A/N: I'm so sorry for that, lovely readers. But it had to happen. The way I've planned this story fits exactly into what would have happened if Edward and Bella had met circa 1917 and married. The characters you have known and loved in the Twilight saga still exist and still have mostly the same story. Remember, I promised a happy ending, and a happy ending you shall get. If, however, at the completion of this story you would like to know more about little Eddie's brief human life, I'd be happy to do a side story upon request.
EGADS! Thank you attentive readers and reviewers! I forgot I killed Charlie off… 0.0 I wrote this chapter at 0400 in the morning. So… Sorry about the confusion. All better now.. I'm going to go self-flagellate.
As always, thank you so much for the reviews. Happy reading!
Disclaimer: I never have and never will own anything mentioned in SM's Twilight. I am but a poor student. She is a God. Enjoy.
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Chapter Fifteen: Dreaming
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I found myself lost in the dark, and was not surprised. This had been my dream for the past ten years. The dream began shortly after my seventeenth birthday, and continued night after night for nearly a year. The dream changed, through the months (mostly because my growing boy featured in it) but stayed essentially the same. Now, the dream had taken on further horrors to torture me. I hoped that my screams wouldn't wake Eddie.
Before me, Edward stood in a lone pool of light, his skin glinting in the brightness – soft, snow-white, glittering, cold. His lips were parted as if in a cry of agony. His beautiful emerald eyes had darkened and morphed into rubies. Bright specks of red contrasted grotesquely against his beautiful skin, the whiteness of his shirt, the beautiful plane of his cheek. He held out his arms and fell to his knees and screamed and suddenly – I felt my heart clench – he was not alone in the spotlight.
My beautiful son, his son, lay cradled in Edward's arms, his lovely eyes half-closed, the lavender lids forming blinds over the emerald pupils beneath. His rosy cheeks and lips were ashen, nearly blue. His shirt was drenched in the same scarlet that speckled Edward's visage. Edward had stopped his cries. He looked up at me, the expression reminiscent of one burning at the stake, face contorted and strained.
"I'm so sorry, my love," he whispered, agonized.
And then… Blackness. I searched and searched for my angels, crying and screaming. It wasn't until I felt a cool touch on my forehead that I woke, gasping for air, still moaning in pain.
"Bella, love," the velvet voice whispered softly.
"Edward?" I whimpered, reaching toward the voice, aware that I was drenched with cold sweat and shivering. The cold touch withdrew and I whimpered, fighting tears. A dream, only a dream. I was imagining him again. I had imagined my son's death too. I spoke into the darkness, blinking through my tears in a vain attempt to see.
"You must stop haunting me, Edward… I can't keep seeing you anymore… You're making me crazy," I sobbed as I slid out of bed carefully, still shaking. I needed to reassure myself. Every few nights I went through this cycle: Waking from the nightmare, running to Eddie's room to assure myself that he was unharmed.
I stumbled to the door, not bothering with the lights, then down the hall to Eddie's bedroom. As always, his door was wide open. I went to kneel beside the bed, gently smoothing back his curls with my left hand. I kept them longer than most mothers did for their boys. I could not bear to cut them too short… My fingers paused in their trek from his brow to hairline. His skin was chilled. I frowned slightly, panic rising in me as I rubbed my other hand over his cheek.
"Eddie, darling?"
No answer. He was a heavy sleeper, though, like Charlie.
"Eddie?"
I shook him gently and gasped when my hand came away sticky and wet.
"Eddie?" my voice shot up in shrill panic as I nearly knocked over the bedside lamp in an attempt to turn it on. The blasted thing finally flared to life, chasing the shadows to the other side of the bed, behind me, behind the headboard.
"Oh.. oh God…" I whimpered, backing away from the bed. A darkening red stain spread from Eddie's shirt collar to nearly his abdomen, blossoming over both shoulders and darkening his suspenders as well. I clapped my hand over my mouth, trembling uncontrollably, unable to rise to my feet.
"Bella," the velvet voice called to me again, agonized and strained strangely. I turned jerkily, sure that I had finally gone mad. The voice I had heard for years was speaking to me again, stabbing me deeper when I hurt the most. But there he was in all his heavenly perfection, his features sharpened by his angelic status, his glorious eyes dark ruby. They frightened me, a little, but not any more than the scene on the bed.
"Please, save him, Edward," I whimpered, my hand fluttering uselessly in gesture to the bed.
"I can't Bella, I couldn't… I'm so sorry… I tried," it seemed as if he was begging me for forgiveness. I could only collapse into his arms and sob. At the back of my mind, I noted that my hallucination angel Edward seemed to be constructed of granite – Almost as if the statue of David had become more beautiful and decided to move. He smelled like he always did, if not even better. The sweet scent enveloped me as I cried, helpless in his arms. It was if a second hole had ripped open in my chest and was currently consuming me from the inside out. Eating away at my lungs, first, then my ribs and heart. I fought the urge to vomit as the scent of my precious son's blood hit me. I realized I had been half-holding my breath since I entered the room, and now that I sobbed and subsequently inhaled over and over, I could smell the rustiness of it. The room spun dangerously and Edward lifted me up, into his cool arms, and carried me away from the carnage.
I looked blurrily up at my husband's face and felt an illogical pang of jealousy and pain. Ten years, and he had not aged one single day. Whereas I was rougher looking, now: my hands were rougher, my nails and fingers beaten from ten years of working, cooking, cleaning. My hands bore too many burns from fighting the stove and the many farms between here and Chicago.
"Why haven't you aged?" I screeched in a bout of hysteria. He held and rocked me as I sobbed for all of the things I was feeling at this moment – the budding realization that this angelic creature was real, that my son had been undone by some grisly accident of nature, that my loneliness all this time had been unnecessary. These awoke new fears in me, and made me mad with pain and anger. My sobs turned into shrieks then moans and whimpers as he held me through the night. It dawned on me belatedly that Edward had never gotten to hold his son. I cried a whole new wave of tears for all the things he missed and all the things we would miss now that we were reunited. We would never see our Eddie fall in love and get married. He would never learn how to drive…
"Bella," Edward whimpered sometime after the sun had risen. His voice sound cracked and dry, as if he voiced how I felt inside: cracked sanity, dry heart. "Bella, please, talk to me," he begged. I could not bear to be the reason behind the pain in his velvet voice.
"It's not your fault, Edward," I said, sounding hoarse. It was unfair that even when he was in as much agony as I, he still sounded like velvet while I did a fair impression of a toad. I felt so stupid for finding the time to compare my voice to his perfect one. I knew him, though. He would blame himself when I knew he was innocent.
"How could you possibly know," he demanded, suddenly furious. His hands became iron shackles around my upper arms. "How could you possibly know that it was not I who tore our son's life from him? How could you know that it was not I who lured him into the dark, who tempted him with sweeties, stole him from his mother? Even if it was not – It may as well have been! I saw it all, Bella! I saw the beast that did this to him! Knew what he attended! And I hesitated! Hesitated for a moment too long – long enough for him to snuff out our son!"
I gasped, his hands had squeezed me too tightly. I could feel the circulation cut off. My fingers began tingling.
"Edward..!" he must have read the pain across my face. I regretted the complaint as soon as I said it, for when I looked up he was across the room, pressed as close to the wall as he could managed, his hands curved into fists, his knuckles straining against his skin so tightly I wondered how they did not break though.
"See.. See what I am, Bella? I cannot even keep myself from hurting you..! Just to hold you in my arms is a danger to your life. Do you not understand, love? I'm a monster! I am the damned! And you, Angel, you must order me away! You must order me to take responsibility! I cannot without your blessing. I am too… weak."
"I won't, Edward," I said steadily, I sounded as determined as I felt and I was glad. Half my heart had been carved out, but the other half now healed with his presence. "I don't care what you are. You can't leave me again!"
I couldn't take any more. My voice cracked and broke, dissolving into another sob. Carefully, gradually, Edward inched his way across the floor to kneel beside me again. Oh-so-gently, he enfolded me in his arms and pulled me into his lap. He leaned against the side of the bed, and we both wept. He, tearlessly, I, with endless oceans of moisture, for our little boy, for the time we'd lost.
"What time is it?" I croaked, shielding my eyes from the light slanting through the window. Edward had moved me at some point to lie against his side, the both of us curled on the throw rug beside Eddie's bed.
"Past noon, love," Edward whispered. "You slept for seven hours." He still sounded anguished. As much as I also felt that way, it sounded impossibly wrong in his angel's voice.
"We should… clean him up. Take him to the funeral home," I said so quietly I wondered if he could hear it.
"I'll do it," he said determinedly. "I should… after…"
"Let's both go," I insisted weakly, trying not to look at the mutilated body. I wanted to remember my boy as the beautiful child he was – vibrant, glowing, an Edward in miniature with Charlie's curls, and my lips.
I tried not to cry. Edward had seen enough of my tears to last a lifetime. Even if he were just an illusion I would hang onto him as long as possible. I started to stand and Edward helped me, steadying me gently. I looked up at him a little cautiously.
"You'll need newer clothes… and a shower."
"Both of us do," he said quietly. I took his hand and led him back to my bedroom. The armoire was still full of his things. They were a decade old, but they would fit. Out of fashion or not. My eyes glanced down at his left hand and I bit my lip when I saw that his wedding band no longer rested there. He seemed to follow my gaze, and his hand disappeared into his pocket, almost too quickly for me to see. He withdrew the plain gold band, slipping it back onto its rightful place.
"The only thing that has kept me going until now, Bella, is that I knew you must be alive somewhere. Even if you had remarried, I would still live for you. I… I was trying to protect people like you and Junior when… When I found him," he finished weakly, wincing. I pulled his cold hand to my lips, fully aware that if he wished he could have stopped me. But he seemed to melt a little when I kissed his ring. I didn't care how it came to be – it only mattered that he was with me, now.
"The only thing that has kept me going until now, Edward" I whispered, quoting him, "is that I knew you must exist somewhere. Even if you no longer knew me, I still lived for you and our boy… and now, I live for us."
His deep burgundy, almost black eyes smoldered spellbindingly as I stared into them. Carefully, he lifted his left hand. As if he were afraid I would break beneath his touch, he carefully traced my face from brow to chin with the back of his hand in a gentle caress.
"I adore you, Bella Masen," he whispered.
I leaned into the perfume of his breath and the strength of his embrace, standing on tiptoe to kiss him. Abruptly, the moment was gone and Edward pushed me away with a look of sacrifice and pain on his face.
"We have business to attend to, love," he said gently. I tried to push aside the senseless feeling of rejection. I had just heard his assurances of his adoration of me… We did have business to attend to.
"I kept most of your things… there's a suit in there for you. I'll just wash my hands and change out here. You can use the shower," I said softly as I turned to the washbasin I kept by the bed out of habit.
I did not hear Edward leave my side, but I did hear the water turning on. I dipped my reddish-brown smeared hands into the water and looked away, scrubbing until I felt all of the grit and stickiness dissolve. I opened the window, still looking away from the pinkish water as I dumped it into the alley below.
Edward emerged from the bathroom, soon after, in the midst of buttoning up his shirt. I helped him as I had when we lived together in Chicago. My hands immediately went to straighten his necktie. His hands caught mine before I could clip his suspenders and I turned away. I would not push the issue. If he did not want me touching him then I would not. Turning away, I deftly unbuttoned my dress and slid it off, leaving just my stockings, garters, thin filmy shorts and camisole. I pulled a drop waist dress from the armoire and slipped it over my head. There was much to be said about the current styles; they were so much more comfortable than the corset-and-petticoat nonsense I had grown up with. It was not until I turned that I noticed Edward's stare. The look in his eyes was frightening in its intensity. Hungry. There was no other way to describe it. The desire in his eyes made a shiver roll down my spine.
"We should go," I said in a soft reminder, blushing as I averted my gaze. Edward went to Eddie's room and wrapped him in his sheets before carrying him to the car. There was no other way to go about it. I slid into the driver's seat. I did not need to look to know that Edward would take his place beside me. The ride to the funeral home was short and passed in silence. The man who met and helped us arrange Eddie's funeral was too formal. Too brusque. He spent more time staring between Edward and I than thinking about our Eddie. It made me furious to think he could treat death, the death of my baby, with such nonchalance. I was on the verge of angry tears when Edward finally excused us both after finishing the finalities. They would embalm my boy and he would be ready for burial within the week. I briefly debated telling Angela. What, though? That my son had been brutally murdered? She wouldn't believe the "accident" bit… I watched him too carefully.
Then it would only be myself and Edward beside Eddie's grave come Friday. Until then, I had time to decide whether I was still caught in some horrific nightmare or a bizarrely comforting dream. It felt strange – I knew my one and only son was gone, lost to me, and it pained me beyond belief. Each breath felt like daggers to my tightly compressed lungs, yet Edward's cold, smooth hand in my gloved one made me sigh in content. I could not decide whether I should rejoice or cry, or both simultaneously.
Edward drove us back to the house. It was nearing dinnertime, so I set about making dinner. I made enough for two, as usual. Once everything was either on the stove or in the oven I made my way to the telephone. School and work.
"Hello?" I had decided to ring Ms. Jordyn first. I sometimes substituted for her girls' school and I regularly did the sewing, mending, and washing. I did not need the work, I had discovered only a few years ago. Some time after I had moved from the farm outside of Tinly Park, an insurance agency in Chicago had contacted me with news that I would be receiving insurance money from the deaths of Mr. Edward Anthony Masen, Jr. and Mrs. Elizabeth Masen. But all of that I put away in the bank for when Eddie was old enough to go to college. In the meantime I picked up odd jobs to keep myself busy and to keep meals on the table. It seemed the saving was pointless, now. I wondered idly what I would do with all of it… Nearly five hundred dollars had accumulated already in the account.
"Hello, Ms. Jordyn?" I snapped out of my thoughts at the sound of the woman on the other end.
"Yes? Is that you, Bella Masen?"
"Yes… I'm so sorry I didn't call earlier. I've… Eddie's… There was an accident…" my voice broke and I wondered how many times I would have to feel my heart shatter along with it, how many times I would have to admit his absence.
"Oh, dear. Is he alright?"
"I'm afraid not," I said almost too quietly for her to hear.
"I'm so sorry for your loss, dear," Ms. Jordyn said. She did sound sorry. I felt bad for spreading my pain. "Come in whenever you're ready. You'll always have work with us."
"Thank you."
The comfortingly cool arms that slid around my waist did only a little to quell the ache in my heart and lungs. It felt as if I would suffocate, or that my insides would explode outward – I could not decide which. I felt so broken. Like broken pieces lying in a box together, no where to go, nothing to do…
Dinner was a silent affair. I pushed my food around absently for a while. Edward did the same. I had so many questions. The weight of what had passed hung in the air between us. In the end, it was he that broke the tense stillness.
"Why did you not remarry? You were only seventeen when they let you out of the hospital, Bella."
"I did not want to. I still loved you," I whispered. He sounded so accusatory. Almost as if he wished I had married.
"Why did you move to New York?"
"Easier for a single mother to get a paying job."
"You should have married."
"No use arguing something that will never and has never happened, Edward," I said in near exasperation. He was always this stubborn, I was just now remembering.
"And in all that time, you've never once considered- You've never once thought that you deserved love?"
"I didn't want anyone else's love, Edward."
"You're a fool."
"I'm my husband's fool," I answered bitterly, pushing my food away.
"And now?"
"I still wear your ring." My voice came a little softer as I twisted my thin gold wedding band around my finger. I wore his engagement ring on my right hand, now, both symbols of his love for me.
"…How could you want me still, Bella, now that you've seen what I've become?"
But I hadn't, not really. I still did not understand.
"What have you become, Edward?" I asked somewhat sharply. "How have you changed except superficially? You have the same heart, the same compassion, the same tenderness… You still… Do you not want me anymore?" I asked fearfully. His eyes seemed torn. What was it I saw there? Regret? Fear? Desire? I could not tell – the emotions flashed away as quickly as they came.
"I- Bella, I am the same sort of beast that did that to our son. I… kill… people, Bella."
"You wouldn't hurt a child," I said, sounding more sure of it than I felt.
"No. I've never hurt a child," he qualified. "But I have, I do, kill people to sustain myself, Bella."
"To sustain yourself? So you're… Like Dracula?" I asked, chewing my lower lip. The popular fictional novel. Garlic, crosses, holy water, and spikes.
"Not quite. But it is the same concept. Not so romantic as Dracula."
"…How does it work?" I asked, morbidly curious. "How did you…"
"I was saved by a doctor at Mercy Hospital. Mother died but asked him to help me as a final request… He granted it, in this way."
"So this doctor is a good vampire. You are a good vampire."
"Ha!" the short, sarcastic laugh startled me. "Carlisle denies what is natural to us. Sitting here with you Bella… It is like having a red-hot poker thrust down my throat, yet after feeling the pain of losing our… Our son… My entire being cringes from the thought of feeling that again. And it would be a hundred times more agonizing to know that you, my angel, no longer breathed."
"Oh…" I said softly. It was all I could manage.
"You haven't aged," I stated the obvious. He was still magnificent as when he married me at sixteen.
"No…"
"And I'm… nearly thirty," I said with a grimace. I did not look old, but I definitely looked older than Edward.
"You're beautiful," he said so reverently that I blushed. "I'm technically the same age as you, Bella, merely frozen…"
"Freeze me, too, please, before I can pass as your mother," I muttered mutinously. Edward's face became drawn and his eyes narrowed.
"Never."
"Why not, Edward?"
"It would be too dangerous, Bella… And despite… Despite what happened, you can still live a full life. You're young enough for more children if you wish. You have everything in the world waiting for you."
"I won't enjoy it without you… I refuse to be away from you Edward," I said with sudden fear shaking me. I could not, would not, survive without Edward again. Not on my own. The hole that had just begun re-stitching itself rent open again. I gasped for air as I gripped my sides. "Please don't leave me again, Edward, I- I can't!"
He seemed to understand. In a moment his cold, hard arms were wrapped tightly around my trembling torso, his lips brushing my hair with soft murmured apologies and reassurances. My heart was breaking over and over today, and I could not stand yet another shattering blow. How could I live without a reason? Surely he knew what he was doing to me… Edward's lips found my cool forehead and spoke against my skin while his arms clutched me tighter against his chest.
"I swear to you, Isabella Marie Masen, my wife, I will not break the vow I swore to you. I have never broken it… I have loved you for the entirety of the time I have known you and all the time we have been separated. I respect you for the fire in your eyes, the love in your heart, and the strength of your mind. I have honored the gift you gave me that day… I have always carried our wedding ring. I have not… I could not provide for you and your needs recently..." Edward's eyes became pained again, then burned hotter with the fervor behind them.
"But Bella, I swear to you again, in my immortality, that I will continue to cherish you for eternity. I make a new vow, my love, that I will stand beside you for as long as you desire it. I will provide for your every need and whim… I will be a comfort to you, my angel, if I have to batter down the very gates of Heaven for you!"
Then Edward's eyes hardened into blind determination. I watched in fascination as his slender fingers rose to my chin and tilted my face upwards. Simultaneously he dipped his head, lowering his lips, and I closed my eyes.
The kiss was a mere brush of his lips against mine at first, but the heat that flooded my veins pushed me to part mine. I inhaled the lovely scent of him, even more potent than before, and I leaned forward to kiss him more deeply. My tongue darted out to trace his lower lip and Edward did not pull away. Instead, he seemed to be bracing himself against the floor as I threw my arms around his shoulders and clung to him, making love to his mouth with mine. Too soon, Edward carefully pushed me away. It frustrated me to no ends that I used all my strength to hold onto him, yet it was not nearly enough.
"Bella, please, do not test me," he said weakly, but I gladdened at the slight amusement in the dark depths.
"I need to hunt," he said abruptly, the word sounding sinister in his velvet voice.
"May I go as well?"
"No!" the vehemence of his refusal startled me. I felt my brow furrow as I tugged and tested my lower lip. It had become a more persistent habit, as Eddie grew older. Edward pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. "No, Bella, it's too dangerous for you. You do not understand… please, if you value my sanity, stay inside. Do not open any windows. Do not answer the door. Keep everything locked and I will return to you by dawn."
"How will you get in if everything's locked up?" I inquired, curious as to how he had gotten in… before. Edward merely gave me a sad little smile that told me it had something to do with the whole immortality bit, and kissed my cheek lightly.
"Go to bed, love. I will be there when you wake."
He walked me upstairs to my bedroom, tucked me in once I changed (I retreated to the bathroom to do so, I could not bear him seeing me in a state of undress after all these years while it was obvious that he was still perfect and beautiful as ever). And he hummed my lullaby to me until I fell asleep.
My dreams were as disturbing as ever, after a fashion. I could see Edward and myself, standing together. I knew we were happy. When I held Edward's hand it no longer felt cold to me, but pleasantly warm. My own hand in his sparkled strangely in the sunlight that filtered through the blinds. I spun, and my arms locked around a beautiful child, much like Eddie when he was a baby, with lovely bronze curls and dimples and soft hot skin. The baby turned its head to me and I gasped at the blood-red eyes.
"Bella!" Edward hissed urgently in my ear. I could feel his cold hands shaking me lightly. Opening my eyes revealed that I was curled into a beautifully sculpted chest, half-displayed behind unbuttoned cotton shirt. Heat shot through me again? What in God's name was wrong with me? Here I was, a recently un-widowed woman of nearly thirty reacting to masculine beauty with all the grace of a silly sixteen-year-old. I groaned and pressed my forehead against his chest, hiding my face.
Edward stroked my hair for a few moments and sighed in exasperation. I looked up at him in askance and he pursed his lips, apparently trying to phrase something difficult.
"Your silence frustrates me to no ends–"
"I'm sorry, should I talk about something?" I opened my mouth to babble some more but Edward stopped me by brushing his lips over my forehead.
"No, Bella, I mean… I have a gift." His lovely lips turned upwards in my favorite crooked grin. He tapped his forehead. "I can hear most. It's how I've been justifying… what I do, because I can hear the thoughts of the wicked streetwalkers and hunt them exclusively, but you! You are, as you have always been, a complete enigma."
"Oh… Well, I was thinking about how despite my obvious age, I still react…" I blushed scarlet, I was sure. "I still react as I always have," I finished in a soft whisper. Edward's fingers tilted my face up and his eyes smoldered with the desire I had caught there briefly before.
"Despite my dubious state of vitality, it seems I too react as I always have to your beauty, Bella," he whispered to me in a voice so deliciously rough that I almost whimpered. I could not, however, stop the shiver that rolled down my spine.
"Are you cold?" he whispered in the same voice, pulling the blanket around me tighter about my figure.
"Not in the least," I answered before sitting up to kiss him again.
I would never tire of kissing my frozen husband. I knew that anyone to witness such a thing would have called me cradle robber, or he a gigolo. But if it did not matter to him that I was only a couple of years from being old enough to be his mother, then I did not care either.
Eventually, as seemed to be his new habit, he pushed me away gently and rose from the bed.
"I thought perhaps you would like another day off, a vacation from all I've made you deal with these past few days. A movie? Dinner?"
"You're asking me on a date, Edward?"
He surprised me with a smirk and a flippant bow.
"Just because you're a deb, doesn't mean I cant ask you out, doll."
"Where in God's name did you learn that sort of thing?" I laughed, unable to help myself. I had heard way too many drugstore cowboys talk like that (sometimes to me) to know that that sort of slang had only been recently invented by the silver screen and fueled by the sex-crazed sensational kids out there.
"Part of passing as human, Bella, is keeping up with the slang of today. I am supposedly the nineteen-year-old younger brother of a certain Dr. Carlisle Cullen, chasing skirts by night and studying by day."
"Is that the story you give with him?"
"It's the story you'll need to know… If you're not opposed, I'd like to introduce you to him. I'm sure he and Esme will welcome you with open arms… That is… If you want to live with me again, Bella," he rushed, suddenly pleading. My face split into a grin.
"As soon as we can, I'll leave with you, Edward. I want to be with you forever." At the word "forever" Edward's eyes darkened only briefly before the determination returned and he nodded.
"I promise you an eternity, Bella, as long as that is what you truly desire."
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A/N: There you have it. More fluff to come between now and 1931. Bella will be changed. She and Edward are eternally united. Poor Eddie does stay in the grave. But we love him, dearly, of course.
I promised a happy ending and a happy ending you shall get. I love all of you who read and reviewed. All of you other people (9000 some) who click and leave – I dislike you. I have more favorites than I have reviews in total! Please please please review! It motivates me to keep you happy. Nonreviews make me do evil things like kill small children in my fiction… (Not really that was planned already, although somewhat less violently. This is so much more dramatic though and fits more nicely than what I had in mind…) Anyway. PLEASE REVIEW! I PROMISE CITRUS!
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