CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

HURTS 2 HATE SOMEBODY — ELIO, CHASE ATLANTIC & NO ROME
Sometimes I just wish we'd never met
'Cause I'd rather feel nothing
If it hurts to hate somebody

FOLLOWING KIE THROUGH her family's restaurant, Pope and Stella were subjected to JJ's rambling and insistance that he knew John B and Sarah were alive all along. None of them believed him, of course, but they entertained him for the sake of celebration.

"I never doubted them," he swore, crossing his heart as Kie pushed the back door open.

The curly-headed Pogue laughed and looked at him over her shoulder. "I owe you five bucks."

Stella was about to add her own comment about their friends' survival, but was cut off by the sound of Mrs. Carrera's voice travelling through the air, reminding Kie that she had work to do around the restaurant. She snickered as her friend let out a dramatic sigh.

"I feel that," Pope said, nodding his head as he sat down on one of the benches by the marina. Lord knows how many times his father had forced him into working a shift at Heyward's when he had other plans. "On a deep, emotional level, I understand that."

JJ slid his backpack off his shoulder and tossed it onto the ground. "So we going to the Bahamas or what?" He climbed onto the bench and sat on the backrest, giving his friends a smile that faltered when he saw Stella's raised eyebrow.

"With you and what passport?" she quipped, tilting her head and crossing her arms as she came to a stop in front of him.

"Yeah," Pope agreed. "There's no way we're going to the Bahamas."

"Look, John B will get nabbed sooner or later," Kie stated. There was a tinge of worry in her tone. "If we're gonna clear his name, we need to have done it, like, yesterday."

Suddenly, Pope looked up with wide eyes and all of the attention turned to him. The other's knew that when he got that certain twinkle in his eye and started to bounce his leg, an idea wasn't too far away.

"Why doesn't Stella just seduce Rafe?"

There was a pause of silence.

"I'm sorry, what?" Stella asked, leaning closer to him as if she didn't hear his suggestion. Her reaction triggered a cascade of responses from the other teens surrounding him.

"That is a horrible plan," Kie deadpanned. "Like terrible."

JJ nodded. "Yeah, there's no way Stella's doing that."

Pope shook his head and gave them a pleading look. "Guys, think about it," he persisted, bouncing in his seat. "Rafe has this weird thing for Stella, right?"

The other three grimaced at the thought.

"And he knows that she knows about what he did, so he'd be more inclined to talk about it if he thought he could trust her. We can use that to our advantage!"

Stella offered him a sarcastic smile. "Yeah, just let me 'woo' him with my feminine wiles."

He rolled his eyes. "Look, it's not about what misogyny does to you, it's about what it can do for you." He ignored the scoff that escaped Kie's mouth and continued. "If he thinks you're on his side, you can get him to confess and you can get it on tape! Just tell him after everything that happened, you're done with the Pogue life. He'll believe you, especially after you tell him you and JJ broke up—Ow! Kie, what the heck was that for?"

Kie's eyes narrowed as he rubbed the arm she punched. While he was rambling, he failed to notice the tension between the former couple. The thought of Stella going anywhere near Rafe was a cause for concern that no one was necessarily comfortable with and the mention of the break-up didn't help in Kie's efforts to ignore the way her friends would cast longing glances at the other in a poor attempt of being subtle. "A little tact would be nice, Pope."

The sound of Pope arguing back in a hushed tone fell into the background as Stella contemplated his argument.

It wasn't the worst plan they had ever come up with, and at least this one was completely dependent on her and satisfied her controlling nature. Besides, Rafe seemed easy enough to manipulate—he was a man, after all. And it's not like he would actually hurt her, right? Okay, wrong. He almost strangled her to the point of passing out two weeks ago. He had no qualms about hurting her. But it's not like he would shoot her. Or kill her. Right? And if it helped John B...

"I'll do it."

When her friends gave her a look a disbelief, she shrugged her shoulders. "If it'll clear John B's name, I'll go undercover. Even if I have to flirt with a psychopathic killer."

JJ shook his head and stood up, looking down at her from his spot on the bench. "You're not flirting with anyone," he stated.

It was like a switch flipped. The tension between them shattered into millions of pieces, revealing the ugly truth that even though their best friend was alive and even though they had a few hours of peace between them due to the fact, they were not okay and they were still broken up.

Angered by the way he was trying to make decisions for her again, Stella shot him a hard look. "Well, tough, because you don't have a say in that anymore."

His eyes narrowed at her words and he jumped down from the bench, landing in front of her and taking a step forward. He knew they weren't together anymore, but they were still friends. Best friends, to be precise. And as her friend, he thought his opinion still held weight in her decision making. "Really?" he questioned, finding it unfair. "You're just going to throw that in my face?"

"Throw what in your face?"

"Our break-up!"

"What," she scoffed, "can't handle the consequences of your own actions?"

Stella refused to back down, head tilted and eyes sharp. She was infuriated. And maybe she was being childish, but in her opinion, he asked for this. He's the one who pushed her away. He's the one who wasn't there. He's the one who broke up with her. He had no right to complain about a situation he put them in and he sure as hell didn't get to stop her from doing something that would help bring their best friend home.

"I thought we agreed to do whatever it takes to help John B," she continued. "Or do you draw the line at me talking to someone who isn't you?"

He looked at her like she had grown two heads. "I draw the line at you flirting with someone who's as unhinged as Rafe Cameron!"

On the bench in front of them, Pope huffed. "Guys, do you really have to do this now?"

Simultaneously, the former couple turned their heads to face him. "Shut up, Pope!" they shouted in unison.

JJ paused to take a quick inhale of breath. He learned long ago that telling Stella what to do was a lost cause. She would do what she thought was best, regardless of what anyone said or any harm that would come her way. But despite it being pointless, that didn't mean he didn't try. Protecting her from her own recklessness had become second nature, and while he knew she was more than capable of taking care of herself, he couldn't unlearn the habit overnight. His protective nature was an amenity to the shelter of his love.

He considered pushing the argument further. He didn't like fighting with her—he hated it, really—but he couldn't say that a small part of him didn't enjoy it in some masochistic way. This was the most they've spoken in two weeks. They had never gone that long without speaking before and he'd be lying if he said he hadn't grown desperate. He craved her attention in any way he could get it. If fighting did that for him, then great. Awesome. Because even her eyes narrowed in determination and tongue sharp with her arsenal of words, at least she was talking to him. At least she was looking at him.

"I'm trying to make sure you don't get fucking shot, Stella," he stated in frustration. "I'm not trying to tell you what to do—"

"Sure sounds like you are." Stubborn to the bone.

"Well, I'm not!" Deny, deny, deny.

"You don't make decisions for me," Stella stated, her voice firm and full of conviction.

They both knew the roots of this argument dug deeper than her possible involvement with Rafe. Stella was upset with JJ and JJ was upset with himself. Their anger wasn't something that could be avoided so long as unsaid words existed between them and this was simply a small battle in the greater scheme of war—the war of the heart, that is.

They stared at each other with clenched jaws, neither one willing to lay their armour down and admit that they'd rather love than fight.

"I'll tell you how we do it," JJ said, turning to the others.

"Oh, 'cause you have a plan all of a sudden?"

JJ didn't give her the satisfaction of meeting her stare again and kept his eyes locked on Pope. "As a matter of fact, I do, Stella-Anne. So if I could continue... We kidnap Rafe."

Pope blinked. "What?"

"Your plan sucks," Stella stated, shaking her head. "I vote for Pope's plan. Rafe already said I should be with the Kooks anyways, so I'll just tell him I'm taking up his offer."

"And when did Rafe say this?" The blond challenged, giving in to the temptation of laying his eyes on her.

"At Peterkin's funeral. Why?" she pressed. "Jealous?"

He rolled his eyes and shook his head. "Listen. We kidnap Rafe, tie him up and stick the gun in his mouth, and just wait till he starts squawking."

"You know, torture's a war crime," Kie pointed out, tired of the suggestions that led to nowhere.

Pope nodded. "Yeah, so how exactly do you plan on clearing John B's name from a prison cell? Because that's a felony."

"Alright, well, what else do you got?" JJ moved his arms out of frustration. "Because Stella's not going undercover and I was just trying to keep it simple. You know, one stop, and we're done."

"We need a witness," Stella stated suddenly, drawing their eyes to her like moths to a flame. "Who else could've seen what happened on the tarmac?"

"We saw Ward's plane fly right over our heads with the gold inside of it," Pope realized. He sat up in his seat as the puzzle pieces of this thoughts came together. "He didn't fly it. If somebody else flew, they were there on the tarmac. They saw Peterkin get murdered. We just have to find whoever that was and get them to confess on record."

Kie gave him a look. "How do we do that?"

"A little light espionage."

"A little ghost recon." Pope and JJ shared a sly smile and the latter put out his hand, wiggling his fingers. "Woogity-woogity."

"Woogity, baby."

"HOW'S IT BEEN, you know, with Pope and all?"

After formulating a plan, the group of four drove through the island, headed for the house nestled on the border between the North and South sides. It wasn't difficult to find information on Gavin Barnstead. Stella's skill in the art of lying proved as useful as ever and her ability to charm even the coldest of souls would make any snake charmer jealous. The workers at Kildare's only airport were hers to manipulate and they answered all of her questions despite how suspicious they may have sounded. The pilot's name, his address, phone number—she asked and they answered.

Currently, they found themselves parked on the street across from Gavin's house. Pope had just left the green SUV in pursuit of incriminating evidence, leaving the remaining three to wait in anticipation.

The air was tense, no doubt a result of the former couple's forced proximity in the backseat, and silence brewed between them only to be broken by JJ.

Kie looked at the blond through the rearview mirror and raised a brow. "You wanna talk about my love life?"

He shrugged. "Well, we're not about to talk about mine."

Stella, who was leaning her head against the window with her eyes closed, could feel the air shift as Kie redirected her attention to her. "Don't even think about it," she warned, knowing that the girl would pry into her love life next. "Just answer his question and he'll shut up."

"Hey!" JJ turned to her and his annoyed expression melted into one of concern as he got a good look at her. He hadn't noticed it before, but she looked tired, like she hasn't been getting enough sleep.

Figuring that Stella was probably right, Kie sighed. "It's... good," she stated, though her words lacked confidence.

"It's good? Alright." JJ nodded thoughtfully then scratched his chin. "In the bedroom, is he, like, kinda freaky, 'cause it's Pope, you know?"

Kie furrowed her brows and shook her head. "Why are you asking?"

"I don't know. Just kinda curious. Just spitballing here." He rolled his head onto his shoulder and flicked the arm of the girl beside him. "It's always the good ones, right, Stella?"

Her eyes opened and she turned to him with pursed lips. With a raised hand, she smacked his hand away and glared. "You don't need to spitball," she said, crossing her arms over her chest. "We could sit in silence."

The blond turned to Kie again. "Ranking-wise—"

"Oh, you're still asking?" Kie tilted her head.

"Yeah, I was just curious, is—"

"You're still curious."

"Is— Uh... Is John B better?"

Kie's eyes widened in disbelief. "What?"

"Wait," Stella said. She leaned forward in her seat, obvious interest swimming in her stare. "I'm curious too."

"Not you too, Stel—"

The passenger side door opened, cutting their conversation short much to the disappointment of the former couple.

"Okay, my phone's in Gavin's car," Pope said as he settled back into the front seat. "Phase one is complete. Onto phase two: tickling the wire."

"Tickling the what now?"

He put his hand out for someone's phone and gave Kie a thankful nod as she placed hers in his waiting palm.

"Why does she get to tickle?" JJ wondered. He wished to do more than just sit back and observe.

Pope shrugged. "She's the best."

"I'd have to argue that Stella's the best at working under pressure."

Stella looked over at JJ, her eyes slightly narrowed. It wasn't that she didn't want to help more, it was just that after enduring a long first day of school and sweet talking the workers at the airport, her willingness to do anything but go to bed was nonexistent.

"Yeah," she said, "but Kie's fuelled by rage right now."

JJ huffed and shifted his body to face her better. "Do you always have to do that?"

"Do what?"

"Argue with me!"

Her eyebrow raised. "I'm not arguing with you. How am I arguing?"

"You're not on my side," he stated pointedly, pouting like a child when they didn't get their way.

Stella let out a scoff. "That doesn't mean I'm arguing with you, idiot."

"See? Now, you're calling me names." JJ turned to their friends. "Are you guys hearing this?"

"Seriously, you guys?" Pope muttered, shaking his head. "Kie, can you call him already, please?"

She nodded, but just as she was about to press the call button, she stopped. "Should I do an accent?"

"Definitely disguise your voice."

"How would you like me to talk?" Kie asked in a horrible English accent. "Like this?"

JJ shook his head. "Not like that."

"We're intimidating him, not inviting him to tea time," Stella deadpanned.

The corners of Pope's lips quirked at her words before turning to Kie again. "More like Batman," he suggested.

Kie nodded thoughtfully before replying in a gravelly voice. "Batman."

"There you go."

"Spot-on. Let's do it."

The sound of the dial tone flowed through the car as Kie put the phone on speaker.

Stella stared at the house, listening to the way Kie's tone hardened as she spewed knowledge about the pilot's involvement. Through the sheer curtains of the front facing window, she could see a figure standing in the living room. It was a man. Gavin.

His back was turned away from a second figure standing in what looked to be the kitchen. If Stella had to guess, it was probably his wife.

He was hunched over, his body tense, and by the way his voice filed with anger to mask his paranoia, she knew he was struck by fear.

Kie hung up as he started to yell, the turned to her friends. "How was that?"

"Yeah, I was scared," JJ shrugged.

Stella tore her eyes from the house and nodded. "Good job, Kie." She reached forward and patted the girl's shoulder. "Think I peed a little."

"Alright, we tickled the wire," Pope said, putting Kie's airpods in. "Now we wait and listen."

They didn't have to wait long because moments later, Gavin came storming out of his house and into his car.

When he was driving down the street, Kie hit the gas and the green SUV lurched forward after him.

"He's talking to Ward," Pope informed, his eyes locked on the car in front of him.

"Are you serious?" JJ turned to Stella to share a shocked expression, but found that she wasn't looking at him.

Pope's back straightened and his fist hit the middle console. "Gavin's got the gun that Rafe used to kill Peterkin. I think he's trying to use it as extortion, as leverage."

"Wait." Kie's voice flooded with panic. "He's pulling over. Do I pull behind him? What do I do?"

Stella looked between Gavin's car and Kie. "Uh... Keep going," she ordered. "Circle around. Go around the block."

"We're gonna lose him," Pope warned, touching his ear. He couldn't miss a single word. "I can't hear anything. Shit. I'm losing the signal. I can't hear him."

Stella leaned forward and stuck her head between the two front seats. "Relax, Pope. Kie, just stop and turn around."

"What the hell is this?"

She looked up and saw that they had just driven into the middle of a construction zone. To make matters worse, Kie couldn't back out because a truck carrying heavy machinery had boxed them in.

"Hey!" JJ snapped, rolling down the window to yell at the truck driver. "We were about to back up!"

An annoyed huff escaped Stella's lips as she fell back in her seat.

"We gotta know where they're meeting," Pope muttered, catching her attention before he ran out of the car.

"Wait— Pope!"

His sudden departure caused the other teens to turn to each other.

"We're going after him, right?" JJ questioned, eyes shifting between the two girls.

They nodded, already moving to open their doors. "Yep."

The construction workers paused at the sight of them and a shared look of annoyance crossed their features. "You can't leave that car there!"

"Sorry!" Stella called over her shoulder, cutting across someone's front lawn. "It's kinda your fault, you blocked us in!"

Down the street, the three Pogues could see Pope turn into someone's backyard. Stella was the closest one to him, and when she caught up, she saw him searching through the grass for his fallen airpods.

"Stella!" A voice called as she slowed to a stop. She looked over to see a group of her classmates in the swimming pool. "Hey!"

"Oh, hey, Sean!" She smiled and waved, making eye contact with each teen splashing in the pool. "What's up?"

The boy from her math class swam over to the edge and rested his elbows upon it. "I DMed you, you never answered."

"Oh, shit, really? I'm sorry, I haven't been on my phone much today. I didn't see it." That was a lie, of course. The moment people heard of her breakup with JJ was the same moment her inbox flooded with messages from eager boys and girls who wished to date her next. She ignored them all, but she could recall seeing Sean's name somewhere in the mix.

"Yeah, I was going to invite you over tonight, since you and Maybank—"

"Sean?" JJ's voice called as he rounded the corner, jumping over a small flowerbed and running towards Stella. His eyed narrowed at the friendly smile on her face as she looked down at the boy and he realized that for as long as she was considered 'Maybank's girl', she was also one of the most sought after girls on the island. "Ah, this is where you live, you Kook!"

As he passed the golden girl, his hand wrapped around her wrist and he pulled her along, ending whatever conversation she and Sean were having, an act of subtly jealousy if anyone had ever seen one.

"Sorry, Sean! Gotta go!" Stella called, stumbling over her feet before yanking her wrist out of JJ's hold. "See you in math!"

When they reached Pope, who found the airpods while Stella was too preoccupied to help, they skidded to a stop and doubled over to catch their breaths.

"Goddamn," JJ muttered, followed by something about having sensitive lungs.

Kie caught up to them and planted herself beside Stella. "What does that mean?" she questioned, tilting her head at him. "Did you hear something?"

Pope nodded. "He... he's meeting Ward right now." His expression turned urgent. "We gotta go."

He took off sprinting, leaving his friends to share a look.

"Looks like we're running again."

FOR STELLA MARX, Tuesday evenings were for homework. In the past, she would leave school, volunteer at the hospital, then go home and do her homework at the kitchen island while some trashy reality show played on the TV in the living room.

There was the occasional evening where her friends would join or invite her for dinner at the Wreck or Chateau, but those nights were as predictable as her normal routine. And of all the things Stella pictured herself to be doing on a Tuesday evening, the last thing she would've seen herself doing was sitting on a random rooftop in the pouring rain, watching Ward Cameron engage in a shady business deal.

"Ward just handed Gavin something," Pope informed as he looked through the lens of his retro camera. "I think it's a duffel bag."

JJ squinted to get a better look through the heavy rain. Lo and behold, Gavin was crouched down, shifting through the contents of the bag. He could hear the introduction to Buzzfeed Unsolved playing in his head as he pictured an episode dedicated to the real estate tycoon turned murderer. Welcome back to Buzzfeed Unsolved, this week we cover Ward Cameron... A realization struck him. "Wait, guys, I think this is a payoff."

Stella rolled her eyes. "Astute observation, Detective Obvious." In addition to her festering resentment towards her ex-boyfriend, her poor attitude was also a result of her lack of a raincoat. She was cold, and wet, and no doubt on her way to becoming sick the next morning. All she wanted was for Ward to hurry up with his criminal antics so they could get what they needed to clear John B's name and she could go home. "It's not like he has incriminating evidence that he could use to blackmail Ward with or anything."

He straightened his back, sitting up from their hunched over positions, and gave her a look of annoyance. "Okay, cranky," he scowled, his own feelings of disdain starting to brew for the girl he loved so dearly. "You know, just 'cause you forgot to stash a raincoat in Kie's car doesn't mean you can take it out on me."

She scoffed and shook her head. "You wish I was taking it out on you." She turned to focus on the scene playing out in front of her. Gavin didn't look happy about something and was yelling at Ward. She couldn't hear them over the rain, but she assumed that the money in the duffle bag wasn't enough.

Just as Stella's hand lifted to shield her eyes from the downpour, JJ's rain jacket hit the side of her face.

Pulling the wet fabric away off her head, she furrowed her brows and looked over at him. "What—"

Beside her, Kie shook her head, stopping what would inevitably become an argument of Stella saying she didn't need it and JJ ordering her to wear it. "Just put it on, Stel."

Grumbling, Stella complied. Though she made a point to avoid looking over at the blond. She could sense his smug grin and refused to give him the satisfaction of a reaction.

"Holy shit," Pope breathed, eyes still peering through the camera's viewfinder. "Ward's got a gun."

Their eyes widened. "I bet that's the murder weapon," Kie wagered.

Stella nodded in agreement. "Oh, def—"

A loud bang sounded through the air. It rattled their bones to the very core, every molecule shaking in disbelief. Before they could even realize what was happening, five more sounded out. It was louder than the noise of the rain and each of them knew exactly what it was.

Ward shot Gavin.

Ward killed Gavin.

And they had seen the entire thing. They had just watched a man die.

And they got it on tape.

"Did..." A hard lump settled int the back of Stella's throat and she suddenly found it hard to breath. "Did he just..."?

Tears started to flood Kie's eyes. "No, no, no, no. That did not just happen. That did not just—" She was yanked to the ground before she could finish her sentence.

The four teens watched as Ward ran out of the building, clutching the duffel bag in one hand. His eyes were wide and even from the rooftop they could see the crazed twinkle in them.

He made his way to the storm drain where the gun had travelled, pushed by the harsh stream of rainwater.

"I think we should go right now," Stella stated, her eyes still locked on the older man. "While he's distracted, we should go."

The boys nodded, but Kie did not respond. All the curly-haired Pogue did was stand up and lean over the edge of the building.

"What are you doing, Kie?" Stella questioned, noting the way her brows were furrowed and tears mixed with the rain. Her hand grasped the back of her jacket. "Kie, don't—"

"What is wrong with you?" Kie shouted into the night. She felt Stella trying to pull her down and pushed her hand away. "Murderer!"

Gritting her teeth, Stella stood up and wrapped one arm around Kie's waist and another across her shoulders, pulling her down until she was low enough that Pope could cover her mouth without compromising his own position.

"Kiara," Pope hissed in warning, only lifting his hand when she stopped yelling against it. "Are you crazy?"

She pushed Stella off, sending her to stumble and land on her bottom. "I don't care if he hears me. He's a murderer."

"Yeah, and he's gonna murder us, Kie." JJ moved over to Stella and wrapped a hand around her arm, pulling her up despite her protests.

As the three started to bicker, Pope returned his attention back to Ward. "Guys," he called in panic, "he sees us."

"Are you serious?"

He nodded. "Come on. We gotta go. He's coming."

The group ran to the ladder on the side of the building. Pope climbed down first since he had the evidence, then JJ who would make sure the girls got down safely while Pope made a run for the car, then Kie, then Stella.

As it turned out, Pope was quite slow at climbing down ladders when it was dry, so as the rainclouds harshly rolled out, he moved the pace of a turtle.

There were shouts thrown at the boy to hurry up and in the flurry of words and panicked-struck hearts, Kie had miscalculated where to put her foot and stepped on JJ's hand, sending him and Pope crashing to the ground.

The boys fell in a heap of groans while the girls scurried down.

"Sorry!" Kie exclaimed, watching as Stella offered a hand to both of the boys. "So sorry."

Pope didn't take Stella's hand, and instead turned to where he had dropped the camera. "No, no, no, no, no." He ran over to the shattered pieces of glass and felt his heart drop out of his chest.

When JJ was back on his feet, he hurried over to him. "You're kidding me. You fumbled it?"

"You kicked me in the face!"

He pointed at Kie. "She stepped on my hand!"

"I was trying to hurry!"

Stella rubbed her forehead. "Can we yell at each other in the car, please?"

The other three seemed to have remembered the situation at hand and nodded at the golden girl. By the time they reached the car, Ward had run into the alley they were standing in, none the wiser of their identities.

Inside the green SUV, the sound of the rain was muffled and all that could be heard was the tired pants of the four teenagers.

There was a pause and the JJ clicked his tongue. "Could someone fill me in on what the fuck just happened?!"

"I CAN'T BELIEVE you called the cops."

Stella crossed her arms as the flashing red and blue lights disappeared in the distance. After retreating to the car, Kie panicked and called the cops—which would be the sensible thing to do if they were normal people with normal lives who didn't have a best friend framed for murder—but when the cops came, they didn't believe their story of what had happened.

"I thought we established that the cops suck at their jobs." She had half the mind to believe that Shoupe was getting paid off by the real estate tycoon, especially since he kept defending his statement.

JJ came up beside her and gave Kie a frustrated look. "I told you this would happen," he pressed, turning to Pope. "Like, you're the one that had to drop the camera."

Pope's jaw dropped. "It was your fault!"

"Oh, that was my fault?"

This time it was Kie who responded. "Yeah, it was your fault!"

JJ had enough. Whether it was Stella's attitude finally getting the better of him, or the frustration that came with watching Kie and Pope in a relationship when he couldn't be in one with Stella, or the misplaced anger he felt for himself, he snapped. "Why does no one ever take my side?" he shouted.

Kie rolled her eyes and pushed him back by the shoulders. "Shut up!"

Stella sighed as the pair continued to shout and made her way over to break them up. "Hey, blaming each other isn't going to do shit, so cut it out." She narrowed her eyes at both of them, giving them the look, and they immediately stopped fighting. "Pope," she called over her shoulder, "any ideas?"

He nodded and with a determined expression, he replied, "We can still go get the gun."

RAE SPEAKS !

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