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The correct phrase usage is 'a hundred times.' One does not say 'hundreds times' for the same reason one does not say 'twenties times' or 'dozens times.' 'I've done this a hundred times.' - indicates an action that has literally, or approximately, been done one hundred times. 'I've done this hundreds of times.' - Mainly used as a hyperbole. Dive into abstract atmospheric world where your every move is recorded. Destroy your inner demons while your past selves try to stop you, but hurry up you only have 30 seconds. One Hundred Times Me is a game where you are your own greatest enemy.
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I'm in a happy, healthy, loving relationship, but a few months ago, I met someone who wanted to kill me over that.Her name was Fae, she was a tall, well built woman whom I will admit was somewhat beautiful. Her skin was very pale, and she had silver blond hair to match it. She also had green gold eyes, and talked with a funny accent that I could never quite pin down, drawing out the s's in her words for seemingly no apparent reason.How did I meet this woman? On a plane ride from London to Toronto. I sat directly next to her, and we almost immediately hit it off.
We talked for a decent amount of the flight, what movies and TV shows we liked, where I came from, what work we do. It was essentially a simple, and light conversation. When I mentioned that I was in a committed relationship, she appeared to become somewhat angry with me. Mind you, not outright anger, but she wasn't able to hid the mild hints of her annoyance.At first, I didn't think much of it, I'm not a particularly attractive person in any sense. I assumed that maybe I had struck a nerve with her, maybe she had just gone through a tough breakup or something.
After that, we stopped talking as much, and I leaned up against the wall of the plane, and started out the window. I put some headphones on, kicked on some nice music, and began to drift away towards sleep.Right on the edge of unconsciousness, I felt a pressure apply to my left arm, and I opened my eyes to see Fae grabbing my forearm with her hand, and starting to lean her head against my shoulder. While this made me supremely uncomfortable, against my better judgement I let her fall asleep there. I told myself that flying is tough on some people, and that it would be better to just flat her rest then make things awkward.Things stayed like this until we landed, unloaded our bags, and got off the airplane. Going through the rest of the airport bullshit, I eventually got the rest of my luggage, and went out of the terminal, and called my girlfriend to come and pick me up. As I was waiting, I saw Fae exit the terminal as well. She looked at me, smiled and waved, and then went off somewhere to get a taxicab or something.It was about four in the afternoon, so we decided to pick up dinner and head back to our hotel so that I could rest for a bit.
Driving there was nice, it was the first time in a few weeks that I had gotten to see her, and we talked a bit. Getting back to the hotel, I went and laid down in bed, while my girlfriend went to go take a shower.Then I heard a knocking on the door. Assuming it was housekeeping or something, I got up, quickly put some clothes on, and headed to the door, where the knocking was still persisting. Instead of looking through the peephole like a smart person, I simply just opened the door, expecting there to be some man or woman there with a cleaning cart.Instead, I was greeted with Fae, standing in the door way, wearing a floral red and white shirt, with black Jean's. She had a bottle of wine in one hand, while her other quickly moved in and gripped the frame of the door.
Her face was in a crooked smile, and she greeted me with a 'Hello sexy'.A bit stunned, I stepped back for a moment to try to gather myself. She used this as her chance to completely enter the room, and shut the door behind her.In pure confusion and bewilderment, I asked her why she was here, and what was going on. I can't remember exactly what she said, but essentially it was a deep confession of love, telling me that we were soulmates, and always meant to be together.
My girlfriend came out of the bathroom at that point, wearing a complimentary hotel robe, and immediately asked what the hell was going on here. At this point, I was sitting on the bed with my hands over my face, trying desperately to make sense of what was happening.Looking up from my hands, my head turned to Alice, my girlfriend, as I attempted to explain to her what was happening. Before I could even gather my words however, Fae strutted over to her, and told her that she was going to 'take me off her hands', and something to the degree of 'don't mess with destiny'. Alice, in a mix of shock and confusion, was able to somewhat command her to leave the room.Fae, taken aback by receiving resistance to her demands, became visibly angry, and turned to leave the room. Heading towards the door, and opening it, she looked back at me, and uttered a familiar sounding phrase, saying 'One hundred times before, one hundred times more', and slammed the door behind her.After that incident, I explained to Alice who she was, and how I knew her. I could tell however, that Alice had somewhat of a tough time believing me, considering the events that had just transpired. However, eventually, she did admit that she would doesn't think I would ever cheat on her, so I guess that's a small win.We both went to sleep soon after that, I held her in my embrace as I heard it begin to rain outside.
Neither of us slept that night, I could tell, what had happened was just too unnerving.This was a few months ago, and not much happened after that. We just wrote it off as some zonked out woman who followed me back to the hotel from the airport. A few weeks ago, I saw her again at our local shopping mall, recognizing me, she ran up quickly, and grabbed me in an uncomfortably tight hug.Mind you, I don't live in Toronto, I live near Pittsburgh, so the fact that she was at my local shopping center makes zero sense.She spoke quickly, and frantically, telling me that she knew I'd find her, and that I would leave that stupid skank, and that we would be 'together again'.I lightly pushed her off of me, and started to move away from her. She began to follow me however, screaming nonsense that I eventually drowned out, as I walked through the mall. It drew the attention of almost everyone there, and eventually security came out, and asked me what the problem was.To which I simply explained that the woman was disgruntled with me for an unknown reason, and she was chasing me through the mall. By the end of it, we were both told to either be quiet, or leave.
Either way, I was leaving now. Luckily the security guards prevented her from outright following me straight to the parking lot.Getting to my car, I found a letter attached to the windshield, with my name addressed to it.
I grabbed it, got into my car, and sat down. Against my better judgment, I opened it, and read.I've never really read something a crazy person had written, but it was plain to see that there was obviously something wrong with the author. It had made some wild claims that she had always loved me, and that we need to be together, because we are meant to be together, and that if won't become her soulmate '.like you have many times before.' , and if I didn't hold up '.my previous promises to her.' Then I would suffer terribly. She ended with, 'I don't want to have to make you start over again.' , how charming.Ever since then, I've been sick.
I don't know if this had anything to do with it, but every day since then, I've gotten progressively worse. I haven't gone to the doctor yet, because money, I am fearing I will have to soon however, if this trend continues.
I vomit nearly every day now, and its becoming somewhat difficult for me to keep down food. I also have this terrible sinking feeling in my chest, and my disposition on everything has just worsened.Either way, I hope I never see this woman again, I contacted the police shortly after, and was basically told that unless I was physically harmed by her, there's nothing that they can do. Alice isn't very happy about this situation either, and I can tell she's getting tired of taking care of my sick ass constantly. We are both kinds scared of this too, and it's really starting to strain our relationship.We'll pull through, we always do, I just don't really know what to do now. She's saying you're her twin flame and have spent a hundred lifetimes together and will a hundred more. Either that, or she's spent a hundred lifetimes trying to make one with you. Whichever's the case, she's obsessed and likely immortal.
Magical, to say the least, considering she's bringing on your death prematurely so that she can pass Go and collect you in the next life.If you see her again, don't run. Instead, take her aside and tell her if she ever loved you she will explain just exactly wtf is going on.
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Normally I wouldn't advise someone to pander to a seemingly delusional person, but you need a lot of fucking answers and, I'm afraid, not much time.
Yitzchak sowed crops in that land which was not as fertile as the main part of the Land of Israel, and he found even in that year which was a bad one for crops, that the land yielded a hundred times more than average—and G‑d blessed him.- Breshis 26:12 Classic QuestionsHow did they know that the land yielded a hundred times more than average? 12)Rashi: They had estimated how much the land was fit to produce, and it produced one hundred measures for each measure that they had estimated.
Our Rabbis said that the purpose of this estimate was for separating ma'aser (tithes).Midrash: There is a principle that G‑d's blessing does not rest on something which is weighed, measured or counted. However, in the case of measuring for a mitzvah, this principle does not apply. Therefore, Yitzchak measured the field for the purposes of tithing.Gur Aryeh: We see from the Midrash that Rashi's two comments are one single explanation: Yitzchak measured the field specifically for a mitzvah, and therefore he received G‑d's blessings. The Rebbe's TeachingsYitzchak's Hundred-Fold Blessing (v. 12)After explaining that Yitzchak compared the yield of his land with that year's expected yield, Rashi continues with the explanation of 'our rabbis' that 'the purpose of this estimate was for separating ma'aser.'
This raises the question: What is lacking with Rashi's first explanation that led him to bring the interpretation of the rabbis?Gur Aryeh, following the Midrash, explains that Rashi was troubled as to why Yitzchak would measure his field knowing that 'G‑d's blessing does not rest on something which is weighed, measured or counted.' However, at the literal level of Torah interpretation, there is no indication that this was Yitzchak's concern. Therefore, it is difficult to accept that this was Rashi's problem.So what forced Rashi to conclude that Yitzchak measured the field for the purposes of separating ma'aser, and not simply because he wanted to estimate its approximate yield at the time of purchase, to see if he was being charged the correct price?The ExplanationA key distinction between Rashi's two explanations concerns the time at which the estimate was made. According to Rashi's first interpretation—that Yitzchak measured the field to estimate how much it would yield—he obviously measured it before the crops had grown, presumably when purchasing the field, to assess its value.
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