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Notes from the Authoress: Hey guys! Ellie her, back with the lovely, the beautiful, CHAPTER 16!!! That was quite the drum roll moment. Anyways, before I actually say anything of true meaning, I would like to take a second out to apologize profusely to those of you who didn't like chapters thirteen and fourteen, I didn't mean to offend anyone's views on the parents, I think you might find this chapter slightly redeeming, I kind of reconsidered myself afterwards. But for people who are going to leave just nasty flames, I'd like to ask you to think before you write so that you might consider who you may be hurting in the process, ok? I'll try to make you all happy this time.
Now, reverting back to the former subject. I saw 50 First Dates this weekend!!! SEAN ASTIN IS MY HERO! He is incredibly brave for taking on a rather embarrassing role like that. Drew Barrymore and Adam Sandler were hilarious as well. I'd definitely recommend it. Also, I'd like to dedicate this chapter to Jetso, Nitya, Kalie, Sandra and Kristina. You guys are great!! So read, review and most of all ENJOY!!!
I LOVE YOU ALL
~Ellie~
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The next two days in the Darling household were the two most unbearable days Wendy had ever been forced to endure. There was a clipped silence between the entire family. No one really spoke to one another, and they minded their own business and made their own wedding preparations separately.
The only substantial noise in that period was the clatter of the boys when they ate, but most of the time they were all whispers, wondering why there was such a rift between Wendy and her parents all of the sudden. Of course, it was with good reason seeing as Wendy hadn't spoken to either of them in two days.
Wendy had taken it upon herself to indulge John in what had come to pass after Peter had left, and they had both shed a tear or two. In fact, after that night, John and Wendy remained the only older family members still talking, though mostly in the sanctuary of their bedrooms.
Wendy had come to John more than once in those two days, usually in tears after sitting in silence at a meal with her family, or passing them in the hallway and avoiding eye contact. To think that these days were two of the four days left leading up to her wedding day! The younger boys often heard hushed voices coming from behind the closed doors of Wendy's room.
It was one such time when Wendy almost completely lost it.
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On the late afternoon of the second day, Wendy was summoned for tea in the parlor. This was a normalcy, but her parents had cancelled teatime the day before because they were both looking as though they were one of the living dead.
Now, teatime was considered a rather formal event, and it was expected that the guests were to wear something rather nice. Wendy, having been drained and tired for the last day and half, had been wearing her nightgown and robe, and had kept her hair loose, mostly to spite her mother. She still hadn't been able to locate the kiss in her parents' room; she looked often when they went out on errands and such.
Being summoned for tea meant that she had to change from her present lethargic state, and put on a.... corset.
Wendy sat in her room, staring evilly at the dress that had been laid out for her. It wasn't that the dress wasn't pretty, but it had a bloody corset! Every single dress she had worn since age fourteen had had a corset; she was so tired of it!
She considered spiting her parents yet again, and coming down to tea in her dressing gown, but she shuddered when she thought of the retribution she might receive for that. She already received little glances from her parents; she couldn't tell whether they were meant to be angry, disgusted, or pitying glances.
'Well, no use arguing with myself now is there?' she thought candidly, and resignedly slipped out of her robe and proceeded to squeeze into the dress. The dress was a white skirted one, with a black bodice and a lacy collar. It was a very conservative choice on her mother's part. Before she had arranged the engagement, Mrs. Darling had chosen dresses without collars and smaller sleeves, so as to try to attract the attention to Wendy's better assets at parties and such, so as to impress potential suitors. You might even call the dresses that she wore slightly seductive.
After she had been engaged, the dresses had been slightly more conservative, except for the party ones, which were meant solely to impress family and new relations.
The dreaded corset became tighter and tighter, until Wendy only had enough space to inhale small, petite breaths that were common to a young lady. The corset did its job, though. It gave her figure an hourglass look, which apparently people found attractive.
'Attractive on a dead person,' Wendy thought bitterly, sweeping her hair into a slightly disheveled bun. She caught a look of herself in the mirror and noticed her face had taken on a pale, pallor look. She almost considered not wearing makeup because she was simply too lazy to put it on, but then decided to brighten up her face to try and convince her parents that she was fine; that she wasn't suffering.
A bit of rouge, some light lip color, just some things to make her face look less sunken and tired, and more rosy and fresh. This would give the illusion that she was well rested, though she could barely move, she had been so sleep deprived.
A gust of icy winter wind hit her face, and she shivered, turning and walking over to the window so that she could close it. She put her hands on the window and gasped. She had almost closed it! There wasn't any way she was going to do that again, not after Peter had said he would come back to her. She knew he would. He just had to.
She exited her room hurriedly, not looking back at the window. Her lonely steps echoed through the hall, and she looked at the pictures lining it. Pictures of her, her brother, her parents, the whole family....they all looked so happy. It brought tears to her eyes when she realized that her family would never again be the same happy, loving unit that they once were. She could almost see all the warm smiles in the pictures turn to frowns, and their lit-up eyes become gray and cloudy. She shook her head. No - still the same, happy pictures.
It was teatime.
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"Mother, Father," Wendy said upon entering the parlor, curtsying politely. Her mother and father nodded in return, and her mother motioned for her to take a seat in the red armchair next the sofa. She did so, sitting delicately, her emaciated figure looking like a wilted flower trying its best to stay upright so it can impress its owner just one more day before they are thrown away.
"Tea?" Mr. Darling asked, and filled the three teacups sitting on the table next to the plate of little cakes. He proceeded with shaking hands to put a sugar in each cup.
The three took a cup and began to drink in silence, smiling at one another politely every once in awhile. The silence was just unbearable. It was worse than being yelled at; at least it seemed that way to Wendy. Then again, her parents seemed to be enjoying themselves just fine.
The tea went on this way for about ten minutes, until finally Mrs. Darling set down her teacup with unexpected force.
"Wendy," she said seriously. "You weren't just called down here for tea, I'm sure you've come to that conclusion. You're here so that we can all talk about what's happened in the last few days. There are a lot of things we need to get out into the open."
Wendy looked down at her lap, and saw her hands were shaking in them. She had been rather afraid that this would happen. "What is there to say, mother?"
"Well, first of all, your father knows that you were drinking. I told him afterwards. That's a problem we're going to deal with later, though. First and foremost, I think apologies are in order from both your father and I. The way we've both acted in the past few days has just been atrocious, and I regret almost every word that I've said, or lack thereof."
Wendy smiled at this, and her parents' tense faces relaxed a bit at her amusement. Her mother continued. "Especially the way I acted when I came into your room two nights ago. I'm just kicking myself for that every second of the day....it's just that when your father came back so upset because he felt so bad....something inside me just snapped. That's been a real problem lately; I think I just need to admit that to myself." Mrs. Darling now had tears in her eyes.
"Wendy, please forgive me. I want you to have this back; I shouldn't have taken it in the first place." She took a chain from the table, and Wendy gasped when she saw it was her kiss. She grabbed for it all too quickly, and her mother looked rather surprised at her earnestness. She quickly fastened it around her neck, and sighed a great inward sigh of relief. She had felt absolutely naked without it, and being able to wear it again was a blessing.
"Now," said her father in a slightly more commanding tone. "I don't regret making that Pan boy leave. I think he was just stirring up trouble in this family. Most of this is his fault."
Wendy opened her mouth the protest, but thought better of it. The more submissive she was, the less suspicious her parents would be, making it easier for Peter to come back....if he did.
'Shush, you idiot, of course he'll come back. Don't worry your self over this,' a voice inside her head snapped at her. So she smiled weakly at her father, and nodded.
"Alright then, that matter settled. Now, about this drinking thing....what's that all about? How could you drink, never mind steal from me?"
Wendy went a little pale, and made up an excuse on the spot. "I'm so sorry, father. I was just feeling so lost, I thought maybe it would help....now I know it won't, I promise it won't happen again," she lied forcefully.
Her father gave her a beaming smile.
"I knew we could solve this if we just sat down and talked this out," he cried, and held open his arms.
Wendy went over to her father and embraced him, tears in her eyes. She in turn embraced her mother, and when she pulled away, the smiling, relieved faces of her family greeted her. She couldn't look at her mother the same way, though. Everything that she had said had just sounded so fake to her. She could pretend that everything was ok now.
"Wendy, promise me you'll marry Edward. It's going to save the family, and I think that you'll be so happy."
Wendy's smile fell. She felt a lump rise in her throat, and at that moment she just wanted to cry and tell them that she couldn't, she wouldn't. But she couldn't bear to see her poor father's genuine smile dashed, so out of guilt she nodded.
"I will," she said, and her parents embraced her once again.
Never had Wendy wanted more for Peter to come through the window and take her away forever. She had to believe that he'd come back for her, that she wouldn't have to marry Edward. Then she could say yes to her parents with a smile.
"Well teatime's about over now," she said, smiling falsely. "I'll just be going now...."
Not able to look at her parent's faces without being loaded with anger and guilt she walked from the room as quickly as possible, and made her way to the only person she could trust now.
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Mrs. Darling turned to George. "I've never seen such a display of lying in my life. I can't believe it! Even after I apologized and meant it! I really just want my old Wendy back; the one who I love so much and would never hurt her family." Tears were running down her cheeks - she was a pitiful sight indeed.
"I don't think she was lying, my love," Mr. Darling said, and Mrs. Darling looked at him sharply.
"I'll decide how my daughter feels, thank you! It's a woman-to-woman sense, trust me. She wasn't lying to you, but without a doubt she was lying to me. Whatever, at least she's agreed to hold up her engagement without a fight."
Mr. Darling looked at her, bewildered. He would never understand women.
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"John!"
Wendy threw the door to the nursery open, and all the boys in the nursery froze.
"Oy, Wendy, how are ya m'lady? Care to tell us a story or two?" Slightly asked, brandishing a wooden cutlass. Wendy smiled and shook her head, walking over to John. She ruffled Slightly's hair, and motioned for John to follow her out of the room. He complied.
"I'll be right back, pirates! Don't kill Hook just yet, I want him for myself!"
As the door closed they heard the resounding cheers of the boys as they did exactly the opposite of what John requested, and rushed at Tootles, who had taken on the role of Hook.
They laughed, and walked to Wendy's room together.
Once they were in her room, they went and sat on the bed, facing each other Indian style.
"Sooo," John began. "How was tea?"
At that point, Wendy broke down. She began to sob, and John patted her on the shoulder, not really knowing what to do.
"There, there," he said awkwardly. "What happened down there?"
Wendy told him the whole story, and John just sat and listened intently, like a good brother should. At the end he seriously considered telling Wendy about his encounter with Peter the night before, but kept to his decision to surprise her on her wedding day. Unfortunately, he wasn't really sure how it was going to happen. He was still without any substantial plan. He had to think of one, and soon.
"I'm sorry, Wendy."
"But John, you don't understand! I only said yes because I was convinced that Peter's going to come back.....but what if he doesn't? What if he went back to Neverland or....or he got lost in London or something? He's never been anywhere in London, he could very well be dead!" she sniffed, wiping tears away from her face.
John's heart went out to his desolate sister; he really had to hold his tongue.
"Wendy, Peter will come back. Never stop believing that, because when you do....he won't come back. Believe, and he'll return." He gave Wendy an encouraging smile, and she grinned widely.
"Oh John! You are truly the most wonderful brother a girl could ask for!" she cried, and pulled John into a huge embrace, which John found very awkward, and remained stiff as a board until she pulled away, smiling.
"No one inspires me like you," she said.
John gulped.
He really had to think of an idea, didn't he now?
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Afterthoughts: Ok, I love John! I didn't feel like he had a big enough part in the movie, so I wanted to emphasize his presence in this one. I hope you all like this chapter, even the people who were kind enough to flame me! I worked very, very hard on this chapter to make sure it wasn't ridiculous and that it was enjoyable. Please, please enjoy it!! Sorry, beggar moment there.
I'll be back soon with chapter 17!!! Please be patient!!! MWAH!!
I LOVE YOU ALL
~Ellie~
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Notes from the Authoress: Hey guys! Ellie her, back with the lovely, the beautiful, CHAPTER 16!!! That was quite the drum roll moment. Anyways, before I actually say anything of true meaning, I would like to take a second out to apologize profusely to those of you who didn't like chapters thirteen and fourteen, I didn't mean to offend anyone's views on the parents, I think you might find this chapter slightly redeeming, I kind of reconsidered myself afterwards. But for people who are going to leave just nasty flames, I'd like to ask you to think before you write so that you might consider who you may be hurting in the process, ok? I'll try to make you all happy this time.
Now, reverting back to the former subject. I saw 50 First Dates this weekend!!! SEAN ASTIN IS MY HERO! He is incredibly brave for taking on a rather embarrassing role like that. Drew Barrymore and Adam Sandler were hilarious as well. I'd definitely recommend it. Also, I'd like to dedicate this chapter to Jetso, Nitya, Kalie, Sandra and Kristina. You guys are great!! So read, review and most of all ENJOY!!!
I LOVE YOU ALL
~Ellie~
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The next two days in the Darling household were the two most unbearable days Wendy had ever been forced to endure. There was a clipped silence between the entire family. No one really spoke to one another, and they minded their own business and made their own wedding preparations separately.
The only substantial noise in that period was the clatter of the boys when they ate, but most of the time they were all whispers, wondering why there was such a rift between Wendy and her parents all of the sudden. Of course, it was with good reason seeing as Wendy hadn't spoken to either of them in two days.
Wendy had taken it upon herself to indulge John in what had come to pass after Peter had left, and they had both shed a tear or two. In fact, after that night, John and Wendy remained the only older family members still talking, though mostly in the sanctuary of their bedrooms.
Wendy had come to John more than once in those two days, usually in tears after sitting in silence at a meal with her family, or passing them in the hallway and avoiding eye contact. To think that these days were two of the four days left leading up to her wedding day! The younger boys often heard hushed voices coming from behind the closed doors of Wendy's room.
It was one such time when Wendy almost completely lost it.
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On the late afternoon of the second day, Wendy was summoned for tea in the parlor. This was a normalcy, but her parents had cancelled teatime the day before because they were both looking as though they were one of the living dead.
Now, teatime was considered a rather formal event, and it was expected that the guests were to wear something rather nice. Wendy, having been drained and tired for the last day and half, had been wearing her nightgown and robe, and had kept her hair loose, mostly to spite her mother. She still hadn't been able to locate the kiss in her parents' room; she looked often when they went out on errands and such.
Being summoned for tea meant that she had to change from her present lethargic state, and put on a.... corset.
Wendy sat in her room, staring evilly at the dress that had been laid out for her. It wasn't that the dress wasn't pretty, but it had a bloody corset! Every single dress she had worn since age fourteen had had a corset; she was so tired of it!
She considered spiting her parents yet again, and coming down to tea in her dressing gown, but she shuddered when she thought of the retribution she might receive for that. She already received little glances from her parents; she couldn't tell whether they were meant to be angry, disgusted, or pitying glances.
'Well, no use arguing with myself now is there?' she thought candidly, and resignedly slipped out of her robe and proceeded to squeeze into the dress. The dress was a white skirted one, with a black bodice and a lacy collar. It was a very conservative choice on her mother's part. Before she had arranged the engagement, Mrs. Darling had chosen dresses without collars and smaller sleeves, so as to try to attract the attention to Wendy's better assets at parties and such, so as to impress potential suitors. You might even call the dresses that she wore slightly seductive.
After she had been engaged, the dresses had been slightly more conservative, except for the party ones, which were meant solely to impress family and new relations.
The dreaded corset became tighter and tighter, until Wendy only had enough space to inhale small, petite breaths that were common to a young lady. The corset did its job, though. It gave her figure an hourglass look, which apparently people found attractive.
'Attractive on a dead person,' Wendy thought bitterly, sweeping her hair into a slightly disheveled bun. She caught a look of herself in the mirror and noticed her face had taken on a pale, pallor look. She almost considered not wearing makeup because she was simply too lazy to put it on, but then decided to brighten up her face to try and convince her parents that she was fine; that she wasn't suffering.
A bit of rouge, some light lip color, just some things to make her face look less sunken and tired, and more rosy and fresh. This would give the illusion that she was well rested, though she could barely move, she had been so sleep deprived.
A gust of icy winter wind hit her face, and she shivered, turning and walking over to the window so that she could close it. She put her hands on the window and gasped. She had almost closed it! There wasn't any way she was going to do that again, not after Peter had said he would come back to her. She knew he would. He just had to.
She exited her room hurriedly, not looking back at the window. Her lonely steps echoed through the hall, and she looked at the pictures lining it. Pictures of her, her brother, her parents, the whole family....they all looked so happy. It brought tears to her eyes when she realized that her family would never again be the same happy, loving unit that they once were. She could almost see all the warm smiles in the pictures turn to frowns, and their lit-up eyes become gray and cloudy. She shook her head. No - still the same, happy pictures.
It was teatime.
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"Mother, Father," Wendy said upon entering the parlor, curtsying politely. Her mother and father nodded in return, and her mother motioned for her to take a seat in the red armchair next the sofa. She did so, sitting delicately, her emaciated figure looking like a wilted flower trying its best to stay upright so it can impress its owner just one more day before they are thrown away.
"Tea?" Mr. Darling asked, and filled the three teacups sitting on the table next to the plate of little cakes. He proceeded with shaking hands to put a sugar in each cup.
The three took a cup and began to drink in silence, smiling at one another politely every once in awhile. The silence was just unbearable. It was worse than being yelled at; at least it seemed that way to Wendy. Then again, her parents seemed to be enjoying themselves just fine.
The tea went on this way for about ten minutes, until finally Mrs. Darling set down her teacup with unexpected force.
"Wendy," she said seriously. "You weren't just called down here for tea, I'm sure you've come to that conclusion. You're here so that we can all talk about what's happened in the last few days. There are a lot of things we need to get out into the open."
Wendy looked down at her lap, and saw her hands were shaking in them. She had been rather afraid that this would happen. "What is there to say, mother?"
"Well, first of all, your father knows that you were drinking. I told him afterwards. That's a problem we're going to deal with later, though. First and foremost, I think apologies are in order from both your father and I. The way we've both acted in the past few days has just been atrocious, and I regret almost every word that I've said, or lack thereof."
Wendy smiled at this, and her parents' tense faces relaxed a bit at her amusement. Her mother continued. "Especially the way I acted when I came into your room two nights ago. I'm just kicking myself for that every second of the day....it's just that when your father came back so upset because he felt so bad....something inside me just snapped. That's been a real problem lately; I think I just need to admit that to myself." Mrs. Darling now had tears in her eyes.
"Wendy, please forgive me. I want you to have this back; I shouldn't have taken it in the first place." She took a chain from the table, and Wendy gasped when she saw it was her kiss. She grabbed for it all too quickly, and her mother looked rather surprised at her earnestness. She quickly fastened it around her neck, and sighed a great inward sigh of relief. She had felt absolutely naked without it, and being able to wear it again was a blessing.
"Now," said her father in a slightly more commanding tone. "I don't regret making that Pan boy leave. I think he was just stirring up trouble in this family. Most of this is his fault."
Wendy opened her mouth the protest, but thought better of it. The more submissive she was, the less suspicious her parents would be, making it easier for Peter to come back....if he did.
'Shush, you idiot, of course he'll come back. Don't worry your self over this,' a voice inside her head snapped at her. So she smiled weakly at her father, and nodded.
"Alright then, that matter settled. Now, about this drinking thing....what's that all about? How could you drink, never mind steal from me?"
Wendy went a little pale, and made up an excuse on the spot. "I'm so sorry, father. I was just feeling so lost, I thought maybe it would help....now I know it won't, I promise it won't happen again," she lied forcefully.
Her father gave her a beaming smile.
"I knew we could solve this if we just sat down and talked this out," he cried, and held open his arms.
Wendy went over to her father and embraced him, tears in her eyes. She in turn embraced her mother, and when she pulled away, the smiling, relieved faces of her family greeted her. She couldn't look at her mother the same way, though. Everything that she had said had just sounded so fake to her. She could pretend that everything was ok now.
"Wendy, promise me you'll marry Edward. It's going to save the family, and I think that you'll be so happy."
Wendy's smile fell. She felt a lump rise in her throat, and at that moment she just wanted to cry and tell them that she couldn't, she wouldn't. But she couldn't bear to see her poor father's genuine smile dashed, so out of guilt she nodded.
"I will," she said, and her parents embraced her once again.
Never had Wendy wanted more for Peter to come through the window and take her away forever. She had to believe that he'd come back for her, that she wouldn't have to marry Edward. Then she could say yes to her parents with a smile.
"Well teatime's about over now," she said, smiling falsely. "I'll just be going now...."
Not able to look at her parent's faces without being loaded with anger and guilt she walked from the room as quickly as possible, and made her way to the only person she could trust now.
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Mrs. Darling turned to George. "I've never seen such a display of lying in my life. I can't believe it! Even after I apologized and meant it! I really just want my old Wendy back; the one who I love so much and would never hurt her family." Tears were running down her cheeks - she was a pitiful sight indeed.
"I don't think she was lying, my love," Mr. Darling said, and Mrs. Darling looked at him sharply.
"I'll decide how my daughter feels, thank you! It's a woman-to-woman sense, trust me. She wasn't lying to you, but without a doubt she was lying to me. Whatever, at least she's agreed to hold up her engagement without a fight."
Mr. Darling looked at her, bewildered. He would never understand women.
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"John!"
Wendy threw the door to the nursery open, and all the boys in the nursery froze.
"Oy, Wendy, how are ya m'lady? Care to tell us a story or two?" Slightly asked, brandishing a wooden cutlass. Wendy smiled and shook her head, walking over to John. She ruffled Slightly's hair, and motioned for John to follow her out of the room. He complied.
"I'll be right back, pirates! Don't kill Hook just yet, I want him for myself!"
As the door closed they heard the resounding cheers of the boys as they did exactly the opposite of what John requested, and rushed at Tootles, who had taken on the role of Hook.
They laughed, and walked to Wendy's room together.
Once they were in her room, they went and sat on the bed, facing each other Indian style.
"Sooo," John began. "How was tea?"
At that point, Wendy broke down. She began to sob, and John patted her on the shoulder, not really knowing what to do.
"There, there," he said awkwardly. "What happened down there?"
Wendy told him the whole story, and John just sat and listened intently, like a good brother should. At the end he seriously considered telling Wendy about his encounter with Peter the night before, but kept to his decision to surprise her on her wedding day. Unfortunately, he wasn't really sure how it was going to happen. He was still without any substantial plan. He had to think of one, and soon.
"I'm sorry, Wendy."
"But John, you don't understand! I only said yes because I was convinced that Peter's going to come back.....but what if he doesn't? What if he went back to Neverland or....or he got lost in London or something? He's never been anywhere in London, he could very well be dead!" she sniffed, wiping tears away from her face.
John's heart went out to his desolate sister; he really had to hold his tongue.
"Wendy, Peter will come back. Never stop believing that, because when you do....he won't come back. Believe, and he'll return." He gave Wendy an encouraging smile, and she grinned widely.
"Oh John! You are truly the most wonderful brother a girl could ask for!" she cried, and pulled John into a huge embrace, which John found very awkward, and remained stiff as a board until she pulled away, smiling.
"No one inspires me like you," she said.
John gulped.
He really had to think of an idea, didn't he now?
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Afterthoughts: Ok, I love John! I didn't feel like he had a big enough part in the movie, so I wanted to emphasize his presence in this one. I hope you all like this chapter, even the people who were kind enough to flame me! I worked very, very hard on this chapter to make sure it wasn't ridiculous and that it was enjoyable. Please, please enjoy it!! Sorry, beggar moment there.
I'll be back soon with chapter 17!!! Please be patient!!! MWAH!!
I LOVE YOU ALL
~Ellie~
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