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inkycherie · 1 year ago

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I have had the most amazing summer. In July, my best friend came to visit. I brought her to Paris (her first time), showed her around my town and other neighbouring cities around Geneva, and we drove to the south of France. I made different meals for everyone to enjoy, danced to the loveliest music, and drank the best wine(s).

The third week of August, I went back to the Philippines. We had a long overdue family reunion. Our uncle from Canada also came to visit with his family, and my cousin who works for months at a cruise ship extended his vacation.

We all flew to Zamboanga del Sur to surprise my grandma and our extended family whom we haven't seen in 13 years ! We spent a week there living the simple life, eating pandesal for breakfast, and singing karaoke kahit brownout.

The first few days of September, I spent back in my hometown. I saw Bowie again. I didn't let any minute pass without cuddling him. Whenever I'm in the PH and everyone else is back home, my sisters and I stay in one bedroom with our parents (and Bowie), chatting away until we all fall asleep. These nights were even more special because we were all cooped up in one room while there was a storm outside. Felt just like the good old days when my sisters and I would spend nights holed up in our parents room trying to pass the time until electricity was back on.

I was also sooo happy to walk around the malls with Christmas music already playing in the background ! We bought surprise presents for our parents. My sisters and I chipped in to buy papa his dream TV, and mama a new iPhone. The rest of my money I spent on groceries, more presents for the fam, pasalubongs for Jon, books, Cheetos, Spicy Century Tuna, Vienna sausages, and Spam. lol

We spent my last week in Manila. Took mama, my sisters, and our aunt on a date - brunch in Wildflour and shopping at Rockwell, and then continued to shop in MOA. I wanted to make dinner for everyone, so I made sinigang na baboy which was perfect for the stormy weather. We had drinks with our cousins before bed (red horse, spicy Oishi, and isaw at bbq).

The next day, I brought my parents to IKEA so I can buy them stuff for the house. I could tell mama was so excited to drive back home so she can start using everything we got. Uncle flew back from Zamboanga later than everyone else so the day after he arrived, he went straight to the condo so we can spend more time with him. We asked him to make lola's bistek Tagalog as he is the only one who can make it exactly the way lola does. I am glad to report that I watched him closely as he was making it - even volunteered to be the sous chef - so I will make it for dinner tomorrow.

The day before my flight, the entire family celebrated my aunt and cousin's birthdays. I made some of my specialty meals, and we ordered a bunch of other food. Of course, there was cake.

I flew back to Switzerland on the 7th. I arrived on Friday at 8 in the morning, unpacked my stuff, ate pancit canton, and fell asleep at 16hr. I woke up at 3am still tired, but I managed to clean up and do all the laundry. I was hanging clothes at the balcony even before the sun was out. I found it hilarious. The rest of the day, I spent on the couch still feeling quite sluggish and brushing off the fact that I was having chills, and my nose wouldn't stop running.

Jon and I went on a quick café date and I couldn't taste the coffee nor the pastry I ordered which I found strange but thought nothing of. We did errands and bought groceries but I started feeling sicker as the hours passed. As soon as we got home, I checked to see if I had covid. The test came out positive. Dinner wasn't much fun. I was much sicker so I couldn't enjoy the food Jon prepared for me - he made me the perfect steak which I couldn't taste hahaha and some soup to make me feel better.

This morning, I woke up at 5am and called my family right away. The symptoms are getting worse, and now I have chills, body pains, and constant headache. I will rest more so I can feel better by tomorrow. I just find this to be a silly end to an incredible summer.

#personal #home #homesick

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thealternateesas · 14 days ago

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November 12, 2024: TUESDAY

Schedule and Activities:

6:00 AM: Weights workout

7:00 AM: Christiane’s class (canceled); took a shower and headed to the condo

9:00 AM: Lesson planning and writing 550 words for Chapter 10 of 90 Days in London

11:00 AM - 12:30 PM: Class with Carla

12:30 PM: Ordered lunch from Nanyang via GrabFood

1:00 PM: Walked around the neighborhood and visited Benhur

2:00 PM: Purchased cushions, pillows, and blankets for the condo

3:30 PM: Returned to the condo

4:00 PM: Headed home

5:00 PM: Natchan's class

6:00 PM - 9:00 PM: Bell's Insight session/ observe Ellie Guerrero

10:00 PM: Class with Moon and Quynh

11:00 PM: Read Bunny

Journal Entry: Stormy weather today, causing power outages and unstable electricity. Since Christiane’s class was canceled, I focused on weights and then went to the condo to work and prepare for Carla’s class. Purchased cushions and bedding essentials for both mine and Ran’s beds. Had a good talk with Rhea after classes; feeling closer and contemplating confessing my feelings. Bunny is getting more intriguing, so I stayed up late reading.

Significant Events:

Weather Impact: The storm led to brownouts and unstable electricity throughout the day.

Time at the Condo: Worked from the condo, waited for Carla’s class, and did some setup with new bedding essentials.

Connection with Rhea: Enjoyed a meaningful conversation with Rhea, deepening my feelings for her.

Expenses Breakdown:

Transportation: ₱700 (credited from Cash on Hand)

Nanyang Delivery: ₱400 (credited from Cash on Hand)

Uratex Cushions: ₱11,000 (credited from Metrobank)

Comforters, Pillows, Bedsheets, Pillowcases: ₱2,892 (credited from Metrobank)

McDonald's Dinner: ₱500 (credited from Cash on Hand)

Updated Financial Overview with All Accounts

PNB (Philippine National Bank):

Balance: ₱112,591,964.24

Metrobank:

Starting Balance: ₱14,982,110.00

Expenses:

-₱11,000 (Uratex Cushions)

-₱2,892 (Comforters, Pillows, Bedsheets, Pillowcases)

Updated Balance: ₱14,968,218.00

GCash:

Balance: ₱0.00

Cash on Hand:

Starting Balance: ₱13,519.00

Expenses:

-₱700 (Transportation)

-₱400 (Nanyang Delivery)

-₱500 (McDonald's Dinner)

Updated Balance: ₱11,919.00

BDO (Banco de Oro):

Balance: ₱83,110.00

BPI (Bank of the Philippine Islands):

Balance: ₱65,211.00

PayPal:

Balance: ₱4,902.00

Grand Total Wealth (All Accounts Combined)

PNB: ₱112,591,964.24

Metrobank: ₱14,968,218.00

GCash: ₱0.00

Cash on Hand: ₱11,919.00

BDO: ₱83,110.00

BPI: ₱65,211.00

PayPal: ₱4,902.00

Grand Total Wealth:

₱112,591,964.24 (PNB) + ₱14,968,218.00 (Metrobank) + ₱0.00 (GCash) + ₱11,919.00 (Cash on Hand) + ₱83,110.00 (BDO) + ₱65,211.00 (BPI) + ₱4,902.00 (PayPal) = ₱127,725,324.24

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babypadawan · 6 years ago

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I’m gonna combine all the posts I wrote on vacation that I didn’t publish bc the wifi was atrocious:

-I peed behind a sand dune near an incredibly busy beach and in front of a condo under construction. And I had my first mimosa!! Great start to the weekend

- So I’m trying to take pix by the motel pool, and some guy came and sat across from me. If he was watching me he would’ve seen me pose for some very snackish bikini pix, break my fucking tripod while putting it away, pull out a partially eaten chicken tender from an otherwise empty bag and eat it in .2 seconds. That sequence of events sums me up perfectly

- I shaved my whole bagina for the first time in a looong time. Longer than the last time I had sex bc the guy I was hooking up with was flaky af so eventually I was like “you’re gonna get what you get” (Side note: Looking back, it was obvious I was just a sometimes hole to him. I just thought that meant I had to try harder to make him see how great I was 🙄When will I outgrow this ?????). Anyway it’s wild to see my full bagina out lol I keep taking nude selfies in the mirror. She’s soft and pretty and def lickable!!

_ This kid called me out for leaving him on read, so I left him on unread for like 2 weeks 😬 not on purpose! It’s the one who doesn’t have his face on his IG that I met when I was brownout. I asked how we knew each other and he named some kid I didn’t know. When I asked him who the kid was he was like “don’t worry about it” Super sketchy! He’s a photographer and while I’d like to have someone with skill take my picture bc the moment a camera leaves my hand I suddenly do not know how to exist attractively, his sketchiness is a deterrent. He’ll prob have me in a thong, pouring milk on my boobs on a street corner. No thank youuuu

-god I am so hungover!!!! I’ve been puking up foam and bile. Please kill me.

-there are a lot of Canadians here. I think we’re the only americsns left after Labor Day ??

-I did karaoke!! I thought my stage fright/anxiety would get he best of me but after my bff and I did a song together, I did one too. The crowd was all older people but they loved my song. Haha great night!!

-Some white lady ran up to me, grabbed my poof and asked loud af “ARE YOU A MULATTO” and I was so taken aback by the random racistness that I just said yes so she would go away.

#hampton beach 2018 lmao

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marypsue · 7 years ago

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Imbalance, 3 / ?

Part One / Part Two / Part Three / Part Four / Part Five / Part Six / Part Seven / Part Eight / Part Nine / ?

I’m also on AO3 as MaryPSue!

...

The sun sets over the park.

As the light bleeds out of the sky, it bathes the world in red. The treetops, just beginning to turn, burn brilliant autumn colours in the low light, their shadows lying long and black and unnaturally stretched across the grass, striping it with darkness.

The shadow of the hill enfolds the place where, earlier that day, a man had died.

The sounds of traffic from the streets surrounding the park filter through the trees, but otherwise, the only sound is the soft soughing of the slightest of breezes through the tops of the trees. If you listen too long, it can start to sound like a voice.

In the grass, at the very top of the hill, a purple plastic gem glints in the last glorious rays of sunset. Behind it, in a perfect circle about six inches across, the grass is withered and yellow.

As the sun sinks, the circle of yellowed grass creeps, ever so slowly, almost imperceptibly, outwards. And for a moment, the still air around the hill smells faintly of smoke.

...

Usually, Liliana only lights incense out of habit, or because she likes the smell. Tonight, though, she mumbles a blessing she only remembers half the words to as she lights a stick of Full Moon and then, as an afterthought, every candle she owns. It’s not a small number.

Liliana’s never gone in much for actual witchcraft. Heck, she’s even on the fence about the Goddess the others seem to think is the biggest deal since Simon Cowell. But there’s definitely something in nature that’s more powerful and stranger than anything she can understand, and right now, she’s feeling pretty willing to try anything that might get her on its good side.

The room around her slowly fills with warm light and the soothing, thickly sweet smell of the incense. Liliana can feel the tension starting to bleed out of her shoulders as she sinks onto the couch, tucking her feet up beside her.

“What a fucking day,” she says, to the cat who jumps up beside her. Mavis opens her mouth and yawns agreement, her tiny sharp fangs snapping shut before she butts her head against Liliana’s ankle. Liliana leans over, gives Mavis a scritch behind the ears. “You ever accidentally kill a guy by dropping an el cheapo decorative knife almost on your own foot? Of course you haven’t, you’re a cat. You don’t even have opposable thumbs.”

Mavis prpts in acknowledgment and twists her head into Liliana’s scratching fingers. Across the condo, there’s a series of whines, and then a scrabbling, clicking sound and a thunk as Mookie hurls himself headfirst at the baby gate keeping him locked in the kitchen.

Liliana huffs out half a laugh, pushing herself up off the couch. “All right, all right, little guy,” she says, padding over to the kitchen entryway to give the labradoodle a pat. Mookie nearly loses his mind when he sees her smiling over the gate, barking wildly and then spinning around in smaller and smaller circles until he trips over his own two hind legs and falls over in a heap. He looks up at Liliana, panting happily, and she can’t help but laugh.

“Yeah, you’re a good boy,” she says, leaning over to give him a good scratch on the neck. Mookie’s eyes slide closed, his tongue hanging out of his mouth in sheer, canine joy as Liliana ruffles the fur under his collar. “You’re my very best boy. And if I let you in here with the candles you and the condo would both be on fire in a microsecond.”

The hiss starts quiet, almost too quiet for her to notice, but it grows. Liliana turns around, opening her mouth to tell Mavis to wait her turn, she’ll get more ear scritches, but stops.

Mavis’ ears are back, one paw up and batting at the air with a fistful of needle claws, her mouth wide and lips curled back to show off her teeth as she hisses at - nothing. A patch of shadow in the corner, over the shelf with the succulents and Liliana's resin dragon-and-fairy figurine collection (not to be mistaken for the resin fairy figurine collection or the resin dragon figurine collection, which are scattered all around the condo). Where Liliana hadn’t lit any candles.

On an ordinary day, Liliana might chalk it up to Mavis being stir-crazy and try to find her mouse on a string where she’d almost definitely batted it under the couch. Today, though, Liliana takes one look at that patch of darker shadow, and nearly trips over her own feet running over to scoop Mavis up off the couch, ignoring the chunk Mavis takes out of her arm as she backs away towards the kitchen.

“I gotta warn you,” she calls, feeling equal parts ridiculous and terrified, Mavis spitting and squirming in her arms, “I’m a very powerful witch! And I’m not scared to whip up some magic and go all Joaquin on your ass!”

The shadow hangs in the corner, like shadows generally do.

“Shoo!” Liliana shouts. “In the name of the Goddess I banish thee! Scat!”

The shadow doesn’t shift, doesn’t grow lighter, doesn’t actually change at all. But Liliana could swear she hears something, just on the edge of hearing - a soft, resigned sigh, and a dry whispering, like dead leaves rubbing against each other, or fabric rustling.

Mavis chills the fuck out, flopping forward in Liliana’s arms. Behind her, Mookie lets out a confused whine.

Liliana lets out a long breath of her own, finally realising that the warmth on her arm is blood dripping from the checkerboard of scratches Mavis decorated her forearm with.

“Shit,” she mutters, dropping the cat to the floor. Mavis makes a little indignant sound and stalks over to the couch, flopping down right in the middle of it with a little cat huff and a floof of dark fur.

...

Rowan briefly looks up from the Book of Shadows when a shadow flickers across the light from his desk lamp. Seeing nothing that might have cast it, he snaps the book closed and heads over to the kitchen. Moments later, his apartment is filled with the smell of burning sage.

The shadow moves on.

...

Indigo is changing the set for her insulin pump when the kitchen lights all flicker, then dim, like a brownout. She very carefully finishes placing her set on her thigh, tucks the cord under her skirt and up through her waistband, and clips the pump in place onto the skirt's waistband before reaching for the salt shaker sitting on the table beside her.

The lights return to normal. Indigo stands for a moment anyway, with the salt shaker at the ready, before concluding that whatever just happened is over.

Her hands shake only slightly as she grabs her phone.

...

Storm is lying on his bed, blankly rewatching the raw footage for the next video in his most recent Let's Play, when his phone lights up and buzzes itself nearly off the bed beside him, throwing an eerie blue light onto the stippled popcorn ceiling above his head.

For the briefest of instants, a shadowy figure is visible there, haloed in the blue light.

Storm grabs his phone, reads Indigo's warning, and taps out a few characters, a string of emojis that would mean nothing to anyone not already familiar with banishing charms. He fires them back at Indigo.

The bedroom's darkness loses some of its inexplicable menace. The shadow is gone. Storm is, once more, alone.

...

Joaquin's shift ends late. Well, actually, Carlos' shift ends late. But it's Joaquin who's left to lock up the truck and trundle it home in the gathering dark. Which just figures, honestly. That jerk just needs to get a different job if he really hates working at the food truck so much. Or at least start letting Joaquin know ahead of time if he has to skip a shift! Joaquin gets it, shit happens, and honestly he didn't feel much like going to work after this afternoon either, but he's beyond sick of this.

He does kind of get why Carlos keeps coming back to work at the food truck, though. Joaquin'd really have liked to apply for a game design internship this summer, but - it's not like you can just look your dad in the eye and say 'I'm gonna let your dream fall apart so I can go after mine'. Especially not when school's so expensive to start with, and you really need that summer job, and the truck has to be open as many hours as possible to make enough to pay for all the repairs after Joaquin and Taako accidentally blew it up, and...

On the other hand, if their dad ever actually tasted Carlos' cooking, he'd probably kick him out of the truck himself. Joaquin loves his bro, really does, but he's never met anybody else who can make authentic street food that's less appealing than Taco Bell. Maybe if he spent less time showing off and more on the actual food -

Joaquin shakes his head, and slams the utensil drawer.

The streets are weirdly empty tonight, and the setting sun casts long, creeping shadows from the buildings across the cracked asphalt. The sunset through the haze drips bloody down the tall glass buildings of downtown. Joaquin slides the metal shutter closed over the order window with an uneasy feeling he can’t quite put his finger on. It might just be the changing wind - autumn’s sweeping in with a rattle of dead leaves - but he can’t shake the jittery feeling that he should be preparing for something. That something big’s coming.

He glances back over his shoulder once, as he’s climbing up into the cab, and that’s when he sees it. Stretched out along the middle of the street, stark in the red light, is the shadow of a person.

But there’s no one there to cast it.

Joaquin throws himself into the driver’s seat, and slams the door behind him, breathing hard. He glances back behind him again, but the shadow is gone.

...

Marial shuts down her laptop and blinks in the sudden dark.

When the afterimages start to clear, she squeezes her eyes shut and flicks on her desk lamp, wincing at the light leaking through her eyelids. She’s really stayed up too late this time, but she managed to hack through a thousand words of essay and she’s actually starting to see the shape of what she’s trying to say, now.

It’s definitely time for bed, though, or she’s going to be a zombie in the morning. Well, more of a zombie than she already technically is. One day maybe she’ll get tired of making jokes about how she’s (very, very technically) already come back from the dead once, but today is not that day.

...tonight? Does two AM count as day or night, anyway?

Marial sighs, decides she’s given her eyes long enough to adjust to the ambient light, and opens them.

The dead guy is sitting on her desk.

Marial doesn’t scream. She smacks both hands over her mouth, swallowing down the shriek that threatens to spill out. Everyone else on the floor is asleep - okay, every other sane, organized person on the floor is asleep - and if she screams and wakes them up, she’s not going to have a lot of friends around here.

By the time she swallows down her shout, though, the dead guy is already gone, the neon of his tracksuit fading into the afterimages still flashing when Marial blinks. Dimly, she thinks she hears a voice, whispery and faint just on the edge of hearing, mutter, “Shit.”

It’s two in the morning and the world doesn’t feel quite real anyway. It’s two in the morning and the poltergeists in those shitty ‘inspired by true events’ movies never vanish and mutter ‘shit’ when the protagonist opens their eyes to see them inches away. It’s two in the morning and nothing makes a lick of goddamn sense and a guy just died in front of her this afternoon for no apparent reason and Marial’s pretty sure she almost died too and why the fuck not.

“Hello?” she asks the empty air above her laptop and a little to the right. “Hey, are you a ghost? Is there some Beetlejuice shit going on up in here?”

The only response is the whirr of her computer’s fan suddenly clicking off, the light that shows it’s charging coming on with a sudden burst of blue.

“Look, this is twice now,” Marial says, sounding bolder than she feels. She pushes her chair out from the desk and stands, slowly, still half-expecting some burn-scarred claw-handed freakazoid to pop out of nowhere and start making terrible puns at her. The dorm stays still and silent. “If you’re trying to get my attention, could you like leave a note or something, instead of popping up right in front of me? I’m trying to not have another heart attack.”

The silence is deafening.

Marial turns in a slow circle, in case the dead guy has popped up behind her while she’s been talking, but there’s no sign of ugly 80s neon. “Is that what this is about?” she asks the thin air, the shadows that cling to the corners of the room. “Some Final Destination baloney or something? Are you here to reap my ass? Because I gotta tell you, if that’s what you’re here for, you better get used to disappointment, because I’m not going fucking anywhere until I get my degree!”

She realises too late that her voice has been rising. She’s almost yelling.

There’s still no sound and no movement in her room.

“Fuck it,” Marial mutters under her breath, and throws the door open. The kitchenette is just on the other side of the shared living space. To get there, she has to walk past the dead guy sitting on the couch. “Oh, fuck off! That’s it, tomorrow I’m getting some sage.”

The dead guy blinks out of existence as soon as she opens the door, with a sound that, if she didn’t know it was probably coming from a ghost, Marial would call a frustrated huff.

“Yeah, and don’t come back!” Marial says, and one of the other three doors leading into the common area creaks open, Sylvie’s head poking out around it with an accusing glare.

“Who the fuck are you yelling at at two in the fucking morning,” Sylvie demands.

Marial blinks.

“I have no idea,” she admits.

Sylvie’s glare narrows.

“Go to bed,” she snaps, before yanking her head back into her room and slamming the door behind her.

Marial sighs, running a hand through her hair as she pads barefoot over to the kitchenette and rummages in the spice cabinet until she finds the salt shaker.

The line of salt she draws across the threshold and the windowsill of her bedroom doesn’t actually make her feel any safer, but she pretends it does anyway as she bundles into bed. It takes everything in her not to pull the covers up over her head.

...

Refuge is somehow both exactly and not at all as Lucretia pictured it.

There’s something ironically fitting about her coming here, to a place with a name that means ‘a place to shelter’. A place to hide.

Not that she’s hiding. There isn’t a single person at the Bureau of Benevolence who doesn’t know exactly where Lucretia is. But - her friends, her family, have gone their separate ways, finally settling into their lives on this plane as they never truly did under the influence of the voidfish.

They’re finally making this place their home.

And Lucretia? She can’t stand another moment hovering in the skies above this world, making decisions about how best to help its people, save its people, without being part of it. She needs her feet on the ground, for once. She needs to touch this world that she helped save, that she’s helping to build.

Maybe, if she’s lucky, she’ll find a place there for herself. One that isn’t so remote. So distant.

There are all kinds of reasons to start here, in this town that time forgot, and no reasons at all. But something that Merle had mentioned when the boys had told her about how they’d reclaimed the Chalice has wedged itself sideways in Lucretia’s mind. And now, a little over a year since the Hunger’s defeat, she’s finally starting to feel like she can breathe again. Like the world won’t fall to pieces if she isn’t up there watching over it, stitching it haphazardly back together.

Lucretia finds her old travelling clothes packed neatly in her trunk from the Starblaster, too worn and utilitarian for Madame Director to be caught dead in. They don’t quite fit the same as she remembers - though it’s been so long, she lost so many years to Wonderland and to her own stubbornness, can she really be surprised?

Her old red robe is stuffed in the bottom of the trunk. She pulls the red cloak free from the trunk and holds it out in front of her, at arm’s length, for just a moment too long.

Then she folds it carefully and returns it to the trunk where she found it.

She packs a bag, and takes her staff (no magic within it now but what she channels through it, though any vagabond who thinks that makes six feet of solid oak harmless will quickly learn their mistake), and gives Avi the coordinates, and for the first time since the moonbase was created, she rides a cannonball down to Faerun.

And that's how Lucretia finds herself standing in front of the sign welcoming her to the mining town of Refuge. It's changed some from what the boys had described, she notes, with a flicker of pride - the sign now bears the legend BY THEIR SACRIFICE WE ARE MADE FREE.

She stops only long enough to pay her respects to Mayor Cassidy before making her way to the place she came to see. One of the brothers is sweeping red dirt from the steps of the temple when she approaches. He looks up as Lucretia climbs the steps, and smiles.

The temple doors swing open under her touch.

The light inside the temple is...different, somehow. Softer, paler, and yet also brighter, making it hard to see. When Lucretia looks out the windows that line the temple's main room, all she can see is a perfect, even white.

The woman seated on the altar at the far end of the room looks up as Lucretia approaches, brushing long, silvery hair back behind her ear and laying the knitting she'd been working on down into her lap. Lucretia draws herself up to her full height as she reaches the altar, holds her shoulders back and her head high.

"Lady Istus," she says, and the woman seated on the altar smiles.

"Lucretia," she says in response. "I wondered if I'd be seeing you. Won't you sit down?"

...

"I have a question."

"Yeah Dad, shoot."

"When does Magn- no, Merle. When does Merle get to play?"

"Well, because you just asked that question, probably - probably in the next mini-arc."

#the adventure zone #balance arc #this is mary's fic tag

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mcfamrealty · 5 years ago

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