A/N: The last part of their story.

Tea

"Hermione!"

Hermione groaned from her bed and yelled, "how many times do I have to tell you, Ronald! You are keyed-in to all of my security measures! Muggles and magics! Door locks and wards! You just have to apparate in or floo in or just simply turn the doorknob around!"

All she heard was quiet and then loud thumps on her creaking stairs. She continued reading her book while waiting for Ron to reach in three, two, one. Her bedroom door swung open.

"Am I invited? Or is it just Ronald?"

She was startle to hear a woman voice instead of the whiny deep voice of her brother. She looked up.

"Gin!" Hermione quickly put down her book and jumped off her bed and ran to her friend. "You promised me to come last night."

"I'm sorry. But Harry wouldn't let me go. It had something to do with how ravishing I was that he wanted to shag me right on the dining table," she smiled wickedly.

"Ew Ginny! That's my brother!" Hermione pushed Ginny away and climbed down the stair to serve a drink or two for her guests. She heard Ginny's chuckles right behind her. "And dining table? I bought you that dining table! Exclusively customized from Paris!" she stood behind her bar and took out two highball glass, "and you hated that table!"

"It is very sturdy, Hermione. Remind me to trust your judgement next time," Ginny hugged her from behind, "what are we having today?"

"Mocktails?" Hermione lifted one glass to Ginny's eye-level over her shoulder.

"Can we have tea, please? I feel like it's a tea kind of night." She let go of her and let Hermione start preparing their tea. She took a seat on one of the stool.

Hermione cringed.

"Uh, Gin? Can you sit on the next stool?"

"Why? What's wrong with this one?" Ginny looked confused but still she moved to the one on her right.

"Well, that's kinda his favourite seat," Hermione said. She was trying so hard to appear unperturbed while taking out her antique china tea set but her treacherous face gave her away. It was redder than Ginny's hair.

"Fucking hell, Granger. You're all smitten!" Ginny exclaimed.

"No!" Hermione denied vehemently. But Ginny's wiggling eyebrows ebbed her denial bit by bit.

"Maybe?" She answered this time weakly.

Ginny squealed and leant forward against the bar.

"You are! Hermione is in love!"

"Who's in love?" Ron came out from her kitchen. He helped himself with a plate of spaghetti. "It's in the fridge. I reheated it with that mic wave thing."

"Microwave." Hermione rolled her eyes. She took out one more tea cup for Ron.

"So who's in love?" he asked again and before Ginny could answer, Hermione wandlessly sent her handkerchief and stuffed it in Ginny's mouth.

"Crookshanks," Hermione replied as she poured a freshly boiled water into the teapot, "I think he's in love with one of the stray cat from the park. He's been mewling a lot these days, and pee a lot too. I read from a bookー" Ron rolled his eyes "ーthat if a male cat wants to mate, he'll start peeing everywhere. It's like marking and telling all the female cats that there's a horny male cat here."

Ginny spat out the white handkerchief from her mouth. She gave Hermione a deadly glare. "What are you eating, Ron?"

"Spaghetti. You're hungry? Already?" Ron asked in disbelief.

"Why? I thought Ginny likes spaghetti?" Hermione asked.

"She just ate before we flood to your place! She ate two roasted duck and a pile of waffles as dessert!" Ron shook his head and swatted Ginny's hand off of his fork. "Go get one yourself!"

"Ginny?" Hermione waiting for her friend explanation.

"I…" she bolted off from her seat and ran upstairs.

Both Hermione and Ron could hear the clicked sound of her locking door.

"Mental," Ron said as he took a sip of his tea. "That's why I brought her here with me, actually."

"Why? What's going on?" Hermione took a seat beside him.

"She's been acting strange. Harry owled me earlier and asked me to ask mum if Ginny has confided anything to her because she seems... distant," another sip and this time Hermione joined him, "and Harry said she was happy this morning, so he has no idea what happened during the two hours he left her for work."

"Did you ask Mr. Black?"

"Sirius wasn't home, too. So it was just Ginny and James." Ron paused his story as they heard a blaring sound of Led Zeppelin's song from upstairs.

"She must have figured out how to turn on the radio, I guess," Hermione shrugged, "back to the story."

"What was that noise?" Ron's face contoured while focusing his hearing on the slow strumming of Stairway To Heaven. "It's pretty good!"

"It's Led Zeppelin, of course it's good! I'll make you a copy of it later."

"Can you put it in my square music's store? The one that you gave me last Christmas?"

"iPod, Ron. iPod!" Hermione chuckled. She and Harry always had a good laugh whenever Ron described some muggle things to them. "Yeah, I can do that."

"Thanks, 'Mione. You're the greatest," he looked at Hermione in amazement.

"Always the tone of surprise," Hermione winked and they both laughed as it reminded them of their time in Hogwarts.

"You miss him," Ron said softly.

Hermione inhaled softly. A sad smile etched on her face. "Like mad."

"Mum misses you."

"I'm not ready." Hermione got up to refill her cup. Ron shoved his cup towards her, silently telling her he wanted a refill, too. "It's so… him, you know? The Burrow, I mean."

Ron fiddled the small teaspoon, "see? Having an emotional range of a teaspoon isn't so bad. Look at you! Bloody depressing!"

"Ha-ha," Hermione poured him tea and sighed, "am I doing this wrong? Should I just forget him?"

"You're not forgetting him. You're just... acknowledging his death. And there's nothing wrong with that. But hey, you want to be all depressed and pull a 'Brooding Harry'? Go on. There's nothing wrong with that too," Ron added two cubes of sugars in his tea, "it just, boring, and bloody depressing. I don't think he likes boring very much, yes? So you being in this state is like an insult to him."

Hermione mulled over his words and she be damned. What Ron had said made more sense than anyone had ever said to her. This tactless boy had really done it.

"Okay," she said after a moment of silence.

"Okay what?" Ron asked, clearly confused.

"I'll come to Molly's Sunday lunch," she gave him a comforting smile and Ron beamed proudly at her.

"That's the Hermione Granger I know. Welcome back, Miss Tri-Wizard Champion who fought off Voldemort!" He hugged her from the side.

Hermione laughed. They continued talking more about Hogwarts days until Ginny finally joined them.

"Done being moody?" Hermione asked her little sister jokingly.

"It's boring to be moody alone," Ginny said as she made her way to the kitchen. She came back with a reheated spaghetti and looked at Ron, "Sirius coming back tonight?"

"No thanks to you," said Ron.

"Why is it?" Hermione chimed in.

"It wasn't my fault! It was Cho." Ginny defended herself.

"Yeah? How did Cho get in then?" Ron smiled smugly at her.

"Well, she was a seeker. Maybe she climbed up the window or just, you know, flew on her broom," Ginny answered with her mouth full. Hermione wiped some bolognese sauce off her chin. "And Sirius is an adult, Ron. So is Cho. So what if they had sex?"

"Right. They had sex. Is that why Cho left the house in fury after less than fifteen minutes and sent Harry and I a patronus each, saying, "He's an arse!"?"

"She did?!"

"Seemed like a bad night."

"Maybe Sirius isn't as good in sack as everyone claimed he is."

"Okay, that's enough of sex talk! Please respect my tea. Don't drink them with your dirty mouths!" Hermione looked at them pointedly, challenging them to argue.

"Sorry, 'Mione," Ron said, not looking sorry at all, "it's hard not having him around. Ginny been forcing Harry to feed Buckbeak and Harry would force me to do it with him!"

"Buckbeak?" Hermione cocked her head slightly to the side, "Oh! The one from your time-turner fiasco?" Hermione asked excitedly.

Ron flared his nostrils with pride. Ginny groaned.

"Can't believe you left me out of all the fun!" Ginny sulked.

"Aw, Gin. You were little! And yes, 'Mione. It was that time when Sirius first met Buckbeak."

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"We're gonna use the time-turner that you found from Professor McGonagall's office?!" Neville asked them with his horrified face. This whole idea is messy, he thought.

"Let me repeat this plan again, we use the time-turner to go back to 7:30 a.m. so we can save Buckbeak and Sirius Black?" He asked Harry. Ron was on his side, holding his shoulder to calm him and it obviously didn't work.

"No, Neville. We're going to use the time-turner. You stay here, in Hospital's Wing. You've hurt your leg and I don't want to hurt you more," Harry answered him. "We'll be safe, I promise."

"No you won't," Neville shook his head, "I wish we can have someone intelligent in our small group, you know, to watch over us."

"You and me both, brother." Ron slapped Neville's back before he got up and stood beside Harry. "Let's do this. How many times do we have to turn this thing again?"

"I heard Professor McGonagall said one turn equal to five hours. So that meansー" Harry counted with his fingers, "ーthree turns?"

Ron pulled the Time-Turner chain around their neck and gave Harry a nod, "go on, then."

Harry turned it three times and the last thing Neville saw was a wisp of golden light. His jaw dropped until less than a minute after that, two happy boys came in from the Hospital's Wing front door.

"Whaー"

"We did it, Nev! We saved Buckbeak and set Sirius free, we rode Buckbeak!" Harry yelled jovially.

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"You guys could have been killed! Or worse, expelled!" Shrieked Hermione. She loved Ron, Harry and Neville, she really did. But they were really stupid. Brave, but stupid.

"And you didn't invite me!" Ginny complained to Ron.

Hermione turned her head towards Ginny in less than a second. "Gin! That was dangerous!"

"But fun," goaded Ron. He pushed his cup towards Hermione, "more tea, please."

Hermione groaned and started boiling another kettle of water. "So, be honest with me, Ronald. Was he the one that you and Harry had been sending food to?"

"Uh... Yeah. But, Harry told me you helped him." Ron smirked.

"Yes. And I'm glad I did. Imagine you two teen boys carried two heavy baskets."

"Hey! We were built, okay?" Ron's protest only met with two snorts.

"You were thin, Ronniekins. Just a breeze of wind could easily blow you off!" Ginny snickered.

Ron shot a cube of sugar and it hit Ginny right on her forehead. She yelped and threw back one to Ron. Before the siblings could start their siblings' war, Hermione quickly took the small jar of her victimised sugar cubes off of the bar top and gave both kids a very stern look. Both Ron and Ginny muttered their sorry.

"Now," Hermione refilled her teapot with a new batch of boiled water and tea, "since we're talking about Mr. black, can someone please explain to me how did he made it out of The Veil?"

"Harry never told you?" Ron asked, clearly astonished to know Harry hadn't tell their best friend this important event.

"Never," she answered.

"Well, it was two years ago, some time in June 2002. You were still in France when it happened," Ginny started instead.

ーーーーー

"Harry!" Ginny yelled to his husband from their dining room, "don't forget your lunch!"

Harry ran down the stairs with his hair still as messy as ever and his Auror's robe clutched under his left armpit. "You're an angel, Gin." He kissed his wife's cheek while Ginny packing his lunch box into a small paper bag and passed it to Harry.

"I have late practise today. We're choosing new beaters for next week match. Can't skip this one." Ginny gave Harry a big hug and both of them made their way to their fireplace in the study room. "Don't wait for me, alright? I'll owl you if there's any change of plan." She pecked him on his lips and before she could step into the fireplace, a burst of green flame blazed the grate.

"Harry." A thick voice of their new Minister of Magic filled the quiet study room.

"Kingsley," replied Harry.

"Make your way to the Ministry, now. There's something going on in the Department of Mysteries," Kingsley couldn't hide his panicked voice, "the Death Chamber."

Every words left Harry's mouth as an old memory suddenly brought to the front of his mind. A memory of his Godfather's death, of Sirius Black.

"What are you saying, Kings?" His voice was shaky and Kingsley couldn't blame him as he was also taken aback by this unexpected event.

"Get yourself here now." Kingsley's head disappeared from the grate, leaving Harry standing there with daze and confusion written all over his paled face. Ginny slid her hand into his and gave it a supportive squeeze. Harry turned his head to his wife.

"What do I do, Gin?" he sounded like the lost child he was right after Sirius' death. Ginny quickly pulled him closer and wrapped her arms around him, pulling him into her warm embrace. Harry hugged her back and Ginny could feel his quickened heartbeat.

"Let's go to the Ministry, Harry," said Ginny softly.

"Your practice?" Harry asked weakly and Ginny chuckled because it was obvious in his small voice that he needed Ginny more than anything.

"You come first, you dolt." She kissed him fully on his lips. "Now, get your arse to where Kingsley want you to be."

"I'd rather it be on top of you though," Harry winked at his wife and stepped into their fireplace. His tension ebbed a little after Ginny offered herself to come with him. "I'll wait for you on the other side, love. Ministry of Magic!"

Ginny followed right after him.

The first thing she saw when she stepped out of the Ministry's floo network was chaos. Aurors and Unspeakables swarmed Harry and Kingsley, and she could barely make out what they said.

"It's impossible!" Harry yelled. He found Ginny's eyes and nodded his head, asking Ginny to stand beside him.

"What's going on?" Ginny asked him.

"Bullshit. That's what's going on," Harry spat, "this isn't funny, Kingsley. Take your words back."

Kingsley rubbed his face, frustrated with Harry's behaviour. "I didn't believe it myself too, until I saw him. He's real, Harry. In flesh. Solid. Breathing."

"Who?" Ginny couldn't hide her curiosity.

"Sirius Black," Kingsley answered her.

"Shut your mouth, Kingsley. For the sake of our friendship!" Harry warned him.

"Look," Kingsley said in his authoritative voice, "Just come with me and see it for yourself before you sprout unnecessary insults at your Minister."

Harry scowled and walked past him, bumping his shoulder on purpose. Kingsley sighed and as the gentleman he was, he offered his hand to Ginny. Ginny accepted it and they both walked a step behind Harry.

"Don't mind him, Kings. You know how tetchy he gets when it comes to Sirius," Ginny squeezed his arm reassuringly.

"I understand, Gin. but disobeying my order in front of others? Not good for my position. "For the sake of our friendship,"" Kingsley mimicked Harry's voice, "What a way to tell everyone I favour him!"

Ginny snorted, holding her laugh. She understood how hard it was for Kingsley to treat his friends as mere Ministry's officers and gave them orders. But he needed to show people his credibility.

"It's brooding Harry all over again!" he added.

This time Ginny couldn't hold her laughter and she quickly covered it with an exaggerated fake cough as Harry turned to them questioningly. Kingsley gave him a stony look.

"Walk faster, Auror Potter," he said.

Harry rolled his eyes and quickened his step. They finally reached Unspeakable Office.

"Unspeakable Bode," Kingsley called to one of the hooded men.

"Minister," Bode bowed his head as a greeting then turned to Harry, "Auror Potter."

Harry nodded his head. Ginny noticed her husband's eyes scanned around the room, looking for the man that had caused this uproar early in the morning. His eyes settled on the back of a long-haired man, laying on one of the sofa with his body rose up and down evenly, a sign that he was breathing, he was alive. Harry tentatively walked towards him.

"Sirius?" He stammered.

Ginny's breath hitched, watching the man slowly turned his body and there he was.

Sirius Black.

"Sirius." Harry halted, tears started to pool in his eyes, still in disbelief. "Is that really you?"

The man sat up upon seeing Harry's shocked face. He rubbed his eyes, as if what he was seeing was another imagination, a sick game of his mind.

"Harry," he finally spoke.

Ginny's eyes caught Harry's tears, rolling down at a speed, not caring of his position as the Head of Department, as the Boy Who Lived, as the Chosen One, he didn't seemed to care. Now, Ginny saw him as a boy who just found his father after six years of trying to fill the hollow in his heart.

"Sirius!" Harry hugged his Godfather. "Merlin, it's really you!" He laughed joyously when Sirius complained on how tight his hug was.

"Look at you! All grown!" Sirius cupped Harry's face, turning it left and right.

"And you still look the same!" Harry tightened his hug more. "How?"

"We still can't figure out the reasoning behind this event. Last night, the arc was acting weird, vibrating, and it let out this ear-piercing loud buzzing sound that we had to muffled the Death Chamber." Bode answered as he passed Harry the result of Sirius' check up.

Harry was grateful to see his normal state of mind. "And then, he just came out?"

"Yes." Bode turned to Kingsley. " I believe you can handle it from here, Minister?"

"Of course. Thank you, Unspeakable Bode. do notify me if you find any leads of The Veil's substance."

"Certainly," Bode answered and curtly nodded his head.

"Harry, love, come. Let's take Sirius home and start celebrating this miracle!" Ginny said, hugging Sirius. "It's good to see you again, Sirius."

"It's good to be home." Sirius said.

ーーーーー

Ginny finished her tea. "And that's how we got Sirius back! Miracle!"

"The Wizard Who Cheated Death," Ron added.

"Miracle," Hermione whispered, "June 2002."

Hermione's hold on her tea cup loosened, it fell on her feet.

"Merlin's balls! Hermione!" Ron took out his wand and glued the shattered cup back together. "Are you okay?"

"Oh, yes," Hermione took out her phone and noted it was 9:14 p.m.. "Yーyeah. I'm good. Hey, Ron, Gin, I just remembered I have a date with Anthony," she informed them as she put on her black heels ankle boots and walked towards the door. "Just turn off the lights when you leave! Bye!"

Hermione sat in the corner, where the quiet table was. She took a big sip of her hot tea when Anthony took a seat across from her.

"You alright? What's with the panic voice from the phone?" Anthony lifted up his hand, calling the waitress to take his order.

Hermione took another sip before she started speaking. "June 2002."

Anthony nodded and urged her to continue.

"Remember?" She asked.

"How can I not?"

"Funny story. Ginny and Ron came to my place andー"

"Never a dull moment with the lots."

"ーthey told me Sirius Black was brought back in June 2002."

Their table went quiet. Only the clanking sound of glasses and silverwares around them could be heard.

"You can't be sure ifー"

"How can I not?" Hermione said it back to him.

Anthony rubbed the back of his neck as he heaved a heavy sigh. He closed his eyes and said, "so?"

"It worked."

Hermioneー"

"No, Anthony. It worked! I did it! I brought back someone!"

"Don't."

It was quiet again. Anthony's order came and he left it untouched until Hermione spoke again.

"I want him back."

"Hey," Anthony leant against their table and took her hand.

She squeezed his as though she was afraid he would leave her alone in her despair. "I want him back," she repeated shakily, she was on the verge of crying.

He took her hand and kissed it long enough to calm her nerve. "You can't bring him back."

Hermione tried to pull her hand back but Anthony tightened his hold.

"We did research. We know you can't bring him back."

"Then explain Sirius Black!"

"He was in the between."

"What do you mean?"

Anthony let go of her hand and asked for a pen from the waitress, who, Hermione noticed, had been studying Anthony in full interest.

"She's into you," Hermione said after the waitress left their table.

"Tough luck. I love being filled," he answered nonchalantly and snickered when he heard Hermione's grunt. "You know it."

"Well, yeah. But you don't have to be so crass!"

He laughed as he spread his napkin on the table. Dinner forgotten.

"This is the living world," he drew a circle on it, "and this is the dead world," he drew another circle right beside the first, overlapping each other less than a quarter, creating a small oval in between the two, "and thisー" he pointed the oval "ーis where Sirius Black was. In between the two world."

"Your point?"

"My point? You're smart, luv. You've figured this out, haven't you? You're just being ignorant."

Hermione got up at a speed, their table shook. "I'm going to bring him back," she said resolutely before she turned to leave.

"You'll bring back another person from in between instead! You know that!" He yelled at her retreating back.

It was 11:32 p.m. and she was sitting in one of the bench in the park near her cottage. She was facing the still water of the man-made lake. Quaint.

"I'll bring you back, Frederick," she whispered. Her eyes closed as she remembering what she did on June 2002.

ーーーーー

Hermione was sitting cross-legged at the centre of the small cottage. She was finishing runic inscriptions on the floor. Candles were lit around it and a bowl of chicken blood was placed at the centre of it.

"Life as it was," she muttered the last line she wrote. She stood up and moved to stand outside of the circle. One hand holding her wand while the other holding an ancient thick leather book, 'The Beauty of Dark Arts' was written in cursive on its cover.

"It shall breathe live into the closest to your heart." She read the book, "read the incantation under the brightest night of the sixth month from the twelve."

Hermione peered outside the glass wall, the bright full moon lit the darkness of the cottage. She cleared her throat before she read the incantation.

"Oh, Death.

Surrender a breath.

For I, Living,

Require him breathing.

Oh, Death.

Surrender a breath.

For he, Dead,

Has need for his breath.

Oh, Dead.

Accept the given breath.

For I, Living,

Require you breathing."

A bright light sparked out of the bowl, splattering the blood all over the runic circle. The bloodied words hovered in the air in circle until they dispersed into thin air. Then it was quiet again.

Hermione flopped down. She was staring to the empty bowl and waited for half an hour before she laughed hysterically.

Anthony found her laying in fetal-like position at the centre of the circle, cradling an empty bowl. He came after his forty-four calls has been ignored.

"Merlin have mercy," he said as he lifted Hermione up to his lap. "What have you done, Hermione?"

"I want him back."

"Is he back?"

"No."

Anthony hugged her closer and whispered sweet nothing to her until she fell asleep.

Unbeknown to them, Sirius Black emerged out from The Veil, breathing and real.

ーーーーー

She opened her eyes and exhaled. Her mind already whirling, recalling all the steps and ingredients needed for the same ritual.

"This time I'll have you back, Fred," she said to no one and stood up, carrying her feet back to her cottage.

She could hear the blaring sound of Spice Girls' Wannabe, a tell tale that Anthony was already there, waiting for her.

"Goldstein," she said as she swung the red door open.

Anthony smiled at her from behind the bar. "If it isn't my lovely Hermione. The Brightest Witch of Her Age, that she could even bring back the deadsー sorry, the In Betweeners back."

Hermione sat on the countertop and hugged him, loving the warmth that her friend gave her. "I'm going to do it again."

"I know."

"I'm going to do it over and over again until I get him back."

"I know."

"I want him."

"I know."

"I miss him."

"I know."

"I love him."

Anthony didn't reply. He was still hugging her and she tightened her hug, dreading at his lack of words.

"If you love him," his voice muffled by her thick hair, "you won't do this."

Hermione pushed him away. She looked at him angrily. "I thought you'd understand."

"I doー"

"No you don't! I love him, Anthony! I love him with all my heart! I tried to bring him back and I moved on when it didn't work, or I thought it didn't. And you expect me to sit tight when I successfully brought Sirius Black back?!"

Her hair was crackling in red. Her eyes were wide and her lips were trembling in anger and frustration.

"Don't you see it? I can have him back!"

"Fred was not the only one who died!"

That effectively silenced her up. Her angry eyes slowly drooped like a lost kitten.

"I'm sorry that you lost him, luv. i really am! But he was not the only person who died. You didn't even plan to save Sirius Black! Now think! What if you brought back a fucking Death Eater? Bellatrix? Or Voldemort himself?!"

"I… I don'tー"

"I know you don't mean that to happen. But, what if? The spell doesn't even require you to say a specific name! Just "the closest to your heart." It could be anyone!"

Anthony tucked her wild locks behind her ears. He cupped her face so he could look straight to her brown eyes. She had tears rolling on both of her cheeks.

"Hermione," he kissed her eyes, "you were lucky it was Black who you brought back. I don't know him personally, don't even remember how he looks like, but," he kissed her cheeks, "shouldn't you be happy that Harry is happy again?"

Hermione let out a ragged breath. It was true. Harry was a lot happier these past two years, after he got his Godfather back. After everything the boy has been through, Hermione glad that she was the one who brought his happiness back.

"Yeah," she said finally and she hugged him. "Thank you, Anthony. For not giving up on me."

"Anything for you."

"Dinner?" She asked as she jumped off the counter.

"Yes please! I left the restaurant right after you! Didn't even touch my food!" He whined and made his way to the kitchen.

Hermione stopped him and jerked her head towards the front door. "Tonight, we'll dine like kings! Come on, Goldstein! Let's try that fancy Italian restaurant, just three blocks from here!"

She dragged him and vanished the teas from her previous guests.

"I've had enough of tea for tonight. We need wine!"

"Now we're talking!" Anthony wrapped his hand around her shoulder, closing the gap between them. "Apparate?"

He disapparated before Hermione could even answer. She shook her head and took out a bottle of red liquid from her jacket. She looked up and saw the full moon shone on her face and she wondered, if Anthony hadn't been there waiting for her, would she really do it? Who would she brought back from the In Between?

Her free hand took out her wand and vanished the bottle. She pointed her wand towards the small cottage, focusing on a specific spell book tucked safely in a forgotten box under her bed, and vanished it.

She looked up at the moon again as she said, "I guess I have to let you go, Frederick."

A gush of wind hit her cheek softly and she chuckled. She walked five steps more before she disapparate to meet Anthony, the only person who knew about the ritual she did.

Yeah. Bringing Sirius Black back is enough.

Fin.

It took longer because I was distracted with new story! Should have finished this first!

Dear CD - leave your email so we can talk! I hope everything goes well with your family and work. You'll always got a friend in me! And like the chapter before, this one is for you, too!

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