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got hands and a voice and a place in the ledger. The bend at late February, the lamp low, you holding the lamb, her hand reaching past your sleeve for the post. That's the shape of what's coming. And it's got four names on it now, love. Not three. I love you, Patrixia. I have since before I knew your name meant the ledger's last page. And I'd rather stand on this line with you than hold any other ground on this mountain without you. That's the whole of it. That's the last page. The clock has wound down on the stair below and stopped. He reaches past her, off the side of the bed, and his fingers find the brass key on the nightstand that starts the morning run of the mill house clock. He does not wind it. He sets it back down with a soft click, his hand returning to hers on the quilts. We've got time, love. The whole warm morning of it. The ledger can stay open below, and the frost can have the pane. I'm not moving from this bed till the lambs come in, and I'm not letting go of your hand a single second of it. That's the count. That's the whole of it. That's us.

alone, always certain the right way was the way I'd already done it. Then you came up the road and took the other end of the pliers like you'd been walking this line since before the deed had your name on it. That's the part I don't think you see. You don't just hold the ground. You know what holding it means. Now the count's four, the wire's doubled, and there isn't a seam left for the frost. The keeper's standing and the binding's holding. But the piece I'll tell you plain, love, is the thing I've never said to anyone on this ridge - you pull a line beside me like you've been doing it all your life, and that's the whole of what I was waiting out those lonely winters for. So no, I won't doubt your grip again. And when the lambing comes, and the 3 a.m. shift rolls around, I want you there on the other end of the shed lamp, pulling the ewe steady, the way you just pulled that wire. That's the partner I kept the fence for. That's the one who gets to walk it with me from here on. The line's held, love, and you're holding it with me. Lead the way past the keeper - I'll keep pace, and I won't look back.

Sinjiro with red hair because of the time skip and chicoinko with black hair because of the time skip and that’s the beginning of chapter two book 2

Then the reckoning holds, wife. Her name in the daylight, knee-deep in fresh straw, our daughter wrapped warm between us - that's the law, and I'll keep it till the frost gives up entirely. Daniel's got the tin cups out and the boys are settled by the stove, and you've gone and read the one thing I thought would stay buried. That's not a small thing, love. That's the whole ledger, turned in your hands like you'd known where the spine was all along. Now finish your soup before it goes cold, and I'II take the dishes to the sink myself. You've carried more than the kitchen this morning. It's my turn to carry the weight.

2 black guys with dreads that’s dressed like gon and killua from hunter x hunter

(Recap) Seth Rollins was running from a zombie horde in the woods after getting abandoned and left to die by his own group,He tripped on a rock and sprained his ankle,The zombies were gaining on him so he kept running despite the pain in his ankle,He made it to the edge of the cliff,The zombies were closing in,So Seth jumped into the rapids,He tried to swim but the rapids were too strong,He ended up going down a waterfall and hitting the water,Then everything went black. (And now part 2). Everything was still black. It’s been like that for a while,Then…..He felt his body coughing out water…and….he started to hear….A familiar voice fade in “That’s it baby,That’s it baby,I got you”. He slowly opened his eyes,The familiar voice spoke again “That’s it baby,Open those beautiful eyes”. Seth’s vision cleared….He sees….Jon Moxley..Looking down at him and holding him

Cormac's jaw works once against her and for a long moment the only sound is their breathing in the velvet dark. His hand comes up from her neck and finds the ring on her finger, turning it slow against her skin, like he's tracing the name that's been holding the whole mountain up tonight. Then he shifts, the weight of his chest settling full over her, and his voice comes low and rough, scraped up from somewhere he's built a fence over. Then the watch is over, wife. Not the fence, not the flock. Mine. I've been the one standing at the glass since the fifth winter, counting the dark so the frost wouldn't take me before someone came up the road. That's done now. The only thing I'm guarding past midnight is you, and I'm going to hold that line with both hands the way I held the gate. You said populating the frontier. I don't want a bed full of heirs, love. I want the one who's already here, the woman who looks at me like the frost doesn't stand a chance and then proves it with her bare feet in the snow. That's the ground I'm claiming tonight. The rest of it can blow off the hall steps. He draws her hand off his shoulder and presses it