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Post by Timur on Dec 4, 2016 22:18:45 GMT
ran out of room in the title whoops
The groups of angels that had taken Benedict and Alula were much more complex than they seemed on the outside. It was the ones who had fallen that had tortured the duo, the underdogs. They held no true power and tended to do the dirty work. The best torturer didn't get his hands dirty they say. There some angels that hadn't been discovered by the rest of heaven yet, very few, that still had their powers. And they were essential to what was happening in the Winchester's lives, at this point in time they were the reason this shitstorm was happening.
What was the catch?
Well the angel who had been powering the hallucinations was caught and cast down to earth without his grace, jerking the group into reality with a quite rude awakening. They would be forced to realize what had happened, what was real, what was fake, and most of all what to do next.
Dean would be one of, if not the, firsts to fully wake up. They had been stuck in a dream so once the dream ended, they still had to wake up the rest of the way. When he woke up he let out a muffled sound, his first thoughts beingSam and Alula, but he trusted Sam would be ok by himself for a short bit while he went to Alula. And that's what he would do. Realizing mostly what had happened his eyes would shoot open and he would quickly get out of the bed he had been sleeping in, wanting to make sure that Alula was ok and hoping that the devil was leaving her alone and not putting her through a mental torture he would wish on no one except his enemies. When he got to his daughter's room he would knock to announce his presence and open the door to access her, a look of concern for her on his face. "Hey Alu, you ok?" the father asked.
Lucifer would indeed be present, see able only by Alula, but not for the reason he had in the dream world. He hadn't been asleep o the dream world and what he did to her would be a product of the angel who started it's imagination, and he was worried sick for the girl. The male would be seen by Alula at the end of her bed, a worried look too on his face. In this world the devil would act a lot different, nothing like what the Angel had dubbed him like. "Alula? Alula wake up." he said, reaching out to yet again poke her foot in an endless attempt to wake her up.
Sam upon waking up would have a much different reaction. He still didn't have his memories, the Angel truly had taken those, so he felt no true need to do much. Dean could take care of himself for a bit while Sam got his marbles together right? He shifted, rolling onto his back in an attempt to get comfortable. The younger Winchester would lay there, thinking about what had happened in the dream. Had it been just a dream made up by him? Had someone thrown them into the same dream? Had he really been in a relationship with Fawnpelt or was that a product of the dream? Now that he thought about it he had been kind of a jerk... Sam would remain totally unaware of the reopened bond between him and fawn, one that had been sealed in the dream but was no longer sealed because the Angel sealing it was gone. He didn't ever remember having a bond and wouldn't know what it felt like or anything about it, so who could really blame him? It wouldn't be until Fawn shared memories with him or talked to him via the bond that he would become aware of it. So for now he'd sit there, and think.
Benedict on the other hand didn't quite stay up. No he wasn't dead, just the sudden influx of information had been a little much for him. A little overwhelming to him. So upon waking up and a dressing this information even a little, his brain decided to protect him and the male would once again pass out before he could do much of anything. Oh well.
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Post by Pebble on Dec 4, 2016 23:06:47 GMT
Alula would be the third to wake up. Not because she woke up on her own no. She had her father crowding around her and a person poking her foot. The dream world ended on a slightly happy note. Her and Benedict. Fetching. Yeah. It was good. Yet, suddenly the world had gone black and her father had asked if she was okay. His voice was what pulled her completely out of the dream. She groaned in irritation, unsure of what was just poking her foot. However, this time, it hit her sweet spot and in a very annoyed and reflexed fashion, her foot shot out and made contact with something. Something soft. Either a gut or a crotch. Now, fully awake she bolted up. "Don't touch me!" She screeched in slight alarm before realizing it was just father. She couldn't see Lucifer. He was at the foot of her bed and probably already folded in on himself from her kick; out of her view. She didn't even have her covers on, she noted. Giving her every single ability to fling herself at her father and hug him. Was it all just a dream? It had to be. The person she kicked wouldn't hit her until later. For now, she was just focused on her father. "That was horrible." She muttered as she had to stand on her toes now just to remain where she was as she had slipped out of bed.
The green optics could only belong to one person and one person only. One who's nightmare had been lived. Sure, she bonded with her son but, it was still a nightmare. It all felt so real. Had it been real? She sat bolt right, heaving breaths and shaking with wide, scared eyes. Fawnpelt loomed around. This was her room. Not Sam's. She calmed herself. No. It was all just a dream. It had to be. Sam? She questioned through their bond. Surely they still had it?
/reply now
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Post by Timur on Dec 5, 2016 0:00:42 GMT
She didn't respond so he poked her foot again, and he must of poked the wrong spot because said foot quickly flew at him, hitting him smack dab in the crotch and sending a pain he hadn't felt in a long time through his being. She kicked hard. Lucifer couldn't help but double over, his hands going to the sensitive area that had been kicked. Her screech would hardly be heard as he vanished below the footrest, recovering from the blow dealt.
Dean saw the sudden leg spasm and heard the screech, causing his concern and worry to grow. However before he could say anything Alula had flung herself at him and he would quickly wrap his arms too around her, gently patting the shoulder that hadn't been shot. She spoke, and he couldn't help but agree. "I'm so sorry Alula." he said, unable to help but think he could of done something more to help her. The screech and the kick would quickly worm its way back into his thoughts and the eldest Winchester would defensively turn, taking Alula with him so he put himself inbetween his daughter and whoever she had kicked. Probably lucifer. He did not like the idea of the devil messing with his daughter's mind. "He's still here isn't he." Dean said, not needing to state who he was as it was pretty obvious.
Though his thoughts came a voice. A voice of the one who he was thinking about. It was easily recognizable, her voice was much different than anyone else's here and even if he didn't remember all of what the voice had said to him but he still recognized it. It said his name in a way full of question, and almost fear. He knew why, it didn't take much thought. Hearing her voice would cause it to fully sink in how much of a jerk he had been to her, how much pain he must of caused her. God damnit why couldn't he listen to someone for once? So it was true wasn't it. The only way she'd be able to contact him was if they had that witch familiar bond, which she had mentioned but he had ignored and dismissed. Hell he should of listened to Dean, sometimes he had some good advice. Sam liked to tell himself that he helped people, gave them better lives. But that wasn't true was it? Because he had been a douche bag he had hurt someone horribly, that wasn't exactly helpful at all, and it wasn't even because of a hunt this time. How could he claim to help people when he did this? He didn't help people, if anything he just hurt everyone he tried to help.
Sam would sit up in his bed, running his fingers through his hair. With that dark realization out of the way he could reply to Fawnpelt now. She seemed like a good person, like she had a good heart. Of course he had to go and hurt her. What would she think when he still didn't remember her? Sammy let out a small sigh, looking around. Im so sorry fawn he would think back, trying to get the hang of the whole bond thing. This was bad.
Kid Dean would be the next to wake up, his breathing instantly growing heavy. What had happened? He opened his eyes and looked around, realizing he was in his room. That was a dream right? What if it wasn't a dream? He had heard of that sort of thing happening before hadn't he? He grew worried, his mind running through possibilities that he didn't like. What was going on? And then he remembered mama fawn. Even if it was just a dream she'd help him right? Like she had in the dream? He was shaken and he wanted comfort. Mama fawn could provide that right? The young male got to his feet, getting out of bed and walking the same route he had in the dream to his mother's room. Repeating the same thing he had done, the young kid opened the door and would peek in, opening his mouth to say "Mama Fawn?" his own voice a bit fearful and shaky for multiple reason. She wouldn't turn him down right?
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Post by Pebble on Dec 5, 2016 1:40:17 GMT
Her father spun her around, causing him to be between her and where she had kicked out. Oh. She had to hit somebody. Peering just over his shoulder she caught a glimpse of the obviously hurt male and winced. "Yeah." She whispered back to her father. However, a small smile graced her lips as she realized she had paid him back for all of the cap he put her through in that... dream. She had always wanted to do that. I mean, when you were short you hit low, right? However, it just occurred to her that pain in her shoulder and she pulled back, unable to keep it up any more. She applied pressure to it before giving a hurt look to her father. She was upset; she was weak again. Her shoulder was still hurt.
He responded. Yet, the dream's events had came back to the familiar by now and she gritted her teeth. She ignored him, instead tensing as her door opened. Dean! She flung the covers off of her and half jogged to her son before dropping to her knees and skidding to a stop before him. She wrapped him a motherly hug with no intention of letting go soon. "I'm here, baby. Mama Fawn's here." She mumbled as she hugged her poor son. He was scared, she could sense it. It caused goose bumps to rise up on her skin and a chill to be sent down her back as a motherly instinct took over her.
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Post by Timur on Dec 6, 2016 4:58:12 GMT
Dammit Satan. Couldn't they not be bothered by the devil for once? On the other hand he had to admit it looked like a pretty hard kick, she must of got him good. "Nice kick." Dean would say. She pulled back and he let her go knowing it would do no good to force her a hug. "Do you want to talk to Sam about it? He'd be able to give you some advice on how to block him out." the male now said. Well if that was a dream there was a chance that lucifer himself wasn't in it and that bit really was just a dream. So maybe she had a chance to block him out like Sam had, and if they could get that Dean wanted to jump right on that.
Sam didn't hear any reply from her. That could either be really good or really bad. He'd just have to find out later, and hope that maybe he could do some actual good instead of hurt her more. Dammit.
She quickly ran at him causing for him to freeze for a moment but he happily melted into her arms when she hugged him, not caring if they became a tangle of limbs. This was good; this felt good. He decided he wanted more of it. The younger Dean would press himself into his mother, unable to hold back a sob. Wether it was happy to be back with someone he knew cared or overwhelmed because of the dream events he didn't know, but the male decided to take that one nice person's advice and let it out instead of holding it in. This caused the child to continue sobbing in a manner that soon transitioned into crying. But if that nice man was right this was good, and now that he had someone to vent too he happily did, pressing his face to her shoulder. It felt good to know you had someone to care about you, someone who was your mother no less. They had got off on the wrong foot here but now it seemed they had a chance at reconciliation, maybe he'd start coming out of his room more often now, and he'd definitely be happier. So this, this was very good for Dean, and he had to admit it felt good to just cry his eyes out while many different things ran through his head. No this wouldn't solve everything, but it was a (very)good first step. "I-I-I love you M-mama Fawn." he said, his voice stuttering from the crying.
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Post by Pebble on Dec 6, 2016 12:30:57 GMT
Alula shook her head. She didn't need to talk to Sam. She knew how to protect herself from him. Ignoring Lucifer was what she should have done. It shouldn't be that hard. Just, relive the sleepless nights, the hallucinations. It wouldn't be that hard, she'd endured them once before. She could do it again. At that, she came up with a slightly fake and nervous smile. "I'm a Winchester, remember?" She tried to joke. She was one. She recalled her name having a nice ring to it when she said it fully. She just didn't have a middle name but meh. She rubbed her shoulder before dropping her hand.
As her baby cried, a sudden urge of protection came through Fawnpelt and she couldn't help but hold him closer to her. She rubbed her hand up and down his bsck, comforting him and trying to get him to at least breath. She remembered when this kid was the sassiest kid in the world. Curious as well. Sure, he'd been a pain in the tail and scared her half to death when he was attacked by the foxes but, she honestly missed that Dean. She missed the Dean who refused to believe in the bad skittles. He denied StarClan despite Fawnpelt having proof the creators existed. He rebelled. That had been Dean. Her Dean. "I love you too." She muttered back to him. It was the truth, you could hear the pain in her voice as she regretted every singly choice she'd made with him. She regretted ever showing him her past. Regretted every. Little. Thing. Every little thing that lead to questioning his sanity, questioning if she should just leave and never come back. She regretted ever even coming to this place. Had she, Lark, and Benedict just left the hotel as soon as they could have, they wouldn't be wrapped up in all of this stuff. Demons, ghosts, vampires... sure, she loved hunting but she lost teeth doing that. She lost Sam, ever coming here. She would have saved everybody a lot of heart break with just deciding to leave as soon as they arrived. "I'm so s-sorry." She told her son as her own tears started to fall. Heh. Stuttering just like Tad, was she?
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Post by Timur on Dec 6, 2016 23:15:14 GMT
Lucifer had now recovered enough to stand up, but holy hell she kicked hard. He couldn't really blame her either, who knew what happened in the dream world? And then wake up to Satan poking your foot? He would stand up, his blue eyes fixed on Alula in a curious manner. Well what he could see of Alula considering that Dean was in front of her. "So what happened in that little dream of yours?" the male asked, making no move to put her through the torture that he had in the dream. He was honestly just curious.
She was using a Winchester excuse? Huh. It was amazing that she had learned so much in such a little time. "Just because you're a Winchester doesn't mean you don't ever need help, trust me." Dean said. There were definitely times in his life where he had needed help, and he wanted to make sure that if Alula needed help she got help. "If you ever need help or advice or anything, anything at all, talk to me or Sam. I mean it." he said. He didn't like how long she had been able to keep the lucifer thing from them in the dream world, hopefully this time would be different.
He was held closer and he felt a comforting hand running along his back. Up and down. Up and down. It had a soothing rhythm to it, the motion did help him calm down. His cries eventually faded to sobs, which would in turn cease, and then Dean would address what she had said to him deciding he was in a better state to talk now. What was she sorry for? It confused him. Sure she had shared the memories and hurt him but after a while he had come to understand why, and he had forgiven her for it. If he hadn't then well he wouldn't be in her arms right now. The male made a feeble attempt to pull back from the hug, thinking that they could have a better talk looking at each other's faces, but Fawnpelt's strong grip prevented him from doing so and he was good with that too. Her arms were highly comforting after all. "What are you sorry for Mama fawn?" the younger Dean asked, a note of confusion in his voice. He missed the rebellious him too, but after all he had been through he had learned a valuable lesson. Sure he was a little young to learn that lesson but when you lived with hunters or in a world like StormClan, it was a lesson one needed to learn young. They probably didn't want a rebellious Dean standing on top of the bunker stair railing and jumping down saying if StarClan was real he wouldn't get hurt at all and then breaking a leg would they?
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Post by Pebble on Dec 8, 2016 0:04:30 GMT
It spoke. Alula peered over Dean's shoulder again to find that the other had recovered from her donkey kick. A bitch face found its way onto her face as she chewed the inside of her lip. I'll gladly kick you again you little sh*t. While she was talking to herself, she knew he could read her mind. Not that she cared, she wasn't directly speaking to him. However, Dean replied and she looked down at her feet. A very cocky Dean smile came to her face. "Including boy advice?" Her voice was quiet, barely audible because she practically whispered the words.
Fawn gave him a final, gentle squeeze before pulling back. "For getting you into this mess." She told him, brushing a strand of his unruly hair out of his face before kissing his forehead. This was her fault. It had to be.
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Post by Timur on Dec 8, 2016 2:13:11 GMT
Lucifer very well could read her mind if he choose to, and the lucifer here would be happy to give her her privacy. However, emotions directed towards him were a lot harder to ignore, especially when they were so strong. The feeling of toxicness towards him and the bitchface was enough to tell him that something bad had happened in the dream. Of course something had, the other angels didn't exactly view him as nice or friendly in any form so it didn't come as much of a surprise. So for now Luci would give a small sigh and a shake of his head, and would disappear for now, waiting for a better time to talk to her.
Boy advice? Well he wouldn't exactly be happy about her dating or anything but she'd get into it soon enough, and he'd honestly rather him introduce her into the dating world instead of her sneaking off. Little did he know it was a bit too late for that. "Even boy advice, no matter how much I won't like it." the elder Winchester promised.
Well, he should probably go talk to her, Sam thought. Stuff had happened, and they should discuss it. That seemed right. After all it seemed like what she had said when he first lost his memory was true, it couldn't be easy being broken up with like that after a relationship of a year. His mind flashed back to pointing the gun at her, just a couple wrong words away from putting a bullet in her brain, but the younger Winchester did his best to push it back. Then Sammy would get out of his bed and walk towards his door, heading in the direction of Fawnpelt's room.
Her response would not do much to clear up his confusion. How could she of gotten him into this? Did mama fawn have powers he didn't know about? Sure she had shared some bad memories with him but sharing memories didn't get you kicked into another universe. The look of confusion wouldn't leave his face even as she kissed him. That would get him more confused. He hadn't been kissed like that before and wouldn't understand what it was or what it meant. Questions bubbled up in his mind. "But mama fawn could you of done it? Is there a universe jumping power? And why did you put you just do that?" the questions came tumbling out of his mouth, though they held no accusation or hostility. It was just him being curious again.
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Post by Pebble on Dec 8, 2016 3:34:16 GMT
What? He disappeared? That didn't seem like the Lucifer Alula knew. She blinked in surprise before smiling again at Dean. "Fair enough." She shrugged with a smile. She brushed a strand of her hair back before nodding. "Should we get the ithers?" She asked.
The questions tumbled out and Fawnpelt couldn't help but smile. "No, baby. I guess you're right." She told him. At the last question she chuckled. "It's a human kiss." She told him. Humans kissed way differently compared to their cat forms. Not that she minded.
//woops short
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Post by Timur on Dec 10, 2016 6:50:28 GMT
Yeah. Getting the others sounded good. "Yeah we probably should." Dean said, giving a nod of his head as he did so. Would Sam remember Fawn now that he had woken up? When did they even fall asleep? Was Madison here or was that just a dream? Many questions like these floated in his head, but Dean would push them away for now.
Sam would reach the door, seeing that it was open. He would stand in the doorway and then see that she had the younger Dean with her. The youngest Winchester had been filled in that he was her son, and he couldn't help but feel, well he didn't know. He was happy that they had reconciled yes, he wouldn't deny that, but there was also something he couldn't describe. They seemed to be having a moment, something he knew he shouldn't disturb, so Sam would duck behind the door once again and wait.
A human kiss? It was how humans kissed? Why didn't they just lick? It seemed much easier and it was more familiar to him. He opened his mouth to comment on it but decided against it, and instead would cuddle up close to his mother once again, resting his head against her contentedly.
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Post by Pebble on Dec 10, 2016 18:36:12 GMT
With a smile, the true youngest Winchester would actually lead the way out. However, she paused just a moment and frowned. "That means Coca isn't real..." she muttered. The cofficat was her best friend, her companion. But... if it was true Benedict was a dogon... that meant he was a kind of pet. "I'm checking on Benny." She alerted him and, before he could speak, bounded off in the direction of the taller's room. She knocked before entering, finding he was still asleep. Well then. Probably passed out. Let hom wake up on his own. She turned around and left the room again. Now would be a good time for Lucifer to show up, eh?
Fawn noticed the glimpse of Sam, having facing the door. She gave her son a final kiss before pulling back. Should she confront the second oldest Winchester? She felt she should. "Stay here." She muttered to him quietly before leaving the room. She shut the door a bit befure leaning against the door frame and glaring at the other. "Well? Spit it out. I've got kids to care for, no thanks to you." She growled at him. At this point, the two were kinda like a divorced couple... which they were.
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Post by Timur on Dec 11, 2016 17:20:31 GMT
Lucifer easily noticed that she was alone again, and would make himself visible to her again once she was. "Hello again." the male said, gazing at Alula curiously. "So do you want to tell me what happened in that dream of yours without any violence or not? I wasn't in there, not truly, so I don't know how they portrayed me unless I invade your memories and something tells me you wouldn't like that." Luci spoke, shifting his weight to his other foot and leaning against the wall as he waited for her response.
Well Coca could be real, it would depend on when they fell asleep. She said she was going to check up on Benedict and he gave a little nod, calling out "No funny business between the two of you!" after her as she bounded off into the maze of the bunker.
He was left without his mother's warm embrace for a moment and he would look up and watch as she left the room. Where was she going? She had told him to stay here but he would stand up, not quite wanting her to leave yet. So he went over to her bed and decided that it was a good second climbed in, snuggling up under the blankets and happily breathing in her scent.
She was angry. That made sense. Sam couldn't help but flinch at the harshness of her words and tone, but knew that he deserved it fully. He also couldn't help but think what an amazing hunter she must of been with an attitude like that. "I want to say I'm sorry. You know, for being such a jerk. I had no right to act like that and if anything I should of been helping you and trying to hunt down whatever took, and still has, my memories. he said, pausing and unable to meet her gaze. "If you ever want help with anything if be more than happy to help, and I want to know if there's anything I can do to maybe make up for how I acted?" Sam spoke, deciding to wait for her reaction to that and then decide whether or not to talk about the whole witch familiar thing. He did truly feel bad, Fawn would be able to tell that through the look in his averted gaze and his body language if she wanted to.
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Post by Pebble on Dec 11, 2016 18:07:37 GMT
Alula's skin crawled in anger and slight fear. He was back. She looked at him and, reading his body language, she felt he wasn't lying. His gaze was curious. A few words won't be too bad, would it? No... maybe if she muttered them or wasn't directly talking at him. Her green gaze narrowed. She grunted, showing just how much she disliked him. Now, she acted like a stubborn teenager and crossed her arms, spinning around and giving him the cold shoulder as she herself leaned against the wall. Surely he wouldn't try to continue a conversation? Could he not feel the hatred wafting off of her, the tired energy already radiating around her?
Fawn studied the male. He was meeting her gaze. That didn't seem like the Sam she knew. "Still has?" She raised an eyebrow, grunting. "Listen, I'm not sure whatever took your memories, and I don't even care any more but, you had no right to treat me the way you did. You didn't show me even a little bit of respect, much less wanting to help me. What makes you think I even want you're help?" She growled at him, shifting her weight to one him while he green eyes glowed a very dangerous and angry green.
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Post by Timur on Dec 13, 2016 4:15:42 GMT
Lucifer could definitely feel the hatred towards him, but that would only make him more curious. Yes he was known as the devil and Satan but surely he wasn't that bad now? Surely he had changed? How bad did his siblings think he was? "Alula please, I'm not like my brothers and sisters think. Whatever happened in that dream wasn't real, it wasn't actually me. I haven't truly done anything to you yet other than wait for you to wake up and ask you what happened. Surely you're not judging me by what they think? Please, Alula, give me a chance before you decide to hate me." the male said, a look of pain briefly crossing his face when he thought about what his angel siblings thought of him, but vanishing as soon as he could get it too.
Sam flinched again, her words hitting a nerve that hurt a lot. He really had screwed up hadn't he? His state of mind would cause him to basically restart his "speech", this time more emotional. "You have every right to be angry at me, but I'm sorry, I truly am. When I woke up that day I was confused, I didn't know what was going on, what was fact and what was fiction, what was real and what was not." he said. "I regret everything I did. Every time I hurt you, every moment I spent doing anything other than making things right. But all I did was mess up even more than I already had, screw up your life when that was the last thing you needed after the shittiest breakup ever. I'm sorry Fawnpelt." he continued, opening up a lot more than he ever had in the dream world. "I know you're mad, I know you're angry and pissed off at me, but please, give me a chance to prove that I'm not an asshole like I was in whatever that was?" Sam finished, his last sentence ending in more of a begging question than anything. A look of pain would be on his face and regret would flash in his eyes. He truly did want to make it up to her, even if he didn't know her that well he knew that he had messed up big time and it was the least she deserved. All he needed was for her to give him that chance. "Please." he added, his voice barely a whisper as it nearly cracked.
The younger Dean couldn't make out any words of what was being said, but could pick up on the tones and knew that mama fawn was angry. Should he go and try to help? Maybe he could calm her down. It sounded like a good idea, but like a bad idea at the same time. Angry mama fawn could be, well angry. He trusted that she wouldn't hurt him but he wasn't sure if he should intervene. After all things hadn't ended well last time he strayed from the area she told him to.
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