Hey guys,

how are you doing? I'm sure some of you will be surprised to find this here on friday night, i honestly thought it would be saturday by the time i posted this. I ended up leaving a party early, stomach bug thing, and i had some free time on my hands so here is the next chapter. It's also down to my wonderful betas, campyrs and trajedy99, who got this chapter turned around in epic time. Really big thank-you to those two. This chapter is slightly shorter than normal and i also have to admit that this is the penultimate update, there is only the epilogue left after this one. I already have a few ideas floating around in my head about the next story i can write :)

Oh yeah, you know how i said last week this would be posted from down south in london? Well it isn't, i ended up coming back up north for a friend's party. He's going on a gap year in a week's time so i had say goodbye. Next week it will be from London. Damn i love that city. Anywho, Charlaine Harris owns the wonderful Southern Vampire Mysteries and on with the chapter? I think quite a few of you will love the last couple of lines ;)

"Hey Sookie, what's going on?" Sam asked when I jumped into his truck before it had even come to a complete stop. I waved my hands in a rolling motion to get him accelerating, we had to be moving so that I could speak; the need for urgency was over taking my tired body.

"Fucking Fellowship of the Sun," I muttered, putting extra emphasis on the expletive. After taking a breath and fastening my seatbelt that I had a feeling I would need when we hit the main road I began to explain. "You know how they had plans to attack a vampire in vengeance for what happened in London?" He nodded. "Well, it's not Sophie Anne. What vampire did we overlook that is ultimately more powerful and respected than the Queen but yet isn't actually in a position of high power? Who also happens to live even closer to the Fellowship headquarters in Dallas?" I was picking at the dried blood flakes on my trousers as I spoke since I was completely unable to just sit still.

"Eric." He replied back instantly with regret in his voice, probably feeling that he should have thought of this before.

"Eric," I stated, confirming his answer. "They're planning on attacking Fangtasia tonight; sometime after full dark. They know Eric's schedule, they know that he will be there as soon after nightfall as possible. They want as many Fangbangers in there as possible, even tourists. They just want to kill everyone." I was trying desperately to reach that place I'd been in last night where my emotions were distant, where I wasn't feeling everything so finely.

"What are you doing Chere?" I had a feeling he wasn't talking about my current actions in the car.

"Well I'm going over there. I'm going to get my car and my stuff and high-tail it over there." When I heard my plan spoken out loud it became evident it really wasn't the best idea I'd ever had but the consequences of doing nothing didn't bear thinking about. "You can't talk me out of it, don't even bother trying." I watched his shoulders sag and the loud sigh leave his lips as he knew I was right. I could be ridiculously stubborn and he'd known me for long enough to realise that when I said I couldn't be convinced otherwise, there really wasn't a snowball's chance in hell.

"Promise me one thing?" He ran a hand through his hair sending the strawberry blond strands into complete disarray.

"I can try." It was the best I could give him.

"Stay out of the bar as soon as full dark hits; I need to know you're not going to get seriously hurt."

"I'll try." It was the best I could give him. I wasn't just going to save Eric, I would of course be going if it was only Eric in danger but I would also still be going if it was just the Fangbangers in danger. I hated the Fellowship. He nodded again, dejectedly, and placed both of his hands back on the steering wheel. The rest of the journey to my house was spent in a rather tense silence that I didn't have the guts to break; nothing I said would help what he was feeling now because I couldn't say the things he wanted to hear and mean them.

We made very good time to my house, better than I'd anticipated yet still not quite fast enough. As soon as the truck pulled to a stop outside of my front door I flung my arms around his neck in a big hug. "Thank-you." I squeezed him tighter, gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and pulled back to exit the car. If he said anything in return I never heard it. I was actually standing outside of my front door before I realised I didn't have a damn key on me and remarkably the front door was locked which meant Eric had somehow locked it behind him when he left for the hospital. If he hadn't given me the key personally he'd have had to leave it behind somewhere. I didn't have any potted plants or any hooks underneath the windowsill where I could keep a spare key and when I checked under the mat I found that he hadn't left it there either. Spinning around in order to go around the back where I could hope the back door had been left unlocked I saw a slither of silver glinting from beside the rocking chair. Bending down I found the key Eric had used to lock up left partially obscured by the cushion on the seat.

Scrambling, I managed to get the front door unlocked and I ran straight for my room, needing desperately to change out of my trousers. I grabbed the first pair of jeans I could find and I'd changed in less than twenty seconds, having had to try my hardest not to glance at the horrible rust colour that stained my legs. From my room it was a run to the living room where I usually kept my bag down beside the sofa and hidden behind the door. I didn't get very far; my bag wasn't in its usual place and the pool of congealed blood spread out underneath the radiator was almost enough to make me gag. As it was a wave of guilt for leaving my Gran alone with Arlene and George washed over me even though I knew nothing could happen to her from outside hands in the hospital and that Jason would most likely be getting there now.

It was only as I staggered from the room that I remembered I'd left everything in the car that wasn't even parked up here but rather down by the road, hidden on the grass verge. I hadn't seen it when I passed. I jogged out of the back door, wanting to be as quick but also to preserve my energy. There, parked not three meters from the back porch was my car. Inside was my bag and the keys were still chucked on the passenger seat. Why he'd felt compelled to lock up my house but not the car was beyond me. At the moment I wasn't going to question this; not having to run down the long drive was definitely a good thing.

Less than two minutes later I was hurtling down Hummingbird Lane, trying desperately not to lift my foot off the gas pedal since I knew I wasn't in any danger of getting pulled over by the police. The police in Bon Temps had their monthly meeting this evening. I had the radio tuned to a classic rock station which allowed me to sing along, loudly and out of key, to try and distract myself safely while still keeping a tempo that was suited for speedy driving. My hands were shaking badly, forcing me to grab the steering wheel tightly and honestly it was probably a miracle that I wasn't swerving all over the road. If I kept this up for much longer I'd drive myself off the road; I wasn't safe to be in charge of machinery.

In: one, two, three, four. I counted slowly in my head during a song I didn't know. Out: one, two, three, four. I concentrated on my breathing and slowly my heart began to ease its pace and my breathing didn't feel like I was gasping for breath.

Bat out of Hell got me to the outskirts of Shreveport where I finally had to lift my foot off the accelerator slightly and to the point where the sun was disappearing behind buildings. The bar would be opening about now. I grabbed my phone from where it laid, on the passenger seat already set up to dial Eric's number so that all I had to do while driving was hit dial and speaker phone.

"Northman." At first I thought he'd actually picked up and I even began to scream his name before I realised it was just a personalised voice mail I'd reached.

"Eric, its Sookie." I wasn't entirely sure why I felt the need to clarify; surely he'd recognise my voice by now. "If you're awake, pick up." I let all the urgency and fear fill my voice so that if he could hear me he'd know that in no way was I jesting. "I need you to trust me; I can't explain this over the phone." Rather I didn't want to because it hurt too much with everything I'd been through and I had a sinking feeling he'd do something to resolve the immediate situation while making everything ultimately worse. "You cannot, I repeat, cannot go to Fangtasia tonight. When you get this message call me immediately. I'm heading over to Shreveport right now. So please don't go to Fangtasia." I didn't get a chance to add anything else as the phone beeped, signalling I'd reached the end of the allotted message quota.

"Damn answering machines." I muttered and continued to drive, praying that Eric would get my message in time and heed it.

I forced myself to slow down even further as I reached Shreveport properly; houses and commercial properties began to line the streets while the roads were becoming more congested with traffic. At least I was recognising the businesses which meant I could track my progress with the shop fronts I was passing. Hope began to seep into my veins as I drew closer, the sun was barely above the horizon now but I was only a few of miles away. I could get in time. "You can do this Sookie." I chanted to myself repeatedly, knowing that I needed the affirmation to keep my nerves and get through this. I couldn't sing anymore, I needed more concentration than that allowed while driving through the city streets. Beside me on the seat my phone rang, the loud sound audible even over the stereo.

"Hello? Eric?" I couldn't look at the display; I only had the chance to answer it on speaker phone. I silenced the music using the few controls on the indicator stalk.

"Hey Sook, its Jason." I groaned, loudly. "What's up?"

"Jason." I felt terrible for what I was about to say but there was no way I could keep quiet, Jason would forgive me eventually. "I need you to get off the phone. Now." There was an edge of a menacing growl to my voice, showing that I meant business.

"Sookie! Wait! What's going on?" I just couldn't pluck up the courage to hang up on him in mid sentence. "I just got to the hospital and Arlene said you'd high tailed it out of here like your life depended on it."

"Gargh! How is Gran? I have to go to Fangtasia. Fellowship stuff." I was rambling, trying desperately to be on the phone for as short a time as possible, just in case Eric tried calling me back. I was also due to call the bar again; someone would be able to answer by now. I turned right at an intersection to find myself essentially parked on the street with no sign of movement.

"She's the same, critical yet stable."

"Okay, I'm going now." I averted my eyes from the road to glance down at my phone since I still hadn't moved an inch to quickly hang up before my brother could say anything else. "Come on!" I screamed. The music was still switched off so my outburst, accompanied by my hands bashing down on the steering wheel earned me worried stares from the drivers in the surrounding cars. Up ahead I could see a road works sign that indicated the usual three-lane highway was being condensed down to a single lane and to top it off, the general flow was under temporary traffic light control. The hope that I'd begun to desperately cling to was beginning to leave me.

It was just as I began to count my breathing again that the cars in front started easing forward. Due to all the cars moving in from the right, the quick burst of light I'd felt dissipated quickly as I only moved one car length. I was just over two miles away. It would be faster to get there on foot. The highway was lined with businesses, shops and outlets stores, each of which had their own parking lot; I simply had to get in one.

The next time the traffic began to move I maintained an almost bumper to bumper position with the car in front; I wasn't going to let anyone in. We crept forward, inch by excruciating inch as cars further down the line managed to bully their way in. It was only by about three feet that I missed the turning for the first parking lot turn on the left hand side. "Oh flip," I mumbled to myself, somehow managing to pull an expletive from a British show I'd seen. "Stuff it." I added with more confidence.

I spun the steering wheel, not caring what it would do to my tires and then revved the gas to get the car up onto the sidewalk, partially anyway. I held my breath, as though that would make my car smaller, as I eased past the car in front, the driver of which was glaring at me with clear panic written across his face. I ignored it as much as possible, concentrating on my wing mirror that was too close for comfort to his. Somehow I managed to squeeze by without incident and spin the car into the parking lot.

Parking would be an over statement of the way I left my car, abandoned would be much closer to what actually happened. I pulled into the first available space, not bothering to check that I was within the lines of the bay, and threw on the parking brake. Grabbing my bag and phone from the seat beside me I jumped out of the car and set off at a fast jog down the road towards the bar; all the way rueing myself for not knowing a faster way of getting there on foot because I was sure there must be one.

My feet pounded the ground and I'd barely gone three hundred yards before I began to curse not staying in better shape. Yes I was healthy but would it really have killed me to visit the gym regularly or even take a jog through the trees and fields that surrounded my home? I kept going, ignoring the burn that started to rise up in my lungs and instead focused on my breathing once again, keeping each breath rhythmic and as calming as possible.

I grabbed my phone and dialled Eric's number, going straight to voice mail once again. All I said this time was call me before hanging up. If he hadn't got the idea by now he never would, no matter how many messages I left him. He should have been awake; the sun had set as far as I was concerned and he was so old it was barely a constraint on him anymore anyway. Since he'd taken my blood and I'd had a little of his, he would also be able to feel my distress, he would definitely know I was getting closer and closer to him, provided of course he was either at Fangtasia or lived very nearby.

Cursing inside my head I dialled Fangtasia again. At least this time someone answered although I wasn't entirely sure whether that was really a good thing since it was one of my new least favourite vampires that answered.

"Hello, you've reached Fangtasia where life begins at night with a bite."

"Hello, its Sookie Stackhouse, is Eric there?" Of course at this point I wasn't entirely sure who I was speaking to although the smooth tone indicated it was a vampire.

"No he isn't. What do you want?" Her demeaning, snivelling tone as soon as she heard my voice reminded me of where I'd heard the voice before; Carmen, the vampire that had rudely hung up on me the last time I'd been trying to get Eric's help. I didn't have any cause to trust her that he wasn't there this time.

"Look, I just need you to listen to me. Trust what I say. The bar is going to be attacked by the Fellowship of the Sun. They don't care that humans will be in there." I paused for a second to gasp in a large breath so that I could actually breathe and continue to run; I was amazing myself that I was still running at the same pace. "They want to kill Eric." I swallowed after I said that sentence, he'd become a pivotal part of my life so quickly and he'd showed his true merit after what he'd done to help me and my Gran. He'd stayed with me. "I need you to get everyone out of the bar. Now. We don't really have enough time."

"How are they supposed to be attacking?" Her voice held an edge of suspicion; I just couldn't tell whether she was checking out the crowd to find strange behaviour or whether she was cautious about my words.

"Bombs." I whispered as quietly as I could. It wouldn't be good to state that word lightly on a city street. "Do you believe me?"

"No." With that she hung up leaving me panicking as I ran. My heart was thumping in my chest, and I could hear the blood rushing through my ears as it pounded through my arteries. There wasn't anything else I could do. I didn't have the strength to speed-up; my muscles were beginning to cramp up with overuse so it was all I could do just to keep going. I'd already run at least a mile.

I called Eric again, never having taken the phone from my ear for more than a couple of seconds, and this time it went straight through to voice mail without a single ring. It was dark on the streets now, the departed sun cast no light at all and the moon had yet to rise properly into the sky. Low clouds blanketed the sky, at least that meant it would be a mild night, and the illumination came from the street lamps and car head lights. I ran as fast as I was able, straight down the street that Fangtasia was situated on. I could actually see the mall that sat in the same complex; the bar was nestled in the corner obscured by the larger building from my angle.

I put my head down, watching where I was planting my feet. It was then that I heard the first explosion. A massive bang resounded through the air, so loud that it sent me stumbling sideways as I looked up to find out where it had come from. I couldn't see anything; nothing seemed to have changed. I knew what it had been, there was no way that it could have been anything else. The Fellowship's assault had started; I was too late.

I didn't stop running though. If anything it spurred me on, with every successive bang of an explosion I made my feet pound into the ground faster than before until it felt like my muscles were on fire. I didn't need to see the bar to know what was going on; a putrid stench of burning filled the air as I got closer and a cloud of smoke puffed up into the air. Also, more importantly, were the minds I could hear just ahead of me.

"Another one! Throw another one!" He was literally speaking his mind, the exact same words were spewing from his mouth and I could see one of his friends pulling back his hand to throw another round metal device into the devastated building. It was almost as though I was seeing through someone else's eyes, I couldn't understand how I could keep planting my feet on the ground without falling over, when I saw the homemade grenade explode as it made contact with the ground just inside a wall that had already been blown apart. The aftershock was immense, the ground rumbled and I felt the man whose thoughts I was invading stumble with it. The rest of the wall remained intact but the remaining furnishings were splattered against walls and even the ceiling. All around the inside all I could see was a reign of fire and smoke. "Shit! Sirens!" I heard again, this time I knew it was just in his head. "Guys, move out!" I felt fear grip every one of them as they ran backward toward their cars to get away from the crime scene.

I blocked down my shields, I didn't need to see their getaway; it was becoming hard enough to move towards the devastation without knowing that the criminals would get away. I could hear the sirens now. The police were on their way and would get there soon after me since they could get through the traffic with their blaring lights and sirens.

I kept my head down as I came into view of the bar, I'd already glimpsed what had happened, I didn't want to fall at this point. I needed to actually get there. So I ran until I hit the edges of the car park. It was only then that I dared to actually lift my head to survey the scene.

The first thought I had was that Fangtasia had been lucky, it was still standing after all, but when I looked closer I couldn't help but think that it might have been better if it had all come down. The entire front wall was essentially gone. The part of the roof it supported was now inside what I'd call the entrance area behind the coat check, which gave a view straight into the bar. The bar itself was ablaze, all of the alcohol going up in flames and the occasional bang as a glass bottle exploded. The tables, chairs and booths were barely recognisable; some seemed to be just mere splinters on the floor while the booths seemed to have maintained their hard backs which separated them while losing everything else. The memorabilia which had lined the walls was nowhere to be seen. Apart from one corner, the far right opposite to where the offices were was remarkably intact. I could still make out a single table and two chairs, although they had been knocked to the ground, and a few posters clung desperately to the wall. I finally brought my eyes to look at the office entrances; the door was lying on the ground to the side and the wall that separated the passage way from the main bar had a large hole in it that you could see through. The same destruction was visible, as much as I could see through the thick smoke which was beginning to consume the place, as the rest of the bar.

There were bodies lying on the ground, obviously trying to get toward an exit and one man I saw in a full-black fangbanger outfit was just lying on the ground as though he was somehow asleep in the middle of the rubble. I would later discover he'd had a piece of metal from the Fellowship bombs lodged into his spine and head, effectively killing him instantly. At least he hadn't felt pain. I couldn't see any of the mess on the ground that would indicate a vampire death; there was no blood or charring remains that were distinctly human.

I couldn't get inside through the front; I could hear the walls and rough groaning under the strain of trying to keep standing, so I made my way around to the back. The thudding of my heart and the ache in my muscles was pushed to the back of my mind as I tried to see if I could see anyone. I found people, quite a lot of them, around the back of the building in the staff parking lot, some clinging to each other, others looking as though they were in a daze and even some beginning to wander away from the scene. There were no fellowship members left in the area and I couldn't see any vampires.

"Have you seen any staff?" I asked the first person I came close enough to speak to. Her dyed platinum hair now had a sheen of grey from the soot and her ashen face told me that we would need much more than a couple of police units here. She simply shook her head and even laying a hand on her to figure something out directly from her brain didn't yield anything. She was in a state of shock so deep that I didn't know what to do to help her. "Sit down." I commanded her, putting as much authority into my voice I could muster through my slight gasping after the exertion of running so far. I shielded myself as much as possible before clamping my hands down on her shoulders and forcing her into a sitting position on the curb that lined the raised grassy areas around the edge of the parking lot.

I turned back around to survey the destruction to the back of the bar. The dust, fire and holes told me that it had been an attack from all sides, with not even the back staff entrance being free. There was a hole leading straight into Eric's office, about three feet off the ground and it took part of the roof with it. How the building was remaining up really was beyond me. I peered through the gap, as much as I was able to with the sharp brick edges and smoke billowing out of the room.

"Sookie?" A woman called out behind me, a question in the tone. I whirled around to find a vampire that I had never seen before but I would never forget her voice.

"Carmen." I replied, not bothering to hide any of the distaste that I felt. It was strange but that calm that I'd felt last night seemed to be returning to me; I wasn't complaining too much at the minute, I still seemed to be functioning perfectly well, it was more keeping myself distant from the proceedings around me than not caring.

"What's happening? You knew before this happened, what do I need to do?" I'm sure my face portrayed the complete and utter shock that I felt because she added on a small explanation. "Eric said that we were to always do whatever you said when it related to an emergency situation when he wasn't around. I managed to get as many people out as possible; we just didn't have enough time."

"But you said you didn't believe me!" I finally took her in; she was a petite vampire; shorter than me and waif like in her appearance with her skin pale, even for a vampire, and skinny to the point that she looked ill. Her clothing was bedraggled, ripped around the edges and scuffed.

"I didn't. But I had orders, so I followed them." I could tell she was a young vampire, thirty years old at the most which was probably the only reason she'd taken any order from a human without extreme duress from an elder. At least that explained why so many people had gotten out relatively unharmed. I couldn't bring myself to think about the people I hadn't been in time to save. Right now I had to think about Eric. "

"Is Eric here? Was he in his office?" I swallowed around the last word.

"He was supposed to be in his office, I just never saw him. I spent my entire time out front, I'm staying in the basement as part of my punishment, it's the only reason I'm here at this time."

"Where's Pam?"

"She took off after the attackers as soon as she was free of the rubble."

"Shit. Are there any other vampires around?" I didn't want to be helped by this vampire, I really didn't trust her.

"We lost our bar tender. He was standing next to the man who detonated the first device. The only other person that could be here is Eric." I turned back toward the wall that I'd just been about to peer through.

Smoke billowed up near the ceiling, a pitch black plume, even though I couldn't see an actual fire. The metal filing cabinets were contorted from there angular shapes while the wooden desk and drawers were in pieces, scattered about the floor. The soft leather material of the office chair was barely recognisable as it lay over the largest remaining piece of desk, obviously having been separated from the metal chair base which rested near the door. The door itself was missing, thrown from its hinges to rest in some unknown depth. I finally saw the flames, licking at the door frame from out in the hall. Nothing could have survived being in the room. I could see silver shrapnel sticking out of the carpet, some resting on top of the broken surfaces. The Fellowship had known exactly how to hurt vampires the most, using silver bombs and people who didn't mind being the detonators themselves. My eyes finally came to rest on the centre of the floor, where I'd seen a glimpse of a dark red pool that I hadn't dared to look at first. I was out of other places to search and my eyes finally came to rest on the centre of the room. A bloody pool, full of thick tissue took up the size of a person. A vampire had died in that room. It was the room where Eric was supposed to be. He'd left me.

"No! Eric!" Pure anguish, as though I'd been ripped in half filled my body.

"Sookie?" I heard Carmen ask, her voice sounded as though she was far away. I didn't respond in any way, how could I when my world was falling apart for the second time in as many nights. I stumbled back from the hole I'd been looking through, letting my feet carry me to an unknown destination. Shock gripped my body in a vice grip, taking over from the pain I'd instantly felt. Shock was better; it hurt less. I had no idea how I came to be sitting on the grass, my back against a small tree, staring at the destruction of the bar. Police were now littering the area, all talking to people or talking on phones, doing their job as best they knew how; no one had ever seen anything like this.

The first tears began to fall as I stared at everyone around me, not really seeing anything. Blackness was beginning to seep in around the edges as my brain tried to spare me the pain of what I'd been through; I'd almost not made it through last night. Last night I'd had someone beside me to keep me strong, here I had no one.

"Sookie?" Another voice asking me something. I didn't hear anything after my name. I pulled my knees up to my chest to rest my cheek atop them, wrapping my arms around my shins so that I could look out at the road. I couldn't look at the scene in front anymore, even if I wasn't really seeing it. "Sookie?" A sob rang through my body and I bit my lip, trying to hold it back; if I began to grieve it meant that everything was true and I just knew it wouldn't just be Eric I was grieving for. It would be everything; again I would cry for everything that happened.

"Sookie!" This voice carried a different tone, almost desperate and I knew more words followed. "Sookie!" Cool hands clamped down on my shoulders, pushing me up into a sitting position again, my head lolling back to rest on the tree trunk. The blackness snapped back from my vision, giving me crystal clear clarity as I gazed upon the man I'd never expected to see. "Sookie, I'm here." Even through tears I could see his beautiful face with his strong features and gorgeous blue eyes, the blond hair framing his face. I didn't question what I was seeing, I didn't dare.

I threw my arms around his shoulders, throwing my entire body weight forward to engulf him in a hug that would be my support. My arms connected with his cool, strong body. My arms wrapped around his neck and my nose immediately began to smell him. He really was here; there was no recreating that scent, not even in my head. It was him. He hadn't left me.

"Eric." I whispered into him, my lips pressed into the skin of his neck. I felt his arms wrap around me, one behind my back and the other underneath my legs so he could pick me up to cradle me against his chest tightly. It was amazing how quickly my head began to clear. The anguish I'd felt for that split second before I'd shut down, was still lurking in my heart like a painful shadow and I still felt distant but I could think, they were my own thoughts permeating my mind. "You're here. How?" I mumbled, not having the guts to tear myself away from him for even a second. He was here.

"You have been very busy. I got your message." I tightened my grip around his neck, my only response to his words. "I spent the night closer to Bon Temps than my usual house which is why I wasn't here sooner even though I got your message." So he would have turned up anyway to protect his people and his bar. "They will pay for what they have done." I felt a growl in his chest and when I dared to look up at him I saw his fangs had run down.

"What?"

"I stayed in Bon Temps and when I woke up I got your message. There was no way I was staying away, leaving my bar unprotected. I tried calling you but you were on the phone with someone else. I could feel your distress and I could sense that you were heading here so I had to come. I got here later than I anticipated; I found this already done." He shrugged his shoulders; if he wasn't carrying me in his arms he would have indicated the entire scene before us and me.

"Who was in the office?" I croaked out, a little scared about the answer. I actually heard him sigh before he replied.

"Bill Compton."

So what did you think? Who honestly thought i'd killed poor eric in the middle there? I could never do that. Who loved that i killed Bill? It felt really good to write that lol.

This week's working title is What's the craziest thing you've done lately, from the Kill Hannah song Crazy Angel. The song referenced in the middle, Bat Out of Hell is obviously by Meatloaf, i love their songs for driving along to.

I think that about sums everything up. I do usually end up remembering something after posting that i meant to tell you but oh well.

Thanks for reading, the review emails i get really make my day and see you all next week.

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