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~A/N~
Big Thanks to my Beta "Mizzdee_FF" and "KitsuShel" for pre-reading for me. I wrote this O/S for the Fandom4Tsunami foundation. I hope everyone enjoys it. I really put a lot of myself into this fic. I am considering making it into a multi-chapter. Here it goes- ENJOY!
~CwM~
"Head down, don't look up, keep walking- head down, don't look up, keep walking"
I say to myself over and over in my mind. My jacket is zipped up all the way and my hood is placed over my head to cover the anxiety written all over my face. The hallways are jammed packed and the students at this school can be ruthless if you so much as look at them in the wrong way. I try to stay invisible, no one wants to pay attention to me. Why would I be important to anyone? I'm a nobody. Even my own mother thinks I'm worthless. I don't fit into the stereotypical high school barbie girl- I'm not skinny, pretty, popular. I'm just plain ol' Bella Swan, the Police Chief's overweight daughter. And by overweight I mean I wear a size ten in jeans and a large in blouses. You would think that's an average size, but here in Forks it's an anomaly. I could count on one hand how many overweight people live within our city's population.
My dad is constantly telling me that I am never going to find a husband if I don't "make myself beautiful". You would think since he is my father, he would at least try and make me feel somewhat accepted. It always seems as if he is trying to shrug me off on someone else so that he doesn't have to deal with me anymore- him nor my mother. What can I say about my mom... absolutely nothing. She treats me like a slave. I go home everyday after school just to cook, clean, do the laundry and do my homework all the while I try in vain to stay out of her way. She was the Homecoming Queen back when she was in high school. I was supposed to be some kind of legacy to step into her shoes when I reached high school but that didn't happen seeing how I wasn't a size two and didn't wear makeup or my hair wasn't as blonde as hers. Renee has bleach blonde hair, almost white, with blue eyes and a natural tan. I, on the other hand, am like my father in some ways; brown eyes, brown hair, pale skin, and an awful case of clumsiness. I cry at night hoping and praying that one day I can be taken out of my misery. I'm lonely no friends, no other siblings. Just me and my own self-deprecating thoughts that swim in my mind day in and day out.
"Ow" I cry out in pain as I hit the floor hard catching my fall on my elbow. I was so focused on looking down and averting my eyes that I didn't notice that the person walking in front of me had stopped at their locker causing me to bump into them hard.
"Watch the fuck out," he hissed.
"I-I'm s-sorry, I wasn't paying attention," I stuttered. When I look up to see who I smashed into. I groan internally. Of course, it would be the pain in my ass, Edward Cullen. He loathes me and I have no idea why he hates me so much if I have never even talked to him. I let him cheat off me in Biology, hell he even takes my notes when he thinks I'm not looking causing me to write them all over again.
When I went down it caused all my books and papers to scatter all over the hallway floor. I get on my hands and knees to try and gather them, but it's useless. Everyone is purposely kicking them further away from me, causing them to rip and crumble.
"You just might not be so worthless after all when you're on your knees," Edward teases and everyone laughs. His whole hate Bella crew is surrounding him. Rosalie, her boyfriend Emmett, Alice and Jasper plus the group of girls that Edward keeps around just in case he feels the need to drag one of them into the janitor's closet.
I roll my eyes and shake my head, trying to steady myself so that I can stand up, but my balance is thrown off and I fall again when Rosalie purposely pushes Alice into me. Edward stands right in front of me his crotch is right in my eye-line. I tense and try to move out of the way but before I can, he bends down and whispers in my ear. "You know, if you want to suck my dick, Swan, you can just ask- think of it as one of your snacks."
I grit my teeth together because this has gone too far. "Fuck off," I scoff at him. I shrug away from his closeness and right myself up. At this point I don't even care about my books or homework. I'll go and ask for copies of the handouts from my teachers. Mr. Banner won't mind nor will Mrs. Cope, they seem to be the only two people in all of Forks to actually treat me like a human being. I tighten the hold on my backpack and turn around.
"Who the hell, do you think you are?" Rosalie grabs my arm and shoves me into the lockers. I might be bigger than her in weight but she's taller thank me with murderous eyes.
"Look, I don't want any trouble. I'm sorry for bumping into Edward. It won't happen again." My eyes are already starting to tear.
"Let this be a warning, Bella. I don't like you! You're a waste of space in this school. If you come near any of us again, I will end you." I can't respond to her because I'm holding in the sobs that are threatening to come out.
"Let her go, Rose." Alice tried to convince her to release me but her grip is tightening on my left arm. I know there will be a bruise on it by the end of the day.
"Look at her, she's already fucking crying." Edward laughs and I avert my eyes, casting them down.
"The next time you want to be on your knees for me, Bella, just ask. You don't have to pretend to trip and fall. I'll let you suck my dick as long as you don't try to eat it." They all laugh at my expense.
"What's going on out here?" Mr. Hunter comes out of his classroom.
"Nothing Sir, we were just helping Bella out. She tripped and fell." Edward answers as he bends down to lift my English book handing it back to me.
"Bella, are you alright?" Mr. Hunter asks and I can hear the concern in his voice. I look up and meet his gaze. In my peripheral vision I can see Rosalie burning holes into my head.
"Yes, thank you. I tripped and they were just helping me gather my things." I can hear the hoarseness in my voice from wanting to cry. He stares at me for a couple of seconds longer before nodding his head and shooing us to class. I let out a large breath, sighing in relief. Well that wasn't so bad, they've done worse things to me.
I walk into the library and head straight to the very back where I usually spend my off period, browsing the bookcases that hold the old, tattered classic books. This section of the library doesn't really have much lighting, other than the one fluorescent bulb right above the light yellow couch that is positioned against the large windows overlooking the Pacific Northwest. The view is so peaceful and relaxing it takes away all my miseries even if it's only for an hour and half. But everyday it gives me a little sense of peace that I long for. I grab my old copy of Wuthering Heights and open it, going straight to the page that folds at the very tips, bookmarking were I left off yesterday.
I try to stay focused on the words that are flowing across the old brown colored pages, but it's fruitless. My mind continues to wander and I turn my head towards the amazing view. I let my eyes close as I see my future. Far away from here; new people, friends, new experiences. I can leave this shitty town and never come back. Graduation is only three weeks away and then I am done. I got accepted into Dartmouth's English Program on a full scholarship. I worked my ass off all four years of high school to be able to get far away from here. I knew that my mom and dad wouldn't pay for my college since they are so convinced I'm going to fail. That I should just "make myself beautiful" so that I can get married and become some stay at home wife like my mother. I'm sorry but that is not me.
When I received my acceptance letter in the mail, I was so happy and ecstatic. I ran straight to my mom and shoved the paper at her so that she can hug me and congratulate me on my hard work. Hoping that she can be happy for me and show that cares for me, show me some sort of loving emotion, and just be my mother for the first time. When she read the paper, she raised an eyebrow and looked me dead in the eye before telling me that it was "pointless" of me to think that going to college would get me anywhere. She crushed my soul that day. That was the day that I no longer considered her "Mom" to me, now she's just "Renee". I decided that I would leave the day after graduation to get a head start settling in. I already had all my things packed and boxed up ready to be shipped out. I was leaving everything behind besides my books, and clothes. I didn't want anything that could remind me of Forks. This chapter of my life would officially come to a close when I step on the plane taking me away and to my new life in Hanover.
I was blissful in my thoughts when I started to hear the chatter of the people in the front of the library reach me, so I pulled my iPod out of my backpack and plugged the earphones into my ears. 'Adele' came flowing into my ears and drowned out the voices. Her music is so inspiring to me and a tear slides down my cheeks. I make no movement to stop it as it falls off my face and lands on my sweater. Looking down to the small wet stain that was left behind makes me realize that I am miserable and I let everyone around me dictate my own feelings. I need to be better for myself, I need to be stronger. I constantly beg and plead for a change, not only of my surroundings but also within myself. The thing that I never realize is that in order for me to change, I have to make an effort and push myself to become better. "I can do it," I whisper to no one but myself. I have a goal in mind that I want to reach and starting this summer, I am gonna reach it no matter what. It's gonna be hard and things are going to get worse before they can get better, but I'm stubborn and when I put my mind to something, I stick to it.
The bell rings and I shove my iPod and book back in my backpack before slinging it across my shoulder. This time when I walk in the hallway, I make sure to look up and straighten out my shoulders- no more hiding. I'm determined to be stronger.
"Whatever it takes," I mumble.
When I walk into Biology, Mr. Banner is setting up the microscopes on the blacktop tables that we use as desks. Everyone starts filtering in as the tardy bell nears and Edward sits down next to me. I do what I always do in this class; ignore him taking out my notebook and pen. Mr. Banner instructs us to write the notes that are written on the board before we begin our labs. My hair falls off my shoulders and surrounds my face as I bend slightly when I being to write. I can tell that Edward is not even attempting to write anything down and I just know that he is going to try and take mine. This time, however, I am not going to let him have a free ride on my behalf. I grab my notebook and take some previous notes that I wrote from two classes ago and put them in front of the ones that I am currently writing. To anyone else it looks as though I am writing on that sheet, but I know differently. When I'm done, I place both sheets together and look over at him slightly out of the corner of my eye and notice that he's playing with his phone under the table.
"Did you write all the notes?" he asks and I just nod my head. Not even turning my head to him.
"Let me copy them."
It doesn't come out as a question, but more as a demand. I pull my lip in between my teeth and consider backing out of my plan but before I can respond, he yanks them out from under my arm.
"I'll give them back to you tomorrow."
Of course, I know that they are not going to be given back to me but those notes don't matter anymore. The one that I have tucked into my folder now are the notes that I have just written down and the notes that we have to study in order to pass our final exams. It might be mean and cruel of me to be the reason he might fail the test but at this point I no longer care, he deserves it.
"Alright everyone, today we are going to test out blood to figure out blood types." Mr. Banner starts to explain how to use the needles, testing strips, and slides.
I panic because the smell of blood always causes me to get light headed. I have never been able to handle it without passing out.
"Mr. Banner," I call out as I raise my hand.
"Yes, Bella."
"Can I go to the nurse? I feel nauseated." I ask, yes I'm lying but I know that I won't be able to stand being in this class when everyone starts to prick their fingers.
"Sure." He writes me a pass as gather my belongings.
"What's the matter, Bella? Are you pregnant? No wonder your fat. I hear morning sickness is a bitch." Mike Newton laughs and bumps fits with his lab partner, Tyler.
"Of course she's not pregnant jackass," Edward answers for me.
My eyes widen in surprise. He was actually sticking up for me? "Nobody would want to fuck that!" He spat as he waves his hand up and down, making the whole class snicker and laugh out loud.
"Everyone settle down now! Here you go, Bella," Mr. Banner says and hands me the nurse's pass.
Thankfully this is my last class of the day and Nurse Randall lets me leave. My truck is parked at the very end of the lot and I have to watch my step when I walk since there are puddles of water everywhere, rain in Forks is inevitable. The school is only a ten minute drive from my house so it doesn't take long to make it home. Walking into the house, I hear the television on in the living room and Renee as she chatters on the phone to god knows who. She looks up in my direction when she hears me slam the door. I slam it hard on purpose.
"What are you doing home early?" she asks.
"I felt sick," I vaguely answer and start for the stairs.
"Make sure to have your father's dinner ready by 5:00."
"Ok."
My room is another place that I can find some sort of solace. I lock the door behind me and let my body fall onto my bed. I don't let myself linger too long and get up to start my homework.
I make Spaghetti and garlic bread for dinner. I have to serve them and be the waitress as they demand water, salt, second servings. Finally sitting down to start eating, Renee reminds me not to eat too much because I don't want to get "fatter". That alone made my whole appetite go away and I let my fork fall onto the plate as I stand to throw it in the garbage.
"There you go, Bella. You're finally listening to me." I look over to Renee and she actually looks happy that I didn't finish. She really thinks that I am listening to the disgusting words that are coming out of her mouth.
"I'm going to bed," I scoff and run to my room. When the door closes tears fall rapidly. I can't wait to leave this place. "You're strong," I say over and over to myself. Now I am even more determined to change and nothing can stop me.
Graduation day is finally here! My excitement is vibrating through my veins. The taste of freedom at the tip of my tongue. My hair is brushed behind my shoulders; the black and white dress I picked out at the local Goodwill is flowing down to my knees with light gray ballet flats on my feet. My wrist is adorned with a bright red bracelet matching the earrings that were given to me as a poor excuse of a belated birthday gift from Charlie and Renee. The only piece of value on me is the ring my Grandma Marie gave me before she past when I was eight years old. I held onto it, only wearing it on special occasions or moments when I need to feel close to someone that truly loved me for me. I decided to put on a light coat of concealer under my eyes to cover the dark circles that have appeared from lack of sleep. I run the black eyeliner pencil lightly across my bottom lashes along with a small amount of light pink gloss to give me some color. It might not make a difference to anyone else but to me, it makes me feel beautiful. From now on, my opinion is going to be the only one that matters. I look at myself in the full length mirror that is hanging on hooks against my closet door and deem myself satisfied. I grab the black cardigan off my bed along with my cap and gown and walk out of the room. The house is silent as Charlie is at work and Renee is still asleep. I made sure to be a good daughter to them and extended an invitation to attend the commencement ceremony that marks the end of my High School life, but being the loving parents that they're not, they denied me. I'll have no one in the stands to cheer me on, no one to hug as I walk down the stage after shaking hands with the Principal and receiving my Diploma. At that thought, a single tear escapes my eye and I rapidly brush it off. I will not cry, I will not cry. I'm better than that now. I am stronger!
After the horrible run in with Edward and Rosalie I managed to slide under the radar. The only incident that I endured was when Edward realized that I screwed him over. That caused me to get a large bump on the back of my head when I hit the tiled showers in the girl's locker room. Rosalie shoved me into them while the water was running scalding hot, even though I had all of my clothes on, it still managed to make my entire body turn pink from the heat. What's worse about it all was that Alice was videotaping it. Now the entire Forks High student body can replay the video over and over on YouTube as I cry and try in vain to cover myself up since the shirt I had on was white. I never mentioned that to anyone, not the teachers, not the guidance counselors, not even my nonexistent parents. I knew better than that. If I would report her, then my life would be a living hell. I sucked it up and kept on wasting space, as they call it. Biding my time till I leave Forks and never look back.
The Auditorium is packed with families and friends of my fellow classmates. Big smiles on their faces, waiting to see their sons or daughters cross the stage. The seniors are escorted to the sidelines as we are arranged by last name. Thankfully the "S's" are towards the end and I can avoid everyone that loathes me the most. The crowd roars in applause as we walk in a straight line to the rows and rows of seats that are set up in even lines of ten. Taking my seat, my eyes automatically lifted to the front of the stage were our Principal was getting ready to begin. Things went pretty quick after his speech and the next thing I knew, I was three people from taking the stage to grab the rolled up Diploma that was tied with a red satin ribbon.
"Isabella Swan."
Taking a deep breath, I climb up the two steps to the stage. I stop to shake hands with all the teachers and take a mandatory picture with our Principal. The crowd claps for me- of course it's out of kindness like they did for everyone else and I smile.
On my way back to my seat a foot comes out from the outer isle that sends me falling down on my hands and knees.
"No, Swan, you can't suck my dick right now. Get off your knees." Edward snickers and everyone including some nearby teachers laugh.
This has to be one of the most embarrassing moments in my life. It's one thing to humiliate me in front of his little brown nosed group of girls, but to do it on one of the most important milestones of our lives in front of the whole town is another. I can't hold back the tears that are falling fiercely out of my eyes. I get up and walk back to my seat as fast as my feet will take me, brushing the snot that is coming out of my nose with the back of my hand and I hide behind the curtain of hair that is hiding my face. Eventually the attention gets turned back to the kids walking across the stage. An hour later the class of 2010 is announced and hats go flying in the air. I chose to hang on to mine- the cliché is not for me. The crowd rushes down the bleachers looking for their sons or daughters while I make my way to the "EXIT" sign that is hanging above the door. I push against the steel handle, but not before taking one last look at the hellhole that I have endured for four years. I smile knowing what was my reality has turned into my past and I can move on and let go.
~CwM~
I have my bags packed, my boxes have already been dropped off at the UPS store in Port Angeles. They should be sent out tomorrow so that I can have time to arrive at the dorms and sign for them. The walls to my room are completely bare, the only hint of my presence is the bedspread that is still covering the old twin bed. Too many tears have landed on that blanket, I feel like it's been tainted by the life I am leaving behind. I throw the backpack across my shoulder and walk out the room, closing the old squeaking door behind me. Charlie is driving me to the airport, not by choice but paying for a taxi will cost more than the amount of gas he is wasting.
"You'll be back. I give you half the year before you flunk out." Renee dismissed me with a flick of her wrist.
"Bye Renee," I mumble as I make my way to the car.
The whole ride to the airport was met with uncomfortable silence. Charlie kept squirming in his seat opening his mouth and closing it as if he had something to say. As we arrived, he just drove straight to the passenger drop off and sat in his seat looking straight ahead. I was tempted to lean over and give him a one armed hug but thought against it.
"Take care kid." Those were the last words Charlie left me with as he drove away from the curb.
The flight was pretty short and quiet, the guy sitting next to me kept to himself as he dosed off to sleep. As we descended into Hanover, I was starting to feel the butterflies in my stomach full of excitement. I couldn't keep the smile off my face.
I took a cab straight to the University and headed for the Registrar's office. I made sure to book an early departure so that I could arrive within business hours, the secretary gave me my room number and key and sent me on my way. When I looked down to the paperwork, I noticed that I was placed in a single room without a roommate. Thinking it was a mistake, I made a U-turn and went back to verify it was correct. To my luck, the Scholarship I received covered a private dorm with an attached en-suite. The room was pretty basic, it had a full sized bed in the middle of the room with a side table and lamp. My closet was to the right and the bathroom was right across from the bed on the left side. There was a large window that was decorated with a soft basic blue curtain and white mini-blinds. "This is fucking perfect!" I screamed out in happiness. It didn't take me long to unpack. My dressers were now filled with clothes and the closet no longer looked bare.
It took me two whole days to finally buy a new bedspread, small refrigerator plus a convection oven. Grandma Marie left me with a very small inheritance that I never touched, but it was enough to get basic items plus look around town for a small used car. I didn't need anything fancy, just something to get me from point A to point B.
I found a 2005 Honda Civic in my price range and immediately contacted the seller. Three days later, I had my first car. Life was good so far. I felt free, all the tension in my shoulders was gone. When I walk down the streets or into a store, no one looks at me funny, starts to whisper, or stares. It feels normal. Everyone just goes on minding their own business.
The summer was coming to a close and students began to fill the empty dorms. I've been keeping myself busy by going to the gym, exploring the town, visiting landmarks. I still have not received any calls, letters, emails from Charlie and Renee, but that was expected. I've been eating healthy, going for jogs every morning through the courtyard. My hair was shorter now, since I got it cut in layers, the wax treatment I endured made my eyebrows have more shape and definition. I felt beautiful. I was 25 pounds lighter than I was when I arrived; it feels phenomenal. To know that I did it on my own for my own reasons, not to have a husband and please everyone but it made me feel better to know that I was taking care of myself properly. I was down to a size six and medium shirts. I even had to go out and buy new clothes, only this time I shielded away from the usual large t-shirts and baggy jeans and went for a more grown-up sophisticated look. The skinny jeans the sales rep picked out for me looks amazing with the fitted tops. They accented my curves and showed off my new body. I have even gotten asked out a couple of times but declined the invitations. I still am not ready to add pressure to myself with school beginning soon and my class load was pretty heavy.
If I am honest with myself, I have to admit that I am still insecure about dating. Every time someone tries to approach me I tense, my mind reverts back to Edward and his posse's attacks on me. I have to remind myself over and over that they can no longer hurt me. I am halfway across the world from them. It's in the past.
Walking into class for the very first time is nerve wracking. I am literally biting the end of my thumb that has become raw, it's an ugly habit that I've had since I was a kid. The class is already filled with bodies scattered in the desk all over the room. I notice two desks at the very top corner empty and make my way up. It's out of the limelight and in the far corner, but yet I can see the whole class. I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding taking my seat.
"Good Morning, everyone. I am Professor Stein and Welcome to English 1A."
Everyone's attention is focused on the Professor when the door whips open and a tall, lean guy walks in with his hood on his head and glasses perched on the bridge of his nose.
"Nice of you to join us Mr...?" Professor asks, his voice is laced with sarcasm. The guy mumbles his name but I couldn't hear it properly since I am at the very top.
"Take off your glasses, the sun isn't shining in here. I want your eyes on the board and your ears focused on the lecture. Take your seat"
He takes off his glasses but his back is to me and I can't see his face, but when he pulls down the hood his bronze hair is showcased to everyone. It seems oddly familiar but I don't let my mind wander to him. It's impossible.
"Take a seat."
When he turns around to the class, my heart beat spikes, my palms start to get sweaty and shaky. His eyes still haven't met mine since he's scanning the room for an available seat, but there is none, only the seat to my left. I cast my eyes down and lower my head a bit. I can no longer see him but I can hear his footsteps as they make their way to me. His cologne immediately hits my nose as he throws himself down to the seat. He takes out a binder from his sack.
"Shit." I hear him hiss under his breath. "Do you have a pen I can borrow?" he asks me in a whisper. If I lean down to my bag that is on the ground between us, he will most definitely see me. I shouldn't hide from him. This is my chance to prove that he can no longer hurt me. So I take a deep breath and raise my head, placing my hair behind my ear.
I look him directly in the eye "No." Recognition dawns on him immediately and he stares at me with wide eyes. Eventually they start roaming down my body and his tongue darts out of his mouth and licks his lips.
"Bella?"
"That's Isabella, to you."
"What happened to you? I mean you look...?" He didn't finish his sentence since Professor Stein called our attention. The rest of the class was awkward and uncomfortable, I was itching to leave.
I contemplated leaving early but then thought against it. I'm here on a scholarship and I can't afford to miss any parts of class. Edward Cullen was not going to scare me away. When we were finally dismissed, I shot out of my chair so fast, I'm thankful I didn't trip down the stairs. I was halfway down the courtyard when Edward caught up with me.
"Bel.. I mean Isabella, how are you here? I mean I didn't know you applied here?"
I rolled my eyes. "Contrary to your belief Edward, I had an almost perfect grade point average. It wasn't that hard to get accepted. Why wouldn't I be here?"
"It's just I never thought you would end up at a school like this."
"A school like this?" I asked as I kept walking, faster with each step.
"I mean, it's pretty expensive."
I scoffed at his conceited words.
"I didn't mean it like that, it's just your dad was just Chief of Police. This place probably cost more than he makes in a year."
"Yeah, well daddy dearest didn't pay for anything. I don't have to explain myself to you. Leave me alone," I spat.
"Hey, calm down. I'm trying to be nice. We don't know anyone here. Maybe we can hang out and keep each other company."
"Are you fucking serious right now? You made my life a living hell when we were in Forks. I moved away. The farthest I could to get away from you and everyone else at that school that constantly made me cry my eyes out at night. And now you want to be friends like nothing ever happened? Get real, Edward. Go find someone else to harass and stay away from me!"
He put his hands up in surrender "Whoa, I don't want to upset you. I just thought maybe we could start over, let bygones be bygones. You look really good by the way."
"Fuck you! Now you want to treat me like a human being after I lost weight, cut my hair, basically leaving the old Bella behind just to get rid of the horrible memories that plagued me day in and day out. I don't need or want anything from you. Listen to me very carefully. This is no longer Forks High, I'm not the same girl I was three months ago. I'm not gonna sit around and let you trip me while I'm walking or make innuendos about me sucking your dick. If you think for one second you can be the prick you were to me back then, then you have another thing coming. Nothing is going to take this away from me. So run along and leave me the fuck alone!"
I was breathing heavy as my anger was spiking. He was in just staring at me in shock with wide eyes.
"I-I'm sorry."
"Yeah you said that before. Yet it still means nothing to me. You can shove it up your ass. No apologies will ever be sufficient enough for the torture you enlisted upon me."
"At least give me a chance to show you how sorry I am. I was a fucking idiot in high school, I know that now. I had a lot of time to think about my actions not only to you, but to everyone that I fucked over."
"You're not worth my time." With that I shoved past him and ran upstairs to my dorm. I shut the door behind me and I felt BRAVE! It was amazing releasing all that pent up anger that I have held onto for so long. I no longer strived to be stronger. I AM STRONGER!
~A/N~
Thanks for reading everyone. This story hit close to home for me, and I want to just remind everyone that you are smart, beautiful, and you are worth it. Please do not to ever let anyone tell you differently. I am undecided if I want to continue this story or not. I have so many ideas that are running around in my head. Help me out peeps! What do y'all think should I continue it into a multi-chapter fic? Leave your opinion in the comments please.
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Angie.
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