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Trump Weird News - ICE Trump "Sinister Tactic" Struck Down !!!

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Thank you, Whoopi for reminding everyone that the White House IS the People’s House. Our tax dollars pay for occupant and their family residing in the People’s house.
i have another busy week starting today, but i do promise to send out the remaining requests for the 'save the date' event sometime next week (around august 3), and i'll also have a fic ready for you all by then!
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She had left through Baltics to London, to Madrid, and there she had met with an old friend from intelligence community who smuggled her on a ship that was going to Mexico, from where she crossed the border and ended up in Texas, in the middle of a cartel fight, and she suddenly felt alive again. She was the hunter again, always underestimated, always deadly. A pleasant change after what had happened in post-soviet bloc. She got emotional, and emotions and spies – they just do not fit together. She got sloppy. They almost got her. But she was still coming back where it felt like home. People who she trusted. At least, that was closest to trust that a double agent could feel.
Even though she had been off the radar since Tony told her that “they know”, Natasha was very aware of what was happening in the world. The world just was not aware about her. Her friends were not aware of her. But she knew what they had been up to. Even emotional, she was still a spy. She kept tabs on everyone and everything. Parts of her accounts were burnt just to keep up this lifeline, knowing, that they were alive and… almost fine, that was important. That was the light that kept Natasha sane, reminded her, how much red she had wiped, did not allow her to fall in the darkness again. But that life-line was one way. And only on her way from Texas Nat realized, she had left them. Just like that.
But after Ross’s statement was dropped, there was no option to avoid home any longer. She had avoided the rift. Her name escaped the disgusting articles, blogs and tweets. Even the press could not establish which side Romanoff had taken.
Sometimes even she could not do that.
Safety house was safe from a lot of things, but Black Widow was not one of them. Natasha waited till the evening, when the city went darker, and her old friends – shadows - came out from corners to hide her. Natasha was sure that Russians had lost track of her somewhere in London, but then again, redhead knew that you can never be sure.
Scaling the wall was not an issue. Natasha’s way of relaxing was cliff-climbing in Arizona, before shit went down and another regime changed, so this felt almost calming. You see, Black Widow was not very sure whether she would like to use the main doors when entering a safe-house. Her intel might be off, and the place might not be the same place Steve thought it to be, though it almost never happens, and might be a trap, and Romanoff did not want to end up in a super-prison or even worse – in the death row. She wanted surprise and darkness on her side. Eastern Europe had done her biding.
Opening the window from outside took one tenth of a second more than Natasha would have preferred, but she got it open. Silent, like a cat, she climbed into the dark kitchen, holding her breath and trying to separate friend from foe. No turning back now.
I work with amazing people, and pretty much they all know how chaotic my days are, but if one more person tells me "we're gonna make it through" or "I can imagine you're ready for winter break" after asking me something that will ruin my students day.....I'm gonna scream.
best friend is moving to new zealand for three years 😀