"We are in Australia... Australia. Gonna get my freak. Gonna get my par-tay on! Gonna get it crunk up in herre."
Justin watched his friend Trace do a dance down the hall, then exchanged a look with Mike that made the big man chuckle.
"What?"
"Nothing."
"Stop fuckin sulking dude," he smacked Justin's back and received a smack on the back of his head in response.
"I'm not sulking."
"Then what are you doing?" they stopped at the correct room and Justin swapped his key through the door.
"I'm deep in thought."
"Don't hurt yourself," Mike muttered and Trace stifled a laugh.
"I'll ignore that," Justin sighed collapsing onto the sofa.
He stared ahead for a moment, waiting for someone to say something. When he looked up, he realized they'd been staring at him
"What?" he asked.
"You're doing it again."
"I am not. I'm not sulking Trace."
"Alright fine," Trace sat down next to him, "You're being a big baby."
Justin's neck slowly swiveled to look at him.
"How the hell am I being a baby?"
"Well, you've been walkin around depressed doing this thing that resembles sulking--not that it is sulking--and being a pain about EVERYTHING."
"I'm not being a pain about everything-," he turned away stubbornly.
"We were running five minutes late so you whined about that and then we were five minutes early so you whined about having to wait and then you didn't like the seats on the plane and you had to be by the window. Then you wanted two bags of nuts and you wanted something to drink but they don't offer Tequila on a plane-."
"Don't make me send you home T."
Trace chuckled and watched as Mike sat down before leaned his elbows onto his knees and watching Justin expectantly.
"What's going on man?"
He sighed and ran a hand over his newly shaved head.
"She left me," he said, "she got on a plane and she left me."
Trace didn't look surprised at all. Infact he rolled his eyes.
"Hello! You were going to leave her for Claire, remember? Speaking of Claire, where is she?"
"I told her not to meet us."
"Why?"
"She was getting on my nerves."
Trace opened his mouth to speak, and then his eyes widened like he was just given the secret to life.
"You don't wanna be with Claire anymore. You want McKayla back."
"Ding ding ding ding!!! Two points for the white boy," Mike sounded.
Trace promptly flipped him off and turned back to his friend.
"I told you this was going to happen! I told you to be sure-."
"I know, I know, I know. You were right okay, fine, I messed up. I fucked up big time. Thank you."
Justin leaned forward and put his head into his hands muttering to himself.
"Well, as long as we got that 'I was right and you were wrong' part straight..." he said.
"Trace! Go away...."
"Huh?"
"Seriously dawg, I need to be alone for like, an hour."
"You sure?"
"Yeah, it's the plane ride. It made me hella tired."
Trace looked to Mike, who nodded, then back at Justin.
"Aiight man, I'm next door."
"See ya."
Justin went back to holding his head. How the hell did he end up in this situation? When had everything changed so drastically? There was a time when he hated her, and there was a time when he described her as 'alright' but now he didn't know how he felt. No, that was a lie. He did know how he felt, he just hadn't said it out loud yet. He remembered being with her at the airport the day before and trying to get her to stay. He knew how he felt about her then, but he didn't have the guts to say it. He didn't have the strength to hear her say she didn't feel the same way. He remembered wondering about it as she was walking down the ramp. Was he just panicking because she was leaving? Did he really know what he was feeling?
But as he watched her plane take off it became quite clear to him. He wished that he hadn't let her go so easily. That he'd bought a ticket and got onboard with her. That he'd ran on and drug her off kicking and screaming. That he'd told her the words his heart was burning to say. But he didn't.
Hearing a rustling he looked up to see Mike standing in front of him. He'd assumed he'd left with Trace.
Mike sat down next to him and patted his knee before leaning back expectantly. Justin looked at him, knowing what the big man wanted to say, but didn't really wanna hear it. He was going to say something similar to Trace's 'I told you so'.
"Alright," Mike said and Justin knew that was his way of opening the conversation.
"What do you want me to say?" he asked.
"I want you to tell me what's going on. I'm not Trace J, I know about you and McKayla, gross make-out sessions and all."
Justin snorted and almost smirked to himself.
"I'm just thinking about what a dumbass I was."
"It takes two to file for divorce J."
"But, I should have atleast told her why I wanted her to stay. I didn't even do that, and it's not even about that."
"What is it?"
"It's when I met her, I was a complete and total dick. I apologized and she said it's forgotten but I know it's still there. I know that she still thinks about it. She thinks I don't hear her crying in the bathroom late at night but I do. And ya know, it's freaking Claire too."
"Claire didn't make you guys split up Justin."
"Not directly, but she's been in our relationship since day one. If she hadn't been at the Billboard party, either of the Billboard parties, I probably wouldn't be sitting here," his eyes turned dark.
Now he was putting all of his anger on her.
"J, Claire may have been around to make things complicated, but you were the one that decided to go to the party knowing she was there. You were the one that decided to dance with her, you were the one that let her do whatever it is you think she did. And in a way you should be thanking her. If she hadn't of shown up with Blake you wouldn't have been pissed, and you wouldn't have taken it out on Kay, and you wouldn't have gotten drunk, meaning you wouldn't have gotten married, meaning you definitely wouldn't be sitting here right now."
Justin sighed. True, very true.
"Why did you tell Claire not to come?"
"She was bugging' man! She left me like 4 messages in an hour and the sound of her voice just made me... ugh," he shuddered.
"You always want what you don't have man."
"That doesn't make me feel any better."
"Well what would?"
"I don't know, but I gotta find something. Sitting around is driving me crazy. I just can't stop thinkin' about her."
"Trace was talkin about checking out the local Auzzie stripjoint tonight."
"Naw," he wasn't really attracted to those kind of girls anymore. Their bodies didn't in any way compare to the girl he was thinking about. Their curves just weren't as ... curvy as hers were.
"Well what?"
Justin sat up straight, his mind somewhere else.
"Do you think they'd be really pissed if I didn't do the New Years show?"
"No, they've only been promoting it for the past month," Mike chuckled. Justin was a one-way train. He got an idea in his head and he didn't look left or right, just went exactly where he wanted to go.
"I'm gonna get a flight back to the States."
"Now what the hell are you doing?" Mike stood and followed him to the phone.
"I'm going to go see her."
"I don't think she's going to want to see you."
"I don't care," Justin dialed a number and held the phone to his ear.
"Justin, let's think about this. You know I'm not going to tell you what to do but you have to consider the possibility-,"
"Look, I don't know when it happened, or why it happened, or even how it happened because McKayla Malone has got to be the most frustrating, loud, bossy, firey woman I know. But somewhere along the line I fell in love her, and I can't let her divorce me Mike. I just can't."
Shannon sat in McKayla's New York City hotel room, waiting for the girl to get back. She looked down at the paper in her hand.
Pop Power Couple Calls It Quits.
Shannon let out a sigh just thinking about it. Was the girl crazy? Had she gone stupid within the last week? She was supposed to run to the man in that airport, not walk away from him. Didn't she know how fairytales were supposed to go?
The lock on the door beeped and McKayla walked in, two bags in her hand; one from Victoria Secret, the other from Fredrick's of Hollywood. Shannon sat up with a smile, maybe there was hope afterall. A change of heart perhaps?
"Expecting a gentleman caller?" Shannon asked.
McKayla looked at her oddly and set the bags on the bed.
"I needed new underwear."
"Oh," Shannon's shoulders slumped.
The door swung open again, this time Eric entered, followed by 4 busboys, all carrying bags.
"How much did you buy?"
"I dunno," McKayla took off her shoes and started to rub her feet, "Not alot."
Eric turned to glare at her, rubbing his arm.
"Not alot huh?"
"Kay this is Versace," Shannon had peered into a bag.
"There's a four-hundred dollar pricetag on it."
McKayla stood and snatched the bag away from Shannon and set it with the others. Then picked up a bag from Steve Madden and walked back over to the bed.
"I didn't say the price was low, I said it wasn't a lot of stuff."
"Rawrrrrr," Shannon and Eric swatted at eachother.
"If you two are going to make fun of me, get out."
Shannon out right laughed and sat down next to her friend.
"What crawled up you're butt?" Eric asked.
Before McKayla could answer Shannon spoke for her.
"She's depressed," Eric nodded in understanding.
"I'm not depressed."
"She's avoiding the issue."
"I'm not avoiding any issue."
"She's in denial."
"Would you shut up?! I am not depressed or in denial or avoiding any ... no," McKayla put a hand to her head.
She'd had this constant headache all day. She kinda wished Justin was there, he had this great massage for headaches. He had this great massage for sore feet too. He had a great massage for everything, which could come in handy at certain moments. Like now, for example.
"Are you listening to me?" Shannon waved a hand in front of her face.
"Huh?"
Shannon gave Eric a look and smiled.
"Just as I suspected. I mentioned Justin's name and you were off."
She'd mentioned Justin?
"Wait ... what?" McKayla turned to her, generally confused.
"I said you've been like this ever since you and Justin split up."
Oh God, there was that headache again.
"And you know what my theory is."
"Please spare me. If one more person tells me 'Oh you're just upset because you miss Justin. Why don't you just get back together' I'm going to vomit," she was busy pulling on a purple suede stiletto heeled boot.
"So others have tried to enlighten you?"
"You're weird."
"And you're stubborn. McKayla Malone why are you divorcing that boy?"
McKayla instantly groaned, dropping her head back and allowed in her one heeled foot to stomp on the floor.
"Shannon, you wouldn't understand."
"You're right. I'm sane."
"Shan..." McKayla turned to her. Her patience was really wearing thin.
"I think what Shannon is trying to say," Eric stepped in, "is that you should be sure this is what you want before the ball really gets going on the divorce and it's too late to change your mind."
"Why would I change my mind?" she looked back and forth between them, "Is that what you think? That I'm sorry we're getting divorced? Ha!"
She went back to pulling her other boot on.
"No, I'm definitely not sorry. In fact I couldn't be happier. Justin Timberlake was the worst thing to happen to me this year. He was a pig, and opinionated, and annoying, and whinny. I am sooo glad to be rid of him."
'Liar,' she heard a part of her brain mutter, 'big fat liar.'
She didn't even believe the lie that had just fallen out of her mouth, how did she expect them too? Truth was she was miserable, and that was the cause for her little shopping spree. Some people turn to chocolate, she turned to her credit card. She'd been up the night before, crying, making her eyes a deep crimson color. And then she wondered what the hell she was crying about. She didn't do anything. She was being the sensible one as always. Sticking to the straight and narrow, always thinking of the long term, rarely living in the moment. But if she was going to be rebellious and go crazy for a moment, staying married to Justin was not the best way to do it. But she missed him. She really really did miss him more than she ever would have imagined. It sucked twice as much because all of her stuff smelled like his cologne and everywhere she looked someone was asking her about it so she couldn't even begin to get over it in peace.
"You're gone again," Shannon said.
"Huh?"
"You completely tuned us out. Again."
"Sorry," she muttered.
Shannon looked her over. McKayla's entire demeanor had changed. Now she was slumped over, her eyes lowered and sad, her expressions drab.
"Now you really were off thinking about him huh?"
"No. I was wondering what the hell I'm going to do with purple boots. I'm already almost 5'10 and I don't have any purple clothes."
Shannon gave her a knowing smile.
"What do you want me to say Shannon?" she asked, "Want me to say I miss him? Fine, I miss him. I miss him like crazy. There I said it, happy?"
"That's good, let's go with that," Shannon began to get comfortable.
McKayla rolled her eyes and set to work pulling her boots off.
"Fine Dr.Shan, if it'll get you out of here faster tell me what you think I should do."
"For starters, call him."
"No," she said simply.
"Why?"
"Why would I?"
"To tell him you're coming to see him."
"No," this time she was stern.
"Why?"
"We are not getting back together Shannon, and even if we were I most certainly would not going crawling to him all the way in Australia. It's over, it's done, we are moving on."
"Why?" Shannon dropped her head into McKayla's lap with a whine.
"McKayla please, please just give in. Whatever you're afraid of just let it go. Admit you want him and he wants you and you want to be together, please? This is breaking my heart."
McKayla chuckled at the younger girl and rubbed her head gently the way Justin always wanted her to when he was falling asleep.
"It's not that simple," she whispered.
So that was it, she was scared. Through out all her life she hadn't experienced anything like what she was going through now and it terrified her. It terrified her because she didn't know how she was supposed to feel. She didn't know what was going to happen. It scared her that there were days when every time she looked at him she heard the words of everyone in her life who had ever said anything mean to her. It scared her that there were days when all the voices would just disappear with one look into his eyes, or one touch from his lips or one moment in his embrace.
He was so much a part of her, he knew what she was thinking before she even thought it. Like at the airport, he was almost right when he said the only reason she couldn't feel for him was because she could. Truthfully, the only reason she couldn't feel for him, was because she did. And what if one day he realized what she already knew, that a real relationship would never work out? Or what if one day she wasn't enough and he needed someone, like Claire Marie, to take her place? She was just a big fat chicken and that's why it hurt so much.
That's why she was sitting at the bar.
"I'm just a big dummy," she did another shot and dropped her head onto the hard wood of the counter, "I'm just stupid."
The bartender smirked at her and poured her another shot.
"What'd you do sugga?"
McKayla sat up, barely able to see through her drunken haze and focused on a statue sitting in the corner. Did it just call her sugga?
"Wow... a talkin figure," she picked it up to study it, muttering to herself.
The bartender simply smiled and picked up the phone to call someone from upstairs to come and get her.
"I think you're done," he pulled away her shot glass and handed her a cup of coffee instead. She groaned and pushed it away, but didn't ask for anything else.
A few moments later Shannon appeared by her side, Eric not far behind. When the brunette sat down next to her, still in her pajamas, she didn't look pleased.
"McKayla," she started, "what are you doing down here? You are supposed to be up in your room asleep."
"I'm not tired. I'm never tired," before Shannon could speak Kayla continued rambling, "I don't know what I'm doing Shannon. Once Justin asked me what I wanted, and I thought I knew, but I don't. I mean, if we have world peace then what will we talk about? Nothing bad would ever happen."
Shannon glanced back at Eric, who shrugged. The girl was too drunk to understand.
"Come on Kayla, let's go upstairs," Eric reached for her arm and she leaned the opposite direction.
"No," she protested, "I'm not going upstairs. You don't know what it's like...," she paused trying to remember his name, "big manly person. It's really hard, and it's cold, and it's scary," she dropped her head back onto the counter with a whine.
"McKayla, you'll feel better once you lay down," Shannon pulled on her arm and McKayla sat up again but she didn't budge.
"I hate it. I hate it so much. Being in that room is the worst time I've ever had in my life because he's not there. There's no one there to talk too, there's no one to sleep next too, it all sucks. Sucks. Sucks. Sucks. I suck," her head went back down the counter. That was her new favorite place to sulk, "And I'm lonely. I'm so lonely," she confessed.
"I'm so tired of being lonely, beat up and confused... Darling there is only one thing you can do... Don't you sometimes wish your heart was made of stone... Don't you sometimes wish your heart was a heart of stone," she'd started out drunkenly singing Bonnie Raytt and somehow moved into Cher.
Shannon sighed and pulled on her arm again, affectively pulling her to her feet.
"Let's get you to bed. A good nights sleep will do you some good."
Shannon and Eric slowly drug her up to her room and put her to bed. She kept muttering things along the way but her ramblings weren't coherent enough for them to understand, and it was too late to try. For one they were dead-tired and two she was half-asleep by the time the elevator reached their floor so she couldn't explain if she wanted too. She did feel Eric pull the blankets over her and Shannon kiss her forehead before all the lights went out and the door clicked closed.
After what felt like a few minutes, but was really hours later, McKayla slightly regained consciousness. The room was dark and her state didn't do anything to help, it only made the outer rim of her vision blurry. One thing she was pretty sure of was that there was a person laying beside her. She couldn't make out who it was, or if it was even real, but she swore she could see the faint outline of a body laying on it's side, staring at her.
"Hey beautiful," it said.
She wanted to cry, the words triggering memories of her soon-to-be ex-husband in her mind. But who uttered them? Who was such a mean spirited person that they would say that to her in her condition? She knew she looked, and probably smelled, like hell. Regardless, she wasn't awake enough, and her head was too clouded to mutter any kind of response. Her body was relaxing back into sleep as fast as she had awoken.
Morning came rapidly. The alarm clock buzzed and when she opened her eyes she was met by sunshine. She groaned instantly and snapped them shut, hitting the clock with her fist. McKayla rarely got hangovers when she drank, but when she did, they hit her hard. Eventually it stopped and she pulled the blankets over her head. That had to be the most annoying noise on Earth. That constant Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.
"Beep the fuck off," she muttered.
She sat up, attempting to open her eyes again. Unfortunately she was facing the window and a sudden burst of light bouncing off the railing didn't help at all. She groaned, pulled the blanket up to her face, and fell forward onto the bed, her behind slightly up in the air.
"God... I'm going to die," came her muffled voice.
The curtains were pulled closed and she sat up, her senses on overdrive. Who closed the curtains? Who was in her room? Oh God! A crazed fan was locked in there with her and she couldn't open her eyes to grab the phone and call Eric! Her eyes may have hurt like hell, her head may have been pounding, and she may have felt like she was going to hurl any moment, but she was willing to risk it. One of her eyes slowly peeked open and she looked around. The curtains held back a considerable amount of light, and room was dimly light with a brownish-gold glow.
"You're not dying," came a voice.
She looked sharply to her side and spotted Justin, watching her intently.
"Justin? What are you doing here?" she croaked.
God, not only was she blind, sick, and spinning, now she sounded like a toad was building a home on her vocal cords.
"We need to talk," he handed her a glass and two aspirin.
She downed them immediately and started to stand slowly.
"How did you get in?"
"Eric."
Ha! Some bodyguard.
"I'm going to kill him. Justin, we don't have anything to talk about," she stood, "Whoa hang on, I'm spinning."
Justin put his hands on her hips when she looked alittle wobbly and waited for her equilibrium to catch-up with her. When it did she pushed his hands away and slowly began her walk to the bathroom. He followed her till the door closed in his face, then he waited till she was done, and was right back by her side when the door opened again.
"Baby we can work this out."
There was the term of endearment. She melted inside, for about a split second.
"Work what out Justin? We're getting divorced, end of story. Aren't you supposed to be in Australia with Claire?" she was digging around in her bag.
"I decided not to go."
"Claire couldn't make it?" she finally pulled out a pair of black shades and slid them on.
"I told her not to come," he confessed.
"Oh," she was stumbling back towards the bed.
Man was she a sight. An oversized blue tee-shirt, wild hair, and black shades. But to him she was gorgeous and Justin smiled to himself.
"What?" Why was he looking at her like that?
"I think those are mine," he was referring to her glasses.
"Well they're mine now aren't they? Finders keepers loser weepers," she pulled the blankets up over her head.
She felt him sit down next to her.
"Why are you really here?"
He pulled the blanket down alittle, "I already told you, we need to talk."
"I don't have anything to say."
"Then shut up and let me talk for a second okay?"
She glared from behind the shades, but didn't say a word. He stayed silent for a moment, not quite sure of exactly what to say. He'd never done this before, and all of his happiness was riding on this very moment.
"You know, I canceled with Claire. I asked her not to come to Australia with me. The real reason I'm not there is because I kept thinking about you babygirl," his voice was soft, husky. Like he was sharing a secret with her that no one else in the world was allowed to hear, "I was fuckin miserable, Trace was callin me a damn baby. I kept thinking about the past year, and about the airport, and I kept hearing all the things I wanted to say to you and to tell you but I couldn't," he sighed and reached under the blanket to hold her hand, "I know that things definitely were not great when we first got together, and I know they weren't the best toward the end. But you have to admit that we had some good times Kay, and you have to admit that there's something going on. There's some kind of spark, there's some sorta magic. Something changed and I don't want to let it go," he let go of her hand and reached into his pocket to pull out a box.
McKayla sat up in curiosity. It was too big to be a ring, not that she was expecting one. But still, she was extremely curous. Justin bit down on his lower lip before turning his body towards hers alittle more.
"I remember when we were at your house, that first night we really talked? You remember? We talked about everything, from the stupidest things to the most important things. That was the first night I really saw you. That was the first time I really knew who you were, that was when I started to care about you. Most of all from that night, I remember talking about love. I remember you telling me how you would know someone loved you," he held the box between them and pulled the lid open to reveal a bracelet with silver sun and moon charms and diamond stars dangling from it.
McKayla gasped, looking down at the jewelry. She knew exactly what conversation he was referring too and this was the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen. But like he said ... the sun, moon, and stars were her sign for love. Does that mean he...
"Now I can live without you being my wife, if you make me. But I can't live without you baby, I can't. I know I can't so I won't even try. I love you and I need you to stay with me," he reached forward and put his hand on her cheek.
She didn't give him a response, but her bottom lip trembled.
"I love you McKayla. I don't wanna lose you," he whispered.
Kayla sniffled, and a small tear appeared from behind her shades, and rolled down her cheek. Justin set down the bracelet and reached up slowly to pull the shades down on her nose. Her eyes were dark and glossed over, watching him intently. Another tear escaped her eyelashes and he wiped it away with the pad of his thumb. But she still hadn't said anything.
"Don't make me beg baby."
McKayla smirked. She knew those words would come back to haunt her someday.
"You are gonna be the death of me Timberlake."
She pulled back to snatch the glasses off, wipe her face with the back of her hand, and suck in a long shaky breathe. Justin was growing more and more nervous, and slightly impatient. He didn't wanna rush her, he didn't want to make her say anything she didn't want to, but he'd just laid his heart on the line. She looked at him again, biting on her lip to keep it from trembling, her face scrunching up as if she were going to cry again.
"I guess it's a good thing I love you so damn much."
It took a second for him to react, the words had to echo in his mind over and over again. Finally he smiled and put his arms around her, pulling her as close as he could possibly get her. He'd told her everything, and she'd responded with the most beautiful words in the English language. She'd told him she loved him too. At that moment he wanted to swallow her up and hold her inside of him so she could never escape, and no one could ever hurt her again.
"God, you had me worried for a second there," he was placing butterfly kisses all over her face.
She giggled, only satisfied momentarily with his lips on her cheeks. Finally she caught his mouth and it tangled with hers. She let out a sigh of contentment immediately and wrapped her arms around his neck. His hand went to her hair, pulling her head back for better access. His touch was so warm, so inviting, so addictive, just the mere thought sent her nerve ending into overdrive. Her skin was the poison, his lips were the remedy. Finally, out of breath he pulled away, but she didn't move. She opted to give him several small kisses, and then he felt her smile against him, and had to smile back.
Reaching down Justin tore his eyes away from her and picked up the bracelet. He pulled it from the box and watched it twinkle.
"Reminds me of your eyes," he said clasping it around her wrist.
She smiled cheekily, alittle embarassed by the comment, and kissed him again.
"My Prince Charming. I think you forgot something though," her voice was suggestive. It made him want her in the worst way automatically.
"Damn girl! Ain't you ever satisfied?"
"Nope."
"Aiight, I know. I'm working on the angel's feather."
"You're still forgetting something."
He paused, and then flashed that famous grin at her.
"Is there something else you need to hear?"
"Yes," she smiled sweetly, "That I'm the hottest woman you've ever seen and you need me badly. You need me now."
"I thought I made that clear."
"But I need to hear you say it like that."
He sighed and kissed her cheek, "You're the hottest woman on Earth and I need you right now," he barely said the words before he came for her again, licking and sucking on anything that smelled like her flesh.
"That's not what I said," her voice was immediately breathy, her mind being pulled away to somewhere else.
"I know. Close enough," he captured her mouth again.
"As long as we're clear on that," she managed to mutter.
"Less talking, more kissing," he told her.
She giggled and allowed him to push her back onto the bed. His body crawled over hers and laid down in the V created by her legs.
"So does that mean I should call my lawyer and tell him I won't be there on Tuesday to sign those papers?"
"Less stupid questions, more kissing," she nodded.
His lips touched her again, kissing her senseless. His hands slid to her hips, slowly pushing up the tee-shirt covering her body. When his lips moved to her neck she whispered breathlessly.
"We have to go slow. I still have a headache."
"Okay," his voice was muffled by her skin.
"And I'm forewarning you, I could puke on you at any moment in time."
Justin paused in his work and thought for a minute.
"That's comforting."
She chuckled, her hands clutching the material covering his back. She kept pulling at him, wanting him closer and closer and closer. She wanted him so close that there would be no distance between them, so close that regardless of race and weight she wouldn't be able to tell where she ended and he began. They would just become one body, one heart, one love, one dream. But no matter how hard his body was pulled against hers, he just wasn't close enough. That morning, in bed together, they didn't have meaningless sex. They didn't have semi-meaningless sex. He didn't even as some would affectionately say 'spank her'. He made love to her for hours on end, the moments laced with whispered 'I love you's and endearments from the both of them. And then after it ended they cuddled up together, legs thrown over legs and arms wrapped around torsos, and slept the day away.
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