Heyyy everyone! Thank you all for being so patient, once again I've had a busy few weeks. As promised however, I am working on this story whenever I can so here is chapter 21!

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The Queen stared out over the glowing horizon of Asgard as night began to fall. She cast her mind back over the past few days – over the past few years…

Where was it that things had gone so wrong? She had always thought herself to be a good mother, to both her children. She had been kind and patient and loving. And she had stood by Odin's decision not to tell Loki of his lineage because she had truly thought it to be the right thing for him. How then, could she have been so wrong about it all? How had her child come to be so full of hatred and resentment and cruelty, when all she had ever offered him was love?

"My Queen," a deep rumbling voice shook her from her thoughts and she turned to face Heimdall. The Guardian bowed before her and spoke only once he had righted himself again. "I request audience with the King."

"The Allfather is indisposed currently," she replied. "He will see no one until the dawn. Not even his own wife." Silently, Frigga scorned herself for her incapability of keeping the resentment from her voice. As Queen it was her duty to act and speak based upon thought and reason, not emotion.

Hiemdall shook his head only slightly. "Forgive me, Your Highness. I fear it is a matter that the King would wish to hear of. It is of great urgency."

Frigga studied the Guardian of the realm and stood from her place on the window ledge. Something within her shifted. She moved towards Heimdall, her gaze never wavering.

"Speak, Heimdall." She ordered. "What troubles you?"

"It is Rosa, My Queen. She has gone to the dungeons to see the prisoner."

"Rosa has not been denied the right to visit Loki." Frigga replied calmly, indicating that she did not approve of her son being referred to as 'the prisoner'.

"She has made her way down there unaccompanied, My Queen. She has cast a sleeping spell upon his guards and she stands within his sect at this very moment with the cell door unlocked."

Frigga's heart rate began to increase yet she kept her face impassive. Heimdall met her eye.

"I fear she may intend to do something reckless."

The Queen smoothed her hands over the gentle fabric of her dress and looked up once again. "Return to your post, Heimdall. I will go to the dungeons myself and see to it that she is brought away."

"Your Highness-"

"That is an order, Heimdall."

The Guardian bowed his head, his golden sword clutched tightly in his large, steady hands. "As you wish, My Queen."

Frigga stood rigid as she watched him retreat from the Throne Room. She clasped her hands tight in front of her to hide the growing tremor in them. No sooner had Heimdall disappeared through the golden doors did Frigga move towards them herself. She pushed the doors open just far enough to watch him stride down the corridor.

"Is everything alright, Highness?" Frigga startled slightly as one of the guards standing watch outside of the Throne Room spotted her.

The Queen pulled her shoulders back somewhat, giving off a calm air. "I am going for a walk amongst the gardens. I wish to be alone… to clear my head. If anyone is to come looking for me, tell them to wait here for my return. Under no circumstances whatsoever am I to be disturbed. Is that clear?"

"Of course, My Queen." The guard bowed to her. Queen Frigga usually spoke to her people with such gentle words, and a soft smile. It was quite unlike her to give any order in the manner in which she just did.

Frigga gave the guard a nod and strode off in the direction of the Royal Gardens, cursing herself that she had to now make a longer trip. As soon as she had rounded a few corners she changed direction to her intended destination. The dungeons.

Frigga did her best not to break into a sprint. If she were to be spotted acting peculiarly, surely someone would go to Odin. She did not have much time.

As she moved she reached her hand into the sash tied around her waist and felt the small vial of liquid she had tucked away earlier that day.

Just in case, she had told herself. It occurred to her now, however, that she had always intended to use it.

Both Rosa and Loki remained where they were, staring at the Queen incredulously. Confusion and uncertainty etched quite evidently upon each of their faces. Rosa stood a little in front of Loki, protectively. Her hand reached out behind her, searched blindly for his.

With an impatient huff, Frigga moved towards them and brushed past Rosa to catch hold of Loki's wrist. Rosa shot Loki a panicked look but he watched the Queen intently, perfectly calm at having such close proximity with her.

"Heimdall will already be on his way to the Allfather to tell him of this," Frigga said as she uncorked a small vial of silvery liquid and poured it over the seals emblazoned on Loki's wrists. "This will unbind your magic, Loki. Odin concocted it himself should we ever have use for it… Cloak yourself from their sight quickly, Rosa too. They will be here soon and you must be gone by then."

Loki only stared at her, making no attempt to speak – to move – he only watched her.

Frigga saw the questions in his eyes and she smiled gently at him. She lifted a hand and placed it on Loki's cheek. "Loki, you are my son. You are mine. Regardless of what the rest of the Universe might believe… I know it to be true. I held you in my arms when you were just a babe and I have loved you so fiercely that I feared my heart might shatter. I have only ever wanted happiness for you.

"When your Father – and I shall never call him otherwise, Loki – when your Father first brought you home and placed you in my arms and told me what you were… I do not deny that the thought filled me with fear… But then you reached out and wrapped your tiny hand around my finger, and you leaned your head into the warmth of my body, and you looked at me with those eyes of yours… Loki, I have loved you from that very moment. I have seen such intelligence and strength and kindness in you, Loki. Please don't let go of that. It is not too late to live up to what I truly know you to be."

Frigga smiled softly as bittersweet tears began to rim her eyes. Never had she in her wildest dreams imagined that she would have to say goodbye to one of her sons, but she knew truly that it was for the best. This way he could be happy, he would know peace.

"I wish that we had the time to sit and speak of all that has happened. I wish I could make everything that has ever hurt you disappear… but you must go. Now. Just know that wherever you go, you shall carry my love with you."

Loki took hold of her hand, still unable to speak. Frigga smiled a mother's smile. Because she knew. She knew exactly what he wished he could say to her. He had been called the Silvertongue by many, able to spin pretty words into lies that anyone would fall for and manipulate anyone into acts they would never before have dreamed of. Yet when it came to himself, his own emotions – the words would not come to him.

"Come," she beckoned, moving towards the far dungeon corner. "There is a passage hidden here, should the Kingdom ever be conquered and our people forced down here into a trap."

She pressed her hand up against the wall and a cool blue glow shone out beneath her palm, crawling out over the stone until a doorway formed and the rock dissolved, giving way to a dark and narrow passage.

Frigga turned to face the pair.

"You must go quickly. The passage way will lead you out into the open fields past the villages." Frigga told them, clutching at Loki's hand just a little tighter. "Heimdall will have already sent for guards. Do you have a place to hide?"

Rosa nodded. "We do. I have a friend outside-"

"Hush, dear. It is better that I do not know." She cupped Rosa's cheek. "Be safe, child."

Frigga turned to Loki and stared up at his face, tears welled in her eyes. She did her best to drink in every last detail of his features. She knew full well that it was to be the last time she ever looked upon his face. Slowly she reached up and pulled him into her embrace.

"I love you, Loki." She whispered.

"And I you, Mother… thank you."

Frigga ascended the dungeon steps calmly, even as she heard approaching footfalls from above. She looked up as the light of the setting sun finally spilled upon her face and stood there waiting as the King drew nearer.

Odin's gaze fell upon his wife and right away he saw the truth upon her features.

"Frigga, tell me you didn't…"

"It is done." She replied, and moved past him to return to her chambers in silence.

Loki and Rosa hurried down the tunnel in near total darkness. Loki had thought it best to move without the light of a spell, should anyone be following them. Rosa refused to let go of Loki's hand and took comfort in the fact that he clutched onto hers just as tightly.

Rosa felt hope rising up within her. For the first time in a long time she felt as if fate was on her side. She had him back. They would escape. They had to.

The pair ran through the darkness for what seemed like hours, hearing only the sound of their own footsteps and increasingly exhausted panting until finally, they emerged out into a grassy open field, only just able to see the smoke rising from the chimneys in the far off village in the twilight. Rosa gazed around, disorientated for only a moment before saying softly, "This way."

They ran through the grass, each throwing uneasy glances around them until they came to crouch in the shadows of the small homes lining the outskirts of the village.

"It's here, Loki." Rosa whispered, pointing to a small house that looked as if it might crumble down at any moment. Yet there was something that looked so… dangerous about it and the eerie glow of a burning fire within it.

Loki slowed as they drew nearer and took hold of Rosa's arm, slowing her to a stop and pulling her towards a shadowed wall they quickly hid behind. He had questions before they went in there. "Rosa, what is this place?"

"It's alright." She assured him, with a nervous glance over her shoulder. "The woman who lives here has become a friend to me of sorts. I trust her to keep us safe. She won't reveal us to anyone."

"Who is she?" Loki shook his head slightly, begging to understand. Why in the world would Rosa have ever come to a place such as this?

Rosa hesitated. "She calls herself the Oracle."

Loki snorted at that, but Rosa looked up at him reproachfully. "You are joking, are you not? The Oracle is a fable, Rosa… a childhood story."

"She is real, Loki. She came to me when I lost you to help me look for you. Did you not wonder who has been teaching me magic? It was her who helped me communicate to you in Midgard. I could never have managed something like that alone."

"And you think a woman with such power is to be trusted?" Loki scowled.

At the sound of voices they froze, pressing up against the wall and waiting. A few women strolled past their hiding place, chattering happily amongst themselves. They did not see the two bodies pressed close in the darkness, watching them as they made their way.

Once they were out of ear shot, Rosa let out a sigh of relief. "We don't have the time for this, Loki. We must move."

Rosa hurried towards the door of the hut and knocked gently. It creaked open as soon as she had touched the wood and seemingly without the help of anyone from inside.

"Rosa, wait." He whispered, taking hold of her arm. "Perhaps we should-"

"It's alright… trust me."

Rosa threw a glance over in Loki's direction as she moved inside and Loki had no choice but to follow her.

As soon as Rosa pushed open the door a musky smell hit Loki like a punch. It made him feel hazy almost instantly and he wondered exactly how whoever lived there could possibly stand it.

He moved with caution, remaining close to Rosa, guarding her. Every fibre of his body screamed at him to take her and get out of there. Whoever this 'Oracle' was, she was no friend to Rosa. Anyone who was strong enough to project someone into another realm, and who offered a service such as that freely no less… Loki had not thought Rosa to be so reckless. Yet he supposed he was to blame after all.

He did not have to wait long to meet this fabled woman. She sat by the fire facing them, as if she had long expected their visit. The flames illuminated an ancient face and Loki recoiled the instant he saw her. He was grateful that she was blind. She was certainly a sight to behold. Dark empty eye sockets framed by skin, waxy and wrinkled. Dry, stringy strands hair hanging over a collapsing brow and blackened lips stretched into a grimace revealing several rotten teeth.

Who was this woman?

"Rosa…" she gurgled.

Rosa moved towards her quickly, her head bowed like a naughty child awaiting a scolding from a parent. "Please, I know that I should not have come when you did not call me here but I-"

"I know why you are here, child. You are welcome to whatever you need." Her croaking voice reminded him of the scuttling sound a cockroach makes as it runs across the floor. She reached out bony fingers and stroked the back of Rosa's hand gently. It was all Loki could do not the lunge at her and reef her away from Rosa. Her blind sockets turned towards Loki.

"Ahhh," even as she sighed her voice crackled. "The Joten Prince. I was hoping to be granted the opportunity to meet you, Sire."

"Who are you?" He snarled, not liking the mocking tone in her voice.

"Loki…" Rosa murmured.

"There is a room through those curtains," The Oracle said slowly, "with a bed." She added as an afterthought and shot Loki a twisted grin. He felt bile rise in his throat. "You must be in want of rest. Stay as long as you like…"

"Thank you." Rosa said softly with a small smile.

Loki took hold of Rosa's arm and bent close to her ear. "Rosa, we should not stay here."

"We have nowhere else to go." She whispered, the fear evident in her eyes. "Loki, please."

He cast another glance back in the Oracle's direction, but when he felt Rosa place a trembling hand upon his chest he sighed in defeat.

"We leave at sunrise," he told her firmly. "No matter what the plan is."

Rosa nodded.

Loki sat on the edge of the bed massaging his wrists, marked and sore from the cuffs he had worn. As he moved his fingers Rosa watched. She stood by the small window, peaking out occasionally but for the most part she gazed over at Loki, feeling her heart swell each time she did.

He had changed so much. He stood differently, moved differently. He spoke with a strange sort of arrogance now that she had never before noticed. His hair was longer of course, and his face… he just looked so much older. Everything about him was sharper… harsher. So much so that when she had first seen him again, she'd feared he really was gone. But his eyes, the way he looked at her… he was still there. He was still Loki. She could see that much.

"I can't believe you're truly here… It all still feels like a dream." She smiled at him.

He returned a small unsettled smile but soon stared back at the floor, lost in thought.

"Rosa… you said that you wished for us to run." The words came out slowly, each chosen carefully. "To where exactly?"

"At dawn tomorrow we make for the shores. We shall find a boat and we shall row it to the edge of Asgard, cloaked under your spell all the while. Once we reach the edge we jump, hand in hand… and we go wherever it may take us."

Loki's brow creased. "You have not thought any of this through. If we were to survive the fall-"

"You did." She cut in stubbornly.

"There is no telling where we might end up. I didn't just land upon a lovely cloud and glide through the galaxy until I arrived in Midgard. It was hell, Rosa. It was cold and dark and painful. I went without food and water and warmth for what felt like eternity. Shadowed things crawled on me and ate my flesh and when I cried out my own screams echoed back at me for hours until I was sure it would send me mad. I can't subject you to that Rosa, I'm not even sure I could do it again."

He stood and moved towards her, taking hold of her shoulders so that she would look him in the eyes. Understand me, I can't let you do this.

"It's the price that must be paid, Loki." Rosa too, chose her words with caution as she watched him. "How can you possibly be saying such things now? Now that you're here and you're out of that cell and we have a chance to get away… I know how dangerous this will be, Loki. I know the price and the risks. I will take them. Gladly. I won't stand by and watch them kill you. It can't end this way… it can't."

"But think," He begged her. "Just think about what it is that you intend to do. You'll lose everything. You'll never spend another moment of your life at ease, you'll constantly be watching over your shoulder! You don't even know that we'll find this place in which we can hide away that you're so confident exists."

Only hours before he had loathed this woman, or at least thought he had. It had only taken a few simple words on her part and a few gentle touches, and he had fallen right back to her all over again. For two years he had done what he could to convince himself that anything he had ever felt for her was imagined. He had been caught up in an idea and nothing more. He had been in love with the notion of others looking up to him, and Rosa had been his first taste of that… that was all. And once he conquered the Earth he would know so much more of that glory.

How wrong he had been. It was her. It was only ever her. He knew full well that she could ask him to crawl across hot coals to bow at her feet and he would do so willingly.

He couldn't watch her suffer for him. Not again.

Loki ran his hand slowly over the marred skin of Rosa's right arm, taking in every awful curve and lump the burns had created. His burns. He felt ill at the sight of them. Of all the things he had done in the past years, hurting her – in any way – it would weigh heaviest upon him.

"You will bare these scars for the rest of your life." His voice was strained, only just louder than a whisper and he could not meet her eye.

Rosa tilted her head, watching him. She brought her hand up to rest upon his cheek and guided his face so that he looked at her at last.

"And you will suffer them," she said gently. "I know that... I want you to know that I forgive you."

"How, after all I have done can you offer me sympathy?" He spat.

Rosa sighed, attempting to gather her thoughts. She had to speak carefully here, she knew that. "I won't pretend that what you have done is right, Loki. You've done such terrible things… destroyed so much… hurt good people… But I know you. I know your heart. I want to help you find the man you were again, the one I truly know you to be. I want him back. I want you, Loki. That is why I will take this risk. For you… you're worth anything the nine realms and beyond could ever hope to throw at us."

Loki pulled her into his arms.

Rosa rolled over, on the cusp of consciousness to find Loki missing and the sheets beside her cold. She glanced around the room and saw him standing by the window naked, staring out over Asgard.

"Loki?" she asked hesitantly, pulling herself somewhat reluctantly away from her pillow.

He half glanced over his shoulder at the sound of her voice but turned back to the window, "Go back to sleep, my star."

She ignores his request and climbed out of the bed, approaching him slowly from behind. She ran her fingers gently down his spine and he hissed. She wrapped her arms around him, her hands sliding up to caress his chest and she pressed a gentle kiss to his back before resting her forehead against his cool skin. Pressing her body flush against his back.

"Are you alright?" she whispered.

He ran long fingers up her forearm, he took her hand in his and brought it to his lips, kissing it gently. "You should be sleeping." He whispered.

"As should you."

"Go back to bed, Rosa." There was something in his voice… something that worried her.

She let go of him and he turned to face her.

"Why?" she asked, the fear evident in her voice, "W-where are you going?"

He exhaled steadily and his gaze dropped, "Rosa-"

She grabbed hold of him, panic rose within her as tears sprang into her eyes, "Loki, don't do this."

"Just listen."

"Two years without you Loki. Two years. I can't do it again."

"You'll be better off, Rosa!"

Rosa slapped him. The smack of her palm connecting with cheek rang out between them.

Silence followed as Loki's hand came to his bruising cheek, his eyes shot to hers with shock. Suddenly, she took hold of his head and pulled him into a kiss.

She kissed him harder and more passionately than she had ever done before. He had not the will power to pull away so his hands fell upon her hips and he returned her kiss. Rosa pulled him towards the bed, and pushed him back onto the mattress, climbing on top of him straddling him, offering him more feverish kisses. She needed to show him. She needed to make him see how much she needed him. But she was terrified… raw, baring her very soul to him…

What if after all of this, it's not enough to make him stay? At that moment she dissolved into tears, burying her face in his neck. He wrapped his arms around her and sits up, Rosa still saddled on his lap.

"It's alright." He whispered.

Rosa clung to him, hanging on for dear life, "Please don't leave me, please… please…"

"Shhh, it's alright."

"I love you, Loki. I love you…. Please don't leave me. I'm begging you… I'll do anything… I love you…"

He moved gently to lay her back in the bed. He pulled her close, touching every part of her body that he could possibly reach.

"Go to sleep," he whispered.

"Don't leave me," she whimpered into his chest.

"I won't… I swear it." He kissed her head, "I'm here."

They fell asleep grasping on to one another until at last the sun rose. Loki had not managed a moment of sleep. He had lied there, wide awake, holding onto her. Going over every possible outcome in his head a million times. He had made a decision. He was sure. He was steady. No sooner had Rosa opened her eyes did Loki press a kiss to her forehead and let out a sigh of defeat. Rosa remained still and let him run his fingers through her hair, waiting for him to speak.

"Alright." He murmured. "I'll do it. I'll run."

Rosa lay frozen for a moment as his words sunk in, hardly daring to believe her own ears. He had been so unwilling the night before, she had feared that perhaps… but now Rosa let out a relieved laugh and pulled herself closer to him, pressing a kiss to his throat.

Soon it would all be over.

"I just have order of business that must be seen to before we leave, to ensure no one follows us." He told her gently. "I will go right away. I won't be long, but you must wait here for me."

She pulled back a little to look at him, "Why?"

"I must do this one thing alone, Rosa. You must trust me."

"And you'll come back?"

Loki smiled softly at her. "I never intended to come back here and feel anything for you… and all it took was a few minutes in your presence to remind me just how much you mean. I need you to be safe, Rosa. So this, what I'm doing… I'm doing this for you. Do you understand?"

"And then we run?" She pressed. There was something in her voice that made Loki suspect that she didn't believe him. She wanted to trust him, desperately. But Loki feared that part of her was giving up.

He could hardly stand to meet her eye. Somehow this was worse than her trying to stop him, worse than her tears. A deep selfishness within him did not want her to give up, he wanted her to convince him.

"And then we run." It was the first lie he'd ever told her.

Thor moved into his chambers and let his shoulders slump, he was utterly spent. He had barely slept since he had been sent to Midgard to retrieve Loki.

He and the Kingsmen had spent most of the night searching the Kingdom for Loki. Thor thought to be in vain. Surely, if he had managed to escape the dungeons he would be a million leagues away by now.

"Hello, brother."

Thor whipped around at the sound of the voice, Mjolnir flying into his hand. His stance was wide and ready as he turned and faced Loki who emerged calm and collected from his hiding place in the shadowed corner of the room.

"Now, now." Loki's eyes flicked momentarily towards Thor's weapon. "There's no need for that. I am not here to fight you, Odinson."

"What are you doing here, Loki? You realise that I must take you back to the Allfather now? Every guard in the Kingdom is out there looking for you. The people want your blood!" Thor's grip remained firm upon his hammer.

Loki sneered. "Believe it or not, Thor, I was able to deduce as much without your help. But worry not, dear brother, I have no intention of being taken captive again."

He moved further into the centre of the room, running his long fingers over Thor's belongings as he passed them and thoroughly enjoying the way the God of Thunder tensed as he moved closer. How long had it been since he had been inside that room? It seemed like a lifetime ago. The last time he has stood there with Thor, they had been brothers.

"I'm leaving, Thor." He went on. "I intend to disappear and to never be heard from again."

Thor opened his mouth to speak but Loki, with a smirk, beat him to it-

"And I will leave your precious Midgard be as well. I'm done. Done trying to conquer, to prove myself. I intend no more harm to anyone. All I want is to disappear, to spend the rest of my days alone and invisible… that is why I have come to you, Thor, to ask of you a favour."

Thor actually snarled at that. "Why should I help you, Loki? After all that you have done, how can you truly expect me to believe you to be sincere? You think all it takes is some speech and I will help you escape?"

"I am not asking for you to assist my escape. I will do that with or without your approval." Loki swallowed. "What I ask is far more important than that… Rosa, as I'm sure you've guessed by now, aided my escape from the dungeons. She wants to run away with me. She-"

Thor finally lowered Mjolnir as he watch the God of Lies struggle to form words over the choking emotions building up within him. Loki looked up at last and met his eye.

"I cannot subject her to such a life. I ask this one thing of you, Thor, and I give you my word that if you agree to it you will never hear of any trouble on my part again." Loki moved closer to the God of Thunder, his gaze intense. "I will be a ghost, an awful memory and nothing more. This I promise… if you swear to tell the Allfather that I cast an enchantment upon Rosa before I fell to have control over her."

Thor stared, confused. "What do you mean?" he asked carefully, suspecting a trick.

"Tell him that is why she searched for me as she did when I was gone. Tell him that it was my spell that caused her to steal into the dungeons… and tell him… that when she argues that none of this is true, it is because the effects the spell were powerful and linger still, but in time they shall fade. Tell him that she was just another of my victims."

"Loki-"

"Do this for me brother. Or if not for me then for her. This is the only way she can remain here safely. She told me that you had become a dear friend to her over the past few years. Protect her now when she most needs you to."

Rosa paced the small room, chewing nervously at her thumbnail.

He had been gone for far too long, whatever business could he have possibly had anyway?

Dread filled Rosa as her thoughts turned to Frigga. She had poured her very soul out to her son when she had come to aid them and Loki had been rendered speechless. He had not managed a proper goodbye and now he was set to leave and never return. Would he risk making his way back into the Palace to see her one last time? Surely Loki wouldn't be so reckless.

The thought made Rosa's stomach churn. And even more so than that, a darker thought. A cruel thought that seemed not to wish to relent, the thought that much can change in the time they'd spent apart.

Was there a chance that perhaps he was playing her for a fool? She had been, after all, a truly convenient means of escape. What if he had played along only long enough so that he could break free from Odin's bindings and destroy Asgard?

No, Rosa told herself firmly. You're wrong to even think it. You must trust him as you once did.

Still, any number of guards were out there scouring the city for any trace of him. If he had been apprehended…

Rosa took to the door at last, unable to stand it any longer. She intended to go and find him. They had already wasted far too much time, they needed to leave. Any moment now, Odin's soldiers could find them and take them to face trial.

Hastily, Rosa fastened a dark heavy cloak around her shoulders and made way for the door.

"You have not forgotten our bargain, have you child?" Rosa gasped and spun towards the voice. The Oracle stood in the far corner of the room, where Rosa had not even glimpsed her. "You owe me a debt repaid."

"Now?" The word came out in a desperate huff, "Please, I do not have time. I must go to him before-"

"I warned you that you must pay a cost to me, Rosa." The old woman moved to her chair and sat down calmly, she folded her hands over in her lap and seemed to stare at her with those empty eye sockets. Rosa felt a shiver run up her spine and her stomach churned. She felt suddenly overwhelmed with a sense of dread. It filled her, consumed her. Rosa had felt fear in the presence of this woman before, but never like this. She had trusted her and taken in every word of advice that she had ever offered her. The Oracle had helped her more than Rosa could ever have imagined possible. Yet in that moment, she was overwhelmed by the sense that the Oracle was not a woman to be trifled with. If Rosa were to deny her now, she would live to regret it.

"So be it… name your price. What is it that you want from me?"

The Oracle's lips thinned over rotten teeth as she smiled.

Dun. Dun. DUUUUN! I'm having a LOT of fun writing the next chapter, y'all! I hope you've enjoyed this one :) Please leave a review to let me know your thoughts! I love to read what you have to say.

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