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Rated M: For language and sexual content

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Previously on Weak:

"Bruce, it's ok… talk to me." I said sitting closer to him.

He looked up at me, "I want you."

I have no idea how long I saw there, staring into his eyes. It was like I stopped breathing… how—what. What just happened?

"I—" I was interrupted.

"I don't mean it in a provocative way… I just… want to want to be with someone. And right now, I feel like I could want you," He pauses. "No, I want you."

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What have I gotten myself into? Is this really happening right now?

"Wait—I—I don't know what to say—"

He interrupted me, "I know this is sudden and maybe even crazy, but I can't explain myself any other way." He looked down at his feet and for once I didn't see him as the high and mighty billionaire Bruce Wayne; instead I saw a man.

I stood up, but soon realized I shouldn't have. I had nowhere to go. What could I say? If I was supposed to feel something, I would have felt it now. I am I still into Richard? Or is this my chance to move on?

Is he waiting for a reply? What is he expecting? Wait! What do I want? Who do I want?

Richard? Or Bruce?

It all seems like a selfish and foolish game picking between two people. But what choice do I have? Maybe Bruce could be—No! I must be going crazy.

I turned around to face him, "How do I know this is not some kind of game? I can't take being lied to and be 2nd place." I laughed to myself. " I sound like a jealous schoolgirl!"

He took my hand.

"I can't guarantee anything. But I know when I want something," his eyes piercing through me. There was truth, there was a sort of wanting in them, maybe even lust. Normally I would shy away at advances like this… but not this time.

"And if I don't want you…"

He laughs a little… "Bruce Wayne always gets what he wants… when I can't get something, I just want it more." He touches my face, "Are you saying, Korinna Anders, that you don't want to spend the night with The Bruce Wayne?"

His finger traces my cheeks then to my ear. I let out a sigh. "You don't know what you do to me…This is me trying to resist."

"Are you still thinking about Richard? After all he has done to you… you're willing to deny me what I want and possibly what you want?"

"You make it sound like a crime…" I turn away, back facing him. "You cloud my judgement…as if you're seducing me or taking control of my mind."

"Give into me… you won't regret it." He whispers in my ear. His arms wrapping around my waist, his breath warm on my cheeks and something rock hard poking my behind.

It almost seems that Richard is out of the picture. I wonder if this is how Bruce seduces woman just before he takes them under his wing…

"Are you trying to seduce me?" I say exasperated.

"This isn't me trying… but if you won't give in yet, I might have to start…" He mumbles, as he kisses behind my ear down to my shoulder.

"Bruce, as much as you turn me on right now… I have a feeling I'm going to regret it as soon as you find another girl you want put to bed…"

He winced. "Oooh… you think I'm that predictable?"

I nodded, "And you just want to piss Richard off by taking his sloppy seconds…"

"Well… if it does piss Richard off then it just shows how much he still cares for you… So it's a win-win situation."

I thought about this a little. But that didn't change my mind, "If I did, he might not ever talk to me again. Besides I need love not some one night stand."

He turned me around, "What makes you think I want just one night with you." His eyes pierced through mine proving to me that he was saying the truth. My heart was starting to beat faster as I hesitated to give into him. This isn't me. I would never give into this. Am I falling for him? Or just lust for someone to love me?

"Bruce… I… I can't…" I kissed him on the cheek almost as a gift of apology.

He sighed. "Interesting, you let on this innocent but seducible young woman."

"Innocent, maybe…but seducible? Think again. I've seen too many headlines with you and a new girl. I'm not about to fall for that trap, no matter what you say. Those women may have nothing to lose… but for me, someone who wants to love and be loved the old-fashioned way, just might lose everything she's ever believed in."

Before he could find some cunning way to retaliate, I left the room.

4 weeks later…

"You know, Bruce hasn't dated anyone for a month now. And the tabloids are starting to notice it and maybe even miss it. I'm sure somewhere they have a special about all the women he's dated." Terra was saying over a cappuccino.

I continued to sip my French vanilla. I'll let this comment slip. I need to find another topic we can talk about. But it seems that is the only interesting topic there is with my friends. My friends like the idea of me being with someone totally not my type compared to see me despair over my beloved and failed relationship with Richard. It's weird how they take Bruce's side over Richard.

Bruce would be more likely to hurt me but instead Richard did.

It's not a question of whose better, but what will happen to me during the aftermath. Perhaps I'm just really bad at choosing people to date. I'm in love with the perfect guy and he hurts me and then I attract all the other men who just want to get in my pants. Like what the fuck?

Pardon my language. I don't mean to sound angry but I'm just sick of things not going my way.

Terra had noticed that I did not respond to her comment, so she quickly changed the subject. Convenient.

"How's living in that dump you call an apartment?"

"It is not a dump! Trust me, I'm going to make that place so beautiful you'll want to move in with me!" That was the idea… my apartment, although small, was cozy but antique. A little too antique. I wanted to make it my own. But first I needed a job.

I sighed.

"What?" Terra asked.

"I think it's time for change."

"Ok, what though?"

"I'm going to call my mom."

"WHAT?! You never call your mom unless you—oh shit!"

"Yes, I'm going to ask her for help." I laughed.

"I have a bad feeling about this…are you sure? There's no going back, if you're going to ask your mom to part of the business. Why so interested all of a sudden?"

"I need a change. Not so much my love life, but me. I mean maybe it's time to take control of my life, by living it and having fun. In order to do that in this world, you need money, as bad as it sounds. And my mother just so happens to own one of the biggest companies in the fashion world."

"Your mom will immediately take you under her wing. She's always wanted you to be a model… she would do anything for you to be a model in her company. I mean come on… when she became one of the biggest names in fashion industry; paparazzi were swarming you, her one and only gorgeous daughter."

" I didn't want that life. So I laid low and eventually mom took the heat off me and I was declared uninteresting!" I was dating Richard at the time and I didn't want us to look like a power couple; him the CEO and me the top model. I had that potential but the constant working didn't appeal to me because all I wanted to be was Richard's everything and just living simply.

But I guess my life now doesn't appeal since I have no man to "hold me down". And maybe that's what I need now, to be a successful powerhouse woman!

Terra had to head back to work so I decided to call my mom then and there.

Obviously long distance… my mother was in Paris, her joie de vivre. Paris equals fashion and passion. The two things my mom was in love with. She had a boyfriend, Raoul for the longest time. She never wants to tie the knot because my father was her true love (he passed away) and she felt that if she remarried it was a betrayal to that love. Besides she's happy with what she has now.

You know what they say about French men? Amazing in bed but terrible husbands… Raoul seems wonderful to my mother. He is completely devoted to her, unlike most of my mother's coworkers' husbands. But what can you do right?

Ring…ring…ring…

"Cherie! How are you?!" I loved it when she called me that.

"Hi, mom. I'm ok, but I know what would make me feel better." I could hear her excitement as she rejoiced. She knew what I was talking about. I told her a few years ago that if things weren't working out (meaning my love life) I would surrender to her fashion world. The reason why she wanted me so badly was because she knew she could trust me; with the job and eventually the company.

"You're finally joining me… so what are the conditions?"

"I get to stop being a model anytime I want."

"Is that it? Are you serious? I thought there would be a whole list!" She laughed over the phone. She didn't waste time, "You need to fly here then!"

The next thing I knew I was in Paris. I really felt out of place. I was wearing a tank and jeans, my normal apparel. I guess you could say I was a plain Jane. I had to wear sunglasses and a fedora to hide my hair. It was obvious the hair. I wouldn't be surprised if the paparazzi have been waiting for me.

My mother on the other hand did not bother dressing down. She was wearing her sleek black cocktail dress; high neck and low back, matching pumps and her dark rimmed glasses. She kept her hair long which made the illusion that she was way younger. We were almost like sisters.

"Cherie!" We embraced and double kiss, one on each cheek and sat down.

It's also French. But I must say I could almost fall for this type of lifestyle. Paris made my mother happy, even though she was working all the time; Paris gave her the time to relax while keeping her occupied. Unlike North America, everything was rush rush rush.

"Oh mother…"

"Oh my, you only call me "mother" when you don't agree with something…" She took her glasses off looking at me.

"You look so much happier than I am… it makes me feel centuries older than you."

"My darling, if you lived in Paris and lived la vie en rose, then you wouldn't have a care in the world. So tell me what is bothering you… what happened to Richard. I thought for sure it was "forever". He loved you so much."

"Oh mom, loving me wasn't the problem. It was being torn between two people. I don't get how you can love two people at once!"

"At least, he still loved you while loving her. There are worse things."

"Well… I ended it. I can't stand the idea that he was in love with me and her. We were so different. Eventually one was going to rule over the other. And I wasn't going to wait there to see."

"Honey, you were too hasty. Give the man a chance to breathe and see. Or do it the French way, find the mistress and beat her."

"Mom, he didn't cheat on me."

"Mon dieu, why did you end it?"

"I don't know, mom! It seemed like the right thing. I mean my heart was broken. I was so sure he loved me and when I felt that his love was faltering. I was right. But it still hurt. I mean is it even possible to love two people at once. I thought the heart could have one person."

"How about polygamists? They love more than one person. How about when you're widowed like me? You think I have no room for another man?"

"But mom, you don't even want to marry Raoul!"

"But that doesn't me I don't love him. I love your father, God forbid, but I cannot live a life without love. And you know it gets lonely over here. With you in the States, I have no family. Besides, I'm too old to get married." She chuckled.

"Ok, let's change the subject."

"Well… I hear that you've been the leading lady of a very prestigious man…" She leaned closer to me, she knew how to read me.

"Oh… you mean Bruce."

"So the rumours are true! Tell me more!"

"Mom, you make it sound like a soap opera…"

"Please treat your mother! It's not every day that I see my beautiful daughter. But to see her on the tabloids with a hottie… now that's something I have to hear from you."

I sighed. I told her everything, minus the seduction.

She was speechless. "I—Cherie, I want to be happy for you but at the same time I can't help being concerned. Which do you want? A happy or concerned mother?"

"Happy…I think it would be more entertaining."

Her face lit up. "My, my… honey, you've really captured one of the most captivating men in North America. That is a big deal! How could you snatch such a specimen? How'd did you meet? Do you like him? Did something happen between you guys?"

"Mom, he basically took in Richard, almost like a protégé, after both his parents died. So I knew him before when I was dating Richard. I mean, we barely ever interacted. Richard never cared for his company. Bruce back then was like a father; telling him what to do. But now, Bruce is more like his brother… they compete against each other. I don't know how he started to be attracted to me. Like I told you… I was in the kitchen after the falling out with Richard that drunken night and he started talking to me, almost sympathizing with me. Honestly my judgement was clouded and I was so angry that I just agreed with everything he said."

She nodded looking down as she was sipping her French tea.

"All I wanted to do is get back at Richard for making me feel so 2nd place. So insignificant. Or not worth fighting for! And he was giving me the opportunity to make Richard see that he really does care and love me, by making him jealous. I know, I know it's silly. I regret it now. It just made me more hurt and confused." I massaged my temple as I was being to see how naïve and childish I've become.

" It seems I'm falling for it. He makes himself up as a prestigious and cool bachelor of one of the biggest companies, but with me he genuinely wants to be with me. I don't know if it's an act or something real. I mean men are complex beings…" I sighed.

My mother did not look at me, but instead stared into space, perhaps wondering what to say to me next.

"Korinna, as your mother, I wish for you to avoid such relationships. They strain your heart and mind and honestly it will not do you any good. You need to make up your mind. If you love Richard but he does not love you, you need to learn how to love yourself more than him. You cannot love another without first loving yourself. As for Bruce, it seems he's very good at wooing women and tailoring his moves according to what that specific woman is looking for. I don't want you to fall for this kind of man because you'll end up in the pile of dusty trophies of every woman he's ever dated or slept with. I know I have no say in your sex life or love life… but I do wish that you will not harden your heart because of the imperfections of this sad and cruel world."

So much to take in… I stayed silent for what seemed like hours.

"Mom, do you think this is the best choice? To immerse myself into work?"

"Well, only if you want it. I don't want to force you into something you don't even like. It will become torture to you in the future. But I assure you it will keep you busy."

I closed eyes, imagining what that life would look like. Fashion, fashion, fashion; the clothes, the parties, the shoots, the models, the designers, the fame.

Would I fit into this world?

"It's a deal." I extended my hand for her to shake it. But she just smiled.

1 year later…

"Congratulations on your new line!"

"Merci! I couldn't have done it without my daughter." My mother put a hand on my knee.

"I've seen power couples, but to have a mother and daughter collaborate together has been interesting to watch. How do you ladies do it? I mean isn't there rivalry?"

"It's funny that you say that because I've never fought with my mother before. She's very free-spirited and I've always respected her freedom and she has respected mine. In a way we're almost like sisters, besides we already look it."

The crowd laughs.

"Ah! We have a question from the audience. Please stand up."

He was dressed casually, with a beanie and vintage ray bans. "This is a personal question but does having your heart broken have anything to relate to suddenly joining your mother's company?"

The audience went quiet. All eyes staring back at me. The question hit home, but I wasn't going to retaliate to the question so hastily. I looked at him more closely and realized.

"It's funny that you ask a question that you know the answer to, Richard." There were whispers in the audience. Richard Grayson?

I was previously interviewed about my relationships when I first started being a model. Of course, I had nothing to hide since it was the past. So evidently, Richard and Bruce became big names in France. If anything their popularity grew in Paris as I, top model, previously dated Richard Grayson and Bruce Wayne both very powerful men in North America.

He didn't hesitate, from the front row he headed over to the stage. Evidently no one knew what was going on. It was almost like a delayed reaction. He took my hand and took me away on live TV. I couldn't even believe it myself.

"What are you doing?!" I said as I was having trouble catching up in my heels.

" I should ask you the same question. I didn't think you'd go this far…" he said as his motorcycle was parked outside the side door.

"I can't ride this… I'm wearing a dress."

"Then you'll have to sit sideways on my lap then… it would have been harder to bring a car. This way we can evade paparazzi."

"You could have called."

"And you would have answered?"

"Hm, actually I wouldn't… What's going on? Why are you kidnapping me?" I sat on his lap as I put on the 2nd helmet.

"We cannot talk here…" he said briskly as we zoomed away.

Richard was never like this. He usually was straight to the point. But I remember how daring he was. We'd always ride his motorcycles which is why I never wore dresses. We were always on the move. We were always together… inseparable. Even when we were just best friends, he'd always bike me to school. Barbara hated motorcycles so he never dropped her off at school. Although, it made her so jealous.

"Where's your apartment?" He asked.

"Just turn right, straight ahead, I'll tell you when to stop." He was zooming in the streets if we got caught it didn't matter. It's not like a ticket would stop him.

"Ok, right here…"

After parking we headed to my apartment; the same as a year ago when I first moved to Paris. My mother insisted that I get a new apartment but it was the only place that reflected who I am. I was small but cozy and almost had a rusty and vintage Paris look. It had old French doors for the balcony that I liked to keep open. With loveseats and a 4-post bed, my apartment was romantic.

"Make yourself comfortable…" I went back to my room to my wardrobe which was hidden by a folding screen. Then I changed out of my interview outfit into a simple blue t-shirt dress.

I walked back to the living room and sat down on a loveseat. Richard had already taken off his beanie and sunglasses. Revealing his still-good hat hair and his gorgeous blue eyes.

"You have a lot of explaining to do…" he said, slouching, putting elbows on his knees.

"About what? And since when do I have to explain what's going on with me…?"

"You don't even tell me where you're going… I found about you in Paris 6 months ago in a billboard of you modeling for lingerie, for God's sake! I didn't even think it was you, until I asked a random pedestrian! I would have come 6 months earlier but I got caught up with work and Bruce has been working me to the bone. He plans to retire early! Unbelievable."

"You still haven't answered my question… I don't have to explain what's going on with me!"

"What happened to us? You know I still care about you, no matter what we've been through. I know I've made a mistake but that doesn't mean you have to run away."

"Hey! Don't go pointing fingers at me! You're the one who broke my heart because you couldn't make up your mind about 2 people! I don't know how the fuck you can love two people at once, Richard!"

"Well, you wouldn't fucking know!" He sighed, massaging his temple.

He continued, "And then what happened with Bruce… I thought he broke up with you. He never talked about what happened to you. He just said you were gone. He didn't know anything! I know we had our rough patch but you still could have given me a warning! I was going to let you fall in love with Bruce if that's what you truly wanted. But if Bruce was going to hurt you, I swear I would kill him. But no letter or call from you. You disappeared… I missed you… so much,"

"I was in a bad place. I wanted to blame myself for being stupid. For letting myself feel for Barbara but feel just the same about you. It was unfair. I didn't think I deserved to love you. But I wanted to be at least friends… somehow rewind and get back to the way we were… but like I said you disappeared."

I turned around and put water in the kettle. I'm going to need some tea.

"Dick, I can't do this again. If I stay in Paris, I have no memory of you here… I can feel secure knowing that you won't pop up one day or see you on the news or in magazines."

"Don't do this… Kory… I should have been open about this before. I'm just not good at expressing my feelings." I could feel him stand behind me, but his hands remained at his side.

I turn around and kiss his lips. He grabs me by the waist and caresses my hair. I could feel longing, not lust. Almost like kissing after long leave of absence. Is this what I wanted?

Here and back again.

I wanted more… more of him. No!

Before I knew it I could see Richard's shocked face as I pushed him away.

"I—I'm sorry. I don't know why I did that. Richard, we are very different people. I like to talk about my feelings and leave things out in the open. While you, you just hide and wish to deal with it on your own. And I don't know if I can do that if we're boyfriend and girlfriend. That was the one thing I found difficult in our relationship. You never told me when something was troubling you… and when that something became me… I just couldn't take it anymore. I kept blaming myself for not being enough… or just not being enough to get Barbara out of your head."

I continued, "Look at her! She's a pain in the ass… I have no idea how the heck you can still be in love with her!"

"BUT I'M NOT IN LOVE WITH HER. Not anymore… I was in love with what we used to be when we were in high school. She broke up with me and moved on. In a way I never stopped loving her… she was my first love. You have to understand how I felt then… and I know it's real late… but right now I miss you. And if there's any chance for us to be together again I would take it in a heartbeat. And that's a lot coming from me, Kory."

We could hear commotion outside. Oh no the paparazzi... I walked over to the window to the balcony. I was never afraid of talking to the press… since I was such a goody-two-shoes. But this time, the interview on TV is probably all over the net.

Then Richard came up from behind me, exposing himself to the paparazzi.

"I LOVE HER! JE L'AIME." Pulling me into an intense lip lock.

No matter how hard I struggled, I was not going anywhere. By the time, he released me it was too late. The paparazzi had enough evidence to prove that Richard Grayson was my new beau.

"Kory… where are the towels?" He yelled from the bathroom.

"Not now!" I said, as I covered the phone. "I'm so sorry… he's been camping out here for the past month. I don't know what to do, Bruce."

"That bastard… he's supposed to be running my company and has used you as an excuse to escape me."

"I don't blame him, Bruce. Why didn't you tell him about what happened to us?"

"I didn't want him to have the satisfaction of knowing what happened to us. He let go of you… a wonderful woman. I know it sounds pedophile to say that I've seen you grown from a young teen into a beautiful woman, but you deserved more. You are one-of-a-kind… I mean… you rejected me!"

"Aw, I'm sorry, Bruce."

"It's alright… I miss you, you know?"

"Hey hey, you're barking up the wrong tree. Your protégée of adopted son is in love with me… don't g fighting for my love too."

"There's something alluring about forbidden fruit… you just want to bite into it." He chuckles.

"You're horrible, you know that? I have to go; Richard doesn't know I've been talking to you over the past year."

"You sure it's a good idea to keep that a secret?"

There was a pause. Yes, I have been contacting Bruce over the past year. I do not know how he found out but I have a feeling he has some kind of connection to my mother. My mother always thought that Bruce was a good man. After all he's been almost like a father to Richard… more like a brother.

I always find myself at ease after talking to Bruce. He does seem like an old fart in the aspect that he has wisdom.

I always wondered why I kept in contact with Bruce in the past year. He had found me…and I guess I still needed that connection to Richard even if it wasn't Richard himself. Home away from home I guess. Our relationship is definitely a friendly one… and looking back, perhaps an inappropriately friendly relationship. I mean for goodness' sake, he's my ex-boyfriend's guardian. Well not anymore anyways but still. I'm practically dating his family.

I don't know how Richard feels about the whole thing… but right now he seems to be willing to forgive anything just to be with me again.

My mind is telling me no. 'He hurt you once, he can hurt you again'.

But I'm afraid that if I pass this up, I'll find myself unable to feel that happiness that I felt with him.

"Who are you talking to?" Richard sneaks behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist.

"I'll talk to you later, ok?" I say into the receiver and hang up.

"Kory?" he whispers, waiting for an answer.

"That was Bruce."

His hands drop and he walks over to the counter, leaning on it. "Why is he calling you, Kory?" I could hear the coldness in his voice.

"I've been talking to him over the past year."

He inhales sharply, putting his head down. There was a long pause.

"So he knew…" he stops. "HE KNEW?!" His voice loud and harsh. I hated when he raised his voice when we were together. I would walk away and let him fuse… I hated it. It would lead to a fight and I absolutely hated fighting.

I turned away, getting ready to walk off. "Wait–" he grabs my hand, pulling me towards him until our faces are inches apart.

"I'm not going to let you walk away anymore, Kory. You need to face me."

I squirm. "Stop." I look away. I cannot stare into those eyes that I adore because I will see anger in them.

"Look at me…" he said taking my chin so that I can face him. "Why does Bruce get to call you and you don't even tell me where the fuck you are?"

"Please stop… I don't want to fight. We were always fighting before…"

"I want to fight right now… this is something worth fighting for."

"Bruce—Bruce and I are close friends. He was there when you weren't. He even was going to go as far as dating me to make you jealous… but he ended up wanting me for himself despite how much I still felt for you. As much as I wanted to move on from you… I could not accept his feelings."

He inhales deeply again, almost as if holding back a cold retaliation.

"He has been wonderful to me. He was my indirect connection to you. He made me stop missing you. I would have gotten over you eventually and he was helping me to do that."

He looks away, almost disgusted.

"Richard…" I go over to touch him, but he yanks his arm away. "Honey…" I force myself onto him but I lose my balance. Like the speed of light he has me wrapped in his arm as we fall down to the floor.

He winces.

"Are you ok? I'm so sorry." I look up to see his eyes on me. So very close.

I almost feel this nostalgic feeling at the proximity of our bodies. My heart relaxes, like its home.

"I'm so angry at you right now." He mutters. "But I can't help the feeling of being close to you again."

My heart is beating… faster and faster. Oh my God. I can't bear it… I can't breathe.

"Star…" he whispers. I almost gasp at the sound of the name.

"I wish we could see the stars… there's too much light pollution in the city." I mutter, sitting on a hill with my knees to my chest.

"Yeah I guess." Richard replies, nothing ever seems to surprise the 13 year old boy.

"They are so fascinating! They're bright and even though they're a million miles away, you can still see them. They're still out there during the day, it's just the sun is too bright and we can't see them anymore."

He laughs at me. "I really loved stars when I was younger. My dad gave me a telescope to see them and we would stay up all night just naming them all even with mum." He pauses.

"But when they passed away… I realized the only thing I had left were the stars in the sky. But what use are they when they're so far away."

"Hm…" I thought to myself. "The stars are always going to be there… no matter how far they are. Like your parent, you might not be able to reach them… but they're still there."

He smiles as he looks at me and nudges me with his shoulder. I smile back.

"What time are you guys moving tomorrow?" He asks.

"We'll be gone by noon." I say sadly. Mom is moving us again… just when I had a great friend.

"You'll call me, no matter where you are? You gotta tell me when people bully you."

I nod.

"You're like a star."

"What?"

"I won't always see you, but I know that you're always there." He says.

I'm speechless. "Will you be my star?"his eyes completely staring into mine.

I nod stupidly as I turn to look straight ahead trying to hide my flushed cheeks.

"Good." He says. "My star."

"Say it again…" I whisper, as I close my eyes… waiting for that special name.

"Star." He whispers in my ear as he kisses my temple.

"What's happening to me?" I say exasperated. I moan as he kisses my neck.

"Sssshhhh…" He lets me go, standing up and picking me up from the floor. He leads me out of the living room into my bedroom. Lightly puts me on the bed with him still on top of me.

"I don't know if I can do this…Richard. Let you back into my life after what we've been through…"

"I won't let you go this time… you need to believe that. I want you in my life whether we're loving each other or fighting… I want to do that with you. Please… let me love you." He says it with the outmost sincerity.

Is this the same man, I dated so long ago?

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