Sorry for the delay #Hearties ... it seems I'm always busy these days. but here it is... The long awaited chapter 5 Hope you enjoy...

Shoutout to my #HeartieBestie LisaNY for proofing and editing thanks so much xoxo

Elizabeth headed to her bedroom. She sat on the edge of her bed to remove her boots when her cellphone chimed, signaling a text.

I believe u have something of mine, the text said.

She couldn't help smiling at the sight of Jack's name flashing across her screen.

Elizabeth: I'm sorry I walked off with ur jacket. Thx 4 lending it 2 me btw.

Jack: Anytime

Elizabeth: If u want u can come by and get it. I'd bring it 2 u but I have no earthly clue where u live lol.

Jack: Well we may have 2 change that detail

Elizabeth: We will?

She felt excited that Jack wanted to invite her to his place.

Jack: Of course. We're friends aren't we?

There was that word again, 'Friend'. She let out a slightly disappointed sigh.

Elizabeth: Yes friends. She hesitated before pressing send.

Jack: So when do u want me 2 come by?

Elizabeth: Anytime I'll b here.

Jack: K c u soon.

Elizabeth: K I'll be waiting.

Elizabeth tossed her phone on the side table and collapsed backward onto the bed. She closed her eyes and sighed.

"Elizabeth are you here?"

Elizabeth sprang up at the sound of Rosie's voice. "Elizabeth?" She heard her bedroom door slowly creak open. "Elizabeth what are you doing in here?" Rosie asked. "Why are you in the bed so early, and still in your clothes?"

"I wasn't in bed Rosie," Elizabeth explained. "I just got home myself. It's been a long day." She let out another sigh.

"You're just getting home?" Rosie inquired.

"Yes," Elizabeth explained, "Jack came by the school today."

"Really!" Rosie exclaimed. "Oh, do tell!" She plopped herself onto the bed next to Elizabeth.

"There's nothing to tell, Rosie." Elizabeth rolled her eyes. "He and his partner on the police force," She emphasized, "...came because they needed a statement from me. I had to go to the station as soon as I left school."

"So, nothing happened between you two?" Rosie inquired.

"Nope, nothing," Elizabeth stated, though if she were honest with herself she wouldn't have minded if something had happened.

"Why don't I believe you?" Rosie quipped further.

"Rosie," Elizabeth chuckled. "I promise, nothing happened."

"Hmmm," Rosie gestured toward the jacket which Elizabeth was still sporting. "Is that a new jacket? I've never seen it before."

"It's Jack's," Elizabeth inadvertently confirmed Rosie's suspicions. "He lent it to me, when he took me on a walk earlier this afternoon." She removed the jacket and gently laid it on her bed.

"I knew it!" Rosie exclaimed. "So, something did happen between the two of you."

"He just took me on a walk to get my mind off things." Elizabeth countered. "He lent me his jacket when I got cold. There's nothing else to tell."

"Then why do you still have his jacket?" Rosie questioned, unconvinced. "Is he here?" She looked around the room, "Hiding in the closet, maybe? Hey Jack, you can come out of hiding now." She called toward the closet, "Would you like me to leave the two of you alone?"

"Rosie." Elizabeth blushed slightly, "He's not here. I just forgot to give the jacket back to him. He's coming by to pick it up later." She couldn't stop the smile that slowly spread across her face.

This gesture didn't go unnoticed by Rosie. "Hmm, looks like someone is excited to see the handsome detective, even though she just saw him not even an hour ago."

"I told you Rosie," Elizabeth disputed, "we're just friends."

"You can deny it all you want Elizabeth Thatcher, but I know you like him," Rosie countered. "You should go for it; he's a nice guy."

"I just met him," Elizabeth remarked. "It's much too soon to pursue a relationship beyond friendship with him."

"But you want to," Rosie stated, "…and I'd be willing to bet he purposely didn't ask for his jacket back so he'd have an excuse to see you again."

The crimson color of Elizabeth's cheeks deepened.

"You're blushing, Elizabeth!" Rosie acknowledged.

"Please, Rosie," Elizabeth begged, "Can we just drop it?"

Rosie opened her mouth to protest, when Elizabeth's phone rang loudly and startled them.

"Saved by the bell," Elizabeth sighed. She lifted her phone from the side table and glanced at the caller ID. "Hello?" She answered with a grin.

"Howdy, ma'am," said the voice on the other line. "I've been knocking on the door for ten minutes. I know you're in there. I noticed your car outside. You gonna let me in or not?"

"Oh sorry," Elizabeth replied. "We're in my bedroom. I can never hear anyone knocking back here." She stood from her bed, "I'll be right there." She ended the call and made her way to let him in.

Elizabeth opened the door to find a handsome man sporting a cowboy hat, plaid shirt, Wrangler jeans, and cowboy boots standing on the other side. "Connor!" She cried and jumped into his arms. He lifted her off the ground and spun her around. Once her feet returned to the floor, she grabbed him by the hand and pulled him into her apartment. She motioned for him to sit on the sofa. "What are you doing here?" She asked as she sat down next to him.

"I'm on break from the tour for a few days." Connor stated. "I had to come surprise my favorite cousin," He playfully punched her in the arm.

She giggled, "Well you're always welcome here." She punched him right back, "How's Aunt Agatha?"

"Momma's doing well," Connor replied. "I went home to see her last week. She asked about you. She knows how close you and I are." He placed an arm around her shoulder, "She misses you, you know."

"I know," Elizabeth rested her head on his shoulder. "It's been awhile since I've seen her. It's been awhile since I've seen anyone in the family. It's just hard to get away during the school year." She then removed herself from Connor's embrace and stood. "Can I get you anything to drink?"

"Sure, that would be great." Connor answered. "Do you have root beer?"

Elizabeth shook her head and grinned. "You know I always have root beer, just in case my favorite cousin shows up unannounced." She disappeared into the kitchen to retrieve the root beer.

A few seconds later, Rosie entered the kitchen. "Elizabeth," She whispered. "Are you aware that Connor Stockton, the rodeo star and champion bull rider is in our living room?"

"Yes," Elizabeth chuckled. "Of course, I know. I'm the one who opened the door."

"Elizabeth!" Rosie exclaimed. "How can you be so calm? Do you not know who that is? That's Connor Stockton… the famous rodeo star and…"

"Champion bull rider." Elizabeth interjected. "You've already said that, and yes, I know exactly who it is. He's also my cousin."

"He's your cousin?" Rosie asked. "Elizabeth, we've been friends… heck we've been more than friends; we've been roomies for Heaven's sake! Roomies for what, two years is it? I can't believe you never told me that Connor Stockton, famous rodeo star and champion bull rider, is your cousin."

"Rosie," Elizabeth rolled her eyes. "Why do you keep repeating that? I know who he is and honestly, I didn't think you'd even know who he was. You don't strike me as the rodeo type."

"You don't know everything about me," Rosie objected, "and quite obviously, I don't know everything about you either. So, are you going to introduce us or not?"

"Of course," Elizabeth turned toward the door, "but honestly, I'm surprised that you haven't already introduced yourself."

"Are you kidding me?" Rosie asked. "He's the famous ro…"

"Don't say it again, Rosie." Elizabeth held up her hand. "I know. But I can't believe you're letting a celebrity intimidate you. You're an actress"

"But I'm not famous," Rosie countered.

"Just come on." Elizabeth heaved a big sigh and grabbed Rosie's hand, leading her into the living room. "Connor I'd like you to meet my roommate…"

"Rosemary Leveaux." Rosie interjected. She pushed past Elizabeth and extended her hand to Connor. "But you can call me Rosie."

"Nice to meet you ma'am," Connor said with a smile.

Elizabeth gave Rosie a wide-eyed stare. So much for her being intimidated. She thought. She cleared her throat. "Here's your root beer," She offered Connor the beverage.

"Thank you," Connor took a sip and set the glass bottle on the coffee table.

"So, Connor," Rosie began, "can I call you Connor? What's it like to be a big rodeo star?

"It's fun but it can be really dangerous." Connor answered. "But I get a thrill out of the danger. Ain't that right Liz?"

Elizabeth grinned at her cousin's childhood pet name for her. "Yes! This one," she gestured toward Connor, "…used to climb trees as high as he could get and jump from them to the ground as if they were nothing, pretending he could fly."

Rosie laughed.

"You broke your leg doing that." Elizabeth recalled. "But that didn't even slow you down. You were such a little daredevil."

"Still am," Connor chuckled, "something so exhilarating about riding a bull despite the dangers."

"Same ole Connor," Elizabeth replied.

Connor glanced at his watch. "It's almost 7:00 have you eaten? Y'all want to grab dinner or something? I'm starving."

"Oh, dear wish I could." Rosie sighed. "But Lee, that's my fiancé, is taking me to dinner."

"Why don't you see if he wants to come along?" Connor suggested, "My treat."

"Connor, we couldn't ask you to do that." Elizabeth declined.

"Liz," Connor countered. "You didn't ask, I offered. I'm good for it. I don't get to see my favorite cousin very often. Let me spoil you and your friends."

"Alright," Elizabeth caved.

"Great," Connor kissed Elizabeth's cheek, "How about Outback?"

"Sounds good to me." Elizabeth responded. "I'll freshen up while Rosie calls Lee." She stood from her place on the sofa and made her way to her bedroom. She glanced at herself in the mirror. She decided to quickly change out of the dress she'd worn all day. Elizabeth walked over to her closet and selected a pair of black leggings and purple sweater dress with sparkles. She returned the boots she was wearing to her feet and quickly ran a brush through her hair. Soon she was ready and made her way to the door when something on her bed caught her eye. She returned to the bed and noticed Jack's jacket still lying right where she'd left it. Elizabeth glanced at the time on her phone, sat on her bed and opened the phone to her text messages. She realized her conversation with Jack had happened nearly two hours ago and he still hadn't shown up. "Wouldn't he have been here by now?" She wondered aloud. "Maybe he wasn't planning on coming tonight." Hey didn't know if u were planning on coming by 2nite or not but just wanted 2 let u know that my cousin is in town and is taking me Rosie and Lee out for dinner. So I won't b home txt u l8r. She put her phone in her purse and headed out.

"There you are." Connor said, when she returned to the living room. "You look great."

"Thanks," Elizabeth smiled.

"So, are we all set?" Connor asked.

"Yes." Rosie replied. "Lee says thanks in advance for including him for dinner. He's really looking forward to meeting you. He said he'd just meet us at Outback."

They all headed out the door toward the elevators. Once on the ground floor, Connor offered his arms. "Shall we ladies?"

Elizabeth and Rosie each accepted his arm. The three of them walked arm in arm toward Connor's truck.

Jack sat on the sofa of his condo. He was watching a rerun of Walker, Texas Ranger. When the program was over he shut off the tv and got himself ready to head to Elizabeth's. This couldn't have worked out better if he'd planned it himself. He'd wanted to see Elizabeth again and the fact that she had his jacket gave him a good excuse to do just that. With a smile on his face, he headed out the door.

When Jack arrived at her building, he rode the elevator to the fourth floor and stepped out. He stopped short when he saw a handsome cowboy at her door. He couldn't believe his eyes when he observed Elizabeth jump into his arms as he lifted her in the air and spun her around before returning her to the ground. He slowly backed toward the elevator when he witnessed Elizabeth grab the cowboy by the hand, pull him into her apartment and close the door behind them.

Jack leaned his head against wall of the elevator; he was too late. When he returned to the car he banged his head against the steering wheel. He felt defeated. He started his car and took off. "I really shouldn't be surprised," He said to himself. "We did just meet after all. I don't have a claim on her. She said she wants to be friends. I agreed. I want to be her friend." Although if he were honest with himself, he didn't want to be 'just friends' with her. In fact, he'd only agreed to be her friend after she told him that she wasn't ready for a relationship following her ordeal with Charles. "I guess she's changed her mind," He sighed.

When Jack arrived at his condo, he noticed his mom's car was in the driveway. What's she doing here? He wondered. He parked his car and headed into the house.

"Jack, where have you been?" Charlotte Thornton asked when he walked through the door.

"Out," Jack answered.

"What's wrong?" Charlotte asked.

"I don't want to talk about it." Jack walked passed her and sat at the kitchen table. "What are you doing here?"

"Can't a mother come visit her son?" Charlotte sat across from him.

"Yes, I'm sorry mom." Jack stood and walked around to kiss his mother on the cheek. "It's been a rough day."

"Does it have something to do with a girl?" Charlotte queried. "You know I would love nothing more to see you settle down…"

"Mom, can we just change the subject?" Jack interjected.

"Sure, if that's what you want." Charlotte replied, reluctantly. "I have a surprise for you."

"Mom, you know I hate surprises." Jack squinted his eyes and rubbed his temples, trying to shake the headache that he felt coming on.

"Jack just humor me this time." Charlotte countered. "You'll love this surprise; I promise." She stood and headed for the living room.

She returned two minutes later with a young woman. A little girl who appeared to be about seven years old was holding the woman's hand.

"Jack!" The young woman cried. She ran to give him a hug.

"Stacey," Jack hugged her back. "It's so good to see you."

"It's been awhile since I've seen my favorite cousin." Stacey squeezed Jack tighter.

"Too long," Jack acknowledged the young child at Stacey's side. "This can't be little Aly; she's so big." He knelt to Aly's level, "Hey munchkin do you remember me?"

Aly hid behind Stacey and nodded shyly.

"She remembers when you went trick-or-treating with her last Halloween," Stacey stated. "When she went as Jessie from Toy Story and you went as Woody."

"Yeah," Aly said, quickly overcoming her shyness. "Can we go trick-or-treating again Uncle Jack?"

"We have to wait a little while sweetie," Jack chuckled, "but I would love to go with you again. We had fun didn't we?" He tapped the tip of Aly's nose with his finger.

Aly giggled.

Stacey was Jack's Uncle Maxwell's daughter. Maxwell was Thomas Thornton's brother. When Thomas was killed, Charlotte, who had been a high school literature teacher, was finding it difficult to keep her two young boys fed. She had taken on a second job waitressing at a local diner on the weekends and during the summer. Jack and Tom had stayed with Uncle Maxwell and his wife, Aunt Marlene. Jack and Stacey were born six months apart and were always very close. They were more like brother and sister instead of cousins. To top it all off, Stacey fell in love and married Jack's best friend, Michael. When Aly was born, Jack had been named her godfather. Michael was a firefighter, and was tragically killed while running into a burning building to save a small boy. A beam had fallen, striking him in the head after he had gotten the boy to safety. Aly had just turned three when her father was killed. Stacey then moved away. Memories of Michael were just too hard for her to bare. Since then, Jack and Stacey had seen very little of each other. Stacey would still plan trips home to allow Jack to see Aly every few months, since he was her godfather, but she could never bring herself to stay very long.

"So, what are you doing here?" Jack asked. "I'm really thrilled to see you and this little munchkin, but I've never known you to show up unannounced."

"We're…" Stacey ran her hand through Aly's hair, "…moving back." She said with a grin.

"You are?" Jack took Stacey in his arms and twirled her around. "That's great."

"Yay!" Aly cried. "We're moving in with Uncle Jack." She wrapped her arms around Jack's leg.

"No, no, sweetheart," Stacey corrected, "we're not moving in with Uncle Jack, but we'll get to see him more."

"Let's go out to dinner to celebrate." Jack suggested. "My treat."

"You don't have to do that." Stacey countered.

"I want to." Jack replied.

"Please, mommy," Aly begged, "I'm hungry."

"Alright," Stacey conceded, "but next time it's my treat."

"Great," Jack grinned. "How does Outback sound?"

"You know that's my favorite." Stacey pried Aly from Jack's leg.

"I remember," Jack offered his arm. "Shall we go?"

"Let's go." Stacey took Jack's arm, while Aly walked around and took Jack's free hand.

"You want to go, mom?" Jack asked Charlotte.

"I would love to sweetie," Charlotte replied, "but I already ate, you and Stacey go catch up with each other and have fun."

"Okay," The three of them headed for the door, "see you later, mom."

Charlotte closed the door behind them and went to the living room and turned the tv on. The cellphone on the coffee table chimed startling her. She picked the phone up. She recognized it as Jack's phone and noticed a text from someone named Elizabeth. "Oh dear." She jumped to her feet and rushed to the door, hopeful that Jack's car would still be in the driveway. She opened the door to see Jack's car slowly backing into the street. "I hope he doesn't need his phone." She sighed to herself as she closed the door. She glanced at his phone and still saw the text from Elizabeth still flashing across the screen. The phone was locked so she couldn't read the text even if she wanted to. "Who's Elizabeth?" She wondered.

"I can't believe the two of you are cousins." Lee told Elizabeth after the server took their drink orders.

"We grew up together so I don't think of him as being a famous rodeo star," Elizabeth replied. "He's just my favorite cousin to me."

"Yes," Connor agreed, "and I don't want any special treatment." He glanced around and noticed all the customers of the restaurant were enjoying their meal and weren't paying him any mind. "See, they don't even know who I am here."

"Oh, dear I'm so sorry." Rosie cried.

"No, it's a good thing." Conner countered. "Back home I get noticed everywhere. I love the fans, but it's nice to be able to go somewhere in peace for a change."

"So, Liz," Connor asked. "You still seeing that Charles guy?"

"Elizabeth," Rosie chimed in. "He doesn't know?"

"Know what?" Connor asked. "Please tell me you're not engage…."

"No!" Elizabeth interjected, much more harshly than she'd intended.

Connor was taken slightly aback.

"Sorry." Elizabeth apologized. "No, nothing like that. Actually, it was the exact opposite, we broke up."

"Sorry to hear that." Connor replied.

"Don't be." Elizabeth said. "Charles was nothing like I thought he was."

"He attacked her." Rosie blurted.

"He what?" Connor exclaimed defensively.

"Rosie," Elizabeth gave Rosie a stern look. "We shouldn't be talking about this here."

"Well now that it's been brought up tell me what happened," Connor urged.

"On Valentine's day, he wanted to take our relationship to the next level," Elizabeth explained. "I wasn't and still am not ready for that. So, he…"

"Oh Liz, he didn't," Connor interrupted.

"No, thank goodness!" Elizabeth replied.

"Lucky for her she befriended a handsome detective that night…" Rosie interjected, "…who swooped in and rescued her."

Elizabeth felt the heat rush to her cheeks, which didn't go unnoticed by Rosie. "Come on Elizabeth, don't be embarrassed." She turned to Connor, "What she isn't saying is that she really likes Jack, the detective, and I think Jack really likes her. He was her knight in shining armor that night. He even showed up the next day to check on her and took her to lunch."

"Liz," Connor stared at his cousin. "I think you should go for it. You know I only want to see you happy."

Suddenly someone walked by their table, catching Elizabeth's eye. She glanced in the direction of the man who had his arm around a woman and was holding the hand of a girl who looked to be about six or seven. The man looked awfully familiar. He turned his head slightly and that's when she noticed him. It was Jack. Elizabeth looked at him in disbelief; I can't believe it's him. And who is that woman and child with him? She was confused. She didn't know what to think. She felt tears stinging her eyes. She pushed herself back from the table, "Excuse me. I have to run to the ladies' room."

"Elizabeth are you alright?" Rosie asked.

"I…" Elizabeth began, her voice shaky. She cleared her throat, "I'm fine." She stood from her chair and rushed to the bathroom while trying to fight the tears from flowing. On her way to the restroom, she noticed the table Jack was sitting at with his apparent lady friend. She quickly rushed past them and hoped he didn't notice her.

"What's wrong with me?" She asked her reflection in the mirror, as if the image would answer her back. "We're just friends. I even told him I wasn't ready for a relationship." She grabbed a paper towel and dabbed her eyes. "But why did he ask me out if he already has a wife… and a daughter?" She couldn't figure that out. He'd told her he wasn't seeing anyone… that his job didn't allow a lot of time for a relationship.

"Elizabeth," Rosie walked in the bathroom and noticed Elizabeth staring at her reflection with tear stained cheeks. "Oh dear, what's wrong?"

Elizabeth quickly dried her eyes, "I'm fine." She forced a smile and made her way toward the bathroom door. "Let's go back to the table, shall we?"

"Alright," Rosie reluctantly agreed. "But I know something is bothering you. You can tell me when we get home if you don't want to tell me here."

Elizabeth ignored her as she headed back to the table where Lee and Connor were still seated. She decided to forget about Jack Thornton, he'd obviously already forgotten about her. She decided she would enjoy her time with her cousin before he had to leave again.

After Dinner, Rosie and Lee decided they wanted to spend the remainder of their evening together. Lee promised to get Rosie home safely. "I don't want to go home just yet," Elizabeth said as they got ready to leave.

"Then let's go to the bar and have a drink instead." Connor suggested, since they'd all consumed water during dinner.

"Okay," Elizabeth agreed. They both perched on a bar stool, ordered their drinks and chatted.

"How's your girlfriend?" Elizabeth asked, "Are you still seeing Chloe?"

"Yes," Connor smiled. "We're doing really great. In fact, I have an ulterior motive for coming to see you."

"Oh?" Elizabeth asked.

"I'm going to ask her to marry me," Connor explained.

"What?" Elizabeth was surprised, "Congratulations."

"Thank you," Connor beamed. "I wanted to know if you would like to go with me this weekend to help me pick out a ring. You know I'm not good at that kind of stuff."

"Oh, Connor I'd be honored," Elizabeth cried.

"Thanks, Liz."

"Well," Elizabeth nudged him in the ribs with her elbow, "you better invite me to the wedding."

"Like I'd get married without you there," Connor reached for the cowboy hat that was perched on his own head and placed it on her head. He then put his arm around her and kissed her cheek.

Elizabeth giggled.

"Thanks for dinner, Jack." Stacey said as they walked out the door of Outback, "It's was delicious."

"Yes, Uncle Jack," Aly agreed, "It was yummy."

"Glad you enjoyed it," Jack said, "but it's not like I cooked it."

Stacey giggled. "Maybe not, but we would have been just as happy if you had. You didn't have to take us out, you know."

"I know," Jack replied, "but I wanted to. I had a great time. I'm so glad you decided to come back home. You really helped take my mind off things."

"Glad I can help, even though I didn't know I was doing anything. What's going on Jack?"

"It's nothing for you to worry about," Jack forced a smile. "Really, it's nothing at all," He reached for his phone. He patted the pocket where he usually kept it, but it wasn't there. He patted all his other pockets, but no sign of it.

"What is it Jack?" Stacey asked.

"I think left my phone at the restaurant," Jack stated.

"Are you sure?" Stacey asked. "I don't remember seeing you with it."

Jack thought back, he didn't remember himself. After seeing Elizabeth, anything could be possible. "I might've left it at home, but since we haven't left yet, I'm going to go in just to make sure."

"Okay." Stacey agreed. "Aly and I will wait out here."

Jack headed back into the busy restaurant. He went to the table where they had been seated. The busboy hadn't gotten over to clean it yet. He looked around the table, underneath, and checked the chairs. There was no sign of it. "I probably just left it at home then," he said to himself. He passed the bar on his way out and stopped dead in his tracks. There was Elizabeth with the cowboy he'd seen earlier at her apartment. He watched him place his hat on her head, put an arm around her and kiss her cheek. Jack was stunned. All he wanted to do was get out of there. He rushed past the bar and hoped that Elizabeth didn't see him.

"Did you find it?" Stacey asked.

"Huh?" Jack was distracted.

"I asked if you found your phone."

"No, I guess I left it at home," Jack replied.

"Jack," Stacey queried. "Are you alright? You look like you've seen a ghost."

"I'm fine," Jack answered unconvincingly. "Let's just go. I've had a long day."

Jack dropped Stacey off at her parent's place. Her new apartment wasn't quite ready to be moved into yet. He then rushed to his condo. He was glad his mother had decided to go home. He loved her, but he really didn't want to deal with her tonight. He found his phone lying on the coffee table. It wouldn't power up. "Just great the battery is dead," He groaned. He placed it on the charger and got ready for bed. His mind was racing. He couldn't get Elizabeth and that cowboy out of his head. He had no right to be jealous or angry. She'd made it clear that all she wanted from him was friendship, but was surprised that she'd moved on so quickly from Charles. He lied in bed awake staring at the ceiling most of the night. It was almost three a.m. before he was finally able to doze off to sleep.

Elizabeth's apartment was dark and empty when she arrived home. She'd had a nice time with Connor and was so excited about going shopping with him to pick out the perfect engagement ring for Chloe. She went straight to her bedroom to prepare for bed; she had a long day and was tired. The jacket on her bed caught her eye for the second time that night. She felt a sense of sadness wash over her. She remembered seeing Jack with that woman and little girl. Elizabeth checked her phone and noticed the message she sent Jack had still been left unanswered. "I can't believe he didn't even bother to come by to pick up his jacket." She sighed angrily, "I guess he's found another way to keep warm." She knew she had no right to be jealous or angry. She did tell him she just wanted to be friends. She climbed into bed and stared at the ceiling for most of the night. It was almost three a.m. before she was finally able to doze off to sleep.

… to be continued…

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