The maternity shop is closed to the public while Anastasia and I shop today and we've been here two hours already. I can see Anastasia's patience waning. She's doing her best to keep a smile on her face, but I can see it in the way she flexes her fingers and clenches her jaw. She's tired, she's hungry, and she's over it. So far, she's found dresses, outfits for work, some jeans, and some winter sweaters. She's stood patiently while they tucked and pinned her clothing for alterations and we only have pajamas and lingerie left. She's tried bra after bra, but has complained that all of them are uncomfortable.

"I know that I'm going to be uncomfortable, but I'm hoping there's some kind in here that doesn't make my nipples feel like they're on fire." She rubs her temples and I stand, wrapping my arms around her. Her head rests in my chest and I can feel her tears soaking my shirt. She's frustrated, upset, and disappointed. Her nerves have taken all they can for the day and I feel awful for her.

The sales woman holding three more bras just stands there, uncertain.

"Do you have any bras that are satin or silk lined?"

She nods. "Yes, sir. We carry two brands that are silk lined, but they're not lace like she requested."

I shake my head. "Forget the lace. Get them."

She scurries off to retrieve the bras and I hear Ana sniffle and pull away from me. "Thank you for being patient, Christian. I don't know how I could have handled having to push Kate around in a wheelchair while Mia pushed clothes at me to try on."

I give her a smile and kiss the top of her head. "Don't worry about it, angel. This is why I'm here." My sensitive girl has become even more sensitive since being pregnant, but it doesn't bother me. Not one bit. She needs me and I'll be here for her, every step of the way. "Go try on those silk lined bras, okay? See if they're better."

She pouts. "But they're not as pretty as the lace ones."

"You're comfort is more important, don't you think?"

She shrugs and looks down.

I lean into her ear. "Besides, I'd rather see you naked than in lingerie."

A smile graces her face and I chuckle. "Go on, babydoll. Try the other bras." I turn her and pat her butt, getting her moving.

She comes out in the first one, smiling. It's a plain, light pink satin bra with molded cups.

I return her smile. "It's pink. I like that. Does it feel better?"

She nods. "Yes, a lot. And look..." She reaches up and unhooks the cup. "It's a nursing bra."

Oh, I like that. My eyes meet hers and she blushes, knowing exactly what I'm thinking and it has nothing to do with nursing the baby.

She clasps it back together and looks in the mirror. "It's not too bad."

I shake my head. "You look great. Do you want to get it?"

She nod. "I think so."

Looking at the sales woman, I give her a nod. "We'll take two in every color and I think we should buy a few of them one cup size bigger...what do you think, Ana?"

She turns towards me from the mirror. "Yes. That's probably wise. Can I get dressed now?"

"You've already found panties?"

She nods.

"Alright, then, yes. It's past lunch anyway. We need to eat."

She gives me grin and hurries back into the dressing room. "Just leave that bra on, baby, if it feels more comfortable." I call to her.

"Yes, sir." I hear her call back through the door and head to the register to pay for everything.

"Your total will be eleven thousand four hundred and seventy-two dollars." I hand her the credit card and she rings me up. "The clothes that need alterations should be done by the end of the week. We'll call you to let you know they're done and make arrangements to drop them off at your convenience. The other items are here, ready for you. Would you like help carrying it out to the car?"

I shake my head. "No, I've got it." I text Taylor, telling him to help me with the bags, and then sign the receipt that she places on the counter.

Ana returns from the dressing room, dressed back into one of my white button downs and a pair of black leggings and white chucks, just as Taylor appears to help me grab the garment bags and plastic clothes bags full of maternity wear.

"You ready to go, Mrs. Grey?" I ask, throwing a couple garment bags over my shoulder. "We need to feed our baby."

She smiles and takes my free hand. "Yes, I am definitely ready." She looks behind her shoulder and smiles at the sales woman who helped us. "Thank you for everything!"

XxXxXx

Anastasia plops down on the couch with a sigh. "That was an eventful afternoon."

I laugh and sit at the opposite end of the couch, pulling her feet up. "It was, but it needed to be done. Now you'll be good for awhile." I slip her shoes off her feet and take her right foot in my hand, rubbing it.

"Oh, that's Heaven. Being pregnant is exhausting. I love being pregnant, but I never expected to be so emotional. I cry at the drop of a hat these days. I get frustrated over the easiest of tasks. I don't know how Kate kept it so together. I wish I was more like her."

My eyebrows knit together. "Everyone is different, Ana. Every pregnancy is different. Kate is a wonderful girl, but she's just different. She might not have had emotional fluctuations you are having, but she had a lot of physical pain, remember? She had terrible back and hip pain, awful leg cramps and a lot of swelling. You've read your pregnancy books. Every pregnancy is unique. You might not have this issue next time."

She frowns. "Yea, I might have a whole other set of issues."

"Does that mean you don't want to?"

"No, no, no!" She shakes her head frantically. "No, I definitely want more children. I love being pregnant. I just feel bad for the people around me." She says it with a smile and then giggles.

I snort. "When you say it like that, it sounds like you might secretly like it." I release her right foot and pick up her left, continuing the massage.

She watches my fingers and smiles. "Well, it depends on how much of a butt that person is being that day. They might deserve it."

"Are you calling me a butt?"

She bites her lip, a smirk on her face. "I'm just saying that you might act like one...you know...every once in awhile."

"Oh, really?" I'll show her butt. I run my index finger up the bottom of her foot, making her squeal. She tries to get away, but I yank her down on the couch and climb up to hover over her. I hold her hands over her head with one hand while the other finds her side to tickle her lightly. She continues to squeal and kick, trying to get away. I tickle her a few more times before I bend down and press my lips to hers. She relaxes against my lips, her body going slack below my hands, so I release her wrists and roll us to our sides to continue to kiss her.

I press my lips to hers a few more times. "I love you."

"Even when I'm sassy?"

I chuckle. "Even when you're sassy."

"Good. I love you, too. More than anything." Her head rests against my bicep as she looks at me. "I'm going to miss you."

There's a pang of sadness in my heart. I hate having to leave them, but I know I need to get it over with. I've been slacking on work for too long and I need to take responsibility for it. "I'm going to miss you, too, baby. I just have to hope that the week goes quickly...for both of us."

"Will you hold me until you have to go?"

I grin. "There's nothing I'd rather do. Well...besides making love to you."

She hums. "That sounds good, too. Let's hole up in the bedroom until tomorrow night."

"Sounds like a plan. Let's go."

XxXxXx

Anastasia is lying in bed, watching me get the rest of my stuff together. We just finished another long round of love making before I have to leave.

"Are you sure you don't want me to see you off at the airport, Christian?" She sits up, holding the sheet to her chest.

"No, baby. Taylor is coming with me and I'd feel better knowing your safe and sound at home with Gail." I sit next to her and yank on the sheet lightly. She lets go of it, letting me pull it off her body. "Besides, I want the last thing I see before I go is you naked in our bed, sated and happy." I take in her body, which is still pink from our lovemaking and covered in love bites. "I marked you pretty great." I run my index finger over a bite on her breast.

Her lips turn up into a smile. "Mmhmm, I love it." She touches her collarbone, where another love bite sits.

"You did a pretty good job on me, too." I lift my shirt and show her the half a dozen love bites along my chest an abdomen. I know there's also one on each of my thighs and one on my left ass cheek, that matches one I left her.

She giggles. "I had to make sure everyone knew you were taken."

I press my lips to hers. "I love being yours." I lean down and press my lips to her round stomach. This is her seventeenth week and she looks beautiful. "Take care of our baby, Ana. I'll Skype you when I settle in to the hotel."

Ana gives me a forced smile. "Okay."

It makes my heart ache. "I'm sorry, Ana. I'll come back as soon as I can. I hate leaving you...and you being upset, it makes it even harder."

Shaking her head, she cups my face in both of her hands and brings my lips to hers in a deep kiss. "I'm sorry, Christian. I'm okay. Gail and I will have some fun while you're gone."

"Not too much, I hope." I joke, twirling a tendril of her just fucked hair around my finger. "Sawyer will tell me if you two get too wild."

"Are you really going to make him stay the whole week?"

"Absolutely. He's getting paid very nicely for it, too. He doesn't mind. I've given him the guest bed with the view so he can see the grounds even when you all are sleeping."

"Poor Sawyer."

I take her shoulders and ease her back onto the pillow. "Don't worry about him. He'll be fine. Why don't you take a nap before dinner? We've certainly done a lot of cardio the last twenty-four hours." I grin at the thought. "I'll probably end up sleeping on the plane, too. You've worn me out, Mrs. Grey. Insatiable."

She bites her lip and grins. "I can't help it. You're just so sexy, husband." Her hand runs up and down my jean clad thigh.

"Little seductress. Save it for Thursday night."

She pouts and crosses her arms. "Oh, fine."

"No pouting." I lean over her and kiss her hard. "Don't make me show dominance right before I go. I'll end up with blue balls by Thursday night."

She giggles and turns to her side. "I love you, Christian. Please, stay safe."

XxXxXx

Ana's POV

The last four days have felt like the longest four days of my life. Christian has been in St. Louis and I have been stuck in the big house without him. If it wasn't for the dogs and Gail, I might have gone crazy. I got a text from Christian stating that they've landed and they're in the car on the way home, so I'm trying to wait patiently by the door. Gail has already rushed home to wait for Taylor and I don't blame her. It also means when Christian gets home, I don't have to wait for Taylor and Gail to make an exit. Sawyer is still here, but he's packed and ready for Christian to step through the door, too. I don't think he's too happy being cooped up with two women, especially one who's hormonal and pregnant.

I hear the beep, signaling that someone is entering the gate and I pull open the front door, so I can watch them pull up. Taylor comes pulling up the driveway at top speed, making me laugh. The car isn't even stopped before Christian's door opens and he comes running out. Taylor turns the car off and runs straight for their house.

Christian comes at me full force, bending over and grabbing me, and I instantly wrap my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist. His lips crash into mine and he stumbles into our entryway with me wrapped around him.

"I'll let myself out." I hear Sawyer say. I open one eye to see Christian waving him off with one hand.

When the door closes, he ends the kiss and locks the door. "God, I fucking missed you." His eyes search my face, taking me in and mine do the same to him. I feel like I haven't seen him in ages.

"I've missed you. So much." I tighten my grip on him and begin to nibble along his neck. Mmm. I've missed the smell of my husband. I continue my assault along his neck as he carries me upstairs and deposits me on the bed.

"Fuck. I need you. Now. Panties off." He tells me, beginning to unbuckle his belt. I make quick work with pulling my sundress up and my panties down, so that he can have me.

"Please...Christian...hurry." I open my legs wide and pull my sundress up as far as I can while still laying for him.

He rips his boxer-briefs down his muscular legs and my hips wiggle, seeing his hard length standing at attention. He takes no time covering me and in one hard thrust, he enters me.

"Oh, thank fuck." He murmurs into my hair.

My legs and arms wrap themselves around him and I hold on tight. I need him close.

XxXxXx

"Ana...Ana, baby..." I wake with Christian caressing my face.

"Christian?" He's dressed in a button-down and slacks.

"Good morning, wife."

"Why are you dressed for work?" Stay with me.

"I won't be long. I just have a meeting this morning to discuss my St. Louis trip and then I'll be home. Two hours, max. I promise."

I give him the eye, trying to decide if he'll really only be a couple hours or if he'll get caught up and end up staying the day. "Two hours?"

He nods and puts his hand to his chest. "Yes, I cross my heart. I couldn't bear to be away from you and our baby any longer than that, anyway." He pulls the cover down and rubs my stomach. "I swear you've grown so much since Sunday. Maybe we should be taking a picture of you every day instead of every week."

I wrinkle my nose at him. "No, no. Once a week is plenty. I've probably gained ten pounds from just eating my feelings while you were gone."

He smiles. "Good. You could use to gain a few."

I huff and playfully push him. "Go to work, husband. And bring me back a big Starbucks tea as an apology."

Laughing, he salutes me. "Yes, ma'am. I'll see you in a couple hours." He gives me one last kiss before heading out.

Looking at the clock, I see that it's only 7:00 am, so I decide to get another hour or so sleep. That'll still give me some time to grab a shower and get ready for the day before he comes back with my yummy tea. I set my alarm clock and settle back in bed.

*Beep* *Beep* *Beep*

I groan and stretch, rolling over to silence the alarm. The dogs come jumping into bed, upon hearing it.

"You wanna go outside?"

They bark and then run towards the door; their way of telling me yes.

I slip on my white knee length, silk robe and tie it tight before heading downstairs to let the dogs out. I let them out the back door and stand on the patio with them. They do their business and then Asher bolts to the right, towards the front of the house.

"ASHER! GET BACK HERE!" I hurry around the front and see that Gail is out, playing in the garden she planted between our houses. "Oh, Asher, leave Gail alone!" Ember follows me, but sits next to me, looking bored with Asher's antics.

Asher gives Gail a wet kiss, making her laugh. "Oh, Asher. You little scoundrel." She scratches his ears affectionately and then waves over at me. I see that her hair is quite a tangled mess and I catch a dark bruise on the side of her neck.

"Looks like you've had quite a night." I tell her, teasing.

She smiles and looks me over. "You, too."

Giggling, I reach up and try to smooth my bedhead. I'm sure I'm a mess. I didn't expect Gail to be up, yet, but I should have known, especially if Taylor went into work with Christian.

"Asher, come on, now! You said hi. It's time to go inside." He comes galloping over to me and we make our way back inside.

I wipe my feet on the rug inside the door and then close and lock the door behind me. The dogs go straight to their food bowls and I fill them before heading upstairs to shower. In the closet, I find a cute sage green blouse and jean capris to wear for the day. I search through my underwear drawer, looking for some cute panties to wear for Christian, and I hear the click of the door being shut.

I head back into the bedroom to greet Christian. "Christian? You're back early...What-" I stop dead in my tracks.

"Hello, Anastasia."

"Jack." What the fuck am I going to do? How did he get here?

*Warning*

Trigger Warning Below. If not interested, scroll down until you find the Trigger Warning End note.

"I've missed you, Ana." He comes towards me and I back up, but I hit the wall next to the closet. I look around, but I'm stuck between him, the closet, and the bed.

I make a break for the bed, hoping to go over it and out the door, but he catches my leg and I find myself on my back on the bed, with him straddling my waist. Bad move, Ana...bad, bad move.

"I was thinking we could take our time getting into bed...but since you're so eager..." He holds my hands together above my head, but I fight him anyway. He reaches behind him and produces a pair of handcuffs.

"Oh, no. No, please...no." I beg him.

"What's wrong, Ana? I thought you were into this kind of stuff. At least, that's what Sorrento had mentioned in our cell block." My body tenses at his words and then I start fighting harder. Unfortunately, my strength is no match for his.

"Asshole." I hiss when he finally gets both my wrists in the cuffs.

"That isn't a very nice thing for a submissive to say."

"I'm not your submissive, Jack!"

"Mmm, but you could be." He holds my arms above my head with one hand while the other is trailing down my body. My robe is still tied, but showing my pregnant stomach. I don't know how much longer the tie will last. He's got the same look in his eye that he did the last time I saw him. "We could be great together, Ana. I could give you more pleasure and pain than Grey could ever dream of." His hand stops on my stomach and I begin to fight against him again.

"What do we have here, kitten? Are you really thinking of bearing that disgusting excuse for a man's spawn?" He reaches in his back pocket and produces a large pocket knife, making me scream. "Maybe we should put it out of its misery now."

"NO! Please! Please, I'll do anything. Please don't hurt my baby."

He smirks at me and his dry, chapped lips press hard against my own. I let out a whimper. "That's what I thought, kitten. Anything I want, huh?" He pulls on the tie of my robe and my head falls back and I squeeze my eyes shut. Please...please, God. Please let Christian come soon. Please let this be fast. "A little birdy told me that your husband is gone for the week. I think I'll take my time with you. I've been dreaming of this for so long... I'm not about to let a fetus ruin it."

He thinks Christian is still gone! I can use this to my advantage. If I can drag this out long enough...

"I've dreamed about this skin. So soft..." His index finger runs down the center of me, from my neck to my navel. I can feel tears springing to my eyes, but I try to force them away. He wants to see me fall apart. I won't give him the satisfaction.

"How did you get here?"

"I've got two feet don't I?"

I roll my eyes and he grabs my jaw, shaking my head almost violently. "Do. Not. Disrespect. Me." He's holding my jaw so tight that I'm worried he'll somehow break it. His lips press harshly against my own and he relaxes his grip on my face and runs his hand down my body, caressing me. I try to ignore his hand.

I clear my throat. "I thought you were in prison."

He shrugs.

"How did you get out?"

"A friend."

"You had no bail."

He grins. "Who said anything about a bail?"

Oh, shit. "Surely they're out looking for you, then."

He gives a snort. "Don't even know I'm gone, yet. By the time they do, I'll already have you." He pushes his erection into the side of my thigh and I have to swallow to keep from being sick.

"What are you going to do to me?" Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry.

"I think it's pretty evident what I'm going to do to you, Ana. Fuck. I've wanted you for so long." His mouth begins to follow his hand down my body and I squeeze my eyes shut, forcing my brain somewhere else. The baby. Who is the baby going to look like? Just picture it...

"What the fuck?" My eyes fly open and Jack sits up, ceasing his trail down my abdomen. "Why the fuck do you smell like sex?" He forces my legs apart. "Either you have a boyfriend Grey doesn't know about or I've been lied to and he's home." His fingers find my throat and he tightens his grip. "Which is it? Are you a little slut?"

I whimper and shake my head, trying to fight against him, even though I know it's no use. I have no use of my arms or my legs. I hear the ding of the alarm, alerting me that someone is entering the gate, and I let out a whimper, hoping he didn't pay attention to it. Luckily, he's too busy trying to keep me still to realize what the sound was.

"Where is Grey?" He asks, shaking me by his hold on my neck.

I shake my head, refusing to tell him.

"Tell me, god damn it! I didn't risk sneaking out just to get cock blocked again. Where is he?" He tightens his grip on my neck and I start to choke.

Please, please, please, Christian...

The door opens and before Jack can even get completely turned around, he's being yanked off of me.

"GET THE FUCK OFF MY WIFE!" Christian throws him against the opposite wall and punches him hard in face, blood flying from his nose. I scramble up, off the bed, and towards the opposite nightstand, hitting the alert button underneath the edge of it. Christian put these in before we moved in. It alerts the police and Taylor's phone when it's been hit.

I turn to see Christian and Jack wrestling on the floor. Currently, they are fighting for control of the pocketknife and I step closer.

"NO!" Christian barks at me, while trying to fight for control. I instantly stop, remembering that I'm pregnant. I've got to protect more than just me, now. I hear the front door slam and know Taylor is on his way up. I do my best to close my robe over my breasts, knowing I can't do much with the cuffs on.

Taylor comes flying in, seeing me first. "Are you alright?"

"Yes! Help him!"

He sees the two men fighting on the floor and steps in to help. They get Jack pinned down and Taylor lets Christian get in a few more punches before he takes over, using his own cuffs he keeps on his belt to secure Jack's hands behind his back.

"Take the fucker into my office." He growls out to Taylor.

Christian steps up to me and for the first time, I realize that I'm shaking. "Ana...Ana, are you okay?" He takes me by the arms and sits me on the bed, sitting in front of me. "Did he hurt you?"

"I'm...I'm okay." His hands run over my my face and neck, down my arms, and to my wrists.

"Fuck." He turns and searches through his nightstand, looking for our personal handcuff key. He finds it quickly and I hold my hands out so he can uncuff me. When they're off, he rubs my wrists, where red marks have formed.

"Ana, look at me." My eyes leave my wrists and find his. "What did he do to you?"

"He...he touched me."

"Oh, baby.." He wraps me in his arms and holds me close. "Did he rape you?"

I squeeze him around the waist and shake my head. "No."

"Where did he touch you?"

"Everywhere." My eyebrows knit together. "I'm sorry, Christian."

He shakes his head. "No, baby, no. You have no reason to be sorry." He hugs me tight, trying to get me to stop shaking. "You're safe now. I've got you."

"Don't let go." If he does, I'm going to lose it. I want to cry, I want to scream...I want to fall apart...but I know I can't. The police are coming.

"I won't. I promise."

XxXxXx

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*Christian's POV*

After the police get our statement and take what they need for evidence, I shut and lock the door behind me. When I turn around, Anastasia is standing there, still in her robe, her arms wrapped around herself. Taylor and Gail are standing behind her, silent.

I wrap my arms around my girl and hold her to me. "You two can go home, now. We'll be alright."

Taylor gives me a nod and Gail follows him out the door.

"Why don't we get a shower and head to bed?"

She shakes her head. "No."

What? "No?"

"I don't want to stay there."

"Well, do you want to stay downstairs in the guest bed?"

She shakes her head against my chest. "I don't want to stay here. Not tonight. I don't feel safe. Please, Christian. Please."

"Okay, okay. We'll stay in a hotel for the night."

I feel her relax a little against me. "Yes, yes, that sounds good."

"Let's get you some clothes first, okay? Are you okay coming upstairs with me to get clothes?"

"Yes."

We head up the stairs and she stands in the doorway while I grab her one of my hoodies and a pair of my sweatpants to throw on tonight. I slip her out of her robe and into my clothes quickly.

"Ready?"

She nods. "Yes, let's just go."

I grab the keys to the R8 and on our way out of the driveway, I call and let Taylor know what we're doing and to bring us clothes in the morning.

I let the valet take the car when we get to the hotel and I book us one of the suites.

Once we're in the room, I put the do not disturb sign on the door and lock the extra lock. "We're safe here, Ana."

She turns to look at me and nods. "Can we take that shower now?"

"Yes, of course."

I take her hand and we make our way into the bathroom, where I turn the shower on and strip her of her sweats.

"Hop in while I get undressed." I help her get into the shower and she stands under the spray while I make quick work on my own clothes.

I climb into the shower and wrap my arms around her from behind, kissing the top of her head. She's been distant and withdrawn and it worries me.

"Can I wash your hair?" I ask her, caressing her shoulder.

"Please."

Once I have her hair shampooed, I cover the ends in a thick layer of conditioner. Her hair is a ratted mess.

"I'll let that sit while I wash you, alright?"

"Okay." She turns towards me and while I soap up the rag, she begins to cry.

"Ana?"

She bursts into tears and clings to me, sobbing into my chest.

"Oh, Ana...I'm here. I'm right here. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." I hold her tight and pick her up, moving to the built in seat. I have a seat and she straddles my legs, hiding in my neck. "You're safe now. I'm not going anywhere. You're not ever leaving my sight again, you hear me?" She continues to sob into my neck, her body shaking hard as she cries. All I can do is hold onto her and give her as much support as I can. I know how therapeutic crying can be. She needs to cry it out. I'll sit here as long as she needs me to and hold her while she falls apart.

I rock her back and forth while she cries. I remember that my father use to sing to my mother when she was upset, so I decide to try it.

"Wise men say, only fools rush in...but, I can't help falling in love with you..."

As I sing, her sobs wracking her body become less intense, so I continue singing while I rock her. By the time I get to the second verse, her crying has stopped, but she sits still, resting her tired body against my own while I continue. When I finish, I press my lips to the top of her wet head.

"I like your singing."

I smile. "Would you like to wash yourself?"

"No."

"Would you like me to?"

"Yes, please."

I squeeze her to me again, glad we're back on track.

"Alright. Let's get that conditioner out of your hair and then I'll get you cleaned up, dried off, and into bed."

She lets me baby her and I think she needs it just as much as I do. Once I've dried her off, I sit her in the soft chair at the vanity and brush and dry her hair. I pick her up and carry her to bed, curling up next to her.

"Thank you for taking care of me."

"Oh, baby. You deserve it. You've been through hell today." She refused to go to the hospital to get checked out, but I understand why. She just needs some rest and relaxation. The EMT's on scene said that everything seemed fine and that going to the ED was her decision.

If I could have gotten away with killing the fucker without the worry of jail time, I would have in a heart beat. Now that I have my wife and our son to worry about, I can't risk being taken away now. I have failed at keeping her safe from that fucker and I don't know if I'll ever be able to forgive myself for it. He was in jail. She should have been safe. But she wasn't. I won't make that mistake again. I'm going to take the proper precautions from now on. Anastasia will never be left alone again. I won't allow her to be a victim again.

"Can we watch a movie? I don't want to close my eyes, yet." Her question brings me out of my head. I reach around her and grab the remote off the side table, turning the television on. Flipping through the channels, I find Who Framed Roger Rabbit and I turn up the volume a little.

"Thank you." She snuggles into me and I allow myself to relax for the first time today. I feel a few tears leak out of my eyes, but I quickly wipe them away, not wanting to upset her further. She needs strong Christian right now and I'm not about to let her down again. I already left her vulnerable to that fucker more than once. I won't allow that again. I refuse to be a failure.

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