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“Oh lighten up you growly shitbag.” Fergus sighed and bumped him with his shoulder. “There’s this thing called having fun, you know that right?”
Omri’s eyes lit up. “F is for friends who do stuff together-” They cheered.
“Stop.” Alpha groaned.
“U is for you and meeeeeeeeeee.”

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I noticed that Connie's posts have alt-text in the images. Is that intentional or by default??? because if intentional that is very good for people like myself who use screen reader software

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  1. “There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.” ―Maya Angelou we were having an inspirational quote battle haha

@yeetus

We're no strangers to love
You know the rules and so do I
A full commitment's what I'm thinking of
You wouldn't get this from any other guy
I just wanna tell you how I'm feeling
Gotta make you understand
Never gonna give you up
Never gonna let you down
Never gonna run around and desert you
Never gonna make you cry
Never gonna say goodbye
Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you
We've known each other for so long
Your heart's been aching but you're too shy to say it
Inside we both know what's been going on
We know the game and we're gonna play it
And if you ask me how I'm feeling
Don't tell me you're too blind to see
Never gonna give you up
Never gonna let you down
Never gonna run around and desert you
Never gonna make you cry
Never gonna say goodbye
Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you
Never gonna give you up
Never gonna let you down
Never gonna run around and desert you
Never gonna make you cry
Never gonna say goodbye
Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you
Never gonna give, never gonna give
(Give you up)
(Ooh) Never gonna give, never gonna give
(Give you up)
We've known each other for so long
Your heart's been aching but you're too shy to say it
Inside we both know what's been going on
We know the game and we're gonna play it
I just wanna tell you how I'm feeling
Gotta make you understand
Never gonna give you up
Never gonna let you down
Never gonna run around and desert you
Never gonna make you cry
Never gonna say goodbye
Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you
Never gonna give you up
Never gonna let you down
Never gonna run around and desert you
Never gonna make you cry
Never gonna say goodbye
Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you
Never gonna give you up
Never gonna let you down
Never gonna run around and desert you
Never gonna make you cry

MAC&CHEESE

(Um, I didn't think it was gonna save my work sooooooo…. I guess I copied it. Welp. How yous like so far? And no, I don't know where it's going cause mad skillz)

Sully was cut off in the middle of a genius statement directed at his brother, “You would look great in a dress! I mean, you would look good in anything! We have the same face, and I am gorgeous,” when he fell from the rafters of the old abandoned barn. Landing on a pile of old hay, he laughed instead of cried at the pain of the newly twisted ankle.

“You are an idiot,” Row says, helping his limping brother along the 3-mile walk back to their house. “Mom is gonna kill you!”

“She won’t do that,” he pauses, taking a deep breath, “She’ll kill you for letting me go up there again.” Sully smirked, “At least this time you didn’t push me… Besides, it’s the other foot! And it’s not broken this time! Definitely not the same accident.”

“I did not push you.”

“You totally did, bro.”

“You’re right. I pushed you from the safety of the ground. Of course. That makes perfect sense.”

“No, you smacked me in the back of the head after I made you blush talking about James Bradford next to me in the locker room. Remember, I was all, ‘He was in his… boxers…’ and then went ‘ooooooooh’ like a five-year-old?”

“Sully!” Row blushes at the reminder of Sully’s locker room spying, glad that the darkness of the Friday night conceals the rush of color. Sully’s job was to learn if James was gay, too, not to tell Row that the boy wore Calvin Klein’s.

“What?” Sully said, feigning innocence.

Row scowls. “And I rest my case. My brother has no brains.” A smile brakes from his glare.

Sully laughs as he limps over the unpaved-street, and Row joins him. Crunching gravel and late-Spring crickets mix with the brother’s snickering and the melodic drone of running water, shouting ‘SUMMER IS ALMOST HERE’ in all caps. The lightning bugs that float between the trees could not agree more.

When Sully laughs, heads turn to the mischievous, curious, eye crinkling, ear-to-ear grin that accompanies the booming, bouncing, broken snicker. When his twin laughs, people fall in love with the honey-sweet, dandelion-soft, doe-eyed, full toothed, gigantic smile that spreads through his freckles at the quiet chortle. The late-night giggles of Rowan and Sulivan McCloud are enough to make anyone smile, anyone laugh with them. Any passerby or eavesdropper, adult or child, must be warned. To hear the laughter of a McCloud brother is to be engulfed in sunrays warm, seducing. Their titter is captivating, mesmerizing — they who catch it must smile too, laugh in a way they didn’t think they could.

Sully lay on the bottom of the bunk beds the boys had shared since forever, while Row rejoiced in getting the top bunk for the first time (his brother would never give up a spot so grand). Their mother had insisted, probably because Sully was milking the injury for all it was worth, that he could not climb up the measly four-rung ladder. He was surrounded by at least five comforters and what he guessed were all the pillows in the house. The was sprain was just a sprain, but their mother was a Mom.

The blond curls that usually rest atop his head were stiff, sticking up on the right side of his head, and red lines striped the side of his face from the wrinkled fabrics. Curse these beautiful pillows he thought.

Chocolate eyes looking down on Sully, Row raised one eyebrow to tell him he looked like trash. Sully countered, like he did every time, with some form of, ‘you look like me’. Row sighed and rolled his eyes, swinging his long, gangly legs over the side of the bedframe to dangle his bare toes above Sully’s face, which he knew would drive him crazy.

“MoOOoooom,” Sully cried like he would before age 10. “Rowan won’t be nice to meeeeee,” he whined.

“Rowan!” Mrs. McCloud called to her son, “For that, you will follow your brother’s wishes. All. WEEK.” A little over done if you ask the twins. They can always count on that.

Row glared at his brother. Sully smirked and said like the kings in the stories, “PEASENT! CARRY ME TO MY THRONE!” Row groaned — he knew a what his brother was getting at. He could walk, but the bathroom was… “Too far!” …and Mom’s commands were never disobeyed.

Row picked his sibling up, and Sully, seeing the look on his brother’s face, asked, “What? Would you not have done the same thing?” He smiles knowing he is right.

“Sully? You know, you have never been more right.” Row carries his brother down the hall like the prince carries the princess into the sunset. “We are brothers!”

“We are twins!”

“We are McCloud kin!”

“We are partners…”

“In each other’s sin!”

“Hoo-rah!”

“Hoo-rah-rah!”

And just like that, the hallway erupts with the laughter that has filled the house for 14 years.

“Red.”

“Hmm… durple.”

“That’s not a color, Row.”

“How about… dorange.”

“Bro.”

“Um, dark white.”

“Wow. Skills.”

“That’s not a color, SULLY.”

Sully smiled at Row, even though he could not see him through the darkness. The only light was that of the glow-in-the-dark stars they had plastered to their ceiling when they were seven. “Eee… Ebony.”

“Why do you know these things?”

“’Cause I’m awesome, that’s why.”

“Yellow.”

“White.” They were playing that frustrating game where one person said a thing and the next person said something that began with the last letter — color version.

@CW-BornConfuzzledLeftILoveYa

YOUR daughter (Hay-LEECH) came into the room and turned on the light when I was obviously sleeping, and woke me up from the best sleep of my LIFE.

I think you should take away SOME sort of privilege for that.

Annika,your best sleep of her life deprived daughter.

(note to my dad boy I am pissed)

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The usual training won't be required this year because of lack of enforcement - if you have already or would like to attend training you are welcome to, but you are not required to; it will not affect your hours or status of sorts. Carry on, Conner Prairie Staff!