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Date Posted: 10:01:11 02/24/01 Sat
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's message, "The Path of Thorns" on 09:58:31 02/24/01 Sat
Chapter 2
**The Docks**
“Now Lucas, you know better than to greet me like that,” Helena Cassadine said sweetly, floating down towards the young man. “It’s been a while.”
Lucky flinched as she gently touched the side of his face, smiling sickeningly the entire time. “Not long enough.”
“I just don’t understand your stubbornness when it comes to our relationship. Must you act like a child, really?”
“I think I’ve earned the right,” Lucky retorted. “Didn’t you kidnap me as a baby? Didn’t you threaten the Antolli’s if they didn’t take me in and raise me? Didn’t you submit me to your own personal sort of education? I think I deserve to be less than thrilled to see you Helena.”
“It must be something abnormal in the Spencer genes . . .hatred is such an unattractive quality for such a beautiful young man,” Helena cooed. “How are you enjoying Port Charles so far?”
“Just leave me alone,” he said quickly, backing away. “You promised me that I would be given time to meet my family, to get to know them without your interference. Are you going back on that?”
“This is my home too Lucky, that yacht,” she pointed out onto the harbor. “Is where I reside. If you need someplace to stay, I do have an extra room.”
“I’ve been your prisoner my entire life. And I do understand this is just another of your tedious chess games, the rules of which I don’t fully understand yet, but I honestly want to meet the people whose blood I share. You may have prevented me from growing up a Spencer Helena, but I am one. If you didn’t want me to be like them, to have the slightest bit of curiosity, why on earth would you ever have those goddam tutors educate me about them? Why would you taunt me about my family, but prevent me from visiting them. Why?”
“Oh, dear boy, do not question what you could never understand.”
Lucky shook his head, turning to look out at the water. “I may not understand, I may not have grown up witnessing the war between these two families. But I know one thing, I’m a victim, but I will not be a victim any longer Helena. Your mind games on me are over.”
Helena watched him, noticing how his body tensed as he spoke. Lucky had no idea how much control she had over him, over everyone. Nobody could ever know.
“Lucky, what may I ask, do you plan to tell your family when they ask where you have been?” Helena wondered, watching the young man freeze in his tracks.
“The truth, what do you think?”
“Well, if I were you Lucky, I’d leave my name out of it. You wouldn’t want something to happen to your precious Maria, would you?” she threatened, enjoying the fear she brought to the young man’s eyes.
“Don’t you dare hurt her,” Lucky said coolly, trying his best to keep his composure. “She never asked to be drug into this mess, it’s not her fault. Leave her out of it.”
“That’s not in my hands Lucky, it’s in yours. I do have a request, one more game of chess Lucky, don’t deprive me of one last match,” Helena requested.
Spinning on his heels Lucky grabbed his luggage before stepping inches away from Helena. “No more chess, no more games. You won’t touch my family, here or in Italy, you’ll let us live in peace, for once. If not, I’ll end this game myself Helena. After all, I have no real ties to anyone, except you and myself. I hate you, and I need to free myself. So either leave me alone, or come to understand exactly what you created.”
**L&B Records – Outside**
“Yeah, I understand . . .just get back to me as soon as possible. I need the definite figures about those contracts before the end of the month . . .thanks,” Alexis quickly flipped her phone shut and shoved it into her bag when she felt someone’s hand on her arm. “Not in the alley Ned,” she giggled before looking up to see who it was.
“Not Ned, but if changing my name is what will allow you to fall madly in love with me, I’ll gladly oblige,” the man said smoothly, his dark brown eyes penetrating Alexis’s.
“Andreas, do you have a goal to get us both killed?” Alexis asked seriously, shrugging his hand off of her arm.
He smiled, adjusting his tie formally before whispering, “Don’t worry my dear, nobody will hurt either of us.”
“First of all, you only have a mild crush on me, for reasons I’m not entirely sure, I certainly haven’t led you on. Secondly, and conversely, I will never enter into a relationship with a man who is Helena’s towel boy,” she explained derisively, attempting to proceed into the office.
“Do not deny it Alexis, we are destined to be together,” he exclaimed before lowering his voice. “Besides, all you have to do is say the word and I’ll end my affiliation with Madame.”
Alexis reached forward, smoothing the lapel of his suit coat, “Which, will end your life. The only way we’d ever be free to be together Andreas, that is if I wanted to be with you, is if Helena was either dead or in prison for the remainder of her miserable life. And for some reason, that sort of evil doesn’t get locked up and rarely dies.”
“I promise you Alexis, we’ll be together one day,” Andreas declared before she entered L&B.
“I’m with Ned Andreas, we’ve been together a long time,” she informed him.
“Proximity and longevity does not a relationship make. One moment with me and your singing CEO will only be a memory.”
“Go back to your Madame Andreas, I have work to do.”
Alexis shook her head and opened the door to L&B, what she found sounded a lot like World War 3. Emily was standing in front of Ned, talking loudly and angrily. Sly was arguing with Dylan, who Alexis was completely shocked to see back in town. Ned was yelling at Dylan for something, and the phone was ringing off the hook.
“Quiet, quiet, QUIET!” Alexis yelled, finally bringing her fingers to her mouth and whistling. The shouting stopped and everyone turned to face her. “Thank you . . .gosh, you can tell you are Quatermaines.”
“I resent that!” Sly spoke up; “I am NOT a Quatermaine.”
“No, but you act a hell of a lot like one Sly,” Alexis informed the young man with a smile. “Now, what is the problem?”
“HE is the problem,” Emily said pointing towards her cousin. “Dylan thinks he’s moving to Port Charles. Please tell Ned that is ridiculous.”
Alexis turned to Ned expectantly, waiting for an explanation. “Yes, that’s the truth.”
“It was his idea,” Dylan added with a grin.
“You’ve got to be kidding me Ned,” Alexis said, a bit surprised by Ned’s decision. “You do remember the torment he put Chloe through . . .the poor woman has been in hiding in Milan ever since.”
“First of all, that’s not quite true. She’s working on the fall line, that’s all,” Ned began. “Dylan is here because I wanted him . . .because he has the ability to get himself into big trouble when he’s not supervised. And with my mother in Rio for the next six months, leaving Dylan alone at boarding school in London wasn’t the smartest thing in the world.”
“Well, must he take the room next door to mine? I can barely stand to look at him let alone have to deal with him every morning,” Emily complained, leaning into Sly.
“Can’t we talk about this later … I have calls to make right now,” Ned said in a huff. “Speaking, where is my receptionist?”
“Who?” Emily asked curiously.
“Sarah Webber,” Ned stated smugly.
“She hasn’t been working here for two weeks Ned, she took a job as Lucy’s assistant at Jacks Cosmetics . . .remember, you gave her the recommendation,” Alexis explained with a sigh, her mind still on Andreas’s insane crush on her.
“She doesn’t . . .work here anymore?” Ned muttered, flipping through his planner absently. “Next time, can someone please tell me when I lose an employee?”
“Ned, you have like three employees total . . .and V works in New York, she doesn’t even work here. How hard can it possibly be to keep your employees straight?” Sly asked with an arrogant laugh.
“Well, am I hiring anyone . . . seriously? A replacement for Sarah comes to mind,” Ned mumbled, sitting down at the reception desk, flipping through the Rolodex for the phone number of a temp service.
“Hey guys, what’s going on?” Gina Cates asked, walking into the office with a smile on her face.
“Do you work here?” Ned asked, pointing at the unsuspecting young woman.
“Ned, if I didn’t know any better I’d say you are a bit stressed? How’d you like me to be your assistant here running this little company?” Dylan offered, slapping his older brother on the back.
“What about school?”
“It’s the summer Ned . . .and I for one think it is a great idea,” Emily perked up. “Get the little brat out of my hair.”
Dylan glared at Emily before continuing, “Oh drat, I guess that means you won’t be filling in as receptionist, huh?”
“Only if it were hell and you were checking in,” she retorted with a sour smile.
“Enough. First, Dylan, you are hired. Second, do you work here?” he asked, turning back to Gina.
“Here? No, I work at Luke’s and go to PCU . . .” she looked to Alexis confused, “Did he hit his head? Does he not remember who I am?”
Alexis laughed cautiously, “He’s been under a lot of stress. The tour just ended and he found out that Sarah Webber no longer works here.”
“Well, yeah, she’s with Lucy now . . .the only person on earth with as much energy as vapid one,” Gina muttered, her dislike for Sarah showing through instantly. Gina had, since first meeting them, a crush on both Landon and Nikolas. It would make sense then, that she would resent the two guys’ girlfriends. Though, amazingly, Sarah was the only one to bare the brunt of her unrequited love. In fact, Liz and Gina had become good friends through the years. It didn’t mean that Gina wouldn’t love to have Landon’s attention, she just didn’t let that particular crush get the better of her.
“What was that?” Emily asked with a laugh, knowing her friend’s dislike of her other friend. It was an odd place for Emily to be, caught in between the often-catty relationships of Gina and Sarah, and Liz and Sarah.
“Oh, nothing,” Gina sighed, brushing a strand of her golden blonde hair off of her shoulder. “So, L&B needs a new receptionist?”
“Yes, do you know of anybody?” Sly asked curiously. “Cause, I for one, am not going to be answering phones around here. I’m the technical engineer, answering phones is not in my job description.”
“What about Maxie Jones?”
“Felecia’s daughter? How old is she?” Ned wondered, scratching his head. “Isn’t she like twelve?”
“No, gosh no, she’s seventeen. I think she’d be perfect . . .she spends enough time on the phone at Kelly’s, must have been practicing for something. Right?”
“Meow, we’re in a catty mood today, aren’t we?” Emily teased her friend, nudging her in the side.
Ned grumbled something under his breath before placing his head in his hands in frustration. “My tech is 20, my assistant is 17, and now my receptionist is 17 . . .do I look like Mr. Belding or something?”
“What?” Alexis asked, her face twisted in confusion.
“Reference to the early 90’s television show ‘Saved By The Bell’ . . . Gee Ned, I didn’t realize you were a fan,” Dylan added with a smirk as he flopped onto the couch, grabbing the latest issue of ‘Rolling Stone’. “I really think the music biz is going to be fun. Who knows, maybe I’ve found my nitch.”
“Who knows, I may finally go totally insane,” Ned exclaimed.
**The Cottage**
“Hey Prikolas, you home?” Landon yelled as he pushed his way into the cottage.
“That is one attractive nickname you have for your brother,” Sarah scolded with a laugh as she came down the stairs, her hair damp from a recent shower.
“I thought you had a meeting with Lucy today?” Landon wondered as he sat down on the couch, glancing at the VCR clock. “It’s only four o’clock, shouldn’t you still be at work Webber?”
“Shouldn’t you be . . . somewhere other than here Spencer?”
“Touché,” he said with a laugh. “Turns out Maxie scared Nikolas away from Kelly’s today, I was just stopping by to see if he wanted to go hit a few buckets down at the driving range.”
“I still can’t believe you got Nikolas into golf . . . in fact, I can’t believe you play golf. You know Landon, that rebel image you are going for really isn’t aided by being a golfer,” Sarah informed her friend as she walked into the kitchen.
“Yeah, but I just play to keep my eye hand coordination sharp for baseball, you know that,” he yelled into the kitchen.
Sarah reentered the living room, tossing Landon a bottle of water before sitting down next to him, curling her legs under her body. “How did Luke Spencer’s son become a conventional, ordinary baseball player?”
“Somewhere along the way my parents went wrong. What can I say, kids stray,” he countered with a laugh. “Hey Sarah, can I ask you something?”
“Sure.”
“Do you ever get a feeling like . . .like something big is about to happen?”
Sarah looked at him curiously for a moment before smiling, “Like a premonition? Landon, just because I work with Lucy doesn’t mean I’m psychic too.”
“Ha ha, funny Webber, but I’m serious. All day I have had this feeling . . .in my gut, like something is coming. It’s been weird.”
“Have you been eating my sister’s cooking again? Cause Landon that will do it to you, without a doubt. Don’t worry, that feeling in your stomach will eventually go away,” Sarah noted with a frown, patting his stomach lightly.
“No, no, nothing like that Sarah. It’s like something is coming, something big,” Landon sighed, rubbing his eyes tiredly, “and nothing will be the same afterwards.”
**Spencer House**
“Angel, I’m home,” Luke called out as he entered his family home, sighing when he saw Laura sitting on floor in front of the couch, surrounded by photo albums. “Oh no, you didn’t show the Princess pictures of me in my Afro days, did you?” he asked with a laugh as he sat behind her on the couch.
“No, she’s with Leslie today, they went to the park I think,” Laura explained, a melancholy tone in her voice.
Luke looked down at her, frowning, “Angel, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing, I was just . . .thinking. Do you know what today is?”
“June 30, I think, yeah, we got a shipment in today . . .” Luke muttered to himself. “I’m drawing a blank Laura, what is special about today?”
Without saying anything she handed Luke a manila envelope, which he hesitantly took, opening slowly. Looking at the contents he knew instantly what was wrong with his wife.
“He would have been 19 today Luke, a man,” she sighed, glancing down at a picture of her and Luke, she was pregnant and glowing, Luke was smiling like a goofball.
“The Cowboy, how could I forget,” Luke said softly, choking back the sudden tears he felt in his throat. “I always wonder what he’d have been like had he made it, if we didn’t lose him. I know for sure, he’d have your eyes and smile. Hopefully he’d have been like me, in my few good ways. The perfect combination of us, you know?”
“It would have been nice for Landon to have had a brother, someone to grow up with . . . he was lonely growing up, I know it. That’s why he’s so close to Nikolas . . . do you think, somewhere inside, he knows he once had another brother?” Laura wondered her voice slightly fearful.
“How could he know? He doesn’t know, trust me.” Luke paused, taking Laura’s hand into his, smiling. “We did the right thing by not telling him, by not telling anyone. We lost Lucas when he was a day old. We grieved, but we were blessed with Landon. The fact he was born eleven months after we lost our first baby . . . Laura, no matter what happened, he would have seen it as being a replacement. And that is the last thing I want my son to feel.”
Luke and Laura’s first son, Lucas Lorenzo Jr, died, they thought, of heart defects at only a day old. It tore them apart inside, the child was a blessing and to have him ripped from them before they ever had time with him could have split them. But instead their relationship grew stronger, they helped each other heal, and in no time Laura was pregnant again. They didn’t plan on it, but when it happened it felt right. Landon Spencer was born exactly eleven months after the death of his brother, but he never knew that. Luke and Laura, not wanting to burden their young son with the knowledge he had a brother that died as a baby, decided not to tell him. Not many people knew about Lucas, only Ruby and Bobbie knew all the details.
Despite missing their first son, they found a way to move on, to start a happy, healthy family.
“It wouldn’t be good for us to dwell on what we can’t change, we have to live in the here and now. Laura, we can’t get Lucas back or change history.”
**Wyndymere – Stefan’s Study**
“Yes, do whatever is necessary, thank you Bradley. I appreciate your dedication when it comes to Cassadine Industries,” Stefan said before hanging up the phone.
“Oh Stefan, hasn’t anyone ever told you all work and no play makes for a very, dull boy?” Helena asked, having seemingly appeared in Stefan’s office.
He shot to his feet, glaring at his mother. “How did you get in here? I have . . .I have security.”
“Since when has that ever stopped anyone? You’re little home here is practically Grand Central Station, you should really reconsider that security team of yours,” Helena explained as she sat down elegantly in the seat in front of Stefan’s desk.
“What are you doing here mother? I’m far too busy to engage in a trite dialogue with you,” he sighed, still standing his ground.
“I’ve come to visit Nikolas.”
“You know he no longer lives here.”
Helena rolled her eyes, “Yes, but it appears that he’s never at that god forsaken cottage. And I really do not find Miss Webber to be the most inspiring person to speak with.”
“As if you would ever enter that home mother. Nikolas wants nothing to do with you, nor do I,” Stefan retorted.
“His feelings for me are clouded by being raised by such an inept man as yourself Stefan. I’m amazed he has a backbone, with you and Laura as his parents poor Nikolas was doomed from the beginning,” Helena chortled with a graceful smile. “I suppose it is possible for charm and strength and intelligence to skip a generation.”
“If you have only come to berate me mother, please leave. I really do not have time for your hackneyed insults.”
Helena rose, leaning across the desk, closer to her second born son. “I’ve always found the relationship between brothers to be fascinating.”
Stefan stared at Helena, unsure of what brought on her sudden shift in conversation. Then again, somehow everything with Helena led back to one thing: family. Her belief in his ineptness, her glorification of Stavros, her hatred of the Spencer and reverence for every other Cassadine ruled Helena’s life.
“The point being?”
“The relationship brothers have is always fascinating. There is always one who is dominant and one who is, in some cases, by default, in others because they are simply weak, not. But the relationship is always balanced on a thin beam. Take Landon and Nikolas. Nikolas, despite his early misgivings about the Spencer boy, has become the dominant one in the relationship. You were always the weak one, Stavros was much stronger. But what if a third brother had been presented? Would you dominate him? Would Nikolas be stronger? Or would Landon?”
“What is your point mother? Interested in having another child? If you became pregnant even the religious right would advocate ending the pregnancy. The last thing this world needs is a child raised solely by you, or influenced by you in any way, however peripherally.”
“Why on earth would you ever think a child would turn out badly?” Helena asked with a gleam in her eye. “You know so little Stefan, so very little.”
With that Helena left the room as swiftly as she entered it, leaving her embittered son perplexed. Helena was up to something. What she was up to though, was the question.
**Kelly’s – Courtyard**
Liz walked out of the diner as her shift ended. She noticed Maxie sitting at one of the tables, a cigarette in her left hand, having just taken a long drag on it.
“What are you doing?” Liz asked with a sigh.
“Uh, duh, Liz. It kind of looks like I was smoking.”
“You’re break is over, go back in there and take table three’s order, ok?”
“Who made you boss?” Maxie asked irritably.
“Well, Luke and Bobbie made me assistant manager, that’s who,” Liz retorted with a smile, snatching the cigarette from Maxie’s hand. “As for these, does your mother know you smoke them?”
“No, and it’s not like I’m addicted…. I only do it once and a while . . .why am I explaining myself to you?”
“Go back to work Maxie,” Liz ordered, pointing at the door. Maxie obeyed and slipped into the diner, leaving Liz alone outside for a moment.
“I hate working double shifts,” Maxie grumbled as she went inside.
She looked at the cigarette and laughed, she gave it up so long ago she couldn’t even imagine smoking again. Yet, spurred on by the curiosity if smoking was like riding a bike, she took a quick drag.
“You better be careful. You could stunt your growth,” a soft male voice announced. Liz turned to see who was talking, but only saw a dark shadow.
“Is there a reason you care?” she asked, still searching the darkness for the person’s face.
“Uh uh,” he replied, finally stepping out of the shadow. Liz gasped, not expecting to see someone so young, so handsome.
“Well that’s too bad. What’s your name?”
“Lucky.”
Unable to resist a joke, Liz smirked at the young man, “We’ll see.”
Lucky grinned at her, laughing softly, “That’s funny.”
“I bet you get that often, that joke about your name?” Liz asked, feeling bad about making the joke.
“Nope, you’re the first . . .but then again, my name in Italy doesn’t have the same connotations as it does here,” he noted, revealing an absolutely breathtakingly perfect smile.
“Italy?” Liz asked in surprise.
“Yep, viva Italia!” Lucky said with a smirk.
“You don’t look Italian, and for that matter, you don’t even sound the slightest bit Italian,” Liz noted, looking the young man over suspiciously.
“Now that I get a lot,” Lucky said, moving closer to the diner, peering inside before turning back to Liz. “I was born in Texas but grew up in Italy. I had tutors for as long as I can remember who made sure I mastered English. Not to mention we had a ton of American cable stations. I grew up watching ‘Who’s the Boss’ and ‘LA Law’, which helped.”
“Can you speak Italian?”
Lucky leaned closer, his blue eyes twinkling, “When I’m in the mood.”
“Oh, you’re a smooth one, huh?” Liz joked, returning his smile.
With a shrug he looked at her before asking, “You know my name, can I get yours?”
“Elizabeth Webber, but you can call me Liz, everyone does,” she explained. Liz couldn’t explain it, but as she stood there speaking to the stranger she felt an odd sense of familiarity, unable to place why.
“Well Elizabeth,” he said pointedly, making eye contact before continuing, “I have to go see if I can get a room to rent. It was a pleasure meeting you.”
“You’re getting a room at Kelly’s?” Lucky nodded, holding his bags in the air. “I work there, my boyfriend lives here in fact. If you have any trouble getting a room, though I’m sure you won’t, just tell them I said it’s ok.”
“You’re giving me a recommendation? You don’t even know me. How do you know I’m not a psycho with a fetish for beautiful brunettes with gray blue eyes?”
Liz paused, thrown by the intensity in his voice when he said she was beautiful. Shaking it off, she smiled politely. “I just have a hunch. Besides, I’m a close personal friend of Sonny Corinthos . . .”
“Point taken,” Lucky said quickly, winking at Elizabeth. “So I’ll see you around?”
“I’m sure of it,” Liz noted. She glanced down at her watch, frowning briefly. “If I wasn’t in such a hurry, I’d come in with you to talk to Bobbie but . . .”
“Don’t worry about me, I can handle this on my own.”
“It’s just I’m having dinner at my boyfriend’s parents house tonight. You never want to miss a moment with Luke, he’s the best entertainment in town,” she explained with a laugh, not noticing the flicker of recognition in Lucky’s eyes at the mention of Luke.
Lucky reached out, touching her arm gently, his voice soft and honest, “Go on Elizabeth, I’ll be fine. It was wonderful meeting you though. Who knows, maybe we’ll end up friends.”
“I’d like that,” she said with a grin before turning to leave. She stopped at the gate, smiling back at Lucky. “Bye Lucky.”
Lucky watched her leave, lingering outside of Kelly’s a moment later. Helena had provided him with files on everyone in Port Charles, including his brothers and his brother’s girlfriends. He had yet to meet either young man yet, and he had no real interest in meeting Sarah. But from the moment he saw the picture of Elizabeth Webber, Lucky knew he had to meet her. He couldn’t explain why, but now that he finally came face to face with his brother’s girlfriend one thing was clear to Lucky, he had to get to know her better.
**The Park**
Nikolas sat on the bench, silently watching a few kids playing baseball across the way. He smiled wistfully, wondering what it would have been like to grow up like a normal kid. He knew Landon didn’t have the most conventional childhood, but once the Spencers got to Port Charles he figured out how to live a normal life. Nikolas never got that, it was never an option.
He was always the Prince, and even though he found out he was Stefan’s son, deep down he still felt like the Prince. Being raised and bred to be something can’t be erased by DNA. Nikolas was formal and proper, he barely knew the rules to baseball, let alone how to play the game his brother was a star at. Part of Nikolas envied his brother, but more than anything he just wished he had a chance to grow up with him.
It was amazing they had actually become brothers and best friends despite being polar opposites, despite being a Spencer and a Cassadine. A war neither young man wanted any part of, a war they never let get the better with them. Even when Nikolas was seeing Sarah behind Landon’s back they still managed to work through the problems and become close.
“Penny for your thoughts.”
Nikolas rose his eyes, meeting the friendly gaze of Gina. “Gina, what are you doing here?”
“I was just on my way back to Kelly’s to inform Maxie she will not have to work there anymore,” she said with a laugh.
“What?”
“Long story, I’ll tell you later . . .so, what are you doing out here all alone. Shouldn’t you be home, it is supper time.”
“Oh, right, and it’s Friday, so that means Sarah is probably making something bland and dry,” Nikolas noted with a laugh.
“As opposed to juicy and delicious every other day?” Gina asked jokingly. “Just now, you looked deep in thought. What about?”
Nikolas took a deep breath, looking at his friend with a smile. “I was thinking about my brother and my life and everything. Kind of vague, right?”
“Nah, not vague, just deep.”
“Oh yeah, I’m real deep . . . I’m an open book Gina. Albeit, I’m probably written in Russian or Greek or something, but I’m open and ready for the reading.”
Gina shook her head, placing a hand on Nikolas’s arm. “Nikolas Cassadine is not an open book. You are contemplative, and introspective, and complicated . . .far from an open book. I don’t think anybody is really that easy to read. We all have our secrets.”
“Oh really? Like what kind of secrets do you possibly have Miss Cates?”
She looked at him, studying his eyes, “Now if I told you Nikolas, they wouldn’t be secrets, would they?”
“Got me there.”
“I think life is one big secret, a mystery waiting to unravel. Who knows what we’ll find along the way. And in Port Charles, that can be just about anything.”
Nikolas nodded his head, thinking about everything he witnessed since coming to Port Charles, since learning about the city. “Dead lovers coming back to life, mobsters being idolized, my family trying to freeze the town, long lost children . . .that’s practically and epidemic here.”
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