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A Runaway Family

Chapter 8

You are not permanent

Tris' POV

"Are you kidding me, Will always takes the covers from me while sleeping. At least you just have to put up with Eric's snoring," Christina says laughing. I feel Eric's grip on my hand tighten, as the anger rages within him. If there is one thing I have known since freshman year is that Eric doesn't like to be made fun of, let alone talked about. I try to stir the conversation somewhere else, not wanting to upset Eric more than he already is, but it doesnt turn out that way as Christina continues to make fun of sharing a bed with our guys. Luckily the bell rings, making everyone all scatter like rats to get to class on time. I turn back to the stone bench, retrieving my backpack from where I placed it, only I don't make it even close to there before my right foot hits something hard out of nowhere sending me flying through the air. I fall painfully on my right side of my body. I slowly raise myself up, looking up at a very angry Eric. I know instantly why I fell, as he continues to look down angrily at me, unwilling to help me get back up.

"Tris, are you okay?" Will asks, catching both Eric and I off guard. I feel Will's gentle hands on my shoulders as he helps raise me back to my feet.

"Um yeah, I must have tripped," I stutter, my eyes never leaving Eric's. Eric's hands are clenched into fists, forcing me to break my eye contact with him. I glance up at Will, to see that he too is glancing at Eric, then at his hands and then back down at me. I can see the wheels turning in Will's head as he connects the dots as to what just happened. "Thanks Will," I say, dismissing him. Last thing I want is for rumors to start or for Will to have pity on my relationship with Eric. Everything is fine.

"Yeah anytime," he says. I can tell he is reluctant to walk away and leave me alone with Eric, but he does as the second bell rings, telling us that we are now late to our first period.

I strain my eyes the best I can in the dark, trying to focus on anything and everything all at the same time. I hear the all too familiar noises of my family sleeping, easing my anxiety. I slowly sit myself up in bed, careful not to wake up Ethan who is on my right side and Tobias who is on my left. I try to calm my breathing. I haven't dreamt about Eric in years, not since our last run-in back in Orlando a few years ago. But my encounter with him yesterday must have stirred something within me, something that is now in my subconscious. I slowly lay myself back down when my breathing and heart rate feel almost back to normal. I can't help but want to be closer to Tobias, needing to feel safe and comforted by him. He doesn't disappoint, even in his sleep Tobias welcomes me by circling me in his arms and kissing my forehead. I close my eyes, breathing in his scent deeply.

"Thank you so much," I say to the bus driver as I pull myself onto the bus. The bus looks to be full of cast members, all with the same tired look as I have. I find what appears to be the last seat on the bus, thankful to rest my achy bones and muscles. I've been standing on my feet for the past twelve hours, minus my one hour lunch break. My stomach rumbles, reminding me that my break was far too long ago. I feel the bus accelerate forward, as another bus arrives to pick up more cast members to take them to the employee parking lot. I don't know what I am looking forward to more, food or sleep. My eyes continue to roam throughout the bus, glancing at all the tired, half asleep cast members. My eyes land on the one person that I didn't expect to see tonight, Eric.

We broke up a few weeks ago when I found out that he had not only been talking trash about me behind my back, but he was also dating two junior year girls at the same time. I was angry and hurt, but I also knew that I deserved better… I thought by breaking up with him and moving on that I would be hurting him in the long run. But it doesn't look like it has affected him in the least, he still looks pissed off at the world. Not something you would typically see in a Disney cast member… The bus comes to a hard stop, as everyone stands rushing out the front door. Eric doesn't even glance my way as he struts past me and out the door. He doesn't stop, rushing to his car. He is probably heading home to sleep like the rest of us, or to do God knows what.

I pull into what appears to be one of the last parking spots in my apartment complex. I look down at the dashboard noticing the time before turning off the engine. Crap it's three am. Work ran late again tonight. I couldn't say no to the over time though, as I needed the money. One thing good about working at Disney during the holidays, there is unlimited overtime. The park was open till midnight, working on mainstream in a restaurant means we can't close our doors until the last person leaves the park. It sucks in a way, especially when you are tired and achy all over. The clean up felt like it took forever, but with the holidays the bosses wont let one person leave until everyone leaves, so everyone helps everyone else out in hopes that we get out faster.

I crawl out of my old, broken down Chrysler, feeling stiffer than I did when I got in. Just to think I have to be up in a mere 5 hours to do this all over again. I didn't hesitate when my boss, Tim, asked me to fill in for someone tomorrow. Again, I can't say no, as I need the money. I begin my slow turtle walk home. The street's dim lights are my only illumination. The lights of all too familiar headlights catches me off guard. What the hell is he doing here?

I watch in shock as he parks on the other side of my car. He doesn't say a word, doesn't look at me, he just turns off his engine and tilts his head back against his seat waiting for me to be the one to say the first word. If you know Eric like I do, he's not the one to apologize nor will he ever be the one to say the first word. But this…Showing up…Is a big step for him. I slowly walk up to his window that is already rolled down. I don't say anything, I don't know what to say. So I just stand there and let him be the one to break the silence.

"I'm shit without you. I was wrong… Stupid. My father was right," he says, I can hear the self loathing in his voice as he speaks. He doesn't look at me, but looks down at something in his hands. It's not until I step closer on my toes to look inside of his car that I see his butterfly knife in his hands. My entire body freezes, I'm not sure what to do or say.

"Eric," Is all I can think of saying, my voice is so low I'm surprised he can hear it. He continues to surprise me, as he flips the wings open, revealing the blade within.

"Tris, I…" he says, raising the blade of the knife to his throat. Oh god.

I feel my body flying up into a sitting position. My breath is out of control for the second time tonight. My body feels like I have bathed in my own sweat. My right hand runs through my hair, trying to calm myself. I feel the bed shifting next to me, knowing damn well that Tobias is now awake as he sits up next to me.

"Tris Love, are you alright?" Tobias asks, his voice is laced with concern. I take a few more deep breaths, unable to answer him just yet.

"Bad dream?" He asks, I nod, unable to answer him verbally. "What happened?" he asks. I shake my head, I can't tell him that I'm having nightmares about my past with Eric. A past that I've tried so hard to leave just there…In the past. "C'mere." he says, pulling me back down. He wraps his arms around my body, holding me flush against his side. I rest my head on his chest, breathing deeply in his scent to help calm me again. "We're all right, you know." he says, nearly above a whisper, not wanting to wake the kids up. "You, me and the kids, we're good. Okay." My chest continues to ache, as I fill my lungs with the necessary air. I nod, not trusting my words. "Nothing else is alright… but we are."

"Tobias," I say gently, my voice breaking at the end.

"I know. It's wrong, Tris. It was wrong what he did to you… What he is trying to do to us now. What's worse is that my father is involved… We will figure this all out," he says, reassuring me, so confidently.

"How can you be so sure?" I ask. Wishing I had the same confidence as he does.

"Because we are together and together we can figure anything out. Our love is strong enough," he says, kissing the top of my head.

"I love you," I whisper.

"Sleep," he suddenly says. "I'll fight the bad dreams off if they come to get you."

"With what?" I ask, playing along.

"My bare hands, obviously."

I wrap my arm around his waist and take a deep breath of his shoulder. He smells like sweat and fresh air and mint from the salve that he sometimes uses to relax his sore muscles. He smells safe too, like a sunlit walk in the orchard and silent breakfasts in the dining hall. And in the moment before I drift off to sleep, I almost forget about our war torn life and all the conflict that will come to find us soon, if we don't find it first.

In the moment before I drift off to sleep I hear him whisper "I love you too, Tris. Always now and forever." I hum to his words, unable to form the same words as I am already drifting off to sleep.

I wake up, confused by my surroundings. I slowly sit up, having trouble with my swollen stomach. I glance down, rubbing my stomach lovingly. This pregnancy was unexpected, but a true blessing to have. I look back on my life, knowing that life was so much harder than it had to be. It's funny how your perspective changes when you become a parent. I stand having the urge to go to the bathroom. But stop myself as I see the glow from under the door, knowing that Eric is holding up the bathroom.

"Fuck!" I say, rocking myself back and forth. I really need to go, but I know that he doesn't like to be rushed. It's no big secret that Eric isn't happy about this baby. He tells me every chance he gets.

"What the fuck is your problem?" He says, as he finally comes out of the bathroom.

I jump up rushing into the small bathroom yelling, "I really have to go."

"Well you should have thought about that before you got yourself pregnant," he says, through the door. I huff at his words. Yes, cause I claimed it myself and got pregnant, asshole.

"You should be careful Tris, one of these days I might leave something on the floor by the bed or outside of the bathroom door… You don't want to trip," He says, taunting me.

"Stop it Eric," I say, defending myself.

"Stop what. I can leave. Then what would you do… How would you pay the rent by yourself and worse with a kid?" He says, standing up from his seat. He hates it when I defend myself. Because to him he does nothing wrong and everything right.

I have never had a problem paying my rent, nor any of my other bills before Eric moved in. Of course that was before I got pregnant, before I was looking at having to take a 12 week maternity leave. Although I do have some hours saved up, it's not enough to cover my whole leave. I bite the side of my cheek, knowing I can't say anything to defend myself against this man.

"You are worth it to me," are the words that echo through the walls, hearing Tobias' voice break through the pain and hurt. I smile and feel warm and safe. Eric looks angry, but freezes in his place. I watch as he continues to get angry, but he is unable to come towards me. I continue to hear loving and soothing words and although I don't see Tobias, I know it's his voice breaking through the terror.

I open my eyes to find the most loving pair of ocean blue eyes staring back down at me. He smiles, knowing that he just saved me from yet another nightmare. Instead of asking me about my dream or saying anything, he leans down kissing my lips gently and lovingly. Just like last night, we doesn't let things get too far as our children are sleeping not too far from us.

"I should get up and get dressed soon," Tobias says. It's with his words that I notice the sun peeking through the windows. It's still early. I nod, knowing that he probably wants to go get a new burner phone and call Will or Detective Caldwell. I can't imagine that he wants to spend anymore time here with his mother than he has too. I watch him carefully climbing out of bed and towards our luggage as he takes off his sweat pants and pulls on a pair of jeans.

My mind continues to race thinking about my dreams from last night, remembering how helpless and defenseless I felt with Eric and never wanting to feel that way again. No, I need to fight for my life and my family. I need to be able to fight for what I love most. I refuse to go down without a fight.

"Tobias?" I ask, as he turns towards me waiting for me to continue. "Would you teach me how to fight?" I ask. I'm not the same girl I used to be a long time ago, I don't ever want to feel like her again.

"Tris? I don't know…"Tobias says, I know he hates the idea of me in a fight but.

"I need to learn. I need to know how to defend myself in case," I say, giving him the best excuse that I know he can't turn down. He would never leave me defenseless. I can see that his wheels are turning in his head, as he continues to be lost in thought for what feels like forever.

"Yeah, I suppose it would make sense," he finally says, scratching the back of his neck. I give him a small appreciation smile, as he comes closer, leaning down and kissing my forehead. "I'm going to wake up Uriah. Stay in bed until the kids wake up. I'll be back soon," he says, as he gets his wallet and the keys to the van before leaving the room and closing the door behind him.

It doesn't take long for the kids to begin to wake up after Tobias leaves. Honestly I was surprised they slept through the whole night, Ethan mostly. He often struggles with strange places and strange people around him, but last night other than an occasional turn and quick stir, he never woke up and neither did Maddy. I was grateful for the little sleep that I did manage to get, I needed it.

Once the kids were dressed and ready for the day, I grabbed our food bag that we stored things for the kids and headed downstairs to get breakfast started. On the road with two picky eaters, you tend to be prepared. Ethan alone is only open to so many things. Although I must say, I was quite surprised when Uriah actually got him to try a new cereal last week. Even though it should have been a no brainer…. Hello coco puffs, the boy loves chocolate for crying out loud. Why didn't I think of that? But he still prefers his cereal to be dry, with no milk. Guess some things never change.

I pour a large bowl of coco puffs for Ethan, while Marlene pours herself and Maddy some honey nut cheerios. She sits down between both children and begins to dig in. I have to say, Marlene is really good with the kids. Although I don't think that surprises me, not one little bite. After all she is in a relationship with a Pedrad and with Uriah no less. Enough said there.

"Good morning," Evelyn says, I catch the carefulness in her voice as she walks into the kitchen. Marlene, who doesn't know the full story but knows enough, returns the greetings with a smile, trying to be polite, I guess.

"Roar!" Ethan says, smiling, with his mouth full of smashed coco puffs.

"Hi," Maddy says, all cheerfully as she sits up a little straighter in her chair and smiles at the grandmother that she never knew she had. I watch as Evelyn smiles lovingly at my children, but her eyes linger on my daughter. Chills run up and down my spine as I watch her staring at Maddy for far too long.

"Good morning, Evelyn," I say, trying but failing to keep the hatred for her out of my voice. I feel a sudden relief when Evelyn's attention turns towards me and off of my daughter. I don't know what is up her sleeve, but I don't like it.

"Tris, I hope that you and the kids slept well," she says. I can see right through her fake politeness and the fake smile that she displays on her face. I can't help but wonder what game she is playing here.

"As well as can be expected, I guess," I say. One thing Tobias and I always had in common was having no need for small talk, to fill a void, or to pretend to be polite. I guess we both are that nice.

"Well… I trust you all will settle in soon enough," she says, so sure of herself that we will be staying longer. Boy is she wrong. "Tell me, where is my son?" She asks, pouring herself a cup of coffee and turning back around to face both Marlene and I.

"Actually Uriah and Tobias went to purchase a new burner phone," Marlene jumps in. I can see it in her eyes that Marlene doesn't like her either. Well at least I'm not alone in that…

"Oh and why is that?" She asks, taking a step closer towards us.

"Because he will be contacting the detectives on our case to get a reassignment as soon as possible," I inform her, I would prefer she knows sooner rather than later. We will not be one big happy family and there is no way we are staying here.

"I see," she says. I see her eyes falling upon Maddy's face, frowning towards her. Not giving Ethan one ounce of the same attention. I'm not sure at this point if that's a good thing or a bad thing, honestly. "Tris, may I speak with you in my office for a moment," she says, raising her mug to her mouth and taking a sip of the hot caffeinated liquid.

"Of course." I wonder what it is she possibly has to say to me that she can't say in front of Marlene and the kids.

"Take a seat," she says, offering me the same two seats that Tobias and I sat in last night. She closes the door that divides us from the kitchen, making sure Marlene and the kids can't hear us. Anxiety runs through me instantly at the thought of being alone with no witnesses with this vile woman. My eyes can't help but follow her every move as she slowly takes her rightful seat behind her desk. She leans back, relaxed and confident in her large leather chair. She rests her elbows on the arm rests, entwining her fingers together. Funny Tobias did the exact same thing the first time I met him at my interview. Of course that confidence and leadership attitude didn't last long, not when Zeke asked if I would ever think about sleeping with Tobias, my boss at the time. Ha, boy have things changed since then.

"Tris, I was wondering if you have given any thought to… Turning yourself into Marcus and Eric." Oh not this shit again. She continues, "It seems to me that those two want nothing more than to make you both suffer. I know Marcus, he loves to torture people. I know he would love nothing more than to hit you and Tobias where it hurts the most, that's the children," she says, glancing at the only thing that stands between us and the kids. And from what I've read and heard about… Eric, he is quite the same. You would be satisfying their need for blood and saving Tobias and the children all at the same time," she says, raising her left eyebrow at me.

"I think Tobias gave you that answer last night when he slammed the door in your face," I say, reminding her of his words.

"But see, that's Tobias' opinion. I'm asking about yours. Or are you allowing a man to run your life like I once did," she says, trying to add some fuel to the fire. I take a deep breath, calming the blood that is boiling within me.

"I'm not leaving my family," I say, firmly. I think about how selfish I might seem, not wanting to separate myself from my children. To stay with them, but then I wonder, am I really being the selfish one? Ethan and Maddy are so young, they have so many firsts ahead of them that all children should have their parents with them when those events happen. I think back to when my parents passed away, how many times I wished my mother or my father were there to help me through the tough times. I have no doubt in my mind that they would have loved Tobias and our children. I have no doubt in my mind that they would have been there through thick and thin with Eric…And helped me. So how is that being selfish, if I want to be there for my kids the same way I wish my parents were there for me? If I was to hand myself over to Marcus and Eric that is just what I would be doing… I won't do that to them, not the same way Tobias' mother did to him.

"My dear girl," she begins with a small chuckle. "I am his family. I am permanent, you are only temporary," she says coldly.

"I'm his wife and the mother of his children!" I nearly spit out. Keep calm, Tris. This is just what she wants, to upset me.

"Child, not children… That boy,.. Is no blood of ours." Is this what it's about? "It's not my son's problem if you got yourself pregnant. Why should he be the one to pick up the pieces," she says.

"Tobias adopted him..."

"Adoption is just a piece of paper," she says.

"How dare you? You don't know anything about me, my children or your son for that matter," I say, standing up from my seat. I refuse to listen to anymore of this shit.

"You don't think there could be anyone else for my son…With all the girls I have here…. He can find another. One more equipped to handle him,"she says, racking her eyes up and down my body, pointing out my flaws. Funny, her son never seemed to mind, that's all that really matters here is how Tobias and the kids think of me. I wont hurt them the way she hurt her own child.

"We will be leaving here as soon as possible, I promise you that," I say, as I turn to head back to the kitchen.

"I won't lose my family again. My granddaughter and my son are staying here with me," she says, determined. I continue walking out of the room and towards my children.

"Like hell they are," I say over my shoulder, not bothering to continue this conversation any longer.

Tobias' POV

"Caldwell here." Detective Caldwell greets me on the other side of the phone. I'm surprised it only took him two rings to pick up.

"Detective Caldwell, this is Tobias Eaton," I greet him.

"Mr. Eaton, what can I do for you?" He asks, getting right to the point.

"We need a new assignment," I say. I really don't want to get into the reason why we need another safe place to go to.

"Have you been spotted?" He asks, curious to why we need a new assignment.

"Not exactly, sir," I say, gritting my teeth.

"I see. Well Eaton I know this place isn't exactly the Ritz, but it is the best place for you and your family right now…. I encourage you to remain where you are for now, unless there is an immediate threat. You got that," he says firmly. I can hear it in his voice that there is no room for changing his mind. Crap. Frustration gets the best of me as I disconnect the call not wanting to hear anymore from him. My jaw clenches tightly on its own, trying to figure out what the hell to do. I feel so helpless, all the power I had, all the power that we have left is now in Evelyn's hands. I don't need to be a genius to figure out how fucked we truly are.

"What? No good news I take it," Uriah says, handing me one of the four cups of coffee he just got. One thing is for sure, before heading back into the shelter, Uriah and I will have to go shopping. The food, especially the coffee, is terrible there.

"What do you think?" I ask, sarcastically.

"So what's the deal with you and… Evelyn?" He says, taking a sip of one of the three cups of coffee in the drink carrier. It's not that he doesn't know everything, he actually heard a lot more than I would have liked last night. "She's your mom, I would have imagined that you would have been more pleased to see her…."

"It's a long story Uri," I say, really not wanting to get into this. It's bad enough my mind can't wrap around it all. I don't want to speak about it again and again.

"So she left you... Faked her death… And now here she is alive and you don't think…. What? That you can forgive her for leaving you," he says, matter of factly. Leave it up to Uriah to be noisy as hell, just like Zeke would be.

"Well thanks for the psycho analogy Doc," I say, turning to walk towards the van. I'm not doing this right now.

"I'm just saying…You should talk to her. You know there are plenty of us that wish to be in your shoes right now," he says loudly behind me. He continues to up the pace just a few feet behind me. He probably fears that I might leave his ass behind. He better not tempt me. I climb into the front seat almost tempted to do just that, leave him behind, but I take a deep breath and wait while he opens the passenger side door and climbs in himself, careful not to spill the other two coffees. I place mine in the cup holder. "Look, I'm just saying that maybe you should take a step back and look at the bigger picture," Uriah continues to press on.

"I see and what is the bigger picture, Uriah?" I ask the "want to be" Doctor.

"That you have your mom back," he says, simply. At that very moment it hits me. Uriah and Zeke lost their father years ago when Uriah was barely a teenager. "I would give anything to have my dad back," he finally says. I can see the pain in his eyes as he speaks to me about him.

"Uriah," I breathe out. "It's not the same thing. This is… This is different. She left me. She left me and didn't bother to look back to make sure I was alright. And what's worse, she did it with her own free will. Your father didn't want to leave you. If he was given a choice, you know he would have stayed here with you, Zeke and Hana… He would have walked through fire if it meant staying with you all. Evelyn left and didn't think twice about it, she didn't care about what happened to me at all."

"Yeah, I guess. Just before you completely dismiss her… You may just want to give her a chance. You don't want to regret it later," he says, as I drive back to the shelter. I nod, not knowing what else to say.

I walked through the side door of the shelter, it is the same way that Uriah and I left this morning. Evelyn should really look into securing this door. It doesn't even lock, most of the time it doesn't even close the right way. Anyone that knows the door is here can easily enter the facility.

"Tobias," Evelyn says, standing in the kitchen with a steamy cup of coffee in her hands. She gently smiles towards me, welcoming me. I begin to think about what Uriah said about her… Maybe I should at least talk to her. I may not owe her anything, but maybe I owe it to myself. I approach her slowly, stopping just a few feet away from her, leaning up against the counter.

"I'll just go deliver these coffees to the girls," Uriah says with a smile of triumph on his face, before making a B line for the stairs, leaving Evelyn and I to talk.

"Did you get what you needed to get while you were out?" She asks, her voice tender. It's funny that for years I worried about forgetting her voice, wanting nothing more than to hear it again. Yet it angers me now to hear it.

"Yeah, we did," I say, clenching my jaw together.

"And I suppose you will be leaving us now," she says. I can hear a hint of sadness in her voice. I close my eyes, wondering what is the right way to go about all of this moving forward.

"It appears we will be staying here a little longer than I had hoped," I say.

"That's great. It will give us some time to get to know each other. I would love to spend a little time with my granddaughter as well," she says, smiling with excitement.

"And your grandson?" I say, making it sound like more of a demand than a question.

"Oh Tobias… Excuse me… Four, she corrects herself before I have a chance to do it for her. I don't mind when my wife calls me by my given name or innocent bystanders that don't know better. But for her to say it, I feel that it isn't a right that she should have, "I understand the obligation you feel towards the boy-"

"Obligation? He is my son," I say, standing up straighter. How dare she?

"He isn't yours where it counts. Now Maddy, that little girl is a wonderful child…If only Tris would allow me some time to get to know her," she continues. "I'm afraid Tris and I can't get along." Oh jeez, I can't imagine why. "I had hoped we could be a family. That you could stay here... And I could be a part of your lives," she says. I have a feeling there is more to this than what she is letting on. But I decide to keep quiet, wondering where she could possibly be going with this. "Who knows, maybe one day you will find it in your heart to forgive me," she says, looking down into her mug. She is forever the victim, I see. She left me, yet I somehow need to be the one to feel bad for her?

"I don't know Evelyn-"

"To- Four, if it's about Tris and I, I'm sure we can come to some kind of understanding. I mean there are plenty of women here that would be dying to get one ounce of your attention. You don't have to settle for something less than you deserve." She says. What?

"Evelyn, enough already!" I say, trying, but failing to keep my voice calm. But I see that she will never give up and as she tries to continue to get a word in and she tries to say that my marriage is just a piece of paper. "I said That's Enough!" I yell out. I take a deep breath, composing myself. I know that these walls are paper thin, I won't scare my children because of her stupidity. "Let me make this perfectly clear to you. Tris is my wife, the love of my life… The mother of BOTH of my children. I will never leave my family Do I make myself perfectly clear?" I say, raising my voice towards the end. I want to make sure she hears me loud and clear. I won't have her speaking to me, my children, or my wife this way.

"Tobias-" She says. I can see it written all over her face. She won't give up, not until she gets her way.

"No! You left me, remember. You left and didn't give two shits about me to even look back. I helped put a man away for a crime that he obviously did not commit," I continue, gesturing with my finger towards the floor. I'm trying to remain as calm as possible, not wanting my anger to get too much out of control. "Now I'm on the run, because he wants to hurt not only me, but my family. That woman," I point towards the stairs towards the room that my family is in, "she knows me more than anyone in this world… She has been there for me through thick and thin. I love her just as much as she loves me… And that little boy may not be my blood but I love him, no matter what. He is my son, not because I felt some kind of obligation to adopt him, but because I love him as if he was my blood." It's this moment, right now, that I realize something that I knew all along, I'm better off, my family is better off without her in our lives. "You know what, I'm done," I say, throwing my hands up in the air. I rush up the stairs to the people that matter to me most in this world. Reassigned or not, we are leaving this place. My family doesn't need this crap. We have enough to deal with as it is and I'll be damned if someone like her tells me how to live my life or disrespects my family.

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