removed from its neck and as it lay still on the snow, its body began to tremble. Its wound gushed bright crimson blood, its warmth melting the snow on the ground. It didn't take me long to figure out who was behind it.
I continued jogging alongside the tracks, weeping and frightened. The tracks gradually dissolved into the snow after what seemed like just a few minutes. I didn't know what to do, so I flashed the shotgun barrel in front of me for any signals. I was surprised to find myself at the cave's opening, which I had never seen before. Even with the illumination, I couldn't see much of what was within.
I crept in slowly, keeping the shotgun directed ahead of me, expecting the small figure of Pepperoni to lunge at me at any minute to put an end to my misery. The further I went, the more terrified I became. From someplace in the cave, I could hear a pouring sound on a regular basis. Goosebumps appeared on my neck and limbs as the air became damp and chilly, I turned when I heard movement to my right and fired the shotgun into the darkness.
I breathed a sigh of relief when I realized it was simply a squirrel scurrying across the cave floor. When the light from my shotgun's barrel revealed more than just the squirrel, my relief was immediately replaced with terror. Giant symbols were painted all over the walls, stick men holding spears, fire, all kinds of animals and a central symbol that resembled two arrows parallel, but going in different directions. I saw the symbols were etched with blood as I looked closer and as I observed the mounds of varied bones all over the cave's edges, my eyes dilated with fear. When I realized that some of the bones were human remains, my heart skipped a beat.
I heard a snarl from the cave's darkness before I could make sense of it all. My hands shook violently as I shone the spotlight in its direction. The snarling went on for a little more, but I couldn't see anything. I coughed for a minute as I inhaled the musty air, as I began to breathe again, I noticed a pair of crimson eyes stared at me from the depths. The eyes began to move quickly all of a sudden, I barely caught a fleeting glimpse of the monster as it rushed into view of my rifle barrel illumination. The thing was none other than my Pepperoni, distorted, ugly, and coated in blood.
He rushed up to me, his teeth bared, and he lunged at me. I instinctively pulled the trigger, turned aside, and prepared myself for the assault ahead. As I stood there, prepared to die, time seemed to slow down. Even though it never arrived, the remainder of the experience was surreal. I took a deep breath and turned around to see what I had done, Pepperoni writhed in agony on the cave floor a few feet away. As he craned his neck to look at me, he grumbled, and blood gushed from the wound in his chest where I had shot him.
Something weird happened as his life drained from him. I don't know why, but I became overtaken with emotion as I stared at my dying dog, the one that had given me so much sorrow and heartbreak. My skin began to feel heated, my brow wrinkled uncontrollably, my muscles tensed, and my heart began to beat. I was completely enraged by even the tiniest sound. Oh, how the squeaking squirrels formerly inaudible squeak energised me with rage! With an innate instinct, I targeted in the dark and as it slumped to the ground, I blasted shotgun rounds in its direction and chuckled.
I'm not sure what possessed me, but I felt compelled to capture the squirrel. It was dead, limp, and covered in blood as I held it in front of me. I'm not sure why, but I felt compelled to step over to the cave wall and touch its lifeless remains over the symbols that were already there. I grinned as a flood of pleasure rushed through my veins.
It was finally done, yet it seemed like only the beginning to me.
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