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Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
British (England - Liverpool, Manchester, Lancashire, Cheshire) British (General)Transcript
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Everything changed the night I saw the Burning Man fall from the sky. I've been reading well past a reasonable hour the white eyelet quilt tented over my iPhone to block any escaping light. Even though my father was already tucked away in bed dreaming of new ways to make me safer, the cell phone was a compromise. I added extra music lessons to my scarce free time in exchange for a phone. It was a win win for Father the few hours a day I wasn't with him or sheltered in the safety of my pink and ivory room decorated by a prestigious designer to guilt my cage, I was now instantly accessible. My life had been so different only four years ago, when we first moved to the States, life in London had been even lonelier. Everything about me was different from my American peers, starting, but certainly not ending with my accent. Earth to see. Sorry, What were you saying? What's the laughing about? Or do I want to know? Christ, your mind is quick. People will see me as they want to see me, but never before in my whole life, he told her. If I had a person who wanted to see me as good. How do you know? I have not lain with the harlot. She answered him honestly. You would not take such advantage of someone who had been so wounded. How would you know how I deal with wounded things? You heal the best. How do you know? You never saw me. Let it loose. Brawl. You know I killed the thing and had it for my dinner. You did not. How do you know? Because you told me I understood his anger. But where was that boy? I had known. He's killed a dozen people and twice that on the island. The fact that he didn't kill the professor hardly makes him innocent. Why are you so desperate to protect him? Because he protected me. I thought this is the story of the fairy Maleficent. Not the story you think you know. Not the one that starts with a curse and ends with a dragon. No, this is what really happened. And while it may have a curse and a dragon, it has much more. For it is a story of lost love, found friendships and ultimately the power of a single kiss. Not all of the fair focus small. Some are as big as we are. Some have wings and some don't, but they all have pointy ears reaching up. The boy rubbed his own ears. His eyes grew wide. Think I'm one. Let me see those ears. No, not pointy and no wings, either. You're just a boy. This time, the deception can be pinned down, more or less conclusively. Cecil had been given a transcript of the French version of the document by the Scots. This is proved by the handwriting, which belongs to one of the clerks accompanying Murray's delegation. The same hand can be seen in the delegations, official papers and reports, and when compared to that of this transcript, they are identical. But when the clerk prepared the transcript, whether on his own initiative or on Murray's instructions, the word per was rendered as a pair meet became father, meaning Lennox Donnelly's father. The fact that Lennox was at Glasgow and not Kirk a field on February 7th does not seem to have worried the Lord's. The transcript was then given to sizzles clerk to translate into English, and, not surprisingly, he construed it thus and watch well, if the birds shall fly out of his cage or without his father. This was too much even for Cecil. He was a brilliant linguist who had won accolades for languages. As a student at ST John's College, Cambridge, he knew the metaphor of the Turtle Dove, which was repeatedly used in literature. When he spotted the sleight of hand. He struck out the word father in his clerks translation and wrote Mate above it. This obliterated the innuendo and should have called everything else into question. But for the fact that Cecil wanted so badly for Mary to be incriminated, he either could not see or else chose to ignore the wider implications of the deception. At night I see her and the mystery continues a magic stairs inside me. Not even my friends know we seek a place where we're no longer unloved. Cast off, damaged a place of secrets. These are the pieces. These are the clues. This is the puzzle, a dream within a dream. These are the ghosts of the past and what is to come. And now the truth unfolds before me, the secrets to a power that will change our world forever.