Here I am again with a new chapter.

Thanks to my beta, ncmiss12, for her excellent job with this new one.

Hope you enjoy.

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Chapter Fourteen

Eric POV

Life was wonderful for me again, since Sookie and I had talked; at least it was a start. I still had no idea where she was and it was driving me completely insane. Why wouldn't she tell me? It seemed like everything was fine between us, but she still didn't trust me enough to tell me where she was.

I decided that I didn't care, as long as she kept in touch with me, even if it's only phone. But at least it's something. This made me feel good about things, which in turn made me feel ecstatic. I just couldn't stop smiling.

Then somehow my mood improved even considerably more. My cell phone buzzed and I saw on the caller ID Sookie's number was calling me. I answered the first ring and I heard her voice on the other side of the phone.

"Eric, can you talk?"

Of course I could talk. I actually wanted to be stuck on the phone with Sookie all the time, as long as she was the one talking to me.

"Yes, I can talk. But I must admit I'm happily surprised you've called me so soon, I wasn't expecting it." It was true. The first call from Sookie had left me in shock. After so many days of not knowing anything about her, suddenly she called me.

"I hope it's not a bad time," No! There is NO such thing as a bad time to talk to Sookie.

"I needed to talk to someone and…well…I didn't want to bother you, if you were busy doing something important…"

"No, I'm free." No, I was just shooting photos at one of the most beautiful parks in the city. The pictures I had taken so far were fantastic. But I couldn't stop imagining Sookie posing for me in every one of them.

"I can talk; in fact I was about to take a break."

"Great, the last thing I would have wanted was to interrupt you in the middle of something…you know…" She said with a smile in her voice.

"It's really stupid but…I don't know, I needed to talk to someone, to make me feel better…I think." What happened to her? Why is her voice so sad?

"We can talk about whatever you want. But are you okay?" I was willing to listen to her every word with rabid attention, so I sat down on a park bench with a look of complete happiness on my face.

"You sound…you seem sad."

"I'm not sad… Well, maybe a little, but I'm fine. How's everything? I hope Amelia is not driving you insane." I had noticed the clever change of subject she just made. However I wasn't willing to give up so easily. I was willing to answer any of her questions, but I wanted my own questions answered in return.

"No, everything's fine. Pam is taking care of everything right now, I needed a break."

"Well, don't worry; I hope to come back soon. I need to get things to get back to normal…and Eric…"

"Yes?"

"Your letter…" The moment of truth had finally arrived. This is the moment I had been waiting for. I wasn't sure if she had read my letter or not, but now I was about to find out.

"…it made me think and realize some things. I had behaved so badly with you at that time… I was so confused and…well…I want you to know that I'm sorry." At least we were talking like civilized people now; which was a huge step forward for us.

"I'm not sure what to say exactly. I was a bit lost and confused at that time. I thought that if I wrote a letter to you, that I would be able to better express myself. I hope it at least helped."

"It has helped me so much. I've read it a few times, although I admit it was with shame. But there is something in the letter that I disagree with…" What? I remembered every word of that letter and I didn't know what she meant. What didn't she agree with?

"It wasn't a mistake."

I couldn't believe Sookie Stackhouse was actually admitting that our first sexual encounter wasn't half as bad as she lead me to believe. I was happy, extremely happy. I wanted to scream and jump up and down. But if I did so the people around me would think I was crazy.

"You really believe that?" I asked honesty waiting for her response. Sookie had already assured me once. But I needed to hear it from her lips again.

"No, it wasn't a mistake. In fact, I enjoyed it…a lot…it was…was the most amazing sex of my life. It seemed you knew exactly what I wanted and needed. It felt like you knew me so well, that it was like we had done it a million times before…I don't know…it is something I don't really understand." Really? That was the same thing I had thought. It seemed Sookie and I was meant to be together. We were quite compatible, well, at least sexually speaking. But I had a hunch that wasn't the only aspect about us that would work well together.

"I want you come back…I need you come back because…because I'm going crazy without you. I can't think and I can't sleep since you have left. I know you left because of me, but you shouldn't feel guilty 'cause I…"

"You did nothing wrong. You didn't force me to anything, Eric. I knew what I was doing and what was happening. Maybe it wasn't the best timing for us, but I don't regret it…"

Our talk lasted longer than I expected, but I didn't mind it at all. I was listening to every word she was saying and enjoyed every laugh she made, at some of the news going on around Los Angeles. I began to feel really close to Sookie, as if all the bad things fade away from around us, when I spoke to her.

"Well, I think we have been talking for hours…I should hang up now." I didn't want her to go. Talking to her turned the worst of all moments, into the best day ever. I didn't know many people capable of doing such a thing. Sookie was special. Matter of fact, she is way too good for me. But my selfish side wasn't willing to let myself admit it and let her go.

"You really have to go?" I asked innocently, even though I knew her answer in advance. "Because I still have plenty of battery life left and it is still day time. I wouldn't mind sitting here talking to you, all night."

"I won't let you sleep on a park bench just to keep talking to me. It would be unfair of me."

Who cared about what was fair, when my life finally made sense again?

"I am also really tired. I think I'll go to bed early. We can talk tomorrow if you want."

Of course I wanted to talk to her tomorrow. But would I even be able to sleep? My dreams would surely be filled with fantasies of Sookie and I'd wake up feeling even more tired, then before I went to sleep.

"Sure, I'll call you. I don't want your cell phone bill to grow larger, than your cell phone number." Sookie laughed at my comment. "Good night, Sookie."

"Good night, Eric."

This woman was like an addictive drug to me that had me completely hooked. I wanted to rely upon this Sookie drug, for the rest of my life.

My night was as I expected, full of dreams about Sookie. I was hugging her, kissing her, caressing her and making love to her in my bed… On the couch, in the shower and I guess anywhere else I could imagine.

I was starting to feel obsessed with her and I was unable to get her out of my head. This would normally scare me, but I loved the feeling of having her always on my mind.

Sookie POV

For the first time since I had returned to Bon Temps I felt right. The talk I had with Eric last night turned out to be absolutely awesome. We'd talked again in the morning, but things improved between us even more during the second call. I think we both realized that we were both scared of what happened between us, that day at my house. That and we have a real problem with facing reality. The truth was I expected him to call me after his letter. But then I figured out that he wouldn't call, he left the ball in my court, for me to decide if I was interested. Even more so, after the mean, heartless comments I said to him that day. It was my turn to contact him. So it had to be me who took the next step. So I did and called him.

It was a brand new day and a beautiful morning. The sun was shining, the birds were singing merrily and I couldn't help smiling at it all. I had spent the night dreaming about Eric, making love to him in every possible way, from sweet and tender too hard and frantic. We practiced all different kinds of positions that a good girl like me, would never talk about. I secretly hoped someday those fantasies turned into reality. I needed Eric Northman, just as I needed air to breathe and I don't know when exactly that happened.

Suddenly I heard a familiar sound, my cell phone was buzzing on the nightstand. I had just woken up and was still feeling a little groggy. Somehow I managed to extend my arm far enough to reach for the phone. I checked the caller ID and saw the call was from Eric. He said yesterday he would call me the today and he has kept his word. I am very happy he called, almost over the moon about it, but frankly I didn't expect it to be so early in the morning.

"Good morning. I hope I did not wake you up." I knew he would love to know, I was still lying in bed in a pre-coffee state.

"Good morning, to you too. You didn't wake me up; I was already up, smart guy."

"Too bad…I expected you to answer by yelling at me and then trying to send me to hell or something. You know, a greeting in the true Sookie Stackhouse style." I could hear his laughter in the background. He sounded really disappointed, but it was still very funny.

"I'm not so rude." I hated to admit, but I had been that rude to Eric at other times. Like the first time we argued, I tried to slap him and he kissed me. Then there's the time when I tried to hit him in his pretty face with the door and we ended up fucking like teenagers. So maybe he had reasons for wanting to see me angry.

"I believe you're trying to provoke me, but it won't work."

"Maybe, if I knew where you are it would easier for me to provoke you, since we would be able to argue in person. I love the way you blush when you're angry, it's very cute." What? How? When did he notice? I always tried really hard to hide it in front of him. But somehow he still knew. Damn it!

"I do not blush! It was a hot day."

"Well…don't forget that I've seen you blush on every last square inch, of that beautiful body of yours, Sookie…" The way he just pronounced my name, made me blush all over again. I wanted to avoid blushing, since I was pretty sure he could even tell, if I was blushing over the phone.

"You should be more polite when you talk to me, Mr. Northman. Do not forget I'm a sweet, innocent Southern girl." I was trying to play the innocent girl and I had the feeling that Eric would love it.

He bit the bait, of course. "Excuse my manners, Miss, I forgot who I was talking with. I hope you forgive my boldness, please…"

"I'll think about it." I didn't need to think about it at all. "Eric…can you keep a secret?"

"No."

I laughed. Sometimes Eric's sincerity and bluntness could be really funny and I couldn't help it. "Then I won't tell you."

"Come on…I can make an effort…"

"Okay. Do you…do you remember that day, when you were talking to Shannon in the parking lot?" For some reason, remembering that moment in my mind, made me feel nauseous. That woman was despicable and she wanted my Eric. My Eric? It sounded weird to me, but still I liked it, a lot.

"Yeah, how could I forget? If looks could kill, you would have killed me dead, at that moment with your eyes. But why spoil our interesting conversation with the likes of Shannon Tale?" Although I hate to admit it, Eric was right. Why were we talking about this again?

"Because…you know…that day I felt betrayed…" When I got no response from Eric, I knew he was leaving me to speak without interruption.

"Seeing her touching you was like…well…it was as if someone ripped my heart out from my chest. I wanted to kill her, just because she touched you…I believe, I had a fit of jealousy. I'd never felt so upset in my entire life. I have never experienced such powerful jealousy before, but I just couldn't seem to help it."

"Is that why you left running?" Heasked already knowing he was right.

"Yes. What did you want me to do? If I had stayed…no, it wouldn't have been a good idea. But from that day forward, I knew there was something more between us. I knew it; because it made me realized that…well…you didn't try to flirt with her or anyone else. Amelia said you were crazy for me, but I thought she was just poking fun at me and teasing. But I'm beginning to think she was right."

But there was no response from Eric on the line. Maybe my speech had been a little too much for him? Why? Why did I have to open my big mouth? If I had left the Shannon issue alone, we would now be talking about something more pleasant. I couldn't believe it…I guess, I had ruined everything.

"Eric? Are you still there?"

"Yes, I was thinking about what you just said." But said nothing else and my heart began to beat out of my chest. I felt my breathing pick up and I was almost hyperventilating. I wanted to kick myself and bang my head against the nearest wall, if I could actually achieve something by doing so.

"I'm so sorry, it made you feel so badly about me. Shannon had stopped me on the way to my car and asked to speak to me. I should have known what she was up to something and stopped her, before she started. I should not have agreed to hear what she had to say and instead told her to speak with my lawyer. If I had it she wouldn't have gotten close enough to touch me and upset you. But…I don't know. I was feeling confused with everything that was happening between us. Then add all Shannon's shit on top of that that…I guess, I wasn't thinking clearly. But I want to assure you, it was never my intention to hurt you; I didn't even know you were there, until it was too late. I wanted to try talk to you, but you left before I had the chance." It was true. I knew Eric had tried to follow me, but I ran off and hid myself. I ran off not because I was afraid to face the situation. It was because, I felt so stupid and embarrassed that the last thing I needed at that time, was to talk to Eric. I wouldn't have handled it well and said something I would have regretted.

"I swear to you, that nothing happened between us. Since I have met you, I have not been with any other woman, but you."

Could it really be true? Did Eric Northman, womanizer extraordinaire, seem to have fallen and surrendered to the mere presence of Sookie Stackhouse? It seemed the dumbest thing I had ever heard in my life, but it was what Eric was saying to me.

"No…no need to explain anything, I understand. But that woman…I don't like her. She's a bad apple and…and I don't know why I'm talking about this. Hey, I believe I'll get out of bed and…"

"I knew it!" I couldn't help jumping a little at his exclamation. "I knew you were sleeping! You thought you had me fooled! But I'm smarter than you believed…"

I couldn't avoid laughing when I heard his words. "Yes, I was in bed, but I was just lying there awake. So you are not as smart…"

After talking for a while, we say goodbyes. I finally got out of bed, brushed my teeth and took a shower. I made the water as hot as I could stand, without burning myself into flames. Although the water was hot, I really needed to feel the water running down my back, to relax. It was one of the most rewarding things for me.

I have to admit, that every time I talked to Eric, I felt much better about things. But apparently my good feelings and thoughts were not meant to last.

When I came down stairs for the morning, I found my brother with his head buried in the fridge as usual. He was acting as if the argument we had, never happened. I truly hate him when he behaves like a brat. Gran may have allowed him to get away with it, but I will not. She always thought Jason was just going through a stage of doing bad things and making bad choices, but would grow out of it. She always thought beneath it all he was a still a good guy. But things were different with me. I would not turn a blind eye to his behaviour. Jason has been behaving like a real idiot, the past few years and it is even worse now.

"Jason, what the hell are you doing here?" My voice was cold and hard. I knew my Gran would be upset with me, but I couldn't care about it right now. Jason was clearly out of line this time. Plus I was sick and tired of him treating me this way.

"Why are you here and stealing my food?"

"C'mon sis, we're family and you know I'm always hungry. I was in the area and…"

"You were in the area? Do I have to remind you that I'm angry with you and we fought yesterday in this very same room? That you blame me for everything, like you always do and then you left. So I'll ask you again, what the hell are you doing here standing in my kitchen, eating my food?" I know I should have felt like the worst person in the world, for the way I just spoke to my last living relative. But Jason has always been able to push my buttons like no one else. I really don't know how he does it, but he was definitely an expert.

"You're still mad?" Did he seriously just ask me that? Of course I was still mad at him! But I was truly more mad at myself, for allowing him to make me feel this way.

"Yes, I am!" Jason rolled his eyes as if I were exaggerating and went back to digging in my fridge.

"You don't understand, do you? You have always believed when you go to bed for the night, that anything bad you have done during the day, just magically disappears. But it's not true! You can not show up here acting as if we never fought! Because after last night, the last thing I want right now, is to see you! You have no idea how incredibly pissed off I am. I cannot believe you have the audacity, to stand in my kitchen, eating my food, acting as if everything is normal and as right as rain between us. When I haven't even had enough time to process the fight we had."

"You're exaggerating Sook. We fought, so what? It's not the end of the world or anything. Siblings fight all the time, it's not important." He was really serious and I couldn't believe it. I just could not fathom his behaviour.

"Yes, siblings fight. Jason, but you blame me for everything that is wrong in your life. You know, I really don't care that you hate your job or that your only interests in life are sex, followed by football and beer. It's your fault; you decided to stay in Bon Temps, not mine. Gran would be proud of me, for making all my dreams come true. She would be excited that I was seeing other places, working in another city and doing whatever I want to do with my life." I couldn't stop my mouth. He had opened Pandora's Box and there was no turning back.

"You blame me for living the life, you really wanted to live. It was always your dream to move away from Bon Temps and become a famous football player. But instead you gave up…and I there's nothing I can about it."

"You don't know ANYTHING about me! Do you understand?" Great, that was his best defence? For Jason, his norm was speaking loud and hit everything around him.

"Why the hell have you come back? Why are you doing this to me? You know, you should have stayed in your wonderful city. I didn't even need a fucking phone call from you."

"Why are you still acting like a child? That's the most frustrating thing out of everything! You don't even bother trying to be happy for me, like a good brother should. Because I assure you, if the shoe was on the other foot, I would be happy for you." I couldn't help but think that Jason would never understand me or truly care about me and what I was doing with my life. It truly hurt me, deeply, to know it.

"I believe you should go."

"Yeah, I think it's a wonderful idea."

"I mean…I don't want you coming back here, Jason. Well at least not for the rest of the time I'm in Bon Temps. I don't want to see you again, since seeing each other is no longer healthy for either one of us. Even though it hurts me to admit it, we will never understand each other. We are just too different and we'll just end up arguing about everything again." I felt as if I was being really mean to him, but I knew deep down that this was for the best.

"I don't plan to stay much longer, maybe about three or four days, but possibly more. Sam can let you know when I have left town. I think it is for the best not to see you again, since we only cause each other pain."

"Okay." Jason stopped in the middle of the kitchen, trying to think of something more to say. But he kept his mouth shut.

"I'm sorry things have to be this way, but it's the better for us both."

"If you think so…" He turned to leave. "But I want you to know I've never blamed you."

This was the natural and normal response from Jason. He always gives you a reason to explain everything, although it doesn't usually make any sense. Every time I see him, I hated his visits more and more. He always finds ways to make me feel guilty, even when I had no reason to be. But somehow he always manages to succeed at it.

I was beginning to miss Los Angeles, more and more by the day. I miss living with Amelia, living a life free of nonstop arguments with my brother and surprise visits from my cheating ex's. Plus more than anything, I miss Eric. It is both weird and amazing at the same time, to miss a person you've spoken with more over the phone, than you had in person? I would have thought it was weird before, but not so much anymore. My conversations with Eric had become the best part my day, afternoon or night. Even though Jason had made a huge effort to turn my morning into hell, he didn't succeed.

I was unwilling to let Jason ruin the rest of my days in Bon Temps. There were too many things to do and too many people I wanted to catch up with. So I felt I was wasting my time with Jason. How is it possible that someone so close to you, is capable of hurting you the most? My brother and I had never been as close other brothers and sisters I knew. Even losing our parents as kids, was not enough to bring us closer together. But at least back then, we were able to live under the same roof, without fighting all the time. Now that was proving to be impossible mission, just to be in the same room as him for 15 minutes. My Gran would be so mad and disappointed in us if she could see us now.

But at least I had made things really clear to Jason this time. I would not tolerate any more fights or arguments from him. I preferred to spend my last days here, in peace, enjoying the place where I grew up.

Knock. Knock. It really was too early for visitors. But here in Bon Temps, it was not all that surprising to receive morning visitors. Especially since right now, I was the town attraction. Everyone in Bon Temps who knew my Gran, knows of her 'my door is always open' policy. So people have been dropping by without calling first for years.

"Where is he? Where's that son of a bitch brother of yours?" Tara was obviously pissed at Jason. She walked straight through the door in a flash and she was looking around all over the living room. The news in this town always ran at full speed. I knew it was just a matter of time, before everyone would know what had happened between me and Jason.

"Sookie, what did he say to you?"

"It's okay, Tara. I've already taken care of it, don't worry." Tara has been completely in love with Jason since we were kids. But she never allowed him to get away with treating me badly.

"He's been here, but he already left."

"How can he be so stupid?" The same question has been floating in my head for years. Everyone in Bon Temps knew Jason Stackhouse's habits and often wondered why my Gran had allowed him to get away with things for so long.

"I guess he can't help it. But I spoke to him this morning and told him I think it would be for the best, if he stayed away from Gran's house, until I've left town. I don't want any more problems or arguments with Jason. God knows he'll start one if I see him."

"So, how will this work? Every time you come back to Bon Temps, you just won't see him or talk to him? That's insane." I knew Tara was right. But it was what I needed and it felt like the right thing to do. Being around Jason hurt me and I didn't want to feel that way anymore. Who knows, maybe this would make him grow up or at least learn to act right around me. A girl could always hope right?

"I don't know, at least for now. How did you find out about it anyway?"

"Well, we're talking about Jason here. I knew he would behave like an idiot, he always does. Plus Sam clued me into some things, too. He told me about how you went to see him after your huge fight with Jason yesterday and about the horrible things he said to you." That was true. There were no secrets between Sam and me. However, I was grateful he had not said anything about Eric and our weird relationship.

"Yeah, I guess you already know everything. Look, I just want to forget about fighting with Jason. I'll leave in a few days and things will…return to normal or so I hope. I don't want to make Jason feel uncomfortable, so…"

"Shit, I knew you being home would not last. We've all missed you and I'm glad you're back. But I guess you have to go back. You know, I've been thinking about going to the big city for a visit…I really want to see Amelia and her great new career in fashion…" We both laughed recalling our old times together. Then I told her about the life we had in L.A. Tara seemed delighted and increasingly animated about the idea of visiting.

"Sook, don't let Jason ruin the time you have left here. We all know how he is but…well, you know what I mean." I nodded to let her know that I knew perfectly well what she was talking about. "He's an asshole but…deep down he's a good boy."

Was he? I was beginning to have real doubts about that. Gran had always been more concerned with Jason than me. Even with him being older, since he was always getting into trouble and causing problems. However if she had seen Jason as a good boy, then maybe I could make the effort to try.

"I know… Hey, I hope to see you before I go, you know how much I like to say goodbye in person." It was difficult to say good bye to everyone before I leave. I had many so friends in Bon Temps I would want to say good bye too. But I felt like I needed to at least see each of them, one last time before returning to L.A.

"I'll make it, I won't allow you to leave town without saying goodbye. Hey, I could even convince Sam to have a HUGE party…"

"No…Tara…you know, it's not necessary…" But I knew it was a losing battle. If Tara wanted to throw a party, she'd do it and there be not stopping her. She would get Sam and Lafayette to agree and then she would rope everyone else in town to help out, without even thinking about it.

With a big hug we said our good-byes. Tara always made me feel much better about things and I knew I would miss her.

Eric POV

Although it was blatantly obvious to me, that things between Sookie and I were advancing for the better. But I could not keep myself from thinking that it was crazy; to feel so desperately attracted to someone that I barely knew.

Talking to her on the phone had become a habit I enjoyed. But it still worried me that she didn't trust me enough, to tell me where she was. She said she needed to be alone and think. She could be anywhere.

Hour by hour, day by day, I walked through the long corridors of my own studio, while trying to dodge the lustful eyes of the Woman there. That is until I finally realized something. Suddenly all those women who had been part of my life, whether it was just a fuck or someone I had a drink with,… they were now completely irrelevant to me, especially compared to my Sookie.

My Sookie? When had I stopped being a man and turned into a teenager girl in love? Just fucking great.

Now I spend my time photographing annoying models, that wouldn't stop undressing me with their eyes, even when I completely ignored them. Instead, I was more interested in paying close attention to my cell phone, waiting for the next text message or a call from Sookie. I think people began to realize that something was going on with me, even though I tried to hide it. I tried to pretend that all was fine with me, when I was actually…in love?

Then during one of my breaks, I heard a conversation that changed everything for me.

"I'm telling you, it's not normal. I'm worried about her and I've tried to call her a few times, but she didn't answer her phone." It was Amelia's voice and she seemed terrified, but why? And who is she talking to?

"I don't know what else to do."

Then I could see who she was talking to. Pam? What did Pam have to do with this? How long have they been friends? Because I never knew or even noticed they were friends before. I thought they were just fuck buddies.

"I think you need to calm down." I couldn't understand what was going on. Why Pam was so worried? I never heard that tone in her voice before and I began to get really worried. "If Sookie wants time to be alone, she has right to be. It's not that important."

Sookie? What was up with Sookie? What are they talking about? I had spoken to her less than three hours ago and everything seemed to be fine. Why were they so worried about her?

"Sookie is my best friend; we've always taken care of each other. If I can't talk to her…I don't know…maybe something bad happened and I…and I…I would die if Sookie…" She began to cry. Amelia always appeared to be one of those people who were permanently happy. It put me off to see her looking as completely lost, like the world was ending.

"Hey, if you're so worried…maybe you should go check on her." Pam said while she held Amelia's hand in comfort.

"I can get you a plane ticket in a couple of hours…"

A plane ticket? To where? I had to know. I would run towards the first airport in the city and go to her.

"No, I will try to call her again. If she knew I was so worried, she would kill me. Sookie wants to be alone, I believe she needs it."

"Okay, but do you really believe she will be able to think in a place like Bon Temps? Anyway…is a poky old town." Amelia laughed at the comment.

"If Sookie hears you talk about Bon Temps that way, she'd slap you silly. You really don't know how strong that girl is." They both laughed cheerfully.

Bon Temps? I finally know where she was! After countless conversations with Sookie, practically begging her to tell me where she is. Not to mention the hours I spent, trying to figure it out on my own. Now I finally know. Bon Temps, I had to go there, knock on her door and…and what?

What if Sookie was furious at me for finding her and coming all the way to Bon temps? Instead of just leaving her alone, like she asked? Maybe she'd be so pissed at me, that she would never talk to me again? Then all that we had gone through and progress we have made would be for nothing.

"I'm afraid of her being all alone in that big house. It is on the outskirts of town and there are not many neighbours around. She used to live there with her Gran when she was alive and then we lived there together for a while. But Sookie has never lived there alone. I don't like it."

I was definitely going to Bon Temps.

I didn't care anymore if Pam or Amelia discovered, what I was up to. I couldn't give a fuck. I was going to Bon Temps; I'd knock on her door and would face the consequences, whatever they may be.

And with that determination, I bought a ticket for the next flight to Shreveport.

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