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Yellow has been caught next to a body, Red calls a meeting and they all get teleported to the meeting table because of Red hitting the button. Yellow blames Sam for doing that, Red says that he wasn’t able to save her, but Sam points out that he still did save her. The characters don’t know what’s going on. It turns out that Red also needs to travel to another world to talk to Lion. Sam tells Red to bring Lady Red with him, which he agrees to. Red goes to meet with Lion, but there are others already there. The leader says he’s there to pay Lion back for what he did to him, but Red reveals that he’s actually there to speak with Lion’s younger

Alright well on the Grey and Green, for Ebay orders it can only show the ebay item id, and not the name or email. It pulls from completed listings seen in public info, not using the Ebay API. So it looks like Miss Bliss wasn't sent, in Stamps history and is not in ebay, do you think someone else may have gotten it? (since you say "do rememebr completing miss bliss.") And the double message in Chatroom bug should be fixed I manually was looking at things. And collapse/uncollapse should fully function in Orders page. I am up for the day and was asleep, and excess sleep, from working out and figuring out how to get my Doordash working again. I just used knowledge from working in Svelte, to then know how to manually delete cookies and chrome local storage for Doordash, then it let me check out.

Took me over to your house to meet your family Introduce me to them, saying that you'd marry me Then you'd look me in the eye and say, "It's just a joke" Then you'd kiss me and I'd smile, did you even know? When you'd say that kinda thing, I'd be excited Got me hoping maybe one day you would mean it Always thought I'd only make a fool of someone else Now you've only gone and made me make one of myself I guess that flowers aren't just used for big apologies I guess I should've been more conscious how you spoke to me 'Cause when we'd fight, you'd give me space and not communicate And for a while I thought that's what I should appreciate Maybe I was holding onto what I thought you were But when you think too hard, eventually it starts to hurt The version of you in my head, now I know wasn't true Young people fall for the wrong people, guess my one was you I was getting any flight so we could make it work You'd ignore me, coulda told me you were seeing her Kinda hate myself for justifying your mistakes Took a minute but I learned that shit the hard way Who are you to tell me I can't be heartbroken? Babe, you had the chance, the door for you was open If it's what you need to tell yourself to sleep at night Pretend I haven't found a man who finally treats me right I guess that flowers aren't just used for big apologies I guess I should've been more conscious how you spoke to me 'Cause when we'd fight, you'd give me space and not communicate And for a while I thought that's what I should appreciate Maybe I was holding onto what I thought you were But when you think too hard, eventually it starts to hurt The version of you in my head, now I know wasn't true Young people fall for the wrong people, guess my one was you If there's anything I've learned, it's you should watch yourself If it's hurting you, then leave and go and get some help

Listen up y'all, I'll tell you a story 'Bout a time when America was far from glory Back in the days of old, the 1700s Colonial days, life wasn't too trendy Britain was the boss, calling all the shots Taxing everything, the people were distraught Stamp Act, Townshend, Intolerable too Boston Tea Party, what's a patriot to do? Revolutionary War, we fought for our freedom Lives were lost, but the nation was redeemed Redcoats against the colonists, a war so grim We came out on top, America, we win 1775, shot heard 'round the world Lexington and Concord, British troops unfurled Minute Men took a stand, muskets at the ready British on the run, colonists feeling heady Bunker Hill, Declaration of Independence George Washington leading, a man of immense Strength and bravery, Valley Forge in the cold British surrender, victory foretold Revolutionary War, we fought for our freedom Lives were lost, but the nation was redeemed Redcoats against the colonists, a war so grim We came out on top, America, we win Revolutionary War, a time of great change No more British rule, we were finally estranged A new nation born, United States of America Freedom and liberty, the land of opportunity George Washington became our first president The Founding Fathers, their ideas still relevant The Revolution changed the world forevermore And that's the story of the American Revolutionary War Revolutionary War, we fought for our freedom Lives were lost, but the nation was redeemed Redcoats against the colonists, a war so grim We came out on top, America, we win So there you have it, a tale of our past A war for freedom, that forever will last We honor those who fought, those who gave their all For a nation that's still standing, proud and talln

Listen up y'all, I'll tell you a story 'Bout a time when America was far from glory Back in the days of old, the 1700s Colonial days, life wasn't too trendy Britain was the boss, calling all the shots Taxing everything, the people were distraught Stamp Act, Townshend, Intolerable too Boston Tea Party, what's a patriot to do? Revolutionary War, we fought for our freedom Lives were lost, but the nation was redeemed Redcoats against the colonists, a war so grim We came out on top, America, we win 1775, shot heard 'round the world Lexington and Concord, British troops unfurled Minute Men took a stand, muskets at the ready British on the run, colonists feeling heady Bunker Hill, Declaration of Independence George Washington leading, a man of immense Strength and bravery, Valley Forge in the cold British surrender, victory foretold Revolutionary War, we fought for our freedom Lives were lost, but the nation was redeemed Redcoats against the colonists, a war so grim We came out on top, America, we win Revolutionary War, a time of great change No more British rule, we were finally estranged A new nation born, United States of America Freedom and liberty, the land of opportunity George Washington became our first president The Founding Fathers, their ideas still relevant The Revolution changed the world forevermore And that's the story of the American Revolutionary War Revolutionary War, we fought for our freedom Lives were lost, but the nation was redeemed Redcoats against the colonists, a war so grim We came out on top, America, we win So there you have it, a tale of our past A war for freedom, that forever will last We honor those who fought, those who gave their all For a nation that's still standing, proud and tall

let me tell y'all bout this fuck named godlydev fake career, fake love, no talent at all let me tell ya'll bout all of his flaws don't get me started about his ex's and all - dont get me started on all of these "god" quotes let me ask this because i know your a fucking bitch, how did god make you? there was probably a glitch. You a fucking liar, you a fucking snitch all of your builds are shit, yo you need a new niche why you tryna build? you act like a bitch Like a kid from the burbs whose parents are rich speaking of your parents, did they drop you on your head? where's your car at? arent you 22? you must need special ed. Half of the world would be happy if they'd found out you were dead couldn't get with linkmons sister two months later Elijah's ex showed up. Elijah still regrets that shit, man it ain't cooly and yes he got betrayed, yea Devin, he screwed me he cried like a bitch cause he called him family his name was under pressure so he did me dirty but its all hearsay that shit ain't worthy. don't believe Devin he ain't trustworthy so fuck godlydev and what he says if it weren't for Roblox he'd have no friends. but that's not all let me tell you more about this fag named dev. What happened to "The best Club builder on Roblox"? yes, Devin got with Elijah girl but he's still standing here screaming "fuck the free world" if we do the math he's older than Elijah by four and all of my friends wanna run him off, shit i would too that's a punishment worse than the penalty but i do fuck up, sometimes i wanna quit it all, sometimes I wish I wasn't involved at all sometimes i wish we could all say fuck that fag named dev. from the bottom of our heart, man fuck dev.

It was the end of the day and Mark was a bit tired but eager to get on his computer and check the messages on the dating site. In recent days he had sent quite a few messages out to various people and had gotten a few replies. He had done his best to follow up on every single one of them. He wasn't one for Tinder as he was looking for a legitimate, thought out relationship with someone rather than just a quick hook up. Looking at all of the apps that were offered he didn't feel that many were very good. They all seemed to be based around quick relationships and hook ups. Instead he focused his time on building a solid profile and responding on a computer so that he could properly read and respond to each girl. However with the best of intentions things weren't going very well. He went to his messages and found no new replies. Over the course of the last week of the few girls that responded to him fewer and fewer kept the conversation going. Mark had made sure to try different tactics with each one all based on their profiles and messages. The girls that seemed to send longer more thought out messages he went along with and tried his best to have a solid back and forth conversation to get to know them better, these usually lasted a few days before asking for a number or asking them out. The ones with shorter more to the point messages he would jump on within a day. He would even reverse it a few times for good measure. He expected denials but instead would just have the girl drop the conversation entirely, mostly only a few messages in and even before he could ask them out. There was one girl however that he seemed to have hit it off with pretty well, they had been talking for close to a week now and she seemed to share most of his interests and hobbies. It was almost like talking to himself. Earlier in the week he had asked if she wanted to meet up, not long after she had said yes. She went on to say she'd let him know about the weekend. Mark figured if he had to go months of flaky people denying him and ghosting him for one to say yes it might be worth it. However it seemed that he had once again been ghosted. It was Friday now and his last messages to her was on Wednesday saying: "No problem, let me know which day works for you. I'm free the whole weekend and I have a few ideas for places we could go." When she didn't respond to it on Wednesday he followed up with a quick message to try and keep the conversation going in the meantime about one of their shared interests. He had hoped Friday would bring her back to the conversation being the start of the weekend but no. Nothing he could do now, it was pretty obvious the girl on the other side wasn't going to respond. He scrolled through his inbox. It was filled with failures on every level. He closed his web browser and sat there in defeat. He pulled out his phone. Perhaps a change was in order. Maybe he should give apps like Tinder a try, it couldn't hurt. Sure it was more based around hook ups and casual sex but perhaps he could find like minded people on there or try and start something more serious from something casual. He quickly downloaded the app and opened it up. Mark thought to himself, "This is it, right now I'm gonna make a nice, catchy profile but keep it simple. It's going to be good and its going to be appealing. People will swipe right for me and may even initiate the conversation". He opened it up and was prompted to sign in with Facebook. He quickly pressed it and bare bones profile came up. However something was off, where Mark, 27 should be there was Melissa, 22. And instead of his Facebook profile's picture there was a hot blonde in a skimpy dress showing off her big ass with a duck face. Mark couldn't help but laugh, he quickly signed out of it and tried again. However it was the same thing when he signed back in. This was getting weird. He uninstalled the app and reinstalled it. Same thing. What the fuck? As unlikely as it sounded maybe this chick used his phone to check her Facebook and forgot to sign out. He opened up Facebook and sure enough a Melissa account popped up. He scrolled through the account. This girl was smoking hot but didn't have much else going on. Her account was filled with stupid status' ranging from how she can't find the right guy to saying how horny she was. She seemed to have no filter or she was fishing for a fuck. As hot as it was this Melissa was not what Mark was into. Any of his friends would ridicule him for that sort of sentiment but he just wasn't interested. He quickly signed out of the account and attempted to sign into his but was unable. He tried resetting his password but it said his email didn't match any accounts. What was going on? During all of this Mark didn't take notice that he was beginning to change. Fixated on trying to troubleshoot his social media problems he had failed to realize that his hair was now the same color blonde and was slowly inching down towards his shoulders. Mark shut his phone off and turned it back on. Before he could do anything Tinder reopened to this Melissa's profile. There were more pictures now of her. They were all very seductive or slutty ranging from her laying ass up on a beach in a small bikini to her taking a selfie in a bathroom mirror in nothing but a towel. Mark was getting a little nervous something was going on. He put his phone down and stood up, that's when he felt his hair hit against him. He quickly moved his hand and felt it. Immediately he ran to the bathroom and looked into the mirror. Starring back at him was the face of Melissa. Holy fuck! How could he not have felt this? His face was now so soft, so clean. His eyes were now light blue and surrounded by eyeliner. His lips were small but plump, a light pink lipstick on them. This wasn't good, this couldn't be happening. How was this possible? Suddenly he felt a slight tingling in this throat and before he could figure out what it was his Adam's Apple was gone. Mark knew what that meant. He had to do something. Tinder! That's what was causing all of this, at least it was what likely started it. He ran back to his phone which now was in a pink phone case with a tassel of beads hanging from a small loop on one of the corners. He picked it up and opened it. His background was now Melissa on a beach hugging another girl. Both of their breasts pushing up against one another. No! Mark thought, this has to stop now! He pressed down on Tinder and deleted it. The icon disappeared only for it to reappear immediately. He tried again, it just kept reinstalling. Shit this was bad. He suddenly felt like his view was lowering, sure enough he was losing height. He went from 6'1 to 5'4 in a matter of moments. What can I do? I need to do something! Mark thought to himself. Panic was beginning to set in. An idea. He quickly went to his computer and woke it up. His background another slutty beach picture. He went to his dating site and sure enough his account had changed also to that of Melissa's. He quickly read through her information. This girl was only out for sex. Her profile told basic information about her. She worked at a salon and in her spare time loved going to bars, dancing, clubbing and concerts. He scrolled down to the looking for section "guys ages 21-40 for new friends, sex and short term dating. Mark began to really panic now. Quickly he tried to edit the page info back to his old one but each time he finished a section and saved it would revert back to Melissa's. He opened up Tinder again and her profile was filled out now. Heyyyy I'm Melissa. I work at a salon and am an expert at all things makeup. I lovvveee going to clubs, bars and concerts. I'm just a party girl at heart :) <3 Give me your best pickup lines. Buy me drinks and take me to a show and I promise to make it up to you ;) If you treat me right your biggest concern should be your place or mine? As Mark read this he felt his whole body begin to burn. It was getting really hot and his clothes started to hurt on his skin. He tried to resist it but relented after a moment. Quickly he stripped all of them off and felt immediate relief. To his horror though as he looked down he couldn't see a single hair on his body. His legs and arms were now slim and smooth and he had a perfect hourglass figure. He looked up and saw that his room was now adorned with girls clothing, makeup and pictures of Melissa and her friends. "No! No! Stop, please stop!" Mark picked up his laptop and threw it to the floor. It smashed and broke into numerous pieces. He went to his phone to do the same but saw that his laptop was back on his desk in perfect condition. His dating profile open to the inbox which was filled with new messages. Mark couldn't help but take a look. They were all filled with "Hey baby" and "Damn you're sexy". Nothing even remotely civil or nice. These guys were treating Melissa like a slut... because she was one. No! Mark slammed the laptop shut and stepped back only to trip onto his bed. He landed on it but felt that his ass had absorbed the most of it. He turned over and saw that it was now enormous. "I didn't want this!" He felt a tingle in his groin as his penis slowly withered away as it was replaced with a wet but well manicured vagina. Mark started to feel funny. He felt heavy in the chest and sure enough two D breasts slowly rose out of him. "No, I didn't even want to use Tinder. Please don't change me into her! I don't want to be a slut! I just wanted a girlfriend! I just wanted..." Mark suddenly felt different, almost lighter. All of what he was concerned and focused on before was gone. All that was worrying her now was what, or who, she was doing tonight and what she was going to wear. Melissa laid in her bed. It was Friday night and no one had asked her out! Was she not pretty enough? She was certainly horny enough, why hadn't any guys messaged her yet? She looked to her phone next to her and opened up Tinder. Her profile was good but it was missing something. A catchy picture. She thought for a second and then figured what she'd do. She lifted the phone up above her and covered her bare tits with her free hand. She smirked and took the picture. No that didn't come out right. She tried a few more times and finally found the right one. Quickly she added it to her profile and began swiping right on only the hot guys. In no time she had a bunch of matches. The first one was from some sort of ripped jock named Derek who messaged "I don't know what your initials are but mine are DTF". She replied "Really?" He quickly responded with "Oh yeah you know it." Melissa smiled and responded with "We'll why don't you come over here and prove it, here's my address. I'll be waiting". She closed the phone and stood up. Now, what was she going to wear when this guy showed up. After all she wanted to make it hard for him. That was half the fun.

"You can touch them. Or me. I don't mind, Master," Ahsoka said, throwing all caution to the wind in the heat of the moment. "I know you like me like that. You always get so protective when some of the guys in the 501st tease me - so does Rex. And Master Obi-Wan. I always feel so safe with you. But ... I wouldn't mind feeling some other way with you, too." Anakin was blinking a lot, all of the sudden. It was not as though he hadn't thought about it, of course - marriage aside, Padme knew he had forays with other partners since their private ceremony on Naboo; she even probably knew that he'd used sex as a bargaining tool, and probably would again. It was not something their relationship had had specific boundaries set up regarding, as such, but at some point, Anakin could fuzzily recall appreciating that Padme received sexual release from her handmaidens on a fairly regular basis. Sex with anyone else was really just a placeholder until they could see each other again. And yet, it was different with Ahsoka. She was technically legal in the Core System, now, and more significantly so in the Outer Rim, where child slavery was all but commonplace, and at her age, Anakin had done much worse than sleep with (well, fuck) his Master. At the same time, there was something innocent about Ahsoka, something a bit naive that growing up in bondage on Tatooine seemed to have milked out of him. Ahsoka was spirited and cute, and Anakin wasn't sure he could forgive himself for taking that away from her. Sometimes, it was nice to have her sunny outlook when things were otherwise very grim. Sensing his hesitance, Ahsoka, in a true act of desperation, shoved her hands underneath her breasts, lifting them up as if in offering. For good measure, she thumbed her nipples, and Anakin could see her bite her lip as the feeling traveled to her groin. "Mmf," she offered, and then smiled meekly at him. It took Anakin two long strides to reach the tub. He kneeled carefully in front of it, and in front of the tiny Togruta girl who looked at him excitedly as if she had gotten her way. Unable to resist completely, Anakin reached out with his real hand and cupped one of her breasts, and then the other, flicking at Ahsoka's nipples a few times. She moaned at him wantonly, and Anakin could see her spread her legs in the water slightly. He smiled and stroked her cheek. "You're very pretty, Snips," he murmured, and Ahsoka's smile flagged a little as she seemed to brace herself for disappointment. "I just ... can't do it yet. I'm sorry. I just don't think you're ready yet." Ahsoka's eyes were wide, and Anakin was terrified that she would start crying. "I thought that you thought I was a good Padawan," she said, her voice nary above a whisper. "Did I do something wrong?" "Of course not," Anakin assured her. He moved his hands away, not wanting her to continue getting the wrong idea. "when the time is right," he offered again vaguely; "When you're ready, I will be ready." He stood and walked towards the door. Ahsoka harrumphed. "So when will that be?" she demanded, a tiny bit sexually charged at this point, and more than a little frustrated at what she perceived as her Master's apathy.