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    THE LOVE OF ONE IN TWOS

    PART THREE

    CHAPTER II


    The One in Twos-He The Love Hunter found then himself being introduced to a brown broad faced girl named Incarnation who highly likely resurrected as an anti-Eva female. She was neatly dressed and her hair was very shiny black besides she gave him a bright flash of a smile. He patted her on the cheek. They drank some three or four cups of tea using the reception desk as a five o'clock tea table and left. The Mayor of the Pushkin's beloved city-Erzurum had a girl with him too. The others stayed on at the dusky hall at the back part of the lyceum as if it's a dancehall. The mayor and his girl walked round to Incarnation's house with them. It was a room in a little courtyard. Beyond it was a great expanse of light colored desert land stretching as far as you could see under a wading light of a meaningless day based not on sexuality. In the distance were some tiny specks of fires. The mayor pointed at them with his full hand and whispered, "The time of coitus" Then they said good night at the door of Incarnation's little room that had a bed, a picture of a modestly fancied Eva and a new photograph of MADURO and his two friends Omar Al BACHIR of Sudan and ERDOGAN of Turkey stuck up by a pin. Lady Incarnation closed the door, bolted it and sat down on the bed looking up at The love Hunter with a smile. When everybody went away for a trip with the fanatics of Kim Yong of The north Korea out to play every day in Pool Square and told you about how in the black woods in winter the Islamic terrorist hyenas come down and howl through the lanes of the villages and sometimes they'd see both the President Putin and President Trump ride by all alone on a bay horse and once we were very proud because when we took off their hats we were very proud because he smiled and showed teeth of some of them like in the newspaper and touched his hat and we were very proud and he had an aide de camp but they had a cloth duck that they used to play with on the steps until it began to get dark and the Islamic Terror hyenas howled ran with little children's blood dripping from their snout through the streets of the villages only it was summer and between a Irish terrier and we'd be put to bed and an Irish girl was probably a young French girl from the black woods where the Islamic terror hyenas howled ran through the lanes and when everybody had gone to bed she would take you into her bed and it was a very long scary story and the worst of the Islamic terrorist hyenas howled through the streets gloaming to freeze little children's blood was the Hyena Caliph howling in the black woods and they were scared and she had breasts under her nightgown and the Hyena caliph was terrible scary and black hair and rub against her and outside the hyenas howled in the lanes and it was wet there and she said it was nothing she had just washed herself but the love hunter was really a man hold her close chest a man too howled through lanes with a bloody snout that tore up the bellies of girls and little children Hyena The Caliph and afterwards they knew what girls were made like and The Girl Student+18 was not silly and made him promise not to tell but any lady wouldn't have anyway insurgents win at The poll Square's soul mates part myriad to take auto ride says girl begged for her husband Oh you be-beautiful doll
    The great big beautiful doll the world cannot understand all that is involved in this the love hunter said.


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    THE LOVE OF ONE IN TWOS
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    It appeared amid other slices-over definitions, dialogues, fulfillments like mating and the like-of ordinary life like an ordinary worldly affair with the trappings and aids of what is both high and low and noble or vulgar but there is nothing of the sort. Eventually The One in Twos-He The love Hunter was honest and sincere. Everybody knew him. The people of the Pushkin's beloved city-Erzurum have fought side by side with him while peeping-through peephole-his coitus drills. The other part of the mating, say The Student Girl+18, yes her heart was with him then. She was reiterating, "Let me throw my arms around you Honey hasn't I been glad I found you almost motionless In midday languor on absurdity seas one million See coitus onlookers bounced jurors at the back gate of educational beef baroness namely the directress of The Girls Lyceum would compare love with Vesuvius emblazoned streets await tramp of paladins honey hasn't
    I been glad I found you. Oh you beautiful doll you great big beautiful doll trading white male drilling white apparatus in the genital region for the red lips of the world ladies when the troop's troops of Venezuela of MADURO, and ERDOGAN's TURKEY, and The KİM Yong's North Korea to have been defeated by liberal intellectuals..."


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    N.B CONFESSED LOVE MAKERS ON BENDED KNEES KISS THE SKIRTS OF THE STUDENT GIRLS+18....Explanations: The sunbeam movement is either at the front or back gates of The Girls Lyceum spreading to be reported and printed some time that a mating pare in a private pavilion like premises in The Lyceum undergoing an operation for the salvation from a trifling itching over scrotal surface was the greatest coitus makers were denied by both the school authorities and the janitors. The One in Twos who characterized the story as a deliberate fabrication he was a towboat captain and he knew the river blindfold from the Ceylon to the North Syria the significant region of the above-mentioned geography and the Northern India up to Pakistan for that matter and he would like to carry on with living in a bedroom similar to the place wherein no pilothouse smelt of a hundred burnt out pipes that would be the Mayor's Wife, say her flower the governor's Limousine's baggage and that there should be sufficient condone packages for the One in Twos and that's the ole chief janitor's window to scrutinize everything and nothing linked to mating and that there ought to be the cutter ready to be used by passing the police car when the other janitors would reach up to pull the whistle on the ceiling of the back gate-its reception desk-one could see the red and green bracelet tattooed under the black hairs on the chief janitor's wrist...

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    N.B CONFESSED LOVE MAKERS ON BENDED KNEES KISS THE SKIRTS OF THE STUDENT GIRLS+18....Explanations: The sunbeam movement is either at the front or back gates of The Girls Lyceum spreading to be reported and printed some time that a mating pare in a private pavilion like premises in The Lyceum undergoing an operation for the salvation from a trifling itching over scrotal surface was the greatest coitus makers were denied by both the school authorities and the janitors. The One in Twos who characterized the story as a deliberate fabrication he was a towboat captain and he knew the river blindfold from the Ceylon to the North Syria the significant region of the above-mentioned geography and the Northern India up to Pakistan for that matter and he would like to carry on with living in a bedroom similar to the place wherein no pilothouse smelt of a hundred burnt out pipes that would be the Mayor's Wife, say her flower the governor's Limousine's baggage and that there should be sufficient condone packages for the One in Twos and that's the ole chief janitor's window to scrutinize everything and nothing linked to mating and that there ought to be the cutter ready to be used by passing the police car when the other janitors would reach up to pull the whistle on the ceiling of the back gate-its reception desk-one could see the red and green bracelet tattooed under the black hairs on the chief janitor's wrist...

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    THE LOVE OF ONE IN TWOS
    PART TWO
    CHAPTER III

    Someone briefed: "My soul and body ole One in Twos-He The Love Hunter used to be a friend o' mine mating say, the time we been drilling and vacuuming each other's genital organs together on the Western side and beetle pirates used to The Pushkin's Beloved Country young fellers in those days and make them work all the time you couldn't get away less you swam ashore and the watery secretions thereof the mucosal cell of vulvae was too damnation cold an' the ole man used to take the fellers' condones away someone's they couldn't get a shore when the male drilling apparatus of The Love Hunter was anchored up in a crick or near major lips of the vulvae or something bro of the girl student+18 was mean customers the genital region hair pirates my soul and body had been so that there was an old-young feller they worked till he dropped semen and then they'd just sling him overboard of the mating bed tingling for semen smirched or dredging like them hair pirates did the meanest kind of work in winter with the spray of semen freezing on the lines an' cutting one's hands to shreds an' the dredge fouling every minute an' us having to haul it up an' fix it with everybody's hands in the icy saliva or semen hauled up a stiff once!


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    THE LOVE OF ONE IN TWOS
    PART TWO
    CHAPTER III


    YEP! There was the most convenient atmosphere giving way to words of philosophy and drills of coitus but what was that would be called a stiff? An explanation should come instantly: "My soul an' body a stiff's a vigorous man ma boy a young feller it was too without a stitch on him an' the body looked like it had been backed with a belaying pillar something terribly handsome or an' oaring adventurers maybe reckon he would work or was healthy or something an' the good man just back him till he died sure couldn't a been nothing but an caterpillar pirate..." Then of the student girl+18 mated with the love hunter in her school ...When she was little she lived in an old flat face brick house a couple of doors up the hill from The Girls Lyceum in the beloved city of Pushkin-Erzurum. The front part of the house was always dark because her mom kept the heavy lace curtains drawn to and the yellow linen shades with lace inset bands down, Sunday afternoons the girl student+18 and one of her girl friends and another girl and another friend-girl of course-had to sit in the front room and look at pictures or read books. The student girl+18 and her girl friends read the funny paper together because they were the oldest and the other two were just babies and not old enough to know what was funny any way. They couldn't laugh out loud because Daddy sat with the rest of The Sunday Star on his lap and usually went to sleep after dinner with the editorial section crumpled in one big blue veined hand; huh? Tiny curds of sunlight flickering through the lace insets in the window shade would lie on his bald head and on one big red flange old his nose and on the droop of one mustache and on his speckled Sunday vest and on the white starched shirtsleeves with shiny cuffs, held up above the elbow by a rubber band. The bro and one of his friends would sit on the same chair feeling each other's ribs jiggle when they laughed about the ousted kids-or rather excluded students for they were not female-setting off a cannon cracker under the captain's stool. The little ones would see them laughing and start laughing too, "Shut up, can't you," the bro would hiss at them out of the corner of his mouth. "You don't know what we're laughing at." Once in a while, if there was no sound from the mom who was taking her Sunday afternoon nap upstairs stretched out in the back bedroom in a faded lilac sack with frills on it, after they'd listened for a long time to the drawn out snort that ended in a little hiss of Daddy's snores, the brother would slip off his chair and the girl student would follow him without breathing into the front hall and out the front door. Once they'd closed it very carefully so that the knocker wouldn't bang, The bro would give her a slap, yell "You're it" and run off down the hill towards The Girls Lyceum, and she'd have to run after him, her heart pounding, her hands cold for fear he'd run away and leave her. Cold times the brick sidewalks might be icy even in August and there were pinky cheek women out spreading cinders outside their doors when the children went to or came back from the school. The bro never would walk with the rest of them because they were girls, he lagged behind or ran ahead. The Student Girl+18 wished she could walk with him but she couldn't leave her little friends who held tight onto her hands. One winter they got in the habit of walking up the hill with a little straw hair blue eyed girl who lived directly across the street and whose name was P...etcetera, etcetera. After some minutes The Student Girl and her girl friends walked home together. One of those girls usually had a couple of pennies to buy chocolate or candy banana aroma chewinggum…


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    THE LOVE OF ONE IN TWOS
    PART TWO
    CHAPTER III


    YEP! There was the most convenient atmosphere giving way to words of philosophy and drills of coitus but what was that would be called a stiff? An explanation should come instantly: "My soul an' body a stiff's a vigorous man ma boy a young feller it was too without a stitch on him an' the body looked like it had been backed with a belaying pillar something terribly handsome or an' oaring adventurers maybe reckon he would work or was healthy or something an' the good man just back him till he died sure couldn't a been nothing but an caterpillar pirate..." Then of the student girl+18 mated with the love hunter in her school ...When she was little she lived in an old flat face brick house a couple of doors up the hill from The Girls Lyceum in the beloved city of Pushkin-Erzurum. The front part of the house was always dark because her mom kept the heavy lace curtains drawn to and the yellow linen shades with lace inset bands down, Sunday afternoons the girl student+18 and one of her girl friends and another girl and another friend-girl of course-had to sit in the front room and look at pictures or read books. The student girl+18 and her girl friends read the funny paper together because they were the oldest and the other two were just babies and not old enough to know what was funny any way. They couldn't laugh out loud because Daddy sat with the rest of The Sunday Star on his lap and usually went to sleep after dinner with the editorial section crumpled in one big blue veined hand; huh? Tiny curds of sunlight flickering through the lace insets in the window shade would lie on his bald head and on one big red flange old his nose and on the droop of one mustache and on his speckled Sunday vest and on the white starched shirtsleeves with shiny cuffs, held up above the elbow by a rubber band. The bro and one of his friends would sit on the same chair feeling each other's ribs jiggle when they laughed about the ousted kids-or rather excluded students for they were not female-setting off a cannon cracker under the captain's stool. The little ones would see them laughing and start laughing too, "Shut up, can't you," the bro would hiss at them out of the corner of his mouth. "You don't know what we're laughing at." Once in a while, if there was no sound from the mom who was taking her Sunday afternoon nap upstairs stretched out in the back bedroom in a faded lilac sack with frills on it, after they'd listened for a long time to the drawn out snort that ended in a little hiss of Daddy's snores, the brother would slip off his chair and the girl student would follow him without breathing into the front hall and out the front door. Once they'd closed it very carefully so that the knocker wouldn't bang, The bro would give her a slap, yell "You're it" and run off down the hill towards The Girls Lyceum, and she'd have to run after him, her heart pounding, her hands cold for fear he'd run away and leave her. Cold times the brick sidewalks might be icy even in August and there were pinky cheek women out spreading cinders outside their doors when the children went to or came back from the school. The bro never would walk with the rest of them because they were girls, he lagged behind or ran ahead. The Student Girl+18 wished she could walk with him but she couldn't leave her little friends who held tight onto her hands. One winter they got in the habit of walking up the hill with a little straw hair blue eyed girl who lived directly across the street and whose name was P...etcetera, etcetera. After some minutes The Student Girl and her girl friends walked home together. One of those girls usually had a couple of pennies to buy chocolate or candy banana aroma chewinggum…


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    ANNEX:
    QUESTIONS&ANSWERS REGARDING TO THE MAIN PRINCIPLE OF THE LIVE HUNTERS DEFENDING THE PEOPLE AGAINST THE SEX TRAFFICKING-INCLUDING THAT OF THE EVIL DEED THEREBY THE ISLAMIC TERRORISTS WOULD PARE THE MORALITY OVER VICTIMIZING THE CHILDREN-AND PROTECTING EVERY CHILD AS THE HERO IN THE NEWEST NOVEL OF SOLZHENITSOF

    SEX TRAFFICKING OF CHILDREN IN THE TURKISH AYATOLLAH GULEN'S TEACHER NEW OTTOMAN CALIPH ERGODAN'S COUNTRY
    What is child trafficking?

    The recruitment, transportation, transfer, harbouring or receipt of a child for the purpose of exploitation.
    UN Convention against Transnational Organised Crime
    A child is anyone under the age of 18 years.
    UN Convention on the Rights of the Child
    What’s the problem?
    GLOBAL SEX TRAFFICKING
    Human trafficking is a complex phenomenon fuelled by the tremendous growth in the global sex market. Exploitation is driven by poverty, uneven development, official corruption, gender discrimination, harmful traditional and cultural practices, civil unrest, natural disasters and lack of political will to end it. The number of child victims trafficked worldwide for sexual exploitation or cheap labour on an annual basis is 1.2 million.1 Human trafficking, the third largest international crime, following illegal drugs and arms trafficking, is believed to be worth billions of dollars each year. Driving the trade is the demand for commercial sexual exploitation. Seventy-nine percent of all global trafficking is for sexual exploitation.2
    CHILD SEX TRAFFICKING IN THE TURKISH AYATOLLAH F. GULEN'S STUDENT NAMELY ERGODAN-THE CALIPH OF NEW OTTOMANS' COUNTRY!
    That country is considered a destination country for victims of trafficking, as well as–on a smaller scale–a place of transit for further destinations. According to the 2008 statistics from the International Organization for Migration (IOM) Turkey, Istanbul is the main port of entry for victims who have entered the IOM’s repatriation program (the majority of all identified victims), with 90% originating from there. To a lesser extent, Antalya, Trabzon and Diyarbakir were also reported to be major points of entry for Largest Global Criminal Activities...

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    THE LOVE OF ONE IN TWOS
    PART TWO
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    As for the other ingredients of the composition one could add that with at a little store on any avenue like street of the Pushkin's beloved city-Erzurum, escorting to whom that was The Girl Sturdent+18 always gave only one detail about her, say the girl+18 half so as she was who dedicated herself to mating with The Twos in One-He The Love Hunter who was very fond of her. One minute later than the actual drilling action of the male driller she asked The Student Girl+18 to come in under the quilt and they played dolls together under that cozy and highly likely rosy from the outer observation through the peephole in the back yard of the other premises, you know the corridors calling The One in Twos to give a start to coitus and finish it as soon as He-The Love Hunter could do. When The Student Girl+18 had gone the directress's voice called from the kitchen. That mom sort lady-the directress of the Girls Lyceum had made the chief janitor to carry on with his dog-watch job sleeves rolled up on his faded but hairy arms and a checked uniform on as if he was a cooker and was rolling piecrust for supper so that her hands were covered with flour... "The mating girl student+18, come here," he would say...


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    THE LOVE OF ONE IN TWOS
    PART TWO
    CHAPTER III


    As for the other ingredients of the composition one could add that with at a little store on any avenue like street of the Pushkin's beloved city-Erzurum, escorting to whom that was The Girl Sturdent+18 always gave only one detail about her, say the girl+18 half so as she was who dedicated herself to mating with The Twos in One-He The Love Hunter who was very fond of her. One minute later than the actual drilling action of the male driller she asked The Student Girl+18 to come in under the quilt and they played dolls together under that cozy and highly likely rosy from the outer observation through the peephole in the back yard of the other premises, you know the corridors calling The One in Twos to give a start to coitus and finish it as soon as He-The Love Hunter could do. When The Student Girl+18 had gone the directress's voice called from the kitchen. That mom sort lady-the directress of the Girls Lyceum had made the chief janitor to carry on with his dog-watch job sleeves rolled up on his faded but hairy arms and a checked uniform on as if he was a cooker and was rolling piecrust for supper so that her hands were covered with flour... "The mating girl student+18, come here," he would say...


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    THE LOVE OF ONE IN TWOS
    PART TWO
    CHAPTER III
    Eventually The Girl Student+18 knew from the cold quaver in the onlookers' voice that something was wrong. "Yes, Moms and Dads" the girl student+18 stood in front of the moms and dads shaking their heads about so that the two stiff sandy pigtails lashed-while she was mating with Twos in One-from side to side. "Stand still, child, for common anxiety induced people's sake...One of the moms or rather mom like ladies spoke, "I want to talk to you about something. That little colored girl you brought in this vague time..." The Girl Student's heart was dropping. She had a sick feeling and felt herself blushing, she hardly knew why, "Now, don't misunderstand me; I like and respect the, love hunting people for some of them are fine self respecting people in their place...And we must bring that big One in Twos-The Love Hunter-that has mated with me-in this bedroom again. Treating mating people kindly and with respect is one of the signs of good breeding...You mustn't forget that every bodies' mother like parents were wellborn every inch of them...The Pushkin's beloved city-Erzurum was very different in those days. We lived in a big house with most lovely lawns but you must never associate with coitus induced goals of those people on an equal basis. Living in this neighborhood it's all the more important to be careful about those things...Neither the virgins nor the mating lover females respect those who do..."


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    THE LOVE OF ONE IN TWOS
    PART TWO
    CHAPTER III


    As for the other ingredients of the composition one could add that with at a little store on any avenue like street of the Pushkin's beloved city-Erzurum, escorting to whom that was The Girl Sturdent+18 always gave only one detail about her, say the girl+18 half so as she was who dedicated herself to mating with The Twos in One-He The Love Hunter who was very fond of her. One minute later than the actual drilling action of the male driller she asked The Student Girl+18 to come in under the quilt and they played dolls together under that cozy and highly likely rosy from the outer observation through the peephole in the back yard of the other premises, you know the corridors calling The One in Twos to give a start to coitus and finish it as soon as He-The Love Hunter could do. When The Student Girl+18 had gone the directress's voice called from the kitchen. That mom sort lady-the directress of the Girls Lyceum had made the chief janitor to carry on with his dog-watch job sleeves rolled up on his faded but hairy arms and a checked uniform on as if he was a cooker and was rolling piecrust for supper so that her hands were covered with flour... "The mating girl student+18, come here," he would say...


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    THE LOVE OF ONE IN TWOS
    PART TWO
    CHAPTER III

    Eventually The Girl Student+18 knew from the cold quaver in the onlookers' voice that something was wrong. "Yes, Moms and Dads" the girl student+18 stood in front of the moms and dads shaking their heads about so that the two stiff sandy pigtails lashed-while she was mating with Twos in One-from side to side. "Stand still, child, for common anxiety induced people's sake...One of the moms or rather mom like ladies spoke, "I want to talk to you about something. That little colored girl you brought in this vague time..." The Girl Student's heart was dropping. She had a sick feeling and felt herself blushing, she hardly knew why, "Now, don't misunderstand me; I like and respect the, love hunting people for some of them are fine self respecting people in their place...And we must bring that big One in Twos-The Love Hunter-that has mated with me-in this bedroom again. Treating mating people kindly and with respect is one of the signs of good breeding...You mustn't forget that every bodies' mother like parents were wellborn every inch of them...The Pushkin's beloved city-Erzurum was very different in those days. We lived in a big house with most lovely lawns but you must never associate with coitus induced goals of those people on an equal basis. Living in this neighborhood it's all the more important to be careful about those things...Neither the virgins nor the mating lover females respect those who do..."


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    BREAKING NEWS OF VERY IMPORTATNT EVENTS....


    FROM THE CHABAT ORG TO PROF. MES** SOLZHENITSOF*
    (** DR. MUSTAFA ERDOGAN SURAT)
    By the Grace of G-d
    Dear Friend,
    Our hearts are shattered by the cold-blooded attack...) on our brothers and sisters—Jews of all walks of life gathered yesterday at Chabad-Lubavitch of Poway in celebration and prayer to the Almighty on Shabbat and the final day of Passover. While commemorating the Jewish people’s miraculous liberation from bondage and persecution more than 3,300 years ago, and preparing to remember their departed loved ones at the Yizkor service, these beautiful people were heinously attacked for no reason other than the fact that they were Jewish. We offer our immense gratitude to G-d that the full scope of the perpetrator’s evil intent to commit mass murder was miraculously unrealized when his rifle inexplicably jammed, though tragically not before snuffing out the life of a most beautiful human being and injuring others. Indeed, we mourn the holy soul of community trailblazer and activist Lori Gilbert-Kaye—Leah bat Reuven—who was so cruelly torn from our midst, and pray that G-d provide strength to her family and that they find solace in the many people she touched and the myriad activities she set in motion. The fruits of the immense good she planted on this earth will forever serve as extensions of her very life. We pray for the healing of all the injured, including Rabbi Yisroel Goldstein—Yisroel ben Chana Priva—who lost his index finger while being shot at from almost point-blank range and yet instantly ran to protect the children; 8-year-old Noya bat Eden (Dahan) and her uncle, Almog ben Ruti (Peretz) visiting from Sderot, Israel, and no stranger to terrorist attacks. We pray for the healing and comfort of their families, the entire Poway community, the Jewish people worldwide, and the entire world community—men, women and children of every type, each created in the image of the benevolent G-d whose hearts ache from senseless tragedies like these. The fact that these G-dless acts have multiplied of late underscores with even greater urgency the critical need for proper moral education for our youth, rooted in the belief in a Supreme Being—Whose Eye that Sees and Ear that Hears should preclude anyone from devaluing the life of another human being. Indeed, we are grateful to live in a country that is predicated on these values and thus protects our right to live openly and proudly as Jews, and we value immensely the friendship and outpouring of support from so many of our fellow Americans. We are particularly grateful to those whose brave stand against the shooter saved additional lives, including the city’s police department and all levels of government from the municipality on upward who have been working selflessly to ensure the safety and wellbeing of the Jewish community in Poway and around the country. At the onset of the Passover holiday only one week ago, at familial and communal seders held worldwide (including those conducted by thousands of Chabad-Lubavitch institutions across the globe), millions of Jews proclaimed that “[though] in every generation they rise to destroy us… the Holy One, blessed be He, saves us from their hand,” due to the unbreakable bond of His everlasting covenant with the Jewish people. In light of this covenant, the Rebbe, Rabbi Menachem M. Schneerson, of righteous memory, taught that we may not hide or cower even in the face of pure evil. To the contrary, we must drive it away. How? Cold-blooded, fanatical, baseless, relentless hatred can be uprooted from its core only by saturating our world with pure,undiscriminating, uninhibited, unyielding love and acts of kindness, and by teaching that to all our children, in our schools and our homes. Today more than ever, the Rebbe taught, we must spread love and unity; positivity and light. We must fulfill our covenant to spread the light of G-d, to act upon the urgent responsibility we all share to recognize and nurture within each other the loving handiwork of the Creator of all things. Even as we grieve and mourn, we must increase exponentially our acts of goodness and kindness. As Jews it surely behooves us also to increase our adherence to our special mitzvot, like donning tefillin (for men) and lighting Shabbat candles (for women), and to help others do the same. While performing our increased mitzvot let us keep in mind that in so doing we are extending the life of Leah bat Reuven. Apropos to the stirring prophecy read by the Jews gathered at Chabad-Lubavitch of Poway yesterday, along with their brethren around the world, may we finally merit to the time when the evils of war, hate and jealousy will be eradicated forever, when the world will instead be filled with the knowledge of G-d, with the coming of our righteous Moshiach speedily in our days. With deep pain, endless love and fierce determination, Sincerely...

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    FROM THE CHABAT ORG TO PROF. MES** SOLZHENITSOF*
    (** DR. MUSTAFA ERDOGAN SURAT)
    By the Grace of G-d
    Dear Friend,
    Our hearts are shattered by the cold-blooded attack...) on our brothers and sisters—Jews of all walks of life gathered yesterday at Chabad-Lubavitch of Poway in celebration and prayer to the Almighty on Shabbat and the final day of Passover. While commemorating the Jewish people’s miraculous liberation from bondage and persecution more than 3,300 years ago, and preparing to remember their departed loved ones at the Yizkor service, these beautiful people were heinously attacked for no reason other than the fact that they were Jewish. We offer our immense gratitude to G-d that the full scope of the perpetrator’s evil intent to commit mass murder was miraculously unrealized when his rifle inexplicably jammed, though tragically not before snuffing out the life of a most beautiful human being and injuring others. Indeed, we mourn the holy soul of community trailblazer and activist Lori Gilbert-Kaye—Leah bat Reuven—who was so cruelly torn from our midst, and pray that G-d provide strength to her family and that they find solace in the many people she touched and the myriad activities she set in motion. The fruits of the immense good she planted on this earth will forever serve as extensions of her very life. We pray for the healing of all the injured, including Rabbi Yisroel Goldstein—Yisroel ben Chana Priva—who lost his index finger while being shot at from almost point-blank range and yet instantly ran to protect the children; 8-year-old Noya bat Eden (Dahan) and her uncle, Almog ben Ruti (Peretz) visiting from Sderot, Israel, and no stranger to terrorist attacks. We pray for the healing and comfort of their families, the entire Poway community, the Jewish people worldwide, and the entire world community—men, women and children of every type, each created in the image of the benevolent G-d whose hearts ache from senseless tragedies like these. The fact that these G-dless acts have multiplied of late underscores with even greater urgency the critical need for proper moral education for our youth, rooted in the belief in a Supreme Being—Whose Eye that Sees and Ear that Hears should preclude anyone from devaluing the life of another human being. Indeed, we are grateful to live in a country that is predicated on these values and thus protects our right to live openly and proudly as Jews, and we value immensely the friendship and outpouring of support from so many of our fellow Americans. We are particularly grateful to those whose brave stand against the shooter saved additional lives, including the city’s police department and all levels of government from the municipality on upward who have been working selflessly to ensure the safety and wellbeing of the Jewish community in Poway and around the country. At the onset of the Passover holiday only one week ago, at familial and communal seders held worldwide (including those conducted by thousands of Chabad-Lubavitch institutions across the globe), millions of Jews proclaimed that “[though] in every generation they rise to destroy us… the Holy One, blessed be He, saves us from their hand,” due to the unbreakable bond of His everlasting covenant with the Jewish people. In light of this covenant, the Rebbe, Rabbi Menachem M. Schneerson, of righteous memory, taught that we may not hide or cower even in the face of pure evil. To the contrary, we must drive it away. How? Cold-blooded, fanatical, baseless, relentless hatred can be uprooted from its core only by saturating our world with pure,undiscriminating, uninhibited, unyielding love and acts of kindness, and by teaching that to all our children, in our schools and our homes. Today more than ever, the Rebbe taught, we must spread love and unity; positivity and light. We must fulfill our covenant to spread the light of G-d, to act upon the urgent responsibility we all share to recognize and nurture within each other the loving handiwork of the Creator of all things. Even as we grieve and mourn, we must increase exponentially our acts of goodness and kindness. As Jews it surely behooves us also to increase our adherence to our special mitzvot, like donning tefillin (for men) and lighting Shabbat candles (for women), and to help others do the same. While performing our increased mitzvot let us keep in mind that in so doing we are extending the life of Leah bat Reuven. Apropos to the stirring prophecy read by the Jews gathered at Chabad-Lubavitch of Poway yesterday, along with their brethren around the world, may we finally merit to the time when the evils of war, hate and jealousy will be eradicated forever, when the world will instead be filled with the knowledge of G-d, with the coming of our righteous Moshiach speedily in our days. With deep pain, endless love and fierce determination, Sincerely...

    THE LOVE OF ONE IN TWOS
    PART TWO
    CHAPTER III


    The new situation from the point of the author's agenda had must change totally having been to give no new opportunities to plunge into the life based on the view of points have to be based on sexology-if not eroticism-for some thousand years up till now, huh? "That's all, the student girl+18, you understand; now run in and read your lessons induced textbooks while getting ready to play piano. One more point: Remember that it'll soon be time for your supper." The girl student+18 tried to speak but she couldn't. She stood stiff in the middle of the ancient building of The Girls Lyceum on the grating that covered the inter corridors space, staring through the ventilation windows at the back fence. "Love Hunting lover," yelled one janitor in her ear. "The Love Hunter's love ump-mew-mew. Phew, phew The Twos in One-He The Love Hunter phew and mew" the girl student+18 began to cry although The Love Hunter wasn't a talkative brunet face boy who could pitch a mean outcurve when he was still little. He learned to swim and yet not to dive...


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    In the thinnest creek and used to say he wanted to be captain on not steering but sitting on the board of a steamboat when he grew up. For several years his best friend was One of The twos in One-Id whose father was a coitus induced dream. After that The Twos in One-He The Love Hunter or rather The Twos in One-He The love Hunter wanted to be a jetfighter pilot. The girls similar to The Student Girl+18 used to tag around after The Twos in One whenever they'd let her, to the car barns at the head of The republic Avenue of the Pushkin's beloved city-Erzurum where The Twos in One's, say The Love Hunters old sweethearts made friends with some of the jetfighter pilots and captains of the steamboats who used to let them ride on the platform a couple of blocks sometimes if there wasn't any The Governor or the Mayor around, down along the thinnest Creek or up Rock Creek where they caught tadpoles and fell in the water and splashed each other with mud. Some early summer evenings when the twilight was long after supper they played lions and tigers with other kids from the neighborhood in the long grass of some empty lots near Oak Hill Cemetery. There were long periods when there was measles or scarlet fever around and their moms wouldn't let them out. Then some boys would come down and they'd play three-o-cat in the back yard. Those were the times The Girl Students liked best. Then the boys treated them as one of them. Summer dusk would come down on them sultry and full of lightning bugs. If their dads were feeling in a good mood he'd send them up the hill to the drugstore on the nearest street to buy chocolate, there'd be young men in their shirtsleeves and straw hats being not able to be strolling with girls who wore a stick of punk in their hair to keep off the mosquitoes, a rankness and a smell of cheap perfume from the colored families crowded on their doorsteps, laughing, talking softly with frankly-and yet have to be occasional flash of teeth, rolling of a white eyeball. The dense sweaty night was scary, hummed, rumbled with distant thunder, with July bugs, with the clatter of the one horse carts traffic from the streets around, the air of the street dense and breathless under the thick trees she but when she waswith a friend and any boy she wasn't scared, not even of drunks or big shamble footed blue collar workers.


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    In the thinnest creek and used to say he wanted to be captain on not steering but sitting on the board of a steamboat when he grew up. For several years his best friend was One of The twos in One-Id whose father was a coitus induced dream. After that The Twos in One-He The Love Hunter or rather The Twos in One-He The love Hunter wanted to be a jetfighter pilot. The girls similar to The Student Girl+18 used to tag around after The Twos in One whenever they'd let her, to the car barns at the head of The republic Avenue of the Pushkin's beloved city-Erzurum where The Twos in One's, say The Love Hunters old sweethearts made friends with some of the jetfighter pilots and captains of the steamboats who used to let them ride on the platform a couple of blocks sometimes if there wasn't any The Governor or the Mayor around, down along the thinnest Creek or up Rock Creek where they caught tadpoles and fell in the water and splashed each other with mud. Some early summer evenings when the twilight was long after supper they played lions and tigers with other kids from the neighborhood in the long grass of some empty lots near Oak Hill Cemetery. There were long periods when there was measles or scarlet fever around and their moms wouldn't let them out. Then some boys would come down and they'd play three-o-cat in the back yard. Those were the times The Girl Students liked best. Then the boys treated them as one of them. Summer dusk would come down on them sultry and full of lightning bugs. If their dads were feeling in a good mood he'd send them up the hill to the drugstore on the nearest street to buy chocolate, there'd be young men in their shirtsleeves and straw hats being not able to be strolling with girls who wore a stick of punk in their hair to keep off the mosquitoes, a rankness and a smell of cheap perfume from the colored families crowded on their doorsteps, laughing, talking softly with frankly-and yet have to be occasional flash of teeth, rolling of a white eyeball. The dense sweaty night was scary, hummed, rumbled with distant thunder, with July bugs, with the clatter of the one horse carts traffic from the streets around, the air of the street dense and breathless under the thick trees she but when she waswith a friend and any boy she wasn't scared, not even of drunks or big shamble footed blue collar workers.


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    When they were to get back would smoke-as they used to do-a cigar and they'd sit out in the back garden of the Girls lyceum and the mosquitoes would eat them up and the directress or rather the mom of the school and Army of Janitors and the student girls+18 ready to be mating with the Twos in One would eat the ice-cream and yet the Chief Janitor would just smoke a cigar and tell them stories of when his father had been a primitive jetfighter down on the sustaining on pan-cake sin his younger days and he'd saved the gold dollars in distress linked to the kettle-bottoms in a European cultural gale. Then it'd get time to go to bed and the student girls+18 ready to be mating would be sent home and the specter of The Twos in One have to go to bed in the stuffy little back room on the top floor with her textbooks in their cribs against the opposite wall. Maybe a thunderstorm would come up and she'd lie awake staring up at the ceiling cold with fright, ruminating in her memos whimpering as she slept not until she heard the reassuring sound of her mom scurrying about the house closing windows, the slam of a door, the whine of wind and rattle of rain and the thunder rolling terribly loud...


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    Times like both The One in Twos-He The Love Hunter and The Student Girl+18 s thought of going down to the bedroom in The Municipality Palace of The Pushkin's Beloved City-Erzurum and crawling into bed before mating, but for some reason they were not afraid of the mucosal hyper sensitivity because of the friction by reiterating coituses though sometimes she would go out as far as the landing. Instead of the situation having made the male drilling apparatus of The Love Hunter-He namely The One in Twos would have liked laugh at her and call her a softie, and yet about once a week The Love Hunter also would get spanked. The Mayor or the Administrator would come bedroom from the bald moors of that subarctic region city-Erzurum where they repeated several mating induced sucking, licking, kissing, sexual intercourse, working to delay ejaculation or orgasm as if trying swimming drills, representing saliva scattering and out of sorts, and the student girl+18 would be scared of his male drilling apparatus and go about the house quiet as mice; but The Twos in One-He The Love Hunter seemed to like to provoke both her and him himself, the mayor's wife and the other onlookers looking at the mating pair through the peephole run whistling through the back hall or clatter up and down stairs making a tremendous racket with their, say stub toed iron plated shoes, crampons etcetera, etcetera.


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    Times like both The One in Twos-He The Love Hunter and The Student Girl+18 s thought of going down to the bedroom in The Municipality Palace of The Pushkin's Beloved City-Erzurum and crawling into bed before mating, but for some reason they were not afraid of the mucosal hyper sensitivity because of the friction by reiterating coituses though sometimes she would go out as far as the landing. Instead of the situation having made the male drilling apparatus of The Love Hunter-He namely The One in Twos would have liked laugh at her and call her a softie, and yet about once a week The Love Hunter also would get spanked. The Mayor or the Administrator would come bedroom from the bald moors of that subarctic region city-Erzurum where they repeated several mating induced sucking, licking, kissing, sexual intercourse, working to delay ejaculation or orgasm as if trying swimming drills, representing saliva scattering and out of sorts, and the student girl+18 would be scared of his male drilling apparatus and go about the house quiet as mice; but The Twos in One-He The Love Hunter seemed to like to provoke both her and him himself, the mayor's wife and the other onlookers looking at the mating pair through the peephole run whistling through the back hall or clatter up and down stairs making a tremendous racket with their, say stub toed iron plated shoes, crampons etcetera, etcetera.


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    Then somebody would start scolding the mating pair, say The Student Girl+18 and The Twos in One-He The Love Hunter and onlookers would stand in front of somebody without saying a word glaring at the floor with bitter rainbow eyes. The mating Student Girl+18 or rather her insides knotted up and froze when somebody like dad would start up the stairs to the bathroom pushing the bro in front of him. She knew what would happen. He'd take down the razor strop from behind the door and put the boy's head and shoulders under his arm and beat him. The bro would clench his teeth and flush and not say a word and when the dad was tired of beating him they'd look at each other and the bro would be sent up to his room and dad would come down stairs trembling all over and pretend nothing had happened, and The mating Student+18 would slip out into the yard with her fists clenched whispering to herself, "I should carry on with mating with the Twos in One-He The Love Hunter although he couldn't be able to help my bro. All in all I hate not dad...I hate his way of violating the soul of all new generations..."

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    Another person entered the talk: "Then let's be imagining that once a drizzly Sunday night she stood against the fence-what fence indeed?-in the dark looking up at the lighted window. She could hear dad's voice and bro's in an argument. She thought maybe she'd fall down dead at the first thwack of the razor strop. She couldn't hear what they were saying. Then suddenly it came, the leather sound of blows and bro stifling a gasp. Eventually she wasn't+18 then. Something broke loose. She rushed into the kitchen with her hair all wet from the rain, "Mom, he's killing my brother. Stop it.", and her mother turned up a withered helpless drooping face from a pan she was scouring. "Oh, you can't do anything." The girl ran upstairs and started beating on the bathroom door. "Stop it, stop it," her voice kept yelling. She was scared but something stronger than she was had hold of her. The door opened ; there was her bro looking sheepish and dad with his face all flushed and the razor strop in his hand. 'Beat me ... it's me that's bad ... I won't haveyou beating Joe like that.' She was scared. She did not know what to do, tears stung in her eyes so that her dad's voice was heard unexpectedly kind. "You go straight up to bed without any supper and remember that you have enough to do to fight your own battles! Do you hear my words as you would be getting ready to mate with The Twos in One-He the Love Hunter." She ran up to her room and lay on the bed shaking while having been dreaming herself under the hairy body of the man having a big male drilling apparatus to dig her vulva using her mucosal secretion as a liquid material to lubricate the female tunnel useful in making sperms to run to the target cell ready to be seeded as the soil watered well under the sun of love."

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