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  1. Historic Sam Smith’s pub home to the longest bar in Britain that serves pub classics

    You do not have to stay in Yorkshire to enjoy a Sam Smith’s pub, with many found in…
    #EuropeSays #Britain #Europe #EU #CharlesDickens #CittieofYorke #DavidCopperfield #Gray’sInn #London #Londonstreets #SamSmith #SamuelSmithOldBrewery
    europesays.com/britain/81165/

  2. Few sexual predators have such as case of "resting sexual predator face" as David Copperfield does. I've never said "of course" harder than when I found out he faces allegations from women into the high teens.

    #epstein #davidcopperfield

  3. Few sexual predators have such as case of "resting sexual predator face" as David Copperfield does. I've never said "of course" harder than when I found out he faces allegations from women into the high teens.

    #epstein #davidcopperfield

  4. Few sexual predators have such as case of "resting sexual predator face" as David Copperfield does. I've never said "of course" harder than when I found out he faces allegations from women into the high teens.

    #epstein #davidcopperfield

  5. Few sexual predators have such as case of "resting sexual predator face" as David Copperfield does. I've never said "of course" harder than when I found out he faces allegations from women into the high teens.

  6. Few sexual predators have such as case of "resting sexual predator face" as David Copperfield does. I've never said "of course" harder than when I found out he faces allegations from women into the high teens.

    #epstein #davidcopperfield

  7. Magier David Copperfield beendet nach über 25 Jahren seine legendäre Show im MGM Grand in Las Vegas - Am 30. April findet der letzte Auftritt des Illusionisten statt.

    Der weltbekannte US-Magier David Copperfield verabschiedet sich nach mehr als einem Vierteljahrhundert von einer der berühmtesten Bühnen der Unterhaltungswelt. Der Illusionist wird seine langjährige Showreihe im legendären Hotel MGM Grand Las Vegas beenden und damit .....

    t1p.de/1uq95

    #davidcopperfield #lasvegas

  8. #TheCuriousCaseOfBenjaminButton by #FScottFitzgerald

    The man who lived his life in reverse—born an old man and dying a babe. A poignant short story that challenges our perception of time. 🕰️👶👴

    Read here: kensbookinfo.blogspot.com/2019

    #DavidCopperfield by #CharlesDickens

    Dickens' "favorite child." A sweeping tale of growth, hardship, and the colorful characters David meets on his journey to adulthood. ✍️🎩🌊

    Read here: kensbookinfo.blogspot.com/2019

  9. Garett Bolles, Courtland Sutton remember Demaryius Thomas: ‘It was a special moment’

    Sunday was emotional for several reasons, not just because of the wild comeback victory. The Denver Broncos honored…
    #NFL #DenverBroncos #Denver #Broncos #courtlandsutton #DavidCopperfield #demaryiusthomas #Football #GarettBolles #NewYorkGiants
    rawchili.com/nfl/463127/

  10. Caroline Wahl liest aus „Die Assistentin“ in der Feuerwache – Mannheim

    An ihr führt im Literaturbetrieb gerade kein Weg vorbei: Aus ihrem neuen Roman „Die Assistentin“ las Caroline Wahl…
    #Mannheim #Deutschland #Deutsch #DE #Schlagzeilen #Headlines #Nachrichten #News #Europe #Europa #EU #Baden-Württemberg #CarolineWahl #CharlesDickens #clemensmeyer #DavidCopperfield #DeutscherBuchpreis #Germany #IanMcewan #Instagram #Kiel #lokal #Mainz #Prada #Schriesheim
    europesays.com/de/439477/

  11. I've never read David Copperfield by Charles Dickens.

    It surprised me in my #dream last night that the villain had lied about his history to everyone, telling them the story of David Copperfield. They hadn't read the book either.

    The villain had people convinced he was a #werewolf but he was actually a liar and a murderer. A pizza party, a pit, a fixer, and tailored suits were also involved.

    In my dream, my father warned me it had a trick ending.

    #CharlesDickens #DavidCopperfield

  12. I've never read David Copperfield by Charles Dickens.

    It surprised me in my #dream last night that the villain had lied about his history to everyone, telling them the story of David Copperfield. They hadn't read the book either.

    The villain had people convinced he was a #werewolf but he was actually a liar and a murderer. A pizza party, a pit, a fixer, and tailored suits were also involved.

    In my dream, my father warned me it had a trick ending.

    #CharlesDickens #DavidCopperfield

  13. I've never read David Copperfield by Charles Dickens.

    It surprised me in my #dream last night that the villain had lied about his history to everyone, telling them the story of David Copperfield. They hadn't read the book either.

    The villain had people convinced he was a #werewolf but he was actually a liar and a murderer. A pizza party, a pit, a fixer, and tailored suits were also involved.

    In my dream, my father warned me it had a trick ending.

    #CharlesDickens #DavidCopperfield

  14. I've never read David Copperfield by Charles Dickens.

    It surprised me in my #dream last night that the villain had lied about his history to everyone, telling them the story of David Copperfield. They hadn't read the book either.

    The villain had people convinced he was a #werewolf but he was actually a liar and a murderer. A pizza party, a pit, a fixer, and tailored suits were also involved.

    In my dream, my father warned me it had a trick ending.

    #CharlesDickens #DavidCopperfield

  15. #TimeTravelAuthors 06/07 Saturday excerpt #Focus
    #TimeTravelingGhost Part 10

    The ghost and the boy walked through the waking streets of London, threading their way through the bustle of people getting ready for the day. Periodically, they heard shouts of Merry Christmas and other holiday salutations.

    Ghost led the way through poor back-alley streets, past mean penny-a-day inns and crowded tenements. But she never hesitated. As long as she focused, he knew where the Cratchits lived. Arriving at a run-down house, the Ghost stopped.

    “What’s your name, boy?” Ghost asked. It seemed silly to keep calling him “boy.”

    “David, sir, if it pleases you, sir. David Copperfield.”

    Ghost nodded, not being well-read. He didn’t recognize the name. She knew enough ghost lore to know the story “A Christmas Carol,” but there were no ghosts in “David Copperfield.”

    “This is what you do, David. Knock on the door and say you have a message from Mr. Scrooge. Say he has had a change of heart, and a generous present will soon arrive. Lastly, say that Mr. Scrooge could not pay you to deliver the message, but he was sure the Cratchits would share a meal with you. You can add that line, ‘I’m so hungry,’ if you like. You do it very well. It would melt a heart of stone.”

    “And you, sir. Surely you won’t run off now. I shall sorely miss you if you do.” David grabbed at Ghost’s hands, but it was like trying to catch the morning mist.

    “I must; I have someone to find,” Ghost said and closed her eyes, imagining a new place and time. A woman’s name popped into her head. “I will visit her.”

    Q: Who did Ghost think of, i.e., where shall we go next?

    #MicroFiction #NMPrompts #NMTTA #CharlesDickens #pastiche #AChristmasCarol #DavidCopperfield #Poll

  16. #TimeTravelAuthors 06/07 Saturday excerpt #Focus
    #TimeTravelingGhost Part 10

    The ghost and the boy walked through the waking streets of London, threading their way through the bustle of people getting ready for the day. Periodically, they heard shouts of Merry Christmas and other holiday salutations.

    Ghost led the way through poor back-alley streets, past mean penny-a-day inns and crowded tenements. But she never hesitated. As long as she focused, he knew where the Cratchits lived. Arriving at a run-down house, the Ghost stopped.

    “What’s your name, boy?” Ghost asked. It seemed silly to keep calling him “boy.”

    “David, sir, if it pleases you, sir. David Copperfield.”

    Ghost nodded, not being well-read. He didn’t recognize the name. She knew enough ghost lore to know the story “A Christmas Carol,” but there were no ghosts in “David Copperfield.”

    “This is what you do, David. Knock on the door and say you have a message from Mr. Scrooge. Say he has had a change of heart, and a generous present will soon arrive. Lastly, say that Mr. Scrooge could not pay you to deliver the message, but he was sure the Cratchits would share a meal with you. You can add that line, ‘I’m so hungry,’ if you like. You do it very well. It would melt a heart of stone.”

    “And you, sir. Surely you won’t run off now. I shall sorely miss you if you do.” David grabbed at Ghost’s hands, but it was like trying to catch the morning mist.

    “I must; I have someone to find,” Ghost said and closed her eyes, imagining a new place and time. A woman’s name popped into her head. “I will visit her.”

    Q: Who did Ghost think of, i.e., where shall we go next?

    #MicroFiction #NMPrompts #NMTTA #CharlesDickens #pastiche #AChristmasCarol #DavidCopperfield #Poll

  17. #TimeTravelAuthors 06/07 Saturday excerpt #Focus
    #TimeTravelingGhost Part 10

    The ghost and the boy walked through the waking streets of London, threading their way through the bustle of people getting ready for the day. Periodically, they heard shouts of Merry Christmas and other holiday salutations.

    Ghost led the way through poor back-alley streets, past mean penny-a-day inns and crowded tenements. But she never hesitated. As long as she focused, he knew where the Cratchits lived. Arriving at a run-down house, the Ghost stopped.

    “What’s your name, boy?” Ghost asked. It seemed silly to keep calling him “boy.”

    “David, sir, if it pleases you, sir. David Copperfield.”

    Ghost nodded, not being well-read. He didn’t recognize the name. She knew enough ghost lore to know the story “A Christmas Carol,” but there were no ghosts in “David Copperfield.”

    “This is what you do, David. Knock on the door and say you have a message from Mr. Scrooge. Say he has had a change of heart, and a generous present will soon arrive. Lastly, say that Mr. Scrooge could not pay you to deliver the message, but he was sure the Cratchits would share a meal with you. You can add that line, ‘I’m so hungry,’ if you like. You do it very well. It would melt a heart of stone.”

    “And you, sir. Surely you won’t run off now. I shall sorely miss you if you do.” David grabbed at Ghost’s hands, but it was like trying to catch the morning mist.

    “I must; I have someone to find,” Ghost said and closed her eyes, imagining a new place and time. A woman’s name popped into her head. “I will visit her.”

    Q: Who did Ghost think of, i.e., where shall we go next?

    #MicroFiction #NMPrompts #NMTTA #CharlesDickens #pastiche #AChristmasCarol #DavidCopperfield #Poll

  18. #TimeTravelAuthors 06/07 Saturday excerpt #Focus
    #TimeTravelingGhost Part 10

    The ghost and the boy walked through the waking streets of London, threading their way through the bustle of people getting ready for the day. Periodically, they heard shouts of Merry Christmas and other holiday salutations.

    Ghost led the way through poor back-alley streets, past mean penny-a-day inns and crowded tenements. But she never hesitated. As long as she focused, he knew where the Cratchits lived. Arriving at a run-down house, the Ghost stopped.

    “What’s your name, boy?” Ghost asked. It seemed silly to keep calling him “boy.”

    “David, sir, if it pleases you, sir. David Copperfield.”

    Ghost nodded, not being well-read. He didn’t recognize the name. She knew enough ghost lore to know the story “A Christmas Carol,” but there were no ghosts in “David Copperfield.”

    “This is what you do, David. Knock on the door and say you have a message from Mr. Scrooge. Say he has had a change of heart, and a generous present will soon arrive. Lastly, say that Mr. Scrooge could not pay you to deliver the message, but he was sure the Cratchits would share a meal with you. You can add that line, ‘I’m so hungry,’ if you like. You do it very well. It would melt a heart of stone.”

    “And you, sir. Surely you won’t run off now. I shall sorely miss you if you do.” David grabbed at Ghost’s hands, but it was like trying to catch the morning mist.

    “I must; I have someone to find,” Ghost said and closed her eyes, imagining a new place and time. A woman’s name popped into her head. “I will visit her.”

    Q: Who did Ghost think of, i.e., where shall we go next?

    #MicroFiction #NMPrompts #NMTTA #CharlesDickens #pastiche #AChristmasCarol #DavidCopperfield #Poll

  19. #TimeTravelAuthors 06/07 Saturday excerpt #Focus
    #TimeTravelingGhost Part 10

    The ghost and the boy walked through the waking streets of London, threading their way through the bustle of people getting ready for the day. Periodically, they heard shouts of Merry Christmas and other holiday salutations.

    Ghost led the way through poor back-alley streets, past mean penny-a-day inns and crowded tenements. But she never hesitated. As long as she focused, he knew where the Cratchits lived. Arriving at a run-down house, the Ghost stopped.

    “What’s your name, boy?” Ghost asked. It seemed silly to keep calling him “boy.”

    “David, sir, if it pleases you, sir. David Copperfield.”

    Ghost nodded, not being well-read. He didn’t recognize the name. She knew enough ghost lore to know the story “A Christmas Carol,” but there were no ghosts in “David Copperfield.”

    “This is what you do, David. Knock on the door and say you have a message from Mr. Scrooge. Say he has had a change of heart, and a generous present will soon arrive. Lastly, say that Mr. Scrooge could not pay you to deliver the message, but he was sure the Cratchits would share a meal with you. You can add that line, ‘I’m so hungry,’ if you like. You do it very well. It would melt a heart of stone.”

    “And you, sir. Surely you won’t run off now. I shall sorely miss you if you do.” David grabbed at Ghost’s hands, but it was like trying to catch the morning mist.

    “I must; I have someone to find,” Ghost said and closed her eyes, imagining a new place and time. A woman’s name popped into her head. “I will visit her.”

    Q: Who did Ghost think of, i.e., where shall we go next?

    #MicroFiction #NMPrompts #NMTTA #CharlesDickens #pastiche #AChristmasCarol #DavidCopperfield #Poll

  20. #TimeTravelAuthors 06/01 Dreams in your stories – Now I have.
    #TimeTravelingGhost Part 9

    The boy looked at Ghost. “I had a dream, sir. If it ain’t too silly to say so.”

    “There was a man in black, like one of those mimes in Piccadilly, only black, not white. I even know his name, bless me. It was on his chest, proud as a toff with his misses. ‘Quasi Temporal,’ it said. I remember quite distinctly.”

    “He handed me a box, square, warm… Oh, but the smell, like all the food vendors had piled their food in your lap, so fine it made my mouth hurt. When I opened it, there was a great round of bread inside, all covered with cheese. Cheese all melty and shining, like the sun on a morning like this.”

    The boy stopped and pointed at the sun, which had just peeked through the buildings across the street.

    “Sir, the taste. It was the best thing I’ve ever eaten. I was quite the pig. I ate the whole thing, every crumb, sir. A mouse couldn’t have found a bit to eat. I know I shouldn’t have, not all at once, but I couldn’t help myself.”

    “And then, I said, very soft-like, not wanting to be rude, ‘Please, sir, may I have more?’”

    The boy’s eyes got wide with wonder and excitement. “And he gave me more. A stack of them, like plates at a feast.”

    “And just when I thought I ought to say a proper thank you, he vanished like chimney smoke.”

    This time, the boy pointed to the coal smoke rising from the houses.

    “And he says, ‘Anytime Time Traveling Pizza,’ just like that. I don’t know what it meant, but I wish he were real.”

    “Then I wake up, so hungry and not anything to eat except my shoes and dust under the bed. You mentioned food, sir. Could we go? I’ll be like at church and make no more noise than a mouse. Please, sir.”

    “Boo, hoo, creeek, hoo” Jeckle cried.

    Ghost floated up and held out her hand. “Sure, let’s go, little sir.”

    #MicroFiction #NMPrompts #NMTTA #CharlesDickens #pastiche #DavidCopperfield #HeckleAndJeckle #Pizza
    @QuasiTemporal