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mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin">Fic Title:major-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin;mso-bidi-font-weight:bold"> Under the mistletoe… Part 2
mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin">Author Name: mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin;mso-bidi-font-weight:
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mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin">Spoilers:major-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin;mso-bidi-font-weight:bold"> None
mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin">Summary: major-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin;mso-bidi-font-weight:bold">Two people with enough chemistry to start a blazing fire, and a well-placed mistletoe, you do the math.
mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin">Ratings/Warnings: mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin;mso-bidi-font-weight:
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mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin">Characters: major-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin;mso-bidi-font-weight:bold">Damon/Elena, Caroline, brief appearance by other characters
mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin">Disclaimer: major-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin;mso-bidi-font-weight:bold">Show and Characters belong to their prospective owners.
mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin">AN: major-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin;mso-bidi-font-weight:bold">Got this idea on Tumblr, it was one of the AU meme, and I just fell in love with the post, and decided to write a one-shot, just in time for the holidays. mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin;mso-bidi-font-weight:
bold">Final Part, Enjoy
mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin">There will one more chapter, and the rating will change to Mature, just a heads ups.mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin">This was supposed to be a one-shot, but ended being 3 chapters long, lol. Hope you guys don’t mind
major-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin">AS ALWAYS SPECIAL THANKS GOES OUT TO MY BETA READER, MISS KIMBERLEY.
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Previously on “Under the mistletoe”
He doesn’t have to stay here and protect me, but he does, every day without asking anything in return. So tonight she is going to stay here for him.
She needed him to know that she was here for him, like he was always here for her when she needed him.
After what felt like an eternity, Elena let him go slightly to look into his eyes and asked him “So, you want to go to the dinner party with me?”
“Tell me what’s in the bag first.” Damon rebuked causing Elena to laugh. God he loved the sound of her laughter. She reluctantly disentangled herself from Damon and reached for the forgotten bag lying on the couch. She pulled out the content, causing Damon to raise his eyebrows.
“Egg nog and macaroni and cheese?” He asked her. What the hell?
“Oh come on, everyone loves egg nog,” She told him. “This is plan B, if you decide to turn down my offer for dinner at the Gilbert house.”
Damon laughed, “I don’t need human food Elena.”
“Well no shit Sherlock, but I do.” She rolled those beautiful brown eyes at him. He really did like seeing her smile.
“So this for you,” he teased her. Elena narrowed her eyes at him and they both smiled. This is one of the reasons why she loved spending time with Damon, he always know how to make her laugh, even when he wasn’t trying to. No matter what’s going on with her life, she can count on Damon to put a smile on her face.
“So, yes or no?” she asked him again. Why was she suddenly worried that Damon would turn her down? He’d never turned her down before.
“How about we stay in?” Damon asked. Although he wasn’t actively persuading Elena, he was not about to pass up this golden opportunity to spend tonight with her. He had decided a long time ago that he didn’t deserve her and he was okay with just being her friend.
But the fact she came here on her own spoke volumes. So yes, he was going to take advantage of that.
“That’s fine with me,” Elena told him. The truth was she didn’t really care if they stayed here or went back to her house. Just as long she spent tonight with him she would be happy. Plus she didn’t really want to go home and face her friends.
She needed to be here with Damon, to show him that he wasn’t alone on Christmas.
“Come on,” he said as he headed to the kitchen.
She silently followed him And sat down on one of the bar stools to watch as Damon worked around the kitchen.
He handed her a glass and poured her some egg nog. She took a sip and happily sighed as she relished in the creamy taste.
She watched him as he went about his work; his gaze so focused and intense that she felt herself swell with the knowledge that he has truly become the man she always knew he could be. It had been a slow process of course, a process marked by setbacks, pain and tears. But here he is, so relaxed and calm and almost… happy. She liked the fact she was the only who could see that.
As if he could feel the heat of her gaze on his face, he looked upwith his eyes immediately locking with hers. She dropped her gaze quickly, almost as if she felt her cheeks burning.
There's something so intangibly passionate about the depth of Damon’s bright blue eyes. It was as if his eyes have the power to undress her. That used to make her feel uncomfortable, but now, not so much.
Looking for a distraction to avoid his inquisitive eyes, Elena noticed that Damon didn’t really have any Christmas decorations, although she wasn’t really surprised by that fact. She couldn’t really imagine Damon shopping for festive Christmas decorations, but still she had to ask. “Why don’t you don’t have a tree?”
Damon continued to set up the dinner, “Do I look like the tree type?”
Christmas wasn't a huge deal to him anymore. Since he turned he was always alone during the holidays. He couldn’t even remember the last time he actually celebrated Christmas. Today started out like any other day; just another day to remind him that he was alone, especially now with Stefan gone. He hadn’t had any reasons to celebrate the holiday for over a century.
“You could have gotten a tree and maybe some lights.” He heard her say. He chuckled, if she only knew. He was not about to tell her that he actually did buy a tree.
“Don’t hold your breath” He murmured under his breath, knowing well she would hear him.
“I heard that.”
Damon smirked, “I know.”
“Ass,” she said while smiling.
“You should do that more often.” He told her, causing her to frown in confusion.
“Smile, it suits you.” He told her casually. What he wanted to say was, when you smile, you make me smile. Elena always looked beautiful to him. It didn’t matter if she was wearing fancy gowns or just her cute pajamas set, but she looks the most beautiful when she’s happy. She hasn’t had many reasons to be happy lately.
He once told her that he liked her because she knew how to laugh, and that was still true.
She always looks so sad lately. If he knew what he could do to make her happy, he would. So instead he had to settle for making sure she was safe and alive.
Elena wondered what bought that out, “You should take your own advice,” she informed him. Besides his famous smirk, Elena rarely saw Damon truly smiling.
Damon looked at her, “I’ll keep that in mind.”
“Why do you hate Christmas?”
“I never said I hated Christmas, I just have no reason to celebrate it.” He simply told her. This is the truth.
Elena looked down at her drink. “Right, not even this year I guess.” Her wistful tone surprised them both. What was that? Again with the mixed signals.
“Why don’t you tell me the reason?” he asked.
She shrugged, ‘This year is different. It is my second year without my parents and first year without Jenna.”
He could relate, he remembered those first few years without his parents and without Stefan. He spent those years angry at the world, angry at Stefan; he hunted and killed anything that moved. The bloodlust is so strong when you first turn, it can be overwhelmed.
“It gets easier,” He reminded her, “and their memories were always with you.”
“I know. They loved this time of year; they loved the festivity that came with it. They taught us how to love it,” she smiled sadly, remembering the times with her parents. She couldn’t remember a year where her parents didn’t go all out. It was a family thing. Jenna would join them at times.
She shook her head, and chuckled nervously, “Sorry, today is about celebrating, not reminiscing about dead parents.”
“I don’t mind,” He urged her to continue.
Elena laughed, “My dad was a horrible singer, and I mean he was so bad!” Elena went about telling her about the crazy traditions her family held. Damon sat there and listened. Of course, at times, he had thrown his sarcastic comments in, but she loved it.
Half an hour later, dinner was served. They sat silently in the kitchen, both lost in their own thoughts. While Elena ate dinner, Damon was there watching her.
Elena could feel Damon’s gaze on her, “You’re staring,” Elena looked up to find Damon staring at her.
Damon wasn’t trying to hide it. He was amazed by this little human girl. Yes she was the exact copy of Katherine, but she was so much different. What is it about her that drove him crazy, where he would do anything for her? (And he has) “Does it bother you?”
“Yes, because I don’t know what you’re thinking.” Almost against her will, she felt her gaze drop to his lips. She wondered if he was thinking the same thing that she was. What would it feel like if she truly let go? She absently licked her lower lips.
That movement did not go unnoticed by Damon. Those lips of hers that he dreamed about kissing so many DAMN times. Those lips that he knew tasted divine.
“All you have to do is ask,” he said in that husky tone of his. He knew he was stepping into an unspoken zone between them.
Elena looked at him; yep he was definitely thinking the same thing she was. This was a dangerous game, they both knew it, but as this point, did they really care?
She took a deep breath and dove in. “Tell me.”
Damon took a sip of his bourbon, “I wanna show you something,” he told her abruptly.
“Okay.”
He offered her his hand. She looked down at his hand for a brief second before she took it. He smiled as he led her upstairs. Her forehead furrowed together in confusion before Damon abruptly stopped at the very last door at the end of the hall.
The boarding house was freaking huge, she has never taken the liberty to see what lay beyond all the doors that belong to the house. That probably would have her taken days.
Behind the door was just a set of stairs leading up to a room of some sort. Elena's eyebrows arched over her chocolate brown eyes in confusion before Damon simply gestured for her to follow his lead. “Trust me”
He opened the door and led her into a room that she hadn’t even known existed. He stood back and let her enter the room and watched as her breath hitched up.
Damon stood by the landing, his arms folded across his chest as he watched her take everything in, awe evident in her eyes. The light streaming in through the window on the far wall lit her features perfectly, and he wondered if it's legal for someone to be that beautiful.
“Wow” she breathed out. In the middle room, was the most beautiful Christmas tree she had ever seen. To see she was surprised would be an understatement. When Damon said he wanted to show her something, she had tried to come up of some possibilities of what thatthing was, but she certainly did not expect that.
“You have a tree!” she said in awe. It was amazing. The whole room was lit so beautifully.
“Yeah, I have a tree.” He confirmed. He stood behind her, their bodies close, but not touching. He closed his eyes as he breathed her in. She smelled like vanilla, a hint of strawberry and the spiked egg nog she’s been drinking all night.
She slowly spun around and came faced to face with him. “How?” she asked, “When did you…?” She could not believe that he bought a tree and decorated it. Did he do this for her? He can feel her warm breath against his cool skin; He can smell her sweet, addictive scent and he can hear her heart beating faster than normal in her chest. Mostly important, he saw the genuine adoration, and
“It doesn’t matter.” Damon told her. Yes, he actually had gone out and bought a tree for her and took the time to decorate it, although he didn’t think he would have a chance to actually show it to her. He was so freaking whipped, but the look on her face was worth it.
“Merry Christmas, Elena,” he whispered in her ear.
“Look up,” he told her.
Right above them, hung neatly with a red velvet ribbon was a spray of fresh mistletoe. She wondered how that got up there? Just a moment ago they were standing in the middle of the room.
Elena cocked her head at him, “Clever.”
Damon just shrugged and then bent down and kissed her softly on her cheek. But she was having none of that. Her arms moved to snake around his neck and bought him down to her level. His hands slid to her waist, bringing them even closer, and their breaths mingling as they stood mere inches apart.
Then Elena deliberately lifted her gaze; their eyes meeting for one heart-stopping instant before her lips were on his, her fingers tangling in his hair. She gasped out loud when he responded with fervor, kissing her back with all the intensity that she felt sparking between them.
She moaned into the kiss, causing Damon to groan. “Elena,”
“Don’t. I want this and so do you,” she whispered against his mouth.
God knew he wanted this and her. He has for a very long time, but he wasn’t sure if this was what she truly wanted. He looked imploringly into her eyes, “I can’t have you regret this Elena, I couldn’t handle it.”
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mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin">Author Name: mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin;mso-bidi-font-weight:
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mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin">Spoilers:major-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin;mso-bidi-font-weight:bold"> None
mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin">Summary: major-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin;mso-bidi-font-weight:bold">Two people with enough chemistry to start a blazing fire, and a well-placed mistletoe, you do the math.
mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin">Ratings/Warnings: mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin;mso-bidi-font-weight:
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mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin">Characters: major-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin;mso-bidi-font-weight:bold">Damon/Elena, Caroline, brief appearance by other characters
mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin">Disclaimer: major-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin;mso-bidi-font-weight:bold">Show and Characters belong to their prospective owners.
mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin">AN: major-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin;mso-bidi-font-weight:bold">Got this idea on Tumblr, it was one of the AU meme, and I just fell in love with the post, and decided to write a one-shot, just in time for the holidays. mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin;mso-bidi-font-weight:
bold">Final Part, Enjoy
mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin">There will one more chapter, and the rating will change to Mature, just a heads ups.mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin">This was supposed to be a one-shot, but ended being 3 chapters long, lol. Hope you guys don’t mind
major-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin">AS ALWAYS SPECIAL THANKS GOES OUT TO MY BETA READER, MISS KIMBERLEY.
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Previously on “Under the mistletoe”
He doesn’t have to stay here and protect me, but he does, every day without asking anything in return. So tonight she is going to stay here for him.
She needed him to know that she was here for him, like he was always here for her when she needed him.
After what felt like an eternity, Elena let him go slightly to look into his eyes and asked him “So, you want to go to the dinner party with me?”
“Tell me what’s in the bag first.” Damon rebuked causing Elena to laugh. God he loved the sound of her laughter. She reluctantly disentangled herself from Damon and reached for the forgotten bag lying on the couch. She pulled out the content, causing Damon to raise his eyebrows.
“Egg nog and macaroni and cheese?” He asked her. What the hell?
“Oh come on, everyone loves egg nog,” She told him. “This is plan B, if you decide to turn down my offer for dinner at the Gilbert house.”
Damon laughed, “I don’t need human food Elena.”
“Well no shit Sherlock, but I do.” She rolled those beautiful brown eyes at him. He really did like seeing her smile.
“So this for you,” he teased her. Elena narrowed her eyes at him and they both smiled. This is one of the reasons why she loved spending time with Damon, he always know how to make her laugh, even when he wasn’t trying to. No matter what’s going on with her life, she can count on Damon to put a smile on her face.
“So, yes or no?” she asked him again. Why was she suddenly worried that Damon would turn her down? He’d never turned her down before.
“How about we stay in?” Damon asked. Although he wasn’t actively persuading Elena, he was not about to pass up this golden opportunity to spend tonight with her. He had decided a long time ago that he didn’t deserve her and he was okay with just being her friend.
But the fact she came here on her own spoke volumes. So yes, he was going to take advantage of that.
“That’s fine with me,” Elena told him. The truth was she didn’t really care if they stayed here or went back to her house. Just as long she spent tonight with him she would be happy. Plus she didn’t really want to go home and face her friends.
She needed to be here with Damon, to show him that he wasn’t alone on Christmas.
“Come on,” he said as he headed to the kitchen.
She silently followed him And sat down on one of the bar stools to watch as Damon worked around the kitchen.
He handed her a glass and poured her some egg nog. She took a sip and happily sighed as she relished in the creamy taste.
She watched him as he went about his work; his gaze so focused and intense that she felt herself swell with the knowledge that he has truly become the man she always knew he could be. It had been a slow process of course, a process marked by setbacks, pain and tears. But here he is, so relaxed and calm and almost… happy. She liked the fact she was the only who could see that.
As if he could feel the heat of her gaze on his face, he looked upwith his eyes immediately locking with hers. She dropped her gaze quickly, almost as if she felt her cheeks burning.
There's something so intangibly passionate about the depth of Damon’s bright blue eyes. It was as if his eyes have the power to undress her. That used to make her feel uncomfortable, but now, not so much.
Looking for a distraction to avoid his inquisitive eyes, Elena noticed that Damon didn’t really have any Christmas decorations, although she wasn’t really surprised by that fact. She couldn’t really imagine Damon shopping for festive Christmas decorations, but still she had to ask. “Why don’t you don’t have a tree?”
Damon continued to set up the dinner, “Do I look like the tree type?”
Christmas wasn't a huge deal to him anymore. Since he turned he was always alone during the holidays. He couldn’t even remember the last time he actually celebrated Christmas. Today started out like any other day; just another day to remind him that he was alone, especially now with Stefan gone. He hadn’t had any reasons to celebrate the holiday for over a century.
“You could have gotten a tree and maybe some lights.” He heard her say. He chuckled, if she only knew. He was not about to tell her that he actually did buy a tree.
“Don’t hold your breath” He murmured under his breath, knowing well she would hear him.
“I heard that.”
Damon smirked, “I know.”
“Ass,” she said while smiling.
“You should do that more often.” He told her, causing her to frown in confusion.
“Smile, it suits you.” He told her casually. What he wanted to say was, when you smile, you make me smile. Elena always looked beautiful to him. It didn’t matter if she was wearing fancy gowns or just her cute pajamas set, but she looks the most beautiful when she’s happy. She hasn’t had many reasons to be happy lately.
He once told her that he liked her because she knew how to laugh, and that was still true.
She always looks so sad lately. If he knew what he could do to make her happy, he would. So instead he had to settle for making sure she was safe and alive.
Elena wondered what bought that out, “You should take your own advice,” she informed him. Besides his famous smirk, Elena rarely saw Damon truly smiling.
Damon looked at her, “I’ll keep that in mind.”
“Why do you hate Christmas?”
“I never said I hated Christmas, I just have no reason to celebrate it.” He simply told her. This is the truth.
Elena looked down at her drink. “Right, not even this year I guess.” Her wistful tone surprised them both. What was that? Again with the mixed signals.
“Why don’t you tell me the reason?” he asked.
She shrugged, ‘This year is different. It is my second year without my parents and first year without Jenna.”
He could relate, he remembered those first few years without his parents and without Stefan. He spent those years angry at the world, angry at Stefan; he hunted and killed anything that moved. The bloodlust is so strong when you first turn, it can be overwhelmed.
“It gets easier,” He reminded her, “and their memories were always with you.”
“I know. They loved this time of year; they loved the festivity that came with it. They taught us how to love it,” she smiled sadly, remembering the times with her parents. She couldn’t remember a year where her parents didn’t go all out. It was a family thing. Jenna would join them at times.
She shook her head, and chuckled nervously, “Sorry, today is about celebrating, not reminiscing about dead parents.”
“I don’t mind,” He urged her to continue.
Elena laughed, “My dad was a horrible singer, and I mean he was so bad!” Elena went about telling her about the crazy traditions her family held. Damon sat there and listened. Of course, at times, he had thrown his sarcastic comments in, but she loved it.
Half an hour later, dinner was served. They sat silently in the kitchen, both lost in their own thoughts. While Elena ate dinner, Damon was there watching her.
Elena could feel Damon’s gaze on her, “You’re staring,” Elena looked up to find Damon staring at her.
Damon wasn’t trying to hide it. He was amazed by this little human girl. Yes she was the exact copy of Katherine, but she was so much different. What is it about her that drove him crazy, where he would do anything for her? (And he has) “Does it bother you?”
“Yes, because I don’t know what you’re thinking.” Almost against her will, she felt her gaze drop to his lips. She wondered if he was thinking the same thing that she was. What would it feel like if she truly let go? She absently licked her lower lips.
That movement did not go unnoticed by Damon. Those lips of hers that he dreamed about kissing so many DAMN times. Those lips that he knew tasted divine.
“All you have to do is ask,” he said in that husky tone of his. He knew he was stepping into an unspoken zone between them.
Elena looked at him; yep he was definitely thinking the same thing she was. This was a dangerous game, they both knew it, but as this point, did they really care?
She took a deep breath and dove in. “Tell me.”
Damon took a sip of his bourbon, “I wanna show you something,” he told her abruptly.
“Okay.”
He offered her his hand. She looked down at his hand for a brief second before she took it. He smiled as he led her upstairs. Her forehead furrowed together in confusion before Damon abruptly stopped at the very last door at the end of the hall.
The boarding house was freaking huge, she has never taken the liberty to see what lay beyond all the doors that belong to the house. That probably would have her taken days.
Behind the door was just a set of stairs leading up to a room of some sort. Elena's eyebrows arched over her chocolate brown eyes in confusion before Damon simply gestured for her to follow his lead. “Trust me”
He opened the door and led her into a room that she hadn’t even known existed. He stood back and let her enter the room and watched as her breath hitched up.
Damon stood by the landing, his arms folded across his chest as he watched her take everything in, awe evident in her eyes. The light streaming in through the window on the far wall lit her features perfectly, and he wondered if it's legal for someone to be that beautiful.
“Wow” she breathed out. In the middle room, was the most beautiful Christmas tree she had ever seen. To see she was surprised would be an understatement. When Damon said he wanted to show her something, she had tried to come up of some possibilities of what thatthing was, but she certainly did not expect that.
“You have a tree!” she said in awe. It was amazing. The whole room was lit so beautifully.
“Yeah, I have a tree.” He confirmed. He stood behind her, their bodies close, but not touching. He closed his eyes as he breathed her in. She smelled like vanilla, a hint of strawberry and the spiked egg nog she’s been drinking all night.
She slowly spun around and came faced to face with him. “How?” she asked, “When did you…?” She could not believe that he bought a tree and decorated it. Did he do this for her? He can feel her warm breath against his cool skin; He can smell her sweet, addictive scent and he can hear her heart beating faster than normal in her chest. Mostly important, he saw the genuine adoration, and
“It doesn’t matter.” Damon told her. Yes, he actually had gone out and bought a tree for her and took the time to decorate it, although he didn’t think he would have a chance to actually show it to her. He was so freaking whipped, but the look on her face was worth it.
“Merry Christmas, Elena,” he whispered in her ear.
“Look up,” he told her.
Right above them, hung neatly with a red velvet ribbon was a spray of fresh mistletoe. She wondered how that got up there? Just a moment ago they were standing in the middle of the room.
Elena cocked her head at him, “Clever.”
Damon just shrugged and then bent down and kissed her softly on her cheek. But she was having none of that. Her arms moved to snake around his neck and bought him down to her level. His hands slid to her waist, bringing them even closer, and their breaths mingling as they stood mere inches apart.
Then Elena deliberately lifted her gaze; their eyes meeting for one heart-stopping instant before her lips were on his, her fingers tangling in his hair. She gasped out loud when he responded with fervor, kissing her back with all the intensity that she felt sparking between them.
She moaned into the kiss, causing Damon to groan. “Elena,”
“Don’t. I want this and so do you,” she whispered against his mouth.
God knew he wanted this and her. He has for a very long time, but he wasn’t sure if this was what she truly wanted. He looked imploringly into her eyes, “I can’t have you regret this Elena, I couldn’t handle it.”
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