Synopsis:

After a forced marriage filled with violence, Bella escapes from Edward with their unborn child. Almost four years later, Edward has found her and their daughter and he refuses to let them go.


In the process of letting go,

you will lose many things from the past,

but you will find yourself.

– Deepak Chopra


Chapter 23

From Yesterday

"Can I have this?" Alexis asked, as she held a box of cereal up towards Bella's face.

"You already have three boxes at home," Bella said, as she took the box and placed it back on the shelf.

It was late evening, and Forks's supermarket was packed with the usual after work customers. It had been a few weeks since Alexis's latest illness, and as Bella had predicted, Alexis was better within a few days.

"Not this one," Alexis replied, taking the box off the shelf again.

"Yes that same one," Bella said, taking the box, once again, and returning it to the shelf. The truth was that Bella wasn't even sure if it was the same cereal Alexis had at home. All kid's cereal looked alike.

"That one is special," Alexis insisted, as she followed Bella into the next aisle. "It has a rabbit on it."

"They all have a rabbit on them."

"Nu uh. The others have a tiger, a bear, a cat, a dolphin." On and on Alexis went as she named all the animals she knew.

By the time they'd reached the checkout counter, Bella and Alexis were negotiating how many chocolate bars Alexis could have. There was only one person in front of them, but of course that one person had the most items.

"Two," Alexis said, indicating to the candy on the shelf closest to her.

"One," Bella replied.

"Three," Alexis countered.

"One."

"Four." Alexis held up four fingers.

Bella sighed. "Okay, I'll go as high as two, and you're not allowed to eat both today."

"Five," Alexis said.

Bella smiled. "Lexi, negotiation is not your strong point. Just take the two."

"Okay," Alexis said, defeated.

Bella couldn't help but laugh when Alexis picked up the two biggest candy bars she could find.

"She's adorable," a soft voice whispered behind Bella.

Bella turned to thank the stranger, but when she did, the sound got lost in her throat. Everything seemed to move slowly as Bella took in the person before her. In a Forks supermarket was the last place Bella expected to run into Esme.

Time had definitely changed her mother in law. It was immediately apparent what Alice had said about Esme not doing well after Carlisle's death was true. With the dark circles under her eyes, she looked tired.

In the brief moment of that first sight, all of Bella's memories of being around Esme in Chicago came flooding back. Esme's cutting words at Bella's wedding, her insults when they'd gone to dinner at the Cullens's house, and her biting words when she'd gone out with Rosalie and Esme for lunch. All of it came back in waves. It also brought anger with it.

"What are you doing here?" Bella asked sharply though she already knew the answer. Edward was here, so it would make sense that Esme would be here as well.

"I wanted to see her," Esme said, indicating to Alexis. "And you."

Alexis wasn't paying attention to Bella's conversation. She was too busy trying to sneak extra candy onto the conveyor belt.

"There is nothing you could possibly still have to say to me that you haven't already." Bella worked hard to keep her voice down by remembering they were in a public place. Bella felt cornered. She'd come to Forks to escape the Cullen family, and it was as though one by one they were trickling in.

So caught up in the shock at seeing Esme, Bella hadn't realised that the woman in front of them in the line had moved on. Alexis had, and was already piling the items onto the conveyer belt. In the stack of items that had already been cashed, Bella could see several candy sticks that Alexis had discreetly put on the table for the cashier to cash. Bella didn't have the energy to argue on that one.

"Please, I just want to speak to you," Esme said, as Bella quickly paid the cashier. Bella ignored her as she grabbed the bags and one of Alexis's hands as they walked out of the supermarket.

Even without turning, Bella knew Esme was behind her. When she was by her truck, Bella finally turned to look at her.

"What do you want?" Bella asked.

Esme paused a few feet away. "Carlisle is gone, Emmett and Jasper wrote me off a long time ago, and now Edward won't even talk to me."

At the sound of Edward's name, Alexis, who'd been busy trying to open one of her snacks, looked up at Esme. Esme, noticing the movement, looked down and smiled at her.

"She has his eyes," she whispered.

Quickly opening the backdoor, Bella lifted Alexis into her seat and strapped her in. She then placed the bags beside her. "Give me a minute," Bella told her.

After closing the door, Bella turned back to Esme. "Why they don't want anything to do with you has nothing to do with me," she said.

Esme looked at Bella, confused. "You still don't see it, do you?" she said softly. "Even after all this time."

"What are you talking about?"

"It has everything to do with you," Esme said, answering Bella's earlier question.

Bella just shook her head in his disbelief.

"What is going on between you and Edward is your business. Not mine." Bella turned to leave, but Esme called out to her.

"Wait! Can I meet her?" Esme asked. They both knew who Esme was referring to.

"Absolutely not," Bella said, as she got into her truck. Then without another glance at Esme, Bella left the parking lot.

Seeing Esme was a huge surprise. Bella wondered if that meant she was living in the area or if she was just passing through. She hoped it was the latter. It was frustrating. All of these changes were coming in hard and fast.

At the first red light, Bella took a deep breath to cool her anger as she looked back at Alexis still in the backseat. When she did her jaw dropped. It seemed Alexis had used Bella's distraction by Esme to indulge herself with candy.

"Couldn't wait, could you?" Bella asked smiling.

Alexis just smiled back at her with her chocolate covered mouth and sticky fingers.

Bella was supposed to drop Alexis off at Edward's house in a few minutes. Usually, they did the exchange at the park, but Alexis had cried that she wanted them to drop her off by each other's house instead. Bella had discussed it with Edward, and they'd decided that whoever had Alexis would just drop her over at the other person's house instead. Bella didn't really understand the reason for Alexis's insistence, but she didn't fight it. The back and forth couldn't be easy for Alexis no matter what, and Bella wanted to make it as smooth as possible.

Stopping off at home first, Bella carried the bags inside before continuing to Edward's house. The night Alexis had gotten sick was the first time Bella had seen Edward's house. Now with the new arrangement, she was seeing it more than she'd originally planned.

After Bella had stopped the truck outside the house, Alexis jumped out and went towards the front door to knock. After a few minutes of knocking, an unfamiliar elderly woman answered. With a handbag in her hand, she looked like she was getting ready to leave. Bella quickly got out of the truck and went to her.

"Hello. Is Edward there?" Bella said.

The woman didn't look surprised at all to see them there.

"Hello, you must be Bella. I'm Anne, the housekeeper. Mr. Cullen called and said you'd be dropping off the little one. He asked me to tell you that he'll be a few minutes late, but that you're welcome to wait inside for him."

"That's really not necessary," Bella said quickly. She was about to say that she'd prefer to wait in her truck, when Alexis bounded past Anne and went into the house. Anne smiled in response.

"I'm sorry, but I have to go now," Anne said. Then with one last smile, she left Bella standing on the porch. Bella sighed briefly before following Alexis into the house.

Bella followed Alexis into the living room. When she got there, a large piano caught her eye. It looked a lot like the piano from Chicago. Walking over to it, she passed her fingers gently over the keys. She was sure it was the same one.

"Daddy's been teaching me how to play," Alexis said, standing beside Bella.

"Really?"

"Yeah. Do you want to hear?" Alexis asked as she sat on the bench.

"Sure," Bella said, as she sat beside her.

Slowly, Alexis began to play a small tune. Despite a few misses, she was actually pretty good. Bella knew the tune well. It was the song that music teachers tended to start students off with. It was the same one her own piano teacher had taught her. When Alexis played the tune the second time, Bella helped her by correcting her when she made a mistake.

"Can you play me something?" Alexis asked when they had played it for a third time.

"I don't know," Bella said. It'd been several years since she'd played.

"Please?"

"Okay," Bella said. Taking Alexis onto her lap, Bella took Alexis's hands in hers and started playing. Bella was surprised to realise that, despite having not practiced in years, she still remembered how to play.

Several minutes later, it was Alexis who noticed Edward standing by the wall.

"Daddy," she called as she ran to him. Bella looked around, surprised.

"Hey," Edward said as he picked her up.

"Mommy was showing me how to play," Alexis said, as Edward walked over to the piano bench.

"I'd better go," Bella said.

"You don't have to go because of me."

"No, I have a few things to do," Bella said.

"I didn't know you could play," Edward said, sitting down beside Bella on the piano bench with Alexis on his lap. Bella knew he was trying to distract her to keep her there, but even though she knew it, she didn't react to it.

"You sound surprised," Bella said.

"I am. I didn't have the slightest clue. It makes me think back to when we first started dating, and I'd given you a few lessons. Did you already know how to play?"

Bella couldn't help but laugh at the fact that she'd been caught all these years later.

"Yes, I did," she admitted.

"So why did you let me teach you if you already knew?"

"You'd seemed to like teaching me so I let you."

Edward laughed. "And silly me hadn't even realised that the student was already a master." He paused for a moment before looking down at Alexis. "So are you a master as well?" Edward asked as he tickled her sides.

Bella wanted to ask Edward if he was aware that Esme was in town, but at the same time she didn't want to ruin the moment. Her main concern was keeping Esme away from Alexis. Edward knew how Bella felt about Esme, and she hoped that he would respect her wishes.

"Can you play something else?" Edward asked.

"No, I don't think I should," Bella said quickly.

"Please, Mommy? Please, please, please?" Alexis asked. "Just one more."

"Your fan has spoken," Edward said.

With Alexis's insistence, Bella played another. Then when that was finished, she played one more. The last song she played was one she knew Edward would remember, and after a few notes, he joined her in playing it. Edward used to play this song to her when they'd first started dating.

When that was over, Bella looked out the window in surprise. It was already dark out.

"I'd better go," she said, standing.

"Are you sure you don't want to stay for dinner?" Edward asked.

"No, I really should go," Bella said, as she made her way towards the door.

Edward, with Alexis in his arms, walked her out.

"So I'll see you Sunday?" Edward asked.

"Of course," Bella said. "Bye, Alexis."

"Bye, Mommy," Alexis replied.

One the ride back to the house, Bella thought about the time she'd just spent with Edward and Alexis. She liked spending time with them. She was beginning to see the old Edward, the one he'd been when they'd first started dating, emerge after its long slumber. It was such a tempting thing, this new Edward. She knew the type of life she could have had with Sebastian. It was a chance at a fresh start. But a part of her didn't want a fresh start. She wanted the old Edward back. The one he'd been before he'd turned possessive and everything had gone sour. She'd seen glimpses of him these past few months as he played with Alexis, in his concern over Alexis's health and the way he'd looked at Bella. He didn't look at her like she was his property anymore.

When Edward had begun to change, while they were in Florida, she'd often grieved for the old him. The one who'd made her laugh until her sides ached, and who, when moments came and she grieved for her father, would hold her and let her ruin his shirt with her tears. Edward had been a source of comfort, strength and love in the beginning. Now that that Edward was re-emerging, it was tempting to want to give their relationship another chance. Like the apple in the Garden of Eden, Bella found it hard to resist the temptation. All these changes in him now had awoken old feelings in her.

Bella wondered what that would make her if she was to restart her relationship with Edward. A fool she'd been called by someone once when she'd considered it in the past.


From her spot on the bed, Bella could hear people yelling and arguing. Just down the hall, someone knocked on a door causing Bella to glance at her own door for the hundredth time. It was locked, but Bella didn't trust the flimsy lock. A good kick at the door from outside would send it flying.

Originally, Bella had intended on staying at another shelter, but upon arriving at it, she learned that there was only room for one more. A family of three, a woman and her two small children, were behind Bella, and by taking the room, Bella would be denying them of it. She chose instead to give it to them. Even though Bella wanted to save the money Eryn and Mrs. Miller had given her for as long as possible, she used a small portion of it to check into a motel. It wasn't ideal, and Bella was sure it was being used to promote prostitution and drugs, but it was only temporary.

The room was tiny, ill-equipped and filled with stains Bella didn't even want to think about. Lying on the bed now, Bella missed her old room back in Florida. She briefly wondered what Renee had done with all her stuff. Bella wondered if she'd given up hope already that Bella was ever coming back and had boxed it all up. The thought put a large lump in Bella's throat.

It had been a little more than a week since Bella escaped; she never stayed in the same area for long. By then the adrenaline had long run its course, and the loneliness and devastation had set in. A week later, Bella still didn't have a suitable course of action. Slowly, she was beginning to wonder if she'd made the right choice by leaving. She was free but was no better off.

Rolling onto her back, Bella let the tears run down the side of her face. After putting up a strong front for so long, it felt good to cry. Usually during the day, Bella spent most of the time travelling from one place to another, so there was never any time to worry. It was moments like this, when she was able to slow down, that the regret kicked in.

The next day, Bella went down to one of the Community Centre's soup kitchens for lunch. It was packed with volunteers and those in need of assistance. At this point, Bella was use to sympathy looks so it didn't bother her in the slightest. One thing that was consistent was that at every soup kitchen that Bella went to, she always met someone new. It was human nature to seek a friend, especially when things were bad.

At this centre, Bella met Christina. Whereas Amy had been forward from the time she'd met Bella, conversation with Christina was a bit more reserved. Unlike Amy, Christina didn't see the need to fill every silence with words, which was fine with Bella. After lunch, the two took a walk around the Community Centre's garden.

"So you've just been around Chicago?" Christina asked, after Bella had finished telling her a watered down version of her story. Bella had left out the main parts. All she told her was that she was pregnant and running from her abusive husband. Bella never felt comfortable in conveying her own story, but often times, the people she met would tell her theirs and as a result, Bella felt obliged to speak of her own history. "Why not leave?"

"I don't know where to go," Bella said, frustrated. "I can't go to my family. I have nowhere else."

"You don't need to have someone there to hold your hand. You can go wherever you want and start over."

"You make it sound so easy," Bella said, as she collapsed onto one of the benches.

Sitting beside her, Christina said, "It's not easy. Nothing in this life ever is, but that's no excuse. I don't see what's stopping you..." Christina's voice trailed off, and when she spoke again, there was a hard edge in her voice. "You're waiting for him to find you," she accused.

"No I'm not," Bella said defensively.

"Oh yeah? Then why are you still here?"

"I don't know what to do."

"That's bullshit, and you know it. If there's nothing worth staying in Chicago for, then you should have been on the first Greyhound bus out of here."

The anger in Christina's voice caused that last bit of resilience in Bella to crack.

"I don't think I can do this," Bella said softly as a few tears escaped.

Christina paused for a moment, and then her eyes blazed.

"Listen to me, Bella," she hissed, taking Bella's face roughly in between her two hands. "He doesn't love you. You'd be a fool to go back to a guy like that. What are you waiting for? Him to suddenly grow a damn conscious? If so, you're a total fool, and you're wasting your time waiting around for him to change. Guys like your ex don't change. Trust me, I know. If you go back to him, it just means you're pathetic and weak." Bella was shocked by Christina's outburst. This was a huge difference to the calm person she'd been when they were having lunch.

Letting go of Bella's face, Christina stood up with her hands on her hips. "If you're not going to grow up for yourself, then do it for the kid. You know why? This world is a messed up, fucked up one, and if you're not tough, it's going to chew you up and spit you out. You have to stop crying for that past life. It's gone. You're on your own now. Your ex? He probably already moved on to the next bimbo. You need to do what you have to for your kid."

Bella hated how right she was. The easiest option would be to go back to Edward. Whilst it wasn't the smartest, it was the easiest one. Doing that would only make things worse. Also, it would be an insult to Eryn and Mrs. Miller, who'd risked so much to help her. It would be like throwing their kindness back in their face.

Wiping her eyes, Bella sighed. "Okay, you're right, but I still don't know what to do."

Christina sighed too and sat down beside Bella. Her anger seemed to have cooled for a moment, and Bella took a mental note not to bring it about again.

"There's always something. Maybe you should start looking for outside help," Christina said.

"What do you mean?"

"There's a group of women who help women like you," Christina explained.

"Women like me?"

"Battered victims," Christina explained. "They help them get out of the state and restart their lives."

"How does it work?"

"Well, you get in contact with one of them. She then smuggles you out of the state and takes you to a safe house somewhere else. There, another woman then takes you to another safe house in a second state. Then another woman takes you to another safe house in a third state and so on and so on," Christina explained. "Each of the women doesn't know where the other takes you. That way there's no chance of being betrayed."

"How do you know about it?"

"I had some friends who wanted to get out of Chicago, and they helped them."

Bella took a few minutes to let the information sink it. Then she thought of something. "Wait, if you're such the expert giver then why are you still in Chicago?" From what Christina had told her, Bella knew that Christina was hiding out from her boyfriend as well.

Christina smiled guiltily. "I'm the expert giver, not taker. Just because I can't find the strength doesn't mean you can't. I don't want you to end up like me. The fact that you escaped is nothing short of a miracle. You've been given another chance to make it. Don't fuck it up."


When she wasn't with Alexis, Bella immersed herself in her school work. The buzz of the overhead light in the school library was her constant companion. It was odd for her, not having her daughter with her on weekends. When she wasn't in school, Alexis used to always be by her side.

Glancing at the clock on the wall, Bella saw that it was almost four. She was supposed to be meeting Sebastian to go out to dinner in a few hours. Sebastian had not been the first person Bella dated when she'd moved to Forks. Other mothers at Alexis's school were always trying to set her up with some friend they had, but each of those never got past the first date. She always seemed to find something wrong with them. Sebastian was the first one to actually go past the first date. Bella thought she would have been relieved, but for some reason, she found she wasn't. Sebastian was a really sweet guy, and with his own son, it put him and Bella on such equal terms that they understood each other. Bella couldn't understand then why she wasn't happy.

Alexis was still with Edward, so Renee was the only one home. Renee was going through some boxes of donations when Bella arrived home. Now that she was in Forks with some time on her hand, Renee occupied herself by volunteering as much as possible in and around Forks. Her mother always had a bleeding heart for those in need, so really Bella wasn't surprised.

As she watched Renee sort through some old clothes, Bella thought how odd it was that even after all these years, Renee still had never dated anyone after Charlie's death.

"How was class?" she asked from her spot in the kitchen as Bella walked in.

Taking a seat by the kitchen table, Bella sighed. "Fine. I spoke with my advisor again, and I'm on the right track to graduate in November, so that's good."

Renee seemed to hear something off in Bella's voice, because she looked at her in confusion.

"Are you okay?" she asked.

Bella thought about it for a second before she answered. "Yeah, I guess I'm just tired."

"Tired?" Renee sounded doubtful.

"After dad died, did you ever think about dating?" Bella asked suddenly.

Renee laughed. "And you tell me about my lack of subtly?"

Bella shrugged. "I learned from the best."

Renee sighed sadly. "I did date for a little while."

Bella looked at her surprised. "You did?"

"Yes. I didn't tell you then, because I wasn't sure how you would take it. It never lasted past the first or second date anyway."

"Really? Why?"

"For a long time I didn't know why. They were all great guys who didn't run when they found out I had a kid, and I was determined to move on after your father died, but I just couldn't. It just wasn't the same. I was looking for the same love I'd felt for Charlie in them. It didn't seem fair leading them on. I gave up after some time and decided to focus my energy on you instead."

Bella nodded and looked away for a moment.

"Does that question have something to do with Sebastian and Edward?" Renee asked.

"Maybe," Bella admitted. "I mean, I finally have everything I wanted, but why am I not happy?"

"Sometimes what we think we want isn't really what we want."

"But I don't know what I want," Bella said, frustrated.

"Maybe you do, and you just don't want to admit it to yourself," Renee said.

"What do you mean?"

"Are you dating Sebastian because you love him or because you're trying to force yourself to move on?"

"Why do you ask?"

"Sweetie, remember, I was there when you and Edward first started dating," Renee said. "And I'm here now when you're dating Sebastian. You may not be able to see the difference, but I can. I also see how you and Edward are now. You're fighting hard not to have feelings for him, and maybe you're using Sebastian to do that."

"How do you know?" Bella asked.

Renee smiled sadly. "I did the same thing when I dated after Charlie had died. I wanted to move on so badly that I only dated to do that."

Bella didn't answer.

Patting Bella softly on the hand, Renee said, "You'll figure it out eventually."

Looking at the clock again, Bella saw that she had to start getting ready or else she would be late. The reminder of her date didn't make her feel excited, but it was too late to cancel. Leaving Renee in the kitchen, Bella went to get ready.

Sebastian had to drop Drayven off with his parents, so Bella drove to the restaurant herself. He was already there and helped her out of her truck when she arrived.

Sebastian pressed his lips to Bella's. "I'm glad you're here," he said.

"Thank you," Bella said as she took his hand to get out of her truck. "I'm sorry I'm late."

"It was no problem. I was only here for a few minutes," he assured her.

The Port Angeles restaurant wasn't packed. A waiter led them to a seat close to one of the large windows. Another waiter took their orders, and then left them alone.

Conversation wasn't anything special. They spoke mainly about school and their kids. The conversation was more of a way to fill the silence than anything else.

"Okay, what's wrong?" Sebastian asked, putting down his fork.

"What?" Bella asked. It was only then that she realised she'd been moving on autopilot and not really paying attention to what was going on.

"You've been distant. I know something is wrong," Sebastian said.

Bella smiled. "Am I that transparent?"

"No, not at all. I just know you well."

"I guess I just have a lot on my mind."

"Excited about graduating?" Sebastian asked.

"Yeah."

They were quiet for a moment. Bella didn't notice Sebastian was looking at her.

"Is it about Edward?" he asked.

Bella's eyes went quickly to his, and Sebastian smiled, knowing he'd gotten his answer.

To Bella, it didn't feel right talking to Sebastian about Edward. Ex es were off limit conversation in current relationships. At the same time, Sebastian was the closest friend Bella had since Eryn. Alice was too far, and the people Bella talked to at work or at school were no more than acquaintances. They weren't people Bella could really talk to. Either way, she didn't know what to say.

"You still have feelings for him," Sebastian stated sadly. It wasn't a question. They both knew it was true. Even though Bella refused to admit it to herself, everyone else seemed determined to. Even if Bella didn't see it, everyone else appeared to.

Bella didn't answer.

"I kind of knew it from the start," Sebastian said. "You were here, but you weren't actually here." Sebastian sighed sadly.

"Why do you care?" Bella asked. She didn't ask it harshly. She was just curious.

"I like you, Bella. A lot. And I want you to be happy. If not with me, then with some else."

Bella smiled sadly. "You're so like Mr. Phillotson."

"Not a very good description. Jude and Sue's relationship didn't end very well."

Bella looked away for a moment, before whispering to herself, "It isn't right."

"Why?" Sebastian asked. Apparently she hadn't whispered it as quietly as she'd thought.

"Well for one thing, after everything he did, I guess by society's definition it's wrong."

Sebastian laughed. "Society's definition." He shook his head. "I don't know what he did, but society is going to judge you and disagree with you no matter what decision you make. You can't please everyone, and it will be pointless to even try. The only thing you can do is make sure that you make the best decision for you, because at the end of the day, it's your life."

"What about your ex?" Bella asked. "If she was to come back today and beg for forgiveness, would you take her back?"

Sebastian took a moment to think about his answer before he answered her. "Probably yes. I wish I could say no, but the truth is, I never stopped having feelings for her despite all she put me through. I guess that's why I understand you."

Bella looked at Sebastian, surprised. It seemed she wasn't the only when with an ex on the mind. She understood now why he was so understanding. Just like Renee, he understood the inability to let go.

Bella felt like she was somewhere in between Héloïse and Beatrice when it came to Edward. She looked at Sebastian sadly. She did like him, but she began to realise she counted on him as more of a friend than anything else, and as Renee had said, it wasn't fair to lead him on. Even if she wasn't sure how she felt about Edward, she knew how she felt about Sebastian.

"Even if things don't work out between us, I hope we can at least remain good friends," he said. "If you or Alexis ever need anything, I'll be there."

"I'd like that," Bella replied. She slowly began to realise that Renee had been right. Bella wanting to date Sebastian had little to do with her feelings for him, and more with her wanting to use him to help her move on. At that moment, Bella wanted a friend more than she wanted a boyfriend. Whilst she still wasn't sure what feeling something for Edward meant, she did know that she was glad to have at least tried with someone else.

"I guess I should count myself as lucky," Sebastian said suddenly with a smile.

"Why?"

"Feelings tend to complicate relationships anyway," he said. "If we keep it as friendship, it stands a better chance of staying longer. I would rather have you as a good friend than to risk it being broken by a bad relationship."

Bella smiled as well and took his hand in hers.

"You really are a sweet guy, and I hope you find someone who can appreciate you more," she said.

"The evening's still not over," Sebastian said. "Mind if we have dinner as friends?"

"Of course."

Now that the tension had been lifted, Bella found herself much more at ease with Sebastian. In the back of her mind though, Edward was always present. However, just because she felt something didn't mean she was actually going to pursue it. It just meant she could end her relationship with Sebastian now before things got too far. It wasn't fair to lead him on. Sebastian deserved someone who could truly love him in ways she never could.

Bella still wasn't sure what the future held for her. After all, even after everything was all said and done, pain caused Sue to crack and return to Mr. Phillotson in the end.


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