Hello my dear ones! So here it is the final installment for this story. I have to say I feel a bit teary at the thoughts of putting this out in the world...I hope you all enjoy a little different look, a point of view we haven't seen before...

As always my eternal thanks to my beta extraordinaire, Jessica1971. She's the Master Yoda to my Luke Skywalker...Love you bb!

I don't own Twilight, wish I did but sadly I don't. That honor belongs to SM.

Oh one more little side note before I shut up and let you read. The first Epi was screwed up beyond recognition when I posted last week...there was something between the borrowed computer and Fanfiction that wasn't getting along. I apologize but I reposted, if you didn't read the repaired copy you are more than welcome to do that...without further ado...

Epilogue #2

Olivia POV

"Mom! Daddy!" I screamed as I burst through the door and into the kitchen, laughing uncontrollably and running down the hall toward the office. "Oh my God!"

Graduation was only a few weeks away and I had finally gotten a letter from the one school I wanted to attend more than any other. I knew my dad was going to be over the moon; he had no idea I even applied. Mom knew but she thought it was a good idea to wait and tell daddy when I got accepted.

On top of that, I wanted to surprise him, and a little part of me wanted to get in on my own merit, not because of my dad's name. I knew the fact that he was an alumnus would have made a big difference in my getting in the program if I told him and he made a call to some of his old college buddies who were on the admissions board.

"Shit," my dad exclaimed as I threw open the door and my mother jumped, turning to look over her shoulder toward the door. Her face immediately turned red as my dad released a frustrated growl and I tried not to notice that his hand slipped from under her t-shirt. His large hands encircled her waist as he tilted his head to the side and met my gaze, scowling at me slightly.

"Whoops, sorry, but geez you guys should really lock a door now and then, ya know," I laughed, teasing, but I felt my own cheeks burning a bit at walking in on them – again- but I was too excited to wait. When I was younger, I thought it was gross that they couldn't seem to keep their hands off one another, but as I got older I came to realize what a special and rare, loving relationship they shared.

I giggled because I couldn't seem to control the laughter bubbling up in my chest as I looked down at the piece of paper in my hand then back at my parents. I was completely giddy and waved the letter high in the air, watching the scowl on my dad's face turn into a crooked grin. He shook his head and laughed like I knew he would; he wasn't really mad at me for barging in, he just wanted me to think he was. I knew the truth. My dad and I were tight.

"What's that, sweetheart?" he asked, nodding toward my hand and pulling my mother into his lap before leaning back in the chair.

Mom shot me a knowing look as she wrapped her arms around his neck. She was giving me the gift of surprising daddy with the good news. The moment my dad found out I would be attending Northwestern in the fall, he would be berserk. Even though he had never pushed me to go to his alma mater, I knew he wanted that for both Tony and I.

Honestly, if my little brother made it out of third grade without blowing up the whole school, I would be amazed. My parents were at the school either picking him up or having a conference with the principle and Tony's teacher at least every other week. If it wasn't that, daddy was patching up some off the wall injury he had gotten during one of his more adventurous experiments. It really was a miracle the kid was still walking around with all the ways he could find to get in trouble or injured. My mom claimed he would surely be the death of her and my dad just laughed, claiming he was just 'all boy'.

Grandma Esme said Tony was exactly like dad, never still for more than a few minutes and always wanting to know how things worked. She said there wasn't a Christmas or birthday she could remember that my dad didn't have every one of his toys in pieces by the end of the day, just to try and understand how it worked internally. That was pretty much the definition of Tony; that and the fact that he liked to blow things up with the chemistry set that Mimi Renee got him for his birthday. I really didn't know what she was thinking or what my parents were thinking letting him keep the darn thing.

Tony looked like mom, all soft features and wide expressive eyes, except for the fact that his eyes were green and his hair was red which of course was totally dads; he had the same soft curls that mom and Grandpa Charlie shared. He was an adorable kid, and I loved him, but he was a pain in my neck. I was going to miss him like crazy when I left for college. I felt my eyes burn just a little at the thought of being so far away from home, still I couldn't help but smile as I looked at my dad's eyes.

"It's a letter," I said, waving it in front of me again excitedly.

"I can see that, princess," Dad chuckled, rolling his eyes playfully. "What I meant was... why does that letter have you so excited?"

I looked at mom, who wore a smirk on her face, and she nodded, her eyes growing wide with her excitement. Daddy knew I wanted to be a doctor and had been nothing but encouraging with my desire to go into biomedical research. My one dream was to find a cure for Cystic Fibrosis. We had lots of late night talks about that over the past couple of years. He just had no idea that I planned on going to Northwestern.

"Well…" I paused dramatically and my mom giggled.

"Olivia, you're going to give your father a heart attack," my mom said, shaking her head and laughing at the expression on his face. "Just tell him already."

"Tell me what?" he asked, looking up at my mom, his brow furrowing. "You know what this is about?"

She nodded and kissed his forehead, patting his chest lovingly before they both turned to look at me again.

"Olivia," he sighed, running his hand through his hair again and closing his eyes. "Is this something that I really don't want to know?" Opening his eyes, narrowing them at me once again. "You know, like you've decided to join the Peace Corps or the Red Cross instead of going to college? And you're leaving right after graduation for some foreign country for the next three years?"

"Gah, no," I rolled my eyes and shook my head. "You're so goofy sometimes." He could be completely ridiculous sometimes. The Peace Corps, really?

"Anyway, so you know how I want to be a doctor, right?" I started and he nodded. "Well, I applied at lots of schools. And, well, you know that already, too,because you've been complaining about all the applications and information books lying around everywhere." I sighed dramatically, looking at him from the corner of my eye. He chuckled, running a hand through his hair and grinning at me sheepishly. I knew he still felt bad for yelling at me a couple nights before when he came home late and tripped over some of the brochures I had left in the family room. I crossed the room quickly to lay the letter on his desk, watching as he sat forward to look down at the paper. "Well, there was one school that you wouldn't have seen in all that stuff…it was the only place I really wanted to go, so I applied and, well…"

There was a sharp intake of breath as he read the acceptance letter. His head shot up, looking me in the eye, an unreadable expression on his face. He turned to look at my mom as though he couldn't believe what he was seeing; she nodded before his eyes fell to the paper before him.

"You're going to Northwestern…," his voice was barely a whisper as a huge smile began to form as he raised his head once more.

I nodded in acknowledgment and felt my own smile split my face.

He stood quickly, setting my mother on her feet; before I could even register what was happening, he was rounding the desk, scooping me up in his arms and twirling me around as he hugged me to him.

"Hell, yeah," he laughed. "My girl's going to Northwestern! I can't believe you didn't tell me this…" he said, setting me back on my feet and placing his hands on my face. He smiled down at me before kissing my forehead and whispering, "I'm so proud of you, baby."


4 months later…..

The four of us flew into Chicago a few days earlier than I needed to be on campus under the guise that daddy wanted to visit a few friends he hadn't seen in a while. So since they would conveniently be in town anyway,they would help me get settled and check out the dorms. I knew the truth; my parents were having a really hard time letting go. If I was being totally honest, I wasn't exactly looking forward to being in such a big city all by myself, but I wouldn't ever admit that to my parents. If daddy found out I was even a little apprehensive about being alone, he would have the movers in my dorm before sundown packing my stuff and carting my butt back to Atlanta.

I wanted the freedom - with everything in me I wanted the freedom that came along with being on my own for the first time- but I couldn't help being nervous.

"You're sure you have everything?" mom asked for at least the hundredth time, looking around my dorm room.

I rolled my eyes and sighed, "Yes, Mom. There's no possible way to get one more thing in this place. For Pete's sake, I swear between you, Mimi Renee and Grandma Esme I have everything in Pottery Barn's entire stock of dorm furniture."

She laughed as she straightened a picture on the wall but didn't comment, knowing I was right. I smiled sadly as I watched her walk across the room and sit down on my bed. It was obvious to me how much she was struggling to hold in her emotions because I was doing the same thing.

"I thought daddy was going to have a stroke when he found out the only available single room was in the co-ed dorms," I said, sitting down next to her on the bed, placing my pillow in my lap and leaning against the headboard.

"You have no idea," she said, rolling her eyes and sliding back on the bed to lean against the wall. "He was seriously considering selling out of the practice, or just letting Uncle Emmett take over the whole thing and moving us all here so you wouldn't have to live on campus. It was all I could do to convince him that it was not a good idea at all. Then he had the bright idea of getting you an apartment off campus, but the school requires all freshmen to live in the dorms. And honestly, well…you need to have the experience of campus life. I told him we didn't need to worry about the co-ed thing. You have a good head on your shoulders." She turned to look at me, narrowing her eyes and pointing a finger at me. "Don't make me regret telling him that."

"Oh my God, Mom," I laughed, hitting her with the pillow.

She laughed, catching the pillow and pulling it away before lying down next to me on the bed.

"You're going to have so much fun here, baby," she said, propping her head on her palm and smiling. Her eyes were glassy and I felt the sting of my own tears as I looked at my mother. "So, you're comfortable with the doctor at the clinic, right? They seem to really be on top of things but…"

"Yeah, Mom," I said, pushing an errant hair out of my face and sighing. "They're fine. I mean, we knew that I would change clinics anyway once I turned eighteen, so it wasn't like I would still be seeing Dr. Mitchell even if I was at home."

She nodded, but I could see the concern written all over her face. She wouldn't say it, but it scared her probably more than it did me for her to be so far away when I got sick the next time. My last hospital stay had been quite a while ago, but there was a little part of me that was afraid to be admitted without my mom there. I knew when it happened she would be on the first plane to me, but it scared me all the same. She had always been right there when I had to go through that stuff; the thought that she was going to be thousands of miles away was more than a little frightening.

Just then, the door to my dorm room opened and a giggling blur flew into the room.

"Mom! Sissy!" Tony shrieked as he ran across the room, jumping on the bed and tackling both of us at the same time. "Look what daddy got me," he said excitedly, pulling off the purple baseball cap he wore and waving it in mom's face.

Tony collected baseball caps. Football teams, baseball teams- both collegiate and professional, he wasn't particularly discerning. There was even a NASCAR team or two in the mix of hats that lined the walls of his room.

"I really like that one, sweetie," mom said, sitting up and looking at my dad with a smirk on her face, taking in the matching hat on his head. "Looks like you talked your daddy into getting one, too."

"Yep," Tony smiled. "He needed a new one 'cause his other one is gross."

Mom and I laughed out loud, knowing exactly what Tony was talking about and agreeing wholeheartedly. Daddy had this nasty baseball cap that was so old that it had to be left over from his own days at Northwestern. He wore it all the time, especially if he was watching any sports team from Northwestern play; the thing was practically in shreds from all the wear and tear, but he wouldn't throw it out. Mom had tried on several occasions to sneak it out of the house, but he always seemed to catch her before she could get it into the trash.

"Traitor," daddy muttered, readjusting the new cap on his head and trying unsuccessfully to look angry, but the whole effect was completely ruined by the grin lighting up his face. "There is absolutely nothing wrong with my old cap."

We all groaned and shook our heads, which made him laugh.

"Whatever…you can just keep right on ridiculing my choice in head wear all you want," he said, turning to make his way back out the door and calling over his shoulder. "I'm starving. I'm going to get some dinner."

My family was leaving the next morning, but instead of making a big emotional deal out of our last night together, we decided to go to a local pizzeria daddy said was one of his favorite haunts back in the day. According to him, it was a requirement of anyone living in Chicago to know where to find the best Chicago style pizza. I wouldn't ever tell him, but I was surprised the place was still in operation. I mean, he had been in school here like, twenty years ago?

Before I knew it, they were dropping me off and I was making my way inside my room and over to the window. They would be back first thing in the morning to have one last breakfast with me. A single tear slid down my cheek as I watched the taillights of their rental fade from sight.

I turned away from the window, walking over to my desk I took out a sheet of paper and started writing.



I could hear the light snoring of my son from the room next door; I swear that kid could sleep standing on his head if need be because nothing ever seemed to disturb his peaceful slumber. I envied him that - the innocence of youth allowing you to sleep without the intrusion of the world.

I lifted my head to check the bedside clock and groaned.

Two a.m.

Bella and I had dropped Olivia off at her dorm several hours ago and made our way to the hotel where we were staying. Tony was passed out before we were two miles down the road, but neither Bella nor I were able to fall asleep so easily, knowing what the rising of the sun would bring.

I had no doubt that Olivia could take care of herself; we raised her to know right from wrong. Olivia was smart, she always had been -even when she was just a little girl she was wise beyond her years. Thankfully, she had her mother's ability to read people as well as absolutely no inhibition in holding back her opinion when she didn't agree with something someone did or said.

All those things gave me some peace of mind, but my heart was breaking at the thought of getting on a plane to head back to Atlanta and leaving Olivia behind.

"I don't think I can do it, Edward," Bella sighed into the darkness, echoing my own inner thoughts. I pulled her closer to my side and kissed the top of her head.

"She's going to be just fine, sweetheart," I whispered, pressing my lips to her hair once more, completely unsure who I was trying to convince more, Bella or myself.

We both were so incredibly proud of Olivia for following her dream,but the thought of her being so far from home was ripping Bella's heart to shreds. I would need to keep it together because Bella was going to come completely undone when it was time to actually leave the next day.

I knew all too well that Bella's wasn't just the typical fear all parents have when their children leave for college. Bella was afraid for so much more than if Olivia would fit in and find her way in such a big place. It was more than a fear Olivia would get caught up in partying and not be able to keep up with her school requirements. Or she would meet the wrong boy and get her heart broken. While we had all of those same fears, there was so much more to what Bella was feeling as she tried to prepare herself to let Olivia find her wings and fly.

For the first time in Olivia's life, Bella wouldn't be just a few minutes away the next time she got sick. Bella was concerned the CF clinic staff wouldn't be as attentive because they were new to Olivia's care team. She was scared Olivia would push herself too far before seeing the doctor, or that she would get busy with the stresses of school and not take her medications properly. I wanted so badly to take that fear away from her, but I knew there was nothing I could do but remind her of my love and reassure her everything would be fine while praying I was right.

Bella sniffled and I felt her tears falling on my bare skin as she buried her face in my chest. Running a hand over her hair and down her back, I tried to soothe her as she released the strangle hold on her emotions she had held throughout the day. I tightened my arms and held her while she cried.

Bella's arms wrapped around my chest, her face nestled in the crook of my neck when she began to calm and finally slipped into a fitful sleep.

I woke the following morning wrapped around Bella's tiny body. Taking a deep breath, a smile creased my face as I pressed a kiss to her shoulder.

"Good morning, sweetheart," I murmured against her skin.

Bella groaned an incoherent response, making my smile widen; my wife was not a morning person - at all. I raised my head to check the time and dropped it back to my pillow with a groan of my own. We needed to get up if we were going to make it to Olivia's dorm and still get to the airport in time for our flight home.

"Bella," I said, my voice barely audible as I used my chin to move the hair covering her neck. I began placing open mouthed kisses to the area where her shoulder curved gracefully into her neck. I felt a feeling of satisfaction when she shivered and her skin broke out in goose flesh as I kissed my way to the spot just behind her ear before whispering, "Baby, we need to get up so we have time for breakfast with Olivia before our flight."

I took the lobe of her ear between my teeth and smiled as Bella moaned a low throaty sound.

"Ungh…if you don't quit doing that I'll never get out of this bed," she sighed, pressing her backside into me, causing me to hiss as I spread my fingers wide over her abdomen, pulling her tighter into me.

"And that's supposed to make me want to stop…how?" I groaned as she pushed into me again and desire raced through my system. I couldn't stop the response of my body as my hips shifted into her, gaining the friction I needed but not nearly enough for what I truly wanted. After all our years together, there were still things that woman could do to my body that drove me to the edge of oblivion.

Bella chuckled and raised a hand to thread her fingers in my hair, rolling her hips against me in ways that could possibly be illegal in the state of Illinois.

"Bella, are you trying to kill me this morning?" I groaned before using every bit of strength I could muster to roll onto my back, separating myself from her so I could gain some control.

Bella laughed a deep husky sound, her voice still raw from the emotions of the previous night.

"Today's going to be really hard, Edward," she said, turning to face me and curling her hand under her cheek on her pillow. Her big brown eyes became glassy as her emotions began to build once again.

"Yes, it is," I replied, rolling until I was lying on my side. I reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear and slowly caressed her cheek. Her eyes fluttered closed and she took a deep breath. Folding my fingers around her neck, I pulled her to me, leaning in to kiss her slowly, gently.

"I love you, so much," I whispered.

She nodded and pressed her forehead to my chin, squeezing her eyes tightly shut and murmuring her love in return.

"Olivia loves you more than anything in this world," I said, moving to kiss her cheek. I could taste the salt of her tears as they slid from behind her closed lids. "Please don't cry, baby… I know she's struggling with being away from you as much as you're struggling to let her go, but she's going to love college and she's going to be an amazing doctor someday." A sob ripped from her chest and I pulled her into my arms, holding her until she had cried out the sadness the day brought. We finally climbed out of bed and dressed quickly to go meet our girl for a morning of family time.


I felt a tightening in my chest as I looked at my watch and knew our time was growing short; we would need to get on the road if we were going to make our flight. Torn between being happy that Olivia was starting a new stage of her life and grabbing her up and taking her with us back to Atlanta, I smiled sadly, watching my children tease one another as they said their goodbyes.

"All right, you," Olivia said, hugging and kissing Tony as he squirmed, turning several shades of red. "Behave. I don't want to hear about the bomb squad visiting your school before I see you at Thanksgiving."

"Ah, geez, Livi," Tony whined, pulling away from his sister and wiping his cheek where she had kissed him. He swatted at her hand when she reached out to ruffle his hair. "I'm not going to blow up anything at school."

It did not escape my notice that he said 'at school', which left incidences at home wide open.

Bella rose from where she sat in the chair my mother had chosen for Olivia's room and crossed to where Olivia stood with Tony in the little kitchenette. Tony took one look at his mother's face and made a beeline for where I sat in the chair at Olivia's desk.

"Why's Mom look so sad?" he asked in a whisper as he stood between my legs, wrapping an arm over my shoulders and looking at me with a confused expression. "I thought you guys wanted Livi to go to school here?"

"She's not really sad, buddy," I said, trying to find the words to explain what his mother and I were feeling. "We do want her to go to school here…it's just…well, we like having both of you at home with us all the time. So now that Olivia's not going to be living in our house for a while, well, that makes your mom and I a little sad, but happy, too. Does that make sense?"

"I guess," he shrugged, shaking his head and still looking confused. "Parents are so weird."

I chuckled and wrapped my arms around him, kissing his head. "You're right about that, buddy."

Bella and Olivia were locked in a hard embrace; Olivia would nod as Bella whispered to her, things I'm sure that needed to be kept between a mother and a daughter. I couldn't see either of their faces but didn't need visual proof to know they were both crying. Suddenly they both laughed, wiping at their faces as they finally pulled apart. My own throat tightened at the realization I had not said my goodbyes and my time had come.

"Why don't you go give your mom a hug? I think she could really use it right now," I said, pushing Tony toward Bella as I stood.

I took a steadying breath and smiled as Olivia crossed the room toward me. Opening my arms, I wrapped her in a hug when she fell into me. Dropping my head to hers, I kissed her hair and bit the inside of my cheek to hold back the emotions crashing over me as she clung to my shirt.

"I love you, baby," I said, my voice cracking despite my best effort to keep it even. I cleared my throat and pulled back to look down at my little girl.

Olivia smiled up at me through her tears as I framed her sweet face between my palms and kissed her forehead. "I hope you know how very proud your mother and I are of you."

Her smile grew and I brushed away the tears falling over her cheeks. "I do, Daddy…thank you for everything." She took a deep breath and cleared her throat as she pulled out of my grasp. Stepping around me, she picked up an envelope from the desk and turned back to face me.

"I…I wrote this last night after you guys left," she whispered, holding it out for me to take and smiling hesitantly. "Don't, um…don't read it until you're on the plane, 'k?"

I took the envelope from her, looking down at it for a long moment before murmuring, "Okay."

"I guess you guys have to get going, huh?" Olivia asked, stuffing her hands in her back pockets. She drug the toe of her shoe on the floor, swinging her body from side to side, making me smile and reminding me so much of when she was a little girl.

"Yeah, I guess so," I said, reaching behind me to slip the envelope in my pocket before pulling her into my arms once again. I took a deep steadying breath.

"You have your credit card, right?"

Olivia nodded against my chest.

"And there's cash available in your debit account. You've got that card, too, right?" She nodded again. "Keep your cell phone charged because you know if I call and can't get you I'll be on the next flight out," I said in all seriousness and smiled as I felt Olivia's shoulders shake with her laughter.

"I will, Daddy," she said, her voice barely more than a whisper. "I love you."

"Love you, too, princess."

Too soon we were pulling away, leaving Olivia waving from the curb in front of her dorm.

Bella quietly cried all the way to the airport. I took her hand and brought it to my lips, hoping to soothe her in some small way. Tony sat in the backseat of the car with his earbuds firmly in place and playing around with his iPod Touch. I caught a glimpse of him in the rear view swatting at his face a couple of times with the back of his hand.

When we finally made it on the plane, Bella settled into her seat and closed her eyes as soon as we were off the ground. Tony continued to ignore everyone around him as he immersed himself in a movie.

I pulled out the envelope that Olivia had given me; we had been in the air for at least five minutes, so I had followed her rules.

Unfolding the paper, I felt my heart pounding with anxiety as I began to read the words Olivia wrote.

Dear Daddy,

I'm sitting here at my desk after I watched you guys leave and I can't really explain how I feel. I don't even know where to start or what I want to say. Well, that's really not true, I just don't have the right words to tell you all the things that I feel like I need to say to you. I'm so excited to start classes and to have the independence all this is bringing me, but at the same time it all terrifies me more than I would ever admit out loud.

I know Mom is afraid I won't take care of myself, but you guys don't need to worry. I promise to make sure I'm doing what I'm supposed to do. I want to stay healthy. But all that's not really what I wanted to tell you either because I think you already know all that stuff.

I guess what I wanted to tell you was thank you. Thank you for everything that you have ever done for me and for Mom. I knew it from the first time I saw you. I knew you would be a great dad and I think that Mom saw it, too. She was just scared.

You remember, don't you? The first time we met? I was sick and you came to see me in the hospital?

Anyway, you brought me all those magazines and stuff. You talked to me about all the stupid things little kids think is so important and you actually listened. You had read Harry Potter, for Pete's sake! How much better could it be than that, right?

I had no idea just how great it would get, not then anyway.

You knew all the crap that would come along with being with us, and instead of running in the opposite direction, you kept Mom from running away from you. You took me and my Mom into your heart. You loved my Mom and you loved me.

You loved us enough to not make us try to forget my other dad. Instead of being jealous of the love we carried for him, you let us have our memories and helped us to keep him in our hearts. You even helped me to hold on to a little piece that was mine all to myself by teaching me to play the guitar and encouraging me to sing.

You're an amazing man, Daddy, and the day you came into our lives was the best day ever. You helped my Mom to make us a family and held us together through the tough times. We haven't always seen eye to eye on things, but you were there no matter what and you loved me even when you were mad.

Take care of Mom. She's going to need you now, even more than before, to be strong for her because I know her; she's having a much rougher time with not being able to control everything than she's letting on. Tony's going to need you, too, because he needs somebody to run interference for him when he drives mom up the wall, and I can't do that from Chicago.

I hope you know that I will do everything I can to make sure you're always proud of me. I guess that's everything I wanted to tell you, except, well, I love you with all my heart!

Forever your princess,


Releasing the breath I hadn't even realized I was holding, I stared at my daughter's neat script for a little bit longer, feeling the burn in my chest and behind my eyes. Folding the paper, I placed it in the envelope and slid it back into my pocket.

Olivia was the light of my life. Regardless of the fact she wasn't biologically mine, she was the child of my heart and mine in every other way. She would always be my little girl.

I turned to look at my wife as her head dropped to my shoulder and smiled. Looking over to our son, I knew that no one on the face of the Earth had ever been more blessed.

In the years to come our lives would not be simple. It would be chaotic and filled with happiness and tears, but we would always be a family who loved one another more than life itself. I would spend every possible moment making sure they knew just how special they truly were to me and how special they had made my life each and every day.

The End

That's it folks...I hope you enjoyed a little glimpse into Olivia's side of things and the ending of this story. Thank you again to all of you who have been so phenomenal through out this journey. Whether you've read and reviewed or just quietly read from the quiet recesses of the fandom, maybe you passed this story along to a friend or just kept it to yourself, either way I thank you for taking this trip with me.

Some have asked if I will be writing anything further, and the answer is- absolutely. I am working on another story as I type but I am taking a bit of a break over the holidays and want to have at least the majority of the story written before I begin posting again. I can tell you the title of the next story is Someone Like You. Check out my Author's blog for updates in the coming weeks as to when that story will begin posting. (the link is on my homepage) I will be doing some outtakes for NYN as well but otherwise I'll hope to see you when the new story begins to post.

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Until next time...