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American Standard 8711.000.002 Retrospect Console Table Legs, Polished Chrome
American Standard 8711.000 Retrospect Console Table Legs, ChromeAmerican Standard 8711.000 Retrospect Console Table Legs, Chrome Features:; Classically-styled metal console table; Shown with Retrospect Collection pedestal top available in 8" faucet holes, with Retrospect console table legs; Console table legs feature classic styling with integral front & side towel bars; Lower tempered-glass shelf for storage; Legs available in Chrome or Satin; Nominal Dimensions with Sink: 27" x 19-3/4" x 36" (686 x 502 x 914mm); Available in Chrome and Satin; Legs Only; Not compatible with self-rimming countertop sinks.* Image shown may vary by color, finish and or material

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Need help with feral cat =(?
I adopted Drey when he was 1yr back in April. He's never been social, and when he plays he goes for your hands and legs. He's never really been interested in any of the cat toys [from balls, mice, string], I've learned he likes to chase things [only toy hes really played with are those aluminum balls when you throw them]. I recently moved and bought Feliway to help calm him and get him used to a new cat I adopted. She is only 5/6 months. After taking Drey on a play date to my friends house [to see how he is with other cats]. He was so excited to see other cats! Ive never seen him want to play and hop so much. I knew getting another cat would make him happy, but I guess I was wrong. Im told cats need to "duke it out" when they first meet, establish the boss etc etc. But that when they play cats also make growling or "angry" sounds. And looking at them, Drey seems to play *extremely* rough with her. I know what it feels like when his front paws latch onto my arm while he kangaroo kicks me and bites me as hard as he can. Im just worried when he latches onto her and rolls like an alligator that this is normal. I make "kiss" sounds and Drey seems to take it down a notch when she runs away or gets really loud. [I heard making positive sounds while they're rolling around helps determine if they're playing or fighting??] He usually wakes up in the middle of the night [at 230/3am, and again at 6am] and before we got him a buddy he would jump on my face or scratch my head until I woke up. My thing is, hes still very excited to play with her. I let them play but as she was spayed on Saturday I try to break it up unless its just slapping [where shes laying belly up and he's just slapping her paws LOL] Last night though [Im guessing because I had school until 11pm last night and didn't get to {try} playing with Drey and She [no name yet, just found out that whoever told me she was a boy was very wrong], Drey was really pissed off, he would cry and cry until I come and turn the sink on [he likes to drink from that] and then would run away, I tried to play with him, give him treats for not biting me, and get him to use some of his energy. Nope. He wants to go sleep in his cage [its so sad how comfortable he is in his cage, esp. after how big hes gotten]. So in the middle of the night when he wants to play, hes really excited and bites my sides and arms. I freaked out and must have elbowed him and rolled over because he started to cry and cry. I think I dislocated his arm. It was twisted the wrong way and just didn't look right. I felt so bad I was crying and hysterical. Hes a violent cat but I don't want him to hurt him. I was able to quickly put everything back in place and he seemed to console me cause I sounded like a freak so he nibbled on my hands and jumped off the bed. Im more afraid that he'll be even more anti social and that he will never trust me now. He was crying rolling on his back and could move his arm. like I said he jumped off the bed and then at 6am he was running around the one room onto the tops of the couches to scratch his nails against. How can I apologize to my cat and get him comfortable with people? I never really look at him, I learned that quick, he does not like to be stared at, he doesnt like to be looked at period. Ill sit with my back towards him, or blink real slow at him and look away, and hell then do the same, when I got the feliway he actually let me scratch under his chin!! [first time that's EVER happened]... I feel like after last night though that any progress weve made was just erased and we're not even at square 1 were at -80 and I dont know how to make him happy. I sound like Im talking about my BF but I feel so bad for this cat. I can be patient and go slow and let him come to me, but if you have experience with feral cats please email me: xfelodese@yahoo.com or comment below. does anyone have any other suggestions??


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What do you think of my short story?...?
ive always liked writing, and sometimes i come up with short stories and poems, but i don't know if there any good.. what do you think about this one? its called trading places.. Last night I had a horrible dream. I know it was a dream but it felt more like a flash back. At first it didn’t make any since, I felt my self-thinking hard trying to figure it out, and once I did it was horrifying. I can’t remember everything that happened, since then almost twelve hours have past. I can’t remember how the dream started, but I do remember I was lying in a bed with my current boyfriend, strictly pg13. There was a few long passionate kisses, and hugs while we rolled around a bed, in a slightly dark room. Then all the sudden it was pitch black and he was gone. That when I heard her, a little girl screaming at the top of her lungs. Her scream was so loud, it echoed. It was long and filled with terror. When I finally saw her she was sitting on a bed, staring down a long familiar hallway, one that I knew I seen before. Some where during my life along time ago. She was a light skin little girl with thick black hair. Her large brown eyes were filled with tears and her face was with overwhelming fear. She screamed and screamed over and over. Every time she screamed her voice would make the room shake and my heart stop. She was just starring down that hallway, screaming, afraid of every dark corner around her. Her fear was evident and terrifying. I noticed there was a woman laying to her right, a familiar women. Her presence felt even more familiar to me. I had know this women and I was sure of it, but that the time I could not make out her face. The way she moved, the way she spoke, I knew this women but her face was just a blur. She reached out to the child and patted her leg trying to calm her down. Trying to help her see that was nothing there. This happened over and over. The image just kept repeating it self over and over. And there was a voice calling out to me. This voice kept repeating the date 1983. But Ididn’t care. All I cared about was this little girl, why was she still screaming, what could have possibly been in those dark corners that scared her so much. Over and over I heard 1983. When I yell I didn’t care as loud as I could. I just wanted her to stop screaming, I wanted to be able to see what was scaring this child so much. I searched the room as fast as I could. My eyes went over ever corner but there was nothing there. Yet, still she screamed. And that when she vanished and another little girl, walked up behind the women that had been lying on the bed. She had the same frighten look in her eyes. They were filled with tears and sadness. As she got closer my heart being to sink. When I saw her face, I knew her instantly. She was a smaller child with an olive complexion, her long curly black hair laid softly against her face. She looked up at me with her huge green eyes and I gasp. It was my daughter. I hadn’t known where she came from or what was bothering her, but I knew it was her. When I looked down at the women trying to figure out what was happening I realized the other child never left. She was lying silently still crying directly in front of this woman; in a small ball just weeping. My daughter walked over to this woman, and laid being her. She held on to her trying to get comfortable but she never said a word. She tried and tried to get a strong grip around the women but never could. She was so frightened, but I still didn’t know why. At that moment my daughter stood up and started to walk away still crying. I tried reaching to her, but she pasted me right by and headed toward a dark room. Horrified, I looked back at the women and I knew who they were. The little girl that had been there crying was me, and the women holding her trying to console her was my mother. I didn’t understand what I was trying to be told, until that moment there. The number I kept hearing 1983, was five years before my birthday in 1988. Someone was trying to tell me this was me when I was five years old, the same age as my daughter was now. Someone or something rather was trying to tell me the reason why my daughter had being to walk back towards that room crying because she was alone and scared. I wasn’t able to help her because I was still scared myself. Because I was still so afraid of the things that may have went bump in the night. I was to afraid, I couldn’t be there to realize that my daughter needs me now, to be the strong and consoling one. At that very moment that little girl that had been me, almost twenty years ago looked up at me and smiled. She was no longer crying, and the fear in her was gone. I understood, and it all became so clearly to me. My mother set up off the bed and smiled. She wrapped her arm around me and I did the same. Then we both held out our open hands and called to my daughter to come back. We told her that she didn’t have to be afraid anymo thanks for being honest. it was my first try. and 2 be honest it was really suppose to make since..

It was boring, nothing to hold my attention, the point was missing... but I absolutely give you lots of credit for attempting...
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Constructive criticism on opening to chapter 1?
Silence echoed through the house as Sam walked through the front door after her last day of high school. As she had expected, there wasn’t a soul in the house. She thought to herself ‘Eva must be out, again!’ Sam threw her bag in the corner and kicked off her shoes slovenly without a care in the world. She traipsed into the kitchen and grabbed a drink and a bag of crisps whilst reading the note her mother had scribbled and left on the side, it read: Sam, Sorry dear I shall be late home again tonight, something has cropped up at work again, another childish mistake probably! See you later. Mum x.’ Well typical, mother will be late again, owell you get used to it after a while’ she whispered under her breath. Well there was no-one to hear her perusal. So she slumped on the sofa with her drink and crisps and relaxed while she watched her favourite show. Later that evening around seven O’clock she heard Eva slam the door and storm upstairs. Sam thought to herself ‘what could be wrong, Eva is independent and she keeps her feelings bottled up but she has never been like this’. Sam swung her legs off the sofa and lifted herself up. She gathered her thoughts and stumbled up the stairs towards Eva’s room. She knocked on the door repeatedly with the only answer that was “go away im not in the mood”. She was worrying now so she opened the door walked as she saw her poor sister lying on her bed crying. “What’s wrong sis?” “He left me, Robert, he dumped me!” Eva sobbed. “Oh sis im so sorry” Sam consoled. Eva adored Rob but deep down she new some how it wasn’t going to work out. Sam hugged her sister then left shortly after. She ran down stairs quickly made two gorgeous large cups of hot chocolate with freshly whipped cream and hundreds of marshmallows. The worried girl brought the hot chocolates up to her sister along with an extra bag of marshmallows just for eating. Eva gave Sam a loving smile with tears running down her face as she walked in with a tray full of goodies, she said “Oh Sam you’re the best sister anyone could ever have, im so lucky”. For the next hour Sam and her sister scoffed marshmallows and sank a total of three mugs of hot chocolate each while sharing funny memories and old boyfriend stories. This was a rare moment for Eva and Sam. After a further two hours of talking and crying joyful tears they drifted silently asleep. Eva drifted in an out of her sleep as their mother arrived home around ten thirty, she came and checked on them and smiled proudly as the two dark haired, tanned girls slept peacefully with happy expressions, even though their were cups of hot chocolate and bags of marshmallows all over the floor. The next day around eleven in the morning, Eva and Sam woke up in a daze. They stretched tiredly and spied a note on the end of the bed, it read: Eva and Sam, You both looked so lovely so I didn’t want to wake you, Im off to work again sorry I didn’t see you last night, got in quite later. Please clear up your mess and ill see you later Mum x Eva and Sam turned too looked at each other, then at the mess and just laughed. They thought ‘oh dear what are we like ha-ha!’ Sam got up and helped Eva carry all the cups and marshmallow packets downstairs and into the kitchen. They jogged back upstairs in which Sam got changed into her riding clothes and Eva got ready to go out again while texting as usual to see if any of her mates were free to go out, probably down the skate park. They both simultaneously came out of there rooms and walked downstairs chatting about their “midnight feast” and how they had fallen asleep so early with the mess they had created. Therefore Eva strolled out the front door and Sam gracefully skipped outside to the barn area to which she kept her thoroughbred shire horses that she would love and care for everyday, she would train for hours with them or just simply lie with them in the stables in comfort and glory whilst talking to them and sharing her troubles like they were her best friends.

I really like it. There isn't really much to improvise, though I'm not sure about: They thought ‘oh dear what are we like ha-ha!’ It's kind of worded confusingly, but other than that, it's really good! :) :)
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Please help ..the girl is in trouble .....help her from sinking!?
its long ...but will tell you everything about us ...pleae bear with me and read it ...my heartly thanks to all answerers ...i am in a weird situation people ...i dumped this 17 year old girl and she has become quite obsessed about me ....we have had a lot of fun together over a year and care about each other a lot ....she cared for me more than me and can die to see me happy and smiling always...i meant the world to her and she used to be very cheerful having me in her life ..damn she was crazy about me and loved me from her true heart....she loved me so much that she fed me with her own hands and kept caressing me like her own child ...if she saw a tear in my eyes, she would fall on my legs and asked for forgiveness if it was her fault ...she loved me so much! the breakup was peaceful and i gave the reason that i was commitment phobic...she couldnt believe it and was devastated! since then she is a dead body alive struggling to move on with a fake smile and has lost trust in everyone and she swears never to get into relationship again...but spending life was a different thing i was not ready for ... she understands that it had to happen one day and keep consoling herself ...but the attachment was so deep that till today we are going back and forth over it(now we being friends)..she was scared to lose me as a friend atleast...she cant be named as clingy as she is too mature than her age and believes in giving space ...it seems my calls and texts are the only things in this world she wishes to get ....and they make her extreme happy! sometimes we get carried away due to the deepest urge and cant stop ourselves meeting each other which usually results in cutting open all wounds all over again...and then the other time i resist her and we wont talk for some 15 days ...and miss her compainionship and care and again end up calling her and tell her that i missed her these days...we cant help ourselves escaping this emotional attachment as even i cant afford losing her from my life completely ....her condition is even worse than me...she has even said that she was gonna hurt herself but her friends have supported her a lot .. i asked this question a couple of times ...people tell me wean her off of me and slowly stop talking to her and not leave her all at once ...i feel my presence in life is not gonna let her COMPLETELY get over me ...but we are not able to cope up the other cruel way to stop talking as she doesnt feel the need to do so and hates this decision(we sorted out several times when i encouraged and motivated her to get on with life ...she said she wont keep any hopes from me so i need no worry, she just wants my friendship as she cant live without it!) ...i dont have any problem but she being so despo about this friendship seems weird and also she is quite obsessed about me and feels very happy when we are gonna talk to chat ..am i being unnecessarily paranoid and a person of shalow perspective to a girl who loved me so much ...i dont deny that she is trying her level best to move on and doesnt expect from me to get back as she is very practical....is there any effective way to make this friendship work and what should be the nature of this friendship? she pretends she is fine whenever we talk in the fear of pushing me further away and promises to be ok with time...will it be ok if we remain in friendship limits and hope we get used to it? i feel she is worth having as a friend as we dont get such people often ..what do you think?


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