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whynotwinnie · 3 years

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Tímida: Roger Taylor x OC series

sorry guys i’ve been m.i.a. with second semester starting i’ve been stressing with class and all that but i had this chapter for awhile now and i decided to finish it. also i’m trying to work on “wounded” the kylo ren series but i fell into a bit of a writers block for that one. .-. i’ll work on it soon. but here is this roger taylor fic you can use ben hardy’s version of roger if you would like. :) thanks for reading.

MICKEY

Waking up groggy you checked your alarm clock, 12:00 in the afternoon you have definitely seen worse you groaned as you got up from your bed.

You had always followed a very specific routine in all honestly it just made sense living on your own had definitely impacted you and your mental health so sticking to a routine made it feel like your life was always on track, when it certainly was not.

The first thing on your non-existent schedule was coffee, no matter the time you always needed some sort of caffeine when you are tight on cash it was tea at home, but when you were able and that was most of the time you went to a small coffee shop that was about a fifteen-minute walk from your studio apartment.

After doing the basic self-hygiene you grabbed your tote bag filled with your work stuff and started walking to the directions to Beachwood Cafe.

The walk is always quiet and calm, but it always gave you little bits and pieces into other people’s lives. Like the old lady watering her plants or the way, the housewife takes her toddler for a walk in his stroller. The sense of familiarity comforted you.

“Hello there.”

You whipped your head toward the direction of the voice, this was not part of the routine you had never seen this man before, his shoulder-length blonde hair and ridiculously blue eyes were unfamiliar yet comforting. He was confident yet nonchalant with his greeting.

“Hello,” you said with a small smile he looked down at you smiling.

You continued to walk seeing Beachwood in the distance.

“Were you going to get a cuppa?” you nodded your head “That is so crazy because so was I.” he picked up his pace so he can open the door for you.

You muttered a small thank you and walked in, Beachwood was a small but very popular coffeeshop the owner Dayla has became a very good friend of yours and always brightened up your day with a joke or two.

“Mimi, how are you love?” she asked from behind the counter.

“I’m good Day how are you?”

“Can’t complain if I say so myself.” she said grinning “Let me guess Caffe Latte and a pastry?”

“Yes ma’am, it’s late in the day you didn’t run out of the pastries yet?”

“I just took out a fresh batch right now, I knew you were going to have a late start today.” God, you loved this woman.

You stepped aside to get your wallet from your bag

“What would you like young man?” Dayla asked the man who walked in with you.

“I’ll just get a cup of tea please, Oh! I’ll get her order as well” he said as he saw you handing money to Dayla.

“That’s okay!” you said feeling the heat rise to your cheeks.

“Please I insist.” He said practically throwing the money to pay for your order at Dayla.

“Please let me-”

“Mimi! he said he insists go sit down,” Dayla said looking at you wide-eyed.

You looked at both of them and walked to the seat you usually sat at and what a surprise the man came with you.

“Do you mind if I sit here?” he said motioning to the seat across from you.

“Go ahead,” you said

He sat down looking out the window and then back at you. “I’m sorry I realized I never introduced myself I’m Roger Taylor.” he said extending his hand out to you, you grabbed it.

“I’m Mickey… well it’s not really Mickey but it’s just easier to pronounce.” Stupid you should’ve just said Mickey.

“May I ask what your real name is?” Roger said still holding your hand

“It’s Mikaela but Mickey is fine.”

“Can you say it one more time, I want to make sure I got it right.” he rubbed his thumb across your knuckles.

“Umm… yeah it’s pronounced Me as in me and you, Ki like eye but with a K in front of it and Yella like yell with an A after… That sounded really complicated actually you don’t have to-”

“Mikaela?” he said slowly looking up at you for confirmation.

“Yeah!” your heart skipped a beat it is so nice hearing your name.

“Nice to meet you Mikaela” he said as he brought your hand up to his mouth and pressed a soft kiss on your knuckles.

Fuck.

Of course, at the exact same time as that happened, Dayla came with your drinks. She set your drink down smirking and left without saying another word.

“Is it safe to assume that you are not from here?” He asked while blowing on his tea before taking a small sip.

“Yeah, you can say that. What gave it away.” You said smiling from your coffee cup

“You’re just different from everyone not in a bad way either I like it. Where are you from.”

Oh god, I can die happy right now.

“Well, it's a bit of a long story.”

“I don't have anywhere to be.” He said his blues eyes burning into yours

Oh wow, he's so hot

“Oh in that case. I was born in a small town in Spain. Spanish was my first language so that’s why I talk funny.”

“I like the way you talk.”

He did not. Your face was definitely red.

“How does a girl from Spain come to London?”

“Ummm sheer luck I suppose.”

“Can I ask you a question?”

“Sure”

“Was it hard learning another language?”

“Learning English was super difficult sometimes I feel like I dont know what I’m saying, but English is my third language my second was Italian.”

“Italian? Where do you find the time to learn two extra languages?” He was genuinely in disbelief

“Well my mom was from Spain and my dad was from Italy so I just needed to know both and they’re pretty similar to each other so it wasn’t that hard.

“What do you do for fun?”

“What do I do for fun?” I repeated thinking hard

“Yes, you obviously must have loads of friends.”

“Well… I do have friends, I just can’t think of one at this second.”

This is embarrassing now he thinks I’m a loser

“Don’t worry I don’t have many friends either but consider me as your friend Mickey.”

“What about you? What do you do for fun?” I need to change the subject oh my god.

“Well, I’m in a rock band.”

“A rock band?!” You said a little too loudly

“What about me isn’t rock and roll Mickey?” he said laughing

“Not in a bad way of course you don’t seem like the type to be singing in front of a crowd,” I said shaking my head

“Well, I suppose you got that right I’m on the drums in the back so the audience can’t really see me anyways.”

“I’m sorry I’m not trying to make fun of you I just got caught off guard, does your band have a name?”

“Sm- Queen,” he said shaking his head.

“I like the name Queen, are you playing soon I would like to see what I’m missing out on.”

“We’re actually recording our first album right now, the recording place is not too far from here about a block or two further down. So we’re going on a small break until we’re done with the album but I believe the next one is in three weeks.”

“I’ll keep an eye out for it then.” You said sipping your coffee

“Actually I was hoping to see you earlier than that.”

You immediately choked on your coffee, making a scene by coughing into your napkin.

“That wasn’t the response I had hoped for,” he said passing you his napkin so you can wipe your tears with.

“Oh, I’m so sorry I wasn’t trying to be mean I just- well I would like to see you again as well.”

“Really?,” He said smiling, and you swear you could melt from his smile alone.

“Yes, of course.” You smiled back.

He then prompted to drink his cup of tea until it was finished and left money on the table.

“Great then I’m going to leave before I can mess up this perfect first moment. By any chance do you have a pen on you?”

You shook your head yes and looked through your bag handing it to him.

“This is my number, we’re recording until 6 today so anytime after that call me and I’d love to talk to you more.”

You felt your head spinning with how fast he was talking and moving.

He plucked your hand up and gave you a small kiss on it again, he then walked to the door before saying.

“Promise me you’ll call me,” he told you while he grabbed the door handle.

“I promise I’ll call you,” you said softly

“Perfect,” he said while he winked at you and then left.

He gave you one last look through the window and then left, once he was out of view Dayla came to the table.

“Who was that?” she said, collecting her tip that Roger left her.

“His name is Roger. I met him today.”

“Today! You’re joking.”

“I swear Dayla I met him minutes before coming here?”

“He can be a psychopath! And here you are chatting with him after knowing him for 30 minutes.”

That stopped you.

“He is not a psycho he was so nice and funny, and did you see how hot he is Day?”

“Yeah well murderers can be funny and hot.”

“Do you really think he’s a murderer?” you asked in a exsperated way.

“No, I was just kidding he is really hot and besides who would want to murder you?” Dayla said as she wiggled her eyebrows.

“Wow that doesn’t really make me feel better.”

She stood up grabbing Roger’s empty cup “Girl you know I was just playing I say go for it and have fun, anyone would be lucky to have you.” she bumped your shoulder with her hip and left.

Your mind felt overwhelmed with all the excitement from today you even almost forgot that you had some work orders to do you tried to push Roger from your mind as you grabbed your journal and sketchbook from your bag. You looked back at your notes reading on what your client wanted: a floor-length gown but not something too flashy something to show off their arms and their cleavage. Perfect. You spent your time designing the gown having fun with it since you probably wouldn’t have another gown piece for months. After finishing you went on to your smaller orders feeling yourself getting into the groove of things.

Looking up from your sketch you noticed how dark it got outside and how empty it now was in the cafe. You decided to call it a day, well that was until you go home, and then you would start making the gown. You noticed the clock when you were telling Dayla good night. 6:58 Damn time really flew by and then you remembered the number you had in your bag.

The walk home went by to fast your thoughts about what you would say to Roger once you called made you nervous to the point that your keys kept slipping from your hands as you were trying to open the door to your apartment.

You purposely threw your jacket on the phone hook so you didn’t have to see it and went to the bathroom you looked at your appearance baggy jeans, an oversize t-shirt that you also slept in, hair a mess, and no makeup. You shook your head, no way Roger was being serious about you calling him he was so much more put together and out of your league completely. You could just imagine all the beautiful women that he has been with, no way you could compare. You sighed walking out the bathroom ready to get started on your order. You grabbed the different fabrics you needed for making the gown and when you went to grab your sketchbook Roger’s number fell and slowly fluttered down to the floor like it was taunting you. You stared at the paper hard groaning when you opened it reading that he wrote “Roger <3” following his number. You did promise him you would call…

Your heartbeat picked up when you approached the phone dialing each number slowly wishing a catastrophic event would happen and end the world so you didn’t have to finish dialing. It didn’t happen. You put the phone to your ear and hear the first ring, and then the second. This was stupid calling him in the first place you removed the phone from your ear and were half a second away from hanging up when you heard “Hello?”

Shit.

You couldn’t just hang up now.

“Hello, is this Roger?”

“It took you long enough.”

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readinglikechickensoup · 4 years

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could i request an hurt/comfort bill centric poly losers fic? preferably about his stutter as I love to project haha. Love your work sm:)

Thank you so much

Words: 926Pairing: Polyamorous Losers Club (College age) Summary: After a period of high fluency, Bill Denbrough’s stutter returns in full force. The Losers are there to listen and try to help him cope. Warnings: Strong language

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When Bill came home after a dark day, a wriggle out of your own skin day, he felt like he’d swallowed a bowling ball. He slammed the door, dropped his stuff, and locked himself in the bathroom.

He stared at himself in the mirror, trying to smile until he felt the cracks widen. He turned on the faucet and cried into his hands.

Someone rapped gently on the door.

“You alright?” Mike asked.

“G…g-go away.”

He paused. “I’m not gonna do that, Bill. I’m gonna be right here until you open that door.”

“W-why?”

“Because I love you,” Mike replied, a strange pitch to his voice. “You know that.”

Bill sat down on the toilet lid and cried harder, curling in on himself. He knew Mike could hear him, but he couldn’t stop. He just wanted the day to end and to wake up a different person.

A more insistent knock.

“Come out. Please,” Beverly said.

Bill didn’t bother responding.

“Hey,” Eddie said, “you shouldn’t be hiding in the bathroom anyway. Do you know how dirty bathrooms are? Do you know how many germs you’re picking up, being in there unnecessarily? Have you heard of e-coli?”

“How is that helpful?” Bev demanded.

Bill turned on the tub faucet. The roaring blocked out the content of the voices, leaving only the echo, like a television set turned low. As the tears dried on his cheeks, he picked at a daisy on the yellowed wallpaper.

“H-he th…th-thrusts h-h-h.” Bill took a deep breath and began again, quietly. “He th-thrusts h-his–”

The door flew open and Richie walked in, Hawaiian shirt flowing behind him. “Hey Billy. What’s the problemo? Did Mike let you watch Field of Dreams again?”

Bill shrugged.

"Right.”

“Sorry, Bill. We told him not to,” Ben said.

Richie gave him the finger and crouched to Bill’s level. “How ‘bout you come look all angry and sad in the kitchen? It’s only, Eddie really needs to use the bathroom, and this is our only one. We can turn on the kitchen sink if you really want."

"Wh…wh-wh—fine.” Bill stood and strode out into the kitchen. He threw himself into a chair at the table, pulled his knees up to his chest, and stared out the window. He traced the tops of the trees with his eyes, over and over again until they unfocused and doubled.

When his eyes hurt, he dropped his feet to the floor and looked at the table. Richie was next to him, tearing a bagel to bits; Eddie and Stan were bent together over a statistics textbook; Ben was drawing a floorplan on graphing paper; Bev was sketching; and Mike was reading a novel.

“Wh-what are you guys h…h-home for?”

Everyone looked at him.

“I called them,” Mike said, sliding a bookmark between the pages. “You were in there for over an hour.”

“Oh.”

“What’s wrong?” Ben asked.

Bill shook his head, staring down at the table.

“Jay-sus,” Richie said, throwing the remains of his bagel at Eddie. “Som'tin is clar-ley wrong wit ya, an’ until ya talk ta us, oy’m gunna–”

“F-fuck off,” Bill exploded. “It isn’t f…f-fair. W-words come so f-fucking easy for you.”

“Is this about your stutter?” Stan asked, closing the textbook. “Did something happen?”

Bill rubbed his eyes. “S…s-s-s…” He burst into tears.

They descended on him. Richie knelt on the floor and buried his face in Bill’s stomach, wrapping his arms around his torso and holding him tight.

Mike draped his arms over Bill’s shoulders and rubbed soothing circles into his chest.

Beverly held one of his hands, pressing kisses to his palm, knuckles, and wrist.

Ben held Bill’s other hand to his own chest. Bill could feel his heartbeat and his slow, deep breathing.

Stan wiped Bill’s tears away with soft tissues, dropping feather-light kisses on his forehead and between his eyes.

“Hey, no, hey,” Eddie whispered, squeezing Bill’s knee. “We love you, okay? I love you. Ben loves you. Mike loves you. Richie loves you. Bev loves you. Even Stan loves you. Everyone loves you, okay? We love you; we love your voice; we love all of you.”

Gradually, the boiling frustration in Bill subsided and the tears stopped coming.

“What happened, bluebird?” Stan asked softly, pressing a kiss to the corner of Bill’s mouth. “You can tell us.”

“You can tell us anything,” Mike said.

Bill took a deep, shaky breath. “I’ve been s-so fluent l-lately. I thought it was g…g-going away. Then t-today I had a p-presentation…I couldn’t s-stop…so I l…l-left.”

Richie tightened his grip on Bill’s middle.

“I’m s-so t-t-tired of this. It’s embarrassing. I f-feel so s…s-stupid,” he admitted.

“You are not stupid,” Bev said.

“You’re one of the most intelligent people I know,” Stan agreed.

“It’s okay to feel however you feel, but you should know that it isn’t your fault,” Mike said gently. “I’ve read up on it, and good and bad spells are pretty common.”

“Y-You read up on it?”

He shrugged. “I love you.”

“Your voice is great the way it is,” Richie said, voice muffled by Bill’s stomach. “I wouldn’t change ya.”

“None of us would,” Eddie said.

Ben stood and kissed Bill’s cheek. “I’m gonna order pizza. You guys go pick out a movie.”

Bill ended up on the couch, tucked between Stan and Mike, eating his favorite pizza and watching Ghostbusters. Richie sat on the floor, hugging one of Bill’s legs.

Finally, some of the heaviness drained from Bill’s chest. He rested his head on Mike’s shoulder and closed his eyes.

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darkstache-iplier · 6 years

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ABO verse - a Septiplier fanfic (Chapter 1)

I’m putting it on the title, so please, if you don’t like Septiplier (Jack/Mark) or abo (alpha/beta/omega) fanfics, please do not read this.

You’ve been warned.

NSFW chapters will be tagged and warned as such.

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When they began their youtube carriers, they made a very important decision: because of the hate they would receive in case they said the truth, they decided to lie.

Unlike Felix, Mark and Sean were not Betas. And by not being Betas, that meaning, by being minority, since the world was mostly made by betas, they decided to hide their true breeds.

Because Sean McLoughlin was an alpha, and Mark Fischbach was an omega, and they really, really didn't want to profit out of their 'unlikeness' like many youtubers did.

They wanted to be gamers.

And be known by being gamers only.

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"Thank you guys so much for watching! If you liked it, PUNCH that like button in the face, like a BOSS and! High fives all around! Wapish, wapish. Thank you guys and I will see all you dudes... IN THE NEXT VIDEO!"

Sean chuckled softly once he finished his outro, pulling his hat down and turning the camera off, just in time for his phone to buzz with a message.

When he picked up, his attention peaked and he grinned, knowing exactly who it was.

'Excited for next week?' – MF

Sean sighed happily and closed his eyes for a second. Next week. Next week! He was going to meet Markiplier next week!

Holy shit, what had his life become.

'Super excited!!!!' – SM

'Don't get so excited buddy, me and my friends are boring as shit' – MF

'Doubt it!' – SM

Honestly, it didn't even matter. Just knowing them would be amazing.

Mark sent him a winky face and Sean chuckled deeply, shaking his head and turning back to his computer. It was already ten pm and he hadn't even started to work on the video that had to come up in two days.

Sean groaned deeply and rubbed his eyes. He didn't want to work but he had to. He stood up, to make some good and strong cup of coffee, to be able to stay awake during night to do all he needed to do. In two or so days, he would be flying off to the USA for the first time.

He couldn't be more excited.

Never he had thought that being a Youtuber would make him do all he wanted to do, and more! This was all a dream come true!

As he made his coffee and waited for it to go down, he suddenly remembered something very important and checked the drawers of the kitchen. He hummed when he found what he wanted, but frowned when he saw he had only one pill left.

He would have to buy more Alpha hormones suppressants in the next morning. He couldn't possibly forget them.

They were going to meet up with fans. Some could be other alphas or even omegas, and that would be very indelicate if he just showed off exhaling something strong, specially when he claimed for the whole internet that he was a beta.

Sean sighed, shaking his head to himself and grabbing his coffee as he returned to his room. He hated, hate lying. He thought people deserved his honesty. But honestly, being an Alpha in society nowadays was pretty much as dangerous as being an omega. Those two breeds, as much as Sean knew about it (which wasn't much) had been decaying around the ages. The population was mostly formed of betas by now, making alphas and omegas rarity, and something people either hated for their 'old ways' (which wasn't their fault but oh well) or fetished, wanting to have an omega or an alpha for themselves to show off.

His whole childhood had been very difficult because of it, with kids not wanting to be his friend because they thought he would attack someone because of his heightened instincts, or people wanting to be his friend only to show off they had an alpha friend, or even worst: the ones that bullied him for being a small alpha.

Because honestly? In modern society, Alphas were still huge. But Sean... he was small, thin, weak, and he didn't really show off that Alpha breeding. So other kids usually made fun of him, making him decide when he was 14 that he wanted to get suppressants and just pass as a beta.

All his siblings were betas, he could be one too.

Since then, he had been living that life. Taking pills every day to hide off his scent, and trying to pass as 'normal'. As a beta.

It was easier than he thought, honestly, even if it was a bit annoying.

He just hoped that his fans that were omegas and alphas knew that like, they were closer to him than they thought.

Pushing those thoughts away and sitting down by his computer again, he began working on the videos for the next day and next week. He had filmed a few cool games, and he even had a silly video based in one of Mark's own. He just loved Mark's sketches. They were so cool.

Mark seemed to be a great guy. He talked to Sean, thought he was funny, watched his videos and liked all of them, and now they were going to finally meet and like, Sean couldn't be happier. Mark was like an idol, even though he had to pretend he wasn't, because like, how embarrassing it would be if he just acted like a fan?

They were equals, as much as career said, and if they were going places together with Mark's friends, they could also be considered friends.

Right?

Sean groaned and rubbed his face, shaking his head and focusing back on the video. He had no time to deal with this. He had to focus and finish everything and then he could go all fanboy on the thought of meeting all those cool people.

Now, he had to focus.

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Mark put his phone away when he heard the doorbell ring. He had been sending messages to some people, one of them being that Irish boy Jack that would be coming over next week.

He stood up from the couch, and unlocked the door, his smile growing when he saw Bob and Wade standing outside his door.

"Guys!" he said happily, opening his arms, and both of his best friends walked in, giving him a hug. "Oh boy, you guys got here early!"

"Yeah, we wanted to eat out of your pocket money" Bob said, and Wade chuckled as Mark smirked and made a face.

"Asshole" he mumbled and closed the door. "Well anyway, we are alone by now since the Cyndago guys left to let the house for us during the next week" he shrugged, and Bob nodded, putting his bag down.

"Yeah no one cares where's the food" he said, dryly, and Mark snorted loudly, making Bob smile.

"Want Pizza, Chinese, or what?" Mark asked, reaching for his phone and looking down as he searched for the phones. Bob and Wade looked at each other and hummed.

"Chinese" Wade nodded, and Bob agreed. Mark nodded and sat down, and they did the same, looking at Mark as he ordered.

"Okay so I ordered a lot of stuff" he said after he finished, putting the phone down and laying on the couch, humming. "Now, update me on stuff"

"Wow, thank you for your hospitality" Wade said, sarcastically, and Mark shrugged, looking at him.

"You guys are family, nothing to worry about"

"Well, life is normal" Bob said, shrugging, and Mark looked up at him. "You are the one that should update us on what's going on. You're moving everywhere, all the time, found a cool group of guys to replace us, all that good shit"

"Come on, I didn't replace you" he chuckled and shrugged, hugging the closest pillow. "They are just cool and they like my voice and they are friends. We have a lot of fun together"

"Wink wonk" wade said, and Mark threw the pillow at him.

"Shut up" he chuckled and laid down again. "I have a girlfriend, you know?"

"Oh yeah" Bob said, and Mark looked at him. "About that, weren't you guys going to break up?"

"Well... honestly I'm trying" Mark said, looking up at the ceiling again. "But she just doesn't get it. She says we need time, that she loves me very much, all that shit... I just don't know" he shrugged softly.

"I still think she only likes you because of your breed" Wade said, seriously, and Mark opened his eyes, cheeks burning out of embarrassment as he groaned.

"She doesn’t know" he growled and looked at him, and Bob sighed.

"Mark. Everyone that spends more than a month around you just know. It's impossible to hide your scent all the time" he said softly, and Mark groaned, turning away from the on the couch.

"I wouldn't have invited you if I knew this would become a breed conversation" he huffed, and both Bob and Wade looked at each other, and then at Mark.

"Okay sorry. We won't talk about it" Bob said, smiling as Mark's back relaxed and he moved back to facing them. "You have been working out too, I see"

"yeah... I kinda have to if I want to hide from people that watch me every day" he chuckled, and Wade shook his head, smiling.

"You are very passing, don't worry" Wade assured, and Mark chuckled, lifting his arm and flexing it.

"Check these guns" he said, kissing his biceps, and both Wade and Bob began laughing loudly as Mark showed off all his muscles and how his working out had been helping.

After that, the mood lightened, and they talked about their lives until the food arrived. Then, they picked it up, and ate it while watching some stupid show on TV. While they did, another topic came up, and as such, they began talking about it.

"What about that Jack guy that is coming over next week? Your new internet friend?" Bob asked, and Mark chuckled, nodding slowly.

"Jack? Yeah he is coming to LA to meet us. He is very, veeeeery excited to meet you guys. And me" he winked, and Wade chuckled.

"Well, by what we have played together and talked, he really does seem like a cool guy. I can't wait to meet him" he said, honestly, and Mark nodded, smiling.

"yeah. I think it will be nice to meet my little internet friend" he agreed, eating another bite of his food. "He is a beta too, so like, super chill"

"Cool, we are gonna bond" Bob said, grinning, and Mark laughed loudly.

"Hey, don't steal my friend!" he whined and both Bob and Wade laughed loudly, Mark joining soon after before the laugher died and so did the noise.

Mark liked it. He liked that he could just chill with his friends and not think about anything for a while. He already had his videos ready for this week, and now he just needed to order some suppressants and enjoy the week that would follow.

It would be the beginning of a great friendship, he could feel it.

He couldn't wait.

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