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2024.11.16 14:38 Used-Painting5861 Should I take another booster shots?

Hello! 19M from PH
Type of exposure: Possible bat bite
Type of animal: Bat?
Vaccination History: Got 3 doses of PVRV in May 11, 13, and 21 no RIG because they considered it Category 2. I got scratched by my vaccinated cat last September 6, so I got booster shot on September 11 but they only gave me ONE. Total of 4 doses (3 PEP, 1 Booster.) all shots happened this year, 2024.
Yesterday about 6 or 7 PM when I woke up, I felt a stinging sensation on my right hand. And when I go to the lighted part of our house, I saw a 2 dot like blood and that area of the skin has reddened so I put some alcohol on it and the blood washed away. I saw that there are 2 wounds about 3-4 mm apart from each other and not deep. It was a shallow one but just enough to make it bleed.
I immediately think about a bat because I slept in a hammock outside. I vaguely remember that I scratched this myself but I’m not really sure because I was sleeping. I didn’t see any bat/s though.
In my case, should I need to take the boosters again and push the doctors to make it 2 this time?
This is my case. Thankyou and have a good Day/Night!

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2024.11.16 14:37 realme_9115 [L] Going through the Worst day

I’m generally things that I’m mentally strong, but recently things are happening in my life made me doubt that, for the past few months I’m facing some financial issue, my current employer is not paying me well and I’m looking for another opportunity but nothing is hitting. I want to support my family but with my current salary I’m not able to give whatever they want so I take small loans and so. And Currently I’m in the a worst phase of my relationship my partner always looks down on me, always think I’m not good enough. And today due to some small accedent bc of my my mother fell down and had some small scratches and it made me feel like trash.
I want to upskill myself to get a better job but I’m not able to, I want to get out of my current relationship but I’m not able to become of some small commitment we have made for coming months. I’m just feel so stuck and so I just sleep to get away from all this.

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2024.11.16 14:36 Meimomiester Irritated dog skin

2024.11.16 14:35 mikruska It’s getting harder to cope

He broke it off in june. We didn’t talk since the breakup, nothing. I never saw him afterwards. He was my first real relationship and we even lived together for some time. At the beginning it wasn’t so bad, I was focused on work and school, I went to my mom’s house for a whole month. I lost a lot of weight but it was okay because it helped with my confidence. I started missing him more on a vacation that we were supposed to go to together. I miss his laugh, his smell, his hugs. I see him as a perfrct person, he’s like I made him from scratch. Never have I found a person more attractive than him, and my friends don’t agree, so I know I’m biased. I started working out, I’ve been consistant, I’ve got some muscle on my bones now. I eat healthy. I delated all my social media. I’m working on myself. Yesterday I was on a date because I want to put myself out there (my ex is also on dating apps which really messed me up) and the guy was cool and we had fun but today I’m crying over my ex again. Does it ever get better? Men who are flirting with me, and who have serious intentions, are in much better positions in life than my ex, but I just don’t find myself attracted to them at all. And it’s not because of their looks. I’m so heartbroken it physically hurts, and it’s been almost 6 months. I feel like I’m losing my mind. We fought a lot, he was mean to me sometimes, but I was very depressed while we were together and I know my mental health ruined our relationship. I don’t want to break no contact because I know he doesn’t want me back, but I’m so sad and I miss him so so so much. My friends don’t want to listen to me anymore, and I can’t believe I had to post on here, but my emotions are so overwhelming. I don’t even care if he sees this, he should.

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2024.11.16 14:33 idk_im_bored_af Am i cooked?

I just got scratched,and when i was replacing my bandage i saw “amputate” (im playing with the only cure rebuilt),does this mean im cooked? Or does this show up anytime you have been scratched,or is it kinda an early alarm bell?

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2024.11.16 14:33 Zenjutsu2k172 First build ever

Hello everyone! Before I begin, I would like to thank Moomin Boomin, from Discord PCMR Staff who have helped me and guided me through every step and process of building a pc and even before it, to choosing the Correct PC Parts, up until setting up the PC Itself, Bios, uv/oc of gpu and everything else. But most importantly dealing so patiently with my anxious and paranoid thoughts and questions i kept asking every time I saw a different video or guide and he has taught me a lot. I have now built my first desktop ever, it is an m-ATX build, and safe to say it was pretty fun, but egregiously long… It took me 10 hours to build, not even kidding… The bane of my existence that day was the CPU Cooler and PSU mounting bracket. The CPU Cooler mainly because it kept popping up from one side every time i tried to screw it down contemporaneously… The PSU Bracket was not as bad, it’s just that there was this piece I needed to unscrew and I unfortunately could not see that. And after many cries of despair trying to set the cpu cooler, and many many scratches on my hand because of the spikes in the back of the mobo. I finally was able to put everything together, the final piece was the GPU. I had little to no space, so I had to rely all my strength into my index fingers to hold and push down the GPU. The cable management is, blasphemous do not ask or talk about it. But for a first timer, i’m happy with the job I did The parts are as follows: Case: Lian-li a3 m-ATX (black) Mobo: B650m Gaming x ax CPU: Ryzen 7800x3d Cpu cooler : Thermalright PS120 SE Ram: Pariot Memory Viper Venom 32GB (16×2) 6000mhz CL36 Kit (there were no CL30 Available + it doesn’t really matter so no need to go about that discussion really) SSD: Lexar NM790 4TB SSD PSU: MSI MPG A850G PCIE5 Fans: 5 Arctic P12 Max 120mm (ended up swapping 2 of these with the CPU cooler’s for better cooling/less noise) And last but not least, the Graphics Card: Nvidia RTX 4080 Super Gainward OC (Panther version) In the end, it has been very fun, my temps are really cool, and I’m really happy with the job I have done and how cool it runs. Oh yeah also. No RGB at all, apart from GPU but cannot be seen. submitted by Zenjutsu2k172 to pcmasterrace [comments]

2024.11.16 14:32 Inside_Ad7972 Paranoid ? Or just plum crazy !

My soon to be husband and father of my unborn child came home from a party which he had been drinking at tonight with these long scratches down his back that he didn’t have when he got home from work today so should I be worried he has never been the one to do anything resembling cheating we have been together for almost two years now and we have a baby on the way in less than 2 months I wish I could post the picture of his back but I can’t

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2024.11.16 14:30 Moist-Cup-6423 Scratch ticket lottery games?

Are there any simulator games that revolve around / have a lottery scratcher feature? If so suggestions would be appreciated, thank you.

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2024.11.16 14:28 rt7769 Scratch repair cost….

Does anyone here know roughly how much it might cost to fix these scratches (have posted two photos – one very close up)? Thank you in advance submitted by rt7769 to CarTalkUK [comments]

2024.11.16 14:28 gore-and-grit In This Town, The Punishments Are Worse Than the Crime [Part 2]

By the time dinner rolls around, my excitement has fully kicked in. The nerves are gone—no more worrying about Charlie or whether I’ll get caught. I can’t wait to tell my parents about what happened today. It feels like the kind of thing they’ll be proud of.
“So,” Dad says, spearing a piece of steak with his fork, “What did we learn in school today?”
I grin, finally letting it out. “Charlie came to our classroom!”
“Did he now?” Dad raises an eyebrow, setting his fork down and wiping his mouth. “Did you look at him? Talk to him?”
“Nope!” I say proudly, puffing out my chest. “He tried real hard to trick me, too. He came right up to my desk, but I didn’t say a word.”
“Good job, buddy,” Dad says, giving me a high five. He smiles, but it’s a tired kind of smile. “Proud of you.” I slap his hand, going for more macaroni. I chew for a second, then I remember.
“Oh, but Alice sneezed and said thank you. He got her.”
No one says anything for a moment, nothing but chewing and the sound of forks and knives scraping plates. Mom takes a sip of water and then places her glass back on the wooden table before speaking.
“That poor girl. Didn’t her parents teach her anything?” Mom sighs, shaking her head as she cuts into her food. “They probably coddled her too much.”
Dad nods. “She should’ve known better.”
Mom sighs again, then smiles at me. “It’s unfortunate, but the rules are the rules for a reason. You did good today, sweetie.”
I nod along, feeling more certain now. Alice deserved it. She should have known better. She broke the rules.
I imagine Alice won’t be herself anymore. I’ve never met anyone who’s gotten caught by Charlie and lived. They usually never come back to school, I doubt they even leave their homes. But I picture she’ll be the way he left her forever. She’ll be like the dolls my sister used to have—the super creepy ones where the eyes were supposed to blink but sometimes one got stuck, so it just stared at you, even when you shook it around and tried to force it closed with your fingers.
“Speaking of,” Dad leans back in his chair, “did they ever find that girl’s body? The one who broke Rule Two?”
“No,” Mom passes the salad, which I avoid. “But it’s no surprise. Hopefully, the next one’s smarter.”
“Nothing interesting happen to you?” I ask Jamie, my sister, who’s been extra quiet today. She just shrugs, pushing around her food.
“We saw something strange today too.” Dad begins, pulling Mom into a story about flickering street lights and his annoying boss. But dinner feels strange. Not just because of Charlie—Charlie days are always weird—but because of Jamie.
She’s barely said a word the whole meal which is so unlike her. Normally, she’d be cracking wise about Dad’s jokes, even though she swears they’re bad, but I think they’re hilarious. Or she’d make fun of me for putting ketchup on everything. She should be flicking peas at me and acting like she knows everything about everything. But tonight? She’s barely touched her food, just staring at it like she’s forgotten what a fork is for. Her lips are pressed tight, eyes fixed on her plate as if she’s trying to remember the last time she was hungry—or when food seemingly stopped being something she cared about.
Mom doesn’t notice—or if she does, she doesn’t say anything. Dad doesn’t either. They keep talking about their day, about some boring teacher meeting, the men in white stopping by, the talking trees—random town stuff. Maybe they think it’s just a bad mood. Jamie’s been like that lately—distant, kind of moody. I thought it was because she’s a teenager and that’s just how teenagers are supposed to act. But tonight feels different.
Dad goes on about some strange noise outside the garage, then rambles about the streetlights flickering in a pattern he swears is unusual. I’m not really listening, though. I can’t take my eyes off Jamie—she’s still staring at her plate, not a word leaving her lips. She won’t look at me—won’t look at anyone. Her face is pale, eyes puffy the same way mine get when I cry. But Jamie never cries.
Dinner is quiet, even though we’re all talking. The clatter of forks against plates fills the gaps where real conversation should be. But my eyes keep darting back to Jamie. I can’t shake the feeling that she knows something I don’t—like she’s holding a secret just under the surface, waiting to crack it open.
Then, suddenly, the scrape of chair legs grates against the floor, sharp enough to make me jump. Jamie pushes her chair back with a force that makes everyone at the table flinch. She stands up abruptly. “May I be excused?” she asks, her voice tight.
A pause follows, thick and uncomfortable. Mom and Dad blink at her, confusion flickering between them like they’re trying to solve a puzzle without all the pieces.
“…Of course you can, just… just make sure to clear your plate before you go,” Mom finally manages, her voice softer now, almost apologetic.
Jamie nods stiffly and turns away, leaving the room without another word. I track her movement, the hollow thud of her footsteps fading down the hall. The conversation awkwardly picks back up, but I’m still staring at her empty chair, wondering what I missed.
I didn’t know what would happen next, how could I? But I wish I had, I wish could have done it all differently.
After dinner, I head upstairs, my feet dragging as I go. I’m in the bathroom, brushing my teeth when I hear something. A voice. Muffled, but…Jamie’s.
She’s on the phone. Her voice is quiet, but not quiet enough to keep me from hearing. Not when the house is this still. I spit out the toothpaste, my ears straining to catch what she’s saying. It’s faint through the wall, but I can hear it, and there’s something in her voice that sends a chill down my spine.
She sounds scared.
I press my ear against the wall, the one connected to her room, my heart pounding in my chest. I can barely make out the words.
“I don’t know what to do,” Jamie whispers, her voice cracking. “I… I didn’t mean to. I thought it would be okay if no one found out.”
My hands are shaking now. What is she talking about?
I crack the bathroom door open and walk into the hallway, coming to a halt right outside her bedroom door. I hear a soft sniffle. It’s not like her to cry, not unless something really bad happened. Maybe she got in trouble or Mom and Dad yelled at her after dinner for not finishing her homework. I pad across the hall, careful not to make the floor creak under my feet as I creep closer. Her door’s open, just enough to see the edge of her desk and her shadow moving behind it.
“I didn’t tell anyone,” she says, her voice trembling. “I swear, I didn’t tell anyone. I just… I don’t want them to know, okay?” She pauses, listening to whoever’s on the other end of the phone. “I know. I know I messed up, but if they were going to punish me, it would’ve happened by now—I, I mean they would’ve done something by now. Maybe…maybe it won’t happen. Maybe if I just don’t say anything…”
I push the door open just a little more, holding my breath. I can hear her crying softly now, the way someone cries when they don’t want anyone else to hear them. Something in my chest tightens. Jamie’s tough. Way tougher than me. Jamie never cries.
I knock on the door, peaking my head in. “Jamie?”
She jumps, turning to face me, her eyes wide. Her face is streaked with tears, her hands trembling as she holds her phone to her ear. “I—I’ll call you back.” She says quietly, into the phone, and then she hangs up, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. For a second, she looks like a deer caught in headlights, but then her expression softens into something sad. Tired, like the way Dad smiled at dinner. “Robbie… What are you doing up?”
“Can I come in?”
There’s a long pause, and I almost think she’s going to say no, but then she whispers, “Yeah.”
I shuffle in, feeling awkward. “I heard you talking… Who were you talking to?”
She shakes her head quickly, forcing a weak smile. “No one. Just a friend. It’s nothing.” I don’t believe her. I can see it in her eyes. She’s lying.
I step further into her room. The lights are low, casting long shadows on the walls. She’s sitting on the edge of her bed, her phone clutched in her hands, her eyes red-rimmed and wet. She looks up at me, and for a moment, she doesn’t say anything. Then, she whispers, “Don’t tell Mom and Dad.”
“What happened?” I ask, my hands cold with fear. I feel like I already know.
Her lip quivers, and she shakes her head. “I… I broke a rule.”
My heart stops. The room feels like it’s spinning for a second. My legs feel weak, like they’re made of jelly, like how I felt in class but if the boat hit a hurricane, and for a second, I don’t know what to say. The rules are the rules for a reason. Everyone knows that. She knows that. I feel like my chest is tightening, like I can’t get a full breath.
“Which…which one?” I manage to get out, my voice barely more than a croak.
She gets up from her bed and comes over to me, kneeling down so we’re eye to eye. “It’s fine. It’ll be fine.”
I swallow hard. “Which rule?” I ask again, because we both know it’s not fine. Nothing is ever fine when it comes to the rules.
She looks away, wringing her hands together. “It was Rule Four,” she whispers, her voice barely audible. “I—I went outside after dark by myself…but I didn’t go far! Just to get my charger from the car.”
My blood turns to ice. I can’t move. I can barely even think.
My stomach churns. “Why would you do that?”
“It wasn’t supposed to be a big deal, I thought I could sneak back in before—before anything happened…” She trails off, wiping her nose with her sleeve. “But nothing happened, Robbie. Nothing yet. If we act like it didn’t happen, maybe…maybe it’ll be okay.”
It won’t be okay. We both know that. But she says it like she’s trying to convince herself. She’s always been the brave one, the one who rolls her eyes at the rules even though she follows them. She’s never been scared of anything.
Until now.
“You…you really think it’ll be okay?” I ask, my voice shaky, even though I know the answer.
“…Yeah. Yeah, it, it’ll be fine. If something was going to happen, it already would’ve, right?”
She’s trying to reassure me, but I can see the fear behind her eyes. It’s reflected in mine. The way her fingers won’t stop trembling, even though she’s clutching them together.
I swallow hard. “Yeah,” I whisper. “It’ll be okay.”
I don’t believe it. Not really. But I don’t want her to feel worse.
We stand there in the quiet for a long moment, the weight of what she just told me sinking in. Jamie rubs her hands together like she’s trying to shake off a chill that won’t go away. I want to say something—anything—that will make this better, but the words stick in my throat.
She pulls me into a hug, holding me tight, and I can feel her trembling, and for the first time in my life, I feel like she’s the one who needs protection. Jamie, who’s always so strong, so tough, is shaking. “Don’t tell Mom and Dad,” she whispers again, this time into my hair. “Please. I don’t want them to know. It’ll just make everything worse. I’ll be fine. I love you. Don’t worry, okay? I’ll be fine.”
I hug her back, clinging to her like I’m trying to keep her here, in this room, safe with me. “I love you too.”
But deep down, I know. I should’ve told someone.
She should’ve told someone—an adult, Mom or Dad, anyone. They could’ve done something, maybe they still can. But I don’t. I just nod, pretending like it’ll be okay, like she’s right.
“Promise me you won’t say anything,” she says again, squeezing my shoulders tight. “Please.”
“I won’t,” I swear. But I feel sick. Because I’ve never seen what happens when someone breaks Rule Four. Nobody talks about it—just like nobody talks about what happened to the girl who broke Rule Two, the one whose body they never found.
But I’ve heard the rumors.
Kids whisper about shadows that slip through cracks in the walls, about the way the sky seems to close in on itself when the rule is broken. They say you hear things—scratching, voices, whispers from something that isn’t quite human. But none of that seems real when you’re sitting at the dinner table, eating macaroni and listening to your dad talk about work.
I glance back at Jamie, her face pale and drawn, like she knows something terrible is waiting. She’s always been the brave one. If she’s scared, then maybe… maybe the rumors are true.
“What… what’s going to happen to you?” I ask, my voice barely a whisper.
She shakes her head. “…I don’t know,” she says, but the way she pauses tells me she has a better idea than I do.
“I love you,” I repeat, my heart pounding in my chest. I don’t know what else to say. I’m terrified, but I don’t want her to know that. I don’t want her to be more scared than she already is.
I feel her chest rise and fall, and for a second, it’s like we’re just regular kids again, like everything’s normal and she didn’t do the worst thing ever.
“I love you, Robbie,” she whispers again, her voice tight, like she’s choking back more tears. “No matter what.”
“So what now?” I say, my voice muffled against her sweater instead of saying I love her a third time. It feels too close to a goodbye. I squeeze her tighter, trying to hold on to the moment, like if I just hold on long enough, it’ll all go away. Like she didn’t break the rule. Like she’s not in danger.
But she is. And we both know it.
After a while, she lets go and gives me a small smile. It’s weak, but she’s trying.
“Go to bed, okay? Everything’s gonna be fine.”
“Okay,” I say, even though I don’t believe her.
“Everything’s gonna be fine.” I hear her whisper one last time from behind me. But it doesn’t feel fine. It feels like something awful is waiting in the shadows, just out of sight, waiting to pounce.
I force myself to leave, my heart pounding in my chest, and walk down the hall to my room. I crawl under the covers, but I don’t feel safe. My bed feels cold, the darkness too thick around me. I stare at the ceiling, waiting. Listening. I keep expecting something—anything—to happen. A noise. A shadow. Something from the dark outside.
But nothing comes.
I’m lying in bed, thinking about what Charlie said earlier. His voice keeps replaying in my head. I heard you’re the reason she cries so much. Is that true?
It wasn’t true, though. At least, I didn’t think it was. I didn’t make Mom cry. I’ve never gotten in trouble. I’ve never broken a rule.
But Jamie… Jamie broke a rule.
I roll over, staring at the faded glow-in-the-dark stars on my ceiling, trying to push the thought away. But it sticks, like a splinter under my skin. I scoff. And why Rule Four of all the rules? Everybody knows not to go outside by yourself after dark. It puts a target on your back. Everyone knows that. Jamie knows that. She’s a big kid. Even if she’s a gross girl, she’s supposed to be smarter than that.
Is it a joke? A really bad prank that I’m not old enough to understand? Maybe I should tell someone. Maybe I should’ve said something to Mom and Dad at dinner, and pointed out how weird Jamie was acting. They could’ve done something. Right? Maybe I should’ve marched right into Mom and Dad’s room instead of listening to Jamie and going to my own.
But I’m not a tattle-tell. Despite that, deep down, I know. I should’ve told someone. Maybe they’ll just scold her really badly. It’s not the end of the world, right? She’ll just have to go to town hall and promise she’ll never do it again. Maybe she’ll have to write a letter and everything, explain that what she did was wrong and how sorry she is, and everything will go back to normal. Yeah. That’s probably it.
Eventually, I drift off to sleep, though it’s the kind of sleep where you’re half-aware like you’re waiting for something bad to happen.
Maybe…maybe Jamie’s right. Maybe nothing will happen and Charlie is nothing but a big bully. Maybe we’ll wake up tomorrow, and everything will be fine.
I wake up to screaming.
At first, it’s distant, a sound that’s blending into whatever half-dream I’m having. When I get a little more brain power, I’m sure that it’s coming from outside. It’s not unusual to wake up to screams in this town—they’re always far off, in the distance, something you hear and try not to think too hard about.
But this time, it’s different. This time, the screams are coming from inside the house.
The scream is high-pitched. Raw like it hurts, and filled with something I can’t describe. It’s Mom. She’s crying, too, her voice cracking as it breaks the silence of the house.
For a moment, I think I’m still dreaming. Until I hear Mom wail, “No, no, no! Oh, God, no!”
I jolt upright in bed, my heart hammering in my chest. My body moves on instinct, my legs swinging out from under the covers, my feet hitting the cold floor. I stumble out of my room, still groggy, the sound of Mom’s wailing pulling me sprinting down the hallway on wobbly legs. I’m reminded of the time I almost got swept away by a whirlpool in the lake, powerless to change directions no matter how hard I doggy paddled.
Dad’s voice comes next, panicked. “Oh God… Oh God… What, what do we…?”
He sounds… I don’t know how he sounds. Scared? I’ve never heard him sound like that.
I round the corner, and that’s when I see it—Mom’s in the doorway of Jamie’s room, collapsed on the floor, her face buried in her hands, her entire body shaking with sobs.
Dad is standing over her, his face pale, his hands shaking as he fumbles with his phone, muttering to himself.
“Mom?” I call out, my voice hoarse and small, so small I almost don’t hear myself. She doesn’t respond.
Then I hear Dad shout my name. “Robbie, don’t—”
But I’m already moving. I’m about to step right over Mom into Jamie’s room when Dad grabs me before I can look. His arms come around me, tight, and he pulls me back, facing me away so I can’t see inside. “No, no, no,” he says, his voice tight. I try to push past him, to see inside Jamie’s room. To see what happened. He lifts me off the ground, holding me against his chest, my face pressed into his shoulder.
“No, Robbie,” he says, his voice thick with panic. “Don’t look. Don’t—” His voice cracks. “Please don’t look.”
I struggle against him, desperate to see Jamie, but he won’t let me go. His grip is too tight, his breathing too fast. I can hear his heart hammering in his chest, almost as loud as mine.
“I need to call someone,” he’s muttering, his voice frantic. “Who do I call? What do I—God, what do I do?”
I’m too scared to cry. Dad’s holding me so tight I can barely breathe, and all I can hear is Mom’s sobbing and Dad muttering, “Oh God, oh God…”
I’m trembling now, my body stiff in his arms, my heart pounding so loud in my ears that I can’t think straight. I hear something dripping faintly, but I’m sure I imagined it. I must have because Mom’s sobbing is the only thing I should be hearing. It’s sad, it hurts to listen to—the kind of sound you never want to hear from your own mother.
Dad’s grip tightens as he rocks me back and forth, like I’m a baby again, like he’s trying to soothe me, but I can feel him shaking, too. “It’s okay,” he whispers, though his voice is strained and full of lies. “It’s okay. Don’t look. Don’t look.”
“Daddy?” I whisper, I don’t even sound like myself Whose voice is that quiet, that shaky? “Is Jamie…?”
He doesn’t answer. And he doesn’t have to once the smell hits me—something sharp and metallic. It makes my stomach twist, and I press my face harder against Dad’s neck, squeezing my eyes shut. If it’s this strong out here in the hall then I can’t imagine…
There’s a faint buzzing, a ringing in my ears that drowns out everything else. I can’t think. I try not to breathe. And then…
Knock. Knock. Knock.
It comes from the front door, slow and deliberate.
Dad’s body stiffens. I feel him freeze, his breath catching in his throat. He doesn’t move. Neither does Mom. She just keeps crying.
The knocks come again.
Dad swallows hard, his hand still on the back of my head, and takes me with him. I think it’s as much for him as it is for me.
The sound of her sadness gets further and further away as we leave her behind. I don’t have to look at her as Dad takes me downstairs. I’m thankful.
We come to a stop. Dad kisses my forehead, the same way Jamie did last night, and whispers, “Stay here.”
He sets me down on the couch and walks off. I stay where he left me, hunched over, my body cold. Mom is still on the floor, still crying—I can hear her above me through the ceiling. Her sobs quieter now, but no less painful. I hear Dad’s footsteps in the hallway behind me, then the sound of the front door creaking open.
Silence.
Then, quietly, Dad’s voice: “I… I’ll take care of it.”
I don’t know who he’s talking to. I don’t want to know.
–
The house is quiet now, except for the low murmurs of voices from the stairway. I’m sitting on the couch where Dad left me, my hands still shaking, even though it’s been hours since everything happened. I haven’t said a word. Neither has Mom. She’s still in her room, crying. I can hear her sometimes, but I don’t go near her door. I don’t want to.
Dad called someone. I don’t know who. They came and went, but no one told me anything. Not that they need to. I know Jamie’s gone.
I’m not allowed to go to my room right now. No one’s said it, but that’s another thing they don’t need to.
I think about what Charlie said yesterday. I heard you’re the reason she cries so much. Is that true?
No. It’s not true. It’s Jamie. It’s Jamie’s fault. She broke the rule.
But I could’ve told someone. I could’ve done something.
I hear one of the Cleaner guys talking quietly. They probably think I can’t hear them, but the house is too quiet now for me to miss it.
“Had to scrape her off the walls,” he says, his voice hushed. “I’ve never seen anything like it.”
There’s a pause, then the other voice says, and it sounds like the sheriff, “Well…that’s what happens when you break the rules.”

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2024.11.16 14:27 bidi04 I love Trumna

2024.11.16 14:27 Helpful_Line5302 Phone 1 users, how’s your camera lens holding up?

My camera lens is completely covered in scratches, with tons of micro-scratches on the main sensor. Out of curiosity, I tried scratching it with a SIM ejector pin and a pen—it scratched easily. Be careful when wiping off dust particles, as they can cause significant scratches.

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2024.11.16 14:26 lofi-frog Cat scratched and blood below the eye

My cat just got into a fight with our other cat. I notice a bit of blood beneath his eye. I’ll take him to the vet asap tomorrow when they are opened. Is there anything else I can do in the meantime?

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2024.11.16 14:26 Kittydraggon Does anybody know how to easily code?

I’m working on a wendigo mod and am almost done, but I have no idea how to code. I cant even code with blocks on scratch other than for simple games. So do you guys code yourself, or do you just reskin cavedwellers like I’ve seen people do in the past. Just need the head submitted by Kittydraggon to HorrorMinecraft [comments]

2024.11.16 14:24 laurens_witchy_nails Husky Tantrums has its own sub but what about Dobie Tantrums??

2024.11.16 14:24 ccholz23 Is it finally out moment in the sun?

My fellow XRP Diamond Hand Bag Holders!!!!!!! While I share in the joy for us finally breaking the barrier of $1 especially since I first bought in at $1.21 in 2019-2020 and periodically bought in since as low as .27 when it plummeted during the lawsuit. I’ve held onto the belief that this will be the shift in wealth of the planet and we will be a part of the new financial system going forward in the coming yrs. i don’t feel that true joy can be reached just yet. Unfortunately, I believe the physical dollar must go, millions will lose jobs, massive companies and banks will go under…before the light switch has flipped on. So I urge all of you to continue to stand tall and hold the God $&@! line as we create our own future! We haven’t even scratched the surface yet!

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2024.11.16 14:21 iamsheena Supplements for senior cat with fish intolerance/allergy?

My cat has recently decided he doesn’t like the senior food we get him and only wants chicken if it’s the ‘natural’ foods. If we give him fish-based foods, he overgrooms, scratches and loses his fur. I’ve only found natural foods in shops for adults cats, not senior.
Are there any supplements we should add to keep him healthy as he turns 13? Most foods have a bit of fish oil which I think is okay at a minimum but we can’t add too much.
Any suggestions or guidance?

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2024.11.16 14:20 monstro1213 Woke up with Random bruise. Super itchy

This morning I noticed my leg was super itchy and was scratching it frequently. When I finally noticed i was itching I pulled up my pants and noticed a wild bruise on my calf. Like this thing is huge. And it’s super itchy in the middle like if something bit me. I know for a fact I did not hit myself and am starting to worry it’s some kind of immune disease. Never had a bruise itch like this either.

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2024.11.16 14:20 8Bit-MuseumDE Kobra 3 – Nozzle scratches the PEI spring plate (follow up)

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2024.11.16 14:18 thrileyreid Been applying for a long time

2024.11.16 14:14 LethalFisherman The Useless Machine V1 (Will keep you updated)

2024.11.16 14:11 No_Giraffe826 Selling this laptop what can i get for it

Selling this laptop have it laying around for 6 years.it has some scratches but works perfectly.i only have charger and laptop no box.price is around 30k (negotiable).only in karachi h2h submitted by No_Giraffe826 to PakGamers [comments]