Chapter 11
It was deep in the evening when Amy heard it - a creaking as her balcony door slid open, letting moonlight come streaking onto her ornate rug.
Sick or not, Amy had been through enough training already that she was sleeping much lighter, and even before that she had been taught, as a royal, to be ready to flee at any moment. She was always prepared to jump into action at the first sign of - Gaia forbid - an assassin or secret assailant, and if there was one thing Amy knew it was that she would never - ever - go down without a fight.
She woke up, her heart pounding, and rolled out of bed, legs tangling in her long nightgown, sweat breaking out under her bangs. She pushed herself to her knees and felt blindly on her nightstand until she touched something metal, hoping it could be used as a weapon.
Her quill brush. It was no giant hammer, but anything would be better than nothing when facing down whoever was attempting to enter her room.
She gripped the brush instinctively in her two hands like it was her hammer, mustering the energy to push herself to her feet and lunge forward, hoping to get the upper hand on her opponent.
Her back hit the balcony door that was still closed as she scrambled up, breathing heavily and shaking from exertion. She took as deep a breath as she could, buried a hacking cough in her chest, and whirled out into the doorway, her hair blowing back as she pointed the brush out with as much strength and intimidation as she could.
Whoever her attacker was, she wouldn't make it easy for them.
"Oooh, I'm shaking in my boots, Ames," came the familiar chuckle.
Sonic pushed himself from his position leaning on the stone banister and raised an eyebrow at her, taking in the sight of her wide eyes and wild quills. He was used to staring down the barrel of her hammer - but her hairbrush? Despite everything, he smiled guiltily at the sight.
"Sonic?" Amy gasped in shock at the unmistakable silhouette, and almost keeled over from the relief she felt seeing and hearing him standing before her. She thought she was going to be fighting for her life… she thought that he…
"Are you really…?" She felt hot tears sliding silently down her face as she slumped forward, gripping onto the door frame with relief and annoyance and delirious joy at seeing him standing before her.
"Woah there," Sonic said, taking a quick stride toward her as he watched the hairbrush she held clatter to the ground.
Amy was whimpering quietly when he reached her. Sonic opened his mouth as if to say something to comfort her but nothing came out, and his hands hovered around her shoulders pathetically. He frowned at himself and his cowardice. He could tell she was not well, in a number of ways, and yet he still struggled to find the strength to touch her, to comfort her.
To apologize.
Amy, for her part, was so grateful and so angry to see him that she didn't really care if he felt uncomfortable, and used her last bit of strength to launch herself straight into him.
She barreled into him with enough force that she heard a soft "oomph," pushed from his lungs as they collided. Amy didn't really know what she intended to do when she got him in arm's reach, but she had half a mind to start pummeling his stupid chest with her fists. When she got there, however, she soon realized that no matter how angry she was at him, she didn't really want to hit Sonic. She just felt like she did.
So she did the next best thing.
She took him in her arms and pressed her hot forehead to his chest, hugging him close to her with every ounce of spirit she had left in her. Amy held onto Sonic for dear life, with so much emotion that she was sure this hug would convince him to stay this time. As if the embrace could transfer every feeling she had held in her body for two weeks - the fury, the exhilaration, the comfort, the disappointment, the triumph, everything - to him, without having to say a single word.
Amy pressed herself into Sonic, gripping weakly onto the front of his shirt, and let the dam holding her emotions back tear open violently and torrentially.
"You absolute… piece of shit," Amy whimpered with her eyes squeezed tight. "You scared me! I didn't think you were coming back ever, and then I heard the door open and… I thought someone had come to kill me or something…"
Sonic could only wrap his arms around her, pulling her up and into him as her forehead fell back onto his chest and her quiet weeping turned into ragged sobs. He closed his eyes, rested his chin on her head, and forced himself to listen to her gut-wrenching crying, to process how fully devastated she had looked when she saw him. It was his responsibility to contend with what he had done, to wrestle with the guilt that burned so hot in his throat that he thought he felt his eyes sting.
"I - I'm sorry," he said quietly, murmuring it into her quills.
It was his first earnest apology in a long, long time.
It came out much too quickly and too quietly - he was clearly unpracticed. And more importantly, Sonic was afraid to give the moment the weight it deserved. The weight he felt in his chest. It was so heavy he feared that actually speaking it would crush them both.
When Amy said nothing he resisted the urge to bury his nose in her quills and instead asked, "Are you gonna make it back to the bed?"
Amy wiped roughly at her tears with her nightgown sleeve and rolled her eyes. Despite her breath calming, the tears continued to slip down her cheeks silently.
"Of course I'll make it to bed…" her voice cracked as she spoke, and even as she took a step to move away from Sonic, her knees buckled.
Or, they would have.
But before her bare foot could hit the floor again, her legs were swept out from underneath her as Sonic took her gently into his arms.
"Wait," she protested weakly as Sonic picked her up quietly, and a tear of frustration slipped from her eye. "Put me down, asshole."
Sonic finally felt his smile return as she cursed at him, and he looked at her with amusement.
"I'm just taking you back to bed," he promised. "Don't worry hothead, I won't tell anyone that you couldn't get there yourself."
"I can do it, I don't need your help," she tried again, but Sonic just kept moving.
Amy couldn't bring herself to look at the man as she held onto him limply and let her head loll onto his shoulder. As Sonic padded quietly into her room without giving her the satisfaction of a response, Amy sighed in annoyance and tried to relax in his arms.
The noise in her mind quieted just the slightest as she took her first deep breath and caught a whiff of him. She wondered if she imagined it, but she thought his grip around her back and under her legs tightened, and she blushed remembering the dream she had chased all day.
Now that he wasn't under so much pressure, Sonic was able to really take in Amy's room for the first time. It was nice, sure, but it didn't really feel like it belonged to her, he thought. There was a sterility to the whole space that could only be attributed to the impersonal nature of wealth. The bed spread, the furniture, the colors weren't Amy's choice, just the best money could buy. But he could see, feel, and smell her in the details; the portrait of her mother hanging over a fireplace, a vase full of wildflowers on her mantle, a bottle of metal polish peeking out from under her bed, a stack of letterhead next to an even taller pile of books on her vanity in place of any jewelry or perfumes.
A forget-me-not pin laid carefully on a small velvet pillow next to a writing quill.
Sonic glanced down at Amy again, his heart stuttering. She made for, quite literally, a hot little bundle in arms. And though it pained him to see her this way - upset, weak, struggling - he was glad he was there to carry her, even when she would claim it was unnecessary.
"The chairs," Amy croaked as he made for her bed. "The fireplace."
Sonic looked down the room to the opposite end where a fireplace held the leftovers of what had once been a roaring fire, casting the two armchairs oriented around it in a soft, rose glow. He changed direction with her and headed over so she could try and get warm.
Instead of setting her in one of the chairs, from which he was sure she wouldn't be able to benefit from the hot embers, he knelt and arranged her on the plush rug in front of the fireplace, leaning against the chair.
"I'll be right back," he assured her as he stood and turned back to her bed.
He grabbed a heavy quilt and several pillows off of it before returning swiftly to her.
Sonic knelt in front of Amy again, taking her hand to pull her forward into him as he arranged pillows behind her and wrapped her in the quilt.
"Don't worry, I won't tell anyone that you're actually a tender-hearted softy," Amy said into his shoulder.
Sonic sighed as he arranged the pillows around her, his arm keeping her pressed into him. "And here I was hoping you would be too sick to be sassy."
"You're not that lucky," Amy grumbled as he let her back down gently.
"On that, we agree. Warm enough?" he asked as he pulled the quilt around her shoulders and closed it over her.
Amy looked at him kneeling before her, the soft orange light dancing warmly across his fur and in his eyes, and nodded quietly.
The light from the dying fire silhouetted them and heated their cheeks, and they both smiled at each other sheepishly as Sonic reached out and wiped the last tear from her face.
There was so much tenderness in his touch, just like there always had been - from the moment they had met. Amy's heart melted as he did it, but she hardened her expression.
No matter how thrilled she was that he was here now, she was equally as annoyed that he left her in the first place. Only minutes ago she had been resigned to the fact that he would have to remain forever in her dreams - a slowly fading feeling that she could only seek at night for comfort, becoming a dimmer and dimmer memory until he was just a blue blur in the grand scheme of her life.
But he had come back. And if she thought about how happy she was that he had for too long, she would surely start on weeping again.
She was reminded of that feeling from her dream as she watched him finally sit back and get comfortable on her rug, only an arm's reach away. There was something familiar about what she felt while staring at him now - a faint echo of that beautiful full-body rush she had when she dreamt that he had kissed her.
But a dream was just that. A dream.
In reality, Amy knew she couldn't and wouldn't let herself feel that way. Not for Sonic, of all people. A thief, and a man who surely would never feel that way for her in return. Yesterday had made that perfectly clear to her.
Sonic sat with one leg folded under him and rested his elbow on his knee as he took the sight of her in.
There was no fire in Amy tonight. He wouldn't have thought it possible, but her brave face was gone and she sat in front of him a quaking mess. Her crying hadn't been pretty or dainty or measured. It had been a full-body release. Her emotions and the sickness had clearly tumbled through her like a cannonball, and she sat before him as raw as he had ever seen her. And he had seen her dirty, sweaty, bruised, and panting every night for two weeks.
There was no escaping what he had done. He could see plainly that he had broken something between them, and it was his job to repair it.
"I… didn't mean to scare you," Sonic began on a sigh, running a hand through his quills. He knew what he needed to say, but actually saying it proved so much harder than he thought.
"I'm just… glad you came back," Amy whispered, her voice heavy with emotion.
Sonic opened his mouth, but paused as he tried to meet her eyes and got lost in her stare. Her eyes shone, and the fire made it seem like she emitted a soft, peach glow. He could read everything in her stare, she hid nothing from him. Her relief, her joy, at seeing him was flattering, but it also made him feel even worse.
"Amy, I…" he sighed in frustration when words wouldn't come to him.
Amy didn't speak, didn't bail him out from having to say it. She just watched as he squeezed his eyes shut and worked through what was cluttering his mind. She studied him as several pained expressions flashed across his face in sequence, his jaw clenching and unclenching.
"I feel like…" he began, then opened his eyes and looked at her. "...I know I was a real jerk yesterday. I didn't… think about you. And even though I was mad at you for lying, I know you made that choice because you were thinking about me and I just - I'm not used to being… I never really had to… ugh!" he growled in frustration, one fist clenching around the ring at his neck.
"It's ok, I made a mistake, too," Amy said quietly. "I should've listened to myself, should've told you when I could feel that I was ready to trust you with all of this. I just… have a lot to be afraid of… A lot of different things to consider."
"No," Sonic shook his head with vexation. "You owed me nothing. I just… I'm…" He closed his eyes, his teeth gritted, and slid his hand forward onto hers on the rug. He took a breath before opening his eyes again, looking at her earnestly.
"I'm going to be here for you for all of it," Sonic said with conviction, then added, "for the tournament, I mean. You can count on me, Ames. I won't… I won't let you go out there alone. I'll be with you every night - if you want me - and when the time comes for you to step out there, into that arena, I will be there. And win or lose… I won't let you die -" Sonic winced, the last word stinging him even as he spoke it. He had misstepped, he knew. To try and cover it up, he repeated quietly, "I won't let you do it alone. I… know how hard that is…"
Amy began to cry silently again as he spoke, tears slipping freely down the sides of her muzzle.
"And," Sonic said, swallowing and squeezing her hand as he endured the pain of giving voice to what he regretted most, "I'm sorry that I left yesterday, and made you think for even a second that you would have to do it all by yourself. I… I was just… afraid." Sonic almost whispered the last word as he shook his head at himself, angry at how impossible it felt to even say it.
But he had said it, and he could feel himself take a full breath for the first time all day.
"Thank you," Amy said, trying not to dissolve. Her voice and her gaze was steady, and Sonic knew she meant it.
He nodded, his hand still on hers but his face turned away, and Amy thought she saw his eyes glisten as they sat in the moment for as long as she thought he could handle it.
"You know…" Amy said finally, "for weeks I wanted to tell you everything." She laughed wetly through her tears. "I wanted to tell you about why I'm competing, I wanted to tell you Shadow and I's plan, I wanted to tell you when the Duke of Yokely RSVP'd to my stupid engagement ball."
Sonic looked back at her with bemused confusion, his hand still on hers, suddenly remembering that there was an engagement to worry about on top of all of this.
" - It's because the Duke of Yokely is nearly 80 and widowed," Amy laughed through a sob off of his expression. "And he's bringing his son - who is widowed - who is bringing his son, who is finally interested in finding a wife. A kitchen girl of mine whose brother works in his castle said that all three of them have a bet going - about which one of them will win my hand and get to be king." Amy laughed until it turned into a cry, and then she couldn't stop herself, and wept.
"And I -" a sob rocked through her and she let go of Sonic's hand to press the heels of her hands into her eyes, "I wanted to tell you days ago because I thought that we could laugh at it together, so that I wouldn't have to be devastated about it alone."
Under any other circumstance, Sonic would've laughed at the pathetic insanity of three generations of men - grandfather, father, and son - competing for the hand of the same woman, all of them positive that one of them would be able to win their agreed-upon prize. But now, he could only feel bleak as the severity of the entirety of Amy's situation dawned on him.
"Chaos, Ames…" Sonic said, hanging his head. "To be honest, I didn't even think about…"
The engagement. He thought. She's going to be engaged.
"Yeah, I try not to, too," she said, wiping her nose with a bitter laugh.
Sonic hadn't thought about the engagement ball. Perhaps he had shut that part of the problem out because he hated to think of it. And he really hated to think about it, he realized.
"All those stupid men who don't care about me…" Amy said as if picking up on his own train of thought, "and I have no choice, I have to pick one. There's gotta be one good one, or even one tolerable one out there - right?"
"I… really don't think there does have to be one tolerable one, Ames," Sonic said regretfully, leaning back against the chair and putting a hand to his head. "I haven't met a single noble who -"
He stopped himself and glanced at her.
"Scratch that, I have met one good noble, but I think that means the slot is taken," he said sympathetically.
Amy let out an amused huff of air before wiping her nose on the quilt.
"I think that's the nicest thing you've ever said to me," she said, and they exchanged a bemused glance.
They were so close to the same smile, the same banter as before, but now it was tinged with a growing pain. Tinged with history. Underscored by betrayal and forgiveness and understanding. Familiar, but new.
Something harder and heavier and better and deeper than what it once was.
"You know, yesterday you risked everything for me, for my friend…" Sonic said. "Thank you. I don't think I ever said that."
"I should probably thank you back," Amy countered seriously.
Sonic turned his head from her. "Don't do that, I don't deserve that," he said with disgust.
"But you do," Amy insisted.
"You're the one risking your life for the kingdom - which does include my sorry ass - and you're thanking me?"
"It's your sorry ass who's training me to win at the Tournament in the first place, so yes!" she said, and longed to scoot closer to him. Instead, she sighed and said, "Listen, if I lose -"
"Which you won't -"
"Then you can start feeling sorry for yourself, ok?"
Sonic waved his hand at her and shook his head.
"You can't think like that," he said gravely. "You'll win. I'll make sure of it."
Amy hummed softly. "You're so much more optimistic than Shadow - he's so realistic about everything… I don't know which is more helpful."
Sonic's ears perked at the name and he swallowed.
"So Shadow is…" he waved his hands vaguely, trying to sound casual.
"My personal guard," Amy nodded. "This whole thing was his idea, actually. He's been secretly training me for a year, at my request."
"And why would he do something like that?" Sonic asked, watching her from the corner of his eye.
Amy shrugged and pulled the quilt closer around her.
"We've known each other for over 10 years. He… saw something in me that I didn't. Or, hadn't yet, I guess," she said with a soft smile. "An annoying persistence maybe?" she joked. "A kid with anger issues?"
"Nah, he probably just saw what we all do - a beautiful woman who could lead an entire nation into a new era," he said, and froze when she looked at him. He cursed himself for his slip of the tongue - this was why he didn't relax around other people.
"Actually, that's the nicest thing you've ever said to me," Amy teased, her eyes finally dry.
"So what's this genius plan your knight in shining armor made up?" Sonic said, sounding salty even to himself as he scrambled to change the subject. "You've gotta let me in on the full scale of this mutiny if I'm going to help you."
Amy's gaze lowered. "Pretty simple. My plan was for you to train me for two months until Shadow comes back just in time for my birthday celebration. Shadow's plan was that I find a doormat there and let the sap think he's going to be King for a month while I keep training with him. I win the Tournament of Champions, I earn the respect of both my father and the kingdom at large, and I declare myself fit to rule alone having proven I have the skill to be the captain of the royal guard. My dad relents, I decree that a woman can have the full rights to the monarchy, and then I am crowned the sole ruler of the Rose Kingdom. I break it off with the doormat, and then we all live happily ever after. The end."
"'We all live happily ever after'? Really? That's part of Shadow's plan?" Sonic teased.
"Well, he didn't say that, no," Amy said with a smile, her cheeks beginning to turn rosy from the hearth. "I suppose that's my hope. After the tournament is when all my plans to get us there begin: a public university run out of the castle, for starters, and a redistribution of finances toward building affordable housing for those who don't belong to a Lord or Lady... Things like that."
Sonic smiled at her, thinking he would like for the plan to be that easy so she could make good on all her 'happily ever after' dreams.
"That sounds great and all, but for a knight who claims to want to help you, Shadow sure came up with a shoddy plan," he said, eyebrows raised at her jokingly.
Amy returned his look with concern. "I mean, I know it's not guaranteed to work. Even if I did win my dad might still -"
"No, none of that," Sonic waved her off. "For starters, I'm not just handing you back to Shadow after two months and going on my merry way. Does he know about me?" Sonic asked, not afraid if he did, but not particularly thrilled either.
Amy pressed her lips together before shaking her head no.
"Well, whether you want to tell him or not is your business, but I'll be your head trainer from now on. The guy did the best he can, I'm sure, but I'll be taking it from here. I said I'd be here for you the whole time, and I mean to make good on that."
Amy opened her mouth but Sonic held up a hand.
"I mean it, Ames. I already promised you I would be here every night if you wanted. Can't go back on a promise like that. Besides, I'm not afraid of getting caught or arrested." He cocked his head and winked at her. "We both know that a jailbreak from here is easier than it looks - if you know the right people. Keep training with him if you want, but I think you know that you're going to need… supplementary lessons if you're going to win."
"It's too bad you aren't entering the tournament," Amy mused with mischief in her eyes. "You sure talk a big game for a guy who doesn't have to go up against Shadow himself."
"How good can the guy be?" Sonic shrugged with a devilish smile. "He couldn't even come up with a plan that kept you from having to do the worst part - get engaged to some rich bastard. If I were in charge, we would've come up with a way around that. In fact, you should probably fire this Shadow guy for giving you bad counsel," Sonic said, puffing his chest for comedic effect.
"When I am Queen," Amy said seriously, "Shadow will be made an official advisor to the crown for his 'bad counsel', and you will be made the court jester so I can legally throw tomatoes at you every night. Besides… How bad could engagement be?"
Even as she asked the question, Amy felt her uncertainty creep into her voice. They both knew the answer.
Bad. It could be very bad.
"We would just be engaged, we wouldn't have to…" Amy swallowed that thought and Sonic scoffed at her embarrassment. "And - " she moved swiftly on, "my father mentioned today that it might be good for whomever I choose to win the tournament… Just imagine that," she laughed and let her head fall back onto the seat of the chair as she dreamed. "I beat the living shit out of my own fiancé and the prospective King in front of everyone."
Sonic chuckled watching a smile bloom on her lips, but grabbed onto the ring on his neck.
"As sweet as that does sound…" he said quietly, staring into the flickering coals, "I think that the best plan is one where you don't have to put up with some stranger's shit for a month. I would have figured out a solution, if I was there," he assured her.
Amy sighed and smiled at him. "By all means, if you have any ideas, I'm all ears."
They lapsed into silence then. Sonic oscillated between watching the coals die in the fireplace and watching Amy's face. It seemed she was doing the same, and every so often their eyes met and they both smiled self-consciously.
"Sonic?" Amy finally asked as they locked eyes again.
"Mmm?"
She used the last of her strength to lean forward and slide her hand over his again. She stopped herself from sighing happily at the feeling, and instead kept her eyes on the rug.
Sonic took a deep breath, his heartbeat speeding up as he watched her lean into him. He prepared himself to pull away to save them both, when she stopped and looked up at him.
"When I am Queen, you will have your freedom. You will have… whatever it is you want," Amy said.
Sonic froze. He blinked and began to sort through his immediate thoughts.
What he wanted…
At that moment, he really only wanted her to keep leaning in. To his chagrin, his first thought had been about her lips, the feel of her fur in his fingers, the sound of her breathing catching in her throat. What he wanted was to face another fear bubbling up in his stomach.
What he needed was to leave before that happened.
"Bedtime!" he sighed loudly, springing up from the ground. He was aware that Amy was watching him disappointedly as he stood and brushed off his clothes. Was she disappointed that nothing had happened? Or just that he had broken a moment for him to share more about himself with her? Either way, Sonic felt annoyed at himself.
"Fine," Amy said with an obvious attitude. "Don't tell me what you want then, but one day or another you'll have to tell me! I'll figure you out yet Sonic the - oh!"
She gasped as he lifted her up from deep in a pool of quilt and pillow, pulling her easily back into his arms.
"In your dreams, Princess Amelia Rose," he laughed at her with a wink, and walked over to settle her into bed.
In her dreams… Amy thought as she smiled up at him. Sonic couldn't even begin to imagine what went on in her dreams.
"Don't bother coming to training tomorrow," Sonic said as he pulled a quilt over her. "You'll need at least one more night of rest, probably more to really recover." He reached up to tuck the covers over her shoulders and then smoothed her bangs out of her face, tucking her quills back and pressing his hand to her cheek once more in the dark.
"Sonic?" Amy said again, and Sonic froze, his palm still on her cheek, his fingers tucked partially under her head. He hadn't realized what he was doing, but he thought that perhaps she had and now he was going to have to explain himself.
"I do want that," Amy said softly. She hadn't been terribly tired since first waking, but with Sonic's petting, his hand still on her cheek, she was suddenly quite drowsy.
"What?" he rasped, his heart pounding as he tried not to move, leant over her in the bed. Had she somehow known what he had been thinking of?
"You said you would be with me every night - if I wanted it. I do," she said, and closed her eyes contentedly.
"...Oh." Biting his lip, Sonic pulled his hand from her cheek and turned away from her. He felt confused and exasperated by his own uncontrollable heart, mind, and body. He shut his eyes and tilted his head to the ceiling trying to settle his pulse, a smile slipping onto his lips at her words.
"But I'll only promise not to come to training tomorrow if you promise to visit again," Amy said, wishing she had the energy to reach out and stop him from going. "And if you… promise to tell me about that ring of yours," she said, her breath slowing. "After that, maybe I'll consider forgiving you for yesterday."
"You drive a hard bargain Ames, but I suppose I must agree to your terms now that I know I'm committing treason every time I tell you no," Sonic said, with an exaggerated sigh. "And besides, we need to figure out your new training regimen for next month. I have some ideas…" He opened his eyes and trailed off as he spotted her abandoned blanket still on the ground by the fireplace and quickly moved to grab it up. Sonic knew he needed to ask her about a lot - about Tails and Knuckles, about that odd ring - but he would take it one step at time. She needed rest.
And for now, they always had tomorrow.
"Hey Ames," Sonic said thoughtfully, rubbing the quilt between his fingers. "Do you mind if I take…" he turned around, and saw that Amy's head was tilted, nestled comfortably in a pillow. Her mouth opened slightly as she breathed in and out in quiet puffs of air.
Sonic couldn't be sure if she was fully asleep yet, but she was definitely on her way there. His head fell to the side as he watched her for a moment, a lop-sided smile on his face. When she finally emitted a soft snore, he chuckled lightly. He was absolutely going to tease her about that tomorrow.
He turned to leave, quilt still in hand, sure she wouldn't miss it.
The wind soothed Sonic as he ran back to camp. He could always count on the feeling of the wind to comfort him, it had always been the one constant in his life.
And yet, he realized that it carried a different scent than usual that night. The wind whipped around him dizzyingly, smelling of something almost intoxicating, something that had him smiling.
It wasn't until he stepped into the clearing of thieves when it finally hit him. His bandana, his shirt, the quilt - him.
It all smelled like her now. It all smelled like wildflowers and the wind.
A/N: Hello everyone! I am hoping to add another chapter sooner this time, I just wanted to link to a few things for you, the first being Pelusa's ( _rat_riot on Twitter) beautiful illustrations they did recently for this story that brought so many people to it. They are truly something else and illuminate this story so incredibly. Do yourself a favor and go look at them at the first link below. Secondly is a link to my personal Sonamy playlist! Someone asked about music for reading this, and while I don't have that, I DO have music for writing it! If you give it a listen I hope you enjoy, it can be listened to either on shuffle or in order. That's all for now, back soon with more, I promise. Love, Bee.
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