The Exchange
Intentions
Harry's Point of View
The couch usually feels nice, comfortable. Tonight it feels cold and empty. Last week Alyssa and I cuddled here watching random movies that came on SciFi and had long conversation about my life, her life, and life in general. Now, I'm sitting here alone just waiting for her to walk in. With my phone in my right hand and a McDonald's coffee in my left I waited, bouncing my leg along with the billions of neurons bouncing around my brain.
How could I be so stupid? I should have known Amber would pull something like this. I guess she couldn't have planned it too well; I picked the card, not her. But Amber knew where Maddie was sitting. She knew that if I picked a seven I'd have to kiss Maddie.
"You could have left! You could have said no!" the words I'm sure Alyssa will shout at me crossed my mind, "how could you? I thought we decided to be together!"
I stood up and threw my phone against the leather couch gulping down the rest of my coffee. Alyssa needs to get back here, I need her. I need her more than she knows.
The room seemed to spin as my eyes became heavy. The coffee isn't helping anymore and my mind is telling me to go to sleep but I can't, I need to wait for Alyssa. I have to tell her before she hears it from someone else. The story can't be spun around; I won't let it.
I picked up my phone and looked at the time; five thirty. She should be here any minute now. As ridiculous as I felt, I began doing jumping jacks followed by a few push ups and then stretches to keep myself awake. This conversation will happen right when she gets back, it has to.
A light shone through the kitchen from Alyssa's jeep. I quickly peeked through the front window and saw her gathering her things, and turning it off slowly. I paced in foyer before deciding to sit on the steps. Her parents bedroom is too close to the front door for me to stomp around.
A few minutes passed and she still hadn't come inside. I continued to nibble on my phone deciding I'd give her a few more minutes before I went out. Luckily I didn't have to when I heard the lock begin to jiggle. At that moment I felt a pit in my stomach, it was a bottomless pit that I don't think can be filled without Alyssa's help.
"Jesus Harry!" Alyssa dropped her bag when she noticed my dark figure sitting in the dark, "are you trying to kill me?"
"Hey, we need to talk," I can't beat around the bush. She needs to know now.
"Not now Harry, I'm really tired."
She walked by me up the stairs as if I wasn't even there. Does she already know?
"Alyssa?" I asked following her into her room. She flipped her light on and tossed her things next to her closet. Her petite figure looked so weak, so tired and I'm hoping it's from the lack of sleep rather than what I did a few hours ago.
"Hey, sleep with me?" I asked softly hoping she'd agree so we could talk. Instead her eyes darted at me and then softened. I could see the red circles around her eyes; she's been crying.
"Harry," she paused, god she already knows, "my best friend just got on a plane to fly three thousand miles away. I just want to go to sleep." I quietly let go of a deep breath; of course that's why she's been crying, she was just with Marilyn.
"Okay, but can I see you in the morning?" I waited for an answer as she stripped down to only her bra and underwear. For the first time looking at her I'm not thinking about how much I want her body, I'm thinking about if she'll ever let me touch her again.
"Goodnight Harry," she slipped on a big t-shirt and walked towards me. She stood on her tippy toes and held her lips next to my face before hesitantly kissing me on the cheek and then closed the door for me to leave. I wish I could be there for her but she wants to deal with it on her own. I'm just grateful she doesn't know.
Alyssa's Point of View
Marilyn is leaving in less than twenty minutes. The airport I've only been in one other time is much more empty this time around. And this time I'm not taking anyone back with me, this time someone is leaving.
I sat in one of the many uncomfortable chairs, a seat away from Mrs. Rose who was searching through her coat pocket for some pills. Though she's been on plane's multiple times she still needs something strong to knock her out.
Mr. Rose and Marilyn ran to the restrooms knowing they'd have to go soon enough while I sat and waited patiently for my best friend to come back so I could hold her for the next fifteen minutes we'd have together.
From: 824-703-9934 3:01 am
VIDEO MESSAGE
An unknown number with a video message in the middle of the night. It must be a wrong number. I laughed to myself and opened the video hoping to find some guys streaking down the streets or a harmless fight; great oxymoron, I thought to myself. The video is only twenty-seven seconds long and Marilyn will still probably be another minute so I'll open it.
I plugged my head phones in just in case the volume was too loud and flipped the screen horizontally. The sideways triangle appeared and I pressed it for the video to begin.
"That's so mean Harry!" just voices, only voices. The screen is still black.
"Are you saying Maddie's a bad kisser?!" that's Amber's voice.
"You picked a seven!"
I paused the video and looked up but still no Marilyn. I debated waiting until I said goodbye to her but I heard Harry's name and Amber's voice. My finger shook as I pressed play.
"Fine."
The screen shifted up and there was Harry leaning in to give Maddie a kiss. No, I managed to slip out so only I could hear myself. It almost seemed as if he was going to pull away but then Maddie took a hold of his curls. The worst part is, instead of pulling away, he went with it.
I tugged my headphones out and shoved them into my bag along with my phone after saving the video. I wiped my eyes and took deep breaths; Marilyn can't know about this. She'll refuse to leave if she knows what I now know. My thoughts were scattered all over the place but I forced them away as Marilyn approached me. We talked for the next few minutes before she had to depart. My tears were heavy and unfortunately only twenty-five percent were for her leaving.
I gripped my steering wheel tight as I headed home. Again my thoughts raced. How could he do this? I thought we were done pretending. So I screamed. I screamed as loud as I could while tears rushed down my face. The noise coming from my mouth was foreign to me but it felt good and I didn't stop.
Normally I'd shrug this off but he told me he loves me, he told me I'm his and he only wants me. I hit the long windy road which would lead right to my house and I pressed the petal as hard as I could zooming out of control. My sobs were louder and louder until they hit another scream. I've never felt this pain before, the pain of a broken heart.
Headlights came at me quickly and I veered back to my side of the road as I gasped for air. Then I laughed and laughed some more. I almost just died and I laughed. I sped up more until I hit one hundred and five. My neighborhood was coming soon but I didn't want to stop, I just want to keep going. Unfortunately my clock read five-thirty and I know I'm not thinking right; not that I usually do but I did almost kill myself, unintentionally and intentionally at the same time. When my heart finally began to calm down I pulled into my driveway.
My hands were shaking and I can only hope he isn't here. I tried so carefully to take my phone out of my bag to watch the video on full blast but my hands; they're too shaky. So I waited. I turned the car off and waited. Five minutes past and my hands seemed to hush. I grabbed my phone and turned the volume up as loud as it could go. I prayed I was wrong, that I was seeing things--hearing things.
"That's so mean Harry!" just voices, only voices. The screen is still black.
"Are you saying Maddie's a bad kisser?!" that's Amber's voice.
"You picked a seven!"
Kings. Seven is heaven. Rules, picking a seven must be a rule to kiss.
"Fine," my boyfriend said.
After three more times I dropped my phone in my bag and laid my head against the head rest. I'm debating sleeping out here but the temperature will only continue to drop. Instead I picked myself up and wiped my eyes. Harry will probably be here and I don't know what my reaction will be but I'm going to try to stay calm; I'll just pretend everything is okay.
I tried desperately to get the key in the lock but my hands were shaking again.
"God dammit, shit, fuck, dammit," and finally, my words helped me out. I opened the door and the lovely Harry Styles scared the shit out of me.
He's trying to tell me, he wants to be the first to tell me but I already know and I don't need his side of the story. A picture can tell a thousand words, and it did.
When I finally got him out of my room I took off the stupid bracelet he gave me along with the stupid watch. I chucked them in my closet rather than against my wall so he wouldn't hear the loud noises. Then a few tears ran down my cheeks.
I slipped my bra off from under my shirt and braided my hair. I painted my nails and grabbed two towels. I feel like I should look a little pretty before the sadistic side of me comes out. The black was laid in the middle of my floor and the second was folded next to it. I opened my desk drawer and pulled out a few band aids and then grabbed the bottle of water which sat on my side table next to my bed. Harry helped me paint that. I flipped on the closest lamp and turned off the main light that gives my room a little bit of life.
After locking my door I sat on my towel and tried to breathe while tears refused to stop reaching my chin and flooding off. My hands were shaking again but this time it didn't matter. The water I lightly poured across my wrist was room temperature, perfect. The blade, it was sharp, perfect as well.
One. Damn, I haven't done this in a while.
Two. I squeezed my eyes shut and quickly moved on.
Three. Four.
Five. Slower and the pain resided. My wrist was numbing which allowed my hand to relax.
Six. The number in the video was seven, so let's be creative.
Seven.
I etched a small seven with the blade and laughed again. Sometimes I even scare myself. I looked at it and no longer felt scared. I felt accomplished. The first time I did this I was terrified but now the adrenaline going excites me.
The room temperature water now felt ice cold against my skin. I bit onto the extra towel I set next to me so I wouldn't moan too loud. I like it better when Harry is holding my moans back with his lips.
Eventually the wounds were bandaged up and only felt a little sore. Tomorrow is a brand new day. Or should I say today?
To: Liam 9:23 am
I know it's early but do you want to hang out today?
I set my phone down next to my eye shadow and continued following the Youtuber. Today I'll feel beautiful even though I'm tired as shit. My seven o'clock run was a terrible idea considered I didn't fall asleep until six thirty but I have big plans for today.
From: Liam 9:29 am
Sure, wanna get breakfast? i can pick you up around 10
I smiled but let my phone sit for a minute or two. I don't want to seem too eager. Liam is a nice guy and I'm not trying to make Harry jealous; I'm trying to move on. There's a difference. I'm sure Marilyn would insist it's jealousy but I disagree. Obviously Harry has different thoughts about what our relationship means so why shouldn't I? If he's going to be doing things like that behind my back I'll move on to. I'll just move on the correct way; truthfully.
To: Liam 9:32 am
mhmm, see you then.
I finished up with some mascara before walking to my walk in closet. This house is actually quite nice; a balcony, walk in closet, and walls my parents allow me to paint on my own.
I checked my phone for the temperature: thirty three degrees. Jeans and a jacket it is. I pulled out a pair of black skinny jeans and a simple batman t-shirt that I've been meaning to wear for forever. I made sure it was long-sleeve to cover the marks I stupidly created last night out of anger. I really need to stick to the pillow.
I heard a knock on my door and could only imagine who it could be. I unlocked it and let him walk in as I zipped my sweatshirt midway. Harry looked at me in awe. The only other time he's really seen me in make up was homecoming night.
"Where are you going?" he rudely asked in his groggy morning voice.
"Just hanging out with Liam for a bit. Why don't you put some clothes on?" I laughed at his bare chest though internally I was wanting it badly.
I put my beanie on nonchalant and grabbed the London bag Harry gave me.
"Why are you hanging out with Liam?"
"Because we're friends?" I used the same questionable tone, along with his English accent.
"Why do you look so dressed up?"
"I'm wearing a t-shirt and jeans Harry," my phone slid into my back pocket and I walked towards the bathroom.
"But you're wearing make up," he spoke through the door desperately.
I opened the door while I washed my hands allowing him to finish his jealousy.
"Yeah, I am."
"Why?"
"Maybe I just feel like it? Am I not allowed to look pretty?"
"You are pretty," his lean figure slanted against the bathroom door with his arms crossed. I could tell he felt angry, sad, and jealous all at the same time. His words always make me weak but this time I shook them off.
"We're getting breakfast Harry, I have other friends now. Are you the only one allowed to have friends?"
"I need to talk to you!"
"And I need to go to breakfast."
Harry followed me back into my room as I checked my phone. Liam should be here any minute and it needs to be soon.
"Look, Marilyn just left and I need to keep busy. My parents are home and they're going to be home so I need to hang out with other people beside you," my tone came off harshly as I spoke 'you' but I don't think he caught on. I'm not only hungry but I'm living on thirty minutes of sleep.
The doorbell rang after my small rant and I pushed past the half naked Harry. Once again he followed me down the stairs and stood behind me as I opened the door for Liam.
"Hey," I said letting him in as I realized I left my bag on my bed, "I'll be right back."
I ran upstairs as fast as I could and grabbed my things hoping Harry wouldn't talk to him but of course he had his cute frustrated stare against Liam. Liam looked a little baffled but whatever Harry is saying really isn't important.
"Bye Harry," I said with a smile as I headed out the door with Liam. I know he knows something is up but I'm almost positive he just thinks it has to do with Marilyn. He knows if I found out about last night I'd freak out so I'm just going to do the complete opposite.
The couch usually feels nice, comfortable. Tonight it feels cold and empty. Last week Alyssa and I cuddled here watching random movies that came on SciFi and had long conversation about my life, her life, and life in general. Now, I'm sitting here alone just waiting for her to walk in. With my phone in my right hand and a McDonald's coffee in my left I waited, bouncing my leg along with the billions of neurons bouncing around my brain.
How could I be so stupid? I should have known Amber would pull something like this. I guess she couldn't have planned it too well; I picked the card, not her. But Amber knew where Maddie was sitting. She knew that if I picked a seven I'd have to kiss Maddie.
"You could have left! You could have said no!" the words I'm sure Alyssa will shout at me crossed my mind, "how could you? I thought we decided to be together!"
I stood up and threw my phone against the leather couch gulping down the rest of my coffee. Alyssa needs to get back here, I need her. I need her more than she knows.
The room seemed to spin as my eyes became heavy. The coffee isn't helping anymore and my mind is telling me to go to sleep but I can't, I need to wait for Alyssa. I have to tell her before she hears it from someone else. The story can't be spun around; I won't let it.
I picked up my phone and looked at the time; five thirty. She should be here any minute now. As ridiculous as I felt, I began doing jumping jacks followed by a few push ups and then stretches to keep myself awake. This conversation will happen right when she gets back, it has to.
A light shone through the kitchen from Alyssa's jeep. I quickly peeked through the front window and saw her gathering her things, and turning it off slowly. I paced in foyer before deciding to sit on the steps. Her parents bedroom is too close to the front door for me to stomp around.
A few minutes passed and she still hadn't come inside. I continued to nibble on my phone deciding I'd give her a few more minutes before I went out. Luckily I didn't have to when I heard the lock begin to jiggle. At that moment I felt a pit in my stomach, it was a bottomless pit that I don't think can be filled without Alyssa's help.
"Jesus Harry!" Alyssa dropped her bag when she noticed my dark figure sitting in the dark, "are you trying to kill me?"
"Hey, we need to talk," I can't beat around the bush. She needs to know now.
"Not now Harry, I'm really tired."
She walked by me up the stairs as if I wasn't even there. Does she already know?
"Alyssa?" I asked following her into her room. She flipped her light on and tossed her things next to her closet. Her petite figure looked so weak, so tired and I'm hoping it's from the lack of sleep rather than what I did a few hours ago.
"Hey, sleep with me?" I asked softly hoping she'd agree so we could talk. Instead her eyes darted at me and then softened. I could see the red circles around her eyes; she's been crying.
"Harry," she paused, god she already knows, "my best friend just got on a plane to fly three thousand miles away. I just want to go to sleep." I quietly let go of a deep breath; of course that's why she's been crying, she was just with Marilyn.
"Okay, but can I see you in the morning?" I waited for an answer as she stripped down to only her bra and underwear. For the first time looking at her I'm not thinking about how much I want her body, I'm thinking about if she'll ever let me touch her again.
"Goodnight Harry," she slipped on a big t-shirt and walked towards me. She stood on her tippy toes and held her lips next to my face before hesitantly kissing me on the cheek and then closed the door for me to leave. I wish I could be there for her but she wants to deal with it on her own. I'm just grateful she doesn't know.
Alyssa's Point of View
Marilyn is leaving in less than twenty minutes. The airport I've only been in one other time is much more empty this time around. And this time I'm not taking anyone back with me, this time someone is leaving.
I sat in one of the many uncomfortable chairs, a seat away from Mrs. Rose who was searching through her coat pocket for some pills. Though she's been on plane's multiple times she still needs something strong to knock her out.
Mr. Rose and Marilyn ran to the restrooms knowing they'd have to go soon enough while I sat and waited patiently for my best friend to come back so I could hold her for the next fifteen minutes we'd have together.
From: 824-703-9934 3:01 am
VIDEO MESSAGE
An unknown number with a video message in the middle of the night. It must be a wrong number. I laughed to myself and opened the video hoping to find some guys streaking down the streets or a harmless fight; great oxymoron, I thought to myself. The video is only twenty-seven seconds long and Marilyn will still probably be another minute so I'll open it.
I plugged my head phones in just in case the volume was too loud and flipped the screen horizontally. The sideways triangle appeared and I pressed it for the video to begin.
"That's so mean Harry!" just voices, only voices. The screen is still black.
"Are you saying Maddie's a bad kisser?!" that's Amber's voice.
"You picked a seven!"
I paused the video and looked up but still no Marilyn. I debated waiting until I said goodbye to her but I heard Harry's name and Amber's voice. My finger shook as I pressed play.
"Fine."
The screen shifted up and there was Harry leaning in to give Maddie a kiss. No, I managed to slip out so only I could hear myself. It almost seemed as if he was going to pull away but then Maddie took a hold of his curls. The worst part is, instead of pulling away, he went with it.
I tugged my headphones out and shoved them into my bag along with my phone after saving the video. I wiped my eyes and took deep breaths; Marilyn can't know about this. She'll refuse to leave if she knows what I now know. My thoughts were scattered all over the place but I forced them away as Marilyn approached me. We talked for the next few minutes before she had to depart. My tears were heavy and unfortunately only twenty-five percent were for her leaving.
I gripped my steering wheel tight as I headed home. Again my thoughts raced. How could he do this? I thought we were done pretending. So I screamed. I screamed as loud as I could while tears rushed down my face. The noise coming from my mouth was foreign to me but it felt good and I didn't stop.
Normally I'd shrug this off but he told me he loves me, he told me I'm his and he only wants me. I hit the long windy road which would lead right to my house and I pressed the petal as hard as I could zooming out of control. My sobs were louder and louder until they hit another scream. I've never felt this pain before, the pain of a broken heart.
Headlights came at me quickly and I veered back to my side of the road as I gasped for air. Then I laughed and laughed some more. I almost just died and I laughed. I sped up more until I hit one hundred and five. My neighborhood was coming soon but I didn't want to stop, I just want to keep going. Unfortunately my clock read five-thirty and I know I'm not thinking right; not that I usually do but I did almost kill myself, unintentionally and intentionally at the same time. When my heart finally began to calm down I pulled into my driveway.
My hands were shaking and I can only hope he isn't here. I tried so carefully to take my phone out of my bag to watch the video on full blast but my hands; they're too shaky. So I waited. I turned the car off and waited. Five minutes past and my hands seemed to hush. I grabbed my phone and turned the volume up as loud as it could go. I prayed I was wrong, that I was seeing things--hearing things.
"That's so mean Harry!" just voices, only voices. The screen is still black.
"Are you saying Maddie's a bad kisser?!" that's Amber's voice.
"You picked a seven!"
Kings. Seven is heaven. Rules, picking a seven must be a rule to kiss.
"Fine," my boyfriend said.
After three more times I dropped my phone in my bag and laid my head against the head rest. I'm debating sleeping out here but the temperature will only continue to drop. Instead I picked myself up and wiped my eyes. Harry will probably be here and I don't know what my reaction will be but I'm going to try to stay calm; I'll just pretend everything is okay.
I tried desperately to get the key in the lock but my hands were shaking again.
"God dammit, shit, fuck, dammit," and finally, my words helped me out. I opened the door and the lovely Harry Styles scared the shit out of me.
He's trying to tell me, he wants to be the first to tell me but I already know and I don't need his side of the story. A picture can tell a thousand words, and it did.
When I finally got him out of my room I took off the stupid bracelet he gave me along with the stupid watch. I chucked them in my closet rather than against my wall so he wouldn't hear the loud noises. Then a few tears ran down my cheeks.
I slipped my bra off from under my shirt and braided my hair. I painted my nails and grabbed two towels. I feel like I should look a little pretty before the sadistic side of me comes out. The black was laid in the middle of my floor and the second was folded next to it. I opened my desk drawer and pulled out a few band aids and then grabbed the bottle of water which sat on my side table next to my bed. Harry helped me paint that. I flipped on the closest lamp and turned off the main light that gives my room a little bit of life.
After locking my door I sat on my towel and tried to breathe while tears refused to stop reaching my chin and flooding off. My hands were shaking again but this time it didn't matter. The water I lightly poured across my wrist was room temperature, perfect. The blade, it was sharp, perfect as well.
One. Damn, I haven't done this in a while.
Two. I squeezed my eyes shut and quickly moved on.
Three. Four.
Five. Slower and the pain resided. My wrist was numbing which allowed my hand to relax.
Six. The number in the video was seven, so let's be creative.
Seven.
I etched a small seven with the blade and laughed again. Sometimes I even scare myself. I looked at it and no longer felt scared. I felt accomplished. The first time I did this I was terrified but now the adrenaline going excites me.
The room temperature water now felt ice cold against my skin. I bit onto the extra towel I set next to me so I wouldn't moan too loud. I like it better when Harry is holding my moans back with his lips.
Eventually the wounds were bandaged up and only felt a little sore. Tomorrow is a brand new day. Or should I say today?
To: Liam 9:23 am
I know it's early but do you want to hang out today?
I set my phone down next to my eye shadow and continued following the Youtuber. Today I'll feel beautiful even though I'm tired as shit. My seven o'clock run was a terrible idea considered I didn't fall asleep until six thirty but I have big plans for today.
From: Liam 9:29 am
Sure, wanna get breakfast? i can pick you up around 10
I smiled but let my phone sit for a minute or two. I don't want to seem too eager. Liam is a nice guy and I'm not trying to make Harry jealous; I'm trying to move on. There's a difference. I'm sure Marilyn would insist it's jealousy but I disagree. Obviously Harry has different thoughts about what our relationship means so why shouldn't I? If he's going to be doing things like that behind my back I'll move on to. I'll just move on the correct way; truthfully.
To: Liam 9:32 am
mhmm, see you then.
I finished up with some mascara before walking to my walk in closet. This house is actually quite nice; a balcony, walk in closet, and walls my parents allow me to paint on my own.
I checked my phone for the temperature: thirty three degrees. Jeans and a jacket it is. I pulled out a pair of black skinny jeans and a simple batman t-shirt that I've been meaning to wear for forever. I made sure it was long-sleeve to cover the marks I stupidly created last night out of anger. I really need to stick to the pillow.
I heard a knock on my door and could only imagine who it could be. I unlocked it and let him walk in as I zipped my sweatshirt midway. Harry looked at me in awe. The only other time he's really seen me in make up was homecoming night.
"Where are you going?" he rudely asked in his groggy morning voice.
"Just hanging out with Liam for a bit. Why don't you put some clothes on?" I laughed at his bare chest though internally I was wanting it badly.
I put my beanie on nonchalant and grabbed the London bag Harry gave me.
"Why are you hanging out with Liam?"
"Because we're friends?" I used the same questionable tone, along with his English accent.
"Why do you look so dressed up?"
"I'm wearing a t-shirt and jeans Harry," my phone slid into my back pocket and I walked towards the bathroom.
"But you're wearing make up," he spoke through the door desperately.
I opened the door while I washed my hands allowing him to finish his jealousy.
"Yeah, I am."
"Why?"
"Maybe I just feel like it? Am I not allowed to look pretty?"
"You are pretty," his lean figure slanted against the bathroom door with his arms crossed. I could tell he felt angry, sad, and jealous all at the same time. His words always make me weak but this time I shook them off.
"We're getting breakfast Harry, I have other friends now. Are you the only one allowed to have friends?"
"I need to talk to you!"
"And I need to go to breakfast."
Harry followed me back into my room as I checked my phone. Liam should be here any minute and it needs to be soon.
"Look, Marilyn just left and I need to keep busy. My parents are home and they're going to be home so I need to hang out with other people beside you," my tone came off harshly as I spoke 'you' but I don't think he caught on. I'm not only hungry but I'm living on thirty minutes of sleep.
The doorbell rang after my small rant and I pushed past the half naked Harry. Once again he followed me down the stairs and stood behind me as I opened the door for Liam.
"Hey," I said letting him in as I realized I left my bag on my bed, "I'll be right back."
I ran upstairs as fast as I could and grabbed my things hoping Harry wouldn't talk to him but of course he had his cute frustrated stare against Liam. Liam looked a little baffled but whatever Harry is saying really isn't important.
"Bye Harry," I said with a smile as I headed out the door with Liam. I know he knows something is up but I'm almost positive he just thinks it has to do with Marilyn. He knows if I found out about last night I'd freak out so I'm just going to do the complete opposite.
Notes
Do you think Alyssa is right or wrong for hanging out with Liam?
Do you believe her intentions are to move on or to make Harry jealous?
And what about the chapter as a whole; there is a LOT going on...
I love your feedback so please, please, please let me know your thoughts!
ALSO: please note that all of Alyssa's harmful actions are a big no-no! It's obviously for the story but I hope no one ever has the intentions of doing those things! Need to talk? kik: Alisonwith1L
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I'm not sure yet! I'll have to see where it goes because it will be a little different.
5/26/15