I get lost in the bliss of hearing his voice and every single time, without fail, he has me hanging on his every word. However, in his absence, I cann...t cast the truths from my mind. They flood me with so many emotions and Hate seems to be the most prominent. I detest him for putting me in a position where I cannot tell him that I love him and for giving me no choice but to spend my days watching him live his life with someone else. Jealousy is yet another emotion that is most apparent, and. He limped along using Franklin as a crutch.“You’ll need to put some ice on that knee. I’ll have one of the guys fix an ice pack for you.”“Thanks.”Inside the house, David and Martin took seats at a table facing each other. Franklin and one of the other skinheads stood off to the side. The third skinhead was digging around in the freezer for ice. He came out with a bag of frozen peas.“Will this do?”“Yes.”The skinhead tossed the bag of frozen peas over to Martin who managed to catch it. He placed. This individual, one William Shakespeare, is so illiterate that he can't even spell his own name (there are six acknowledged signatures by William Shakespeare and in no instance does he sign his name with the same spelling. None of the signatures matches the current accepted spelling of his name). I have enclosed a copy of his written testimony for your attention. In short, myself and two gentlemen of my acquaintence, King Lear and the Duke of Gloucester were enjoying a pleasant perambulation. ?What a stupid idea!? she thought to herself. She remembered nothing after that drink. Now she stood blindfolded, with her mouth duct-taped. She had no idea where she was, but she could hear that she wasn`t alone. She tried to count the voices around her, but was unable to .They were too many. All of them male. She could hear harsh words and laughter."Welcome, my dear friend! You must be Isabel. My name is Mickey" She jumped, catching her breath. This was not a pleasant voice. This was no.