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Bulletproof

為了解決My Baby shot me down的問題,作者Morales, Laurie Beth 這樣論述:

I always knew I wanted to be a mother. I come from a close- knit Jewish family in which nothing is more important than the children. After several early miscarriages, fertility treatment, burying twin girls miscarried at six months, and cancer, my husband and I finally had two healthy boys--Alec, my

bright, verbal, redhead born through surrogacy, and Asher, my blond, Buddha-baby born after a surprising, high-risk pregnancy .For a while, life was buoyant, productive and full of boy things omas the Tank Engine, shing and duck ponds, hide-and-seek through our dream house in the Arizona foothills.

My husband and I were fourishing in our careers, Andre was a successful salesman, first of watches, then of real estate. I worked as a clinical director in a psychiatric emergency room, trying to keep people safe in their most perilous times It was vital, rewarding work . But over the course of the

next few years, Andre came to re- veal one dark secret after another, always followed by a desperate apology and promise to reform. Prostitutes, drinking, gambling in the form of day-trading away our savings. The only thing that seemed unequivocal was his devotion to the children Eventually I filed

for divorce, the two of us preparing to share custody of the boys across a bitter divide. Then on March 31, 2010, at 8:04 in the morning, my soon to be ex-husband shot and killed our two children: five-year-old Alec and fifteen-month-old-Asher For nearly four years, I have been living with this...

this what? is fact is tragedy, this shock, this loss, this aching is emptying out of life as I knew it. But also, this other side, this hope, making a new life built on the only thing it can be: love. This is story is mine to live. There is no way around it . It is also mine to tell The murders and

Andre's subsequent death sentence received extensive coverage in the national and Arizona media. I turned down initial requests for interviews because I had nothing more to to offer besides the terrible facts and a shocked numbness. Stunned, dazed, I waited each day for the kids to come home, for th

e morning to dawn differently, with my boys playing or sleeping in the next room. In those early days, I developed something of a plan, a humble one that was all I could manage at the time: I was going to live until the murder trial was over then I was going to disappear. Not kill myself, exactly, b

ut drift off and join my kids. It was as far as I could see, but it would get me through It did, some days better than others Over time, through the love of family and friends, blinding moments of revelation, and the long, hard slog of grief and healing, I feel that I have gained perspective I have

begun to build a platform for living and em- braced a role helping others nd their way through grief, as a social worker specializing in counseling bereaved parents. Now it is time to tell my story. Bulletproof goes behind the headlines to tell the before- during-and-after story of an unthinkable fa

mily tragedy.The book begins with a marriage like many other marriages, launch-ing with love and arcing into family. Andre held my hand and made me laugh through infertility, a traumatic miscarriage, cancer, then the miraculous births of Alec and Asher. He taught me how to put on a diaper. He lay on

the living room fl oor to set up Thomas's train tracks. He volunteered at the temple school as a "Shabbat dad ". He took Alec shing, brought the boys to feed the ducks at the golf course pond and watch the giant fish at the Bass Pro Shop. Bulletproof will follow the marriage as it hit rocky shoals

and ran aground. Dark secrets began to emerge, Andre visited prostitutes, even brought them to our house. He drank too much (we were going through one Costco-sized Bombay Sapphire a week-- about fty shots' worth), had a DUI and his driver's license suspended, and later, blew our savings through risk

y day-trading. Bulletproof tells the story, too, of a marriage unlike most any other, ending as it does in murder and death row.There is, of course, the question of why? He did it to punish me. Because I was leaving him. Because he was afraid I was going to move away and take the children. Because,

somehow, he thought it was a good idea given how his life was going. Trying to assign rational thought is something that I, the police, my family, the prosecutor, and the jury, have done countless times. But these attempts fol- low a path that never connects to the death of the boys. Rational explan

ation can never get anywhere near the killing, because it is the most irrational, unexplainable thing a father could ever do to his children. Bulletproof will cover the trial, in which the Maricopa County Superior Court jury set an Arizona record for shortest deliberation in a murder trial; Eleven m

inutes. Guilt.y And, less than forty-eight hours later, the sentence: Death. I have always been against the death penalty, but my beliefs are forever turned inside out. On death row, alone in a cell, twenty-three hours a day and headed for execution, is someone with whom I chose to create a family.

And the person who murdered my children. Bulletproof will include stories from accident, to illness, to the myriad ways we can lose what we love most. In these sections, I will explore the in nite paths that we create to get back to ourselves and life here on earth when all we want to do is to follo

w our children to heaven.The book will explore how relationship between mother and child continues after the death. I felt it first after a miscarriage at six months. Twin girls who were never born taught me about mothering. No, I never held them, cupped their downy heads, soothed their cries. Never

even saw their faces. But we are forever linked in a primal bond They first made me a mother. In an essential way, they also mothered me. Their induced, explosive delivery--during which I almost bled to death--exposed a cancer that had been nascent in me, revealed it to doctors in Stage I and quite

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You know all the girls always call me rap star
But 在你出現才是我的 best part
You make me crazy 又想溜走
喜歡你先付出了代價
Honey 我當你最棒的獎勵
來房裡 讓我來幫你 脫下抵抗力 抗力
你就像是龍捲風 而我深陷其中
你怎麼能和她們相比
把你當作必需品塞進行李箱裡
我帶你去參加你前男友的葬禮
他不配 他沒我這麼純粹
看看我吧 看看我的腹肌吧
So my sweety
這次沒有808
不寫情歌的我這次寫給你聽吧
我那麼聽話
你像資本主義家
我拒絕了所有曖昧而你像交際花
Babe what's going on
You keep spitting caps and you just going on and on
You should just admit that you just here to have some fun
I be standing right here with you til you think you're done
Just play me like I'm dumb
So why you do me like that like that like that
So why you do me like that like that like that

You make me feel some type of way when you text me
But I know half of all the boys up in your DM
And I'm out here copping bags for you like groceries
You're my baby but you nasty
You must think I'm such a joke
Laughing to the bank and you're pulling out my notes
Touch n go touch n go you just left and I'm alone
Shot dead I'm a ghost now out here with Lil Ghost now

You acting kinda shady
Got me sounding crazy
Switching up your story
Break me down like
Babe what's going on
You keep spitting caps and you just going on and on
You should just admit that you just here to have some fun
Play me like I'm dumb
Just play me like I'm dumb
我對你不一般
但是你沒發現我對你不一般
和兄弟寫首love song證明不一般
我對其他人就沒這麼不一般
這麼不一
So why you do me like that like that like that
So why you do me like that like that like that
So why you do me like that
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A Gangsta’s Bitch 3

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為了解決My Baby shot me down的問題,作者Sullivan, Leo 這樣論述:

Up ahead she saw a shadowy figure in the dim light, she stopped walking, and Malcolm bumped into her from behind. "Ra, is that you?" Her voice carried. The figured continued walking toward them. Monique couldn't make out who it was, they were wearing a hoodie. "Naw honey it's not Rasheed and there w

ill be no pussy licking on the hood of the car." Instantly Monique's stomach churned, turning upside down. Inadvertently the shoulder bag fell off her arm as she grabbed Malcolm holding him close. "W...what do you want. What are you doing here?" Monique asked in a shaky voice. "I want you bitch " Ga

me said pulling out the gun. The blue steel of the 38. shimmered off the pale light in the garage. Malcolm had his back turned, he couldn't see the gun, when he tried to turn at the sound of the voice Monique covered his face. "Game? No No What are you doing? Not over no dude, not like this in fro

nt of my child. You can have Rasheed; I'll turn around and walk away." Monique said in a quivering voice. "Mommy what's wrong?" "Shhhh... nothing baby." "It's too late for walking away. Bitch you should have thought about that when tried to steal Rasheed back from me. He really doesn't love you " Ga

me raised her voice. "He loves me and you're just a problem that needs to be eradicated and I'm going to do it today, right now. So turn around and start walking towards Rasheed's car parked over there." Game gestured pointing with the gun toward the black Lexus a few yards away. "Game, I'm pregnant

, please don't do this." "So am I, bitch. But you're not going to be pregnant for long. I can assure you of that." "Oh, my god... think what you're doing. You and I used to be best friends now you're about to do something you'll regret over some dude." Monique frowned with her face etched in fear. "

Rasheed is not just some dude. If he was, you and I wouldn't be having this conversation, bitch. And trust me when I say I won't regret killing you. Now move, start walking " "Mommy I'm scared." "I have money, lot of money, some in my bank, in my purse, nearly two thousand dollars and jewelry and ex

pensive clothes, take it and let us go." "Oh, I'm going to take it, but I'm not letting you two go. Now start walking bitch " Monique continued to plead with Game. "Huh, take this watch. It's worth nearly forty stacks." Monique waved the watch in front of Game and watched her eyes light up. She was

using the watch as a ploy to get Game to come closer; she was going to try her for the gun. It was a long shot but it was all she had. "Last time telling you or I'm going to start blasting. Start walking." Game shouted looking around she was preparing to shoot Monique right where she stood, defensel

ess with her child. Instantly Monique knew she was doomed and her motherly instincts kicked in. She reached down and grabbed her son by the shoulders and whispered. "Mommy wants you to play a game, I want you to run and hide and don't let nobody find you. You hear me baby." Monique's lips trembled a

s she struggled to keep a straight face her eyes were brimming with tears as she spoke what could possibly her last words to her child. "Mommy I don't wanna-" "This ain't no game Come here little man. Come here..." Malcolm pulled away from his mother and turned looking at her. He began to walk towa

rd Game. She hid the gun under the hoodie jacket. It was still aimed at Monique who was by then trembling. "Come here little man?" Game cooed sweetly with what looked like a derange smile on her face. Her right eye noticeably twitched. She reached out for him. Then, suddenly he took off running. "Yo

u little bastard " Game yelled stomping her feet. A tuft of blond hair fell over her face. Enraged, she rushed over to Monique, shoved her toward the car. Monique nearly stumbled and fell over the luggage, the watch fell out of her hand onto the pavement. They made it to the car. Game opened the tru

ck with the remote, looked over her shoulder, listening. She thought she