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| Meleanna | Sep 5 2009, 09:40 PM Post #1 |
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It was 4 in the morning. Or, perhaps, 3, as by 4 there was usually some subtle rustling in the trees that announced the waking of birds or the return of nocturnal creatures to their dens. Meleanna was certain, at least, that it was no later, as she always made a point of waking up earlier than 5, which was only an hour away from dawn. Mel tilted her head back, her unseeing eyes reflecting the night sky. It occurred to her that she no longer knew what it looked like. Cold made her stomach tense, and sent a shiver up the backs of legs all the way to the nape of her neck. She wished for something more to wear than her thin cotton tunic and leather breeches. Dew speckled her feet and ankles as she drifted toward the fire pit, prodding at the wet charcoal with a twig in hopes of finding an ember. Deciding her search was in vain, she tossed the twig aside, and headed back toward the tent she and Cameron had pitched earlier that night. Before entering, she shook her feet a little in a vain attempt to rid her soles of some of the dew and grass that had collected on them. She bumped her head on the way in, cursing under her breath. Sleepiness made her clumsy, robbed her of what little grace she had to begin with. She was full of sleepiness, positively bursting with it, but she lacked entirely the motive to sleep. Gingerly, she crept in, sitting on top of the fur blanket next to Cam's sleeping form, her knees drawn to her chest. She smiled, listening to his breathing; it was deep and even. Good. It was good to hear him deeply asleep, it was reassuring. She felt like they'd been wandering restlessly for ages now; in truth, it had been somewhere in the region of four months. She sighed. Four months that had been half-fruitless. True, Cam was no longer resigned to his animal prison at night, but he was still stuck a ferret for the daylight hours. And, she knew how it pained him to transform between forms. Having to make that transformation twice daily...It almost made her wish that his curse had just remained unbroken. Almost, anyway. She focused her attention on his breathing, letting the noise map out the contours of his face, so that she could form a picture of him in her mind. She leaned over him, trying to be quiet so as not to make him stir. Her fingers gently grazed his hair, one ever-so-lightly traced his jawline. She remembered the first time they'd met. It was so odd; she would never have imagined this fate for them. Somewhere in the distance, an owl stirred. Her heart quickened, her brow furrowed, and suddenly she felt that dawn was too close. Though, it was still an hour or so away. She pressed the hollow of her palm to his cheek. She knew he wouldn't be annoyed that she was waking him; they spent the pre-dawn hours awake together nearly every morning. "Cam," she whispered softly, "Wake up." ((This is atrocious. x_____x My next post will be better, I promise!)) |
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| Cameron | Sep 5 2009, 11:18 PM Post #2 |
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- The heavenly oceans were that perfect blue that can only be attained on a clear afternoon, the occasional white cloud floating by like fluffy white ships bound for some distant home with the golden light of the sun filling their snow white sails. You could almost hear the jolly laughter of seamen bound for port after a long journey if you just concentrated a little, and where those interminable blue skies finally embraced the earth in that so distant horizon it met with a different ocean of perfectly green grass that swayed and danced under the gentle attentions of the unseen northern winds, which played at the earth as one might over the skin of a lover. It was that same wind which pulled gently at his long brown hair, throwing the already untameable locks into a state of even greater disarray than before. Yet he could care less about the state of his hair as he watched the world move and dance around him, dark violet eyes looking out over the world with the clarified perceptions that any man given a new lease on life can expect to have. Beauties once left unseen to worry about the business of the day now enjoyed to the fullest extent, yet none of the earths wonders were more stunning that his Meleanna. Just there, in the distance where the oceans of blues and greens met he could see the woman he loved walking slowly towards him, her black hair fluttering gently behind her while the element of which she was made pulled softly at her simple silk sundress, betraying the gentle curves of her body long before she was close enough to touch. Other men may have called her a modest women, bonny or lovely but to him she was nothing less than perfection, the only being for which he would gladly lay down his life to protect. He could do nothing but smile as she approached him, and unable to stand still to wait for her to travel the whole length of the distance he more than happily walked barefoot through the grassy waves to meet her half way. Slowly at first, but before long a walk became a run under the weight of his desire to hold her and as though on cue she too ran towards him. It seemed both the briefest second and the longest eternity before they met, immediately holding one another close as only lovers who’ve been apart for a time can. He could feel the line of her body against his, could imagine the smooth expanses of her skin beneath the simple dress, and without the need for even one word he leaned in and presses his lips gently to her own with the full confidence that she would kiss him back. It was a perfect kiss, one that seemed to last for ages until she gently pulled back to smile at him, her hand gently caressing his cheek as whispered words, as soft and melodic as the very wind itself, reached his waiting ear, “Cam. Wake up.” - It took only her words to make him groan and stretch beneath the covers, keeping his eyes closed as he pressed gently into the feeling of her hand on his cheek. Had it been anyone else who woke him he would have immediately snapped at them for ruining such a good dream, but the soft skin that touched his stubble-covered cheek could be none other than the very woman he’d been dreaming about. The only person from any reality, plain of existence, or world that he would ever forgive for ruining a dream which was, ultimately, about her anyway. Slowly he let his eyelids flutter and open, squinting a moment to regain his sight after so deep a sleep before letting Meleanna’s face become the sole focus of his vision. He could tell immediately that her eyes were again blind just by looking at them, a distinct difference from his dreams where he always returned to her the power of sight. Once he had tried to rationalize the reasoning for that to himself, and after several hours of internal debate, for which he had been hit or verbally poked no less than fifteen times by Mel, he had finally concluded it was because he felt she deserved it. Yet even with sightless eyes he loved everything about the woman who now hovered above him, unable to do anything but smile at how tenderly she cared for him each morning when she woke him just before dawn so they could spend his last hour or two as a man together. Without needing any encouragement he let his hands move to rest gently over both her cheeks, using that soft grip to pull her face tenderly towards him as he leaned up to press his lips gently into her own. It was the same thing he did every morning before allowing himself to fully wake up, his last major act as a man before again being sent to his animal prison. At first their kisses had been the brief things of new love but after months on the road the embrace had begun to gather the passion that comes with experience, and the momentary pecks had given way to the much longer kisses of those truly in love. It was in those moments that their lips touched that he was certain there was no man who could ever be happier than he was, his heart always fluttering as he relearned the feeling of her soft, full lips. Only after several minutes which passed by in what seemed to be mere seconds did he slowly remove his lips from her own, his hands lingering on her cheeks a few seconds more to caress her pale white flesh before reluctantly falling back to his sides. There could be no doubting he was a man in love, and though his soft words were still laced with exhaustion from so long spent on the road with far too little sleep they too betrayed the smile that was present on his lips, “It seems the wind is again fair this morning, and I am glad for it.” His smile turned into a small grin after he spoke, the words having become something of a mantra the last few mornings and one he found quite witty. Thus in an attempt to avoid being given an equally witty reply so early at the morning he let his right hand move to gently stroke through her hair while his left patted his chest lightly in an attempt to indicate his desire for her to lay on top of him before it would be him, trapped in his furry prison, who had to lay atop her when they rested. |
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| Meleanna | Sep 6 2009, 01:53 PM Post #3 |
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"Good morning," Mel cooed as Cameron woke, stretching his way out of sleep and pressing his cheek into her palm. A soft blush fell over her face, her heart fluttered just so. As his hands found either side of her face, she smiled with the knowledge of what would come next; a good morning kiss, the sort of good morning kiss that made the whole day good. She returned it, her fingers curling into his hair as their embrace deepened. She left a soft peck on the side of his mouth after they parted, and then another on the hand he'd left on her cheek. “It seems the wind is again fair this morning, and I am glad for it.” She laughed, rolling her eyes. It was such a Cameron thing to say; lately, he'd taken to greeting her with it every morning. Absently, she wondered if his perception of beauty was clouded by his lack of sleep. She felt his hand through her hair, heard him beckon her to his chest, and she knew he meant it. With a smile, she tussled his hair, then obediently wormed her way beneath the blanket and over to him, letting her head rest on the divot between his collarbones. A contented sigh escaped her; why couldn't the night go on a little longer? Better yet, why couldn't the sun just take a day off? Once, when they spent a night at some inn in Morrim, she'd heard a group of cartographers speak of a land up North where the sun would cease to rise for whole months at a time. It had something to do with longitude and latitude and rotational axises; things she'd learned about and later forgotten. She craned her neck, her eyes searching hopelessly for his face; she closed them, sighing in defeat, and drew her arms around his torso, cherishing his warmth. It was cold in the North, they said. It snowed almost year round, but when summer came the landscape transformed itself, becoming thick with vegetation and wildlife. 'Simply magnificent', they called it. "Where are we headed today?" she murmured, wishing he would answer, 'Why, the North, of course!', knowing full well he wouldn't. An owl, that same owl she'd heard before, hooted in the distance. She chewed her lip, anxiously, as though the sun would suddenly rear its head in a matter of seconds. |
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| Cameron | Sep 6 2009, 08:59 PM Post #4 |
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The cold struck his warm flesh like a thousand icy hands caressing gently over his skin, as though the very essence of the pre-dawn chill had decided to make a special trip to steal the very warmth from his body. Yet as quickly as the cold came was it again dispelled as Meleanna’s slim form finished wriggling beneath the fur covering, the momentary chill quickly forgotten as the line of her body pressed so perfectly against his own. It was in moments like this where he was certain the world itself could explode into flame and that he likely wouldn’t even notice the tent around them as it began to burn. A slow smile reformed on his lips as he let his arms wrap around her slender waist, his hands sliding up beneath her tunic to rest gently on her lower back. He could tell even without his hands pressed to her naked flesh that she was cold, more than likely from having been up and about before he had even woken. It was something he was used to by now, and the cotton tunic that separated her bare chest from his did nothing to hide the evidence of just how cold this particular morning was. Yet he never minded the cool temperature of her body in the mornings, in fact he’d come to revel in it as an excuse to press himself as close to her as possible in order to share body heat. There was no need to speak as he let his lavender orbs roam over her facial features, his smile only widening as her sightless eyes moved to his face. He had known almost since their first meeting that she longed to see again, longed to view the world in color instead of the black and white images sound could give. It had become a secret mission of his to one day give her new sight, knowing without any doubt that her cursed eyes were a prison of no less pain than the animal body he would be put back into at dawn. A soft sigh fell from his lips, relinquishing the grip of his right arm around her waist in order to gently comb through her soft black hair, allowing himself to regain the smile he hadn’t even noticed losing while lost in thought moments before. He could tell just by watching her that she was already cursing the dawn despite the fact he’d only once heard her complain aloud, and then only because she hadn’t known he was awake. It was something that made him love her all the more despite the fact he too cursed the suns need to rise these days, more often than not wondering if there wasn’t some way to force it away just long enough to spend a few full days and nights with the woman he’d come to love so much. “Where are we headed today?” Her voice was soft, barely more than a whisper to his human ears. It was a question that made him mentally cringe despite its validity; he had after all been the one primarily pointing their way for the last few weeks. Yet still, it was also a question which brought the closeness of the dawn back to the forefront of his mind, a dawn he now desperately wished would never come. It was a selfish wish, he knew that well, but in that moment he knew that he would all too happily trade the happiness of entire worlds for but a full day and night as a man with Meleanna. Mentally he cursed Sylvester, damned him to unspeakable fates for the curse he’d cast so long ago. Once, he’d made a promise to himself that if he ever found that man again he would be decimated into nothing more than ash, and it was always when the dawn approached that he fully intended to make that threat a reality. It took a lot more effort than Cameron would ever admit aloud to bring his mind back to the present, allowing the sensation of Meleanna’s hair moving through his fingers act as the anchor to reality he needed in order to keep from sinking deeper into that whirlwind of dark thought all his years imprisoned had made a far too common trend. “I think the only option truly left for us at this point is Ashoka,” His voice was soft but strong, as though speaking too loud would somehow shatter the tender moment, “to the City of Oracles. The mages there may be two-bit pretenders but they certainly have a lot of documents about various magical paraphernalia in that academy of theirs… the trick will be finding a quiet way in.” He squeezed her gently after he finished speaking, allowing his words to linger and die in the stillness of their tent. If there had been any options beyond heading for a major city in what was, at best, an unstable country he would have taken that road in a hot second. After four months of fruitless explorations however, there were really no options left and The City of Oracles was their best bet at locating some shred of knowledge about the map… he just wished the damn city could have been part of some nice peaceful dominion in a moderate climate. With a deep sigh he gave Mel another tight squeeze, holding her as close as possible while slowly letting his eyes fall closed again. Already the birds were beginning to stir in their trees and the nocturnal animals were scurrying back to their dens to sleep through the day. He knew the dawn was close, too close. The only gift that the dawn brought was that soon they would be on the road again, hopefully towards the map which would set him free. (Sorry this one kind of sucks, I shall make the next post better!) |
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| Meleanna | Sep 7 2009, 08:29 PM Post #5 |
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Mel could nearly feel Cameron wince at her question; it brought both of them back into the unpleasantness of the present. But, it was necessary to ask. Being blind made Meleanna an obviously lacking navigator; her idea of traveling before she'd met Cam had been to merely drift on the wind, and let it take her where it pleased. She was aware of each kingdom's politics and culture, but had no notion of where nations began and ended, or where the country melted into the city. But, beside that, their quest was Cameron's. Even though she'd vowed to help him break it, it was his curse to break. Thus, in what was for her a rare show of obedience, he lead the way. “I think the only option truly left for us at this point is Ashoka.” Meleanna groaned unhappily, burying her face in the crook of his neck and shoulder. Ashoka was nothing but sand and heat, the kind of blood boiling, unending heat that drove men mad. In Ashoka's case, it drove them to war. The people of that land had been warring so violently for so long that some had nearly forgotten their cause, and now fought only because conflict was bred into them. Mel turned her head to listen as he continued, her nose brushing gently against his jaw, “to the City of Oracles. The mages there may be two-bit pretenders but they certainly have a lot of documents about various magical paraphernalia in that academy of theirs… the trick will be finding a quiet way in.” A quiet way in. If Meleanna was good at anything it was being sneaky, but in a setting like Ashoka, she wasn't sure how easy that would be. She didn't need sight to know that she stuck out like a sore thumb in that land. Of course, if she took her natural form, she wouldn't need to be sneaky. She could just slip under a door, or through a window left ajar, or even through the tiny cracks of a building's foundation. But what would happen if they didn't find their answers in Ashoka? Where was there to explore after that? What if, by some evil twist of fate (which, with their luck, seemed likely), Cam was stuck in this state of limbo forever? Mel didn't dare voice her concerns; as cynical as she typically was, she had to be optimistic for his sake. She'd already caused him so much trouble in the past- forcing him to change to get through a checkpoint in Morrim before they'd found the box, letting him try to protect her in that weakened state, all the various minor injustices she'd done him. The last thing he needed was to hear was her doubts; she was sure he had his own, anyway. She was suddenly distracted as Cam's grip on her tightened, drawing her out of her thoughts. The quiet of nighttime was slowly beginning to ebb away; she could hear the ambient noise around them grow louder as all the forest's inhabitants began to welcome the morning. A lump grew in her throat, and she nestled closer into him, though there was hardly a gap to close between them. Mel lifted her left hand from where it'd been resting over his chest and let her fingers drift over the hard line of his jaw. They meandered to his cheekbone, lightly grazed the delicate skin beneath his eye, traced his brow and the gentle dip of his nose, to finally stop at his lips. If fate had robbed her of taking comfort at the sight of him, she could take more tactile comforts. Her lips replaced her fingertips, pressing against his with an undeniable hint of desperation; her hand tangled itself in his hair. She whispered his name when they parted, her voice slightly breathy and nearly inaudible, and her cheeks flushed. A mourning dove cooed sorrowfully in the distance. It almost seemed apologetic. Mel bit her lip to hold back a curse. "I should finish getting dressed," she said, her voice hollow as she relented to the fact that dawn was very near. She carefully removed herself from Cam's embrace, clicking her tongue once to listen for where her pack was located within the tent. When she found it, she procured a wool, charcoal-colored jerkin, a belt with a number of pouches attached to it, a pair of knit socks, and her travel boots. Rather ungracefully, she struggled into the jerkin, strapping the belt around the small of her waist, and then pulled on her socks and boots. A meadow lark whistled the moon to sleep, waiting for the sun to wake. Mel's eyes were listless, her jaw clenched. She crawled up beside Cam once more, kissing his cheek as she murmured, "I love you." The sky outside began to fade from black to sapphire blue. The sun was stirring from its sleep. ((Ugh, I caught a case of the rambles, sorry.)) |
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| Cameron | Sep 7 2009, 10:04 PM Post #6 |
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When the intense glare of the suns now almost unbearable rays finally relinquished their hold on the land and the saint of salvation released Cameron from his cursed prison he always appeared dressed exactly as he had been on the eve of the initial cursing. While he could force himself past his curse for short periods during the day the process was excruciatingly painful, making the only way he’d ever been able to accurately explain it to someone through a comparison to the sensation of attempting to walk on two broken legs while flaming arrows pierced every vital organ in ones body. As an added bonus those forced transformations left him naked, for he wasn’t strong enough to force both his body and those things he owned from the control of Sylvester’s damnable spell. Yet because he always returned to manhood at night with his items intact so too did they vanish when he was again forced back into his prison at dawn. It was for that reason alone that he never worried about dressing in the mornings, and for that same exact reason why the only coverings that now kept his bare flesh from Mel’s own were the ones she’d put on for her walk. It was a fact that he never forgot when she laid with him for that last short while before the sun rose, and it was often endlessly annoying that there was a clock on how long they’d have together. More often than not he was forced to release her too soon, more often than not he found himself ready to plead with any god that might be left to have his curse broken. Some mornings, he was even willing to pay the price of his very soul. As Mel ran her fingers over his face he could already feel it shaping up to be exactly one of those mornings, yet despite the annoyance of knowing the gentle touches could go nowhere beyond just that, gentle touches, he still found himself pressing into the sensations of her hand. In a way he knew it was how she saw him without sound, allowing her fingers to map out the contours of his face instead of reverberations in the air… it was the way he highly preferred and one that never lasted long enough. It was just as the touch of her fingers slid away and his mouth began to open in complaint that her lips suddenly pressed into his. It was one of those kisses where you can practically hear the fireworks exploding all around you, the head-over-heels blackout until there are only two of you kisses. One made all the more special by the fact he could feel the desperation that was hidden within it as clearly as one feels the rain on their skin. It was definitely a sell his soul morning. Her hand tangled into his hair, his hands squeezed about her waist. Given the time he sincerely doubted her clothing would have a half-life that lasted beyond the dawn… but then, that was exactly the problem. The dawn was coming. He could feel it like a magical noose slowly being tightened about his neck, one he desperately wanted to ignore so that he could remain here, a man, kissing the woman he loved. She whispered his name when she finally pulled back from the embrace, the sound sending a shiver through him, though he could tell she had stopped due to the exact same concerns presently in his own mind. Gods above and Daemons bellow he hated that infernal ball of fire they called the life giver. If it exploded and all the world died in the shadow of darkness it would be preferable to being trapped forever on someone else’s clock. “I should finish getting dressed.” The resignation in her voice was more than clear, turning her normal tone into something hollow. They were the exact words he hadn’t wanted to hear, the words he so greatly wanted to be taken back despite knowing they couldn’t be. The dawn was too close to be anything but practical at this point and he hated that. Even as she carefully untwined herself from him he wanted nothing more than to grab the back of her tunic, to tell her to stop because the sun wouldn’t change him today, but he knew that was impossible. The sun, as much as he cursed it, would come again in the shape of his jailor and it was not in his power to stop it… yet. A soft curse fell from his lips as he sat up, keeping the covers around his waist as he rubbed at his still sleep fogged eyes before watching Mel put on the rest of her clothing. It wasn’t a good sign when she felt the need to finish dressing, it meant the sun was almost up and that soon he would be in one of her pockets or on her shoulder instead of at her side. The fact he could feel the distinct sensation of foreign magic beneath his skin didn’t help the situation any, it meant his curse was waking up after its night of quiet slumber. Only Mel finding her way back to his side gave him any distraction from the tingling sensation beneath his flesh, a warning that he had maybe thirty minutes at best before it became the pain of transformation. Some part of his brain registered that Mel now had the curse so well timed she could sense when it was coming and going and he loved her even more for it, while the rest of his conscious thought focused solely on her nearness to him. A kiss on the cheek brought the smile back to his lips, but it was her soft spoken words that got his heart pounding in his chest. They always caught him off guard, always brought him inexplicable joy… just three little words. “I love you.” He didn’t need any time to think or consider those words before he wrapped an arm around her, holding her tight to him as he leaned in to place a soft kiss to her forehead before speaking softly in turn, “And I love you, my fair wind.” As a small tremor ran through his body he held her all the tighter. The curse was waking up hungry this morning, something that had only happened a few times thus far and always on days that were particularly tender or important. Almost as if the curse had a mind of its own and had to make up for in pain any joy or happiness he felt. Thus far it was only a subtle ache in the core of his being, but soon he knew it would be so much more and all he could hope to do was shelter Mel from knowledge of just how badly it would hurt. Without another word or thought he pulled her that much tighter, holding the woman he loved close to prepare for what was soon to come. |
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| Meleanna | Nov 5 2009, 07:25 PM Post #7 |
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“And I love you, my fair wind.” She smiled, her palms pressed to either side of his face, sliding down to rest on his shoulders. Her made her feel giddy when he said things like that, tender things. Things meant only for her, things she knew he'd only ever said to her and would only ever say to her. But, while sweet, Cameron's words sounded final, like an ending; it made her uneasier, as did the desperation in the way he tugged her to him. Her fingers crept up the nape of his neck, her chin resting on his collar bone. She could feel magic moving beneath his skin like snakes whipping around in his veins, hot and malevolent, so far removed from the soft, golden warmth of the spells she was used to. The blood rushed from her face; it was coming. She clenched her jaw, her lips pursed as she held back curses. "We'll find what we need in Ashoka," she murmured. Just to convince herself, she repeated, "We'll find it. I'm sure." And, then she was. She was completely certain. There was no other option; the resolution to there predicament had to exist. She would refuse to let herself believe anything different. Even as she felt Cameron shudder in her arms, even as she bit back tears and clenched her jaw, she knew it would be alright. And, when he was no longer in her arms, but crawling around in the tent, she still felt somewhat at ease. Ashoka. They would find it in Ashoka. --- At least, the sun wasn't glaring that day; a thick blanket of clouds tempered its brightness, leaving their surroundings pale and cool. But, while the climate was more comfortable than usual, Meleanna was becoming increasingly uncomfortable. The straps of the pack slung over her shoulders had begun to dig into her muscles, pressing against bruises from the many treks she'd taken earlier, and the collar of her wool jerkin had begun to irritate the sensitive skin of her neck. A permanent grimace had been fixed to her face for the past two miles or so. The thought of Ashoka and a possible cure was all that kept her going; her eyelids drooped even as she walked and her stomach growled just minutes after she ate. They'd come to a gravel road only an hour prior; all the trekking before that had been over the uneven forest floor. They were somewhere between Soto and Ashoka. Madrid would be not far off. She could barely wait to reach that precious check point on their journey. Madrid was only two days from the Ashokan border. She sniffed the air, tried to listen ahead for any sign of a town. She'd heard Madrid had a few outlying hamlets. A few twigs snapped in the distance, and she paused. She let out a loud whistle, listening closely to the echoes. Nothing but forest around them, and a clearing ahead. Another snap, and she listened as a fox pensively trotted across their path. "How far do you suppose we are from the next town?" she asked, her voice a bit breathy from exhaustion. ((I apologize. This is awful, I have to get back into the swing of things. >_< I can edit this if you mind me jumping ahead.)) |
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