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   Tourmaline--blue-hued amplifier of defeating paranoia.  Buck had been around for a protracted period of existence; hence, knew Miriam's reptilian or spook-crafted implant, possibly a synergy of the iniquitous twosome, kissing each others' asswipe--whatever, it could be so microscopic that only an obsessive surgeon could remove it.  Maybe old Doctor Luke was involved.  A secret eye on his daughter--the beholder of Sleep Paralysis, a medical, bullshit name for what tortured torment really is.
   Buck wanted to hold the Tourmaline next to Miriam's bald spot behind her ear--disrupt the connection.  With his monk-like telepathy perfected by his werewolf nature, Buck could hear the Call of the Wild in Miriam; still, it was his duty to shield her from ignoble aspects that slithered save in Saint Patrick's resonating region.
   He came back to the junkyard, goosing with non-gallantry, quite rudely really, the rebuilt Boss 302 he was restoring, feeling the torque out of the hole, that V-8 force which promotes rotation, spinning his tires like at "The Gumball Rally" scene with the Cobra in the sewer, next to that Italian-constructed piece of shit, well, it was nice, but having owned a Muscle Car junkyard, Buck was a bit picky concerning his hot rods with damning dexterity to bolt from the hole.
   Arriving--he fought off three reptilians harassing Miriam's sleep patterns, collecting data from a neophyte, but for what?  He was full shifted, fanged and clawed, but these were fallen angels, and he sustained many a wound, yet Miriam had the powerful potency to endure, invoking her own Arch-Angelity to defend her, for a moment, thinking:  "I really don't need Buck."  Next, noticing his bloody paws and ooze-smeared fangs dripping from the gore-fought battle.  Yup, she loved and adored him totally.  Needed his gel too--for he would be the united mate of her life.  An everlasting longevity of lovesome.  

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Miriam was not monstrously masquerading with sanctimonious, self-deprecating sublimity;
Specifically, honored her own bizarre, social anonymity--
She was the most uncommon bearded-like girl freak--the Real Deal,
Having a virgin's first romantic love; indeed, it felt so religiously real;
Moreover, if pierced by True Love and not the iniquitous itch of simplistic carnal cravings,
It will initially hurt, even from garden-variety junk--mostly from a boy basing it on merely taking;
Furthermore, an encompassing membrane--a hymen's break, even after years of equestrian training--
The pain, if not natural sublimity, leads to a more anguished, soul-centered frustration;
Regardless, the best truth resides in an altruistic alliance ground-rooted in archaic American Free--
A choice made, unhinged, to hold eternal the fated pommel that is your Joan of Arc destiny.
And while a choice to be NORMAL, in a sense, was most frequently entering her probed mind,
Within it, she didn't find Buck's telepathy on her pornographic hind.  

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   Of course, goodish physician Luke knew Seattle was a harbor of safety, a city of rings and bling in the State of Washington, such as the lesser but passionate cities:  Spokane, Tacoma, Everett; also, a plethora more . . .
   Moreover, Luke was aware of Seattle's MLB Team, the Mariners, that Ken Griffey Jr. played for them.  MARINER:  "One who navigates or assists in navigating a ship.  A sailor.  A serious grappling (boarding) hook ass-kicker.  A white-hat.  Shipwreck from G.I. Joe in the 1980's cartoon and action figure literature.  When hand-to-hand fighting (Anthropological Combat) was the order of the fish oil-smelling day.  Like up in Thule, Greenland."
  And Shipwreck was Latino.  Never have a heated, hot pepper-kinda conversation with a Latino woman.  They can use a blade.  Can intimidate fiercely with the Butterfly Knife; specifically, they can carve ice figurines with a sharp edge, and perform mercurial circumcision, which is a sublime and sanctifying thing.  For so was the Christ Child under the promise of removal before crucifixion.    

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   The fine, goodish Doctor Luke had settled.  Now an official citizen of Canada--it was all fabricated by underground attorneys and spooks; still, he was anchored safely in the Great White North.
   In the Calgary Region.  Of all the Provinces and territories of Canada, Luke had planned on Saskatchewan, but he made a left turn and ended up in Alberta.  Saskatchewan sounded like on your ass-neck is smeared and creamy coyote scat; regardless, it kinda/sorta reminded him of that, but the coyote kill must be lower by the government in Canada than the United States.  It felt humane--more so.  And the women were deliciously hot, melting away the Popsicle, if a bag of ice didn't do it at the Emergency Room for a patient waaaay beyond his Viagra level.
   And he was glad to not be in movie-making British Columbia.  Besides not wanting to be close to Seattle.  Legal State, but he was not a Russell Wilson fan, though the dude reminded of Roger the Dodger from the famous, hard-hitting 1970's in the NFL.  Around that time, not even Buford T. Justice could escape Bradshaw and "Mean Joe" Greene in a Burt Reynold's film, and Justice was allowed to cross State Lines cause he was in "Hot Pursuit" of that Damn Bandit, and to punch Junior's Mamma in the mouth when he got home--it would be condemned, and is, nowadays--the United States, but forgetting the two sides to every web weaved.  
   Anyway, Luke would make contact. telepathically, with Buck's magnetic, cerebral skills.  And soon--his daughter and the Catholic Monk Werewolf would be his to control, lovingly possibly.  

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    Buck was getting near, very close, to the topic of the real big blocks, like:  "1969 Plymouth Barracuda with the odd 360 V-8 might take 1970 Mustang powered by the might of 8 cylinders, having a 351 Cleveland block; nevertheless, I prefer the Boss 302 we're restoring.  Out of the swift pocket--I say faster."
   "And what is the point to be my pedagogue on this--for the love of any number of angels that can superposition and shift their size to stand on any type of Grandmother's pin--this is not about your Dream for Big Block Highway is it?"  Miriam a bit bored, possibly jealous with Buck's admiration for the V-8 motor.
   Buck retorted:  "Little pretty flower--we're going to Canada to stay with your Dad.  I made telepathic contact with his whereabouts--like a smartphone."
   "You're not a smartphone; you're a werewolf with a religion forged from ancient times."
   Buck looked at Miriam with the male aspect of a man in a loving relationship, informing his quasi-woman boldly:  "Get your mind on your father's survival, and our gregarious gel with him, or I'm gonna start calling you kid.  A little lady Luke Skywalker."
   Miriam got the gist of it, was a bit back away from her heart and now into her common sense head, noticing a glee to see Dad, hoping the good doctor was doing dandy, and really, really, alive.   

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Miriam, waaaay milky, or feeling a fluid-like ache to create so,
Desiring to lactate for her creamy love to display and show--
Like Patty Duke--heavily on Anti-Psychotics;
Moreover, Miriam might have a dubious doppelganger that was nightmarish or neurotic.
We all possibly do, if the infinite number of possibilities in a theoretical Multiverse exist.
And Percy Shelley met his unlucky twin, dying later on a boat--maybe from atheism pissed?
Or is it mere lore, fables gone lame with the victory of an Industrial Revolution win?
Regardless, even a Holy Saint can be phobic and fall to sin;
Anyway, Miriam zealously vowed  to hang steady and true with magical Buck,
The Catholic Werewolf with a bit of Eastern Orthodox luck--
That luck, luck, luck--that Irish Mysticism Divine--
Like Canada's new fortune, unlike in America, getting arrested and paying probation for a dime.
And Miriam was still on her American Western Medicine too,
Saying her prayers compulsively, and dodging with spiritual agility that melancholy--jazzy hue.  

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   Luke, doing the old but debonair Timothy Dalton, as if in a pulse-pounding thriller concerning assassination on his growing embryo life-giver, due to the sublime style of religious wedlock; anyway, Luke was now forged from kinda/sorta imitating 007, serpent-slithering his way beyond the patrol of the Canadian Border, making it into the Great White North, Alberta Region, a bit southwards from major cities; nevertheless, getting, from an underground contact, polished computer input; plus, official-feeling paper documents, which would birth him a new, secret identity.
   Now all he had to do was gallantly protect Miriam by way of blending into the the frigid atmosphere, denying harassment by monster-haunting misfits. 
   No tail to chase or nail, but it would be no problem--Luke was a bit naturally frigid, enough to manipulate and control a libido with his cerebral powers, one day to bring Miriam and Buck to this new, quasi-arctic habitat.  A promise he had made to the Mother and Queen of Angels.  Having invoked Her many a time, honoring with the need of Her prayers:  "Mother, I will guard and shield sweet Miriam with all the graces given to me."  Just as if he had descended from the Templar Knights, and their mystical fascination with the Black Madonna.