"I could have left my keys with you, though. I didn't even think about it." Sure, I would have picked you up," I said. "I might have even given True a...bath." I set my book down. "What about your roommate? Couldn't she have picked you up?" Miranda? No, I don't think so. You've never met my roommate, have you?" No. Don't you like her?" Oh, she's very nice," said Erin with a laugh. "But she's the ditziest girl I've ever met." Really? I've met some really ditzy girls," I said."So have I," she said,. Homer laid out the schematics for the tent and studied them for a moment. “Alright, so if I put this here…” he said as he planted a stake in the ground to set the tent, “and I put this one here… and I attach this here…” One could almost believe that he knew exactly what he was doing; ‘almost’ being the key word. Bart knew his father well enough to know that he was basically guessing and not really thinking through his methods. As he planted the last stake, Homer took a step back to look at. Saint George, called Mar Girgis or Jirjis, was well known in Islamic tradition. Saint al- Khidar, a companion of the Prophet Muwsa Moses, was associated with Saint George. Mar Girgis was a protector in times of trouble. Everyone in the street fell quiet and stared at the scene in front of them.The voice from the Mosque echoed through the quiet crowd, “The senseless killing must stop. Allah will not tolerate any man declaring Jihad by the Sword in his name.”The knight smiled at hearing the words. As now it's time for fate to intervene.A knock at your door breaks you from your shower. You poke your head out and call, "Who is it?" Delivery for Alex Ashford," a hoarse voice returns.Your groan in silenced frustration before saying, "Just a minute." You always thought college dorms had front desks for this very reason. While that may be true for a number of dorms, this dorm was not one of them. The delivery person was allowed to walk up to the various rooms of this dorm, with a staff member.