[ SECRET POST #4239 ]

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⌈ Secret Post #4239 ⌋

Warning: Some secrets are NOT worksafe and may contain SPOILERS.

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[2018 Chinese tv-drama Guardian]


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03.
[Amy Adams in Sharp Objects]


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04.
[Martian]


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05.
[Castle Rock]


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06.
[The Girl Next Door & Watching the Detectives]


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07.
[Criminal Minds]







Notes:

Secrets Left to Post: 02 pages, 35 secrets from Secret Submission Post #607.
Secrets Not Posted: [ 0 - broken links ], [ 0 - not!secrets ], [ 0 - not!fandom ], [ 0 - too big ], [ 0 - repeat ].
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Comments

Re: FS Confessional

[greghousesgf]

I live in the SF bay area and you can get around without a car in most of it.

Re: FS Confessional

[(Anonymous)]

AYRT—I was looking at places in Gualala and Point Arena, where if you want to go to someplace with a Costco or more than a 1 screen movie theater it’s half a day’s drive. Gualala doesn’t have a movie theater or a library.

Re: FS Confessional

[greghousesgf]

oh, those are very small towns and much further away from SF. I live in Oakland.

Re: FS Confessional

[(Anonymous)]

AYRT—yeah, I know they’re tiny, but it’s where I spent summers as a kid visiting family friends, and I’m from soCal, where water from the sky seems like a myth for 8 months of the year, so I idealize it a lot.

My mom’s friend raised her daughter in a cabin inland from there, with no electricity, phone, or hot water—the cold water was gravity-fed from a tarp-lined pond up the hill that had frogs in it, and every couple summers we’d help dig a new outhouse hole and move the outhouse. And my mom’s friend’s kid lives in Chicago now, because her dream getaway was bright lights, big city.

I grew up surrounded by party animal college students who rented all the neighboring houses, partied until 2 am, and used the outside wall of my bedroom as a urinal. “Hey guys, I’m marking my territory, ha ha!” We moved when I was twelve to the house I inherited last year.

It’s two blocks from five gazillion bars, built in 1947, none of the additions are to code, it’s not insured, and the termites are fighting me for it. My mom had another bathroom put in, but it’s plumbed into the cleanout. There’s a quasi-legal granny flat with a decade old beehive in one wall. All the major appliances and the kitchen sink need replacing. And I need to refinish the wood floors, repaint everything inside and out, replace a couple windows, and scrape off the popcorn ceiling in the poorly-done garage conversion.