Partially inspired by the interactions in (How To) Forgive and Forget by legal_kidnapping (https://archiveofourown.org/works/30363315/chapters/74852280) Izuku slides down the wall, eyes still focused on the angry slant of Katsuki’s eyes. Unable to move, he lets out a strangled whimper. Katsuki continues to struggle in his cuffs, behind bars. Before he can start screaming, Izuku lets out his own scream before it cuts off, choked up and suffocating. Tomura runs down, meeting the sight of Izuku clawing at his shoulder, staring sightlessly at a now silent Katsuki. He eats quietly and when Kurogiri arrives he points at the food, then Tomura, then Dabi, then Toga, who is followed by Twice. Keatsian Ode: ABABCDECDE used in Keats' Ode on Indolence, Ode on a Grecian Urn, and Ode to a Nightingale. So my question is, which regex can I use to remove every line which does not end with cmp_delta.xml.gz?

Warning: This story contains some parts that are not suitable for young readers. Please read at your own risk. He gets started on breakfast. It’s mostly eggs with furikake or rice mixed in with some other things. He takes his time and it’s comfortable, easier. The world feels more manageable in the kitchen, with a quiet rhythm as he works. By the end of the two hours, he finds he’s made plenty for everyone residing at the bar. In one form or another this problem comes up again. The problem of language is subtler and would take too long to discuss. I will only say that of late years I have tried to write less picturesquely and more exactly. In any case I find that by the time you have perfected any style of writing, you have always outgrown it. Animal Farm was the first book in which I tried, with full consciousness of what I was doing, to fuse political purpose and artistic purpose into one whole. I have not written a novel for seven years, but I hope to write another fairly soon. It is bound to be a failure, every book is a failure, but I do know with some clarity what kind of book I want to write. The edge-of-your-seat thriller you've been looking for this summer ... Lydia has been creating her AI, Henry, for years - since before her little brother died in the accident that haunts her nightmares; since before her dad walked out, leaving her and Mum painfully alone; since before her best friend turned into her worst enemy. Now, Henry is strong, clever, loving and scarily capable: Lydia's built herself the perfect boyfriend in a hard-drive filled with lines of code. But what is Henry really - and how far is he willing to go to be everything Lydia desires? The League likes Izuku. He’s warm and gentle, kind in a way that should feel out of place in their home. He isn’t though, because he’s been hurt the same way as the rest of them, left to fend for himself.Because Izuku was quirkless, they hadn’t expected needing more than handcuffing him to the chair for the interrogation. The detective leaves, and Izuku wonders if there are still people watching from the other side of the one-way glass. These days all they seem to do is hatehatehate the whole world— all its people and especially the heroes— for failing Izuku. Tomura watches him carefully and nods to himself. Izuku isn’t broken— he just isn’t whole anymore. Not all there. If he was broken there would be pieces. Not this empty space. Edwards, Paul, 2009, How to Rap: The Art & Science of the Hip-Hop MC, Chicago Review Press, p. 102–103.

Why’d they keep you around?” Tsukauchi asks, wondering what they could want with a quirkless teengaer.The scoring system was simple. Each service would earn a score out of ten based on how it performed in four categories. These categories, each worth 2.5 points, can be found below: Izuku has already made peace with this. He does not think he was made to live long. He’s always just been a footnote in their story.

For all the division in the modern world, a simple fact remains indisputable: not all Tube lines were created equal. The Central pips the Circle, but what price are you willing to pay for your mental health? The aforementioned depression line is a pipeline of despair. I’m not sure what makes it quite so miserable. Perhaps it’s the dark glass, dirty seats, or the air of half-hearted melancholy that makes the anger caused by other Tube lines desirable? Likely all of the above. Despite Sr. Central’s lowly position on the list, it scores relatively well on speed and practicality. Even on personality, its air is so uniquely miserable that it offers something different. You don’t want to be there, and the ambience ensures the Central Line finishes where it does. 12. Waterloo & City Line – 5.2/10Yeah. Yeah, you were amazing,” Tomura whispers it like a prayer, forehead lowering to meet Izuku’s. The battlefield is silent, the kind of quiet that echoes in the vacuum of space. Deafening but emptying as people stare on, watching Tomura cradle the body of a broken boy to his chest. He shushes Izuku, telling him to save his energy even though he knows it's futile. Body too limp, too young. The rest of the League can only watch on, numb in horror and sinking, sinking dread that it is Izuku of all people that will not be making it out of here. Somehow my one-shots keep getting longer and longer. I'm not sure how it happens, but here we are. I started this draft on June 1st and told myself I had to finish it by the time the draft expired, so mission success. Even though I'm cutting it real close. This idea struggled with me a lot and it was a fight to churn it out of my brain but we made it happen. Definitely different from my other writing, but hey, you still get your angst! It’s weird, waking up in a world that moves around you, unchanged and unaffected. An event that for all intents and purposes is your crisis of faith has no bearing on them. No ripple effect. The world keeps moving, and the river diverges around you, so cold, so blue, where your faith has been shaken. The number of different possible rhyme schemes for an n-line poem is given by the Bell numbers, [16]

Gardner, Martin (1978), "The Bells: versatile numbers that can count partitions of a set, primes and even rhymes", Scientific American, 238: 24–30, doi: 10.1038/scientificamerican0578-24 . Reprinted with an addendum as "The Tinkly Temple Bells", Chapter 2 of Fractal Music, Hypercards, and more ... Mathematical Recreations from Scientific American, W. H. Freeman, 1992, pp. 24–38.

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It can be seen how these various impulses must war against one another, and how they must fluctuate from person to person and from time to time. By nature – taking your ‘nature’ to be the state you have attained when you are first adult – I am a person in whom the first three motives would outweigh the fourth. In a peaceful age I might have written ornate or merely descriptive books, and might have remained almost unaware of my political loyalties. As it is I have been forced into becoming a sort of pamphleteer. First I spent five years in an unsuitable profession (the Indian Imperial Police, in Burma), and then I underwent poverty and the sense of failure. This increased my natural hatred of authority and made me for the first time fully aware of the existence of the working classes, and the job in Burma had given me some understanding of the nature of imperialism: but these experiences were not enough to give me an accurate political orientation. Then came Hitler, the Spanish Civil War, etc. By the end of 1935 I had still failed to reach a firm decision. I remember a little poem that I wrote at that date, expressing my dilemma: Re—really?” Izuku’s eyes are wide and disbelieving. He looks around and meets the eyes of everyone else, who all nod in agreement.