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Tourism Hotspots and their Influences, Research report

Within this, the development of tourism and the impacts this has on local people's sense and meaning of place will be explored. Tourism as a general in many places helps to boost local economies as well as many local people's sense of place. The idea of specific places attracting tourism which then causes changes to the local areas and landscapes which surround ‘Landmarks’.

(Figure 1, Pontcysyllte Aqueduct, Canal River Trust, n.d.)

The first to be looked at is Pontcysyllte Aqueduct known for being the longest Aqueduct in the UK and one of the tallest in the world (Welsh Landmarks: 11 Natural and Man-made Spectacles - Twinkl, n.d.) This not only has a global tourism interest but is sometimes a local social hub, the Pontcysyllte Aqueduct in recent years has hosted an event called under the arches which allows people to come together in a festival type of way. Going back in history, however, the Aqueduct meant an easier way of transporting goods. However, after the decline in need for this, they now use this to encourage tourists to the area with boat tours down the Aqueduct. The aqueduct brings people into the surrounding areas such as Llandgollen, Llandegla, and the HorseShoe Pass. The HorseShoe Pass is known for its history of Slate Quarries. This specific slate quarry features in an etching print made for the graphic media aspect of this project. The slate has drastically shaped the landscape that now encourages hiking groups and bikers to visit. The history that shaped the landscape has encouraged tourism for this specific area as well as many other areas. Llandegla is now a hotspot for mountain biking. Camping in this landscape is also very popular.

The idea of landmarks within landscapes would be a very interesting way to approach this topic, As often with the areas I have previously looked at for this project many of the biggest tourist attractions are single landmarks located within specific landscapes which have been crafted due to their history.

Bibliography -

Canal River Trust, n.d., Available at : Pontcysyllte Aqueduct & Trevor Basin Visitor Centre, North Wales | Canal & River Trust (canalrivertrust.org.uk)

Nature and Landscapes, n.d., Available at : Nature in Wales – Welsh Reserves & Landscapes

Tourism, n.d., Available at : Tourism - Pontcysyllte Aqueduct and Canal World Heritage site (pontcysyllte-aqueduct.co.uk)

Welsh Landmarks, n.d., Available at : Welsh Landmarks: 11 Natural and Man-made Spectacles - Twinkl

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A Mesmerizing Christmas Experience at Mid Valley Megamall

Introduction:

Embark on a magical journey into a world of magic and joy as Kuala Lumpur’s iconic shopping destination Mid Valley Megamall dazzles for the Christmas season. Get into the festive spirit with exclusive Trip Cabinet Malaysia tour package and explore a place where the holidays come alive amidst bright shops and magical decorations.

Dazzling Decorations:

Mid Valley Megamall. In partnership with Trip Cabinet’s, is pulling out all the stops to decorate its sprawling space with Christmas surprises. From tall Christmas trees adorned with twinkling lights to spectacular displays showcasing the highlights of the season. The mall is a festival that catches the eye and warms the heart.

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Embark on a journey through a themed wonderland inside the Mid Valley Megamall. Enhanced by the special offers of the Trip Cabinets Malaysia Tour Package. Each section of the store tells a unique Christmas story. Transporting shoppers to a magical place filled with holiday cheer. Take part in the creativity and attention to detail that transforms the Mid Valley Megamall into a festive destination.

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Complement the convenience and luxury of the Trip Cabinets Malaysia Tour Package Indulge in festive shopping at the stores offered by Mid Valley Megamall Find the perfect gift for your loved ones when the infectious holiday spirit surrounds you around from the shops of fashion boutiques to specialty boutiques. The mall’s dynamic retail landscape ensures an appealing mix of traditional and contemporary Christmas offerings.

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Mid Valley Megamall is the hub of festive entertainment during the Christmas season, further enhanced by the exclusive experiences of the Trip Cabinets Malaysia Tour Package Enjoy live music, live music and interactive events a it adds vibrancy to your shopping experience. The complex’s commitment to creating a vibrant atmosphere ensures there’s always something interesting around the corner.

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Conclusion:

Mid Valley Megamall, in partnership with Trip Cabinets Malaysia Tour Package. Emerges as a beacon of festive luxury, inviting visitors to immerse themselves in the wonderful Christmas experience. This holiday season, make Mid Valley Megamall your destination for an immersive celebration filled with amazing decorations, fun entertainment and festive shopping. Make lasting memories and enjoy the magic of Christmas at one of Kuala Lumpur’s premier shopping destinations, with a Trip Cabinets Malaysia Tour Package full of luxurious luxury and comfort.

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Title- Deam Cafe | Coffee and Tea are Provide here | Ghaziabad

Description :Dream Cafe Shop is a charming and imaginative eatery that captures the essence of a dreamlike escape. Nestled in Ghaziabad, its exterior twinkles with fairy lights, inviting patrons into a whimsical world. Inside, the cozy space is adorned with ethereal decor, creating a magical ambiance. The menu is a culinary journey through imagination, offering artfully crafted dishes and enchanting elixirs. With live performances and a friendly staff, Dream Cafe Shop promises a unique and delightful experience, where diners can escape reality and indulge in a touch of magic.

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Capturing the Essence of Los Angeles: Anthony Mongiello Photography

Los Angeles, a city that has captured the hearts and imagination of millions, is a place where dreams come true. It's a city of stars, both on the silver screen and those that twinkle in the night sky. Amidst the glitz and glamour of Los Angeles, Anthony Mongiello Photography stands as a beacon of artistic excellence, preserving the magic of this city through the lens of a professional photographer.

Anthony Mongiello Photography, led by the talented and passionate Anthony Mongiello, is more than just a photography studio. It's a creative hub, a place where moments are transformed into timeless memories. With a keen eye for detail and a deep love for his craft, Anthony is not just a photographer; he is an artist who uses his camera to paint a vivid picture of the city of angels.

As a professional photographer in Los Angeles, Anthony has honed his skills over the years, capturing the essence of this vibrant city like no other. From the iconic Hollywood Sign to the sunsets over Santa Monica Pier, his portfolio boasts a diverse array of imagery that encapsulates the soul of Los Angeles.

One of Anthony's signature strengths lies in his ability to adapt to the unique and ever-changing landscape of Los Angeles. The city's rich cultural diversity, coupled with its dynamic lifestyle, offers a plethora of photographic opportunities. Whether it's an intimate wedding by the beach, a fashion shoot on Rodeo Drive, or a corporate event in the heart of downtown, Anthony can effortlessly navigate these diverse settings, ensuring that every moment is captured with precision and style.

Anthony Mongiello Photography offers a range of services to cater to the varying needs of clients. From weddings to corporate events, from family portraits to headshots, Anthony's expertise extends across a broad spectrum of photography. His approach is deeply client-centric, focusing on understanding the unique requirements and preferences of each individual or organization. This personal touch ensures that every photograph tells a story, conveying the emotions and the ambiance of the moment.

Furthermore, Anthony's dedication to his craft and his commitment to delivering exceptional quality make him stand out among the myriad of photographers in Los Angeles. He takes great pride in the post-production process, ensuring that every image is meticulously retouched and enhanced to bring out its full potential. The end result is a collection of photographs that are not just beautiful, but also authentic, capturing the true essence of the moment.

In an age where photography is omnipresent thanks to smartphones and social media, the art of professional photography becomes more important than ever. Anthony Mongiello Photography offers a unique opportunity to immortalize the fleeting moments of life in a city that never sleeps. Beyond the technical aspects, Anthony and his team have a gift for making subjects feel at ease in front of the camera, resulting in photographs that are not just visually stunning but also emotionally evocative.

Los Angeles is a city that's constantly evolving, reinventing itself with each passing day. Anthony Mongiello Photography has been there, on the front lines, capturing these transformations and preserving the memories that shape the city's identity. If you're looking for a professional photographer who understands the heartbeat of Los Angeles and can translate it into stunning imagery, Anthony Mongiello Photography is the name to remember.

In the world of professional photography, where talent and passion converge, Anthony Mongiello is a true maestro. His ability to encapsulate the essence of Los Angeles is nothing short of remarkable, and his dedication to delivering top-notch quality is the hallmark of his work. For those who seek to capture the magic of Los Angeles in a single frame, Anthony Mongiello Photography is the answer to your visual dreams.

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aixa writes black people + love #2 community: A “World” Still Necessary

It was 1987 when A Different World premiered.  I was young, like not yet double digits, young.  Every Thursday night, at 8:30, my mom, dad, sister, brother and I gathered around the TV, belting out the show’s theme song by Phoebe Snow in season one, Aretha Franklin in seasons two through five, and Boyz II Men in its final episodes.  Those lyrics were soon my alma mater:

I know my parents loved me Stand behind me come what may I know now that I’m ready For I finally heard them say

It’s a different woorrrrrld than where ya come from

Hillman College was a pinnacle place for me.  It personified cultural identity, and as someone who grew up in a predominantly white suburban town, the only Black pupil until high school, it was majestic and I wanted to be there.  Hillman displayed the cool factor our culture exudes so effortlessly; highlighting our style, dialect, posture, passion, and purpose from every region of the country, the continent of Africa and the Caribbean.  This “world”, was different than where I came from, and it was beautiful.  It gave me hope that a place - outside of my own home - supportive, caring and nurturing existed.

I saw Black teachers champion students who didn’t see their own unique potential, and dorm directors give sage advice. Witnessed roommates with nothing in common become best friends, and confidants.  I got hyped, and danced when adamant voices rallied together until a donor ceased support of South Africa’s apartheid.  And understood what loyalty looked like when a friend rescued his homegirl from what nearly turned into a date rape.  I cheered on two Black men fighting the weapon of racial injustice brought upon by a rival school, and marveled in a student reclaiming the image of Aunt Jemima, realizing her imperial complexion was to be treasured.  I observed discoveries, rejections, failed attempts, triumphs and losses, and empathized as if they were my own, because honestly they were.  Hillman was a community, a Black community, our community, an extension of who I was, who I am.  At such a young age, it was introducing me to myself.  This “different world” was a reflection of my desires and dreams.  It was an aspirational exhibit of Black successes - a rarity shown in media. Hillman was a place that encouraged you to stretch your capacity of thought and understanding.  It valued unlearning stifled ways of thinking, to learning expansively and with zeal.

Debbie Allen, an HBCU alum of Howard University, and the show's brilliant producer, as of season two, understood the importance of telling Black stories with all of their complexities.  She used television as a tool to address what was most difficult and challenging about us.  “If we’re not doing that, we’re not doing a good job.”  She expressed to Netflix’s Strong Black Legends.  When brought on board she excitedly wrote a storyline for character Denise Huxtable (Lisa Bonet), who, at the time, was pregnant in real life.  She thought it would be great to present the experience of a young Black student from an upper middle class family, not married, about to embark on motherhood.  Though the idea got nixed by the show’s creator, Bill Cosby - who didn’t approve of Denise being pregnant in college - I wonder what her story would have developed into as a student mother, a credible notion, and one I’m certain would have advanced her role.  

See, at Hillman, students strived to be the best versions of themselves, and looked forward to reciprocating care to those who raised them.  But, even more vital, they knew their obligation to boost those who were succeeding them. They cherished their Blackness and its power.

The hub of the campus was The Pit - the school’s eatery that made an appearance in practically every episode.  It was where students solely exhaled after a day of grueling classes and friends merged to catch up on the latest of tales.  Conversations flowed candidly at this hangout and with comedic flair.  Everyone passed through the beloved grumpy owner, Mr Gaines’ (Lou Myers) spot.  Even my forever heartthrob, Tupac, made a stunning guest appearance as Piccolo, an old flame from Baltimore coming to put claims on his childhood love, Lena James (Jada Pinkett Smith).

Relationships played a significant part in character maturation at Hillman, and the love story that tugged at my heartstrings was Whitley and Dewayne, performed by Jasmine Guy and Kadeem Hardison.  Cleverly laced throughout the show’s entire series, we journeyed with a high maintenance southern debutante from Richmond, VA and a Brooklyn native in J’s and flip-up glasses, who got a perfect score on his math SATs.  Allen took us on an exciting ride while these two people - growing individually - were also hesitantly falling in love with each other.  It was the ingenious love story I needed, and subconsciously yearned for, even if I were only in the fifth grade.  How could I not gush over this attainable fairytale that spoke my love language. I kept twinkling at the idea that, ‘In just a few years, this college life will be a reality for me.’  

Although Hillman College was a fictional place, its impact tripled enrollment of Historically Black Colleges and Universities.  As you may have gathered by now, A Different World ignited my love for HBCUs, and then began my search in finding one most suitable for me; a place that served as a home and fostered my voice, since it was currently muffled, allowing others - who didn’t look like me - to feel comfortable in the presence of my Black skin.  By the time I got to high school I attended the Black College Tour, twice.  Not because I was having trouble finding a good school, but really I was in awe of the noteworthy offerings provided at these historically Black schools.  The curriculums were impressive, the faculty resembled me, and the alumni were groundbreakers.  I was visiting institutions that are irreplaceable.  There was so much to learn about myself, and it was to happen in this next phase.  During my visits, I watched students purposefully carry themselves across campus, greet friends with hugs and daps, expressively admire each other’s gear and hairstyles, pause on building steps to continue debatable class discussions, only to be interrupted by an eye-catching smile.  The exploration alone made my heart flutter, and shortly after I was back at home flexing in my new Black college apparel - showing off the schools I toured.  By senior year of high school I decided to attend Howard University in Washington, D.C. and it was more than I imagined it to be; finding me in a way I didn’t think it could.  It met me where I was and readied me to rule the world.

There have always been skeptics who find HBCUs to be limiting.  But, honestly there isn’t a place that will “teach you how to love and know yourself” like one - a necessary move after centuries of oppression; especially as a Black woman who receives bare minimum support when it comes to this country’s level of respect. These institutions encourage you to go inward and prepare yourself for life ahead, beyond Black communities.  On the backs of scarred ancestors, almost 200 years ago, HBCUs were created, reshaping American history.  Literally built by their hands, these Black forebears constructed a place to acquire a well desired education, and for once, as a majority, marked a setting where Black issues could be discussed. Despite what history instilled upon us, Black people were thriving and these HBCUs had a strong hand in making sure of that.

Howard University is a big part of my DNA, a connection made due to A Different World.  It’s not easy expressing to those who have never attended an HBCU how magical those four years were, and how much rich history is seeped in the campus soil.  However, the show is the best demonstration; restoring a feeling that will always remain in my heart, reminding me of friendships built that reside at my core.  I graduated from Howard years ago, started a career in New York and since moved to Los Angeles to begin a new chapter.  But every autumn, when I can, I race back to celebrate Howard’s homecoming, in high hopes of reliving just a taste of some of the greatest years of my life.  It's never quite the same, but I don’t expect it ever will be.

A Different World came to an “end of the road” in 1993, and now I stream its episodes to emotionally reconnect with a missed experience; watching amusingly as if I hadn’t seen each one several times already.  Because I still yearn to explore a “world” that inspires me to reach for more of myself, and a Black love story that provides hope.  And though this “world” may be different, I know, I’m not alone.

Take care of yourself.

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Bands That Don’t Suck!

SO.

2020 is the year that separates the boys from the men, and we’ve all seen how when the going gets tough, some of our fave bands don’t get going. Which SUCKS.

So I’ve started hunting for artists/bands that scratch my alt itch while actually feeling good to listen to. To no ones surprise it’s a lot of riot grrl, feminist punk, queer punk, etc.

So after listening to 2 whole Spotify playlists (this) and (this) and scrolling through WAY TOO MANY band instagrams, twitters, and Wikipedia pages, I have a list of artists YOU should check out.

They each fit at least 3/4 of these categories:

1. Good music about relevant topics

2. Have addressed BLM on social media/donated money

3. No evidence of being lgbtq+ phobic (in fact many are part of the community!)

4. Modern! Currently active, at least enough to have like an Instagram or something. Cause as cool as classic riot grrl stuff is, I just don’t have enough readily available info on the band members.

The playlists above have DOZENS of other artists if you want to check them out, I’m limiting this list to things I instantly loved and could find reliable evidence of being good people THIS YEAR. Cause what counted as feminist punk in the 80’s might not cut it in 2020 and even though I really love lots of old bands I’m not putting it on a public reccomendation list unless I have tangible physical proof... and I’m too lazy to look for it rather than Instagram or twitter. Do that yourself.

Here’s the list, which will be added onto in Reblogs as I find more playlists and more artists (next on my list is a queercore playlist Spotify recommended me, as well as a list of black-fronted punk bands I found on the Instagram of one of these artists! Not telling you which cause I’m trying to trick you into checking out their pages XD)

feel free to leave your own recommendations as well!

Dream nails- feminist punk witch band!!!! I’ve only heard one of their songs “vagina police” which understandably had me iffy by the name but I checked out their Instagram and they’re totally chill! Like I’m pretty sure they’re one of the only bands I found that actively posts pride stuff! Vagina Police is a fantastic song too! I’ve just been on tumblr way too long to immediately trust anything with vagina in the title lol. But nah they just focus a lot of their lyrics on the policing of women’s bodies.

The Regrettes- I’ve yet to find a song of theirs I don’t like, its banger after banger! “Seashore” is one of my very favorite songs right now!

Lilac Queen- with a name like that how could you go wrong? “Ouch” hit me like a ton of bricks when I first heard it and I never looked back!

The Sonder Bombs- if you vibe with Paramore I have FANTASTIC news! The vibes are IDENTICAL, but it’s full of deep lyrics and relatable topics and why am I writing a pitch when I could just tell you to listen to ‘twinkle lights’ and cry your eyes out like I did because I’ve never heard a song that so clearly illustrates out societies consent problem while also being a GODDANG BOP

She/her/hers- again, you had me at hello, do I even need to SAY anything else? But even though the band name is more than enough let me cry about the SPIRITUAL EXPERIENCE I had. Picture me, a four hours drive from my house, cleaning hub caps as an under the table job for my cousin, thinking about how I want to start an Etsy shop selling punk feminist patches I hand embroider, even though I have to hide most of the designs from my mom and lie about it and likely shoplift embroidery thread once in a while

. And what comes through my earbuds but ‘I’m not “supposed” to be anything” LIKE A BEACON FROM THE HEAVENS TELLING ME TO FUCKING GO FOR IT! This band WILL change your life. I don’t know how it’s possible to write songs that speak to such a specific experience yet apply to such a wide range of states of being. But it happened.

Dollskin- this is another I haven’t heard a lot of but what I did hear... this band REEKS of middle school in the best possible way. I DARE YOU to listen to “mark my words” and not start jumping around your bedroom like a over caffeinated squirrel. You can’t. You just can’t!

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Celebrities Encouraging Reading Goals

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Fitzgerald. Many literary, academic, and media organizations including The

Independent has started online reading clubs.

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He’s Matty Healy of art-pop heroes The 1975. She’s Heather Baron-Gracie of pop newcomers Pale Waves. The first time Matty heard Heather’s band he declared he needed to work with them. Two singles, a video and a mega US tour later, Pale Waves are on course to be your new favourite band. We meet the mentor and mentee in London.

The hub of The 1975’s empire is not, as you might expect, an airy, pink neon-lit, minimalist space with Rothkos hanging on the walls. It is, instead, a top-floor unit in a building on a courtyard trading estate in west London. The floor below has a place stocking Christmas supplies, and even on this humid September day, Santa’s grotto twinkles back at you through the open door.

Upstairs is the HQ of Dirty Hit, the record label founded by The 1975’s manager, Jamie Oborne, as a vehicle for the band he discovered as Cheshire teenagers. Now it’s home to some of the UK’s most exciting bands, from the established, such as Wolf Alice, to rising stars such as The Japanese House – whose ‘Pools To Bathe In’ EP was produced by 1975 frontman Matty Healy and drummer George Daniel – and new signing No Rome. There’s a particular up-and-coming band that Healy has really taken under his wing, taking them on tour in the States, co-producing their first two singles and directing the video for the second, ‘Television Romance’ – and that band is Pale Waves.

“I was just so excited to hear a band that was positioned in the left, an alternative band, that was so in tune with pop sensibilities,” says Healy, sat in Oborne’s office, the pungent smell of marijuana emanating from somewhere about his person. “It kind of reminded me of The Cure or The Primitives or bands like that – it’s the happy/sad thing loads of bands have thrived on. I saw them first at Dingwalls, and there was this truth in there. There’s a naivety and a purity to them and an honesty to them that kind of comes through in their music.”

Frontwoman Heather Baron-Gracie, who receives a warm, brotherly hug from Matty after plonking herself on the sofa next to him, puts it more succinctly: “I just love pop music, and when it makes you feel something, it’s even better.” Heather, 22, formed the band four years ago with her best mate Ciara Doran. Joining later were guitarist Hugo Silvani and bassist Charlie Wood. Two women, two men; two goths, two skinny indie boys – it’s a look that shouldn’t work, but it just does. “People say we’re like two sets of twins,” says Heather. “You couldn’t dress Hugo and Charlie up as goths because it just wouldn’t work. Well, we do the make-up sometimes and dress them up in my little skirts and things – but that’s just for us.”

Matty is at pains to point out the precise extent of his involvement in Pale Waves. “The songs were there, so my involvement in writing was only editing,” he says. “I always have a fear of being overbearing. I know what it’s like to be want to be prided on your own merits, and I would hate to be resented by an artist for feeling I’d strong-armed my involvement for my own personal gain.”

Mainly, the message is that Pale Waves are perfectly capable of writing songs on their own – Matty’s a facilitator, not a svengali. And what songs they are. The group’s two singles so far are the near-flawless sugar rush of 2016’s ‘There’s A Honey’ and the heart-melting crush of 2017 follow-up ‘Television Romance’.

The video for the latter was directed by Matty. What’s he like in director mode? “I’m very aggressive, but Heather gives as much as she gets so it’s all good,” he says. “We don’t do miming, we do have the track on at full volume. So I have to shout above the track, ‘LOOK SEXY!’ That’s pretty much the only thing that I shout: ‘LOOK AT THE CAMERA! LOOK F**KING SEXY!’”

The video sees Pale Waves performing in an Ashton-under-Lyne council flat in that looks like a hipster’s wet dream – all retro furnishings and kitsch collectables. It actually all belongs to the 92-year-old woman who lives there. “She had no clue what was going on but she was loving it, watching videos of The 1975 on people’s phones,” says Matty. “She didn’t actually believe it was me in the ‘Love Me’ video, because I was there with my Spielberg cap on taking it all very seriously.”

The first time Heather saw The 1975, it was accompanying her cousin, who’d won tickets to a gig. The last time, it was when Pale Waves were supporting the band on their two-month 2017 tour of huge US venues. “The first night was absolutely mental. I couldn’t even look up because I was like, ‘Oh my god’. We went from playing to about 10 people in Ireland to 7,000 people in Phoenix. It was a bit unreal.” Did Matty have any advice about that? “Yeah,” says Heather. “He said, ‘Just get on with it!’”

Though they’re friends, the tour didn’t provide much time to hang out. Matty was frazzled from the months on the road, and trying to get his head around his own band’s next album. “I was quite busy and quite down and quite emo – I’d been on tour for so f**king long,” he says. “We were pretty much doing a show every day and then when you have a day off you’re in your own little hotel and the lights are out. But it was great to watch Pale Waves grow as a band.”

Heather often writes songs with US coming-of-age films playing in the background for inspiration – her favourite being ‘Adventureland’. That sense of the apocalyptic emotion of teenage life lives in her lyrics too. “Those films set you up for going to America, but when I went I was kinda like, it isn’t what I expected. Like, we went to Hollywood at midnight and I was so scared because there’s a lot of mental people just roaming about. I was going all, ‘Take me home!’”

1975 fans have already embraced Pale Waves, and not just on Matty’s say-so. The bands share a mentality for finding romance in the everyday, and each group is formed around a creative core based on a tight friendship: Healy and best mate George, Heather and Ciara.

“That’s the thing I identify with most, the duality between them reminds me of the relationship between me and George,” says Matty, who, post-success, bought a house across the road from his bandmate to make sure he’s only ever a short skateboard ride away. “I did notice on tour that they never really did separate, never one without the other.”

Heather found Ciara on social media before starting university. “I saw a picture of her in this big group chat and I thought, ‘She’s the only one who really looks like someone I’ll get along with’. The first day we got there we met up and haven’t really been apart since then. I get scared thinking that she might not be a part of my life one day.”

Though they formed in Manchester, Heather’s home town is Preston, a no-nonsense city where the way she dresses – Robert Smith of The Cure by way of Robert Smith of The Cure – marks her out as someone different. “When I go back home to Preston, they do not take to it very well,” she says. Needless to say, her look isn’t as big a deal to her as it is to other people. “Everyone who meets me thinks I’m in a heavy metal band,” she says. “I never really call myself a goth, but others do. I’m like, maybe I am a goth?”

Matty – who adopted his own take on Heather and Ciara’s style for NME’s cameras – says their commitment to it is a mark of their authenticity. “The make-up, the hair, the whole thing, it’s not a set-up for the band. I can see those two girls being like that and needing to be in a band to express that, needing to find each other.”

Though she stands out, Heather says her teenage years were about “keeping a low profile. I didn’t really find people that I got along with,” she explains. “At school I would go to a room to play piano when everybody else was talking in the cafeteria. I’m not really into that – I’m not really a massive social person. Ciara’s always telling me off for being socially awkward but I’m just like, ‘I can’t’.”

Heather has been writing songs since the age of 11. As a teen, she would write “kind of Avril Lavigne pop”; more recently it was “folksy, emotional and stripped-back acoustic stuff like Ben Howard – not very cool music.” It changed when she met Ciara. “She said, ‘Lets try something different, because I want to make people dance at our shows and not kinda just cry: they can cry and dance.’”

Right from that first week at university, Pale Waves became Heather and Ciara’s sole focus. The band rehearse daily, and dedicate every minute of spare time to music. University was a slog she had to get through. Jobs were another unwelcome distraction. “My parents tried to get me into this job entering numbers into a computer-based system for the NHS in St Helens, and I was just not doing it,” she says. “I went to the interview looking like this, but they offered me the job anyway. It was Monday to Friday with some weekends and my brain would just be fried.”

Heather’s days of keeping a low profile may soon be over. Even now, and particularly in Manchester, she’s recognised on the street by a growing band of obsessed fans. “They always call me ‘queen’. It’s dead cute. Or ‘mum’, I get ‘mum’ a lot,” she says. “I keep seeing girls dressed like me. They ask me about make-up – I’m not even that good at make-up! It’s quite scary having people look up to you. I don’t want to mess anyone up.”

The adulation looks set to grow as Pale Waves make their careful, precise steps forward. Later today, Heather’s back with the rest of the band in the studio recording an EP. An album will follow, but not for at least a year. “With the album, I think we’re just going to show another side to us which is a lot more emotional and not as – I don’t know how to put it… Just, like, a bit more intense.”

Matty perks up. “You mean like emotionally intense?”

“Yeah.”

“Good. That’s what I’m hoping for.

[anactualcaseofthetruth]

Call Me A Safe Bet, I’m Betting I’m Not - Chapter 7

(AO3 Link- Chapter Seven)

Even though scientists are still quite baffled after multiple millennia of medical and technological advances of exactly how the soulmarks work, there has been enough research and study that we now know when and how to expect them… There has yet to be one soulmate coupling occur before the female has experienced a menstrual cycle and the male to begin producing sperm. In short, soulmarks have never appeared before entering puberty…

There are many, many more cases in which two people have insisted they are soulmates only to not mark with one another. All in all, only about 3% of couplings are correct in predicting they are soulmates before marks form.”

***

Betty Cooper is four years old when she meets Jughead Jones. She knows he is her soulmate, he’s not so sure.

Chapter Seven

“There is no written record of a society without soulmarks. For as long as humans have been on Earth and able to communicate, there has been evidence of soulmarkings and, subsequently, soulmates.

Perhaps the most commonly researched ancient culture regarding soulmarks are the Ancient Egyptians. Their hieroglyphs and recorded history tell of soulmarks that are markedly different from the kind we know of today… They left stories of soulmates who could feel each other’s pain, knew when something happened to the other, and even those who died when their soulmate did despite appearing relatively healthy.

Many researchers chalk this phenomenon up to intuition or tall-tales, but others believe in its existence, however speculate that as we evolve, so do soulmarks… but perhaps a better explanation may be that as humans become more and more desensitized and interested in only the physical, soulmarks have changed too.”

From Soulmarks Through History, 2013

*

The coolness of the window against her skin is calming until the train comes to a halt and jerks her forward against the expanse of glass.

It should be unsettling, but Betty just grits her teeth and stands, trying to focus on the fact that she’s home, even if it is a day late, even if her parents insisted they pick her up from the train station instead of (and without) Jughead, even if there are crescent shaped scars on her palms that are irritated because they are so fresh, even if it is her birthday and she’s spent it on a train with broken air conditioning.

Finally, she’s home in Riverdale, she’s in same zip code as her soulmate, breathing the same air, surrounded by familiarity.

Betty lugs her extra-large suitcase down the tiny train aisle and ignores the stares since she’s the only one getting off in her small town. They look at her like she’s a burden, because they have to spend ten minutes in Riverdale rather than speed past to get to somewhere more fun and exciting.

Well, fuck them, Betty thinks as she exits the train. She just had the most challenging summer of her life, and while it was unique, informative, and there are parts she will never forget, it was also long, hard, and unforgiving.

They can wait ten damn minutes so she can finally put this summer behind her and be a step closer to seeing her soulmate again.

She stops and sighs in the train station, surprised her mother hasn’t spotted her and pounced already. Something happened at home between her parents and Polly, she knows it, but isn’t very clued in just yet. All she does know is that her sister’s phone number is no longer in service, and her parents aren’t answering questions about it at all. Archie and Jug haven’t seen Polly around the house in weeks—a part of her is scared to go home and find that her sister has become a weird smell in the basement.

Who knows what went down when the two strong-willed Cooper girls finally blew up at one another?

Betty’s looking around when her eyes instantly find a figure leaning against a pillar across the mostly empty station—Riverdale isn’t exactly a travel hub, despite Pop’s being recently featured on the Food Network—something Jughead was very against as he saw it as the media exploiting something he savored as pure and the soul of his hometown. Her boyfriend complained about it for weeks, but Betty loved hearing him drone on about it on the phone, sometimes it was all that got her through the day without him there.

She blinks and thinks her mind is playing tricks on her.

Her mouth drops open as she takes in the sight, the beanie wearing boy she left home is not the person in front of her.

Instead, she sees a man, or almost a man, now officially a whole head taller than her, with lean muscles, broad shoulders, and a cut on his chin, probably from attempting to shave because he has actual hair on his face (instead of just insisting he does), and she manages to stand still for a whole minute before jumping into action.

He’s already halfway to her when she forgets about the suitcase, takes off in a run, and catapults herself into his arms, legs wound tight around his waist.

“Oh, my God, this better be you or else I’m wrapped around some guy who is now terrified or about to kidnap me,” she says into his neck and hears his laugh in her ear, and it’s like coming home.

Riverdale is just a place, a word to describe the dirt and structures around her. In reality, Jughead is her home, he’s where she belongs.

“Happy birthday, baby,” he says and her insides quiver—his voice is lower too.

“Keep—keep talking, I want to hear your voice. Fuck! I missed you so much,” she murmurs, clinging to him so hard her palms ache, but she doesn’t care.

“Language! What did the big city do to you?” he laughs and she does too and then pulls away just enough to press her lips against his.

It’s innocent, for all the naughty texts and phone calls they’d shared near the end of her internship program, but Betty’s just so happy to be near him, touching him, actually being held by him, that having a full-on make out session with roaming hands isn’t what is on the forefront of her mind.

They share a series of intimate kisses before Betty rests her forehead on his and runs a thumb over his bottom lip.

“I missed you so much, baby,” she whispers. “We’re never going to spend that much time apart again, okay?”

“Agreed,” he murmurs before kissing her again, this time a little deeper, a little longer, and makes her squeeze her legs tighter around his waist. Jughead smiles as their kiss ends and purposefully lets her slowly slip through his fingers until she’s back on her feet safely.

Betty refuses to let go and keeps her fingers locked around his neck. “How are you here? I mean, my mom said she wanted time as a family first and—ugh, is she dangling you in front of me just to be waiting in the car or something?”

“No, but I do love being treated like a piece of meat, and that’s not sarcasm,” Jughead answers easily. “She decided to honor the original plan of us getting to be together for the majority of your birthday. When we got word you train was delayed she called to let me know. I think I’m a present? So again, the piece of meat thing is working for me.”

“Best present ever,” Betty whispers with a soft kiss. “Can we get out of here? I mean, do you have a plan, or,” she stops and bites her lip.

“The original plan was to crawl through your bedroom window at midnight, give you your present, and then do some of those things we talked about,” he says with a devilish grin that makes Betty turn pink. “So, whatever you want, I’m down for. Food, family time, alone time—”

“Option three please,” she interrupts with bright eyes and Jughead chuckles, dropping his hands from her waist to grab the handle of her abandoned suitcase.

“I’d like to say your chariot awaits, but we’re walking, sorry,” he says as she wraps her arms around his free one, leaning into his body as they make their way out of the station.

“Hm, that’s fine, I don’t think my suitcase would fit on the motorcycle you’re fixing up, or so you told me,” Betty teases.

“Alright, so I might just be helping my dad by handing him tools, but it’s keeping us both out of trouble, which is something I thought you’d approve of,” he mentions pointedly.

“I do, you just don’t know the difference between a socket wrench and a torque wrench, so it’s hard to believe—”

“Well unlike you, my dad is nice about it and explains what they are and—”

“I do that! You just don’t listen—”

“I do too listen, but let’s not do this on your birthday, okay? But at midnight, it’s on,” Jughead states and Betty giggles into his arm.

“Hmm, you smell different,” she murmurs into the sleeve of his t-shirt. “But it’s not your shirt, it’s…” she trails off while sniffing up his neck.

“After shave,” Jughead fills in as their stride slows.

“After—are you shaving now, Jughead Jones? And you didn’t tell me?” she questions, a twinkle in her eye that makes Jughead grin without even realizing it.

“I’m sorry, I also stubbed my toe the other day, it hurt really fuckin’ bad, I swore and everything,” he jokes in return, to which she rolls her eyes as she hangs off his arm.

“Who doesn’t swear when they stub their toe?”

“Jesus, probably,” he answers and she smiles up at him because his own is so unapologetic, like he wouldn’t be able to stop if asked.

“You’re a doof, I don’t know why I even missed you,” Betty sighs dramatically.

“It’s about three inches soft, maybe six when it’s hard,” he fills her in.

“Jughead!” Betty squeaks, her cheeks flushing pink as she buries her face in his shoulder. “Wait, did you actually measure?”

“Using the finger method,” he answers, to which Betty raises one eyebrow. “Like, when you bend your index finger the middle part is about an inch, so you count how many you can make until you’re out of, well, room,” he explains.

“Hmm,” Betty hums.

“What, no comment?”

“Uh-uh,” she replies as they enter the trailer park. “I’m just gonna have to measure it myself later to settle this dispute,” she says with the most innocent of faces.

“Oh, are you now?” Jughead just about chokes and Betty shrugs nonchalantly. “The door’s unlocked, go ahead first,” he instructs when they reach his trailer, and Betty does as she’s told so Jughead can lug up the too-big suitcase she’s lived out of for two months now.

Jughead himself looks different, smells different, talks different, but the trailer is the same. A messy-clean, one where both boys know where the necessities are, but an outsider would be totally clueless. There are a couple dishes in the sink, some clothes scattered about, all FP’s it seems, but the surfaces are clean, the vacuums been used recently, and some air freshener is sitting out, probably for her sake.

Betty lets her overly large purse, practically a carry-on of sorts, fall from her shoulder to the floor.

“Hm, you still with me, baby?” Jughead questions, his arms wrapping around her waist from behind, his fingers slipping underneath her flowy white t-shirt that’s knotted in the front, but was bought that way.

It covers her mark, of course—probably her favorite part about being away was that she was able to show their mark, a sign that she was taken and happy. She’s in love, and it didn’t matter who saw it because no one in Boston knew her or ever heard of Riverdale.

“I think your hands got bigger too,” Betty murmurs as she leans back against him, an arm reaching up to settle around his neck as she angles her face to look at him.

“Too?”

Betty turns, her eyes locked on his, and she shivers as his hands roam and massage at the small of her back. “Mhm, your shoulders are wider, you’re taller, your voice is lower, you’re shaving now. So much changed in two months, Jug.”

“Maybe, but a lot has stayed the same,” he tells her.

“Like what, because to me, even your neck is thicker, and I like it! What is up with that?”

Jughead grins and reaches a finger up to hook her neckline. “This,” he murmurs as he tugs to show their crown. “This is the same, baby, and it will never change. And yeah, we’re different physically, but that’s it.”

“’We’re’ different?” Betty questions.

“You think it’s just me that went through a growth spurt, Cooper?” he demands to know. “The only part of me that I thought changed was my height, well, that and I’m aware I shave now,” he mentions in an afterthought.

“I like how low your voice is now,” Betty whispers. “I hope it gets even lower.”

“I like how many cannoli’s you ate,” Jughead offers in return.

“What?” she laughs, her eyes scrunched together.

“All summer I got at least one specific text every day, how you insisted you weren’t going to buy any cannoli that day, but later I got a picture of you eating one because you couldn’t resist,” he informs her. “That, and Boston Crème pie, but that wasn’t every day. You’re a real big dessert eater, you know?”

“Are you insinuating something, Jughead Jones?”

“I like my woman with a hearty appetite,” he answers easily. “And I like how because you were out from under your mother’s thumb you could do what you wanted. You didn’t have to worry about the look you’d get for having seconds, or answer questions about why you didn’t work out in the morning, or if you did what exactly did you do and for how long. You didn’t get compared to Polly or explain anything you did.”

“So you’re saying…?” she asks.

He grins down at her. “You grew too, Betts,” he says and reaches down to grope her ass. “In all the best ways.”

“My boobs got bigger,” she admits.

“Trust me, I noticed,” he agrees.

“Well, I had to buy new bras. In Boston, by myself. Usually I have Polly or Kevin.”

“Not your mother?” he asks with that shit-eating grin of his.

“Definitely not my mother,” she insists.

“It’s not just your boobs and ass, Betts, you’re different. More confident, more comfortable in your own skin because you didn’t have your mom’s voice in your ear. You carry yourself differently, but yes, Betty, eating those Boston delicacies definitely worked for you.”

“You think so?”

“I know so, you’re beautiful, Betty, but do you know the best part?”

“Hm?”

With a grin, Jughead quickly reaches down to wrap his hands under her bum and lifts her up. “We get to rediscover each other all over again.”

Betty shrieks, then laughs into his hair as he hastily makes his way down the hall to his bedroom—again, something else that has stayed the same. It’s still covered in movie posters, black and white classics, Star Wars, even a John Hughes one, but next to his bed is a corkboard covered in pictures of him and their friends, Jellybean, even a few from when they were kids, but mostly her, to be honest.

Surprisingly, his bed is made, the plaid comforter splayed across the mattress perfectly. It had been a joke she’d bought him one Christmas, but it was warm and soft, and Jughead loved it. The floor is clear, another air freshener adorns the bedside table and it smells clean, but not like Jughead per se.

Betty bites her lip and sighs as he kisses down the column of her throat. “You planned this?” she questions, but it sounds more like a statement.

“Not exactly this, but I hoped you’d want time alone eventually,” Jughead answers and lets out a long breath as he rests his forehead on hers and breathes her in. “Even if to just touch marks. We don’t have to do anything besides that. Whatever you want, baby.”

Betty nuzzles their noses together in a nod.

After how far they went on Valentine’s Day she’d suggested they calm down with the physical part of their relationship, at least in taking layers off their bottom halves. How much she wants to be with him physically scares her, something he knows, and so he quickly agreed, saying she was the boss of how fast, or slow, they went.

Betty doesn’t think having sex with Jughead would ever be a mistake, but she doesn’t want it to be impromptu either. She wants it to be a step they take together being fully aware of what they are about to do, to be responsible with the very big action they will be taking when they do. Maybe that’s her mom’s doing, always telling her how big of a deal sex is, but Betty doesn’t think it’s a bad thing, even if her mother is the reason she gets so nervous every time they go further physically.

“Jug, I wanna do what we talked about,” Betty says after a silent moment, her voice earnest and heart pounding in her ears. “On the phone, when I called you in the middle of the night after that dream I had—”

“I remember,” Jughead interrupts with hands cupping her cheeks.

“Is your dad coming home soon or—” she stops as he shakes his head.

“Not until the bars close,” he tells her. “What happened in that dream again? Remind me.”

Her eyes close as he strokes her cheeks and a thumb runs over her bottom lip. “Jug, I—you know,” she murmurs, her tone pleading.

“I want you to tell me what you want, Betts.”

“What we talked about, I want you to,” she stops and gives him a look while slipping her fingers under his shirt to feel his bare abdomen.

“Want me to what?”

“Jug, you know, I,” she lets out a breath and stares up at him with yearning eyes.

“Betty, when have I ever made you feel like you can’t talk to me about anything?”

“Never, but I—you know what I want, Juggie.”

“And I want to hear you say it,” he responds easily. “I love when you’re vocal, baby,” he admits and bites his lip while pulling her hips to meet his. “I love when you tell me what you want, how you want it, when you say my name, fuck, just the noises you make. So I want you to tell me what you want, then I want you to instruct me as I do it so you get exactly what you want.”

Betty takes in a deep breath and lets it out shakily, her pupils now blown, and nods ever so slightly. “Okay.”

Jughead presses their foreheads together and licks his lips. “Say it, Betty.”

“I want—I want,” she starts, then clears her throat. “I want you to go down on me,” she whispers and brings him in for a kiss. It’s all heat and open mouths and tongue.

Jughead pulls away just enough to tug her shirt off, then his own, and smiles down at her heaving chest, or their mark, she isn’t quite sure.

He licks his bottom lip as he brings a hand up to touch her bralette, it’s white and lacy and tight, holding in her breasts just so.

Betty shivers, but says nothing as his eyes take in the sight.

“Take your pants off,” he orders, his tone firm but soft, and she does as she is told, revealing the matching white bikini cut panties. They are practically sheer, with a few white lace flowers being the only real coverage. “And let your hair down,” he says once her jeans are kicked off.

Her hair, previously in a messy bun because it is longer now than ever before, falls around her shoulders in waves, full and heavy. The smell of her shampoo fills her nostrils and she shivers again as the tendrils tickle the top of her breasts, which are now sensitive and causes her whole body to break out in goosebumps.

Jughead threads his fingers into her hair and tugs her close, breathing her in and to Betty he almost looks high, like she’s a drug, one he hasn’t had in eight weeks and had been dying for.

Betty runs her hands up and down his bare sides and leans in to his hold.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Betty,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against hers as he speaks, “and I’m going to make you feel so fucking good, but you have to tell me what you need ‘cause we’ve never done this before, okay?”

Betty swallows visibly, but nods.  “I love you,” Betty whispers and lightly scratches down his chest to his happy trail.

“I love you more,” Jughead states before capturing her mouth in a kiss and slowly starts backing her towards the bed. “Is this one of the new bras?” he asks when the back of her knees hit his extra-long twin causing her to fall back.

Betty smiles while situating herself on the mattress and relaxes into the comfort of it, into the smell of Jughead that erupts when it’s rustled. The cotton of the comforter is so different than the delicate and too-expensive pink one on her bed that is itchy and heavy, and sometimes feels like it’s suffocating her.

She waits until Jughead is on his knees between her legs to answer. “Mhm, the mall was one of the places approved for us to go during our free time, and since no one knew me or would be able to tattle to my mother I may have gone a little overboard. I might have a lingerie kink, if that’s a thing?”

“I definitely approve of it if you do,” he tells her while simply looking down at her. “Remember, be vocal, baby,” he whispers before descending upon her.

He goes straight for their mark and attends to it thoroughly using his teeth and tongue, every lick and nibble causing Betty to moan and arch her chest closer to him. She grabs onto a hunk of his hair to do her best to keep him there.

“Hm, this is so pretty,” Jughead says against the lace of her bralette.

“Do you have a lingerie kink too?” Betty asks in a breath, a smile on her lips.

“On you? Definitely,” he states and pays attention to the mounds of her breasts, his lips gliding over them, teasing. “But I bet you look better without it.”

“What a line,” she says in a laugh as he slips his fingers behind her back, quickly setting her chest free. Jughead guides the undergarment down her arms then tosses it aside.

“Look at that, I was right,” he says and grins before continuing his journey down her body.

He licks and sucks and kisses, making her writhe and moan under his touch. By the time he reaches her panties Betty feels like a livewire, like electricity is coming from her fingertips and snapping in the air surrounding them.

“Juggie, take off my underwear,” Betty pleads as his mouth kisses around the edging.

“That’s what I like to hear,” he says against her hipbone before tugging the lace down.

Once it’s gone, Betty tries to ignore the feeling of being so exposed and bites her lip under his intense gaze. It’s the first time she’s ever been completely naked in front of Jughead, and she lets out a shaky breath to get rid of the nerves.

“I wish you could see you the way I see you,” Jughead murmurs.

“Back at you, babe,” she counters, making him smile.

He slides his hands down her legs, pulling them further apart. “You still want this?”

“God, yes,” Betty practically moans.

Jughead situates himself between her legs and before Betty can even start to get nervous (again) his fingers separate her bottom lips so he can lick up her slit.

“Holy—fuck!” Betty cries against the pillow and she’s sure there are literally sparks of electricity crackling in the air.

He likes the encouragement and repeats the action, this time flicking his tongue, making Betty grip the sheets and mewl for more.

Jughead takes his time with her, learning what she likes and what makes her tug on his hair or swear. He discovers what and where her clitoris is, making sure to pay special attention to it and Betty’s eyes just about roll back inside of her head. He does as he’s told until her hips are bucking and she’s begging for more.

“J—Jug,” she stutters, pulling on his hair until he realizes she wants something from him.

“What, is everything okay?” he asks and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, a sight that makes her stomach coil tighter.

“Jug, I want you to,” she stops and tries to catch her breath. “Finger me.”

Jughead nods. “Let me know if anything hurts or—”

“It won’t, but I will. It feels so amazing, Jug,” she assures him and while looking her in the eye Jughead takes his middle finger and gets it wet between her folds, his knuckle hitting her clit just right. “Jesus,” she moans, her head dropping back to the pillow.

“Actually, it’s Jughead,” he says and she can’t even find it in her to roll her eyes or make a snide comment in return. He sucks hard on her sensitive nub before his finger enters her.

It does feel weird at first, Betty thinks, but then he crooks his digit and hits a spot that makes her practically yelp. “There, Jug,” she says in a loud moan, “right there.”

He does as he’s told, flicking and sucking while rubbing the spot inside her. It feels so good Betty isn’t in control of her body, she can’t stop herself from begging for more or even trying to wiggle away because it feels too good. Jughead clamps an arm over her hips, keeping her still, and every time she manages to peer down at him he either looks like he’s devouring his favorite meal (and with his appetite that’s an honorable title) or his eyes are on hers, and it’s an extremely intimate feeling.

It’s their marks touching times a million, and then some.

“Jug, Jughead, I think I’m almost,” she says in pants and he speeds up his miniature thrusts inside her and in a matter of moments she’s screaming and trying to muffle it in his pillow.

Waves of pleasure wash through her, they are large and powerful, like a tsunami, destroying everything in its wake. And that’s how Betty feels, utterly wrecked. She knows she’s breathing heavy and that her throat is producing a hum she hasn’t consented it to do. It’s almost like she’s not in her own body, but floating above it.

No, flying.

Betty feels a light blanket come over her and Jughead cuddle up next to her.

“Thank you,” she sighs, and it’s the first action she has control of, but doesn’t think she’d be very useful doing much more just yet.

“For what, baby?” he asks and she shivers as his breath hits her sticky skin.

“For making me fly,” she answers with eyes still closed.

When Betty comes-to Jughead is rubbing her back and periodically kissing behind her ear.

“You are a very fast learner,” is the first thing out of her mouth and it makes Jughead chuckle. The rumble is welcome against her chest. “Jug, that was… wow, thank you.”

“And to think I’m just starting out,” he jokes and Betty nuzzles her face into his shoulder. “It sounds dumb, but I did research, sort of. I wanted to make sure it was good for you. You hear how so many girls fake it or whatever. I never want us to be like that.”

“It never will be,” Betty assures him. “You’ve never made me feel less than amazing, Jug. We’re learning together,” she tells him and kisses the corner of his mouth. “And, research? You mean you watched porn and called it research?”

“I read, actually. Surprisingly there are quite a few articles written on the art of eating out a woman. There were flow charts, diagrams, pictures of a clitoris, how to find the g-spot, and the best way to stimulate it. It’s the size of a nickel and three inches inside the vagina,” he informs her, his voice professional and matter-of-fact. “And, yes, I did watch some porn, merely for scientific purposes, not at all for personal reasons.”

“You’re so selfless,” Betty coos as she sits up on an elbow. “I bet you rewarded yourself for being so practical and making sure I’m taken care of.”

“I try very hard to be a good boyfriend,” he agrees.

She swings her leg over his hips and takes hold of his still hard erection. “I think you should be rewarded by me too. I mean, your research worked out so well.”

Jughead gasps and strokes the base. “Fuck, I—” he stops and bites his lip so hard she’s surprised there isn’t blood.

“You have lube, boyfriend? I’ve been doing research too,” she mentions with a wicked grin.

“Top drawer,” he grunts.

She puts a little in her hand and starts rubbing him up and down slowly. “This goes both ways, Jug, tell me what you like or want, okay?”

“I don’t think you understand just how much you merely being naked does to me,” he grits out as she starts twisting with her hands.

“If you’re still using big words I don’t think I’m doing so well,” she comments while stretching her body out with her head at his waist.

Betty takes her time exploring him too, kissing down the V at his hip bones, scratching at his happy trail, letting her breasts skim over his penis, her hair tickle his tip. Finally, when he’s gasping for more and she licks her lips and takes his cock into her mouth.

A string of curses slips from his lips as Betty’s head bobs. “Jesus Christ, Betty, holy shit!” he grunts, her cheeks hollowing out as she sucks. “Betty, I’m—you might want to,” he warns and Betty reaches for the box of napkins just in time.

“Fuck, did you do research too?” he gasps after Betty’s cleaned up his mess and tossed the napkins in the nearby trashcan, then settled back in against his side.

“Remember how I complained about my roommate for the internship because she never stopped talking? Well, she was very boy crazy, so I listened when I felt the information was useful.”

Jughead lets out a heavy breath and wraps his arms around her. “We make quite the pair the way we research and selectively hear, huh?”

Betty rubs her fingers over their mark and hums in agreement.

“Before I forget due to teenage hormones, I do have an actual present for your birthday,” he says as he’s already reaching into his nightstand, this time the bottom drawer.

“You didn’t have to get me anything, Jug, just seeing you is enough, and especially with what we just did—”

“I hope you don’t plan to only do this on special occasions, because I was hoping for some regularity,” he comments and Betty shakes her head at him. “You know how that new vintage store-slash-pawn shop that opened on the Southside?”

“Mhm, you couldn’t stop talking about the old camera you got there and how excited you are to develop the pictures in the dark room when school starts back up.”

“I found something else there, and I probably shouldn’t be spouting off about how I found it at a pawn shop like—”

“Jughead, shut up, I would love anything you got me because you got it for me,” she assures him. “And I hate when you spend money on me, so if it was expensive I’m going to kill you.”

“I’m not telling you how much I spent. Besides, with my working off and on for Fred all summer, along with the Drive-In, I have plenty of money saved up. Plus, I don’t have to worry about Jellybean financially anymore so it’s mine to do what I want with it.”

“All right, all right.”

“Well, I saw this and—honestly, I couldn’t stop thinking about it and how it was perfect, even though you hate the word,” he mumbles while handing her the little black box.

Betty sits up as she opens it. “Oh, my God, Jug,” she breathes, taking the ring out of the box. It’s silver and is made up of Celtic knots and comes together at the top with hands, a heart in the middle, and of course, a crown on top. “It’s beautiful, and yes, perfect.”

“It’s called a Claddagh,” he answers. “It’s Irish, it represents love, loyalty, and friendship. I thought it was perfect because even though you’re my girlfriend, you’re also my best friend, and you’re also so much more than both of those titles, you’re my soulmate. I’ve never known anyone so persistent, so stubborn, you’re always telling me how much I’m worth and how you’ll always be there for me. My parents never bothered to truly stick around, and even though I pushed you away time and time again before we marked you never budged. I know no matter what happens you’ll be there, by my side, and the same goes for you.”

Betty smiles and looks up at him. “And it has a crown on it,” she states.

“That helped,” he agrees, taking the ring from her and slips it up her left ring finger. “The story goes that when the heart is facing out it means your heart is free. But when it’s facing up, it means you’re taken, that you’re in love.”

Her eyes water as she stares at it. “It’s beautiful, I love it,” Betty whispers while wrapping her arms tight around his neck.

“Mm, I love you,” he says into her neck.

“I love you more,” she murmurs their mantra and tugs him back down to the mattress. “Do you want to take a nap then grab some Pop’s?”

“Mmm, if I didn’t already love you that would have done it,” he says with a light kiss to her forehead before closing his eyes.

*

“Jug,” Betty warns hours later without much heat to it. “Jughead.”

“Don’t threaten if you’re not willing to follow through,” he replies with a shrug that jostles her head.

“Juggie, it’s my birthday,” she reminds him softly in a timid voice that makes him crumble.

“Ugh, I like it better when you actually fight me, not when you have a legitimate excuse for me to give you what you want,” he sighs as he slides the plate of fries within her reach.

Betty smiles in victory before popping a small fry into her mouth. “Don’t worry, there’s always tomorrow,” she says cheerily, a stark contrast to her tone just a moment ago.

Jughead settles back against the booth and wraps his arm tighter around his girlfriend, shaking his head as she empties his never-ending fry plate. “I love that my appetite is rubbing off on you,” he comments. “That, or our actions earlier just left you positively famished.”

“Hm, Juggie, I love you, but you can read some books from our century, I promise you not all of them are like Twilight,” Betty responds with a hand over her mouth as she speaks because it’s still full of potato. “You’ll find that words like ‘famished’ are outdated.”

“So is chivalry, but you don’t seem to mind when I practice that.”

“That’s not outdated, it’s dead,” she corrects.

“Or is outdated? Progressive feminism is serious and we shouldn’t joke about it,” he says matter-of-factly and makes Betty giggle into his neck.

“Well, I got myself a chivalrous feminist, so who is the winner here?”

“Have you seen what you look like naked? I’m the winner in this relationship, always,” he responds without missing a beat. “Thanks, Pop,” he adds on as the old man drops off a new plate of fries and takes the old one.

“And I wouldn’t forget one of my favorite’s birthday,” the old man tells her as a waitress walks up with a tray holding two milkshakes, one for her and one for Jug, in their favorite flavors, of course.

“Pop, you didn’t have to!” Betty insists, but takes the milkshake happily, because no one ever turns down one of Pop’s milkshakes.

“I wouldn’t forgive myself if I forgot. Happy birthday, Betty,” he says and leaves them with a wink.

Betty takes a long sip from her vanilla milkshake and hums without realizing it. “There’s nothing like Pop’s milkshakes,” she sighs and slumps against Jughead’s side.

He nods in agreement, his on lips wrapped around the red and white straw.

“Mm, I don’t want to go home,” Betty whispers as she adjusts her head so Jughead’s chewing isn’t bothering her. “This has been the best birthday ever.”

“I don’t know, remember when your parents rented that bounce house thing? That was pretty awesome,” Jughead comments.

“You just liked that birthday because I insisted on wearing a crown and then made my mom buy you one, because if I was going to have a crown, then you needed one too,” she states.

“I remember Archie got jealous, so you made him one before the party and it was so bad,” her boyfriend says in a laugh.

“It was not bad! It was unique.”

“It was like the paper boat from It but on his head,” Jughead insists.

“Well, I felt bad. I didn’t want him to feel like he wasn’t my best friend too. He’s my best friend, but if I happened to pull a Princess Diaries somehow and become queen one day it’s you that would be king, not Archie, sorry.”

Jughead laughs before stopping abruptly. “Speaking of,” he says and Betty looks up to see their red-haired friend entering the diner with the football team. “You go say hi, I’m going to go to the bathroom,” he suggests and is gone before she can even answer.

Archie had spotted her almost immediately and is already at the booth when she stands up. “You’re back!” he exclaims before engulfing her in a hug.

“I am, since this afternoon,” she responds, but it’s muffled into his shoulder. “Wow, you grew too, and you’re… harder,” she says and playfully punches his pecs.

“Hey, all I did was load one pile of rocks into a wheelbarrow and then drop it off in another pile, and this is what happened,” he answers. “And, happy birthday. I have a present for you, but didn’t think I would be seeing you, so it’s at my house, sorry.”

“No worries, Arch, it’s not a big deal. I know where you live.”

He laughs at her lame joke. “I want to hear all about your internship, and I have so much to tell you too, but I gotta get back to the team.”

“You can sit with us for a bit, if the guys don’t mind. We’re aren’t staying much longer, my mom wants me home in time for cake or something,” Betty tells him.

He scratches the back of his neck and she sees red start to bloom on his skin. “Uh, nah, I don’t want to be rude. You guys have a good rest of your night, all right? I’m so glad you’re home, I missed you,” he says with another hug before jogging off to sit with the football team.

Just as he disappears, Jughead returns. “Hey, you ready to go? I don’t want to piss your mom off on your birthday.”

Betty turns with her eyes narrowed. “What’s going on?”

“Well, I was about to pay, but—”

“Don’t play stupid with me, Jughead Jones. Why are you and Archie not talking?”

“Who says we aren’t talking?” he questions while dropping some ruffled green bills on the table. “Here, you should take my flannel, the temperature dropped a little bit,” he suggests and is already holding it up for her to put on.

“Okay, if my observation was uncalled for before, it’s definitely not now. What’s going on?” she demands.

“Nothing, can we go? Your mom has cake waiting.”

Betty puts her arms through the black and white flannel and lets Jughead drag her out of the diner. When they hit the street Betty tugs on his hand to pull them to a halt.

“Betts—”

“No, I can do this now that we’re not in public: Forsythe Pendleton Jones the Third, what is going on with you and Archibald Andrews?” she demands.

“Hey, you didn’t say his full name! How come I get the full name treatment?”

“Because, I have a lot more power over you, and he’s not here.”

“Betty, it’s nothing. Really, we just—it’s nothing, okay?”

“Is this about how the trip during the fourth of July got cancelled? I mean, I was pissed too, but our parents wouldn’t let you come alone, but he got sick, it’s not like it was his fault,” she insists.

“It’s your birthday, can we do this tomorrow?”

“No, it’s my birthday, so I say you tell me now. What’s going on, Forsythe—”

“Stop with the full name, will you? Jeez,” he mumbles with a shudder. “And it’s—it’s between Archie and I, and you have to respect that. It’s our issue, you’re my soulmate, his best friend, we don’t want you in the middle.”

“I am in the middle, I’m your soulmate, and he’s our best friend. So maybe I’ll be objective and can tell you both you’re stupid so you’ll get over it before school starts.”

“Or, you can let us handle it as big boys and the adults we’re growing up to be?” he suggests.

“You’re really not going to tell me?”

“Betty, it’s not a big deal. He’s been busy with work, I’ve been busy with work and my dad, we’ll resolve it on our own time, in our own way. Okay?”

“No, not okay, tell me what happened and I’ll have it resolved by tomorrow. School starts in a week, I don’t want this still going on and—”

“Betty, please, just—I love you, but stay out of it, please, okay?” he pleads.

Betty considers his tired face and sighs. “I hate this. We’re the three musketeers.”

“I promise I’ll do my best to keep things as normal as possible, okay? You have my word.”

She nods before getting up on her tiptoes to kiss him quickly. “You know in a couple days I’ll be driven mad by the unknown and start to annoy you again, right?” she asks as they begin walking again, her suitcase rolling along behind them.

“Yeah, but I’m free of that for now, so,” he stops and shrugs. “Do you think your mom made the cake or bought it? She’s a damn good cook, but you’re definitely the baker in the family.”

Betty lets his change of subject slide and drops whatever is going on between him and Archie.

For now.

It’s not until over an hour later when Jughead is out the front door (with a promise to climb through her window later) that Betty can ask about her sister.

Upon coming home and seeing no Polly, Betty opened her mouth to ask what happened, but Alice Cooper gave her an infamous head shake that meant ‘not now’ and Betty knew not to poke the bear right then, even if it was her birthday.

“Well, he’s gone, even if he is family and should have been privy to the following conversation, because I’m going to tell him anyways, so I’m asking. Where’s Polly? You disconnected her phone more than three weeks ago, I haven’t talked to her in a month. Did you give her the letters I sent? She hasn’t been active on the internet or—”

“What Polly does is no longer up to us,” Alice interrupts.

“We haven’t had control over what Polly does in a long time,” her dad adds on.

“Can we stop being so cryptic? Is she okay? Where is she? Is the most intense quiet game going on or—”

“Polly isn’t here,” her mom cuts in again.

“Okay, where is she? Did you send her to Grandma’s or—”

“We gave her a choice, Betty, and she made one,” Hal tells her.

Betty feels her fists close, but manages to resist the urge to dig her nails in. “Can you just tell me where she is? What’s going on?”

“What do you think happened, Elizabeth? That damn Blossom boy, he—he,” her mom stops and turns away because showing negative emotion like this is not the Cooper way, in private or not.

“What did he do to her?” Betty demands, stepping forward with a hand over her heart. If Jason Blossom hurt her—Betty would gladly rip the redhead’s heart out.

“He took her away from us,” her dad says softly as he wraps his arms around her mom and the action is something so small, so simple, but so gentle and unusual for her parents that Betty is taken aback. They don’t usually show any kind of PDA, minimal or not.

“She left us for the Blossom’s,” Alice tells her, now turning back, her moment apparently over.

“You said she made a choice. So what, you just—you told a seventeen year old girl to pick between her boyfriend and her strict parents and expected the outcome to go in your favor? She’s… she’s Polly. She’s stubborn and leads with her heart and you just let her go? She’s not even an adult, she’s not thinking clearly, I mean,” Betty stops and sits on a dining room chair to collect herself.

“Betty, it’s not that simple. There are other factors—”

“Yeah, me! I’m the key factor here, and you sent me away!”

“No, you made a choice—!”

“Like Polly did? A choice that felt like mine, but was really orchestrated by you? Like everything in this family always is?” Betty questioned.

“Watch what you’re saying Betty,” her dad insists, his voice low and firm, a tone he only uses when her mother is under fire. “We are your parents and so deserve respect.”

“But you can’t—” Betty stops and stands again. “You can’t raise us to be strong and independent like you, then be angry when we want to assert that independence. I learned so much this summer, Mom, so much and parts of it were overwhelming in the best way, but most of the time I just wanted to be here. I wanted to be home with Jughead, painting my nails crazy colors with Polly, drawing on Archie’s face when he falls asleep first, and trying to get a byline at the Register. But I was gone because I felt like I had to do this internship to please you, to have an opportunity you never did, to never let you down. I was gone and I wasn’t here to keep the peace, to keep Polly in this family—”

“Polly made herself a new family,” her mom confesses, her eyes full of tears. “Polly got pregnant and we told her,” she stops to attempt to collect herself. “We told her to be smart, to not let this ruin her life, but she chose the Blossom’s, Betty. She chose that horrid family over her own flesh and blood.”

“Polly’s pregnant?” Betty whispers more to herself than her parents. “And, you told her—what did you want her to do?”

“Betty,” Hal murmurs with a ‘tsk’ in his voice, like she asked a stupid question.

“I can’t believe this—Polly’s in love with Jason and she got pregnant, and you expected her to just want to, what? Give it up for adoption, have an abortion? It’s her body, her baby, that makes it her decision,” Betty states forcefully.

“You think Polly’s responsible enough to raise a baby? She wasn’t responsible enough to not get knocked up! And you are going on the pill!” Alice tells her with a finger point.

“So that was it, huh?” Betty asks with a shrug. “You told her to get an abortion or get out?”

“We approved of adoption as well,” her father informs her, like that makes it okay.

“You just,” Betty stops and almost wants to laugh at the audacity of her parents. “You don’t get it. Polly’s your daughter! She’s your child, you’re supposed to be there for her, take care of her, and you tossed her aside for not doing what you wanted?”

“It’s not that simple,” Hal insists.

“It is though,” Betty tells him. “She’s your daughter, my sister, and you gave her up. You disconnected her phone, probably took all her electronics, did you even let her pack a bag, or did you just throw her out on the porch?”

“That’s enough, get upstairs, now,” Alice orders. “I won’t have you acting like this isn’t hard for you father and me as well.”

“Was it? Or did Polly break the image of the perfect Cooper family and it was a necessary evil to save face?”

“I said upstairs,” Alice roars and Betty flinches at the ferocity.

She shakes her head before ascending the steps two at a time, her hands in fists. In the throes of executing a full-on teenage tantrum she slams the door behind her, and squeezes her eyes shut.

How could they just turn their backs on her like that? Polly’s their firstborn, their daughter, and they let her go? Disowned her just like that?

Having one door between them didn’t feel like enough and so Betty goes into the bathroom and slams that one for good measure. She slides down to the floor and tries to keep her composure, but it’s impossible. Tears stream down her face as she muffles the sobs into her knees.

Polly’s gone? Moved out? Into that horrible castle they call Thornhill? That is a place ghost stories are made of. There were multiple urban legends in Riverdale about Thornhill—kids went in and never came out, the family members buried there haunted the grounds, the statues and gargoyles were real people that the Blossom’s hated and cured into stone, the list goes on and on, and Polly was living there?

Polly used to hold a flashlight to her chin under a blanket and tell Betty stories that made her almost wet the bed.

They were supposed to have one more year.

One more year before Polly left home for college. One more year together doing makeovers and giggling about their boyfriends. One more year of eating junk food during their periods and crying over stupid Lifetime movies. One more year of having someone in each other’s corner, knowing no matter what their parents did or said, they had someone on their side.

Polly said she would be okay, that Betty shouldn’t be worrying about her, that it should be the other way around.

“I’m the big sister,” she had said after Betty climbed into her bed the day before she left for Boston. “I’m supposed to worry about you, tell you to be safe, to hold a key between your fingers when you walk alone at night and to be smart,” she told her and smiled at her in a way that always made Betty feel calm. “I’m going to be fine with Mom and Dad, Betty. You go and experience everything you can. This is chance for you to get out from under their thumb like I always wanted. Don’t you pass it up because of me, don’t you dare.”

Polly said they would talk every day, and for about a month they did. They spoke once a day and sometimes even Facetimed, even if just for a few minutes. Then Betty had a busy day and realized she’d texted Jughead all day, but hadn’t heard from her sister. She called and there was no answer. She called again and again still with no answer.

Then, the next morning her phone was disconnected. Her Facebook deactivated. Her Instagram and Twitter silent.

Betty asked her parents what was going on, but was stonewalled every time. She wrote letters, asked Jug and Archie to look for her, to pass along messages, but they never saw her. Her letters went unanswered. Another phone number never supplied. Her parents deflected every question, gave her vague no-nonsense answers, and it was enough that Betty gave up.

She was to be home in a month, they would figure it out then.

But now they couldn’t. Her parents kicked her out, told her to choose between them and her child, and she chose the baby growing inside her. It’s a choice Betty supports, but did Polly think she wouldn’t? Is that why she hasn’t reached out?

Betty doesn’t realize that her hands are bleeding until she opens her eyes and sees the smudges on her jeans.

Quickly, she pulls out her cell phone and with shaking hands she presses her boyfriend’s smooshed face in the ‘favorites’ section of her contacts. It was a picture Kevin took of him, her hands squishing his cheeks together. He hated the picture, but she adored it.

He answers after one ring. “That was fast.”

“Juggie, I need you,” she manages and swallows the knot in her throat and it makes her ache.

“Okay, okay, I’m coming,” he says instantly. “I’ll be there in a—fuck,” he stops and there’s a crash. “A minute, okay?”

“Can we stay on the phone?” Betty whispers, it comes out more of a squeak.

“I only went to the treehouse, I’m literally almost there, just hold on for me.”

“My window should be unlocked. I’m—I’m in the bathroom,” she tells him. Betty scoots away from the door and leans against the sink so he can get in.

“I’m about to climb up and I need two hands, but I’ll be with you in less than sixty seconds, okay?” he promises and Betty nods even though he can’t see her and lets her phone drop when the line goes dead.

It’s only a moment before the door bursts open and Jughead’s panting in front of her. “Shit, I’m out of shape,” he dramatically wheezes, probably for her benefit.

Betty attempts to laugh, but it comes out a sob and quickly the door is shut behind him and he’s on her knees in front of her.

“C’mere,” he murmurs as he drops to his butt and lifts her into his lap so her legs are crisscrossed behind his back. “I’m here, and I have you, alright?”

Betty melts into his chest and lets herself finally really cry. Her body is wracked with sobs and she can’t hold them in, but she doesn’t have to. She knows she can unravel with Jughead and he’ll take care of her, that’s something she never has to worry about.

How could they just let Polly go?

Jughead rocks her back and forth, one of his hands rubbing up and down her back, the other holding her hands between them, making sure they aren’t digging in anymore.

She’s completely limp in his lap, her hands included. He has that effect on her, to make her pain feel shared, more manageable, like it will never fully consume her because he won’t allow it.

“It’s Polly, isn’t it?”

Betty nods against his collarbone, her cries now lessened to sniffles.

Jughead gives her temple a series of kisses and uses both arms to hold her tight, apparently now sure she won’t hurt herself. “Is she okay? Polly?”

“She’s pregnant. They told her to get rid of it or get out,” she supplies. “She moved in with the Blossom’s.”

“Fuck, baby, I’m so sorry,” he murmurs against her skin. “That’s… not right.”

“I’m proud of her,” Betty admits while pulling away and wiping her face. “She did what was best for her and the baby. She did the right thing, the same thing I would have done in that position.”

“I know.”

“How could they just give her up like that? And why hasn’t she tried to contact me? Doesn’t she know I’m always on her side? She’s my sister—” Betty chokes out and wills herself to stop crying, to stop feeling so weak.

“Maybe she didn’t want to put you in the middle,” Jughead offers, his forehead resting on hers. “I never wanted Jellybean in the middle.”

“But I’ve always been in the middle, what makes this different?”

“I don’t—I don’t know,” he sighs. “But, I promise I’ll help you figure it out. We’ll ask around for her new number, try to get Cheryl to notice we exist, but honestly what help will she really be? She likes to play with people’s emotions rather than help. Hell! We can get straight to the point and sneak into Thornhill, I’m down for a little breaking and entering.”

Betty can’t help but chuckle as she attempts to clean herself up. Makeup is probably streaking down her face, and after crying so hard she has a headache, plus feels gross from traveling.

“You’d really storm Thornhill’s gates for me?” she asks, her voice light and eyes blinking.

“How many times do I have to tell you I’d do anything for you? Just like you’d do anything for me,” Jughead murmurs while bumping their noses together. Betty opens her mouth, but he cuts her off before she even begins. “Except tell you what’s going on with me and Archie. Boundaries, babe,” he adds on as an afterthought.

Betty shakes her head at him. “I wasn’t going to even mention that,” she insists. “I was going to ask if you would shower with me, since you said you’d do anything,” she informs him. “I feel gross and… I want to be close to you.”

“Baby, this is one of those things where if I ever say no something is wrong with me,” he tells her.

She smiles weakly, then just holds her arms up like a little kid. Jughead takes the hint and slips her shirt off.

They undress each other innocently and Betty gets the shower ready before stepping in and holding a hand out to Jughead for him to join her, that she’s sure this is what she wants to happen, because she knows he worries.

He closes the shower door behind him and Betty pulls him under the warm spray, their hair becoming matted to both their heads, and goosebumps breaking out over their skin.

“What do we do now?” Betty asks softly with her lips grazing over his heart, and she lightly kisses their golden crown splashed across his heart.

“What we always do,” he responds as he cups her jawline with his now large, strong hands. “Figure it out. Together.”

*

So many things had changed when Betty was gone. It made her wish she never went to Boston, never left when things at home were so fragile, apparently in more ways than one.

Polly was unreachable, for now. Thornhill was serious business, it even had security, and just showing up was last on the list of her ideas for how to get in contact with Polly. Her and Jug were likely to be strip searched or just thrown out on their asses, hopefully the latter in all honesty.

Betty wasn’t even sure the situation with Polly was fixable, but all she really wanted was her sister back, in some shape or form.

But the situation with Archie and Jug? That was tangible, that was something she could fix, because boys are stupid and Archie is so much more easily crackable than Jughead. However, it does take almost a week to get Archie to hang out with her because it’s like he knows she’s going to try and do something about it.

“I can’t believe our sophomore year starts tomorrow, can you believe it?” he asks as soon as they sit down and after they nodded to Pop for their usual’s.

“I can’t believe it took a week for you to finally hang out with me,” Betty counters and gets that signature Archie eye-roll and wide smile combo in return. “I was gone for two months and you treat me like some old, tossed aside… I don’t know, football or something.”

He reaches across the table and squeezes her hand. “I missed you, Betty, I did, you know I did,” he assures her. “Not in the same way as Jughead, and probably not as much, to be honest, but I did. I was busier than him though, so,” he stops and shrugs as he slouches in the booth. “Tell me all about it. I can’t believe you met Toni Morrison! You must have freaked.”

“I did, I really did, you would have laughed at me,” she agrees.

Of course, things changed with Archie too, because why wouldn’t they? Everything changed when she was gone and she wasn’t around to see any of it, or prevent any of it.

But Archie’s change is good, at least Betty thinks so. He has a great voice, which she is aware of since she has continued the joy of overhearing him belt out boyband songs when their windows are open. Plus, he’s putting his guitar lessons to good use, and it’s another thing to help keep him out of trouble and hopefully it means he won’t fall in love every other month like he usually does.

She waits until dessert to make her move, because it’s only polite to make small talk and catch up first.

“I can’t take it anymore, what’s going on with you and Jug?” she demands, and must have been louder than she thought because Archie jumps in surprise.

“Betty…”

“No, don’t you ‘Betty’ me, Archibald, it took me a week to get you to hang out with me because we can’t all hang out together—”

“Hey now, that’s not true. I’ve been busy with football practice, and I just told you I’m working on music. It takes a lot of dedication, especially since I’m getting into it late in the game,” he insists.

“No, no don’t do that. We’ve always been busy, Arch. I have a million extra-curriculars, you have sports and girls, and Jughead has me and his isolation stuff, but we always managed to get together. Even if it meant we were all just sitting in the same room quietly because we have stuff going on. I’m keeping us together throughout high school and beyond, okay? And I won’t have you and Jug ruin it over some stupid boy fight, I won’t!” she told him, getting more forceful as she went.

“Betty, it’s not on you to—”

“But it is!” she cuts him off and realizes she’s getting worked up and her nails are resting on her scabs ready to sink in.

No, she wasn’t going to do that. She was going to be vocal and use her words and learn to cope better like her and Jug talked about. Or, started talking about at least. It’s a process.

“Betty—”

“We’re best friends, Archie, not just the two of us, not just him and me and not just you and him. All three of us are best friends, the three musketeers, and I don’t want it ruined. You two are,” she stops and sighs. “You two are my family and I don’t… sometimes I feel like you guys are all I have and,” she looks down to stare at her angry yellow scabs. “I can’t lose you.”

“Betty, hey,” he murmurs and she looks up, not realizing tears welled up in her eyes. “Jughead and I aren’t going anywhere, I promise.”

She wipes her nose and nods. “I don’t want you to think I’m being selfish,” she admits.

“Betty, you are the least selfish person I know,” he assures her. “Don’t worry, just give us some time and we’ll figure it out. I’ll be better, I’ll make sure we spend more time together and nothing changes too much, alright? Our friendship is a priority; believe me when I say that.”

“I do,” she whispers and sniffles. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to put you on the spot,” she apologizes, and he gives her a look. “Okay, I did, but I didn’t mean to cry as I did.”

“No worries, one of my best friends being a girl has made me very in touch with my emotions,” he teases.

“Arch, sometimes I think you’re too in touch with emotions,” Betty responds and he laughs, but stops abruptly after the bell above Pop’s door rings. Archie seems like he’s enchanted, or under some spell.

Betty turns and sees a brunette around their age entering the diner. She’s wearing all black and even from far away Betty can tell the pearls around her neck are expensive.

“I’m here to pick up an order for Lodge,” she announces as Pop walks by her.

“Two burgers, be ready in one sec,” the old man assures her.

The girl looks over at the two of them and, of course, Archie is still mesmerized. “How are the onion rings here, if you don’t mind my asking?” she asks.

Archie’s mouth opens, but nothing comes out.

“They’re great,” Betty speaks up. “Everything here is amazing.”

The girl smiles. “Thanks, some onion rings too, please!” she calls over to Pop, who nods. “I’m Veronica Lodge,” she introduces herself.

Betty’s eyes fill with know. She should have known, or at least guessed. The school called her two days ago. “Oh, I’m Betty Cooper, I’ll be your peer mentor this year, I guess,” she tells her.

“I prefer the term ‘friend,’” Veronica insists with a kind smile.

“Friend, okay,” Betty agrees and they both look to Archie who is still staring. “This is Archie Andrews.”

“Archie… Andrews,” he echoes and licks his lips. He holds his hand out and Veronica takes it to shake, and that’s when Betty notices delicate white gloves on the raven-haired girl’s hands.

“Well, Betty Cooper and Archie Andrews, I guess I’ll be seeing you,” she says and is gone as fast as she came.

As Betty literally watches Archie drool at her silhouette, she can’t help but think that she better get used to change, because this year is going to bring a lot of it.

To be continued….

Notes: The timeline is going to slow for the time being because I have a good bit planned for them at these ages and it's when we see them on the show, so, yeah. Welcome to the fun, Veronica Lodge ;) ALRIGHT - don't be mad at me because technically it's the 13th (maybe the 12th for some of you depending on timezones) so it didn't take me a whole month to update because the last one was on the 14th so HA. JK - I went through a pretty bad depression spell where all I did was work, eat, and sleep and it was rough there for a minute. I was struggling, but I'm coming out of it and I'm trying to continue to do so. Thanks for hanging in there with me and sending asks on my tumblr about my progress or motivating me. You have no idea how much it helps just to know someone is thinking about my writing and telling me its worth pursuing. ALSO - my brother had a baby on the 10th! So I had two days of babylovin' meaning I wouldn't leave him alone. He's the CUTEST (kind of, I mean he's my third nephew and they're all cute so) and he was a BIG boy, 10lbs! Jandy got pics, ask her how cute he is because he's so CUTE. & - as always, shout out to @jandjsalmon for beta-ing and making the aesthetic and for dealing with me when I was a low mope and on a baby high - she's the best and deserves praise, applause, and possibly alcohol or whatever she enjoys immensely.  Lemme know your thoughts!!

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How Can I Choose The Best Service Platform To Build Up My Own Mobile Applications?

Hey all, 

I hope you all are safe in this COVID-19 pandemic. Unfortunately the sudden lockdown has made all our lives a little worse, making us feel distressed on acquiring our daily routines like tasting our favorite food, buying the trendy apparels, moving out for purchasing groceries, medicines and electronic gadgets. I pretend that the mobile applications which assist us still get these routines, even without the need for moving out and here comes a huge demand for the well-known  performing applications like Amazon, Swiggy, Zomato in the market.

 Now  it's easy for you to catch up with the topic which I have rendered

Whatever the situation people always glued to prefer using hand-held smartphones where the significance of easy accessibility to the mobile apps plays out the role. As an entrepreneur you might have a dream of building your own mobile applications to serve needy people worldwide. But you never know where to start off and to whom you choose trust worthily to develop that mobile application. As every entrepreneur before planning to start a business with a service company, used to look the success rate of their business profile and the reach of their services on market and healthy relationship among  customers

 To eliminate your confusion and to satisfy the above said aspects, 

Here I’m suggesting you the best service providing platform, which serves as One-box solution in aiding you to build mobile applications with ease and hassle-free manner.

 Who are Trioangle ?

Trioangle Technology, the dignified team of pre-eminent young developers excels in rendering the software application products and services to enhance the business growth of customers and business clients worldwide. The foremost aim of Trioangle is to deliver the products and services as per the client requirements. Trioangle technology serves as a hub provider of services for all kinds of business models by providing multivariate services like web application development, digital marketing, software testing, graphic design and blockchain services.

What makes Trioangle’s products stand unique?

Here is the glimpse of triumphantly crafted software applications of Trioangle for various business models with huge demand in the online market, which resembles as the best testimonial to take into consideration.

Taxi booking application

The online taxi booking application has the core features identical to Uber and this application surges a huge impact for the taxi booking business. The taxi booking application from Trioangle is available for both iOS and android platform where the users can enjoy the multiple features of application like peak pricing, geo location fencing, in app chat, call masking, ‘save Our soul’ button,Heat map etc.,

E-commerce application

The best e-commerce clone script for the multi-vendor where the single platform allows multi-vendors to sell their products and even users can engage with social media to buy their products. The e-commerce application is available for both IOS and android with multiple features like multiple language, multiple currency, multiple upload environment, easy product search etc.,

Dating application

The dating script application twinkles in the modern era is available in both IOS and android, in which the people can select their matching pair to date with. The dating application has unique features like unlimited matches, boost option, super like feature, location change, profile control.

 Online car rental business

Online car rental script has a core feature similar to Airbnb clone (rental script).The car rental business connects the business owners with car-owners and riders. It is a perfect script for car renting / car sharing for rentals available in both IOS and android platforms with astonishing features like instant booking, car delivery location module,similar listing option, social media integration, Arabic language integration etc.,

Online food ordering and delivery application

The well-structured online food ordering and delivery script from Trioangle is the application that connects business owners with the restaurants and  eaters. It has a profitable success towards rendering the users with features like  push notification, live tracking, rating and review, multiple payment options and some more.

Online classified business

The online classified script application connects business owners with buyers and sellers  who wish to sell or buy all kinds of second hand stuff. The online classified business has features like multiple listing,advanced filter option, location based search, message support, multiple payment gateway and much more. 

Online alcohol delivery business

Online alcohol delivery script ignites the wine ordering business with features like quick advanced search, order scheduling option, shop status, ratings and review and much more.

The Success venture of Trioangle surpass beyond your expectation as it pursue to deliver the mobile application for all kind of business models like tow trucking, grocery delivering, pharmacy delivering, boat rental, hotel booking, property rental, space rental and much more  by using high-end technologies which helps to build the application for Android, Ios, Ipad, React native, Flutter, Android UI/UX, Iphone UI/UX, Phonegap, Ionic and Apache cordova mobile applications.

Wrapping Up :

Alright, now we are at the conclusion part of the blog. I believe the information furnished above guides you to choose the best mobile application service provider.

Escalate your business profitably with Trioangle!

To know more visit :(https://www.trioangle.com/mobile-development-services/)

Feel free to contact us : sales@trioangle.com

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What is NGK  blockchain? How to build the strongest brand for blockchain 3.0 ecological application ?

Over the years, blockchain technology has been widely recognized and applied globally, and the related digital currency has also entered the mainstream view. The development potential of digital currency is huge, and the importance of digital currency is becoming more and more prominent in society at present.

Once upon a time,10,000 bitcoins were worth just one pizza, but now 10,000 bitcoins are enough to free your wealth in minutes. It can be seen that the choice of a very potential and strength of the digital currency, research will be done fully, will take a long-term view, will maximize the pattern, is the first choice for each currency participants to invest now.

NGK EcoCoin is such an excellent option.

NGK ecological blockchain is born noble, with its own halo. It is invested by USA International Covenant, developed by the top technology team in Silicon Valley, and strategically assisted by the Financial Services Authority Management Committee. As an international ecological blockchain, NGK upholds the principles of openness, stability, efficiency and safety, and will always realize industry as the basis, driven by efficient technology, and shared economy as the strategy. NGK ecological blockchain "debut is the peak" model.

 Seek for opportunities, seize up wealth

Global ecological layout, safe and reliable, professional team, uses first

 NGK practices a high degree of openness and thorough decentralization, allowing each participating individual to exert his or her own strength and gain a sense of participation, social satisfaction from it, of course, the most important thing is to enjoy the dividends of the new technology in the blockchain and obtain huge wealth, especially the ecological coin dividend.

NGK EcoCoin, through the blockchain of the initial smart contract, issues a constant distribution of a total of 1 billion, the initial 60 million for developer construction, foundation awards and ecological construction, the remaining is dig through the way of mining blocks. NGK ecological coin is the hub of the blockchain, and the whole NGK blockchain system uses NGK to operate. NGK ecological blockchain with its "low threshold, low risk, high returns" these three core advantages, in NGK, users will be secure, stable, long-term investment environment and return on investment.

NGK is a decentralized blockchain system, its mission is to promote the large-scale landing of technology commercial applications, let the blockchain into thousands of households. At present, the world has been in the new energy, winery, finance, digital economy, sports, biotechnology, entertainment, real estate has achieved the scene application. It enables the original token NGK in the eight major plates, the original token NGK can be paid to buy mall products in exchanged, unified settlement.

NGK owns a complete ecological coin ring and strong blockchain double ecological layout. The goal is to create a system of blockchain that anyone around the world can apply efficiently, and to create a new generation of interconnectedness across borders.

 NGK will focus on the four major ecological constructions:

Self-build a decentralized exchange. A decentralized exchange can be built on decentralized exchanges on their own, and independently decide on online asset and trading pairs to realize everyone's dream of opening an exchange.

Release DeFi application. Users can publish their own DeFi applications on the NGK, open up distributed financial scenarios, and strive to reduce the entry threshold of the blockchain, so that finance benefits the general public.

Issue digital assets. NGK allows any user to issue their own digital assets based on the blockchain. Moreover, the algorithmic stable coin USDN based on smart contract is migrated to the NGK to realize the crossing of the age of blockchain.

Digital asset related functions. Based on NGK will launch market data, blockchain browser, project incubation alliance, new derivatives and other rich ecology. Like all the stars twinkled around the bright moon, these strengths shine NGK.

NGK is proved with strength with first-class background team for technical support, authoritative media at home and abroad to conduct publicity and promotion, mature and unique consensus promotion mechanism as the theoretical basis, as well as with the entity to enable the core competitiveness of digital currency to enhance the value of the currency. Do not exaggerate, NGK blockchain can be regarded as the representative signboard of blockchain 3.0 ecological applications

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Yard Layout With Hot Peppers.

As autumn advances and also temperature levels decline, this's time to obtain your backyard ready for winter season. You develop visual passion and the illusion of additional room if that narrows at the outermost component of the garden away off you. Although, a tropical landscape may call for even more care in temperate climes, that can award you many times over along with its lavish charm. A trio from rust-look iron containers have been used in both the face as well as back backyard to include elevation and also passion as well as are actually grown along with mandevilla. Nevertheless, the yard from a sizable real estate or a terrific house could be higher a social playground. Needed to show you my spitting frog ... He provides only enough soft water sounds to create the yard enchanting ... I possess a few twinkle illuminations concealed with the fern, merely to lose a little lighting on him. And also as a token of a fabulous occasion, Blue Gardens also delivers an assortment of stunning vegetations and also florals as wedding or even occasion giveaways in keeping with the backyard style.

An exotic garden normally happens in locations that have higher humidity and temperature levels. A professional garden enthusiast are going to help you prevent such concerns and switch the backyard in to a safe and also pleasurable spot for everyone. Making sure maximum wheelchair, these may be easily put up in your backyard as well as may be completed easily at the same time.

Likewise, if you need countless backyard seats, for family or even amusing, that will definitely raise the rate quite swiftly. Cold frame horticulture maintains veggie plants at least TWENTY degrees warmer than the temperature level outdoors. I possess much more blooms in my garden currently which were actually not but there certainly when I created this hub. I reckon this little pest was actually divided off a much bigger pack hectic devouring somebody else's landscape. Purchase native bushes and also small trees for evaluating off workplace as well as to break down up the backyard. In its annual document, the Madison Square Yard Company is actually referred to as a fully-integrated sporting activities, media and enjoyment company. When it comes to those not shielded through aw, perhaps hard to warrant growing fruit product trees, for they might be had just before the first produce. I soon obtained myself a project helping at a local area exclusive garden which ready for andresplatz147311.soup.io the general public at weekends. Yet another explanation for choosing to have actually a wood increased bed yard is actually if you wish to grow a details plant that needs acid ground, while your garden soil is actually alkaline or even the other way around, it is actually less complicated to create an increased bed as well as modify the soil pH in simply this tiny area.

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Bengaluru mass molestation survivors: First time ever we felt unsafe

For decades together, Brigade and MG road have been the hub of celebrations especially during New Year's eve. Thousands of revellers descend on this area to watch the roads all decked up with twinkling and colourful lights. But more than all that, it was to be a part of the free-for-all celebrations that take place.

This year was no different, however, something else also took place that shammed the city all over the world. The city woke up to reports on January 2 of multiple cases of molestation in the local media. Pictures of hapless young girls standing near policemen or being shielded by their male friends did the rounds.

Many victims did run for help to the local policemen stationed at the spot but yet no formal complaints were filed and the offenders were never booked. And to make matters worse, the Home Minister Dr G Parameshwara was quoted as saying, 'Such incidents do happen on New Year's eve and Christmas and that they do take a lot of precautions.'

Also read - Bengaluru nightmare: On New Year's Eve, women molested as cops watched; no cases filed yet

2 young girls who were present on that evening somehow managed to garner courage and speak to India Today. What they went through was nothing short of a nightmare.

'We went to St. Patrick's Church to pray so that the year begins well but once we left the church, a group of drunk men teased and molested us on Museum Street' is what one young girl said. She was pushed around and pinched on her thighs. Another girl along with her was shoved to the ground and made fun of. 'That is when I elbowed a man and his beer bottle fell on the ground and he then began to threaten me,' she added. It was luck that an auto passed by and stopped next to them that they could escape from the spot.

Another working professional who was partying on MG road, left at around half past 12 to meet her friend near the Fame Shankarnag theater. While walking on the footpath, she recounted how the men who were mostly drunk kept brushing against and touching her as they passed by. 'I got so used to the touching that all I wanted to do was reach my friend,' she told us. When she was near Barton Centre, she was pushed to the ground. 'I did not know who did that but all I could see were these men laughing around me,' she said adding, 'I then found a group of young girls with their male friends and took their help.' She managed to reach her friend a while later and the moment she saw him, she told us that she hugged him and cried right there in full public view.

Also read: Bengaluru molestation happened because nudity in fashion: SP's Abu Azmi

These were just two instances of what young working professionals had to go through on New Year's eve. Many more had to face the torture of being touched inappropriately, groped, pushed and had lewd comments passed on them.

What is surprising in many cases was that the women were not drunk and were there to celebrate the New Year with their friends at the most happening place in the city. But this incident has certainly left a scar on them forever. 'Is it wrong to be born as a woman that we have to face all this,' is what they both asked us.

After living in Bengaluru for more than 5 years and being regular pub goers, this was the first time they faced such an ordeal. They tell us that they always found the city safe so much so that they stopped carrying their pepper sprays.

'There is a martial arts school near my home and I will enroll for classes immediately,' is what one girl tells us saying she cannot depend on the police to help them in times of crisis and that this was the very first time they felt unsafe in Bengaluru.

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Movies typically show romantic travel in places like Paris, New York, or Rome.

In reality, all couples have their own vision of romance. For one, it is a walk on a beach while for another, it could be hiking on the Alps. And sometimes, you find romance in the most unexpected of cities, such as in Vancouver. This coastal town brings together the best of the mountains, beaches, and a lively city culture. The fairytale setting is perfect to spend time with a loved one. Read on for a list of romantic things to do in Vancouver for a memorable couples getaway.

1. Romantic cruise along the Pacific Ocean

Go on a romantic evening cruise on the Pacific Ocean. The ever-changing views of the enchanting West Vancouver shoreline will melt your partner’s heart. This cruise starts in the evening, during sunset and ends with a dinner buffet on the sea. You get to see the beautiful golden sunset, with dulcet music playing in the background. Enjoy an expansive, unlimited, West Coast-themed buffet dinner. There’s also the option of dancing on the deck in the starlight.

2. Cosy stroll through Victoria city and Butchart gardens

This 13-hour day tour is perfect for a romantic couples activity. Go on a scenic ocean journey to the fascinating city of Victoria, a picture-perfect town. Named after Queen Victoria of England, it is among the oldest cities in the Pacific Northwest, with beautiful historical buildings. Stroll through the city as your guide regales you with romantic stories and anecdotes about the architecture. Woo your lover with flowers during a stroll through the colourful blooms in the Butchart Gardens.

3. Vancouver stories and dazzling Canyon Lights

Explore the highlights of downtown Vancouver with an experienced guide. This five-hour tour shows you the highlights of Vancouver: famous monuments such as the 2010 Olympic Cauldron, the creative Vancouver Arts District, Robson Street a hip fashion hub, Stanley Park with the 1000-acre (404.7 hectares) urban rainforest, and Granville Island market. During the holiday season, the suspension bridge is decorated with Canyon Lights. The suspension bridge, Stanley Park, Treetops Adventure, and CliffWalk are all decorated with endless magical lights twinkling in a symphony of colours. And, there’s also a gigantic living Christmas tree. It is a moment right out of a romantic movie!

4. Action-packed date in Grouse Mountain

This Alpine tour is perfect for a couple looking for a fun-filled date in the lap of nature. You drive across the Lions Gate Bridge to the Capilano Suspension Bridge. From the bridge, you’ll take a Skyride to the Grouse Mountain alpine area. There is a short orientation walk to help you get an understanding of the area. After that, you are left to yourselves to bask in nature and enjoy a stunning sunset over the English Bay. You can also decide to go for one of the short hiking trails such as the dramatic Cliffhanger Walk. The tour includes complimentary access to snowshoeing, ice-skating, Theatre in the Sky, and other seasonal attractions.

5. A romantic Sea-To-Sky tour

Spend the day with your loved one exploring the raw beauty of British Columbia’s wilderness. Feel the love in the air, as you explore the fairy-tale seaside village of Horseshoe Bay. Take a photograph beside the majestic Shannon Falls, hold hands as you take the Sea To Sky gondola and walk across the 210 feet (64 meters) high Sky Pilot Suspension Bridge. You also get to explore an interesting, underground Britannia Mine Museum. You and your special someone will surely remember this experience.

6. An exciting sea plane ride

A ride in the clouds that takes you over the hanging glaciers, shimmering lakes, and knife-edged ridges of Mount Mamquam. In summer, you get to land on a secret alpine lake for a few minutes to have a closer look at the clear water of a secret alpine lake. With only 14 people in the group, you get personal attention from your guide as well as an introduction to the geography of the Alpine mountains. The bird’s eye view of these snow-clad ranges will have your adrenaline pumping

7. Skyride surf adventure at Grouse Mountain

If you and your partner enjoy soaring heights, then this scenic Skyride to Peak Chalet with a 5282-feet (1609 meters) ascent is perfect for you. Ride inside the fully enclosed cabin or to feel the wind on your faces, stand in the open-air platform above. Enjoy the stunning panoramas of the coastal mountains. It is the perfect spot for those romantic photographs. There is a guide who provides an interesting talk on key landmarks at Peak Chalet. As there is a ride every 30 minutes, you can easily fit this into your travel itinerary.

8. A dreamy walk in VanDusen Botanical Garden

Plan a date in the 55-acre (22.3 hectares) VanDusen Botanical Garden. The garden is beautiful all year round. There are two restaurants in the park, however, meals are not included in the entrance fee. The natural beauty of the park is enhanced by the sculptures scattered throughout the property. For some fun time, tackle the maze hedge! You can easily get away from the crowds here, in one of the many unfrequented alleys and secluded nooks. Walk through the dreamy pathways flanked by a variety of plants and whisper sweet nothings to each other.

9. Magical flight from Vancouver to Whistler

As Vancouver locals will tell you, visiting the Alpine village of Whistler is a magical experience. You get ample time in Whistler, as the flight starts from the Vancouver Harbour Floatplane Centre quite early (by 9 am). After a 40 minute flight over the scenic Coal Harbour and up the Georgia Strait, you will land near a glacier lake, the Green Lake. From the lake, there is a complimentary shuttle bus ride to the pedestrian-only Whistler village. Spend the day here with your partner. Stop by the cafes, restaurants, shops, and galleries as you stroll along its stone walkways. Remember, you have to book a return flight which is not included in this tour. This scenic flight is a once-in-a-lifetime experience that you can always cherish as a couple.

10. Capture your journey though perfect photos

Three is not always a crowd. This vacation, follow the travel trend of having your own personal travel photographer. Enjoy Vancouver while your local photographer gets shots of you in some of the best locations. Leave the angles, lighting, and timing to the professionals. Focus on each other instead! This private photoshoot provides you with photographs that bring out the best in you, set in some of the most beautiful backdrops that capture the essence of Vancouver. All the tour photographers are experienced professionals who will put you at ease. Treat yourself to this personal souvenir that will forever preserve your romantic vacation memories. Come home with a set of brilliant photos to share on social media, with friends, and family.

Read also: Top 9 things to do in Echigo Yuzawa, Nigata

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