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Oxford Medical Interview

"Now, in your views Isabella, what are your strengths as a student?"

"My strengths? Pardon me, Mr. Williams, but I feel as if this is a trick question."

The edges of his eyes wrinkled in confusion. "Oh? How so?"

I raised my finger to my chin, attempting to ponder the thought further. "Well, if I answer with a long list, it will seem as if I am much too cocky or conceited. If I answer with too little a list, it will seem as if I am unsure or am without belief in myself. There is no way to win."

He let out a loud, boisterous laugh, his eyebrows crinkled with his amusement. "Your mind never ceases to amaze me Isabella, I don't believe I've ever witnessed or come across such an inquisitive nature before. But rest I assure you, this round of questioning is designed in no way to trick you. All I ask is that you answer honestly. I will not judge you on the length of your list."

Still a bit skeptical, I felt the need to gain more assurance. "Do you swear by it, Mr. Williams?"

I could see the large smile overtake his features once more, another round of laughter threatening to erupt. In response, I gave him my stern look, challenging him to be serious. He immediately forced the corners of his mouth back down, probably using a great amount of effort to achieve his half-convincing straight face.

"Alright, I swear. Now, do you trust my promise enough to answer the question?"

I sighed, still immensely uncomfortable with the situation. "Well, how about I suggest a compromise?"

"Dear oh dear. You, Ms. Swan, can trust no one." I let out a small laugh in agreement to show I was not offended by the comment. It was completely true, after all.

"But go ahead." He nodded his head in consent.

"I will answer the question with one positive attribute. The most important."

His milky brown eyes focused back on me, a curious expression clouding his features, causing his right eyebrow to rise slightly higher than the left, forming a small arch. "Okay Isabella. I acquiesce to your conditions."

I nodded, already knowing he would.

"I have fire." I stated rather abruptly.

He waited a few more seconds, waiting for some form of elaboration. When he realized I intended to answer no further, he delved in. "Fire? What do you mean you have fire?"

I held back my laughter, knowing I was keeping him on edge. I found it funny, all of the similarities we shared. Mr. William was just as relentless as I was in his unending thirst for knowledge. We both were so adamant in solving the mystery. "I'm not talking about 'burning the forest down' fire. I'm talking about fire. The strength of my will."

"Ah, you mean passion."

I shook my head in disagreement. "No, it is not merely passion. It's much more intense than simple fervor. What I hold is rare, a dedication so fierce that literally no one, and I mean nothing would ever be able to prevent me from reaching my place. This fire I bear with me is my power; it's the impulse that carries me through." I carried my words with conclusiveness, a simplicity that left no room for doubt's way. I was not a conceited person, nor did I wish to appear as one, but I knew in my heart that this was the truth. A pure, simple truth.

"Yes, I must agree with you there. You carry an extraordinary amount of determination. Most unlike the other students I've taught. But I always knew you were different than them. You have a special drive about you. In fact, I've only come across one other student that shares your so-called fire."

I smiled uncomfortably, another failed attempt at receiving compliments, but curious as to whom this other student was.

"Who?"

He smiled softly, recalling his past pupil. It seems I might have some competition. "The name was Edward…extremely talented, particularly devoted to his studies. He graduated about 7 years ago, entered into Oxford when he was 17 and finished early, graduated when he was 20. He was an aspiring med student like you." Wow, I was impressed with this information. Graduated in three years and became a med student. It was almost unheard of. Maybe he felt the same as I did, or experienced something similar to what I had.

Deciding to through caution to the wind, I decided to turn the interview around further and ask him a question that had been on my mind for some time during my years with him. "Mr. Williams, have you ever felt obsessed with a task? So obsessed, that you would literally give up everything to complete it?"

His eyes widened at my question, and I feared that I had gone too far.

"Obsessed?" he asked.

"Like it was your mission to complete this task. Without its completion, or at least without entering the beginning stages of completion, it would feel as if your life was wasted."

"Hmm…" he took a few seconds to consider the question before his eyes began to light with understanding.

"As a matter of fact, yes. It was after my close cousin, David, was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer."

"Your cousin?"

He nodded. "Yes. He died a few short months later, as they had caught the signs much too late. He was my best friend at the time, died when I was 18, and I always felt like it was my job to make sure that something like that would never happen again. I wished to find the cure, but as you can see, it hasn't happened quite yet." His lips pursed in puzzlement.

"You know, it's funny, but I recall Edward asking me that very same question." He focused his look back on me, expecting an answer, maybe a reason for my questioning in return.

I immediately felt stupid for leading the conversation down this path. We were about to cross the line, my line. What the fuck was I thinking?

My breath caught in my throat as I struggled for a response.

"I-I'm sorry to hear of your loss Mr. Williams, and what a truly strange coincidence. Do you have any more questions for me?"

He studied me a few minutes more, his analytical gaze concentrating on my face, letting me figuratively sweat in my seat a little. He knew I was holding something back.

After what had nearly been a year, he turned away and focused back on the paper held out in front of him, searching for the next mandatory question on the list. I could tell he was frustrated with the turn of events. I was learning more about him than he was about me, quite the opposite of what this interview was intended to do. "Yes. Now, where were we? Ah yes…"

Present day

"Exactly what area are you going to be living in? Have you paid for your flights yet? And which day are you going to be flying back?"

I let out an exasperated sigh, already annoyed with this line of questioning.

"Renee, I'm 21 fucking years old. I'm not a damn child."

"Isabella Marie Swan." I cringed at her use of my full name. "Don't talk to your mother like that. I-I'm just worried about you. I don't think I like you traveling so far away. And my name is mom, by the way. I would appreciate it if you called me that more often."

"Okay, mom, I'm already living in England, and I have been for 4 whole years. I live approximately 5,000 miles away."

"You don't think I know that?"

"Exactly. You're already used to me living really far away. What makes Italy so different?"

"Because-Because Italy is dangerous!" She was making me so frustrated; I was surprised I hadn't resorted to yelling and screaming like a petulant child.

"How is it more dangerous than any other area? Than England, than Forks? People visit Rome all of the time for vacations and sightseeing and things, and I don't see any of them harmed in some unforgivable way."

She seemed to take a moment to collect her thoughts, thinking of all the terrible things she could tell me about Italy. "Well, prostitution for one. Do you know how many innocent women are taken in foreign countries each year and sold into sex slavery? Or-or what about the fact that no one speaks English? At least in England, if you got lost, you would be able to ask someone for directions and they would actually understand stand you. Plus, those men in Italy can't be trusted. Do you know how many of them have contracted AIDS? No one wants to have that. And-"

"Alright mom, just stop! Stop this."

"Well you know this is true!"

Sometimes, my mother was so clueless and naïve. "Yes, I know that. Of course. But please, tell me an area that doesn't have these problems. These don't just occur in foreign countries Ren-mom, they occur everywhere. All over the damn world. And yeah, about the AIDS thing, don't you think I'm kind of trying to solve that? What do you think I've been working towards these past several years?"

I took a deep, calming breath. The static noises on the other end of the phone told me my mother was doing the same. It was her famous technique as a yoga instructor, her way of "relaxing the soul and purifying the mind." Those were her words though-not mine.

"Bella, look, I'm sorry. Okay? I know you're all grown up now, I know you don't need me always looking out for you. You've always been independent; in fact, I think you took care of me more often than I took care of you." Yes, this was very true. My mother had always been rather scatter-brained, and when my father died, I had to step up. My father was always the responsible one, the protector of our family. Without my father, Charlie, Renee had no idea how to keep things together. My brother, Emmet, took the place of our family protector, as I had taken the place of the responsible being. And ever since my father had passed away, Renee had become extra obsessed for our well being, always so worried and anxious. She was afraid she was going to lose us, too.

"I'm just worried. I-I just don't feel right about this, sending you to Italy. Call it mother's intuition, but I feel like this is a very bad idea. Wrong. And maybe this is just me being…well me, stressing about everything. But I can't help but feel the way I feel, and right now I feel very fretful over allowing you to take this internship. Don't get me wrong, I'm very proud of you honey. I'm proud of all the things you've accomplished, and I know that if your father were still here he would feel even more so, but I think it's wrong for you to go over there. Damaging, even. Can't you just continue studying in England and maybe find another internship through the admissions office at Oxford? I'm sure they could help you find something else."

I knew there was no way to appease my mother. I understood she felt adverse towards my traveling further away from her than I already was, but to let go of my internship over some bad feelings? The one I've been working towards ever since I've entered high school? I've been waiting for an opportunity like this my whole life and there was no way in hell I was going to "find something else". As far as I was concerned, there was nothing else.

"I'm sorry mom, I don't want you to be losing sleep over this whole situation-over me. But I'm not giving this up. Don't you understand how important Corpus Christi is? Their research facility is the most appraised facility across the globe, the most successful, and if I take this internship and work for Aro, I could very likely obtain a position with him and his staff of doctors and researchers. Permanently. And the discoveries I could make, the cures I might be able to form…you just don't allow that type of chance to pass you by. All my short years I've been working completely alone in my studies to conquer the knowledge of diseases, but with that type of facility-the funds and support I would have, it would make my whole career. My life. And I refuse to give that up."

A large sigh caused the static one again over her end of the phone. "I know, you're right Isabella. You're completely right. A mother's worry sometimes gets the best of me, you know. I never did deal well with stress."

I knew that was as close to an apology as I was going to receive, and I had honestly expected less. "Okay mom, that's okay. But I do have to go now. I'm leaving in a few minutes for my plane." Shit. I hadn't meant for that to slip out. I cringed, waiting for her explosion.

Bomb's off in 3…2…1-

"What?!? You're leaving today?!?"

"Yes, yes I am." My voice was extremely soft and apologetic, hoping she would choose this one instance to let it go and stop overreacting. My wishes were fruitless.

"I can't believe you kept this from me. I'm your damn mother, Isabella! Why? Why are you leaving already? I thought they didn't need you until next week." Her voice had taken on a near-panicked edge, and I felt another stab of remorse for making her feel even more anxiety. I had just barely gotten her to accept that I was leaving to Italy, for Christ's sake.

"That's when the actual classes start. Aro has asked all of his students to arrive early so as to get settled, more or less. He wants to let us know our specific schedules and exactly what type of work we'll be dealing with throughout the summer, in case any of us choose to back out, I guess."

"Oh, ok I guess that makes sense, but dammit Bella! I need you to stop keeping things from me. We've already established that I'm a bit of a worry wart, but that doesn't mean I can't handle whatever it is that's going on in my daughter's life. I don't want you to feel like you have to keep things from me. You were going to be in Italy a whole week before, and you didn't think you could tell me?"

No, because you always fucking overreact.

"I'm sorry, I love you mom, but I need to go!" I hung up my phone, agitated, and feeling slightly guilty at hanging up on her so suddenly. But how else was I going to catch my flight in time? I had to do it.

I quickly grabbed my luggage, scurrying across the carpet hallways, heading towards the waiting room to check if my plane had boarded yet. The time said 8:05. 5 more minutes.

My phone buzzed.

Hey Belle. Just checking in. Text me when you get there. And make sure you use the condoms I slipped into your bag.

"Damn you, Leah." I quickly typed my response.

I'm getting on right now. And what the hell? I'm not some sand packing whore hopper. That's your job.

I heard the voice over, announcing that my flight was beginning to board. I grabbed all of my bags, turning to walk down to the lady checking tickets. I checked my phone one last time before turning it off.

You can thank me later.

I shook my head at her madness. Wild to the extreme, that girl.

"Shit!"

I heard a yelp on my side as I suddenly collided into someone, distracted in my musings and not paying attention to where I was headed towards in my haste, effectively thrusting both her and myself onto the ground. I fell right on top of her, quickly scrambling to pull away, concerned that I had crushed whoever was beneath me. I needed to see if the person was ok.

"Dammit, I am so, so sorry!"

I held my hand out to offer the woman some sort of assistance. She accepted and allowed me to pull her back on her feet. "Are you ok…" I paused, without the familiarity of her name.

"Victoria, and I'm completely okay." she repled, quick to assuage any worries. "It happens, you know? What about you, you fell pretty hard there…"

"Bella, and I'm perfectly fine."

She was rather pretty, in a subtle way, her soft amber hair contrasting with the flecks of gold in her eyes. Or was it more of a hazel? She had gentle features and delicate skin, pale in her complexion and blotches of freckles that formed patterns over her nose. She looked delicate in her appearance, which she most certainly was not. A delicate person would not have been able to survive such a harsh hit.

I gathered my luggage scattered a few feet away from where I was currently standing, and then held out my hand, not to help as I had before, but as the customary form of introduction in America-a good, sturdy handshake. She held a firm grip, warm in her greeting.

"It's nice to run into you Bella."

I smiled in response. "Same to you."

"You headed to Rome?"

"Yes I am, are we on the same flight?"

"It would appear that way. It's nice to know at least one person on this flight. I'm a bit apprehensive with planes and all, so it's a comfort to have someone." I nodded in agreement. We both began to walk towards the lady, where she examined our tickets and then allowed us to pass.

"I know exactly what you mean, I feel the same way." I commented as we began our ascent up the flight stairs.

"Flying has always made me somewhat anxious, you know? I think it may have something to do with the fact that there's just so much that could go wrong."

She laughed loudly at that. "Yes, exactly. My ex-girlfriend use to hate flying with me because I was always so damn nervous. It made her uncomfortable." I looked up at the term girlfriend, trying my best not to seem surprised at her sexual orientation.

"What about you?"

"Me?" I asked.

"Yes, any boyfriends…girlfriends maybe?" I looked away, searching for my seat number in the hall way, praying I had a window seat.

31A, 31A, where are you?

"No, no boyfriends. Too distracting." Her nose wrinkled faintly at my answer.

"Ah, so you're straight. Damn." I giggled a little uncomfortably, unsure of what to say.

"Well, this seat is me." She said pointing down to the number.

"I guess I'll see you in Rome, Bella. It was nice meeting you."

"Later Victoria, it was very nice meeting you too." I waved, heading further down the skinny aisle, trying my best not to hit anyone with my bag.

I settled in my seat a few moments later, quickly popping a piece of gum in my mouth, a little nervous for takeoff. I lied to Victoria. I wasn't just anxious about flying, I absolutely loathed it. But this was worth it-I kept telling myself.

"Bella? Is that you?" A vaguely familiar voice sounded next to my right ear. I turned my head, meeting the deep blue eyes of a tall, attractive male.

"Tyler? What are you doing here?"

"Well this is bloody marvelous."

Tyler was one of my classmates, and he was in three of my intro classes my sophomore year at Oxford. He was two years ahead of me, already a senior at that time, and a current graduate student. He was a jock type, a soccer player, football to be specific, and a hott one at that. With his incredibly handsome looks, hot British accent, and smooth talking personality, it was no wonder he achieved so much attention. And not only was he good-looking, with his dark hair and deep blue eyes, but he was smart. Really fucking smart. We constantly competed with each other, a friendly competition of course, in grades, debates, and general level of intelligence, always trying to outsmart or outdo the other. He was a med student and a relentless flirt, glaringly so around all things female. I had heard many rumors about him and his womanizing ways, and confirmed some of them when I walked in on him and Leah, fucking an interesting part of her anatomy into oblivion. Tyler, while he was an excellent student and center forward, he was also Oxford's resident professional titty fucker. That's right, ladies and gentlemen; Tyler loved to fuck a good pair of tits. Possibly more than he loved pussy. I found this a bit strange, especially since I imagined a vagina would feel a little better than dry tits, but who was I to judge?

Another thing about Tyler is that he loved to talk dirty, which brought out his accent. He was extremely good at it too, causing me to blush like a damn little girl. He loved the fact that he could get to me and my nerves without really even trying. He constantly endeavored to harbor my attention with his words, but I knew better than to fall for his shit.

"He wants you." Leah had stated rather bluntly a few months ago on the way from my anthropology class. "Think about it Bella, you're the one woman that won't pay any attention to him out of the whole damn school. Not to mention you're fucking hot, Belle. You don't even have to try, you're just naturally gorgeous, and you have the best pair of tits on campus. He's fucking salivating just to get a piece of you, like most of the guys on campus are, but you don't see it because you're really fucking blind and aggravating. He even banged me, for fuck's sake, as a way to try to make you jealous."

"What?" I asked, glancing down at my chest. I did have nice boobs, didn't I?

She shrugged. "He's an idiot, in that perspective. But I knew what he was up to the minute he knocked on our door. Not that I minded, Tyler is one fuckhot piece of male goodness, and god, his fucking accent!" she gushed. "And I knew you wouldn't care, so I went for it. I was in sort of a dry spell, so who could blame me? Plus, you'd have to be pretty fucking stupid to turn him down."

I scoffed. "So he wants me, all because he wants some type of challenge and a decent pair of boobies? Fucking ludicrous."

He talked dirty to me all the way until graduation, what a fucking wonder I ignored him. As much as I enjoyed kicking his ass in grades this year, his forwardness got a little annoying.

"I'm interning at Corpus Christi this year, taking their anatomy programs." He replied, bringing me back to the present. He proceeded to take the seat next to me.

Well, shit.

Not only was I spending the flight with him, but I was going to be with him the whole fucking summer, too.

"Really? What a coincidence. Me too."

He smiled, bringing out his boyish charm. "I'm absolutely gobsmacked. You've just made my summer."

I rolled my eyes.

"A little cheeky this morning, aren't we?" he asked.

I smiled a little, that blessed accent got me every damn time. "Yes, I'm so very privileged to be graced with your presence."

"Right you are. Well I'm feeling right knackered at the moment, I got a bit sloshed last night. You won't mind if I use you as a pillow?"

I laughed. Of course he would get wasted the night before he goes to Corpus Christi. Only Tyler.

"Your laugh is pristine. What a beautiful melody."

I slapped the side of his head lightly, used to his antics. "Shut up and go to sleep."

He leaned his head down, as if to rest on my shoulder. He really did look tired, poor guy. But then his head began to slip a little down South, and any pity I felt was quickly erased. I pushed his head away.

"Tyler, when I consented to you using me as a pillow, I didn't mean for you to use those. Perv."

He looked back up at me with a small pout. "But I love these knockers, they're so soft. Afraid you'll give me a stiffy, eh?"

Cue the damn blush. "No. Yes. I don't know. Just go to fucking sleep, Tyler."

"Alright, alright sheesh. No need to get peeved on me. All I wanted was something soft to take a small kip on, but fine, have it your way."

I shook my head in half amusement, half annoyance.

Moments after, the intercom broke the small chatter within the cluttered plane, stating standard protocol and procedure.

Please fasten your seatbelts. Attendants will be around to check that you have done so. Please check once again that any luggage is stowed away, either above in storage or under your seat. Please turn off all cell phones if you have not already done so. Take off will be in 10 minutes.

Three and a half hours later, we arrived at our destination.

"Welcome to Rome." I said softly to myself, shaking Tyler's head in an attempt to wake him from his sleeping state. I guess he was surprised or not quite ready for me to interrupt his sleep, as he jumped up from his seat and hit his head on the luggage cabinet above him. It was a good hit.

"Blast!"

I tried my best to keep my laughter away, but in the end, it was just too good not to laugh at. Here was Tyler, this suave, handsome British ladies man, a skilled player, and he's actually stumbling. It was, in fact, kind of cute.

"Yeah, yeah, you can bloody laugh all you want."

And I did, unable to stop my chronic giggles. I noticed the smile take up his face as he grabbed both of our luggages and headed down the aisle, towards the stairs that lead out of the plane.

"Thank you for flying American Eagle Airlines. Have a nice trip, now." The flight attendant, a nice older-looking lady bade us goodbye, and we were out to find a taxi. Off to Corpus Christi. I turned my phone back on, remembering to text Leah and my brother. Tyler watched and waited until I was done before we set outside to grab some transportation.

"Did you hear?" he asked as soon as I was finished.

"Hear what?" I asked, curious.

"About Aro's intentions this year. You know, his employment plans?"

Everyone knew that Aro usually hired all of those he accepted. What was he talking about?

"What about it?" I prodded. I waited a few minutes for him to answer as we walked out the door. He halted a taxi a few short seconds after, and once we were both inside, he began talking again.

"Well, apparently Aro seeks to hire only three out of the fifteen he's accepted."

"What?" Shit, if that was true, it meant I had to really step things up.

"I know, I'm not exactly chuffed about it either."

"But why? Why is he choosing so few?"

He looked pensive for a minute, as if he were trying to piece something together in his head.

"I'm not exactly sure, but I think it may have something to do with last year's students."

"Last year's students?" I repeated, waiting to hear more.

"Yes. Apparently, they were having some trouble with the younger students last year. Three of them went missing. It was like one day they were working for Aro, and the next, they just completely disappeared off of the map. And another pupil, Irina from our university, ended up in the looney bin."

What?

"What happened? Why?"

"I don't know, they kept everything very hush, hush. I'm lucky I even know as much as I do."

They kept quiet the fact that three prospective doctors went missing?

What the fuck was that about?

And one ended up in a mental hospital-Irina, one of the Denali sisters. Shit, I even knew the girl; I had Biology 101 with her during my freshman year while she was a junior, the same age and year as Tyler. I had to do a project with her, and she was one of the sweetest people I had ever had the chance to talk to at Oxford. Not to mention she was incredibly genius. She never came across as mad or full of issues, she seemed happy with herself, zealous. How the fuck would a woman like that end up in such a horrid place?

"He's only really accepted older students this year, too. Those that have been through at least 7-8 years of school, already passed or at least in med school. As far as I know, we're the only students that haven't gone through at least 3 years of medical schooling yet. And you, Bella, are the youngest, having no experience in that area."

"Then why? Why did they even accept me?"

"He wants to shag you? Hell, I wouldn't blame the poor bastard."

I slapped him on the top of his head, right on the area he damaged when he injured himself in the plane.

"Bollocks, Bella! That hurt." he complained, rubbing the spot. I waited for him to continue.

He let out a deep sigh of irritation, still mad at my hit. He deserved it. "I don't know. Aro sees something in you though, that's for sure. I heard Mr. Williams say he wrote you personally? That's bloody huge, Bella. No one that I know of has ever gotten a personal write up from his majesty." I thought on his words, puzzled. Why did Aro want me specifically? What was his reasoning, what did he see in me that was better than another? Especially since I haven't even started medical school-not that I doubted my abilities, but it was perplexing to say the least. To think he would choose me over another student that had been through 4 more years of schooling. I wondered what that meant.

"And how exactly do you know all of this?"

He looked at me as if I were wearing two heads. "My uncle Marcus."

That's right. Professor Marcus was basically Aro's right hand man; I had forgotten Tyler had such a relation. Of course he would end up going to Corpus Christi. I mean, the guy was very intelligent, of course, but I suspected a little favoritism on Marcus' part with the acceptances.

"And-get this. My uncle says that there's this apparent prodigy teacher this year. He's only 26 fucking years old, right? And he's already becoming a professor in their epidemiology department. In fact, he's starting this summer, and it usually takes at least 7 more bloody years. How the blooming hell did he finish schooling so fast? On top of that, they've never even had him in their program before. He just appeared out of thin air, and asked for a job."

That was rather strange. Corpus Christi had always been very close knit, a society of sorts; some even go so far to say they act as a family. They never usually allow people to work for them unless they had already interned for Corpus Christi as a student. I guess it was their need to "mold our intelligence" and it's where you proved your dedication and trustworthiness. To hire someone on the spot like that? It was just plain unheard of.

"Wow."

"I know. Odd, huh? Apparently he goes by Professor Cullen. What kind of name is that? A bloody boring name, let me tell you."

Cullen…Cullen-the name sounded so familiar. Carlisle Cullen? No, there was no way it could be Carlisle, he was at least twice the age of 26. But maybe this was his son? If so, that made Aro's reasoning clear. Carlisle was an amazing doctor, assisting alongside Aro with many different discoveries, including their findings on HIV and CHONGO, a disease originating in Spain. If his son was even half as good as he was, he would be a very valuable asset.

"Hey." Tyler nudged me out of my thoughts, raising his finger, pointing to something outside of my window. I proceeded to follow his direction, turning my head to see an elderly, white haired man with aged eyes and a kind smile, opening my door. My mouth fell open slightly at the person, and it took me a couple seconds to realize the significance of the situation, the importance of the person beside me. This was the man I had idolized for many years, and he was now personally greeting me as if I was some special person. Professor-fucking-Aro came out of his studies to greet me?

The really strange thing was, as I looked into his light eyes, all I was able to think about were the three missing students and Irina. Was this man really truly as kind as he appeared?

"Welcome to Corpus Christi, Isabella."

A/N: For one, I'm really sorry if this stroy is going a bit slowly, but I do have to find a way of introducing things. It will get more exctiting later on, I promise!

Obviosly Aro and Carlisle did not really discover HIV or anything like that in real life. It's just for my story.

Corpus Christi is Latin for Body of Christ, to answer a question in the reviews. I figured it was appropriate, as this is a place to study bodies. A little ironic, right? Anyways, I hope you all liked the chapter.

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