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FYI ...I changed the date of Edwards birthday, so it will not be in June like it was in the book.
Chapter 28
EPOV
Things were good. No, they were better than good; my life was perfect. Bella was amazing. I loved that girl more than I ever thought possible. We had finally told everyone about the pre-engagement as we were calling it. My parents were beyond shocked, but overall, they seemed happy. Our friends looked at me like I was crazy, but they eventually got over it. Bella, of course, couldn't wear the ring around her father, but when we were at school, or if she was out and about without him, she wore it proudly. When she was home, or if he was around, she wore it around a chain necklace that she kept hidden under her shirt.
School was, well, school. But it was the beginning of March, so we only had two more months of that shit, then we were out for the summer. Oh, the plans I had for the summer. Sleeping until at least noon every single day, wasting days playing my X-box with my boys, spending every chance I got with my girl. Oh yes, this summer was going to rock.
To make things even better, my birthday was coming up. I do love my birthday. I mean, who wouldn't love a day that was totally centered around you and you alone? Everyone had to be nice to you, you got presents, showered with attention, and there was cake. Anything involving cake had to be a good thing.
Emmett had tried to convince me to go to Seattle and go clubbing for my birthday. He said we could all get fake ID's, that he knew a guy who knew a guy who had heard of a guy who could hook us up. I told him this was a bad idea because no one would be sober enough to drive home that night if we did. He had anticipated this response and said he already checked into hotels and we could just rent a few rooms for the night. This idea, appealing as it was, just wouldn't work. I knew there was no way Bella would be able to get away for the entire night, and even if she could, she would never go along with getting a fake ID and going to clubs to drink illegally. I could have just made it a guys' weekend, but I really wanted to celebrate my birthday with Bella. She was so important to me, and I just couldn't imagine not celebrating the day with her.
I told Emm it was a no-go and had to listen to him grumble for days about how I was losing my edge. I finally agreed to let Alice throw me a party. It had been a while since I had been to a party. Not that I was complaining, because I liked the new and improved life I was living, but still, I did miss hanging out with my friends on a regular basis.
I told Alice to keep it simple, close friends only. I didn't want Bella feeling awkward in any way if Jessica and her slew of skanks decided to show up. Alice agreed to do it at our house in the game room downstairs and to keep to a minimum of twenty-five people. Still enough to have a good time, but not so many people that it would get out of control.
Alice had decided to throw the party on the Saturday of my birthday. She constructed an elaborate plan a.k.a. "a lie" for Bella and Jasper to tell Charlie. She filled my mom and dad in on the plan, since it involved Jasper telling Charlie that the youth group was having a recruiting night. They were telling him that we were meeting at our house then splitting into groups to go out in the community to invite more youth to attend our group. After a few hours of "visitation" as they called it, then we would all meet back at my house for snacks and to go over the new prospects for the youth group.
My mom and dad were not thrilled about the use of the youth group in the lie, but after Alice explained there just was no other way that Bella and Jasper would be allowed over, and how important it was for me to have Bella there, they were a bit more understanding. I swear Alice was the most convincing person I knew.
They still didn't like it, and said they would in no way lie for us, but they wouldn't out us either. We had to just go on a wing and a prayer that the Rev wouldn't ask them anything about the recruiting night.
Bella was a nervous wreck about lying to her father. I felt bad for asking her to do it, but in the end, my selfish side won out. I wanted my girlfriend at my birthday party, damn it!
Bella let Jasper do all the talking to Charlie. She said she was a horrible liar and he would have seen right through her. She did stay by Jasper's side as he explained things to Charlie, for moral support she said. Whatever they did, it worked. Charlie agreed to let them go. He didn't usually give them too much grief about things pertaining to church. I was once again so grateful that Bella had Jasper in her life. I can't imagine how much harder things would be for her if he wasn't there.
I was anxious the entire week. Saturday couldn't get here quick enough for me. Of course, like all good things, once it did arrive, it was over way too quickly.
The day started off like all my normal Saturdays. I slept in until around eleven-thirty. I would have slept longer had not my mom and Alice busted in my room singing "Happy Birthday" at the top of their voices. This was followed by Alice bouncing on my bed, insisting I get up and not waste the day away.
I rolled my eyes and grumbled, but truthfully, I was excited to start the day. After I showered and dressed, I went downstairs and was met with a mouth-watering aroma. Making my way into the kitchen, I saw that my mother had made all my favorites for breakfast. Have I mentioned how much I loved my birthday? Once I finished my pancakes complete with a whipped cream smiley face—guess I will always be six years old in my mother's eyes—and my ham and cheese omelet with a side of cream cheese stuffed French toast, I was overly stuffed and satisfied.
I sat around the table talking with my family for a while, enjoying their company and trying hard not to let my impatience show. Truth was, I was getting quite antsy for my birthday gift. I had dropped several hints about what I wanted. Okay, so maybe it was a little more than hints. Maybe, just maybe, I had been cutting pictures out of magazines for months and taping them to my father's bathroom mirror, and I had possibly been sending daily e-mails to him on the specifics of different makes and models.
Whatever they had decided to get me, they were being tight-lipped about it. They hadn't mentioned one word about any of my subtle hints. I hadn't seen one sign or heard any discreet whispers about what they had in store for my birthday gift. But a guy could still hope.
Finally, after about thirty more minutes of family togetherness, my father started chuckling. I gave him a look that let him know I thought he was going senile.
He turned to my mother and with a big grin on his face he told her. "Come on, sweetheart, we can't torture him anymore. If he runs his hand through his hair one more time, we will have to return his gift and get him a lifetime supply of toupees."
My mother chuckled but agreed. "As much fun as this is, I agree his hair is too pretty to fall out early."
My father stood and slapped my back. "Come on, son. Come get your present."
He didn't have to tell me twice. I was beside the door putting my shoes on before anyone else had moved. I waited for a minute but no one met me at the door. Too impatient to wait any longer, I opened the door and looked out into the driveway. Nothing new there. Still not letting the disappointment set in—I mean they could be taking me to the dealership so I can pick it out myself—I shut the door and waited a few more minutes but no one came to meet me.
I finally couldn't wait anymore and I went looking for my family. I found them in the living room sitting on the couch chatting. In front of them sitting on the coffee table were a few wrapped boxes and a gift bag with balloons tied to it. Alice was the first one to notice me.
"Edward, where did you go? Come open your presents!"
I tried not to let my disappointment show. I mean, sure, I was grateful for whatever I got. But who am I kidding? I am a whiny spoiled brat and I wanted my motorcycle. I had wanted one since I was five. I had begged and pleaded with my parents when I got my permit at fifteen to let me get one. Of course, they told me not just no, but Hell No. When I turned sixteen and they took me car shopping, I bargained with them, telling them I would pay for half of it if they would just let me have a motorcycle. Again the answer Hell No.
I had pouted and complained until they threatened to not even buy me the car. I quickly got my act together , because, let's face it, a man needs some wheels, especially at sixteen. You definitely don't want to be that guy rollin' out in his mother's ride. But still even with the new car, which I loved by the way, my heart had been set on the motorcycle and there was no way to hide that.
My father, being a reasonable man, had told me if I showed huge amounts of maturity and treated my car with care and responsibility, then for my eighteenth birthday, they would get me a motorcycle. I vowed to show him how mature I was and that I was ready for a motorcycle.
But then, two weeks after I got my car I got pulled over for speeding... 85 in a 55. Three months after I had the car, I got a ticket and court date for speed racing down the main street in town, at three in the morning. Seven months after I got the car, I rear-ended an old lady at a stop light because I was looking at the girl with the big boobs on the sidewalk. They fixed it up, but then a couple months later, it had to be towed because I thought it would be cool to do doughnuts in the ocean at First Beach. Yeah, it got stuck. What did you think was going to happen? There were several other small instances that I had not showed the best judgment in regarding my car, and honestly, there probably would have been more except my parents took the car from me for a few weeks every time I got in trouble.
But lately, at least the last few months, I hadn't done anything crazy, and I had hoped that would warrant their trust so they would buy me a motorcycle. But apparently not.
Trying my hardest to look excited about my gifts, I made my way to the coffee table, mumbling to Alice as I did, "I had to use the bathroom."
I opened my gifts and thanked them for my new clothes, game, and Fossil watch. I really did like everything. It just wasn't what I really wanted.
After I got done hugging my mother, she stood and walked toward the coat closet.
"Oh honey, I thought we would all go out and have a family outing. I was thinking a movie in Port Angeles, and then an early dinner, so you will be back in plenty of time for the party."
"Sure, just let me go grab my cell." I shrugged my shoulders. It's not like I had anything else to do.
"I'll meet you outside."
"Okay, son," my father said, walking toward the door. "I'll pull the car out of the garage. Just meet us out front."
I jogged up the stairs to grab my cell. I quickly checked my messages and saw that I had received several text messages, including one from Bella wishing me a happy birthday. I sent her a quick reply and headed back down the stairs and outside. Sure enough, sitting in the driveway in front of the door was my father's car. I got in the back seat and continued checking my text messages when my mother spoke.
"Oh Carlisle, you forgot to shut the garage door."
I was only half paying attention, but I could hear in my dad's voice he didn't want to get back out of the car.
"I am sure it will be fine until we get back, Esme. It's not like our town is crawling with thieves and burglars."
"Still, sweetheart…" my mother wasn't dropping it. "It is unsafe to leave the door open. You never know what could happen and we will be away for a few hours."
"I got, I got it." I said opening my door to get out of the car. I really was not interested in listening to them debate this for an hour, knowing my mom would win in the end anyway. So I would shut the damn door myself, even if it was my birthday.
I walked up to the garage grumbling to myself and as soon as I looked up I saw it. I fucking saw IT.
There, in all its shiny blue, white and chrome wonder, sat a Suzuki GSX-R600. I was speechless. I had no words, only the drool that was currently running down my chin.
"Well?" I heard my father say behind me. "What do you think?"
I still had no words. All I could do was hug him. Like really hug him. The very un-manly kind of hug, full arms around him, squeeze tightly, and hang on for way longer than acceptable.
After the way-too-long hug, I finally released him.
"Oh my god, Dad! I cannot believe you bought me a Gixxer! Thank you, so fucking much. Wow! I love it! I seriously fucking love it. Thank you!"
Yeah, I sounded like a little kid getting a pony, but I couldn't care less. I got the bike I had been wanting for years.
"Well, are you going to at least sit on it?" My mom asked breaking me out of my gawking at my new beautiful bike.
I didn't waste another second. I went over to the bike and inspected every single inch, caressing it gently so we could get acquainted. Only after I felt that we had bonded did I let myself sit on her. The excitement and adrenaline I felt running through my system felt unreal. I can't imagine what it will be like once I finally turn her on.
I sat proudly on my new bike while my mom took several pictures. Alice handed me a bad-ass helmet that matched my bike and told me happy birthday.
I had to listen to a fifteen minute lecture from my father about safety while riding. Only after I promised, then swore on my life that I would never ride without a helmet, and that I would always drive carefully and not try to do any stunts... yadda yadda yadda… only then did he give me the key.
"So can I follow you to Port Angeles?" I asked hopefully. "Because I really want to drive her."
As to why my bike was a "her" and not a "him"… well, I'm not gay. I was going to be riding her after all. Riding her hard.
"No, silly." Alice answered with an eye roll. "We are not really going. I have to set up for the party. Do you really think I would go out lolly-gagging all day, knowing I have a party to throw tonight?"
"Besides, we knew you would want to go show off to all your friends," my dad added. "But Edward, please be careful. I had to do a lot of convincing to get your mother to agree to this. If anything ever happens to you on that bike, your mother will never forgive me."
"No problem." I agreed quickly.
"One more thing…" he said, all serious. I get the concerned father thing, but this was getting ridiculous. "We want you to only drive around town for now, until you get familiar with the bike and how it handles. I don't want you going out of town and having to deal with the traffic on the freeway, and all that. For a while, just stay around home."
I agreed once again to his rules, and then I started it up. The purr of the engine excited me probably way more than it should have. I drove all over town for a while, just enjoying the freedom and the feel of the wind against my skin.
I did eventually make my rounds to all my boys' houses, showing off my new ride. Jake had an older bike and we planned a ride together for next week. Emmett was super-jealous and begged me to let him drive it. I repeated my father's words from years earlier… not just no, but "Hell No."
After I got done making my rounds, I headed home to have dinner with my family and get ready for my party. The party was scheduled to start at eight. That was early, in party terms, but Bella had a curfew so we had to start early so she could be there to enjoy it.
As soon as she arrived, I drug her out to the garage to show her my new wheels. She didn't seem overly impressed and was concerned about my safety. I promised her, just like my father, that I would always wear my helmet and drive carefully. After some time, I convinced her to ride with me. I borrowed Jake's helmet and let her use my new one. She is the only person that would be allowed to touch it. Granted, we only drove up and down the driveway and around the house, but it was nice having her that close to me with her arms wrapped tightly around me.
Once we made it back inside, the party was in full swing. The music was pumping and everyone seemed to be having a good time. Emmett convinced me to play a few rounds on beer pong and I was happy to see I still had my touch.
Bell played one game against me and gagged when she had to drink the beer. She begged me not to make her do it again. I got her a Smirnoff and let her sip on that instead, because I'm a nice guy and all.
I was monitoring my alcohol intake because I knew Bella wouldn't drink a lot, and I didn't want to make her feel out of place. She finally told me it was my birthday and I should enjoy myself, that she really didn't mind. And so I did let loose a little taking a few shots with my boys. Bella even let me do a body shot off her during the body shot contest.
Hottest. Thing. Ever.
Alice got a picture of it on Bella's camera and I demanded a copy of it. I planned to blow it up and cover my walls with several copies of that picture. Nothing better than homemade wall paper.
As the night wore on, Alice decided it was time for me to open my gifts. I got several bottles of cologne, some bottles of liquor and a few other things.
"I saved the best for last." Emmett's booming voice could be heard from across the room.
He walked over and handed me a plastic bag that was taped up. I quirked an eyebrow at him.
"What, man? That's all the wrapping I'm doing for you. Think about it. How gay would that look, if I wrapped your present?" he said, defending himself.
"True." I agreed. "Thanks for getting me something."
I tore into the bag. I couldn't hold in my laugh as I pulled out a pair of Lucky Charm boxers. On one side of the fly opening, it said "Magically" and on the other side was the word "Delicious".
"Really, Emm, you were worried about how it would look to wrap my gift, but you were not worried about how it would look to get me underwear?"
"Dude, shut the hell up." Emmett said between laughs. "Rose is the one that found them, and with your new nickname I just thought you should have some new undies to match."
Emmett cut his eyes at Rose as he pointed a finger in her direction. "She thought it was a great idea, she just refused to have any part in anything involved below the waist for your birthday present."
Bella grabbed them from me and as soon as she read what the writing said and figured out what went in the middle she doubled over in laughter.
"This is so great Emmett." She told him. "And so true," she said giving me a wink.
The entire room broke out in hoots and hollers.
"Okay, so maybe Bella has had a little too much to drink," Alice said, removing the wine cooler from her hand. "You are now on water from here on out, girlfriend. You have to head home in about an hour, and we don't want Charlie suspecting anything."
"We have one more thing for you," Jake said, then nodded his head at Emmett before turning his attention back to me. "Go sit over there on the couch and give us a few minutes."
Jake and Emm disappeared upstairs, and I made my way to the couch, pulling Bella down on my lap. We were deep in a make-out session when the music stopped. I pulled away from Bella and noticed everyone had gathered near us and were finding comfortable sitting positions.
I looked around confused, trying to find Alice, when I heard Jake call from up the stairs for everyone to quiet down. Things went from deadly silent to and eruption of laughter when Emm and Jake came down the stairs.
Emmett was wearing a pair of khakis and a light blue sweater vest shirt. He had on some god-awful carrot top wig which was sticking up in every direction on the sides. He had one of my favorite baseball hats turned backwards, hiding the top of the horrible hair. He was obviously trying to portray me, but my hair wasn't that color. And I certainly don't dress like that. Asshole.
But he wasn't the funny one. No, that would be Jake who was obviously made up to look like Bella. He had on a long brown wig and was in an actual dress. Only this wasn't any dress; it had to be someone's great-great-grandmother's. It was blue with tiny white flowers on it, and long, came all the way down to his ankles. Long sleeves with some kind of thick looking lace on the cuffs. Even his neck was covered in some turtle neck looking thing that was attached to the dress. How in the hell they ever found a dress to fit him I will never know, but that was the funniest thing I have ever seen in my life.
Emmett walked around the room with a little swagger, looking like a wanna-be '90s rapper. I definitely don't walk like that. Jake followed after him swishing his hips and constantly flinging his hair over his shoulder.
Once they made it back to the front of the room and the laughter died down, someone started some music. I laughed even harder recognizing the tune as Jake an Emm assumed their positions.
Emmett was the first one to sing along with the song, holding his hands up towards Jake like he was pleading his case.
I got a little change in my pocket going jingle-lingle-ling
Want to call you on the telephone baby, I give you a ring.
But each time we talk I get the same old thing,
Always "No huggin', no kissin' until I get a wedding ring."
"My honey, my baby don't put my love upon no shelf…"
Jake then stepped up to his part, wagging his finger in Emmett's face
"Don't give no lines and keep your hands to yourself."
Emmett fell down on his knees in front of Jake tugging lightly on the dress as he sang the next part.
Cruel baby baby baby, why you want to treat me this way?
You know I'm still your lover boy, I still feel the same way.
That's when she told me a story 'bout free milk and a cow,
and she said, "No huggin', no kissin' until I get a wedding vow."
"My honey, my baby don't put my love upon no shelf…"
Jake swatted Emmett's hands away this time, and shook his head as he sang his part. In a girlie voice, I might add.
"Don't hand me no lines and keep your hands to yourself."
Emmett turned to the group and sang to us like he was trying to explain the situation.
You see, I wanted her real bad and I was about to give in.
That's when she started talkin' true love, started talkin' about sin.
Jake came up behind Emmett pointing at his wedding ring finger and holding a Bible I hadn't noticed until now. I don't even want to know where he was hiding that. Emmett kept singing like he hadn't noticed.
I said, "Honey, I'll live with you for the rest of my life."
She said, "No huggin', no kissin' until you make me your wife."
"My honey, my baby, don't put my love on no shelf."
She said, "Don't hand me no lines and keep your hands to yourself."
Everyone including Bella and myself was in hysterics by the time they finished their charade. I have no idea how they did all of that with a straight face, but it was priceless. And although they were making fun of us, I knew it was all in good fun.
The rest of the night went on in much the same way. Everyone laughing and hanging out and having a good time. In the history of birthdays, this was the best ever. I had my girl, my bike, my friends, and my family. What else was there?
I even found out that Alice had made the dress for Jake because they couldn't find one to fit him. No surprise there.A few weeks later, and things were still going smoothly. I was spending as much time with Bella as possible, and when we couldn't be together, I was driving my new bike. That was definitely my second love, after Bella.
When it happened, it was a Thursday afternoon. Bella, Jasper, Alice and I were all standing by Alice's car when Jasper suggested we come over to their house for a while. We didn't go over there to hang out often, because the Rev was always there, but occasionally we would go with the pretense of studying or something.
It was hard, because we all had to stay on our toes and make sure Charlie thought I was there to hang out with Jasper and Alice was only there to hang out with Bella. We didn't get to interact with each other much, but still, it was nice to spend as much time as possible with Bella so I agreed.
Alice and I pulled in the drive way directly behind Jasper and Bella. Alice jumped out of the car and ran to walk up the driveway with Bella. I waited back for Jasper to get his bookbag out of his truck and we trailed a few feet behind them.
As I made it up the steps, I looked up to see that Alice and Bella had stopped and were just standing dead still in the foyer. I stopped myself and looked around them to see a very pissed-off Charlie standing in front of them. His face was beat red with a very menacing look on his face. He was in a very aggressive stance, with his hands clenched into fist beside his body.
His hard eyes never left Bella as he addressed Alice and I. "The kids can't have company today. You two need to head home," he growled.
Alice nor I made and move to leave but Charlie didn't seem to notice.
"Isabella Marie Swan!" he bellowed. "My office, NOW!" He turned to walk the short distance to his office, not looking back, just assuming she was following him.
She quickly glanced back at us with wide eyes, and then took off in the direction of his office. It was clear to me that she was in trouble and that she was afraid. I hated this shit and I wasn't sure what I could do to help her in this situation.
I hesitated slightly then took off in the direction of the Rev's office. I hadn't made much progress, maybe two steps, when Jasper's hands were shoved forcefully into my chest.
"Dude, seriously, don't. Trust me, you will only make it worse."
I didn't want to believe him, but I knew he was right. Besides how much trouble could Bella really be in? The party was weeks ago, and she was every parents' dream. The girl really was as close to perfection as any teenager could possibly be. Why was the Rev so angry with her?
"Do you know what this is about? Has she done anything wrong?" I questioned Jasper hoping he would have some insight.
"I honestly have no idea, but it can't be anything that bad. I mean, come on, this is Bella we are talking about." He reassured me. He turned his attention to Alice. "You two should get going, I'll find out what's going on, smooth things over and give you a call later to let you know what this was all about."
"Okay, sure." Alice agreed but seemed unsure about leaving herself.
Alice and I turned to leave. Just as we were making it to the door, I heard Charlie's voice raise considerably, then there was a hard thud sound like something was thrown against the wall. Bella let out a loud shriek which was immediately followed by a very distinct slapping sound.
I wasted no time turning back around. I had no fucking idea what was going on, but I will not allow Charlie to lay a hand on Bella for any reason.
Jasper was once again holding be back. "Dude, get the fuck out so I can go help her," he spat.
"There is no way in hell I am leaving." I ground out. "Now move out of my way!"
Jasper wasn't budging. He got right in my face.
"I don't have to me for this, Edward, because I need to go help Bella. You can't help. You will only make matter worse, and you know it. So once again, I'm saying 'get the fuck out' so I can fix this."
I didn't want to leave. It went against everything I felt to walk out that door. Only with Alice pulling on me and Jasper shoving me did I even make it out the door. I stood on the porch not willing to move and knew. I just knew I couldn't leave her there. Granted, Charlie was her father, but the look she had in her eyes. She was so afraid. I couldn't do it; I couldn't leave. I didn't know what the laws for this kind of thing were, but I would get her out of there even if I had to throw her over my shoulder and carry her out. We could go to my house. My parents could help us figure this out. Shit, she could move in with me. Just as long as she wasn't here being slapped about. She didn't deserve this.
I went back to rush through the door, but it was locked. The little fucker knew I would come back for her. I immediately ran to the back to try and get in the back door. Because the world is against me, that door was locked too.
I ran back to the front and tried the door once more, for good measure. Of course, it didn't work, so I started beating on the door. I know they heard me, but no one came to the door. Twenty minutes later, it was obvious they were not going to answer the door for me.
Only after Alice persuaded me that they were probably having a family meeting trying to work out the problem did I get in the car with her and leave the love of my life.
I waited and waited, but Bella never called. I tried her cell at least a hundred times, but it went straight to voice mail every time. I tried Jasper several times and even had Alice calling every half hour, but he never answered either.
I didn't sleep a wink that night. I couldn't. All I could think about was how I had failed Bella by leaving her there to deal with whatever it was all by herself.
I got to school before anybody else and I waited patiently, but Bella never showed. School started and I went through the motions of the first two periods not hearing anything that was said.
Finally, after second period, I spotted Jasper at his locker. I didn't stall; I ran right to him.
"Where is Bella? Is she okay? What happened? Where is she?" I asked hoping he could make sense of my rambling.
When Jasper looked up at me, I knew. I could tell by the look in his eyes that things were definitely not alright.
"Dude, I can't tell you much," he said with his voice low so no eavesdroppers could hear us. "That is up to Bella to share, whenever she says so. All I can tell you is she is not here. Things got bad, but I called Maria. She is on her way. She should be here later today, and things should get better."
"Jasper, way too cryptic. What the hell are you talking about? And where the fuck is Bella, if she isn't here?" I asked, loudly, but he just shook his head.
"Tell me what the hell happened!" I demanded, and people started to turn their heads and stare.
"It's not my story to tell, man. But I truly am sorry." He did look sorry, but I wanted answers, and he was bogarting the truth from me.
"This is so fucked up, Jasper. I thought we were friends. You know how much I love Bella, and you won't even tell me what is going on? Dude, that is Fucked Up."
"I agree. This is a fucked-up situation. I wish I could fix it, but this time, not even I could help. I do consider you a friend, and I know how much you care for Bella. I am sure she will tell you about it herself when she is ready. As soon as Maria gets here, I'm sure things will get worked out, but for now, you just have to be patient, Edward."
Jasper turned to walk away. I searched for Alice and as soon as I found her I went through my line of questioning but it seems Jasper had not told her anything either.
I was at a loss. I had no idea what to do, but I knew I had to find Bella and help her.
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