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xxgoblin-dumplingxx · 3 years

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Rock On: One

“Y/N!”

You could hear your boss bellowing down the hall and you added an extra handful of beans to the coffee grinder. It was going to be a long fucking day.

“Why are all these goddamn people in my house?”

You stop for a second and blink at him. Last night must have been a hell of a party in his room if he didn’t remember that this wasn’t his house.

“Hate to break it to you Thor but this isn’t your house, and these goddamn people are here to set up for the stripper brigade.”

You wait for the words to penetrate as you doctor up his cup of coffee, blinking like he’d never seen the sun. And you also slide him the eyedrops out of your purse.

“Shit,” he groaned.

He drops into a chair and you slipe his coffee to him, “You signed the contract,” you scold.

“Yeah but… 20 fucking women?”

“Isn’t that like 4 less than your record for one night?” you ask, quirking an eyebrow as you sip your own black coffee.

“Why are you busting my balls this morning?” Thor demanded, banging his fist on the counter, “I mean fuck.”

“Because Mr. I don’t need a label,” you sigh, “You fucked around and now I’m stuck riding herd on a bunch of hyper active blonde bimbos that just wanna fuck a rock star. And I. Don’t. Appreciate it.”

You glare at him and Thor squirms uncomfortably on his stool. He can tell that you’re uncomfortable. You hate being in front of cameras. You hate dealing with the women that flock around him. You’ve always hated it. The puking. The crying. The annulments. You hate it.

And he knows that it’s not your job. Not really. You’re his assistant. You’re there to organize his life. To make sure that he gets where he needs to be.

“How come you never kiss my ass?” Thor asked. Thankful that you also hated it when he apologized.

“I made a promise,” you say shrugging, turning towards the fridge, going to try and find something to eat. You need to eat and soak up some of the caffeine you’ve already had this morning or you’re going to vibrate into a new plane of existence and fight god.

“When?” Thor demanded.

“About 10 years and a 1000 benders ago, boss.”

Thor could only grunt at that. But, when you set a bagel on the counter for him, he smiled his thanks. At least he knew there was one person that was going to tell him the truth. Even if it came with getting his ass ridden.

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Thor could hear the women. The high soft voices and the smell of too much perfume. It made his stomach turn over. And agitated the hangover that had never really gone away, despite your best efforts. And he was thankful for the women standing behind him.

Women that he was unashamed to refer to as “The Power Behind the Throne.” You, his Personal assistant that kept him from looking too stupid and Brunhilde. His bodyguard. The Ex-Marine that made sure none of the groupies could get too crazy.

It made him feel… A little better. Less adrift.

“Brunhilde,” he murmurs, half turning his head, “You know what to do right?”

“Send the ones with Crazy eyes home first,” she said, and he can hear the eye-roll even if he can’t see it.

“Y/N-”

“I’ll be lurking near by listening to everything and I’ll give you a full report if you black out.”

“Peaches,” he said, realizing you smelled like peaches. “You’re both peaches. Not plums. Peaches.”

He also doesn’t have to be looking at you to know that you and Brunhilde are trading a look behind his back. Sometimes, he missed the days when you hated eachother. But this was not that day. Today, he needed both of you to help him because he could feel it. This party was about to be some bullshit.

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“Oh my god I love your music so much!”

“You’re really attractive for your age!”

“Uhm- I uhm-”

Staci, Stacy, Candy, Brandi, Jasmine, Cora, Aimee-lynn, Jamie-lynn, Remington… So many names. And they bounced around his head like ping pong balls. And there were so many details. So many words. It just… he didn’t know how he was going to do this. And he was… well he was thankful that you were lurking. Somewhere. Taking down all the details for him.

And he was thankful Brunhilde had thinned the herd, just a little. And she caught the ones that instantly gave him “If you don’t love me, I’ll kill you,” vibes.

“Do you need a beer?” he asked the girl that was trying to give him a lap dance. He wasn’t sure what her name was. But he knew if he didn’t get her off his lap he’d probably never use his dick again. It was less of a lap dance and more of viscous dry beating.

“Sure-” she started.

“Great!” he said shifting her over quickly and Steadying her on her feet. And he made his escape while the getting was good.

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When a shadow falls over your clip board, you push your glasses up and sigh, “Can I help you?”

You know it isn’t Thor. Or the Production team. Because the twin giggling shadows reeked or cotton candy and shed glitter on your paper.

“So… When we marry Thor are you going to be like… Or nanny or something?”

You clear your throat and look up. They tower over you. Models, you remember. Jessi and Lori. The two that the production team picked because they can probably get some decent shots of them being liquid lesbians. Which is gross but evidently necessary for good TV.

“I’m Thor’s Assisstant,” you explain, trying to be patient. You’re reasonably sure you could probably set their breath on fire.

“So…” The one you’re pretty sure is named Jessi looks at you blankly. And like you’ve done so many times before, you grab her hair and try to aid her away from any innocent bystanders while she vomits straight tequila onto the marble.

“Thor’s so fucking lucky that the job market sucks,” you mutter.

#Thor x reader #Angst #Alcohol #Rockstar!Thor

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fiery-assassin-arc · 3 years

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꧁༒☬𝓦𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝓾𝓹 𝓒𝓪𝓵𝓵--𝓘𝓻𝓲𝓼'𝓼 𝓟𝓞𝓥☬༒꧂ Embers and Ashes CH. 3

How did she end up out there?

She’s been out for hours. Her clothes are all torn.

My consciousness swims in a sea of black, thunder pounding.

It’s from when she fell, most like. See the cuts on her leg and arms? From the branches and rocks.

My chest hurts, an ache I haven’t felt in years. Where he crushed my rib.

Will she be okay, Doctor?

Give her a day’s rest, and someone to watch her in case of any other symptoms. She might have a concussion. Her Royal Highness will be right as rain, as I say back home.

Thank you.

I am so cold that I shiver as I hear the door shut. Someone get me out of this nightmare.

Aodh, tell your Mother to make some tea. I’ll stay with your sister until she wakes up.

A phantom touch of his hand on my neck sends me body into an alarm, jerking upright in the bed. I’m in my room. Not in the woods where Remington attacked me. My hands, shaking, go to my own body, covered in bandages. I smell like pine and dirt and blood. My eyes dart in every direction, looking for traces of him.

But instead I see my father sitting on the edge of my bed, a worried look in his ember eyes.

The way those shadows touched me… it feels violating. Rough hands growing through the skin and muscle. I gag.

Father is quick, grabbing a basin to put under my chin as I expel my stomach of bile, shaking.

“It’s okay, fireball. Get it out.” He gently pushes my hair back, shushing me gently as my stomach muscles contract from the pain. It’s empty now. Dry heaving after two minutes, I lift my head to accept the tissue in his hand.

“Thanks,” I mumble, wiping my mouth. “How long was I—”

“One thing at a time.” He tells me, taking the basin to the bathroom. “Why were you out in the woods?”

My body freezes. How can I? When he thinks I fell? “Um.”

“Don’t you ‘um’ me. What happened?”

“I . . . I was chasing someone.” I say softly, taking a cup of water conveniently on my nightstand. “They were on castle grounds.”

“Mind telling me who it was? A spy? Did you get him at all?” He returns to his chair, crossing his legs.

“Remington,” I mutter. His name brings something sour to my tongue. I force it down.

“I didn’t quite catch that, honey.”

“It was Remington. He’s back.” I say more loudly, feeling the silent confirmation. He was back in flesh and blood by Kronika. As I look at my Father, see myself in those amber eyes. I see a scared little girl. I look five years younger.

It’s silent for so long until I hear that tone in his voice. Feel the pressure from his hand squeezing mine.

“Iris.”

He doesn’t believe me.

He sounded like he did when I was five and was scared of the boogeyman.

Sweetheart, it doesn’t exist. Almost the same as, He’s dead and not coming back.

“Now before you go complete ‘you’re-reliving-a-trauma,’ I know what I saw. I know what I experienced. Look at my neck.” I push my hair back, showing the fingerprints he left. I know he did. “He choked me before I blacked out.” Before he stepped on my head.

Father examines my neck, and leans back. Steeples his fingers. “If he is back—”

“He is.” I almost shout. My father knows me. He knows I’m not lying.

“I’m simply stating a hypothetical. Why wait this long to show up?”

“Playing games, like he always does.” I roll out of the bed, dig for some clean clothes. Sure, it’s been over two years since I’ve killed him. Doesn’t mean I’ve started picturing him coming back. When Kronika ultimately fucked up our timeline, people from the past cannot find their way back to their timeline. And somehow she brought the dead back.

So he’s stuck here. Until I kill him AGAIN. And this time, he’s staying dead.

“Iris, I think you need to rest. You cannot move in your condition.” He states, seeing me throw on a jacket. He gets up, walks over to me.

“It’s just a concussion. I’ll be okay.” A slight dizzy feeling hits me, but I shake it off.

“The doctor said you need to rest. And I agree, and just where are you going?”

I sigh and maneuver around him with ease, calling over my shoulder. “To see a friend.”

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“And Dad had the gall to say that I’m probably making this up—although he didn’t say it out loud—but I’m not! I know what happened last night. Cassie knew that I was staring out in space half the time when we had to deal with the whole time-warp thing. I am not crazy. I’ve gotten sleep. And no, I haven’t gone to therapy—HEY. Are you even listening to me?!”

Takeda looks up from his tea, slurping loudly. Hanzo would have lightly scolded him for that. But he’s gone, and this new Scorpion is distant. It must sting. He swallows, holds up a hand. “I hear every word, and every thought. But maybe you should take a moment to think.”

I sigh, nearly boiling my cup of tea. I’m here in the Shirai Ryu Temple with Takeda. He was taking a break from wedding planning with Jacqui, and I needed someone to vent since I feel my family would not be best.

Now I’m rethinking that.

“Iris, it’s been how long since he’s been dead?”

“Two years, five months, two days, and fifteen minutes.” I say, taking a sip of my tea. “But now that he’s alive, it’s all reset.”

“And have you ever processed it? Your killing him?”

I scoff lightly. “You think I’m traumatized? Why would I be traumatized about it?”

He leans back, moving the cup clockwise. “You might be haunted by what happened. Yes, you killed him. But how did it happen? You simply told me the fight was very grueling.” On that I bite my tongue from speaking on anything else. The fight is as vivid a memory in my head than a sunrise at the Lin Kuei temple. It felt like the longest fight we ever had. No powers used after we had spent it dodging the other, just hands and feet and teeth. He had me pinned, stabbing me with a dagger. My hands, clawing at his face, digging to find a way to hold on.

Then I remembered how I weakened him, scorching his skin enough to distract and I tore into his chest like a Christmas present, and my gift was a hot beating heart.

Plucked like an apple from a tree, and biting into it felt like eating raw steak. Tough, salty, bloody.

“It was simply long, he had the upper hand since where he was, he had some sort of power boost.” I say quietly. I hear the sound of the cup touching the table. “I felt so weak there, my flames simply fading… It took an ounce of luck. Maybe it was because I saw that Morrigan was in my favor.”

“Morrigan?”

“She’s the Goddess of both destruction and rebirth, is associated with crows. Celtic.” I explain. “I saw a crow near him on the day of the ‘wedding,’ and I knew. Anyway, I managed to win.”

“Because of a crow. Interesting.” He muses. “Now circling back, you must feel something from that day. Relief, fear, anger. Some of these things can make you see things that aren’t there.” At first I think he’s talking about me, but then his eyes go towards the portrait in the room. One of Master Hasashi, one of the unfortunate casualties from Kronika’s meddling. General Blade was the first.

Master Hasashi was next, then Frost. None of us cared when Kotal died later on. He got what he deserved. Bastard.

“Hard to believe he’s gone.” Takeda says quietly.

“What about his past self?” I argue. “Is he . . . okay?”

At that he scoffs. “More so the horror stories of him being revenge fueled is true. I’ve told him to let me take over. It’s what Master Hasashi would have wanted.” He shakes his head, and says with an irritable tone, “Don’t know why he gave his past self the honor of leading us. We almost went back to his ways. Nearly going after Lin Kuei.” He looks up, coughs as he reads my face.

I’m not at good terms with them. Nor with my Grandmaster. Or should I say former.

“To what brought you here in the first place,” Takeda begins, and I straighten my spine. “Let’s say he is back. Why attack you, and leave you to be found?”

“Same reason he had me run in the woods as part of my exile. He likes watching me suffer, barely get out with my life.” I roll my eyes and lean back. “What should I do?”

“If he is back, you can find out where he is, hunt him down.” Takeda suggests. “Have some of us help. We have a tracker on the squad since Kung Jin left.”

“Wait, he left?” I attempt to sound surprised, but Kung Jin always carried the lone wolf persona. Even though he helped save the world from Shinnok, I notice it’s been a while since I’ve seen or heard of him.

“It’s a long story, no worries.” He waves a hand in dismissal. Guess it was hurtful for Takeda, losing someone who was like a friend.

“You know you can tell me anything.” I offer, hoping he’ll open up.

“Iris, it’s fine.” He says, leaning to pat my hand gently. “But can I offer you one piece of advice Hanzo told me?”

“Of course.”

“You think too long on revenge, it’ll eventually consume you.”

#long post #of embers and ashe #𝔄𝔰 𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔢𝔱𝔬𝔩𝔡 𝔟𝔶 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔇𝔯𝔞𝔤𝔬𝔫𝔰 (𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔫)#{{ SURPRISE BITCH

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iplaydrake · 5 years

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Full Circle - Chapter 4 - WE'RE BROKE... SEND HELP!

Catch Up Here :

CHAPTER 3 - GOOD-BYE TO ALL THAT

Author’s Note : This story is gonna get a little dark. Suicide, Assault (both physical and sexual), Gun Violence, Blood, Swearing. Please read with caution. Positive feedback, constructive criticism, and reblogging are always welcome. I own nothing except the storyline of my MC. Everything else belongs to Pixelberry.

Pairing : (Eventually) Drake x MC

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She thought she had prepared herself to deal with her past, but nothing could have prepared her for the feelings she had when she saw Drake for the first time. She was proud of herself for keeping her cool, but as she walked away from him and Kiara, she suddenly felt overwhelmed. She texted Maxwell to let him know she was not feeling good and she was going back to her room to lay down. After packing her bags, she laid on her bed thinking about how she got to where she was and much to her dismay, her mind slowly drifted to that night...

*** FLASHBACK – SWEET 16 ***

She walked out of the bathroom and heard someone call out to her. “Happy Birthday, Lady Remington. My, don't you look... Pretty!” She couldn’t help but recoil at the tone in Madeline’s voice, but still smiled as she greeted her, Kiara, and Penelope.

“Thank you, Countess Madeline... Girls... And thank you all so much for coming to my party!”

“Oh, of course dear! So, listen… We have a little surprise for you!”

“Really? You didn't have to. Just having you come-”

Before she could finish, Madeline grabbed her by the hand and led her outside towards the stables. It was dark and Remi could barely see anything in front of her. Suddenly, out of nowhere, she was grabbed from behind, a hand clamping down over her mouth. She began to fight as hard as she could as she recognized the voices around her, and she feared the worst at hearing Lord Neville and Tariq. She screamed for help but it was no use.

“Hurry! Get the cloth for her mouth!”

“Tariq, hold her down!”

She continued fighting, and as soon as she felt the hand lift from her mouth, she screamed with everything she had. “Drake, help-!"

She could feel Madeline’s breath near her ear as the cloth was roughly placed in her mouth, and Remi’s eyes went wide as she spoke, “Oh Duck, you can’t be THAT dumb… You think Kiara's boyfriend is going to help you? What makes you think he's not guarding the door?”

***** END OF FLASHBACK *****

She was quickly brought out of her thoughts as Bertrand came barging into her room, Maxwell behind him with apologetic eyes. “Remington, have you forgotten where you've come from? You were incredibly rude today. These people came to your home to support you after the death of your parents and you just ignored them all day.”

After everything she'd been through that day, that was the last straw. She did nothing to hide her anger as she slowly stood up and glared at him. “You know, you have a lot of nerve, Bertrand. Don't you DARE tell me these people, who, in case you forgot are the reason I left home to begin with, came here for me because that's bullshit and you know it!”

“Remington watch your tone.”

“No, Bertrand! I'm not a child, and you will not scold me like one! I owe these people nothing and I’ll be damned if you think I’m going to kiss ass for-”

As she was speaking, Maxwell noticed her bags packed by the door and interrupted her. “Remi, what... Are you leaving?”

“You're damn right, I'm leaving. I'm going back to MY life in New York where I've been doing just fine without you people.” As much as it was aimed at Bertrand, she immediately regretted it as a look of hurt flashed in Maxwell's eyes.

Before she could apologize to him, Bertrand spoke up. “You can't leave. There is an urgent family matter we need to discuss.”

“Whatever my inheritance is from Father's Estate, keep it! I've been fine without anyone’s help since I turned 18 and I'll keep being fine on my own.”

“There is no inheritance, Remington! We're broke! And this year's social season is about Prince Liam trying to find a Bride. So, you need to step up for your family and try to win his heart so some semblance of normalcy can be returned to us.”

Maxwell knew what was coming and winced involuntarily. “Are you kidding me right now?! SERIOUSLY?!” she screamed. “You haven't spoken to me in 6 years! How many times were you around when I was on the phone with Maxwell or Mother and you couldn’t even be bothered to say hello?! Hell, you didn’t even let me know you had a goddamn kid! And now, you're trying to PIMP me out so you could continue living in the 'lap of luxury' you've become accustomed to?! Well, you know what, Bertrand? GO FUCK YOURSELF!” she stormed out, leaving him stunned. As she made her way out of her room, she nearly ran right into Liam and Drake, who quickly jumped out of the way, knowing they had been caught eavesdropping. They avoided eye contact with her, each pretending to admire a painting on the wall. “Just fucking perfect.” She mumbled to herself.

Maxwell was so proud of her in that moment. He smirked and shook his head at Bertrand, before following Remi out of her room and down the hall. He knew exactly where she would be. It was her favorite spot in the whole house and at this moment he was grateful he was the only one who knew about it. As he walked past Liam and Drake, they all shared a quiet laugh at Remi's outburst. If there was any question as to whether NY was good for her confidence, she just proved it had been.

She sat with her legs dangling off the edge of the roof, shaking her head as she heard Maxwell come up behind her. She took another puff of her cigarette before putting it out on the shingles. “You know, that should have been included in one of our many conversations over the years... Along with the tattoo!” He said, motioning to the small semi-colon on her wrist.

“Tattoos... Just in the interest of full disclosure.” She said with a laugh. “And this I don’t do often, just when I'm stressed. And trust me, right now I am definitely stressed... Maxwell, I'm so sorry about what I said. I didn’t -”

“Stop! I know what you meant.” They smiled at each other before he continued. “Listen Rem, as much as I don't want to agree with Bertrand, he's right. We need you and it's not just because of the money.”

“Maxwell, you can't be serious?! You, of all people, know what I went through as a kid at court. You think I want to willingly put myself through all that again?”

“I know, but you’re not that kid anymore; there is no more “Ugly Duckling”. And hey, who knows? Maybe this is exactly what you need to help put everything behind you, to put that night behind you…” She started to interrupt, but he put his hand up, stopping her. “I know you don’t want to talk about it, but I’m here when you’re ready. I promised you in New York and I’ll promise you again. I’ll protect you this time, no matter what! You won’t be alone!”

“I… I don't know if I can face everyone, Maxwell. Today was a lot harder than I thought it was gonna be. And to have to rub elbows with the likes of Madeline and Kiara, just to get to spend a couple of extra minutes with Liam, I-”

“Woah, LaLaLaLaLa!” He put his fingers in his ears before continuing, “Listen, I'm the VERY LAST person that wants my best friend to be dating my sister, so let’s pretend that’s not why you’re doing this... Look at it this way: if you stay, you'll get to show everyone else up. You could use this as an opportunity to beat Madeline at something she’s convinced she’s already won! Not only that, I just got you back. I'm not ready for you to be gone again. And as for our brother? He means well… I think when you showed up 21 years ago he had no idea what to do with you!” He laughed at his own joke as he put his arm around her, pulling her close to him and she laid her head on his shoulder.

“I don't know how you keep convincing me to do things I do NOT want to do...”

His head shot up, “Really?! Does that mean you'll stay? That's so great! Let's go tell Bertrand.”

She sighed as he helped her stand up and they headed inside through the window. They walked the way they sat; His arm around her, her head on his shoulder. They stopped in the living room, noticing Bertrand talking to Liam and Drake.

“Remington, we should continue this discussion in private.”

“No need, Bertrand, I'll stay.” He was about to interrupt when she put her hand up to stop him, before continuing. “I have a few conditions though.” He eyed her expectantly. “First of all, you are not allowed to have any expectations. I'm staying for myself, to get closure. Whatever happens, however this plays out, is on my terms. Second, you will not interfere, in anything…” Her voice had been firm until that point but softened as she continued. “Unless I need you to. And finally, me and you… We’re fixing our relationship. You must have dinner with me once a week… and we have to talk... The whole time! That’s it, it’s not up for discussion.”

She held her hand out for him to shake as an agreement of her terms and he stared at her, seeming to weigh his options. He stuck his hand out as well, but she immediately pulled him into a hug and smiled to herself as he tensed up. “Get over it, Bertrand. We’re family!”

Drake, Liam, and Maxwell watched the exchange, all feeling relief that she was staying for now. She slowly pulled back from Bertrand before turning to face everyone else. She smiled at Maxwell and Liam, but as she looked at Drake, it slowly faded and she turned to walk away. She made her way into the kitchen and opened the freezer before grabbing a pint of ice cream. She propped herself on the counter, opened the drawer in between her legs, and grabbed a spoon before digging in.

“Ahem? Can we talk?”

She looked up before rolling her eyes. “Why talk to me when Kiara is probably waiting for you in your bed…”

“I guess I deserve that... I mean, I really don’t, but...”

“Really? You don't?”

“No, I don’t… and if I do, I have no idea why. From what I remember, me and you had an understanding. I thought we were good, Remington. When Maxwell called me and told me what happened that night, it felt like my heart stopped. The next thing I knew you were gone, and I was devastated and alone and-”

She started talking over him, almost as if he hadn’t spoken a word. “I mean, looking back now, it makes complete sense… Kiara must be REALLY good in bed if you were willing to help them do that to me. Tell me something, was the "haircut" your idea?” She laughed lightly but she could feel herself on the brink of tears, and this time she was going to do nothing to stop them. “Do you want to know what I think the most disgusting thing might be, though? The fact that you hugged me… You remember that? Right before we left each other at the table, you wiped my tears and you hugged me. You’re good, Walker, I’ll give you that and you may have everyone else fooled but-” He was suddenly confused as he really listened to what she was saying, and he cut her off before she could go any further.

“Do that to you?... Wait... Do WHAT to you?! You think I…?” He fumbled again with his words and he suddenly felt sick to his stomach as he realized that all this time, she thought he had something to do with her birthday. “Remington, I... I promise you, I had nothing to do with what happened to you... I would never... You mean too much… You know me! You know-”

“No! Everything I thought I knew was wrong!” She looked right at him as she spoke through her tears, “Just tell me why, Drake... Why would you do that to me?... Why would you make me believe-... Did I mean nothing to you?” She lowered her head, her tears finally falling. He could feel himself fight his own as he slowly walked up to her, coming to a stop between her legs, and spoke quietly.

“Remington... I’ll do whatever it takes to prove to you I had nothing to do with that night. I promise... Whatever it takes.” She kept her head down, but through her tears, she watched his hand pull something out of his pocket, before putting it on the counter next to where she was sitting. He hesitantly kissed the top of her head, letting his hand linger in her hair for a moment before turning to walk away. She cried harder as she picked up the slightly tattered blue Tiffany box and looked at the tag. Now more than ever, she was sure that everything she thought she knew was wrong.

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