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demoncryptspanties · 5 years ago

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Time After Time

Part 5

Masterlist, part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4

A/N Sorry this a day late, I didn't realise how busy I would be x. Also, thank you so much for the kind messages and support. Also due to linking issues just type in time after time and you should find the rest of these if the links don't work.

Warnings: This chapter does contain smut so yeah.

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You had prepared to visit the aunties a year later. There were things you needed to finish up here, and a couple other places you wanted to visit. At least that’s what you told yourself. It was more of you weren’t ready, but you didn’t want to admit that to anyone, most of all yourself. When you had gotten ready to come there was an issue. Ambrose’s uncle, the head of the coven had been caught in a scandal. It was a huge thing and the aunties thought it was best that you didn’t come until it had been sorted out.

It had gotten worse once they had found out that his mortal wife had gotten pregnant and even worse after that as both parents had died. After the funeral, Zelda had asked you discreetly for help. You had always been good with children and although both aunties were midwives, they weren’t the best with babies especially newborns.

You had been talking to Ambrose every week, same as the aunties. You had been on better terms; one could say you were friends. Sort of. It was complicated. The amount of history between you two had meant that you were teetering on this weird line. You knew too much about each other, had been too close to start again and yet you both tried to stay on this line of not becoming too comfortable. You relayed practically every detail of every conversation with the girls.

Lilac had changed her tune. According to her, you were happier, brighter in some way. The women of the coven which you had become close to notice the same. It felt like home here, but you also missed your home there. Although your relationship with your dad was fine you kept your conversations monthly, it was weird dynamic you two had. You were angry at him, now older, now more mature, his actions and passivity was an issue in your childhood, and you had recognised that.

Once you arrived at the aunties house, you stood outside for a second or two. You spotted Ambrose sitting quite comfortably on an old trunk. You decided not to call him and instead knocked on the door and entered the house. How you couldn’t hear the baby crying from outside you would never know. Hilda was rocking the baby while Hilda sat with a cup of something a very annoyed look on her face.

She perked up at the sound of you entering the house, Hilda practically dropped the baby on you and went to the kitchen to stir something. You bounced the baby on your hip who seemed to settle down pretty quickly. The moment she stopped crying Zelda let out a sigh of relief and gestured for you to sit opposite her.

“I don’t think I have ever been so happy to see someone in my whole life.” Zelda held her cup tighter and the baby babbled a little.

“It’s good to see you too.” You started to coo at the baby who settled into your arms and fell asleep all in the space of about 10 minutes. Hilda set a brew of something in front of you which you accepted with a satisfied hum and brought it to your lips. It was something with cinnamon, extremely sweet but not sickly.

You felt a level of comfort with the aunties sitting across from you, all you were missing was Ambrose with his arm around your shoulder and a cup of tea in one hand.

“I would tell you about my journey and stuff but there is little to tell. Instead, who is this little cutie?” You shifted the baby into your other arm.

“So, this is Sabrina. You remember Ambrose’s uncle Edward. Well, I’m pretty certain you met once but yes; this is his child. He unfortunately as you know died in a plane accident with his wife. A mortal woman. This is their offspring.” She said all of that with a feign of annoyance which you knew well enough was a faced. She already adored this kid.

Ambrose came in not shortly after, the lack of crying baby seemed to draw him in. You could hear him sigh the minute he walked through the door, stopping short and cocking his head when he saw.

“Y/N, I didn’t expect to see you here, nobody told me you were coming.” He gave a pointed look at the aunties.

“I didn’t know that you didn’t know. How are you, Ambrose.” You tensed up at his surprise, Sabrina stirring in your arms.

“I’m fine.” He clearly didn’t know where to place himself, the only seat left being next to you. Selene ever protective of you crawled out of your arm and instead of doing what she was about to do, settled herself on top of the baby who grabbed her lightly. The picture of the three of you was endearing and by the time you looked up Ambrose had made his decision and settled next to you.

The feeling was odd like everything was back to ‘normal’ but also off. Like there was something on the edge of your conscious that you couldn’t place. He seemed to stop himself from doing something and refused to meet your eye.

“So, how long are you staying?” His tone had a feeling you again couldn’t place. He had changed so much over the years that you couldn’t read him as easily as you use to.

“Well, I’m not actually sure. I was asked to help with the baby. I suppose when you’re settled, I’ll leave again.” He seemed to ponder something before nodding his head slowly.

It turned out to be 8 months. You and Ambrose acted as you could, almost as if close friends. Angelica visited twice and Lilac once. Everyone meeting Lilac was probably the highlight of your 8 months stay. She had gotten on extremely well with Zelda and the havoc that they wrecked made everyone in the house chuckle.

Above all, you had become extremely close to Sabrina. You weren’t sure of what it was about the child, but she stuck to you like glue and you were happy to have her around you. She provided a distraction for the odd dynamic between you and Ambrose and for that, you would always be grateful.

You and Ambrose talked a little but often were not left together alone, by alone you meant without Sabrina or the aunties. It was sort of bittersweet when you left. You had filled 4 notebooks during the duration of your stay with all sorts of ramblings that you were ready to look over properly when you got to your other home.

You had promised to visit at last once a year to watch Sabrina grow up. Now that you had already come back, the thought of visiting again, of seeing him again seemed less daunting.

The years went by as normal, or at least somewhat normal. You visited your friends and your sister and Sabrina as often as you could. She knew you as auntie pumpkin for the first couple of years thanks to Ambrose and then shorted to pumpkin until she was 9 where she started to call you by your actual name. That year also was a weird time for you. Although you and Ambrose were okay, or at least friends there seemed to be something lurking beneath the surface.

The day started off as normal, you were due to leave and go back to central America a week later. You had gone to his room in the attic and for some reason decided not to knock. Both aunties and Sabrina were out. You had a book in one hand and the doorknob in the other. What you were going to do was ask whether he wanted to drink some tea and maybe watch a movie or something but instead, you got the sight of him with a wooden box in his hands, eyes towards the ceiling and a thoughtful look on his face.

His eyes widened the minute he registered that you were there, but he made no rush to hide the box on his lap. “Y/N.” He couldn’t bring himself to say anything more than your name and instead opted to wait for your response.

“Ambrose, why do you still have that.” Your voice was soft, shy even. The music that was playing on some antique record player you had given him filling the silence.

“I don’t know.” The answer was raw and soft. It had been the most truthful thing he had told you in a while. You had refrained from talking about your feelings and him, his. The conversation felt wrong, something was going to happen, and you would regret it. Everything seemed to scream at you to close the door and leave him be, you aren’t sure why, but you went in and closed the door behind you.

Your breathing seemed to get deeper, and you chewed on your bottom lip. “Why didn’t you ever give me that, when we were together. I mean you tried to once, just after your sentence but why didn’t you try again. For years.” He was still unable to meet your gaze.

It was in this moment that you wished the aunties would come back, or Sabrina or Selene was with you. Anything to stop this moment. You decided you didn’t want to know his answer, except you did. Maybe his answer would make everything make sense. Maybe this line you stayed clear of could disappear. Maybe the two of you would be okay, if for a moment.

“I felt like I didn’t deserve you. That I never did. That I still don’t. If you weren’t tied to me, you would find someone who deserved you.” The air was thick, he seemed to feel it too but didn’t say anything. Or do anything for that matter. You were both too afraid to move towards each other, why, you didn’t know yet.

“I don’t know why you would ever think that. I loved you.” You said that as firmly as you could, but it came across a little shaky.

“Loved?” You took a step towards his bed, the tension thick in the air. There wasn’t a point in lying now. You know he knew; you couldn’t hide it.

“No. No, not really. I love you. I thought it would be easier to pretend I don’t feel anything but it’s still there. It’s still there. I couldn’t get rid of you if I tried.” You took another step forward, it was dangerous. You couldn’t go back now. You were too close. It was like you could feel his own body heat. Neither of you knew what to do from here, this was uncharted territory. Long past that line, you tried to avoid.

You stole a look at the box in his left hand. The wood seemed like it was recently carved. Like he had taken good care of it. Because of this, you missed the flash of emotion on his face. The small curve of his mouth and then the sudden furrow of his eyebrows.

You had moved forward; this was something you wanted right. He stood up, slowly, testing. It was bad and he tried hard to stop himself. You both were in front of each other now, if you or he moved any closer, that would be it. You didn’t want to look at him in the eyes, so you made the mistake of looking at his lips instead.

“I love you too.” He had tipped the scales. You weren’t sure whether it was you or him that moved first but the two of you kissed, passionately but not quite desperately. It was testing, would one of you pull away. Did either of you want this?

Hands moved in a flurry, not quite pulling on clothes but deciding where to place themselves. Your head was fuzzy, and you weren’t sure why. You only knew that this is what you wanted, and that consequences and feelings could be a problem for a later time.

He pulled away first, looking at you in the eye. He was afraid that if he said anything it would ruin the moment. You answered his silent question with a tug of his shirt, he let out a breath and returned the favour. A hand traced shapes on his skin as your mouths explored each other. It was gentle, careful and calculated. Your head only cleared up a little when he moved from your lips to your neck making you moan quietly. The sound of your voice seemed to make him pause. He was asking again, and you answered again, a hand moving to the waistband of his trousers.

It must have been a minute before the two of you were completely bare to each other. His hand went further down your chest and back, exploring the curve of your breasts and ass before moving to your outer thigh. His right hand drew small circled there until he paused again to take a breath. You wanted to believe that this was wrong, but you couldn’t, your brain wouldn’t let you. It felt right, normal like this was meant to be. You chalked it up to fate that you chose that exact moment you decided to walk in when he was willing to share when you were willing to share.

He moved so that you had your back to the mattress and pushed you down gently. His mouth moved past your neck and he nibbled on each of your breasts. Your nipples were already hard, so he spent little time there, leaving a trail of opened mouth kisses down your stomach eventually getting to your thighs.

His left hand gently groped your breast and you laid your head back, completely engrossed in the moment. He kissed up both of your thighs and nibbled gently until you let out a soft whine, shifting your legs a little. His left hand left your breast and instead joined the other on your legs to hold them down. He stopped for a moment and looked up at you, you looked down at him and gave him an encouraging smile.

You felt his hot breath against the insides of your thighs for a second until you feel is tongue meet your clit. The pressure was perfect, he knew exactly how it worked with you, that seemed to be one thing that didn’t change. He started off with kitten licks, eventually his tongue moving to small circles around your clit. The rhythm matched that of his thumbs against your thighs. It was perfect. The air just seemed to get hotter and hotter the more worked up you got.

He licked a long line from your entrance to your clit and the sensation of his mouth was replaced by his thumb which had moved from your thigh to your clit. The circles were small and slow, but it had your leg twitching, you were close to bucking upwards for some sort of relief. He seemed to sense this, and two fingers entered you. It was slick and his pumping had you gasping, what was previous quiet moans and groans was replaced by the sound of extremely heavy breathing. You were trying hard not to lose yourself, but it was near impossible with how good that felt.

You let this continue for a moment, he was focussed, and it felt so good, he knew all the right angles and pace. He knew your body probably better than you did. He looked almost determined, you thought at first to make you cum but that seemed too obvious, then his face would have a lazy smirk and he wouldn’t look at you. His gaze was instead intense, watching every movement of your body. Your hand moved from your side and stopped him.

You pulled his fingers towards you and sucked lightly on them, swirling your tongue and pulling them out with a soft pop. He seemed mesmerised by your action. You sat up slightly and shuffled backwards, pulling him towards you. He waited for a moment, you weren’t sure what for, you practically whimpered a soft “please” looking at him straight in the eye. Your eyes were wide, innocent like there weren’t issue with what was happening. Both yours and his pupils were blown, whatever colour they previously had replaced with black.

He traced your lip with his thumb and then kissed you hard, entering you at the same time. You both groaned, louder than expected but at that point, you didn’t care. For whatever reason, you were holding back didn’t matter anymore. It was done, it was happening there was no reason to stop. You didn’t want to say no and deep down you knew that at any point if this had happened at any point before now you would have let it.

Everything was hot and sweet and blurry, you weren’t sure if it was the feeling of him on top of you, the hand on your thigh, the other caressing whatever skin it touched, the feeling of his lips or the way he felt in you. Maybe it was all of that, but it felt perfect, you weren’t supposed to be anywhere else at that moment. This was supposed to happen. Any reservations you had were completely thrown out the window at this point as one hand moved from the back of his neck to where his shoulder met his back. With the way, you were squeezing there was no way that you wouldn’t see red crescents for days.

Your other hand went between your legs, the moment your fingers met your clit your head tipped back. That was it, everything was perfect, the coil in your stomach tightened quicker than you anticipated, you slowing down the pace of your fingers but his thrusts were the same. His breathing got quicker at that point, thrusts more erratic, his head bent down, so his mouth was at your ear. “Go on pumpkin, I know you want to,” You let out a deep drawn out moan just as his thrusts got sloppy, he let out a similar groan and then stills pushing himself away and settling next to you. “You’re so perfect.” You chose not to respond to that.

Neither of your heads was clear enough to have the conversation that needed to happen, that was about to happen. If there was a way to make this moment not end, then you wouldn’t let it. “I don’t know what to say.” That statement was truthful enough.

“Neither do I.” He couldn’t look at you. You got up pretty suddenly. Nobody was home so you went to the closest bathroom as you were. You cleaned up and sat on the toilet for a moment. The image of you in the mirror seemed to sober you up. You had seen this you before but instead of a loving and satisfying feeling, you were unsure. You didn’t know where to go from here, you didn’t regret it, but you also didn’t welcome whatever happened, whatever you were feeling. As unsure as you felt, you had the feeling that it was supposed to happen, it was fate or the result of longing.

You came back and threw a washcloth at him, deciding not to move any closer. He mumbled a “thanks,” but like you had no clue where to go from here.

“What does that mean, for us.” You felt brave up until you finished, then the question seemed stupid.

“I’m not sure. You could stay, for now.” The invitation was closed off, he hoped you would say no. It would be too awkward.

“I don’t think that a good idea Ambrose. You broke up with me. I didn’t willingly let you go.” Your ton wasn’t supposed to be as soft or sad as it sounded but your previous activities had completely killed your façade for the moment.

“I know.” He didn’t say anything more than that and turned away from you. His mind was screaming at him to say something, to explain, but he didn’t know how to phrase anything or what to say so he let you leave. He let you walk out the door again.

He decided that he was going to explain something, his actions seemed so dumb after everything. Everything he told himself about him not being good enough, about you losing your freedom seemed like complete bullshit now. He was wrong, he was so wrong. He couldn’t change anything now, but he could change what happened. He made the decision to talk to you at some point but with his mind, completely gone sleep came to him too quickly. He, therefore, missed your knock on the door, the subsequent letter you left on the bed and the soft kiss to his forehead. You were gone, again, before he had even opened his eyes. You hadn’t taken the box with you, deciding to leave it under your letter.

It took him a day after you left to read the letter. He tried to bring himself to, but it was a lot more difficult, he couldn’t help but feel that there was an ending of sorts inside of it. He was right in that aspect, his indecisiveness, indecision, it was too late for him.

Dear Ambrose,

I’ll keep this short because I’ll say too much if I go on. I know this won’t be the end for us we seem to always find our way back to each other. Life is long and we always seem to be subject to coincidence and fate. I’m happy, now. Not that I wasn’t before, I am happy, being independent, visiting being a part of your life. Us teetering on this line that we just crossed it's not good. Not if you still have doubts, not if you don’t want me completely. I can’t find myself again, my place in the world if we try again and it doesn’t work. Once was enough for me, maybe I’m scared, well I am scared but I have to protect myself. That’s what I’m doing. I love you and I always will and that’s why I need to keep a distance, I’ve too long inhibited you from being happy and I can’t do that to you anymore. You thought the problem was you and your sentence and my want to travel but it was me, I wasn’t enough, and I won’t be. You deserve anything that makes you happy and I know now that, that isn’t me. I want you to remember me fondly, remember all the happy moments and just that. I want you to forget the longing, I want you to forget the mistakes. I was selfish and it cost me the best thing that ever happened to me. I should have stayed but I don’t get the chance to make that decision anymore. I want you to be able to find something that is enough, and I want you to feel like you deserve it. I will always love you, also, you should throw away the box, there’s no space for it in our lives now.

Yours truly,

Y/N

He read it over three times and threw it straight into the fire. It was clear he was wrong, all those years ago. He was still wrong to not say anything now and now its too late. He told himself you would be better without him and threw the box into the fire as well. The flames were a bright red and he watched it, sat there until the flames fell to a soft yellow. It was an ending to something.

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ritacaroline · 6 years ago

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Bonz fanfic Part 13

Record Shop Madness Ch. 13

It was one of those clear crisp Saturdays, and Laura was riding back to the house atop Gingy. The sun sparkled in the sky that day and Laura’s hair was ablaze as it flew haphazardly behind her. It bounced gloriously in ripples, glistening red highlights in the sun. She appeared to be a goddess to Jimmy, who had just arrived there with John Paul this morning. John Paul had already entered into the home, a few minutes ago, welcomed by John Henry. Page didn’t join them at first, in hopes of capturing a few moments with the lovely Laura. He had enjoyed

their private conservation so well a few nights ago. He was certainly unused to sharing verbally anything private and especially of such a personal matter. He was caught unaware of how good it could feel to share one’s worries or heavy thoughts with another kind person who totally cares. He was so comforted by her soft kindness, he strongly desired just a few moments of time speaking with her today. Laura stopped with Gingy just next to Jim. And she shown in the bright sun with a glorious smile which gave Jimmy a little jolt of happiness in his heart. His attraction toward her was not so much one of romance, well, maybe a tiny bit. He surely had no intention of ever lifting her away from his beloved buddy, John Henry. Not that he even thought that to be possible, judging from the strong bond he observed between them. She jumped down from Gingy in an agile way, while right in front of Jimmy, she landed in a thump gracefully and athletically. She stood there mortally as she came to a sudden halt. Sweet Rick was there to accept Gingy the horse and as they exchanged really nice smiles with each other, Laurie handed him the lead. Her cheeks were ruddy and she smelled of the fresh outdoors. And of course her eyes and smile were so welcoming to Jimmy. He immediately and naturally stepped close and pulled her in for a nice close tight hug, her chin on top of his slender shoulder. “Mmmm, Laur, you look so bright and I’m so glad to lay eyes on ya !” he said in a giddy voice. She held him warmly right against herself and had her face pressed right into his thick head of shiny wavy curls. “Yes, my Jimmy,” she spoke warmly to him. He adored it, the love in her voice, the comfort she naturally emitted. He smelled clean and heavenly as he’d just had a shower. They walked to the house with their arms around each others waists. Once in the Bonham’s country kitchen, Laurie gave Jimmy a seat and fixed them each a hot cup of tea and next brought over some freshly baked corn muffins. They sat together enjoying their snack as they heard the two Johns playing their instruments together in the den.

Laurie asked him, “Jim, you seem lighter and less stressed since we last spoke, darling. How is it all going now ?”

He spoke, “Well, ultimately she left, Hilda did. I was much more fine with it after you and I discussed it that evening. Guess I realized we aren’t a good match. I think we brought out the worst in each others’ demeanors. I’m sort of relaxed now and peaceful. The incessant arguing and her little stinging comments were bringing me way down, I have to say. Sometimes we’re better off without a person, then to be in a constant struggle to keep them close. She was loving toward me in other ways, but certainly not a match for me. I wish I could meet a woman like you, Laur. So caring and easy to talk with, so loving. Where can I find one like you, girl ?” he said thoughtfully, while staring into her extraordinarily beautiful eyes.

“Ahhwww ! So sweet, Jimmy. That’s just speculation, though. You really have no idea what I’m like to live with, and perhaps one “like me” may be the worst thing ever for you. You really never know. Hilda wasn’t it, but your girl is out there waiting for you now, somewhere. And you’re certain to find her one day. Don’t be in such a rush, you need to live your life as it presents itself, my darling.” He sipped on his hot tea, and used a napkin to wipe a little off his red full lips. They were delicious looking. Laurie knew for a fact that Jim was lusted over and heavily desired by any woman who had the pleasure of making his acquaintance. He was a magnet for the ladies. So sensitive and alluring, with his sparkling green eyes, perfect features and soft lovely voice. It was instantaneous in most cases. As in, now there’s a guy I can really make love with. Yummy. He just had “that” quality that drove the ladies wild. And Laurie suspected that he knew it, too.

Just then John Paul and John Henry walked into the kitchen. John Henry and Jim grabbed each other’s hands in a rough hand shake, John Henry saying loudly, “Hey mate, how’s life treatin ya ?” Jim answered, “Not bad, not bad. And yourself ?” “Better than ever my friend. Things are going great. ”John Henry replied. Jimmy noticed one of the guys had brought his guitar case into the house for him, along with his small travel size amp unit. He pointed to it, and said “Thanks.” to no one in particular. John poured a few mugs of tea for himself and John Paul, and they joined in for a snack as well. John Henry sat close to Laurie and kissed her a few times at the side of her forehead. He asked, “And how was your ride with Gingy, this morning, my love ? You look fetching as ever ”, even though they had been together much of the morning before she left for the ride. “Thank you, angel. Oh, it was refreshing and bright, thanks. We’re working very well together, the two of us.” she exclaimed. “Yes, I’ve observed that. It’s fantastic how you’re getting on. I’m very pleased about it.” John Henry answered.

After their snack, Mrs. H. walked in, to tend to a juicy pork roast which she had cooking in the oven. She greeted them all kindly, and spoke, “Laurie, and men, this roast is nearly done. And after it rests awhile, I’ll slice it up into thin slices and it will be great for sandwiches. I’ll put out some mayo and pickles and some freshly baked rolls which I just picked up. And you all can enjoy it.” John answered, “Oh, wow, Mrs. H,- that smells and sounds delicious. We all just ate some of your corn muffins and tea though, so maybe in a couple hours will be better. But thanks so much for the offer, you’re the greatest !” All joined in with agreement and thanks and nodding. She was touched. John went to her and gave her a sweet hug, similar to a mom/son hug. It was sweet and sensitive, as all were seeing the complexity of their bond. The guys decided it was time to play a bit in the den, where John’s home drum kit was set up, so they all headed for there. Jimmy stood up and took Laurie’s hand and gave it a tender kiss, and petted her hair a little. Then walked toward the den. He and Laurie had made quite their own bond together, as of late. She enjoyed it very much. Jim was serious as a heart attack when he told her he’d wished for a girl like her. But - her love for John Henry was as real and honest and overwhelming as love gets. So there was no chance of she and Jim ever being a couple, not as long as John Henry was there.

Later in the day, once all visitors had gone home, John took Laurie by the hand and led her to their bed. They lay down peacefully together. He held her to himself, face to face with his arms encircling her. He kissed her on top of her head and the side of her face over and over again. In appreciation of her glorious spirit, and how proud she made him feel, especially in front of his crew. John and his love were so comfortable and satisfied to be in each other’s arms, that they fell asleep within moments. It was as beautiful as is earthly possible.

They awoke several hours later and it was dusk now. John said, “Laur, sleeping here just now with you was the best feeling in the world to me. You’re my love and it couldn’t get any more perfect than this.”

With that, she began kissing his gorgeous lips and his neck, gently and enticingly. Kissing his wonderful warm neck and her soft breath against it, hit him like a bolt of lightning. Tickled him and set off his instincts, that yes, I’m going to need to make love to her. Most men, in fact, we’ve heard, have revealed that once a woman begins kissing his neck, he instantly feels a signal inside saying, yes, we’re making love. No two ways about it. As was very true for this manly man. So he began slowly removing articles of her clothes, and she was finding herself blazing hot with desire for him. She helped him slip his things off also, and then once naked, they were all over each other. Kissing, licking, nuzzling, massaging. John began squeezing her thighs, rubbing her lovely legs, caressing her hips. The passion was thick. He pulled her on top of himself and she took control. They made love there for hours and he said, in his love drenched voice, so sexily, “I was wrong earlier when I said that sleeping together and relaxingly was the best feeling in the world. My girl, a correction, having your arms and legs wrapped around me while I’m inside of you, this clearly is what the best feeling in the world is.“ And she smiled a pleased smile as they continued loving each other. John later said, “Oh, my love, my Laurie, you make me so happy and I am so satisfied to the sky with the love you give me. I couldn’t be more satisfied than this, my angel, I love you so much.” She was thrilled by his sensitive remarks, and said, ”And I feel the same toward you, my darling. Most beautiful sexy man in this world. And I feel fantastic too.”

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