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would this let me control their desktop or have my neighbor control mine

Also, story he/she made:

1. the letters                  

   
   It was an ordinary day as Scot walked home from school. He lived on an old street with many houses that had been built in the 1920?s. He walked up the street and then turned left onto the sidewalk which led up his lawn, to the front door of his house. He took three steps onto the front concrete doors. He looked to his left and noticed that the mailbox which hung from the wall was open. He looked inside and pulled out a gun magazine of his fathers and two letters. He walked inside and sat down at the kitchen table. He set the gun magazine on the table, and looked at the letters. One of them was a bill from the electric company. The other was a letter addressed for him. His first and last name was on the envelope, but there was no return address, or name of the person who sent it. The oddest thing about the letter was that there were 5 stamps on it. It would seem that whoever sent the letter really cared about the letter being delivered.
   Scot was 12 years old and would be turning 13 in July. It was currently May. Scot had brown hair and blue eyes. His hair was long and it would go over his eyes, when it was wet. Some said that if he wore circular glasses, he would look almost exactly like John Lennon of The Beatles. He played guitar as well and was a fan of them. Some even said that he was a ?hippie?, because he hated war and disagreed with most wars. He hated how animals were slaughtered, but was not a vegetarian because he could not stand vegetables, and loved hamburgers and steak.   
   Scot looked at the letter in his hands and thought to himself. Who would send this to me? No return address. No name. What the hell? He tore open the envelope and pulled the letter out. He unfolded it and read it aloud, ?Dear Scot, my name is Brian and I would like you and some of your friends to meet me in the parking lot of McDonald?s at 1:00pm on Saturday. I have sent an invitation to Tim as well. But, I would like you to invite Josh, because I know that he is a very nervous person who would only trust this if you and Tim talked to him about it. Please meet me, Brian.? Whoa, what a weird letter, Scot thought, I wonder if I should go or not. You can?t always trust people you don?t know, or at-least, that?s what DISNEY CHANNEL says. I guess that I?ll talk to Tim about it, and then I?ll decide whether or not to do it.


   TIM WALKED HOME FROM SCHOOL AT THE SAME TIME AS SCOT. He walked down the sidewalk and turned into his front yard. There was no sidewalk leading up to it. His father had sold the concrete slabs so that he could get more money for beer. He was an alcoholic and had never even made an attempt to quit his addictive drinking. Because of the drinking, they lived in poverty. Tim?s father was the only family he had. His mother had left when Tim was only 6. She had only stayed with the two for that long because she wanted to at-least help Tim out until he was smart enough to speak and some-what read. When she left, she left a note to apologize for her leaving. She took a baseball bat and hit his father across the face, and said some mean words. She left and got into her car and drove away. Tim hadn?t ever seen her since. She was the lucky one, she got out of this hell-hole of a life, Tim often thought.
   Meanwhile, he walked up to his door and opened the torn up and dinted mailbox. He pulled out the mail, which was an assortment of his father?s pornographic magazines, bills which were hundreds of dollars in debt, and a single letter with no return address. Tim brought the mail inside and set the magazines and bills down. He opened and read the letter which had been sent to Scot as well. There was only one difference, and that was the names. He decided that he would talk to Scot about whether or not to go before he decided on it. He set it down and turned on his old T.V. that had came out in 1998.     

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   It was a cold dark night as Jeff Brinks, the leader of the entire United States Air Force, walked along the gate/watchtower of the top-secret base which cannot be named. He was a big man of 6ft. ? 4 in., with a gruff face and eyes that could send a shiver down any of his enemies? spines just thinking about it. He walked with long strides, as if marching without large bending of the knees. He was wearing his uniform that had many, many badges, including two purple hearts from Iraq and from a place which cannot be named. He was the top man if the air force, or the government for that matter, needed anything top-secret needed done. He had to do many terrible deeds in his military career,                                        such as permanently silencing a citizen that knew too much. But he was still a proud soldier, and knew his place well. He had taken a bullet for one of his fellow soldiers twice, thus gaining his purple hearts.
   He had even gained a Medal Of Honor in his career. The medal was gained in Iraq, Baughdad to be specific. He was stationed there and he was with six other men. They were scouting for weapons from a distance. They were behind a humvee which had taken completely terrible damage from a roadside bomb incident. He was beside another man whose nickname was ?Ring?. He was called that because his first name was Richard and he liked how Ringo of The Beatles had changed his name. But, he didn?t want to copy the name, so he just decided to shorten the name by a letter and they decided to stick the name he seemed to like being called. In the situation, Jeff was on the left side of the humvee, with a pair of high powered night-vision and day-vision goggles. He was equipped with both types because it was a 14 hour mission. The vehicle was turned over so that they were on the side of the bottom and the top was facing the buildings of the city. He was on at the front of the vehicle and Ring was at the back with a sniper rifle, for any situation that became hostile. The other 5 men were behind them in a trench. They were the back-up squad, so to speak. Jeff was observing the buildings in search of anything suspicious. He was about to send a message to the chief that nothing had been spotted, when he noticed a tiny glint. He thought at first that it was merely a sun-spot, but knew better than to ignore it. They were taught about situations of that nature in basic training, after all. He zoomed into the area and saw a thin black tube of about 1-1/2 ft. long and a head above it. He zoomed in more once again and saw that it was a man with a sniper rifle that was aiming towards Ring. But Ring wouldn?t know until it was too late, and there was no way to warn him and get him down before the man shot! He zoomed farther into the trigger and saw the finger beginning to squeeze down. He dropped his binoculars and jumped with all his strength at Ring. He knocked Ring down at the precise moment that the bullet hit Jack in the ribcage.
   That moment was now all but a blur in his memory. He dreamt of that eventful day many times in his lifetime. He would sometimes put a tape recorder in his pillowcase to know if he said anything during. Every time that he did so, he would hear himself saying, ?No Ring! Watch out! Owwwwwwww!!!? Sometimes, he wished he hadn?t but realized that despite the pain, it was the very best thing he could have done.
   

[Daddy]

do you live in clarksville?

[ncba93ivyase]

do you live in clarksville?

Yes, why?

[Daddy]

Yes, why?

was trying to search for neuman and rollins in the area and see which ones appear on the same street.  caterpie;