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FOR RENT RENTER REQUIREMENTS: Renter (hereafter known as 'occupant' or 'tennant') will be required to remit monthly rent by the first (1st) day of each subsequent month unless special exceptions are met due to economic hardship or other concerns. A renter will be granted three instances of these exceptions as decided by the landlord (hereafter known as the 'master') pending a review of no more than up to five hours of consideration. Rent will range from monetary remittance or equivalent in the form of granted wishes (up to three per day or 21 per week and a maximum of 1,095 (plus 3 on leap years.) Failure to meet expectations beyond the period of exceptions may require a occupant to remain in said accomidations beyond the expected or anticipated tenure pending a review. An ideal occupant would be self-supporting, courteous and friendly, as well as clean, organized and otherwise colloquial and tempermental. Non smoker preferred. The alloted space may not be used for pets

"I don't know, dear. It might send the wrong message." "It works for Raine?" "Yes, but she's got a much more difficult time putting on other costumes." "What's the problem here?" Michelle asked. Shelly crossed her arms as she held up her seashell bikini on a hanger. "Mom says I can't greet trick or treaters wearing my fins and a seashell bikini." Michelle smirked. "What's wrong with that? I've done it a time or two before but not EVERY time." "Well, no, but it is in the thirties out there." "I'm going to be inside!" "And you have to use Raine's spare chair-" "It doesn't work right if I don't!" "She's quite right, dear. Just wear your Morticia Addams dress instead." "But then I have to dye my hair black!" "Use one of my red patches. It works the same if you get wet." Shelly hesitated. "That-" "Otherwise, I've got black hair dye in stock." Shelly's lips pursed and her eyes narrowed as the internal struggle dueled it out. "Will you dress up as anything, dear?"

KIDNAPPING IN FRIDAY HARBOR Local teenager Rachel Arlen was last seen at the Tilt-A-Whirl in downtown Friday Harbor during the city's Fourth of July celebrations. Witnesses have reportedly seen mermaids that may be blending in with the local tourist population. According to several sources, there may be a link between the two that defies reality while dispelling facts. When a young mermaid makes an appearance on the dock behind Jessica Summer's house, an adventure begins that goes beyond marshmallows and campfire stories. Before Jessica can tell her best friend Naomi, Rachel’s disappearance stirs up their hometown. Fantasy becomes fact and mystery becomes truth, leaving five friends reeling as the line separating both becomes blurred. Dive into a mystery deeper than the ocean.

Speed Girl This day was like any other, she kept reminding herself. You've done so many of these events, girl, you can do this one too. With an outfit so skin tight a passerby could read the label on her underwear, were she wearing anything decent beneath, Alyssa Enduro - also known as Alyssa Thompson - strutted out onto the speedway. Her outfit was blue and green, sleek and silky, and had the logo of a dolphin on her chest. Other various racing companies, not unlike those seen along the concrete barriers between the track and the stands that didn't always keep the audience safe, also dotted her uniform. Naturally, a few folks in the audience noticed her. This was an outift designed to be noticed in. If nobody noticed, then you were invisible. If you were noticed, then you were the star. She walked over to the rest of her teammates, the top drill team that was also Georges Brakker's pit crew, the Loopettes. Only today she was a

"...?" Michelle gasped as she watched his hands change. "Michelle, what is it?" Bret asked. "Your hands... you become a car?" she asked. "What do you mean? Oh... these," he said, holding his wheels up. "You are becoming a car! Why... were you ever by the Chase Labs, by chance?" Michelle asked as Bret kneeled to the ground, all the while his body changing ever further. His lower half finshed as his upper body and head began to merge together. "Pattie and Alex... suggested I keep it a secret... from everybody," Bret finished as his face changed in between his words. "Bret... why didn't you tell me? Or even the doc? So much could've been avoided if you had..." Michelle began, sitting on the ground next to Turbo Teen's front wheel. "But you were at the labs... and they asked you what you remembered... and then... oh, Bret... I really wish you had told me before now," Michelle said, as her hands turned into her own set of wheels. "What do you mean?" Turbo asked. She got up

Crazy Lucky I emerged from the liquor store, stumbling over the back steps with a bottle in my hand and whiskey on my breath. Leaving through the back door is so much more convenient. Nobody yells at me, nobody pats me down, nobody chases me while screaming obscenities carrying sharp tools. It’s a great store. Best of all, it’s all you can drink unless they catch you. Leaving out the back simply keeps your wallet full. Nobody questions you about your shortcomings when you leave out the back door, even if you’re short changed, short of stature, and short sighted. Since my car didn’t seem to open, I broke the window with a nearby brick that wasn’t attached to the wall in any permanent way. What a waste of resources, leaving bricks in walls. That’s almost as dumb as locking up liquor. Why do they leave the cheap hooch on the shelf and lock up the good stuff? May as well be as dumb as those rich types who leave their Mercedes-Benz cars in the