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dontforgetoctober3rd · 7 months

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Life Eternal (chapter 2)

This is an HOTD fanfic based off *another* fanfic, Second Sons by @avengingangelfanfic

Read the beginning here: Chapter 1

Rating: T for language, mentions of violence, alcohol consumption, mentions of arranged marriage (nothing else I think warrants a legit warning other that my writing is corny af. Like, I'm not being self-deprecating here. You might roll your eyes right out of your head lmaoooo)

Word count: 2900

Author's Note: Yes, I shoehorned even more videogame references in this one..... One of the names Jacaerys is called I pulled from Fallout: New Vegas and Catelyn's previously unnamed dragon is also from Skyrim, like her brother's.

Disclaimer: The events in this fic are NOT canon to the canon events of AvengingAngel's story! It was just an idea bouncing around and I asked for permission, which was graciously given (thank youuuu), to put it in words. Gif credits for any gifs used will be in the images themselves. With that in mind, thank you for reading.

Faceclaims:

Daemon Targaryen- Aemond as portrayed by Ewan Mitchell, except without the missing eye and his hair in a single ponytail

Royce Baratheon- King Edward from The Last Kingdom, as portrayed by Timothy Innes

Alphonse Baratheon- Osferth from The Last Kingdom, as portrayed by Ewan Mitchell

Catelyn Baratheon- Gemma Ward, circa 2023

King Jacaerys Targaryen- Aragorn as portrayed by Viggo Mortensen (Just imagine him with slightly grayer hair after the timeskip in this chapter lmao)

Daenerys Targaryen, granddaughter of Jacaerys- Marienne Bellamy as portrayed by Tati Gabrielle in season 4 of You (She literally has the perfect hair for this imo)

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18 YEARS AGO…

The dragon pit buzzed with the huge crowd, everyone gathered to hear the new King speak on what the next step would be. War, surely.

Jacaerys felt like a boy of fifteen again, his fear causing a bitter taste in his mouth, making his chest thump with anxiety. His face remained blank, but inside, he was screaming and scared. How pathetic, he thought. He was King now and he was afraid, so very afraid.

It had been a fortnight since the loss of his mother and Daemon. Since his entire world had collapsed and the Crown Prince had made way for the King he apparently now was. Days of investigating and hearing all of King’s Landing grow more rage filled by the hour. Only five days since the funeral. King Wait-and-see, they had begun calling him. Others whispered the cruel moniker “King Craven”. Or so he had heard. The people were angry, that much he was certain of (Mostly due to the fact that no news had yet been relayed as to what the Crown planned on doing to avenge Queen Rhaenyra and her Lord Hand’s deaths), but Jacaerys wondered…how angry were they with him? A truly distraught son would be chomping at the bit for revenge, he thought bitterly. Instead of lingering about, doing what felt like nothing.

It was his queen who soothed him, quelling his dragon fire. Baela reassured him that only a few loud voices were the ones branding him with disrespectful names, that the majority of the smallfolk supported their new ruler and were just anxious for an answer concerning what was to come.

Well, they would have their answer now, Jacaerys thought.

Still, he hesitated.

Would they really fight for him? Would they love him as much as his mother and Daemon? He felt such a heavy weight in his heart despite Baela’s fiercely reiterated beliefs over these last few days that the people of Westeros would follow their King to the seven hells, if need be. “I certainly would.” She had said, clenching his face and holding his gaze with those blazing eyes he loved oh so dearly.

The crowd continued their murmuring. Jacaerys let himself gaze over them for a moment. His mother always seemed to know just what to say, what to do, in any situation. How could he possibly measure up to her? To Daemon? More than anything, he wished he could ask them for advice, but they were no longer here to give it.

Aemond, newly made Hand of the King, along with the rest of the Targaryens, stayed behind at the Red Keep and conferred with the war council, seeing to it that Jacaery’s orders were followed. Only Baela came with Jacaerys to the dragon pit.

It helped his crippling feelings of inadequacy, to have her here with him. No other could possibly know, could see him as the terrified man he currently was. Especially not his own son, Aemon, now first in line for the throne.

Raising a hand to silence the crowd, King Jacaerys Targaryen stood for a few minutes until the murmuring and whispers died down to nothing. Then he spoke.

---------- STORM'S END, PRESENT DAY----------

Every member of the royal family was making their way to the Red Keep for the nameday celebrations of Aegon the Elder’s twins. Daenerys, Aemon’s daughter by his sister-wife Daella, had stopped by Storm’s End the first week Daemon had been there (she was returning from Dorne). In that week, dinners had been full of laughter and jokes.

Daemon felt lighter and happier than he had in months.

“Your mother cheated whenever she trained with your father.” Daenerys had told him over dinner one night.

“No!” Daemon cried. He was just recovering from laughing at the story of everyone spying on Aemond while he asked for Lyanna’s hand. “What happened to the ‘ absolute paragon of honor’ that I kept reading about in every damned history?!”

“Your mother was as honorable as they come, but the cheating in the training yard?” Royce said, ever so slightly drunk. “Oh, she resorted to that every chance she got. I would too, to be honest BUT she was an honorable lady, I promise you!”

“Hmm, certainly wasn’t very honorable of her to toss a book at our Lord of Driftmark and give him a black eye.” Daenerys added, slicing into her lamb. Royce spit his wine laughing.

“WHAT?!” Daemon cried.

“Grandsire told me. When Lyanna carried your sister Catelyn, she was rather quick to burn.” Daenerys said with a sly grin. “Oh, our Aemond had to take her dagger and sword away.”

“Whatever happened to that dagger?” Daemon asked. He silently pondered for a moment, the boisterous humor in the atmosphere having been immediately replaced with a relaxed nature as desserts were brought to the table. No one was uncomfortable at this. They were family, after all.

“Alphonse has it.” Daenerys looked to Daemon.

Daemon was frozen. No…Alphonse would have told him so! Wouldn’t he? Then again, he had never thought to ask of it himself. How could he fault his nephew for his own inaction?

Daenerys continued “Of course, if grandsire had not decreed to leave you alone concerning stories of your parents, I’m sure he would have told you. Alphonse is the type to have informed you the moment he himself knew.”

Oh…oh, of course. The decree.

“If you will both excuse me, I think the ale did not agree with me. I will retire for the night. Daella, will you join us hunting pheasant tomorrow?” Royce said, swaying as he stood but still somehow in possession of enough of his faculties to speak coherently.

“I am Daenerys, my lord.” came the response, with a chuckle.

“Oh! So you are. My apologies!” Royce burped and quickly begged their pardons. An attendant hurried to his side to escort him to his chambers.

“Unfortunately, though, I must away to King’s Landing tomorrow.” Daenerys said, as Royce was led away. “Pressing matters to do with my works in Dorne. I fear my horse might run away without me if I stay longer, she is not fond of storms.”

“Oh, very well!” Royce called from down the hall he was led in. “I shall see you at the nameday hunt in a few weeks time! Daemon, I shall see you tomorrow!”

“You knew all this time, that Alphonse had my mother’s dagger?!” Daemon accused, once Royce had gone. “Why on earth would he tell you about it? It doesn’t seem like information that is of much use to you.” Annoyed, he jabbed at his slice of sweet cake.

Daenerys raised an eyebrow. “Why are you irritated with me? I’m not the one in possession of it!”

The dagger was not the main issue, Daemon thought. The fact that Daenerys knew his nephew had it…not many knew that, he was sure. Why in the seven hells would a dagger, even one belonging to his mother, be a regular topic of conversation? A great deal of time would have to be spent together for the subject to even come up casually. And why had she come to Storm’s End before King’s Landing? She did not answer to orders from Lord Royce and she was not particularly close to him. Nor had she known Daemon would be there…

Daemon rolled his eyes and continued to eat his cake. The two Targaryens slipped into a comfortable silence but Daemon’s mind was restless. He had learned so much of his parents these past few days. Their courtship made him want to tear his hair out. How could they not have seen it for so long? It was maddening…and somehow, it was happening again.

Alphonse and Daenerys pined for each other. He was sure of it. Yet, both refused to give voice to their desires and become officially betrothed.

Before, Daemon had been content to leave them be, confident that they would eventually sort it out themselves. He had confronted Alphonse about it several times long ago and each time his nephew had insisted he would resolve the issue himself.

Daemon had never confronted Dany about it, he’d sooner fight his dragon naked. Others did not know who the object of Alphonse’s affection was and simply took this to mean Alphonse was nervous around maidens.

“Do you…are you fond of men?” Daemon had asked him once, before he understood the situation. Alphonse had buried his face in his hands.

“No! If I were, I am certain I would not have the issue I do now.”

And so Daemon had listened as Alphonse poured out his heart, lamenting the fact that Daenerys would never be with him because she had vowed she would never marry again after the death of her husband.

Daemon contemplated his plan of attack on the matter as Dany excused herself from the table to go to sleep.

Everyone was approaching this all wrong, he thought. They were hounding Alphonse to find a bride but since no one but they three knew he was in love with Daenerys, none of them had even approached her to make a move. It was clear what the solution was: the prospective bride herself would have to ask for the hand of Alphonse Baratheon. Propriety be damned.

Daemon made the decision then: when he would leave in a few weeks, he was determined to go straight to Daenerys and inform her that she must ask his nephew to marry her. To do so here in his good brother’s home, Alphonse’s own father, would be terrible manners. They’d already be stomping on tradition enough as it was, no need to add to it. He suspected Catelyn would foam at the mouth with rage that her son wasn’t the one doing the asking, but that did not matter. What mattered was love. Real, true love. Like the one his parents had shared. No one, not kings or lords or ladies or thousands of years of precedence, should stand in the way of that.

----------KING'S LANDING, ONE MONTH LATER----------

The mostly empty dragonpit upper chamber echoed with the rumbles of Caraxes and Alduin, Catelyn’s fearsome jet black dragon, stomping off to the caverns below.

Jacaerys stood a ways near the entrance doors, smiling at his cousins’ arrival.

It had been a month since Daemon had gone to Storm’s End. He would return in time for Jahaerys and Jahaera’s nameday celebration in one week, Catelyn and Alphonse choosing to go directly to King’s Landing to save themselves a trip and to deliver results of their negotiations in Braavos.

“Your Grace! I am famished for a genuine Westerosi lemon cake!” Catelyn declared, marching over, already undoing her braid. Alphonse followed beside her, laughing. “Our Braavosi allies, seven help them, do not have the slightest clue as to the proper ratio of sweetness to tanginess that a well made lemon cake should have,” Catelyn complained. “I almost fumbled our trade deals, having to suffer eating such bland pastries.”

“I appreciate what you have endured to gain good prices for our people, cousin.” Jacaerys joked, accepting Alphonse into a hug and then Catelyn. “Aegon will certainly appreciate it, I know. He is having the time of his life, planning this upcoming hunt. Claims it will rival the one for his second nameday!”

“How would he know how lavish it was?” Alphonse asked.

“I certainly don’t remember my own second nameday. Perhaps he should plan my wedding, when I have it. Please ask him for me, cousin.” The three made their way out of the large building, guards waiting outside with an open, topless carriage.

“Firstly, records of such events exist. Secondly, Aegon is like to have an apoplexy if Jacaerys asks that of him.” Catelyn said, climbing in first with the help of a guard. “Being Master of Revels here is his true calling. Far too many Lords and Ladies to host for him to go gallivanting off elsewhere to plan a wedding.”

“Mother, you only say that because you have had my wedding planned since the day I was born and do not wish to be usurped from further preparations.” Alphonse grumbled.

“Hmm..” Jacaerys looked to the skies, Catelyn and Alphonse stopping their bickering for a moment, looking in the same direction. A swift, vibrant white dragon was flying towards the open nesting grounds a little ways south of the city. Daemon had come.

Jacaerys climbed into the wagon next, sitting in front of Catelyn.

“Has he written?” Alphonse asked, finally climbing in last and seating himself next to his mother, looking to Jacaerys as the wagon began to move. Guards on horses flanked both sides, trotting in pace with it. Catelyn continued to look at Parthurnaax fading into the distance.

“Not one raven, but Lord Royce has. He assures me the talks were pleasant..mostly. Daemon was eager to know many things. They went for a great many walks and had countless dinners running late into the night.”

“No doubt Royce will follow soon after on horseback.” Catelyn said, giving a small wave and smile to the people. Many had now noticed the wagon containing the King driving by. “My husband never was fond of traveling on dragonback. The war was the only time he mounted Alduin with me. I fear it may have ruined his experience with flying.”

Jacaerys nodded with a smile. He knew Catelyn was avoiding it, talking of Daemon and the questions he would have of Aemond and Lyanna for all of them when he got to the keep. No matter. He would not force things.

“Now father is coming, perhaps you and him can see to the matter of arranging a marriage for me at-” Alphonse began, before abruptly being cut off by Catelyn. She held up a stiff finger in his face. Her own parents had been a love match and she was determined that each of her boys would have the same fate. Her youngest, Orys, had already married. Her other two sons were currently courting twin daughters in Dorne, grandchildren of Prince Doran.

“You are four and twenty. You will find your bride to be on your own. How can you expect to be Lord of Storm’s End one day if you cannot even do this?” Catelyn scolded. “If we choose one for you, she might be the wrong fit. The Stormlands would suffer if their Lord is too busy preoccupied with the conflict of a sour marriage. No, you will do this yourself, Alphonse.”

“Mother, but I need-”

“Alphonse, Orys chose Margaery Tyrell himself, despite other maidens flocking around him. I suspect he will become a father before the year is out. You will make your own match. This matter is closed.”

“But Aemon had his marriage arranged! So did Lady Rhaena with Lord Lucerys! I don’t see why-”

“I do believe the Lady has spoken, Alphonse.” Jacaerys said, in a now stern tone. Alphonse looked to him pleadingly.

“Cousin, please. You could-”

“Each Lord’s and Lady’s habits are their own.” Jacaerys said, cutting him off. “I trust each of them to run my kingdom well and I will not interfere unless it is to avert disaster or right egregious wrongs, as is my duty. You being too nervous to approach a prospective future wife hardly qualifies as a matter that needs my attention.” Jacaerys shrugged and waved to the smallfolk lining the streets. “Especially when you have three brothers who could take up the mantle of Lord…should you fail in your responsibilities to marry and sire heirs.”

That final admonishment had its effect and Alphonse nodded in a defeated manner. Jacaerys acknowledged his response, continuing his waves to the people of King’s Landing.

It never ended, this guiding of the younger generation, Jacaerys thought. At 15, he could barely make his own brothers behave. Much yelling had been used at the time. Now at 60, he seldom saw the need to raise his voice in court or around family. He corralled and kept his loved ones in line with such an ease he was sure his late stepfather would have been impressed.

As the wagon slowed coming into the Red Keep, Catelyn hopped off immediately, irritated. Jacaerys bade Alphonse to stay a moment. “You are a handsome man, able with the sword and skilled with the bow.” He began in a low voice, only for them two. “You ride Caraxes. You are kind and quick to make a joke. Whatever could you possibly think is counting against you in finding a bride?” he asked, a hand on Alphonse’s shoulder.

Alphonse mumbled something Jacaerys couldn’t quite hear.

“Come again?”

“...I said…the fact she does not wish to marry, for one…” Alphonse managed to say, barely loud enough to hear. He was still looking anywhere but in the eyes of his King.

Jacaerys paled. Alphonse could only be speaking of one person. His only granddaughter by Aemon, Daenerys…the complete opposite of her namesake in attitude, who declared every chance she could get that she would never marry again, no one would make her. Already widowed at eight and twenty, with no dragon and no children…Gods be good…

“Oh, does he know now?” came the voice from the gates. Jacaerys and Alphonse snapped to attention of the speaker. There stood Daemon Targaryen, windswept and grinning ear to ear.

“Uncle!” Alphonse cried, leaping from the wagon. Jacaerys smiled at the two reuniting, still in quite a shock at the recent development. Why on earth Alphonse thought springing a betrothal on Daenerys through him would work…It was beyond all sense…

The upcoming hunt was sure to be interesting.

#fanfic based on fanfic #hotd fanfic #second sons by avengingangel #hotd ocs #avengingangelfanfic #fanfiction #honest to god i did NOT plan on this going beyond that first little drabble i wrote!#but the thoughts would not stop #i had to get them out hahaha #look if the only way to improve my writing is to embarrass myself on this hellsite then SO BE IT

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CONSUME : REVIEW . . . YOU [ SEASON 3 ]

RATING: ⚫⚫⚫⚫⚫⚫⚫⚪⚪⚪ [ 7/10 ]

SEASON PLOT: In the third season, Joe and Love are married and raising their newborn son, Henry, in the Californian suburb of Madre Linda. As their relationship dynamic takes a new turn, Joe continues to repeat the cycle of obsession with a burgeoning interest in Natalie, the next door neighbor. This time, Love will flip the script to ensure that her dream of having the perfect family will not be torn away so easily by Joe's compulsive actions.

BRIEF SUMMARY: Have you ever watched something that felt so exhausting and you know this could easily be solved if someone did something super simple? I felt this way towards this season. That doesn't mean this was not entertaining, but it was so exhausting. I understand to have a show Joe and Love would need to stay together but I would have preferred divorce after the second episode. I rate this a 7/10 because it was so draining to watch, and it felt very stressful in comparison to the other two seasons which kept you on the edge of your seat. This season just felt like a harder pill to swallow but the characters, entertainment value, and story do make up for the stress.

Keep reading below for a more in depth review! Mentions of s**c*d* below and heavy spoilers.

This season truly could have been solved if the two of them weren't so obsessed with staying together. Love could've done better than a man who actively tried to kill her, but she saw herself in Joe. Joe could have left because he didn't love her and it would've ultimately been better for everyone involved, but he had a fear of her killing someone. I think that's where my apprehension for this season is coming from. It's utterly exhausting to watch a couple constantly try to work on their marriage.

The breaths of fresh air from this show never come from the two main characters this season. In comparison to the last season, Love and Ellie were the breaths of fresh air. This season, seeing Love and getting to know her in her darker unhappier times is very different in comparison to how we knew her in season two. Which, of course, probably has to do with the fact that Joe is monologuing what we see and how we perceive it. The breaths of fresh air are hard to come by, it's usually by the people Love befriends or our librarian, Dante. This season felt so weighted, and it makes for a harder time if you're looking for an easier watch. It's still very easy to be hooked in, the entire ordeal of watching two murderers trying to live in a suburban life of marriage when they don't have a connection. It's just a weighted watch.

I'm going to hop into some character reviews, because I think the characters are what make this show so likeable rather than the plot. This plot repeats over and over again with different variables (location, love interest, situations) but the characters are what creates this.

JOE GOLDBERG: I think it makes most sense if we started with Joe. I disagree with people when they say Joe got better. He did try to absolve most of his situations without murder but when he turned to his obsession again, he killed. He killed Marienne's ex and poisoned Love. So all of his talk about not killing ever again for Henry ends up being bullshit, because he found a way to excuse it. For you, Marienne. It did feel like he was going to improve but would Joe Goldberg really be Joe Goldberg if he did improve? He found his soulmate, there's nothing he wouldn't do for his soulmate. Even if that means going against a promise to not kill anyone for his son. Now, this doesn't mean I dislike him I just find his inner monologuing very intriguing to listen to since we had episode after episode of Joe ridiculing Love for her murderous impulses (which isn't great they're both terrible people) but he does the same thing? He hates seeing himself in someone else, and he'll forever do anything he can to say I'm not like that when he is. I was hoping to get more Joe and Henry interactions. I think humanizing him more than he was trying to already do would've been better and given a heavier disappointment when it came for his murder turns to occur. We didn't get many interactions, and we rely on flashbacks from his past to make us feel like he's a real person with feelings. Joe didn't behave well this season, as he does with every season, he's just good at tricking us into believing that he's valid for doing what he does. What was incredibly difficult to understand is why Joe had such a problem with Love. I understand he wants to love someone normal, but he isn't normal. No one normal is going to accept him. Love isn't in the clear either but it just felt like he talked so much about a soulmate when they both share the same fears and love the exact same. Like I said, he didn't like seeing himself in Love but it just felt like a kick in the shin when he couldn't come to terms with himself about how they're the same. He never will. He will never get better.

LOVE QUINN-GOLDBERG: Watching her gave me grey hairs. She's incredibly impulsive, but hates when people call her impulsive. She did deserve better than Joe, but she took that out against the wrong people. Natalie did not deserve to die. Natalie is a subject of Joe's obsession and Love impulsively killed her and punished her for her husbands doings and Love's impulses is where my problems with her characters lie. Like Joe, she refuses to look at herself and admit her faults. Her impulses. Buying that bakery, sleeping with Theo (multiple times), killing Natalie, hitting Gil over the head, making Sherry and Cary choose who shoots one of the other, hitting Theo over the head, etc. It's just a really hard watch because the both of them are so annoying with their refusal to reflect and be like oh this is who I am. She should have left Joe, and I don't know why she didn't? Neither of them trusted each other right but she literally said I don't know if you're going to kill me. I wish the writers just allowed them to break up because it's quite obvious all of us are like: "Girl? Leave???? Never get with him in the first place??? Use your Quinn money and disappear." I'm not in any shape or form blaming her, and I understand it's a plot device for the third season but my goodness it's just insanity to me that she even stayed and TRIED to make this marriage work when her husband had no interest in it and she even admitted she doesn't even like him. I think the writers could have made something work with this. In my opinion, Love is the hardest character to watch. I do admit I cried when she texted Forty, and he appeared in the bath. Her grief process is very hard to watch, even if it does really irritate me when they call Henry Forty. I've read enough AITA posts about calling a baby the wrong name. Overall, I'm not blaming her for anything about Joe being Joe. I just found it interesting that as we got to know her she quickly frayed from being this breath of fresh air in the second season to this dark character that steadily went down a decline.

THEO ENGLER: I am not understanding why everyone is hot and bothered about this guy. Especially in the scene where Love fantasizes about him while her and Joe are having sex I had a full body cringe/ick. And you know what? It's for good reason I'm having a full body cringe/ick and not understanding. It's because he's an immature 19 year old , and that's just not my pace which is good because he's written well. He's a problematic fave for sure, I don't think I'd watch the show for him again, I'm definitely going back to be gaslighted by Joe but he does make this season very enjoyable. He's very cheesy, emotional, he's a mess. He likes Love because she's a mess. I will say I did find it very sweet when he thought Joe was abusing her and offered to run away with her but he was easily manipulated by Love to tend to her errands to make sure she got away with the worlds sloppiest murder. I think his character is, undoubtedly, always coming from a good place. He acts out because he wants attention from his busy father but he takes care of his father. He got kicked out and still thought of Love first, to run away with her and protect her. He put himself in a risky situation for her, and I'm not saying Love and Theo would have been a good couple because they wouldn't have. Her easy going nature only complemented his immaturity because she's so easy going, it would have sizzled, but I think he knew what we knew: that she deserved better and someone who would have appreciated her. So, I can't say I dislike Theo. I'm not having a huge crush over him like other You watchers but to each their own.

MARIENNE BELLAMY: Well, she's certainly very pretty. I think Joe likes her because she's a replica of his own past, someone who will understand. Love is a replica of the worst parts of him that he doesn't even like to face. Joe doesn't like to face these much either, since they're all told in flashbacks but he can admit these things. He can admit that oh I've been in the system because of xyz. He can empathize with Marienne, and Marienne can empathize with him. I think he really likes her because this is the version of himself that he sees. Marienne, herself, outside of the character development (if we can call it that because he does regress for her which isn't her fault of course) makes me sad. Her uptight version of herself is her coping mechanism and it's very saddening to me to know that she's struggling alone through this under the torment of some man. She deserves better, maybe not a Joe Goldberg special, but better for certain.

The rest of the characters aren't important enough to me to write notes for but primarily, this cast was very diverse and it made Madre Linda seem very lively in comparison to the way Joe made the suburbs seem so lifeless. I was watching this more for characters than I was for plot, hence my 7/10 rating. I feel like a more interesting plot would have been if Love and Joe broke up rather than trying to make an obviously doomed marriage try to work. I feel like after 3 episodes they should have broken up, and I think Love could have kept up with Joe to see his behaviors if he found someone new and Joe would have to balance being a father and keeping whoever he is interested in safe from Love despite them being separated. I feel like it would have been interesting to have Love stoop down to his level, and Joe can finally see why he dislikes Love so much. He still didn't register by the end of this season that he dislikes Love because they are exactly the same. They kill for whoever they love to keep them. If the writers upped the ante, maybe he would've realized, and maybe this would have ended differently. It could have been possible too since we are just now finally getting to know the real Love. Money is tight in the Quinn family due to the divorce proceedings, so she'd have to do the dirty work herself. I don't know, I'm just thinking out loud.

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