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The flowers always bloomed in the first week of April. Young Daisy, being born on the second of April, looked forward to seeing the newly sprung daffodils in her yard every year on her birthday. She was never seen without one of the golden beauties in her hair tucked behind her ear when they were in season. Daisy was outrageously gorgeous; everyone who saw her was completely enamored by her beauty. She was usually seen wearing a white a-line dress with her strawberry blonde hair flowing behind her. Most people described her as “the pinnacle of femininity and goddessness” as she was not only aesthetically pleasing to the eye, but she was also just about the kindest person anyone could have ever met. In spite of that, on the eve of her nineteenth birthday, everything changed. Something sinister would await Daisy in the morning, and nothing would ever be the same.
Awaking in anticipation to see the flowers, Daisy arose from her bed and got dressed. However, she did not wear her signature a-line dress. Instead, she wore a black halter dress with red-bottom pumps. She styled her hair in braids instead of letting it flow freely. It was almost as though she was dressed for a funeral rather than a birthday celebration. She did not have an explanation as to why she dressed differently other than that she felt drawn to the choice. Though her outfit had changed, Daisy still tended to business as usual and visited the daffodils in her garden. She picked one, smelling its sweet scent, and tucked the flower behind her ear.
Normally, Daisy would be receiving many birthday calls and text messages from her family and friends, but she had yet to hear from anybody. Even her best friend, Espen, still had not reached out or swung by her house with her annual birthday cupcake. Though Daisy was slightly disheartened by the lack of enthusiasm from her loved ones, her spirits were not crushed. Most of her birthday was spent sitting with the daffodils and enjoying the spring air.
It was nearly evening when Daisy decided to treat herself to an ice cream bar. She was becoming more and more upset about why no one had made an effort to speak to her, but she kept the thought to herself. She did not want to feel like a burden to anyone. She stepped up to the window to order her strawberry shortcake ice cream pop, but the server did not acknowledge her presence. Obviously this annoyed Daisy, but instead of bringing attention to herself she just started to head back home. It clearly was not the birthday that she had hoped for, but she tried to keep a positive outlook.
The air was warm with a cool breeze, which was Daisy’s favorite weather. The lovely weather made Daisy want to take the long walk home, which would take her through the cemetery where her grandmother, who also would have had a birthday on the second of April, was buried. She stopped at the local florist to pick up a handful of her grandmother’s favorite flower, the orchid, but Jenny, the florist, was not in the shop. Jenny was one of Daisy’s friends, so Daisy took the flowers and left a note saying that she would pay for them later.
Daisy was laying the flowers at her grandmother’s grave when something caught her eye. It was a tearful Espen wearing all black and looking down at the ground as she walked. She was headed in the direction of a large, sorrowful group by the old willow tree. Instead of asking Espen what was happening, Daisy followed her to the gathering. Everyone around the girls was crying with daffodils in their hands. All of the people in the cemetery were Daisy’s kinsmen, and they were all staring at a casket that had yet to be lowered into the soil. Daisies and daffodils had been laid atop the casket. Next to the body was an easel holding a large image of the deceased. The girl in the photo was none other than Daisy herself. Daisy had been murdered in her sleep during the early hours of the morning on her birthday five days ago. I know who killed her, but you never will.

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I realize there’s certain times in my life where I feel more “interested” in shopping. Things like: I don’t feel good about my body and feel like getting new clothes will “fix” that, feeling lonely/bored, or overwhelmed and stressed and having something new or an order to “look forward to” gives me a little boost. I’m really trying to nail down specifically what else triggers me - I feel like it’s often a perfect storm of multiple things. Anyone else?

Well, I just got my first big rockchip…probably 0.5” diameter impact area with about 1.5” diameter of spider cracks. Thankfully it’s down by the windshield wipers and is only about half visible from inside. But given the warm summer weather, I’m guessing those cracks will grow fast.
Anyone know anything about repairing/replacing these windshields? Does it have to be done by Kia since we have that big sensor cluster up there? Or can any auto glass shop do it?

Long-time vanilla enjoyer, recently connected xbox to Bethesda and enjoying mods immensely. Haven't gotten the hand of load order yet though and struggling to get one stable enough to play, when it loads at all. Any help is greatly appreciated!!
Load Order:
-USSEP
-Simple Workaround framework
-Ars Metallica
-The Paathurnax dilemma
-Immersive Civil War cleanup
-Cloaks and capes
-Bandolier, bags and pouches
-Infantry armour
-Khajiti armour
-Multiple rings
-Dragon claw stands
-+50% perk points
-Smithing perk overhaul
-Desecration - SPID
-Diverse dragons collection
-Standalone spriggans
-Oculus main menu and loading screen
-Unique battle music
-The Northerner diaries
-Omen weathers
-Trees of Iduna
-Definitive beauty pack
-CBBE
-Belt fastened quivers
-Auto unequip shield to back
-^Patch for Cloaks and capes^
-Tomb raider style bow position
-XP32
-XP32 BFQ patch
-Victoria's high heel walk animation
-Graphics pack
-Graphics pack SMIM add-on
-Bodies burn brightly
-Enhanced blood textures
-Snow whales and flying rays
-Granite mountains
-Old Kingdom - armour overhaul
-Imperial tribune armour replacement
-Blackened steel armour + weapon replacement
-No radial blur
-Holidays
-Deus Mons
-Magical college of Winterhold
-Nightingale Hall
-Immersive movement
-Inigo
-Dragon under whiterun
-A quality world map
-Crafting recategorised.
It's a lot to wrap my head round, I'm going through bit by bit to see what works if I take it out. I mainly want to know is everything where it should be, or have I got the whole thing upside down?

I'm very new to the fandom of naruto fics, and after reading some interesting ones that a friend recommended to me (I'll even leave the recommendations here) I'm looking for new works. As I said recently I started reading so you can send some more famous ones (Si or not, but prefer Si) that I probably don't know about
(Sorry for any grammar mistakes, all done by google translator)
With that, my recommendations:
Orochimama: Orochimaru's experiment goes wrong and a female soul from the real world takes over the body. Now as Orochimama she tries to get Sound Village right, building loyalty, stopping human experiments, and trying to warn Konoha of the Akatsuki threat. Of course, she also creates a theater troupe to popularize the Sound Village, and ends up bringing Star Wars into the universe, which is pretty cool.
It may have sounded a little comical but the work takes itself seriously and is quite competent as a whole. I read it on RoyalRoad
Illumination – A Naruto Fantasy
The best SI/Au work I've found so far. The work focuses on Rei, a young man with no special talent born in Kumogakure before canon. The author does a good job during the academy period, with the Mc bonding, growing in personality and dealing with past life traumas (including Flashback-focused caps for those interested) as he chases after all the Power-Ups in the canon and this new world (Fusing your DNA with otsutsuki after entering isshiki's laboratory and killing him in the cradle) in addition to other things that do not give spoiler
The work has almost 250 chapters and despite the constant and satisfactory growth of the Mc, he does not become Op, at least for the geniuses of the work (Obito was 13 when he massacred an ANBU-level squadron and little more than that when he attacked Konoha Kakashi and Itachi were killing Jouni and Anbu ninjas with ease at that age or less, while Rei with all the upgrades still suffers to no 1v1 with a Jounin) I read it on Scriblehub
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Finally, I also read Inoue Shiori, a Si slice of life focused on a ninja tea shop owner who ends up having a relationship (and marrying) Kakashi. A very light and fun work, despite being abandoned, that I read on FF

We have a deteriorating fence on our property line and would to redo it, only problem is the neighbour isn’t willing. We offered to split the wood and install it ourselves (we’ve done this in the past and it’s all above bored), but they don’t want to pay for it since they don’t “want” it.
The property is not cared for (grass doesn’t get cut, broken/unregistered/uninsured cars in the driveway, shopping carts, garbage, an illegal fire pit in the backyard, which is too close to the fence), but the owner doesn’t care as they don’t live there (house is paid off, and their sibling lives there, and is able bodied).
Is there anything I can do? I have a dog and don’t want them getting stuck in the fence or it falling on him. It’s just a lot for us to shell out all the cash to build it, while they benefit from it.
Any help is appreciated!

Hello, does $600 for a new condensor sound fair? my AC was blowing hot air and this is what i was charged to replace the condensor. I am a female and have been going to this auto shop for a long time. they have great reviews and many people love them. Funny story, my Uber driver today kept going on and on about how great the place is. I just want to make sure i was charged fair. I have a 2013 jeep grand cherokee if that matters.

Took delivery of my new ‘23 MYLR last week coinciding with a lease return of my ‘20 MYLR.
With all the hullabaloo over matrix lights and did you or didn’t get HW4 or 3, I noticed some nice surprises over my previous MYLR.

1. Auto dimming side mirrors
2. Heated Steering Wheel
3. Mud flaps included
4. 128 Gb thumb drive included for sentry, etc
5. Rear cargo cover (I have the 5-seater)
6. Gemini covers don’t creak
7. Paint protection film was pre installed
8. Build quality is way better; feels more solid and better constructed.

Super happy with my purchase; so far so good!

Imagine walking into a burning building, and everyone laughs and tells you the fire’s all in your head. When no one believes you, are you going to stay to burn up with them? Every passenger in that crowd waiting to embark on the luxury cruise was already dead—they just didn’t know it yet! I stared through the windows of the terminal at the magnificent Seastar, at the broken glass and spatters of blood that only I could see… and then I fled.
Without warning a single soul.
What would have been the point? My name is Cassandra—I see death six days before it happens, and can feel it if I shake a cold hand—but no matter what I do, I can never, ever prevent it.
My flight took me as far as the escalators before a flash of purple brought me screeching to a halt. Lily Tsuki? No—it wasn’t the purple-haired musician who’d given me with cruise gift card. But suddenly I remembered how I’d been looking forward to hearing her performance aboard this very vessel…
Oh God…
It was one thing to turn my back on doomed strangers. Terrible as it sounds, it’s a bit like reading about a catastrophe in the news. Quite another thing to abandon somebody I knew! Could I really leave her to become one of the bodies putrefying in the belly of the Seastar? Every time I ordered a drink at my favorite bar, I’d remember I hadn’t even tried to save her!
“Fuck!” I cried, fumbling for my phone. “Oh, fuck me sideways… how much time…?”
Ninety minutes.
Ninety minutes to get on board, find the musician, and… what? Convince her to disembark?
How?
And yet my feet were already turning toward the gangplank—because as it turns out, I would rather plunge headlong into a ship full of the rotting dead than face an empty piano bench and the guilt that no amount of alcohol would ever drown. But to have any chance at persuading Lily, I’d need to know how the passengers died. This meant that in addition to finding a purple-haired needle in a Titanic-sized haystack, a horrifying task loomed ahead of me. I was going to have to do something I had not done in a very long time—plunge directly into my vision. Walk into its very maw and face whatever gruesome horrors lurked at the source of that nauseating odor.
I was going to have to find the bodies…
… and whatever killed them.
Boarding
The stench was so overpowering after crossing the gangplank that I dropped to my knees and dry heaved. The flow of passengers moved around me past the concierge desk. I must have looked exceptionally sick, because a pretty girl in a suit skirt approached, asking if I needed assistance. She reached out a hand to help me up—cold!
I staggered away from her and inside. Then—because I felt I might throw up—quickly found my way out to the promenade deck and the blessed breeze.
Lifeboats hung overhead. Beyond the rail, the sea sparkled in the afternoon sun. Cushioned loungers lined the deck. None were in use, presumably because the pool, patio, spa, and other amenities on the upper decks had much more attractive areas for lounging. I leaned against the rail and gulped the air, listening to the waves splash against the side of the boat, noting blood spatters further down—but nothing signifying the cause of the blood. Just vague signs of violence.
After circling the entire promenade deck and spotting only the occasional bloody spatters, I gritted my teeth, pulled my shirt collar up over my nose, and plunged into the nearest door.
The Seastar’s interior had the atmosphere of a luxury hotel. People milled about the restaurant and shopping area, buzzing with excitement, talking about cabaret shows and fine dining, while perky crew members answered questions, all perfectly oblivious to the putrid sweet rotting stench. I’d most likely find Lily Tsuki at the piano lounge, but since I didn’t yet have any plausible explanation for what had happened to the passengers, I continued wandering, entering a bustling café overlooking the ship’s grand staircase. Stepping over an enormous blood stain on the carpet, I passed the counter, nauseated by the fancy pastries behind their glass cases, peering among the tables and chairs. Paused when I spotted an eyeball in a teacup. No trace of how it got there. No body with an empty socket. Just the eyeball, swirling in a congealed bloody jelly at the bottom of the cup…
I scurried away, snatching a cloth napkin to cover my nose.
The interior darkened as I ascended the central staircase. No electricity, I noted as I clutched the railing. Why would the power be cut? A storm?
But storms don’t scoop out eyeballs with a dessert spoon….
Coming onto deck 6, I peered down a long, dim corridor lined with passenger cabins. To passengers coming and going, the hall was illuminated by electric lighting—but since I was seeing the ship six days in the future, the narrow hallway vanished into blackness. With no way to enter the cabins, and nothing much to see here or in the other dimmed halls of the passenger decks, I ascended until I reached the pool.
Pool Deck
Deck 9 opened to wide panoramic windows, dining, a spa, and of course the pool. I emerged outdoors with relief, removing the napkin from my nose as the sea breeze gave some respite from the odor.
Around me, people partied in bikinis and beachwear and suits, sipping all manner of drinks around the sky-blue swimming pool. A young woman stretched on a blood-spattered lounger, oblivious to the gore beneath her tanned figure. A few bodies floated among the swimmers, bloated and discolored. My vision shimmered briefly as a teen boy swam right through one of the bodies, splashing as if it were not there. My heart lurched when I realized that it was his own, albeit dressed in different clothes—
“Oof!” I grunted as a small figure bashed into me, her arm grazing mine.
“Sorry!” cried a little girl in a pink swimsuit, bolting by as her mother yelled at her to watch out for people.
I tried not to think of how cold the little girl’s arm felt. Counted the bodies: eight in the pool. One by the towel bin, head caved in. I made a circuit of the pool, occasionally brushing against people—cold, cold, cold.
No survivors, it seemed.
But why?
That was when I spotted a shirtless old man sitting at a table under an umbrella. I froze, goosebumps prickling along my skin. Unlike the floaters, there was no obvious reason for his death. His back was to me, the bare skin of his shoulders gray and blotchy. In his hand he held a broken drinking glass. He was positioned in repose… so what killed him?
My heart quickened as I moved round to the front of him.
His mouth hung open, shards of glass and a mangled tongue lolling out, crimson trailing down his shirt front. The source of the chewed glass was obvious—the cup in his hand was broken, its jagged edges bloody.
He’d died choking on the glass.
“What the fuck is happening here?” I whispered.
Forward Stairwell
The jogging track and the sundeck—decks 10 and 11—offered a stunning bird’s eye of the pool and ocean, but I did not stop to take this in as I circled to the bow, opting to take the forward stairs down, rather than central.
The stench hit me like a cloud.
I had to stop as I descended into the dim stairwell, clinging to the railing, doubled over, gagging. It was so so bad. My eyes watered. My stomach bucked. And it was dark. Thank God for my phone’s flashlight. I fumbled it on and, napkin firmly over my nose, plunged down into the depths… The phone’s thin illumination flashed along the carpeted stairwell and the hall of the first of the passenger decks. I kept descending. Paused at an unidentifiable slick red mound. I was examining it under my light when a crewmember jogged up to me and asked, “Lose something, miss?” “Just my marbles,” I muttered, shooing the crew member away and inadvertently brushing his hand. Cold. I turned my attention back to the mound.
A slimy pile of intestines on the stairwell… trailing down to a disemboweled body.
Intestines… eyeballs… eating broken glass… nothing about this makes sense! I swiveled the beam to check further downward.
That was when I found the source of the odor.
My path down was obstructed by a mass of bodies. The ones underneath seemed to have been trampled, but the ones on top… I squeezed my watering eyes and retched against the wall. Some of the bodies bore horrible mutilations—fingers bent and twisted, joints out of alignment, faces smashed in and jaws torn open. Many more appeared to have been crushed in the press of bodies. Best guess, there was a wave of panicked people rushing upstairs from below, colliding with a wave of others fleeing down from above.
Why this staircase? What was near this part of the ship?
The cabaret lounge, I realized. No electricity. No elevators. This was the nearest stairwell to the auditorium.
Closer. I was inching closer to uncovering the fates of the passengers. And yet, I still had no idea what the passengers were fleeing from. Who were the attackers? Or… I thought of the eyeball. The glass chewed and swallowed.
An icy pinprick at the base of my skull whispered the question I didn’t want to ask…
Why? Why did some of the passengers go mad, and do it to themselves?
Piano Bar
I took the long way round to the cabaret theatre, going all the way back up the stairs and coming down on the central staircase, only to detour on hearing the notes of a piano. I found myself in a cozy lounge and spotted a purple-haired figure at the keys. And just in time—the ship was due to depart in less than half an hour!
“Lily!” I rushed over.
The musician’s face lit. “Oh it’s you, friend! You made it!”
“You’ve got to get off the ship!”
“Off the—”
“I know it seems crazy but you’ve got to! Everyone on board is going to die—I’ve seen it because I’m psycho!” I heard it a second later and smacked my forehead. “I mean—psychic! PSYCHIC!! I can see the future.” At her scrunched eyebrows, I burst, “Look I know how I sound, but I’ve been able to see things since I was a little girl, and I am telling you that this ship is going to go dark! The engines will cut out! People are going to flee and trample each other on that forward staircase…” Launching into a rapid-fire recounting, I was just getting to the eyeball in the teacup when she interrupted:
“You’re afraid of some sort of terrorist attack?”
“No, no! No! It’s almost like… a kind of madness, a contagion, that spreads through the ship—”
“A zombie apocalypse?”
“Not zombies…”
“Poltergeists? Possession?” She played a riff from a horror movie. “Should we call an exorcist?”
“We should leave!” I checked my phone. “Quickly!—"
“What an odd duck you are! I can’t imagine any sort of catastrophe as big as you’re saying. You know this ship has tons of safety protocols. And even if I did believe some disaster were drawing near—do you really think I could abandon crowds and crew?” She looked at me over her glasses, shimmering purple lips curving in a smile. “Listen friend, if this were the Titanic and I was the only one who could see the iceberg, I’d stay to steer us right, not run off leaving everyone to die!”
Icy fingers raked along my spine. Even if she wasn’t taking me seriously, she was right—I did have a moral obligation to save people. An obligation I’d been trying to fulfill ever since I was a little girl, until the attempt killed my brother, and even after, I kept trying for years and years…. until at last I realized that there is no way to change anything. That is why I call myself Cassandra. For the Greek prophet doomed to predict the future but never be believed. Try and prevent what I’ve foreseen? You might as well try and pluck the stars from the sky!
Every hand I’d touched was cold. Everyone on board would die.
My fists balled, fingernails digging so hard into my palms they bled. “You really have no idea what you’re asking of me…”
“Oh, I’m not telling you to stay. I’m just explaining why I have to. Besides, I’m under contract.” She winked and focused on her playing as guests entered and sat at nearby tables.
She had no idea! None whatsoever! If I thought there was even a sliver of a hope, I wouldn’t abandon people! Oh, if this happy-go-lucky musician understood the futility!!
But she will, came another, darker thought. She will know the full depth of the horror coming…
“No,” I whispered.
“Huh?” She shouted, “Wait—friend, where are you going?”
But I was not listening. The cabaret theatre—was the answer there? The reason for the crush of bodies in the forward stairwell? I rushed past the cafe with the eyeball in the teacup, through the grand doors into the cabaret hall—
—but the cabaret hall was surprisingly quiet, save for a light touch of classical music. A few passengers mingled here or there, unnoticing of the cadavers draped on chairs and tables. The stage itself was pristine, the wood smooth and polished in the fading orange light through the windows. Apparently, the origin of the panicked flight up the forward stairwell was not this grand entertainment venue—nothing here supported that theory.
Nonetheless, I gave the place a thorough search until my phone’s battery ran low, and then I returned to the grand staircase.
In one direction lay passenger cabins. In the other, the gangplank back to the port terminal and safety.
“It’s not too late to be a coward, Cass,” I said. “Run from the ship, run from the empty piano bench at the bar, find a different, cheaper hole in the wall to crawl into like—like the cockroach you are…”
Always the survivor, eh…?
Or… or, I could try just one more time. “‘Hope,’” my brother always said, “is the thing with feathers.”
And look what happened to him! flashed through my mind. My heart slammed against my ribcage. I’d just die too, unless I left in the next—how many minutes? I checked my phone, but it was dead. Like I would be if I stayed.
A horn sounded the Seastar’s departure. A distant cheer rose up from the upper decks and balconies. I felt a brief panicky impulse to run back out on deck and throw myself off the ship… but in truth, my fate had already been decided before the ship’s horn blew. I hadn’t been paying attention earlier, but I’d been rubbing and rubbing my hands, and finally realized they were cold. Probably had been since I’d boarded. I shuffled leaden feet toward the passenger cabins, guided by my phone’s light to the brass number plate for 4044—my cabin. Reached for the knob and stopped.
That smell—dread squeezed my intestines like a wet rag.
Smoke. Burnt meat.
I wrinkled my nose and opened the door.
Orange rays shone through the window, the sunset so vivid it almost gave the illusion that the room was on fire. The walls and ceiling were charred. The edges of the mattress and sheets a smoldered ruin. But the worst damage was the small sofa by the coffee table. Broken bottles scattered round. And there on the sofa—
My fingers went limp on the door handle as I stared into melted sockets of a body charred beyond recognition. A dark line encircled its wrist. The blackened remnants of a charm bracelet.
My bracelet.
While the man on the pool deck swallowed glass, I would succumb to the insanity here, dousing myself in alcohol and flame—
—immolating myself.
[Part 1]

We have a 2016 MDX that was in an accident. It’s been in the shop for two+ months because of parts being on backorder. It is an Acura certified repair shop but not an Acura dealership for repairs.
Because we are tired of waiting, I asked for the product numbers on backorder and went to AcuraPartsWarehouse.com
One of the parts (a seatbelt) says it’s discontinued. It offers an alternative for our vehicle. Acura says the seatbelt is backordered with no ETA.
The other part was supposed to be released on June 8 but was pushed back to June 22. I found this part on the same website and it says it’s available.
Insurance and the body shop are being really weird about getting parts from this website. I’m tempted to have the car towed somewhere else to do it.
Anyone have any experience with the website I referenced? It says they are OEM parts…