Pleases excuse ANY grammatical errors.

June 4, 1997

~DeVanté's P.O.V~

"I'm not getting in that water! There are sharks inside!" Tia told us as we tried to coax her into sliding down the slide and into the water.

"Try it!" I told her. "It's fun."

"You know what else is fun? Getting into this pool that isn't shark-infested." Tia smiled.

"Yo scared ass," I said cracking the hell up.

"Girl, get in the water!" Courtney tried to persuade her.

"The pool? No problem." Tia smiled then began to walk towards the pool.

Courtney grabbed her. "Girl, ain't shit gon' get you! Tell her!"

"Ain't shit gon' get you!" I told Tia all while mocking Courtney.

"Shut up, De," Courteney said laughing.

"Right, shut up De," Cole said laughing.

"That's why yo ass almost got left!" I joked with Cole.

Courtney turned to me. "Almost? His ass did get left. That's what happened when you eat seafood from a zero-starred hygiene restaurant."

"You almost ate there too!" Cole shot back.

"The hell I did!? I wasn't fuckin' my stomach up for nobody! That smell wasn't worth my health. Smelt like musty balls." Courteney sounded offended.

"That would be a reason for sharks wanting to eat us. We're taking their food from us. What if they could smell it in our cuts?" Tia raised her eyebrows looking stupid just like this dumb-ass question she just asked.

"You stupid as hell for that!" I said laughing. "Ain't shit gon' bite you. If anything yo ass gon' bite the shark with you always biting people and shit."

"I don't just bite PEOPLE. I bite people I know. You said you gon' throw me in there? I'd like to see you try." Tia folded her arms.

"Try? I can definitely accomplish throwin' yo lil ass in the water. Is that a challenge?" I asked her.

"Thought so..." She said about to walk off.

"You're definitely challenging me!" I grabbed her and threw her over my shoulder.

"DeVanté, put me down!" Tia screamed.

"Hell, nahh! You told me to throw you in there and that's what I'm about to do to yo ass" I sat her on the slide and pushed her down it.

"Shouldn't be talkin' shit!" Unc yelled out to her laughing and smoking a cigarette.

"DeVanté, I can't-" Before she could even finish her sentence, she was in the water and which got me cracking up.

"NEVER TELL A PERSON THEY WON'T DO SOMETHING!" Courtney yelled four to Tia who was constantly going underwater then back up.

"Is she- is she drowning?" I squinted out to the ocean.

Her uncle looked at me. "Hell na-"

"Oh, shit!" I jumped down into the water to help her. Once I grabbed her I HAD to apologize for almost killing her. "I'm sorry." I apologized.

Tia all of the sudden smirked while keeping her head above water. She dunked my head underwater and once I came back up I saw her ass swimming away. All this time she could swim. I know you fucking lying!

"Are you serious!?" I swam to the yacht's ladder. "You tellin' me that yo ass know how to swim?" I said climbing up the ladder right behind her.

Tia stopped then turned around to face me."I never told you I couldn't. You assumed I couldn't." She smiled then started climbing back up again. When we made it back up I stared at her with a squint. "What?" Her face still held that same smug smirk.

"What you mean, what? You faked it." I asked her.

"I'm sure that I'm not the first woman to fake it with you." Tia smiled.

"Hah, I see yo ass got jokes." I chuckled as she turned around.

"Nahh, I don't think my ass got jokes. I don't even think she's funny, in fact, she hasn't even said her first word." Tia turned back around to where her front faced me.

"Pffftttt!" JoJo made a loud ass fart noise walking past us. "I guess she just said her first word."

"You childish as I don't know what," Tia spoke through laughter then turned back to me. "You lucky I had my swim cap on when you threw me."

"You lucky I don't throw your ass back to the sharks." I mocked. "Besides, I ain't THROW yo ass. It was a little push. No wonder nobody tried to save yo ass. All this time you knew how to swim!"

"Next time, imma bite yo ass and you gon' THINK it's a shark." She tilted her head to the side with a smirk. "And yes, I know how to swim for a couple of years now."

"You eat ass?" JoJo asked her.

"JoJo, please stop. The heck I look like puttin' my face near somebody booty?" She laughed. "You know what the heck I meant."

"I mean, Faith said ate Biggie's ass." Jojo shrugged.

Mine and Tia's face twisted up. "I could've gone my WHOLE life without knowing that nasty ass shit," I said as the only response I could come up with.

Tia's head snapped my way. "LITERALLY!" She and Jojo laughed. "This is the '90s and not many people use wet wipes."

"Say that shit again," Thamar said butting in. "Niggas want you to go down on them but can't even wipe their asses. Be smelling like straight shut and swamp balls." She shook her head.

"Ummm... Okay." I said then turned away scratching my head because it's itching. We're now in Florida and it's hot as hell out here and it's going on five pm. The sun is beaming on my head.

"That's pretty disgusting. Did you continue or tell his nasty booty behind about himself? I'm curious to know." Tia asked her.

"Hell no!" Thamar frowned. "That'd be nasty as hell. I got my shit and left."

Tia wiped her forehead of imaginary sweat. "Whew, good." She exhaled.

"Right! I shared a few straws with your ass." Lizzo frowned.

"Yeah, yo ass probably shared a few TOO many straws with niggas!" K-Ci said walking past us.

"But I never smelt BO on Biggie. Sometimes he'd smell of sweat sometimes but that's about it." Tia shrugged. "It was a joke that I don't want NOBODY taking seriously."

"Okay! We get it!" JoJo told Tia.

"Just wanna clarify things." She shrugged.

"Nah, that nigga funky!" Pac butted in.

Ain't nobody paying attention to his ass. Well, Megan is but she trying to catch every nigga on the boat attention. She doesn't care if you're single or not. Yeah, I peep what the hell her messy ass is doing.

"This Florida sun and saltwater is jacking up your scalp." Tia looked at my scalp. "Well, my scalp isn't itchy. Luckily, I had on MY swim cap." She spoke in a childish manner while I blank-faced her. "But for real, why didn't you bring one? Saltwater isn't good for hair." Tia asked me in a serious tone.

"Well, I didn't think I needed one," I answered smartly.

"Don't be a smart aleck. I'm just trying to help you out. I know you've been inside beach water and ended the day with an itching scalp before."

"By teasing me? Pshh, yeah, okay..." I said only paying attention to the beginning of what she said.

"I have extras if you need one. All you have to do is ask." Tia shrugged sheepishly.

"You are being naggy as fuck! Damn!" I chuckled.

"What happened to yo ass being quiet? Shit!" Unc asked Tia.

"Only because I know it'd get on your nerves." Tia patted my shoulder with a chuckle. "You need to wash your hair."

"I'm not taking my hair down. I just got this shit done the other day." I told her.

"Has anybody ever told you that you could wash braids? Nah, because you think you know everything."

"That's you." I chuckled.

"That's you." She mocked. "Want me to wash your hair or not?"

"Yes." I sighed. "My shit is itchy as hell." I kept scratching my head.

"Which shit?" She raised her eyebrows.

"Stop playin' wit' me," I said laughing. "I ain't got that herpes shit. I stay protected."

"Newsflash, you can get herpes WITH a condom. Herpes sores can appear in many places on the genitalia." Tia raised then dropped her eyebrows then walked away. "Why are still standing there looking dumb? Come!" She motioned.

"Oh." I didn't know what the hell she where she was going or about to do. "My bad, you should've said something."

"Aww, Donald. It's not your fault that you stay oblivious." She squeezed my cheeks then continued walking.

"Fuck you," I said laughing.

"No, thank you! I don't want NOTHING that's itching." She joked as her nose twitched as we walked down the stairs. "I'm hungry and can't wait to eat. Ain't ate all day."

"Me too, except I ate something," I said closing her door.

"Hang-time curled all up, now YOU'RE the one with neck braids." Tia cracked then dug in her suitcase.

I sat down in a chair. "Why the hell you bring shampoo and whatever else you're looking for?"

"Just in case I forgot and pulled a YOU by getting in saltwater WITHOUT a swim cap." She back around, digging around in her suitcase. "You can't just grow your hair out and not know how to take care of it. Another thing is whoever it is that flatiron your hair sucks! That junk be looking stiff as a new cardboard box. I recommend you go to someone else because I can't be seen with a guy who walks around with stiff hair." She said falling over in laughter.

"That's why you just busted yo ass!" I hurled over laughing. Tia got back into her squatting position laughing. "But damn, you tellin' me this now? Why now and not then?"

"Well, when I first saw it, I thought you practiced on your own head." She raised one side of her mouth. "But I was wrong. Your hair didn't move not once with the wind blowing. It looked horrible and you took pictures with fans. I feel bad but then again you liked it so what the hey!" She stood back up with bottles and other things in her hands.

"I did think I look nice. Still do."

"Figures, but would you date a girl who wore stiff, flat-ironed hair?" She raised her eyebrows waiting for me to answer. "I thought so." She chuckled walking up to me. "Here, take this." She handed me the scarf.

"You sure YOU know what YOU'RE doing?" I asked, jerking my head away from her.

I'm joking though because she's helped me with my hair before, so all of this back and forth we're doing is just how we are. We fuck with each other like always. We both piss each other off sometimes just because we're bored or in a playful mood.

"You want my help or not?" She placed her hand on her hip.

"Only if you know what you're doing," I responded.

"How many people that didn't know what they were doing that you let touch your hair?" She retorted.

"A lot."

"Too DAMN many!" She emphasized.

"I go to the African stylist." I frowned. "They're black like us and know what they're doing."

"Being black doesn't automatically mean people know what they're doing to your hair. Hell, I still fly the same girl to Georgia that Ms. Angela Bassett recommended doing my braids YEARS ago. Natural hair isn't in and people are ONLY used to relaxed hair. I know a bunch of black folks that braid folks scalps in the process. Braids be tight as heck. Your hair a lot of times is really dry unless I add my touch to it."

I popped my mouth. "Mothafucka, you ain't no damn magician! Can I trust you with my hair or what?" I laughed.

"Trust me or keep scratching. You choose!" She walked into the bathroom.

"You choose." I mocked as she walked away. She peaked her head around the corner. "Help me, please." I scratched my itching head.

"Well, I thought you'd never ask." Her voice was full of sarcasm as she disappeared into the bathroom. "Are you coming?" She yelled out from the bathroom.

"Oh!" I got up and walked inside. "You always expect me to know what to do when you don't explain things to me."

"How else am I supposed to wash your hair? Ain't no sink in that dang bedroom." She raised her eyebrows while filling a squeeze bottle with water, but only halfway.

"I could think about a couple of things actually." I nodded.

She shook her head. "Disgusting. Go rinse your hair out in the tub."

I got up, squatted down, and turned on the tub. I leaned forward but I couldn't get close enough. "This faucet is too far."

"You're telling me that your giraffe neck having self can get in enough to reach the faucet?" She turned around for a split second but I didn't say shit. "Use the showered head, Donald." She spoke while looking down into the sink.

I got up then looked at the showerhead. "Do you want me to get in or stand beside the shower?"

"I got it, just sit at the edge of the tub. You're so difficult to deal with sometimes." Tia laughed. "Why in the hell would you stand outside of the shower, Donald? Make it make sense!" She hit the top of her head with her hand while talking.

"I don't know! You're so germaphobic that you can't take people doing certain things." I shrugged.

"True!" Tia nodded in agreement. "But I could always wash the tub out. Sit down and lie back." She said stepping into the tub. She's wearing a bathing suit, so her getting wet again isn't a problem.

As soon as I moved, I slipped and almost fell, but I grabbed the showerhead that just happens to be detachable to stable myself. I'm very lucky that it didn't detach as I stabled myself. I exhaled once I was standing stable. Tia was cracking up at me, not helping or anything. I slipped on the water that's still dripping from our swim clothes.

"That was close! Fuck you laughing fuh? Ain't shit funny!" Then I turned around to face her with a frown. "And you wasn't gon' help?"

She FINALLY caught her breath from laughing. "I WAS!" She spoke through her irritating ass laughter. "BUT- BUT-" She started back laughing with tears falling from her face.

"Ain't shit that funny! I could've hit my head and died."

"Be real! You know DAMN well I wasn't gon' let that junk happen." She said still laughing then attempted to stop. "Okay. Okay. Okay." She said trying to calm herself downed but burst into laughter once more.

"A detachable showerhead? This is what have the women talking about these days. They use it for special purposes."

Her laughter subsided then she looked at me. "Beats me, I'm just now realizing it's detachable." She chuckled nervously. "That's... Cool."

"Yeah, okay. I believe you. The same girl who has one in her bathroom at her house." I rolled my eyes then took a seat this time almost busting my ass.

"How'd you know I had on in my personal bathroom?" She asked and I turned around to face her.

"A couple of months back when I blasted you with the oozie then hid in it. I know yo ass remember that on account of how mad you were because you were studying at the time."

"Yes! I was pissed because you could've gotten it all over my textbooks!" She laughed.

"I was careful and didn't though."

"Just lie back." She rolled her eyeballs now holding the detachable head. "Don't talk stuff to someone who's holding a detachable showerhead." She sprayed a little onto my face from the inside of the tub.

I lied my head back on her thighs as she rinses my hair. Tia rinsed my hair out then had me sit there while she applied the diluted shampoo onto my scalp. "This helps to aim at the scalp because that's what's irritated. The soap will get to your braids anyways when I rinse." She explained.

"I'm listening," I said as she gently scrubbed my scalp.

"Feels good doesn't it?" I saw her smile as I enjoyed the feeling. "Don't do that."

"Do what?" I mumbled.

"Give me eye contact while you're moaning. It's weird."

"It didn't get weird until you said it. This ain't the first time you washed my hair, Tia." I closed my eyes to enjoy the feeling. I love getting my hair washed, shit feels good.

"Yeah, but this is the first time that we're both half-dressed while doing it."

"Mmhm," I mumbled then opened my eyes again. "You're the one making it weird."

"Nope. You made it weird by doing it. Sit up, so I can get in there good." She stood up. "My back is also hurting." She chuckled stretching then continued massaging my scalp. I slightly moaned. "You know, if Dalvin were to come in here, he'd think we were doing something. We're both half-dressed, in a bathroom and you're in here moaning." She joked.

"Dalvin already thinks we're doing some shit. He still believes we did something on April first." I laughed with my eyes closed.

"Dalvin still thinks we've done things YEARS ago." She added while sitting down on the edge of the tub. We're letting the conditioner do its job.

"To be fair, those were some awkward-ass situations. I would've drawn a conclusion too if I had caught him in similar predicaments."

"Some were but I don't think him walking in all those times was coincidental." She replied.

"But we'll never know. Unless..." I trailed off.

"Unless we set him up." She smirked. "Lean back so I can rinse."

After rinsing the conditioner out of my hair, we went back into her room. "I don't think we should do it here though. If my uncle sees or hears anything he'll believe it from then on and TEASE me about it. Then the family will know and I don't wanna hear their bull."

"We'll think of something. We always do." I hunted at her which made her laugh. That tells me she read my mind.

"True. I'll towel dry your scalp a little more than halfway. Maybe 60 to 70 percent."

"Maybe Dalvin just has 'PERFECT' timing and it is just coincidental."

"Or some kind of sixth sense. He seems to ALWAYS KNOW when we're near each other. He senses it." Tia added to my theory then looked at the door. "I'm surprised he hasn't busted through the door yet."

We squinted at each other. "NAHHHH!" We said in sync.

"I didn't know you got a belly button piercing," I said eyeing her belly button as she stood in front of me. "It looks... Off."

"It's because these are fake. These are those stick things that you get from the beauty supply." She laughed. "I'm thinking about piercing though but I'm scared."

"Fuck you scared of?" I frowned looking up at her. "Your nonreligious RELIGIOUS ass. What you tryna get?"

"I don't know if I want my nipples, bellybutton, or tongue pierced."

"Get all three. SIMPLE." I replied.

"That's the thing, I only want one of the three."

"It doesn't seem like it since you listed off three things to me." I raised my eyebrows.

"Now, I'm just going to blowdry your hang-time so they will hang like they did when you first got on here." She said going back to her suitcase.

"Cool and I don't mean to sound cheap like yo cheap ass but I need my money's worth when I talked about my hair."

She popped her mouth then popped me when she got back over. "I'm not cheap, I'm smart. They try to trick you by saying things are name brand. Then you check the back and they have the SAME exact ingredients or materials. I try to put people on game but y'all too lost on the sauce."

"You don't even talk like that. Talking 'bout some lost in the sauce. The only sauce you know about is that nasty ass ketchup you like."

"Boy, boo! Ketchup is the bomb and it's the start and base of all the sauces. BBQ, hot sauce. It's started it all, BABY!" She said then turned the blow dryer off. Tia then began to lubricate her fingers with oil. "Ever tried peppermint oil?" She asked standing in front of me.

"Eatin' it?" I asked.

"No, stupid! For your hair. It feels good. It gives you that feeling when you've just brushed your teeth except on your scalp."

"Put it on me then."

"Alright." She walked closer then rubbed what she had on her fingers into the ends of my braids. She grabbed the bottle that reads 'Peppermint Oil'. "Get ready because your scalp is about to feel brand new." She threw her head back. "Ahhh, no pun intended."

"You wack as hell."

"I get it from you, De!" She said bouncing her shoulders. She squirted some onto my scalp and rubbed it in.

"Ahhh, shit. This DOES feel good."

"Mmhm, told you." She said rubbing it between each braid.

I've never seen her in a bathing suit. Hell, not even a swimsuit. I'm not going to lie, she looks good. My eyes began to slowly trace over every curve of her body as she stood with her legs on both sides of my left leg. My eyes stopped a few inches under her neck. Her nipples are poking out due to her wet shirt which I've been trying to avoid but I can't.

"You probably shouldn't pierce your nipples," I told her.

"Why?" She was almost done with oiling my scalp.

"You said you hate when people focus on your titties instead of your face when they speak to you. It'll cause people to do it more often. Nipples cause attention. Nipples on women that is." I told her still looking. I guess I'm no better since I'm technically speaking to her while staring.

"You could've just said breast but that ending part is false." She looked down at me.

"What I say?" I said confused.

"Nipples on women cause attention. It draws attention to men as well. Shirtless men with a nice build is enticing to the eye. I love it." She shrugged.

"Oh!" I said remembering what I said to her.

"Mmhm, but the thing is with me is that in business settings, I make sure my nipples are covered. They just like to stare. That's another reason why as a child, I hated having big breasts. Having to be in elementary and your GROWN male teachers doing it is uncomfortable." She chuckled.

"I feel what you're saying but now they aren't. They're poking through your top." I responded.

"I know, and I can't help that because it's wet. The thing is I'm not in a business setting, I'm on a small cruise. They can poke out as much as they like."

"You DID say that." I snapped my fingers.

"Yeah, but you were halfway listening to me because you're staring too." She looked down at me then put everything back up.

"What?" I asked. "How?"

"Yes, I felt you staring too. You probably didn't hear everything I said did you?"

"I did. I was listening to you."

Tia raises her eyebrows at me. "Oh, yeah? Repeat everything I said verbatim."

"I-I can't say what you said WORD FOR WORD. You said male teachers wouldn't look you in the face in school and you hated it." I stated cooley.

"AND?"

"I was specific with the kind of school I was talking about. I also expressed how it just brings back memories to then when it happens now. Especially with the age difference of the men I do business with. OLD perverts with children or grandchildren my age." She smirked. "You weren't paying attention to much of anything I said." She shook her head at me laughing. "I guess what we have today is a young pervert."

"I'm not a pervert but I was looking," I told her. Okay, maybe I did tune out but it's because I was in deep thought. She went into the bathroom and most likely washed her hands then came back out.

"That sentence somehow made sense to you before it came out of your mouth." She began walking to the door.

"Yeah, let's get out of here before Dalvin draws conclusions." I chuckled skipping over what she was talking about.

I opened the door and let allowed Tia walked out first. We went back out the stairs to see everyone fixing their plates.

"We came just in time," Tia whispered excitedly.

"For real." I began rubbing my hands together while Tia skipped away to the food table.

"Fuck was y'all doin'?" Jojo asked coming up to me. His ass was holding his plate and eating.

"Gettin' my hair washed," I said still walking.

"It doesn't take anyone as long as it took y'all to wash your hair," Jojo said hinting at something.

"Well, it did with mines."

"How the hell you wash your hair when you still got braids in your head?" He asked.

"I got it washed with my braids." I grabbed a plate.

"That's funny because Dalvin was coming to your room to get you before these sucks eat up the food. He came back without you and I asked him about it. He said he ain't wanna bother y'all and that he heard moaning coming from Tia's room." Jojo smacked in my ear. "Her uncle is on here and that's disrespectful."

"How many times you fucked in your parents' basement while they were home?" I questioned.

"So y'all did fuck!" He said catching me off guard.

"I ain't say all that. We ain't did shit but I was moaning."

"Who just moans for no reason?" Jojo looked at me.

"That scalp massage while washing feels good as hell, especially after since it was all itchy and irritated before then. Also because she put peppermint sauce on my scalp, but yo bald-headed ass wouldn't know shit about hair." I patted the top of his bald head.

"Is that what I'm smellin'? That peppermint scent is strong as hell. Got my nose unstuffed in this hot-ass Florida weather." Jojo laughed. "I figured Dalvin was just tripping like always. Ion shit she would fuck you on a boat with her people on it IF at all!" He laughed.

"Fuck you. You just mad because I look good." I said joking with Jojo.

"I'm the best JODECI member and you better remember that shit." Jojo put his spoon down to tell me this.

"Pshh, a'ight." I chuckled.

"On a real note. That's not something she'd do but you on the other hand I wouldn't put it past you with cho nasty ass." He pushed my shoulder.

"Me? Fuck somebody on a boat?" I raise my eyebrows with my finger to my chest. "Okay, it does sound like me." I chuckled. "But we ain't did shit."

"See and damn stop repeating that shit before you cause attention to yourself," Jojo whispered.

After I fixed my plate, I sat down and started eating. Music was playing and shit. Her uncle wanted control of the music during the whole trip but I'm not complaining because he plays that good shit. Shit about love and making love. I sat there eating and jamming to the music.

As a music producer, you pay attention to every little detail within a song. I always tend to point out every instrument, and what notes are used. There's also me thinking about what other songs sampled the song I'm listening to or of the song I'm listening to was sampled itself. Music almost always puts me in work mode, and when I can finally enjoy it, I do.

"You are disgusting." I frowned at Tia.

"That's you're opinion, big head." She smiled at me from across the table. Then continued eating a fruit salad with unsweetened apple sauce as dressing. It's a side dish to that fried chicken she got.

"You eat that shit a lot, but that's nasty," I told her.

"It's better to KNOW what I'm eating and not having an allergic reaction. Healthy!" She laughed.

"You had an allergic reaction to grapes so healthy doesn't matter!" I shot back.

"They were seedless aka NOT NATURAL." She shot back.

"Shut the hell up! Shit!" Unc yelled at us. "I'm tryna listen to my damn music. Shit."

"He started it," Tia said pointing to me then stuck her tongue out at me.

"And I'm ending it, shit!" Unc yelled. "The fuck."

"And you eatin' fried chicken." I pointed out. "That shit is pumped up with all kind of shit."

"Nigga, you cuss too damn much! Shit." Unc told me.

EVERYBODY looked at him. "LITERALLY all you've been doing these two days!" Tia said laughing.

"EXACTLY!" I agreed.

"A'ight mothafuckas!" Unc shouted then turned up the music.

Right now, Jam Tonight by Freddie Jackson is playing. I JUST finished eating as everybody started dancing around playfully.

"Alright naa, unc!" Tia called out as he started dancing and singing with his arms wide open. You know K-Ci had to join in.

"This that good shit," Cole said nodding his head to the beat and tapping on the table.

"Hell yeah, nigga." Pac dapped up Cole then started dancing around.

"Sit cho mothafuckin' ass down right now! You KNOW you can't dance. All I see is head and that's the ONLY thing on beat, nigga." Unc told Pac while still dancing.

"I can dance. I don't know what you talkin' 'bout." Pac continued to dance.

"Man, you dancing fast as hell to a slow song!" Cole called Pac out.

"I was gon' say that!" I said laughing.

"Mothafucka you can't dance either! Show me what you got!" Pac told me.

"I KNOW I can't dance. I can ride the beat and at least step." I said getting up and started stepping to the beat.

"Get that shit, De!" Jacob yelled to me hyping me up.

Tia joined me and grabbed my hand. "Let's show 'em." She said dancing with me. In actuality we both suck and we both know it.

"Aye, aye, aye!" Woody said hitting that shoulder move. "Come on, sis!" He grabbed Thamar's hand as they started to dance together. Cole and Courtney started dancing together.

"Monkey see, monkey do," I told Woody and Cole laughing. "We the blueprint for y'all fools."

"Tell 'em, De." Tia egged me on.

"If anything, nigga, I'm the blueprint!" Unc shouted to us at a far distance.

Of course, everything isn't going to stay drama-free through the rest of the trip. Something always has to happen...

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