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    Fucking, Life, and School: DONNY CATES. @Doncates , Dec 11
 I promise you dont really want to read a book where Eddie is doing fine and
 everything is awesome and everyone is happy. That book is boring and you will
 not like that book
 Or maybe you would. I dunno.
 I'm not writing that book
symbisexual-disaster:*glances wearily at my 5,000 bookmarked fics in which everything is awesome and everyone is happy* 
Honestly this just shows what a shallow understanding of story writing he has and I don’t know how he got to become a writer as a result of this.Conflict makes a story interesting but it’s pretty clear that a) he only has 1 idea of conflict (tragedy) and b) he sees no room for character growth (because anything other than tragedy is considered boring and irrelevant and therefore we never see characters put into different situations and he doesn’t have to write them react to anything other than tragedy).Showing Eddie and Venom doing well doesn’t even have to be the whole series (honestly I’d find that pretty boring too after several issues as much as I want to see Eddie and Venom grocery shopping or going to the farmer’s market). The point of doing so is a) character development and b) a break in the storyline from any current conflict. As much as peace/ trivial aspects of Eddie’s life will get boring after several issues, so will conflict. I’m really tired of seeing overblown issues left right and centre and absolutely no pause given to Eddie’s development (not to mention he’s regressing because of shitty writing).That one scene where Eddie’s speaking to V but seemingly himself when he’s eating noodles and V’s asking for a bloody steak? That’s the kind of shit I’m talking about. It’s literally 2 pages of Eddie speaking to himself, being very kind to V, then snapping back at a stranger who’s weirded out by him and he and V then proceed to have a conversation about innocence and stupidity. Not only does this show Eddie’s a dick in day-to-day life which contrasts with his ideas of being a good person and saving the innocent, it also shows V’s basic (but forming) ideas about human characteristics and personalities and Eddie has to do his best to help V understand innocent =/= stupid. That’s all it fucking took! 2 pages of a regular conversation between Eddie and V! Then you can get back to whatever conflict is happening!Donny Cates never graduated from the school of ‘I like these characters and I’m going to make them suffer’ and it shows.
    

        
        
        
        
        
        
        
        
    

    

        

            
            

                
                Fucking, Life, and School: DONNY CATES. @Doncates , Dec 11
 I promise you dont really want to read a book where Eddie is doing fine and
 everything is awesome and everyone is happy. That book is boring and you will
 not like that book
 Or maybe you would. I dunno.
 I'm not writing that book
symbisexual-disaster:*glances wearily at my 5,000 bookmarked fics in which everything is awesome and everyone is happy* 
Honestly this just shows what a shallow understanding of story writing he has and I don’t know how he got to become a writer as a result of this.Conflict makes a story interesting but it’s pretty clear that a) he only has 1 idea of conflict (tragedy) and b) he sees no room for character growth (because anything other than tragedy is considered boring and irrelevant and therefore we never see characters put into different situations and he doesn’t have to write them react to anything other than tragedy).Showing Eddie and Venom doing well doesn’t even have to be the whole series (honestly I’d find that pretty boring too after several issues as much as I want to see Eddie and Venom grocery shopping or going to the farmer’s market). The point of doing so is a) character development and b) a break in the storyline from any current conflict. As much as peace/ trivial aspects of Eddie’s life will get boring after several issues, so will conflict. I’m really tired of seeing overblown issues left right and centre and absolutely no pause given to Eddie’s development (not to mention he’s regressing because of shitty writing).That one scene where Eddie’s speaking to V but seemingly himself when he’s eating noodles and V’s asking for a bloody steak? That’s the kind of shit I’m talking about. It’s literally 2 pages of Eddie speaking to himself, being very kind to V, then snapping back at a stranger who’s weirded out by him and he and V then proceed to have a conversation about innocence and stupidity. Not only does this show Eddie’s a dick in day-to-day life which contrasts with his ideas of being a good person and saving the innocent, it also shows V’s basic (but forming) ideas about human characteristics and personalities and Eddie has to do his best to help V understand innocent =/= stupid. That’s all it fucking took! 2 pages of a regular conversation between Eddie and V! Then you can get back to whatever conflict is happening!Donny Cates never graduated from the school of ‘I like these characters and I’m going to make them suffer’ and it shows.
                
            

            
            
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    Arguing, Bless Up, and Dogs: My daughter was nervous around dogs,
 and then she met this guy. He let her love
 all over him for 20 minutes and then
 afterwards, her fear was gone. Thank you,
 sweet boy, for making her into the dog
 lover that she is!
 GIBBS
NEW YORKERS ARE WILD FAM 😂. They will argue about anything. It’s both a sport and a hobby. In the rest of the country people burn calories by wearing a Fitbit and measuring steps. Nah. New Yorkers will just argue with u until they thin 😂. I love it. I’m not saying they ain’t wonderful people! To the contrary! They be nice as HELL to me! They just love to argue. FOR EXAMPLE. Me: “fam I love getting food off the Halal carts.” NY person: “oh word, son? Oh it’s like THAT my dude? Ayo...Could I ax u a question, son?” *ominous music plays (90s era Mobb Deep)* Me: “sure...(?)” NY person: “ayo son...could I ax u what halal cart u go to my dude?” Me: “ummm like around Greenwich and Murray...(?)” NY person: “son [pregnant pause] SON 😂. U can’t be serriyiss right now son. Is u wildin my dude? *whispering to friend in NY Yankees cap* son...is this dude wildin?” Friend (quietly): “I mean ... he wildin son.” (Everyone in NY got a yes-man with him who wear a yankee fitted real low and who don’t really argue, he just agree with what his friend say lol.) New York person: “ayo u mean...Like up by World Trade?” And I’m like: “I guess...(?)” NY person: “SON! HOW U AINT KNOW THESE THINGS SON? 😂 U gotta know which halal cart got that GOOD good and which one got that mid grade son! Ayo do me a favor son walk a extra couple blocks to Broadway u see a cart that say “HALAL CHICKEN GYROS” with “ONE DOLLAR SAMOSA”...UNDA DAT. U ask for Hakeem. Tell him Donnell sent u. Yeah. Donnell from one two fif. U gotta tell him the street because it’s two Donnells. Son he gon hook u up with the FIRE CHICKEN my dude. Quiet as it’s kept? Prime Minister of Pakistan eat at that cart my dude word is bond I seent him. He had mad security around him and I’m like oh he gotta be a digni-TERRY he ordered chicken biryani with salad son I said ayo get that red sauce too my son and he did my dude it was wild we ate togevva but I don’t tell that story often anyway I’m not sayin don’t eat at them carts u eat at son! I’m just sayin...I WOUL-INNT EAT THERE IF I WAS U. BUT U COULD DO WHAT U FEEL. BLESS UP.” 😂😂😍 [ALL CREDITS IN COMMENT BELOW.]
    

        
        
        
        
        
        
        
        
    

    

        

            
            

                
                Arguing, Bless Up, and Dogs: My daughter was nervous around dogs,
 and then she met this guy. He let her love
 all over him for 20 minutes and then
 afterwards, her fear was gone. Thank you,
 sweet boy, for making her into the dog
 lover that she is!
 GIBBS
NEW YORKERS ARE WILD FAM 😂. They will argue about anything. It’s both a sport and a hobby. In the rest of the country people burn calories by wearing a Fitbit and measuring steps. Nah. New Yorkers will just argue with u until they thin 😂. I love it. I’m not saying they ain’t wonderful people! To the contrary! They be nice as HELL to me! They just love to argue. FOR EXAMPLE. Me: “fam I love getting food off the Halal carts.” NY person: “oh word, son? Oh it’s like THAT my dude? Ayo...Could I ax u a question, son?” *ominous music plays (90s era Mobb Deep)* Me: “sure...(?)” NY person: “ayo son...could I ax u what halal cart u go to my dude?” Me: “ummm like around Greenwich and Murray...(?)” NY person: “son [pregnant pause] SON 😂. U can’t be serriyiss right now son. Is u wildin my dude? *whispering to friend in NY Yankees cap* son...is this dude wildin?” Friend (quietly): “I mean ... he wildin son.” (Everyone in NY got a yes-man with him who wear a yankee fitted real low and who don’t really argue, he just agree with what his friend say lol.) New York person: “ayo u mean...Like up by World Trade?” And I’m like: “I guess...(?)” NY person: “SON! HOW U AINT KNOW THESE THINGS SON? 😂 U gotta know which halal cart got that GOOD good and which one got that mid grade son! Ayo do me a favor son walk a extra couple blocks to Broadway u see a cart that say “HALAL CHICKEN GYROS” with “ONE DOLLAR SAMOSA”...UNDA DAT. U ask for Hakeem. Tell him Donnell sent u. Yeah. Donnell from one two fif. U gotta tell him the street because it’s two Donnells. Son he gon hook u up with the FIRE CHICKEN my dude. Quiet as it’s kept? Prime Minister of Pakistan eat at that cart my dude word is bond I seent him. He had mad security around him and I’m like oh he gotta be a digni-TERRY he ordered chicken biryani with salad son I said ayo get that red sauce too my son and he did my dude it was wild we ate togevva but I don’t tell that story often anyway I’m not sayin don’t eat at them carts u eat at son! I’m just sayin...I WOUL-INNT EAT THERE IF I WAS U. BUT U COULD DO WHAT U FEEL. BLESS UP.” 😂😂😍 [ALL CREDITS IN COMMENT BELOW.]
                
            

            
            
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    Crime, Instagram, and Memes: Chris Harrigan
 5 hrs Melbourne, VIC
 Guys this is the true crime story of the decade:
 Yesterday a friend told me what might well be the best
 story I've ever heard. She had caught the train in from
 Frankston. And while she was waiting for the train to
 come, she noticed a man sitting down on the platform
 with a bag of fish and chips. But he wasn't really
 eating them. He was just sort of letting them air.
 This attracted a few seagulls, who began to circle the
 platform. Instead of shooing the birds away, the man
 offered them a few chips. He'd toss one a foot or so
 away from him. It was like he was beckoning them to
 come closer. He kept doing this, eking the chips out
 slowly, until there was a big group of seagulls in front
 of him, 15 or 20. A tiny army. He'd throw them a chip
 every now and then - just enough to keep the birds
 interested, but not enough to sate them. It was
 frustrating. They were getting angry. Squawking. It
 was like he was rearing them up for... something.
 Then the train came, and everyone got on. But the
 man stayed on the ground with his chips. Just when
 the train was about to leave. It happened.
 Right before the doors closed, the man threw the
 entire bag of the fish and chips into the train. The
 entire flock of seagulls followed the bag. And the
 doors closed. Inside the train: pandemonium
 The next train stop was five minutes away.
💨 @hitsblunt is the funniest hits blunt page on Instagram! 👺😂
    

        
        
        
        
        
        
        
        
    

    

        

            
            

                
                Crime, Instagram, and Memes: Chris Harrigan
 5 hrs Melbourne, VIC
 Guys this is the true crime story of the decade:
 Yesterday a friend told me what might well be the best
 story I've ever heard. She had caught the train in from
 Frankston. And while she was waiting for the train to
 come, she noticed a man sitting down on the platform
 with a bag of fish and chips. But he wasn't really
 eating them. He was just sort of letting them air.
 This attracted a few seagulls, who began to circle the
 platform. Instead of shooing the birds away, the man
 offered them a few chips. He'd toss one a foot or so
 away from him. It was like he was beckoning them to
 come closer. He kept doing this, eking the chips out
 slowly, until there was a big group of seagulls in front
 of him, 15 or 20. A tiny army. He'd throw them a chip
 every now and then - just enough to keep the birds
 interested, but not enough to sate them. It was
 frustrating. They were getting angry. Squawking. It
 was like he was rearing them up for... something.
 Then the train came, and everyone got on. But the
 man stayed on the ground with his chips. Just when
 the train was about to leave. It happened.
 Right before the doors closed, the man threw the
 entire bag of the fish and chips into the train. The
 entire flock of seagulls followed the bag. And the
 doors closed. Inside the train: pandemonium
 The next train stop was five minutes away.
💨 @hitsblunt is the funniest hits blunt page on Instagram! 👺😂
                
            

            
            
💨 @hitsblunt is the funniest hits blunt page on Instagram! 👺😂

            
            
        

    



            

        

        
        

            

                



            

        

        
        

            

                



            

        

        
        

            

                



            

        

        
        

            

                



            

        

        
        

            

                



            

        

        
        

            

                



            

        

        
        

            

                



            

        

        
        

            

                



            

        

        
        

            

                



            

        

        
        

            

                



            

        

        
        

            

                



            

        

        
        

            

                



            

        

        
        

            

                



            

        

        
        

            

                



            

        

        
        

            

                



            

        

        
        

            

                



            

        

        
        

            

                



            

        

        
        

            

                




    Ass, Fall, and Hail Mary: I almost died today. Here is the true story
 So Iwas derping in my backyard today, picking up dog crap. The whole
 time, my dog was just sitting there watching me, enjoying the sight. So I
 go to the small section in between my trampoline and my fence. Now if
 any of you haven't seen my trampoline, it is really old and there are
 these black foam things on the bars that used to hold up a net, but they
 are mostly destroyed now. So I walk in the narrow space, and I get
 completely covered by the hugest web I've ever felt. All over my face, all
 over my chest and shoulders. I freak out, but I realize that there is no
 worries. I see no spider, and it would have to be a big ass spider to
 concoct such a glorious web. Well, sure enough, in the middle of my
 struggle to break free, I look up, and slowly, ever so slowly, I see the
 huge, black-brown mass of a spider about the size of my fist crawl out
 of some old, decaying foam protectors. I stare at it; it stares back. I look
 closely for any threads connecting us, and there, glinting back at me
 with sunlight, is one strand of spider web, connecting the hulk spider to
 my face. It realizes the fact at the same time as me, and thinks, "Yes!
 This boy's eye sockets will make excellent breeding holes for my eggs!!
 and starts a full on crawling sprint towards me. I freak out, and begin to
 struggle even more and more to release myself from this web. It
 reaches the halfway mark and sees me begin to escape, so it goes for
 gold. The Hail Mary play. A daring leap straight for the head. Time slows
 down. This thing has all legs extended, blocking out the sun. A sure
 death for me. My left arm breaks free from the web. This could be my
 chance! A quick and decisive left cross reaches the spider JUST in time
 knocking the behemoth against the fence. It looks dazed; begins to
 squirm around on the ground, preparing for a counteroffensive. I don't
 give it a chance. I take the poop shovel in both my hands, shout a battle
 cry of pure victorious slaughter and smash my enemy into a crumpled
 pile, each strike emanating a loud crunch of the monster's body.I
 emerge the survivor in this battle. Thank you video games, for my
 improved reaction time, lest I fall victim to fate
 Unlike Comment Share 3 hours ago
 you should probably go to TheMetaPicture.com
epicjohndoe:

This Man Should Write A Novel
    

        
        
        
        
        
        
        
        
    

    

        

            
            

                
                Ass, Fall, and Hail Mary: I almost died today. Here is the true story
 So Iwas derping in my backyard today, picking up dog crap. The whole
 time, my dog was just sitting there watching me, enjoying the sight. So I
 go to the small section in between my trampoline and my fence. Now if
 any of you haven't seen my trampoline, it is really old and there are
 these black foam things on the bars that used to hold up a net, but they
 are mostly destroyed now. So I walk in the narrow space, and I get
 completely covered by the hugest web I've ever felt. All over my face, all
 over my chest and shoulders. I freak out, but I realize that there is no
 worries. I see no spider, and it would have to be a big ass spider to
 concoct such a glorious web. Well, sure enough, in the middle of my
 struggle to break free, I look up, and slowly, ever so slowly, I see the
 huge, black-brown mass of a spider about the size of my fist crawl out
 of some old, decaying foam protectors. I stare at it; it stares back. I look
 closely for any threads connecting us, and there, glinting back at me
 with sunlight, is one strand of spider web, connecting the hulk spider to
 my face. It realizes the fact at the same time as me, and thinks, "Yes!
 This boy's eye sockets will make excellent breeding holes for my eggs!!
 and starts a full on crawling sprint towards me. I freak out, and begin to
 struggle even more and more to release myself from this web. It
 reaches the halfway mark and sees me begin to escape, so it goes for
 gold. The Hail Mary play. A daring leap straight for the head. Time slows
 down. This thing has all legs extended, blocking out the sun. A sure
 death for me. My left arm breaks free from the web. This could be my
 chance! A quick and decisive left cross reaches the spider JUST in time
 knocking the behemoth against the fence. It looks dazed; begins to
 squirm around on the ground, preparing for a counteroffensive. I don't
 give it a chance. I take the poop shovel in both my hands, shout a battle
 cry of pure victorious slaughter and smash my enemy into a crumpled
 pile, each strike emanating a loud crunch of the monster's body.I
 emerge the survivor in this battle. Thank you video games, for my
 improved reaction time, lest I fall victim to fate
 Unlike Comment Share 3 hours ago
 you should probably go to TheMetaPicture.com
epicjohndoe:

This Man Should Write A Novel
                
            

            
            
epicjohndoe:

This Man Should Write A Novel

            
            
        

    



            

        

        
        

            

                



            

        

        
        

            

                



            

        

        
        

            

                



            

        

        
        

            

                



            

        

        
        

            

                




    Chicago, Dad, and Friends: Eileen Webb
 @webmeadow
 Here's a true story about my dad. whenl
 was little, we were on a beach in Oregon
 and he found a message in a bottle.
 The note contained an address, with a plea
 in a young boy's handwriting to senda
 postcard and let him know how far the
 bottle had traveled
 6:11 PM- Jan 9, 2019 Twitter Web Client
 3.8K Retweets 2.8KLikes
 Eileen Webb @webmeadow 20h
 Replying to @webmeadow
 It had very clearly been thrown in the ocean from
 the nearby crab docks. It probably traveled a
 whopping 1/2 mile before washing up in the sand.
 He decided to wait until we got back to California to
 send the postcard, so it would seem like the bottle
 floated all the way south.
 3
 t 39
 O 1.1K
 Eileen Webb @webmeadow 20h
 The postcard ended by saying "I threw the bottle
 back in the ocean for someone else to find!"
 Then he shared the address with his brother, who
 sent a similar postcard from Seattle a few weeks
 later. His postcard ended the same way
 L 26
 O 1.1K
 Eileen Webb @webmeadow 20h
 They did this for DECADES, sending postcards to
 this kid from all the places they traveled, always
 saying they were throwing the bottle back in the
 water. Mexico, Alaska, Boston, Florida, London! "I
 found it in the Thames!"
 2
 th 36
 1.4K
 Eileen Webb @webmeadow 20h
 Sometimes he'd recruit friends, so that the
 handwriting didn't always match. He sent that kid
 postcards from Chicago, from Paris, from landlocked
 towns in Wisconsin and Oklahoma. He kept the
 address in his wallet, though it didn't really matter
 because he'd memorized it long ago
 2
 th 26
 1.4K
 Eileen Webb @webmeadow 20h
 Somewhere out there a grown man from Tacoma has
 hundreds of postcards in my dad's scratchy
 handwriting. If there was a way he could do a good
 deed *while also being slightly mischievous*, he was
 all in. That's the kind of guy he was
 112
 O 6.3K
I threw it back into the ocean
    

        
        
        
        
        
        
        
        
    

    

        

            
            

                
                Chicago, Dad, and Friends: Eileen Webb
 @webmeadow
 Here's a true story about my dad. whenl
 was little, we were on a beach in Oregon
 and he found a message in a bottle.
 The note contained an address, with a plea
 in a young boy's handwriting to senda
 postcard and let him know how far the
 bottle had traveled
 6:11 PM- Jan 9, 2019 Twitter Web Client
 3.8K Retweets 2.8KLikes
 Eileen Webb @webmeadow 20h
 Replying to @webmeadow
 It had very clearly been thrown in the ocean from
 the nearby crab docks. It probably traveled a
 whopping 1/2 mile before washing up in the sand.
 He decided to wait until we got back to California to
 send the postcard, so it would seem like the bottle
 floated all the way south.
 3
 t 39
 O 1.1K
 Eileen Webb @webmeadow 20h
 The postcard ended by saying "I threw the bottle
 back in the ocean for someone else to find!"
 Then he shared the address with his brother, who
 sent a similar postcard from Seattle a few weeks
 later. His postcard ended the same way
 L 26
 O 1.1K
 Eileen Webb @webmeadow 20h
 They did this for DECADES, sending postcards to
 this kid from all the places they traveled, always
 saying they were throwing the bottle back in the
 water. Mexico, Alaska, Boston, Florida, London! "I
 found it in the Thames!"
 2
 th 36
 1.4K
 Eileen Webb @webmeadow 20h
 Sometimes he'd recruit friends, so that the
 handwriting didn't always match. He sent that kid
 postcards from Chicago, from Paris, from landlocked
 towns in Wisconsin and Oklahoma. He kept the
 address in his wallet, though it didn't really matter
 because he'd memorized it long ago
 2
 th 26
 1.4K
 Eileen Webb @webmeadow 20h
 Somewhere out there a grown man from Tacoma has
 hundreds of postcards in my dad's scratchy
 handwriting. If there was a way he could do a good
 deed *while also being slightly mischievous*, he was
 all in. That's the kind of guy he was
 112
 O 6.3K
I threw it back into the ocean
                
            

            
            
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    Chicago, Dad, and Friends: Eileen Webb
 @webmeadow
 Here's a true story about my dad. whenl
 was little, we were on a beach in Oregon
 and he found a message in a bottle.
 The note contained an address, with a plea
 in a young boy's handwriting to senda
 postcard and let him know how far the
 bottle had traveled
 6:11 PM- Jan 9, 2019 Twitter Web Client
 3.8K Retweets 2.8KLikes
 Eileen Webb @webmeadow 20h
 Replying to @webmeadow
 It had very clearly been thrown in the ocean from
 the nearby crab docks. It probably traveled a
 whopping 1/2 mile before washing up in the sand.
 He decided to wait until we got back to California to
 send the postcard, so it would seem like the bottle
 floated all the way south.
 3
 t 39
 O 1.1K
 Eileen Webb @webmeadow 20h
 The postcard ended by saying "I threw the bottle
 back in the ocean for someone else to find!"
 Then he shared the address with his brother, who
 sent a similar postcard from Seattle a few weeks
 later. His postcard ended the same way
 L 26
 O 1.1K
 Eileen Webb @webmeadow 20h
 They did this for DECADES, sending postcards to
 this kid from all the places they traveled, always
 saying they were throwing the bottle back in the
 water. Mexico, Alaska, Boston, Florida, London! "I
 found it in the Thames!"
 2
 th 36
 1.4K
 Eileen Webb @webmeadow 20h
 Sometimes he'd recruit friends, so that the
 handwriting didn't always match. He sent that kid
 postcards from Chicago, from Paris, from landlocked
 towns in Wisconsin and Oklahoma. He kept the
 address in his wallet, though it didn't really matter
 because he'd memorized it long ago
 2
 th 26
 1.4K
 Eileen Webb @webmeadow 20h
 Somewhere out there a grown man from Tacoma has
 hundreds of postcards in my dad's scratchy
 handwriting. If there was a way he could do a good
 deed *while also being slightly mischievous*, he was
 all in. That's the kind of guy he was
 112
 O 6.3K
I threw it back into the ocean via /r/wholesomememes http://bit.ly/2FnD4Hi
    

        
        
        
        
        
        
        
        
    

    

        

            
            

                
                Chicago, Dad, and Friends: Eileen Webb
 @webmeadow
 Here's a true story about my dad. whenl
 was little, we were on a beach in Oregon
 and he found a message in a bottle.
 The note contained an address, with a plea
 in a young boy's handwriting to senda
 postcard and let him know how far the
 bottle had traveled
 6:11 PM- Jan 9, 2019 Twitter Web Client
 3.8K Retweets 2.8KLikes
 Eileen Webb @webmeadow 20h
 Replying to @webmeadow
 It had very clearly been thrown in the ocean from
 the nearby crab docks. It probably traveled a
 whopping 1/2 mile before washing up in the sand.
 He decided to wait until we got back to California to
 send the postcard, so it would seem like the bottle
 floated all the way south.
 3
 t 39
 O 1.1K
 Eileen Webb @webmeadow 20h
 The postcard ended by saying "I threw the bottle
 back in the ocean for someone else to find!"
 Then he shared the address with his brother, who
 sent a similar postcard from Seattle a few weeks
 later. His postcard ended the same way
 L 26
 O 1.1K
 Eileen Webb @webmeadow 20h
 They did this for DECADES, sending postcards to
 this kid from all the places they traveled, always
 saying they were throwing the bottle back in the
 water. Mexico, Alaska, Boston, Florida, London! "I
 found it in the Thames!"
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 Eileen Webb @webmeadow 20h
 Sometimes he'd recruit friends, so that the
 handwriting didn't always match. He sent that kid
 postcards from Chicago, from Paris, from landlocked
 towns in Wisconsin and Oklahoma. He kept the
 address in his wallet, though it didn't really matter
 because he'd memorized it long ago
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 Eileen Webb @webmeadow 20h
 Somewhere out there a grown man from Tacoma has
 hundreds of postcards in my dad's scratchy
 handwriting. If there was a way he could do a good
 deed *while also being slightly mischievous*, he was
 all in. That's the kind of guy he was
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I threw it back into the ocean via /r/wholesomememes http://bit.ly/2FnD4Hi
                
            

            
            
I threw it back into the ocean via /r/wholesomememes http://bit.ly/2FnD4Hi