A/N : Continuation from last scene. Please read the author's note at the end. Thanks. Enjoy!
The need for a tall glass of iced cold water woke Fitz from his slumber. He slowly untangled his naked limbs from Liv's before he made his way out of bed. He smiled looking at her tousled hair and her limp body. He never got tired of waking up next to her. Tearing his gaze from his lover, he grabbed his discarded pajamas bottom from off the floor and slipped it on before leaving the room. Fitz moved undetected, keenly aware of the other patrons in the cabin. Once he was at the fridge he grabbed a bottle of water and downed it in one giant gulp. When he was finished, an unknown movement startled him. Looking up from the empty bottle he saw Stephen walking towards him, wearing a Cheshire cat smile.
"Toss me one." Stephen said.
Fitz grabbed another bottle of water and tossed it to him, he expertly caught it. Just like he did earlier, Stephen also gulped his water in one drink.
Silence fell between the two of them for a few seconds, and then all of a sudden they simultaneously burst out laughing. Both men without saying anything realized that the other had sex earlier and was coming for some rehydration.
"Good morning, handsome," Olivia kissed Fitz lips when she saw him stir in his sleep. She spent the last five minutes watching him sleep, studying every intricate detail of his face.
Fitz captured her lips with his, giving a proper good morning kiss. He kissed her thoroughly and leisurely. The kiss that was supposed to be innocent, quickly morphed into a scandalous one.
"We' don't have enough time," Olivia said between moaning. His fingers were caressing the firm flesh of her ass. It was already nine in the morning and they had plans to go skiing with the others.
"We always have time for this, Livvie," Fitz said, sucking on her earlobe. The minute his teeth nipped on the sensitive spot behind her ears she was a goner.
She helped Fitz rid himself of his pajamas bottom, setting his erect, veiny member free. Her right leg hooked around his hips as her soaked core moved against his firm stomach, seeking friction.
Fitz continued his trail of kisses on her face, neck and clavicle. He knew she was ready for him from the trail of wetness she left on his stomach. However, he wasn't ready to give in. In a moment of compromise he grind his stiff member between her lower lips, giving her false hope that he was ready to unite their bodies. When his tip was at the entrance of her channel, he pulled back and flipped her over. He was now laid on his back while she straddled his lower abdomen.
"Fitz…" She begged as her hips continued its frantic movement against him. Her clit was impossibly swollen and throbbing with need. She needed release soon.
"I want to taste your pussy," He said in a dangerously low tone. Without having much time to register his statement, she was lifted by the waist and was lowered onto Fitz' face. The minute she felt his hot breath on her sensitive flesh she let out a yelp. Her hands immediately found the security of the headboard for leverage when his tongue made its way in between her lower lips.
"Ahh… Fitz…" Olivia cried when she felt his skillful tongue began working on her. His tongue swirled around her clit a few times before he took it fully into his mouth and began sucking on it. The pleasure was so intense that Olivia wanted to crawl out of her skin. She tried moving away from his torturous mouth as she begged for mercy but Fitz didn't relented. Instead, he held her waist tighter as he continued to fuck her with his mouth.
Olivia moaned loudly as she was being driven out of her mind. Fitz released her clit before he stiffened his tongue and surged it into her tight chambers, mimicking the way he would with his penis. Olivia could feel her orgasm building; she welcomed it because she felt like she was going to die from pleasure.
Meanwhile, Fitz was at the bottom feasting on her sweet nectar. Her juices flowed abundantly down his chin. He lapped at her sweet pussy long after he heard her screaming his name when she came. It wasn't until she orgasmed a second time that his appetite was sated and he let her off of his face. He smirked at how flushed her skin was and how dazed her eyes looked. She looked completely spent but he wasn't finish with her.
Without warning he smacked her ass and she yelped, "Fitzzz!"
"All fours!" He commanded, he was now on his knees in front of her. His penis, erect and stiff, stood at attention in front of him. He was painfully hard and needed to bury himself balls deep inside of her.
On shaky legs Olivia assumed the position with a few pillows propping her up. She knew that it wouldn't take much from him for her legs to give way so she needed the support. With her ass in the air she could feel her sticky essence coating her inner thighs. She waited in anticipation for him, holding her breath in the process.
Fitz didn't move immediately to join their bodies together, he was too caught up in admiring the beauty of her pussy and ass. He marveled at the trust she have in him. How much she gives her body willingly. It literally took his breath away. He spent a few more seconds stroking his incredibly stiff penis before lining it up with her core. The minute he sank into her they both let out an audible moan. They were the perfect fit for each other, her warm walls wrapped around his wood snuggly. When he was all the way in, he leaned over Olivia's back and grabbed her hair in one of his hand while the other palmed her ass. Only when he was ready did he began fucking hard. He didn't start off slow and then work his way up to a faster tempo. No, he began fucking her fast and hard, pulling on her hair in the process while his vacant palm squeezed and smacked her firm ass.
Olivia made every sound there was to make, as her lover possessed her body. She cried, screamed, and cursed, as he fuck her from the back.
"Fitz… I… I… can't go…" Olivia tried to form a coherent sentence but failed miserably. With each thrust he made she pushed back, his balls slapping against the outside of her pussy. The sound of the bed creaking, moans, grunts and skin slapping were the only sounds to be heard.
With each sound she made, it egged Fitz on. In that moment he was driven by primal need. He had the urged to consume her in every conceivable position. Pulling all the way out, Fitz flipped her onto her back. He ignored the dissatisfied grunt she gave. He was preoccupied in fixing her into a new position. He pushed her legs to her chest as he settled back between her lower lips. In one smooth stroke he was buried deep and he began moving again. She was so wet that he was able to move freely.
Fitz was experiencing euphoric bliss as the skin of his penis moved up and down with each stroke he made. It also helped that she was wet, warm and tight, the way he loved it.
"Faster, baby, faster…" Olivia begged through a pant.
"Fuck!" Fitz grunted when he felt her walls tighten around him, making it harder for him to move. Nevertheless, he powered through, picking up his pace in the process.
A minute later of deep, fast thrusts brought them both to the precipice of their ejaculation. They clung to each other as their orgasms surged through their bodies. Fitz shot a never-ending stream of hot seed deep inside of her while her nectar flowed profusely.
With a humph they both lay spent on the messy sheets in a tangle of limbs.
Ten minutes later they got up and went to shower before hurriedly dressing for the day. When they were all ready they moved to the cabin's kitchen where Abby and Stephen were already there sipping on coffee and eating blueberry muffins.
"Good morning," Abby said in a chipper tenor, wearing her signature smirk.
"Good morning to you too," both Olivia and Fitz returned in a bright manner.
"What do you want for breakfast, babe?" Olivia asked Fitz.
"Anything is fine with me. Thanks," he answered with a smile. It always surprised him that she would offer to cook for him. The past 5 years he was used to taking care of himself and even before then it was mostly him. But, now he has a caring girlfriend that is concerned with every part of his wellbeing including his nourishment.
She gave him a small peck before she head towards the stove. Abby and Stephen had already eaten the muffins that they brought with them and drank coffee. Knowing Fitz, like she has come to know him she knew that he would much rather have a hot breakfast in the morning. He was very much into living and eating healthy.
After breakfast was had they all bundled up and went to the rental shop for snowboard and ski gears. It was sort of ironic that they would choose to go skiing when neither one of them were good at it. Fitz for example had never been skiing in his life, he was used to the beach and surfboards; being a California born and bred. At least the other three had done it at least twice before but, that wasn't saying much. They all listened intently as the instructor gave them a rough overview on how to properly handle the ski and snowboarding equipment. Abby and Stephen had chosen to snowboard since they were a bit better at it, while Fitz and Olivia chose to ski. When the crash course on how to ski was finished they each made the trek towards the intermediate trail. When they had suggested to use the beginner trail, Stephen called them a bunch of pansies so they obliged him and took it up a notch.
"Ready, Livvie?" Fitz asked nervously when they were at the very top of the trail ready to go down. He looked across, admiring her wild curly hair that was blowing in the wind. She was completely decked out in ski pants, her pink The North Face jacket and ski goggles.
"I'm ready," she returned with a bright smile. She was feeling excited, the thrill of what she was about to do consumed her as she took in the white snowy terrain, it looked marvelous.
It was just the two of them out of the group left to go down the slope, Abby and Stephen had already started a few minutes earlier. They spent another minute prepping before they finally started the journey down.
Olivia stifled her laugh at the sight of Fitz slowly moving. She slowed her movement by creating a V with her feet so she won't leave him behind.
""You're doing great!" She called out.
Fitz nervously chuckled, he was intently concentrating on not falling. They went on like this for a few minutes, with Fitz deep in concentration while Olivia cheered him on. Everything was going great until a fork arrived in the middle of the trail.
"Oh no!" Fitz panicked, he was now getting into the hang of skiing straight and now he was expected to maneuver around the big boulder of snow and trees.
Again, Olivia stifled her laughter. From his side, she told him, "Just lean to the right babe. You can do it!"
"I'm leaning! I'm leaning!" Fitz chanted as he made his way around the obstacle smoothly. However, he didn't anticipate that another boulder would be around the corner so soon after and it caused him to fumble and fall.
Olivia immediately stopped and walked over to him. Unfortunately, she was no longer able to muffle her laughter as it spilled out of her mouth. She looked at her boyfriend sitting in the snow like a wounded puppy and laughed.
"Ha, ha! You think it's funny?" He rhetorically asked.
Olivia nodded her head yes as she continued to laugh. Her eyes welled with tears from the activity.
Not finding her laughing funny, Fitz decided to extract revenge. Within reach of her hand he pulled her down onto him and then rolled her onto her back. He began a tickled war on her belly by pushing his hands underneath her jacket.
"I'll give you something to laugh," he told her as he continued to assault her with squirmy fingers.
"Fitz, baby, I'm sorry. I will never laugh you again," she said in between laughing. Her cheeks hurt, her belly ached and her eyes were wet from all of it. She could feel the snow in her hair and thru her pants. With a strength she didn't know she possessed, she flipped him onto his back and she climbed on top of him, holding down both of his hands.
"Stop tickling me, Fitzgerald!" she tried to say sternly but failed miserably.
"Or else what?" He asked, wearing a smug smile.
"Or else, I'll kick your ass. Simple as that."
"You're a feisty little lady, aren't you?" He quipped with a raised eyebrow.
"You should know that since you're the one who has to deal with me." She sassed, her face a mere few inches from his.
They were in such a comprising position. Olivia sat on his lower half with her torso hovering over his, and her face right in front of his.
"You better get off of me before I physically find out how feisty you are," Fitz told her in a deep voice.
Finding humor in his discomfort, Olivia grounded her hips onto his awakening member before she stealthily climbed off of him. However, she did not foresee his hand giving her rear end a playful smack in the process, and it caused her to yelp. It was no secret that she loved to be spanked by him, it aroused her.
Fitz eventually got up and readjusted himself in his pants. When they were both back into ski formation, Fitz said, "first one to the bottom gets the other to do what they want, whenever they want."
"Anything?" Olivia asked with a cunning smile.
"Anything," he confirmed.
"Alright then. 1,2,3, GO!" She shouted and took off without him.
"Cheater!" Fitz called as he pushed off to start.
In the end Olivia won, not so fair and square but, she won nevertheless.
Later that evening the ladies were back at the cabin, each chilling with a glass of red wine while the guys went into town to buy dinner. Both ladies were craving Chinese food; since Olivia had won the power to command Fitz to do her bidden, she ordered him nicely to get Chinese food.
Olivia took a swig of her red wine before she returned it to the coffee table. She and Abby were occupied on the couch while they stared at the dancing flames in the fireplace. It was sort of mesmerizing.
"So…" Abby began.
Olivia turned her attention towards her and folded her legs underneath her body, Indian style.
"What's up?"
"Stephen and I did it," she whispered shyly. Which was something new for a girl like Abby. She was never one to be shy when it came to her sexuality.
"Oh yea?" Olivia grinned at her.
"We didn't plan to, although we were sharing a bed. It sort of just happened and it was amazing," she gushed.
Olivia laughed before adding, "Awwww. So happy for you, Abbs. This kinda reminds me of Fitz and my first time."
Abby took a swig of her wine before returning it to the maple colored coffee table. "Now that's a story I want to hear. I know when you guys were in the beginning stages of your relationship I wasn't there to bask in it with you." Abby said sadly. She still had immense guilt for how she treated her friend.
"Hey, hey, none of that. The past is in the past. We move forward, Abbs." Olivia said, reaching out one of her hand to her. Abby collected it in hers and they squeezed together their palms.
"You're the closest thing to a sister I've got, Liv. I so… don't deserve you but I'm glad I get to have you in my life."
"Stop… you're going to make me cry," Olivia said, moving towards her while fanning her eyes. The two women met in the middle and hugged each other. They stayed in the embrace for like a minute before they pulled apart.
Wiping her eyes, Abby said, "now I want to hear the story about you and Fitz."
Olivia threw her head back and laughed, of course she didn't forget about her question.
"Well…" she trailed. "It happened on Christmas night, we were literally in bed about to go to sleep when it happened. We didn't plan it, and I'm glad we didn't. Because it helped keep away the nervousness."
"How is he in bed?" Abby asked, unashamedly.
Olivia giggled at her question and obliged her with an answer. "Ah…freaking…mazing. How about, Stephen?"
"The best I've ever had."
"Me too," Olivia squealed and both girls giggled.
At the same time the guys walked thru the door, bearing two paper bags of food.
"What did we miss?" Stephen asked.
Olivia looked at Abby and she at her, and they both fell into loud rapturous laughs.
"I think they were talking about us," Fitz muttered to Stephen. The guys ignored them and made their way to the kitchen.
A few minutes later, they each carried a plate of food to their women. When they all received a plate and a glass of wine they dug into it. They recapped their day and laughed merrily with each other. That weekend, not only did their relationships with their significant others were strengthened but, also their friendships.
Two Months Later
Olivia was eternally grateful to Fitz for personally training her in the gym so that now the physical training (PT) at the Chicago Fire Academy (CFA) was a walk in the park, not really but, it was doable. He worked on strengthening her muscles so that she would be able to lift the equipment with ease. She was already petite and he was teaching her that she could still do it despite of her size.
She ran through her obstacles at top speeds, coming in second place to one of her classmate, Mark. He was the only one who could significantly out run her.
This was her second week in class; the classes ran twice a week from 4:30 in the afternoon to 7:30 PM, Tuesdays and Thursdays. Luckily for her, the hours at the firehouse was cut down to accommodate her schedule.
As she made her way to the locker room she thought of Fitz and wondered what he was up to. He was at work so she didn't want to bother him with a phone call. Instead, she sent him a text. "Hey baby, I miss you. Hope your shift is going good. *heart emoji* ILY" She tossed her phone into the locker as she was getting ready to take a shower.
"Pope," One of the girls from her class greeted her as she also walked into the locker room.
"Hey Tina, how it goes?" Olivia asked, taking off her sweaty CFA hoodie, baring her pink and black Nike sports bra. She was happy that it was spring time, and even though it was still cold, it was a bit warmer.
"I'm so sore. Just want to retire to bed and snuggle up with my baby." She replied with a strained smile.
"Well I hope you get to. How's your little man doing by the way?" Olivia inquired, stripping out of her black running cold gear tights. Tina was one of the few people she had connected with from class. Tina was a single mother of a 6 years old boy. On the first day of class she shared with them that she wanted to become a firefighter because she wanted to help people. Like Olivia, she shared a similar story of a firefighter saving her life from her then boyfriend. Her son's father used to beat her and on one night a firefighter who was in the building for a false alarm heard her screams. He didn't walk away but chose to hit the door open with his axe and saved her from a blow that would've possibly blacked her out for like the tenth time. She was also a black woman, the only other African American person in the entire class of 20. That factor also strengthened their solidarity with each other.
"He's good. Matthew, is such a precious child. He brought home his spelling test the other day and he got a 98 out of a 100 on it. He had missed one word, so now he recites it every day so it won't happen again," Tina finished with a small laugh.
"Sounds like he's on top of things, and that's all because of you." Olivia told her and she could see her blush.
"Thanks," Tina said with a smile. "Hey, I know we just met like last week but, can we exchange phone numbers. I would love to catch up with you outside of these walls.
"Sure, I would love that too." They swapped their phones with each other.
"Ooo… Fitz, said I'm thinking about you and love you too." Tina read with a grin.
Olivia blushed when she heard the text message, she had forgotten to check her phone for any messages. She was grateful he didn't send her a dirty text, something he loved to do.
"By the way, sorry I read the text. It was on the home screen when I looked down."
"No, that's fine. I forgot to check my phone first." Olivia explained.
"Is that your boyfriend?" Tina inquired as she entered her contact information in the phone.
"Yes he is. Love of my life." Olivia replied with a smile.
"Awwwww. That's so sweet," Tina cooed.
The ladies continued with their small talks as they got cleaned up. By the time they were almost finished the locker room became crowded with other women. When Olivia was finished, she bid them all a good night and made her way out of the locker room with her belongings.
She was heading to the bus stop when she heard someone calling her name. "Ms. Pope." She turned around to see that it was one of their instructors, Lt. Eric Ward. He was the youngest instructor at the academy, probably in his late thirties. Olivia stayed clear of him because he had a tendency to be mean. Not to her but, to her other classmates who made small mistakes in their drill routine. She was shocked that he was calling out to her. She looked around the empty parking lot and it was just the two of them outside.
"Hey Lt. Ward," she said in a friendly tone when he was standing in front of her.
"Hey, Ms. Pope. I just saw you walking to the bus stop and wondered if you needed a ride."
Olivia heard alarm bells ringing in her ears. How could she politely turn him down without making it obvious that she was uncomfortable? She thought.
"Come on, it would be easier than waiting for the 8 O' Clock bus." He urged.
Feeling like she was in a corner, she obliged. "Sure." Olivia followed him to his pick up truck and declined his help to open up her door. She sat stiffly in the passenger seat an buckled up.
Meanwhile, Eric was grinning from ear to ear. "Where to?" He asked. Secretly, enjoying the fact that he will now know where she lived.
"Uhh, I live off of Carimike street," she lied. Carimike street was one street between hers and Fitz.
"Oh good, I know where that is," he said, pulling out of the parking lot.
Olivia mumbled, "thanks."
As they rode he asked her a bunch of questions, and she replied with muted answer. Ten minutes into the drive her phone started ringing. She looked down and almost audibly sighed in relief when she saw that it was Fitz.
"I'm sorry I have to take this," she told Eric before answering the call. "Hey, babe."
"Hi," Fitz greeted on the other side of the line. They had some downtime at the firehouse so he decided to call her. He was particularly worried that she hadn't replied to his message he had sent her almost an hour ago.
"Hi," she returned in a warm voice. She was oblivious to the curious glances Eric was throwing at her.
"Are you on the bus?" He asked. He hated when she rode the bus at night. He much rather drive her.
"Uh..no… I'm getting a lift." She answered.
"Oh. From?"
Olivia flashed a quick glance at Eric who was stoned face looking at the road. Should she tell him who?
"Hello? You there, Livvie?" Fitz asked into the reception when she had been quiet for a few seconds.
"I'm here," she answered.
"Ok. Who's giving you a ride?" Fitz asked again.
In a cheery tone, she replied, "Oh, just one of my instructors." She tried to be nonchalant about it even though her heart was hammering in her chest. She didn't know why she felt guilty for taking a ride with this man but she did.
"That's nice of her," FItz assumed. "What's her name? Maybe I know her."
Olivia gulped and cast another nervous glance at Eric whose features seem to have soften. It was like he was enjoying watching her squirm.
She eventually said, "Lt. Ward."
"Lt. Ward, Lt. Ward," Fitz tested the name on his tongue as it seemed to be a bit familiar. "You don't mean Eric Ward by any chance?" He remembered working under an Eric Ward when he first moved to Chicago.
"Uh huh," Olivia gave a nervous chuckle.
"Hmmm," FItz bit his tongue and took a deep breath. "Why didn't you catch the bus like you always do?"
"I was going to. Look, this is not a good time to discuss this."
"Why not?" Fitz challenged.
Olivia couldn't believe the spot she was in. She was sure that Eric could hear their conversation and knew that they were talking about him. It was awkward to say the least. She needed to deescalate Fitz, and fast.
"So how was work today?" she changed the direction of the conversation.
"You can try to distract me by asking another question, but know this discussion is far from over."
Olivia was relieved that he answered her question and he talked about his day. Unfortunately, the conversation got cut short when an emergency call came in. With a few more minutes left in the ride she had to face Eric. She was kind of mortified to do so.
"That was your boyfriend, fiancé?" He asked in a light, playful tone.
Olivia dried chuckled before, she answered, "my boyfriend."
Eric nodded his head in acknowledgement. "He's a lucky man." He told her, taking a few seconds to stare at her.
"Uh huh," she mumbled.
Olivia ignored his watchful gaze and pretended to answer emails on her phone for the rest of the ride. She was so preoccupied with her facade that she almost passed her fake street address. She signaled to the apartment complex that resided on the street and he pulled over.
As soon as the truck stopped at curbside, Olivia reached for the door handle and opened it. "Thanks for the ride, Lieutenant."
Eric gave her a soft smile as he eyed her full lips. "No problem, Ms. Pope. Anytime you need a ride, I'm here for you." He said the last part in a low tone, Olivia had to physically resisted the urge to shudder in repulsion.
"Thanks again. Good night," she bid, ignoring his statement as she opened the door. As she closed the door and walked to the apartment building she could feel eyes on her, however, she resist the urge to look back.
Eric looked at her body and fantasized about what it would be like to have her in bed. He smiled to himself wickedly. "How badly do you want to be a firefighter, Olivia Pope?" He asked to no one in particular. He had means to make her life hard while she was in the academy. So hard that she would have no other place to go for help but, to him. And with that thought he drove away from the curbside when her body was no longer visible. Eric Ward always came out on top, he didn't care that she had a boyfriend. She was a worthy conquest.
Olivia mentally chided herself about how careless it was to accept the ride. Every thing regarding him felt so wrong, and now she had to hide in the lobby of an apartment complex for ten minutes before she could leave for hers. When she was almost positive that he had left she made her trek home.
Finally in her small apartment, she was able to breathe a sigh of relief. Olivia knew how crazy the world was and she took no reckless chances. She promised herself to never take him up on another ride. Tonight she was unprepared but she wouldn't let it happen again.
She moved around and got herself situated, she made herself a stovetop dinner. She sat eating the stirred fry chicken and vegetables, while looking at her phone. It was now 9:30 in the night and Fitz hadn't text her. He was probably still on call, she reasoned. When she was finished eating, she washed the few dishes she used and then moved to her master bathroom where she brushed her teeth. After that, she took out the jar of coconut oil from the sink cupboard to oil her scalp. Her hair was in Marley twists, it was an easy and effortless style, she didn't want to deal with her afro while working out so much. It took her half an hour to finish, and when she was done she tied it with a head scarf, before ridding herself of her clothing and jumping into one of Fitz' many T-shirt that she kept.
She was settled in bed around 10:20 and she still hadn't heard from Fitz. She grabbed her iPhone and sent him another text. "Hey, call me if you can. Need to hear you voice before I go to sleep. Love you!"
A few minutes passed and she got no response. Eventually, her heavy eyelids succumbed to sleep.
She didn't know what time it was when she heard the shrill ring of her cellphone. Confused by her sleepy state, she answered the phone upside down.
"Hello," she mumbled. She didn't look at the caller ID to see who it was.
"Liv!" Abby's frantic voice stirred her from her sleep. "Fitz was in an accident."
And just like that any remnants of sleep was gone.
A/N : IKR?! Stupid cliffhanger! *evil laughter* Hope you enjoyed this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it. Some of you wanted more of the cabin trip while some of you wanted a time jump. I appeased the masses by giving you both.
Hope you enjoyed Fitz' attempt at skiing. Oh, I wanted to point something out. I know most times we can all write and envision a perfect Fitz that knows to do it all. Well, in this story he nor Olivia will be that way. In real life not everyone would have the opportunity to ski in Colorado much less the Alps. They're not rich. I don't why I needed to point that out but I felt the urge to. I mean FItz drives a 1998 Ford ranger, so… you catch my drift, lol. Anyways, I hope you liked all the cuteness of their trip. And, Abby and Stephen y'all! I know most of you don't care for them but, they had a nice story arc in this update. Plus Olivia and Abby had their cute moment etc.
On to the time jump, I've introduced two new characters. Tina and Eric. I know we all hate Eric already, and with reason. HA! He's trouble. I'm already liking the Tina character, and Olivia could surely use a black friend since she never has any (you can laugh now) haha. I don't know if any of you do this, but I do whenever I begin a new class or go someplace different , I always look to see if I'm the only black person in the room. Sometimes I am lol. Anyways, that's another topic for another time.
I would love to hear your thoughts on the entire chapter. Especially about the ride Eric gave Olivia and how it played out. I can totally relate with her when she gave him an incorrect address and phone number.
Finally, what happened to Fitz? After all, danger comes with the job.
Thank you for those wonderful reviews you're about to leave, the lengthier the better, haha.
Until next time,
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