Chapter 87

I pulled up next to Nick's Toyota and turned off the ignition. As I walked up to the trailer, I wiped my hands on my skirt. Why was I so nervous? This whole thing was silly. I knocked on the trailer door.

"It's open," Nick called out.

I opened the door and he grinned as I walked in. He was seated at the desk, eating a pie out of the pan with his right hand while thumbing through a leather book with his left. He looked good. Even better than yesterday. Dammit.

"There you are!" he said. "I was wondering if you were going to stand me up."

"I told you I was out in the yard. I had to get cleaned up," I replied while hovering by the door.

"Well, come in and don't just stand there," he said, motioning to the trailer bed.

I sucked in my breath and marched over to the bed, setting my jacket and bags down. "So what are we reading today?" I moved over toward Nick and perched on the edge of the desk, trying to read upside down. I'd focus on the book, and not the guy.

"Would you like a slice of apple pie?" he asked, staring up at me while his fork hovered over the pan.

"Oh, no. I've had enough apples lately." I thought about the tarts again in my freezer. The freezer idea hadn't been clever enough. Too bad I was still addicted to eating those darn things. "Where did you get a pie? Not another Eisbiber gift, I hope."

"No, thank goodness for that, although I did get a cherry pie from Bud after all." He told me briefly about Bud fixing his front door that night after he'd stopped by to fix my porch light earlier that day. Juliette got quite a surprise with that one, since she was the only one home when he came by. It was already dark, so she thought he was a burglar. "But this pie had nothing to do with Beavers." Nick grinned, taking another bite. "There was a pot luck thing at the precinct today and someone saved this for me. The two slices at lunch got me through a few reports, and it was so delicious, I decided to take it with me, which is good since I won't have time for dinner tonight."

"You haven't been home yet? What about Juliette?" I asked, eyeing him. Wouldn't she be upset if he came straight here from work? I sure would be.

"Juliette knows I'm going to be working late. She just doesn't know what kind of work that is." He gave me a cute, toothy grin. "I'll save her a slice or two of this pie to make it up to her."

"So, you still haven't told me what you wanted to show me." I put a finger on the book.

"Show you?" he asked with upturned eyes of blue-green staring back at me. The green swirled around the iris like green grass against a blue sky.

"Uh, yeah," I stammered, while gathering my thoughts. "You called and asked me over to, uh, show me something… remember?"

"Oh." Nick replied quickly. "Right. Well, I wanted to, uh, just work on the database. Or, umm, maybe we could clean out one of these cabinets over here." He swiveled the desk chair, opening the bottom cabinet. "There's all kinda of things in here that should probably be categorized, or chronicled… or something."

"Oh." The thoughts were returning. He looked really good. I bit my lip in spite of myself. My brain needed an off button. "Sure, we could do that."

He turned back, smiling wide as he stood. "Good. Let's get started." He walked closer as I tensed, studying my face. "Did you do something different with your hair?"

"No." I shook my head. "Just pinned it back."

"Okay. Yeah, that must be it 'cause you look really good today… nice. You look…" He closed his eyes briefly. "Your hair looks nice."

"Thanks," I replied. He liked my hair. I refrained from sighing dreamily.

We talked more about Klaustreichs while we worked on the cabinet. I was building brick walls around my thoughts in my mind, trying to concentrate on the task at hand instead of Nick. He kept talking, the smoothness of his voice breaking through. We moved from one topic to the next, and then on to what happened while Nick was out of town.

"Monroe mentioned you ran into that Blutbad again. I checked his record today. You won't have to worry about him being back on the streets," Nick chuckled. "We've been looking for him for a while."

"Did he murder anyone?" I wouldn't doubt there were a string of dead bodies he was responsible for.

"No, but do you think he might've?"

I shrugged as I looked up. "He was killing something in the woods the first time we ran across him. Maybe it was just a deer."

"Monroe said he had you up against the wall outside the bar."

I nodded. "Yeah, he was threatening to do the same thing as the Klaustreich."

Nick's eyes shot up as big as saucers. "What, he tried to rape you? Monroe didn't tell me that."

"Because Monroe doesn't know. He knew the guy was, umm, worked up, but…" I glanced down at the cabinet. "It was a bad night." I looked back up at him. "Thankfully Monroe was there to save the day, or the guy probably would have succeeded."

Nick's face darkened. "Maybe I need to pay him another visit in his cell." He clenched his jaw.

"No, don't do that, and please don't mention it to Monroe. He just thinks he was threatening me."

Nick nodded, although it didn't seem like he was going to listen. "I may check on a few missing person's files just to make sure this guy isn't connected to any of them."

"Wouldn't be surprised if he was," I mumbled as I pulled out another journal hidden in the back of the cabinet. "How many more of these are there?"

Nick shrugged. "I keep finding new ones, too. Aunt Marie went to great lengths to hide them. Not sure why. Maybe they shouldn't be out?"

I stood and sat down in the chair. "That's your call, not mine." I set the new book down in front of me. "The more books we find, the longer this database is gonna be."

While I thumbed through the book, Nick placed his hands on my shoulders and my heart stopped in my chest, mental walls crumbling. I shouldn't be here. It was too much being alone with him. I rose quickly as he released me. I moved over to the trailer bed with the book in tow.

"Everything all right with you?" he asked. "Why did you move?"

"I'm good. Great actually. Just needed to switch seats. The bed is more comfortable… Umm, I mean, not that I need to be in your bed, but…"

Nick sat close beside me. "You're acting a bit jittery."

"Sorry. Must have had too much caffeine today."

Nick's cell rang. Saved by the bell, thank God. He pulled it from his pocket as a small sigh escaped him.

"It's Juliette. I'll just be a minute." He held the phone to his ear and stood up. "Hey…"

I sat on the edge of the trailer bed as Nick talked to Juliette on the phone. He began pacing a little as he listened.

"Right… I know it's going to be late, but... Yeah, well, sometimes I have to... Just think of it as me protecting you from the things that go bump in the night... No, that was a joke; you can't be upset about that..."

I hummed 'You Belong With Me,' modifying the words as I listened to the conversation.

"You're on the phone with your girlfriend, she's upset.
She's going off about something that you said.
She doesn't get your humor like I do.

I'm in the trailer; it's a typical Tuesday night.
We're working on the kind of research she doesn't like.
And she'll never know these fairy tale stories like I do.

If you could see that I'm the one who understands you.
Been here all along so why can't you see?
You belong with me..."

Why the hell was I thinking of that song? Taylor Swift? Ugh… I stopped humming and watched Nick. He was really getting hit hard by Juliette tonight. If I took the phone from him, I could give Juliette a few choice words of my own. No… That wouldn't help. Instead, I went back to the section on Skalenzahne. This book had some interesting history. Since Monroe and I never got a chance to talk about them, it was high time I learned on my own. Nick was finally able to hang up the phone, and I glanced back at him.

He ran his hand through his gorgeous, dark bangs as he huffed out a sigh. "Sorry about that," he muttered while shaking his head.

"You all right?"

"Huh?" He glanced up. "Yeah. Yeah, just fine."

"So, I thought she was okay with your late night work."

He looked down as a soft sigh came off those tempting lips. "Usually she is, but since the proposal... I don't know."

Oh, I could do something to put a smile on that face. I pushed back my thoughts again.

"Well, she's the one that said, 'no,'" I replied, "so she has no right to complain when you come home late."

"Yeah, if only I could tell her that," he chuckled, but his face was still twisted into a sour expression.

I tried not to think about his face, but that sulky pout and those lips… I shook my head and went back to the book, humming some more as I read.

"And you've got a smile that could light up this whole town.
I haven't seen it in a while, since she brought you down.
You say you're fine I know you better than that.
Hey, Whatcha doing with a girl like that?"

"So, what are you reading up on?" Nick asked, halting my humming as he came toward me.

"Skalenzahne," I said and angled the book where he could see as he sat back down. "I saw one in the cages next to Monroe in that Lowen's gladiator barn. Monroe had to tell me what he was, but now I'm getting a better idea."

We went over the info together. "So is it an alligator or a crocodile-like creature?" Nick asked.

"Umm, both." He was making it hard to concentrate. His head was close near mine, and his hair smelled really good, like strawberries. Why did his hair smell like that?

"How can it be both?"

"I don't know. Our ancestors used both terms. But generally crocodiles are more… What kind of shampoo do you use?" I asked. I had to know.

He let out a light laugh. "Oh, I grabbed Juliette's shampoo today instead of mine. It's some fruity... who knows." He grinned at me. "But, yeah, you probably smell that."

I nodded. "I guess so." No matter, it smelled good on him.

"So, umm, crocodiles are more, what?" His hand brushed against mine as he tapped the drawing on the page. He looked up at me, eyes locked with my own.

"More… aggressive," I breathed out.

"Then I'd go with that one." Nick's eyes lingered as he rested his hand on top of mine briefly. My breath caught in my throat. He stood, shaking his head, and moved toward the pile of books on his desk. "So, how much did you know about Seltenvogels before what happened this weekend?" he asked, leafing through the pages until he found the section. He reached over, taking another forkful of pie.

I found my breath. "The plural is just Seltenvogel, and I knew of them," I replied, "but I've never seen one before," I added.

Nick shook his head as he swallowed. "Sometimes it's... it's like you guys know all these creatures and I'm having to ask all these questions."

"Well, you've only been doing this half a year, Nick. You can't compare your knowledge to those that have grown up in this world. Heck, I can't even compare my knowledge to someone like Chloe or Monroe, who's lived it. If it wasn't for Chloe, I'd still be calling Wesen 'those funny animal looking things.'"

"There's just so much to learn," he said while dropping the book down.

"And that's why we're in this trailer. We're both learning." I was learning that Nick Burkhardt was making my heart beat in ways it really shouldn't. "Besides, out of all of us, you're the only one who's ever seen a Seltenvogel. And you saved her life by removing her Unbezahlbar. So there's something, right?"

Nick gave a half-smile, and those beautiful, blue-green eyes looked at me as he chewed another bite of pie. "But if it hadn't been for Rosalee and Pete guiding me, I wouldn't have been able to do any of it."

"That just means you know your resources, and you got the answers you needed." I smiled at him. "Isn't that part of learning? Knowing your resources?"

"Yeah, when you put it that way, it makes sense."

"And now you have me…" I looked down. Oh, he could have me. I shook my head. "And even Chloe and Pete if you need them," I continued instead. Crap, I was shelling out my BFF and her brother's Wesen services without their consent. Wow, that was bad. "Tons of resources," I added, beaming at him.

"You're in an awfully good mood today." He raised an eyebrow while taking another bite of his pie.

"I don't know what you mean," I replied while biting back my wide smile. Oh, he knew what I was feeling. He was too clever.

"You're being nice to me all of a sudden."

"Well, it's like you said... We're on the same team, so..."

Nick smirked. "So, we're friends now?"

"Yeah, of course." I nodded, trying not to say more. "Why shouldn't we be?"

"Your grandmother's information on Grimms and Waldgeists hating one another is enough of a good reason, as you pointed out yesterday."

"But maybe you're right." I set the book aside. "Maybe I need to let my Grimm side 'win out,' as you put it."

Nick narrowed his eyes at me as his fork hovered. "You think you can just shut off something like that?"

"Yeah, actually I think I can." I must have had the dopiest grin on my face at that moment.

Nick laughed, "Okay. I'm glad actually. I want us to get along." Nick took another large bite of pie, set his fork down, and stood quickly. As he went to reach for another book, he hit the pie plate, knocking it to the ground. Apple pie splattered onto the floor in a gooey mess. "Dammit, there goes dinner," he grumbled. "At least I got half of it, but I'll have to find something else to bribe Juliette with."

"Here, let me help you," I offered, getting up from the trailer bed. "Do you have anything to clean with in here?"

"Uh, well, not really."

"Don't worry. I have something in my car."

I went outside. The cool air blew across my flushed face. I could just leave now. Get in the car and go home. I took a few slow breaths as I rummaged through the trunk. No, I couldn't leave. I could handle this.

I returned with a garbage bag and some paper towels.

"You had those in your car?"

"Yeah, it's something my dad always suggested you keep in the trunk."

"For a Royal operative, he was pretty resourceful."

I bent down by the desk. "I don't think keeping a roll of Bounty in the trunk was part of his mission."

Nick moved forward, holding out the garbage bag. "Any more ideas about the alleged secret code in his letter?"

"No." I shook my head. "I have a feeling it means something, but I'm not sure what yet, although there are many things that represent the number two-hundred and ten."

"I still think if he took the time to hide a letter, then he would've just put what needed to be said in it."

I shrugged as I threw away another paper towel full of pie. "I still feel there's more. Once I go home, I'll do more digging. So what kind of operative is Juliette?" I asked with a grin. "She's a real sharp shooter. You sure you know her as well as you think you do?"

"If she were hiding something I think I'd know by now. I've lived with her for a few years."

"I lived with my dad all my life, and look what happened with that."

Nick tightened his grip on the garbage bag. "I'm trained to notice these things. It's different."

Did he notice how being this close to him was making me giddy?

"Well, between the two of you, no one stands a chance as long as there's a gun around," I replied with a quick chuckle.

"Let's not talk about Juliette anymore," he said. "I want to talk about you." Nick cleared his throat. "Your accuracy. I want to talk about your accuracy."

"Maybe it's a Waldgeist thing. My uncle said my biological dad was good at archery. When my dad taught me to use a shotgun, I was pretty accurate, too."

"Well, it was something I'd never seen before from a novice handgun user. If we practiced more you might be able to hit the 'X' every time. I could reserve the gun range again." He was looking at me like in one of my many dreams. "Just for us."

"Maybe we could do that." If we practiced more, then I might do more than just shoot. "Well, if Monroe wouldn't be too upset."

"Yeah," he scowled slightly. "Monroe."

I focused on the goop on the floor as I blocked out the rest of my thoughts. We worked swiftly to finish cleaning. It needed some real cleaner, but at least the majority of the mess was gone. As I tried to stand, Nick and I bumped heads.

"Ow, sorry!" I grabbed my head as I fell back. "Are you okay?"

Nick laughed, rubbing his temple. "Yeah. We can't occupy the same space."

"No… Umm…" The heat returned to my cheeks. "That would be difficult."

Nick stood and held out his hand. "Let me help you up."

"No, I can get up," I replied quickly, using the desk for support. If I touched him I wouldn't want to stop. I managed to get back on my feet, dusting my hands off on my skirt. I reached for the garbage bag, tying a knot in the top. "I'll dispose of this when I leave."

"Why won't you take my help?" he asked.

"I didn't need it," I simply replied as I walked back toward the trailer bed.

Nick stood between me and the bed. "Something is different about you." His grin widened. "I told you I'm trained to notice these things."

"Notice what?" I asked. My face was flushing hot again, and I couldn't control it.

"I think you know." His eyes twinkled a bit. "I'm very observant."

I bit the inside of my cheek, trying hard not to bite my lip instead. I crossed my arms and replied, "I have no clue what you're referring to."

"Or you just don't want to admit it."

I opened my mouth to reply, but I couldn't. Maybe he meant something else, and I was being paranoid again. Nick didn't budge as he waited for me to respond. Instead, I rolled my eyes slightly, turned around, and walked to the other side of the trailer, facing the wall of books as I sat on the edge of the desk. Out of sight, out of mind. Nick put his hand on my shoulder, and my heart fluttered off into space. He was touching me again. Dear goodness! I resisted the urge to put my hand on top of his.

"So are you just going to ignore me since I'm on to your little crush?" he asked with a teasing, flirtatious tone that only increased the sexiness in his voice.

"Crush?" I shot back, not daring to turn around. Oh God! He knew, he knew, he knew! "Your detective skills are way off mark, Nick," I scoffed, keeping my attention on the shelf.

"You've been acting flustered ever since you got here. You keep blushing and smoothing down your hair whenever you talk to me. Those are pretty big tells."

Had I been smoothing down my hair? I didn't even realize it. "That's ridiculous," I replied.

He let go of my shoulder. "Then look at me and say that."

"I'm busy looking over these books," I responded calmly. I couldn't keep my poker face right now. He'd see right through me if I tried to lie and tell him I wasn't feeling anything. "Are you keeping these books in order? I clearly see a few misplaced." I stood, well, I almost leaped up from the desk to fix the books, trying to breathe as I went along.

Nick was still right behind me. "There might be one or two out of place."

"Well, that messes with the order, and then the program doesn't work." I tried to sound annoyed.

"We can deal with the books later," he said, drawing his hand across my arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps behind. I bit my lip since he couldn't see.

Thank goodness his nose didn't work like Monroe's, or he'd know exactly what was on my mind. Nick turned me toward him, which I wasn't expecting. I was face to face with bold, blue eyes with those flecks of green splashed around the iris. I'd never been this close to Nick before. We were very close, and my cheeks heated up again. I caught my breath in my throat as he flashed me his toothy grin.

"Okay, what did you want to do instead of the books?" I asked as my own grin peeked out even though I tried hard to suppress it.

"I don't know, but I'm sure there's something else we can do." He reached for my arms, and I moved quickly to the other side of the desk. What was I doing? It was Nick. Was this another dream? I pinched myself. No, this wasn't a dream this time. I turned and he was still grinning. Those blue-green eyes were watching me squirm.

"Wh-Why do you keep looking at me like that?" I stammered out, trying to sound upset.

"I'm just looking at you. Is there a problem? I thought we were friends now."

I pointed at the open book lying on the desk. "Let's work on transcribing some of this German into the computer."

Nick looked down. "You mean you want to translate the German on this page that's in English?" He smirked as I pressed my lips together.

Crap, I hadn't even looked to see if it was even in German.

"Well, not that page, but I'm sure there are other pages." I hurriedly flipped through the book. "Google translate might help us. Or better yet, let's see if Monroe can translate. Let me just call him."

I couldn't stop talking. He had me all nervous. I kept going on about German as I pulled out my cell from my shoulder bag, hands shaking as I scrolled through to Monroe's number.

Nick reached for my phone before I could press the button. "We don't need to call Monroe." He set it down on the desk.

Maybe he didn't think so, but I needed him here, so I wouldn't run my hands through that dark mop of hair and... What the hell was I thinking? I moved to the other side of the desk.

Nick closed in again past the barrier the desk was providing between us. "Why do you keep backing away?" he asked.

"Because I really don't think we need to be on top of each other... I mean, not on top of... but we need…" My cheeks were burning up I was so flustered.

"See? You're doing it again." He touched my cheek which heated things elsewhere. "Why are you hiding it?"

I moved back another step. "This? This is nothing. Maybe I ought to go." I was lost in a sea of blue-green again as he inched closer. The scent of strawberries teased my nose.

"A strawberry avalanche crash over me…"

The words of Owl City echoed in my brain. Nick's hair was like an avalanche of that luscious scent.

"Maybe you should tell me that we're not feeling something between us."

"What?!" I blurted out. "Okay, now you're just full of yourself. I have Monroe, and you have Juliette and we're not..." The words stopped abruptly. I couldn't finish. My eyes met his.

Nick reached for my hand. "We're not… what?"

"We are..."

Nick leaned in and kissed me. His lips were like heaven and I gave in, completely dazed. His arms wrapped around me while his mouth continued to press into mine. My fingers slid into his hair, pulling him closer as he leaned me back against the desk.

It was wonderful… It was amazing… It… had to stop!

"Oh, my God," I gasped out as I broke our kiss, trying to find my breath. "We can't do this!"

Nick's face paled. "Sorry. I don't know what that was." He shook his head as he looked into my eyes. "But then again, it feels right, doesn't it?"

"Yeah, it does," I uttered the words before I even thought about it. Scrabbling away off the desk, I grabbed my phone. "I have to go."

I was already reaching for my purse, racing toward the door, and grasping the handle before Nick could reply. I dashed out, hands trembling as I fumbled for my keys. With a push of the button I opened the car door.

"Renée," Nick called out from the trailer as I got in and sped off.

My head was spinning as I drove home, trying to make sense of it. It was what I wanted… what I'd been dreaming about lately, and oh, wow, he felt good. So, why did I feel like I'd just robbed a bank? Fiona Apple's words sang in my brain.

"I've been a bad bad girl.
I've been careless with a delicate man.
Don't you tell me to deny it.
I've done wrong and I want to suffer for my sins…

What I need is a good defense,
'Cause I'm feelin' like a criminal.
And I need to be redeemed
To the one I've sinned against,
Because he's all I ever knew of love…"

The guilt was overpowering! It would've been better if I was losing interest in Monroe, but that wasn't the case. I loved Monroe so very much. Maybe this was just a one-time thing. Crap, but I didn't want it to be. But then again, I did. It was stupid and it couldn't happen again.

When I got home, I took a long, cold shower. I had to scrub Nick off my skin and off my mouth. No amount of soap could get him out of my head. I leaned against the tiles. What the hell was I doing?

Once I was dry and dressed, I threw my other clothes into the washer and went to the kitchen. The apple tarts were calling my name. I placed one in the microwave. I didn't have the patience to wait for it to thaw out. I needed a sugar fix, anything to replace these feelings for Nick.

I sat on the couch, eating the tart as I stared off into space. If only the thoughts of that kiss would just go away. Yet another guy had kissed me in less than a week. I was a horrible, horrible person! Now I was up to four, only with Nick I'd reciprocated, big time. God, his lips… No, no, no.

I had a sudden urge to call him. I ought to call and apologize for running out like I did. Maybe go back... I shook the thoughts out. As if he could hear me, Dire Straits played in my shoulder bag. This whole situation had me in dire straits. I ignored my phone and turned on my TV, drowning out the ring tone music. I lay on the couch, bunching a pillow under my head and putting a second one over my face.

"You can't leave me hanging like that." A voice called out, and I turned to Nick standing in my living room.

What the fuck?

"How did you get in here?" I lifted myself quickly from the couch. Did I forget to lock the door? "Why are you…?"

He didn't let me finish before he was on top of me, fingers adeptly moving under my shirt, mouth pressed against mine, taking over.

"Don't leave me again," he murmured between kisses.

"No, I won't leave you again," I replied in a daze while sliding my hands up his back. "Never again…"

The pounding on the door knocked me awake. I removed the pillow. Nick wasn't here. An infomercial was blaring loudly on the TV. What time was it? I tried to focus on the cuckoo. Two in the morning. Who the hell was at my door? Oh, no. Maybe it really was Nick this time. But he didn't know where I lived, right?

I crossed the room and looked through the peephole. Monroe. My heart froze in my chest. I smoothed down my hair and opened the door.

"There you are!" he yelled over the TV as he came in. I stepped aside so he could pass. "Have you been here this whole time?"

"Uh, yeah." My voice warbled as I tried to breathe. "I fell asleep on the couch."

Monroe walked over and pressed the off button on my TV. "It's no wonder you didn't hear me calling. Do you always keep the TV up this loud?"

"I…" I shook my head. "I'm sorry."

"I got worried." He ran his hands through his hair as he stood, facing me. "But you're here… so… I'm glad you're okay."

"Yeah, I'm fine, Monroe. You really didn't have to come all this way."

"Of course I did." Monroe came toward me and held my arms. "Are you sure you're all right? You seem kinda tense."

"You being at the door just startled me. Sorry."

He stared into my eyes, sifting through my brain. Oh, God. Nick. Did he know? Could he tell? My chest burned like a large scarlet 'A' had been branded into me.

"Well, I won't keep you. Unless… since I'm here and all…" He grinned up at me as a hint of red passed across his eyes.

"Umm… It's late, and you've got to be up early, and so do I." I looked down as I spoke. I couldn't bear to look into his eyes any longer.

"Oh… Well, okay then," he replied in a deflated tone. "Call me after work tomorrow and maybe we can just play some catch up then, okay?"

I looked up. "Sure, sounds great." I quickly walked Monroe to the door and opened it up. "Thanks for checking on me. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Hey, wait a minute," said Monroe. "Don't I get a goodbye kiss?"

I pressed my lips, holding in my breath.

"You sure you're okay?" he asked suspiciously. "I'm getting a weird vibe off you."

"Sorry. Just out of sorts."

Monroe reached for my shoulders and leaned in. He kissed me deeply and I tried to relax. If I didn't, then he'd know everything. I wrapped my arms around his neck, taking in the Old Spice. God, I loved him. Why was Nick in my brain when I had such an amazing man on my lips?

Once he let go, I forced a big smile.

"Take care of yourself," he said. "Talk to you tomorrow, okay?"

I nodded as Monroe walked off the porch and down to his VW. I closed the door and sighed, pressing my back against the door as the tears began to flow.

What the fuck was I going to do? This was so unlike me. I wasn't a cheater. I detested cheaters. I loved Monroe so much. The guilt of all the feelings, the kiss, and the other thoughts were turning my stomach in knots. But if I felt so guilty, then why did part of me want to go back for more?

A/N: Oh boy, huh? So, my dear readers, still with me? So let's trust the story and see what happens. Gonna stop here for today and let everyone catch up. Thoughts, comments, roaring upheavals?

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