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I will finish this entirely or turn it into a dual promo at some point. One of the two.

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STARTER CALL!!

IF it gets past 13, that’ll be the cut off or I’ll just be selective with what I do after that number. It depends on my time! These starters will be made tonight and tomorrow to go in a queue on Tuesday while I’m at work.

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WE ARE BY THE SUFFERANCE OF GOD,                                 K I N G   OF   E N G L A N D

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            And the kings of England in times past have answered to no superior but God

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❝It is true. I was unfaithful to you with all of them. With half your court. With soldiers of your guard, with grooms, with stablehands. Look for the rest of your life at every man that ever knew me and wonder if I didn’t find him a better man than you!❞ ( angst me up )

Such was the silence that you might have heard a pin drop. Those cutting words had their intended effect, slicing through the cavern of his chest and piercing true the spot where his heart was debated to be. Inhale. Exhale. Henry was forced to remind himself to breathe as he stared down the dark, stormy eyes of Anne Boleyn. All the while his mind was blank with white hot rage - a debilitating sickness that churned and ravaged his conscious. 

There was something about her saying it. It did something to hear the words so bluntly from her own lips - lips that had once spoken only of love and devotion. What should have been triumph at the sound of her admission was instead blistering rage and wounded pride.

How dare she!

What time was there to think? She surely hadn’t! What time was there to come up with some alternative course? Fate had laughingly brought them here. His hands gripped her shoulders, callous and shaking as the flush of anger washed over his face and painted fair skin a furious red. 

It was one thing for Cromwell to accuse her. Charles. Himself. They all had a common end; a goal to see her gone. She was a blight on the throne! A wretched mistake in the desperate quest for a son. Anne had used him! Lied to him! No sons! No princes! No boys!

Had he not fulfilled his part of the promise? He had loved her. He had given her a crown and raised her family further than any other. Henry had given her the whole of England in the palm of her pretty little hand.

She had given him bitterness and strife. She had given him insults after insult, words that over stepped her bounds and brought his rule into question. 

Where was his heir? The Tudor name - his father’s legacy - She would see it finished!

The scream that ripped from his lips was guttural and filled with all of their failures. Everything that he felt was let loose in a dark wave of madness.

Damn her! Damn her to hell!

❝ I gave you everything, madam! I tore this entire country to pieces for the sake of you! ❞ 

His pursuit of this wretched witch had made him the laughing stock of the Christian world! Mocked and ridiculed! Questioned at every corner and chided like a whipping boy at every turn! 

And still, he had loved her!

❝ I AM THE KING OF ENGLAND AND YOU HAVE MADE A FOOL OF ME! ❞ 

Blue eyes searched her face, looking beyond the dark circles and lines for the maiden that he had chased with a fervor. Even now - especially now in her defiance - she was beautiful and that alone infuriated him.

Would she always have such power over him? Would she always hold such authority over him? A woman! 

Henry wouldn’t hear it.

❝ May you rot in hell for all the love that I bore you and your deceptions. ❞ 

His lips crushed against hers, demanding the entirety of her being. If there were other men, he would burn them out. Never would any man plague her as he did. Never would any man command her as he. 

No man was his equal - next to him there was none superior. Let her be reminded and know it when the sword came down. Let neither of them be free.

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… we recognized immediately that we could so easily annihilate one another with the softest breath, the merest flicker. I could extinguish her, and she could burn me alive.

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THE BIG SLEEP by RAYMOND CHANDLER ┊SENTENCE MEME feel free to change pronouns/whathaveyou

❝ Tall, aren’t you? Handsome too, and I bet you know it. ❞ 

❝ Get on with you. You heard me. ❞ 

❝ You didn’t say anything. You’re just a big tease. ❞ 

❝ You’re cute. I’m cute too. ❞ 

❝ It’s too hot in here for a man with blood in his veins. ❞ 

❝ You may smoke, sir. I like the smell of tobacco. ❞ 

❝ A nice state of affairs when a man has to indulge his vices by proxy. ❞ 

❝ Tall, aren’t you? Handsome too, and I bet you know it. ❞ 

❝ I test very high on insubordination. ❞ 

❝ It was a ridiculous marriage of course, and it probably didn’t last a month, as a marriage. ❞ 

❝ Then she tried to sit in my lap. ❞ 

❝ Tall, aren’t you? Handsome too, and I bet you know it. ❞ 

❝ Do I have to be polite or can I just be natural? ❞

❝ Neither of them has any more moral sense than a cat. ❞ 

❝ Are you attempting to tell me my duties? ❞ 

❝ You’re not much of a gusher are you? ❞ 

❝ I don’t see what there is to be cagey about, and I don’t like your manners. ❞ 

❝ I didn’t ask to see you. You sent for me. ❞ 

❝ I don’t mind you ritzing me or drinking your lunch out of a scotch bottle. ❞ 

❝ I don’t mind your showing me your legs. They’re very swell legs and it’s a pleasure to make their acquaintance. ❞ 

❝ I don’t mind if you don’t like my manners. They’re pretty bad. I grieve over them during the long winter evenings. ❞ 

❝ But don’t waste your time trying to cross-examine me. ❞ 

❝ People don’t talk like that to me. ❞ 

❝ My God, you are a big dark handsome brute! ❞ 

❝ I ought to throw a Buick at you. ❞ 

❝ I loathe masterful men, I simply loathe them. ❞ 

❝ Just what is it you’re afraid of? ❞ 

❝ Get out! Damn you, get out! ❞ 

❝ I see. You interest me. Rather vaguely. ❞ 

❝ As a matter of fact I’m not here. You’re just seeing things. ❞ 

❝ Tut tut. Come into my boudoir. ❞ 

❝ So you like roulette. You would. ❞ 

❝ I like you. You believe in miracles. ❞ 

❝ She has a beautiful little body, hasn’t she? You ought to see mine. ❞ 

❝ You’re as cold-blooded a beast as I ever met. ❞ 

❝ Oh, go to hell. ❞ 

❝ You know such lovely people. ❞ 

❝ Such a lot of guns around town and so few brains. ❞ 

❝ I don’t know hell’s first whisper about you. ❞ 

❝ You might be a life taker for all I know. ❞ 

❝ I’ve been shaking two nickels together for a month, trying to get them to mate. ❞ 

❝ You think you’re so smart and you’re so goddamned dumb. ❞ 

❝ I’m too tired to talk, too tired to eat, too tired to think. ❞ 

❝ Remember me? I met you about a hundred years ago – or was it yesterday? ❞ 

❝ You hinted you had something for me. What is it? ❞ 

❝ You and I ought to get along. ❞ 

❝ I wish to Christ I didn’t know half the stuff that’s brought to me. ❞ 

❝ Knowing other people’s business is the worst investment a man can make. ❞ 

❝ Are you my bodyguard now? ❞ 

❝ You should see him sober. I should see him sober. Somebody should see him sober.  I mean, just for the record. ❞ 

❝ I’ve even thought of marrying him. ❞ 

❝ I love a nice walk in the fog. You meet such interesting people. ❞ 

❝ I could get as drunk as two sailors and love it. ❞ 

❝ My heart’s in my mouth doing this. ❞ 

❝ You have wicked eyes. ❞ 

❝ He hasn’t many illusions, but I suppose he still has his pride. ❞ 

❝ We’re his blood. That’s the hell of it. ❞ 

❝ I don’t want him to die despising his own blood. ❞ 

❝ It was always wild blood, but it wasn’t always rotten blood. ❞ 

❝ So you shoot people. You’re a killer. ❞ 

❝ Thanks, lady. You’re no English muffin yourself. ❞ 

❝ Let’s get out of this rotten little town. ❞ 

❝ Hold me close, you beast. ❞ 

❝ Kissing is nice, but your father didn’t hire me to sleep with you. ❞ 

❝ You son of a bitch. ❞ 

❝ Don’t think I’m an icicle. I’m not blind or without senses. I have warm blood. ❞ 

❝ You’re easy to take – too damned easy. ❞ 

❝ If you say that again, I’ll scream. ❞ 

❝ Men have been shot for little things like that. ❞ 

❝ Men have been shot for practically nothing. ❞ 

❝ Get it through your lovely head. I work at it. I don’t play at it. ❞ 

❝ I think the whole thing was just some kind of an act. If I wanted to flatter myself, I’d say it was at least partly for my benefit. ❞ 

❝ Do I have to tell you I loathe your guts, Mister Detective? ❞ 

❝ You have a lovely way with women. ❞ 

❝ I liked kissing you. ❞ 

❝ You kept your head beautifully. That’s so flattering. ❞ 

❝ Should I congratulate you, or my father? ❞ 

❝ Take me away from here, if you will be so kind. I’m quite sure I’d like to go home. ❞ 

❝ You won’t be a sister to me? ❞ 

❝ If I had a razor, I’d cut your throat – just to see what ran out of it. ❞ 

❝ Cute, aren’t I? ❞ 

❝ I bet you can’t even guess how I got in. ❞ 

❝ You came through the keyhole, just like Peter Pan. ❞ 

❝ You’re cute, aren’t you? ❞ 

❝ I’m all undressed. ❞ 

❝ By God, it was right at the back of my mind. I was groping for it. I almost had it, when you spoke. ❞

❝ I always wear my rubbers in bed myself, in case I wake up with a bad conscience and have to sneak away from it. ❞ 

❝ That’s nice, but I’ve already seen it all. Remember? I’m the guy that keeps finding you without any clothes on. ❞ 

❝ Listen, you don’t really care anything about me. You’re just showing me how naughty you can be. ❞

❝ You’ve been following me around for a couple of days. Like a fellow trying to pick up a girl and lacking the last inch of nerve. ❞ 

❝ I’m psychic. Shake your business up and pour it. I haven’t got all day. ❞ 

❝ She’s too big for you. She’ll roll on you and smother you. ❞

❝ I wouldn’t even argue with you. I wouldn’t waste the oxygen. ❞ 

❝ You didn’t ever get socked in the kisser, did you? ❞ 

❝ Did you know that worms are of both sexes and any worm can love any other worm? ❞ 

❝ Then I’m afraid you’re in a bad spot. And I hate killing. ❞ 

❝ I was afraid you’d come back. ❞ 

❝ We had a date. I told you it was all arranged. ❞ 

❝ This is the last time. The next fast one you pull I’ll throw you to the lions, no matter whose heart it breaks. ❞ 

❝ Stand there, you son of a bitch. ❞ 

❝ So you’re just a brute after all. An utter callous brute. ❞ 

❝ You tire me. God, how you tire me! ❞ 

❝ Can I go on being a son of a bitch, or do I have to become a gentleman like that lush passed out in his car the other night? ❞ 

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I’M TAKING BACK THE CROWN I see what’s mine and take it.

                  N A M E : Henry Tudor                   A G E : Thirty                   A F F I L I A T I O N : Himself                   T I T L E : Leader of the Lancasters/Tudors                   H O L D I N G S : The Red Dragon Nightclub, Tudor Docks and Shipyard,                   In the process of building his own clubhouse + hotel. ( Italians and their                    red tape. ) Not including the shares left to him by his father of various                   businesses and stocks and the profits of their international trade and                   negotiations.                   C A R R I E D  W E A P O N S : Colt .45 ACP Defender, Beretta 81 FS                    Cheetah, and whatever is nearby and good to throw, honestly.                   C R I M I N A L  H I S T O R Y : Charged with assault and battery multiple                   times. Charges either dropped or acquitted on all accounts. Currently under                   investigation for embezzlement, extortion and several murder/missing persons                   cases. Nothing conclusive.                   M I L I T A R Y  A C H I E V E M E N T S : Showed enthusiasm and strength                   on the battlefront, but poor leadership and longevity on the field. Finished out                   his career on a high note, but with no notable commendations.

K E Y   P O I N T S

You would think that the ascension of Henry Tudor to the throne of power was the result of a hostile takeover rather than the death of a father. His first order of business was to have the advisers and lieutenants of Henry Sr. ruthlessly disposed of, used as a message to the rest. What had worked for the father would not work for the son. Their new leader would take what he wanted. Glory. Gold. Spoils. Land. It is his intention to stretch his empire back to where it once had been and then further than ever before.

The greater majority of the faction’s wealth was the result of the shrewd and careful savings of Henry Sr. He built a network with international legions and bolstered alliances that proved prosperous. He set up businesses that would immediately turn profit and kept a steady hand on the throats of local businesses and politicians to supplement the treasury. On his own, the younger Henry could have very well spent it all. A frivolous man, he isn’t one to keep track of how much money is leaving at a time or where it’s inevitably going to end up. Thank God for Cromwell.

Many have died on the right hand side of Henry Tudor. Wolsey. More. But Cromwell can see the bigger picture. He rakes in money while Henry spends and together they’re gaining monstrous momentum.

That is not to say that Henry is all bad. Marked by paranoia and an inherent distrust, he is quite possibly the most well informed man outside of Avalon. He has spies everywhere. Ears on every door and eyes through ever crack. He has the type of charisma and charm that wins over the simple sort but the drive and brute strength to force the rest. A bully perhaps, but the results speak for themselves. If only his international dealings went half as well.

Despite all this, Henry is a deeply religious and devout man. He enjoys things like music and sport, literature and theater. Pride can sometimes give way to virtue, but necessity often calls for Henry’s violence rather than his temperance.

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Now I don't take pleasure in a man's pain, But my wrath will come down like the cold rain, And there won't be no shelter, no place you can go.

     CAMELOT HAS   F  A  L  L  E  N

And it’s one for the history books. Legendary Kingpin Arthur and his infamous Knights went out in a blaze of gun smoke and glory, but not before taking his bastard son Mordred and the mighty Saxons with them. Now that the dust has settled and the streets are cleared of the blood, the whole of the English underground is up for grabs and everyone wants a taste - None more so than warring cousins York and Lancaster.

     THE WAR OF THE   R  O  S  E  S

Blood may be thicker than water, but there are generations of bad blood here. Family killing family and acts of betrayal that would make any playwright wet - these two houses are in a struggle for dynastic superiority and the spoils of England in the palm of their hand. 

Edward Plantagenet, leader of the Yorks, is a fresh faced golden boy with his eye on the prize and the ladies. Henry Tudor, leader of the Lancastrian line, has come to power through brute force and indefatigable will. Charisma has taken both of them far, but they’re a few yards short of the Glory.

Much of the Lancaster gang is supplemented by extortion. After losing their old holdings and the income of their businesses legitimate/otherwise, it was the crowning of Henry Sr. that truly brought them back swinging. A shrewd and tacit man, his regime turned a profit through blackmail and shakedowns - paving the way for their many footholds in business and politics.

York is a house known both for action and unyielding ambition. When they’ve no one else to fight, they have a pesky habit of biting one another in the ass. Even so they’re a powerful bunch that easily straddles a life above and below ground. They own hotels, casinos and clubs - holdings that had once belonged to their cousins. They own race tracks and even a nice little cafe hidden in London. Their skill lies in their ability to bring people in and garner favorable opinion.

   THE   S  E  C  R  E  T   SOCIETY

Part of the Old Regime, Avalon is too secure to be considered a branch of the mafia. The last group to threaten that security was Camelot and look what happened to them. Avalon is a whisper off the lip, an elusive society without any pinpointable location. They maintain their neutrality by dipping a hand in every pot - by knowing their comings and goings. Theirs is a network of intelligence that allows them to see a panoramic view of the board. Nothing happens or comes to pass without their knowing. 

And it’s ran by women.

Women are the very core of Avalon’s success. Whether they play the role of a high-class call girl to the elite or the hacker behind the computer screen and everything in between. All walks of life and skill sets are not only welcome, but rewarded through monetary gain, advancement and education. Avalon provides and they certainly don’t shy from getting their hands dirty to keep everything else clean.

     LET THE   G  A  M  E  S   BEGIN!

DISCLAIMER: We totally understand that’s not how history worked and for the sake of this AU we will be ignoring the fact that Edward IV is Henry VIII’s grandfather. This is not meant to ruffle feathers or muddle the history pages - it’s just for fun.

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Henry VIII’s last appearance before Parliament

On 24th December 1545, Henry VIII appeared before Parliament and made his final speech, where Henry mixes threats and flattery as he chastises the Lords and the Commons for the absence of religious unity in England and for some other things. Henry comes across as a belligerent and absolute monarch, who has control of every member of Parliament and who wields unrestricted political power over the sovereign state and his subjects.

The king didn’t arrive at Westminster with great grandeur and pomp, in all his royal splendour as he had always done in his youth. He wasn’t the same young handsome and athletic man, who had once been a young Renaissance Tudor prince and who had morphed into an overweight, paranoid, and capricious tyrant. In the last ten years of his life, Henry was plagued by headaches, recurrent fever, and some other illnesses; his weak, foul-smelling, and ulcerated legs could barely support him, which is why he was often carried in his chair around his palaces or from one place to another by his servants.

Despite all the troubles with his health and not looking as good as he did in his youth, Henry spoke with clarity and inspired awe in his subjects. This speech is given below as it was recorded by a member of Parliament.

“On 24 December the king’s majesty came into the parliament house, to give his royal assent to such acts as had been passed there, where the speaker made to him an eloquent oration, to which it has always been the custom for the lord chancellor to answer, but at this time it was the king’s pleasure that it should be otherwise, for the king himself answered, as follows word for word, as near as I was able to report it.

‘Although my Chancellor for the time being has been used, before this time, very eloquently and substantially to answer such orations as have been set forth in this high court of parliament, yet he is not so able to open and set forth my mind and meaning and the secrets of my heart in so plain and ample manner as I myself can. Wherefore, taking it upon myself to answer your eloquent oration, master speaker, I say that where you, in the name of our well beloved commons, have both praised and extolled me for the notable qualities which you have conceived to be in me, I most heartily thank you all that you have reminded me of my duty, which is to endeavor myself to obtain and get such excellent qualities and necessary virtues as a prince or governor should or ought to have, of which gifts I recognize myself both bare and barren. But for such small qualities as God has endowed me with I render to his goodness my most humble thanks, intending with all my wit and diligence to get and acquire for myself such notable virtues and princely qualities as you have alleged to be incorporated in my person. Having first remembered these thanks for your loving admonition and good counsel, I next thank you again because, considering our great charges (not for our pleasure but for your defense, not for our gain but to our great cost) which we have lately sustained, as well in defense against our and your enemies as for the conquest of that fortress which was to this realm most displeasant and noisome, and shall be by God’s grace hereafter most profitable and pleasant to our nation, you have freely of your own decision granted to us a certain subsidy, specified here in an act, which truly we take in good part, regarding more your kindness than the profit thereof, as he that sets more by your loving hearts than by your substance. Besides this hearty kindness I cannot a little rejoice when I consider the perfect trust and sure confidence which you have put in me, as men having undoubted hope and unfeigned belief in my good deeds and just proceedings for you, since without my desire or request you have committed to my order and disposition all chantries, colleges, hospitals and other places specified in a certain act, firmly trusting that I will order them to the glory of God and the profit of the commonwealth. Surely if, contrary to your expectation, I should suffer the ministries of the church to decay, or learning (which is so great a jewel) to be diminished, a poor and miserable people to be unrelieved, you might say that I, being put in so special a trust as I am in this case, were no trusty friend to you, nor a charitable man to my fellow Christians, nor a lover of the public wealth, nor yet one who feared God, to whom account must be rendered of all our doings. Doubt not, I pray you, that you expectations will be fulfilled more Godly or goodly than you will wish or desire, as you will plainly see afterwards.

‘Now, since I find such kindness on your part towards me, I cannot choose but to love and favor you, affirming that no prince in the world more favors his subjects than I do you, and no subjects or commons more love and obey their sovereign lord than I see you do me, for whose defense my treasure shall not be hidden, nor if necessity requires it will my person be not risked. But although I with you and you with me are in this perfect love and concord, this friendly amity cannot continue unless both you, my lords temporal, and you, my lords spiritual, and you, my loving subjects, study and take pains to amend one thing which is surely amiss and far out of order, which I most heartily require you to do, which is that charity and concord is not amongst you, but discord and dissension bears rule in every place. St Paul wrote to the Corinthians, in the 12th chapter: ‘Charity is gentle, Charity is not envious, Charity is not proud,’ and so on in that chapter. Behold then what love and charity is amongst you when one calls another heretic and anabaptist and he calls him back papist, hypocrite, and pharisee. Are these tokens of charity amongst you? No, no, I assure you that this lack of charity amongst yourselves will be the hindrance and assuaging of the fervent love between us, as I said before, unless this is healed and clearly made whole. I must judge the fault and occasion of this discord to be partly the negligence of you, the fathers and preachers of the spirituality. For if I know a man who lives in adultery I must judge him to be a lecherous and carnal person; if I see a man boast and brag about himself I cannot but deem him a proud man. I see and hear daily that you of the clergy preach against each other without charity or discretion. Some are too stiff in their old ‘Mumpsimus’, others are are too busy and curious in their new ‘Sumpsimus’. Thus almost all men are in variety and discord, and few or none truly and sincerely preach the word of God as they ought to do. Shall I now judge you to be charitable persons who do this? No, no, I cannot do so. Alas, how can the poor souls live in concord when you preachers sow amongst them in your sermons debate and discord? They look to you for light and you bring them darkness. Amend these crimes, I exhort you, and set forth God’s word truly, both by true preaching and giving a good example, or else, I, whom God has appointed his vicar and high minister here, will see these divisions extinct, and these enormities corrected, according to my true duty, or else I am an unprofitable servant and an untrue officer’. ….”

In the end of his speech, the king appealed to everyone in attendance and implored them to remember the true meaning of God’s words, to treat each other like brothers, and to love and serve God that he represented on earth:

“I am very sorry to know and hear how unreverently that most precious jewel, the word of God, is disputed, rhymed, sung, and jangled in every alehouse and tavern, contrary to the true meaning and doctrine of the same; and yet I am even as much sorry that the readers of the same follow it, in doing, so faintly and coldly. For of this I am sure, that charity was never so faint amongst you, and virtuous and godly living was never less used, nor was God himself, amongst christians, never less reverenced, honoured, or served. Therefore, as I said before, be in charity one with another, like brother and brother; love, dread, and serve God (to the which I, as your supreme head, and sovereign lord, exhort and require you); and then I doubt not, but that love and league, which I spoke of in the beginning, shall never be dissolved or broken between us. And, as touching the laws which be now made and concluded, I exhort you, the makers, to be as diligent in putting them into execution, as you were in making and furthering the same, or else your labour shall be in vain, and your commonwealth nothing relieved.”

Although my personal opinion about Henry VIII’s reign is quite low and although I have always considered him a narcissistic and spoiled sociopath, I have to say that I admire Henry for making this wise and heart-touching speech that seems to be a hearty appeal of his soul to the warring factions to put aside their differences and work together for the greater good of England. 

I think that there is a sort of symbolism in this speech as it was made on Christmas Eve and, thus, was associated with the birth of Christ, though Henry probably associated it more with the birth of the new age for England that would be ruled by Prince Edward, his young heir and his only surviving son.

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       THE WEATHER OUTSIDE IS FRIGHTFUL

                               BUT THE FIRE IS SO DELIGHTFUL

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→ Have yourself a Merry Tudor Christmas

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HAPPY HOLIDAYS EVERYONE!

This isn’t anything fancy, but a simple message to send out tidings of comfort and joy this yuletide season. Fancy things and gifts SHOULD queue tomorrow, so be on the lookout for those. Mississippi is having some very non-winter weather and I’m running a little behind on internet things. 

Tornadoes and floods were not what I wanted this year, Santa!

Basically, what I want to say is that I hope you’re all well no matter what you’re celebrating or if you’re celebrating at all this year. <3 Be safe, drink LOTS of spirits - but be responsible! Live, laugh and be annoyingly merry. There’s no better time!

Lots of Love,

Michelle Mun

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