Written in the Stars
By Gilmoregirl1979 (the reigning Quote Queen)

Rating: PG-13

Hi this is your friendly disclaimer: I REJECT ASP's REALITY AND SUBSTITUE MY OWN! Once again, I don't own (DAMN IT! DAMN IT DAMN IT DAMN IT DAMN IT!), No Harm No Sue.

R/R: yes please I love reviews; I wanna marry them (as previously stated, I have strange passions.)

Summary/ The Q: AW If you DON'T KNOW BY NOW! HURUMPH!

LUVZ: I miss you!

FEATURED BETA: Localizy, WONDER TWIN POWERS ACTIVATE

A/N: Dialouge borrowed from 5.10 BUT NOT AS CUTE AS PUSHKIN/ Written by Amy Sherman-Palladino / Directed by Michael Zinberg

A/N: I have to say it now... I... Am...So ... DAMN... PROUD OF THIS CHAPTER
worth the wait? for QUALITY FAN FICTION? you tell me... R/R

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Chapter 38:
Come Home

Saturday morning was cold in Lorelai's bed since Luke wasn't there to provide the extra body heat for Lorelai. As her shivering woke her up, she missed Luke's arms around her, how they were better than an electric blanket, and then she tried to recall if she and Rory had seen any electric blankets on sale yesterday, maybe I should invest in one. Lorelai almost missed the disturbance to her sleep when Luke would wake up to head off to the diner, kissing her before he left, even if she wasn't fully awake. Lorelai had the day off so she could stay in bed hugging the Luke scented pillow until Rory came to see what was keeping her mother in bed.

"Mom?"

"Hey, honey," Lorelai was not making any effort to hide her depression, but hoped Rory thought she was just tired.

"Are you not feeling well?"

"Not really," Lorelai said honestly. "I over did it with the shopping, I think."

"You need coffee," Rory said knowingly. Rory started to pull on her mother's arm, "Let's go to Luke's for breakfast."

Lorelai sighed at the suggestion. Rory didn't know anything about the fight in the night before or the words that were said. Last night, when Lorelai came out to the jeep, Rory was drowsy and almost asleep on the passenger side, curled up among the bags, no doubt tired from their shoppers sprint, and probably hadn't paid attention the fight in the diner.

Rory may not have even noticed that Luke didn't spend the night, since he was such an early riser. Sometimes Rory didn't see him on the mornings he had a delivery from his produce or bread guys. She had woken up in the Jeep just when they arrived home, Lorelai told Rory Luke had to close and since there was no more room in the jeep that is why he didn't come home with them. Before they headed into the house, Lorelai asked if she was okay from what happened at the diner.

Rory only observed, "He's been very … mercurial the last few days."

"Someone learned a new word," apparently Lorelai wasn't the only one to notice the mood swings.

Back in bed, Lorelai finally decided to stop resisting her daughter's playful tugs to get her out of bed, "Fine, I'm up. I'm up." Lorelai thought she would be able to smooth things over pancakes and flirting, bacon and banter, but she was less than optimistic as she slowly got out of bed to make herself presentable to the world and her boyfriend.

"Come on Mom! I want to make sure today is a good day for him," Rory smiled, ever so thoughtful and considerate, Luke's offense to her last night already forgiven and forgotten.

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When Rory and Lorelai made it to the square, Rory finally seemed to notice how her mother kept looking at the ground, nearly walking into on coming traffic whenever they came to an intersection. Lorelai's spirits didn't improve when they did arrive at the diner; it rather plummeted when they found that it was closed.

CLOSED!

Lorelai must have stood there for a full minute, just staring at the flip sign Luke used on the door; the meaning of the bright, bold, orange letters of the single word was not sinking into her brain for some reason.

CLOSED!

Lorelai seemed to be looking around for other complaining patrons but everyone in town had another destination, they didn't seem to notice or care or just seemed unable to see Luke's Diner at all as the passed it by, as if it had turned invisible. What am I, Alec Baldwin in The Shadow, and I'm the only one who can see the grand hotel before me?

CLOSED!

Where could he be?

"Mom? Did Luke say anything about being closed today?"

Slowly Lorelai looked down at her angel girl who wore an expression of deep concern with her wide innocent eyes, clueless to yet another tumultuous fight between Luke and Lorelai.

"Not to me," Lorelai answered honestly, as she examined the dark diner through the windows. Struck by a thought, she looked up toward his apartment, wondering if he was hiding from her, closed so he wouldn't have to face her and the things that were said the night before. That doesn't seem like him… he always needs to cool off… but he doesn't hide out…

"Me neither. Maybe…" Rory started to speculate, "He had a meeting at the bank and forgot to tell us?"

"Maybe," Lorelai agreed, but doubted it.

"Well, we can go to Weston's for your coffee; I know it's not as good as Luke's but…"

"Let's go, baby," Lorelai said quickly, and without another word, they went back across the square to Weston's. See if I care that you're not there… Jeez, I'm rhyming.

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During their midmorning outing, there wasn't a sign or mention of Luke anywhere or by anyone in town. At home, Rory kept looking out her window or checking the phone still had a dial tone, waiting for him to show since the diner was closed. By 3 pm, and after several attempts to call the numbers of his old apartment and the diner, Rory couldn't stand the suspense anymore, her gut instinct compelled her to beg her mother, "Please Mom, I wanna go look for Luke… I just wanna check up on him."

Lorelai had been silently struggling all day, as well. Pretending to be sprucing, or cleaning, or organizing, but she kept tripping over the boxes Luke had yet to unpack or his new additions to the home, our home. Lorelai tossed the magazine she had been pretending to read on the coffee table and quickly agreed, "Okay."

First, they went to Sniffy's, since Rory had logically deduced it was the furthest out geographically, and then they could efficiently work their way back to Stars Hollow. Unfortunately, Buddy and Maisy had taken the day off and none of the young managers in their stead knew where Luke was. Then, the girls went to the lake knowing that Luke liked to fish, granted it was a little colder then when he normally went, but worth the chance, however they still couldn't find him. Luke was such a creature of habit, it was hard to predict where he would go if he disregarded his schedule. Word seemed to spread about their search and when their Jeep went past the diner to head to the Inn, Miss Patty tore herself away from her in session class, and gracefully lumbered away from her studio, to flag them down with one of her scarves, and Rory unzipped her window hoping for new information or an update from the woman on the pulse of everything in town. Patty leaned in to talk to both Gilmores, "I'm glad I caught you girls. I understand you are looking for Luke."

Rory pounced to her open passenger window, "Have you seen him?"

"No, sweetie, I'm sorry…I just wanted to tell you that you won't find him today."

"Why?" Lorelai said shortly, wondering what bit of gossip Miss Patty had gotten to first this time.

"Well, you haven't known Luke as long as I have. Honey, today is the 30th," Patty expressed as if that explained it all.

"So?" Lorelai said just as pointedly, annoyed at Luke's Houdini impression and their fruitless searching.

"So," Miss Patty elongated as well, "the 30th is the 'dark day'."

"What dark day?" Rory asked her forehead furrowing to understand.

"Luke's 'dark day'," Patty explained. "It's the day that he disappears."

"Disappears? Where?" Lorelai hoped she could get down to it and find him already.

"Nobody knows. No one knows where he goes or what he does. It's been a mystery for years, all we do know is not to try and find him," Miss Patty stressed.

"Why didn't I know about this?" Lorelai fumed.

"Well, as I said, you and Luke only became… well close… this year… I meant to warn you… but well, there was Thanksgiving and you were out of town all day yesterday …and then again today…"

"We've been looking for him," Rory told her.

"I know, sweetie, and that is very, very kind of you, but on this day Luke doesn't want to be found…"

Lorelai asked this wealth of information and questioned, "He he always comes back right?"

"Like clock work… he opens the diner the very next day… we don't ask where he went, he doesn't say… and he seems fine with that arrangement." Miss Patty turned her attention to young Rory again, "Now, don't you worry," and she patted Rory's hand in the window. "Luke will be back, and everything will be back to normal."

Lorelai and Rory wore matching frowns trying to make heads or tails of the mystery. Lorelai was curious if this dark day was what affected his mood the last few days. Mother and daughter went to the inn to see if he was working on a handy man project for Mia or if Mia had any hidden information on the dark day.

"Rory, why don't you ask Sookie to make us some dinner, I want to talk to Mia."

"Okay," Rory said glumly and shuffled off to the kitchen. Food made her think of Luke and the kitchen made her think of their cooking lessons.

Lorelai knocked on Mia's office door, which was already opened.

Mia looked up from her desk and smiled, "Why Lorelai… you aren't working today."

"Oh, I know…I just… wanted to ask you something."

"Well, go right ahead," Mia smiled warmly, gesturing to the chair for Lorelai to sit.

Lorelai settled in the chair across from her boss, "What do you know about, well, the dark day?"

"Dark day?" Mia repeated, finding the phrase funny and trying to recall any colorful history of Stars Hollow that would suit that phrase.

"Yeah, Luke's dark day?" Lorelai saw a flash of sudden understanding cross Mia's face, and Lorelai continued to plea for information. "Apparently, Luke disappears every year… on this day… it's some old town folk lore. Please, Mia, I have to find him…we had a fight… and… well, I don't want things to end like that… I mean it was a stupid fight anyway…I can't even remember why we got so mad… if you know anything…"

"Lorelai, that's common…at this time of year…"

"What?"

"For Luke to be a little moody and to disappear on this day," Mia leaned back in her chair to retell the long story. "About this time of year, Luke… well, he's different... his temper is a little shorter, a little more curt than his friends would like, and today he won't answer his phone, or open the diner… he just drops out of sight for today…and only today…"

"Why?" Lorelai was desperate for the reason.

Mia gently revealed, "Today… is the anniversary of his father's death."

"Oh Mia." Suddenly compassion and understanding overwhelmed Lorelai and she knew more then ever she had to find him, she couldn't let him be alone.

"They were very close, William and Lucas. Luke did whatever he could to keep up the business with his father, but William … fell ill, and the store was failing anyway," Mia seemed to smile at thinking of her old friend yet sad at the same time. "William was sick for a long time… but well, Luke was always optimistic, hard to believe now I'm sure, perhaps it was just denial. And when William finally passed, well you can imagine…that is how Luke got his charming disposition, became such a skeptic and withdrew from the town like he did. His parents were gone, his sister left town… any other family he has, cousins and such, far away. Luke felt all alone, and became critical of everything, took no enjoyment out of life, he had no one to share things with," then Mia had to smile again, "till he met you."

Lorelai met Mia's wise gaze, a look that showed Lorelai that she was Luke's savior in a way.

"Lorelai all will be right in the morning…I know you love Luke, but this is something he feels he needs to do; he feels he's protecting you from having to put up with him while he is in this …foul mood. You will find him… when he's ready to come back."

Lorelai was on the verge of tears, hating that Luke felt he should suffer alone, feeling absolutely powerless, wanting to do something, anything to help him. Suddenly Rory burst into the room, "MOM! I've got it! What if it's something to do with his dad?"

"What?" Lorelai held out her hand, inviting her daughter into the office to share her revelation.

"His dad! I was eating my dinner, thinking about Luke, and it makes sense! What if the day he lost his dad is today? You know how sensitive Luke can be when it comes to him." Rory gasped, "The graveyard! What if Luke is at the graveyard… does anyone know where his dad is buried?"

"You are a clever one aren't you," Mia praised Rory, and she told them the location of the Danes family plot in Stars Hollow Cemetery.

"Thanks Mia. Come on, Mom, let's go. He shouldn't be alone, not today," and Rory was already half way to the Jeep.

Lorelai smiled thanks to Mia and hurried to the car with Rory.

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Lorelai was happy to oblige Rory when she asked if they could stop by Doose's and get flowers. By the time they got the Stars Hollow Cemetery, the sun had set, making the graveyard gates look foreboding and creepy. Lorelai saw the fear in her daughter's eyes, as she held the bouquet, "Rory, you can stay here if you want… "

Rory steeled herself, with a determined look in her eye, and turned to her mother, "No, we'll go together… I want to find him as much as you do."

Lorelai looked at the dark sky and thought back to Halloween with Luke, "I wish we had a flash light."

"In your trunk," Rory said distantly, staring at the scary, shadowy gate.

"What?"

"The last time Luke topped off your fluids he assembled a roadside emergency kit for your car, you know, for the winter," Rory confessed.

Lorelai grinned at the thoughtfulness of Luke. Lorelai found the flashlight in the trunk and hand in hand, mother and daughter ventured into the creepy cemetery together.

They followed the paved path as Mia had instructed and, as they walked, found many historical headstones from the revolutionary era. They found grave markers with funny names on them, which eased the fear of being in the cemetery at night. They finally found the Danes family plot, reverently paid their respects to William and Katherine Danes and added their offering of flowers to the other bouquets there. Lorelai had guessed one was from Mia and the other was from Bud and Maisy, which is why they weren't at Sniffy's that day; they may have been mourning, too.

However, they still did not find Luke.

Lorelai and Rory had just about given up. When the Jeep rounded the square to head home, both Gilmores looked to the diner out of habit.

"What if he never left the diner?" Rory posed, now that it was dark, she saw a light in Luke's apartment.

Lorelai saw the same light and and drove around to the diner and parked in front, as she had the day before. She wasn't sure what state she would find Luke in as she unbuckled her seat belt. If he would be angry they now knew his dark secret and wouldn't leave him in peace till his dark day had past; if he would be crying, still mourning his father all these years later, not wanting Rory to see him in that weakened state. "Rory, please, wait here. I'll see if he's ready to come home."

"Mom, I want to help," Rory begged.

"Please, Rory. Just one at a time, we don't want to overwhelm him."

Rory pouted but obeyed and kept the flashlight close since she was still scared from the cemetery. She was happy she was only seven feet from the diner and her lost protector who was inside.

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Lorelai approached the diner, reached up to the top of the doorframe, since Luke had told her a while ago where the spare key was hidden. The jingle above the door was eerie in the dark, closed down diner. Lorelai took a deep breathe for courage and went to the staircase to find Luke in his apartment.

Before she could enter the doorframe at the rear of the diner, a groggy voice called in the darkness, "Whose there?"

"Luke?" Lorelai strained to see where he was located in the diner. Then she saw a slumped form behind the counter, leaning against the kitchen's doorframe. She rushed to him, kneeling beside him behind the counter, "Oh, Luke."

Around him she saw numerous empty beer bottles on the floor and she noticed from his current slouched position gave him a perspective to study his father's hand writing and that old order written so long ago. On the floor, he could have also been staring at the blue ball cap Lorelai had given him, off his head and tossed carelessly by his father's words.

His eyes were heavy and his speech slurred, "What are you… doing …here?"

"Looking for you, silly," Lorelai said kindly.

"You shouldn't be here," Luke looked absolutely devastated and defeated; his right elbow rested on his bent knee, and he hid his face from her with his right hand, his left still nursing a beverage.

"Why not? You need me," Lorelai whispered.

"Aw, I didn't want you to … see me… like this," Luke leaned his head back, his eyes clenched tight again; fighting the painful memories he was desperately trying to drown.

"Luke…Come home with me, let me take care of you."

"Nah… I'm good here…" Luke nodded solemnly. "It's the same every year," he informed her, "I get moody and upset easily… and I snap… at any little thing…stupid things…" he waved his hands around, aimlessly gesturing his point with his beer; still ashamed he snapped at Rory.

"Luke, have you been here all day?" Lorelai noticed that he was maybe three feet from where she left him the day before, curious if he sunk to this spot after their fight. She wondered if he had stayed here for 24 hours, how she couldn't have seen him when she and Rory stopped by that morning if he was hidden behind the counter, ashamed that she didn't think to try the key earlier; perhaps she would have found him a little more sober and receptive.

Luke replied fluidly, with a groggy gravel in his voice from the alcohol, "Well, I sat here… for awhile, after our fight…" He drew in a breath and let it out as if he was terribly bored, "and then… I went through a few of… my dad's things… you know… that I still had upstairs… the things I wouldn't… you know, let you touch during the move, 'cause well, I don't know… I didn't want to have to explain them to you while we were unpacking… and I knew I couldn't see you today… cause…well after last night… I may stick my foot in my mouth again… or … snap or say something to make Rory really cry… and well, I can't bear to lose the two of you…" he confessed looking at Lorelai with foggy eyes.

"So you removed yourself from us, your family; the ones who love you the most?" Lorelai countered.

"I have no family," Luke mumbled, letting his chin sink to his chest as he focused on his bottle.

"Well, I beg to differ. You have me and Rory."

Luke even though his speech was some what impaired, Luke made every effort to speak clearly, candidly, pointedly, so Lorelai would understand him once and for all. "I have no family. Everyone I love leaves, okay!" he said sternly. "My parent's died, my sister left town to be as far away from me as she possibly could and she gave birth to a nephew I hardly know!" Luke searched for more examples of his sad situation, "Rachel left me. Rory …" he hated to admit and wistfully confessed, "…is not my daughter… and you," Luke's glazed eyes focused on her again, "How long till you get bored with me and leave?"

Lorelai slid her arm around his shoulders, "Luke, I'm not like everyone else. Do you hear yourself? Would I have asked you to move in, if I didn't care, if I didn't plan to hang around, if I didn't love you as dearly as I do?"

Luke was peeling off the beer bottle's label, not paying attention to what she was saying, "You should be with Christopher…" he mumbled bitterly.

"What?"

"You two should be together for Rory. It's what's right, it's what you want, it's what your family wants… your mother… your father…I won't… I don't measure up…"

"Luke, we want you. Who is Christopher to us? No one, you are …our guy, the man of the house. We came here cause we were worried about you."

"We?" asked a confused Luke. He had thought there was only Lorelai, but then in his blurry vision, sure enough he saw two Lorelais.

"Rory is waiting in the jeep, we've been looking for you all day," Lorelai took his right hand in hers. "Luke, come home."

That snapped Luke's head up, home? I don't have a home… I have an apartment… barely an apartment, one room that I use as an apartment… my childhood house is long sold, I live alone… without anyone…then Lorelai's voice cut through the self pity.

"You belong with us, Luke," Lorelai scooted closer to him on the floor. "I love you. I truly do. When I'm with you, I'm happy, I'm safe. I finally have someone who understands me, who gets me, who gets my kid. I mean, do you know how many people think Rory is weird when they first meet her? She likes school, she's smarter than anyone else her age, for a 12 year old she knows what's going on in the world, keeps up with news and you love her for it."

Lorelai played with his free hand as she continued, "And with all my baggage, with all my quirks, you love me. Even with all my baggage and obvious issues, you fell for me in a few months… and I'm sorry I took so long to wake up and have my own 'smacked up side the head' epiphany of what was right in front of me." She cupped his face in her hands to help him focus on her, hoping the warmth from her hands would let him know she was really there, "Come home, Luke, let us take care of you for a change."

Luke was a little behind in the conversation, "Home?"

"Yeah, let's go home," Lorelai repeated gently.

"Home," Luke nodded.

Lorelai helped him up, picked up his ball cap, looked out to the jeep toward Rory and waved that everything was going to be all right.

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Rory watched from the Jeep and was curious why her mother had crouched down behind the counter. Scenarios flew through her head of Luke injured on the floor, needing medical attention. Anxiously she waited for her mother to reappear, but the agonizing seconds and minutes ticked away without a trace either of them.

Finally, Lorelai did stand up again and had Luke with her. Lorelai waved an all clear with Luke's blue ball cap. It appeared Rory was right, that Luke needed help. It almost seemed like Lorelai was steadying him as he trudged out of the diner. Through the open window Rory heard Luke observe, "Its cold out here."

"Umm, yeah, sorry, about that," Lorelai wished she had remembered his jacket. She called to Rory, "Honey, get in the back seat, would you?"

Without hesitation Rory complied, and quickly climbed over the front seat barrier. Lorelai opened the door for Luke, and turned him around to take the now vacant front seat. He sat slowly, but came down hard with a grunt and Rory felt the jeep shake from side to side.

In Rory's opinion, Luke looked tired and lethargic as Lorelai buckled him in the seat. "Mom, is he okay?"

"Yeah sweetie, he'll be fine, we just have to take care of him tonight," and Lorelai lovingly stroked his cheek as he leaned his head back against the head rest, with what looked like a nauseated swallow that rippled down his Adam's apple. Lorelai put his ball cap in his lap and shut the door on her precious cargo.

Lorelai rounded to the drivers side, and as she buckled herself in, instructed Luke "Just keep your eyes closed, baby; we're going home warp speed."

They raced home, Luke gripping his door, braced for impact, with his eyes closed as suggested. As soon as they were in the driveway, Lorelai helped Luke out of the jeep and inside. Rory followed behind, she was desperate to be of some assistance, "Mom? What can I do?"

Lorelai called over her shoulder, "Could you pick up his hat and just lock up behind me, okay Hon." Luke leaned on her and she helped him take the porch steps one at a time.

Rory found the hat in the dark, locked up the Jeep, and then opened the front door of the house for her mother and Luke. She followed cautiously behind them as her mother instructed and locked the front door, "Mom, what's wrong with him?"

"He's just not feeling well, right now…" As they started to tackle the staircase to Lorelai's room, Rory noticed Luke's steps were particularly heavy, "Rory, get a glass of water, then go to the medicine cabinet and bring me the aspirin."

With another mission, Rory felt like she could be of some service to Luke. When Rory entered the upstairs bedroom with her items, Lorelai was tucking Luke in bed, removing his flannel and boots. Luke groaned with the mattress as Lorelai eased him down, and when he lay back, he appeared to be instantly asleep. Rory placed the desired items on the nightstand till her mother was ready for then and Rory tried not to stare at Luke. Rory still had Luke's ball cap in her hands, cautiously climbed on the bed for a closer look at Luke. "Are you sure he's okay?"

Lorelai struggled a bit with the childproof cap of the aspirin, but insisted, "He'll be fine, I promise."

Rory nodded as she considered her options. She put the ball cap with the flannel at the foot of the bed, then crawled over to Luke and leaned down to kiss his cheek. "Good night, Luke. Feel better," even though she was certain he didn't hear her.

Lorelai got a kiss from her daughter before she left the room. "Night, Honey," said Lorelai, hoping she sounded cheerful.

Rory paused her exist at her mother's door and looked back to her mother nursing Luke. She watched as Lorelai helped Luke sit up and gave him a dose of aspirin and a drink of the water. Luke mumbled thanks and he was soon asleep again. Rory had so many questions for her mother, but knew they would have to wait till morning, so she went downstairs to go try to get some sleep.

Lorelai quickly changed into her comfy pajamas and put Luke's shirt and hat on another chair. She pulled back the covers and settled in close to limp Luke, keeping watch over him as he slept off the beer as she rested her arm over Luke's chest. Lorelai quickly welcomed some restful sleep herself considering the emotional roller coaster her family has been on over the last few days. As she snuggled close to Luke, she heard him whisper, "Love you," before going back into his beer induced sleep. With a smile she responded in kind and fell asleep, glad she wouldn't have thoughts of electric blankets in the morning.


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A/N: Purple Ribbon!

Announcement:

Izy would like to say a few words about trust…

What the heck happened to the reviews I used to read? Where's the spirit? Where's the guts, huh? "Ooh, we're afraid you're turning into ASP, we don't need this drama."

Well, I am here to tell ya'll that life isn't always oranges and sprinkles. ASP was right about one thing and only one thing, and this one thing is common knowledge to anyone that has had a relationship with another human being, COUPLES FIGHT! COUPLES FIGHT ABOUT STUPID STUFF! Real world example: my boyfriend and I fought over who was the better X-men, Magneto or Wolverine. I didn't speak to him for a full day because EVERYONE knows that Wolverine is cooler! Anyway I digress. Lay off the 'oh my God, you can't let them fight, it's too much like last season' reviews and ASP comparisons (unless they were done in jest). This is fanfic for a reason and if you read GG1979's disclaimer above you will see that she does NOTHING like ASP! SHE REJECTS THE VERY REALITY THAT SHE ESTABLISHED! The majority of season 6 didn't happen for us.

So in conclusion: have some faith in us people, we aren't going down a road that has caused so much damage, I mean have you read anything else either of us has done? Please continue to review, keeping in mind that she has a plan, I am here to keep her on plan, and both of us love non-pod Luke!

Thank you Izy, my sister from another mother, ever my defender, the one I have a freakish mind meld with, I think she's cute, I think she's funny, I think I'll keep her…

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"That was all God given talent..." why thank you NON POD Luke!
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R/R: PLEASE, I like to better myself. To quote The Princess Bride,
"...Remember this is for posterity, ... so be honest."
Please be specific with R/R; name one (or as many as you can think of or want to mention..…) At least one specific thing you liked

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