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I woke up to endless darkness, except for a thin line of yellow light under a door. How long had I been asleep? I had no sense of time, what day of the week it was, and most importantly, where the hell I was.

This room was cold and lifeless.

Memories rushed back at me in fragments. I had flashes of Death's true form, the exorcism, and the power that had burst from my hands. Unease settled in my chest and I squeezed the thick comforter beneath me.

Where am I?

Suddenly I felt the bed shift next to me, dipping the bed, and warmth radiated the air. Something had been lying on the bed next to me. Whatever this creature was, it was too small to be a person and too big to be a cat. I faced my fears and reached out with a tentative hand. My fingers pressed against velvety, short hair. When I flatted my palm against its body, I felt muscle twitch against my touch. It snorted and a wet nose pressed against my arm and nuzzled. Sniff. Sniff. Sniff. It then licked me with a coarse tongue and my pulse rocketed because that act reminded me of Death's...beast form.

But this was no Death. This was just a dog.

"Hey, little guy. Aren't you affectionate..." My fingers pet it behind its pointy ears and suddenly, two big fiery red eyes burst through the darkness in front of me.

"Neerggghhhhhffff!"

I screamed and recoiled away from the creature, racing through the darkness towards the crack of light under the door. The door was locked and when I frantically felt the handle, there was no visible lock. I banged on the door a few times, screaming, and then felt around the wall and flipped a switch. There was a touch screen a little above my eye level. I touched it and it burst to life. D & S Security, the screen read. I was still in Hell. I clicked the screen again and the title shrunk into a keypad. It wanted a password that I clearly didn't know.

I was a prisoner.

I banged on the door. "Let me out of here! Death! DEATH! Somebody better get me out of here right now! This isn't funny! I'm.... I'm...uh, I'm on my period! Yeah, so get me out of here! I'm bleeding all over the Egyptian cotton and the nice waxed furniture!" Rage overtook me and I rapidly tugged on the door handle. "DEEEEAAATH, IF YOU DON'T LET ME OUT OF HERE RIGHT NOW, THEN SO HELP ME GOD, I WILL KILL YOU! I WILL MAKE YOU DEADER THAN YOU ALREADY ARE! THAT'S JUST HOW HARD I'M GOING TO KILL YOU! I'LL–I'LL DOUBLE KILL YOU!"

"Neerggghhhhhffff!"

I spun around with my heart in my throat. There was now a glow of light over the modern, black and grey themed room. The room was too simple as if it was a display room for a furniture store that had yet to be decorated. My eye fell on the empty Queen-sized bed with ruffled comforters. It was empty. Eventually, once my heart slowed down, I mustered up the courage to walk around the bed.

No red eyes. No creature. Just me, myself, and I. At that moment, there was a lot I would I have done for a warm hug from my dad and a home cooked meal from my mom. But the fact of the matter was that my family's life was endangered with me in it. My mind skirted to my aunt Sarah. Apparently she and Lucifer had bonded, whatever that meant. Was she stuck with Devin like I was about to be stuck with Death? I'd learned that she, and her horrible boyfriend, Andrew were demon hunters. Aunt Sarah had the Book of the Dead and now Ahrimad was looking for it. I imagined that Lucifer would want his hands on it, too, considering it was apparently the most ancient and powerful scripture to ever exist. Talk about a bestseller.

And then I saw him. A miniature black stallion reappeared out of thin air in a clearing on the thick-carpeted floor and came galloping towards me. There was a blue tennis ball in his mouth, which he dropped at my feet. He looked up at me, tail swishing rapidly back and forth, and I just stared at him.

I picked up the ball and the stallion whinnied, stomping his hooves. The creature was about three feet in length and was soaked in muscle. He had a gorgeous silky black mane that blew back as he raced around me like an excited puppy. There were dark markings and fading scars along his body. The moment I'd seen this little creature, the resemblance it had to Death's massive demon stallion was alarming. This tiny stallion couldn't possibly be the ginormous creature that I'd seen Death ride on?

I shrugged. "Things like this just don't surprise me anymore." I fished for his name in my racing mind. "Cruentas?"

The tiny stallion nickered at his name, black eyes glowing red, and a puff of smoke and a bit of fire blew out from his nostrils. I jumped back, startled by the flames. He dropped the tennis ball at my feet with a sneezing sound and backed up, ears pricked forward, tail swishing, and front hooves pawing at the ground.

I threw the ball. The stallion dashed across the room at lightening speed and caught it before it hit the wall. Ball in mouth, he trotted back to me as if he was prideful that he'd impressed me.

"This is so freaking weird..." I reached out and pet his neck. He whined softly, dropped the ball, and lay on his side so I could scratch his belly. "But you're so cute. What a good boy!" I cooed as his tail thumped against the carpet. "Who's a good–?"

He vanished.

"Boy," I finished to empty air.

I waited a few more minutes and Cruentas didn't come back. Since I was locked inside the room, I wondered into the grey marble bathroom. The shower was a decent size and so was the tub. On the counter to my left, there was a simple change of clothes that matched the outfit I was currently wearing. Black t-shirt, black leggings, a black bra and and black panties. Other than some basic necessities like a toothbrush and toothpaste, tampons, and toilet paper,

I couldn't remember putting on my outfit, which meant someone had stripped me of my bloody clothes, dressed me, and then put me under the covers. Since I'd seen both of them naked, to prevent any further awkwardness between us, I hoped it wasn't Devin or Death who'd dressed me.

Just thinking about Devin and Death in their beast form made me anxious. I prepared a hot bath. I needed to relax and collect my racing thoughts or else I feared I'd go insane. If I wasn't already, that is. As the water rose in the tub, I found myself walking to the mirror and staring at the pendant that fell right above my cleavage. It was a blue stained-glass medallion on the front, and on the back of it, hidden from the front, was a cross with a cynical black snake wrapped around it.

"It is called the The Devil's Repent," Ace had told me in the past, when he had his body to himself. The pendant symbolized cleanliness and had chosen me as its owner. Pendants were attracted souls and not even Death, whose mother originally owned the pendant and whose capabilities were immeasurable, could get the thing off of me.

"The Spirits activated its power," Ace's thick French accent continued to linger in my mind. "It is their gift to you. It will help you with your abilities. It will protect your human thoughts from evil, but not your mind. It will grant you what you wish to a degree, but it will be at a price. There will always be a price..."

When I'd discovered how brainwashed my parents were because of Death, and that all along he was posing as a made up alter ego, David Star, my anger had triggered a demon inside of the pendant. It had spoken to me through a mirror, saying that it would show me what I wanted, but at a price. What I wanted at the time was to understand who David Star was to Death. The demon had persuaded me to take its bargain. My chest tightened as I recalled the creature that exited the mirror and brought me to another world. He had no face and skin that was reflective like a mirror. He'd shown me a memory of Death's when he was younger and showed me that 'David Star' was the face of the original Grim Reaper, Ahrimad. Death wore his identity as an illusion, so that he could have an alter ego, and do whatever the heck it was that Devin and him did at the D & S Towers.

Anyway, there was definitely a price for the bargain I'd made with the demon inside of my pendant, but the demon had yet to collect its payment.

Just another supernatural worry on Faith William's long list of supernatural worries.

I'd seen things the past few weeks that I wished I could un-see. When I closed my eyes, the Death's monstrous form stained the back of my eyelids. I could also feel the searing heat of Devin's shear tail wrapped around my waist. What had my life become?

Going to the D & S Towers in the first place had been strictly out of curiosity. It was a once in a lifetime chance for girls like me, and as ludicrous as working for the two celebrities I hated felt, I knew I would regret never seeing the opportunity through. Now I knew that Devin tricked me. He'd seduced me into  scheduling a job interview with Death. It was all just a ploy to get me closer to them, to trust them, and fall in love with David Star. 

But if I had the opportunity to press re-wind and undo all of my decisions until now, I wouldn't take it. I wouldn't go back and deny Devin Star's job proposal after he wrecked my car. I wouldn't go back and refuse to shake hands with the Death, who occasionally hid behind someone else's face, turned my world upside down, and shattered my reality. I would keep everything the way that it was because I could feel myself getting stronger than ever before.

Deep down, I knew that my life was on the right track and that all of my decisions were supposed to lead to the here and now. My life was terrifying and fate was flashing me an enigmatic smile, but I wouldn't have it any other way.

I sunk into the hot water of the bathtub and tried to relax my muscles. When that didn't work, I gave up and distracted myself by lathering and conditioning my hair with the fruity shampoo in on the ledge of the tub. Eventually, I stepped out of the tub, dried off, towel dried my hair as best as possible, and slipped on the new change of clothes. I found a brush and ran it through my long, straight black hair, until there weren't any knots, and then braided it down my back.

When I opened the bathroom door, Cruentas was happily waiting with the blue tennis ball in his mouth. "There you are!" I bent down and tried to wrestle the ball from him. "Gimmie that ball..."

I heard series of knocks and Cruentas dropped his ball, switching into protective mode and nickering at the bedroom door. He sniffed the air, and then raced forward, smacking his hooves excitedly into the door. My first thought was that it was Death and I'll admit my stomach majorly fluttered.

"You can open the door," I said, standing up.

The door opened and a familiar face poked his head in. Dark amber eyes scanned the empty bed and then landed on me. Leo.

Leo was six feet tall and handsome in every sense of the word. He flashed me a charming smile that pinched his eyes. He was dressed in a suit and tie and didn't have a dark hair out of place. "Hey Faith," he said and briefly acknowledged Cruentas' muzzle sniffing suspiciously at his leg. "Do you think I could maybe talk to you for a second?"

Days before, Leo had introduced himself to me as the Manager of the Finance & Accounts Department at the D & S Towers. But soon after meeting him, I'd discovered that Leo was really one of Death's reapers. I'd stopped him from collecting my childhood friend, Thomas' soul.

The last time I saw Leo, I'd thrown him back into a car with my "light power" or whatever the hell it is. Awkward.

"Come in," I finally said. I was rather lonely and curious as to what he had to say.

"Thanks." He bent down pet Cruentas' head, until the miniature beast snorted and backed up a few feet, allowing Leo to take a step inside. He hovered respectfully at the open door. He knew I didn't feel safe alone in a bedroom with him. But, as if he wasn't supposed to be in the room, he talked lowly. "I just wanted to see how you were doing. I imagine you're really...shaken up."

"I'm doing fine," I said tightly, even though on the inside I was certain my mind hadn't caught up with what had occurred over the past few days. It all felt like a horrible dream that I would at any moment wake up to. "How long was I asleep? I feel like it's been days."

"I was just notified you were here, so I'm not sure." He raked a hand through his black hair and looked down at the ground. When I'd met him, I hadn't pinned Leo as a shy guy. But I also hadn't pinned him as a soul-thirsty Reaper, so who was I to make assumptions?

"Shouldn't you be managing the financial department at the D & S Towers?" I asked, unable to hide my sudden bitterness. "Or...better yet, tallying up some souls?"

Leo's gaze hitched up to my face and he didn't say anything for a long moment. His eyes saddened ever so slightly. "Faith... I'm sorry about attacking your friend. I was only doing my job. Your friend was supposed to die that day and I was supposed to reap his soul. That's just how it works–"

"Yeah, I'm sure Death had nothing to do with my childhood best friend almost getting hit by a car! Seems like something right up his ally–"

"That sort of things is certainly up his ally, but he didn't have anything to do with Thomas almost dying."

"Ok, well you tried to hurt me when I intervened. I wasn't going to let my friend die."

"As odd as the timing might have felt, Thomas was supposed to die. My reaction to you getting in the way of a collection was pure instinct. He was food and a job, and you were a threat. There's a lot you don't know understand about my kind. I don't want to hurt you."

"That makes one of you. What exactly is this, Leo? Did Death tell you to come in here and do the friendly-friendly with me so he could have a spy?"

"Reap? The friendly-friendly?" Leo's lips quirked up a little bit. "Wow, he's really rubbing off on you."

I glared at him. "Why are you here? Why are you really here?"

His eyes skirted away from me and out into the hallway, before resting back on me. "Do you mind if I close the door?"

"I'd feel better if you didn't."

"Alright." He looked a little hurt by this, as if he wanted me to trust him. "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable." He raked a hand through his black hair. I could tell this was just as awkward for him as it was for me. "Most supernatural don't have the luxury of a human pallet so whatever dinner is getting sent to your room tonight is going to be crap. I was going to offer to get you a decent meal from the refectory a few floors down. I'd have to sneak you in since we can't bring food out of the refectory."

"Won't everyone be able to smell me?"

Leo dug into his pocket, took out a glass vile of something, and tossed it at me. I recoiled, but the small cork wedged in the vile popped off right before it hit my chest and liquid the liquid inside splashed my black t-shirt. The vile disappeared before it hit the ground. "What the–that better be water!"

"Now they can't smell you. Are you hungry, or what?"

I scowled at him. Just thinking about food made me feel shaky and weak. "What kind of meal are we talking about here?" I asked skeptically.

"Anything you want."

I narrowed my eyes. "I don't owe you anything if I agree to come with you, right? I don't have to sign anything in my blood?"

"No strings attached." He grinned and his eyes crinkled. "Well, there is one small thing you have to do, since I'm sneaking you in and all..." A dark fabric materialized in his hand. He tossed it at me. "The refectory is for Reapers only. Lucifer's rules."

"Lucifer's rules. Right. Thanks for the offer, but"–I closed the distance between us and handed him back the cloak– "you're going to get me in trouble. The last thing I need right now is to be stuck at the end of Lucifer's freaky shear tail like a little marshmallow at the whim of pyro camper."

"That was deep."

"Thanks."

"Anytime." Leo's grin was wicked as he looked up at me from under his eyelashes. Wow, he was attractive. "I won't say that I'm not a bad influence, because I am, or say that this is a terrible idea, because it is." A smile teased his lips. "However, you should know that the cafeteria's special today is... mac and cheese."

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The cafeteria was my high school cafeteria on steroids. It was spacious with grey and polished black-specked tiles, black marble tables, floor to ceiling windows without a spec of dirt on them, and glossy TV's.

"Don't you think these things are a little... outdated as a uniform?" I whispered to Leo after he picked spot away from everyone else.

"Outdated? That cloak is Chanel, you know."

I looked down at myself. "You're kidding."

"Nope, saw it on the tag. Lucifer owns Chanel, so that doesn't surprise me. I think mine's Gucci." He pulled back the lapel of his cloak, pleased with himself. "It has my name embroidered in it."

"Cute." I laughed and ran a hand down the front of the cloak. "I still feel like I should have circular glasses and a zigzag scar on my forehead.

"You're a wizard, Faith," Leo said with a fantastic Hagrid impersonation and I burst out laughing.

A waiter stopped at our table. I ordered a Shirley temple and a mac and cheese. Leo seemed a little distracted and ordered a glass of water.

"You're not eating anything?"

Leo's eyes widened a little, as if he realized he made a mistake. "Uh..." He eased back into his seat and sighed. "Remember when I said some supernatural aren't gifted with a human pallet?"

"Yes..."

His eyes lit with amusement. "Well, I'm one of those unfortunate souls."

"How'd you know the mac and cheese is good?"

"Everything is sinfully good in Hell. So I just assumed..." He rushed to explain himself. "Alright, the truth is, I wanted to see you. I think you're really...different, and we obviously didn't leave on good terms the last time I saw you. So when I found out where you were located, I wanted to stop by. But I didn't want to seem creepy..." He wiped a hand down his face. "The food brought to your room probably would have been just as great as the food here. I made that up to get you to come eat with me."

"Ah, and then you made the mistake of not ordering food."

He nodded, ashamed. "I'm not as clever as I usually am when I'm around you."

I let that all sink in. Reaper aside, Leo seemed like a nice, funny guy. I was just trying to wrap my head around the fact that a man...Reaper...whatever he was, as attractive as him, could be into me. I knew I wasn't ugly but I definitely wasn't a blonde bombshell whose good side was every side. None of the male species had shown any interest in me romantically besides Thomas Gregory, my best friend's ex boyfriend. Obviously, I wasn't going to date him... And then there was Death. I guess he showed interest in me but he was...different. He treated me like I was a pet he could play with and a treat he could save for later. When I accidently told Ace I loved Death (of course while Death was possessing Ace's body), Ace-Death talked me out of it and explained to me what I was feeling was lust.

So clearly, Death didn't give a rat's ass about my feelings. Now I knew I just a possession to him. He made that clear when I told him I'd loved him and he countered every possibility of my emotions being legitimate. To be turned down like that made me wary of other men treating me badly. But Leo just didn't seem like the type. Why not be friends with him and see where it went?

Oh right, because if Death found out I was hanging out with one of his Reapers, he would probably urinate a possessive circle around me and stick Leo's head on a stick like a shish kabob.

"Leo, I'm not mad at you," I finally said.

"I feel a but coming on...."

"But I'm concerned about one thing. If we continue being... friends, Death might..."

"Kill me?" Leo smirked and leaned forward on his elbows, mirroring my position. "You let me worry about that. If you need someone to hangout with and vent to, then I'm your guy."

I pointed a finger at him. "You're too good to be true."

"Can't take my eyes off of you."

Oh...boy. "Alright, cheese ball," I laughed out. "That was good. But had I not known the song..."

"It's true regardless of the song." Those burnt amber eyes wandered over my face. "I have to ask. What happened at the event yesterday? I had to help evacuate everyone out, so I'm going on rumors here. I've heard things... Impressive things. I heard you froze Death's corpse with your...power."

"Note to self, give light blast a name," I muttered into my drink and then looked up. "Well, you heard most of it. I froze the most frightening looking creature I've ever seen in my life so that his even more frightening soul could get back into it." She says, as she remembers that undeniable attraction she still had to the beast.

"So you saved Death's ass."

"I guess I did." It really hadn't dawned on me until then that I had in fact saved Death's...life-death. I'd saved the creature that'd tormented and toyed with me for days "Where, um, is he, anyway? Is he looking for Ahrimad?"

"I imagine he's eating, since Devin forbidden all of Hell to get involved with what occurred last night." Leo must have noticed my curiosity, because he continued to explain. "As for Death, being that long away from his body cut his soul off from the connection with the rest of the Reapers, such as myself. A portion of the energy harvested form our collection goes to him. So he's not in a good place right now to be tracking down Ahrimad."

"Sounds like he's got a lot to catch up on, soul-wise."

"More than you can imagine."

"How do you guys even keep up with every person about to die?"

"It's simple, really." Suddenly, I felt a presence behind me. "We can be in more than one place at one time," his voice whispered at my ear.

Startled, I turned over my shoulder. Leo was behind me, chuckling. And when I looked back across the table, Leo was there, too, calmly sipping his water. There was two of him. "Okay, whoa!" When I looked behind me again, Leo Two was gone. Leo One remained. I pushed away my Shirley Temple. "This definitely has LSD in it! How many times can you freaking multiple yourself?!"

"Hundreds."

"And how many times can Death multiply?"

"Thousands. When he has the energy."

That explained why all of my thongs disappeared from my underwear drawer so quickly. Now all I could imagine was three thousand Deaths with my panties stuffed in their combat boots.

"Are you alright?" Leo asked, still amused. "I'm sorry for laughing, it's just the face that you got when you saw two of me..." Leo wiped a tear from under his eye. "Man, that was funny."

"Hilarious," I said dryly and then found myself smothering my own laughter. My mac and cheese came. I hadn't realized how starving I was until then and dug into thick, cheesy goodness as neatly as I could. "Ok, the reviews you heard were right. This is some A-plus mac and cheese." I sipped my drink. "So does Lucifer owning Chanel mean you hook me up with sixty-percent off? Maybe ninety percent?"

"Actually–" Leo started.

"Bum-bum-bum-bumbumbum-bum-bumbum!" A deep voice blasted through the noise cafeteria, singing Darth Vader's theme song. "Bad afternoon, hoodlums!" the voice added cheerfully. I slowly turned my head over my shoulder. My heart sunk into the deepest pit of my fluttering stomach.

Death was on the other side the cafeteria. He wore black combat boots, leather pants, black leather gloves, and a black hoodie with a cowl neck that was yanked over his head like a cloak. Over the sweatshirt, he wore a black leather jacket. His body looked bulkier than the last time I'd seen him, but he wasn't quite as...well, strapping, as he normally was. This had to mean Death didn't eaten as much as he was supposed to yet.

"Get it? Hood. Hoodlums. Because you're all wearing hoods. And we're...evil." Death took a swig from a bottle in a paper bag. "I hate all of you."

"He should not be here," Leo muttered.

"What should we do?" I whispered. "Can you poof us out of here?"

"He'll notice," Leo said.

Death scanned the faces that continued to stare at him in fear and then looked at the paper bag covered bottle in his hand. "What's the point, I can't even get drunk!" He pitched bottle at a waiter's head and stalked over to a table, smacking his palms onto the surface. The Reapers at the table jerked, recoiling away from him. "Oh, Jimmy!" Death pinched the cheek of the nearest hooded man to his left. "Always thinking of me. You know I love me some pink frosted donuts."

Death snatched a donut off of Jimmy's plate and moved onto another Reaper.

"Ian! How's your dog, Penny?" Death wondered.

"Still dead for over three hundred years, my Lord."

Death burst out laughing. "Man, that never gets fúcking old!" He smacked the Reaper at the back of the head, shoved the pink-frosted donut into his mouth whole, and turned back to the rest of the cafeteria.

"Now, I'm in a dreadful mood," Death shouted around a mouthful of donut, "so if any of you bastards have seen a bratty little human-looking thing with big innocent blue eyes and a sharp tongue, now would be the time to speak up!" He shifted his wait to one foot, chewed, swallowed, and then blew a fuse and stalked around the cafeteria, smacking a tray of food out of a waiter's hands as he passed him. "You!" he roared at a waiter. "What's your name?"

"G-g-greg."

"G-g-greg, has anyone ever told that you you're unbelievably average?" Death peered at him from a different angle. "You sir, have Forgettable Face Syndrome."

"Sorry..." the waiter grumbled.

"You didn't happen to see big blue eyes and a sharp tongue recently, right?" Death held out his arm at about my height. "She's about yay high."

He shook his head. "No, sir. I haven't seen her."

"No, my Lord. Go get me another donut." Death shoved the poor guy on his way.

"If I get up, he'll notice," I heard Leo say. When I turned to him, he nodded to the exit nearby. "We're close enough to the door. I'll go up and say something to him, and you get the hell out of here."

Somehow, I knew that wasn't going to work out. It seemed to me our only option was to sit down and wait it out until Death left, but he appeared to be tormenting every table of Reapers. Whatever Death wanted from me, it probably had to do with the contract, or else I imagined he'd be too embarrassed to face me after I'd saved his life. The truth was that I was more afraid of Death at the moment than signing any contract. When I looked at him, all I could picture was the seven-foot tall monster with black skin, massive wings, and fangs the size of my fingers. And then there was his current form. Those exotic mismatched green eyes, striking facial features and black markings, and the piercings.... I didn't want to think about how gorgeous he was. The sad part was I was more afraid of that Death than the monster version. My pheromones were out of freaking control.

I had to stop this. I had to face my fears or else Death would always intimidate me.

"What's the passcode to get into my room?" I asked.

"Imbecile," Leo said, going a little pale. "I didn't set it, I swear. But Faith–"

I stood up, knowing this was not going to work out in my favor. There was no avoiding Death but then again, I'd already done it many times. "Thanks for the lunch."

"Don't–" Leo started, but I was already gone.

 I ducked behind a table and rushed towards the exit. But before I reached the door, a burst of black mist appeared in front of me and I came to a quick halt, sliding a little on the marble floors. The tiny hairs at the back of my neck stood upright as Death's towering form appeared from the mist.

Now that I was closer to him, I knew his face was not masked by a shadow for me anymore. I could see the black stubble on his jaw, full pierced lips, and a hint of black markings crawling up his neck. The rest of him was shadowed by his hood.

Death stepped forward and rage leapt off of him like imaginary fireballs.

"Going somewhere, Reaper?" I knew the cloak was covering my face and that Leo put that scent potion on me. I looked up at him and there was just something charged in the air when we looked at each other that I was certain gave away who I was.

"M-m-my Lord," Greg stuttered at Death's left. "I got your donu–"

Death snatched the donut out of Greg's shaking grasp. "Scram."

Greg scrammed.

"Well, well, well," Death purred at me, pleased with his catch. "I'll be damned and thrown down from Heaven into painfully freezing arctic water. Nice cloak." He let out a low noise in his throat and closed the rest of the distance between us. It took everything in me not to move. He stopped when we were toe to toe. His leather jacket and masculine cologne permeating the air like a toxic spell.

"But not nice enough." Death ripped down my hood in one sharp motion. His pierced lips peel away from pearly white fangs in a slow, wicked grin. "You have a contract to sign, birthday girl."

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