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[left [pic http://i.imgur.com/R9bcGpC.jpg]] Willow threw herself down onto the bed, shoving her face into the pillow in anger. How could she have been so stupid as to say something like that? There were so many ways she could have worded what she said but she had chosen the wrong way. This is why she didn’t have many friends. Willow always managed to find a way to screw it up and she knew that this one would hurt more than any other friendship.
In the ended up crying herself to sleep and when she awoke in the morning she refused to move, unable to face everyone. She could smell food working its way through the house but she remained on her bed. There would be no breakfast for her and there would be no company. She could not bear to see the hurt expression that Anastasia had looked at her with the day before.
Instead she rooted around the room for a pen and some paper, and started to write. It was intended to be an apology note to leave for Anastasia when the two were kicked out or worse.
[right [pic http://i.imgur.com/gb7q260.jpg]] This was all such a mess and he was going to have to try and keep everything together. He did not want to lose such a precious friendship and he was not about to render them both homeless. He might have done the same thing to protect Anastasia if they were to find themselves stuck in a different time. Anastasia was hurt but he saw their predicament.
He moved to the dining room and noticed that Justin was the only one in attendance. [b “Morning Fletcher…or is that not your real name? I suppose that you have some strange name that is not common of this time and you change it to fit in?”] He said as he lowered himself next to him, drinking the tea that had been left for him. [b” Do not worry. I am not angry at you. I understand.”]
Justin looked at her and shook his head,
“Stop apologising. We can see what happens in the morning.” He watched her go and flopped on his bed. Well, fuck. This had certainly taken a sour turn and he just hoped it was easier in the morning. Sleep did not come easy for him. In fact he was exhausted by the time morning cane and he fixed himself up as proper as he could, cold water waking his face.
He took in a deep breath and headed downstairs. He saw Anastasia, back in her usual servants outfit. He watched her,
“She does consider you a sister, you know? I’ve watched you both.” He murmured quietly but it seemed Anastasia didn’t want to talk, still hurt and confused but she looked at him all the same and gestures breakfast ready and waiting for them.
He sighed and hadn’t much appetite in all honesty. He settled at the table and pushed around his meal rather than eat it. Willow blamed herself and Anastasia was hurt and Jobe was trying to keep everything together. Why did he feel so useless? Perhaps talking with Jobe one on one would be easier. Men were more direct.
Anastasia knew Jobe was right and she sighed.
“I understand.” She gave him a weak smile before heading to sleep.
She did not sleep much either, but of course was ready for duties. No matter how much she had loved the theatre and being as an equal to Jobe and free to express her fondness for him, it couldn’t last forever, could it? Justin only made her wary and she watched him for for dinner, sitting in the conservatory. It was a beautiful day out and Jobe’s business partners would be coming later on. She was in charge of organising a garden party for them all to socialise and drink and talk.
She went outside to fix some arrangements, the servant outfit felt so wrong after last night and she knew what she wanted now and she supposed Jobe had been right. It was because of Willow.
“Make sure-“ she seemed invisible again to the butlers and people as they passed. She sighed dejectedly and settled for watching. She hadn’t really eaten that morning so she was pale and faint looking, ignoring spells of dizziness and waving them off as pointless.
[left [pic http://i.imgur.com/R9bcGpC.jpg]] Willow looked up at Justin before they arrived at the front of his room. Fix it? There was no way he could fix this. [b “I am so sorry. You worked so hard to make sure we were safe and I screwed everything up. I am really sorry Justin.”] Willow sighed and shook her head, using her hand to wipe away at the tears that had formed.
[b "I do not think that I will get much sleep tonight."] She said honestly as she turned away from his so that she could go to her room and wallow in her own sadness. [b "Goodnight Justin."] Willow gave him a look and forced a smile before sighing and closing the door behind her.
[i Well done Willow. You massive screw up.]
[right [pic http://i.imgur.com/gb7q260.jpg]] Jobe watched the two walk out and sighed, lowering himself next to Anastasia. He had to remain calm for her. If they were both angry and shouting, nothing would get resolved and that would only cause more heartache. He sighed gently and shrugged.
[b “Do you think that if you traveled back two hundred years, that you would be open and honest about where you came from with the first people you met? I do not understand it Anastasia, but I believe they were protecting themselves, their intentions were not to deceive.”] Jobe shook his head gently and look over at her.
[b “I do not know, but I do not see why things should be much different. Has Juliet not helped you become more confident? Has she not been a true confident to you? None of that was fake dear Anastasia. They gave us a chance to be open and honest about our feelings and I think that we would have been in a very different situation if they were not here.”]
Justin looked to him.
“I agree.” He said quietly and looked to Willow,
“Come along.” He said and guided her upstairs. He could tell how upset she was and he looked her over, gently running his thumbs over her tears to wipe them away.
“I’ll fix this.” He said to her softly, assuringly. He didn’t know how but Anastasia and Jobe were not heartless people. Even if he could keep Willow safe from it all.
“Please don’t cry.” He said quietly and looked at Willow with soft eyes. He was desperate to fix this.
“In the morning, I’ll beg and plead and get down on my knees but I will fix this.” He said to her and he meant every single word. He hated to see her full of sadness and regret. Of course he was upset but he needed to make sure Willow was at least settled before he did anything else on the matter.
Anastasia looked to Jobe, shocked by how calm he was as he watched Justin and Willow leave. She sat down, in some sort of shock.
“Why did they lie?” She asked Jobe, as if he would know.
“And how are you so calm?” She asked him. She would not cry in front of Jobe and reveal any weakness. Everything she had done, based on all the self worth Willow had given her was a lie. We’re her feelings false?
She gazed at Jobe with confused and lost eyes.
“They are good people, but-“ she sighed as she couldn’t finish and she was so confused and lost. And how could she sleep? Tonight had been so magical and yet it had ended so disastrously.
“What are we going to do?” Anastasia asked Jobe because he was her rock and anything he said she would go with it. She would support him regardless and cast her own feelings aside in an instant if he asked it of her.
[left [pic http://i.imgur.com/R9bcGpC.jpg]] Willow looked towards Jobe and Justin as they entered the room. When Anastasia said that they had lied she felt as though she had a knife stabbed into her gut. She [I had] betrayed their trust and she was not sure that she would be able to earn it back. Even if they did believe them. Justine interjected to try and help explain and she could only looks towards him apologetically. All of this was her fault and she wanted nothing more than for the ground to open up and swallow her.
She looked towards Anastasia and Jobe and stepped forward. [b “We liked about where we came from but we didn’t lie about who were are. I mean…our names are different and our lives are a little different but we did not deceive you in any other way. I really do care about the both of you and I know Fletcher does too.”] She sighed and found that a tear was beginning to form in the corner of her eye. [b “Please you have to know that our hearts are honest. We did not expect to be so lucky to meet the two of you and I am sorry if we abused your good nature. Anastasia, please I did not lie when I said that I care about you…like you are my sister.”]
[right [pic http://i.imgur.com/gb7q260.jpg]] Jobe looked from Anastasia to Willow to Justin as he spoke. He could hardly believe what he was saying. This was unbelievable on every level yet it seemed to make complete sense at the same time. How else could they explain the obvious differences between them.
He remained calm and listened to Willow’s plea and let at a sigh. [b “Perhaps we should all retire for the night and sleep on this. I am not likely to throw you out on the streets but we are all tired and this is a lot of take in. Time travel and the like?! Science really advanced that far?”] He asked shaking his head as he gestured for Anastasia to follow him. [b “Come on. You need to calm yourself down and I do not want you to say something you might regret. Juliet and Fletcher have not fabricated this friendship.”]
Justin figures that the exchange had gone south somehow and he quickly made his way to Willow’s side, listening to her try to explain. He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.
“She speaks the truth. I am a man of science. I managed to build something that could transport us- but we cannot return to our home. The device is unable to be fixed.” He looked to Jobe and Anastasia. He knew it sounded utterly crazy to them and he didn’t know if he would believe them.
“It was my mistake and I understand your distress and emotions but please, we had to lie to protect ourselves and hopefully you both.” He sounded utterly defeated and desperate. If Jobe cast them out he had no idea what he would do.
“We never meant any harm. We wanted to meet people. We are work colleagues, from the future. I-“ he cut off and fell silent. He felt ashamed for lying to them and the friendship they had was genuine and he didn’t simply play on their emotions to be close to either of them.
“They lied.” Anastasia said to Jobe. And now Justin was making all these crazy stories about a device which could travel through time.
“I trusted you both. I thought your advice was from honest hearts.” Her confidence was shattered once more. Everything she had told Willow had been under the influence that Willow was some poor lost soul.
Although they said they couldn’t return home. Anastasia pitied them but she was more hurt than compassionate right then.
“I opened myself to you. Told you everything.” She looked to Willow in particular at this point and seemed utterly lost. Anastasia never had the chance to meet many friends.
“This was a dream. All of it, based on your lies.” She whispered to them both. She was not angry but the hurt was apparent in her face. She had thought them genuine people with good intentions. Were they some sort of experiment to Willow and Justin?
[left [pic http://i.imgur.com/R9bcGpC.jpg]] A panic rose within the woman. She had done so well up to this point, to convince Anastasia and Jobe that they were from this time and Justin had worked so hard to ensure their safety while they were here and she had ruined all of it. She shook her head as she noticed that the woman seemed to be distressed about her words and she glanced out towards Jobe and Justin, sparing him a look that told her she was in trouble and that she was sorry for causing it.
She reached out for the woman’s hand but decided she did not want to upset her further. [b “I’m sorry Anastasia.”] She said as she rose from where she had been sitting and started to pace the room, wondering if there was anything she could say that would remedy the situation. Perhaps she would accuse her of being a witch. There were not trials at this time but she knew that there were still superstitious people in the world.
[b “Please, listen to me and understand that we were only trying to keep ourselves safe. I did not want to lie to you.”] She looked back at the woman, biting her lip. [b “There is a reason that we seem…different. We did not lie when we said we were not from here…we are not from this time Anastasia.”] She waited a minute, testing the woman’s reaction. [b “We are from a different year…some two hundred years in the future.”]
[right [pic http://i.imgur.com/gb7q260.jpg]] Jobe narrowed his eyes and shook her head. [b “You cannot possibly know what she wants… as for deserve, you are one of the finest men that I have ever met. You are exactly what Juliet deserves. You should have more confidence. Juliet would not deny you if you were to admit to your affections. Anastasia is sure she feels for you too and I think I might have observed the same. Tonight especially.”]
Jobe followed his sight line and noticed Juliet pacing around the room and he grew concerned. [b “I wonder what has happened.”] He said absently as he began to stride towards the conservatory and entered the room, looking from one woman to the other as if looking for some idea of what had transpired. He could see the distress upon Anastasia’s face and he went to her.
[b “What on Earth is the matter?”]
Justin watched Jobe and smiled.
“I’m sure she wouldn’t deny you.” He assured him and looked to him.
“I suppose you could say that.” He murmured thoughtfully and waved it off.
“Juliet is a strong willed, she loved so passionately everything she does.” He murmured quietly and shrugged slightly.
“I’m not the man she wants. Or the man she deserves.” He explained, dropping his guard slightly around Jobe because who else could he speak with of these matters?
“Perhaps- I’ve felt closer to her this past few weeks, being here.” He remarked and looked to the room the women were in. Something looked wrong and he glanced to Willow.
Anastasia smiled softly.
“He’s always been protective.” She murmured and honestly it made her feel safe and comforted.
Anastasia looked to Willow,
“How could you know such a thing?” She asked her.
“Jobe has never mentioned marriage to me and given my reluctance I’m not sure I would accept his proposal.” How did this woman know they would get married?
Anastasia watched the girl for a long time. Something felt very off and very suspicious right then and she looked towards Jobe and Justin in the other room.
“Who are you?” She asked quietly. Who was this woman who seemed to know her very future? It was a little unnerving in all honesty but she did her best to keep quiet and not alert the men. It was unsettling at best and she eyed Willow over. Where was she really from then?
[left [pic http://i.imgur.com/R9bcGpC.jpg]] Willow laughed. [b “I think with time, you would fit in quite well there, although it seems there is not going back to where I am from now. Perhaps I belong here anyway.”] She smiled and listened carefully to the woman as she spoke of how she came to be at this house and she smiled at the knowledge of Harrison’s kindness. If she took a moment to think about it, he might very well have saved this woman’s life. A seven year old in a poor house would hardly survive.
The memory of looking up at the stars with Jobe as a teenager brought a smile to her face. [b “Apart from the other evening when that beast of a man who grabbed hold of you the other night. I thought he was going to scream at him.”] She smiled and nodded when she told her that was when she realised she loved him.
[b “You are meant to be together you and Jobe. It’s written in the stars. You should accept him into your life Anastasia. You are going to be married after all.”] The moment she said it her smile dropped. Another screw up and this time she could not cover it up. [I Shit.] She thought to herself.
[right [pic http://i.imgur.com/gb7q260.jpg]] He was glad that he was not alone in dreaming of fate. He was sure that if he asked any other man he might have laughed at his ridiculous notions of fate and love but Justin was different and he knew that he could open up to him about his true feelings. He listened to him carefully and nodded, understanding the position he put Anastasia in, simply because he loved her. He was correct in what he said and he knew it.
She loved him but it would take time for her to open up to him…but she would. He nodded. [b “I’m going to ask her to marry me…in time.”] He said simply, finished the scotch in his hand before looking back at him.
[b “Is that why you do not tell Juliet how you feel? Are you afraid of matter of the heart?”] He asked, wanting to shift the attention, if only it was for a second.
Justin looked to Jobe and mulled over his words.
“I believe in fate, yes.” How could he not considering he and Willow were stuck here but it seemed to work so well?
“It’s never foolish to love. We may do foolish things and unreasonable things but it is never unreasonable.” He explained to Jobe.
“Sometimes we may do the wrong things. She loves you, Jobe but she doesn’t know how to.” He said to Jobe thoughtfully.
“Her whole life has been punishments for speaking with you, no? Her emotions are strong but somewhere she is still that frightened child.” He explained, going solely off what he had seen.
“She is getting over it though, slowly and opening up to you more, especially these past few days and tonight.” He smiled a little.
“I don’t think you will need to wait too long to make any kind of move.” He said to him and took a drink of scotch.
“Just remember she is afraid, Jobe. As many of us are when it comes to matters of the heart.”
Anastasia looked to Willow and raised an eyebrow,
“I should like to be able to go to where you are from.” She laughed a little at the thought of such freedoms.
“Jobe’s father, he cane to the poorhouse to look for servants. I was barely seven years old. I remember it everyday. He picked me up and took me here. He taught me everything, along with the head servant at the time.” She murmured thoughtfully.
“I did small jobs of course, but I remember a hot summer night, like this one. Me and Jobe could not sleep and I was watching the stars in the garden. We were teenagers then.” She paused and it sounded so silly.
“We just say until dawn. I don’t even remember what we spoke of together. The head servant was livid with me. Her punishments were canings most of the time. Harrison Hughes didn’t know, of course and I never told anyone. But Jobe’s mother caught me dressing one morning and witnessed the marks. She was furious. I believe it was the only time I saw Jobe angry.” She murmured.
“I remember him apologising and being so scared and so worried and angry. I think I knew then he was turning into a wonderful man and that-“ she looked to Willow and drew a breath,
“And that I loved him.”
[left [pic http://i.imgur.com/R9bcGpC.jpg]] Willow glanced over towards Jobe and Anastasia as Justine remarked and nodded. [b “I believe you are correct.”] She said quietly before the two men decided to leave the women to talk alone. She could not deny that she was disappointed that his hand was no longer in hers but she enjoyed Anastasia’s company just as much as Justin’s. She smiled towards Anastasia, taking the woman by the arm and leading her towards the conservatory so that they could continue looking out at the gardens with the moonlight beaming down on it.
Willow laughed gently at Anastasia’s words and lowered herself into a chair before letting out a sigh and shook her head.
[b “I do not think that you acted foolishly.”] She said honestly, looking at her with genuine interest. [b “I think that it was something that had been waiting for happen and Jobe did not push you away. I believe that your fear is born of something that you have placed around you. Jobe loves you and it should not be more complicated than that.”]
Willow thought about her question for a moment and shook her head. It would do no harm to be honest. [b “Where I am from, love knows no wealth or status. Love is simply love and you are free to love who you please.”]
[right [pic http://i.imgur.com/gb7q260.jpg]] Jobe was glad that Justin seemed keen for male company too and they both took to his private study to partake in a scotch while the women took to the conservatory. He was glad that Anastasia seemed comfortable enough to allow herself to succumb to relaxation for the evening and he found himself growing ever more grateful for Juliet’s influence.
[b “Perhaps this was all supposed to happen.”] He mused. [b “Do you believe in fate Fletcher? I do. I believe that Juliet being here is just the push Anastasia and I need to put all this foolishness aside.”] He laughed softly as he took a sip of his drink glancing towards Justin to gauge his reaction. [b “And I believe I needed you to confirm that it is not unreasonable of me to love her.”]
He smiled, grateful for the man's friendship, hoping it was something that would remain for a significant amount of time.
Justin watched Jobe and Anastasia and smirked.
“I don’t think she will need much more convincing.” He murmured to Willow quietly. He looked to Jobe,
“Well I can’t say no to scotch.” He pointed out with a knowing laugh as he headed inside and regretful let go of Willow’s hand.
He watched the women go and looked to Jobe as he took a drink of scotch.
“A well spent evening.” He remarked and looked Jobe over, making sure the women were out of sight.
“And Anastasia grows bolder in Juliet’s presence.” He remarked, letting on he knew what had happened between them, or rather what Anastasia had done.
He could tell the other man was quite smitten by the show of affection and Anastasia had been grabbed by the moment. He was glad though, for them both in all honesty.
Anastasia looked to Jobe and knew it was best to let the men talk of whatever matters men spoke of and she looked to Willow, letting the men go ahead. She watched Jobe go with a sort of daydream glint in her eye and looked to Willow.
She walked with Willow to a separate room and looked out the windows.
“I was foolish, was I not?” She looked to Willow but she couldn’t contain her excitement. Jobe had not brushed her off in public and no one had made any remarks about their display of affection. She had caved to emotions that had been buried within her for years. It felt exhilarating really.
“Is love the same where you are from? With trials and hurdles that seem so impossible?” She asked Willow with a small smile playing on her lips as she asked. She supposed the trials of love were never simple.
[left [pic http://i.imgur.com/R9bcGpC.jpg]] Willow listened to Justin speak, confident that he was not just being polite. He seemed to genuinely enjoy the theatre and she was glad that he was able to enjoy the evening as she had. When he looked towards her she found herself smiling and his words coaxed a quiet laugh from her. Had he been watching her more than he had been watching the show? She looked away with her cheeks slightly reddened, taking in the sights that passed them by the window now so she could avoid his gaze. She was genuinely rather nervous to allow herself to look at home for longer than a second or two.
She felt his closeness and that was enough for her. She listened to him again and found herself smiling. While his story of being a country boy was simply a cover, she knew that he had probably missed out the night life of their modern life. Work had always consumed him. Soon they were pulling up to the house and Justin offered her hand so that he could help her out of the carriage. She accepted with gratitude and stepped out of the carriage. He was right. The evening was rather warm and she was enjoying it far more than she thought she could.
As soon as her feet hit the ground she let out a sigh and glanced around at the gardens under the moon and looked up to Justin as he spoke. Willow nodded gently. [b “I did. Thank you. I trust you did too?”] Wilke barely noticed that her hand was still in his.
[right [pic http://i.imgur.com/gb7q260.jpg]] The rest of the journey, Jobe found himself playing over the innocent kiss on the cheek. How she had been so bold as to show her affections in a public place when she had spent so long avoiding them in private. He wanted to talk to her about it, explain that he wanted nothing in life if it meant he couldn’t have her but that conversation was not for the carriage or company.
Jobe helped Anastasia out of the carriage and smiled towards her before glancing towards Justin and Willow. He looked back towards Anastasia, holding her gaze for a moment before letting out a sigh. [b “Shall we retire inside. It may be warm but it is getting late. How about a scotch before bed, give the women some time together?”] He asked as her gestured towards the house.
He wanted to spend his evening with Anastasia but he did not want to push it and a part of him wondered if she had the chance to talk to Juliet, she would have the chance to talk her around.
Justin smiled to Jobe, he had not missed the interaction but he didn’t say anything of it so he didn’t draw any attention.
“Absolutely! I could visit the theatre more often, I had no idea it was such a spectacle!” He laughed and looked to Willow.
“Juliet was as quiet watching it as she has ever been. She’s never been so speechless.” He teased gently and watched the sights go by.
“I think in time more nights out in the town, there seems to be a lot about town life I have not experienced. Being a country boy, of course.” He explained with a smile as he stuck close with Willow as they reached the house.
“And what a beautifully warm night.” He commented as he helped Willow our of the carriage and looked up at the starry skies. Summer was well and truly underway and the nights were beautiful and warm. The garden was in full blossom and he looked to Willow with a smile.
“You had fun?” He asked her quietly as he looked around. The night didn’t seem to have any way of getting better. Willow looked beautiful, they had spent the night taking in a glorious spectacle and the night was warm and clear.
Anastasia kept remarkably quiet on the way back, half wondering if she had overstep and a small part of her already regretting pressing her soft lips to his cheek in a spur of the moment but most of her did not regret it and she felt freer in that moment than she ever did. She watched out the window and exited the carriage when they arrived home.
Justin wasn’t wrong, it was a lovely night and she was very glad everyone had enjoyed their night because it was important to her that others were happy. It was her nature to show compassion, even to those who didn’t always deserve it. She angered very rarely, much like Jobe.
Speaking of which, she looked to Jobe and smiled a little. All she wanted in life was to make him happy and content, in any way she could. And she hoped she would and that she did. She wanted Jobe more than riches or jewels or wealth. She wanted him for the man he was. It was nice to take in the fresh air of the courtyard for just a few moments.
[left [pic http://i.imgur.com/R9bcGpC.jpg]] The four of them made their way towards their seats with haste. Willow smiled as Justin commented on the nightlife of the Victorian era. [b “There is much you do not know about this time, but since we are here I believe that we have the time to teach you. Unfortunately the only river you can jump into here is the River Thames and that is grossly contaminated and I simply cannot recommend that you jump into it.”]
Though her voice was low, she could not help but laugh at the inside joke shared between the two. It felt as though the two have become far more bonded over these last few days than they had in an entire year of friendship in modern London. With the lights beginning to dim, and actors taking to the stage, Willow turned her attention towards it. While she was sure that she could simply spend the entire evening listening to Justin and talking to him about anything and everything, Jobe had made the effort to secure them tickets to a show. She appreciated how expensive the theatre was in these times and how privileged they all were to be attending.
It was unlike any theatre show she had ever seen before. Whilst the West End had props and lights and special effects, this stage commanded presence and every single person that graced it with justice. She had become completely engrossed in the show. Laughing where humour existed, crying when there sadness and simply smiling with joy throughout the entirety of the performance.
When the show was over, Willow rose to her feet and applauded with the rest of the crowd. Soon enough people began filtering out the theatre and she took hold of Justin’s arm so that she could remain close to him. She told herself that it was so she did not get separated from the group, but in reality she just wanted to feel him near her. Apparently the theatre had aroused emotions within her that she had not realised were being hidden away.
Anastasia’s affections did not go amiss by Willow, but she did not voice her opinions about the matter. However she smiled towards the woman knowingly and climbed into the carriage that would take them home. It was still strange to hear that this place had become her home quickly. She noticed Jobe climb into the carriage behind them and she offered him a smile as well as thanking him for such a lovely evening.
[right [pic http://i.imgur.com/gb7q260.jpg]] Jobe had been a fan of the theatre for as long as he could remember, now he was simply grateful that he had people to share his joy with. Here everyone was equal regardless of class, regardless of talent and regardless of wealth. Every single person was sharing in the joy of one single show and the level of enjoyment did not change based on who you were.
Jobe joined Willow and the rest of the crowd in the standing ovation before taking hold of Anastasia’s arm so he could lead her out side. Most of all, he was glad that Anastasia had enjoyed herself as much as she did. He knew that she would’ve enjoyed it and smiled towards her when she expressed her frustration at taking so long to go with him. [b “I did tell you plenty of times that you would enjoy it. Hopefully next time I ask you will not be so quick as to decline my invitation.”]
To say that Jobe was shocked by Anastasia‘s affection would have been an understatement. Where her lips had been pressed against his cheek he felt a tingling sensation. She did not stay with him out of embarrassment but his hand came to his cheek, resting in the place where her lips had been. For a moment he simply smiled and remained in place, watching the woman into the carriage. Perhaps things were beginning to change. He shook his head in disbelief and made his way into the carriage and glanced towards Justin and Willow, not wanting to further Anastasia’s embarrassment further.
[b “You are quite welcome Juliet. I believe that it worked well as the perfect celebration. Don’t you agree Fletcher?”]
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