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A couple of things before we get started:

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight… you know the drill…. But Dan is MINE

Sorry, about the faulty posting last night (my time) – I had posted it then realized I had left something important, so had to pull it to fix it up – apologies chickas!!!

To Sunfeathers. She is my "on the ground" contact in the US, helping me with all things from geography to transport to paperwork to school systems… no question I ask is ever too much trouble for her… thank you for working on this with me….and no girls… she has no more idea about the direction for this storyline that you do… and she does it anyway…god bless her

To Sandy and Grendel – my betas who have worked with me on this chapter - thanks

I wrote Chapter 1 – The Beginning, in present tense. The rest of this story will not follow that pattern. This was a deliberate decision on my part, because I wanted you to feel that you were living "that moment" in this story. I didn't want to write a flashback scene later on. I wanted that chapter to stand alone, and give you all an integral part of the story first hand. I didn't want to call it an prologue…. But maybe I should have? I am new at this.

Our story now picks up, many years later. To distinguish between the two time frames, and events, I wanted to write them in two different tenses. Experienced writers will probably cringe at what I have done, but, anyway, it's a done deal now…. So here goes…

Chapter 2 – Bella and Dan

Bella's phone rang from somewhere deep inside her handbag. She cursed to herself as she juggled her hot drink in one hand while she fumbled around inside her bag with the other. Her bag was full of the bits and pieces of her life: old receipts, her wallet, tissues, loose change, keys, a few lipsticks, hair brush, a memo, her diary. It seemed that she was able to put her hand on everything except the damn phone. Of course, it stopped ringing before she could find it.

Bella knew that he was most probably running late. It was just a matter of by how much. She walked over to a nearby ledge in the shopping centre, put down her mocha, and then began to rummage through her bag in earnest, muttering a yet another soft curse under her breath. She heard the phone beep, indicating that she had a message. Why did most handbags come with dark interiors? It made it impossible for women to find what they wanted in a hurry. Bella smiled to herself. Obviously a woman was never consulted in that design process.

She finally found her phone in the internal zipper section of her bag and pulled it out, and then proceeded to replace her bag's varied contents. She now remembered putting it there to make it easier to find. Yeah! That so did not work!

She dialed the missed call service number and listened to the message. Sure enough, it was as she suspected. He had missed the bus from college because he got held up in the library. He was going to be at least another hour.

Timeliness had never been one of his strengths. She stood and sipped her mocha, wondering how she was going to pass the time until he arrived. Spotting a nearby island café, she decided on an early dinner and went inside. She ordered her usual bagel, along with yet another mocha and selected a table that gave her a view of the mall traffic.

Everyone seemed to be out in force no doubt lured to the stores by the sales that were now on. Dan needed a suit. He was going to graduate in three months and join the workforce which had led to a discussion about the need for more appropriate clothes. Dan was quite insistent that Bella come along to provide motherly advice, although she knew next to nothing about suits.

The last time she had bought a suit had been for her father to wear at his funeral. The memory made Bella feel a little melancholy. That had been 5 years ago and Dan had only been 15 at the time. It had been a real rough patch for all of them, particularly Bella's mother, and Dan had been at the age where he had really needed a strong male role model in his life.

The loss of Charlie under such tragic circumstances, without any warning, had hit them all hard. Bella's mother, Renee, had followed him barely six months later. Her passing had not been entirely unexpected, as she had pined for Charlie dreadfully once he had gone. Bella still thought of her parents regularly and missed them both dearly, particularly when it came to milestone events in Dan's life.

Bella emerged from her reverie as the waitress arrived with her order and she smiled her thanks as the plate and cup were set down in front of her.

Okay, enough now she thought giving herself a mental shake and returned to the present.

"Miss Swan!"

Bella turned towards the sound and saw a nine year-old child running towards her.

"Hey, Sophie. How are you?" she smiled as the child ran up to her chair before turning and smiling proudly at her mother who was still approaching.

"Hi Bella, how are you today? Are you here for the sales?"

"Hi, Carole, and yes I am. I'm just killing time waiting for my son to get here." Bella turned back to the child, "and how about you Miss, are you feeling better today?"

"Yes," said the child, looking abashed.

"Oh, I'm so sorry about that, Bella. When the school rang to tell me that Sophie had been sick, I was stuck at work. I got there as soon as I could but it seems the damage had been done by then. She's over it now though. It looks like she has thrown off whatever it was."

"More like thrown up," Bella replied with a grimace.

Cringing, Sophie's mother replied, "I'm seriously sorry about that. I had no idea she was coming down with something. I really don't know how you teachers do it day after day."

"Well I guess you could say it has its ups and downs, literally in this one's case," Bella replied, chucking Sophie gently under the chin.

The sentiment was true enough. Bella had been teaching for fifteen years now and some days seemed easier than others. Still, it on the whole, she still got a thrill out teaching. Seeing a child understand something for the first time and having an "ah-ha" moment was what made teaching a rewarding experience for her.

"Well, we won't hold you up. Enjoy your night."

"Thanks, you have a nice one too," Bella said waving at the child as she moved off with her mother before Bella returned to her mocha.

She smiled as she watched them leave, the child chatting to her mother about her "up-chuck" moment at school. It never ceased to amaze Bella how children reveled in the less savory aspects of the human body. Poop jokes seemed to be the current favourite among the boys. She remembered Dan rolling on the floor laughing at poop jokes. It seemed like only yesterday and now, suddenly, he was about to turn 21. Where had the time gone?

After paying for her meal, Bella began to meander through the mall. She stopped in at a few boutiques, and sighed regretfully over some of the prices. Money wasn't tight, but it wasn't a case of 'money's no object' either. Years of being a single mother had indelibly stamped Bella with practicality, so she always found it difficult to splurge on herself.

Perhaps Dan leaving home would change the situation somewhat.

Bella stopped and inspected some lingerie, her eyebrow raised as she looked at some of the racier items. She lifted her head and looked at the other women in the store. They all looked suburban and mundane. Come to think of it, she decided after a moment's thought, they probably look like me. She had to bite the inside of her cheek to stop from giggling at the thought of one of the cuddlier looking women browsing in the store, going home and strapping herself into a corset and crotchless panties. Shoulders shaking slightly, she left the store wiping her eyes as she puffed out a quiet laugh.

She stopped at the window of the store and gazed at the mannequin, sighing at the artful display. The lace concoctions, designed to tempt and enhance, were certainly doing their job. Bella thought about her practical cotton offerings and sighed again, but then another smile lit up her face and gave a special sparkle to her eyes. She wondered what would happen if, when Dan next had to hang out a load of washing, he was to hang up a pair of the lacy numbers the mannequin was wearing. She laughed out loud at that thought– he'd have a fit. It was already a tough enough job to get him to help out with the laundry in the first place. That, would just do him in for good.

Bella was so lost in thought that she failed to see the dark haired man sneak up behind her. She was giggling to herself when the words he whispered in her ear made her jump.

"Penny for your thoughts, sweetheart," he said.

Turning abruptly she banged right into the man who had been leaning over her left shoulder, causing him to pull back sharply, but not quickly enough. Bella had, in her surprise, knocked him in the nose with the back of her head.

"What? Oh my God. Mike. I am so sorry. You completely startled me. Are you alright?" she blurted out in rapid succession, putting her hands on his shoulders and trying to look him in the eye.

Mike put his hand to his face and bowed his head in obvious pain.

"Good god, Bella, jumpy much?"

"Oh, Mike. Are you OK?"

"Well love," he said, straightening and rubbing his nose simultaneously, "if I get a black eye from this, it will make a wonderful story to share at work, let me tell you."

"Oh Mike, don't you dare. It was you after all sneaking up on a lady looking at a lingerie display window."

"Yeah, well. I can always admire the view. There was a lot to look at."

"Now you listen to me, Mike Newton, your wife will have your guts for garters if I tell her my version of events," warned Bella, waggling her finger at him.

"OK. Duly noted," replied Mike. "But can't I at least sauce it up for the guys at work?"

"Doesn't your wife work at your store?" came Bella's retort.

"Damn. Oh well, this will just have to stay stored in my little happy place, won't it B?"

"I have told you a million times, M, my name is already shortened to Bella, and that's enough for my liking."

"OK gorgeous. Now tell me, why is it I find a girl like you, looking in a window like this? Any special reason?"

"You mean, aside from my perpetually late son, running late again? Nope. Da nada. No other reason."

"Oh, Bells," Mike replied, Bella rolling her eyes at yet another abbreviation of her name, "I thought some lucky guy might be getting lucky, if you know what I mean?"

"When have I had the time to 'get lucky' recently?"

"Well, if you had of just pursued Jeff a little more vigorously, you never know what might have happened."

"Firstly, let me remind you that you and your darling wife set me up with said Jeff. Secondly, let me remind you that said Jeff was a little too 'over eager' for me,"

"But…" interrupted Mike.

"And thirdly," continued Bella as if Mike hadn't uttered a sound, "said Jeff was 10 years younger than me. What do you think I am? Some sort of cougar?"

"Well, to be fair, he looked a lot older than that…" Mike lamented, "and besides, you know what they say about younger guys. He's in his prime, you're in your prime… and all that…"

"Not, another word, Mike. Not another word," Bella warned him with her 'teacher face'.

"Yes, Ma'am," Mike winked, lowering his head and looking decidedly abashed.

"Does that mean you're not coming to dinner Friday night?"

"I'll be there, as long as you two aren't trying to fix me up with someone else."

"O…K…" came Mike's measured reply.

"Mike, not again. Can't you and Jess just realize that I'm OK with being single? Really?"

Mike raised both hands in surrender. "Don't look at me babe. It's the Missus that you have to set straight on that point. I bowed out after the Jeff debacle."

"Mmph," said Bella, looking at Mike sideways, "so tell me dearest Mike, why are you sneaking up on women at the lingerie shop?"

"Not women. Just one woman," he defended.

"That still doesn't answer my question," she reminded him.

"Well, to tell you the truth, it is Jess and my 10th Wedding anniversary next Tuesday, and I was going to looking for something… interesting… to get for her. Say you wouldn't mind…?"

"Oh not on your life buster," Bella replied before he could even finish his sentence. "There is just no way I'm going to help you pick out some sexy lingerie for you to give your wife. You are in this one on your own buddy boy!"

"Well, it was worth a shot. Where is that elongated son of yours anyway, Bells?"

Bella gave him a quick slap on the shoulder for the abbreviation before she continued. "He's missed the bus from college. Actually, he'd be due here soon," she noted, glancing at her watch. "I'm waiting for him to call."

"Well, I'd better not let him catch me here with you then. In fact, a lingerie shop and a 21 year-old male is probably not a good combination for any mother to deal with. Actually," he said frowning, "for either of you, come to think of it."

"Get out of here Mike. Be off with you. I'll see you Friday," she replied, giving him a kiss on the cheek. "Good luck with the shopping," she added with a wink as she began to walk away.

"Yeah, well luck will be needed now without your help," he said. "Hey, Bel - la?"

"Y-e-s, Mike?"

"You wouldn't happen to know what size?" Mike asked, raising both of his hands in the air and giving each a little squeeze-like motion.

"Oh you are soooo in strife," Bella retorted, "I think you'd do better with wine and roses!" she laughed as she walked away shaking her head. "See you Friday, Mike."

Bella strolled up the mall, smiling to herself and thinking back over her chance meeting with Mike. He was a good guy, and he and his wife, Jess, were amongst the first friends Bella had made when she moved to New Hampshire nearly four years ago.

Dan had just graduated from High School and had won a part-scholarship to Dartmouth. It was a big deal and a big move for the two of them. They had packed up their belongings and moved across the country from where they used to live in Forks, Washington.

Initially, Bella had believed that Dan would have wanted to spread his wings and fly solo when he went off to college and she was partially right. He did want to live on campus and experience the whole College life thing, but when it all boiled down to it, he was anxious about being so far away from Bella. Dan really worried about her being alone in the house if he moved on and he felt very protective of her.

When he had applied for colleges, Bella and Dan had talked for hours about his options and his selections. Bella had very much wanted this decision to be Dan's. It was time for him to broaden his horizons. She recognized in her son, the need for him to experience the kaleidoscope of opportunities life had to offer. She wanted for him, everything that had seemed to become so unattainable for her at the same age, so Bella had encouraged Dan to consider every opportunity and leave no stone unturned.

When he had won the part-scholarship to Dartmouth, Bella had been very happy and proud of him. This was soon followed by a sense of uncertainty for herself, which she swallowed almost as quickly as it had flared. There was no way she was willing to allow her own self-doubt to take away from Dan's achievements, but then what he had said to her took her completely by surprise. It obviously was something he'd been thinking about for some time.

"Mom, I want you to come to New Hampshire with me."

"What? No, honey. I don't need to follow you off to college. This is your chance to break free. Experience life. Live the college dream. You don't want to be doing that with you crotchety old mother hanging on to your shirt tails."

"Mom. I want you to come with me. Forks has always been your home but things have changed. You've changed. There is so much more out there in life for you. It's time for you to move on, Mom. Come with me. Move. Find a new school to work at. Chase your dreams. You've earned the right, after so long, to live your dream too."

His motivations had taken her by surprise. They had caused her to actually reflect on her life and what she wanted for her future. For so long, she had been focused on getting to this point. On getting Dan through High School, and on to college, that she had, along the line, stopped thinking about her dreams, her goals. Life for her had become focused entirely on the hopes and dreams she wanted her son to chase. She lost her own dreams in the process.

After much soul searching and discussion, she had agreed to move with Dan across the country, with one condition – he couldn't live with her. She was adamant that he needed to set out on his own, but he was just as insistent that he wouldn't go unless she opened up her own future to new possibilities as well. The compromise they struck would be that she would move, and Dan would live on campus.

The deal being done, Bella and Dan began to work together towards their new goal. Dan didn't go away for a traditional end of High School vacation. Instead he stayed home with Bella and helped her pack up her life insofar as she had always known it. The house in Forks was put on the market and it had sold quickly which surprised the both of them. Apparently, there had been a number of local residents who had had their eyes on Renee and Charlie's place for years, and when it came up for sale, even the real estate agent had been taken aback by the local interest.

It still surprised Bella how quickly things had fallen into place after that. Bella had found a job teaching at a local school, not too far from where she thought she would want to live. The internet made things so much easier these days. When trying to look for a house and she had used the money from the sale to buy a small two bedroom place in Lebanon, New Hampshire. It was close enough to Dartmouth that it wouldn't be too difficult for Dan to come home whenever he wanted, but far enough away that his mother wouldn't be living on his door step. This had made them both happy.

It was when she first started working at her new school that Bella had met Mike and Jessica Newton. They were parents of a child at her school and she had begun to run into them at the shops and around the local area from time to time. Mike was an openly friendly guy with a personality to match and she had found that she hit it off with Jessica straight away. When they had first invited her over for dinner, Bella was a little cautious about mixing socially with parents outside of the work place, but she found that she really welcomed the casual interactions with Mike and Jessica, who had in turn, introduced her to a number of their friends – singles and well as couples. Over the years, Bella had come to count Mike and Jessica amongst her closest friends.

For the second time that afternoon, Bella's phone rang from deep inside her handbag. She found it easily this time, having made an effort before to put it finally back into the phone pouch where it belonged.

"Hi love," she said as she answered it. "Where are you?"

"Hi, Mom. I've just got off the bus. Can I meet you at the eatery? I haven't had the chance to grab anything yet."

"Yeah, OK. I should have expected that one, shouldn't I? I'll meet you there in five."

"OK, Mom. Bye."

Bella turned around and headed off to meet her son. She really shouldn't have bothered to eat earlier. She should have known the first thing Dan would want to do was to get food. He ate like a horse, and he never seemed to get his fill. At 6' 2" Dan stood literally head and shoulders above Bella. She had lost her height advantage for discipline when he was fourteen. There seemed to be a period of time when he would just grow inches in his sleep and she had long since given up trying to monitor his growth. For years, every birthday she diligently marked his height on the doorframe in the dining room at their house back in Forks. Occasionally during a growth spurt, she would make him stand up against the door frame more regularly, trying to record his height. When the gaps between markings started to exceed an inch in just over a month, she gave up. She knew he was growing – his appetite and his trouser legs kept her informed almost daily. His height wasn't the only thing that had grown beyond expectations – his hands and feet were huge. It was a pity that he had never really been all that keen on competitive swimming while he was at school because he seemed to have come with an inbuilt pair of flippers.

As she made her way through the eatery, she noticed him standing in front of the taco stand. Mexican had always been one of his favourites.

Bella was very proud of her son. He had worked hard in college, maintained his grades and honoured his scholarship conditions all whilst working at a local music store in his limited free time to give himself an income. He also played the guitar, which he taught himself to do, and he would often relax by mucking around and jamming with his dorm mates at college.

Bella walked up behind him and tapped him on the shoulder. Dan turned to her and leaned down to give her a quick peck on the cheek.

"Hi, Mom," he said with a warm smile, "the queue was pretty small so I thought I'd just jump on it. Do you want anything?"

"No thanks, love. I've already eaten."

"Oh, you have? Sorry. I won't take too long."

"It's fine, don't worry. Your stomach has been a top priority for a long time. I'm used to it. I'll go find us a seat."

"Well when you do, don't sit down short stuff or I'll never see you under the table," he shot back at her with a wink and a wicked grin on his face, nudging her on the shoulder as she went to move off.

"Ha, ha, ha," Bella retorted walking away, wondering why on earth it was ever necessary to educate a child in the first place, when it served only to sharpen a wit that would eventually come back to bite you on the bum.

She found a table in the middle of the crowded eatery and waved to get Dan's attention, before sitting herself down, poking out her tongue at him as she did so. She enjoyed their banter. It was something that she often thought was a real indicator of just how comfortable they were in their relationship. They were mother and son, but they were friends too. It hadn't been an easy ride for them through his teenage years, but Bella had taken solace from friends who were experiencing similar trials and tribulations with teenagers. She had been adamant that no matter what happened, she would always be there for him: 5am, 10pm, midnight, whenever, and that she would always keep communication lines open, even when monosyllabic answers were all she could get in return for her efforts.

It was made even harder by Charlie's death – Charlie was Dan's significant male – his primary male role model. They had a deep, if relatively silent, relationship. Neither man was big on words, but their actions would convey the depth of their love and respect for each other. Dan especially treasured his alone time with his grandfather, invariably spent fishing out on the lakes around Forks.

Give a boy time, an activity, and the space for quiet reflection and you give him the chance to understand life and learn what it means to be a man. That had been one of Charlie's long held beliefs. His was a philosophical old bugger at times. Bella smiled to herself as she thought of yet another saying that Charlie had hanging on a plaque by the front door of the old house in Forks. Here in lives a fisherman, alongside his wife, the best catch of his life.

Dan sauntered over to the table where Bella was seated, arms filled with three burritos and a Pepsi, his college satchel slung casually over his shoulder.

"Will that fill the hole you think?"

"Don't know. But it's a start. Sure you don't want some Mom?"

Bella looked at the greasy combination with just a hint of salad. No thanks, love, I'll pass. That lot would certainly go straight from my lips to settle on my hips."

"Mom, you look fine."

"And if I ate stuff like that," she said, pointing to the concoction on his plate, "you would be making comments about me needing two chairs instead of one. I'm fine. Really."

"OK," he replied with a shrug of his shoulders, "suit yourself," and with that, he took a large bite of the first burrito.

"So, I've had a chance to window shop while I've been here, you know, because I had time to kill," Bella started, as Dan looked up over the top of his burrito and rolled his eyes in response, "and I saw quite a few sales on around the place, so we should be able to get you a good bargain on that suit you're wanting to get."

"Yeah, about that," Dan hedged, "well I've been kind-a thinking that I might put off buying a suit for the time being."

"Really? How come? I thought you wanted to get one for graduation that you could then wear to work."

"Yeah… well I've been thinking that I might not want to get a job straight away after college."

"Really?" Bella said again, her voice rising a touch higher this time. "And tell me, why's that?"

"Well…" Dan hedged again, "I've been thinking I would like to do some travelling before I settle down into the day to day life of full time work."

"OK, and how long has the travel bug been biting you?"

"Honestly? A couple of months," he said, taking another bite.

"Mmm… and how would you intend to fund said travel?"

"I've got $5000 saved from my job, and if you were OK with it, I would like to take some money from what Nan and Pop left me."

"Where would you want to go?"

"Australia."

"Australia?" Bella said, just a little too loudly.

Dan shrugged in response to the question Bella asked. "You know Dean, the Aussie guy who's been studying in the student exchange program at college. He comes from Sydney, which would give us a place to stay at and travel from for a while."

"Us?"

"Yeah. Me and Chris have been talking it through."

"Chris and I," replied Bella automatically. "Chris and I have been talking it through," she said for emphasis slipping automatically into teacher mode as her brain attempted to keep up with the conversation that was unfolding around her.

"Chris and I", Dan responded, also automatically, which came from years of living with a mother who is also teacher.

"It's all a bit sudden, isn't it? This travel bug thing?"

"Maybe for you, Mom, but I've been thinking about it for a while."

"It might have been nice if you had shared these thoughts with me just a little earlier then."

Dan looked at his mom across the table, and shrugged his shoulders again, albeit a little apologetically. He took yet another huge bite from his dinner.

Bella sat back in her chair. If she could only encapsulate all the phrases, words, and in fact, whole entire sentences that can be summarized by a boy, simply shrugging his shoulders, she would be able to write an epic chapter for a book entitled, "Understanding the Body Language of Teenage Boys – a survival guide for parents." The problem here was that Dan was no longer a teenager.

"Care to put that into words for me?"

Dan wiped his mouth on a napkin, and put his elbows on the table. He rested his chiseled jaw in his hands and looked at his mother from across the table.

"Don't be upset, Mom," he started. "I really feel like I just want to get out, go explore a bit. See the world. Try something different."

"Work would be something different."

"That's not what I mean."

"I'm starting to get that. Why now, Dan? Why not in a couple of years, once you have some real life work experiences under your belt? You could save then, and not have to touch your inheritance from your grandparents."

"I am finding it hard to put this in a way that you'd understand, Mom, but this is something I really want to do now, before I get tied down and committed to a job as such. Just go, not plan anything too much; go with the flow so to speak."

"And where would this flow take you after Australia?"

"Honestly, I don't know. I couldn't do it indefinitely. I don't have that kind of money. But I'd really like to give it a try."

"You and Chris."

"Me and Chris." This time, Bella didn't bother to correct him.

They had sat for a while longer in the eatery, talking, listening, each trying to understand the other's point of view. In the end, Bella had realized that, while she had reservations about him travelling straight after college, she had no real reason to stop him – not that she could apparently. He already had applied for and received his passport. He'd been to the campus post office and submitted the appropriate paper work, and apparently, you didn't need a parent's authority once you had turned 16. It had been so long since Bella had ever investigated about obtaining a passport that she was completely unaware of the newest application procedures.

They left the eatery still deep in discussion and wandered around the mall, all thoughts about a purchasing a suit forgotten. Eventually Bella stopped and turned to face Dan. She stood in front of him, and looked up into his beautiful face. She saw the face of the man he had become and understood, finally, that this was her chance to let him do what she had wanted him to do all along. Fly. Pick his own path and follow it. She had to trust in him and the job she had done to this point. She had to let him go.

"Do it, Dan," she said simply. "I want you to do it, if that's what you really want."

"Mom, are you sure you're OK with this?" he said, putting his hands on her shoulders as she stood in front of him, and bending down to look directly into her eyes.

"I don't think I'm there just yet," she said, "but I will be. I want you to be able to look back at this time in your life with no regrets Dan, and if doing this," she continued, waving her hand to the side, "going off and being all 'explorer, seize the moment man' is what feels right for you at this point, then do it. The last time I checked, something like this won't be enough to stop the world spinning on its axis."

Oblivious to their present position, Dan pulled his mother into a hug and kissed the top of her head. "I love you, Mom." He said simply. "Thank you."

"I love you too, Dan."

As Dan held her, he remembered one of the many life lessons his grandfather had taught him, while they were out fishing in his old boat. "Son," he would say to Dan, "you will meet many women in your life. Some may love you, some may use you, and some may leave you. But the safest love you'll ever have is the love of your mother. Don't you ever forget that. No matter where you go, or what you do, your mother will always be the one who taught you about the gift that is love, from the very start. "

In the years to come, Bella would look back over this decision that was made that night in a shopping mall on this fate filled day. She would wonder how different their lives would have become if she had counseled Dan more against going on his tour of discovery. She would remember how excited he felt at finally having come to a decision, and how anxious she felt about letting him go to explore further horizons then even she had ever expected. And she would remember, with a smile, the quote by Robert Frost that came to her and helped her to understand that she needed to support him and his dreams…

"So I came to a fork in the road and I took the road less travelled by, and that, made all the difference."

So, now you've read it. Now you know who Dan is. Some of you were right, but some of your guesses kept me well entertained.

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