So here it is…the Leaders of Tomorrow Ball! Thank you for everyone who congratulated me on winning Kerry's Marie Claire contest! I'm still in shock, especially after she Twitter stalked me :P As if winning wasn't overwhelming enough, the amount of love I got from the Scandal Family was unreal. So thank you x1000 and I hope you enjoy this update!
Oh also a lot of people were asking how old Isabella is! It is late July so she is nearly eight months old! How could I ever miss her first birthday? :P I have done a lot of baby research as I have written a few baby fics, so I can assure you the little details are pretty accurate. I didn't start walking until I was nearly two years old if you can believe that! I've known babies starting walking at six or seven months! Babies are highly unpredictable :)
This chapter is inspired by Kerry's gold and white Emmy's dress and Hotel Sayre from the Great Gatsby. If you put it on while reading the ball, it might overwhelm you with emotions, but I do recommend it ;)
Olivia rocked back and forth gently as she watched the sun rise over the mountains behind her home. In her arms slept Isabella, her breathing slightly labored from the latest dose of medication. Olivia had woken up to tend to her twenty minutes ago, but technically hadn't since she had barely gotten any sleep. Even Fitz's gentle heartbeat couldn't lull her into a deep sleep. She was far too on edge for any sort of relaxation. She could practically feel the anxiety-spiked blood coursing through her veins. If she was going to be honest, she may have stirred Isabella a little just to have her in her arms to relax her.
She can't remember being this nervous for anything before. Her mind flashed back to various piano concerts and Model UN debates her father had attended, but she had found some sort of grace under pressure in all of those situations. She always had confidence, even if it was on a cracked foundation. Circumstances had forced her to be her own mother, father, and everything in between.
There were no cracks in the foundation of her non-profit, nor in the organization itself or in the opening ceremony. She was sure of it. She had the best people triple checking everything. It was the entry back into the real world that put the real pressure on her shoulders. She and Fitz had been living some sort of fairytale in Vermont. While there were always magazines talking and the occasional look or two, it was all doable. It wasn't as if they had never attended an event together before; they had. But this, this was their event. No more hiding in the shadows. They were Fitzgerald and Olivia Grant, ready to take the world by storm with joined hands.
She knew in the eyes of some, she was forever going to be the President's mistress, and everything else that came along with that. The fixer within her knew she would never be able to change that. What she hoped, what she prayed, was that she could not make people forget, but reconsider. And above all, not let her or Fitz's past smother the warm bundle in her arms.
She looked down at her sleeping daughter and ran her freshly-manicured finger down her rosy cheek. She never thought she could love someone as much as she loved Fitz. Yet every time she looked at Isabella, her heart ached. Sometimes with joy, sometimes with pain. Above everything she wanted was her daughter, soft hazel eyes and beautifully untamed curls, a perfect combination of Fitz and her. A white blank page, nothing scribbled onto it yet. She was the center of everything, her gravity undeniable. She was a leader of tomorrow. As she focused on her tiny face, she could see her playing the piano fearlessly and debating ferociously, her parents' confidence exuding from her. In a blur of memories yet to come, she saw her, young and beautiful, free to be her own person. A small smile graced her face and Olivia traced it gently, one forming on her own.
As the sun rose, she decided that everything was going to be okay. No matter how the event went, she'd always have the two most important people in her life.
Fitz awoke to tiny hands pulling at his tangled curls. For having such thick fingers, she managed to successfully rip out a ball of hair, determined to get what she wanted. Isabella Grant was not happy that both of her parents were asleep and not tending to her. With a resounding wail, she slapped her father's face with a fisted hand. Eyes still closed, Fitz grabbed her and began to tickle her mercilessly, her cries turning into giggles as she collapsed into her mother in defeat. Olivia's eyes slowly opened to the scene, a smile forming on her face. She looked over and checked the clock. 11 AM. She was glad that she managed to get some sleep in. Fitz grabbed Isabella and held her over him, locking eyes with his defiant daughter.
"My little love bug wasn't playing hooky yesterday, was she?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. Isabella giggled as he tossed her lightly into the air.
"She looks fine to me. How about you Mommy? What do you think?" He asked Olivia. She sat up and laughed, taking the baby from his extended arms.
"As of this morning, she was still a little warm." She murmured, pressing her to her chest and putting a hand to her forehead. Isabella sucked her finger gently as Olivia kissed the top of her head.
"I am deducting that the fever broke from the amount of sweat she's covered in." She said with a small laugh, rocking back and forth slightly. Fitz tugged Olivia's arm and she fell into him. He wrapped an arm around his family and kissed his wife slowly. She hummed in content and broke the kiss, looking into his eyes.
"Today is going to be a good day." Fitz promised, running a hand up the small of her back. She smiled.
"Starting with bathing this sticky child." She added, looking down at Isabella, who was tugging eagerly at her mother's curls. Fitz took her from Olivia's arms and hopped out of bed.
"I'm on baby duty while you get ready." Olivia sighed and repositioned herself to get her way.
"But Fitz, I haven't had her all morning." She complained in a singsong voice.
"I know you were up at 4 AM watching the sunrise with her. I always wake up to the baby monitor, yet interestingly it never went off." He combatted, a smug look on his face. Olivia sighed in defeat and fell back into the pillows.
"You're forgetting I know you better than I know myself Livvie. Isabella can't be your crutch." He called from the bathroom, starting the water. Olivia groaned into her pillow, raising her voice when she heard her phone go off.
"And so it begins." She mumbled.
"Miss Olivia, please eat something. Por favor." Dorin begged, holding out a freshly-made margarita flatbread. Olivia continued to twirl around the living room with an energetic Isabella in her arms, pushing away her tiny arms when she tried to pull at her curlers.
"Tu sabes que no me gusta comer, especialmente cuando tengo un dia loco." Olivia responded, batting her eyelashes childishly at her. You know that I don't like to eat, especially when I have a crazy day.
"English, por favor." Fitz said, walking into the room in his tux. Olivia stopped and looked him up and down, unconsciously licking her lips.
"Like what you see?" He asked with a smirk, sauntering over to her. She hummed in satisfaction as he kissed her chastely.
"Pause the PDA and tell me how I look." Karen requested, tiptoeing eagerly into the room. She had opted for a blue Nicole Miller gown that showed a little bit of skin above her waistline. It was plain and simple, yet the beautiful diamond bib necklace that accompanied it made it look absolutely beautiful. Her French manicured toes peaked out from under it as she pulled the fabric up to not trip on it. Her hair was still up in a messy bun, but her makeup had been done by her mother's old artist. While Mellie was certainly out of the picture, Dionne loved to tend to Olivia. She says she wishes she had been doing Olivia's makeup all along instead of 'The Wicked Witch from the East's". Fitz could not believe how grown up his little girl was. He felt himself pulling Isabella closer to him.
"You look absolutely gorgeous Karen. Such a good pick." Olivia replied, running her hand through Isabella's damp curls. Fitz stepped forward and held his hand out for her.
"Can I have this dance, young lady?" He said in a low-baritone voice, raising an eyebrow. Karen laughed and took his outstretched hand into hers. Little by little, they had been hearing her laugh more and more, not just Karen but Fitz too. Although Olivia knew that Fitz was beyond happy with his life, she knew his mind went to his other three children often. Now that he had a stronger relationship with Karen, he seemed to breathe a bit easier than he had before. Olivia smiled as she watched them dance goofily around the living room, Karen situated on top of her father's black shoes. She would blink and it would be he and Isabella waltzing around. She kissed Isabella's chubby cheek and handed her to Dorin.
"You two have fun without ripping that gown." Olivia said before padding down the hallway in search of Abby and Quinn. She found them in her master bathroom getting gussied up by Dionne and her hair counterpart Nicole.
"I'm going to have these two live with me. That way when I have the baby I won't have to worry about how I look. I can just sit back and be dealt with." Abby theorized. Quinn smirked and Olivia smiled.
"Hate to break it to you, but that's not how it works. You just cover up the mirrors and imagine that you look runway ready." Olivia said with a sigh, taking a seat in the vacant chair.
"Easy for you to say. You're Olivia Pope. You couldn't look bad if you tried." Abby shot, digging into her box of Cheez-Its.
"Grant." Olivia corrected with a small smile, allowing Nicole access to her curlers. She began unfastening them to begin her updo.
"Case and point. You reeled the most powerful man in the world in with one bat of your doe eyes." Abby said with a sigh, handing her pregnancy craving over for Quinn to deal with.
"Hey you didn't do so badly yourself." Olivia murmured. Abby turned to face her with an annoyed expression.
"Look at your husband and then look at mine. Spare me Serena." She said, quoting from their favorite guilty pleasure, Gossip Girl.
"Hey, I might not be Baywatch material, but I've got brains." David defended, coming in to hand her a McFlurry. Abby held her hand up.
"Apparently you don't. You know I like Frostees." She whined, shooing him away. David rolled his eyes.
"You really expected me to find a Wendy's in Vermont? This is the same thing!"
"No it's not! It's completely different. And you don't have to deal with swollen feet and backaches for nine months. You can cope with a thirty minute drive." Abby argued, shooting daggers with her eyes.
"Fact or fiction: Fitz once took a helicopter to DC to get you Gettysburger when you were pregnant." Quinn asked. Olivia blushed and looked at the phone lighting up in her lap.
"Fact. It was only twice. Although he bought in bulk." Abby threw her hands in the air and scoffed.
"See! That's Presidential perks. I don't get that or a dedicated husband." David took a sip of the McFlurry and shrugged.
"He's not so bad." Olivia cooed, looking back at David.
"Let me see if I can get Grant to help me out. Even after all of this time, I'm still his puppy." David complained, leaving the girls to their pampering session. Abby smiled in content and turned to Quinn.
"So I was reviewing the guest list, and I saw that you have a +1." Olivia leaned over to look at Quinn in shock.
"Spill Perkins." She demanded. Quinn shrugged.
"Must be a mistake." She said unconvincingly. Abby rolled her eyes.
"You're really trying to pope Olivia Pope herself?" Olivia cleared her throat. Abby rolled her eyes. "Grant." Quinn blushed as Nicole added the finishing touches to her curls.
"You don't have a good poker face Quinn." Dionne noted, starting Olivia's makeup. Quinn sighed.
"Fine. It's Huck. But just as friends." Olivia smirked, her eyes closed as Dionne finished up her foundation.
"Tell us that old tale again." Abby quipped, resting her hands on her belly.
"You know, you didn't have to do that. You're both on the guest list." Olivia murmured, her eyes still closed. Quinn pressed her lips together and readjusted herself in her chair.
"Yeah I don't know why I did it. I wasn't thinking." She covered.
"Because you looooove him." Quinn hit Abby's arm and shot her a look.
"Don't hit the pregnant lady bearing the truth." Olivia opened her eyes while Dionne looked through her eyeshadow palettes.
"I'm happy for you guys. Truly." She said, offering Quinn a small smile.
"But tonight is the night of Olitz." Quinn joked, laughing. Olivia laughed and looked at herself in the mirror. She felt anxiety slowly creeping into the pit of her stomach. Dionne brushed a stray curl out of Olivia's face.
"Liv, don't be nervous. Everyone at the ball is far past the point of seeing Mellie as Mrs. Grant. Everyone admires you. Otherwise they wouldn't be coming." Olivia smiled weakly. She felt Abby's hand on top of hers.
"And with Presidential hottie by your side, no one is going to be able to even breathe the same air as you without passing his test."
"And my test is anything but easy." Fitz added, coming into the bathroom with Isabella. Olivia reached her arms out to receive the tired baby. She snuggled herself into her mother's chest and closed her eyes. Fitz leaned down and kissed Olivia's forehead.
"I'm off to help Rosen with his special mission. When we come back the car should be here." He whispered into her ear. She smiled.
"Okay." She murmured, pushing a stray curl away from his face. He kissed her sweetly on the lips before heading back out the door.
"I'm going to spread you out on the bed…" Abby mocked in a low voice. Olivia shot her a look and put a hand over Isabella's ear.
"Not in front of the baby." She murmured, kissing the top of her fluffy head.
"I hope my kid is as good as she is. Otherwise I'll lose my mind." Abby noted, watching as Isabella rested calmly while Olivia's hair and makeup was being done.
"With yours and David's genes, good luck with that." Quinn said, standing up to retrieve her dress. Abby and Olivia laughed together as Nicole and Dionne added their finishing flares.
Abby noisily finished her Frostee contently as the limo pulled up to the entrance of the Sheraton Burlington. They had arrived a little bit early to make sure everything was set up properly. Everyone was dressed for the occasion except for Olivia. She had insisted that her dress be brought separately to avoid ruining it. Fitz had obliged with the request, knowing his wife took fashion very seriously. He can count the number of times he's seen her wear jeans on two hands. Motherhood had definitely pushed her more in that direction, but clothing was very important to Olivia and always would be. He felt her wedding ring dig into his palm as she squeezed his hand.
"Fitz it looks beautiful." She breathed, taking in the grounds through the window. Hal opened the limo and she climbed out, pulling her husband eagerly behind her.
"Ow ow DAVID!" Abby screeched as David tried to hoist her out of the limo while Quinn pushed from behind. David tried to hide his laughter as Abby stormed past him in a huff. Fitz snaked his arm around Olivia's waist and lead her through the front doors. Rosalie ran straight up to them, eyes bright with excitement.
"You're here!" She cheered, clapping her hands together. "Everyone's name cards are set, the orchestra is almost done rehearsing, and the inner-city youth choir from Philadelphia is extremely excited to meet you both. I hope it's okay that I told them you'd come talk to them." She babbled.
"Of course! We'll do our round and then go see them." Fitz said, rubbing Olivia's arm.
"Thank you so much Fitz. That will mean so much to them." Rosalie said sincerely.
"That's what this whole night is about." Olivia murmured, looking up at her husband with a smile. He moved his arm down to grab her hand.
"Feel free to walk around! I'm going to go get all done up. Thanks for loaning me Dionne and Nicole. Those two are beauty angels sent straight from heaven." Rosalie kissed Olivia on both of her cheeks and scurried towards the doors.
Fitz squeezed Olivia's hand as they began to walk around the hall. The black and white theme was unsurprisingly Olivia's idea, but even in the summer it seemed to fit perfectly. The white centerpieces contrasted beautifully with the black tablecloths. Dainty candles glowed in the middle of the centerpieces, giving off the sweet aroma of fresh flowers. The stage was beautifully arranged so that the orchestra could play lightly in a U-formation. In the middle was a podium that both Olivia and Fitz would deliver speeches from. The choir would perform towards the beginning and then be escorted to another hall for their own party, all paid for by Fitz and Olivia themselves. Their hotel rooms were graciously donated by the Sheraton. It didn't take much arm-pulling to secure that deal after all of the attention they were getting by hosting the event of the year.
Olivia and Fitz made their way out to the outside area. Candles lit up the pathways beautifully. Various small bonfires were scattered about. Two mini bars offered a special cocktail menu Fitz and Olivia had put together themselves. In the corner, they saw the Philadelphia youth choir. Fitz swore the kids' mouths dropped to the ground at the sight of them.
"Hi guys! What's up?" Fitz asked, walking over to them. A little girl who looked much like their own ran up to Olivia and hugged her legs.
"Can you sign my magazine Mrs. Pope?" She begged, jumping up and down. She held out a Newsweek where she had been on the cover. Olivia bent down to her eye level and smiled, taking her pen and magazine.
"I'd love to. What's your name?"
"Abigail." She replied sweetly. Olivia gasped.
"No way! That's my best friend's name! She's here tonight too. I'll have to introduce her to you." Olivia swiftly signed her hyphenated autograph in response to the little girl being confused about her name.
"I'm so sorry Mrs. Grant. I leave them unattended for a moment and they're latching onto you." Their teacher apologized. Olivia shook her head.
"We wanted to find you guys before I got dressed anyway!" She said, smiling at Abigail. Fitz held his hands up in defeat.
"Doesn't the President get any love?" He complained jokingly. The kids giggled and ran over to hug him. The teachers began snapping pictures excitedly as Fitz interacted with the elementary students. It warmed Olivia's heart to watch him talk with them. He was too charming for his own good.
"Excuse me, Mrs. Grant?" A little voice asked, tugging at her sundress. Olivia was broken out of her trance as she looked down to find the source of the voice.
"Yes Abigail?" Olivia responded with a smile. Abigail folded her arms nervously.
"I want to be just like you when I grow up. My Nan tells me that it's not going to happen, but Momma says you're a good role model to have, even though you have some flaws. She says the best role models have imperfections. She bought me the magazine for my birthday."
"That's so sweet of you to say." Olivia murmured, enveloping her in a tight hug. She bent down to her eye level again.
"Don't let anyone tell you that your dreams can't come true. With hard work and patience, they can." Her eyes wandered back to Fitz for a second before returning to Abigail. "Promise?" Abigail nodded her head eagerly.
"Good." Olivia said, rising back up and patting her on the head.
"Liv! You're needed in the dressing area." Quinn called, waving her over.
"I have to go change into my ball gown. But I can't wait to see you guys perform tonight!" Olivia said with a smile. Abagail grinned from ear to ear. Liv went over to Fitz and bent down to kiss him on the cheek before shuffling quickly across the ballroom towards her friends.
Olivia pushed herself against the cool door and closed her eyes. She could hear voices ringing down the hall outside, increasing in loudness as time went on. She desperately wanted to shake the feeling taking over her body.
The closed red door, her fingers on the trigger, the cold floor, red door, the patched escape, the red.
This was not the time for a panic attack. This was supposed to be her night. In ten minutes, she and Fitz would walk into the ballroom and begin the first dance. She had to get it together.
Abigail's role model, red, paparazzi, red, red, red.
She slowly slipped down the door, careful not to bunch her Marchesa gown. Her eyes closed tighter, arms begging for her husband's skin as they pressed against the carpet. As if he sensed her from down the hall, within seconds he's on the floor with her, pushing stray hairs out of face.
"You're here with me Livvie. Breath. It's going to be okay." He kissed her temple hard as her eyes fluttered open. She caught her breath and ran her fingers through his curls.
"I haven't had one in a long time." She breathed into his shoulder.
"I know, but there's a lot of pressure on you tonight." He put her face in his hands and smiled.
"But there shouldn't be. I have the most beautiful wife in the world and her charity is going to be the next big thing."
"Say that again." She whispered after a few moments.
"What?"
"Call me your wife." She murmured, the corners of her lips turning up slightly. He leaned in and kissed her hard. As he pulled away, he whispered it onto her lips.
"My wife, Mrs. Olivia Carolyn Grant, is the most beautiful woman on the planet." She laughed as he kissed her neck. He offered her a hand and brought her to her feet. He walked over to the table in the corner of the room and poured her a glass of water. She accepted it and drank it on the couch. Fitz rubbed her back lovingly and snaked his arm around her waist protectively. They sat in silence, enjoying the feeling of being in each other's arms.
"Better?" He asked when she placed her empty cup on the table in front of them. She nodded and looked up at him.
"I love you." It used to be so hard for her to say, but the now the words just tumbled out of her mouth on a daily basis. He leaned down and kissed her deeply, tightening his arms around her.
"I'm so proud of you. Of us." He replied when they broke apart. She smiled and squeezed his hands, releasing their grasp. She stood up and offered her arm to him.
"Ready to knock 'em dead Mr. President?" She asked with a hint of sultry in her voice.
"Only if I get to have you on my arm." He responded, standing up and linking their arms together. He opened the door and they made their way down the hallway. Rosalie stood at the end, smiling widely at them.
"Liv you look incredible! The media might blind you when they see you in that dress." She exclaimed, squeezing her clipboard. Olivia blushed and nudged closer to Fitz.
"I'm going to get the orchestra started." Rosalie said, winking at Fitz. Olivia looked up at him. He smirked. Before she could say anything, she heard very familiar chords start to play. He walked her to the door as it was pulled open.
"Introducing Fitzgerald and Olivia Grant!" Cyrus boomed, smiling from center stage. The orchestra continued to play the opening melody as they made their way down the red carpet and past the media outlets positioned around it. They looked like the perfect couple. Paparazzi whispered that they put Brad and Angelina to shame. They had the connection that America could not find in Fitz and Mellie. At this point, they didn't even care when or how they had gotten together. Everyone was completely enamored with the couple.
When they finally made their way to the middle of the floor, Fitz wrapped his arms around his wife and smiled down at her. Suddenly, a voice began to sing.
Will you still love me
When I'm no longer young and beautiful?
Will you still love me
When I got nothing but my aching soul?
"Fitz." She breathed, their eyes still locked. Their bodies moved gently to the music, so fluidly the crowd thought they must have practiced.
I know you will, I know you will
I know that you will
Will you still love me when I'm no longer beautiful?
Lana Del Rey's haunting voice filled every nook and cranny of the big hall. No one spoke a word. Everyone's eyes were locked on the couple in the center of the room. Olivia felt her eyes brimming with tears as she looked up at her husband.
"Remember when we had to look away from each other when we danced so no one would get suspicious?" She asked, choking back tears. He nodded.
"This is all I ever wanted. To be able to dance the night away with you. To just be able to lean in and kiss your perfect lips." He murmured, watching a tear fall down her face.
"Will you still love me when I'm no longer young and beautiful?" She breathed, pressing her nose to his. He moved his mouth closer to hers.
"Always and forever, my doux bébé." He whispered against her lips. She smiled and kissed him hard, not caring who was watching or what pictures were being taken. They were free. He gave all of himself to her. She was his. There love wasn't stolen moments woven together. There were no locked doors, no secret meetings. They could just be. They almost completely lost themselves in each other when the music snapped them out of it. Blushing, Olivia rested her head on Fitz's shoulder and swayed to the music. He kissed the top of her head and looked down at her wedding ring to make sure this was all reality.
It was better than they had ever imagined.
"On behalf of both Fitz and myself, I would like to thank you all for coming to the kickoff gala for Leaders of Tomorrow. This organization started as merely an idea, but with the help of friends and family, it has grown into something incredible. Throughout my life, I have conquered many goals and have accomplished many things, but I wanted to do something that I could really be proud of. As many of you know, since having my daughter Isabella Rose and moving to Vermont, Fitz and I have stayed out of the spotlight. While Fitz has been very willing to offer a hand to his friends since our relocation, he never puts anything before being a father and husband. And that's exactly the kind of life I always wanted for myself and for my children." She paused, glancing over at her husband sitting in a chair to her left. He smiled.
"I think we all want our kids to grow up in a better world than we did. We want them to run faster, stretch their arms out further, be able to grasp what they are reaching for. But unfortunately today, there are still some ugly things that I never want to touch my daughter. I never want Isabella to be judged because of her race. I don't want her to get paid less than her male counterparts in the workplace. When she falls in love," She paused and looked over at Fitz briefly before continuing, a glance that did not go unnoticed by the crowd.
"I don't want people telling her that it's wrong. And I certainly do not want her to ever be afraid of society's evils." She flipped her page swiftly.
"Everyone in this room has the capacity to impact a life. Whether you are a politician, musician, public figure, or just a cashier, you can be a leader. Do not estimate the amount of influence you have. It does not matter if you are not on page six; what you do with your one precious life is up to you. By showing up here tonight, you are showing your commitment to being a role model for the next generation of politicians, musicians, public figures, cashiers. If we start at the root, we have the capacity to remedy a lot of our country's problems. Maybe one day my daughter won't be judged by the color of her skin or her gender. Maybe I'm being too naïve. But even if this organization changes one life. If we can be responsible for supporting one student through graduation. If we can help one child find solace in playing the violin. If we can change the attitudes of one classroom of children, this will be more than worth it. What starts as a small spark can catch onto something and create a flame. Just look at past movements in our country: Civil Rights, the American Revolution. We have the power to foster something special. Will you stay with me?" Before Olivia could even continue, everyone was on their feet applauding her. For a moment, their clapping and cheering faded and all she could feel was his arms around her waist, his soft whisper in her ear.
"I'm so proud of you."
She had not even realized she was crying until he kissed away her stray tear. She had accomplished many things in her life, but nothing compared to this. Hillary Clinton, Angelina Jolie, Abigail Whelan even in her swollen state, all rising to show their complete and unwavering support for the girl who was once ridiculed for being a criminal, a whore, and a liar. Even though she knew she was not any of those things, she had written them on herself in black ink. She felt cleansed of those words, freed from any inhibitions. She had started something special. She was seeing her spark ignite into a flame right in front of her eyes. As she looked up at her doting husband, she realized that the Vermont Dream had only just started.
So I have to say, the speech was very Kerry-like, but I would absolutely love for Olivia to give a speech on the show! This chapter was a bit longer than most so Fitz's surprise will be in the next chapter. I hope the ball didn't disappoint! Today is Celebrate Kerry Day so if you haven't already, make sure to tweet in the hashtag (just CelebrateKerry, hashtags don't go through on FanFiction sadly). This chapter was also inspired by a little Scandal project I've been working on and am sharing next week, so stay tuned! If you do not make sure to follow me on my various social media accounts because that's where I'll be sharing it.
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