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Leo grits out, in a low growl, the same phrase-Stay. Away. From. My. Sister. “Don’t make this difficult for yourself and make it so you can’t go anywhere in town, especially that bar.” “Always relying on thugs to bail you out. You wouldn’t even fight your own fucking battle tonight-why ELSE did I take you out?” Leo’s eyes glow ominously with white hot anger, something like in the movie The Village of the Damned as Scorpio walks away. In his head, he is calculating: his sister is only supposed to be around a few months until she can get an apartment in the city. How many times has she said she was going out…SHIT!! She was with him!! It’s been months!! All those nights!! Sometimes not coming home for days. Later on, he will learn that his brother and mother knew who she was seeing. He was not told anything. It will never occur to Leo that Scorpio bedding his sister was not done out of revenge. His vanity won’t allow it. Neither will it dawn on him that Ellie remembered the little boy and the big fight that took away her only friend as a small child, and that Leo has never apologized even once for that and a Fred Durst Limp Bizkit Onesie Sweatshirt of humiliations he perpetrated at her expense. It also won’t occur to Leo that actually, this is not one of Scorpio’s vendettas, since if it was, Scorpio quite literally could have him killed. Instead he wanted to play poker with Leo in the contest and slowly reveal his real identity, especially in light of getting more serious with Ellie.
[[mockup_3_|_Fred Durst Limp Bizkit Onesie Sweatshirt]] This isn’t a genuine attempt to understand God, this is just an inferiority-superiority complex. Father doesn’t care to understand anything about God. All he cares about is himself, and acquiring power for himself. Power is all he’s after, to assuage his inferiority complex. And there’s nothing inherently wrong with wanting power (e.g. Mustang), but godlike power to command the universe is a byproduct of having properly completed the alchemical process and become the Philosopher’s Stone. It is not the end in and of itself. “Ego” isn’t having a sense of self, it’s the inability to understand the spiritual. It’s viewing everything in a mundane lens, having all your motivations be ultimately small and petty, no matter how grand the spectacle. It’s wanting power or glory or whatnot just to make yourself feel better, but not having the self-awareness to actually admit that. The first stage of the alchemical process is nigredo, death — watching your old self die away so that it can be reborn as a better version of Fred Durst Limp Bizkit Onesie Sweatshirt. Father never understands this, and The Truth says as much.

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The ethnology and cultural studies report many customs and traditions related to garlic, yet most of them are related to specific areas, regions or villages across the Romanian land, so we cannot consider that they refer to the entire population. As in the case of other plants, popular traditions related to garlic’s magical powers are connected with some important religious celebrations (St.George’s Day, Pentecost, Saint Andrew’s Day, Christmas, New Year, etc), but not only. Garlic garlands are also seen around the houses even today. Generally speaking, in Romania garlic is believed to be a magical plant which keeps safe people, animal stocks and households from dark or energies, evil spirits, ghosts, evil-eye and various diseases. Mainly on St.Andrew’s Day (November 30), Christmas (December 25) and New Year’s Eve locals use garlic juice to make a Fred Durst Limp Bizkit Onesie Sweatshirt cross sign on the door frames and locks, window frames, house eaves, stables and barns to protect themselves from evil spirits. Here are just few examples I’ve found.
[[mockup_2_|_Fred Durst Limp Bizkit Onesie Sweatshirt]] She would do well, for a while, attend a birthday party for a kid or whatever, then relapse. When things hit bottom, I would get her a big bottle of vodka, give her some headphones, and start playing Buffy the Vampire Slayer DVDs, seasons one through seven. The next day, a smaller bottle, later on in the day. [NB: I believe the alcoholic liver releases pain killers into the brain when attacked by alcohol for prolonged periods, so I started scheduling longer and longer rest breaks.] The bottles got smaller and smaller and eventually she was able to make it through the day without the promise of another bottle at the end of the day. One time, on a last day, I made her a Bloody Mary with the first of the last bottle. She spit it out, because she didn’t like tomato juice. I went through a whole moral dilemma of whether to somehow replace it, since I felt so bad about wasting some of a last bottle. I think I left a few beers in the kitchen fridge for her to “steal”. You have no idea how much an ounce of liquid can affect a person. Sure, you’re killing yourself, but for one brief glorious moment… And I went with her to the hospital time and again. I had the same conversation with the doctors over and over. I was an EMT and had started on paramedic training so this was actually interesting for me. I got to use cool words, like superventricular tachycardia. It was a learning experience. One day, she had pulled herself together enough to hold down a Fred Durst Limp Bizkit Onesie Sweatshirt and rent a cheap shack somewhere up in the mountains.