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Three Days Later
Savannah, Georgia-11PM
Sam watched as
his father talked to Missouri on the phone in the diner wondering if the
psychic had gotten any signs of Dean’s whereabouts. He had hooked back up with
his father in Augusta the day before, and they had driven south to Savannah
trying to find a trace of Dean’s presence. They had gotten lucky in Augusta and
a hotel employee had recognized Dean from a picture; however, the employee had
informed them that Dean and the other man he was with had checked out the day
before. The employee had described the other man as extremely tall with jet
black hair, and Sam was struggling to come to terms with the fact that somehow
Christian may possibly be alive.
“I appreciate
your help Missouri,” John spoke before he disconnected the call.
“Anything?”
“The only thing
she’s been experiencing are dreams with flocks of birds flying,” John mumbled
while chewing on a fry.
“Birds are
strange,” Sam replied. “It’s not even winter so why dream of them flying in
flocks?”
“Beats me, I’m
not the psychic of the family.”
“I’m not a
psychic,” Sam argued while drinking down the last of his Coke. He pushed his
plate to the side and looked at his father who was pushing the last of his
fries around, “So, when are we going to talk about it?”
“Talk about a
loaded question,” John began. “You’re going to have to clarify exactly what it
is you’re referring to since there are so many disturbing things to talk about
that pertains to this family over the last few months.”
Sam knew that
John was referring to the incest and the disturbing desires his youngest had
been having, but he chose to not be baited by his father, and instead refrained
from arguing, “I meant the possibility
of Christian being alive.”
“Well, I suppose
it’s possible that Sicily resurrected him again, “John reasoned before placing
his napkin over his plate signaling that it was time to leave.
Sam shook his
head, “Nope, I had that vision the night of Christian’s death. She couldn’t
have resurrected him that quickly.”
“Okay…is it
possible that Dean lied to you and that he hadn’t really killed him?”
Sam thought about
the car and Christian’s corpse watching as he screwed Dean into the backseat,
“Nope, trust me, I know he was dead. I touched him.”
“I don’t know,”
John murmured as he ran his hands over his face while yawning, “Maybe the
fucker’s got an evil twin or something seeking revenge.”
Normally, Sam
would have dismissed his father’s ramblings, but seeing Marco and Michel by
Christian’s side left room for speculation. “As crazy as that sounds…Dmitry
does have a thing for twins.”
John thanked the
waitress as she brought the check and looked at his son in doubt, “You
seriously think that Christian’s twin turned Dean?”
“Maybe,” Sam
grinned slowly. “Or maybe, Dean killed the twin and it was Christian that turned
him.”
“I wouldn’t put
anything past that crazy ass family,” John replied placing his tip on the
table, “Either way we’re still looking for Dean, and we don’t have a clue where
to head next. Tourist areas are all along the Gulf Coast and in Florida, and
they could have went back north after Augusta.”
Sam stood up to
pay for the check, “Yeah, but we do have a clue.”
“Really?”
“Missouri gave us
the clue and she doesn’t even realize it,” Sam hinted.
John watched as
his son paid the check at the register and thought about Missouri’s dream.
“South…birds fly south for the winter.”
“Bingo,” Sam
grinned as he placed his wallet inside his jeans. “And south it is.”
John and Sam
walked out to the parking lot; John getting in his truck while Sam got into the
Impala, but neither man saw the shadow as it followed them to their cars or as
followed them down Interstate 95.
*******************************************************
Francis Marion National Forest in South
Carolina-2AM
Sicily stood in
nervous anticipation as she watched her Sire pull himself out of his grave. For
four nights she had coaxed Dmitry back into existence, and she had once again
used her gypsy magic to do so. She was nervous because she didn’t know how
Dmitry would respond to her betrayal, and she worried that he would not
understand her motivation when she helped Christian to escape Alexei’s
fortress.
Dmitry slowly
pulled himself out of the pit while shaking off dirt from his clothes and from
his hair. He peered up into the night sky looking at the moon as if it held
secrets to tell and completely ignored the Childe who stood by in wait. He was
filthy, hungry, and silent; the air around him seemed to stand still as it
waited for his first words.
“Sire, are you
okay?”
Dmitry slowly turned
his head and looked at Sicily, “Of course I am. Why wouldn’t I be?”
Sicily touched
her Sire’s arm, “It’s natural to feel strange when you first resurrect, and…”
“I don’t feel
strange,” Dmitry interrupted looking down at the smaller hand that rested on
his arm. “I told you that I’m fine.”
“Of course you
are,” Sicily replied taking her hand from Dmitry’s arm. “What is it you wish to
do?”
Dmitry turned his
head to the side much like a confused dog, “What is it you wish I would do?”
Over the last
four nights, Sicily had felt many things coming from Dmitry’s grave and one of
those was a heightened aggression, so she took care with her next statement. “I
want to do whatever makes you happy Sire.”
Dmitry stepped
closer towards his Childe and smiled evilly when Sicily stepped backwards,
“What’s wrong Childe…you seem frightened of me?”
Sicily had just
recovered from the injuries she had sustained at Christian’s hands and had
barely survived. She knew that she would not survive an attack from Dmitry and
decided to take extra caution with her Sire until she knew he had forgiven her.
“I know that you are angry with me, but I didn’t bring you back from the dead
so that you could kill me yourself.”
Without warning,
Dmitry lunged for Sicily and pulled her up against his chest amused that she
was shaking in fear, “If I wanted you dead dear Sicily you would already be on
the ground begging for your life as I tore you into small pieces.” Dmitry ran
his hand down Sicily’s long locks of hair in apparent affection, “I forgive you
for your betrayal. You only did it to protect me, but I didn’t cooperate did
I?”
Sicily tried to
swallow down her fear as she was held firmly in place by her Sire, “No you
didn’t, and you got yourself killed by Dean, and Christian is still on the
loose hunting the human down.”
Dmitry released
Sicily and watched as she practically scampered away, “When was the last time
you saw Dean?”
“Five nights ago
in the woods,” Sicily replied wondering what her Sire was thinking.
“Where in the
woods?”
“Over there,” she
pointed.
Dmitry clenched
his teeth in aggravation. “Where exactly did you see him in the woods?”
“I’ll take you,”
Sicily apologetically replied as she began walking towards the last area she
had heard the human. She felt an unexplainable fear of her Sire, and she hoped
that his aggression would disappear once they found what he was looking for.
“This is where I suspect he was last. I didn’t exactly see him, but I chased
him towards this area and then he disappeared.”
Dmitry frowned at
his Childe and walked around the area slowly looking for clues of Dean’s
whereabouts, “You heard him here?”
Sicily eyed her
Sire carefully, “Yes, I was chasing him after he had set Constantine on fire,
and this is where I last heard the sounds of his feet on the ground and his
breathing.”
Dmitry looked up
into the trees smelling the air for Dean’s presence but go no whiff of the
human. He walked around a large pine tree and stepped on something hard on the
forest floor. With his vampire sight, he could make out the shape of a phone
and reached down to pick it up, “This is Dean’s phone.”
Sicily looked at
the small phone and shrugged, “I suppose it is, but so?”
Dmitry looked at
the mud-covered phone and smiled, “So? For someone so smart you can be so
dense.” Dmitry’s smile suddenly turned feral, “I shouldn’t have to spell it out
for you Childe…but your brother has already gotten his clutches into Dean.”
“How do you know
that? Dean could have dropped it when I was chasing him,” Sicily surmised.
“Because my
dearest Sicily,” Dmitry began as he ran his finger down his Childe’s pale
cheek. “Unlike you, your brother is as sharp as a whip, and this would have
been the perfect trap for Dean. Sam back at the roadside, me and Constantine
burning to ashes, which left only you to contend with…a rather easy obstacle to
overcome, don’t you think?”
Sicily was hurt
by her Sire’s insults and was taken back by his hatefulness, “If it weren’t for
me you’d be blowing in the wind because they sure as hell weren’t going to bury
your ashes in one convenient location.”
Dmitry turned
away from Sicily and looked back up at the moon, “Perhaps you should have left
me be.”
Sicily watched in
concern as her Sire walked back towards the clearing, “What do you mean by that
Dmitry?”
“Just take me to
your car,” Dmitry commanded as he quickened his pace.
“Where are we
going?” Sicily demanded as you ran to keep up with her Sire.
“South,” Dmitry
grinned. “I hear it’s rather warm in Florida this time of year.”
*************************************************
Fort Lauderdale, Florida
Dean stood in
line at the Piggly Wiggly watching as two girls tried to buy Zima without a
license and contemplated buying some beer himself. Christian had told him that
he could drink human beverages and eat human food but only in small quantities
for they could cause him to become sick, but he wasn’t much in the mood for
hugging the toilet, so he reframed from buying the alcohol. Besides, he didn’t
find that he desired much of anything else besides blood and sex, and Christian
was more than happy to fulfill those needs for the time being. He knew that he
would be expected to make his first kill within the next few days, but until
then, Christian supplied the needed nourishment.
Dean grinned
fondly when one of the barely legal ladies bent over flashing her cleavage at
the male cashier trying to persuade him to sell her the alcohol, but the boy
was having none of it and refused to sale her the Booze. “What a looser.”
“The boy or the
girl,” Christian asked while looking at the latest issue of People magazine
with Katie Holmes on the cover.
“Duh, the guy,”
Dean replied taking a moment to check out the girls’ fine assets at they made
their way out of the store pouting. “What kind of guy would turn those two
down?”
Christian took a
moment to look at the shy looking blonde clerk and made a quick assessment of
the situation, “A gay one…or one that is in a committed relationship with
another immortal.”
Dean eyed the
latest issue of the National Enquirer that had a picture of a woman supposedly
giving birth to a three-foot fish, “That’s just gross…who the hell would
believe this shit?”
Christian put
down his magazine, placed his hand on Dean’s lower back, and gently prodded the
younger vampire to move up in the line. “Not sure and I don’t really care.”
Christian watched Dean fidgeting with the shampoo and conditioner bottles and
wondered why he had let his fledging talk him into going to the store to buy
the items. “I’m still not sure why we’re here Dean. You don’t need those things
anymore. I told you that you will wake up every night smelling the same,
looking the same as you did on the day you were made, and that you will never
have to shave or brush your teeth again.”
“I’m sorry, but
I’m not ready to give up those things,” Dean remarked looking towards the
entrance when he saw a tall dark-headed man enter the store, “I want to smell
clean and refreshed even if I don’t have to anymore, and it wouldn’t hurt you
to brush your teeth after you feed…it’s coppery smelling, not really that
attractive if you ask me.”
Christian watched
Dean’s eyes as they followed the tall stranger choosing to ignore the insult,
“You’re thinking of Sam again aren’t you?”
Dean placed the
hygiene items on the conveyor and pulled out his wallet, “I guess.” Dean looked
into his wallet and winced when he realized that he may be a tad short on cash,
“Do you have any money I can borrow?”
Christian sighed
heavily, pulled out his wallet, and handed Dean a twenty, “What’s mine is
yours, so you need not repay me, but I must insist that you attempt to put your
brother out of your mind for he is no
longer a part of your life.”
Dean took the
offered money and watched as the cashier rung up his items, “It’s not that easy
to just let go…him and Dad were the only things I had in my life for so long,
and I just can’t forget them overnight.”
Christian tossed
a pack of gum for his bad breath on the conveyor and grinned softly. “Happy? We’ve
only been truly together for four nights and you’re already changing me.”
“You’re whipped,”
Dean smiled. “I can’t really blame you. Have you looked at me lately?”
“You’re
impossible to ignore,” the older vampire laughed leaning in to place a small kiss
on Dean’s cheek. Christian was quite amused when the male cashier made a
disgusted look, “You have a problem with me showing affection towards my
boyfriend?”
The young human
continued scanning the items and shook his head in denial, “No.”
“Liar,” Christian
purred sliding in behind Dean and licking at his Childe’s neckline, “Maybe
you’re jealous then?”
The cashier tried
to ignore the strange tall man and his pretty companion and quickly started
bagging Dean’s items, “That’s $32.08.”
Dean gave the man
two twenties and felt himself trembling in desire when he felt his Sire’s
erection at his ass, “Please stop…not here.”
“Just giving the
loser a show,” Christian replied placing his hands on Dean’s hips ignoring the
stares of the other patrons. “Think I might invite him to come along with us.
Let him taste you as he so obviously wants.”
“No,” Dean
pleaded as he took his change from the boy and grabbed his bags. “Let’s just
leave and go back to the hotel.”
Christian watched
his fledging leaving the store and winked at the young human behind the
counter, “I’ll be seeing you around Brian.”
Brian wondered
how the man in black knew his name but remembered that he was wearing a
nametag, and sighed in relief as the scary mother fucker left the store. He
couldn’t explain why but the stranger had filled him with a sense of doom, and
he suddenly wanted nothing more than to be at home feeling safe and secure.
Dean leaned on
the Buick that Christian had stolen hoping that his Sire would not bring the
boy along with them. He knew that once Christian brought a human to their room
he would be expected to make his first kill, and he just wasn’t ready for that;
not sure if he ever would be. He was happy when he saw the other vampire coming
out of the store empty handed and waited patiently for Christian to unlock the
door, “Is it just me or is there something ironic about you locking the doors
of a car you’ve stolen?”
Christian opened
the door for Dean and watched as his Childe placed the bags in the floorboard
and sat down into the leather passenger seat, “Nothing wrong with me protecting
my investment is there?”
“It was hardly an
investment,” Dean argued as the other vampire closed his door. He waited until
Christian opened the driver side door before continuing, “You killed the poor
bastard, dumped his body into the Savannah River, and took his car.”
“It was an
investment of my time,” Christian smiled while starting the car.
Dean sat quietly as
they rode back down the busy streets trying to make their way back to the
hotel, He watched the teenagers cruising the streets in their sports cars and
drinking from their balconies, and he felt sad in the fact that he had never
experienced such things in his human life. “It sucks really.”
“What does,”
Christian asked as he stopped for a red light.
“When I was
human, I never had time to come to the beach and be normal, and now that I’m
immortal, I can come to the beach but I can’t do the fun things that I want to
do,” Dean explained.
Christian knew
that mourning for one’s human life was a normal stage of development in a young
vampire’s life, “I understand. You can’t party and get drunk like you want to
without physical consequences, but we can have other types of fun.”
“It’s worse than
that,” Dean began. “I can’t layout on the beach…”
“You can too,”
Christian argued.
“I meant during
the day,” Dean growled. “And I can’t swim with Sammy or drink beer with my Dad
while getting way too much sun and talking nonstop about the seafood buffet
that we ate the night before, and let’s not forget about checking out the hot
girls in their tight bathing suits.”
“Dean, give it
some time, I promise that it’ll get easier.”
Dean watched
quietly as Christian pulled into the Holiday Inn and parked the Buick that
smelt like old man and Old Spice and wanted nothing more than to cry at the
irony of the entire situation. “Please tell me it won’t always be like this.”
“Like what,”
Christian asked turning the ignition off and turning to face his Childe.
“I always thought
that being your fledging would be more…I don’t know, glamorous?” Dean frowned.
“We’re staying in cheap hotels that are only slightly nicer than what I’ve
spent the last twenty years in, we’re stealing old people’s cars that smell
like BENGAY, and all we’re doing for fun is shopping at the Piggly Wiggly at
two in the morning.” Dean looked out the passenger window as a group of young
people chased each other through the parking lot yelling and laughing loudly.
“I got to be honest here and tell you that my life had its shitty moments, and
I hated working for free all the time, but I had a purpose, and living day to
day with little money was part of the hunting gig, but this…this just blows.”
“It won’t always
be like this Dean,” Christian reassured his youngling. “It’s just temporary
until things have settled down, but once all of this over with your family and
with mine, we will live in the lap of luxury, I promise.”
Dean looked at
Christian still pouting, “You better be telling me the truth. I don’t want to
end up like Spike living in a crypt or living in a titty bar in Mexico like
those evil fuckers in From Dusk till Dawn.”
Christian roared
in laughter and grabbed Dean into a tight hug, “You always manage to make me
laugh and I love you for it.” Christian released Dean and cupped his Childe’s
face in his large pale hands, “I can assure you that I am quite wealthy and
that I am going to spoil you rotten for eternity.”
“You better,”
Dean grinned. “I’m not giving up this fine ass for free for much longer.”
“I’ll take care
of you my little gold digger,” Christian teased as he planted a soft kiss on
Dean’s lips. “Besides, I tried to treat you just now at the store but you
wouldn’t let me.”
Dean grabbed his
bags and got out of the car in confusion, “What are you talking about?”
“Brian of
course,” Christian replied getting out of the car to join Dean as they walked
towards the hotel entrance. “I tried to give him to you but you refused.”
Dean swallowed in
nervousness as his Sire opened the door to the hotel and held it open for him
as he walked inside. “I’m not ready for that kind of company. Besides, I
thought you said we were in a committed relationship.”
Christian
followed Dean into the hotel lobby, “I wasn’t talking about having sex with him
Dean.”
Dean stopped at
the elevators and pushed the up button, “All the more reason not to bring him
to our room.” Dean watched as the buttons on the elevator panel slowly made
their way down from the fourteenth floor. “And are you seriously telling me
that I can’t have sex with anyone else for as long as I exist?”
Christian felt
the familiar signs of annoyance that he often got when he was with his Childe
and rubbed at the back of his neck, “Of course not Dean, but it has to be a
mutual sexual experience that we partake in together.”
Dean stepped onto
the elevator when the door opened, “So I have to share with you?”
“Yes,” Christian
answered as he stepped on the elevator and stood close to Dean. “Of course, you
can have sex with anyone in the family without my permission…once we are
reacclimated with the Clan.”
Visions of having
Dmitry inside him again made Dean’s pants tighten, “I can live with that.”
Christian watched
his Childe closely noticing that his smell had changed, “You smell excited. Are
you thinking about something in particular…perhaps someone?”
Dean didn’t see
the need to lie, “I was thinking of Dmitry and what we did in Canada.”
Christian watched
as the elevator buttons lit up as they made their way to their floor, “You
liked it when he fucked you, didn’t you? Want him inside you again while I
watch?”
Dean observed as
his Sire pressed the emergency stop button, “What are you doing?”
Christian placed
his hand on Dean’s chest and pressed his Childe up against the wall of the
elevator, “Maybe you want us both together again… him inside your ass while I
fuck your slutty mouth?”
Dean dropped the
bags he was holding and stared at his Sire in undisguised desire, “We can’t do
this here. They’ll come and investigate why it stopped.”
“It’s two in the
morning,” Christian smiled sliding Dean’s jacket off his shoulders. “It’ll be
awhile before they bother checking it out.” Christian unzipped his own pants
and pushed them down just below his hips leaving his crotch bare, “Plenty of
time for me to fill up that eager little hole of yours.”
Dean
involuntarily moaned as his lips were captured by Christian’s mouth and he
trembled in need when his Sire ran his hands up inside his T-shirt caressing
his stomach and his chest. He reached down and unzipped his own pants, pulled
out his weeping prick, and rubbed it up against Christian’s large shaft.
Christian
continued pushing Dean hard into the wall of the elevator as the younger
vampire jerked off their cocks in tandem, “You are too fucking easy Dean.” He
licked at Dean’s neck and sucked at the tender tasty flesh, “Always so willing
and eager to please.” Dean could only nod his head in agreement when his felt
his Sire’s massively large hands inch back toward his ass and grab a hold of
his meaty flesh, “I think nothing would make you happier than being fucked by
cock day and night.” Christian lifted Dean up onto the brass bar that ran the
width of each wall and forced Dean to sit on the uncomfortable apparatus, “You
get off on making men lose control, don’t you baby? Love to feel them inside
you, making them shake and swell until they shoot their sticky cum inside you?”
Dean used his
hands to balance himself on the brass bar and tried to ignore the discomfort on
his ass as Christian’s filthy words ignited a fire inside him. “Please…give it
to me.”
Christian yanked
off Dean’s shoes and jeans, stood between his Childe’s legs, and pushed Dean’s
thighs apart as he lined up with Dean’s quivering hole, “What do you want
baby?”
Dean closed his
eyes and banged his head up against the wall in frustration at his lack of
control, but he was powerless against Christian. “You know what I always want
from you…I want you to shove that fat dick inside me and fuck me raw.”
Christian growled
in a predatory manner and pushed Dean’s knees up bringing the wrinkled pink
ring of tissue into view, “You’re still slick and wet from earlier in the
night, still covered in my cum…I should be able to just slip right inside.”
Dean opened his
eyes and watched in eager anticipation as his Sire began parting his ass with
his throbbing rod of flesh and hissed as his body was breached by Christian,
“Oh fuck me! That’s so fucking good!”
Christian smiled
in appreciation at his enthusiastic Childe’s words and slid in and out of
Dean’s tight channel, “Can you hear how wet you are? Here that spunk inside you
as I slide in and out of it?”
Dean was
practically bent in two as his Sire held his legs up against his chest and
fucked him hard with no mercy, and he nearly howled in pleasure as Christian
hit his hidden bundle of nerves, “Yes, I can hear it…makes me so fucking hot
thinking about you pushing your seed further up inside me. I swear I can almost
taste it…fuck me harder!”
Christian could
feel the brass bar shaking underneath his assault and briefly wondered if the
bar could sustain their weight much longer, but quickly pushed that thought out
of his mind when he felt Dean clamping down hard on his leaking cock. “Such a
dirty little boy, aren’t you? You’re always milking my dick with that slutty
ass of yours…trying to make me give you more of my sticky seed.”
Dean felt
Christian’s hand wrap around his erection and it only took a couple of pulls
before Dean was shooting his load on Christian’s hand, “That’s it…yeah, please
don’t stop!”
Christian licked
his lips and continued jerking off Dean while he felt his own orgasm hit him
like a sledgehammer and jerked sporadically inside his Childe’s body;
depositing another load of semen inside Dean’s insatiable hole. “You fucking
own me Dean…body and soul.” He gently pulled out of Dean watching as his creamy
release began to ooze out of Dean’s swollen heat and begrudgingly released
Dean’s legs allowing the younger vampire to stand on his feet once again.
Dean grinned as
he stood, “I know I own you, and I hope you know that you are going to clean my
asshole with your tongue before we go to bed.”
Christian watched
in amusement as his presumptuous Childe pulled back on his jeans, “Nothing
would give me greater pleasure.”
Dean slipped on
his shoes and picked up his bags while Christian released the emergency stop
button on the elevator, “I think I’m going to have to talk more often about
Dmitry if this is what I get out of it.”
“And I hope that
we will one day be united with my Sire in a loving family again,” Christian
replied watching as the elevator arrived on the fourteenth floor. “And once
we’re reunited I will waste no time fulfilling one of my greatest fantasies.”
Dean stepped off
the elevator and followed his Sire down the hall towards their room trying to
ignore the cool liquid that was sliding down his thigh, “And what would that be
my dear Sire?”
Christian pulled
out the key card, swiped the card through the lock, and opened the door. He
guided Dean inside and whispered into his ear, “Dmitry and I sliding in and out
of your asshole at the same time…both of our cocks fucking you into oblivion
while Alexei jerks off your hard long prick…you begging for more like the
slutty bitch you are until Marco and Michel fuck your mouth with their dicks
shutting you up in the process. The only sounds coming from you are the sounds
of gagging on the twins’ cocks and the obstructed moans of ecstasy as your
shoot your cum on Alexei’s hand and he licks his hand clean.”
Dean dropped the
bags on the floor in shock, “Oh my…holy shit, are you serious?”
Christian closed
the hotel door, “I would never joke about something like that.”
“You know I’m a
big believer in family, and damn it, we just need to get you guys reunited and
clear the air as soon as possible,” Dean replied looking innocently up at his
Sire.
Christian softly
laughed, “That’s what I thought you’d say.” Christian unbuttoned his shirt and
pushed it off his shoulders, “I think its time you had a bite to eat.”
Dean tried to
clear his mind of the gangbang Christian had painted, but he could almost feel
the pain and sweet torment of being double penetrated by both Dmitry and
Christian. “You honestly expect me to want to feed after you give me that
vision of perversion?”
Christian grabbed
Dean by the back of the neck and yanked his Childe forward until Dean’s face
was near his jugular, “I expect you do as I say Dean and afterwards will talk
about your need for so many cocks at once.”
Dean gingerly bit
into Christian’s neck and allowed the rich coppery fluid to flow freely down
his throat as Christian unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them down past his
hips. He could feel Christian running his hand over his ass and wasn’t surprised
when his Sire thrust his index finger inside his cum-slick channel adding to
the pleasure of his feeding. Dean had never expected that his vampire nature
would include a non-stop desire for Christian’s touch, and he certainly never
imagined that he would willingly become the family whore, but the last four
days had been a learning experience, and he found his desire to find his real
family dissipating and that scared him more than he would ever admit.
Part LXV coming
soon
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appreciated and is motivating…
Darkestangel
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