A Different Path
Chapter 9: Written in the Soup
Disclaimer: It's still not mine :)
Summary: 'If the soup says it, it must be true.' What if they had taken a different path? A much longer path…
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Menghis: Yeah, I wanna see Emily apologize, too... That's the thing about fanfiction, you can write all the things you wish you could see on the show. Haha, I liked that line, too. And yeah, lists are cool- you should make one.
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Crazy for Luke: Well, Lorelai is having morning sickness... but it's not morning. And the Jewish calendar is different than the one most ppl go by... so... hmmm... I'm not sure how to explain... I hope that clears it up a little? Lol, sorry.
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She felt like she'd been lying there for days. The fuzzy clock that sat on her nightstand kept telling her otherwise. It had to be broken, though. Everything in the house had to be broken, because Luke couldn't fix it anymore.
It had been two hours since she had slammed the front door behind her and stomped off to her bedroom. It had been two hours and 1 minute since she yelled at Luke and told him that she would call him when the baby was born. It just felt so much longer.
Here she was again, lying in her bed, crying uncontrollably for the millionth time in three weeks. She was surrounded by used tissues, empty water bottles, a few unread magazines, a box of uneaten Nutter Butters, and two tear-stained pillows. She lost him again. She was alone again.
She kept telling herself that it was the right thing to do. She kept telling herself that it was better this way. However, she was having a hard time convincing herself.
Why did she always have to do this alone? She hated doing things alone. It was lonely… It was harder, it wasn't fun. She hated doing things alone, especially when she could be doing them with Luke.
She had raised Rory alone, and it had all worked out fine- wonderful, even. Maybe it could all work out again. Maybe raising another kid alone wouldn't be so bad, but it definitely would have been better if she could do it with Luke.
It was her fault she did everything alone, and she hated that. She hated that she was the one that caused all of this- that she did this to herself. She turned down Christopher's proposals, and she ran away from home. She didn't accept help, and never asked for it. She pretended everything was OK. She ran away from relationships, she ran away to Harvard, days before her wedding. She lied to Luke, and she screwed everything up.
She suddenly found herself standing in her garage, staring at her name that had been painted on his boat. The letters were curvy and very fancy. It must have taken him a long time.
She didn't even remember getting out of bed and going outside, but here she was. Maybe she was just making sure all of this really happened. Maybe she was just confirming that it hadn't been a dream. Maybe she was just seeing if this was all real, if she was really doing this all alone.
It was. It was real. It happened. She was alone.
She crossed her arms and hugged herself, to keep warm.
She wondered when he did this. She guessed it was while she was sleeping. She wondered why he did this. She guessed it was only to be nice, because maybe he felt bad for her. Maybe he felt guilty. Maybe he felt sorry for her. Maybe he was bored.
There are so many paths in life, but she always ended up taking the harder, independent path. Why did she have to do everything the hard way? Why did she have to do everything alone?
She groaned, and the sound of her voice surprised her. It didn't sound like her. It sounded like someone else, definitely not her.
She didn't want to go down this path again. She didn't want to do this again. But, she knew she would have to. She didn't have other options, or no other options that she would consider.
She wanted the Luke option, but it didn't exist anymore, and that was her fault. It completely disappeared when she slammed the door in his face.
She woke up the next morning to the sun shining brightly through her window. It was strange to see the sun shining in her room, like that. It looked so out of place. She tried to roll over and face away from it, but the room was still bright.
She had no idea when she fell asleep last night, but she felt as if she hadn't slept at all. She tried stacking pillows next to her, to block the sun a little, but it didn't work. She tried hiding under the covers, but that didn't work either.
She eventually got up and went to her window, to close the shade. She went to the window and something outside caught her eye.
He was out there. He was out there sanding wood for the jungle gym. He was out there, in the cold weather, sanding wood for the jungle gym, as if nothing happened. He was out there even though she had yelled at him and said those horrible things. He was out there even though she told him to go away. He was out there even though she told him not to be. He was out there.
Seeing him work so hard, made her stomach tighten. Why was he out there? She told him yesterday, not to come back. Why did he?
She loved him for being there, but she also hated him for it.
Why was he making this so hard for her? She hated him for being there. She hated him for making this so difficult. She hated him for showing her everything she was missing. She hated him for rubbing everything she messed up, in her face. She hated him for making her tell him to leave. She hated him for not listening to her.
But, she loved him. She loved him for not listening. She loved him for not giving up so easily. She loved him for coming back. She just loved him.
But, this was too hard.
She went back and lied in her bed. He will have to leave sometime.
It had been 4 days. It had been 4 days since she slammed the door in his face, and 4 days since she told him to leave.
But, everyday he'd come to the house. He would sit out there for hours, working on that stupid jungle gym, and then he would go home around 4:30- right before the dinner rush at the diner. She would go downstairs and find dinner prepared for her on the kitchen table. She would always throw it away, or leave it uneaten on the table.
She'd go to work around 5:30 and stay there until 11:30, because she knew he'd be at the house. Once the diner was closed, he would go back to her house and continue working, until it was so dark that the lights from his car were no longer bright enough to light up the front yard.
She would go home and find that the jungle gym was getting closer to being finished. She would go in the house and find a small bag of Luke's coffee blend, sitting inside a coffee mug, on the kitchen table- decaf, of course. But she would never drink it.
Sometimes she would walk in the house and it would smell like him, so she would spray Lysol everywhere. Sometimes she would go home to find Bert sitting in her front lawn, beside the piles of wood and paint buckets, and she would walk right past it, as if she didn't care. Sometimes she would walk down her driveway and see tire tracks from his truck, in the snow. She would get a shovel and cover them until they faded away. Sometimes she would go home and find his water bottle sitting on her porch railing, and she would throw it away. Sometimes she would go home and see a CD player sitting on the porch, with a CD thatshe had told him to buy, inside. She would take it out from under the porch and hope that it would rain.
Nevertheless, every morning, when she woke up, he'd be there, hammering, sawing, sanding, or painting.
He'd always be there.
Sometimes she'd go home and find a fuller refrigerator, because he went grocery shopping for her. Sometimes she'd go home to find that the sink that had been leaky this morning, was now working perfectly because he had fixed it for her. Sometimes she would go home and find that the dishes that were in the sink when she left, were now clean and put away because he had cleaned up for her. Sometimes she would go home and find that the Book of Baby Names she had been looking at, was still sitting on the kitchen table, but now had a few more pages folded down. Sometimes she'd go home to find that the bathroom floor, that had been smelling faintly like throw up this morning, now smelt like cleaning supplies, because he had cleaned it for her.
She hated that he was doing these things. She couldn't figure out why he was, either. Maybe he made her dinner because he wanted her to eat healthy, so the baby would be healthy. But, why did he fix her sink, and why did he clean her floor? She hated that he was doing this. He was torturing her. He was rubbing it in her face. He was making her cry. He was making her sick. He was making her sad.
She hated him. She hated him so much for everything he was doing. She hated him, but she still looked out her window every morning to make sure he was there. She still smiled when she saw him working on that jungle gym. She still left her front door unlocked for him. She still went outside and put his CD player back under the porch if it was supposed to rain. She still put a water bottle in the kitchen, where he could find it. She still stole glances at Bert, when she was near a window. She still smelled her house every time she came in, hoping it would smell like him. She still searched for his tire tracks in her driveway. She still looked for evidence of his visits, every time she got home.
She didn't hate him. She knew she didn't hate him. She just tried to hate him. She just wished she hated him. Then, maybe it wouldn't be so hard.
She really had to get that back door lock fixed.
Rory opened the front door, laundry in hand. She didn't have any classes tomorrow, so she decided to pay her mother a visit, since they hadn't talked in almost a week.
"Mom!" She called.
"Rory?" Her mother called from the kitchen.
Rory made her way into the kitchen, dragging the bags of laundry behind her. She dropped them once she got into the kitchen and kissed her Mom on the cheek. She sat down, across from her, at the kitchen table.
Her mother looked different. The bags under her eyes were evidence that she hadn't slept in days. Her hair was brushed, she had make up, and nice work clothes on, but she still looked like she had just rolled out of bed. The smudged mascara under her puffy eyes meant she had been crying.
Lorelai wasn't looking her in the eye, trying to cover up the fact that she had been crying. Rory knew better than to ask about it, at least not yet.
"What is all this?" Rory asked, gesturing towards the uneaten pasta that was sitting in front of her. It had a fancy, homemade looking kind of sauce that was most definitely not from a can of Ragu.
"Luke made it for me." She said, in a voice that surprised Rory. She sounded so sad, which was weird for Rory because her mother typically hid those types of feelings from her.
"He did?" Rory asked in an 'oh that's so sweet' tone.
"Mhm." Lorelai said, and Rory could tell she was holding back tears.
"Mom?" She asked, almost afraid. She put her hand on her mother's back, soothingly.
Then, Lorelai lost it. The tears started flowing down her cheeks and she couldn't control it.
"Rory, Rory I… Luke, he's so… I lost him. I messed up so bad." She said breathlessly.
"Mom, c'mon, what happened?" Rory asked.
"He, he- the boat… I told him to leave, Rory. Why does he keep coming back? I can't, I can't…" Lorelai said in between sobs.
"Mom? Mom… What happened? Calm down, c'mon, drink something." She said handing Lorelai a water bottle.
Lorelai cried for a minute more, and then calm herself down with some water and deep breaths.
"This isn't how a break up is supposed to go… You're supposed to drown yourself in ice cream or if you're older, booze- but I can't because I'm- I'm- because I'm pregnant." Lorelai told Rory.
Rory nodded and kept listening.
"And- and the ex-boyfriend is supposed to leave you alone. He's not supposed to hang around your house building you a jungle gym and making you dinner, and cleaning up your house. He's, he's supposed to leave." Lorelai said, small tears falling down her face every once in awhile.
"He's supposed to leave you alone. He's supposed to hate you. He's supposed to go and tell other guys that you're a bad kisser or something. He's not supposed to do this…" Lorelai continued.
"But, I'm having his baby, so he needs to be nice to me. He has to make sure I eat healthy and drink decaf coffee, so his kid won't turn out to be crazy and unhealthy like me." Lorelai said.
"Mom, Luke cares about you…" Rory told her, rubbing her back.
"No, he just cares about his baby… Why won't he just leave?" Lorelai asked.
"Mom, what happened? I thought you two were doing good." Rory asked.
"I couldn't do it. I couldn't handle it. He's just so… He's Luke and I can't just be friends with him, Rory. I couldn't handle it anymore, and I- I told him to leave. He named his boat after me, just like my list said and then I screamed at him, and said I'd call him when the baby was born." Lorelai said with some sniffles.
"Mom…" Rory said.
"I couldn't handle him being around all the time and not being together. I just couldn't do it. I need to get over him- he's over me and I have to get over him, Rory and I can't do that if he's always around being… himself. I can't. " She told her daughter.
Rory nodded with worried eyes. She wanted to help, but she had no idea what to do.
Lorelai sniffled and wiped her face with a tissue. She moved away from Rory's arms and stood up. She glanced at the clock
"I better go re-do my make up for work." Lorelai said.
Rory nodded.
"Can I borrow your car? Mine is out of gas."
"Sure."
"Luke will come by around 9. Please don't talk to him. I'll be home around 11:30." Lorelai said before going upstairs.
Rory sighed. There had to be something she could do.
Rory had been sitting at the kitchen table, reading a book for one of her classes, when she heard Luke's truck pull up in the driveway.
She got up, went in her room, and looked out her window. She watched him for a while- not in a creepy stalker way, she was just watching, admiring what he was doing for her mother. He looked different, too. She couldn't see the bags under his eyes, but he looked tired. It looked like he had gone a pretty long time without shaving, even longer than usual. He looked sad, too. He looked lonely. He looked lost.
She watched as he dragged himself towards the pile of wood. She watched as he sighed heavily and began working. She couldn't believe how sad he looked. She saw him look up at the house, probably looking in Lorelai's window. She saw the look on his face, and she could tell that he missed her.
She watched as he used the light from his car to see because Lorelai had turned the porch light off. She watched as he worked and worked, even though he was obviously incredibly tired. She watched as he rubbed his hands together, to stay warm. She watched as he sighed hopelessly. She watched as he closed his eyes and rubbed his temples. She watched as he kept stealing glances at Lorelai's car, obviously wondering if she was inside. She watched as he rubbed his eyes and yawned, but she kept going.
She hated that they were both so miserable. She hated how her mother was acting. She hated that she was being so mean to Luke. But, she knew her mother hated being like that, too. She knew her mother was just trying to protect herself from getting hurt again.
She knew she wasn't supposed to talk to him, but she had to. She had to.
She opened the front door and saw him jump. He looked up with a little disappointment, hoping it had been Lorelai.
She gave him a small smile and he returned it. She walked over to him and sat beside him on the cold ground.
"How's it coming?" Rory asked, trying to make small talk.
"Good, it should be done in a couple of weeks." Luke said.
"I can't wait, I've always wanted my own jungle gym." Rory said with a small smile.
"Well, now you got one." He said.
Rory sighed, and looked around a little bit. It was so dark outside, she could barely see beyond her driveway. The only light was coming from Luke's truck and it wasn't very bright.
"Do you want to come inside? You can warm up a little." Rory said.
"I don't think your mom would like that." Luke told her.
"She's at work, she took my car." Rory said, when she saw Luke look at her car sitting in the driveway.
Luke didn't answer, he stayed focused on the sandpaper in his hands.
"Please, Luke? It's freezing out here." Rory said.
"OK. Thanks." He told her as he followed her in.
She led him into the kitchen, which Rory began kicking herself for, once she saw the plate of pasta, still sitting on the kitchen table. But, she couldn't change her mind now or things would be even more awkward, so they sat down at the table.
This was so awkward. They hadn't talked since the break up, and neither knew what to say.
Luke glanced at the plate of pasta. "I guess she doesn't like pasta either." He said in a tone that sounded defeated and sad.
"I'm sorry, Luke…" Rory told him. She hated seeing her mother and Luke like this. They were both hurting so much. They were both missing each other. They were both lost without the other. They both needed each other.
"It's alright. Maybe tomorrow, I'll make soup. She likes alphabet soup, right? She likes to try and make dirty words with the letters." Luke said.
"Why?" Rory asked.
"Beats me, for some reason she finds it entertaining." Luke said with a shrug.
"No, I mean, why do you keep making her food if you know she won't eat it? And why are you killing yourself over this jungle gym, when she is being so horrible to you?" Rory asked.
"Because I love her." He answered simply, his tired eyes looking up at her for a reaction.
Rory smiled a little, but she felt wrong for hearing this. She felt like she shouldn't be- that Lorelai should hear it first.
"She's scared." Luke said, crossing his arms.
"She's protecting herself." Rory said.
Luke nodded.
"She doesn't want to get hurt…" Rory said.
"I know." Luke said. "I won't hurt her." Luke said, as if it was a promise.
"I know." Rory said.
"She doesn't know that, though. But, she will eventually and once she figures it out, I'll be right here." Luke said.
"She just thinks you're only doing this because of the baby." Rory said.
"I'm not." Luke told her.
Rory nodded. "She hates herself for screwing up with you."
"I hate myself for helping her." Luke said.
"What?" Rory asked.
"She lied, Rory… but, I didn't hear her out, and I didn't let her explain, I just left. People make mistakes, you know? I just freaked out and I let her down. I told her that I was in this, and then I just… left." Luke said, surprised at him self for telling Rory all of this.
Rory was silent, not knowing what to say.
"I hate that we're apart." Luke said.
"She hates it, too." Rory said.
Luke nodded.
"Don't you think you should talk to her? You know… tell her?" Rory asked.
"I've always that thought actions speak louder than words." Luke said simply.
"But, actions and words together, are even better, don't you think?" Rory asked.
"She won't talk to me."
"She might."
"I just- I don't want to make her talk to me. I want to wait until she's ready. I don't want to make her talk and then screw everything up again." Luke said. Both Rory and Luke were surprised at the seriousness of the conversation and how truthful Luke was being.
"Yeah." Rory said.
Luke sighed and started to get up. "I better go, it's almost 11 and I have to open the diner tomorrow." Luke told her.
"OK." Rory nodded, standing up with him.
"Thanks for the talk." Luke told her.
"Anytime." Rory said, following him to the door.
"She'll come around… she's just scared, but she loves you. She'll come around." Rory said, trying to reassure him.
He nodded and then went out the door. Rory watched as he pulled out of the driveway and drove away. She went and sat on the couch, waiting for her mother to get home.
"Hi." Lorelai said when she came in the door and found Rory sitting on the couch, staring at her.
"Hey." Rory said.
Lorelai looked at her strangely, "you OK?" She asked.
"Can I talk to you?" Rory asked.
"Sure." Lorelai said with a reassuring smile. She went and sat next to her daughter on the couch, expecting to hear about Rory's boy problems or something.
"I know you don't want to hear this…" Rory began, and Lorelai suddenly knew what was coming.
"You're right, I don't." She said, standing up. "I know, OK? I don't need constant reminders and people telling me how I'm being stupid, alright? I know what I'm doing." Lorelai yelled.
"Mom… You love him." Rory said so gently, that it made Lorelai want to cry.
Lorelai's shoulders dropped and she just stood there, staring down at her daughter.
"You love him." Rory said again.
Lorelai crossed her arms and looked away. She didn't want to do this right now. She wanted to go to her room, close the door, lie in bed, and cry herself to sleep. She just couldn't get her feet to move.
"And he loves you." Rory told her.
Lorelai didn't look at her. She rolled her eyes and shook her head a little, blinking back any tears that were threatening to show themselves.
"He still loves you, Mom. He still loves you." Rory said.
"No." She whispered. "No he doesn't." She said a little louder.
"Yes, he does." Rory told her.
"No, he doesn't." She said again.
"He loves you, Mom." Rory said, trying to get through to her.
"Why? Why would he love me, Rory?" She said, looking at her this time. She tried to look angry, but Rory could see past that. She was heart broken. Lorelai sighed. "He doesn't love me."
"Mom, tonight he sat outside, working and working, on that jungle gym, in the dark and in 5 degree weather. He sat there, yawning and rubbing his eyes. He was so tired, but he kept working." Rory said.
Lorelai didn't respond.
"He makes you dinner every night. He knows you don't eat it, but he keeps making it." Rory said.
"The jungle gym is for his son or daughter, it has nothing to do with me." Lorelai said in a frustrated tone.
"Mom, his son or daughter is not going to be here for another 8 and a half months… and then, it'll be another couple of years before it will even be able to use a jungle gym. Luke has all the time in the world to make it, he doesn't need to sit here and spend all day and night working on it, but he does. He does it for you." Rory said.
Lorelai sat down on the couch beside her daughter, tired of standing and pretending to be angry.
"You talked to him?" Lorelai asked, although it was more of a statement than a question.
Rory nodded.
Lorelai bit her lip, to keep herself from crying. "He could never forgive me." She told Rory. "He could never forgive me. He could never trust me again." Lorelai said.
"He forgives you, Mom. He wants you to forgive him." Rory said.
Lorelai looked over at her daughter, with a questioning expression.
Rory got up and then she looked down at her mother. "Talk to him, OK? He misses you and you miss him. He doesn't want to be apart and neither do you." Rory told her mother, before going to her room for bed.
"Hey Luke." Kirk greeted him that morning.
"Hi Kirk." He said, from the kitchen. "What are you doing here so early?" He asked.
"You're never here anymore, you're always building that thing at Lorelai's house." He informed Luke, who was standing in front of the window that connected the diner and the kitchen.
"So?" Luke asked.
"What is that thing you're building anyway? Everyone in town is trying to figure it out." Kirk asked.
"It's just… nothing, Kirk. Why are here?" Luke asked.
"Well, I miss you, Luke." Kirk said.
"Aw, jeez, Kirk." Luke said.
"Nobody makes grilled cheeses like you do." Kirk continued.
Luke rolled his eyes.
"So, can you make me a grilled cheese?" Kirk asked.
"In a minute, I'm a little busy here." Luke said.
"What'cha doing?" Kirk asked.
"I'm making alphabet soup." Luke said.
"I tried proposing to Lulu with alphabet soup once, but the letters got mixed up and she didn't read it." Kirk said.
"That's too bad, Kirk." Luke said as he scooped some of the letters out of the soup.
Kirk peered over the counter, trying to see what Luke was doing.
"Are you taking the letters out?" He asked, in disbelief. "The letters are the best part. If people didn't want letters, then they wouldn't order alphabet soup, Luke." Kirk said.
"I'm only taking some of the letters out, Kirk." He said.
"Why?" Kirk asked.
"Because, Kirk… what is it that you wanted?" He asked, not wanting to answer questions.
"Grilled cheese please." Kirk said, completely serious.
"Coming right up." He said as he poured the soup into a thermos, so it would stay warm until dinner.
"Two slices of cheese, Luke." Kirk said.
"I know, I know." Luke said, putting the thermos in the corner, so he could take it to Lorelai's later.
She got out of the shower around 4 o'clock. She glanced out the window, as she always did. He was still out there. She got ready slowly, so he would be gone by the time she went downstairs.
She walked out of the bathroom, again. She looked at the clock. It was 4:42. He had to be at the diner by now.
She went downstairs. She could smell the soup that was sitting on the kitchen table, all the way from the stairs. She walked over to it. It was sitting in a big, pink bowl. She sat down at the table, and stared at it. It was alphabet soup.
"Hey," Luke greeted her after opening the door.
"Hey." She said before leaning in and kissing him.
"Hungry?" He asked.
"Always." She answered with a smile.
"I'll make you dinner." He told her.
"Aww… my own little iron chef." She said.
"What are you in the mood for?" He asked.
"Mmm… I'm thinking we try out that butterfly position Miss Pattie told me about." She smiled playfully.
"Aw, jeez." He said with an eye roll.
She giggled and then started looking through his cabinets for something to eat. Her eyes lit up and she pulled a can of soup out from the shelf.
"Ooh, I want this!" She told him.
"It's alphabet soup." He said.
"I know!" She said excitedly.
"Alphabet soup is for little kids. I can make you something better." He said.
"Lukkeeeee." She whined. "I want this." She smiled.
"Why?" He asked.
"I love alphabet soup! You can make dirty words with the letters." She smiled.
"Didn't your mother ever tell you not to play with your food?" He asked.
"She tried." Lorelai shrugged.
Luke rolled his eyes.
"C'mon, pleassee." She begged.
"Sure, whatever." He shrugged and took the can from her hands.
"Bless you." She told him.
He rolled his eyes and began cooking. She watched as he cooked. She stood behind him, wrapped her arms around his waist, and rested her chin on his shoulder.
"This is gross." He said as he stirred the soup.
"It's Mm, Mm, good!" Lorelai told him.
He rolled his eyes and focused on stirring the contents of the pot. When he finished, he poured it into one of the big, pink bowls that Lorelai had brought from her house, insisting that 'his apartment needed more pink.'
"Enjoy... it's your last supper before your parent's thing tomorrow." He said as he put the bowl down in front of her.
"It better be good." She said.
"It's from a can, don't get your hopes up." He told her as he handed her a spoon.
"Thank you." She said giving him a sweet smile. He smiled back and then turned around to go wash the dishes.
"Aren't you going to eat with me?" She asked.
"I already ate." He told her.
"Well, can you sit with me?" She asked him.
He looked over to her and saw the puppy eyes she was giving him. He turned off the facet, wiped his hands, and sat down with her.
She smiled, and gave him a quick kiss. Then began eating her soup.
"This is so good." She told him.
"I'm glad." He told her.
"Thanks for making me dinner." She told him.
"No problem." He said.
He watched as she began scooping letters out of her soup and placing them on her napkin.
She gasped. "Luke, look! I can spell your name!" She told him.
"It is alphabet soup, Lorelai." He told her.
"Yeah, but that doesn't mean it has all the letters of the alphabet in it." Lorelai told him.
"Then it's false advertising." He told her.
She gasped again. "I can spell your name, too!" She said, showing him the napkin.
"Oh, wow." He told her sarcastically.
She took the napkin back and began studying her soup, trying to figure out what else she could spell. He watched as she focused on her soup, and then as a huge smile appeared on her face. She began scooping up letters again, and then she showed him her napkin.
"Look," she told him. "I spelled Luke and Lorelai forever." She told him with a smile.
He looked at the napkin and then back at her, smiling.
"If the soup says it, it must be true." She said with a huge smile.
"Must be." He nodded, with his own smile appearing on his face.
Lorelai looked down at the soup, sitting in front of her, trying to blink back the tears that were forming in her eyes.
She took the spoon that was sitting beside the bowl and began scooping out the letters and putting them on a napkin.
'Luke and Lorelai forever'
She stared at the letters for a long time, but eventually got up and headed towards the door. She was late for work.
Well... Chapter #9... Oh man,
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