I watched Boys N The Hood for the first time tonight. I'm very disturbed and puzzled about why they felt the need to bring Ricky's corpse home. Does anyone know why they did? It accomplished nothing except obviously upsetting his family.

2022.01.20 01:05 AmericanOnTheRight I watched Boys N The Hood for the first time tonight. I'm very disturbed and puzzled about why they felt the need to bring Ricky's corpse home. Does anyone know why they did? It accomplished nothing except obviously upsetting his family.

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2022.01.20 01:05 businessyndicate Google launches beta of Android games on Windows PCs

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2022.01.20 01:05 Brandon_Monahan Not sure if this has been posted yet

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2022.01.20 01:05 Ayan0212 Mae, estamos concientes que como el 90% de problemas del pa铆s, incluidos los impuestos son heredados de gobiernos de Liberaci贸n verdad? Osea el PAC casi no arreglo nada o m谩s bien empeor贸 otras 谩reas, pero igual casi todo viene de Liberaci贸n

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2022.01.20 01:05 nkwemohb Remaining online games

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2022.01.20 01:05 dstitch_87 Sole E98 Elliptical

Hello, has anyone gotten this? We're thinking of getting one when it goes on sale.
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2022.01.20 01:05 SuperNova1909 Theoretically how big would enemies in the game?

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2022.01.20 01:05 Wilbur_Redenbacher Picked up some icing on approach last night. What鈥檚 the most icing you鈥檝e picked up and how did it affect your craft?

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2022.01.20 01:05 Oofitsher Critiques/thoughts on my first chapter? Is the premise something you would read?

A baby is born on a Saturday evening in the northeasternmost part of Quad 3, the former US state of Maine. Her mother only gets a brief glimpse of her face before she is carted out of the room by nurses. The mother knows what must happen next and cries silently. She closes her eyes as the doctor's cold hands work to tighten the metal cuffs on her wrists. One of the nurses tightens the ones around her ankles.
Down the hall, another woman can be heard screaming as her child is taken away as well. "My baby!" She blubbers "please don't take him!"
Next, metal clatters, and the patter of bare feet on the linoleum floor get closer. Before the mother can see her, the other woman is shot. Her IV pole falls farther than she does and is visible at the door.
The mother looks away and squeezes her eyes shut. The needle punctures her sweaty skin. She has felt pain for the last time.
The doctor leans close and whispers "Your gift will be remembered."
To show his gratitude, 3 milliliters of the synthetic chemical colloquially referred to as maternatoxin is injected into her bloodstream. She never opens her eyes again and dies silently within 20 seconds. The nurse and the doctor stand back and watch as the life leaves her eyes. A moment of emotion passes between the three. Thick, heavy, and inexplicable.
"Pull the sheet over her," The doctor, Avery Cook, mutters to the nurse who chained down the ankles. "Quickly, we haven't got all night."
"Yes sir." She says, nodding and pulling the white sheet over the mother.
They stand in the room silently for a moment, the buzzing of the LEDs overhead fills the space. "Well, I need a cigarette." He moves swiftly out of the room and shuts the door behind him.
The nurse watches the lumpy white sheet, half expecting the woman to sit right up and call her a monster for what she'd done. She presses a red button on the wall behind her. In a few minutes, a remover will come and take her out to the deciding ceremony. She leaves the room as well. 鈥斺 "Good evening all," The decider boomed into the microphone. "I hope everyone has had a blessed day." In the large room designed for these ceremonies, the birthing center staff sat side by side in the audience, all bowing their heads silently. There was no cheering allowed at decisions.
To see a decider's face was forbidden. They wore a black veil at all times, but bowing was common practice out of respect. On the stage with the decider was a table with little white boxes. Each box had a house's name written in red ink. "I would like to begin by thanking our brave doctors, they are truly doing God's work!" He paused where applause would have been. "And the lovely mothers, who though they are now with the Lord, have this week given us eighty beautiful gifts." The babies could be heard behind the white curtain, cooing and crying while their dead mothers lay beneath them in the morgue. "Now, let us commence the ceremony!" The first child was wheeled out in a little carriage by a nurse. The decider carefully picked him up and looked closely at his face.
"His name will be Emmanuel. House of Peter." He said simply, setting the child back down. The nurse wheeled him backstage.
"May God bless Emmanuel," the audience chanted softly. The ceremony went as such, naming and deciding houses. The audience was quietly relieved as the final baby, number eighty, was wheeled out in her lacy pink carriage. The decider brought her very close to his face.
"I see bright things in her future. The last born this week. She is Eleanor. House of Thomas."
"May God bless Eleanor."
The nurse handed the decider a small glass containing a tiny amount of red liquid.
"I must sip the blood of the final mother. Though God tells us to not consume the life of any animal; a mother's blood is held within her children. By consuming this life as the Chosen Holy, I wash these children of their mother's filth and sins, so that they may live clean lives, beautiful in the eyes of the lord." He tilts back his head as the blood spills from the cup into his mouth. The sound of the glass hitting the altar echoed around the room.
"Eleanor. Final born and now clean," the baby began to fuss as the decider set her down in her carriage.
"You are all dismissed." Dr. Cook rose with the rest of the staff and quickly threw on his long black coat and matching black hat, pushing as fast as he could through the crowd. Others talked about their workdays and a gaggle of nurses gathered in the hallway to gossip about the woman who had been shot earlier. The doctor had little use for conversation with any of his colleagues and only wished to make it to his car with as little interaction with them as possible.
When he finally made it through the big glass doors he took a deep breath of the crisp winter evening air. It was nearly silent outside except for distant winter music playing somewhere. Slinging the strap of his old brown leather briefcase over his shoulder, he tucked his bony hands into the pockets of his coat and trudged through the icy parking lot.
He didn't think about his job when he wasn't at work. There was no point. The distraught faces of all the women he'd killed only haunted him when he entered the birthing center. Outside, he may as well have not been a doctor at all.
Instead, on the way to his car, he thought of desserts. Sweet white frosted cakes topped with berries and pastries sitting in the display window of a bakery as their sugary crusts attracted fat black flies. Candies in wrappers waiting to be undressed and devoured. All beckoning him to come and eat them.
Dr. Cook was old. Old enough to remember when their sweetness was more than just a daydream. When bakeries were found on corners and the bright colors of candy shop storefronts called his name as he walked home from school. He had a sweet tooth that had been starved for decades after the prophecy was given in 2030 (BP). Everything must be clean, including your teeth. A specialized diet that prioritized dental health and nutrition was enforced by the new Public Health Division of the police. They prohibited the consumption of sugar in any capacity.
Candy stores were closed down, their buildings converted into dental offices, health supplement suppliers, and cleaning supplies stores. Bakeries stopped selling cakes and pastries. All sweet treats were pulled off shelves at supermarkets and replaced with silvery grey packaged 'snacks' that required a special coin to buy. SnackCoins were given to everyone in limited amounts every year to prevent people from gorging on unhealthy foods. Dr. Cook had tried the foods once, spending all five of his SnackCoins in one day. He wasn't impressed. The 'gumdrops' they advertised were white and chalky squares that had barely tasted like anything. Potato chips had minute amounts of salt for seasoning and lacked the greasy flavor that made them enjoyable.
The coins from the past twenty or so years sat in a jar in the cup holder of his car.
He clicked the unlock button on the remote to his black SUV as he approached it. When he opened the door and the lights turned on he felt somewhat at ease. Sitting in the driver's seat he removed his hat, exposing his shiny bald head. He turned the key in the ignition and put on the heat and the radio.
Music was one of the only things that didn't change. Sure only government regulated music was allowed, but the emotion that could come from a song was still the same. The trick was to ignore the lyrics. They were filled with propagandist bullshit. But if you just listened to the music itself, even if just for a moment, you could feel alive.
The doctor drives home slowly.
The city was brightly lit but the streets were dead. Police lined sidewalks and eyed every driver suspiciously at red lights. Dr. Cook makes sure to follow all the rules of the road. One tiny slip up and his quiet evening could end in hours of questioning by dissent investigators. DIs were mostly young men, the first generation of children born under the New Holy Government. They were easy to spot on the street, walking tall, nearly straining their skinny necks like baby birds in a nest. The ones that weren't undercover wore all black and carried a long gun strapped across their chests. The oldest were no more than twenty-five and the youngest could be fifteen or sixteen. They thought they were better than everyone else and wanted the whole world to know it. If they were on day patrol they'd trip pedestrians or stand in front of them and block their path as they tried to get past. On weekends when house nurses would put in the week's order of groceries, the DI boys would catcall and grope them. If the women tried to push away, some of the meanest would beat them to the ground. This was legal. Applauded even. Strong men keep women in their places.
At the last red light before his apartment, the doctor made eye contact with a short, baby faced DI standing between two much taller regular cops. The boy furrowed his brows and gripped his gun tighter. The doctor playfully stuck his tongue out at him and drove away when the light turned green, chuckling to himself as he heard the kid yell behind him.
He drove a bit farther and stopped at the entrance to his apartment building's parking garage. He leaned out of the window and allowed the blue post in front of the door to scan his face. "Good evening, Dr. Cook," the automated feminine voice said.
"Evenin'" Dr. Cook grumbled as the garage door slid open. He drove to his parking spot and shut off the car, rubbing his temples and groaning quietly as a headache began to set in.
Peeling himself out of the seat and locking the car, he carried his belongings to the elevator. The garage smelled wet and like gasoline. A distant buzz echoed throughout it. The doctor hated being underground and wondered why the parking garage had to be below the earth.
He quickly called the elevator and couldn't help but rock back and forth on his heels as he waited, an eerie sense of urgency consuming him.
The sleek black elevator door slid open and the doctor rushed in. He didn't appreciate the fact that his face reflected back to him in the door and looked down instead at his feet. Shiny brown dress shoes with boring trim and black soles. White socks underneath. Uninteresting.
The doors opened on the fifth floor with a ding and he turned right, walking three doors down to his apartment.
When he opened the door he was surprised by how clean it was. He waited until he shut it to speak.
"Sarah?" He called quietly into the large apartment. The living room looked untouched. The big white couch sat with stiff leather in front of the large Tv and unlit fireplace. The kitchen was free of any sign of cooking and the fridge was just as he left it. He began to worry.
"Sarah?" He said a little louder. He rushed up the tall winding stairs and knocked on every door. "Sarah if you're hiding from me it isn't funny!" He shouted angrily.
"Papa?" The girl's small voice peeped from a bedroom. He hurried towards it and opened the door, falling on his knees to the ground and opening the closet. Moving a panel from the wall, he revealed the five-year-old who hugged her knees to her chest. He pulled her out and held the girl to his chest.
"Papa I'm sorry, I heard them coming for me so I hid in our hiding place," she cried.
The doctor patted her back. "It's ok honey, you did the right thing." He said, looking off worriedly at the rest of the room.
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2022.01.20 01:05 code_hunter_cc Google Maps API v3: How to remove all markers?

In Google Maps API v2, if I wanted to remove all the map markers, I could simply do:
map.clearOverlays(); How do I do this in Google Maps API v3?
Looking at the Reference API, it's unclear to me.
Answer link : https://codehunter.cc/a/javascript/google-maps-api-v3-how-to-remove-all-markers
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Looking for Haganai vol 17 and 18.
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