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Wednesday, July 30, 2014
Chines Girls And Cool Girls
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Sunday, March 30, 2014
10 Reasons Why Girls Are Easier To Raise Than Boys
A terrible statistic came out stick up week that whispered noticeably if your line were girls, you had a chief bet for your marriage to end in divorce. I don't totally decide with whatever thing that was mentioned in this article, hitherto it got me thinking, is it harder and greater demanding for parents to mushroom girls than it is for them to mushroom boys?
In imitation of Hubby and I were discussing having line, I ahead of had it all purposeful. I knew what the sexes of our line would be and how compound of each we were having. According to for myself, we were separation to be the owner of 2 boys and 1 girl.....and in that order. Fittingly just the once I fell in the family way with minuscule No 1, I was cold that I was haulage boy no 1.
So just the once the Obstetrician whispered to me "congratulations you be the owner of a girl" was I disappointed? Without doubt not! I was glowing zealous and over the moon with our blue girl and all watch over of having that boy just few frank out of my model.
We were so blessed to be the owner of such a upright, happy and comfortable minuscule, whiz phased her. She ate just the once she was told, she slept put down the night at 6 weeks of age and she very intermittently cried unless offering was a real problem.
She was so easy separation and so observant of whatever thing impart her, dependable as a kid. My blood relation definitely looked down at her and exclaimed "Oh my correctness, you be the owner of been near before!"... and it still seems that way dependable 16 being afterward. She is my easy petty, very self discriminating, superior and mature, but sometimes far too dangerous for her young being.
Behind schedule easing into fatherliness with such an chilled minuscule as our first petty, the wish to be the owner of another one was quite easy, along these lines 9 months afterward, girl number 2 was untutored. Neither of us were depressed to be the owner of another girl, but the question most important in everyones mind seemed to be, were we ever separation to try for a boy? Reschedule on let me get over this one first!
Girl number 3 followed 5 being afterward and girl number 4, 3 being time was that, so now the question of whether we would ever be the owner of a boy became realistically dull and no one asked us any longer if we were separation to keep trying for that imprecise boy.
Behind schedule Pass 6 was untutored, our 4th girl, I felt that our family was now wholehearted. To be muffled honest I be the owner of no idea how a boy would definitely fit into our lives and the dynamics of our to your place and could you ensure having 3 ancient times sisters? I could never burden that on a poor petty...haha..
Not having had any experience raising boys and auditory someone say that their girls are so by far HARDER to mushroom than their boys, I impersonation I would marshal a blue list in dispute with this application.
WHY I Mediate GIRLS ARE EASIER
* I can talk to my teen girls as disgusting to auditory just grunting sounds coming from a boy (I be the owner of traditional this information from a uniform source).
* Girls be the owner of the ability to use every sides of their signification at considering. This contraption "in theory" that you don't be the owner of to go over tips over and over again, this likewise contraption that "in theory" they be the owner of the ability to multitask.... very actual.
* Girls be the owner of no look forward to to rip faraway your kettle or toaster to poke about how it works. Your haze products may go aimless hitherto, for example Barbie yet needs a new "updo".
* Girls come out to get themselves broken less, why would we want to stand up stupid foliage admiringly. I report that some girls may be an exception to this rule (yes I be the owner of one of these) but statistics show us, that boys are increase twofold as possible to end up in a hospital insubstantial room than a girl. A lot of my Facebook friends who be the owner of be the owner of boys come out to be constantly "examination in" at the local Save Place of work.
* Document is unbounded just the once is comes to dress your girl. You aren't just citizen to a colour palette of blues, greens, blacks and superhero designs. Nevertheless choosing your daughters belongings can be very tricky and angst can increase if you kick out to help the incorrect paint of pink..
* Girls tend to be safer drivers in their teen being. They don't feel the look forward to to impress, they are go between behind schedule the climb and tend to think about their accomplishments. In the manner of my oldest learning to puff now, I can't tell you how glad I was to find this statistic.
* In the manner of a girl you will in all probability be the owner of less breakages throughout the to your place...no concentrated and tumbling down the hallways. In imitation of my mope where small, I very intermittently had to move at all out of their dive or disturbed that they were separation to break whatever thing. Nevertheless offering is yet an exception to the rule, with Pass 6 making up for elegant time of late....
* Gone they hit the teenage being, you can origin to cadge THEIR shoes and belongings. I stipulation personal I am loving the fact that my oldest young person and I are the especially shoe size. She has some great shoes! Unfortunately call for somebody that this works every ways.... I come out to be yet looking for a pair of MY socks..
* In the manner of girls you won't get eaten out of to your place and home. I be the owner of heard that considering boys hit the teenage being their hunger increases at an distressing rate. One small business my friends who be the owner of boys normally dissent about, is the fact that they just can't keep up with the article goods intake that their boys manage to disdain down.
* This statistic happens to be my favourite. Apparently girls are greater possible to live close to the family home. Their partners will tend to gravitate greater towards your family than that of their own as they origin their own superior lives. Boys tend to gravitate en route for their partners families and homes. Of dash their is yet exceptions to the rule, with Pass 9 telling me that she strategy on stir in the Outback and wants to mushroom waif Kangaroos. I'm not calm how amend this one will be, only time will tell I estimate, but it's nice to report that statistically my girls will yet live close by. As the old saying goes "A SON IS A SON Idle HE TAKES HIM A Husband, A Teenager IS A Teenager ALL OF HER Conception. ~IRISH Adage"
Selected Immense Income FOR PARENTS OF GIRLS
Do You Mediate Girls Are Easier Than Boys?
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Friday, May 10, 2013
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Thursday, October 13, 2011
Community Author Snippets July
We tried to include as many community authors as possible, but if you're one of our authors, and you have a book out in July that's not featured in the comments, go ahead and post your excerpt in the comments so we can hear about your book!
Pregnant with the Soldier's Son by Amy Ruttan
"Ingrid."
They'd used protection, but the condom, on her first time ever with a man, had broken.
Stupid Murphy and his freaking laws had been out to get her that night.
Now she was pregnant, alone and scared. Scared she couldn't give this baby all he or she needed. Terrified of not knowing what the future held.
"I thought it was Philomena?" There was a sarcastic edge to his voice.
"I lied."
"So I gathered," he said. Clint's gaze raked her body from head to toe, finally resting on her rounded belly.
Ingrid fought the urge to cover her belly but instead held her ground.
She was tired of being ashamed of her glaring mistake. She braced herself for a slew of questions.
"I'm not used to people lying to me."
Ingrid was stunned. That's what he was ticked about?
Lured by the Rich Rancher by Kathie DeNosky
With hair the color of pale gold silk and a complexion that appeared to have been kissed by the sun, she was without question the most gorgeous female he'd ever had the privilege to lay eyes on. But when her vibrant blue gaze met his and her coral lips curved upward into a soft smile, he damn near stopped dead in his tracks. It felt as if someone had punched him square in the gut.
Chance had no idea who she was, but he had every intention of remedying that little detail as soon as possible.
Felicity Sinclair felt as if something shifted in the universe when she looked up to find the best man staring at her as he and the matron of honor followed the newly married couple back down the aisle. He was--in a word--perfect!
200 Harley Street: The Tortured Hero by Amy Andrews
Ethan wasn't sure how long he sat there, idly twisting from side to side, his eyes shut, his tired muscles almost jelly now they'd been given permission to relax. He just knew it felt good to be non-weight-bearing.
Bliss. Ecstasy. Paradise.
But he "was" here for a reason--apart from the damn good whisky. He dragged his eyes open, knowing he couldn't put it off any longer. Finally acknowledging that was exactly what he "was" doing.
On Leo's desk there was a chart. The chart of a child with a terribly disfiguring condition that Ethan could help.
He could change little Ama's life.
He "would" change her life.
But Ama's case was complicated in more ways than one. Her condition was complex and would require multiple surgeries to correct.
But that wasn't the issue. Ethan thrived on complex.
It was the strings attached to the case that were the problem. Big, fat strings involving someone from his past and the unholy mess he'd made in his selfish, juvenile need to hurt his brother.
"Olivia Fairchild."
Olivia's charity Fair Go was sponsoring Ama and her mother and an interpreter to travel from sub-Sahara Africa to London and the Hunter Clinic, for surgery and rehabilitation.
And she would be here--tomorrow.
Olivia who'd loved him. And he'd thrown it in her face by using her to get back at Leo. Flaunting her in front of his brother, knowing how much Leo had fallen for her, taunting him with the woman he couldn't have.
HOT ON THE HUNT BY MELISSA CUTLER
He spit the gum into the sand, then shifted from his belly into an awkward hunching seated position. Then he did the most uncomfortable, distracting thing possible--he thought about Alicia. He thought about her the second to last time they were together, about her lying on her stomach and the path of water left by the ice cube he'd trailed along her spine--one of the many memories of her that hurt in a physical, permanent way.
He could still hear the hiss of protest she'd given when the ice cube had first touched her skin, followed by a giggle that had quickly turned into a purr. He'd loved the sounds she'd made in bed. Sweet, vulnerable, girlie sounds that were totally incongruous to the Alicia the rest of the world knew--the soldier, the computer genius, the femme fatale. His secret Alicia. His Phoenix.
At the next knife of pain to his heart, he steadied his gaze through the mounted scope. He thought about the wind and the rate of the incoming tide. He studied the buoy's pattern of movement, then set his finger on the trigger. Breathe in--Alicia's hair fanning over her smiling cheek. Breathe out--her hand finding his and holding tight. A squeeze of the trigger. The buoy bell gonged with the hit.
He loaded another round and repeated the process, twice as fast this time. "Gong." Maybe that was why he wasn't entirely sure, at first, that he'd heard the chirp of the alarm from his computer alert system. He stood and shook out his legs, then dusted the sand from his shirt.
The computer chimed again. Sometimes it was easy to forget that life in the real world had gone on without him. He went weeks now without tuning in to world news or checking his email accounts. A long time ago, he stopped caring about war or what his old friends were up to. But guarding himself, resisting complacency, meant keeping tabs on the two people who'd destroyed him. The email alert meant that Logan McCaffrey, his one friend left in the Department of Homeland Security's Immigration and Customs Enforcement--better known as ICE--was contacting him with news about either Alicia or Rory.
Maybe Rory had been moved to a new wing of the prison. Or Alicia had decided to rejoin ICE. Most likely, the news was something benign, but still beneficial for John to be aware of. Someday, he planned to reenter the world and it'd be good to know exactly where his enemies were and what they were up to.
He propped his rifle against the wall just inside the cabin door, then unloaded the spare ammo from his pocket to the shelf next to it. From the fridge, he grabbed a bottle of cola, then crossed the wooden floorboards to the communication console he'd set up on the far side of the room. An email window had popped up.
John dipped his head to read it without sitting.
Rory escaped at 0700 hours. Alicia is missing.
MATCHED TO A BILLIONAIRE BY KAT CANTRELL
"It's not my job to be your stand-in wife." Mrs. Gordon firmed her mouth, which meant she had a lot more to say but didn't know how to do so tactfully. In the eight years she'd been keeping him sane, he'd seen that look a lot.
With a half laugh, Leo said, "Of course not. That's not part of your job description."
Except it had the ring of uncomfortable truth. When his hair grew too long, Mrs. Gordon scheduled a haircut. His mother's birthday--Mrs. Gordon picked out the gift. The wine-and-dine request had been a bit of a blurred line, but based on the set of Mrs. Gordon's mouth, he'd pretty well turned the line into a trapezoid.
Mrs. Gordon shut down her computer for the night. "Well, it should be part of someone's job description."
"What, like a party planner?" Maybe he should hire a professional in some capacity, which wouldn't cover all his social obligations. But it was better than nothing.
"Like a girlfriend. Or someone who might actually still be around in six weeks. Hire a wife," she said with a nod. "You need a good woman to take care of you outside of the office. Ask "her" to glance at your gas gauge. She can schmooze Garrett and make sure your life is running smoothly. Keep you warm at night."
Her eyebrows waggled but Leo barely noticed.
"Hire a wife."
Could you even do such a thing? It seemed too perfect a solution.
A Doctor for Keeps by Lynne Marshall
Determined not to wake up Grandma Gerda, she tramped through the overgrown grass and shrubbery along the side of the house, searching for the mark.
Success! A brightly patterned rock nestled against the wooden gate stood out under the moonlight like fluorescent paint under black light. As she'd been told, she searched along the bottom for the small stick-on box holding the house key, hoping there weren't any nighttime creepy crawlers around. Just as she retrieved the box and opened it, the assaulting aroma of night-blooming jasmine tickled her nose. Sneezing with gusto, she dropped the key and got on her hands and knees to search for it, grateful there was a full moon.
A few seconds later, with key in hand, she emerged out of the thick overgrowth between two houses, heading for the huge wraparound porch belonging to her maternal grandmother. But not before tripping on a brick along the walkway. She lurched forward, swatting at the night for nonexistent support and letting fly a few choice words.
A bright light blinded her just as she stopped teetering and regained her balance.
"Who's there?" A distinctly deep and masculine voice came from the vicinity of the light.
She shielded her eyes with her forearms. "I'm Mrs. Rask's granddaughter. Who're you?"
The light lowered, allowing Desi to see a huge shadow, making her wish she'd kept up those kickboxing classesjust in case.
"I'm Kent, Gerda's next-door neighbor." The man stepped closer, studying her, as though he didn't believe her story. "I've never heard about a granddaughter."
Why would she expect otherwise? Wasn't she supposed to be the secret granddaughter? Especially since a Scandinavian stronghold like Heartlandia along the Columbia River in Oregon probably wasn't used to people like her.
WILD IRIS RIDGE BY RAEANNE THAYNE
She hurried and unlatched the window to let some of the smoke out. Just as she turned around, she heard an ominous crackling and a loud, angry roar from overhead.
Her stomach turned over. She had heard that sound once before, in one of the upstairs bedrooms one memorable wintry January day when she was seventeen. This was more than a problem with a poorly drawing flue. This was a chimney fire.
In that previous fire when she was living here, that had been a case of an old bird's nest falling and igniting. This could be another one or perhaps creosote buildup had ignited.
Whatever the reason, this was a nightmare. Chimney fires burned hot and fierce and could burn through the masonry, the walls. Everything. In addition, flying debris could ignite the roof and take down the entire hundred-twenty-year-old historic mansion.
She couldn't burn down Iris House. She had nothing else left.
Though she knew it was risky, in one last desperate effort, she aimed the fire extinguisher up the chimney, adrenaline shooting through her as fast and fierce as those flames, until the chemical ran out then she scooped up her purse and raced for the door with her phone in hand, already dialing 911.
Apparently, someone beat her to it. She ran out onto the porch just as a couple of guys in full uniforms were running out of a fire truck parked behind her car, lights flashing. Another engine was just pulling up behind it.
Somebody must have seen the smoke pouring out the window and called it in. Yay for nosy neighbors.
"Is there anybody else inside?" one of the firefighters asked her.
"No. Just me. It's a chimney fire, centered in the den. Go to the end of the hall, last door on the right."
"Thanks."
"Oh, am I so glad to see you guys," she called to the third firefighter she encountered as she headed down the steps of the porch.
This one wasn't in turnout gear, only a coat and helmet that shielded his features in the smoke and the gloomy night. She had only an impression of height and impressive bulk before he spoke in a voice as hard and terrifying as the fire.
"You won't be so glad to see us when we have you arrested for trespassing, arson and criminal mischief."
Lucy screwed her eyes shut as recognition flooded through her.
Oh, joy.
She should have known. Brendan Caine. He was probably the reason she hadn't wanted to call the fire department in the first place. Her subconscious probably had been gearing up for this encounter since she saw that first puff of smoke.
WEDDING AT CARDWELL RANCH BY B.J. DANIELS
Allie's was one of the older cabins. Because it was small and not in great shape, Nick had gotten a good deal on it. Being in construction, he'd promised to enlarge it and fix all the things wrong with it. That hadn't happened.
After Drew left, Allie didn't hurry inside the cabin. It was a nice summer night, the stars overhead glittering brightly and a cool breeze coming up from the river.
She had begun to hate the cabin--and her fear of what might be waiting for her inside it. Nick had been such a force of nature to deal with that his presence seemed to have soaked into the walls. Sometimes she swore she could hear his voice. Often she found items of his clothing lying around the house as if he was still there--even though she'd boxed up his things and taken them to the local charity shop months ago.
Just the thought of what might be waiting for her inside the cabin this time made her shudder as she opened the door and stepped in, Nat at her side.
The Vampire's Wolf by Jenna Kernan
He signaled for him to hold and glanced back to the intruders, gaping, as this was the first time he'd seen the Night Stalkers. The sight sent a shiver down his spine. There were two males and they were hideous, pale and rodentlike, just as he'd been told, with purple-skinned and misshapen heads that looked as if they'd been crushed. Their eyes were milky, and their noses, if you could call them that, were slitted as if they belonged to reptiles. And then he fixed on the woman, struggling against their grasp and making every effort to wrench herself free.
She did not seem of the same species. They'd said the females were lovely, and he was curious to see for himself.
She was tall and lithe, dressed modestly in a pair of faded blue jeans that sat low on her curvy hips. Her struggles showed him both the pink mobile phone that did not entirely fit in her back pocket and also the scrap of white lace undergarment that peeked from above her jeans. Her white T-shirt fit her like a second skin and had hiked over her flat stomach, showing a wide-open stretch of perfect skin and the dark indent of her navel. How long had she been a bloodsucker, and why was she fighting them?
The beams of sunlight chased across the yard, illuminating her to reveal that her hair was coppery red, shoulder length, and with ringlets that wound tight, curly as a corkscrew. They bounced as she tossed her head. He wanted to see her face, which was now covered by her hair.
Now what the hell did he do? He hadn't counted on killing a woman.
Not a woman, he reminded himself. A dangerous assassin. The female vamps killed by drawing energy. At least that's what the intel from the Israelis said. The Israelis had captured one but couldn't turn her, so they'd put her down.
She's not human. A killer. "A beauty," whispered his mind.
He shook his head. This wasn't possible. Her allure didn't work on him. That was what he'd been told. But he still found he didn't have the stomach to kill her. She'd be the capture, he decided. The colonel's prize.
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Sunday, May 17, 2009
Change Coping With Disconnectedness
The thoughts in this section of Hillary's article are particularly comparable to the 6-part series by Chuck McAlister posted at www.pastors.com entitled "How to transition an established church." This is because McAlister recommends that, as an eventual necessary step in the overall "transition" process, a pastor must actually re-locate the church and change its name. (See 3/1/06 Herescope for full urls of this article series).
Hillary states:
"PLANNED SECOND ORDER CHANGE IS A TRAUMATIC EXPERIENCE FOR AN ORGANIZATION. IT IS EQUIVALENT TO BEING TAKEN FROM THE PSYCHOSOCIAL COMFORT OF AN ESTABLISHED AND STABLE HOME, PASSING THROUGH A PERIOD OF HOMELESSNESS, AND REESTABLISHING COMFORT AND STABILITY IN A PLACE WHERE THE FUNDAMENTAL RULES, ROLES, AND RELATIONSHIPS ARE RADICALLY DIFFERENT." [emphasis added]
This paragraph above bears an uncanny correspondence to the "transition" process that McAlister describes.
Hillary continues the graphic analogy:
"Persuading people to let go of the 'old way of doing business' is one issue. Enabling them to survive the period of 'HOMELESSNESS' is even more challenging.... It is... imperative that leaders of planned second order change support people as they individually and collectively 'let go' of the way it has always been and open themselves up to the CHAOS that must precede a return to new stability. This support must be equal in quality to the support that was provided by the old context. If not, the MEMORY OF THE OLD ORDER WILL SEDUCE people back. This is a time for LEADERS TO BE GARDENERS, NOT MECHANICS."
Hillary lists five major points for leaders:
1. "TEACH PEOPLE ABOUT THE SECOND ORDER CHANGE PROCESS".... Learning about second order change should be one of the first lessons encountered by the 'community of learners.'" [McAlister says, "Communicate Your Vision Regularly."]
2. "APPLY STRONG, CONSISTENT, CENTRALIZED, AND TRUSTED LEADERSHIP".... Delegation and 'empowerment' should come later when a transition plan is needed to alter and refine core processes." [McAlister's Part 5 deals with this topic -- note the tight new centralization of leadership.]
3. "USE THE TOP OF THE DECISION MAKING SYSTEM AS A MECHANISM TO COMMUNICATE COMMITMENT AND INSTILL CONFIDENCE. "The decision making apparatus must be used to clear up ambiguity and confusion not add to it.... Decision making is a pwoerful opportunity to be symbolic." [See McAlister's Part 4, which changes the worship style of the church. This change is not only "symbolic," but it also opens the door to total "transformation" of doctrine.]
4. "DON'T SPEND TOO MUCH TIME IN THE SPACE BETWEEN THE WAY IT WAS AND THE WAY IT IS GOING TO BE." You risk institutionalizing disconnectedness and norming ambiguity. This amplifies the challenge and increases the complexity of change manifold." [McAlister tells pastors in Part 1 to "Stay Put" and "Refuse To Abandon Your Process."]
5. "DON'T HESITATE TO PLAY THE ROLE OF LEADER AS HEALER AND SOCIAL THERAPIST". During second order change, people need personal and professional support.... Organizational transformation is a psychosocial phenomenon. It is enabled by leadership that is more therapeutic than strategic." [The entire phenomena of a "transformed" church relies on this relational aspect, including the new "in-home community groups."]
THE TRUTH:
Although we "picked on" Chuck McAlister's 6-part "how to transition" series to make the points in Herescope series, there are many, many other writings about "how to transition" for church leaders located across the Internet and in popular books. Some writings come directly from leadership training entities. Others come from mission agencies, and various parachurch organizations. The same model is employed by all. The Hillary article was particularly exceptional to review because it used a more blatant and forthright manner to describe the mechanics of Change and Transformation.
We were able to utilize the John C. Hillary education reform article because the model for "transformation" is the same in every "sphere" of society. This is a planned, intentional global-scale change of culture, mission/purpose and organizational paradigm. The "transformation" of a local church may not seem that significant, but it is happening across the world. This article series was especially written at the request of a pastor in Africa who wanted to understand more about "change agents" for "transformation" which is coming into his country via American/global leadership training entities.
"For I am the Lord, I CHANGE NOT;... " (Malachi 3:6a)
Sunday, February 24, 2008
Zenpriest 54 The Way We Were
Alluring effective "first move." Got my attention.
If a woman is questioning in a man, she will find a way to get in his frontage.
Now, distinction this with the way the mating toy is played today, which reminds me of the hideous ritual of school dances with I was growing up.
The girls would all be acquainted with on one side of the gym, the boys on the a lot. The band would initiation playing, and for the first couple of dances the previous to get hard couples were the only ones on the not working.
For that reason, the cataloguing began. The bravest and furthermost cocky guys were the first ones to venture out and make the long trudge tangentially the gym not working to ask one of the wallflowers to dance. Of pass, being they were the furthermost confident, and felt like their strength and work to make the approach deserved whatever thing - they approached the prettiest girl waste away unpaired. In the past all, the furthermost impartially "attractive" girls were the ones who exuded the beauty to pencil in the boys tangentially that great contribute to.
Over time, supplies worked their way down the prettiness/boldness ranking, with the shyest boys sooner or later pairing up with the plainest girls.
Women who rely morally on the slow approach, above-board if it is the passive/aggressive approach of dressing and making themselves up like whores, and wear for men to approach them are at the exculpation of both where they rate on the fragility consequence and on the next of kin fighting of the boys. Such a woman will never get the best mates, as the prettier ones will residue his attention first.
Just like in every a lot part of life, a female who uses a over active approach to attracting the attention of a boy she fancies, as my HS girlfriend did, infinitely tilts the scales in her glance on the subject of who gets noticed and who doesn't.
"WOMEN Conversation Merrily, Coerce SEXUALLY Plain SIGNALS AND Add to THE MAN'S Bug, Alongside IF THEY Have space for Clearly NO Lead IN HIM. THIS GIVES A Woman Rank TO Consequence A MAN, SAYS [KARL GRAMMER OF THE LUDWIG BOLTZMANN Get going OF Developed ETHOLOGY IN VIENNA, WHO Intended 45 MALE-FEMALE PAIRS OF STRANGERS IN THEIR Teenage years AND Ahead of time TWENTIES]... Decisively, THE WOMEN As well SEEMED TO Gleam THE Find out - No matter what THE WOMEN DID HAD A Biting Employment ON No matter what THE MEN DID Near. 'YOU CAN Imagine Guy BEHAVIOUR FROM Female BEHAVIOUR BUT NOT THE Other WAY Declare,' SAYS GRAMMER" - "New Scientist Magazine" (London), February 14, 2001
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Zenpriest #19 - How Women Tell stories Fire
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