The Chronicles of Valen Ch. 39
“Disclaimer: Valen, Nathyrra, The Seer, and several of the other characters are the property of Bioware. If you’ve played the game, you’ll recognize them. The rest is the invention of my twisted little imagination, including Morrighu Badb and the goddess she serves.”
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*The Grand Ball*
She sighs heavily, “As you wish. You have always seen to my safety. It just seems a waste of good wine to me.”
He shakes his head as she hands the goblet off to one of the guards. Servers begin moving through the crowd passing wine, beer, and food. He’s amused to see that she’s not only heaped her own plate up, but that she’s picking things out for three of them as well.
Some time later, after quite a bit of food and drink, Morrighu leans against him somewhat sleepily. He sighs recalling her request to sneak off and begins wondering if this might not be the moment.
Just as he’s plotting a path to whisk her away, Durnan stands and gestures for the crowd to move back from the platform they are on. He watches, amused, as musicians begin to set up.
To his consternation, once they are prepared to play Durnan gestures for them to dance. All of the other party-goers wait politely for them to descend from the platform and lead the first dance.
He whispers urgently in to her ear, “I don’t know how to dance.”
She giggles and whispers back, “Neither do they. It’s more like walking to the music. Just follow me, do what I do and you’ll be fine.”
Before he can object further, she stands tugging on his hand. He relents and allows himself to be led down to the dance floor. As they pass the musicians, Morrighu bends and whispers something to one of them that he can’t catch.
He rolls his eyes, hoping that she’s not pulling some prank. He grits his teeth and tries to smile as she leads him into the center of the dance floor.
As the music begins, she stands opposite him and holds out her hand. He takes it and begins to mirror her actions. After a few moments, he sighs with relief to see that other dancers are beginning to trickle on to the dance floor with them.
As she brushes past him, he whispers to her, “What did you tell them?”
When she comes past him again, she whispers back, “To play something simple since you don’t know how to dance.”
Finally the dance is over and they return to their seats.
She laughs up at him, “For someone who doesn’t know how to dance, you do quite well. I had thought you might, since it’s very like moving to counter an opponent.”
He considers this while she gestures for another goblet of wine.
He shakes his head, “Shouldn’t you slow down a bit, my love?”
She laughs again, “Ever my patron-protector. I have eaten and I’ve been pacing myself. I could easily drink twice this much. It is only wine, after all.”
He sighs, finding himself rather content, as she leans against him, swaying slightly to the music. Durnan comes and asks her to dance. To his surprise, she agrees readily. This one is more complicated than the last one and he sighs with relief that she didn’t him join her.
He watches her indulgently as Durnan dances with her, passing her off gracefully to other dancers in the circle. As he sits watching her move in time with other dancers, it occurs to him that she’s more than passingly familiar with steps of the dance and seems to be at least as skilled as anyone else on the floor. He straightens as he considers this further.
He sighs, realizing that he’s going to have to learn to dance, since she apparently enjoys this. She finishes her dance with Durnan and returns to the chair at his side.
As she settles against him, he leans down and whispers in her ear, “I take it you like to dance. Will you teach me?”
She turns to face him, surprised but nods, grinning and obviously pleased. She looks around and decides that the party has devolved sufficiently into drunken revelry that they’ll not be missed.
She points at the back of the platform and gestures for him to join her. He frowns at her as he sees her get up and walk nonchalantly to the back of the platform. She grins at him and then steps off the back edge.
Faintly alarmed, he moves swiftly to the back of the platform and, seeing her giggling below, leaps down to join her. He glances around and sees there’s no one who can really see them so he pulls her to him.
She giggles, “Not so close.”
He inhales her perfume and sighs, “Dancing wasn’t exactly what I had in mind.”
He steals a quick kiss before having her begin their lesson. He chuckles as she blushes while she pokes and prods him into the correct starting position. He frowns, memorizing the position.
She looks up at him, “Think of it as an opening stance. In many ways, it’s not unlike combat.”
He nods, digesting the concept. She grins at him, “Surely you have heard the rumors about men who can dance well?”
He shakes his head at this so she giggles before explaining, “It is rumored that men who are good dancers are good at other things.”
He sighs, “Let us hope that the inverse is also true, then.”
She gives him a strange look before continuing his lesson. She leads him through the steps to the music that is currently playing until he’s able to complete them smoothly on his own. Once he’s able to manage on his own fairly well, she begins to lean in a little closer or even brush up against him, as she passes by him.
He sighs, never quite able to pull her to him until the music stops.
She looks up at him, “With your skill at combat, you should be able to watch a dance, dissect it into the various movements, and then replicate it. That and keeping the beat of the music is really all that there is to it. Are you ready to try it with the other dancers?”
He grimaces, “What do you think?”
She nods, “They are too drunk to care if you make a mistake. No one will notice.”
He nods, “As my lady wishes, then.”
He stands behind her as she peers around the corner of the platform to see if anyone’s looking. She doesn’t see anyone so she reaches back grabs his hand and tows him out to edge of the dance floor.
Nathyrra, still on the platform, gives him a knowing grin. He laughs as they wait for one song to stop and the next to start. He smiles to see her happy, standing next to him, swaying slightly to the music.
A serving girl weaves through the crowd dispensing goblets of wine and Morrighu grabs on from her hastily. He wonders idly if she’s had too much to drink, yet but her balance doesn’t seem to be impaired to him. He watches her and the crowd absently as the dancers revolve about the floor.
The music stops and those that are seeking refreshments leave the dance floor in search of them. Others move out to take their places amongst the dances and he follows Morrighu as they join them.
The women are handed around the circle to the men, spun about, and then handed back the other direction. Valen notices with amusement that several of the men seem to be jockeying for a position to dance with Morrighu, even if it is only for a moment.
To Morrighu’s amusement, he’s oblivious to the fact that several of the women have been jockeying for a position that will allow them to dance with him. Nathyrra, watching the whole thing from her perch on the platform, shakes with laughter.
Deekin looks at her puzzled but she only shrugs and goes back to watching the pair on the dance floor. Morrighu gets handed past him in the circle of dancers and squeezes his hand, winking as she goes by. He grins, continuing with the steps of the dance, until she comes around again.
As she goes past him, he whispers to her, “I am yours to command.”
He chuckles as she blushes furiously, but smiles at him as she goes by. Nathyrra nods approvingly, thinking to herself that he’s finally got the idea since so few men ever do.
Deekin looks at Nathyrra, “What’s so funny?”
Nathyrra sighs, “You cannot put this in your book, but I will tell you a big secret.”
Deekin’s eyes get wide as he nods in agreement.
Nathyrra leans over and whispers to him conspiratorially, “Men always think dancing is silly, but it isn’t. Dancing is about flirting and teasing. That’s why women think that men that are good at dancing are good at other things.”
Deekin looks at her puzzled, “What other things?”
Nathyrra starts to explain but considers what the discussion will entail. After a few moments of reflection, she waves Deekin off with a vague promise of explaining it later. Deekin frowns, trying to figure out what Nathyrra’s referring to.
Just then the music ends and Valen takes his leave, much to her dismay, of the lady that he ended the dance with. Making his way swiftly through the crowd, he spots Morrighu, fairly hemmed in by several would-be suitors.
He plows through them like an ice breaker through a glacier. Most have not seen him close up and as they realize his size, they simply melt back into the celebrating crowd. His grins at them, thinking of how jealous he would have been until recently.
She has spotted him when he was some distance away and given him a dazzling smile of thanks in exchange for her imminent rescue. A few of them think that they may have done something to win such a smile from her, so they linger in spite of his approach.
He elbows his way in and offers her his arm. The sharp points on his armor are a further deterrent to her crowd of admirers and he puts them to good use, coming a bit too close for their comfort.
She takes his arm and smiles up at him again. He can feel his heart race and mouth get a bit dry just at her smile. The fact that she would smile up at him so for such a small kindness is still nearly miraculous. If he believed in a deity he’d give thanks. He looks down at her and sighs contently.
As the pair begins to move off, one of the would-be suitors looks at another and says, “What’s so special about that damned tiefling? You’d think that with other options available that she’d seek her companionship elsewhere.”
One of the others chimes in, “Perhaps she prefers a tainted lover. There are rumors about paladins and what goes on in some of the temples.”
He does his best to ignore them but feels Morrighu go rigid with anger beside him. She starts to turn back but he tugs at her hand. After a moment she relents and begins to walk with him again.
The moment is a short one, however, since one of the drunkard’s pipes up, “Surely any one of us is a better man than the tiefling.”
He cringes inwardly knowing that they have now managed to make her truly angry.
She freezes in place and says to him curtly in drow, “I didn’t take that off those stupid House Maeviir males and I’m not taking it off this bunch of stupid drunken males either.”
She releases Valen’s arm and spins back toward the drunkards, eyes blazing. She rounds on them, “Who among you would walk through the Hells simply because I asked it of you?”
A few have the grace to at least look ashamed but one or two look as if they’d at least consider doing it.
Still angry, she snarls at them “Which of you has any skill at all in combat?”
While most of them stand there, looking abashed, one steps foreword and says hesitantly, “I have some small skill in that area.”
She sizes him up instantly as a dilettante since his hands have no calluses from weapons practice.
She growls at him, “Since you think you have some skill, see if you can take me off my feet.”
The would-be suitor shakes his head and backs away, “That’s not proper. It’s rude to hit a lady. Besides, my skill lies more with bladed weapons than unarmed combat. I’m not a monk, after all.”
Valen ducks his head to hide his grin, knowing what she means to do.
She shakes her head, “All forms of combat are the province of the warrior.”
She gestures to her blades, “Since you seem to think you have some skill, perhaps you’d prefer a different kind of dance. I’d loan you a blade, for this, though I usually wield both.”
She unsheathes one of her blades and flips it around, offering him the hilt. Her tentative suitor holds his hands out, shaking his head, all in a gesture of negation, “That’s a real blade. I could get hurt.”
She throws her head back and laughs, “I enter combat against all kinds of things that could hurt me. Go back to your fireside and quit kidding yourself about your skill in combat before you get hurt.”
She sheathes her blade and her admirer leans in angrily, “What do you mean offering to ‘dance’ with me with those? They’re real.”
She rolls her eyes at him and gestures at Valen, “He doesn’t complain when I want to practice with real weapons. He doesn’t even complain when I go into combat and let me assure you that trolls, ogres, dragons, demons, devils or even hobgoblins are not going to give a bent copper about your preference for not getting hurt. Oh, and they tend to use ‘real’ weapons too. When’s the last time you were ever attacked by bandits with fake swords and daggers? For that reason alone, I would not consider you.”
Her would-be beau looks the tiefling over and snorts derisively, “What’s he got that I haven’t?”
Valen sighs heavily as he sees Morrighu taking a deep breath to launch in to precisely what his failings are.
Morrighu laughs, “First off, he’s not a pride-blinded fool. I don’t really care which famous school of swordsmanship your daddy sent you to. You still have no real combat skill. I however was born into a premier house amongst a most warlike people.
From the time I could walk, I have been trained in the arts of war and combat. From the time I have been an adult, I have been a paladin. This means that I am a paladin, a consecrated warrior dedicated to the Queen of Battle.
Do you have any idea what means to be holy warrior in the service of a battle goddess? It means that I see far more than my share of combat. Yet you would probably ‘take me away from all that nastiness.’
What you fail to understand is ‘that nastiness’ is part and parcel of who and what I am. You, none of you, even understand what it is that I am. You have seen a pretty thing you want because you think it would be nice to have and might make you the envy of your friends.
I am not some simpleton to don a dress and be displayed along with your other trophies of station. Get one of your chubby in-bred princesses for that. What you really lack is substance.”
One of the others looks at her oddly, “What do you mean, we lack substance?”
She sighs, “I would never take any of you into the Hells, and if I did, I wouldn’t rely on you to remain sane and help me to do so as well. I seriously doubt that any of you are up to challenge. You are so full of yourselves that you cannot see that you are miles short of the mark you are already congratulating yourselves for hitting.”
Behind her, Valen chuckles to himself as he watches her defend his place at her side yet again. He considers her carefully and realizes that she has indeed taken him up on his offer to be her rock.
It seems odd to him that he has ever lived differently than he does now. So much of his life has changed, since she came. She’s either torn through or discarded so many of his ideas about himself and his place in the universe that it’s going to take a while for all of it to sink in.
He had always thought he’d be battling his demon for the rest of his life. Now…it’s just gone…as if it had never been. He had always thought he’d be alone and hadn’t really realized that he’d been lonely, until she blithely disregarded everyone’s warnings and stole his heart.
He, the planar who discounts all deities, finds himself mated to a paladin who is at times all but consumed by her goddess. He, who has never had any family to speak of, now by his association with her, has something resembling family.
He’s never really had much in the way of friends and now he finds several people in her circle have welcomed him warmly. He realizes that her place has shifted as well, but he doesn’t think this is as big a change for her.
Finally, he leans in and whispers in her ear, “Arguing with a fool is a waste of a wise man’s time.”
Morrighu halts in mid-sentence and promptly excuses herself from their company. He escorts her over to some tables and sits her down before fetching her some wine.
He returns with it and she laughs up at him, “You are correct. They are fools.”
On impulse, he leans down kisses her briefly. He straddles the bench next to her, leaning against the table and watches as she sips at her wine.
He sighs as she leans against him. He smiles down at her, “How are you feeling? Ready for me to whisk you out of here yet?”
She shakes her head, “I can’t leave yet, they still have something planned. Durnan won’t tell me what it is, but I think they’d all be horribly disappointed if we left now. I am getting tired though. I think I may ask him if he can do what ever it is sooner than later.”
He nods as she continues to lean against him, sipping at her wine. He puts an arm around her and sighs to himself, thinking that there is a fragile feel to her now. She looks up at him smiling and starts to say something, but a young man taps her on the shoulder and gestures for both of them to follow him.
The young man leads them back to the platform and gestures for them to go up. Morrighu looks at him and he shrugs back at her. She starts up the steps and he moves in behind her protectively.
He follows her as she meanders back to her seat next to Nathyrra. He holds her chair as she sits and then seats himself next to her. Durnan comes rushing up the steps of the platform and goes straight to Morrighu.
He grabs Morrighu hand, dragging her to the front of the platform and gestures for Valen to join them. Durnan gestures to the musicians to stop playing and then shouts for the crowd’s attention.
Most of them are too wrapped up in their own conversations to actually pay attention so Durnan shouts again. Valen, chuckling softly to himself about the crowd continuing to ignore Durnan, steps foreword.
Valen surveys the crowd for a moment before he takes a deep breath. He pauses for a moment waiting to see what Durnan will do next. Durnan stands there looking slightly flustered so Valen barks at the crowd for their attention.
To Durnan’s dismay, the crowd instantly falls silent and turns to face the platform. Durnan shoots him a grateful glance before beginning his announcement. Valen stands there stunned as he hears Durnan publicly offering them an estate, titles, and a permanent income if they will only settle In Waterdeep for a year.
To his even greater surprise, Valen hears that he’s included in offer and that it’s hereditary. He looks at Morrighu to see what her reaction is and sees that she’s frowning.
He puts a hand on her shoulder and leans down to whisper to her, “What is it, my love? This is everything we had discussed and more just handed to us.”
She shakes her head slightly while trying to force a smile, “I do not like it. The Lords of Waterdeep are also many of the same men as the Lords of the Alliance. I trust them no further than I can spit. There is some catch that isn’t readily apparent. They never give anything away.”
Valen nods, “What do you plan to do?”
She shrugs, “Smile and make the best of it. They’ve put us in an awkward position. If we refuse their offer, we’ll appear to be ungrateful wretches and I have no doubt of their ability to exploit that. If we accept, we will be bound by the terms of their agreement which I also have no doubt of their ability to exploit. It’s almost as bad as making a deal with the Baatezu.”
She grins up at him, “I have found that tanar’ri are more trustworthy than the Lords of the Alliance.”
He nods, hoping that her instincts once again guide them properly. He leans down and whispers to her again, “Did you notice that they’ve included me? I think it might be a peace offering from Durnan.”
“Leland, please don’t leave me again.” I whispered, my voice cracking.
“Lynn, I’m sorry. I can’t do this. I can not stand here and watch you rub that aloe on. I don’t want to be, but I can’t help it. You stir me more than any woman has in a long time. Lying there next to your naked body was sheer torture. It’s taken every ounce of my will power not to try and kiss away your pain. The last thing you need right now is another mans hands on you. I’ll wait in the living room!” He said painfully as he walked slowly back towards his bedroom.
“Leland! Please, you’re wrong. The only time I don’t feel his touch is when I feel yours!”
“I won’t take advantage of you like this.” He said standing in the doorway, arms crossed. It was apparent that he was a true gentleman. Many times over the course of the last few hours he had shown that to me, but this for me was the most telling example.
“You aren’t taking advantage of me if I ask. Leland, please make love to me and help me forget, if just for a little while, what happened to today. Please…” I pleaded, reaching out to him, trying to make him understand how much I needed his touch.
“God forgive me.” He whispered as he slowly walked towards me unbuttoning his camouflaged pants. Stepping out of them as he crossed the bedroom, he stood before me moments later, hard and ready. His naked form was breath-taking.
I would find out later that he was a former mixed martial arts fighter, and spent some of his free time coaching kids in the same. His chest was solid and his six-pack well defined. The athlete in him was very evident.
My eyes roved from his bare feet, following lean legs, which turned into well muscled thighs. I turned my gaze up to meet his eyes as he asked me again, giving me yet another chance to back out. “Are you sure this is what you want?”
“Yes, please make love to me.” I told him as I reached for him. He took my hand and laid down beside me. It felt so wonderful to have his toned, chiseled body stretched along the length of my own. The hard planes of his chest fit perfectly into my supple curves. His solid thighs rubbed gently against my soft ones, his hardness nestled snugly into my clean-shaven mound.
His hands roamed tenderly across my skin. Stroking me softly, he leaned in closer to taste my lips. His soft lips met mine in a gentle, almost timid kiss. I returned his kiss with passion.
In Leland’s strong arms I no longer felt the evils of earlier in the day swirling around me like a cloud of volcanic ash. In his arms, my horrible memories disappeared. His kisses began to echo my own, becoming more heated with each exchange.
With my arms wrapped around his neck, I tangled my fingers into his long dark brown ponytail. I moaned with pleasure when his fingers began to work their way down my tummy , caressing, teasing and easing my fears further from my mind. Leland trailed his hand down, slowly and softly until his fingers found my pussy.
“Oh God yes!” I moaned as he strummed my clit like playing a love song on a guitar. Gently he rubbed, making me shiver with delight. His fingers gently caressed me, his kisses traveled across the planes of my body. Leland trailed kisses down my neck towards my breasts.
He slowed when he reached them, and ran his tongue softly along each bruise in turn. I moaned with pleasure as my nipples tightened with the tender sensation. Leland began to kiss each darkening bruise almost as if apologizing for them.
I looked down into his face and stroked his hair as he wiped away my pain. Our eyes met and he smiled his room brightening smile before gently taking my right nipple between his lips, suckling tenderly.
Bringing his hand back up from his play at my clit he softly massaged my other tit. I moan in pleasure as he swirled his tongue around my hardening nipple. It began to stiffen until it was almost painful. The pain was the kind that comes from pleasure beyond anything you’ve ever felt before.
Leland then switched to my other nipple and began to gently caress the right breast. I watched as he snaked his tongue out to tickle the tip of my pink nipple. I groaned again as he teased me closer to my release.
Hearing my moan he chuckled softly before traveling further down until he reached my flat tummy. His kisses rained down upon my hips as I writhed under his touch. His feather light kisses tickled, making me squirm as he inched slowly downwards towards my bare mound.
He slowed and gently blew a warm breath on my pussy lips, before sliding his tongue out to trace my slit. His tongue slid from my pussy to my clit again and again, slowly each time. Every few licks Leland would capture my clit in his lips and suck gently.
His tender kisses rapidly built my pleasure higher and higher, like a tower of bricks. It began to wobble on the edge of ecstasy, when I gently reached down to grasp his chin, to get him to look at me.
“Please Leland, I need you inside me. I want to cum with you inside me.” He lifted himself up level with me and we locked eyes as he surged into my wet passage.
The sheer overwhelming pleasure our coupling brought caused me to cry out. My cry was, however, lost when his lips claimed mine as his shaft buried deep inside. Every thrust was met with an answering thrust of my own.
As we rocked together I could almost feel his strength and passion flow into my body. I knew at that very moment that my life would never be the same. I knew that I would be able to look back on today with a smile on my face. I knew that the fear and the horror of what almost happened to me on the volcano would no longer haunt me.
Through his love-making, Leland gave me the power to overcome anything. We continued kissing as we made love, our tongues dancing with the rhythm of our bodies.
Suddenly, with no effort at all, Leland rolled over onto his back. His hands rested on my hips, urging me upwards. I realized that once again he was giving the power back to me. My life and my orgasm was in my own control. I slid my hands along his chest, taking my turn to explore his body.
I gloried in watching his eyes glisten as I raised myself slowly along his shaft. He groaned as I brought my body back down his shaft, lowering myself until I felt his hips against my ass. I enjoyed the feeling of his sweat-slick skin sliding under my fingers. I gently scratched my nails over his hard nipples making him groan again.
“Ride me. This is just for you babe.” he said huskily, caressing my skin. I rode his cock hard, as Leland willed my passion on. “That’s it, little one, let it all go. No one is ever gonna hurt you again!” Leland’s tender words sent me spiraling off the cliff of passion and into the ocean of exhilaration.
His own climax hit just seconds after mine began. My body was alight with sensation, I could almost swear I felt his hot seed pour into me. We cried out our release together as I collapsed on top of him. I lay there with my head upon his chest, and listened as our hearts beat out a rapid tattoo, ‘thumping’ in perfect harmony.
After catching my breath, I turned to Leland and said, “Thank you for saving my life today, and thank you for easing away the demons from my body.”
“The pleasure was mine.” Leland said as he claimed my mouth again and branded it with a searing kiss.
“The End? (Please let me know what you think, shall I continue? Your comments are greatly appreciated!)”
“I want this,” Ashley insisted. “I want to taste you.”
With that Jenny gave up protesting, not that she had ever wanted
Ashley to stop, and let the actress lay her down on the bed. Ashley was unsure of what should be her next move, but she had enough of an idea of where she should be heading.
After marveling at Jenny’s naked body, her large breasts, firm tummy, and shaved pussy, Ashley went to the source of her pleasure and eagerly tasted another woman for the first time. It was a strange taste to be sure, Ashley thought to herself having never even tasted herself until a few moments ago, but it was a taste she could quickly grow to love. She then began to gently lick at Jenny’s swollen clit.
“Oh yesssss,” Jenny moaned as she ran her hand through Ashley’s hair. “Lick it nice and slow. Taste how wet you got me. That’s the spot right there! Oh fuck yeah!”
Ashley was grateful for Jenny’s words, she needed to know what made her feel good and she loved the fact that she had gotten the girl this turned on. She knew she was beautiful and that men lusted after her all over the world, but this was different. This was better.
“Lick right there! Right there!” Jenny instructed, amazed at what a good job Ashley was doing for her first time. “Lick my pussy Ashley! You’re doing so well!”
Ashley felt a spark of new arousal in her own pussy as she licked Jenny. She only wished she’d listened to her friend earlier. She’d been missing so much, but now she could make up for lost time.
“Tell me when you’re about to come,” Ashley stated, her voice slipping into her natural drawl and turning Jenny on even more. “I want to feel you come against my face. I want to taste everything you have to give me!”
“Almost…almost there baby!” Jenny groaned. “Just don’t stop.
Keep your tongue right there!”
Jenny then looked down and saw one of the sexiest sights she
thought she would ever see. She had long been unfazed to the whole nature of celebrities, there’d been so many she’d had as clients, but at the moment the idea of Ashley Judd licking her pussy was too much for her and when she looked down and saw her sexy face buried between her legs Jenny exploded.
Ashley greedily lapped up the juices flowing from Jenny. She just wanted to get it all over her face and spread it all over her breasts and stomach. She wanted to cover herself in the essence of sex and wanted to feel another woman’s tongue in her again and again and again.
Not holding back a bit, Jenny screamed and cried in rapture.
Ashley going down on her was an added bonus, but the fact she had done so well at it was almost unbelievable. I think I’ve got a new favorite client, Jenny thought to herself as her orgasm ran it’s intense course through her body.
Jenny then reached for Ashley and the two lovers eagerly kissed and stroked each other as they lay down on the bed.
“I’ve never felt anything that good in my life,” Ashley admitted. “I wasn’t sure if I should do this, but now I feel so stupid for thinking that.”
“So I take it you’re not planning on making this a one time visit?” Jenny asked.
“Oh I think you’ll see me again,” Ashley coyly answered, punctuating her words with a kiss.
The two lovers were lost in their kisses again, but one thought remained in Ashley’s head. When could she next come back?
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