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I've hired a lawyer to represent me in family court to establish paternity and custody of my newborn son. My ex moved states away to relocate to be near family for his birth, therefore the case and my lawyer are also out of state.
Since I've paid my retainer, I've found my lawyer to be slow to respond and not at all consultative - instead waiting for me to direct them. Having never been through the family court system, or any court system for that matter, I am generally clueless to legal process, let alone legal process where the case is filed or how and when to advocate for myself. Frankly, I was under the impression that is what I had hired them to do.
Acknowledging I am already in a position where I feel vulnerable, I'm reaching out to this community to understand what "normal conduct" is, what I should expect from my lawyer, and what I might need to take on myself through self-directed online research.
Issues I've encountered:

1. Lawyer has not provided much by way of guidance - certainly nothing in writing
2. My lawyer hasn't communicated a plan, any discussions have been high level - again, nothing in writing
3. It has been months, my Lawyer still hasn't communicated with my ex's lawyer
4. My lawyer has asked me what I want in terms of custody and visitation and seems unwilling to explain my options - I want whats in my son's best interest, but I'm unsure what that might be given the distance between us
5. Possible cultural differences; when under stress I become monotone and can be sarcastic to cut tension - he has reacted negatively to this - probably the only time in my life I have experienced this

I'm worried this isn't normal - and by continuing with him I am placing myself and my relationship with my son in peril. I worry that any action I take may be an overreaction to what is otherwise a normal dynamic.
Any thoughts?

I am 32(f) years old and he is nearing 40. We have been together for 8 years this August and I am unbelievably frustrated.
We used to have sex multiple times a week. This was up until maybe a year ago when things began to dwindle. I have tried to talk to him about it over and over again. He says he still finds me attractive and still flirts with me, but then nearly never follows through.
He told me a long time ago that he feels self concious about his body but despite me insisting he is handsome, he refuses. I tried to get him to start working out with me but he won't. He won't work out or eat healthy on his own either.
I can't leave for a few reasons. One is that I am a foreigner and I cannot afford to support myself as long as I am studying. Second is, he knowingly gave me HSV so even if I do leave, I will still be a social/sexual pariah despite me only having had two long-term relationships and otherwise very cautious (I know it is an unfaiuninformed stigma, but it is what it is).
I also still love him. We agreed once that while I have HL and would be happy with every day (what we once had), I understood that this was not ideal for him. It has gone down to not even once a month. We last had sex in April. Even when he has tried the odd time to have sex with me, he is so impersonal. I need the intimacy. I need to be kissed, loved, and closeness, but he keeps saying he can't understand that because sex isn't emotional for him. I always have to just take care of myself while he more or less uses only the most necessary components to finish himself.
I am at a point where I can't even focus on my studies because I keep fantasizing about sex but then I want to cry when I am alone because I can't have it with him. He acts like a friend to me but he doesn't look at me like he used to. That look where you can see your partner finds you attractive.
I have lost some weight and consider myself decently attractive. I'm not a model, but I have had no issues with other men trying to flirt with me - and he knows this and even uses this as an example as to why he thinks I am pretty. But I don't want them, I want him to want me. He is only ever more physically touchy with me when in public, but it just upsets me because it feels like a performance. I am at a point where seeing sex scenes in movies just makes me longing and sad.
One part of me just wants to leave him when my studies are over because I will be allowed to stay longer as long as I get a job that pays enough to meet the minumum standard of living here. One part just so desperately wants him to want me again because despite this, I still love him.
Direct communication does nothing. He promises he still wants me and loves me, but I am at a point where I sit here and get turned on while simultanously feeling heartbroken and frustrated. He also tells me that his age plays a role, and maybe it's true, but I don't know. I just know that I need to feel wanted.

Currently driving a 2019 CX-5, but my hobbies are pushing me beyond its capabilities and a truck makes the most sense. I'm tired of trying to fit lumber or hauling dirt for my garden in a cross over. My CX-5 also has its limitations off road. I spend a lot of time out doors making it to remote trail heads and some better off road performance would be welcome.
Im looking for a midsize truck around 60k or less. The upcoming Ford Ranger Raptor seems to be my absolute ideal. Right price (if one can be had at MSRP), good performance, decent bed size / payload capacity and off road ability. After having some calls with every local dealer, it seems like that will be nearly impossible to get without a premium that puts it into the realm of the full F150 Raptor or beyond. One dealer agreed to put me on the list for a 35k market adjustment. Its lunacy.
Similar story with the upcoming Tacoma TRD-Pro / trailhunter.
In short I'm looking for a something in the same vein, but that can actually be ordered or reserved without a stratospheric markup.

So due to some pretty bad health issues at home, I won't be able to do any real ''vacation'' stuff this summer.
Seeing as I haven't got enough problems, I decided to take on another aquarium-related project to have something to do this summer. So I went searching online and I found an old 230 gallon tank. Included was a back-to-nature 3D Amazon background (these are pretty expensive, even now) and a bunch of other stuff, such as an Eheim Professional 1 filter (been years since I've seen of those). According to the owner who is a charming older gentleman, the tank has a very tiny drip leak somewhere near the bottom. Glass looks good, barely any scratches. Dirty and a lot of hard water stains sure, but not scratched or chipped. He has not had any water in the tank for over 10 years though.
The issue for me is this. I have had experience doing re-seals in the past without issue. I know the procedure and how to do it. However, I want to avoid having to break the entire tank down completely if possible. Could I get away with only doing a re-seal during these conditions? Taking the entire tank apart is not a one man job and would create a lot more stress.
The plan is to clean it up entirely, re-sealing, then doing a complete euro-brace of the tank and to build a nice stand for it, scaping and later housing South American cichlids.
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tldr: Old tank, can I get away with a re-seal or do I have to break the entire thing down?

I am currently looking for tips on how to get the pops/generated cash quickly for paragons on mobile. I know that super late game in mobile is not a good idea but currently it is what makes me play the game. As much as I would like to spam a lot of towers to get the pops/generated cash required fast, I would rather not always do it due to the lag it causes. Here is how I currently do the pops/cash requirement for paragons (and how I will for the upcoming paragon):

• Dart - 250 with 240 dart monkeys
• Boomerang - 205 boomerang and also 052 if there is space near the entrance
• Ninja - x5x ninja
• Buccaneer - xx5 with xx4 bucc as it aids with cash generation. i put 250 bucc when i feel the need to speed up the process
• Engineer - xx5 with xx4 engis
• Ace - 205 ace
• Wizard - 501 wizard
• Sub - probably 205 with 204 subs

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I tried the infinite regrow farm multiple times but I find the process too slow. It's either I play with 1 frame per minute or wait for 8 hours before I get a third of the required number of pops.

Day 1:
Few of the tributes got much sleep that night. The parties all throughout the Capitol did not end until dawn, and the noise could be heard in the accommodation building. Vannery and Carton ate breakfast slowly, like zombies. They were subsequently taken to the holding rooms. Organza wished Carton good luck before accompanying Vannery in her cell. She kept trying to reassure her as she put on her beige shorts and t-shirt. The young girl attached her hair with a purple ribbon that had been provided and climbed into the glass tube. Organza hugged her one last time, feeling her tears soaking her shoulder.
It was Platonia Travers who accompanied Carton. She muttered to herself about the outfit choice for this year. She tried to be cold to the boy, but she accepted to help him tie the purple ribbon to his wrist. He gave her a sad smile : “I probably won’t come back, but it’s nice to know that everyone in the Capitol isn’t heartless.” Platonia stood, mute, as the boy’s platform started to rise. She couldn’t keep the tears in this time.
A few cells over, the atmosphere was as morose. Alexandra had finally deigned to discuss their strategy with Delta. She accepted his plan of staying on the sidelines while he ran to the cornucopia. Still, he looked at her suspiciously and hounded her about working together for the whole breakfast. Halifax gave Delta one last pill to combat the morphling withdrawal, assuring him that the only symptoms he would experience were a mild headache and maybe some stiffness. He subsequently accompanied him to his holding room while Sean Callahan went with Alexandra.
Halifax took advantage of being alone with his mentee : “You shouldn’t trust her. I know these kinds of girls. They look harmless, but they’ll stab you in the back as soon as you let down your guard.”
“But-but…”
“You like her, huh ? Too bad, she doesn’t. So, man up and move on !”
Delta did not know what else to say. He climbed into the glass tube in silence, his brows forming a single black line over his dark eyes.
In the next holding room, another conversation was happening. “You don’t plan on allying with Delta, do you ?” asked Sean Callahan. Alexandra looked away coyly. “ I have other plans… With Angelo, we have an agreement.”
The mentor sighed, but he did not criticize the girl. He just told her to be prudent. You couldn’t trust careers. Alexandra nodded then flinched as the glass tube started descending from the ceiling.
The first thing she noticed as she rose into the arena was the noise. She hadn’t even emerged that she could hear a cacophony of bird songs. It was almost deafening, and she covered her ears before protecting her eyes from the sunlight.
The racket made Delta’s headache intensify. He first looked to his sides ; Hattie (3) cowered on the left while Angelo (2), on the right, was focusing on the cornucopia. This year, it had been made out of a thin weave of golden metal, almost like a very shiny basket. After this zoom on the cornucopia, the cameras started moving around to show off the arena. The tributes stood in the clearing of a dense rainforest. The terrain was relatively flat, with a few creeks and an explosion of colorful flowers. The main attraction of it was the birds, however, as thousands of them fluttered about, sang, and screamed.
As Carton looked around for his allies, Head Gamemaker Vishwa welcomed the tributes and wished the odds to be ever in their favor before starting the 30 seconds countdown. With Borea (5) and the girl from 10 to his sides, he didn’t feel safe. He finally found what he was looking for, but he didn’t like that his allies were so spread out. He made eye contact with Rivage and Vannery but was unable to see Sardine, who stood on the opposite side of the cornucopia.
Vannery caught sight of her district partner, as well as Sardine. She gave them a small wave, but made the mistake of looking to her left, where Perfecto (1) was sneering at her. Georges (N), on the other side, was just as intimidating. Instead, she looked straight ahead. As the countdown reached ten, she spotted a coil of rope on the outside of the cornucopia.
Delta had been pondering, unsure if it was worth entering the bloodbath. Alexandra, who happened to be just two podiums over, winked at him. She then pointed to the cornucopia. He understood. At that moment, the countdown reached zero. He sprinted to the center of the clearing, expecting her to follow, but she stayed on her podium.
On later replays, it was shown that Alexandra was winking at Angelo and not her district partner. As the boy from 2 sprinted forth to the cornucopia, the girl waited for a few seconds. She moved only when most of the other tributes were too occupied and grabbed a knife as well as a small bag of food. Angelo acted like he helped the other career tributes in order to pick up weapons and supplies, but as soon as they were occupied, he joined Alexandra. The pair was actually one of the first to leave the clearing, not counting Circuit (3) and the pair from 10 who had run away immediately.
When Vannery realized that she was running side to side with Perfecto (1), she immediately changed course and ran to Carton. She had to give up on the rope but managed to pick a water bottle off of the corpse of the boy from 9, who had just been stabbed by Glare (9).
If the career pack didn’t notice the disappearance of one of theirs, it wasn’t the case for Delta. When he saw his district partner escape with Angelo, he became enraged. He tried to exit the cornucopia. Fraxen then attacked him to try and steal his backpack. Delta threw him to the ground and punched him so hard it broke his neck. Now he had lost trace of Alexandra. As the fighting started to die down, he ran in a random direction.
Carton had dodged one of Glare’s knives and grabbed a bag of food and an unwieldy lance before Vannery and Rivage joined him. The trio heard Sardine scream from the other side of the cornucopia. Carton wanted to go and help her, but a second gargled wail convinced him that they couldn’t do anything else, especially since Proserpina (2) had now retrieved her axe from Sardine’s chest. As they left, they could hear the crunching of Ora’s neck (12) at the hands of Georges (N).
Meanwhile, Alexandra and Angelo were already far away, giggling at each other. It was only after Perfecto had stabbed Hattie (3) to death that the career pack noticed Angelo’s absence, but they didn’t seem bothered by it.
Delta was halfway to the perimeter when the five bloodbath cannons sounded. He was still seething, and the running helped him calm down. Eventually, he collapsed on the side of and old mossy tree, out of breath. Once he was a little better, he explored his surroundings. The big tree had a hole in his roots where Delta could fit, although it was a squeeze. He decided to stay there for now and used moss to hide himself. He also put some in his ears, which helped with his headache.
Carton, Rivage and Vannery had been running in the opposite direction. They wanted to put the most distance between themselves and the other tributes. They stopped long after the bloodbath cannons had sounded. They set up camp a few hundred feet away from the Northern part of the perimeter, next to a creek. Carton helped Rivage to take inventory. He had the lance, Rivage had gotten a trident, and between the three of them they had enough food to last two days at most. The bottle Vannery had taken was only half full, but the water of the creek was clear and drinkable.
The trio decided to stay put. Vannery and Carton would work on a shelter while Rivage fished for their dinner, as they had agreed to during training. In the early afternoon, they heard hurried footsteps coming their way. The boys readied their weapon, protecting Vannery between the two of us. Circuit (3) came running into their little encampment, which took him by surprise. He skidded to a halt and turned around as quickly as he’d arrived, leaving the trio dumbfounded.
Angelo and Alexandra had quite enough supplies to last a while. He held a sword in his hand and an “emergency axe” strapped to his back, while Alexandra held two knives. At first, they wanted to get away from the careers, but Alexandra eventually convinced Angelo to follow them from afar. They weren’t really hard to track, their bickering could be heard over the constant chatter of the birds. The noise also covered them. Proserpina, Glare and Perfecto were circling around the central clearing, slowly moving away from it. In the late afternoon, they discovered Forger (12) who was lying unconscious. He had received a deep wound during the bloodbath and was now at the mercy of the other tributes. Proserpina killed him.
The subsequent cannon surprised Vannery. She had climbed on top of a tree to get a view of the arena, and the sudden sound almost made her loose her grip. She didn’t fall, but while reaching her hand for a hold, she grabbed something warm and spherical. It crumbled and a viscous liquid dripped onto her finger. She looked up. She had inadvertently grabbed an egg from a nest. She was silent a moment, and a bright purple starling looked at her. “Oh no !” she whispered to herself. The bird screamed louder than she thought possible. Then it attacked.
All the birds in a radius of 50 feet coalesced into a multicolored tornado. Vannery fell to the ground, fortunately not hurting herself on the way down, and a feathery mass started clawing and pecking at her. They also attacked Carton and Rivage, who had been chilling at a distance. They batted the volatiles away, trying not to get scratched. Vannery managed to get up and run to the makeshift tent they had built. She picked up Carton’s lance and swung it, hitting some of the birds. She swung a second time and hit the metallic water bottle with a resounding CLANG! It seemed to stun the birds, but Vannery was too busy keeping them out of her face. Carton, however, noticed their reaction to the noise. He shouted loudly and flailed his arms : “Make noise ! They don’t like noise !”. Just his screaming was enough though. Eventually, the three tributes managed to drive the mutts out by hitting their weapons against rocks and the water bottle and screaming as loud as they could.
Delta also had an encounter with some angry birds. Those were red, with a long curvy beak and fearsome talons, but he managed to kill them all with a big branch he used as a bat. He then ate them, cooked over a small fire. Argus berated him for building a fire that could alert the other tributes to his location. However, the “Aviary Jungle” as it had been baptized by Urania Whimsiwick herself, was way too dense for anyone to see the smoke.
As the sun started to set, Delta squeezed himself back into his root hole, being careful to camouflage himself with moss. He held his branch in front of him just in case. An hour later, two cannons sounded in quick succession. They belonged to the pair from 10, who had had the great idea of making an omelet. The flock did not appreciate that…
When the sun started to set, Angelo suggested he and Alexandra find a place to sleep, preferably away from the career pack. She agreed, so they stopped following. They looked for a safe spot in the light of the dusk, eventually settling on the middle of a tight thicket. It was complicated to get inside, but the small space was comfortable, and the pair even had a view of the darkening sky. They ate some food then laid down, hand in hand. “Your district partner doesn’t seem to mind that you ditched her” joked Alexandra.
“I don’t think she cares. Maybe they believe I’m dead. But they’re not looking for us at least.”
“I think Delta is, though. You should have seen his face when he saw us. I almost feel bad about leading him on.”
“Don’t worry, we’ll get rid of him if he isn’t dead yet.”
“I’m sure he’s feeling the same thing”, responded Alexandra before going to sleep. Angelo kept the first watch.
In another section of the arena, Carton took the first watch. He had spent the remaining hours of daylight cleaning his wounds, along with Rivage and Vannery. The two of them slept, hoping to feel better the next day.
A little before midnight, Rivage awoke. He came to sit next to Carton, and the boys talked about their families, their school. Suddenly, a cannon sounded. It belonged to Ulma (7), who had stumbled upon Quinoa’s (9) camp by accident. The younger girl had not hesitated to stab a pointy branch in Ulma’s throat. This cannon prompted Carton to go to sleep, Rivage taking second watch.
At midnight, the hymn of Panem resounded in the arena and the portraits of the 9 fallen appeared in the sky : Hattie (3), Sardine (4), Fraxen and Ulma (7), the boy (9), both (10), Ora and Forger (12). This left 17 tributes after an eventful and interesting day.
Day 2:
Delta didn’t sleep much that night. The uncomfortable position coupled with a strong headache meant that he was up before the sunrise. As the first hints of blue appeared to the east, Delta got up. He needed to occupy his mind. The moss had stuck to his clothes, and he decided to take advantage of it. He caked his face and hands in mud and used it to stick more moss to his clothes. Urania commented that he looked like a green Orang-utang, which prompted laughter in the Capitol. Once he was fully camouflaged, he started roaming the arena. Stealthily at first, but as the sun rose and the birds started their cacophony as well, he allowed himself to move a little faster.
Alexandra and her district partner had spent a restful night. As she awoke, she was surprised to be cuddling with Angelo. Her rousing awakened him, and he turned around to look at her, puzzled. “I guess you’re the little spoon”, she joked. They ate cereal bars in awkward silence. Soon, the voices of the career pack walking in their direction prompted the pair to hide. Proserpina and Perfecto were loudly arguing about someone stealing their water bottles. Unbeknownst to them, it had been Glare who had hidden them in her own bag.
As they moved away from her, Alexandra suggested they follow the trio like the day before. Angelo thought it was a safe strategy as long as they kept their distances. They made their way out of the thorny thicket and followed. A few minutes later, a scream warned them that something was going on. It was Glare (1). She’d walked into a trap laid by Georges the day before and was now hanging upside down from a rope. Perfecto started to help her, but the stolen bottles fell from her bag, along with a few hidden knives and more food. Instead of killing her, as Perfecto wanted to do, Proserpina convinced him to leave her there. She screamed and screamed. Proserpina and Perfecto left her there wiggling. Before Alexandra and Angelo could arrive, the thin rope holding up Glare by the ankle snapped. She fell headfirst on the ground and her cannon sounded. Alexandra winced, but Angelo told her that it was better this way, since you could survive for many hours hanging this way. Then another cannon sounded.
Delta had been unsuccessful for a few hours. He had avoided a couple of poorly made traps and fought off a flock of tiny yellow canaries but had been unable to find another tribute. Eventually, he decided to change tactics. He found a path that clearly looked like it was in use and hid in proximity. His ambush eventually worked. Lavandine (11) walked past him, clutching a meagre stick in her pale hands. She didn’t even notice him getting up and following her, his branch raised. Many viewers thought it looked cartoonish, the tiny girl, followed by a big man with a club, not noticing anything. Glare’s cannon gave him the signal he expected, and he swung at her head. Lavandine flew and crashed into a patch of ferns. Her head was bloody, but she was still alive. Delta walked up to her in order to finish what he had started. The cameras cut to another group of tributes.
For the whole morning, Vannery, Rivage and Carton had been staying put. They foraged, fished, and built rudimentary spears just in case. Vannery climbed trees, very carefully in order not to disturb any more birds, so she could spot any tributes. Eventually she did, a little after midday. The pair from district 5 was heading their way. They were armed.
Vannery transmitted the information to the boys, who debated leaving or fighting. “Let’s fight !” said Vannery. There were 3 of them against 2, and they had weapons. Carton had his lance, Rivage his trident, and her… a spear and a rock would do the trick. So, they waited for what felt like a century. As soon as Borea and Zapp entered their field of vision, they attacked. The pair was surprised, but not enough to let themselves be killed that easily. Borea shouted at Zapp to run while she fended of Rivage’s trident with her sword. She had wrapped metal coil all around her arms, as she had seen on one of the older games. They clashed for an instant, enough time for her to disarm him, and then she ran too. On the way, she threw an egg she’d hidden in her pocket to the group. A flock of angry sparrows was the distraction the pair from 5 needed to escape.
Proserpina and Perfecto seemed to have made up a little and were now actively hunting. Still, they weren’t aware of the couple _ the “double A couple” as they were now called in the Capitol _ following them from afar. They dared not speak, but the looks they shared meant a lot more. They say love makes you blind, and maybe that’s why Alexandra didn’t see the orange and turquoise pheasant she walked on. It screamed and ran away, catching the attention of Proserpina. She turned around and shouted, “I knew it !” before charging at Angelo and her ally. Her first axe hit a tree a few inches above Alexandra’s head. She was hesitant to fight a career, but Angelo had already jumped into the fray and was now battling his district partner. So, she ran at Perfecto, who was lagging behind. He quickly turned around and sprinted when Proserpina’s cannon sounded. Angelo had managed to stab her in the gut. The look of betrayal was still printed on her face as the hovercraft claw took her away.
The pair was unsure if they needed to pursue the boy from 1, as Angelo assured that he was an “ego-inflated wimp” . Instead, they rifled through the bag Proserpina had dropped and decided to rest a little. They could have stayed there longer if it hadn’t been for the fire…
After getting rid of the birds, the trio decided to keep following Zapp and Borea (5) in order to get their supplies. Vannery managed to track them thanks to their footprints and the trail of broken branches. They found them quite quickly. Indeed, the gamemakers had decided to trigger a forest fire in order to move the tributes around a little. This explained why they had seen so many birds flying away. The pair from 5, however, had found themselves cornered on three sides by the flames, and the last side was where Carton and his allies arrived from.
Rivage thrusted his trident straight into Borea’s back, sounding her cannon. Carton’s lance, however, flew past Zapp and into the fiery inferno. The boy from 4 barely had the time to pick up his trident before a tree fell, smashing into the boy from 5 and sounding his cannon. As other trees started to creak and groan, Vannery led the boys back to the creek, where she believed the water would keep them safe.
Delta ran as soon as he smelled smoke. He ended up in a small clearing in the Southern part of the arena. As the grass quickly burned, he jumped into the flames. Many viewers gasped, thinking he had just killed himself, but he just ran a few seconds then stopped. Argus explained that the fire had been controlled in a way that it burned quickly and extinguished itself just as fast. From his spot of scorched earth, Delta was safe for now. From the sky descended a small silver parachute bearing the number 6. It contained a water bottle and some aspirin. Delta was the only one to use this strategy successfully. A few minutes after him, Circuit (3), who was shorter and weaker, tried. He fell face first into the fire and did not get up, his cannon sounding a few moments later.
Angelo and Alexandra were some of the closest to the central clearing, so it was after the three cannons that the fire reached them. They ran. Angelo was practically flying but the fire was catching up to Alexandra. Another tree cracked. It crashed onto the girl, pinning her legs to the ground. Thankfully, it was a much younger tree, and it did not cause her much more damage. For an instant, Alexandra thought the boy from 2 would just keep running. That he would be glad to get rid of yet another opponent. But he turned around. He used his axe as a lever, bending it in the process, to get the girl free. Then he picked her up onto his back and ran again. Angelo was not a very muscular tribute, but he proved to be quite a strong one.
Neither Carton, nor his allies had suffered any injury thanks to Vannery’s quick thinking. The creek was wide enough to protect them from the flames, and they avoided any falling branch. Quinoa (9) had had the same idea. She internally debated reaching the small group, but eventually decided not to. In the late afternoon, it started to rain, revealing that many of the trees and plants of the forest were actually fireproof. It was much sparser now, but the rain cleaned off the soot and, soon enough, the forest was green again.
Rivage, Vannery and Carton huddled together. They stayed that way for the whole evening, until Carton took the first watch while the other two went to sleep.
Delta was almost unharmed too, apart from a few minor burns on his ankles. The aspirin had taken effect, and for once in a long time, he felt totally clear headed. He hoped his district partner had died today.
The fire had changed the landscape quite a lot. What used to be a lush jungle was now less green. The ground was visible in most places, and the humidity levels had gone down. The sky was more visible. It also meant that the traps set by Georges and Odette (N) on the first day were either destroyed or very conspicuous. The boy from 6 avoided them all.
Delta found a pond where he cleaned himself from the soot and the half-charred moss. The fresh water also soothed his burns. He ended up settling close by, between two fallen trees.
Angelo and Alexandra, however, had suffered many burns. Fortunately, as they were setting camp and trying to remove their singed clothes, a silver parachute descended over them. It contained two containers of oil, as well as a blanket and a note from Angelo’s mentors, which he did not show to Alexandra. It would later be revealed that it scolded him for keeping his plan of betraying the career pack secret. The oil was perfumed and designed to almost instantly heal burns. It worked a charm. As the massaging continued, the two tributes started to get more and more steamy. They were intimate that night.
While they were busy, the portraits of the fallen appeared in the sky. The second day of the games had seen the loss of Glare (1), Proserpina (2), Circuit (3), Borea and Zapp (5), and Lavandine (11). This left only 11 tributes for the third day, with better odds now that a few strong tributes were gone.
Day 3:
On the morning of the third day, an announcement was made by Head Gamemaker Vishwa. She informed the tributes that a feast would be held at noon, three hours from now. The 11 surviving boys and girls would find supplies they desperately needed there. She then wished everyone a glorious day and the dampened sound of the birdsongs came back in full force.
The announcement awoke Delta, but he decided not to go to the Feast. He still had food and a source of water nearby, as well as his heavy branch. A real weapon would have been nice, but he didn’t feel safe going to the central clearing. Instead, he decided to just sleep more. He only woke up again when the first cannon sounded.
As for the couple, they were lost in bliss. Their show from the previous night had to be censored, although it was available for those who had enough “connections”. Let’s just say that it was quite memorable, and cemented Angelo and Alexandra’s place as favorites. They got ready after a long cuddling session, grabbing their bags and their weapons and heading to the cornucopia. They arrived with minutes to spare. Actually, they were the last tributes to arrive.
Vannery had been the first on site, scouting for other tributes. Once she had been sure the coast was clear, she had signaled to Rivage and Carton that they could come. They hid in the bushes nearby; this area having been spared from the fires. Little by little, other tributes started to arrive. Kumquat (11) hid behind a tree, Perfecto (1) stood in the open, Odette and Georges (N) huddled together.
As Quinoa (9) and the “Double A couple” finally arrived, the cornucopia started receding into the ground. It reappeared at once, and a bell rang.
Vannery stayed behind. She watched all the tributes run to the center where laid 8 numbered bags, including Carton and Rivage. The fighting raged in the cornucopia. Her allies attacked Alexandra and Angelo, as Kumquat escaped with his bag. Quinoa (9) almost got out, but Perfecto (1) caught her by the ponytail and stabbed her in the throat, sounding her cannon. He then picked up her bag in addition to his.
Alexandra and Angelo fought side to side, covering each other. She scared Odette (N) away, while he pushed back against Rivage. The boy from 4 tried to hit Alexandra again, but her ally caught the trident and almost tore it out of Rivage’s hands. Instead of trying again, he attacked Georges. The trident hit him in the back and sounded his cannon a few seconds later. Angelo took advantage of this distraction to slash at Carton with his sword, causing the boy from 8 to bleed out.
Vannery screamed and ran out of her hiding place, almost colliding with Odette (N) on the way. Rivage grabbed the district 4 and district 8 bags in one hand, and Vannery’s arm in the other, and they ran away together. The young girl cried and struggled to keep up the pace. She wanted to go back, but Carton’s cannon sounded, ruining her hopes.
Angelo and Alexandra were the last tributes to get their bags. One of Perfecto’s knives punctured Alexandra’s. The pair turned back, giving Kumquat (11) enough time to flee. They chased Perfecto into the woods. He was quick, however, and they had a hard time gaining on him.
The following hours were very quiet, boring, even, so Urania and Argus invited a few guests to discuss the bloodbath and the tributes’ different strategies. It was only in the late afternoon that Delta deigned getting up. He was well rested. He ate what remained of his food and started camouflaging himself once again in order to hunt. The tributes were now very spread out, however, and it appeared that Delta was in an area devoid of them. He walked until it got too dark to continue, before letting out a scream of rage. His sudden outburst scared some resting birds. They flew away and hit Kumquat (11) square in the face as he was in the process of climbing up one of the taller trees. The surprise caused him to lose his grip and he fell to his death a few feet away from Delta, his Feast bag laying next to him. Suddenly, Delta laughed and thanked the birds. He emptied the contents of the bag, glad to find some fresh food and water. He settled right there for the night.
Angelo and Alexandra eventually gave up on hunting Perfecto. Every time they thought they heard him; it turned out to be another bird. He was nowhere to be found. The pair settled down near a creek, right where Carton and his allies had camped earlier, in order to clean themselves. It was another spectacle to behold. The couple played in the fresh water, wearing only their underwear, and at one point, Alexandra winked at one of the cameras. This resulted in the appearance of a sponsor gift a few seconds later. She caught it and opened it discreetly once she was dressed again. She checked that Angelo was busy with the campfire before peeking inside. There was a water bottle and a tiny, sheathed stiletto knife, about two inches long. There was also a note that said : “You will only get one chance” – S. She acted nonchalant, thanked her sponsor for the water, and hid the knife in her sock. She took the first watch, jumping when a cannon sounded.
Since they had come back from the Feast, Vannery felt that Rivage was acting strange. He kept pacing and muttering to himself and seemed unhappy even though they had received enough supplies to last five more days in the arena at least. They found another place to sleep, Vannery built a new shelter. As she was about to go to sleep, Rivage approached her, trident in hand. He didn’t speak, so she asked him what he wanted. “I’m sorr-“ he started. Vannery interrupted him : “Behind you !”.
He spun around and threw his trident. It caught Perfecto in the head, sounding his cannon before he had hit the ground. He had been sneaking up behind Rivage with a knife in both hands, but Vannery had a keen eye. Rivage seemed to deflate. He cleaned up his weapon and went to sleep. Vannery tried to ask him what he wanted to tell her, but he didn’t answer. Instead, she took the first watch.
At midnight, five portraits appeared in the sky : Perfecto (1), Carton (8), Quinoa (9), Kumquat (11) and Georges (N). The six remaining tributes were spread out around the arena : Rivage and Vannery to the East, Angelo and Alexandra to the North, Odette (N) in the South and Delta to the West.
Day 4:
The sound of a cannon startled Delta out of his slumber. He was feeling well rested and decided to head to the cornucopia with just his branch and a knife he had taken from Kumquat. With only 5 remaining tributes, he knew that the showdown was about to take place and was about as excited as the viewers in the Capitol for it to happen. On the way, he stumbled upon a suspicious mound of leaves. He almost let it be, until he saw two feet poking out of it. As he bent down to look at it, a sharp pain entered his shoulder blade. By pure reflex, he swung his club backwards, hitting a barefoot Odette (N) in the forehead. She stumbled backwards, clutching her knife, and tripped on a rock. Delta jumped onto her, planting his knee in her stomach, and stabbed her with her own knife. He added it to his “collection”.
The atmosphere between Alexandra and Angelo had been quite tense since they’d woken up. They hadn’t slept so well. When the first cannon sounded, they set out to get to the cornucopia, and by the time the second cannon echoed throughout the arena, they were in position. “We’ll fight together, right ?” asked Alexandra. Angelo nodded solemnly : “Until there’s no one else. I’m so glad I got to meet you.”
“Me too… Too bad one of us will have to die.”
As she said those words, a twig cracked in a nearby bush.
The first cannon had shocked the viewers quite a bit. As Rivage finished his watch, he looked at Vannery, asleep next to him. He murmured “I’m sorry”, so low that it had to be subtitled. Then he plunged his trident in her throat. Before leaving, Rivage let out the longest sigh of relief.
Alexandra climbed onto the cornucopia, hiding herself, a length of rope held tight between her hands. She waited as Rivage entered the clearing. He was focused on Angelo. Delta appeared a few seconds later, on the other side of the cornucopia. He walked under it, oblivious to the girl awaiting him. As Angelo charged Rivage with his sword, Alexandra lowered the rope. Delta let out a choked growl as she pulled. He was much stronger, however. With one labored step, he yanked her off the roof. The rope was still around his neck, but his hands were now around Alexandra’s. Nevertheless, she held on to the rope, using it to hold him at bay. Just before she fell unconscious, she kicked him in the groin. She let out a few coughs, before grabbing the two ends of the rope again and pulling Delta against one of the steel columns of the cornucopia. Delta tried to stab her, but she was behind him, and he was quickly loosing consciousness. With one last brutal pull, the rope crushed his windpipe.
Alexandra watched Angelo dispose of Rivage with one final feint of his sword, and his cannon sounded at the same time as Delta’s.
Silence fell on the clearing. Even the birds had shut up. The couple was breathing heavily. They hugged tight. Something glinted in Alexandra’s hand. She almost reached Angelo’s neck when he gripped her wrist. He smiled, but his eyes were full of sorrow. “I had to try at least !” she half-laughed, half-whimpered. He sat her down and hugged her once again. She told him that he deserved to win. That he was a good man. He took his swords and gently stabbed Alexandra in the heart. She barely cried as he looked into her eyes. A cannon sounded. The last one. Jahani Vishwa announced Angelo Clearfell, of district 2, as the victor of the 119th Hunger Games. He had to be forcefully removed form Alexandra’s corpse in order to be retrieved.
Aftermath:
The games took an immense toll on Angelo, who was unable to speak for more than a month. Even when he had gotten the use of his words back, he fell into a lengthy depression. His interview with Urania Whimsiwick and Argus Brown had to be cut short as soon as they mentioned Alexandra.
After that, he remained alone in his home of the Victor’s village. He received no guests and did not act as a mentor the following years. The other victors of his district described him as “disillusioned” and “a killjoy”. The situation stayed the same until his disappearance two years later.

First time home buyer here. I have an accepted offer since April. This what it shows on the signed offer:
August 29th, 2023-> Completion Date August 30th,2023 -> Possession Date
The following flexible clause is also added:
"The Buyer and Sellers agree that the Sellers reserve the right to unilaterally change the completion and possession/adjustment dates to a sooner or later date no earlier than May 31, 2023 and no later than August 31st, 2023 with 30 days written notice to the Buyers agent delivered via email."
I am renting month to month so this clause is fine- it is present so the seller can try to buy a place in a nearby province and thus have some flexibility with closing dates there. I am hoping she exercises this option in the near future.
However I realize now after the fact that the mortgage approval only has my rate guaranteed up until August 29th, 2023. Anything beyond that and I could be forced to pay a higher mortgage rate (the interest rates went up today in Canada). Thus this leaves two possible days where I will be at the seller's mercy.
From talking to my agent and mortgage broker, my best option if it comes down to them extending it to the 30th or 31st: To ask if they can keep the closing date August 29th, and then extend the possession date to whatever is reasonable to the seller (I would be unable to move in until the weekend anyway due to work).
My question is:

1. Are there reasonable reasons a seller might refuse to complete a few days sooner in this case (besides to "unilaterally" screw me over)?

Anybody know if Bixby can be called out with your earbuds w out being near your phone? I got my galaxy buds pro and I'm generally curious if it's an option. I work with water so I leave my phone away from me and sometimes I'd like to know the time or messages, etc.

at the most basic level, restriction allows me to feel pretty and productive. but i also (feel like) i need my ed to feel like i have validation for untreated mental illness i had whole life (proof that im sick). binging and restriction also provides a distraction from daily anxiety. aspects of control also play a part. most importantly, since ive been binging/restricting for 2 + years i dont know who i am without it, my ed is literally me (i didnt have a strong sense of self before that)
recovery just doesnt seem feasible in the near future :( esepcially since im not visibly sick atm

I have a Dutch shepherd rescue and an "auskie" who is completely deaf and visually impaired. For the first year and a half that they were together, they were inseparable. So much so that I called them "peace and love." My "auskie" would comfort my dutchie through sirens and thunderstorms. My nearly pitch black dutchie would act as a guide for my visually impaired double merle. They were the epitome of yin and yang. One day, I made the terrible decision to give them a joint treat to share in the yard after having fed them separately as usual. I knew full well that the rescue dutchie had a traumatic history of extreme starvation. However, I naively assumed that their bond would overcome this past trauma. I should have known better. What I found the next morning was nothing short of the stuff of nightmares. My rescue dutchie had inflicted such grievous wounds to my "auskie" that I thought she might not make it. I can only guess that my Dutchie, given her history, became food aggressive and attacked her sister. I have no one to blame but myself. My auskie has since fully recovered, but i fear my efforts to keep them separated have diminished their individual quality of life. So, I ask the dog trainer community this question. Is there any way to repair the bond my foolish actions have destroyed? I love these animals with all my heart. I want only what is best for them. Even if that means that their lives continue without me. I'm torn. What do I do?

Hi all - I had a cervical spine MRI recently due to ongoing issues. They started once or twice a year five years ago, but since starting driving a few months ago, have been nearly daily. They include pain and numbness through my neck down to my fingers, and can be quite severe. My GP told me the MRI is completely normal and referred me to a physiotherapist for their opinion. Their are some things noted on the report though, and I’m wondering if it made a difference that I was not experiencing a flare up at the time of the scan? Thank you!
Normal - No Action MRI Spine cervical Clinical details: Pain in the neck, however, in 5 years which is worse and now having numbness in right arm and hand. Findings: Cervical vertebrae show normal alignment and vertebral height. No evidence of vertebral collapse. Craniocervical junction appear normal. No significant disc herniation or nerve root compression. No intramedullary cord pathology. Slight prominence of the central canal noted. Pre and paravertebral soft tissue abnormality. Impression: Essentially normal MRI of the cervical spine. DISCLAIMER Unless otherwise stated it is the responsibility of the referring clinical team to action all recommendations / suggestions / referrals for further evaluation or follow-up if they deem it clinically appropriate.

Just to preface, this happened some 7 to 8 years ago. I never took legal action because I still considered myself in good standing with the religion.
I had a rather serious injury to my knee while serving an LDS mission where I tore several ligaments in my leg and severely damaged my peroneal nerve.
For context, these missions are overseen by an older couple appointed by the church who are in charge of the missionaries. We were instructed by church policy to call these leaders for approval before seeking medical attention including visits to the emergency room. After explaining the extent of my injury I was told that I was not allowed to visit the ER and that I was to wait to see a specialist who was a member of the church in that area. Weeks later with my leg still miserably swollen and my foot useless and drooping I was seen and no official assessment was made until an MRI was done a week or so after that initial visit. After seeing the MRI the doctor instructed the leaders to send me home immediately to have surgery. The surgeon along with a nerve specialist said that the extent of my injuries wouldnt have been nearly so bad if I was allowed to seek medical attention right away instead of waiting nearly 3 weeks for a diagnosis. Among the injuries I sustained peroneal nerve damage which to this day renders my foot almost useless when trying to perform a variety of basic tasks. The nerve specialist said this damage would not have happened if I had sought immediate medical attention for the swelling around the damaged nerve.
The negligence of disallowing me to seek medical attention caused me to be permanently disabled with foot drop which still impacts my daily life as well as my mental health.
Should I seek further consultation in taking legal action against the church or have I waited too long?

My emetophobia and OCD have been absolutely terrible recently so going out hasn't been easy at all. I went to the shops today and a woman was standing outside the shop with her kid who was holding a bin bag to his face. I must have looked visibly scared or something so she shouted at me angrily "what's the matter with you?! he's only being s, do you have a problem with that?" I didn't say anything and went into the shop and had a panic attack. Now I'm really shaken and my OCD is uncontrollable. I apologise for seeking reassurance here, I know it's not good for me, but do you think I would have picked anything up from walking past the boy or being in the shop? I was in there for about 10 minutes but didn't touch anything. I only walked past the kid, did not touch him and wasn't near him when he was being s. I feel really bad in case I offended them and I know that she was probably stressed because she had a s* kid to look after, but I wish she didn't yell at me.
I'm sorry again for seeking reassurance, but my OCD has been unbearable and it keeps telling me that bad things will happen and they do. I'm so scared

Hi
basically the title. Situation is kinda complex, so please bear with me through this longtext. Last 8 months truly was a ride. TL;DR at the bottom.
After studying CS and freelancing as a PM for two years, I decided to partake in a bootcamp to switch from (a miserably failed) PM contract into development. Due to sheer luck, I've been presented with this amazing job opportunity in Q4 of last year at a US startup.It was more of a “right time, right place” situation - a buddy from my conference/hackathon network basically introduced me to the team and into an interview call. I was told my github / code was ‘good’, but I think the other candidates maybe have just been kinda weaker than I was, which just made me look ‘better’ in comparison.
This is not me being humble or imposter syndrome - I literally had no dev experience after uni beside some weekend-long hackathon projects and had just finished a 6 week part-time bootcamp. With that CV and experience, I had another job lined up in my home country: as an ‘associate developer’ (literally 1 step below `junior`, usually for people who just finished uni) and half the salary. I considered this a good, fair offer and was very happy when they mailed me the contract.
But since the opportunity for the startup job presented itself and I could literally earn twice as much, unlimited vacation days, no work hours tracking, fully remote - of course I took it. I think 99% of people would’ve done the same.
So. For 2-3 months I was a very heavily overpaid junior dev with the salary of an experienced mid-level / young senior dev. Cue constant feelings of being inadequate and not good enough for the salary.And although I was giving my best, my senior dev and some other contributors started to notice how slow I was and that the quality of my code wasn’t too great.
This led to the beginning of the year when I had a call with my superior and he confirmed my fears, stating my salary and my experience level aren’t aligned, that the startup made a mistake hiring me for that salary tier and that we’d need to re-adjust the compensation to a smaller level in the next quarter.
Ok. Fair enough. I obviously didn’t like that too much, but in my gut I knew that he was right and that overall a pay reduction would be fair for both sides. We never discussed specifics, but even with a 50% pay cut my salary would still be more than comfortable in my home country.
But then, very shortly after that call, things changed dramatically: Completely out of the blue, my only other tech team member, senior dev and mentor, who was a part of the startup since its first moment and had built most of its infrastructure, left for a better job at a competitor.
There was a lot of drama. When the dust settled, suddenly I was the only full-time dev on the tech team and the only person in the whole startup who was (kind of) familiar with the clunky and complex legacy codebase.
I was kind of lost in that situation and didn’t know what to do. After reading up on this subreddit, because apparently there’s quite a few people in similar situations, I decided that I had nothing to lose if I just took this chance. I stayed on, tried to learn as much as possible, tried to keep the ship afloat and on course and just keep things rolling until we’d find a new Lead / Senior Dev. Somehow, magically, this worked out. Which I contribute more to the codebase than me - coz albeit it being clunky and complex, it’s also very robust and built by people with a lot of experience, which showed.
But despite me trying to rise to the occasion, I also feel that my mental health started slipping. Briefly before starting this job I was diagnosed with ADHD and started taking medication for the first time (at 32 years old). So feelings of Anxiety or Depression I already knew and knew how to handle; observing myself procrastinate (and combatting that with the medication) is also nothing new to me - but the extent of this has started to grow and has been coming to the surface more in the past weeks. What is new for me is feeling kinda hopeless, passionless, joyless - kind of burnout-y and I’m not really sure how to deal with that except trying to enforce better boundaries between my personal life and my work life. Which brings feelings of inadequacy and shame, since I honestly don’t think I am working nearly hard enough or am productive enough to justify feeling ‘burned out’.
Which brings me to my current dilemma.
TL;DR: Joined a startup as a VERY much overpaid junior dev straight out of bootcamp. Two months later, review call: ‘you’re doing great work for the experience that you have - but we hired you into the wrong salary tier. Our mistake - will have to adjust salary down to your exp level soon’. Then only senior dev + mentor left and I was the only full-time dev left in tech team dealing with big and complex legacy codebase. No more talks about salary adjustment. Tried rising to the challenge and kept the ship on course for several months while startup searched for a new senior dev / CTO. Learned a lot in the meantime, finally felt like I started to earn my salary. But also kind of paid for that with mental health. So now…
We found a new senior Dev. He’s honestly great. Tons of technical experience, vast knowledge to our specific niche, yet humble and considerate. Overall just a great guy to work with and I really look forward to learn from him and work with him. But since he started, it already became clear that his main responsibility is more towards the direction of CTO than Senior Dev.
He’s working super hard on several different things (tech and management related).
But I feel so god damn inferior.
Since we’re now focusing on building a new product (which we can use to fundraise) and newDev is starting to correctly manage the tech team (creating tickets and using a scrum board, scoping, doing standups that are closer to 15 mins than 30, …), I am back to coding and I realize that I am still so very slow.
I have been stuck building a super simple thing for weeks. FOR WEEKS. It’s basically doing some REST API calls. But I just can’t seem to finish or make it work. I sometimes commit code to github just so that there’s activity in the repo - knowing full well that it doesn’t work.
I have no idea how to solve this. I have literally tried everything I could to make it work. It just won’t.
Yesterday, I jumped over my shadow and told newDev that I am stuck and need help from a senior. He immediately carved out some time for me, hopped on a call, was very reassuring when my codebase was a mess (unsaved, uncommitted local changes, when trying to revert to a working commits it was just a bunch of conflicts). For nearly an hour we sat on this call, he doing something different, me trying to make my local code run. Eventually it did and we went over everything together. And we figured something out and made one successful API call.
After which we ended the call and I quit for the day.
This morning I start my local code up again - API call fails again with the same error message as before (despite having the changes from yesterday saved and effected).
I know that this is such a comparatively little fucking thing.
But I feel like I just want to quit. Just drop everything and walk away, never look back and start fresh somewhere else. Fuck the salary. Fuck the overall good perks or otherwise nice team. Fuck the specific knowledge of our old codebase which won’t bring me any benefits in any new work setting.
I feel like it’s just a matter of time until they realize that I don’t know jack shit about coding, that my code is shit, unreliable, untested, and just insufficient. That the new product is launched and the old one deprecated. And then my knowledge about the old repos doesn’t matter anymore and since I'm shit at coding, they’ll just tell me to fuck off (in nicer terms) and hire somebody more qualified.
And that I’ll never find a job that is even remotely close to paying me the same amount of money in the next 4-7 years.
Can you give me any advice for my situation?
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Roughly two weeks ago the mother I worked for fired me after asking I pitch in on bills since I spent the large majority of my time at her home watching her children. I refused and we parted ways. About six days ago she came to my apartment and dropped off things that I had left at her home. We had no contact before or since.
Today she dropped off her children at my apartment around 5am. I wasn’t home. I got a call from my landlord who said that the neighbors reported two children outside my home. I rushed there and was told that the children had been out there for nearly six hours. I couldn’t get ahold of their mother, so I ended up driving three hours to drop the children off at their fathers house and told him what happened and he was baffled because she never told him about firing me and he was just as shocked as I am.
What is the best course of action? I am so confused on what to do.

So I was in an ancient city trying to get the new upgrade thing and I accidentally summoned a warden and when it killed me I hit respawn and I had a bed near where I died but when I got to where I died the warden and my items where gone.

I recently made a friend at work (i have never really had what i consider a real friend) we bounded over us both having anxiety. They where the only one that really maked the effort to talk to me in the early days of them starting and they made a effort to get to know me and i open up to them and poured my heart out to them completely.
Latley they have overcome there anxiety and have slowly made themselves more comfortable with the other people at work (something i struggle with) Now they dont come to see me for a chat at work anywhere near as much.
I find myself saving up things in my head to tell them like stuff thats happened in my week and i get super frustrated, angry and feel completely rejected when they don't come to talk to me so i cant use my script conversation i made in my head.
I just feel crunching lonelyness when there is a day they don't talk to me. I even told them to that effect hoping they would suddenly come down or maybe the next day to see me...but nothing..

Watched that movie about the NSA leaker Reality Leigh Winner called "Reality" on MAX (formerly hbo max) and near the end, Krystal has a little cameo scene arguing with a Fox news host, caught me by suprise :)

Hi folks We have 100 layers here, hoping to go up to 300 next season. Feeding a mix of straights (oats, wheat and peas) plus supplementals (oyster shell & seaweed meal on free feed). We keep them using pastured system - an egg mobile moved everyday. Hoping to start sprouting at least 50% of their daily ration. We are feeding 10kg (22lbs) of feed ration at the moment daily, and will be moving up to 30kg (66lbs) daily by the time we have 300 hens. anyone else sprouting at this level (or near it) show me your set ups!
Also wondering what the optimal sprouting time is, or how to judge it?
Thanks!

My dad is coming home late, he works from 09:00-17:00 and usually gets home at 18:00
Now it's getting near 21:00 and stil no sign of him..
Here's the kicker, i think my dad is cheating on my mom with my mother's sister (we'll call her A)
Because everytime A comes over for dinner, she and my father sits next to each other and then my mother sits next to me
My dad gets so excited when A comes over and gives her all of the attention... and he always asks about her
I can just see how my mother brakes on the inside, but she hides it well...
Anyway, A has moved to a new home, and her new house is near my father's workplace
I can't shake the thoughts away, and i don't know what to do. How do i prove this? How do i talk to my mom? Who do i tell? Do i ask for help? Are there any apps that i can instal to track my father or read his messages? Please help

After having not played for nearly 10 years, I'm returning to disc golf along with some friends. I currently have a Dynamic Discs starter pack with an Escape, EMAC Truth, and Judge, each in Prime Burst, which is serving me well for now as I improve, throwing up to around 200ish ft. I've read a few posts here and have watched some videos and am seeking suggestions for a minimal bag setup of around 6-9 discs in premium plastics. With an overwhelming number of disc choices and for the sake of simplicity, I'm going with Latitude 64 and Dynamic Discs here, but I'm open to trying others as well. How does this bag setup look? Also, what about weights? Do I even need a distance driver? Thanks!
Fairway Drivers Latitude 64 Opto-X Glimmer River Dynamic Discs Fuzion Felon
Mid-Range Latitude 64 Opto Moonshine Fuse Dynamic Discs Lucid-X Moonshine Culprit
Putters Latitude 64 Zero Medium Moonshine Pure Dynamic Discs Classic Supreme Judge
For Funsies Latitude 64 Opto Moonshine Bite