Please excuse ANY grammatical errors.

July 24, 1997

~Tia's P.O.V~

"Hello, Mr. Williams." I shook his hand with my gloved one.

"Hello, Mrs- I forgot it that quick. I'm sorry." He laughed.

"Ms." I corrected him because he used the wrong one. I'm not married or even close to it. "Ms. Andrews is my name, Mr. Williams." I nodded.

"You can call me Otis, Mr. Williams is my father. Might as well since we'll be seeing a lot of each other." He chuckled.

"Will do. It's nice to finally meet in person Mr. Otis." I smiled.

"Yes, yes. Take a seat." He told me, so I sat down on the cushioned chair and he followed suit. "So tell me, what made you interested in telling the story about the Temptations?"

"Well, I've always been into Motown music and The Five Heartbeats film is a slight imitation and admiration to Motown," I explained.

"I see. I do remember that movie and I understand that there were some troubles with that." He squinted.

I cleared my throat. "Yes, sir we did come across quite a few issues that were eventually solved. We had to change some things up because the people ahead of Motown thought it resembled Motown a little too much which I didn't know at the time of writing it." I nodded.

"Yes, so how long have you been a screenwriter? How many biopics have you done in total? I myself only saw the Tina Turner film and then The Five Heartbeats which wasn't really a biopic."

I folded my hands on my thighs. "Tina Turner is the only biopic that I've done so far," I replied. "And I've been a screenwriter all my life in my mind but I professionally started when I was nineteen years old. Straight of high school. The Five Heartbeats was actually my first introduction to it all which is why we ran in so many problems."

"Okay, and by the way that was a great movie. Both of the movies that I mentioned are spectacular. What interests you to do the Tina Turner biopic?" He asked.

"Thank you." I smiled. "I kinda just let things sit at the back of my mind for a while until I get enough courage to go through with it. I did and look what happened." I exhaled softly through my nose with a smile.

"That's good."

I grabbed my tape recorder. "So shall we start this thing up? Are you ready?" I questioned.

Mr. Otis hooded his head at me. "Of course."

I clicked the button on my recorder then looked down at my notepad. "When and where were you born Mr. Otis? How was your upbringing?"

"I was born in Texarkana, Texas on October 30, 1941. Many people don't know this but the last name Williams didn't come about until a little later in my life when my mother got remarried.
Otis Miles Senior is my birth father and I was a junior. Hazel Louise later given the last name Williams as well is my mother. My birth parents split a little after I was born and my mother made the big decision to move up north with her husband, leaving me to be raised by my grandparents. She wanted to settle before moving me up there too. I was a toddler during the time of her decision."

"You see, I grew up around the time of The Great Migration. That's where the black folks all moved up north for a better life AWAY from the Jim Crow south." He explained. "You know about that right?"

"Yes sir, I do. My grandparents were a part of the Great Migration. Either from Tennessee or Mississippi, they all went up north. Times were crazy." I shook my head at the thought. "Did you move to Detroit at the time or you just sort of found Detroit when you became older?"

"Yes, ma'am you are correct! My family settled in a house in Detroit, Michigan otherly known as the Motor City." He smiled. "I was finally able to move up north with my mother and stepfather when I was ten. Yes, that's how long it took for my family to get settled in and enough income to take care of me. I was ecstatic due to the good reputation the north had. Upon arrival, my happiness didn't diminish. There were so many big buildings up north and in the south that was VERY rare. I was amazed at the sight. A small little boy in a big city because Detroit is a big place." He laughed. "It was like NOTHING I had seen before."

"I know how the north and the south differ but in your own words could you tell me how it was different?" I asked.

"I can." He nodded with a smile. "Jim Crow laws did still exist up north but they weren't as prevalent as they were in the south. Also, the opportunities were much greater than they were in the south, hence why so many black folks migrated." He chuckled at the end. "Blacks were still paid less than their white counterparts and had separate water fountains, bathrooms, and schools. As the days went by Jim Crow seemed to no longer exist. I only noticed that it still did when The Temptations began to tour."

"What or who sparked your interests in singing?" I asked leaning a bit forward to release the tension in my back.

Mr. Otis sighed. "My surroundings! It was practically around me EVERYWHERE I went. It was Detroit and I couldn't get away from it if I tried.  Groups would sing on street corners and I was so amazed that I formed a group with my friends and we began doing the same. It was me either being an assembly worker or music. I do remember the exact moment it happened though.

"It was around 1958 and that's my junior year of high school. I ran as fast as I could to see the performance of many well-known artists today. When I got in there I called out for Al and when we opened the double doors to the performance, the Cadillacs were performing on stage. I was ecstatic!" He yelled out chuckling at the memory. "Perms were just as popular then as they are now except they don't burn as much as they used to. That same day, Al and I went into the barbershop asking for a hairstyle that needed a perm to work. It was BURNIN'!" He laughed loudly while clapping his hands.

"When my mother saw it she was surprised that I actually went through with it. My step-father didn't like it, he thought I was an embarrassment. He wanted me to wash or shave it off just as long as it was gone. I'll admit that I got a bit disrespectful towards him but I apologized because he's always done right by me and the man I looked up to.
During my senior year of high school is when things started to really kick it.

"It was 1959 which happens to be the year Berry Gordy created Motown Records. We were what do you kids use these days?" He asked then snapped his fingers.

"Ahh, feenin'!" His laugh resonated throughout the living room as he snapped his fingers in remembrance. "We were feenin' to get a record deal and/or manager and when the opportunity came we jumped at it. One day me and the fellas were singing. It was Al, whom I've mentioned earlier, Richard, and PeeWee. Some other groups outshined us because they had a bass singer and we didn't.

"That bass singer just so happened to be Melvin. One day, I chased him down the street calling his name but he was so fast and he took off. When I did finally catch up, I told him my true intentions then introduced myself. I wanted him to be added to the group but I had to ask his mother. His mother made me promise to take care of Melvin because he had been in too many groups already.

"Little did I find out, he had already done two records beforehand. During the conversation with his mother, Melvin was anticipating what his mother would say and hid behind the tree throughout the whole ordeal. He was always so skinny!" He chuckled and I smiled.

"My senior year is when I met my first wife Josephine Rogers. BEAUTIFUL! We followed her home."

My eyes widened after he said that then cleared my throat. "Y-you followed her home?" I rose my eyebrows.

"Yes, but it's not what you think. I promise!" He laughed waving his hands around. "We followed her home while singing an acapella. It was just like those old romance movies that used to play. That's where the idea came from. One day me and the fellas were necking our women in Al's ice cream truck. The people on the radio called our names on the radio and we jumped up at it. We got our 'opportunity' and to do so, we had to climb out a damn window. A window, can you believe that?"

I nodded my head chuckling. "A window? On what floor?" I asked.

"Like the third or fourth floor, I can't remember that but we had to go all the way to the basement. THAT Should've been a red flag because the lady ended up ripping us off." He shook his head from side to side then rested his chin between his index finger and thumb. "One good thing that did happen was that before she dropped us, we met Berry Gordy in the bathroom of the Community Center. We didn't immediately take action because we wanted to stay loyal to Johnnie Mae Matthews.

"She took our loyalty and stabbed us in the back. The other fellas gave up. Everybody but Melvin that is. Al came around but it wasn't so easy. We had the card Berry gave us but NO group. We ended up- NO, Melvin told me and Al that the guys we had words with wanted to apologize and join our group. It turns out he told them the same thing, so when we met up we were CONFUSED. The Primes were their previous groups. Those people were Paul Williams and Eddie Kendricks and they were smoooooth. They could really get down.

"I ended up getting along with them but Al just couldn't forget what happened I guess. Al was always hostile towards Paul. Al also started to change and I can't say it was the game because he was always late, and drunk. There is how the origin of the Temptations came about but that's not what our names were. You see, we changed our names to the Elgins and that was the name of wristwatches. We practiced together and walked up to Berry's studio confident, might I add. Outside we met David and Jimmy Ruffin.

"I went in and he wouldn't see us because of our name. We had to think of another name and we sat outside for hours just thinking of one. Paul is the one who came up with the name The Temptations and Berry LOVED it. He gave us a chance after we performed for him and a bunch of other people who worked with him. A handshake sealed the deal and we ran out of there screaming through the night. We finally had something to be proud of. That same day, I found out that Josephine was pregnant with Lamont." He said with his eyes watering.

I know it's because his son is now deceased. Seeing people cry is my weakness and if I don't catch myself it might be two crying people. My eyes watered but I blinked them away. I know what it's like to lose somebody close to you in a tragic accident at such a young age but it's HIS SON. No parent should have to bury their child.

Mr. Otis blinked his tears away. "I'm sorry." He chuckled embarrassedly.

"No, it's fine." I gave a reassuring smile.

He sniffled then inhaled. "So, we had to get Smokey's input in order for it to come out. That took a while too. We getting paid for performances but they were just covers of already made songs. It wasn't enough for our growing families. On New Year's day of '64, we performed for Motown's Label Party. Just about everyone under the label performed that night. Al was still hitting the bottle pretty hard and that's the night he was kicked out after getting into a fight with Paul. In the same night, we lost a member and gained another.

"David Ruffin! He added A LOT to our sound. We sang Shout. His brother Jimmy is the one who called him up there and it was a blessing and a curse for Eddie that is. I mean, it took a toll on the group as well but the David couldn't handle all the game we started to gain. It started going through his head and his nose. Anyways David asked us if he could join The Temptations. He fit right in at the time, we all got along. We brought him home for dinner and he told us about his childhood. He was beaten a lot by his father or mother's pimp. I can't remember." His eyebrows wrinkled.

"Pimp?" I questioned.

"Yeah, he said his mother sold him to a pimp that she couldn't pay off. I don't know... He said a lot of things that were debunked by another conversation." He shrugged. "I just know that the mood was brought down for a while until someone cracked a joke. David- David being in the group put us on the charts. Adding him was definitely a game-changer and the tour went smooth. Well, one thing that we forgot about was segregation laws down south and black were on one side and whites were on the other side watching us perform. It was a harsh reminder of how things were. The police made sure nobody crossed the segregation line."

"David- BOY, David sure did have a temper on him. He would take NOTHING from nobody and he didn't have to care about what the laws were. I remember our tour bus broke down in the country where there were houses MILES apart. I saw a couple of white boys drive past us but then they turned around and drove past us again. The only difference between the first and second time was them shooting at us. David chased after them angrily but I had to grab him because he was simply acting out of anger and not consequences.

David didn't have a gun, yet he was acting like it, and they did have a gun. He was a black man and they were white. If something happened back then to David, those two white boys would've gotten away with it." He shrugged. "On the road, we all started to cave into the superstar lifestyle. Sometimes we as people get urges and there are plenty of women who are willing to fulfill those urges because of who we are. You give in stupidity and just like that, my marriage went down the drain. Some of us started drinking, but ALL of us were cheating on our ladies waiting back home.

"I tried to make it up to Josephine by buying presents and whatnot but it was too late. I had already lost her trust and the distance between us from touring just made things worse. It was something that I just couldn't earn back. It was hard to deal with some I just had more women to try and get over it. I mean, at that time, I could definitely have any woman I wanted. That's why I was able to get ahold of Patti Labelle. When our first song which is My Girl became number one on the Top 100's we couldn't have felt more accomplished."

"Hold up. Wait." I stopped him. "You're just going to speed past you dating Patti Labelle? YOU dated Patti Labelle?" I asked surprised.

"Dated!?" Mr. Otis said offended. "We were engaged!" He said laughed. "Patti and I were engaged until I asked her to quit her career and become a housewife. She stopped me then and there! Patti has always been BOLD. She told me I was out of my mind and indeed I was, because look at who she is today. If things went as I had planned them, all that good music she records wouldn't be out. I guess I was traditional as well as a little hesitant about her being in that career field because I didn't want my karma from what I had done to Josephine."

"Got you!" I snapped my fingers. "That's interesting." I nodded.

"It is and it was known by many. Don't sound so surprised about that." Mr. Otis laughed. "Look at me. I am still a good-looking guy." He popped his collar on me. "After our music started hitting the top of the charts, David became someone none of us had known before..." He trailed off.

"How so? Was it drugs then or was he just temperamental?" I questioned.

"BOTH." Mr. Otis emphasized. "He started hanging with this guy who we later found out was his drug dealer, drug buddy, chauffeur, etc. How did he meet this guy?" Mr. Otis shrugged his shoulders. "Nobody knows. He just sorta starter hanging around David. We got tired of his moodiness and me and Melvin went to his house to see cocaine bags as well as lines of it across the table. We asked what it was but we had known because many people do it in the music business especially when it just came out and was popular.

"The mystery guy said it was candy and that candy was the cause of David's attitude. I told him to straighten up or he was out and YOU know I have no problem kicking people out of the group if they're causing problems. I don't what role they played but as far as I'm concerned, you don't care about yourself then you don't care about the group either. I remember the conversation word for word and if Melvin was here too, he'd tell you as well. God bless his soul." He crossed his chest.

"Can you recite it for me word for word? I want this film to be as accurate as possible." I told him.

"Sure, I can do that." He nodded. "So he asked Mel if he was okay with this because Mel is easygoing. Mel told him he'd miss David but didn't want him to hurt the group. David went off mind you, he was still high. This is what he said and I quote:

David, "Hurtin' the group!? I'm the best thing that happened to this damn group!"

Nobody is bigger than the group.

David, "Y'all ain't stupid... I'm the one that's sellin' the rekets! They comin' to see me.

They comin' to see the Temptations.

Then he had so much venom in his voice after I said that. His voice sounded disgusted when he said my name!

David, "Ain't NOBODY comin' to see you OTIS! You WISH you could work it the way I DO, but you CAN'T because there is ONLY ONE David Ruffin! Without him, the Temptations ain't nothin' but a group IN SEARCH of a David Ruffin! As a matter of fact, I been thinkin', we should call the group David Ruffin and the Temptations. Yeah... That sounds good to me... Y'all beggin' me not to leave ya!"

Then David starts to sing Ain't Too Proud to Beg! When he sang, he sounded good, high and all! But he was a DAMN fool if he thought that was going to happen! He repeated the name again I told him it'll never happen. He called after us when we started to walk off then said that he was kidding and we were too uptight. He told us bye and thanks for coming over ever so nicely. He promised he'd be at rehearsals and on time. That's something he was definitely lacking." Otis finished.

"Wow, so he basically thought he was above the rest of the group..." I trailed off in astonishment. "You know, that seems to happen a lot with boy bands and some girl ones too. People are letting their egos take over."

Mr. Otis nodded his head slowly. "EXACTLY. It's like people can't be in a group for too long or they start thinking the rest of the group is deadweight." Mr. Otis told me. "One day, Berry decided to hire a new manager for our group. The Supremes and the Temptations share the same manager. His name was Shelley Berger and this man meant business. We didn't believe in ourselves and didn't want to seem like sellouts to our black audience. Turns out it was a good move. We performed without David when we finally did make it or so we thought." He chuckled, wagging his index finger in an amusing manner.

"David always has tricks, huh?" I joked.

"Yes," Mr. Otis nodded. "This trick was unexpected. The mystery guy who David hung out with claimed to be David's new manager. They paid the spotlight guy to put the spotlight on David as he made his grand entrance into the room during the middle of our first song. David introduced us as David Ruffin and the Temptations. We were pissed! Paul was about to start on our next song but David snatched the mic from Paul. I'm sure that performance is out there somewhere. We were all a little tense but we still have it our all like always." He chuckled.

"David is BOLD!" I said laughing.

"ALWAYS!" Mr. Otis said agreeing with me laughing. "Boy, I look back on most of that stuff and laugh. Oh, yeah! I forgot to finish telling you about his temper. David and Tammy Terrell dated as we all know. Well, Tammy decided to speak to some people at the cookout we all attended. David was jealous because he KNEW Tammy could do better than him but she didn't know it herself. Yes, Tammy seemed tired of his bull but she put up with it for a while. Marvin Gaye was the same way with her too but people don't like to see the bad in their idols so they ignore it." Mr. Otis shook his head.

"Very true! They tell others to accept people as they are and don't acknowledge the bad, but just because you don't acknowledge it doesn't mean it didn't happen. If roles were reversed, things would be different. Accountability is equal to responsibility." I responded.

Why am I speaking between his stories? I have to, so I can be able to get an idea of his mannerisms. Also so the character on screen can match the person in real life. Biopics are a lot of work and people don't get enough credit for what they do. I took notice of his pauses, the way he says certain words, his facial expressions. I'm taking notes on it all.

"You got that right. Can't have one without the other." He laughed. I looked at my watch. "You have to go, huh?" He asked.

"Yes, sir I do," I responded.

"Yeah, me too." He chuckled.

"We'll have to continue this another time." I stood up. "I really enjoys today's stories." I smiled at him, pulling down my skirt.

"I enjoyed telling them to you. You know, you're a great interviewer. You asked questions, you paid close attention even though the recorder was taping our voices. You didn't tune out on me or anything. Even on the not-so-exciting parts." He chuckled standing up and wiggling around to get his bones back working how they should.

"Who would tune out on that? Also, thank you Mr. Otis for doing this and not changing up your decision when I got here. Thank you for your time." I smiled.

"You're welcome." He said as I gathered all of my things.

We both have to go coincidentally at the same time. He's currently going through a divorce, which is why I'm grateful for his time. We were supposed to have this meeting last month but it was postponed due to complications on both sides. I have to meet up with production for a movie we'll start working on tomorrow. It's a film starring Chris Tucker and Jackie Chan.

August 19, 1997

~DeVanté's P.O.V~

I stopped the beat. "No. No. Gotdamn it, no!" I sighed loudly, standing up.

"Nigga, what now? Shit!" Unc frowned at me.

"What n- nigga your vocals ain't coming out like they supposed to that's what! Put that damn cigarette out and maybe you would sound better!" I told him. "Taking puffs at every stop or pause we fuckin' make!"

"Nigga, don't you tell me I'm flat! I know what the fuck I'm doin'! Trust the process! Shit. Lemme do it how I'm gon' do it without you stopping me and maybe I won't have to take puffs! I can sing just well when the cigarette is in my mouth. Trust my process." He yelled back.

"Out of the booth. This shit ain't gon' work out." I sighed sitting back in my chair while shaking my head. I looked off to the side in irritation.

Unc came out of the booth staring at me. "What I do?"

"Man, you being unprofessional as shit. Do you wanna be here or not?" I asked unc standing up.

He has the nerve to look at me as if I'm the stupid one. "Hell, yeah nigga! I waited my whole life for this shit!" He said through the mic.

"Then you better act like it, mothafucka! You don't do this bullshit if you really wanna make it! I keep happening to tell you shit. You too old to be actin' like this. Straighten this shit up or you're done. I don't have time to keep telling you shit that you should already know. You're a grown-ass man. Take a break and drink some damn water or tea or leave." I plopped back in my seat.

Unc walked to the water dispenser. "Look man, why the hell you yellin'?"

"It seems like I gotta yell at yo ass for you to listen," I told him.

"I'm sorry. I'm just nervous. Smokin' is just a bad habit I picked up years ago. Sometimes I do it when I'm nervous." He said putting the cigarette out in the ashtray.

"You gon' have to learn how to listen to me, man, and stop wasting my damn time. Time is money and effort. I thought we established that during training? I know you've been singing and shit for years but I've been doing this shit PROFESSIONALLY since I was young. YOU trust MY process. I'm the boss and what I say goes because I know what the fuck I'm doing. You gotta get used to people younger than you giving you orders. You just gotta get used to that shit because that shit even happens in Corporate America. Fix that shit. I won't tell you again." I pointed at him frustrated.

"I feel you and imma take that advice." He nodded at me. "I'm sorry, man. Shit."

"Good," I said relaxing in the chair. "Whenever you're ready, go back in there and give it your all. Put more emotion in it. We need to sell the emotion just as much as the music."

"Alright, I got it, man." He said dowing another cup of water.

"I hope so..." I trailed off.

"Trust me. I got this shit, nigga." He laughed.

"Make me trust yo words, nigga. Show me." I pointed to the booth. He walked back into the booth and in front of the microphone. He put on the headset. "Ready?" I asked him.

"Yeah., I'm ready." He responded.

"From the first chorus and riff it like I did at the end," I told him now in work mode.

"When she starts bringin' up old dirt
And the fights keep getting worse
Findin' numbers in her purse
Better put that woman first
And you know she ain't wearin' her ring
When she starts playin' little games
Comin' in late from work
You better put that woman first."

Unc continued to sing and he is doing good. I didn't have to stop him again. This is only the second track this man has recorded and that's only from today. This man has wasted a lot of my time but we also got some things accomplished today. Other days he was half-assing it. When he was through singing, I turned on my mic. 

"Now, imma run the track back. Add some ad-libs. Alright?"

"A'ight nigga! I got it." He said through the mic.

I chuckled. "Ready?"

"For sho'!" He said hyped all up.

I rolled the tape then he added his ad-libs.

"Actin' like it really wasn't nothin'
{So many ways} kept to myself, always runnin'
{So many games} All that I sin
{So many words} I need you to stay
{Always came first} Even though sometimes falling'  second
{Came down to love} You know I had to learn a lesson
{Spendin' some time} Put in some work
{And for better or worse} Always put that woman first..."

After recording his ad-libs, he walked out of the booth. "That's what the fuck I'm talkin' 'bout!" I said standing up, then shaking him up.

"Hell, yeah!" He said laughing.

I pulled back. "I will tell you that you better stop wasting my damn time!" I pointed at him laughing. "Let's listen to this shit." I sat down and played the whole song back.

"Ooh... ooh... ooh... ooh... (Yeah)

If they gleam in the sun
And they shine while they spin and they
Fit on my truck then {I could remember}
And if it came in a sack
No stems, no seeds in the bag then {I could remember}
And if it dripped from my wrist
And it looked it shined like new then {I could remember}
But oh, girl
I forgot to be your lover
If it wasn't for the nine to five
Double up over time {I could remember}
If it wasn't for the Sunday All-Star
Weekend games, girl {I could remember}
And if it wasn't the dough
Getting fifty-G's a show, girl you know that, {I could remember}
But silly, me, silly me, oh
Tell me how could I ever forget to be your lover..."

The track continued to play as we listened to it bobbing our heads in enjoyment. After it played all the way through, I stood up.

"I think we got a hit!" I said full of energy. "This shit is dope as hell and don't need much mixing."

Unc held his closed fist in front of his mouth in disbelief. "Oh, SHIT! Nigga, I'm finna make my family proud!" He said hyped up.

"Alright, since we FINALLY finished this shit. We gon' practice that other song. We might not finish the vocals for THAT one today but we'll still work on it." I told him.

"Alright." He went back into the booth.

He was wasting my time the first half of our session but after me telling him about himself, we accomplished a lot. We did more than I thought, we even added more lyrics to some songs. I ain't just been lollygagging and having fun all this time. I've been busy as hell. Even on the little cruise, I was writing music and beatboxing beats into my recorder.

I now have a BUNCH of people under my label. I don't just have artists, I have remixers, arrangers, arrangers, dancers, engineers, etc. I have sort of like a camp thing going on. People under my old label didn't need me every step of the way they only presented me with their completed work. If that shit was wack, I tell they asses. I've always run my business like that. Having your own shit with a lot of people counting on you, and teaching is a lot of work.

Yes, I have my own studio at home in my basement BUT I NOW have a building. It's not huge but it has enough room for everyone and then some. I have four smaller recording booths, then there's the big room. I'm proud of myself because I've come so far. I know I say that a lot but at one point I could never imagine myself being content with who I am as a person. Life has treated me well and I was given so many chances that I WILL NEVER take for granted again.

"Man, I'm tired. My voice needs to rest." Unc said through the mic. "I'm getting hoarse from singing all day." He said tiredly. "I need some rest and it's late as fuck now."

I sighed because I'm a bit tired myself and one thing I have to remember is that people need rest and aren't like me. When I'm working, it's a continuous thing and when I burn out, I burn out. I'm not at the burnt-out stage just yet though.

"Alright," I told him. "I guess I'll see you in the morning."

"Nigga, it IS morning. It's almost an hour after midnight." He said through the mic then walked out.

I looked at my wristwatch. "Oh, shit! It is!" I said surprised. "Shit, my bad, man. You go home and get some sleep." I said standing up and stretching.

"A'ight!" Unc dapped me up then left in a rush. Damn, his ass must be really tired.

We surprisingly finished the vocals for a few songs but coming from me that's being an underachiever since I've completed ALBUMS in much less time. Something else that I no longer do is allow people to live with me. I've learned my damn lesson from the past. What happens under my household now STAYS within my house. I learned to separate my work life from my personal life. I walked out of the room and into the hallway.

"DeVanté," Keyshia (Cole) called out. "Do you I'm ready to record in the studio?" She asked me as we walked.

Author's Note: Shout out to BIGDADDYGUP  for giving me the whole idea about Tia being involved in the making of the Temptations. This was her whole idea and I told her I'd make sure to credit her. Couldn't break that promise! LMBO! Thanks for this awesome idea, girl!

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