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Chapter 7. Storm

"Storm" – Lifehouse

how long have I
been in this storm
so overwhelmed by the ocean's shapeless form
water's getting harder to tread
with these waves crashing over my head

if I could just see you
everything will be alright
if I'd see you
the storminess will turn to light

and I will walk on water
and you will catch me if I fall
and I will get lost into your eyes
and everything will be alright
and everything will be alright

I know you didn't
bring me out here to drown
so why am I 10 feet under and upside down
barely surviving has become my purpose
cause I'm so used to living underneath the surface

"So, Anthony… I need your help. I need to talk to daddy." He said firmly, hope in his big green eyes.

"What?" I asked stupidly.

"Daddy. You say you know him, right?" I nodded. "So, put him on the phone. I need to talk to him. It's important."

"Why do you need to talk to him?" I was amazed by his bluntness, straight to his goal.

He eyed me wirily.

"I can't tell you, it's between him and me… you going to call him or not?"

"I… I can't…" Shit! What do I tell him "he… he is… he is working right now."

He looked down and scrunched his face, pouting a little bit.

"That what mommy says."

"But… I can give him a message… if you want." What did he want to tell me? What was so important? Was he ok? Was there a problem? My heart started to pick up. Shit, I'm new at this, only a couple of hours old to be exact.

"I can't tell you… it's between daddy and me." He was stubborn, just like Bella.

"Well, I have an idea… why don't you write him a letter? I can give it to him." I hoped.

"Mmmm…"

He thought for a moment, eyebrows knitted together, thinking hard… like he was figuring out something. Then his face relaxed.

"Ok, that'll work… but, please… don't tell mommy."

"Why not?"

"Because she'll be sad, I don't like it when she's sad."

"She'll be sad?" I asked in a whisper.

"Yeah," Andrew looked down "every time I ask her about daddy… she gets sad."

"Why?"

He rolled his eyes at me in a duh! way... I think he also got that from me.

"Because she misses daddy… too. I miss him, well… I don't know him… in person… but, I want to… and mommy tells us lots of things about him, so I do know him a little bit." He said, while playing with the hem of his stained shirt under his little belly. He had a small pout, a sad little pout. My heart ached for him.

I didn't know what to think about his comment. My mind was still a jumble of thoughts and my heart turmoil of emotions from finding out I was a dad just a couple hours ago. I'll save it for later, when my mind was clearer I would think about the implications of Bella being sad, sad about what? For what I did? Well, I expected that, but right now, I just needed answers.

"What do you know about him?" I asked with a trembling voice. I hope he didn't notice.

"Well… not much, I don't like to see mommy sad, so I try not to ask much about him… it's hard… I want to know him…" Then his face lit up. "But once she told us he played piano… and guitar. He likes music, a lot… I like music too. Marie wants to be a pianist when she's older… I wanna guitar, I wanna learn and play with him when he's back… but mommy told me I have to wait for Christmas. I told her that daddy might come home soon, and that I wanted to practice but she told me it was too expensive, that I had to wait for Christmas."

My heart was in dust by now, he had seem so happy while playing with the other kids, but now that I could look at him closer, and that he was telling me his hopes and wishes, I could see the absence of that light most kids had their eyes. That light that makes you want to be a child again, the light that most kids had because there was only happiness in their lives, joy, dreams and fulfillment. That spark that they had when everything was right in their world, that nothing else mattered but how many candies you had, or who was the fastest at a race, who could go the highest on the swings… but all I could see in Andrew's eyes now was worry, confusion, sadness… and heartbreaking hope. His eyes didn't have sparks that were as bright as the other kids. He was worried about his mommy, he felt he needed to protect her, he was confused because nothing made sense in his world, he didn't understand why daddy wasn't home and was sad because he didn't know why, and still he had hope of finding answers, he had asked me to help find his daddy.

He wanted to find me.

His daddy.

"You… you want to play the guitar… with your daddy?" I couldn't help but think in my abandoned guitar on my living room, I had the urge to go for it and play it. Andrew wanted to play the guitar with me, his daddy, because his daddy liked music. Bella had told them about me, the real me… not the zombie I had become this four past years. She had told them the good things obviously.

I remembered what my family told me about Bella not liking if she found out what I had become of myself after she left. Now it was clear for me I needed to be that person again, I will be that person, but it wouldn't be for her, like Jasper had tried to convince me to do, it would be for my kids… if I was going to be the father they deserved I needed to get my wits together, for them. I needed to be my old self. I needed to be that strong, confident, intelligent, self sufficient man I used to be. I owed them that, I would be that man when they meet their daddy.

Me.

The real me.

"Yes… he likes music, so he'll like me too." He answered.

"You think he doesn't like you... for you?"

He shrugged.

Shit.

"Andrew… why would you think that?"

"He's not here."

Fuck.

"But… did mommy tell you that… that he wasn't here because he doesn't like you?"

He shook his head.

"She says he's working."

"That's right… I… Andrew… I'm sure, no, positive… that I… he loves you."

"But he don't know me… how do you know he woves me?" He whimpered.

Shit.

I thought for a moment… how do I make him understand without telling him. What do I tell him? I didn't know how to be around them or what to do, I just found out about them. I didn't really know them, I didn't know what their favorite color was, what food they preferred or what was their favorite toy, the only thing I knew is that they were my life, that I loved them. It was simple, I didn't have a choice, I didn't need to know them, I just did. I loved them. They were mine, he is… my son. A part of me… and… her.

"Andrew… do… do you… do you love your daddy?" I asked calmly, but my insides were trembling, afraid of his answer.

He nodded, his eyes starting to water a knot formed in my throat and a sense of relieve spread through my body.

"Do you know him?"

He shook his head.

"Then… how could you love him… if you don't know him?"

"Because… because… he is daddy."

"Exactly… your daddy loves you… because… because you are… his son. It's that simple, he loves you… with all his heart." Shit… not now Cullen, I fought back my tears. My son, I am a dad. I still couldn't get used to the idea.

"You prwomise?"

"I swear" I choked.

That seemed to appease him.

We heard footsteps and I lifted my head to see Bella and Marie making their way back. When Marie saw me she took off into a run releasing Bella's hand and jumped back on my lap. Bella looked at her confused, I think my face had the same expression, but I didn't complain. It was the best feeling to have her close to me.

My pretty little girl.

She had a big smile for me and I couldn't help smiling back, even though her behavior wasn't normal. I guess she was Bella, no instinct of survival. I mean, I would never do her harm, but I was still a stranger to her and she was so welcoming. She will need my protection even more.

"Mommy, I'm hungry." Andrew said, Bella sighed and looked at me then at her watch.

"I guess it's time to go home."

"Can your friend come too?" He continued.

Yes please! I couldn't let them go yet, and Bella and I still had to talk. Shit, how were we going to do this… I was supposed to be on a plane tomorrow morning, I couldn't go like this, I needed to make sure they were fine, Bella and I needed to clear things, and to get reacquainted… fuck this was going to be tough. I still had fucking tons of questions.

"I guess so… When do you leave?"

"Supposedly… tomorrow morning, but as you can see… things can change in a matter of seconds." What an understatement.

"Ok," she said evading my meaningful look. "Come, let's take a cab."

We stood up, Marie grabbing my hand and we walked to where a taxi was parked on the street.

Bella was making dinner while I watched the kids play in the small living room. They lived in a small duplex townhouse, two bedrooms, one and a half bathroom, kitchen/dining room and a living room. It was just enough, but I wanted more for them obviously.

Andrew was coloring on the coffee table, I couldn't really see what it was, but still it was a lovely sight to see him so calm and a small smile on his lips. Marie was next to him on the floor, playing with some Barbie in a purple dress with a freakishly long blond hair. Suddenly Bella emerged from the kitchen with a tray of food and she gave them each a plate of homemade chicken soup.

She kneeled between them and gave a kiss on the forehead to both of them. She was a great mom, sweet, caring… loving. Perfect, she was perfect. Shit, I rubbed my chest.

"Eat you veggies." She gave a pointed look at Andrew who made a yucky face, and then she turned to Marie and did something that caught my full attention.

Bella pulled out a tube of prescription pills, took one and gave it to Marie. She grimaced, the pill too big for her little throat but Bella cracked it in two smaller pieces. Marie swallowed them with water.

What was that? Was she sick? She seemed perfectly fine to me.

"Wha…" I started to say, I wanted to ask what she gave her but decided to wait until we were alone.

Bella saw my curious slash worried face and motioned me to go to the kitchen.

Once there, I was going to ask what that was about but she interrupted me.

"Later, I think we need to clear… other things first. I'm sure you have questions." I got instantly nervous, why did she want to postpone that question?

"Why? What is it?"

"Nothing to… worry … about now. We should talk about other things first." There was something in her eyes that told me that I should worry about it, but there was a reason why she wanted to wait for that conversation. So even though I was more curious and worried, I did what she told me. I started to pull at my hair… shit… which one first.

"When were they born? How was it? Did everything go smooth?" He face contracted and now I did have a reason to worry.

"Can we have that conversation at last? I really think we should go over the easy part first."

"What is it?"

"Next question." She said firmly, fuck she was still as stubborn.

"Why?"

"Because I say so."

Shit.

"Were do you work? How do you support them?"

"I work on a Canadian publishing house, the headquarters are in Toronto actually but I work from home. I am a copy and book editor."

Ok. That was good I guess, considering that she had to take care of two children on her own it would be a problem if she had to be in an office for a good part of the day.

"Why did you come to Ottawa, why not Forks?" or Toronto I wanted to add.

She seemed to think for a minute.

"I don't know, I didn't go to Forks… because I didn't want to be a burden to Charlie, he is old and his health is not great. As for Ottawa… I guess… I didn't want to be close, but… I didn't want to be far… in case of… anything." She was avoiding my gaze, she was hiding something. "I don't know, after… that morning a just took a cab to the bus station and bought a ticket for the next bus."

I nodded.

"Do you have extra help? A nanny? How often are you out of… home." I didn't like to refer here as home, this shouldn't be their home, and their home should be in Toronto… with me.

She scoffed.

"I don't have a nanny, I can't afford that… and I'm not much out of home, I don't really have time for a social life… I do have to go to Toronto every few weeks to check in with my boss… my neighbor's daughter Jane, takes care of them while I'm away… I go and come on the same day."

"Did you struggle much… financially?"

"Not really, we have the necessary things… the social health care took care of a big part of the costs at the hospital… when they were born. Charlie helped when I couldn't work because of the pregnancy and I had my savings."

I started pulling at my hair again. Her savings… her savings for her art gallery dream.

"It goes without saying that you don't have to worry about that now, right?"

"Huh?"

"About money, I will take care of that now."

"Ed-"

"Bella don't even try it" I said exasperatedly, had she really thought I wouldn't do it if I had the choice? "I'm their father, even if I didn't know about them until… fuck, until a few hours ago they are my responsibility… I'm stepping in, no arguing in this."

She nodded.

"Tomorrow I'll make some calls, " I said, forming a plan on my head "I'll have a credit card assigned under your name linked to my account," I could tell she wasn't comfortable with this "you can use it for anything you and them need. Food, rent, services, school… whate-"

"Edward, you don't hav-"

"I'm not hearing it!" FUCK! What were her issues against me giving her things!

"But… ok, but you don't have to support me, I can take care of myself on my own."

"No, you have done enough. You did your best this last three years it's my turn… save your money or do whatever the fuck else you want with it." She rolled her eyes at me. "Plus, you would be living with them, so it's not like you'll rent you own room or buy you own separate food from them, be realistic."

She huffed.

"I'm not comfortable with this."

"I don't fucking care, I'm paying everything now and that's the end of it. I don't wanna hear it."

"Ok."

Damn, fucking finally!

We remained quiet for while, listening to the kids banter from the living room.

"Andrew… kids have five fingers not six, you draw them wrong."

"How do you know?"

"Count your fingers." Marie said in a duh! tone.

"But… how?"

"1, 2, 3, 4, 5!" Marie said cheerfully.

"Oh." Andrew said a little embarrassed.

Then a thought came into my mind.

"Why did Andrew say that Marie got my brains?" Bella smiled a little.

"Her kindergarten teacher called me a few months ago, she said Marie has showed signs of more than average intelligence… it's too soon to tell, but she might be a little Einstein… too, she told me to watch out."

I couldn't help smiling.

My pretty little Einstein girl.

"What do they like? What are they into?" I asked, I couldn't wait to bathe them in toys and gifts. They deserved them.

Bella sighed and laughed a little, her eyes full of love and care for our children. Shit, they are ours.

"Well… Andrew is into pirates this month, who the hell knows what's going to be next, before that he was into transformers, and Marie has a crazy Tangled obsession thing going on right now."

"What?" I asked confused.

"Tangled." What? "You don't know Tangled? Rapunzel?" She was eyeing me as if I was crazy.

"Well, I've heard of the story of the girl with the long hair." She rolled her eyes.

"There was this Disney movie that came out last year about Rapunzel, she is crazy for it, it's driving me nuts! I can practically sing all the songs by heart by now."

Ok, Rapunzel and Pirates. Noted.

"How do you want us to tell them?" She asked tentatively.

I don't know, actually… I'm scared. But of course I didn't say that out loud. Instead, I shrugged.

"I guess… I'll like to spend a little more time with them tomorrow, I want to know them and I want them… to know me too, first. I want them to really accept me, because of me, not because they have to."

"You don't have to worry about that… you are practically Andrew's hero and Marie's prince charming."

"How so?"

"I told you I told them about you… Andrew… he wants to be like you."

My heart ached, I remember our conversation at the park, how he wanted a guitar, how he told me he tried not to ask much about me but that it was difficult.

"So, I guess they are registered under Swan?"

She was quiet, her eyes glazed.

"Actually, I… I registered them under your name. They are Cullen's… I hope you don't mind?" she said shyly "I mean, I… I really never meant to keep them from you forever, or to neglect them their father… really Edward, I just needed time."

I was stunned.

"They have my name?" I said in a hoarse voice.

She nodded.

"Andrew Charles Cullen and Marie Esme Cullen." She confirmed.

"Thank you." I said in what I hoped it wasn't a whimper.

"They are yours too." I whipped my silent tears with my left hand.

My fucking phone rang.

"Shit." I muttered while I checked the caller ID.

Dad. Double shit.

I ignored it and turned off the phone.

"When where they born?"

Why was she avoiding this question.

"What's going on?"

She took a deep breath… like preparing herself for something.

"January… 3rd"

What?

That couldn't be? If they had been born at the beginning of January… then Bella would have been three months pregnant when she left, and I would have noticed it… especially with twins.

Something was off, I started to think hard. She had avoided my first questions, I started to connect the dots.

My heart stopped.

"What did you give Marie?"

She looked down.

What did you give Marie?

"Coumadin."

Warfarina? Why the fuck was she giving my 3 year old daughter warfarina? That was an anticoagulant… Why the fuck she was giving my daughter a fucking anticoagulant? That was… that was something for… for…

"She has pulmonary hypertension." She answered my unspoken question.

My world crashed.

No, no…

I heard wrong, please… someone tell me I heard wrong.

No… my pretty little girl…

It couldn't be.

Suddenly she let out a heartbreaking sob.

"I'm sorry… but, but when I was 7 months, my placenta detached… they were born premature… Andrew was fine…. He was almost full in growth, he only spent a couple of days in the incubator, but… but Marie… her little lungs weren't complete… she was born with bronchopulmonary dysplasia… she was given oxygen therapy for months, and it went fine… it was fine… but later… it… it developed into pulmonary hypertension." She cried.

I needed air, I… I needed to get out of here. I abruptly stood from where I was reclining on the kitchen counter top and headed outside.

My daughter could have... she could…

Oh my god…

She could have… died… and she didn't call.

Oh my god!

WHAT THE FUCK?

Is the pain ever going to fucking stop? Haven't I had enough of this shit? Can't it all be alright just for once in my world?

When I reached the side walk I fell to my knees and covered my face with my hands. Heartbreaking sobs coming out of me. Thankfully it was late and there wasn't anyone on the street.

Pulmonary hypertension… if it wasn't controlled, it could be bad. I knew about this shit! It meant an increase in blood pressure in the pulmonary artery which lead to hyperventilating, dizziness, fainting, and… other symptoms for starters if she over did herself. If it wasn't controlled… it could be bad… like really bad… it could lead to a… to a lung or… heart … transplant.

Shit.

Not her.

I would never let that happen.

I had a new resolve.

Now I understood why she was so small, because of the lack of oxygen… her body didn't develop as it should on her first years. She needed extra care.

I heard footsteps coming from the house.

"Who's her doctor?"

"Dr. Lawrence." Small world… it was one of the doctors that were harassing me today. He was good. "He says is not severe, just that we have to check her every few months… I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you like that, I couldn't help it." She whimpered. "Really Edward, it's not bad… I swear, I would have called you sooner if-"

"You are coming back to Toronto with them… and I will make her new studies and I will be her doctor. Understood?" I said harshly.

"Edward… serio-"

I stood up and faced her.

"I don't care what Dr. Fucking Lawrence says! I will do it. I'll take care of my daughter, you already take them from me for a good 3 fucking years, I won't let anything to keep them from me permanently… maybe you don't understand it but losing the most important thing in your world is pure hell… and I refuse to live like that again! I'll make sure she is fine, personally. Bella… you realize what you did? What if… what… what if she hadn't make it through the dysplasia? Why didn't you call? What's wrong with you?"

"I WAS SCARED! I was scared Ok? I was scared of this! Of your reaction! And it wouldn't have changed anything anyway! The doctors said everything would be fine! WE DIDN'T NEED YOU!"

She covered her mouth with her hand.

"Yeah, that was pretty clear." I said ignoring the scorching pain in my heart. "But I'm here now, and it isn't only your decision anymore… my daughter is… sick, and I will take care of her. It won't be a problem, I'll cover the moving expenses, I'll get you a house in the city and everything will be fine."

She hung her head and shook it crossing her arms around her stomach.

"Are you sure it's what you want?"

"Are you seriously asking that question? Bella don't you understand what's going on here? I woke up this morning, hating myself and everyone around me as every fucking day for the last four years, suddenly I decide to take a walk on the park and run into the two most beautiful creatures I would never imagine, they brought color to my world and music to my ears with their laughs, they made me finally wake up… and it got better when I discovered that they were mine, but then I realize that I have missed their first 3 and a half years of life, next I find out one of them might be in danger… what would you do? Huh? Walk out of it? Do nothing to be in their lives? Or doing anything in your power to make things right to them for not being there all along and give them the life they deserve? Just because you love them?"

She was quiet, staring deeply at my eyes.

"Bella, I loved them the instant I saw them… even if Marie wasn't sick, I couldn't just go back to Toronto, I would have asked you for this, you work from home, you told me the headquarters are in Toronto anyway and it would be easier this way. I want to be with them, I want to be part of their lives, they are my life now. I need them, you have no idea how much I already adore them, just by watching them play. I want to spoil them, to play with them, take care of them. Fuck, Andrew wants to play the guitar with me! Please, let me do the things I haven't been able to do this years. I'm begging here! You don't have to come tomorrow, we can wait a few weeks, let the kids get used to me, let them know who I am for starters."

She started pacing back and forth on the sidewalk, thinking, pulling at her hair.

"Ok…" She said after the longest 5 minutes of my life "Ok, I guess it will be easier… that way… and I do prefer you to be her doctor." She said quietly. "Just give me a few weeks…. to get things sorted out."

"Mommy?" We heard Marie call Bella from the doorstep.

"Yes honey?" Bella said going into her direction, I followed her automatically… worried. Was she ok?

"Mommy I'm tired." She said yawning.

"It's late, lets get you in your PJ's and into bed Ok?" Bella smiled at her.

She nodded and then looked at me.

"Are you staying?"

"N-no, I'm staying at a hotel."

"Oh." She said, scrunching her face in confusion.

"Come on honey, say goodbye to Anthony."

Marie extended her arms towards me, motioning me to carry her. I did.

"Are you coming tomorrow?"

I gave side glances at Bella, she nodded.

"Yes, I'll see you tomorrow Ok?"

She smiled and gave me a peck on the cheek while circling my neck with her arms. Hugging me goodnight.

"Good night." She said against my neck.

"Good night pretty little girl." I said burying my face in her hair again, it was amazing, she smelled like Bella but in a childish way, like strawberry bubblegum. I kissed her forehead and gave her to Bella even though it hurt like hell to give her up. I could tell she was really tired, she should rest… she needed to rest, especially with what I know now… so I let Bella to take her upstairs.

I followed them but stayed in the living room.

"Andrew," Bella called from the stairs "it's time for bed." Andrew groaned but before going upstairs, he came to me and tug at my pants.

"Hey" He whispered and gave me a folded piece of paper. "It's my letter… to daddy…" he said but suddenly turned insecure "but there's a prwoblem… I don't know to write… yet… so, I made something else." I nodded feeling stupid… of course he didn't know how to write a letter… he's only three! "Please… give it to him?"

I nodded he smiled and turned to go upstairs. Even though the curiosity was killing me, I saved the letter on my wallet, I had the feeling I needed to be alone for this.

I waited for Bella to come back downstairs, after 20 minutes she re-appeared on the living room.

"So, you don't want to tell them yet?" she asked

"I think I wanna wait a couple of days, I still need to get used to the idea… shit, I don't know how I'm going to tell my family."

She flinched and covered her face in embarrassment.

"Fuck, your family is going to hate me…"

"No, they won't… they are going to be… incredulous at first… but they won't hate you. They are team Bella, believe me."

She smiled warily

"You should hate me."

"I know… as you hated me, but… surprisingly I don't. I'm angry and I don't completely understand most of your decisions but I don't hate you… believe me, I want to… but I can't."

"It's fair… so at what time tomorrow?"

"Ten in the morning works for you?"

She nodded.

"Do you want me to come here or can you come to the hotel?"

"I'll prefer to meet you at the hotel, maybe we can go to the park again. We can continue our talk there while the kids play."

I nodded, we exchanged numbers and I called a cab. Once back in the hotel I headed straight to my room, I needed to be in the solace of my room, I still couldn't make heads and tails about this day, and I needed to be alone, I was positive a break down was coming. I had woken up this day damning my existence, broody and pitying myself about being alone and fucking up everything, and by some twist of fate, I finally run into the love of my life only to find out she had been hiding something so important from me, I had two kids… and she hadn't tell me. So, did that changed my feelings towards her? To know she kept something so important from me? She hurt me, I was hurt when she left me, but this time… she hurt me, and the pain was even worse, but… did that change my vision of her? my idea of her? I knew the answer even before I made the question.

No. It didn't change anything.

She still was everything to me, I loved her with everything within me, no matter what she did, and I hated that, I hated to depend so much on her. But things were like that, I loved her, more than my life, I would still jump between her and a bullet. There wasn't a place in my heart where I could place them, there wasn't a 1st, 2nd, or 3rd place. I couldn't say I loved them more than her or vice versa. It was different… it was as if my broken heart had expanded, as it was capable of more love to support the equal amount of love I had for each one of them. It was strange, but no matter how much love I had for her, the pain was still there, it was like a balance… the amount of love was the same amount of pain, if not even more.

We had hurt each other.

When I think on the pain she inflicted on me, I'll try to hate her, but then… I'll remember that I hurt her first, I had forced her to run away. It was my fault, it was because of my idiocy that I missed the first years of my children's life. She wasn't completely innocent, she still should have told me but I knew it had been mostly my fault.

When I entered into my room, I threw myself on my bed.

Now what?

I had a lot of things to worry about, first of all… I needed to contact Dr. Lawrence, hear his opinion on Marie's condition, then compare it with my own when we were in Toronto and she had the proper examinations. Then I had to make some calls to the bank, to order Bella's card. I needed to call the clinic and cancel my appointments for the rest of the week… shit how was I going to explain that? Especially to Carlisle, I can't just say that the convention extended, he would know and I can't have him to come here. I can't tell them yet about Marie and Andrew, knowing my family they would come over immediately demanding an introduction.

Wow, things can change radically in one day, but fuck if I didn't already know that.

At least, I convinced Bella to move back to Toronto, I know it was out of the line to ask for that like that but I just couldn't have it any other way. I needed to keep a close eye on Marie and I wanted to be part of their lives. If she had said no, well I would have moved instead without a doubt. They were my priority.

Speaking of priorities… I remembered Andrew's letter. I sat on my bed and grabbed my wallet from my back pocket, opened it and retrieve the folded piece of paper.

When I opened it, my breath got caught in my throat, followed by rivers of tears and heartbreaking sobs.

It was a drawing.

I could tell exactly of whom even though the people in it was made of sticks and circles. It was drawing of us, Me, -with red hair a guitar on my hand and a stethoscope around my neck- Bella –with a book on her hand-, Andrew and Marie -with red hair too- holding hands inside of a square that I guessed it was meant to be a house. Underneath the house was one single word.

Home.

And I started to bawl.


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