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Buffy woke, blinking drowsily as she raised her head from Spike's uninjured shoulder. She carefully pulled away from her sleeping vampire, making sure not to touch either of his healing wounds as she quietly sat up. She stretched, the duvet slipping down her naked body as she purred at the feeling of her muscles waking up. She glanced at Spike, still asleep on their bed, his face turned towards where she had been laying previously. Knowing she needed to prepare herself for the day, she leant down and brushed her lips over his scarred eyebrow before sliding out of bed and heading for the bathroom to freshen up.

After tending to her human needs, she started running the shower, glancing back into the bedroom. Seeing he had not woken up yet, she stepped into the hot spray steam already filling the room. Soaping herself up and giving herself a thorough clean, she tilted her head and slicked her long blonde hair back before lathering it with shampoo. After another thorough wash, she stood under the spray and just let the water soothe her as she let her thoughts wander.

Following her volatile confrontation with Angel, she had quickly returned to her and Spike's apartment to find her mom and Willow patching the vampire up. Thanking her mother and best friend, she had taken over the task after sending them home seeing how tired they were. She had managed to get Spike undressed and into bed, despite the pain he was clearly in. She had initially decided to sleep on the couch, not wanting to jostle his injuries but he had shot down that idea.

After a long discussion, and some irresistible Spike puppy eyes, she had been convinced to shed her clothes and climb into bed with him. They had not done anything other than cuddle and sleep, Buffy's need to feel his cool skin on hers was out of comfort more than anything else, needing the reassurance that he was still in the world with her.

Buffy's hands curled into a fist as she thought about what happened last night and just who had been responsible.

Xander.

She knew he was completely opposed to her relationship with Spike, for a number of reasons ranging for somewhat understandable to the downright juvenile. She had had more than one argument with him over the whole thing, each time he had stormed off in a huff when she had shot down each point he tried to make. But this…she had never thought him capable of this. For someone who claimed to be one of her best friends, he had seemed to have no problem with trying to ruin her life. And he had almost gotten Spike killed.

She was officially done.

Turning off the water, she stepped out of the tower and dried herself off. She wrapped the towel around her and padded into the bedroom again. She quickly went to her draw and picked out some panties to slip on. Of course, Spike's preferences made most of her underwear the lacy and skimpy kind. Folding the towel of a heater to dry off, she sat down at her vanity and began to dry and brush her hair.

She had made a point of telling Willow when she left the night before to make sure Xander was at the Magic Shop later that day. She was going to get this over with now and make sure he knew where he stood. And if he did not get the point, she would dry it home.

He was not running her life anymore and if he tried, he would be out of it.

She was so caught up in her thoughts that she failed to notice her vampire shift in the bed, slowly waking up to the sight of his girl sitting and brushing her hair in nothing but a thong.

"Heart…" Buffy gasped, looking round to see Spike awake and gazing at her warmly. Putting the brush down, she quickly moved to the bed and crawled next to him. She brushed her fingers of his shoulder as he smiled at her.

"Hey," she greeted softly, "you feeling okay?"

"I'll feel better when I've got my morning kiss." She smiled, leaning to brush her lips against his. "Mmm," he hummed, pulling back as his uninjured arm stroked her back, "much better." She giggled, her fingers moving to trace his jaw.

"You okay?" She asked seriously. Sensing this, Spike sobered up. He winced a bit, feeling the pull on the much more serious injury in his shoulder. Buffy bit her lip in concern. "Spike…"

"I'll be all right, I can already feel it healing." He replied. "It's not…pleasant but I've had worse." He admitted. Buffy sighed, pressing a kiss to his chest. "Heart?"

"Sorry," she apologised, not entirely sure why she was apologising, "I just…feel like I should be doing more than being mad at Angel and Xander for what they did." He laughed softly, wincing again as she fussed over him. "Don't hurt yourself, doofus!"

"There's not much else you can do pet, the bagged blood in the fridge is AB+. That'll help me get up and about in no time." He reassured her. He noticed a single tear clinging to her eye lash and he reached up to brush it away. She took a shaky breath as she gazed at him.

It hurt her all the way to hell to see him like this. And most of all, she felt helpless. She was not sure what she could do to help him at this point and she hated it. She wondered if this was how he had felt when he had been taking of her two months ago. It was made more upsetting by the fact she loved him so much it was agonising to see him in pain after only one night.

"I'm gonna kick Xander's ass so hard for this." She hissed angrily. She had already regaled him with the story of her beating Angel half to death and he had been ecstatic. "He's gonna learn not to mess with my Spike." She blushed at that, realising how possessive she sounded but when she saw the awe in his face and the love in his eyes she recognised how much those words meant to him.

"Your Spike, eh?" he chuckled as she bit her lip, nodding.

"Uh huh," she whispered. "You're my Spike, you're Spike property of Buffy" she declared, half joking as she reached over to cup his cheek, "and no one hurts Buffy's Spike." He chuckled again as he leant up and kissed her.

Buffy sighed in his lips, adoring how he poured everything he felt for her into this one action. Spike's uninjured hand moved to weave through her hair as he tilted his head and deepened the kiss. Buffy opened her mouth as his tongue snaked in and she murmured pleasantly as hers tangled with his in a sensual dance of affection. Whilst she just wanted to keep it as a kiss, her traitor body did not listen as her thighs unconsciously rubbed together and her underwear dampened at the erotic sensations the kiss was sending through her.

Spike growled softly when he scented her arousal and broke the kiss. Buffy gasped when his lips moved to her throat and she leaned her head over to grant him better access, even as her mind protested.

"Spike…" she whimpered as he nibbled on her bite scar as per usual, "you're hurt." She protested. His uninjured arm slid down from her hair to squeeze her buttocks and she mewled.

"Never hurt enough for you." He answered, giving another hearty squeeze. Buffy grumbled something about him being incorrigible but gave in, tilted her head further so he could fully explore her neck. Her hand moved to brush over the tent he was currently pitching in the bed but made no move to pull the duvet down.

Sitting up slightly, Spike ignored the pain in his shoulder as he chewed on her bite scar, Buffy moaning her encouragement at his ministrations. Reaching over, his whole left arm shook from the strain as he hook his thumb into her thong on one side and slid it down awkwardly. Buffy raised her hips as best she could to let him take it off her and she kicked it off the bed leaving them both naked once more.

Spike trailed his left hand up her leg to cup her sex. But as he stroked her entrance, he moved to try and get into a better position. His whole shoulder protested and he hissed in pain, his left side falling back to the bed. Buffy pursed her lips, not wanting to stop but knowing he could not participate the way he wanted to.

But…maybe it was her turn to take care of him. With that in mind, she gently placed a hand on his chest to stop him from rising up. He gazed at her in confusion and she smirked at him saucily.

"Uh uh," she said, "no more hurting yourself, mister." She gently took hold of the duvet and slowly, teasingly, eased the duvet down his hips. She arched a brow when his erection came into view and then tossed the duvet over his ankles before her hand wrapped around him. Spike groaned as she began to stroke him, her eyes watched his reaction before brushed her lips to his. "You just lay back, and let Buffy take care of you."

Spike watched with amazement as Buffy slithered down his body, her hand still jerking him as she thumbed his tip. He let out a startled moan when, without any forewarning, Buffy's wrapped her lips around his cock. His free hand fisted at the bedding as she sucked lightly, her hand still pumping him as she swirled her tongue over his head.

She peered up at him through her lashes, slowly going down on him before slipping back up. She murmured around him and he gasped at the vibrations it sent through. She gradually picked up the pace, her head bobbing at a steady tempo, her hand stroking what was not in her mouth as she continued to pleasure her vampire.

Spike thrust his hips in time with her motions, his free hand moving to tangle with her hair. He did not move to take control, letting her dictate the pace as he watched his cock slide in and out her mouth with rapt attention. He groaned huskily, the warmth of her tongue doing him in as she smiled around him.

Taking him in a little deeper before withdrawing entirely, Buffy pressed her tongue to his tip and began pumping his length furiously. She carefully slid the point of her tongue over his slit as her hand moved in a blur as she watched his reaction. Spike panted and groaned, leering at her but whimpered each time the point of her tongue touched his slit.

Suddenly dropping both hands to his navel, Buffy devoured his cock once more causing him to let out a loud moan as she took her deep than before. She started a fast rhythm, her head dipping faster, hallowing her cheeks each time she took him in. Pulling away to get some air, she kissed his head before taking a deep breath.

"Fuck, Buffy." Spike moaned as she took all of him into her mouth, his cock hitting the back of her throat. She shook her head from side to side, swallowing around him all the way. She gradually eased back up, letting his length inch out of the haven of her lips as he groaned. She got back up the tip before repeating the action over and over whilst he growled in exquisite ecstasy as she deep-throated him.

Spike could feel his release crawling up on him, the heat of Buffy's mouth, the teasing of her tongue and her constant murmuring around him driving him to the brink. He thrust into her mouth, causing her gag a little before humming in delight and resuming her task.

"Buffy…" he whimpered in warning. He knew it was coming. "I'm gonna…"

Rather than be put off, Buffy's head began bobbing vigorously on him and she lapped him firmly each time she went down. She felt him swell in her mouth and prepared herself as she pulled back and then slid her mouth half way down his cock before sucking hard.

Spike gave out a hoarse shout, his hand tangled in her hair to hold her still as his release washed over him. He pumped into her mouth as she swallowed everything he gave her. He grit his teeth, his orgasm prolonged by Buffy's tongue lathering his length and cleaning him of any excess spendings as she slurped him down like the finest wine. He slumped, releasing his grip on her hair as she pulled away. His cock was still obnoxiously hard because of her ministrations as he lay back.

He opened his eyes as Buffy crawled on top of him carefully, her lips claiming his once more. He murmured in pleasure as he tasted himself on her tongue, her hand sliding between them. He grunted as she brushed the head of his cock over her folds. He watched her eyes flutter as she panted with want, making sure to tease her own clit before holding him at her entrance.

She slowly slid down, moaning as he stretched her as only he could before he was fully sheathed inside her. Bracing her hands beside his head, Buffy rocked her hips, mewling as his thick length brushed over that spot he found almost on instinct as he groaned, his good hand moving to her ass. She leant down, catching his lips with hers as she started a steady rhythm, taking him as deep as she could then rising until he was just barely inside before plunging down again.

Spike arched whilst she moved on top of him, her eyes watching his every movement, his every gasp and every look over pleasure as she made love to him. Fully sheathing him inside her, she shimmied from side to side, clenching her inner muscles around him. Her eyes rolled as her entire being hummed in delight at the feeling of him inside her. She swirled her hips, her hand trailing up her own body and paused at her breast.

Spike followed the hand with rapt attention, growling with want as she squeezed her breast. She gave him a smouldering look as she thrust hard twice, causing him to cry out and throw his head back. She tossed her hair over to one side, exposing her scar once more as she writhed on top of him before making her decision.

They had done almost everything together, explored every kind of intimacy, except one…

She lowered herself so her forearms were resting by his head and began pistoning her firm ass over him, the rest of her body swaying seductively as her skin slapped on his. Spike's hand squeezed her buttocks as she moved and she leaned down so her throat was just over his mouth.

"Buffy…" he whimpered worshipfully.

"Drink me…" his eyes popped open and he gazed at her in astonishment. She was looking at him with such open warmth, such honest trust that his eyes watered in shock. A single tear slid down his cheek, completely out of place in the middle of such steamy sex, and Buffy licked it up from his face, still pumping her ass on him as she sobbed delightfully in the face of her approaching orgasm.

"You sure?"

"I love you," she breathed, her arm moving to encircle his head with her other hand cupped his face, "I trust you and I want you to drink from me." Instead of questioning further, he lent up and lapped her scar. She shuddered and moaned, still pounding down on his cock before she whispered in his ear. "Drink from me, my heart."

He needed no further encouragement.

Allowing his demon through just enough for his fangs to lengthen, he kissed her neck before biting down tenderly on her throat. Buffy moaned so deeply her whole body trembled as Spike drank from her wound. He pulled from her throat a total of three times.

Once: Buffy whined as her legs began to shake violently and her walls began fluttering around him as she cradled his head to her neck.

Twice: Spike groaned as both hands, his left now miraculously healed slid to her ass and pulled her to him firmly. His cock swelled within her as the sweet nectar of her Slayer blood overwhelmed his sense

Thrice: at the third pull of blood, he pulled back as they both cried out in joint completion. The flood of Buffy's orgasm crashing against Spike emptying himself within her as their hips thrust erratically, prolonging each other's explosive climax. They both sobbed against each other, rutting jerkily as they milked each other's pleasure as long as possible before Buffy dropped to his chest panting, her eyes closed and her head tucked under his chin as Spike ran his hands through her hair.

For a moment, they lay there just taking comfort in each other whilst they came down from their high. Spike dropped a long kiss to the top of her head, his body singing as his Slayer's blood worked its magic.

"You…are a marvel, heart." He said softly, his voice trembling with awe. She smiled, rubbing her cheek over his now healed chest like an affectionate feline before rising up.

"I'd better go and deal with Xander," she answered, reluctantly. He nodded, sighing into her lips when she leaned in for a kiss. She slithered her tongue into his mouth to sample his taste before pulling back and climbing off him, both grumbling when he slid out of her. "I'll be back soon."

He smiled, watching her as she got dressed into a skirt and a black sweater, sliding on her boots and keeping her hair down. She straightened up, shaking her hair out and fluffing it out before giving him another quick kiss. Grabbing her keys, she made her way towards the bedroom door.

"Hey," she turned back to him when he called to her gently. He gave her a warm smile. "I love you, heart." Her eyes went misty, as they always did at her new favourite word as her lips curled into brilliant blissful grin.

"I love you too."

…

"I can't believe you!" Xander winced as Willow screamed at him as Giles remained quiet. He was sitting at the table in the Magic shop, a bruised and battered Angel leaning heavily on the counter, one eye swollen shut and his hand clutching his ribs. Willow pacing in front him, her eyes and cheeks wet from tears of anger as she waved her hands around. "How could you do this?!" She exclaimed. Giles stood behind her, arms folded and his gaze unforgiving as he stared at the foolish boy in front of him.

"Hey, we just thought…" Xander began. He was only trying to scare Spike off, that way Buffy would be back to normal. He was annoyed at Giles for spilling the beans to Willow, who called him up in the early hours of the morning and outright ordered him to the Magic shop. And now here he was being shouted at for doing the right thing.

In his mind.

"You thought what?" Willow cut him off, angrily. She was shocked and utterly furious at his and Angel's actions. The first thing she had done to both of them had been to slap them round the face for what they had tried to do. "You thought that you could just up and interfere in Buffy's life by trying to kill her boyfriend and then leave her heartbroken because the guy who had saved her was now dead just for loving her?" She shook her head harshly. "You…doofus!" She snarled, awkwardly wanting to say something harsher but refraining.

"Hey, someone had to do something!" Xander shot back angrily, "she's running around with a soulless vampire and you're okay with that?!" He scoffed as Willow had her hands on her hips and Giles just rolled his eyes. "It's like she's forgotten just what her sacred duty is." Giles went to reply, but stopped as he looked over Xander's shoulder towards the entrance to the Magic Shop. Xander followed his gaze and swallowed nervously.

Buffy was there, leaning her shoulder on the door frame and she was gazing at him. Her eyes were blazing with icy emerald fire as she stepped into the room, no doubt having heard the conversation. Her gaze flicked to Angel and her mouth curled in disgust before turning back to him.

"Giles, Wills could you leave for a few minutes please?" She asked, politely but firmly. "I wanna talk to these two alone." Giles nodded, unfolding his arms as Willow threw a contemptuous look at her childhood friend.

"Sure." The witch replied while Giles walked past her to go outside. He laid a hand on Buffy's shoulder as he went past her. Willow however, came over and wrapped the Slayer in a hug that was gratefully returned for a few moments. "I'm sorry, Buffy." She pulled back, sniffling more out of anger than anything else.

"You don't need to apologise for anything, Wills." Her friend reassured her with a smile. "But I'm sorry too." Willow nodded wetly, glancing back at the two occupants of the room before exiting the magic shop and pulling the door closed with a click.

Buffy turned round to gaze at the two men in the room. Angel had straightened up, standing shakily on his injured leg as Xander looked extremely nervous. She took a few steps forward, her boots clicking on the wooden floor as the boy she had once considered one of her closest friends stood up, his hands held out pleadingly.

"Buffy…" his eyes fell to her neck, seeing the fresh bite wound there and his eyes narrowed. Any shred of decency went out of him as he forgot what he was going to say and lashed out in disgust. "You let him bite you?! Have you lost…?" she sharply held up two fingers and he immediately went quiet. She silently lowered them to point at the chair and he obediently sat down, sensing the fury within her. When he was seated, she turned her attention to Angel who flinched at the intensity in her glare.

"Why the hell are you still here?" She seethed at him, her anger from the night before returning somewhat. "Didn't you hear a fucking word I said last night?" he gulped.

"I heard, I just thought…" he started.

"Don't think! Just leave!" She spat. He looked at her wide-eyed, his brown eyes swimming with pain when he saw hatred reflected back in her own blazing emerald gaze. "I told you to get the hell out of my town and I meant it, Angel." She snarled. "Stay away from me and Spike. I don't care if the sun's out, use the damn sewers." She pointed at the gaping door frame that lead into the training room, the door still shattered on the floor. "Go back to L.A, Angelus." He looked at her stricken, swallowing painfully.

"Buffy, I know you're angry but I swear to you…" she cut him off with a swipe of her hand.

"I don't care!" She snapped, stepping towards him furiously. "Since you didn't listen to me last night, listen now." She glowered at him, loathingly as he met her gaze. "I hate you." He raised his head, not quite believing what she had said until she repeated it. "I hate you," she clenched her fist, willing herself not to hit him again in her still present anger, "and the funny thing is, I don't know if I'll stop." She leant in and commanded him again in a deadly whisper. "Get. The fuck. Out."

Having no choice, a dejected and humbled Angel limped out of the Magic Shop and down into the sewers to leave Sunnydale, finally realising he had no-one to blame but himself for what had just transpired. Buffy watched him leave, feeling strangely uplifted by the fact he was gone.

Once upon a time, she would have hated watching him go. Now, she was actually happy he was gone.

"And as for you," she whirled on Xander, who jumped at the anger in her voice, "I hope you have one hell of an apology coming my way or I swear to God I will put you in the hospital." She growled, meaning every word. He held up his hands as if to ward of her off.

"Buffster, I promise I only wanted to do what's best for you…"

"Funny," she cut him off, "that doesn't sound like an apology." She mocked. Her blasé attitude and clear decision to choose Spike over him caused Xander to lose his temper as he jumped to his feet.

"Apologise for what? Doing the duty you should be doing?" He spat, pointing an accusing finger at her. "He's a soulless demon, a killer and you're letting him run around and do what he likes." He shook his head with a sneer. "The Buffy I know would never let a vampire drink from her." His lip curled in disgust. "I don't even know you anymore."

"Damn right you don't." He blinked at her words. "The Buffy you knew is gone." She said with such calm certainty that he stopped and stared at her in mid-tirade. "She was gone in the Initiative when she was kidnapped and tortured her. She was gone when she realised humans could be just as evil as demons could be," she shrugged casually, "if not more evil." She took a step closer to him, eying him. "I'm a new Buffy, and I know what my duty is: to defeat evil and stop the apocalypse." She paused, letting him take that in before continuing. "Regardless of whether it is a human or demon evil."

"Buffy, think about this…" he began.

"I have, Xander." Her eyes narrowed as she moved even closer to him, causing him to back up. "What you need to concern yourself with is the fact that you tried to dictate my life to me against my will again!" He raised his hand in the universal stop.

"Buffy, I was only trying…"

"You tried to kill my boyfriend!" She snapped. "Why?" He scowled at her, anger winning out again as he kicked the chair next to him. She was unmoved, not even flinching as the wooden object crashed to the ground.

"Because he's a soulless killer who…"

"He saved my life!" She shouted.

"Only because he's wanted something from you!" Xander sneered in disgust, his gaze dropping to her throat again, maliciously hoping his words would guilt her into shame. "Something he obviously got, I just don't know if it was from your neck or from in between your legs." His head snapped to sound as Buffy's palm cracked against the side of his face. He held his cheek, his eyes watered and his skin burning as he looked at her with wide-eyes as she glared him. She was staring at him without a hint of embarrassment, not a shred of shame. No, she had slapped him just for trying to insult her, not because he actually had. He regretted his words, though for the completely wrong reason. "Buffy…"

"Spike loves me, he watches my back and he helped me when no-one else could." She said, softly. "And you tried to take him from me…you tried to dust my boyfriend…"

"Stop calling him your boyfriend!" He shouted, unable to bear hearing her saying it again. Buffy lowered her head, regretting that her decision was not harder. That her decision was going to be far easier than she would like.

"I spend time with him," Xander frowned as she began speaking. "I patrol with him, I train with him, I fight with him," she raised her eyes to his as she spoke from her heart, "I fall asleep at night beside him, I wake up at dawn next to him. I cuddle with him, I laugh with him," her lips curled in a taunting smirk, "I feed him, I have lots of sex with him," Xander choked at that as she kept on going, "I'm completely in love with him." She watched as her words struck a chord with Xander before finishing. "How exactly is he not my boyfriend?"

"Buffy, he's…"

"You should be less worried about what he is and more concerned with your place in my life now." He froze his eyes round and disbelieving as she gazed at him resolute in her decision. "You tried to kill Spike and you've not even going to apologise for it. In fact, the only thing you've done is try to guilt me into feeling ashamed of my relationship."

"I'm trying to help you!" He shouted in frustration. "I'm trying to make you see that this isn't you!"

"You basically called me a slut, Xander." She spat. "You called me a slut because I have, and enjoy having, sex with my vampire boyfriend as well as let him drink from me so he can recover from what you and Angel did to him." She shook her head. "And you did it, because I chose a soulless vampire over you and you can't stand it." He didn't contradict her; he was staring at her like he did not know her. "Tell me now, why I should continue to try and be your friend when you almost destroyed my heart because you're an angry, jealous brat?" Xander opened his mouth but was lost for words. She was actually doing it; she was cutting him out of her life now. All because of Spike. When he did not speak, she nodded with a bitter smirk. "That's what I thought." With those words, she turned and began to leave. Then suddenly, the words came back.

He could not let her leave, not now. She was his dream.

"Buffy, wait!" He pleaded, rushing forward a few steps. "I'm sorry…"

"Oh, now you want forgiveness?" She sneered, turning round and glowering at him with disdain. "I tell you that our friendship is over because you almost killed the man I love and now you want me to forgive you, when any apology you could give me is utterly meaningless? You really think that'll happen now?" She laughed, hollowly with a scoff. "Let me tell you, Alexander Harris. It won't be today, it won't be tomorrow. Hell…it may not be ever." Satisfied she had made her point, she turned once more and left the Magic Shop, leaving Xander alone is his self-made misery.

…

In the end, Buffy supposed she should not have been surprised that her day ended the same way it began. With her being a quivering, gasping and sweaty naked mess on her bed with Spike lying on top of her nuzzling her shoulder.

After making a quick stop to see check on Willow and make sure she was okay after the Xander incident, she had returned to her apartment. And she had been greeted by a healthy, naked and utterly irresistible Spike who had promptly stripped her of her clothes and made firm love to her on every surface he could find before taking her into the bedroom.

One hand stroking Spike's side and the other running through his hair, Buffy let her mind wander back to how this all started. Spike saving her from the Initiative, taking care of her as she recovered, training with her to get her back into shape and then standing by her as she faced her demons. And more importantly, Spike loving her for being who she was, not what some trumped up version of her like Angel had. And he certainly never put her on a pedestal like Xander had.

He loved her as Buffy Summers and she loved him for being him.

She smiled, her hands petting him lovingly as he raised his head to gaze down at her. He traced a finger down her cheek and she turned her gaze to him, smiling all the while.

"You all right, luv?" he asked. She had been quiet for some time but he had just let her be, knowing she was thinking.

"Yeah." She replied. She slid her hand up to cup his face, her thumb stroking his cheek as her eyes drank this incredible vampire who somehow was hers. "Thank you." He frowned, tilted his head in confusion.

"For what, heart?" she bit her lip, her eyes watering at the magnitude of emotions that single word caused her to feel. Happiness, love, joy and satisfaction all in one. She let a joyful tear slip down her cheek as he watched her.

"For saving me from the Initiative," she lowered her gaze shyly, "for taking care of me, for not letting me give up, for helping me become a better slayer," she raised her eyes to his again as her other hand came up to joining the other in tenderly caressing his face. "For standing by me, for fighting next to me." She leant up to brush her lips over his. "For loving me as much as you do…and…" she shifted her lips to whisper her final thanks in his ear, pulling him to her as she wrapped herself around him and he coiled his arms around her shoulders as they lovingly embraced each other.

"Most of all, thank you for being my light in the dark."

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