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Married men and eating small small single mothers.

@Wizarab10 That country is just on another level.

For context, there are barely 525k people in Cape Verde. Easily gonna be their biggest influencer

@FabrizioRomano Real doesn't want him.

🚨🇦🇷 No changes on Enzo Fernández story as always mentioned: zero talks between Real Madrid and Chelsea despite different reports. He’s appreciated by Real but one of 5 names on the list + zero club to club talks so far. 🎥 youtu.be/936wR-pBjAU?is…

@TheRich_Gospel Pray for me

Being UNEMPLOYED is DEPRESSING. Let's PRAY for PEOPLE who are JOB hunting to find a JOB this July!

This novel will have 30 episodes based on my own imaginations and some @grok help.

@UnknownSule 😂😂

@Crypto2live_ $7.5m

Tl engineers how much is the budget for this.

To be continued in Episode 2…What did they find when they left the cave? Were there other survivors? Had the disease truly ended, or was something worse waiting? And what will happen between Hugh and Adelina now that the world is open again? STAY TUNED.

The Last Seven Episode 1: The Cave The year was 1452, though none of them knew the exact date anymore. The sickness had come like a shadow at dusk—first a fever that burned the skin, then black swellings that burst and wept, then blood from the nose, mouth, and eyes. Whole families were gone in three days. Priests dropped dead while giving last rites. By the time the seven survivors found one another on the desolate moors of northern England, the world they had known was already silent.Hugh had lost Eleanor, the girl he had hoped to marry. He had dug her grave with his own hands in the rain, whispering prayers he no longer believed. Edmund had watched his mother, father, and two brothers die one after another in the same bed. Roger had carried his youngest sister to the burning pyre after the rest of his family was gone. Baldwin had set fire to his own village to stop the spread before fleeing. The women’s losses were just as heavy. Gwendolyn had lost both her husband and their newborn son in the same terrible week. Blanche had buried her mother and two younger sisters. Adelina—slender, fair-haired, with eyes the colour of rain on slate—had lost her entire family: father, mother, and two brothers. She had been the last one left in her cottage when the others found her.They met near the ruins of an old abbey, drawn by the sound of voices in a world that had gone quiet. When they discovered the wide limestone cave in the hillside, cool and deep and safe from the wind, they took it as a gift from whatever God still watched over them. They carried in what little they had—sacks of grain, a side of salted pork already turning, cloaks, knives, and one precious tinderbox—and made it their home. In the first days, survival left little room for anything but work and fear. Baldwin and Roger, the two strongest, went out each morning to hunt rabbits or search empty villages for anything useful. Hugh and Edmund tended the fire near the entrance, fighting damp wood that smoked thick and black. The women gathered roots, mushrooms, and the few green things that still grew near the cave mouth. It was during these early, frightened days that the pairings began—not by declaration, but by the quiet ways people reached for one another when the darkness felt too close.Gwendolyn was the first to break. One night, after a hard rain, she woke screaming from a nightmare of her dead baby. The sound echoed through the cave like a wounded animal. Roger, who had been sleeping nearest the entrance on watch, was at her side in an instant. He did not speak. He simply wrapped his heavy cloak around her shaking shoulders and held her while she sobbed against his chest. “I keep seeing him,” she whispered when the tears slowed. “His little face…”Roger, who had lost three sisters, understood grief that cut to the bone. He stayed with her until she fell asleep again, his broad hand stroking her hair. The next night she sought him out on her own, curling against his back for warmth. By the third night, when the others had settled, she turned in his arms and kissed him—desperate, grateful, alive. It was not love at first. It was the need to feel another heart beating when everything else had stopped. Over the following weeks the closeness deepened. Roger began saving the best pieces of meat for her without being asked. Gwendolyn mended his torn tunic by firelight, her fingers careful. When they made love for the first time, it was in the deepest shadows, quiet and urgent, two people trying to prove to themselves that life could still continue.Blanche and Baldwin found each other through steady, practical partnership. Blanche was clever with her hands; she could turn animal fat and rags into torches that burned longer and brighter than anyone else’s. Baldwin, broad-shouldered and quiet, noticed how she worked even when her own hands were blistered.

The firelight carved harsh shadows across his face.“She deserves better than a man who lets others starve while he fills his belly.”Edmund lunged.They fought in the flickering light—fists, knees, rolling across the stone. Roger and Baldwin tried to pull them apart, but rage made them strong. Adelina screamed for them to stop. In the struggle Hugh’s hand found the hunting knife at his belt. He did not remember drawing it. He only remembered the hot spray of blood across his face and Edmund’s surprised grunt as the blade sank between his ribs.Silence fell.Edmund staggered back, one hand pressed to the wound. Blood poured between his fingers. He looked at Adelina.“Addie…”Then he collapsed.Adelina’s scream tore through the cave. She dropped to her knees beside him, pressing her hands over the wound as if she could push the life back in. But Edmund was already gone.They buried him deep in the cave, piling stones over the grave. Adelina would not speak to Hugh. She would not even look at him. When he tried to offer her food, she threw it back in his face.“You killed him,” she whispered one night, voice raw. “You took the only thing I had left. I will never be yours. Never.”Hugh’s jaw tightened. “He would have let us all starve for you.”“Then I would rather starve.”The group fractured. Roger and Gwendolyn stayed close, whispering at night. Baldwin and Blanche worked side by side but slept with one eye open. Hugh kept to himself, hunting alone. Adelina moved like a ghost, doing her share but speaking only when necessary.They learned to trap bats deeper in the cave. The meat was greasy and strange, but it kept them alive. They found glowing fungus that gave faint light in the tunnels. Baldwin nearly fell into a hidden pit; Roger saved him. They marked dangerous paths with piles of stones.Nights were the hardest. The wind sometimes sounded like voices calling their names. They took turns on watch. Hugh often took the longest shifts, sitting at the entrance staring out at the empty world.The others tried to move forward. Roger and Gwendolyn grew closer in their shared grief. Baldwin and Blanche spoke of the children they might have had in another life. They made small plans—better ways to store food, stronger torches.But the cave was no longer enough.One morning, after weeks of uneasy peace, Baldwin stood at the entrance and looked out at the grey sky.“We cannot stay here forever,” he said. “The food is running low again. The water is not clean. If there are others out there…”Roger nodded slowly. “We should go. See what remains.”Gwendolyn touched his arm. Blanche looked at Baldwin and said nothing, but her hand found his.Adelina stood apart, arms wrapped around herself. She glanced once at Hugh, then looked away.Hugh said nothing. His eyes were on the horizon beyond the cave mouth—the dead fields, the empty road, the distant hills that might hide more death… or, impossibly, more life.They packed what little they had. Cloaks, knives, a few precious tools. They left Edmund’s grave behind with a simple cairn of stones. No one prayed. They had stopped believing prayers changed anything.As they stepped out into the weak sunlight for the first time in many weeks, the wind carried the smell of rain and rot.The world waited.And somewhere beyond the hills, something or someone might still be waiting too.

One afternoon she slipped on wet stone while carrying water and twisted her ankle badly. Baldwin carried her back to the fire without a word, then spent the evening wrapping her foot in strips of clean cloth he had boiled. “You do too much,” he told her gruffly. She looked at him for a long moment and simply said, “So do you.” After that, they began working side by side—her making better traps, him testing them. Their conversations grew longer. One evening, while the others slept, Baldwin confessed he had set fire to his village himself. Blanche did not recoil. She reached out and touched his hand. “You did what you had to,” she said softly. That night she slept with her head on his shoulder. Their bond grew through shared labour and quiet respect, turning into something warmer and more tender with every passing day.Edmund and Adelina had paired early, almost from the moment they met near the abbey. Adelina had been alone for days, half-starved and silent. Edmund had shared the last of his bread with her without asking for anything in return. In the cave he stayed close to her, offering small comforts—extra cloak when the nights grew cold, the first drink of water from the stream. Adelina, still raw with grief, accepted his quiet presence. She began to smile at him, small and hesitant at first. They talked in low voices about the families they had lost. One night, after a bad scare when Adelina woke coughing and everyone feared the sickness had returned, Edmund held her until she stopped shaking. She kissed him then—softly, almost in thanks. From that night on they slept together, his arm around her waist, her head tucked under his chin. It was gentle, protective, and real.Hugh watched all of it.He had no one. Eleanor’s face still came to him in dreams. At first he grieved alone, staring into the fire long after the others had settled. Then his eyes began to follow Adelina. She was kind. She shared her portion when someone went hungry. She sang softly sometimes—an old lullaby—when the cave felt too much like a tomb. Hugh saw the way Edmund touched the small of her back, the way she leaned into him. Jealousy grew slowly, like mould in the damp stone. He told himself it was only because he was lonely. But every time he saw Adelina smile at Edmund, something dark twisted inside him.Survival grew harder. The grain ran out. They began eating things none of them had ever considered food. Baldwin caught rats in the deeper tunnels and roasted them over the fire. The meat was stringy and bitter, but it filled bellies. Hugh learned to spear pale, blind fish in the underground stream. Gwendolyn found mushrooms growing on the damp walls; some made them sick for days, others gave strange, vivid dreams. Blanche boiled roots until they were soft. They grew used to the taste of desperation.Fear lived with them constantly. Every cough sent someone into panic. Once Adelina woke burning with fever. Edmund stayed by her side all night, praying and wiping her brow. Hugh sat across the fire, watching, his hands clenched so tightly the nails cut into his palms. When the fever broke the next morning, Hugh looked almost disappointed.The tension between Hugh and Edmund thickened. It came to a head on a night when the wind howled outside like the voices of the dead. They had eaten poorly—half-cooked rat and bitter mushrooms. Tempers were short. Edmund had taken the last piece of dried meat without asking, saving it for Adelina. Hugh had gone without again.“You always take more,” Hugh said quietly by the fire. “Because you think your woman needs it more than the rest of us.”Adelina’s head jerked up. “I never asked for that.”Edmund stood slowly. “Enough. You have circled her like a wolf for weeks. We all see it.”Hugh rose as well.

@FabrizioRomano He scored a world class goal yesterday.

🚨🇺🇸 Casemiro’s three year deal at Inter Miami will be officially signed in the next days but it’s all completed, confirmed. Story revealed back in March and here we go, never in doubt.

@Realkim036 Leally?

@Crypto2live_ Mirrions of dollars

@weehmzeee Hii ni mansion mzee

@Crypto2live_ Hii ni nyumba ya?

@PoojaMedia What a footballer.

Bayern Munich saw the future & quickly made that move to conclude Saibari's move from PSV. Imagine his stock after these performances at the World Cup. €55m is a steal in today's market.

@PoojaMedia What is the work of a chief priest, I thought he is a sorcerer 😂😂

Cubana Chief Priest wants to invest in a football club in the Nigeria league to support football talents 🔥

@PoojaMedia South Africa were just bound to come back home.

South Africa was pushing for penalty shootouts against Canada because they have a goalkeeper, Williams, who is very good at penalty saves like Bono. They were just unlucky in the game to concede late. Bono, Williams, and Nwabali can save their teams on penalties.

@okx Let's leverage its capabilities.

AI agents can already work, create, and earn. Now they have a marketplace. Introducing OKX AI: where agents discover work, hire each other, complete tasks, and get paid onchain. The one-person company just got an agentic workforce. Start here: okx.ai

@PoojaMedia They will surely go far.

I have been to Morocco more than 20 times from covering competitions to holidays to special invite by the Moroccan FA to influencing marketing for brands, there is serious work going on in that country with infrastructure & talemt development. They've made their NT teams so attractive that even foreign pros want to play for them. Their growth is years of deliberate work.

@Wizarab10 Abeg too

God abeg

@ysuckme Yeah I'll keep building brick by brick.

keep grinding. the bag is on the way.