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wizardsreviews · 1 year ago
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The Rise of E-Bike Shops: Why Electric Bikes are Getting Appeal
Electric bikes, likewise called e-bikes, has acquired appeal in the last few years. These bikes, powered by an electric motor and pedalling, provide a practical and effective means of transportation for urban commuters and outdoor enthusiasts. With the growing need for e-bikes, there has also been a rise in the number of specialized e-bike stores. Here’s why electric bikes are gaining appeal: 1.…
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hamletthedane · 2 months ago
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matzah ball save me…save me matzah ball soup…
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raiiny-bay · 9 months ago
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opened blender just to look at them
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frogman-inator2000 · 1 year ago
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Pt 2 with more tags
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cherylcompton3310 · 8 days ago
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Exciting Innovations in the E-Bike Industry: Spotlight on DYU!
Hey everyone! I thought it would be great to start a discussion about the amazing advancements in the e-bike industry, particularly focusing on the fantastic brand DYU. Their e-bikes are not only stylish but also incredibly efficient, making them perfect for urban commuting and leisurely rides.
DYU has been at the forefront of creating innovative e-bikes that cater to all types of riders. Whether you’re looking for a compact model for city travel or a robust bike for weekend adventures, DYU has something for everyone. Plus, shopping for these incredible e-bikes is super easy at their online store!
So, let’s share our experiences and thoughts about DYU and their e-bikes. What features do you love the most? Have you found any favorite models? Let's celebrate the joy of riding and the future of transportation together!
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martin-gonsales · 13 days ago
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Exploring the E-Bike Scene in the UK
Are there any recommended stores in the UK that specialize in electric bicycles?
I’m excited to hear about the latest models and features!
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samanthakelly5274 · 2 months ago
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Exploring the E-Bike Revolution with DYU
Hi everyone! I'm excited to share my journey into the e-bike world, particularly focusing on the amazing brand DYU. With its sleek designs and innovative technology, DYU offers some great options in the e-bike market. I'm looking for an e-bike online store that provides a variety of models to choose from, especially those that are perfect for commuting and leisure rides. If anyone has recommendations or experiences with DYU, feel free to share! Thanks!
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ecocyclesshop · 8 months ago
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Explore Eco-Friendly Adventures - Buy Electric Mountain Bikes Online at Ecocycles Shop
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Discover the thrill of eco-friendly commuting and adventurous rides with our range of high quality e bikes. At Ecocycles Shop, we offer a variety of electric mountain bikes designed for both urban commutes and off-road adventures. Whether you're looking to buy an electric mountain bikes online for tackling rugged trails or simply seeking a convenient, sustainable mode of transportation, we have the perfect ride for you. 
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paradiselifeebikesblogs · 1 year ago
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Unleash Your Inner Explorer: Discover Dunedin, Florida's Hidden Gems with Paradise Life E-Bikes!
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If you're on the hunt for an adventure that's more than just your average vacation, get ready to pedal your way through the enchanting streets of Dunedin, Florida, like never before. Buckle up – or rather, saddle up – because we're about to introduce you to the exhilarating world of Paradise Life E-Bikes. From the shores to the marina, we're your ticket to exploring all the captivating corners of Dunedin with a dash of electric excitement!
E-Bikes: Your Key to Effortless Adventure
Imagine cruising along Dunedin's picturesque paths, feeling the breeze on your skin, and conquering hills like they're mere speed bumps – all thanks to the magic of e-bikes! At Paradise Life E-Bikes, we're not just renting bikes; we're giving you the tools to create memories that'll last a lifetime.
Why Paradise Life E-Bikes?
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Navigating Dunedin's Tapestry on E-Bikes
Hold onto your handlebars, because we're about to whisk you away to some of Dunedin's most alluring spots:
Honeymoon Island State Park: Follow the Pinellas Trail to Honeymoon Island, where sandy shores, turquoise waters, and playful dolphins await your arrival.
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wizardsreviews · 1 year ago
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 The Growing Popularity of Electric Bikes: Checking Out the
Increase of Electric Bike Shops Over the past decade, electric bikes, likewise referred to as e-bikes, have rapidly gotten popularity among commuters and recreational bicyclists. These battery-powered bikes offer many advantages, making them an attractive option for individuals looking for an eco-friendly and practical mode of transport. As a result, the demand for electric bikes has surged,…
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luveline · 7 months ago
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Hey Jade!!! I was just wondering if you could do a soulmate au with Spencer please? Maybe something along the lines of those cheesy ones like the first words are tattooed on or they have the same tattoo idk, whatever you u feel like 😊
—Spencer meets his soulmate. You’re as lovely as he’s always pictured. fem, 1.3k
Someone will love me one day.
Spencer must think it a thousand times. When he has to put his mom in the sanitarium and he feels more alone than he ever has in his life, he knows one day someone will love him anyways. When he gets called ugly, too skinny, nerd, dork, and a handful of words that are even worse, he knows one day someone will say the opposite. He won’t be alone forever.
He was two when they appeared, dark black cursive words tucked against his pulse. Spencer felt ugly nearly every day of his life, wrong and weird, but the words on his wrist have never changed, ‘You’re so handsome I can’t believe it’s you.’
One day someone’s gonna look at him and see handsome.
Today, he feels pretty good. He’s back home in Washington, D.C., the grocery store he loves is open again after a long reconstruction, and they had a bunch of fruit from South America that he’s never tried before. He carries a white plastic bag full of fruit, bread and cheese back to his apartment, each step in the sunshine, the kiss of it warming his cheeks. A busker plays music near the mouth of the subway station. Nobody has yet to scowl at him for being in the way.
He’s wondering what he forgot when he sees you. You’re smiling, the sun on your face and arms, which are strangely full. Books slide against your chest, but besides a little huff and a shift of your elbow, you don’t seem to notice the slim paperback working its way through the crowd in your arms. It drops down onto the sidewalk but you keep walking. You must be in a hurry.
Spencer darts forward to your dropped book, thumb under the title. Charlotte’s Web by E. B White. The spine is flaking and soft from use.
He should call out for you. You’re already getting too far away.
Spencer crosses the road and dives deeper into the city with you. Washington, D.C. isn’t without grandeur —it’s the capital of the USA— and so he finds himself surrounded by potted trees and stretches of well tended grass. School’s broken for the day, children weaving around on bikes and scooters or holding hands with their parents taking up altogether too much space. He loses you in the crowd.
Spencer stops in defeat.
Maybe if he puts the book back in your path you’ll see it on the way back.
He’s not sure why he doesn’t. Spencer keeps your book and starts to walk home. This isn’t how he’d usually get there, but he can manoeuvre around the park.
He keeps an eye out for you. Ridiculously, he’d thought about giving the book back to you and making you smile. He hasn’t talked to anyone who wasn’t a cashier in two days.
“Hi.”
Spencer looks down. “Hi,” he says, spooked by the little girl in front of him.
“Is that for the library?”
He shakes his head regretfully. “No, I– I found it. I’m trying to give it back.”
“Okie dokie. I never read that one before.”
“I’m sorry, it’s not my book to give away… Where’s your mom?”
The little girl points at a mom and a younger child playing on the grass near a circle of benches. There’s a huge dark cabinet with its doors skewed open in the middle, and when he squints he realises it’s full of books. “Oh, is that the library?” he asks.
“Yes!” the little girl insists.
“Okay, well, here’s what we’ll do,” he says, looking desperately for you, disappointed when he can’t see a sign of your nice blue shirt or your sunny smile, “let me go see if I can find the lady who dropped this book, and if she says it’s okay, I’ll keep it for you to have. But you can’t run off from your mom again. Deal?”
The girl grins, thick hair shiny in the sun. “Deal!” she says, running in a burst toward her mother, who startles when she realises she’d left in the first place.
Spencer creeps toward the library. He can’t leave the book here now, he’s promised he’ll try to find you.
You come around the back of the library cabinet with a smile. Free Library, the sign says. Take one if you want, leave one if you can.
You stop in your path when you see him. You smile again, you’re prettier for it, lovely with the sun on half your face, your slight squint. You open your mouth to speak.
Spencer beats you to it. “Hi, I’ve been trying to catch up to you,” he says, raising your copy of Charlotte’s Web to his chest. “You dropped one of your books.”
You take a half step back.
Spencer grimaces. “I promised a little girl I’d ask if she can have it, I’m so sorry. I get stuck and I don’t know how to say no.”
Your eyes flash down to your hands. “You’re so handsome,” you say, and Spencer’s heart stops dead in his chest, your lips shaping each word without measure and somehow the prettiest anyone’s ever looked as they move, “I can’t believe it’s you.”
His shoulders sag with a deep breath.
You raise your arm to show him the contrasting font laid against your pulse. Hi, I’ve been trying to catch up to you.
Spencer shows you his. You’re so handsome, I can’t believe it’s you.
“It’s you,” he says.
You press your hand to your mouth. “I was walking too fast, right? When I was a kid I thought if I made everybody chase me that eventually somebody would have to say it, but then it stuck, and I rush everywhere I go.” Your voice turns breathless. “But you’re the person who was supposed to catch up to me.”
He smiles softly. “I think so.”
“And I just told you you’re handsome. I’m sorry, I bet that was embarrassing to… carry around, all this time.”
“It’s the best gift anyone’s ever given me,” he says honestly.
“I didn’t think you’d be so pretty,” you explain.
“I knew you would be.”
You hold your hand out. He’s about to tell you he doesn’t shake but he finds he really wants to, and you’re not shaking his hand anyways, you’re holding it, looking at the cursive on his arm with a disbelief he echoes in his own smile. You rub the tip of your thumb over the word handsome.
“Do you like books?” he asks.
You nod distractedly. “I love them,” you murmur, looking up.
His entire arm is alive with tingles.
“Do you read much?” you ask.
Every word you trade with one another has this shy longing he’s never felt, like you’re desperate to know about one another but worried you aren’t allowed to ask. Spencer’s about to tell you all about it, how he’s always reading, how books have been with him through everything, but there’s a tug on his shirt that stops him.
“Hi,” the little girl says.
Spencer laughs. “Hi.”
“What did she say?” the little girl whispers.
Spencer looks to you for guidance.
“Of course you can have it. It’s an amazing book,” you say.
“Thank you!” she says, holding out her hands.
Spencer doesn’t mind handing it over. If she didn’t ask him for it earlier, he might’ve never had the courage to look for you. He could’ve left the book in the cabinet and turned around, but he didn’t. And now he’s met you.
You step into his side. “Did you– do you want to get coffee?” You peer down at the bag now slipped from his elbow down to his wrist. “Are you going somewhere?”
“Do you want to have a picnic with me?” he asks.
You nod for so long he has to laugh. “I’d love to,” you say, offering your open hand.
Spencer threads your fingers together. That one day he always dreamed of seems a lot closer than it did before.
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notsopersonalcharlie · 6 months ago
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My Belle
Biker!Bucky Barnes x Fem!reader fluff
Bucky is part owner of a mechanic shop and bar, but his girlfriend is the one who rakes in the big bucks, so who's to judge him (his friends) if he's just a little (very) whipped for her.
Notes: Based on this post and this post! In my own personal headcannon readers name is Noelle, which explains the nickname bell(e) lol. There will CERTAINLY be more installments of this story. Gif isn't mine
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You muttered under your breath as you pulled your work shoes off your stockinged feet. There were runs at the toes because you were too lazy last night to cut your toenails. Too lazy and distracted by a certain biker coming home. The same biker who was waiting outside, who had kindly turned off the idling engine, but still waited on the sidewalk patiently holding an extra helmet. 
Bucky looked down at his phone. The Howling Commando group chat was blowing up about some sports game and Bucky turned the notifications off before making sure you hadn’t messaged. You hadn’t. He checked your location, you were inside the building in front of him. He checked the texts again and then put his phone in his pocket. Staring at it won’t help, is what you would say. What did you know? Everything, Bucky thought to himself. Sam would have laughed in his face if he could hear the inner monologue.
“See ya monday!” Your team's receptionist called. 
“Not a moment sooner!” You quipped back over your shoulder as you pushed open the glass double doors. All six feet and a bit of your biker were waiting on the sidewalk, tattoos peeking out at the neck and along the wrists speaking of one of your favorite features of his.
“Hi Buck!” He looked up and a grin split his usually stoic face. 
“There’s my girl.” Two long strides and you were wrapped up in his arms, a warm kiss pressed hard to your lips. Bucky spun you in a circle.
“I missed you, belle.” 
“I missed you too, Buck.” Anyone would have thought you hadn’t seen each other in days, but Bucky had stopped by only a few hours before to drop off your lunch.
“You’re not getting on the bike like that, honey.” You rolled your eyes, setting down your bags. 
“I know, I forgot to grab my overpants this morning. Do you have extras?” Of course he did, you knew that, but it was the sweet pout and big eyes just for him. You knew he loved to take care of you, so if you “forgot” the pants, maybe it was just because he liked to know he was always prepared. 
“Of course I do.” He waited as you slid the cargo looking pants up over your work bottoms. He stored your bags away as you did, and then sat down on the bike, making sure your helmet, the black one with muted flowers sprouting along the edges that he bought especially for you, was secure on your head.
You slid onto the bike behind Bucky, taking a deep breath of the mechanics grease and sweat smell that always seemed to live on his biking jacket, before snapping your visor shut. Bucky couldn’t help the way his heart leapt a little like always when you wrapped his arms around his middle and rested the chin of your helmet against the middle of his back. Two squeezes to check that you was ready or okay, two back to tell him you was good to go. Three squeezes to say I love you, four back to say I love you too. 
Bucky started the bike and took off back toward the little house they shared just two blocks down from the Howling Commando. You watched the scenery passively, relying on Bucky’s expert riding to get you home safe. You was so glad it was the weekend. Work had been busy, all week you had found yourself calling Bucky, letting him know that you had to stay late, that you would call a rideshare home so he didn’t have to come. Of course every night by the time you were ready to go, Bucky was sitting outside, leaning against his bike. The only day he wasn’t, it was because he had to drive a few towns over that afternoon to pick up a special part for your car.
Instead Steve had been waiting with his own motorcycle, grinning ear to ear as he recited precisely the text Bucky had sent to make sure you was dressed properly and your helmet was on correctly. 
“You know he has never, since childhood, through the service, after, never once, acting like this with a girl.” You just rolled your eyes, followed the instructions as you always did, and sat on the back of Steve’s bike and let him drop you off right in front of the white picket fence Bucky had insisted he would build when you first moved in. 
“You there, belle?” You blinked and found that they had already gotten home. 
“Yeah, just... thinking.” You slid off the bike, gravel driveway crunching under your feet. Bucky pulled your helmet off your head and his blue eyes were intent on your expression, his adorable little pout on his lips.
“What’s up?” You took the helmet from his hands, setting it on the bike before pulling his gloves off his fingers and then intertwining your fingers together. 
“I love our life, Buck.”
“I love our life too.” He looked worried, the little crease between his eyebrows so endearing as always. You lifted one hand to rub your thumb to the spot, eliciting a smile from him. 
“That’s all, baby. I want to spend every day of my life with you.” The grin grew, and you found yourself lifted in the air again, and seated back on the bike. His sweet demeanor towards you and his friends made it easy to forget that Bucky was six feet tall and made entirely of muscle, even if he had built up a healthy bit of relationship chub since you started dating. Bucky kissed you, soft in the dying light of the evening. 
“I want to spend the rest of my life with you too, belle.” You stood like that for a long while, till the glow of the sun was barely left in the sky and the automatic yard lights had turned on. 
“What do you want to do tonight?” Bucky asked. Sweet, as always, but it was the same thing you did every night. 
“I can get changed and we can head over to the bar.” And as always, “Only if you want, honey.” 
Bucky put your things away, dirty lunch containers in the dishwasher and bag beside your desk in the living room, while you got dressed. It felt like it was a fresh start to life when you pulled on comfy jeans and one of the well worn and soft shop t-shirts. You grabbed a sweatshirt, and then paused and got another one for Bucky, before heading back into the kitchen where Bucky was looking at his phone. 
“Howling Commando, huh?” Bucky joked. You nodded with a grin, tossing him one of his gray Army sweatshirts. 
“Only if you'll let me be one."
"You're already an honorary member," Bucky responded, pressing a kiss to your temple. You walked down the road less than a half mile hand in hand. The bar must have been getting busy on a Friday night, because you hadn’t even made it within view before you could hear the rowdy sounds of your friends and regulars. The front patio was full of folks, some spilling over into the front driveway of the shop. 
“Oh! Can I check on my baby?” You asked, popping up on your toes to try to look into the tinted glass of the garage doors. 
“I thought I was your baby!” 
“She was my baby first,” you shot back, already heading for the side door between the bar and shop. Bucky tossed the keys to you. 
“Do you want your usual?” He was already headed toward the front door of the bar. 
“Mmm, how about whatever cocktail special Sam is whipping up today?” He nodded and you unlocked the door, pushing into the dark mechanics shop. The side door led right into the garage, as opposed to the neat front office, or at least Yelena liked to keep it neat, and you fumbled in the dark momentarily to find the lights. They were slow to warm up, but you started toward where your car had been sitting for a few weeks, inoperable while Bucky painstakingly replaced every piece of the engine to make sure it was as safe as possible for his girl. 
Bucky walked in the front of the bar after saying hello to a handful of regulars and service buddies who still stopped by. Steve was leaning against the front of the bar, and clapped him on the back when he sidled up beside him. 
“Where’s your better half?” 
“Checking on her baby,” Bucky waved for Sam’s attention, “Where’s Nat?” 
“Trying to get her to take a break.” Yelena scoffed from where she was sitting on a stool on the other side of Steve. 
“As if you could ever make her do that.” 
“I said trying to,” Steve shot back as Sam walked over. 
“Where’s your belle?” Bucky scowled at his friend. 
“Wants whatever cocktail concoction you’re making. I’ll take the usual.” 
The custom painted powder blue vintage Mini Cooper was more assembled than it had been when you checked in on it a few days ago, and as you got closer you could see that it was almost done, a few pieces were still sitting on Bucky’s workbench. 
A slightly Russian accented call of your name identified it as one of the two Romanoff sisters, one who ran the front of the shop and the other the front of the bar. 
“Yeah, I’m back here.” 
“I figured.” Natasha appeared from the other side of a Cadillac SUV. 
“She’s almost done!” You grinned. 
“I heard. The guys put me on break and when I was refusing, Bucky said I should come make sure you didn’t linger too long.” You laughed. 
“He hates when I mess with his work.”
“Then maybe you should come let him mess with your make up,” Natasha suggested. 
“Are you flirting with me for Bucky?” you asked incredulously. The redhead laughed as you followed her out the side door, locking it behind you before going into the bar from the front. Multiple of the regulars called out your names, offering waves and grins, and the cacophony doubled inside. 
“Finally! The better one! I have your drink right here!” Sam called. You smiled, taking the drink. 
“Thank you, kind sir.” The bar was reaching capacity, pool tables in the back already in full swing. The waiters were a constant blur, Howling Commando Bar shirts identifiable in the bustle from the star logo in white. 
“Buck said you had a long week at work,” Nat said, returning to her spot at the front of the bar waiting to intercept underaged looking patrons. 
“It was a busy one. We’re tr- Actually, you don’t really care and I don’t really want to talk about it. Where is Bucky?” You responded good naturedly, trying to spot the brunet in the crowd. 
“I think I can see Steve’s blond ass over there,” Sam said, pointing further into the bar. You took your drink and headed toward the general direction. Steve and Bucky were in the corner near the office, heads together. 
“Hey Steve!” Both men looked up, eyes wide, at your appearance, and quickly took half steps apart. 
“Not at all suspicious guys. Good thing you were special forces.” Steve smiled, and Bucky looked a little shy. 
“Buck keeps trying to hustle me in pool,” Steve responded, “I have fallen for that many many too many years in a row. Your turn to carry the burden.” He pushed into the crowd, leaving you beside Bucky. 
“What was that about?” 
“Just business stuff. How is the Sam special?” You eyed him as you took your first sip, pleasantly surprised by the lack of a remarkable burn on the back end of the taste.
“Better than the last one.” Bucky's hulking presence should have been stifling or claustrophobic, but instead it was comforting. You looked up into sincere blue eyes and he leaned down, pressing warm lips to yours. Your hands slipped up around his neck, holding your drink out so the condensation wouldn’t drip down the back of his shirt. Bucky’s arms were strong and warm and one hand palmed your ass before pulling away. Bucky’s hand found its way around your back as you looked across the bar.
“You know, you guys really did something,” you said, “I know I say it all the time. But it's just amazing.” Bucky and Steve had wanted to start something after they left the service and with their penchant for drinking and ability to fix nearly any mechanized vehicle a bar and mechanics shop made the most sense. Three members of their team, Tim Gabe and Percy, had moved on with their lives, even though they stopped by when they rolled through town. Sam, the Romanoff sisters, Tony, and a half dozen more had joined the family since the start, but there were still plaques honoring the fallen Commandos above the bar. 
“All we knew how to do.”
You spent the rest of the night drinking with regulars, Bucky beating them in pool and not taking money from them, and you running drinks and convincing one of the girls at the bar that Sam was actually sweet and coming by again couldn’t hurt. 
“If that’s what kinda wing woman I get when I make a good cocktail, I should really do it more often,” Sam joked when the group of women moved off. Bucky appeared over your shoulder, sliding his pint glass over to his friend who refilled it. 
“What’s that?” 
“Just trying to get Sammy a girlfriend, since he blew his shot with all our friends.” 
The bar was still in full swing when Bucky and you said your goodbyes, and if Bucky picked you up and carried you over his shoulder fireman style while you giggled the whole way home so they could get back a little faster, that was between the two of you.
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lex-the-flex · 1 month ago
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Old Wounds
Logan Howlett x reader
Summary: Wanting to help Logan discover the hindrance in his healing, the process unlocks something more.
Word Count: 1.9k
Warning(s): Established friendship -> relationship, MEGA flirting, HIGH sexual tension?, fluff, slight angst, descriptions of injuries, brief cursing (like one word), and first kiss + makeout session.
A/N: I see that D&W is trending again with all the bts content. Time to do the Lord's work. Feedback is appreciated and enjoy!
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Exhaling at the majestic scenery North of Nagasaki, your breath was taken away at every single little thing. From the beautifully crafted culture, nature, and even how the roads were different. Everything felt calm and collected on this peaceful side of the world, it felt right. 
The warm afternoon sun beams down on the gorgeous city as you and Logan make a quick pit stop to a convenience store on the outskirts of town. Parking the bike just outside, you take off the helmet, and hop off the backseat. 
“Want me to come with you?” Logan asks. 
“I’ll only be a minute, Lo. There’s no need.” You reply. 
Swinging your bag over your shoulder, Logan can help but clench his jaw. Silently grumbling to himself, you can’t help but notice this specific mannerism. 
“Is everything okay?” You calmly ask. 
“Yeah. I just don’t want us to be late for Mariko. We can’t make too many stops.” Logan advises, glancing over his shoulder. 
Stepping off the curb, you place the helmet behind Logan. Cautiously placing your hand on top of Logan’s, you gently rub his knuckles, trying to soothe his spirit. Responding to your touch, you watch Logan’s shoulders relax for a brief moment. Cupping the side of his face, you bring his face to meet yours, allowing his hazel eyes to meet your e/c gaze. 
“We won’t. Just be glad that she has a place for us to stay. We’ll get to the bottom of this, okay? I’m here for you, Logan. I’m not leaving you.” You firmly address. 
Leaning into your soft touch, a quick sigh escapes Logan’s lips. Turning back to the store, you unconsciously drag your hand along Logan’s chest. Placing his hand over his heart, Logan watches you purchase a couple bottles of water before returning outside. Boarding the bike once more, Logan turns back to you as you strap the helmet back on. 
“You ready to go?” He asks. 
“Yeah, let’s go.” You reply. 
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Finishing the road trip, the two of you finally reach the outskirts of Nagasaki, where Mariko was waiting for you. Turning along the thin road, Logan abruptly stops the bike, causing you to grip his chest just a little tighter. The feeling of your delicate hands over his jacket helped seal the rhythmic pounding of his heart that continues to ring in his ears. Before you can accuse Logan for nearly crashing, the sight of a large fallen tree fills your line of sight beneath the shaded helmet. 
Dismounting the bike, Logan turns the engine off, and follows closely behind you. Quietly surveying for any signs of damage, Mariko spots you on the other side of the trunk and rushes to your side. 
“Mariko!” You call out.
“Y/N! You’re here!” She replies, outstretching her arms. 
Pulling you in for a much needed embrace, you can’t help but fight the impending wave of tears rising behind your eyes. It was as if you could finally let go here and shed your emotions. 
“We’re so glad you’re safe, Mariko. I’ve been so worried after the funeral.” You say. 
“Well, you and Logan won’t have to worry anymore. I can trust that the two of you can help keep me safe here, as well as looking after yourselves. The fight at the house took a toll on Logan. Something’s happened to him and I’m not sure what.” Mariko explains, taking your hands in hers and whispers quietly in your ear. 
“I know, but he’s not exactly the type to open up. But hopefully he’ll come around to me.” You reply, turning back to find Logan. 
Walking up to the two of you, Logan sways his head back to the direction of the tree and crosses his arms. 
“Is there anything I can do?” He asks. 
“Of course. But let’s go back to the house first. I’ll give you some time to unpack.” Mariko advises, leading you and Logan to the guest house where you’ll be staying. 
Crossing the threshold to the guest house, a tiny gasp escapes your lips in complete awe of the traditional Japanese home. The quaint one-story building comforts your soul within seconds, letting you fully breathe again. Walking into the shared bedroom, you place your bags on the floor by the open wooden closet, and quickly change your clothes. 
Joining you in the doorway, Logan leans next to the sliding door. The scents of sandalwood and faint cherry blossoms follow him through the house, putting your mind at ease. 
“You doin’ okay?” He asks. 
“Yeah, I’m okay. I’m just glad Marino is safe. The funeral was …too much.” You murmur, rubbing your arms together. 
“Hey, it’s alright. All of that’s behind us now. Don’t let the past control your, …our present, Y/N. I don't want to lose you, especially now. I’ve always cherished you and your company. I want to be someone you can count on, someone who’ll always have your back. I want to be there when you need me, whether you can’t sleep or if you’re lonely.” Logan declares, walking toward you. 
Taking your hands, Logan gently rubs your knuckles, hoping to calm your nerves. Silently nodding, you raise your head to look at him. His light hazel eyes instantly settle the butterflies in your stomach. Inching closer, Logan carefully cups your face and strokes your cheek. Leaning his forehead against yours, Logan’s lips hover a few inches above yours, but before he gives in, the echoing sound of an elderly woman calling out interrupts the moment. 
Feeling a wave of embarrassment take over you, your hands let go of Logan’s and you rush out of the room. Rushing outside for the fresh air, the salty sea air fills your lungs and the blanket of heat leaves your body. 
Shortly joining Mariko in the shade, the remnants of your rushing heartbeat echo through your ears whilst you realize the full gravity of what just happened. Your feelings for Logan are real. They’re more real than you could’ve imagined and he felt the same for you. 
“Y/N, are you alright? You’re blushing.” She notices, offering you some tea. 
“Hmm, oh yes. I’m alright, thank you.” You reply. 
Gulping down the tea, something out of the corner of your eye catches your attention, causing the world to slow down even more so than it did before. It was Logan. He slowly starts taking on the task at hand before fully concentrating on the job after an elderly neighbor hands him an axe. 
Watching Logan work hard to clear the tree, you and Mariko pass out tea and fruit to the other neighbors who decide to help clear the free limbs and other branches. Retreating to the shade to refill your cup of tea, the slight tugging motion of your sweater being pulled brings you back from your daydreaming state. The sight of a little girl causes you to widely smile as she offers a few flowers from the nearby trees. 
“She wants you to have them.” Mariko explains, briskly translating for you. 
“I’d be delighted!” You exclaim. 
Sitting down on the concrete bridge, the little girl places the cherry blossom above your ear. Seeing the petals in your peripheral vision, the naturally occurring pink and white swirls beam against your hair. Offering you some more flowers, a few more children occupy their friend and swarm you with more petals and freshly picked cherries. 
Turning away from his project for a moment, the loving sounds of your laughter echoes through Logan’s ears. Observing the sight before him, he can’t help but smirk at seeing you laugh. You were finally relaxed after so much stress that was brought upon the two of you. You had never been anyone’s bodyguard before, but as far as Mariko was concerned, you were doing an excellent job. 
Making eye contact with Logan, a soft smile fills his pink lips, knowing that you fully deserve this moment. Smiling in his direction, Mariko was delighted to see that you and Logan were fully in love with one another. She just hoped that the two of you would act on it before it’s too late. 
*****
From the corner of your eye, you briefly caught a sight of Logan nearly collapsing against the short seawall. Cautiously approaching him, he breathes deeply as if he’s struggling to catch his breath. 
“Logan?” You call out.
“Are you alright?” Mariko asks. 
Glancing up at the two of you, Logan nods, hoping to ease the tension. 
“Just tired, that’s all.” He replies. 
Wiping his brow, he remains covered in a thick layer of sweat, and you fully see his wounds for the first time. A lump suddenly rises in your throat but is cut off by a strike of roaring thunder, revealing a dark storm in the distance.
“We should go. The storm is coming, let’s go so we can start dinner.” Mariko advises. 
Hurrying back to the house, Logan takes your hand in the pouring rain, leading you back to the guest house. Joining Mariko for dinner after a warm shower, she teaches you how to elegantly tie the traditional set of robes she let you borrow and the three of you eat in a comfortable silence. Helping her clean up after the meal, you and Logan promptly return to your shared side of the house, bidding Mariko goodnight. 
Emerging from the bathroom, you stop in your tracks as soon as you spot Logan sitting on the futon on the floor. Anxiously watching him try to raise his arms, you pace over to him, and help him take off his white tank top. 
“Dammit…” He utters to himself.
Locking eyes with him, Logan can’t help but get lost in your presence. His hazel eyes scan over your nighttime clothes underneath your open robe. 
“Thank you.” He mutters. 
Reaching for his robe, he groans in pain, but you’re right there. Sitting on your knees before him, you pull the piece of clothing over his bare shoulders, when you fully make contact with his fresh wounds. Hesitantly tracing your fingers over the slowly healing injuries. 
“Who did this to you? Why can’t you heal?” You ask through rising tears. 
“I don't know. I have no idea why this is happening.” Logan answers. 
Lowering your face to the floor, you clench your hands together until your knuckles turn white. You can’t wrap your mind around why someone would want to take Logan’s healing from him, the powers that make him live forever, starting to fade. It scares you to the core as you fight a sob threatening to escape your lips. 
“Hey, I’m not going anywhere, darling. I don’t intend to. I know Mariko’s grandfather said I was destined to live forever with no reason at all. But I know things can change with time.” Logan whispers. 
Giving Logan your full attention, he brushes a lock of hair behind your ear. 
“Do you have a reason at all?” You ask.
Clasping his hand around your jaw, Logan passionately kisses you, giving in to his growing hunger to have you. Deepening the kiss, you wrap your arms around Logan’s shoulders, and he pulls you closer. Letting you lay on his strong chest, the black robe falls off Logan’s back whilst he leans on his sore elbows. 
Running your fingers through his short hair, a growl emanates from his chest, knowing that you both belong to each other. Placing his hands on your hips, your limbs become entangled as Logan grips your hips and turns you on your back. Momentarily breaking the kiss, Logan peppers kisses your face before landing on your neck. Gripping his shoulders, a soft and precious moan escapes your lips. 
Leaning his forehead against yours, a small laugh escapes from Logan’s mouth and the two of are able to sleep peacefully for the first time in a long time. 
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fure-dcmk · 5 months ago
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FINALLY WATCHED THE MOVIE first impression rambling >>>
[MILLION DOLLAR PENTAGRAM SPOILER WARNING]
HEIJI WAS SOOOOO COOL. HANDSOME. TERRIFIC. the first 20 minute is just me losing my mind from all the heiji details
>> heiji and kid bantering about fairy lips in the intro. kid going your fault for not noticing hmmp! <- huh? are you a tsundere heroine
>> HEIJI ORIGINAL DUFFLE BAG!!! CAMEO-ING IN 2024!!!
>> 4 new outfit from heiji that fits him so well... handsome guy
>> a fairy lip redraw. i died
how the hell did heiji brought his bike with him all the way in HOKKAIDO. you can almost way osaka to tokyo is only half of the travel to hokkaido how many day trip would it take to reach that far. also a jp tweet i read once brought to question how a high schooler was able to use the high way. did he brought kazuha with her in this extreme trip? with the excuse that he's going for a kendo tournament... when his bigger agenda is to confess. everything about the bike being there doesn't make sense but i give it a pass for being cool 😁👍
and the heikazu scene.,.. i came there fully expecting to not care at all but they actually made me invested. ran was SOOOO CUTE her excitement directly influenced me to also want to see heiji succeed. heiji asking if the legendary 100 million night view is better than big ben and ran agreeing just to placate him for the sake of her otp 😭
THE STUN GRENADE! the fact that kazuha immediate reaction is to protect heiji ears.... her self sacrificial nature a call back to mermaid island in the most subtle way 🥹🥹🥹 heiji shocked eyes was so cute. and heiji confession speech isnt cringe and is actually cute! shocker! (sorry trauma from heart anniversary lines its so awful im dnfuebdjfjf) devastated such an ideal confession scene was wasted. but its from kazuha trying to save heiji SO FORGIVEN
need to make sure ppl know im a momiji enjoyer. all her faults are forgiven purely cuz she is funny. let a rich girl be delulu !
also loove how they keep cannonizing her keen hearing from m21 THIS IS THE APPEAL OF KAZUHA THEY GET IT
touichi gifting a lost national treasure to his little brother yuusaku for winning the macademy award, as well as keeping in touch with him and gifting various trinkets.... meanwhile keeping his own son completely in the dark that he's alive this entire time...
conclusion 1: worst parent award goes to kuroba touichi 🥳🥳🥳
conclusion 2: ah he's definitely a brocon huh
kills me that everyone is dejected that the katana with the star shaped guard is a lost treasure. meanwhile its quitely sitting in kudo yuusaku's store room cuz his big brother gifted it to him LIKE SDJDJFF!? turning your justice leaning lil bro into an accomplices. the gag potential here is so made for me
shoutout to sonoko who took up haibara's usual information provider role. every scene with her was animated so cutely IM SHOCKED m27 doing excellent job at showing off her cuteness. there is a fun parallel to think about, sonoko was the first person heiji went to to get information on kudo's whereabout, and now heiji is also going to her for information ♥️ heiji-sonoko friendship crumb thank you for the food
this movie really play a lot with the crumbs from kendo school tournament arc. heiji-ran friendship makes me want to cry, ran efficiently karate chopping hijiri to make sure theres no distractions for heikazu 🥺😭 ive been convinced on okita's cuteness the past 3 month cuz if the okita fanart boom in my corner of jp twitter but watching it for myself... he really have it bad for heiji LMAO wdym "it's boring if hattori ain't here~" how much did you say this for kaitou kid to catch that its a good trait for an okita disguise. im glad this movie give a good balance of real okita and fake okita, m10 still makes me so sad for having ZERO real hakuba 🥲 kid's dosu e~ is so moeblob
ah i still got so many word vomit on this movie it seems to be never ending 😭😭
my final review of the movie is this is my no 1 fav conan movie of all time, 2nd place is bride of halloween. i still havent rank anything below that properly. im truly entertained by this movie it got so many characters i care about with a lot of bombastic scenes. as much as i want to say my ultimate fav is m7 and m21, both of them are kinda... slow with all the deduction talk. im here for eye candy after all 😔 mixing kid's energy is doing wonders for the tone of a heiji movie. heiji's presence is also doing wonders for KID as well cuz gosh!!! KID has never emit this much childlike moe blob energy. heiji and conan being the straight man to kid's prank is the dynamic really help to emphasize his whimsical energy
and the final theme i caught; parallelism where hijiri is willing to do anything to protect his father's legacy only for us to find that its all for naught.... now why does this sound familiar 🤔🤔🤔
rewatching the movie tomorrow so ill probably do another ramble on it
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jasonsknight3 · 6 months ago
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Welp, it’s time, the new story has officially begun. This story takes place in Arkham knight. The Halloween that ruined so many lives and brought o the worst of the worst. However, what part do you play in it? How do you fit into the story? Well, fear not because I have to e answer.
Side note: this story is planed to literally take place during the time of the Arkham game and comic book. I will keep it as accurate as possible however, I will be taking and changing some things because I’m adding you in it. It will largely stay the same though. Enjoy!
The longest night
Chapter one
“Memory lane”
Jason. The closest thing to love you felt. Being with him felt good. Even though you were only 15, you felt that you could marry the guy. A match made in heaven. He was your voice when you couldn’t speak up, you were his reason when he had none. The emotional connection between you two was undeniable. Jason was also Robin, a hero, a boy with a heart of gold. Maybe that’s why you felt for him. Despite his rough upbringing and living on his own from 13-15 with his troubles his heart had golden roots.
Shrugging on your jacket, you left your apartment to buy a week's worth of groceries like you usually do every Monday. The fall air was a little nippy but not too bad. The only downside was there wasn’t much foliage in gothams cores so, no colorful leaves to be found unless you went outside the city. The walk to the store is a good fifteen minute walk, your family only had one car to share between the parents and you hadn’t paid your monthly bus pass card yet so, that’s not an option either. However, a nice long walk was just the medicine to clear the chaos at home from your mind. Your family wasn’t bad, not at all. You loved your mom and dad and they you. It’s just that money is extremely tight. Sometimes parents argue. Say things. That’s just how it is.
Whistling a tune the sound of an engine slowing down a little too close for comfort made you pause and turn your eyes to whoever was deciding to cause trouble. All of the unsure feeling melted away the moment you laid eyes on a familiar face. “Well if it isn’t trouble chaser Todd.” You comment with a wide grin. “You flatter me, such high praise (y/n)” he replied, sliding off his bike helmet and setting it down to rest between his legs on his bike with a lopsided grin. “So, where’s a girl like you heading on this…fine evening?” He asked, mimicking a British accent. “I happen to be going to the market on this chilled eve.” You respond in the same manner. “Would thou like an escort fair maiden?” Laughing, you drop the accent. “This fair maiden would love a ride.” Jason held out the biker helmet to you “your chariot awaits.” The helmet was a little big but still would do its job. Jason was special, Everyone would know that if they just took a closer look. He was smart, loved literature, funny, and kind. The ride was nice, clinging to Jason, your head resting against his back as the wind blew your jacket behind you. Since Jason showed up tonight, everything felt like a moment to remember, a moment to think about when you felt low. A core memory. Pulling into the parking lot, he shut off the engine and kicked the motorcycle's kick stand before helping you dismantle the bike.
Walking inside “Got the list?” Jason asked, pulling his hand out of his pocket to take it. “Yea, I got it.” Handing him the list his eyes read over the scratchy writing. “This is the same list from last Monday.” Jason stated his eye locking with yours. “Well, it's cheap and still keeps us fed. Besides, even with all three of us working, my mom, dad and I make only enough to get by.” Looking over the list again he smiled. “I think I can spice up your food selection a little.” You open your mouth to protest but he beats you to the punch. “And before you say “oh you don’t have to do that” I know. I can and want to.” The smile and warmth you felt in your heart was involuntary. Throwing an arm around your shoulder he said “Come on, let’s go get some good stuff.”
As you went through the isles you guys talked about your week so far. His was the usual excitement, fighting crime, school, all the things. Yours was the same as usual as well, school, work, a few screaming fights between the parents about money. Jason enjoyed giving you small gifts and little things here and there for you. Jason selected some produce, fruits, healthy and unhealthy foods. After checking out a d bagging the items it was time for the awkward ride home. It was a small struggle, you held on to a few plastic bags, some evenly divided on the handle of the bike. You had to stop only once to pick up the bags you dropped. Honestly, you were impressed with how well you both did hanging on after the one incident. When you guys got to your home, Jason helped you and your mom unpack the groceries and put them away. Your mom liked Jason but your dad was a little skeptical, as expected. Jason’s kindness earned a homemade dinner and a movie with you, your mother, and himself.
A fond day to cling to now
The sounds of laughter and cocky attitudes echoed in the batcave. “Remember (y/n) keep your hands up to protect your face and or swing, elbows low and in to protect damage to your ribs. Keep light on your feet so you can move quickly. Also-“ cutting him off you lunge at him tackling him to the mat on the floor. Jason cried out in surprise. “Oh shi-“ Alfred cut him off “language Master Todd.” Jason looked up at Alfred. “Sorry Alfred.” Alfred nodded and turned his attention back to nightwing and tending to his physical ailments from the night’s festivities. Jason turned back to you. “Now that wasn’t very fair of you.” Giving a triumphant smile you retort “Aren’t you supposed to be ready for anything?” Pursing his lips he thought about it. “Yea, I guess you're right.” In one swift moment he flipped you on your stomach having you I. A choke hold. No to together though, his legs wrapped around yours locking them I. Place. Your hands automatically shoot up to try and pry his hold off. Jason's breath tickled his ear “admit I’m the best.”
You: “you stink.”
Jason: “say I’m the coolest guy you know.”
You: “You're the weirdest guy I’ve ever met.”
Jason: “Admit I’m smart.”
You: “You have the brain of a toddler.”
Jason: “Say you think I'm sexy.”
You: “Look like a wet dog.” You snicker enjoying the banter. “Ugh, if I wanted to watch teenagers get it on I would rather watch a trashy romance movie. You guys are ridiculous.” Dick commenter to which Jason snapped back. “You’re just jealous I’m able to maintain a relationship.” The expression on Dicks face spoke volumes. Jason definitely hit a nerve. “Oh yea?” He inquired. “Yeah.” Jason nodded. Dick got off the seat. “Get up Todd.” Jason let go and whispered in your ear. “Watch this.”
Getting up you decided to stand next to Alfred who protested against dick fighting falling on deaf ears. Alfred realizing that this was happening whether he wanted it to or not he sighed. “I don’t know what to do with those boys.” Sitting back the duel began. Jason was bouncing on the balls of his feet. “Come on chickenwing! Bawk! Bawk!” Jason taunted with a wicked grin. “It’s Nightwing.”Dick corrected seething. The battle of honor began. Jason swung first, his fist connecting with Dicks lower run cage which seemed to just make Dick angrier. Dick swept Jason’s leg knocking him to the floor before pinning him and having Jason in a tight choke hold. “It's not so fun when it's not your girlfriend is it!” Dick said with a smug look. “Screw you!” Jason yelled anger very apparent in his voice as he jabbed his elbow into Dick’s rib again making him let go. With the new found freedom, Jason straddles him and starts pounding on him, punching him where he could. It was honestly a little scary watching from the outside. “Master Todd! Master Grayson! Enough of this childish behavior!” Jason stopped looking up at Alfred with a guilty expression before a fist connected to his chin knocking him off of Dick. Alfred and you intervene, you take Jason while Alfred takes hold of Grayson. “You mother-“ Dick cut Jason off “I will always do better than you, be better than you.” He said venom in his words. “At least I don't dress like I’m going to a fuckimg disco party to fight crime and look like a little bitch.” Jason yelled at him, that caught you so off guard. You had to fight to stifle the laugh. “I designed the suit myself you ass!” Dick retorted. “Yea, I can tell, Dick.” “Boys, enough for the last time! Separate or so, help me I will tell Bruce to keep you both off missions for a Week!” Alfred is clearly fed up.
Both boys went to their rooms to calm down. “You really did a low blow going after the wardrobe.” You started breaking the silence as the both of you sat on the bed. “He’s an ass.” Jason was still very clearly in a mood. You take his hand, “I dot. Have siblings, but I do have a family. Family can be your worst enemy and your best friend. The rough patch will pass.
It’s a terrible thing, just as they were starting to work things out. He was gone.
Harsh words sounded through the off white walls of the apartment. Same old thing, money this, money that, we have to this, we have to that. After a day of work and school, arguing was the absolute last thing you wanted to hear. What better place to go to escape the noise than the fire escape.
There you were, eyes closed, the breeze gently cooling your skin. A wonderful feeling. That’s when another sensation touched your cheek, a warmth, something soft. Opening one eye you see what you knew was there. Jason’s lips left your cheek. “Hey.” He smiled. You wave your hand in front of your face trying to wave away the smell. “Geez you smell, and you're sweaty, wanna shower?” You offer jokingly but with kindness. “That would be amazing. Thanks.” He commented. “Oh, uh don’t be alarmed by the way. They are just arguing. That’s all.” Jason nodded knowingly, “Alright, I’ll keep that in mind.” Following him inside he tossed his duffle bag to the ground and pulled out some clean clothes and stuffed his sweaty red shirt in the duffles bag before disappearing to the bathroom and turning on the shower.
A few minutes later you found yourself reading a magazine. Something about Bruce Wayne and another charity he supported. Seems like a nice guy. Shortly after you thought maybe you’d be nice and wash his clothes. You needed to do your own laundry anyway. It was starting to pile up. Reaching into the back you pull out the shirt with just your pointer finger and thumb and the shorts. That’s when something caught your eye, something bright yellow. Touching the fabric it felt soft. Pulling it out more revealed the rest of the suit, the yellow turned out to be a cape with black on the other side. Under the cape however…was a suit. Not just any red and green suit, the Robin suit. Your mouth practically dropped to the floor. Is Jason Robin? Is this fake? No it could be, the suit is too well made to be a costume. Wait, if Jason is Robin does that mean Bruce knows? Wait…is Bruce Batman? No that can’t be right could it? The sound of the bathroom door opening snagged your attention. There stood Jason with worry in his expression. “YOU’RE ROB-“ Jason tackled you to the bed, his hand cupping your mouth, his face panicking. “Shhhhh, please, just be calm. Relax. I’ll explain everything.” He took a moment to look at you and recompose himself. “If I let you go, will you be quiet?” After you nodded in agreement he let go and got off of you help g you sit up. “Okay, um, I am Robin. I’ve been Robin for a while now. You know, fighting crime and helping Batman.” You listened as he spilled everything. Putting his trust in you. “I need you to keep this to yourself, okay?” Nodding you agree. “I promise.your secret is safe with me. On a lighter note-“ you smile feeling excited “you being Robin explains so much. Would you be willing to…can you put on the suit and show me. I wanna see it up close!” Jason laughed and agreed,
Sometimes you wonder if you didn’t know if Jason suddenly disappearing and never being able to come back would have made it easier.
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