Otherwise, I suggest you pick up a weapon, and stand a post. Either way, I don’t give a damn what you think you are entitled to.” —Col. Jessep (...ack Nicholson)If betting was a popular feature in 1939 inside World War Two Berlin on the verge of entering a global war with strategy discarded along the wayside joining simple things like logic and reason in making military decisions, then the odds of the Soviet Union invading Poland from the other side joining their new Best Friend Forever, Nazi. I need to train my toy better. Want to share?"Doug told me to get lost.Anne and I both dressed, and were having a cup of joe when they came out. Anne said they would come back and drop off their bags after she showered and did her hair. After they left for the show, I did my workout and ran along the lake. It certainly was a glorious, sunny day. During that time, Doug did his workout and when I returned, we both cleaned up and dressed. We went for a walk and I thought it would be a nice idea to. " Rick stopped talking for a moment seeing Jamie Sunderland's lifeless body in his mind's-eye, on a wet winters night and hearing yet again his partner at the time say that the gun was only a replica. He shook off the feeling for the millionth time since it happened "Well, 35 isn't all that young," Bull told Conlon. "When are you going to settle down and make some woman miserable, like the rest of us do?" I'm not in any hurry," Rick shrugged.Buller kicked himself for mentioning it. He knew that. "Goodnight, darling. Oh, I'll probably have to go in to meet with John tomorrow evening to sort out a few things, so I'll grab a bite to eat while I'm out." "No problem," she responded, fluffing her pillow before reaching out to turn off the bedside lamp. Well, that's that sorted, I thought. My mind returned to the demanding text message, still unsure of whether I should be worried or delighted by the invitation. Perhaps she was cooking dinner and didn't want it to be ruined? Yes, that must be.