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Disclaimer- I don't own beyblade or song lyrics....yet
On with the story. This is the story before the whole stabbing thing and when I get to it again, I'll continue from where it left off.
In this fic, I assume that Enrique is 15 1) Because my character, Natalie is gonna be 15 in this too and yeah, I want them to be the same age. 2) Because I don't know his real age
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Chapter 2: When you look at me
It was a bright spring morning, the sun glared through the gaps in my blinds. It was our second week here in Rome, we had recently moved from Venice, I had to leave all my friends behind, and I wasn't too happy about it.
I rubbed my eyes as I pulled up the blinds to reveal even more sunshine and a cloudless sky. A perfect day for a new school. We had a hard time getting me into a school because they all thought that I was trouble here, that we'd had to move because I got expelled. It took two whole weeks to convince them and they accepted me yesterday. Very short notice, but we accepted it.
I gazed out the window for a few minutes, looking at the sights of Rome, we lived on the borders, so you could see all the countryside and I could just make out in the distance, a big mansion on a hill. It looked huge, even from this far away, I wonder who lives there? They must be pretty rich to afford a house that size. I was lost in my thoughts for a few more minutes when my mum called up the stairs:
"Natalie, are you ready yet? Hurry up, or you'll be late for school"
I grumbled, and slowly walked out into the hall, my bare feet made horrible slapping sounds on the wooden floor, when we moved in there had been no carpet, so we were going to have to live with it until we bought a new one. But it's not like we'd be living here for very long anyway, so it doesn't matter. The bathroom was at the other end of the hall and it took me ages to get there. I kept stopping because I was sure that I heard rats underneath those floorboards, or maybe I'm just paranoid.
25 minutes later, I was downstairs in the kitchen. I'm so glad that we didn't have to wear school uniform here, in some of the countries that we've lived in, you wouldn't believe what horrific uniform they make you wear. I'm glad that I can choose my own clothes at this school. I was wearing a plain white t-shirt today and beige shorts, nothing too outrageous; I don't really want to stand out.
My mum's way of greeting me in the morning, was to shove me a buttered roll and stand over me like a vulture, watching me swallow every mouth-full. Geez, did she think I was anorexic or something?
After I had finished my roll, I quickly gulped down a glass of water and got ready to leave
"Where do you think you're going?" My mum asked, frowning, hands on hips. She often did this, forgot where I was going, she has so many other things on her mind, I don't blame her.
"School, mum. I have to go or I'll be late," I said hurriedly, I picked up my now empty school bag and went out the front door, slamming it behind me before she could ask any questions.
I stepped out onto the pavement; a cool breeze threw my plaits around as I walked the route towards the town centre, then to the school. I impatiently brushed the loose hairs the wind had created back into place and continued walking. I passed an old tramp sitting on the bench, he was known around here as 'Old Tony' and apparently, he has been sitting on that bench for over 20 years now. He looked at me curiously as I walked past, I hurried on, not making eye-contact, you can never trust that sort of beggar.
The journey to the town centre took about 15 minutes; I caught glimpses of both beautiful flowerbeds and graffitied walls on the way there. When I finally arrived, I sat down on the fountain to rest for a minute, I hadn't got much exercise lately and I needed to get into the habit of doing more walking again.
I was about to leave when I heard a commotion over on the other side of the square.
"Girls! Girls! Wait! I didn't mean it, oh, please come back!"
There was a blond boy, who looked about my age, chasing after two girls, one blonde and one ginger, who both looked very stuck up. They were both grinning until he caught up to them and then they put on what they thought to be sad faces, but they weren't very good at it to say the least.
He seemed to be reasoning with them but all they did was moan. They were whinging and whining for what seemed like hours and obviously didn't get what they wanted from this boy because they walked off in a huff. He looked puzzled, shrugged his shoulders and walked towards the fountain.
I picked up my bag to leave, stood up and came face to face with him. He looked at me for a second, then broke out into a big smile
"Hey, gorgeous, where've you been all my life?" Oh my god. I didn't believe it that has got to be one of the worst chat up lines I have ever heard. Obviously, he had just been turned down and now he was trying to hit on me? I can't believe him.
I walked away, and looked back to see that he hadn't been talking to me at all, there was another girl who had been sitting near me, she was wearing loads of makeup and a mini-skirt. That's the sort of girl he likes, I felt so relieved. He was talking to her, not me, but that smile he has, it's gorgeous...... Uh oh, I'm going to be late if I hang around here any longer.
"Hey, how bout dinner tonight?" I heard him say as I ran off towards the school. A few seconds later, I heard a loud slapping noise, serves him right if you ask me. I only just made it through the doors as the bell went, that was close.
I made my way to the head-teacher's office through the cream-coloured corridors, everything was so plain here. The door was made of wood and had a bronze plaque on the door, bearing the head's name, 'Signor Granchio'. I gulped and knocked on the door. He called me in and sat me down on a chair. I glanced around the office, it was very tidy, nearly everything was made out of wood and all the paper work was in neat piles. Signor Granchio was quite a fat man, with a balding head; he had little round eyes and a small moustache. He looked friendly though, and talked to me like we were old friends although most of it was pointless questioning like
"Which city do you like better, Venice or Rome?", (I answered all his questions politely, but I was starting to get tired after a while) he showed me to my classroom and introduced me to my class.
"Buon giorno (Good morning)" The class said as I walked in, I hoped that was the only Italian that they'd be speaking because everywhere else I'd been, they'd spoken English and I don't know much Italian.
"Ummm, Hi" I said, nervous. I scanned the room and recognised two faces. The girls from the square. They were sitting at the back of the classroom, filing their nails and giggling furiously ever since I had walked in. They kept pointing at my clothes, obviously making rude comments, they were speaking in Italian, because the class kept laughing and the teacher looked as if she was scolding them.
"We will be very happy to have you here" Said the teacher, smiling at me "Don't mind this class, they always act like this when someone new comes, but they'll soon accept you" Accept me? Great, now I had to earn the respect of a whole class. Just what I need, pressure.
I was then shown a seat in the middle of the class and they continued with their lesson, maths. I had got all the books I needed earlier, in the head's office, but I didn't have anything to write with and I looked like a real fool just sitting there, not doing any work while the rest of the class got on with their equations. I put up my hand, but before the teacher turned around to notice, the girl next to me, gave me a pen. I thanked her and started work. It wasn't too hard.
The lesson was over quickly and it was break. Everyone crowded around my desk and introduced themselves. I was so confused; half of them had the same name. I found out that those girls were called Rosetta (ginger) and Bianca (blonde). I wanted to ask about the boy, but the other people were asking me so many questions, I felt like I was being interrogated, I didn't get the chance.
Break was over before I knew it and we were settling down for our next lesson, Science. We all stayed in the same classroom, which was good, there wasn't the fuss of moving around the school. 20 minutes into the lesson, he showed up. We were all working quietly when suddenly he burst into the classroom, wearing what seemed to be a Romeo costume, with two huge bouquets of roses, I was glad to see that he still had a pink hand-print on his face, from earlier. When he entered, all the girls in the class turned to face him, looking hopeful.
"For my Juliets" he cried out and threw them to Bianca and Rosetta. Disappointing everyone else. He then turned to face me and his blue eyes looked into mine for only a few seconds, I looked away. He's a desperate idiot.
They both squealed "Thank you Enrique-poo" and sat there gazing at the roses as he was escorted out of the classroom, complaining in a very loud voice. Shouldn't he be in classes anyway? Not out buying roses and disrupting our work. Ah, so Enrique is his name, I think I've heard that name somewhere before. I can't quite remember where though.
The rest of the school day passed quite un-eventfully, I made friends with the girl who lent me her pen earlier, she's called Jan. All the lessons were reasonably easy; I'd already covered all the work in some other country before, so I didn't have to think too much.
When the final bell went, I said goodbye to Jan and made my way home, avoiding the town square. Even though I didn't go to the town square, I kept seeing Enrique everywhere. Is he following me or something?
I passed 'Old Tony' on the way back, he was eating something that largely resembled a dead rat, so I hurried on.
"Hi Natalie, how was your day?" My mum asked as I walked into the house, "Your brother phoned earlier, he wanted to see how you were doing"
"Oh" I answered, not caring really, my brother, Hugo, had decided to leave us and live in some other country, so I was annoyed at him, my mum doesn't like us leaving the house, let alone the country. I have no reason to talk to him anymore.
I just walked upstairs and flopped on my bed. We had no homework, so I had nothing to do, what did they do here anyway? I looked out the window, there were some children skipping in the street and a teen went past on a motorbike. It looked like I had nothing to do. I know, I'll just go look around town, see what there is. I had been here for a while, but I've never actually seen the whole town. I wonder if Enrique will be there, it's quite comical watching his desperate attempts to impress those girls.
My mum was sitting at the kitchen table. Damn, now I can't get away without her noticing.
"Is that you?" She called out, looking up from her cup of tea.
I knew that I couldn't not answer "Yes" I said, rather regretfully, knowing now that I'd have to listen to one of her 'stories'.
Two hours later, she still hadn't finished and it was too late to go out now, everything would be shut by now. I made up a quick excuse to get away, I needed to practice beyblading. Don't get me wrong, it's good and everything, but it's for kids. Really little kids, but anything to get away from her terrible stories.
I went out to the back garden, it was quite big, but a little over-grown. The fence was quite low down, So people could see into our garden, I didn't like coming out here.
I went to the shed at the end of the garden, and took out my beyblade. I blew the dust off it's lilac exterior, I hadn't used it in years. I went over to the empty pond, it would make do for a dish. I was about to launch my beyblade, when a voice shouted out
"Hey there" I turned around, it was him. Standing there, leaning against the fence, the sun was glaring in his eyes, making him squint, and his hair was blowing in his face, he thinks that he's soooooo fit, but he just isn't. "You beyblade?" He asked.
"Yes" I replied, frostily. Knowing what was coming next
"Do you wanna go for a spin?" Enrique asked, looking at me through squinty eyes.
"Alright then" I replied, hoping to beat him. That way maybe he'd stop bothering me. He hopped over the fence, out of the sun and took out a huge shield and a sword from an expensive looking bag he was carrying. On closer inspection, I saw that the shield was actually a launcher and the sword a ripcord.
"Hope you know what you're in for" He gloated, eyes shining. I sighed, I had heard that so many times before. Just because I'm a girl, they think they can beat me, well I'll show him.
"3-2-1 let it rip!" We said simultaneously and my beyblade landed in the middle of the 'dish', Enrique's on the outside. His beyblade drew in closer, for an attack, but I dodged it.
"It's time to turn up the heat. Amphillyon, come out!" He shouted, attracting attention of quite a few passers by. A huge orangey-red bit beast flew up out of his beyblade. It resembled a dragon, but had a head on its tail as well as its original head. It then launched a series of furious attacks on my beyblade.
"Wow, you're bit-beast is impressive, Enrique" As I said that, he had a little smug smile on his face. Ugh, he is so stuck-up. "But so is mine, Peacoklia emerge" My bit-beast, a small, but powerful Peacock came out of my blade. It had a purple aura around it and took no time in defeating Enrique.
"Wow, you're good" Enrique said, sincerely. "It's not often that people can beat Amphillyon. I'm impressed. See ya!" He picked up his beyblade, jumped back over the fence, turned around, winked at me and walked off.
Maybe he'll stop following me now. I walked back into the house and just as I suspected, questions just kept pouring out of my mum's mouth
"Who as that? Why were they in our garden? Do you know them? Was it a boy? It was! Your boyfriend perhaps? Is there something you're not telling me? Natalie? Answer"
What is her problem?
"It was somebody from school who challenged me to a beybattle. Yes it was a boy, but they're not my boyfriend. No way. I'm not keeping anything from you mum, I'm tired, I'm going to sleep now." I went upstairs and just lay on my bed thinking. Until I was interrupted by my mum bringing dinner up to my room.
"Here you go, now make sure that you get lots of sleep and eat all of your food" she then went downstairs. What's she bought up? Pasta again. Seriously, I don't know how people here can survive. I went into the toilet and threw the pasta down, and luckily it flushed all the pasta away. I wasn't hungry, but my mum would get worried if I didn't 'eat' my dinner, so I couldn't just leave it.
Later, when I finally got to sleep, after laying there for hours, my dreams were Enrique-free.
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How d'you like it? Yeah I know, it's not very romantic yet, but I'm, getting to it ok? I need to set the scene first.
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Disclaimer- I don't own beyblade or song lyrics....yet
On with the story. This is the story before the whole stabbing thing and when I get to it again, I'll continue from where it left off.
In this fic, I assume that Enrique is 15 1) Because my character, Natalie is gonna be 15 in this too and yeah, I want them to be the same age. 2) Because I don't know his real age
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Chapter 2: When you look at me
It was a bright spring morning, the sun glared through the gaps in my blinds. It was our second week here in Rome, we had recently moved from Venice, I had to leave all my friends behind, and I wasn't too happy about it.
I rubbed my eyes as I pulled up the blinds to reveal even more sunshine and a cloudless sky. A perfect day for a new school. We had a hard time getting me into a school because they all thought that I was trouble here, that we'd had to move because I got expelled. It took two whole weeks to convince them and they accepted me yesterday. Very short notice, but we accepted it.
I gazed out the window for a few minutes, looking at the sights of Rome, we lived on the borders, so you could see all the countryside and I could just make out in the distance, a big mansion on a hill. It looked huge, even from this far away, I wonder who lives there? They must be pretty rich to afford a house that size. I was lost in my thoughts for a few more minutes when my mum called up the stairs:
"Natalie, are you ready yet? Hurry up, or you'll be late for school"
I grumbled, and slowly walked out into the hall, my bare feet made horrible slapping sounds on the wooden floor, when we moved in there had been no carpet, so we were going to have to live with it until we bought a new one. But it's not like we'd be living here for very long anyway, so it doesn't matter. The bathroom was at the other end of the hall and it took me ages to get there. I kept stopping because I was sure that I heard rats underneath those floorboards, or maybe I'm just paranoid.
25 minutes later, I was downstairs in the kitchen. I'm so glad that we didn't have to wear school uniform here, in some of the countries that we've lived in, you wouldn't believe what horrific uniform they make you wear. I'm glad that I can choose my own clothes at this school. I was wearing a plain white t-shirt today and beige shorts, nothing too outrageous; I don't really want to stand out.
My mum's way of greeting me in the morning, was to shove me a buttered roll and stand over me like a vulture, watching me swallow every mouth-full. Geez, did she think I was anorexic or something?
After I had finished my roll, I quickly gulped down a glass of water and got ready to leave
"Where do you think you're going?" My mum asked, frowning, hands on hips. She often did this, forgot where I was going, she has so many other things on her mind, I don't blame her.
"School, mum. I have to go or I'll be late," I said hurriedly, I picked up my now empty school bag and went out the front door, slamming it behind me before she could ask any questions.
I stepped out onto the pavement; a cool breeze threw my plaits around as I walked the route towards the town centre, then to the school. I impatiently brushed the loose hairs the wind had created back into place and continued walking. I passed an old tramp sitting on the bench, he was known around here as 'Old Tony' and apparently, he has been sitting on that bench for over 20 years now. He looked at me curiously as I walked past, I hurried on, not making eye-contact, you can never trust that sort of beggar.
The journey to the town centre took about 15 minutes; I caught glimpses of both beautiful flowerbeds and graffitied walls on the way there. When I finally arrived, I sat down on the fountain to rest for a minute, I hadn't got much exercise lately and I needed to get into the habit of doing more walking again.
I was about to leave when I heard a commotion over on the other side of the square.
"Girls! Girls! Wait! I didn't mean it, oh, please come back!"
There was a blond boy, who looked about my age, chasing after two girls, one blonde and one ginger, who both looked very stuck up. They were both grinning until he caught up to them and then they put on what they thought to be sad faces, but they weren't very good at it to say the least.
He seemed to be reasoning with them but all they did was moan. They were whinging and whining for what seemed like hours and obviously didn't get what they wanted from this boy because they walked off in a huff. He looked puzzled, shrugged his shoulders and walked towards the fountain.
I picked up my bag to leave, stood up and came face to face with him. He looked at me for a second, then broke out into a big smile
"Hey, gorgeous, where've you been all my life?" Oh my god. I didn't believe it that has got to be one of the worst chat up lines I have ever heard. Obviously, he had just been turned down and now he was trying to hit on me? I can't believe him.
I walked away, and looked back to see that he hadn't been talking to me at all, there was another girl who had been sitting near me, she was wearing loads of makeup and a mini-skirt. That's the sort of girl he likes, I felt so relieved. He was talking to her, not me, but that smile he has, it's gorgeous...... Uh oh, I'm going to be late if I hang around here any longer.
"Hey, how bout dinner tonight?" I heard him say as I ran off towards the school. A few seconds later, I heard a loud slapping noise, serves him right if you ask me. I only just made it through the doors as the bell went, that was close.
I made my way to the head-teacher's office through the cream-coloured corridors, everything was so plain here. The door was made of wood and had a bronze plaque on the door, bearing the head's name, 'Signor Granchio'. I gulped and knocked on the door. He called me in and sat me down on a chair. I glanced around the office, it was very tidy, nearly everything was made out of wood and all the paper work was in neat piles. Signor Granchio was quite a fat man, with a balding head; he had little round eyes and a small moustache. He looked friendly though, and talked to me like we were old friends although most of it was pointless questioning like
"Which city do you like better, Venice or Rome?", (I answered all his questions politely, but I was starting to get tired after a while) he showed me to my classroom and introduced me to my class.
"Buon giorno (Good morning)" The class said as I walked in, I hoped that was the only Italian that they'd be speaking because everywhere else I'd been, they'd spoken English and I don't know much Italian.
"Ummm, Hi" I said, nervous. I scanned the room and recognised two faces. The girls from the square. They were sitting at the back of the classroom, filing their nails and giggling furiously ever since I had walked in. They kept pointing at my clothes, obviously making rude comments, they were speaking in Italian, because the class kept laughing and the teacher looked as if she was scolding them.
"We will be very happy to have you here" Said the teacher, smiling at me "Don't mind this class, they always act like this when someone new comes, but they'll soon accept you" Accept me? Great, now I had to earn the respect of a whole class. Just what I need, pressure.
I was then shown a seat in the middle of the class and they continued with their lesson, maths. I had got all the books I needed earlier, in the head's office, but I didn't have anything to write with and I looked like a real fool just sitting there, not doing any work while the rest of the class got on with their equations. I put up my hand, but before the teacher turned around to notice, the girl next to me, gave me a pen. I thanked her and started work. It wasn't too hard.
The lesson was over quickly and it was break. Everyone crowded around my desk and introduced themselves. I was so confused; half of them had the same name. I found out that those girls were called Rosetta (ginger) and Bianca (blonde). I wanted to ask about the boy, but the other people were asking me so many questions, I felt like I was being interrogated, I didn't get the chance.
Break was over before I knew it and we were settling down for our next lesson, Science. We all stayed in the same classroom, which was good, there wasn't the fuss of moving around the school. 20 minutes into the lesson, he showed up. We were all working quietly when suddenly he burst into the classroom, wearing what seemed to be a Romeo costume, with two huge bouquets of roses, I was glad to see that he still had a pink hand-print on his face, from earlier. When he entered, all the girls in the class turned to face him, looking hopeful.
"For my Juliets" he cried out and threw them to Bianca and Rosetta. Disappointing everyone else. He then turned to face me and his blue eyes looked into mine for only a few seconds, I looked away. He's a desperate idiot.
They both squealed "Thank you Enrique-poo" and sat there gazing at the roses as he was escorted out of the classroom, complaining in a very loud voice. Shouldn't he be in classes anyway? Not out buying roses and disrupting our work. Ah, so Enrique is his name, I think I've heard that name somewhere before. I can't quite remember where though.
The rest of the school day passed quite un-eventfully, I made friends with the girl who lent me her pen earlier, she's called Jan. All the lessons were reasonably easy; I'd already covered all the work in some other country before, so I didn't have to think too much.
When the final bell went, I said goodbye to Jan and made my way home, avoiding the town square. Even though I didn't go to the town square, I kept seeing Enrique everywhere. Is he following me or something?
I passed 'Old Tony' on the way back, he was eating something that largely resembled a dead rat, so I hurried on.
"Hi Natalie, how was your day?" My mum asked as I walked into the house, "Your brother phoned earlier, he wanted to see how you were doing"
"Oh" I answered, not caring really, my brother, Hugo, had decided to leave us and live in some other country, so I was annoyed at him, my mum doesn't like us leaving the house, let alone the country. I have no reason to talk to him anymore.
I just walked upstairs and flopped on my bed. We had no homework, so I had nothing to do, what did they do here anyway? I looked out the window, there were some children skipping in the street and a teen went past on a motorbike. It looked like I had nothing to do. I know, I'll just go look around town, see what there is. I had been here for a while, but I've never actually seen the whole town. I wonder if Enrique will be there, it's quite comical watching his desperate attempts to impress those girls.
My mum was sitting at the kitchen table. Damn, now I can't get away without her noticing.
"Is that you?" She called out, looking up from her cup of tea.
I knew that I couldn't not answer "Yes" I said, rather regretfully, knowing now that I'd have to listen to one of her 'stories'.
Two hours later, she still hadn't finished and it was too late to go out now, everything would be shut by now. I made up a quick excuse to get away, I needed to practice beyblading. Don't get me wrong, it's good and everything, but it's for kids. Really little kids, but anything to get away from her terrible stories.
I went out to the back garden, it was quite big, but a little over-grown. The fence was quite low down, So people could see into our garden, I didn't like coming out here.
I went to the shed at the end of the garden, and took out my beyblade. I blew the dust off it's lilac exterior, I hadn't used it in years. I went over to the empty pond, it would make do for a dish. I was about to launch my beyblade, when a voice shouted out
"Hey there" I turned around, it was him. Standing there, leaning against the fence, the sun was glaring in his eyes, making him squint, and his hair was blowing in his face, he thinks that he's soooooo fit, but he just isn't. "You beyblade?" He asked.
"Yes" I replied, frostily. Knowing what was coming next
"Do you wanna go for a spin?" Enrique asked, looking at me through squinty eyes.
"Alright then" I replied, hoping to beat him. That way maybe he'd stop bothering me. He hopped over the fence, out of the sun and took out a huge shield and a sword from an expensive looking bag he was carrying. On closer inspection, I saw that the shield was actually a launcher and the sword a ripcord.
"Hope you know what you're in for" He gloated, eyes shining. I sighed, I had heard that so many times before. Just because I'm a girl, they think they can beat me, well I'll show him.
"3-2-1 let it rip!" We said simultaneously and my beyblade landed in the middle of the 'dish', Enrique's on the outside. His beyblade drew in closer, for an attack, but I dodged it.
"It's time to turn up the heat. Amphillyon, come out!" He shouted, attracting attention of quite a few passers by. A huge orangey-red bit beast flew up out of his beyblade. It resembled a dragon, but had a head on its tail as well as its original head. It then launched a series of furious attacks on my beyblade.
"Wow, you're bit-beast is impressive, Enrique" As I said that, he had a little smug smile on his face. Ugh, he is so stuck-up. "But so is mine, Peacoklia emerge" My bit-beast, a small, but powerful Peacock came out of my blade. It had a purple aura around it and took no time in defeating Enrique.
"Wow, you're good" Enrique said, sincerely. "It's not often that people can beat Amphillyon. I'm impressed. See ya!" He picked up his beyblade, jumped back over the fence, turned around, winked at me and walked off.
Maybe he'll stop following me now. I walked back into the house and just as I suspected, questions just kept pouring out of my mum's mouth
"Who as that? Why were they in our garden? Do you know them? Was it a boy? It was! Your boyfriend perhaps? Is there something you're not telling me? Natalie? Answer"
What is her problem?
"It was somebody from school who challenged me to a beybattle. Yes it was a boy, but they're not my boyfriend. No way. I'm not keeping anything from you mum, I'm tired, I'm going to sleep now." I went upstairs and just lay on my bed thinking. Until I was interrupted by my mum bringing dinner up to my room.
"Here you go, now make sure that you get lots of sleep and eat all of your food" she then went downstairs. What's she bought up? Pasta again. Seriously, I don't know how people here can survive. I went into the toilet and threw the pasta down, and luckily it flushed all the pasta away. I wasn't hungry, but my mum would get worried if I didn't 'eat' my dinner, so I couldn't just leave it.
Later, when I finally got to sleep, after laying there for hours, my dreams were Enrique-free.
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How d'you like it? Yeah I know, it's not very romantic yet, but I'm, getting to it ok? I need to set the scene first.
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