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Fandom: Nikki & Nora
Pairing: Nikki/Nora
Rating: R to NC-17ish
Title: A Thousand Oceans – Ch.9 – A Fool for You

Disclaimer: These characters well, Nikki, Nora, Dan, Darius, Georgia, Charlie, Arthur, Bobby and Mrs. Delaney are so not mine (damnit!), but Ann and Jill and other characters not mentioned in the pilot are (Ha!). The ones in the “damnit!” category belong to Nancylee Myatt and other’s I don’t know. I’m here for a bit of fun, and for this story, angst. No profit is being made here, and if it is, I’m not seeing a dime.

A/N: I asked for patience. You guys gave it to me, but I may be asking for just a bit more as my weekly update schedule is looking like it’s going to be interrupted by outside forces. Until I know for sure, we’re carrying on as per usual at 1shinyboat productions and plugging away.

One thing to note about the chapter is that it’s smutty. It seemed to be where this story wanted to go. So I let it. ;0)

Enjoy!

Part II – I Walk the Line

Yes, I'll admit that I'm a fool for you.
Because you're mine, I walk the line

Chapter 9 – A Fool for You

The natural highlights in her hair are set ablaze from the early afternoon sunlight filtering through the balcony doors in the living room. I stare down into her golden brown eyes, refusing to break our locked gaze as she settles back into the couch, her hand between us guiding the head of her strap-on into me. My head drops back and my eyes flutter shut as she stretches and fills me.

It’s as close to a religious experience as I’ve ever come to…when it’s her and I like this. Gently she rocks her hips and I groan.

“Nora,” she whispers against my neck.

I roll my head forward and fully rest on top of her, letting my legs go slack on either of side of the brunette underneath me. I smooth down her wild mane and lock my fingers behind her neck, holding on. “I’m here,” I moan and lean forward resting our foreheads together, “just don’t, please, don’t stop.”

At my appeal, she nods against me and crushes our lips together. I don’t fight her for dominance. I give her everything I have as her tongue pushes into my mouth. Her hands grip my hips, her fingertips digging into my flesh. I’m pretty sure I’ll have bruises, but honestly…I’d be upset if there weren’t any when all is said and done.

I let her guide me, use me for her own end. Our bodies collide together as she pumps her hips up and shoves me down onto her. Pulling back, she rasps, “I need to see you.” She says this as she rolls her hips. We clash together in such a way that short circuits pretty much every thought I could ever possibly give birth to except the most base…hers.

I.Am.Hers.

“Nora,” she grits out again.

I manage to open my eyes against the onslaught of sensation, her breasts moving against my body, sliding and hitting my own, her left hand gripping my hip and guiding me while her right hand snakes between us. I feel her deftly find my clit, circling my nerve bundle before ghosting over it, a pattern she repeats to tease and torment me.

I look down at her and I bite my lip excited and breathless by the emotions I see. Her left hand moves from my hip to underneath my thigh, a signal for me to prepare. I nod my head just a fraction of an inch before she moves us. Swiftly, with more strength and grace than I thought her capable, she has me on my back, pumping into me while I wrap my legs around her hips, drawing her in as deep as our bodies will allow.

The smacking becomes a little louder, our grunts and moans a little deeper and she swallows my ‘dear Jesus’ as her mouth covers mine. Matching her thrusts, we find a rhythm that she can use to her advantage. Her end of the strap-on is nestled between her outer lips, pressing into her clit and I know that with each thrust, she’s getting as much if not more enjoyment out of taking me than I am out of being taken.

I pull away needing air and she gasps, “Oh, dear Christ on toast.” My hands move for the first time since settling behind her neck as I run blunt nails down the length of her back. The action earns a hiss from my lover and I grin despite the increased pace of her inside me. Gone is the rhythmic push and pull of our union. Once we changed positions, we abandoned any sense of care and are intent on one goal.

I lean up and latch onto a nipple, biting and sucking the piece of flesh. Her free hand wraps itself in my hair, pulling it tight against my scalp and holding me in place. Her reaction to my touch is twofold, the first is the stilling of my hips as my orgasm rocks through me, halting my movements and locking my muscles, the second is the blind pumping of her hips as I feel her stiffen and ride out her own release above me. I manage to draw my legs tighter, making sure there is no space between us as we shudder and writhe together.

With a few final thrusts she stills and collapses on top of me. I kiss my way up her chest and seek her lips while moving us so that even though she’s still inside me I can let her snuggle into my chest. Smoothing her hair away I kiss her cheek, her temple, around her eye and down her nose. We don’t need words, but I know she needs reassurance. My left hand traces random patterns down the smooth, slick, heated skin of her back.

The strap-on is a new thing for us in the bedroom. I brought it home a few months prior and it took a week of cajoling and gentle assurance that it was definitely something I wanted before Nikki put it on and literally left me so spent I could barely remember my name. We haven’t used it since, except for today.

“Hmmm,” she moans against my chest and shifts her lower body earning a hiss from me. That stills her movements and I groan in response as I’m entirely too sensitive for her to even think about moving right now.

“Stay,” I manage to hiss out.

“But…,” she protests worry creasing her brow.

I press a finger to her lips and quietly say, “I…I like being connected to you this way, please, a few more minutes and then you can…”

“’Kay,” she whispers and smiles at me in a way that lets me know she gets it. It’s something that she does. I mean I know that sometimes we do suck in the communication department, but sometimes, we’re so in sync that words seem pretty damn pointless.

As her breathing evens out and steadies to a gentle tempo, I know she’s asleep. Her soft snore a tender reminder that she did indeed pass out on top of me. Unable to not smile at the way we have ended up on my couch, I pull the sheet that was carried out earlier over us and snuggle back down into the soft leather of my couch.

We’ve spent nearly two whole days here. Not leaving the apartment and barely eating as I reacquaint myself in the most biblical way with Nicolette Beaumont. We’ve talked a lot, we’ve even cried a bit, both trying to understand each other and what it is we think we’re doing. Sometime between the second round of crying and fifth round of sex, I think we finally reached an agreement about us.

Since then, little’s been said and I’m going to be hard pressed to walk properly all this coming work week.

It’s been a great weekend.

Well this wasn’t how I saw this happening. I had thought that when Nora was ready, she would sit down, more than likely with her brother, Bobby, and explain in a very Nora like fashion that she loved me and planned on staying with me for the foreseeable future. The ‘Nora like fashion’ would have been my girl at her most determined and best with a glint in her that brooked no room for argument. I’m sure she would have used the words ‘gay’ or ‘lesbian’. I’m not too sure it she would use the word ‘queer’, but gay would have been in there.

Her coming out to her brother would not have been while my right leg was slung over her shoulder and the other planted wide on the floor as she was between my thighs. But things never seem to go to plan. As of late, things that have been planned have been going to pot and we, Nora and I, are left to clean up the mess.

Which is why I’m biting on my non-existent thumb nail wrapped in a sheet, toga style while Nora’s clutching an afghan around her naked form while her brother stands there gob smacked. He looks pretty much the same since he walked in on us a few moments ago.

“Uh, why…uhm,” he stammers and looks in my general direction. He hasn’t been able to meet either of our eyes. Of course if the roles were reversed and it was my sister that I walked in on…I might just have reacted the same.

Oddly enough, I feel for the young man.

“Can you give us a moment?” he asks thickly.

And there is the million dollar question. After some of the headway Nora’s made, how much is this going to affect her? Affect us? Will she go back on her invitation to her mother’s? Will this all just be a little too much because she is nowhere near ready to come out to anyone in her family, least of all to her baby brother who near worships the ground my girl walks on?

I’d be lying through my teeth if I didn’t feel the cold, greasy hand of fear clench around my insides waiting on Nora’s reaction. Knowing that I do need to give them some space, I nod mutely and begin to head back to her bedroom when I hear, “No.”

No what?

I turn around and Nora’s standing there, shifting her weight from foot to foot, her eyes wide and darting between Bobby and I. Her fist clenches the throw she has around her body and she gnaws at her lower lip.

I raise an eyebrow and she blurts, “No, what you can say to me you can say in front of Nikki, but uh, clothes are a good idea…I think.” With that she stomps towards me, grabs my hand and yanks me down the hall, slamming her bedroom door shut to leave Bobby alone in the living room.

Okay…I’m not really sure…

“Nik, clothes please?” Nora pleads and I shake my head to clear the thoughts. She needs reassurance right now.

I guess standing around in her bedroom looking more than a little dumbfounded isn’t helping matters.

I quickly throw on a pair of her sweat pants, shuddering as they slide up my legs. I can’t believe I’m being reduced to sweat pants right now and Nora tosses me a t-shirt to put on. The sheet pools at my feet as I let it fall while I slip the t-shirt on. No panties, no bra. I feel a little exposed, but Nora isn’t putting on any either.

This day’s just got a whole helluva lot more interesting. “Nora,” I try.

She holds her hand up to me and shakes her head. “I…” She stops and sighs. “This is just three counties over from fucked up and I have no idea what I’m gonna say, but…” her eyes skirt my feet and finally rise to meet my gaze, “but, I just… please don’t leave?”

I nod and that’s enough for a slight smile as she links our fingers together and leads us back out into the living room.

I can’t help the smirk that spreads over my lips as I see Bobby sitting on the couch. The couch that not more than ten minutes ago, Nora was doing things to me on that God himself would be blushing over.

Nora’s cheeks tint and she points at the couch unable to actually form words. Bobby looks between us, his sister’s finger and then down at the couch before his eyes grow wide with realization. He hops up off the soft, brown leather like a gator was after his ass and moves to the far side of the room to rest against the left side of the fire place.

“Okay,” Nora starts in, “Just what in the hell, Robert Eugene Delaney, were you thinking? Have you ever heard of a door bell? How about knocking? Is that such a fucking foreign concept?”

His cheeks, already red, flush with another round of color so deep that I fear the poor kid’s gonna pass out. From the tips of ears to the top of his forehead clear down to the skin disappearing under his t-shirt is about as red as a lobster that’s just come out of a steam bath.

“I, well, you…I didn’t expect…I mean you to be doing, uhm, going…or uh,” he stammers, rubbing the back of his neck furiously as he tries to find the words.

I think I should help him. “Yodeling in the canyon of love, tipping the velvet,” I tap my finger to my pursed lips before grinning and drawling, “or my most personal favorite, going way down South in Dixie.” I place my right hand on my hip and wink at my lover as she rolls her eyes at my words.

“Not helping, Nik,” she clips.

She can’t fool me though. I see the look in her eyes and if she wasn’t so scared that her brother would rabbit out of here faster than I can say ‘shoe sale’, I’m sure my green eyed beauty’d be in stitches.

“All I’m doing, Nora, is offering you’re brother several colorful ways to describe what he walked in on,” I say as innocently as possible.

“I… is this new?” he asks.

Sighing Nora shuffles towards him. Her arms stretched out, her fingers manage to clamp over his forearm and he tenses. “Bobby, we need to talk about this.”

He pulls away and slams into the wall. “I, uh…I just…what happened? You aren’t…and what does this mean, have you always…what about Tommy and you aren’t.”

I’m sure there was a question in there somewhere.

For her part, Nora takes it well. She runs a hand through her tousled hair and says as evenly as possible through her clenched teeth, “I’m gay Bobby. Nikki and I have been together a little over a year and don’t bring anyone else into this.”

He blanches a little at the tone and admissions.

“I, uh…” he trails off and shakes his head. “I can’t do this. It’s not right Nora and you…I just…I need to figure this out.” He makes a move to the door, but Nora’s hand closing around his upper arm stops him in his tracks.

“Bobby, you can’t say…” she tries to tell him.

Pulling away, he shakes his head and nearly whines, “I know. I won’t say nuthin’.” His eyes dart to me and he swallows. “No one will hear anything from me. I just can’t deal with this right now.” He moves quickly to the door and is halfway out when he says over his shoulder, “Ma’s expectin’ you and your guest. Don’t not show up, it’ll break her heart.”

With that the door bangs shut and Nora deflates.

Damn. Double damn.

The drive to my mother’s is shorter than I would have liked. In fact, now that I’m sitting outside of my childhood home, I begin to seriously rethink this. I mean was this my best idea ever?

No.

But damnit!

I went and listened to Ann. Then I listened to Jill. Then my mother.

Then, I did the really stupid thing and listened to my heart instead of my head and now Bobby’s all freaked out. But that’s okay.

I didn’t expect him to take it well when I did eventually sit down and talk to him. Him walking in on Nikki and me well…

I think the word I’m looking for is traumatic.

For all parties involved.

And really now, I’m just a bit ticked off ‘cause he totally killed the mood Nikki and I had been working on all weekend. I look over at my lover even as I feel her eyes skirt away from my profile to look at the walkway up to my mom’s house. Unthinking, I reach over and lace our fingers together.

This is gonna be okay.

Not the brightest idea, but not the worst ever.

Nikki’s brown eyes lock with mine and I smile. She gives me pretty much all the strength I need for this. I’m just glad that she’s okay with how we’re going to go about doing this. I think…

No, I know that she’s being more than understanding. She’s being supportive and the best about this whole situation. One day, maybe not soon, but one day things will change.

I just don’t know how and this is the problem. I suck in my lower lip and begin worrying on it.

“Nora, it’s gonna be okay.” Nikki softly says. Her hand squeezes mine and she gives it a little shake. “We’ll play this however you want to. I’m just honestly happy to be here.”

I nod and close my eyes.

We can do this.

Sighing, I run my free hand through my hair and say, “I know. But that woman…she’s gonna try to get personal. Pump you for information and the thing is, is that she means well. Honest to God Nikki, she does, but she can be persistent. Dog with a bone even.” I pull back on the hand full of hair in my left hand and pull my scalp back the tension making me feel slightly better for some odd reason.

“Nora,” Nikki whispers as her right hand caresses my cheek and jaw line, “I’ve grappled with the New Orleans elite since I was a child, hell bent on having every adult bow to my whim. They did and on occasion still do.” She grins at me then and the blunt nail of her index finger scraps down my neck. “I am fairly confident in my ability to handle your mama.”

I trust her. I believe in the smile she’s sending me and I latch on to the confidence she’s oozing ‘cause right now mine went and took a vacation to Cancun.

I let go of her hand and get out of my car. Part of me realizes that it’s just nerves, ya know. I’ve never, even Ann, I’ve never been this nervous about my family’s reaction to someone I’ve brought home; even if the person I was bringing home was strictly in a friends capacity.

Part of me wants my mom to see Nikki the way I do, well, at least get an idea of the amazing woman she is so that if the day comes that Nikki and I are outed, she can’t say that she hates my lover. We make our way up the steps and I open the door before I give a few quick wraps on the frame. I poke my head in first and hear, “Nora, honey, is that you?”

“Yeah, ma,” I answer and step fully into the entry way. I usher Nikki through and hang our coats up. October can be downright chilly and today was no exception. It seems like winter’s trying to settle in quicker this year.

My mom comes bustling out of the kitchen, apron on and hands covered in, I think, flour. I watch as she smiles coming towards us and I resist the irrational urge to step in front of Nikki to protect her. Nikki however has ideas all of her own as she steps in front of me and stretches out her hand.

My mother wipes her hand clean and greatly takes it. “Nancy Delaney,” she introduces herself. “Nikki, right?”

Nikki gives my mom a beaming, hundred dollar smile and says, “Nikki Beaumont, ma’am. It’s a pleasure to actually meet you.”

My mother frowns a little in my direction and clucks, “Yes, well, Nora’s never been the most social of creatures. I’m glad you could make it for supper. Dan, her old partner and well,” she laughs lightly, “I guess your boss, used to come around every now and again. He is a charmer.”

“Dan certainly is. He and Nora both made me feel very welcome to the department when I was first transferred.” Nikki gently removes her hand from my mothers and clasps her hands in front of her.

“Nora, dear, why don’t you give Nikki here the fifty-scent tour while I finish up in the kitchen,” my mom says, not even bothering on waiting for my response.

I shrug and look at my lover. “So, this is the living room. The dining room’s through there,” I say and point to the room my mom just went through to get to the kitchen. “Kitchen’s behind that swinging door and round the corner it opens up to the actual kitchen.” I move to the living and room and point to the back door and the archway that separates the living room and kitchen.

My house isn’t big or fancy. In fact, I don’t think they’ve bothered to redo the carpet and wall paper in twenty years. But it was home for so long that part of me can’t help but feel like a teenager again as soon as I cross the threshold.

“It’s nice, Nora.” Nikki says, placing a hand on my upper arm before stepping away and looking at the steps. “You’ve seen my father’s. The only rooms that even come close to this type of lived in feel are the den and my bedroom.”

I nod and lead her up the stairs. “This is the boys room,” I open the first door on my left to expose a medium sized room with bunk beds on one side and a twin on the other. Two dressers and a small desk between the beds take up the space the room has. On the walls are pennants from our high school a few trophies for football that my brothers have gotten over the years. And for some reason the place has never been able to be fully aired out ‘cause my nose scrunches a little as I breathe in the smell of old gym socks and sweat.

I pull my lover along and bypass my room to show her a quick peek at the master bedroom and then the bathroom before stopping at my old bedroom door. My brothers hated that I got my own room, but I was the only girl. My dad and mom made sure to make that a point in why I was getting separate quarters. “This,” I say as I push open my old bedroom door, “is where I spent a good part of my childhood and formative years.”

I watch as Nikki’s eyes take in the small box of a room. It’s barely large enough for a bed, desk and dresser, but it’s my space. A few track and field trophies from high school sit on my dresser. A Michael Jackson poster from his Billy Jean days, Prince’s Purple Rain and my one guilty pleasure from the era of my youth, a Dirty Dancing poster.

Nikki takes it all in and just smiles. I want to ask her what, but instead she backs me up against the bedroom door and grips my hips, pushing into me. Before I have time to protest, her lips are covering mine and I give in for the briefest of moments, basking in the feel of her; until the crippling fear of my mother searching for us comes crashing down on me and I gently push her away.

Surprisingly enough she just wipes her bottom lip and smirks. “I think I would have devoured the younger you, Miss Delaney.” Then she taps the tip of my nose with her index finger before reaching around me and opening the door.

I move and watch her retreat down the hall and down the steps while I stand there, blinking and slightly dazed.

“Nora!” my mother’s sharp voice breaks me free of the Nikki induced haze and I trot down the steps, “Bobby just called and he had to take an extra shift. One of the guys on his squad came down with some nasty bug. It looks like it’s just us girls tonight.”

I hit the landing and put my hand on my mom’s shoulder, offering her a squeeze of sympathy. I wish my other brothers were around. Patrick’s stationed in San Diego with the Marines as a drill instructor. Terry’s married and living in Baton Rouge working with the National Guard. Bobby and I are it besides my three older cousins and my mom’s sister, Gina and her husband. My three cousins are about as useful as tits on a boar hog, but they’re a lot of fun and also police officers. None of them want to move past a position in uniform.

I join Nikki and my mom at the table as the two chat amiably with the other. We pass the food around and Nikki holds her own in so many ways. She laughs at the right time and says all the right things. The two get on real well and it lifts a weight from my chest that I didn’t know was there.

“So, Nikki,” my mother says – she says it in this tone that I know all too well. It’s the same damn tone she used to corner Jill and Ann with. “If you’re schedule’s as bad as my daughters, does that mean that you to haven’t bothered to bring a date home?

Nikki laughs lightly and brings a hand to her chest. “Well,” she says, taking a sip of the Coke she’s been drinking, “I would love to say that my Friday nights are full, but work doesn’t leave much time for me to find a suitable bachelor.”

My mother clucks and shakes her head. “You girls really should just leave the crime fighting to the boys.”

“Ma,” I say gently. A little warning.

“If we left it to the boys,” Nikki butts in ignoring me, “nothing would ever get done.” She winks at my mom and the damndest thing happens, my mom nods in agreement.

The two of them share a giggle and I know that’s my cue to tuck into my food and let them carry on. My mom never stood a chance with my girl.

For some reason my chest swells with pride and I grin like an idiot biting into the chicken my mom made.

The drive back in the car is filled with Nora’s classic rock. I turn the volume up just a little as Credence Clearwater Revival go to town on a live recording of Down on the Corner. I hum softly to the melody and Nora taps her fingers to the beat on the steering wheel. I turn in my seat, ignoring the seatbelt and just look at her.

Her head bobs to the music and she’s wearing this tiny smile. I’m not even sure she’s conscious of it. I love seeing her like this. It takes her only a second of me staring before her eyes flick to me and she asks, “What?”

I shake my head and say, “Nothing, I just like lookin’ at you.”

“Uh-huh.” She sucks in her bottom lip and then asks, “So uh, where…uh, where do you wanna go?”

I can only grin when I answer, “Home.”

We pull up to a red light and she turns to me. There’s uncertainty in her eyes and I don’t like it. “Well, see, uhm, my home or your home?”

My mouth pinches and screws to the side. Sometimes my girl can be a bit dense. It eats up precious time occasionally. “Your place Nora,” I say gently.

The light turns green and she gives me a curt nod before moving forward with the few other cars on the road. I lean back in my seat and rest my head against the back window, sighing just a little. Dinner with Nora’s mom went well. She’s a nice woman who loves her kids and I think, happens to be a little lonely.

Maybe we can change that a little bit even if Nora goes on her own for dinners to her moms. I can go see my daddy or maybe even Darius can come too. We’ll make it a habit of sorts and Nora can quit feeling as guilty as she usually does.

There’ve been a lot of firsts this weekend and I can’t say that one of them was even remotely bad. One thing I’m amazed at is that we go practically three weeks barely managing civil conversation or for that matter dialogue that takes up more than five minutes of our days, but the one request…

It made it all different.

Well, that and I got a call from Ann laying into me Friday that would have left a saint feeling two inches tall. I should have been upset that that woman was butting her nose into things that didn’t concern her.

For some reason I wasn’t. She knows Nora in ways that I don’t. Much like Darius knows me in ways that Nora can’t know me. I can’t be jealous of that.

“Nik, you gonna come in or you wanna sleep in June Lee? God knows we’ve camped out in her a few times for stakeouts, but…” she trails off waggling her eyebrows at me.

Smartass.

God, she’s amazing.

I hop out of the car and follow her upstairs. We get inside and she puts our jackets away. I mosey into the living room and she follows shortly thereafter bringing with her a bottle Knob Creek and two rock glasses. She does know that I love a decent whiskey.

I watch as she kicks off her shoes and pours us a glass each.

“Babe,” she whispers swinging a fingerful of whiskey in front of my eyes. I take the glass and sigh contentedly as she straddles my waist and sits on my knees. Her hands begin drawing random swirls and patterns on my neck and the exposed skin of my chest. “Why’d you wanna come back here?”

I look up at her then and let the corner of my mouth tilt up ever so softly then admit, “’Cause sugga, in case you didn’t notice, my apartment feels weird without you there. Why do you think I was at my daddy’s.”

I set my now empty glass down and pull her upper body flush with mine. My face nestles conveniently between the valley of her breasts. I inhale and my head swims.

I think my girl’s wearing far too many clothes for me to be even remotely happy. I pull back and lift her shirt off. She stops my attempt at nuzzling the exposed flesh cupped in a lacy purple brassier and says, "If I gotta get naked so do you." Her grin is just this side wicked and it causes a ripple of shivers to course down my spine.

I sit up and let her undo the buttons on my blouse and shove the garment off, to nip at my exposed shoulder. Her lips trail up my neck to nibble on the shell of my ear. Knowing that I need her naked and flat on her back, I grip her bottom and stand. Her legs lock around my waist, but her mouth doesn't stop as I stumble towards her bedroom.

We crash into the open door, through it and land in a heap on her unmade bed. Disregarding my need to be smooth, I pop the button on her jeans and tug them and her underwear down her hips and off her legs. They go somewhere in the direction of the floor while she sits up and removes my own slacks and panties. I’m not entirely sure when I lost my heels, but right now I could care less.

Her hands grip my hips to pull me back down; leaving us only in our bra’s which are quickly discarded as we scoot up towards the pillows. She leans up fusing our mouths together and her left leg slips between my thighs.

We break for air and I mumble against her panting mouth, “Fuck this.”

This earns me a giggle as I slide down her body. I settle between her legs, placing her right leg over my shoulder and slipping my hands under her bottom to lift her up to me. My eyes dart up to meet her lidded gaze and I grin before lowering my mouth. I suckle, lick and nip my way through her. Her moans offer direction to my tongue, teeth and lips. Drinking her in, she tenses around the fingers I have moving inside of her in far too short a time frame, but I hold on to her, letting her ride out her release. Finally she stills, collapsing onto the bed, her leg falls to the side, off my shoulder.

Gently, I remove my fingers, licking them clean then kiss my way up her body. I position us so that her head is pillowed on my chest and I draw the blankets around us. Sleepily, she snuggles into me and I kiss the top of her head.

Her voice is raspy but hushed as she mumbles into my chest, “We should start looking for a new place.”

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