Brave New World

Chapter 1: Hope

' Blah Blah Blah' - Thinking

"Blah Blah Blah" Speaking

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Summary: POST FINALE: Clarke and the remaining 100 are held captive by the Mountain Men, while two unexpected opposites work together to rescue and reunite the camp. Lincoln and Octavia join the east grounders and learn more about the new world. Abby and the Ark search for answers and the missing 100. Bellarke

Survival isn't who you are.

It's who you become.

Recap: 97 years after a nuclear war, 100 juvenile delinquents are sent down to repopulate earth, because the Ark was dying. The only problem was, the earth held survivors, Grounders, Reapers, and now Mountain Men.

A long awaited war started between the Grounders and delinquents, planning to release a ring of fire and burn the Grounders to death, Finn and Lincoln lured the Reapers to the camp, and ultimately their deaths.

During this war, Lincoln and Octavia leave to join the Eastern Grounders to travel in safety, while Seven stations of the Ark were sent to earth and Chancellor Jaha stays behind, alone on the Ark.

Clarke

'Three days... That's how long I've been sitting, waiting, meditating... Dying, in this room.' I sat in the never ending silence, staring at the white walls, white bedding, white furniture, and white everything.

There were six other colors that decorated the room; tan, sun blonde yellow, blue, yellow, black, and red. In other words, my slightly red skin; though I couldn't tell if it was pink from being sunburnt or from them scrubbing me down for sanitary reasons. The sun blonde yellow, represented my hair, a splash of coloring the white sea surrounding me.

The contrast of blues, black and yellow made a painting. I didn't know what terrified me more... The red light that blinked that told me I was being watched, or the painting. It didn't take me long to recognize the painting and match it to one of our lectures during art and history class. The painting was; The Starry Night, by Van Gogh. The painting itself didn't send fear through me; No, the back story Of where Van Gogh painted it did. An Insane Asylum.

If the situation was any different, I might have laughed, it was comical in a twisted way. White walls, a crazy mans painting, being stuck in a Quarantine continuously watched. Instead I bitterly scoffed, as I turned my head. I hadn't said a word since I'd seen Monty, if I spoke to myself they would either gather information on me, or believe I was crazy. The only advantage I had is silence.

Everyone was counting on me. Bellamy Raven, Finn, and twenty or thirty others had died during the miniature war. I guessed we had about fifty or sixty five of the original one hundred left. I was the only leader left. Octavia hadn't been seen or counted for on the drop ship, she was either killed with her brother... Or somehow got away.

"Hmm," a bittersweet, almost mocking sound made it's way out of my mouth.

A sixteen year old girl couldn't have escaped, and if she or anyone did, there's no way they could save fifty some delinquents from an underground facility. I didn't hope or count on that. It was back to the way when I first came down here, I was utterly alone. Just this time... Everyone was waiting for me to save them.

Tears sprung to my eyes at that thought. 'I couldn't even get out of my own room... Let alone save everyone from... From god knows what.' I refused to let the tears fall, the pressure behind my eyes win, and the hope slip from my fingers. I refused to give in. Not because I didn't want to... But because I didn't have a choice.

I barely heard the soft thudding of foot steps, but I knew they were there, they were coming. We were fed twice a day, I'd already started saving the nuts and collectible food. Not completely knowing what I was going to do with it or when I would need it, but sure as Hell knowing that I wouldn't be staying here.

I ordered my emotions back into place as the guard opened the door. He wore a slightly dirty and barley tattered shirt. Alarms were already going off in my head, I glanced at the food and back at the man. He was different from the men that had previously been taking my food to me. For starters he was well dressed, and walked with confidence and ease, unlike the dirty cameo, gas masked, men that had previously attended to me.

The man walked into my room and closed the door behind him, I saw two guards, in their cameo suits and large masks standing outside of the door with large guns. As the man cleared his throat and took a step closer to me, my eyes darted to his figure and cleanly shaven face, my muscles tensed, prepared to run, or fight.

"Hello Miss Griffin..." His deep masculine voice echoed around the walls, my stomach did flips and my breakfast insisted it come up, despite the fear and lack of control I had over my body, I rose out of the white bed I'd been sitting on and stared into the strangers eyes, my face passive, tough, and challenging.

A deep laugh escaped his throat, it was more amused and mocking, than anything. Never less sent a new wave of fear through my body... And he could see through my strong facade, he could see my fear and uncertainty.

Bellamy

Enraged is an understatement to how angry I felt. I heard a twig snap behind me and spun around, my brown hair longer than I liked, falling over my eyes, shading them from view. Finn stood a few yards away from me, crouched down, staring at the ashes, bones, and burnt structures. The drop ship was the only real structure still standing. The tents, the wall, some guns, canteens, blankets, and supplies had been burnt beyond repair.

I'd worked, controlled, and ordered this camp, and it was all gone. I was left with less than we came down here with. It was Finn, I, and a damn drop ship. It had taken me a day or so to remember what happened and to believe I was still alive.

Flashback

I'd just talked to Octavia and sent her with Lincoln... To live. To escape the war, to be safe. I'd just returned into camp, where I saw Clarke; Finn and Miller were both protecting her. I saw she yelled my name, in the moment I was tempted to smirk, not until I realized that she'd yelled it as a warning.

One of the bigger Grounders, probably a leader or elder, came up behind me. I was out of bullets, and wasn't even half way to the drop ship where many of the delinquents were filling in. Miller shot at the grounder that was just starting to attack me, but if he was wounded or the bullet hit him, the grounder clearly didn't show it.

He punched me in the gut, winding me, and then punched me in the jaw, making my world dizzy. Then he punched me again, and I went down. I saw Clarke fighting off Finn, trying to help, like always. As everything spun, I saw the grounder picking up a large machete and aiming it at my chest. In the blink of an eye, I saw Finn launch himself at the grounder, saving my life.

Everything spun, bullets were still flying, and reapers were fighting Grounders who were fighting us. Everything was a huge mess, blood was lightly misted in the air. I rolled my head looking at my sides, I saw the tunnels on one side, the small drop off path that lead out of camp. On my other side I saw Finn and the grounder fighting and dodging fatal attacks.

As things started to black out, exhaustion and pain overcoming adrenaline; I saw a flash on blonde hair, and clouded blue eyes. Princess. Miller was shooting like crazy, and pulling her inside the drop ship. Her mouth dropped in a cry of desperation and sorrow. Our eyes met for a split second, a shiny, scared Blue and dazed, pain filled Brown clash, before miller pulled her inside the drop ship.

The last thing I saw before I blacked out was Finn shooting the large grounder in the neck, and him towering over me. The last thought I had, accompanied by a small smirk was... 'We Won.' Little did I know, that was only the beginning.

End Flashback

Finn had filled me in when I woke up. He'd said I'd been asleep for a day and a half, and when I woke up it was already sundown. Finn described how he'd grabbed me, and watched as Anya (the grounder) rolled into the drop ship as the door closed.

Knowing that they would soon set off a ring of fire, Finn hauled both of us into the tunnel, grabbing two guns, a knife, canteen, and placing the rock in front of the tunnel, shielding us from the deadly flames. When he believed the explosion to be done or flames significantly less, he opened the tunnel to see red smoke filling up the burnt camp and incapacitating Clarke, and all the others. Finn had understood one word before he closed the tunnel off once again. 'Mountain Men.'

It was the fourth day since the war, since the mountain men took his people...his CoLeader, and disappeared. After he'd woken up and Finn bitterly explained their bad situation, he'd proposed finding Lincoln and Octavia, joining the eastern Grounders. Finn didn't listen to his reasoning, he grew furious and had been hostile ever since. He was harder to get along with than Clarke... He'd admit he missed how she listened, respected his decisions, and calmed the camp and himself.

Finn did nothing but enrage me further. I wanted to find Octavia and Lincoln, gather the eastern Grounders and storm the mountain men, and if they didn't want to help, we could at Least gather information over the new enemy.

Finn didn't listen to his logical reasoning, instead he called him selfish, stupid, and a coward. They'd already wasted four days, my idea would be gone within another three days. I didn't push Finn, because there was another way, even if they hadn't found it yet, there had to be.

"Look what I found." Finn yelled and held up a small, three inch, brunt knife. I sighed and rubbed a hand down my face, stopping on my chin and mouth.

"Find anything helpful?" I yelled back at Finn as I kept walking forward, ignoring his small knife.

"Hey, it's better than nothing. You haven't found anything." Finn spat back, his irritation obviously showing.

Ignoring Finns angry murmurs and insults, I leaned down. My brown hair brushing my ears as I stared in awe at the little two inch can. I carefully picked it up and marveled at it, a small smirk coming on my lips. It read: M-T. WEA-HER E-ERG-CY -PE-ATI-N- GRE-A-. (Mnt. Weather emergency operations Grenade.)

Putting the pieces together as I read, the mountain men either; reside in Mount Weather, or they took all the supplies. Seeing as this was the only lead Finn and I had, I swiveled around a grim look on my face and looked at the other boy. After waiting for a few minutes to get the trackers attention, I cleared my throat.

He looked up, a scowl pestered on his face, obviously from being interrupted. I held up the shell of the grenade. "Unless you've found something more useful..." I said as I tossed the shell to the crouching kid.

"This is what they were throwing. It contained the red gas..." Finn said as he fingered the little can. I nodded and resisted the urge to roll my eyes.

"Well space walker," I smirked as he glowered at the nickname, " it looks like we're making a trip up to Mount Weather." I grabbed my makeshift backpack and started heading for the tunnel. 'Ironic how when we first got down here princess wanted to go there for supplies and now were heading there for... For anything, possibly everything.' It was a bittersweet thought.

We hiked through the forest for the rest of the day, when the night was starting to fall and we hadn't crossed the river yet I finally probed Finn.

"You sure this is the way Clarke had mapped?" I asked in an annoyed and clearly doubtful voice. When Finn was hit by a tree branch, I couldn't help the small ghost of a smirk that crawled on my face, and an amused 'Hmm.'

"Clarke mapped straight from our camp to mount weather, there was only one hitch, the Grounders that attacked before we got over the river." Finn said as he walked a few feet in front of Me.

I had so many questions, and a lot of irritations. Being stuck with Finn, one of the few people that had always resented my leadership and decisions, was my main irritation. 'How were we going to get them out without being captured, killed, or found? How many of the 100 were left? What if the mountain men were killing them, or torturing them, what would they do then? What if Mount Weather didn't host anyone, then how would they find them... Was Clarke still alive? How was Octavia doing? Where would they make a new camp at? How would they contact the ark?'

I released a deep sigh, my brain wouldn't stop trying to piece together everything. Even I know you can't make a puzzle without the correct pieces, and at this moment we barely had half a piece to go off of.

"We should camp here for tonight." Finn broke through my troubled thoughts.

"No, we keep moving." I ordered, I could hear the demand and stubborn tone in my own voice.

"What's the use of traveling if we can't see anything, and if we arrive exhausted they'll capture us and then we'll be in the same predicament as the others." Finn argued, his own stubborn tone sounded unnatural and flat compared to mine.

"Well if they're not there," I faltered in my argument, the reality crushing me, "Or already dead... it won't be a problem." I shot back in frustration, the lack of knowledge and uncertainty most have been more obvious than I'd thought because Finn faltered in his argument. Unlike Clarke, he didn't give me a chance to explain, he pressed.

"If they're dead now, they'll still be dead tomorrow." Finn said as he dropped his makeshift back pack and laid against a tree, his eyes plastered to my form.

"I'm scouting for water and food." I muttered before walking away. Though we needed both of the essentials, I needed to clear my head more.

I crept through the rough terrain and trees, winding around large branches, and through thick vines. I should have felt scared, uncertain, and unsettled without a weapon while wondering through a radiation soaked forest at night with mutant animals, deadly people that I knew nothing about, and unknown territories, instead I felt calm, collected, and relieved.

The gently breeze blew through my hair, sending it ruffling out of my eyes and to the right side of my head. As I released my deep breath, the cold chilled and turned the carbon dioxide white. The moon shun down and bathed the ground, a large glint barely seen through the trees. I carefully walked forward, holding my breath and squinting my brown eyes to see what was up ahead.

All of my breath left me as I stared in shock at large lake that reflected the moon and the glowing fungus at the bottom of the clear lake, the site was breath taking. But that wasn't the only thing that had me breathless. As the moon lite up the lake, it also lite up a large mountain near by, one that I couldn't mistake, it was Mount Weather.

We had about another ten mile hike to the mountain and probably three mile hike up the mountain, but a calming feeling came over me as I stared at the mountain. I didn't have answers, and maybe I never would, but I had hope, and for now... Hope was enough.

Clarke

I didn't know which was more terrifying, the fact that he looked... Normal, harmless, and sophisticated. Or the fact that I knew he was one of those qualities, he is one of the mountain men. I shivered at the thought. I knew nothing about this man. Having no control over my life, the knowledge of my environment and people around me scared me to no end.

Despite my feelings and emotions, I stared into the green eyes of the stranger. He turned his back to me, and sat down in the white chair. His eyes found mine once again.

"I'm Marcus Xavier." He spoke again, his beady eyes still trailing over me. I didn't move, I stared him down with as much courage I could muster.

"Miss Griffin, this will be easier if you corporate." Marcus said, his face crippling in what looked like frustration.

"Hm," I made an amused sound, debating on speaking or not, "Easier for who, me... Or you?" I spat back, my body tense and my eyes cold with anger.

"Both of us," He spoke with a strong voice, "You know; this place was built over one hundred and fifty years ago. It was built in the likely event that if a nuclear war began, certain... Important people, would be safe." He paused and waited, maybe something he said was supposed to click, it didn't.

"When it was built they added a high radio frequency, for a while they didn't work, but the second generation improved the system and made them more active." His words sent a shiver down my body, the rooms temps true seemed to drop and I instinctively took a step backwards.

"Active enough to pick up radio signals from space..." Now it clicked.

"You... You could communicate with the Ark!" I exclaimed, terrified, shocked, and enraged.

"Communicate, No. Listen throughout 50 years, Yes." Marcus said, his tone smug and confident. He reminded me of a more annoying Bellamy; mostly because I could handle the hot headed leader, while I could not predict and argue with this man.

"If you listened to the Ark so long... Why didn't you make an effort to alert them, signal that the earth was safe!" I raised my voice as I spoke. The thought of three hundred deaths, so many floatation's, killed parents and foster children because the lack of space and oxygen, drifted through my mind.

"Until you one hundred kids were sent down, we didn't know it was safe," he examined the walls and stared at the painting again, "anytime we sent out troops, they wore and wear the suits and masks, always." He explained, like his logic was supposed to make perfect sense.

'They have to have sent someone out every few years at least, what would the harm in that be...' I knitted my brows together.

"Why am I- we, in quarantine? Where are the rest of my people? How many survived the war? Who and why, do you keep people here? Are there others besides us, the grounders, even reapers being kept here? Who exactly are you? How do you know my name? Why listen to the Ark if you could never or would never talk to them? Are there more emergency facilities like this?" I let out every question I had, or ever question that seemed innocent enough.

One question was on my tongue almost hissing to come out, but if I asked it and they weren't here... But managed to survive, they'd find and capture them as well. 'Is there a Bellamy Blake, and Finn Collins here?"

"I cannot answer your questions Miss Griffin, but you will be allowed to see your people soon enough, supervised of course." Just like that, he breezed past my questions and ignored them like I'd never spoken.

"Clarke, I'd like to get to my point. We'd monitored you and your family on the ark, an engineer for a father and doctor for a mother, and here on the earth you've proved yourself as a quit resourceful and brilliant young woman. As three generations have passed, our numbers are slowly decreasing and our threats grow bigger, I wouldn't like you and the one hundred to be a threat, would you?" His question was rhetorical, even if I disagreed we wouldn't be threat, we had already been neutralized.

"Locking us up isn't a good way to form an alliance." I spoke clearly, avoiding his question just like he'd ignored mine. Two could play this game. He wanted something, and as long as he wanted it, she had a small advantage, a safety, an out.

"You and the survivors of the one hundred would have a safe place to stay, weapons provided eventually, jobs, knowledge, food, water, and a greater survival chance. Of course we already have a program set up and after trust is established you would all be able to join in it, helping us repopulate the earth, the right way." He spoke and stared directly at her, making sure she heard the benefits.

"You are offering, shelter, food, water, supplies, protection, and weapons. From the fear the Grounders and reapers have of you, I'd say you're the winning side-" Marcus interrupted her, a small growl escaped her lips.

"We are the winning side, why wouldn't you want to join us?" Marcus stated more than asked. I narrowed my eyes, though I was uncertain and my people reading skills weren't as good as Bellamy's, he seemed to be nervous... Or hiding something. He was offset.

"So why would you want sixty some teenage criminals on your side. It seems easier to kill us." I spoke honestly, trying to make sense of the situation and his offer. Something wasn't right.

"Like I said, were trying to repopulate the earth, and sixty young bodies would do wonders to change and improve things. Of course they'd have to follow the program and what they're told, but it would be easier than running and starting a new camp. We have a... A Council, here of the sorts too. You'd be offered a spot, mainly because your people will only listen to you for a while, maybe forever. It benefits everyone." Marcus said, she paced for a few minutes, thinking over his words.

"Your first generation is dead, knowledge was passed down, but there's different sorts of knowledge everywhere, insight in our space knowledge and skills would be beneficial to you. Food isn't much of a problem, especially with more hunters and survivors like us, water isn't a problem what so ever. Supplies would be more scarce, just like space, but that's what the system if for I presume..." I breathed, doubting how good he made it seem. Though it wasn't the best deal, it would give me and my people a little freedom, maybe enough to escape.

"Protection, for the first month or so benefits us, afterwards it's only beneficial to you because you have thirty to sixty new guards and warriors. Weapons are beneficial but not needed for survival, not your weapons necessarily. What's the catch? It's a good deal on both sides, but we do a lot of work, while being primarily controlled, for what in the end?" I said, knowing clearly that I was stuck in the room with no options, but bargaining and trying to understand.

"Throughout time, our rankings have been passed down, our worth passed down from what our fathers and grandfathers worths were. Recently our leader died; President Mathews. When he died, he left his sixteen year old son in charge. Felix Mathews. To show our unity, bring you into the council, and control the child, we thought marriage would unite the two parties." Marcus said, his green eyes amused and concerned. The nervous edge back.

I opened my mouth to protest, to complain, to deny, there was no way in Hell I would baby sit a bratty sixteen year old for the rest of my life. But the protest died in my throat. The smug look Marcus was giving me, it answered everything. I didn't have a choice, I had to do this. I had to face reality, No one was coming to save us. I was the only leader left, and I had to at least give my people a chance, whether it be a place to live or a chance to run away. Marcus nodded his head as he made his way out of the room, the door shutting and locking in its place.

For the first time on earth I felt completely alone, completely at a lose of what to do, completely vulnerable.

"Salvation comes at a price..." I muttered to myself a dry laugh following. The salvation of the human race, of my people, came at the price of me, my happiness, my life that had barely just begun.

Bellamy

I heard a twig snap a few meters behind me to the right; I gripped the three inch knife Finn had found, tightly as I swiveled around. A sigh or irritation and relief passed my lips as the dark haired kid stood there looking at me with amused and expecting eyes. I growled and turned around.

"You were taking a while, and I followed after you, I recognized the way you were headed and guessed you'd made it to the river and wouldn't be coming back." Finn spoke, his voice unnatural against the silent night, and soft waves that lapped at the rocks.

"Got scared being by yourself, alone in the dark?" I shot in a sarcastic voice. Angry my problems seemed to come back to me as Finn followed.

"No actually, I wanted to make sure you didn't take the gun and go find your sister." Finn snapped back, I growled and was about to reply when he continued. "How the Hell did Clark put up with you for an entire month, I can't stand you being conscious for more than eighteen hours." He said, a scowl evident on his face.

"Because Clarke is smarter than you," I hissed, my anger seeping out in harsh yet true words. "Instead of arguing, she waited, listened, and let me explain. I'm not as hard for her to handle as you are." I snapped, knowing I was hitting a soft spot. Clarke had never talked about her problems to anyone, myself included, but it wasn't hard to know Finn had used her, and she was hurt.

"We fit, made plans, executed them without problems, name one obstacle you two got over without immediate failure?" I hissed, my authority and Clarke's being threatened and challenged by Finn.

Finn opened his mouth to counter, it hung open for a moment as he thought, I smirked at his gaping mouth. I was right, when Raven came down, Princess learned the truth, and walked away. Together, Finn and Clarke didn't benefit the camp at all. But when we worked together everything grew, survival became possible, we worked.

This was his first time without Clarke, I hadn't realize how much I appreciated her until she was gone. 'I'd rather have her pestering and disagreeing, Hell even convincing everyone else to disagree and change the plans, than be without her leadership and opinion.' The princess had grown on me, slowly... But surely, and I'd be an idiot not to admit it. But that didn't mean I'd admit it out loud.

A soft barely noticeable smirk made its way on his lips, he stared at Mount Weather, and laid against a tree trunk, soft dirt forming around his body. 'Im coming, I'm getting my people back, and my Princess.'

He didn't know when he'd realized she was his princess, or even if he'd realized it at all, but the thought felt right and empowered him more than his own survival did.

Kane and Abby- The Ark

"Earth to Ark, Earth to Ark, do you read?" A heavy silence followed the seventh station as Kane sat beside Abby, and Jackson.

"A- to earth...-fssshh- Ark... Eart-" the radio buzzed in and out, Jaha's voice strong, a sigh of relief was released from Abby.

"Chancellor Jaha, we are in the middle of a lake, can you tell us where to go. How to find the kids." Abby spoke steadily and controlled but with emotion clouding her voice.

"Th-eir wrist ba-s are -fshhh- all t-minate-d ... But you are... On the op-ite side -fssshh- of Mo-t We-er... About a six-ty mile hike... -Fsh- To the... K-s camp. A thirty... Mile h-ke... To Mount... We-r." Jaha broke out, but was clear enough to make out what he meant. Hope began to fill Abby.

"Are there Sur-vivors from -fsh- the othe-r stations?" Kane asked, his voice hard, detached, and cold.

"So far... It's ju-st yo-u...-fshhh-..." Abby gasped and looked down as tears filled her eyes, Jackson looked at the families outside enjoying the air, and nature that surrounded them. Kane looked paler but clam never less. "And... P-ods, t-wo, -fshhh- thr-ee, a-nd fiv-e..." Jaha said, Abby knew he was smiling.

Abby released the panic with a sigh, a smile creeping on her face. They did it. She'd made it down, she'd find Clarke and make things right. She was on earth...

"... The pods didn't... Land as close... As yo-urs did... Fshhh... Befor-e you find the... kids... Find -fshh- each other... The Oth-fshh-er stass-ssionsss ... Ark to Ea-rth, -fssshh-out."

I know Authors notes suck, and I'm sorry, but this is the first Fanfiction I've done for the 100. So what'd you guys think? And I know you have to bear with me for the first few chapters! And normally I have a few chapters saved up, but this time I'm posting every three days. Please LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK! It's so important to me, even if you hate it or think it has no purpose, just tell me! Tell me what to improve on, what to do less of, or more of.

I promise I have a good plan mapped out, and I will expand on the characters, their environments and personalities so much better. Also I will within a few chapters have fluffy BELLARKE scenes like everyone loves.

So, if you're still reading this, One I love you ;) Two, here are some hints for the next chapter.

*We will check up on O, and her glorious adventure with her grounder ;) (Being 100% honest! I want my own grounder too! It's not just you Octavia! I mean have you seen his muscles! ;) )*

*Clarke gathers much more information about the Grounders, Reapers, and Mountain Men, while making an unexpected alliance. (Relax, it's not what you think. Though she's not a virgin, this is a bellarke fanfiction, not Clarke being forced Into a marriage... Or is it? ;) XD )

*Can anyone guess who the people- aka the mountain men are? There are some clues, but don't sweat it, I'll tell you eventually.*

*Maybe Bellamy and Finn get lonely, cold, and have a cuddling party. Though it would be comical, I can't promise a bromance here, mainly because both if their characters can be manipulated and written so fluently, but maybe they'll depend on each other and find a truce of sorts, OR maybe they'll beat the Hell out of each other... *insert devious smug face*

*The Ark is as clueless as the 100 first were when they came down; karma, possibly! Though, they discover a lot more than a burnt camp and cold drop ship.

*Perspectives will vary. I think this helps you understand and see the characters point of views so much more efficiently. The perspective will always be the main lead, Clarke and Bellamy. Occasionally Lincoln and Octavia, Abby and Kane, The Ark- aka Jaha, Felix-barely- the mountain men, and the Grounders. Like I said, they vary, but this isn't a short, quick fling fanfictions, problems are drawn out, the romance will hit like a hurricane one moment and fade as action sprouts. LEAVING REVIEWS ON WHICH PERSPECTIVES, ROMANCES, AND WHAT YOU WANT TO READ AND SEE MORE OF WILL HELP A LOT!

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