A/N:
It's my birthday, so in honor of me being OLD, I'm gifting you and hoping by being nice, the God of wrinkles lets me have another year of smooth skin.
Okay. Here it is. Are you all ready for the fun? Jessica is lucky because some of you were planning her demise. You girls are MEAN I tell you! Lol
Thank you to my pre-reader Alex RedGirl. I appreciate your crass sense of humor.
And thank you to Fran for beta'ing this crazy fic. I appreciate your sweet words and I'm really sorry for using prepositions in all the wrong places.
And to all of you supporting my story and making it fun for me to write. I appreciate the recs, reviews, follows, favorites and love. Thank you!
Pudding Cup
Chapter 10
Once Bella is buckled up and in my car,I breathe a sigh of relief.
I just pulled off the riskiest stunt e-v-e-r,not even knowing if she'd laugh at me or forgive me. Emmett is and will forever be known to meas the Love Genius.
I'll remember to name our first kid after him.
Nah, just kidding. I wouldn't be able to look our kid in the eyes knowing he or she had been named after a pot-smoking goof.
Looking over at Bella and realizing we still need to have a chat, I thumb the top of her hand as she smiles at me.
"I'm sorry, Puddin'. You know that, right?"
"I know, Cookie." The smile when she uses that nickname makes me want to pull over on the side of the road, so I can really show her my cookie.
"You can call me Cookie in front of anyone. It's okay. Can't be any more embarrassing, or image-crushing, than me standing on BB in a fucking pink shirt."
"I love that you did that for me," Bella said, looking all starry-eyed.
I guess Emmett really is the shit. I wonder briefly if he's smart in the love department because he's had to resort to this kind of humiliation with Rose.
"I'd do anything for you." I squeeze her hand, signifying just how much. "I missed the fuck out of you."
"Ditto, but …"
"But what?" I give her a questioning crooked brow.
"I think you still have some explaining to do." She tucks her lip between her teeth and bites a little too hard.
"Hey, stop. I'll tell you everything. How 'bout some ice cream?"
Nodding her head and smiling, she eases my nerves.
It surprises me only slightly that when we order our ice cream that we both choose Cookie Dough waffle cones. I swear we are a match made in heaven.
"Let's walk to the park. We can talk there."
Linking my fingers through hers and leading her out of Volturi's Creamery, we cross the street into the park. Every few steps her pink tongue emerges from between her lips, taking long licks of the creamy goodness. Her fingers are nimble as she twists the cone, leaving her tongue in place, swiping the droplets spilling over the crispy brown edge.
Eating ice cream with her is going to be the death of me.
My pants tighten in an all too familiar way when I'm around Bella, but this time I'm about to explode. I'm embarrassed as we stroll by a few mothers sitting on the park bench, watching their kids swinging on swings and sliding down the curvy slide. Their eyes swap between Bella and me, fixated, following us as we walk by.
Skinny jeans and hard-ons don't mix.
Or maybe it's the fucking pink shirt I'm still wearing.
Bella is oblivious of the attention we are garnering, licking the cone, licking her lips, and going back for more. My mind is now playing out scenarios that one day I hope to act upon. Only I want her mouth around my cock and the cream that she's licking from her lips to be mine.
"Um … Why don't we sit under that big tree over there?" I point in the direction I want to go. It's off the path we are walking on, and I need time to calm the monster in my pants before it shows its ugly head.
No pun intended cause my junk is handsome.
"Here?" Bella questions when I lead her to a tree with etchings of initials and hearts. I didn't know it was here until now, but I think I can use this to my advantage.
"Yep."
I run my shoe over the top of the soil at the base of the tree, moving tiny rocks away so her sweet ass won't hurt when we sit. I'm such the gentleman. At least that's what my mom says, but she hasn't seen me at school or around my friends.
I'm a badass.
Bella sits Indian style facing me and I do the same, but then she tips her head back, looking up at the towering tree overhead. The line of her neck mesmerizes me, her skin perfect, soft and inviting. The place where her shoulder and neck meet is calling my name.
"Edward?"
She snaps me from my thoughts, my dick even harder since we've been sitting.
"Yeah?"
"You brought me here to talk."
"Oh, yeah. Yes, I did."
Until your tongue and neck sent my dick into orbit and my brain into the gutter.
I adjust my junk with the palm of my hand as Puddin' takes another lick and then a big bite from her cone, smiling, coaxing me with her eyes to start our conversation.
"I want you to know I've changed. The me before you was different. You've made me want to be better now." I realize I have barely eaten my cone, the sticky sweetness coating my hand and dripping to the dirt below, attracting a few ants.
"I want you to be better because you want to be better, not because I want you to be," she says, biting the end of her cone, sucking out the remaining ice cream from the hole.
Who does that?
I nod, understanding where she's coming from, but honestly, it is because she's in my life that I want more.
I want her.
"Don't get me wrong." She scoots so that our knees are touching, leaning into my lips. "I like bad boy Cullen." She licks my bottom lip, sucking it into her mouth and then letting it go. "That's what attracted me to you in the first place."
"I wanna be bad with you, not for you."
The corners of her mouth perk up, her cheeks pinking in the sun that decides to peek through the parting clouds.
"Promise?" The coy look on her face is adorable.
"Promise."
"I don't want to be another Gianna." She shakes her head. "I want more."
"Pudding Cup, you are more."My hand is on her knee, squeezing for emphasis. "Way more than she could ever hope to be."
Bella tosses what is remaining of her cone over her shoulder and launches herself into my lap. I follow suit, tossing my barely touched cone over mine and then wrapping my arms around her waist.
Our sticky lips and sweet tongues touch, sending a deep thrill throughout my body. We're so close I can feel the heat of her skin through her shirt, and mixed with the coolness of our tongues, it's like a tornado ripping through us, twisting, turning—the debris of the past few days thrown miles away from where we are.
I unwillingly break contact, noticing a few kids wandering our way, staring at our public display of affection. Bella is straddling my lap, and the last thing I need is for someone to call the cops and have Chief Donut Muncher come investigate.
"Puddin', we should go," I murmur inches from her kiss-tender lips—pink and swollen from our make-out session. Foreheads touch as we both take deep breaths to calm our raging hormones. She nods giving me the 'you're right' look and wriggles off my lap,her bright cheeks shining, embarrassed at the three mothers that come to haughtily retrieve their dirt-stained kids from the peep show.
"I'd hate to meet your father for the first time as he's arresting me."
Giggling and brushing her ass off as she stands. "Yeah, that wouldn't be good."
"But I do want to meet him, sometime… Like soon."
Bella stares at me like I'm some sort of alien that has just landed on planet Earth.
"What? I'd like to meet your parents."
She holds her hand out to me, and I take it as I stand.
"Um."
She's all sorts of uncomfortable, and the nervousness I've seen in her before plagues her pretty face.
"I'm not supposed to date until after high school." She shrugs, eyeing the tree trunk—looking as if she's memorizing all the etchings of previous lovers—avoiding my reaction.
"I sorta figured," I say. I'm not surprised at this new information. She's never had a boyfriend before.
I like it.
Hell, I love it.
Threading my fingers through the hair at the nape of her neck,she finally looks my way, the silky strands sticking to my fingers.
"We can pretend we're not dating," I tell her, dipping my head so that I'm looking straight into her eyes. I need her to understand that I'm fine with lying.
"Cause there's no way in hell I'm letting you go."I'm dead serious too. I pull her to me, wrapping my free hand around her waist. "You're mine."
Her hands slide into the back pockets of my jeans, her fingers curling to grip my ass. This girl makes me feel so fucking good. As much of a prude as Bella once seemed, she's quite expressive when she's with me. Our lips meet once more, and the kiss is sweet, but I know she wants more. Her breath is heavy, the swell of her tits pressed into my chest as she inhales.
It excites me.
My boner doesn't have a chance in hell of deflating. Not until I douse myself in an ice-cold shower.
"So are you going to put our initials on this tree?" she asks.
Beautiful chocolate-hooded eyes taunt me questioningly. "And seal the deal?"she says,sucking the corner of her lip into her mouth playfully, trying to stave off a smile. "I mean if I'm yours, you gotta show me."
"That was the plan," I lied.
Thankful I had my blade on me, clipped to the waist of my jeans. But teasing her I say, "Good thing this hard-on is good for more than one thing."
Bella removes her hands from my pockets; she's laughing at my crass ass, hitting my shoulder. She takes hold of my hand almost dragging me to the tree.
Excited.
Her index finger drags over the rough bark, bumpy and uneven, tracing hearts and letters.
That's my clue she wants the same.
Flicking the blade with my wrist, unsheathing it from its safety, I start with her name. She stands behind me, her chin resting on my upper left arm as my right carves out the letter P. I proceed wit N' and add a plus sign under.
"Put Cookie," she says, her voice bubbling with excitement. I can feel it in her as she unintentionally rubs her boobs up and down my arm as she rocks back and forth from heel to toe.
"Andthenaheart," she blurts. "A big one."
She's so fucking adorable, all fast talking and childlike. I'll mark every tree in this park if it makes her this happy.
"I'd do anything for you."
I tip my head sideways, touching the top of hers as bark chips curl and fall to the ground. She snakes her arms around my waist, hugging me tightly. I feel her cheek press into my back, and the sensation of her doing this makes my heart sing, and that's when I know that one day we'll bring our kids here to show them our mark on this old tree.
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Group message to Rose and Alice:
Make the brownies? –E
Yep. Bahahaha –R
Jessica is going to be sad and sorry –A
She fucked with the wrong person then – E
True dat –R
See ya girls at school tomorrow –E
Oh … and thanks –E
Later –A
Don't forget to bring the pudding :) –R
My next text is to Bella.
Hey Puddin'. I miss you –E
After our ice cream date, I drop her off at home so she can start fixing dinner and get her homework finished. I don't want her to get out of my car, and even jokingly threatened to run away with her, to which she just smiled and gave me a kiss.
Hi. I just saw you two hours ago –B
Can't I miss you? –E
Yes. *giggles* -B
Leave your window unlocked –E
Will you be good? –B
Of course. Plus I need some of the pudding I left at your house –E
It does seem like you prob bought out the store –B
Try like 4 stores –E
I forgot to tell you I liked it –B
You'll make it up to me I'm sure ;) –E
LOL –B
What do you need pudding for? –B
Don't worry about it :) –E
You got another Pudding Cup I need to know about? *taps foot* -B
Never. Just need a pkg or two. Trust me. –E
See you tonight XO –B
XOXO is right. Just wait –E
Counting down the hours until I can safely make it into Bella's bedroom window without being caught makes me antsy. I want to be there already. I'm not sure what I did before she came into my life other than have dinner at the hospital with my parents every night and hang out with friends afterward. It is an okay life I guess, but now I want something more.
I want my Pudding Cup.
I really do want to make a good impression on her parents, believe it or not. I don't wanna fuck anything up if she ever lets me meet them. I'm not sure her parents would appreciate a 'pink shirt' apology or for that matter, seeing me tucked into their daughters bed in the middle of the night.
When it's finally time for me to scale the trellis and enter the window, I feel like I'm on such a high. My heart beats with nervous anticipation, even though I've done this before. The last time though—when I was in her room—it was to apologize, but this time it's different. I want to lie with her wrapped in my arms and sleep until sunrise, but I know that's not possible. One hour is what I'm giving myself with Bella. She's probably already asleep anyway, so I scurry the last few feet up to the window and crawl inside.
It's nearly midnight, and to my surprise,I see the glow of her book light. Bella is sitting up in bed reading, but when she sees me, she pats the bed next to her, a wicked smile on her face.
Whispering as I walk toward her, I say, "You should be sleeping."
"I couldn't sleep knowing you were coming."
"I'm not coming yet."
A low throaty laugh spills from her, and I quickly place my hand over her mouth.
"Shh…"
"Sorry, but you make me laugh." She pulls the covers back, telling me to slide in next to her.
I slip off my DCs, wanting to remove my jeans as well but think better of it.
"Your bed is heaven," I say as I pull her down next to me. "And you're my angel."
"I thought I was your Puddin'?"
"You're lots of things to me, Bella." I nuzzle my nose to the side of her temple, breathing her in, and then place a kiss on her cheek. She offers me her lips.
It's sweet, no tongue just lips.
And I don't even care.
It's perfect.
Our breathing evens out, caught in the moment of holding one another.
Peaceful.
Not needing anything else to curb our needy appetites.
In each other's arms,we are sated.
However, I do have a boner.
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As I'm getting out of the shower, I can't help how excited I am for school today. I'm ready for the festivities begin.
To put the bitch in her place.
Bella is none the wiser on how my buddies and I are going to deal with Jessica Stanley, and I want to keep it that way. The last thing I need is for Bella to be involved in anything that could get her suspended or expelled.
I have the pudding cups in my backpack and drop them off at Rose and Alice's locker when I get to school. I know the girls are here because I see the brownies on the shelf, so they must be in the restroom getting that part of the plan ready.
I don't want Bella to mistake the pudding as hers.
Even though they are hers.
One of these cups will have a special ingredient in it, and I can't help the laugh that bends me over, holding my stomach.
It's hysterical, really.
Meeting Bella next will be the highlight of my morning.
When she comes into view,I see she's wearing skinny jeans, a black tee,and gray Converse, looking hot as hell with her hair pulled over on one side and clipped behind her ear.
"Hey you," I say asI come up behind her and kiss the exposed skin on her neck. She still smells like heaven, making me wish we were still warm in her bed under her sheets.
"Hi." She smiles, turning her head to peck my lips.
"Mmm …" I moan, trying to capture her lips for a longer kiss. But she kneels down to get her binder, effectively thwarting my attempt. I twist my fingers through her hair, tilting her head up in my direction. "I kinda like you on your knees."
Simultaneously her eyes widen, her long lashes almost touching her eyebrows,and her cheeks turn pink and then drifts down her neck. I know I've just embarrassed her.
But I like this look -a lot.
"Edward!" Bella exclaims, quickly standing, her hair swishing along her shoulder blades at her abrupt movement. She's looking around to see if anyone has seen our little display of whatever it was.
I can't help but laugh at her—at her reaction.
Damn, she's cute.
I lean into her, my lips touching the outer shell of her ear and whisper, "Sorry, but I've never seen you in that position before, and I kinda liked it." She turns to me, and I wink when she closes our locker with her foot. She shakes her head and points her finger to my chest.
"Such a bad boy."
"And you love it." I smack her ass with my hand, which makes her jump, squeal, and then laugh.
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Rose and Alice are instrumental in pulling off 'project revenge.' They plotted and are taking the majority of the tasks at hand to help me. Today, Jessica will wish she never sent the picture of Gianna and me to Bella.
After walking Bella to class, I make a b-line to Rose and Alice's locker. I get what I need and practically run down the hall. The plan is for me to break into Jessica's locker during first hour and place a very pretty gift bag of Ex-Lax brownies from a secret admirer on the shelf. Rose and Alice—the bakers of badness—did a great job last night with their part of the deal. In fact, those two are the key to the whole plan. They are carrying out all the dirty little details and haven't even batted an eye at the fact that we are doing this to their former friend. All I have to do is make sure the brownies are in place, and the girls will take over from there.
Springtime rain has ruined our usual lunchtime routine out at the fence. But with rain, there is sure to be sunshine at some point—which happens to be now—in the form of revenge. Jessica is chatting-it-up with Rose and Alice as they enter the lunchroom. Walking our way, I see Jessica with the gift bag hooked on her wrist, and the fact that she's wearing white pants makes me cover my mouth with my fist—inconspicuously of course-so the laugh bubbling up from my throat won't escape. But knowing I'll have to suck it up and pretend that things are peachy between us pisses me off. Jessica has no idea that we know she sent Bella the photo, and that alone makes the laugh threatening to spill from my lips dissipate fairly quickly.
"Hi, Edward," Jessica says, and then gives a little wave and a wink. Most people would have missed it, but I catch that shit, and it sickens me, but I give her a nod anyway. Thank goodness,Bella was taking our food out of her lunch bag and didn't see.
"Hey, Bella," she mumbles as an afterthought. I try not to get worked up at her disrespect of my girl, but I'm having a hard time. Bella places a sandwich and some cookies in front of me, and honestly, I get distracted quickly. I hook one of my hands around Bella's inner thigh and then take a bite from my ham and cheese.
"Hi, Jessica,"Bella has been warned by Rose and Alice that whatever happens at lunch today to just go with it. So Bella is cordial to Jessica and plays right along.
"I brought dessert," Alice pipes up and starts pulling off the tops from the pudding cups. There are precisely enough to feed the people at our table if Emmett doesn't demand two. She sticks a cookie into each cup and then passes them around.
"Oooh, I love pudding," Ben says.
"Me too," I say. Cause damn if it's not true.
Bella's eyes dart to mine. She knows exactly what I'm implying, and the smile that radiates off her is brilliant.
She's the sun to my rainy day.
Alice directs whereto pass the pudding cups and then delivers the last one—the one doctored with Ex-Lax—to Jessica, who's conveniently sitting across the table from Bella and me.
I decide to make conversation because it's way too quiet. I suspect it's because everyone at the table knows what's going down, and they don't know exactly how to act. Bella is eating and talking to Angela,who is sitting next to her.
"So what's in the bag?" I say, looking straight at Jessica. "Is it your birthday?" A smile threatens at my lips, but I manage to suppress it by biting the inside of my cheek.
Jessica looks at me with a hint of shock as if I should know what is in the bag. I mean I do know, but she doesn't know it's from me.
"Brownies. Want one? I've eaten two already, but you all are welcome to split the other four. "
You make them?" I give Bella a squeeze with the hand that is resting on her thigh.
"No. Secret Admirer." She bats her lashes at me, and I swear I have the feeling that she knows they are from me.
"Cool, but I have cookies and this pudding to eat, so I'm good," I reply. Thankfully Emmett takes it from there.
"No shit?" Emmett says as he's spooning the last bite of chocolate pudding in his mouth. "A secret admirer? I thought that just happened in movies and shit."
Ha, ha, he just said shit twice. I say it to myself because I'm dying inside. This is going to be memorable.
"Guess not." She smiles.
Alice places a pudding down in front of Jessica. "Eat up," she says and then sits down.
"What's the occasion?"Jessica asks as she swirls the pudding with the cookie.
Rose straightens her back and licks the chocolate off her spoon, and then says matter-of-factly, "It doesn't mean crap. No occasion." Her manicured eyebrows rise as she's looking around the table, daring any of us to laugh. We know better when Rose means business. Even I know not to cross her. But her saying 'crap' is making it very hard for me to keep my cool. I hold on a little tighter to Bella's leg, hoping to stave off any outbursts daring to shoot out of my mouth like diarrhea. I avert my eyes from her and back to my sandwich, but not before I see Jessica lick her pudding coated cookie.
Jessica thinks she's sexy as her tongue barely peeks through her lips licking the pudding-coated cookie, but instead she looks really stupid.
Bella catches the look this time, and I notice she bites her lip to contain her laughter.
When I finally get a grip, focusing on my lunch and the way Bella is now holding my hand under the table, I hear a rumble. It's more of a long, loud gurgle, and my eyes fly back up looking in the direction from which it came.
Jessica's eyes are wide as saucers and then I hear it again. But it's not justme;it's everyone at our table.
"The fuck is that?" Emmett asks.
"Um … I must have eaten something that isn't agreeing with me. My stomach is really upset," Jessica replies.
I see her try the one-cheek-sneak to relieve the gas that I'm sure is boiling over, needing to escape. The problem is you've got to be one hundred and ten percent sure that you can pull that off without: One, smelling like a dead animal crawled up your ass and died; two, you don't make a dreaded farting sound, and most importantly, three, you can keep the poo tucked far enough up your ass so you don't shit yourself.
Unfortunately, for Jessica one, two and three were NOT on her side.
BRRAAAPP!
The sound echoing off the metal chair Jessica was seated in was out-of-this-world loud as hell.
Bahahaha …
Our group broke out in laughter, covering their mouths. As I looked around, tears were streaming out of Emmett's eyes, and Rose hit him in the shoulder in mock disapproval, when in fact she was beyond thrilled the Ex-Lax was doing its job.
"Oh my Gawd," Jessica says and stands, the chair scraping loudly against the tile floor. Other people in the lunchroom are now looking in our direction to see what the commotion is all about. "I gotta go."
I take it as she needs to go to the shitter because when she turns to run, I see a brown skid-mark staining her white pants.
"What just happened?" Bella asks.
Her mouth is open wide in shock.
"You heard the girl. She must have eaten something that didn't agree with her," I answer, looking at my friends with bug eyes and a smile as huge as Texas on my face.
"Like?" Bella isn't giving up.
Jasper, the guy of few words, leans in and all of us lean forward to hear him.
"The proof was in the pudding."
Bella turns to me. "You put something in her pudding? Like what?"
"Ex-Lax. And I didn't do it."
"Holy shit," Bella says.
"You've hit the nail on the head." Rose smiles, licking a finger that she's dipped into her pudding. "But right now, Alice and I have some business to take care of."
Both girls jump up, walking with intent out of the lunchroom, following Jessica. I know the plan; it's crazy that it's all going according to how we planned.
"I'm not even sure what the fuck just happened, but I'm glad I'm not in her shoes–or pants-at the moment," Angela says, leaning into Ben, and they laugh at the 'fart, shit, and bail.'
"Cookie?" Bella turns facing me. "Is this the revenge you were talking about?" The smell still lingering at the table is making me sick, so I put our food back into the paper bag and wad it up, pitching it ten feet into the trash.
I shrug one shoulder, not knowing if Bella is pissed or overjoyed that the person that put our relationship in jeopardy has now met her fate.
"That was really cruel," she says. But then, a smile spreads across her face, and I grab her, pulling her into my lap.
"And it was cruel that she fucked with us." I skim my fingers down her cheek. "Serves her right. Shit happens, Puddin'."
Bella leans in to give me a kiss and then says, "It stinks like shit. Let's get outta here."
God, I love my girl.
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After school, Rose, Emmett, Alice, Jasper, Ben, Angela, and Bella come to my house. It's finally time we get to hear the nitty-gritty details of what transpired after Jessica ran from the lunchroom.
"Revenge is sweet as hell. That's all I can say," Rose says before she touches her can of Sprite to her lips, taking a gulp.
"I have to agree with Rose." Alice smiles and then continues, "We took all the toilet paper and paper towels out of the bathroom, the one closest to the lunchroom, before school this morning. I was afraid the janitor would restock, but his lazy ass must have been doing Mrs. Banner again in the boiler room." She finishes and then giggles, rolling to her side. All of us are lounging around in various places in my room. Bella and I have the couch which I take full advantage of, pulling her on top of me as I kick my legs up, taking up the entire surface.
"You two are wicked," Angela says.
"I'm afraid to accept anything else from either of you," Ben adds, shaking his head. "Brownies and pudding are a hard limit for me from now on."
We all laugh at his fake, dramatic reply.
"The kicker of this whole thing is that Jessica truly thought Alice and I were there to help her clean up Hershey Highway in her pants. But instead, we stuck our phones over the stall and kept snapping pictures." Rose cocks a brow. "Bitch is cray."
"And I'll have a few developed and posted in various places all over the school," Alice smiles. I can tell she's proud of their accomplishment.
Bella has yet to say anything; she's laying her head on my chest, content, listening to us all talk about what went down.
Emmett picks Rose up and throws her on my bed and then jumps, Superman-style, on top of her.
"You douche, you're crazy." Rose laughs, hugging him and placingkisses on his neck.
"I just want to say thank you to all of you for having my back and helping me get my Pudding Cup back. Helping her to understand how much I missed her and for getting Jessica back for fucking it all up in the first place."
My hands smooth over Bella's back, and she hums with pleasure.
I love the little sounds she makes when she's content in my arms.
"No prob, dude," Jasper says. "I hope shit doesn't hit the fan 'cause I'm pretty sure Stanley's dad will be up at the school tomorrow, ready for heads to roll."
"I'm willing to take the heat," I say, knowing I won't have to but willing just the same.
'Me-too'rings out from all my friends,making what we just did even sweeter. I'll gladly sit in detention if it means I have my girl, and the bitch that tried to ruin us is forever referred to as the Shit Princess.
But knowing the favors I can call in with the faculty, I know I'll be Scott freeand so will my friends.
An evil smile tugs at my face.
Mission accomplished.
A/N:
So there you have it. Jessica had a shitty day :) Do you think they were too harsh? Or not harsh enough with the revenge?
Was that cute or what that Edward carved a heart with their names on it in the … I loved writing that part so much. I felt like Bella in that moment.
Thank you again for reviewing. I hope I've responded to everyone that has sent me love.
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