A/N: Stephenie Meyer still owns all things Twilight.

A/N is at the bottom.

Chapter 34: Letting Things Fall Where They May

BPOV

When I woke up this morning, I felt like I hadn't slept in a week. The travel back and forth to Forks had worn me out, I suppose. Carlisle started to kiss my neck, and I sighed. I wanted him, but I was so tired...

He must have sensed my lackluster response, because the next second he was sitting up in the bed, holding my wrist in his hand as he sniffed the skin. If he wasn't a vampire and a doctor, I'd probably find this behavior odd.

Suddenly, he placed one hand on my belly and looked up at me with concern in his eyes.
"Bella, you're not feeling well, are you?" he asked.

"I don't feel sick, just very tired," I replied.

"It's no wonder. Your skin is tinged with yellow and your heart is beating faster than usual. By your own admission you are exhausted, and I can smell the absence of sufficient iron in your blood. Sweetheart, you are rather severely anemic. Did you have enough to drink yesterday?"

"I had two thermoses full, one at breakfast and one after dinner."

"Elly!" He called at the same volume that he was using to speak to me, knowing that Eleazar would be able to hear him. Carlisle mumbled something under his breath, then turned back toward me. "Eleazar is running into the woods to get you a snack. Emmett and Jasper will run farther out and bring you back a carnivore – bear or lion, whichever they are able to find. We must increase the amount of blood you are taking in, sweethert. The twins need more than what we're giving them, it seems, so they are taking it from your own blood supply. I'm sorry, sweetheart, I should have noticed earlier in the night and taken care of you before it got so bad."

Carlisle took me into his arms, holding me against his chest, and I let my head fall down to rest nuzzled in his neck. I felt myself slipping toward sleep once again as I breathed in his sweet scent.

"You smell like Christmas," I mumbled sleepily. I could hear him chuckle above me.

"You'll be alright, my love. I promise you, I'll take care of you. I'll find a way."

Some period of time later, I really could not discern whether it had been minutes or hours, Eleazar and Carmen entered the room, thermos in hand.
"Bebe eso," Carmen said, handing it to me.

I crinkled my nose as I caught the scent. "What is this?" I asked, offering my sister a look of disgust.

"I know, Bella, it's not your favorite, it's deer. It was the nearest animal we found, and will do in an emergency such as this. Now drink up, hermanita."

I didn't really want to, but a sharp kick from my belly reminded me that I was not the only one who was thirsty right now. So I tilted the container up and let the blood pour down my throat.

Yuck. Tastes like cauliflower.

Carlisle, noticing my grimace I'm sure, ran one hand soothingly over my hair and the other in circles on my swollen abdomen. I felt the babies begin to move as the blood flowed into my belly, and it reminded me why I was doing this. I could handle it, for them.

As soon as I finished choking down my morning beverage, Rose and Alice entered the room carrying a tray of human food for me. I smiled as I thought of how hard the family was working, as a team, to get me safely through this pregnancy. It was a relief, knowing that we had the six of them here to support us, and that they'd be here to help us raise the twins as well. After all, who knew how much of a handful a couple of vampire-human hybrids would be?

Rosalie set the tray down beside me, and I looked it over with a hungry eye. It looked delicious – steak and eggs and a banana and berry salad. There was a glass of milk as well. I usually preferred not to eat such heavy food in the morning, but I knew that Carlisle had directed them to make me something high in iron to deal with the anemia, so I'd eat it. I was a good patient.

Once I finished my breakfast, Carlisle and Elly took the tray into the kitchen to clean up, and the girls stayed in the bedroom with me. I could see in the furrow of their brows and the concern in their eyes that they were worried. I wished everyone would stop worrying about me, though.

I didn't really look that bad, did I?

While the four of us sat there, waiting, I suppose, for my health to show some evidence of improvement, we chatted. Carmen and Rose filled me in on the progress that they had made in decorating the twins' nursery while we were in Forks, and Alice and I told them about breaking the news to Charlie. Rosalie was incredibly surprised to hear how well my father had taken the news of the Cullen family secret, and I just barely heard her mumble something about the Swans being extremely odd humans. I smiled back at her, just glad that she wasn't feeling upset or angry at Carlisle's decision to let Charlie into the circle of trust.

Carmen, who always seemed to know when a subject needed to be changed, took that moment to tell us about the visit she and Eleazar had just made to Denali. It had been awhile since she had been back, or even spoken to the sisters, as our need for secrecy had been so strong. So she was quite surprised with what she found there.

"You know, it is quite common to see men coming and going at our home. The sisters... entertain... often," she said with a slight giggle disguising her grimace. "But it is quite a unique occurrence to see a man, who is neither my husband nor one of yours, sitting casually in our living room. The sisters are more the, como se dice...love them and leave them, type?"

Rosalie, through her laughter, managed to ask the question we all wanted the answer to. "Who was it?"

"His name is Garrett – an old friend of Carlisle. You know him from the wedding, I think."

"Oh my god! I saw them dancing that day and wondered," I exclaimed.

"You mean he and Kate?" Alice asked.

"Alice, how did you not See this already?" Rose cried excitedly.

"Rose, please. I learned how to tune out the Denali sisters a long time ago. I neither want nor need a vision every time one of them decided to, uh, 'entertain'. I mean, really, I have to get things done sometimes!"

We all collapsed on my bed in a fit of giggles. We were all lying that way when Jasper and Emmett walked in, followed by Carlisle and Elly.

"Hey Lil' Sis," Jasper called. "I brought down a real nice cougar for you and my niece and nephew. Drink up, sugar."

He handed me the thermos, and I brought it to my mouth. I moaned as the sweetness that reminded me of chocolate and strawberries and cream flowed down my throat.

"Oh shit!" I heard Emmett groan. "We better fuckin' run!"

I barely heard the sound of any of them leaving the room, and honestly hadn't the slightest idea what was going on, so I just focused on draining the bottle of every last drop of liquid heaven. When I was sure that the thermos was completely empty, I started to pull it away from my lips. In the blink of an eye, however, I heard a loud crash and found myself flat on my back, completely nude, with a growling blond vampire on top of me.

I gasped. His eyes were pitch black and he was naked as well. I had never seen him look so much like a vampire, and the sight was so erotic that I felt moisture puddle between my thighs.

He growled lowly. "You are so fucking sexy, Isabella Cullen. I can't help myself around you. You shatter my control."

"Carlisle," I breathed, so aroused by his utter abandonment of his carefully maintained restraint.

"I have to have you now, Isabella. I can't wait. I can't be gentle." He was trembling, and his voice was so low, so husky. I thought for sure I could cum just listening to him speak to me this way.

"Please," I begged.

He reached down and grabbed my legs, forcing them up so that they were perpendicular to my torso, and then entered me in one quick thrust. I cried out in pleasure at the forcefulness of his behavior. He began to push himself into me over and over, faster and harder than he ever had before. He wasn't hurting me, but I knew that this had to be the limit of what I could take. I could do nothing, though, but moan at the sheer intensity of the feelings he was creating in me.

"God, Isabella! What you do to me! I cleared a house of vampires in seconds with the lust you create in me. Hearing you moan while you drank that lion – that is beyond sexy, baby. That sound goes straight to my cock. Fuck, you feel good, Bella!"

I came then, at the sound of my usually proper husband's use of the word 'fuck', crying out his name as my whole body shook with release.

"Oh god, Carlisle!"

"Yes, my Bella. Ungh..."

I opened my eyes to see his head thrown back and his open mouth panting. My legs blocked most of his glorious body from me, but I could see the muscles around his hips flexing with each thrust into me. The coil in my stomach was already tightening again, and the need got even stronger as his head fell forward and those black eyes stared into my brown ones. I'd never seen Carlisle so caught up in lust before.

"It's too much, Isabella. It's too much to look at you, with your full breasts and swollen belly. All I ever want to do is touch you. There's so many things I need to think of and plan for, but my mind is constantly preoccupied with the thought of burying myself in your hot, wet pussy. Fuck, Bella... Ugh..."

God, what he was doing to me! I was literally about to fall apart at the seams between his pounding and his words. My whole body felt like Jello. Jello that is about to experience its second massive orgasm in only a few minutes.

"Carlisle, my god, Carlisle! So good.... Ohhhh..."

"I can feel you, baby. Your walls tightening around my cock. You want to cum, baby, I feel it. But hold it. Hold it for me. Because I'm not ready. I don't want to stop. I can't stop. More, Isabella, I have to have more. God, help me, I have to have more..."

Didn't he know that I couldn't stop? That the way he was talking was doing this to me? That I couldn't even answer him because I couldn't get control over my vocal cords?

He grabbed my hips, turning me over quickly so that I was on my knees, then thrust right back into me. His hands found my breasts in seconds, and took them in his palms as he pulled my upper body up and toward him until my back was pressed firmly against his chest. He wrapped one arm around me just under my breasts for support, and his other hand found its way down to tease my clit, all the while never ceasing the movement of his cock in and out of me.

I was lost. My head fell back against his shoulder, and I turned my face toward him so that it rested in the crook of his neck, letting my tongue slide out to lick him wherever I could reach.

"Mmmm....Carlisle, ugh, so....close..." I panted as I desperately struggled to hold off my climax.

"Wait for it, baby. I want to make you cum hard with me. I want to see you fall apart. Christ, baby, I am barely holding on, but I don't want to stop. Ugh... So good. So tight. Mmmm... Oh, Bella... I never lived until I was inside of you."

It was only seconds later that we both gave in to the feelings and fell over the edge, crying out in pleasure as we came together. Once the power of our orgasms had subsided, we collapsed onto the bed, my back still against his chest. He held me close, pressing butterfly kisses over my cheeks and hair and whispering his love for me while we tried to calm our breathing and my heart.

A moment later, he spoke. "Bella, sweetheart, are you alright? You're not hurt, are you? I'm sor..."
I stopped him there, pressing my finger against his lips. "Don't appologize. It was fantastic. You let go, and you were unbelievably sexy. I promise you, I feel fabulous. Don't worry, please."

Luckily, that was enough for him. I felt him relax behind me, and let myself drift off to sleep.

By the time we made our way downstairs, it was after three in the afternoon. I was feeling much better, and Carlisle pronounced my anemia to be under control. I was, however, ordered to double my intake of blood, so I'd now be having four servings a day, one of which he said should be carnivore.

I still felt tired, but I imagined that had as much to do with our activities earlier as anything. Oh, I shivered at the memory of said activities. Carlisle had completely lost his shit, and I had loved every second of it.

I sat down at the table to have a bit of human lunch, which today consisted of spinach and cheese ravioli, salad, and chocolate ice cream. I was relieved that Carlisle had gone out to find the rest of the family when I got to the ice cream, because it's flavor reminded me of the cougar from earlier, and I'm sure that my response to that taste would have led to a repeat performance that I doubt my body could have handled.

When I finished my lunch, I laid down on the couch to rest a bit until everyone returned. As I drifted off, I thought about calling Renee to tell her about the babies. Charlie had taken everything so well. I wondered what I could expect from my mother.

When I woke some time later, I found myself feeling a bit like a museum exhibit, what with the seven vampires sitting in silence staring at me. Really, you'd think I'd be used to this sort of thing by now.

"Is there something I can help you with?" I asked, a bit uncertain.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart, we didn't mean to startle you. We were just enjoying the twins while you slept."
I looked skeptically at my husband, not quite sure what he meant. Jasper answered for him.

"It's nothin' really, sugar. It's just that the babies have really intrestin' emotions, and I was sharin' them with everyone else. Not to mention Elly here's been theorizin' about the twins a little."

"Really? You have an idea about them?" I asked.

"Nothing certain, Bella. It is but an idea for now, since your block makes it difficult for me to interpret with my gift. I think, though, that at least one of the baby is an amplifier. That is to say that he, or she, has the ability to intensify the power of others. In this case, Jasper's ability is the only one in the house that can be affected by this, since their existence itself blocks Alice. For awhile, I thought the power was something like Jasper, but now I think not, only that it has intensified his own power. This afternoon could have easily become...disastrous... But Jasper, recognizing the intensified emotions, was able to block it just enough to escape from the house before he lost all control of it. I can tell you, though, the amplification is quite powerful. I was miles from Jasper by the time he couldn't block the lust anymore, and I can promise you that I felt it as strongly as if I was standing beside him."

"Wow," I said softly, not sure how else to react. I was a little worried that Jasper might want to move away from us if what Eleazar said was true. I didn't want to be separated from my brother or Alice.

"Bells, why are you suddenly so sad?" Jasper asked.

I looked up at him, trying to fight the urge to cry. As soon as my eyes met his golden ones, my struggle failed, and the tears fell freely. "Are you going to leave us, Jas?"

He was by my side in a second. "Never, little sister. Just as I told Carlisle in Forks, we are family. Forever. I'm just gonna have to give my little niece or nephew a lesson in reining that shit in is all." He chuckled warmly, giving my hand a gentle squeeze.

"Okay, okay, enough of the lovely dovey crap," Emmett interrupted. "We've been waiting here for almost an hour for Bella to wake up and pick a scrap of paper out of the damn hat! Let's get this show on the road!"

I closed my eyes and shook my head, smiling at my brother's antics. It was just so...Emmett. And then I laughed at the sound of Rosalie's granite-like hand meeting the back of his head. I knew something was up when they were all staring at me. I should've known.

"Alright, brother, hand me the hat. Let's see what sort of crazy is in our plans for the evening."

He immediately tossed the ski cap over to me, and I reached inside nervously. So far, none of the hat picks had gone incredibly well. First had been the disaster that was mini-golf, vampire style. The second pick had been the day in Boston with the girls that nearly ended with a human snack. I shuddered at the thought. If this pick didn't go well, I was officially putting an end to the bucket list.

I pulled out the slip of paper and opened it.

How many damn suggestions did Emmett put in this hat?

"Oh for the love of God, Emmett, you are just determined to make an ass out of us, aren't you? Bowling? This cannot end well. Have you ever bowled before?" I asked.

"Well, no. But how hard can it be?" Emmett replied.

That was the wrong question to ask.

Two hours later, after Carlisle had thoroughly checked me over and declared me healthy enough to leave the house, all eight of us entered the bowling alley on the Dartmouth campus. Rosalie had taken a bit of convincing, not really sold on the idea of wearing rented shoes. Alice wasn't all that enthused about the idea either, and I heard her grumbling that she would have bought us all bowling shirts and shoes had she been able to See this particular activity ahead of time.

Finally, though, we were all set up with two lanes, our balls chosen, our shoes laced. It was time to, as Emmett had put it, get our show on the road.

Carlisle was up first. He was the most experienced with human behavior, so most likely had the best chance of success without looking like a fool. He didn't perform too badly, really, and knocked down five pins. He probably would have gotten a strike, or at least a spare, had he been able to figure out the correct force with which to throw his ball.

I went next. The large belly and my complete lack of skill made for an unfortunate combination. My ball went into the gutter on both tries. It didn't bother me too much, though, not even when Emmett's boisterous laughter drew extra attention to my failure.

Rosalie took her turn next. It was hilarious to watch my beautiful sister, who had no problem getting down and dirty in a baseball game or working on a car, be so completely disturbed by a pair of shoes. She at least managed to bowl well, having learned from Carlisle's mistakes, and knocked down nine pins. She jumped into Emmett's arms after they fell, the rented shoes all but forgotten.

Jasper stood up to take his turn. This is where trouble began. My poor brother completely underestimated his own strength, and threw his fifteen pound ball through the air toward the pins instead of rolling it down the lane. Luckily for all of us, his aim was off and the ball passed about four inches over the top of the pins. The crash that it created when it hit whatever it was that was behind the pins, however, was loud enough to draw the attention to every person in the bowling alley. Jasper, at least, did an impressive job of feigning shock, and the ball had moved so quickly when he threw it that the family hadn't been exposed. Once he was sure of that, he sat down next to Alice, breathing a sigh of relief, and swore he was done with the game.

After Jasper, it was Alice's turn. In order to not draw suspicion, she had to choose a very lightweight ball. She walked up to the lane and lined herself up before taking off in a perfectly executed approach. We all watched as the ball rolled quickly toward the pins, knocking all of them down as it plowed its way though. She jumped up and down with glee at her success, and then ran back to where we were all sitting and hopped into Jasper's lap.

Alice's well executed turn gave the rest of the family hope, and I giggled a bit as I saw their postures relax. Carmen stood next to take her turn. She also had a lighter weight ball, and that seemed to be a key to success for my vampire family. The combination of the ball's weight and their strength was either going to be successful or devastating, and I was quickly realizing that the heavier the ball, the more destructive the turn. Carmen's seven pound ball earned her a score of six and no damage for her turn.

That left us with just Emmett and Eleazar to play the first turn. Looking back, I'd say we should have quit while we were ahead. But we didn't. Emmett went first, with devastating effects. He bowled a strike, but threw his ball with so much force that the pins were turned to dust as the ball moved through them. Thus, instead of celebrating his score, he and Rose had to create a distraction while Alice ran down to the end of our lane and replaced our pins with some from the empty lane beside ours at vampire speed. And let's just say that their distraction, thanks to the newly-discovered power of the twins, was nearly a much larger problem than a few missing pins. Luckily for all of us, Carlisle recognized my brother's distress and got him out of the building and calmed down before he started projecting.

Ten minutes later, the family was all back inside, the new pins were set up, and the humans were none the wiser. Well, I was, but I barely counted as a human these days.

Eleazar stepped up to take his turn. He made his approach slowly, swung his arm back, and let the ball fly from his fingertips toward the pins. Unfortunately, he let put a little too much strength into the throw, and when the ball hit the ground, it broke right through the wood and embedded itself in the concrete below. I gasped, as did the whole family around me. There was no way we could hide this!

Eleazar was in a bit of a panic when he turned back toward us. I felt the wave of calm wash over me, and I knew that Jasper was affecting everyone in his attempt to help Elly. When he was visibly relaxed, he walked back over to our seating area and sat down. I watched as everyone's mouths began moving at once, but couldn't hear anything that they were saying.

Vampire speed, damn it.

The next thing I knew, I was being rushed toward the cashier's desk by Carlisle. We approached it, and my husband didn't bother speaking with the greasy-looking boy sitting behind it, instead requesting to see the manager. The boy left, and returned with a middle-aged man with receding brown curls and a face that made me think he was under considerable amounts of stress.

"Good evening, sir," he greeted Carlisle. He seemed excessively nervous, as if he had gotten too many complaints lately and his job was on the line. "My name is Casper Q. Tippen, Cas for short. I'm the manager here. How can I help you tonight?"

I couldn't help but notice that, for such a nervous man, he was pompous enough to use his full name on introduction.

"Hello, Cas. My name is Carlisle Cullen. I was here for a game with my family tonight, and it seems that one of my brothers was playing a prank on the other, and it's caused a bit of damage to one of your lanes. I'm very sorry about this, sir, and I'm more than happy to pay for the repair."

I was always impressed with Carlisle's ability to make people calmer in his presence without the aide of Jasper's gift. His sincerity and candor made it clear that he was a person worthy of trust, and so people tended not to fear him, despite the usual instinctual fear that humans had when in the presence of vampires. That's why he was able to work as a doctor, and it worked here again on Tim, who seemed quite relieved that Carlisle was here to discuss a problem that we had caused, rather than one that the alley was responsible for.

"What sort of damage are we talking about, Mr. Cullen?" Cas asked.

"Oh, my brother decided to weight the ball excessively, and then grabbed the Elly's arm as he was releasing the ball on his turn. Thus, the ball fell down with quite a bit of force, and broke through the floor. I'm extremely sorry about this."

Cas seemed rather shocked. I doubted this was a problem he dealt with often. I was, however, impressed with the quick and creative thinking of my vampires – the excuse actually seemed plausible. I guess Cas agreed, as he was quick to accept Carlisle's appologies and promise of payment.

Carlisle pulled his wallet out of his pocket, and handed Cas one of his business cards. "Please call me as soon as you've had the estimate given for the repairs. I will bring you a check the same day."

"I'll do that, Mr," Cas looked down at the card again, "Dr. Cullen." He handed Carlisle a card of his own. Thank you for coming to me, sir. Most people probably just would have run out."

"I'm not most people," Carlisle replied.

No, husband, you most definitely are not.

We left the bowling alley then, and made our way to the Mercedes to drive back home. On our way back to the house, I let my husband know of my intention to discontinue the hat activities the moment we got home.

"That's a good idea, sweetheart. They really have been quite the series of disasters, haven't they?"

"They really have, honey. You know me, danger magnet at all. Apparently that hasn't worn off."

He chuckled, and leaned over to place a soft kiss on my cheek. "I suppose it hasn't. Good thing then that you'll be indestructible soon."

I laughed with him and felt warmth spread in my heart at his comment. It was such a relief that he thought of my impending vampirization with happiness and optimism.

"Carlisle?" I asked. He looked over at me with a questioning look, letting me know that he was listening. "I think we should call Renee when we get home. I was going to wait until tomorrow, but now that we're going home early, we could do it tonight. Is that alright?"

"Of course, sweetheart. Whatever will make you happy. But I must be honest with you, Bella. I don't think that we should tell her the entire truth. At least not over the phone. Alice cannot see her reaction, because of your involvement, and I don't know her well enough to be sure she can stay calm and quiet. I felt comfortable telling Charlie, because I know him well and felt certain that we could rely on Sue and Billy for their assistance if it was needed. We don't have that with your mother. Do you understand, my love?" He spoke with his usual gentility, but I could hear the tinge of worry in his voice, and assumed that he was worried that I would be upset with him over this.

"Honey, of course I understand, and I agree. I admit, it's going to be a little bit, um, uncomfortable, having this conversation with her when I can't tell her why I'm so far along already. She assumed that I was pregnant when I told her we were getting married, and I vehemently denied that. Now she's going to call me a liar."

Carlisle pulled the car over to the side of the road, and immediately took my hands in his larger ones. "I'm so very sorry, Isabella. I wish that I could make this easier on you."

"Carlisle, I would change nothing. I have you, and we'll soon have our babies. You even found a way to let me keep Charlie. I love my mom, but she's far from predictable. I never even hoped to keep one parent, much less two. I would have given up everything to be with you, Carlisle, but I didn't have to. You have already made this easier on me."

His sweet kiss assured me that I had convinced him. I had spoken the truth to him – as much as I loved Renee, I knew that it would be a bad idea to give her too much information. I really wasn't even sure that it was the right thing to tell her about the babies at all. A large part of me feared that I was making the decision too quickly, maybe just so that I didn't have to think about it anymore. I always hated making decisions.

"I love you, Carlisle," I promised, kissing him one last time. "Never forget that you and our children are all that I want and need in this world."

"The sentiment, I assure you, is mutual, my love."

That said, he returned the car to the road and drove us home.

Thirty minutes later, after I had decided not to call Renee tonight after all and Emmett had finally finished pouting over the throwing of the bucket list hat into the burning embers of our fireplace, the family was gathered in the living room watching Blade (silly vampires always wanted to laugh at the mistakes Hollywood made). I was snuggled into the crook of Carlisle's arm, my head resting against his shoulder. Jasper and Eleazar had gone for a quick run after the bowling alley, bringing back "snacks" for us all to enjoy while watching the movie. I was relieved to find the sweet flavor of moose when I tipped the thermos to my lips, but was careful, for the sake of the family, not to outwardly show my enjoyment.

A few scenes into the movie, we were interrupted by a call on the house line. It was rather odd for us to receive calls on that line, especially now that Carlisle was not working at the hospital. Alice flitted into the kitchen and answered the phone, returning at a slow walk a moment later. She gave a rather pointed look at Jasper before speaking.

"Bella, the phone is for you," she said softly.

Carmen picked up the remote to pause the movie, and I sat up to take the phone from my sister.

"Hello?" I spoke into the reciever.

"Is this Isabella Cullen?" asked an unfamiliar male voice.

"Yes, it is," I replied nervously.

"Mrs. Cullen, this is Officer David Roth. I'm afraid I have some bad news."

A/N: Yes. I actually left it there. Go ahead, throw your tomatoes, I can take it.
So this A/N is going to be a little epic, but PLEASE read it, as it's rather important.

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Now, business. "Circle of trust" is a phrase borrowed from the movie "Meet the Parents". And last chapter's "Until my last hunt" I realized after posting is a phrase I first heard used by Fiberkitty in The Ties That Bind, so I want to give her credit for that one. It apparently stuck in my head. I need to say thank you to my Late Show bud and ledge jumping rescue woman, BamaBabe, who put the Cullen bowling idea in my head. You should check out her hot ass Ranger Whitlock in Long, Tall, Texan. And finally, thanks to Clurrabella, who despite completely screwing up Dirty-Talking Carlisle for me, is awesome enough to keep me amused with her Late Show antics and her KIK-worthy notes on my chaps. Check her The Dartmouth Diaries for insanity and her collab with Sparagus (together they are Sparabella) called The War Inside, which is guaranteed to make you sob.

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