Previously, in Page 2...
Going in the cage, Max pauses when he sees Shadow lying on his side, nervously walking closer. Please don't be dead, he urges, getting closer. His legs feel rubbery and his heart was pounding loudly. Please be okay. He kneels down beside the limp white body, then carefully checks for a pulse, nodding to Victor. "He's alive. We've got to get him some help." Grabbing the keys, he fumbles with them, accidentally dropping them onto the floor. "Oh, crap," Max mumbles to himself, passing out and falling over, Victor going into the cage to help.
Section 11: Recovery
Max wakes with a groan and sits up, rubbing at his face before looking around. He was laying on the bench in the doctor's office, the desk lamp dimmed and the curtains drawn shut. An older man of almost sixty walks into the room, stopping to look at him. "It's eight in the morning. If you have a headache, I set out two capsules for you on the end table." Max slowly nods, getting to his feet. "Sorry, doctor Fimmel, I guess I passed out. What about Shadow?" The doctor nods, pulling off his reading glasses from his face. "I've taken care of the bandages and cleaned him up. He's been awake with some nausea and dizziness. Given his already weak condition, I don't think he's going to do any good here. Rush is clearly upset... He's in the room with Shadow now." Max looks away quickly, grabbing the pills and his satchel bag. "It's my fault, I've got to go talk to him." Max leaves the room through a side door, which connects to the recovery room. Shadow is lying in bed with bandage and gauze wraps on most of his upper body and head, an intravenous saline bag hanging from a post on the side of the headboard of the bed.
Rush was standing beside the bed, quiet as Shadow mumbles an apology. "I'm sorry," he mumbles, Rush nodding over at Max for him to come over. "I know you are, Shadow. It'll be okay now." Max walks over slowly, feeling the intense pressure of responsibility building up on his shoulders. "It's the same thing he's been saying for the past two hours, and he won't say anything else. We're not sure if he can hear us or not, but now he certainly can't see us, because he's got two black eyes." Max nods, looking down at Shadow. "I thought I left you in charge of the cage," Rush says, his eyes still on Max. "It's my fault. I was trying to make him eat something, he hasn't eaten in days, and it only provoked him. I should have just left him alone, because I didn't expect him to be so quick to attack like that, it caught me off guard. But then I kind of remember him getting attacked by someone, and I was shoved around before I was hit by something... It really is my fault."
Rush holds out the keys, showing them to Max. "Shadow is quick on his feet, I know. I heard they were trying to defend you because you got hurt, although it turned into a spectator sport. But I dispersed those responsible to other locations, to work under new bosses for a bit." Max kept his head down, silent. "I really am surprised he tried to attack you. Perhaps I've been driving him mad... Maybe I should just send him off..." Max shakes his head, Rush looking at him. "No, he's not crazy. I don't want you to get rid of him just because of my mistake. He's been the easiest to take care of, and I've had no problems with him at all. I trust that it's still in him. He wants to get better."
Rush sighs, handing him the keys. "Just don't let it happen again. It takes forever to find people such as yourself." Max's eyes light up at the sight of the keys, taking them. Instantly Rush gripped the keys as well, confusing Max. "I know that you know him, from when you both were younger. But don't let it get too personal. If you have another mistake, let's just say that it takes forever to find people such as yourself. You're a promising doctor, an up-and-coming young man. Just don't waste it on nothing." Rush released the keys, Max nodding. "Yes, sir." Rush turns away, heading for the door. "I'll let you have your visting time for now, but later I want you in my office. We have a lot of business to discuss." Rush leaves the room, Max looking down at Shadow. "I'm sorry," Shadow mumbles, Max sighing.
"No, I'm sorry, Shadow," Max says, placing his hand on the white shoulder. "It's all my fault. I just wish that we can still work together, and you'll get better. And if you don't like my cooking, you can throw it at me all you want." Shadow slowly turns his head over toward Max. "Okay... Max." Max sighed with relief, bending down and leaning against the bed. "So you are awake. You've had me so worried about you. I thought you were dead, and then when I woke up this morning, I was afraid you had died. I was really scared." Shadow frowned. "I'm sorry." Max gives him a gentle pat on the shoulder, Shadow turning his head away. "It's not your fault, it was an accident. That guy was a jerk anyway, if only I could remember what his name was right now." Shadow nods, lying still as he drifts off to sleep.
Shadow wakes when he hears the cage door open and close, sitting up quickly and turning his head from side to side. "Don't worry, Shadow. It's only me," Max says from a distance. I can't tell how far away he is, Shadow thinks to himself, wishing he could remove the gauze from his face, although he would still be unable to see. Shadow stays quiet as he listens, Max walking over with the tray. "I'm sorry about them hurting you like that. It's my fault, I shouldn't have been pestering you like that. If I hadn't hesitated, you know..." Shadow quickly lowers his head, frowning. "I'm sorry."
"Hey, come on, it'll be all right now. I've got some warm breakfast for you. How about a drink first?" Max grabs ahold of Shadow's hand, Shadow pulling his hand away quickly. "No, it's okay. I won't hurt you. I'm just trying to get you to hold the water bottle for a drink," Max says reassuringly, grabbing him by the hand again, except Shadow pulls his hand away and stands up, moving backwards quickly. Shadow runs into the bars and swings at them with the back of his right arm, moving away quickly.
Max sets down the tray of food and moves out of the way of the chain as it drags along the floor, Shadow bumping into the other end of the cage bars. He walks away backwards quickly and reaches the concrete wall, sliding along it for protection. He stumbles on the blankets and continues to walk backwards, nearly tripping over the chain. "Hey, be careful, or you're going to hurt yourself," Max warns, nervous. Ignoring him, Shadow continues to walk backwards around the inside of the cage, tripping and stumbling over the blankets and the chain on the floor. I don't remember which part of the cage I'm in. This one feels different, it has to be larger, they've moved me somewhere else! I can't hear anyone, there's something wrong, he thinks to himself, frightened. "Shadow, stop," Max says, grabbing ahold of his shoulders from behind and shoving him on the ground, forcing him to sit. "Now sit there while I fix your bed. You've dragged it all over the place." Grabbing the plate of food, Max sets it down in front of Shadow, walking over to each blanket and straightening them up.
Shadow sniffs curiously when he smells something nearby, sniffing again. The smell of eggs and hashbrowns reach his nose, his stomach growling. Though he was used to going without food at times, this time it was a completely different situation, one that was forced on him. He gets ready to eat but pauses at the thought of being a prisoner, smelling the food again. Feeling around, his hand quickly bumps the tray, staying still. Hearing nothing besides the blankets being folded, he grabs a handful of eggs, shoving it in his mouth.
The first handful of scrambled eggs was the best thing he had tasted in what felt like years, although it was nearly hot enough to burn his mouth, he swallowed it with hardly any chewing. Max smiles as he watches Shadow eat, saying nothing. Shadow quickly devours the eggs and then the two hashbrowns with a slice of toast, eating until everything is gone before feeling around on the floor for dropped pieces. Walking over, Max places the water bottle on the floor, watching Shadow drink it quickly.
Section 12: Giving Up
Reaching out a hand, Max gently places it on Shadow's head, causing Shadow to flinch nervously. "It's all right. Good job, buddy. Did it taste okay? Hopefully not too salty or greasy for you, right? Since I didn't know how you like your meals." Shadow stays quiet, Max using the napkin to help clean off the white face and hands of the grease and egg bits on him. "There we go. We'll wait for an hour, and if you're still hungry, I'll bring you some more." Scooping Shadow up under the arms, Max struggles to carry him over to the bed, having him sit down.
Shadow listens as the cage door is opened and closed, staying still. I can't believe I ate their food... Now they'll have a longer time of keeping me here... It feels like I've been here forever... He crosses his arms over his knees and places his chin on his arms, sighing. I am so sore... Raising his head, he listens to the silence of the room, tugging at his shackle. "Hello?" he calls out, waiting for a response. Hearing nothing, he struggles to get the shackle off, pushing and pulling forcefully. He remembered that the shackles were on a different set of keys, which he had no access to.
He smiles when the shackle finally comes off of his foot, getting to his feet quickly. Feeling his way along the wall, he finds the lock on the cage door and spits out the keys, placing them in the keyhole one at a time. Of the three, the third key unlocks the cage door, so he pushes it open just enough to get out. Finally, about time! It must have been over a minute, I don't have much time left. I have to find a window and jump. Feeling around, he soon touches the back of the couch, reaching out until his hand touches a thin metal pole. What is this thing? I'm heading in the wrong direction. The door is somewhere else. Where is it? "Shadow, what-?" Max calls out with fright, Shadow instinctively grabbing the pole with both hands. "Don't come any closer, or I'll use this!" Max stays still, Shadow backing into a corner of the room. "Shadow, please, get back in the cage. If Rush finds out you're loose and threatening people, I won't be able to help you any more." Shadow nearly drops the metal pole in his hand, adjusting it again. "I'm not going back in there. You'll have to kill me first."
Victor walks into the room and sees Shadow, Max holding a finger to his lips quickly, shaking it to make sure that he will remain silent. "Shadow, if we let you go, you'd have to be killed. It's not my rule, but if I let you go on purpose, then both of us will have to die. It's not my decision, but I don't want to die. I only want to help you. I know you might not care if you live or die right now, but if we became friends, you'll be able to get past this, and then you'll agree with me that I was right."
Shadow lowers his head with a sigh, the heavy end of the metal pole resting on the ground. He was already exhausted and very sore, and he knew that he was lost somewhere, stuck in the corner of a livingroom with a weapon that he could not recognize. He lets go of the pole in his hands, shaking with fright. I'm going to get jumped again, he thinks quickly, waiting to be grabbed by the strong men. I'm just giving up...
He flinches when he feels a hand get placed on his shoulder, frowning. "I'm sorry." Max leads him across the room and back to the cage, smiling. "Don't worry, buddy. You've made the right choice, and you can thank me later. Though I'm surprised you got out so easily - and so quickly. Rush does kind of brag about you, but... It's pretty cool, after all. Just please, no more stealing my keys. I don't want us to get in trouble." Entering the cage, Max helps Shadow sit down on the bed, putting the shackle back on him. "I'm glad you're being so agreeable with me. It's not so hard, is it? How about later, I'll fix you a giant piece of cake, in a flavor you like? What is your favorite flavor?" Shadow stays quiet as he frowns, Max shaking him playfully. "Frowning isn't a flavor. Is there anything I can do to cheer you up?"
"Well... My cat... Can you check to make sure he's okay?" Max smiles, patting Shadow on the shoulder. "It'll be no problem. But now that you mention it, I guess this room could be a bit updated. You'll hear some noises, but don't worry. It'll be okay." Max nods and leaves the cage, closing and locking the door behind him. He walks over to Victor, who nods to him. "I know where Shadow lives. He'll be fine. It won't take too long."
Shadow stays quiet as he sits on his bed of blankets, looking over when he hears boots stepping on the concrete floor, staying quiet. "Shadow? Are you feeling any better today?" Shadow frowns, lowering his head. "I'm sorry about you getting attacked like that. They're just quick to defend their friend. I punished them for what they did, so you shouldn't have to worry too much about their antics." Shadow stays quiet, Rush leaving the room. With a sigh, Shadow lies down on the bed, arms spread out. I don't understand why Rush likes me. Everyone is stronger and smarter than I am, and better-looking. What do I have that he wants? I wish this was just a dream... Everything is so dark, I don't even know if I'm asleep or awake... As a reassurance, he pinched his cheek, then let his arm drop down. "Ow."
Section 13: Party Invitation
Shadow wakes when he hears several noises coming from the livingroom, sitting up. The television has been turned on, several men talking as they open aluminum cans and clink glass bottles together, among other noises that he could not readily identify. "Hey, look. The guy's up," one of them say, his voice sounding already near the cage. "I heard he's thirsty. Go get him a cold drink, it's hot in here." One of them laugh in the distance, Shadow listening quietly. He hears a bottle top being opened, the man setting it on the floor. "That one's on me," the man says, walking away and sitting on the couch, watching as Shadow cautiously feels around on the floor for the bottle.
His hand bumps the glass bottle and accidentally tips it, grabbing the bottle and sniffing the contents. The drink smells fruity, tasting it curiously. It tastes like strawberries and kiwi fruit, but rather bitter compared to other fruit drinks. He drinks the fruity mix quickly, making a face afterwards. One of the guys cheer and clap, followed by several others' claps and laughter, Shadow checking to make sure the bottle is empty. "Go get him another. He likes it, I think he wants more," another guy says, Shadow listening as another bottle is opened and placed before him on the floor.
Max soon arrives and walks into the room, the group of men paying no attention to him as they play cards and bet with money piled onto the table. He walks over to the cage and looks at the empty glass bottles that litter the floor, Shadow lying in a pink puddle on his side. "I can't believe it - Who gave him alcohol?" Unlocking the cage door, Max goes inside and unlocks the shackle, grabbing Shadow under the arms and dragging him out of the room. "Great... I hate having to do everything myself. Ingrates," Max grumbles out of ear shot, dragging Shadow to the bathroom. He removes all of the gauze and bandages, grabbing a washcloth and getting it wet. Sitting Shadow up on the toilet, Max carefully gives him a bath from the warm water in the sink and a bar of soap.
Shadow wakes with a groan as he feels someone move his arm, raising his head up. "Not going to be sick anymore, are you?" Max asks, bending close to look at Shadow's face. With another groan, Shadow lowers down onto the bed, Max covering him with a thin blanket. He places Captain next to Shadow, the cat curling up to sleep.
He wakes when he hears a bag rustle nearby and looks over to see Max pouring cat food into a dish, the cat staying on the bed next to Shadow. "He's quite a trained cat. I'm impressed. Also it's a little bit funny how he looks like you. So why did you name a cow cat Captain?" Shadow sits up quickly and looks around the room, startled. The walls are all glass with metal mesh interior from the waist up, metal walls underneath. There is no ceiling, but the wall is too tall to climb up.
"I moved you here so you can Keep Captain safe. Also, no one else can give you food or drinks except me. Why did you even get drunk?" Shadow looks at Max, slightly confused. "I've never drank alcohol before. I had some mixed fruit drinks." Max sighs, then smiles. "I see. Well, those had alcohol in them. You got drunk and passed out. But don't worry, the guys weren't picking on you this time. They wanted you to join them in their 'party' session. I mean, I don't mind if you do like to drink alcohol, but you've been seriously dehydrated and it'll only make you sick." Shadow rubs at his neck, looking at the long nightgown on him.
"What's going on?" Shadow asks, frightened. Max blushes, setting down the bag of cat food. "Well, you passed out in a puddle of alcohol, and you kept getting sick everywhere. Besides that, you kind of missed the toilet, and I had to give you two baths. I used your other clothing to find out what size you wear. Rush bought this pair of pants for you, plus this pack of briefs." Shadow stays quiet, Max unlocking the shackle from Shadow's ankle. "There. Now you can get dressed. Just close the curtains. They're sheets, but... Some privacy is better than none, I guess."
Max leaves the room, Shadow covering all the windows using the sheets that are tied to the wall with thin string. Getting undressed, he pulls off the nightgown, feeling it with his hands. His own outfit was wherever Rush had put it, his disguise probably still at home, which he was accustomed to wearing daily. To have his hands out of the elastic black gloves for so long made things feel different. He slipped on the pants under the gown, zipping and buttoning them into place. The door opens and Max enters the room, looking as Shadow drops the nightgown on the bed, turning away.
Shadow suddenly moves for the door, startling Max. He throws himself in the way to block the exit, Shadow moving aside to go around him, Max countering his move by getting in the way. "Why won't you just let me go!?" Shadow cries out in frustration, retreating to a corner of the room and sitting down, covering his head with his arms. "Look, I'm not your enemy. I have to follow orders, and the boss just says you're not ready to work with anyone yet." Max grabs the shackle, gently pulling out Shadow's leg and fastening it back in place. "But I kind of agree, things are different here, as compared to your old lifestyle. There's the fighting over stakes with rival gangs, then there's all the gunfights and stuff... If you run away, the others out there might go after you. We just want you to learn from us, and work with us." Shadow stays quiet, Max standing up straight.
Section 14: Pick an Option
"You're certainly being a stubborn one about this. Usually people just accept and join right away. But you don't have to be so afraid. Rush is really a great guy when you get to know him. He's always been there to make sure you were okay, and he was with you in the hospital room. He doesn't do that for just anyone, you know." Shadow stands up quickly, hands balled into fists. "What's he care for? He's a psychopath! I won't have anything to do with him."
Max sighs, then pats Shadow on the head. Shadow pulls away, Max smiling. "You're just not used to people being around, I'm sure. When was the last time anyone gave you clothes or made you fresh meals?" Shadow stays quiet as he tries to come up with a name, Max shaking his head. "Don't worry about it. We'll help you out, as long as you help out also." Shadow frowns and lowers his head, nodding. "Rush won't start you out on anything hard. You'll probably do a few small chores. I doubt you're hungry, but I put some snacks over there in the corner for you. I'll see you later, okay?" Shadow sits down in the corner again, Max leaving the room. Captain jumps off of the bed and sits next to Shadow, meowing for attention. "I'm sorry." He rests his head on his arm, slowly falling asleep.
He wakes when the door opens and looks over at Rush, who looks down at him. "I've come to talk to you today... Though I was expecting you to be more... dressed." He looks over at Captain, smiling to Shadow. "And how's the little kitty doing? Pets are always great company." Captain stays next to Shadow, laying his ears back as he watches the stranger. "Kind of funny how you both look alike, don't you think? Did you buy him from a pet store, or was he a stray cat?" He waits for an answer, pulling up a chair from outside of the room. "I see you're wearing your new pants. Usually I don't bother buying clothes for nothing, but I made an exception for you."
"What do you want?" Shadow asks flatly, not looking away for even a second. "To be honest, I knew of your old boss, Valentine. When he left, your group pretty much disbanded over a few different things. But you're still pretty much the same person, still an experienced thief, although a bit of a loner. We just want to have you join us before anyone else thinks of you as a threat." Shadow stays quiet, Rush standing up. "Valentine was quite the guy, I'll give him that. Surely he taught you everything he knows. We don't want you getting hurt by any outsiders, and you have proven a great reason of why we should accept you. You did your jobs perfectly. Perfect, already trained thieves are hard to come by, because it's a natural talent that others have to work on attaining. They spend years of their lives trying to perfect themselves, when you just live it, naturally, flawlessly. And you love what you do, because you know that you're so good at it. I just want you to join, and if I have to pay a small starting-out salary, then give me a price. Tell me what you want."
Shadow lowers his head onto his arms, Rush shoving his hands into his jacket pockets. "Oh well, I thought you were a thief for hire. Maybe I'm wrong. You're not a common pickpocket, are you?" Shadow frowns. "I wasn't expecting to be a prisoner." Rush almost laughs aloud, putting his hand to his face before shrugging. "So many times everyone has explained to you, and you're still uneducated about what we do. I want to hire you to work for me, I'm loaded with cash, and you would rather live off of a half-eaten can of tuna you swipe from the side of a vendor market. Fine, I'm done explaining, I'm done playing around. When you do your first job and return without an issue, you'll be completely let go."
Shadow's eyes widen at the suggestion, raising his head. "Just one job? What if I don't want to work for you anymore?" Shadow asks, Rush shaking his head. "If you run away from your job, I'll have someone find you. And you can't say a word about this, because you're a liable witness... And we don't allow for that term. So, tomorrow as your first job begins, you'll get to go with Max on his job."
Grabbing the chair and leaving the room, Rush closes and locks the door behind him, Shadow looking over at the box of crackers and the canister of cheese. His head was still pounding from all the drinks the night before, but his mind was thinking of what to do tomorrow. Captain meows and looks at Shadow, who frowns as he stays in the corner, thinking to himself. I'll be stuck here forever... I wonder where that one weird guy is... I haven't seen him around here, so I don't think he works here. Maybe he works for a rival gang, or the police... I guess it's stupid to wonder about what some irritable grouch is doing right now... He closes his eyes, covering his head with his hands. Guess I'll see in the morning.
Section 15: Just Hang On
Dominic walks around in his kitchen as he puts away the dry dishes into the cabinet, Stephany grabbing one of the plates from him. "Here, let me clean up for you so you don't overdo it." He keeps a tight hold on the plate with one hand, watching as she takes it from him. "What's got your knickers in a bunch? Something come up?" Dominic looks over at her, then looks away. "Nothing. It's nothing." He leaves the kitchen and rubs at his neck, standing near the table.
"You know, you're a really great friend and a really great person, Dominic. As long as you take care of yourself, you'll only get better. Now, go ahead and take your medicine. I'll fix some eggs and toast for breakfast." Walking over to the counter, he grabs the pills that are set out for him, taking them one at a time with a cup of water. He then sits down at the table in the dining room, giving a depressed sigh.
"I'm hopeless," Dominic mutters to himself, resting his elbows on the table, propping up his head. "I'm going to get dismissed from work, I'll lose the house, and be placed in some corner of the world... You might come visit me every now and then, but I don't think Dan would show up much... You know, I only get depressed when I don't drink." Stephany places a cup of water on the table, heading back to the kitchen. "You can only have water. Remember what the doctor said. No caffeine, no high amounts of sugar, and definitely no alcohol."
Dominic tugs at the collar of his shirt, taking a drink of water. "Is the air conditioner on? I'm feeling a little warm." Stephany walks over to the thermostat, checking the temperature before glancing up at the vent. "It's on. So today, are you feeling ready to go investigate the house? It's just a little one-on-one time, so you won't have to feel pressured, you know." She smiles as she walks back over to the sink, keeping her back to him. "I can't breathe," Dominic says, moving to get up from the table. "Yes, I know, it's unusual that we get to work on your own solo case but it's what the boss wants."
Stephany turns when she hears him fall to the floor, dropping the dish cloth on the floor and running over to him. "Oh, my god, Dominic? Dominic!?" She checks his breathing and pulse quickly, grabbing the cellphone from her belt, quickly calling the emergency number. "I need an emergency dispatch to 1052 north Louisiana Boulevard, I have an unresponsive man who is down and having difficulty breathing, due to a possible allergic reaction to medication. Yes, he just passed out, and he took the pills maybe five minutes ago, two different types. He's barely breathing, and his face is very pale. Okay, good, I'm staying with him until help arrives." Stephany runs over and grabs her keys from off of the end table beside the couch, unlocking both the doors before running back over to his side and checking on him. "Dominic, if you hear me, can you say something?" She pats his cheek gently, his face flushed and his skin sweaty, checking his pulse again.
Outside, Daniel speeds down the road in the patrol car as he races to Dominic's house, wrestling with the feelings of fear and uncertainty of not knowing what had happened, of not knowing what might happen to Dominic. Please be all right, please be all right, please just hang on, Daniel begged to himself, his nerves becoming rattled with every passing second. When he arrives at the house, he pulls up the car on the opposite side of the road with a screeching halt, running over to the fence and checking the gate. Finding it locked, he moves back and kicks it in, running across the yard and hurrying inside the house.
Stephany looks over when Daniel runs into the livingroom, Daniel hurrying over to Dominic's side. "What's going on? What happened? Where are the pills?" Stephany shakes her head, glancing toward the door before glancing about for the pill bottles. "He said he couldn't breathe and passed out. He just took his new medicine, so I'm sure he's having an allergic reaction. It could have caused his airway to swell up, or it's a reaction to the other medication, but I don't think it'd be possible since the doctor said they work best together." He runs over to the counter and grabs the two bottles of medication, shoving them in his jacket pocket. Daniel looks at the doorway as he hears the sirens of the ambulance approaching, running over to the couch and grabbing the blanket. "They won't be able to get through the front door with a stretcher. We'll have to carry him out front."
Stephany and Daniel move Dominic onto the blanket, then grab the ends tightly, carrying him outside. The ambulance pulls up outside, the medics getting the stretcher as the third runs ahead to reach Dominic first, examining him. "He took this medicine, then said he couldn't breathe, and he passed out. I have the list right here of all the medicine he takes, and the new one that he just took is written by hand." The medic takes the paper and checks it, putting it in his pocket. "I'm not very familiar with that last one, but I'll have to get a copy of this so we can see if this is a reaction to the other pill he was taking. Did he just take the two?" Stephany nods, Daniel handing over the pill bottles to the medic. "It was the only two he had taken this morning, and he did not take any after seven last night," Stephany said quickly.
The medic finishes his check on Dominic's vital signs, letting the other two medics load Dominic onto a stretcher and hurry him down the pathway to the ambulance, where they placed him inside before closing the doors and driving away. "I've got to lock up the house, can you lock up the gate?" Stephany asks, Daniel running past her. "I got the doors, you get in the car." Daniel ran inside the house and locked both of the doors, then ran across the yard, hurrying past the bent gate and getting into his car quickly. "I'm going to follow the ambulance to the hospital. I'll call the station and tell them I'm taking the rest of the day off," Daniel says, starting the car and following after the ambulance.
 Shadow Belmonte · Tue Jun 24, 2014 @ 10:26pm · 0 Comments |
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