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| Wherever I Belong...; Metallica AU with a twist... James/OFC, Kirk/OFC | |
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| Olyamet | June 5, 2011, 11:55 am Post #601 |
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Jäger.....
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Okay, as promised! Long update... sorry, I couldn't stop writing it.. Hope you like it... *bites nails* More. XXXXIII (Alex's POV) Meg used the moment when the guys were busy loading up our stuff in the bus and walked over to me, making sure no one could hear us. “Did you tell him? About the pendant.” “No...” “Good, I was meaning to tell you not too. Guys are guys, they take it hard if you compare them with someone... and James would get all jealous of his viking past-life self... I know, trust me. I mean they're hot right now in this time, I've never seen them as medieval doubles, like you did, and I only know it from your words, but hell.. that must've been one hot sight. I still can't take my mind of Kirk looking all warrior-like, I just completely hooked up on those leather pants...” Meg's eyes trailed to Kirk's figure. He bent down to pick up his suitcase and I heard a little catlike growl escape Meg's lips. “Rawr... Man, that ass would be absolutely steaming hot in those...” “You're welcome for the new fantasy, anything for my best friend.” I smiled at her. “If I was there... and saw him like that... I would've jumped him right away.” Meg licked her lips, her eyes still on Kirk. “You... um.. kind of did... not right away, but it was your move.” I giggled. “So glad I wasn't a blushing little flower even in my previous life.” She smirked, turning to me. “Nope, definitely not a flower, and definitely not a blushing one.” I snorted and she joined me in laughter. “What's so funny?” James wrapped his arm around my shoulders and I turned to him. “Nothing... just girl talk... about.. um.. leather pants.” I giggled and Meg bit her lip, tuning away. “Didn't know leather pants were so funny.” James looked at me and pulled me to the bus door. “They're not... they're incredibly hot. Just imagine Alex's long legs in those.. tight black leather hugging her every curve...” Meg smiled, giving me a wink. I rolled my eyes and felt James' arm tightening on my shoulder, pulling me closer and giggled, stopping my friend. “Okay... if you don't stop with your new obsession, we'll all end up in leather pants by the end of the day.” I pushed the smiling Meg into the bus. I put my leg on the step to follow her and felt James' hand on my ass. What did I just say... Now he will get hooked on that too. I moved forward with a grin on my face and his body followed mine, hands moving to my hips before his voice whispered into my ear. “Promise you'll wear yours later tonight.” “Okay, but now I have to work.” I dropped on the seat, and after James made himself comfortable next to me, I pulled my notebook and my recorder out of my backpack. I opened the first page and looked back at James' smiling face. “What?” “I'm all ears.” He will be listening to what I wrote? Oh... Gods... why do I feel a little bit uncomfortable with that? I didn't write it myself... I just translated it... but it's my words... what if he thinks it's bad? I closed my notebook and turned to James. “Um.. maybe I should sit in the back... so I don't bother anyone...” “You're not bothering anyone, I for one, am all ears too.” Lars' head popped up above the seat in front of us and his face lit up with smile. “Same here.” Jason's voice rose up from the seat behind and I saw Kirk and Meg looking at me from the side row. Oh... shit... why do I feel like I'm in the spot light? Like I'm back in college in front of the class? Fuck... I lowered my head, feeling my cheeks starting to blush. “See, we're all waiting. Come on.” James moved my hand, opening my notebook and giving me an encouraging look. Oh... Gods... here goes nothing... I swallowed and pushed the record button. “Chapter one.” My voice came out a bit shaky and I let go of the record button, clearing my throat. I looked at my audience and returned my eyes to my writing. Okay... breathe.. and... My finger pressed the button in and I started reading. “A tall, slender young man with a heavy mane of unruly long red curs walked through the long corridor. He stopped for a second by the heavy oak door, shaking invisible lint off his white shirt. His eyes scanned the walls, done in blue-gold decor, and a crooked smirk of disgust appeared on his face, but as soon as his hand landed on the door knob, his expression went back to normal. He made his way inside, stopping in the middle of the room in front of the older man behind the massive cherry table. “You called me, father?” The man at the table lifted his head from the book in front of him, closing it. A hand with a heavy ruby ring moved over the cover and the young man couldn't help but notice how the weathered leather cover looked so out of place in this overly decorated room. It better not be something that involves too much of my time, I have better things to do, and spending the afternoon with my father is not one of them. Oblivious to his son thoughts, the older man looked at the book, then back at his son, and a devilish smile appeared on his thin lips. “Dave, how much do you hate your cousins?”” “Dave?” Lars' head jumped above the seat and I let go of the record button. “Oh... my focking God! At the first words I thought he reminded me of Mustaine! The name is the same, too!” “What the fuck Lars, she's recording! Fuck Dave! Although I must admit, it does sounds like him.” James smirked. “I know, I thought that too!” Kirk giggled. “Who's Dave?” Me and Meg both asked almost in unison. “Dave focking Mustaine. Used to be our lead guitarist, before we kicked him out and got Kirk. He fits the description perfectly! Red hair and all!” Lars hugged the back of his chair, standing on his knees in the seat. “Was he bad?” I looked at James and he looked at Lars, before answering. “He... he wasn't bad guitar player... he was just...” “He was an ass, he wanted to be a focking front man, he was too... let's just say he didn't focking fit in well with James.” Lars finished the answer. “Come on, Lars, shut the fuck up and let Alex work.” “Okay, sorry... But really, now I'm going to imagine focking Dave in that story.” Lars let go of the back of his chair, standing up on his knees on the seat. “Do what ever the fuck you want, just shut the fuck up.” James growled. “Okay, okay, I'm shutting up, Wolfy.” Lars smirked. “What the fuck did you call me?” James narrowed his eyes at his friend and I tensed up, hearing the pissed off notes in James' voice. My hand unconsciously landed on James' leg. Meanwhile, Lars looked James right in the eyes with a smile. “You have this nice, new, badass pendant and you're focking growling at me, so... I focking called you Wolfy.” “What the fuck ever... Princess.” James smirked back. I looked back at Lars and couldn't help but snort. He was wearing an old white tee with blue printed graphics that read: 'Princess Hotel, Bahamas resort.' James turned to me with smile. “Okay, continue, that will shut him up for some time.” I looked at the smirking Kirk and Meg and saw Lars slide down into his seat. Okay, back to work. I pressed the record button again and continued. ““I thought, you wanted me to get close to Anabel?” The young man made himself comfortable, dropping into one of the gold-plated chairs.”” James snorted and I paused. “What now?” “Nothing... hey Anabel, pass me some beer.” James kicked the back of Lars' chair. “Fock you!” Lars snapped back. “Guys... I'll just go to the back.” I started, but James gave me an apologetic look, smiling. “Nooo!! Sorry... I'll stop, I promise. Not one more word.” “Okay, no more interruptions.” I looked at my audience one more time and turned my recorder on. ““Well, did you?” The older man narrowed his eyes at his son. “I tried, but I'd much rather spend my time with less aggressive and more compliant girls.” Dave stretched his long white jean clad legs, crossing his feet on the corner of the table, and leaned back, ignoring his father's irritated look. “Yes, we all know that. The whole system knows that, maybe that's why you failed. I ask you to do one thing and you failed miserably. Get your fucking feet off my table.” The father glared at his son and the redhead smirked back, not changing his position. “She may have a pretty face and all that goes with it, but she's as touchable as a porcupine, with a poison dipped tongue of the snake, and a temper of a Hell hound. She can talk you to death, she thinks she knows everything, and has no respect for a bigger opponent, plus she hates me. No money in the world would make me want her as my wife.”" Multiple snorting came from all sides of me and I let go of the button. “That is it! I'm going to the back of the fucking bus!” “Sorry! Okay, not one word or snort... promise.” James pulled me back to my seat and I glared at my friends. Kirk moved his hand, closing an imaginary zipper over his lips, while Meg smiled at me and glanced at Lars. Okay... where was I? I pushed the button and continued. ““Stupid idiot, always thinking with your dick. All we needed was her money and title. Once that was ours, we would've had time to work on a fatal accident that would've taken care her and her brother!” The older man got a grip on his anger and reclined. “So why don't you just kill them now, while you're still in charge of the company?” Dave studied his nails for a second, then returned his eyes to his father. “I tried, but you ruined that, jumping in front of that boar to save their lives.” “How was I supposed to know you set it up? Besides, I was trying to win Anabel's heart. You should've warned me, I ripped my favorite shirt doing it. Lets just hire someone, an assassin...” The young man's eyes turned darker and his lips slid into a half smirk. “I swear, sometimes I wonder if you are my son. You inherited your mothers hair and her brain! How many attempts on their life I can play out before it becomes suspicious? The board of the company isn't made up of idiots, you know. I have to pretend to love them as my own, I have to play a role of the loving uncle, doesn't matter how much I hate it! Plus, hiring an assassin is not that easy... finding one who would do the job and not get too greedy or not get caught is almost impossible. And if he gets caught... You know all the devices they use, after the mind reading devices guess who's name would be on all the news channels? No... that would strip us of all our power and money. I'll end up in prison and you and your brainless mother will end up on the streets with nothing. You still think it's a good plan?” The old man spat out his words, glaring at his offspring. “No... I don't.” The redhead's fists tightened, not visible to his father, and his jaw clenched, moving muscles on his face, but before the old man could read his anger he let go of the armrests and continued with a somewhat apologetic tone of voice. “I've been trying since they were sixteen, two fucking years! I tried all my charm, I tried to get her drunk, she's just not falling for any of my usual tricks! I even tried to look interested in her wild hobbies... fuck that, I almost broke my neck riding that wild horse on Versa!” “You mean to say you're not man enough for her. Luckily, your father has brains and I've come up with a new plan. Remember, I'm only their guardian until they turn twenty-one, I'm in charge of Morgan Enterprise now, I was dreaming about it growing up. I hated to be second, the bastard. I finally got where I wanted to be... after my half-brother and his wife perished in an accidental engine multifunction on their yacht. I'm Lord Morgan now and I don't want to give it up to those spoiled brats that manage to survive!” Dave smirked. Yeah, I know how 'accidental' it was, I remember how you were pacing around the room growling because those little bastards decided to sneak out that night to see if they can find an old pirate ship in the old ship cemetery. I also remember you coming home late the night before they left for that vacation and cleaning your hands with the sonic cleaner with a wicked smile on your face. But... father is right, who knows what those twins will do once they get the power... they hate me and my father, and without their money, we have nothing. Dave's mind turned back to his father when he heard his voice. “I'm running out of time... we running out of time. You like your lifestyle, do you? I like mine too, so let's get to work.” “What do you have in mind?” The redhead took his feet off the table and leaned forward. Threats to his carefree life didn't sit well with his future plans. He was used to having money, used to life without fear of losing it, he had nothing without it, and it didn't matter that he hate the idea that some day he had to join his father and actually pay interest in building space ships, he had no choice but to play together, for now. “It's all set and ready, except for one little thing. Can I trust you to do this right?” “What do you want me to do?” “I bought an old journal at the antique traders market, I bought it because it belonged to our long-long pre-imperial relative's last skipper. Old Morgan himself is mentioned in this journal many times, along with the planets they visited, the loot they gathered. Everything is here, except for the details, names of the systems or coordinates.” The old man smirked. “Pff... So, some old fart wrote about Old Morgan, so what? What's in it for us?” “I also bought an old navigation map, from the same era. Coincidentally, that map carries an M in the corner of the graph...” The father continued. “Big fucking deal.” “Would you shut the fuck up and let me talk! By themselves, those items are nothing, but together... one hidden in another, would be very useful. Our Hell twins like all this mysterious crap, they love stories about the old times, about the Valkyries and pirates... they've got every book and researched Old Morgan through and through. Get it?” “You want to send them on a wild goose chase?” The young man's face slid into a wicked grin. “I want to send them on a dangerous and fatal wild goose chase.” The old man relaxed back into his chair and placed his fingers together, bracing his elbows on the armrests with an amused smile. “What if it's not so 'fatal'?” Dave narrowed his eyes. “I also made sure to talk about my 'rare' find in the presence of known dark dealers. In the last six month, I went to the most extreme to talk about Old Morgan's possible treasures in all the casinos. Yesterday, when I left one of the bars feeling like I was being followed, I stopped at the antique appraiser with the poorest reputation I could possible find and showed him my map. He, I'm sure, made a copy of it. The map is a legible artifact, probably someone's deep space trade routs, the story about the treasures followed.... the map, the copy of the map, is probably in some outlaw's hands by now... are you following me now?” “So, you want to give this book and map to the Hell hounds and let them follow it...” The redhead's lips curled into a crooked smirk. “When two people are looking for one treasure, one of them usually doesn't live long... and if you put pampered teenagers up against a mature criminal, who do you think will survive?” “What's my part in your plan?” Dave looked at his father and the smirk on his face grew wider. I'd rather do nothing, but since you already did most of the work, why not pretend to be a part of it and then... then we'll see. “You're going to follow them and make sure they don't cone back, you think you can do that?” Fuck! I have to actually do something? I have to leave the comfort of the city? That just sucks ass! And I have to spend more time with my cousins! Fuck! Dave held back his outburst, pressing his lips tighter. But... on the other hand, if my father's plan fails, that would give me more time with Anabel... I hate the idea of marrying her, but... she does hold the key to my worryfree future... Fine... I'll do it. “You can count on me.”” I stopped the tape and lowered my hand. “Okay, you can all talk now.” Lars jumped up off his seat. “Fuck, that's an evil plan! You're really good at that!” “Not me, Sergey, I'm just translating his work.” I lowered my eyes, closing my notebook. “I know, but it's all in your words... I mean... you focking wrote that, from his words, his idea, but you wrote it.” Lars sat on the armrest of his chair. “No Lars, it's all his, I know this is not a word for word translation, but really, he's the one who you have to praise, not me.” “Okay, both of you. I mean, seriously, this is focking interesting! So, the twins would get the book with the map...” “And they wouldn't know it's a trap? So they'll follow it and cross paths with criminals!” Kirk's eyes widened. “And fucking Dave will follow them.” James joined the conversation. “Okay, so we have Dave Mustaine as Dave, Lars as Anabel.” Meg giggled. “Fock, no! But I wouldn't mind being her twin brother, unless--” “You're talkative enough to be both.” James smirked. “No, I want to be the brother.” Jason raised his hand. “Dibs on being the mature criminal!” James' voice rose above the conversation. “Hey, I wanted that one! Let's hope there's more than one, we could be all one gang!” Kirk shouted. The bus stopped and and the driver's smiling face turned to the middle of the bus. “Okay gang, we're here.” |
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| Harvester of Sorrow | June 5, 2011, 12:34 pm Post #602 |
Some Kind Of Monster
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Loved the Leather pants talk. “Okay... if you don't stop with your new obsession, we'll all end up in leather pants by the end of the day.” I totally approve the purchase of a pair of those beauties for all of them! I'd be embarrassed as FUCK if I had to read out loud my work to Metallica. She was brave, had been me I'd probably hide myself in the glove compartment. A story within a story...STORYCEPTION! Edited by Harvester of Sorrow, June 5, 2011, 12:43 pm.
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| namenlos | June 5, 2011, 1:41 pm Post #603 |
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The Daft To Your Punk
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Hahaha, I was just thinking the same thing. But mnh... leather pants... I'm already hot and need a cold shower as it is.
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| tuesday's gone | June 5, 2011, 2:15 pm Post #604 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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Before I comment properly, I'm starting a petition MAKE A SEPARATE FIC OF SERGEY'S BOOK Thank you very much. The rest of it I'll comment later, as soon as I consult with Shakespeare about this exemplary use of play within a play. Edited by tuesday's gone, June 5, 2011, 2:15 pm.
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| Harvester of Sorrow | June 5, 2011, 2:21 pm Post #605 |
Some Kind Of Monster
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I support this petition. |
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| Lilith | June 5, 2011, 2:54 pm Post #606 |
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♥ Jaimelicious ♥
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LOL Do I smell a spin off? Great part!
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| tuesday's gone | June 5, 2011, 4:06 pm Post #607 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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I knew I could count on you Julia! :horns2 |
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| Lenne13 | June 5, 2011, 8:29 pm Post #608 |
Arrogance and ignorance go hand in hand!!
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One more here!!! I don't tire of saying: you have talent, girl! You definitely know how to write a story! An excellent story! Thanks Olya for the amazing update! |
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| tuesday's gone | June 6, 2011, 2:42 am Post #609 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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OK, that's three! Come on girls!!!
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| junk story | June 6, 2011, 1:56 pm Post #610 |
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Frantic
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No petition necessary, she's writing it. I gave her no choice in the matter. So you girls can look forward to her posting that new fic sometime in the near future. :] |
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| Harvester of Sorrow | June 6, 2011, 2:12 pm Post #611 |
Some Kind Of Monster
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Thanks, Marina
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| tuesday's gone | June 6, 2011, 2:47 pm Post #612 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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Great news!!!
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| namenlos | June 6, 2011, 8:07 pm Post #613 |
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The Daft To Your Punk
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Woo-hoo! It's gonna be awesome!
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| Olyamet | June 13, 2011, 9:32 am Post #614 |
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Jäger.....
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^^^ You girls... I will, like Marina said, she gave me no choice... But, it will be my first attempt on writing something syfyish, so... Sorry for the delay with update, too much stuff at home and work, plus I'm The One... is taking over my mind right now. |
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| Olyamet | June 26, 2011, 4:27 pm Post #615 |
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Jäger.....
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Thanks for a great comments!!! Love you all! Sorry for a long wait. Here is a little more. Special thanks to Bo for helping me to find a perfect town for the next events!!! XXXXIV (Alex's POV) The days trailed on, my work and my time with James was finally set in perfect balance. I wrote every free minute, on the bus or plane, and when the band was rehearsing. I was planning to dictate every other evening, but everyone got interested in the story and wanted to know more. So every other trip between the venues became a story telling one. Now I was completely comfortable reading it, and it brought me closer to the rest of the band. James insisted that Alie typed everything in two copies to avoid any problems with lost/ruined work. One copy was for me and the other one was promptly sent to Meg's mother for proof-reading. Everything was working like a clock and I could finally relax, enjoying my work and the time with my friends. Brian got closer with Meg, showing interest in photography and now he was more of a student than an assistant, spending a lot of time with us. Meg's family life was going in the right direction too. And although her Mom wasn't ready to move back to LA as of yet, one of Meg's brothers finally called her and they had a long, relationship healing talk, and Meg breathed out with ease. Our friendship got stronger after my confession, and we were back to full and complete trust. The tour rolled over Europe and the days back to the U.S. were approaching fast, bringing with them a short ten day break between the tour legs. We were still deciding on what to do and where to go for the short vacation, and I promised James to have my own break from my work and spend time with him. Everything was just perfect. Germany was one of the last counties, and today Meg overdid herself, deciding to concentrate on close up shots. She was all over the photographer's pit, moving from one end to the other, completely exhausting me and Brian. At the end of the show I couldn't feel my legs and dropped on the bench in the break room with a sigh of relief. “Oh, thank Gods it's over.” “I know! The lights were impossible today! I hope I got at least a few good shots.” She closed the bag with her cameras and turned to me with a worried face. “Are you kidding me? You used twelve rolls!” “I know... but this is not like normal photoshoots, I can't control the fucking lights, and I can't just ask the guys to stay still! And the way they move... it's like trying to catch lightning. More than half the film usually comes out blurry, and you know how I hate that.” Meg sighed and dropped on bench by my side. “This job's turned you into your father, you know.” I smiled, lowering my head on her shoulder. “I know, as much as I hate to admit it, I am my father.” Meg sighed, pressing her head to mine. “All set and loaded?” Brian walked into the break room, glancing at us with a smile and grabbing Meg's bag. “So, the usual, drop it at the hotel and at the end of the party run back and start on the chemicals?” “Brian you're awesome!” Meg smiled and Brian stopped by the door. “Um... Meg, I... I wanted to ask you something... can I have a day off tomorrow? I mean we don't have a gig... but if you need me for something, I'll stay...” “Sure, you can! You sooo deserve it. Doing something interesting?” “I want to go with my brother to Rothenburg.” “Rothenberg? As in Rothenburg ob der Tauber? The absolute photographers heaven? The town that's stuck in medieval times? With towers and intact city walls form the ninth century?” Meg stood up with a 'child in a candy store' expression written all over her face and I almost sighed. So much for spending the day with James. “Yeah, and a real locksmith shop! My brother wants to buy a real medieval sword for his collection, and I want to see the crime museum with all the torture devices!” Brian's face mirrored Meg's. Wait... swords. Oh, my Gods! I haven't held a real sword for ages! Literally... “Oh... my God! We missed that town on our trip to Europe, we simply didn't have time! I want to go, too!” Meg clapped her hands. “Where are we going?” Kirk and James walked in just in time to hear Meg's words. Okay... Rothenburg, here we come! |
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Great part!

8:38 PM Jul 10