UPDATES: I'm starting this book on 29th April 2022. I will be updating a chapter a week, or more- depending on how much my brain decides to work. Also the starting chapters are a bit long but they will get shorter.

《Selena Arabella Calos》

I have a weird relationship with mirrors.

In ways, they are my worst enemies because they make me see all my flaws. In other ways, they are my best friends because I'd probably look like a mess without them.

I try to avoid looking in mirrors as much as I can because, in short, I don't like what I see. Once upon a time, I liked my appearance, but the taunts I received from my family made me think otherwise. Now I can't even look at myself in the mirror without hating myself. When I used to look at myself before, I saw an average-looking girl, maybe even pretty. That's not the case anymore. When I look at myself now, for even a second, I see a potato- a regular boiled potato.

Now I'm just insulting potatoes.

Anyways, my family always told me I was ugly, fat, and dumb and that no one loved me. I tried to ignore them, but they were the people who were supposed to love me the most and the ones who knew me best, so after a while, I started believing them. Despite accepting their words, I always pretended otherwise because I didn't want anyone to know what I thought of myself. Because of this, I have become extremely good at hiding my emotions.

I have always thought I'm not worthy of being loved or too ugly for this world.

I try not to care about my family anymore. My parents are barely home because of their business, and my paternal Grandmother usually lives with my aunt.

Okay, back to mirrors. The thing is, my parents are obsessed with mirrors. There are mirrors everywhere in the house. The mirror I hate the most is the ceiling mirror above my bed. I don't know why my parents thought that was a good idea. The only thing that mirror does is terrify me every morning when I wake up. Just this morning, I woke up and started screaming because I thought that there was some sort of witch or demon above me when, in reality, it was only my reflection.

Even here, at my mother's office, there are too many mirrors. But I guess that's because models need them when they try on their clothes.

My mother, Aurora Calos, is the CEO of Georgia Ambrosia, a multi-million-dollar fashion empire she inherited from her mother, Georgia Ambrosia or Gigi, as we call her. Apart from my brother, Ajax, Gigi's the only person I'm close to within my family.

My elder brother, Ajax Maximus Calos, is my only brother and sibling, and he is... well, an idiot. Not academically speaking, he just graduated from Lithern, one of the best universities in the world, which is more than enough to prove his academic intelligence. What I meant was that he is an idiot, behaviour-wise. He's the sort of person who'll crack a joke so ridiculous that anyone will laugh at it. Other than that, he's overly dramatic. I'm not even exaggerating. He got a paper cut this one time, but he was so overdramatic about it that everyone thought he got shot or something.

Despite his silly behaviour, he is pretty successful. When he was eighteen, he started his tech company just to spite our parents. Now at twenty-two, he is a multi-millionaire. Jax was to take over our father's company when he got older. Our father was absolutely livid when he found out Jax decided to start his own company. I admire Jax for that, even though that left me no choice but to inherit both of my parents' companies.

Jax and I don't look alike; spare our hazel brown eyes, which we inherited from our mother. Jax has wavy blond hair, and I have straight, long, brown hair. Both of us have olive skin-which we inherited from our father. But because of how much time I spend outside, I'm a lot tanner than he is. He is really tall, and I'm the shortest person I know. 5'4 isn't that short, but when you spend most of your time with models who are over 5'7, you start feeling short.

Both Jax and I started working in our parents' companies when we turned 14. So he started working four years before me and had already started his company by the time I started working. I once wished to become a biomedical engineer, but since I have to inherit both my mother and father's company, I don't think that will be possible.

I glance at the mirror on the wall one last time and scowl.

Why did I have to have a terrible hair day today?

I slowly undo my hair and throw it into a bun.

There, that's better.

I turn around, sit on my chair, and put my head on the desk. I just finished reviewing all the documents Mother told me to for today, and I am exhausted. She gives me more work than most people here- and I get paid less than half of what they do.

I roll my eyes in exasperation when I hear a knock on the door. What now?

"Come in!" I answer, even though I am so not in the mood for any human interaction right now. I raise my head slightly to see the person who has knocked.

"Hi," A girl with long brunette hair says as she steps into the room. She doesn't seem like a model because she isn't dressed in any of my mother's designs. I'm pretty sure she isn't an assistant of my mother's, because she's dressed too casually and my mother wouldn't hire anyone who dresses like that at the office.

"Hey!" I greet her, smiling.

She looks around the empty room, then looks back at me and smiles. "I'm a new intern, and I was told this is where the rest of the interns are supposed to be."

Usually, I sit in my own office. Today is an exception because I have to supervise the interns for a reason only my mother knows, so I'm sitting in the interns' room.

"Oh yes, they just stepped out for lunch. The rest of the interns should be back soon."

"I'm just really nervous right now. This has been my dream for so long," the new intern tells me as she puts her things on her desk.

"Congratulations! What do you want to do in the future?" I'm absolutely terrible at small talk, and I feel like this is the safest question- unless she doesn't know the answer to that. Oh my God, should I ask something else?

"A designer, so this really is the best place to start. Oh, I almost forgot. Do you know where I can find Selena Calos?"

I smile at her awkwardly. "I am Selena Calos."

Her eyes widen in surprise. "Oh, I'm so sorry. I thought you were an intern. I-"

"I am sort of an intern, so it's fine," I say, waving my hand. What I said isn't exactly a lie because I still don't have an official role in the company, and I'm still learning everything.

I look at the girl and see that her previously casual attitude is gone, replaced by a tense one, and I know how she will treat me now- like I'm her boss, which is far from the truth.

I hate this. I hate how people treat me differently when they find out who I am. Of course, it does make my life easier, but most of the time, it's just frustrating.

"I had to inform you that Mrs Calos wants to see you in her office," she says nervously.

I groan as I stand up. "Can you tell my mother I will be there in five minutes?"

"Of course, it was nice to meet you, Ms Calos," she says, then quickly leaves the room.

Ugh, what does Mother want now? I think, rubbing my forehead, trying to get rid of my pre-existing headache, to withstand the new one I am bound to get.

I know I'm about to argue with my mother about my outfit. I'm wearing a lavender button-down shirt with high-waist black trousers and trainers, almost the same outfit as the new intern girl who just came in. It's not something I would normally wear at the office; however, I am leaving early today to go somewhere, so I wanted to wear something comfortable.

A ping emits from my phone, indicating a message.

Lexi: We're having lunch together today.

Me: I know.

Lexi: I just wanted to make sure you didn't forget and ditch me like last time.

Me: I assure you that I didn't forget last time.

Lexi: I hate you so much.

I roll my eyes and smile.

Me: The café near my mother's office, right?

Lexi: Yep. Be there in 30 minutes.

Me: I'll be there in 40.

I put my phone in my pocket. I'll probably be out of the office in 20 minutes to escape whatever conversation I have with my mother, but I love getting Lexi riled up, so I'll walk as slowly as possible to the café.

"Hey, Kate!" I greet my mother's assistant when I reach her office.

"Hey, Selena! You don't need to knock; just go in," She says and smiles. She glances at my mother's office door and whispers, "She's not alone. Your Grandmother is there too."

"Which one?" I ask her, praying she doesn't mean my father's mother.

"The short one," she replies carefully, expecting me to throw a tantrum. It wouldn't be the first time she's seen me throw one because of the Grandmother.

I sigh, defeated. Why is luck never on my side?

I take a deep breath and enter the room.

"What are you wearing?" Mother asks me, as her eyes widen when she sees me.

This is the reaction that I was expecting from her, but it still annoys me. I mean, it's an absolutely normal outfit to wear for ordinary people, but then my family isn't typical. They are obsessed with 'fancy, proper clothing'- whatever that's supposed to mean.

"What's wrong with what I'm wearing?" I ask her and raise my eyebrow.

"You are a girl," Mother starts, and I resist the urge to roll my eyes.

Thank you for the enlightening bit of information, Mother.

"...you should be wearing dresses and skirts, not trousers," Mother continues, and Grandmother agrees. I close my eyes and pinch the bridge of my nose.

Don't get mad, Lena; it's okay. It's not worth it.

"I feel more comfortable wearing trousers," I tell her in an even tone.

"Yes, that is because you have too much fat, so you feel self-conscious wearing anything that exposes a bit of skin," Grandmother says, and I resist the urge to roll my eyes.

Ah, how I wish I could say something to shut her up. She loves to taunt me in front of my mother so that I don't retaliate because if I did, mother dearest would think that I'm wrong and make me do who knows what. I hate Grandmother more than words can describe.

"She is right," Mother adds. "You need to lose weight. You should try eating less and exercising more."

I exercise enough-not that my family would know. They're too busy with their businesses to know anything about me. I close my eyes and repeatedly tell myself to breathe to calm down because getting mad at them isn't going to stop them. Honestly, when my mother called me to talk to me, I should have known they meant to taunt and not talk.

And as for eating less, I would rather not think about that- it just makes me hungry.

"Is that why you called me here?" I ask my mother calmly.

"No, I wanted to tell you that we have dinner with the Castello's tomorrow, and yes, you have to be there," She informs me.

"Where and when?" I also want to ask why, but I control myself. I don't want to stay here any longer than I have to.

"Solstice and at 7," she tells me, then starts discussing ways I can lose weight. Why can't they just leave me alone?

Their words have had a very negative effect on me. I have an average weight, yet I consider myself fat, so I conform to unhealthy eating habits, occasionally skipping meals to try and lose weight. In ways, I hate them for it.

I tune back into the conversation between my mother and Grandmother and thank the heavens that they have stopped talking about me instead of talking about business. I sigh and leave the office, happy that I didn't have to endure in hell for that long.

I step out of the building and smile. My anxiety has lessened so much now that I'm not near my family, which, if I think about it, is kind of sad, so I don't like thinking about it.

The fantastic weather also helps to lighten my mood. I look at the sky and close my eyes, basking in the warmth of the bright summer sun. Oh, how I wish every day could be like this.

I open my eyes after a minute and start walking on the busy sidewalk. This feeling of getting lost in the crowd is one of the best feelings ever. It's why I can never live in a small city.

I don't know if I really like feeling invisible or if it's just a coping mechanism. I feel like maybe it's the fact that I am always expected to stand out, so I feel more comfortable blending in. Or maybe-

Oh no. Not again!

I guess it's time to meet an old friend- the floor.

I'm very clumsy, so I trip almost every day, but tripping and facepalming the floor in a public place is incredibly embarrassing.

I hold out my arms, bracing for impact and trying to prevent the facepalm, but it doesn't come. Instead, somebody wraps their hands around my arms and pulls me up.

How very cliché, I know.

I open my eyes to thank the person who prevented me from falling on the concrete but freeze when I see him. By him, I mean the guy who caught me.

Oh wow, his eyes are beautiful. I blink as he helps me stand up properly. His eyes are a brilliant shade of blue- ocean blue, I think. The rest of his appearance is as beautiful as his eyes: tan skin, black hair, pink lips, and a chiselled jaw. He's wearing a suit, Saville Row, I think it is, so he's probably an executive. Maybe I'm wrong because he doesn't look much older than me. He can't be older than 25, but I'm not sure because looks can be deceiving.

Despite looking like an executive, he has an aura which feels almost dangerous- and it's addicting.

But his looks aren't what made me freeze. I freeze because he looks very familiar, and I feel like I should know him, but the more I look at him, the more I'm sure I have never seen him before.

"Are you okay?" He asks me, his voice deep and controlled- as if he's trying to refrain from scolding me for my clumsiness.

Lena, stop ogling at him like a creepy person!

"I- um, yes. I'm fine. Thank you so much," I reply, feeling flustered. I collect myself and give him a grateful smile.

"Are you sure?" He asks me, uncertain because of my disoriented state.

"Yes, I'm fine. Don't worry. This is an everyday occurrence."

The slightly annoyed expression on his face vanishes, and a ghost of a smile graces his face, but then he glances at my feet, and his smile widens. "How is it possible to trip in trainers?" He tilts his head in confusion.

"I have an exceptional talent. I can trip while standing," I tell him proudly, and he shakes his head in amusement.

"That's a very unique talent. You should be proud of yourself."

"Oh, I am."

I briefly wonder why it's so easy to talk to him and then realise that it's probably because he's a complete stranger, and I don't have to worry about seeing him ever again, so even if I embarrass myself, it doesn't matter.

"Ace," A man interrupts us.

"I will be with you in a second," the guy tells him, then turns to me. "Be careful. I'll not be there to catch you again."

I don't know why his words sound more like an order than a request, or maybe that's just my brain understanding his tone wrong. I mean, why would a stranger order me to be careful?

"I'll try to be. Thanks again." I look up at him and, for the first time, realise how tall he is, which makes me feel even shorter- wonderful.

"This was such a cliché meeting," he comments.

I bite my lip, and his eyes flicker to it for a second before returning to look into my eyes.

"I guess it was."

"And cliché meetings guarantee another run-in, so I guess I'll see you around," he says, then winks at me.

Okay, I think I just died.

"We'll see about that. Thanks again, and goodbye." I smile at him, then turn around and start walking again. I look back to see him talking to the man while looking at me.

Why am I getting the feeling that I have met him before, even if I don't really recognise him?

I spot the tall hooded figure of my best friend outside Meridy, the café where I am supposed to meet my friends.

"Sandy!" I shout to grab my best friend's attention.

It has been three days since we last met, but it feels like an eternity. That might be an exaggeration but because we have seen each other every day for the past three months, not meeting for three days feels like a lot.

We have been best friends ever since I was born. Our friendship is one of the few constants in my life. Another thing that I should mention is that 'Sandy' is a boy. A boy who, might I mention, does hate the name I call him. His name is actually Alessandro Moretti. But I like to call him Sandy because most of the people in our group used to be guys. I always wanted more girlfriends; thus, Alessandro became Sandy, and my other friend Alex became Lexi. They didn't like their nicknames much, but I didn't really care.

Alessandro has always been there for me- through thick and thin, and considering how messed up our families are- I don't know where we'd be if we weren't there for each other.

Not only that, but my friendships mostly don't last very long because when most people find out about my parents' wealth, they use me for their own good. Most of the people I am still friends with are the ones I have known since I was born.

He turns around, walks up to me, and hugs me.

"I'm not five anymore, Lena," he whispers while smiling.

"I know. Your mental age is one now," I tease him.

He narrows his stormy grey eyes at me, but he's smiling, so I know he's joking. "You're lucky I love you."

"Who doesn't?" I retort, and he flicks my forehead. "Anyways, where are the others?"

"Dead," he says dramatically, and I raise my eyebrow, unimpressed. "I'm just joking-"

"No, way! I thought you were bloody serious," I deadpan.

He rolls his eyes. "I hate you sometimes," he mutters, opening the door for me.

Just as we enter Meridy, someone... or more like two someones engulf me into a hug. We break apart when one of us falls.

"You bloody pushed me!" Blake accuses Alex as Natalie laughs at their stupidity.

Blake Graham is another of my childhood best friends, and Natalie is his sister. Natalie, or Nat as we call her, and I were never really close before, but after starting high school, we've gotten closer. She looks so similar to Blake, with her crystal blue eyes and pale blonde hair, that people often think they are twins, but Nat is a year older than Blake.

And lastly, Alexander Dakota Chevalier. He has light brown hair, bright green eyes, and a mischievous smirk that makes everyone think that he is always up to something, and to be fair, he usually is.

All of us have been inseparable since we were born. Of course, some of us are closer to each other than others. Blake and Alex are closer to each than they are to any of us, and Alessandro, Nat and I have a small group too.

"So, what if I fucking did?" Alex asks with his signature smirk.

Meridy is a relatively small café, so few people are here to witness our behaviour. Those who are here are used to it. Despite being small, it is beautiful. The walls are plain white, but the floor has black and white checked tiles. The high white tables are paired with black bar stools.

Blake glares at Alex before turning to me and smiling.

-

"Let's eat!"

"I think that's what we're here for, genius," Alex remarks quietly, but Blake hears him and hits him on the head.

"So, what are we eating?" I have to resist the urge to hit Blake; he has asked that question for the hundredth time since we have sat down, and it has only been five minutes.

"Ask that question one more time, and you won't ever eat again- not alive anyway," Alex replies while clenching his jaw.

Alessandro and Nat facepalm at Blake's stupidity and Alex's threat, and I bite my lip to keep myself from smiling.

"Why do you hate me?" Blake asks before pretending to wipe a tear from his eye and pouting.

Alex gives Blake a blank stare before looking at the menu again.

"Fine, be that way," Blake mummers, then starts talking to Alessandro about food.

I shake my head: Blake and his food.

"How were things at the office today?" Nat asks me, and I make a face.

"Witchy Bitch was there today," I tell her, referring to Grandmother.

"Ew, why?" She asks me, and I shrug.

"Why does she do anything? Thankfully I didn't have much of an interaction with her."

"So, what are you eating?" Alex whispers in my ear, distracting me from my conversation with Nat.

"A salad, I think. I'm not that hungry," I lie, and Alex frowns.

I am hungry- so hungry that I could eat a whole large pizza. I have done that before, and my stomach handled it, but my mind couldn't handle the guilt of eating so much, so I punished myself by not eating for a whole week after that. Yeah, my mind is definitely my worst enemy.

Even now, a part of my mind is screaming at me to eat something real, other than salad, but the other part is frowning at me for even eating the salad.

"Why?"

"Because I already ate," I answer, trying to keep a straight face so that Alex doesn't catch my lie.

I haven't eaten in two days, because I had a chocolate cake three days ago and I still feel guilty about that.

"Really? What did you eat?" He clearly doesn't believe me.

"A croissant," I reply because that's what I saw some girls at the office eating, and they were frowned upon because of that.

I mentally roll my eyes. Why do people get to judge what other people are eating? It's bad enough that our minds judge us, but other people's judgement can drive someone over the edge- I would know.

He bites his lip and opens his mouth to say something when the waiter comes to get our order. The waiter is, well, cute.

"Hello, my name is Finn. What can I get you today?" He asks.

"Hi! I'll have an avocado salad, please," I reply and send him a smile.

Alessandro's eyebrows knit in confusion, knowing how much I dislike avocados. He looks like he's about to say something, but I gently shake my head, and he sighs. He's the only one in our group- other than Nat- who knows about my struggle with food.

"Why would you want to eat that?" Alex asks me, and I shrug.

"Feel like it."

I don't actually feel like it, but I know I'll gain even more weight if I eat anything else and then neither my mind nor my family will stop taunting me about it.

"We would like to have 4 large pizzas and chocolate milkshakes," Alessandro says. He already knows what everyone will order because that is what we have every time we come to Meridy.

"And a double chocolate milkshake and a plate of chips," Alex says.

I internally grimace. He shouldn't have done that. I already have to have dinner tomorrow, and having so many carbohydrates right now isn't good for my health- or my sanity. I already feel sick just thinking about eating it.

Finn nods and smiles at me before going to the kitchen.

Nat wiggles her eyebrows at me. "He's cute, and he likes you," she comments after the waiter is out is sight.

"He is cute," I mull, looking at the kitchen door.

The first and last time I went on a date with a guy was almost six months ago. It would be an understatement to say that that date did not go well because I ended up dumping a glass of water on the guy's head.

But dating isn't that simple for me. I don't want to date someone I know I'll never have a future with. And unless this Finn is either Italian or the wealthiest person on the planet, I will never ever have a chance with him. These are the two conditions my parents have for any guy I even think about dating. My parents would agree with even one condition, but unfortunately, the server probably meets neither of them.

"Why don't you ask for his number then?" Alessandro replies.

"Why would she ask for his number? He may be cute, but he's not her type," Alex says, and we all look at him weirdly.

"Oh, so you know what my type is? Why don't you enlighten me?" I retort, already knowing what his answer is going to be. But he doesn't know how wrong he is, and I've never bothered to correct him.

He looks me in the eyes and brings his face closer to mine. His eyes are gorgeous sea-green, but looking into them, I can't help but think how much more beautiful a particular pair of ocean blue eyes are. Where have I seen that guy before?

"Me, I'm your type." He smirks, and I roll my eyes.

He's wrong, but I don't say anything. In another world, he would be perfect for me- he's everything a girl could want in a guy, but I don't feel for Alex what I should feel for someone I want to date. I don't feel for him what I felt for the guy I met this morning during our brief interaction.

My type is apparently dangerous, domineering blue-eyed strangers that I accidentally run into. And, well, Alex is far from that.

"Dream on, Lexi," I say, wearing a smirk of my own.

Alex dramatically places a hand on his chest. "Aw, darling, you wound me."

I roll my eyes again and look at Nat, who wiggles her eyebrows suggestively. I narrow my eyes at her, and she laughs. Nat thinks Alex and I will be perfect together.

I close my eyes and put my head on the table. Alex, like the waiter, does not meet any of my parent's conditions, so I don't have a future with him. His family isn't poor- they're well off, but for my parents, that is not enough. So even if I wanted to date him, I wouldn't because I wouldn't want to destroy our friendship over something that won't go anywhere.

My eyes snap open when I feel someone touch my hand. I look at Alex to see him smirking, discreetly, in my direction. I can hear the rest of them talking, but I don't bother trying to listen to what they're saying.

Just because I don't want to date Alex doesn't mean I won't mess back with him when he's messing with me.

Well, two can play the game, Lexi. I smile at him sweetly before entangling our fingers. He gives me a surprised look, but then I squeeze his hand tightly, and he grimaces. That's what he gets for messing with me.

... and now I sound like a five-year-old.

"Here's your order," the cute waiter, Finn, says as he puts the food on our table. Only when he leaves do I notice the napkin on the table with his number on it.

"You didn't even need to ask for it!" Alessandro waves the napkin in front of my face, and I laugh.

"I'm going to kill him." I hear Alex say.

"Why?" I question, even though I obviously know the reason. He's jealous. He has made it clear that he doesn't like it when other guys ask me out. I should tell him that he and I might never happen, so I will eventually have to date someone who isn't him.

"Because he gave you his number," Alex replies like it's the most obvious thing in the world- in his defence, it is obvious.

"So do many other boys," I say to annoy him more.

"Well, I-"

"Dude, stop being so fucking possessive; she's not your girlfriend yet," Alessandro interjects, sharing a knowing look with Alex.

What was that supposed to mean? I will have to grill Alessandro for information the next time we're together.

There is a ping on my phone, so I pick it up.

Nat: Well done! That's how you get him more riled up.

Me: I learned from the best.

Nat: *internally gasping* You called me the best?

"Are you seriously texting each other when you are sitting, not a foot away?" Blake asks us, and we shrug nonchalantly.

How else are we supposed to talk privately?

"Oh, would you look at that? I spilt my milkshake. Guess I need that napkin now," Alex says before snatching the napkin from Alessandro's hand and wiping the table with it.

I blink.

What. The. Actual. Hell.

He did not just do that.

"Hey! That was mine," I exclaim as I hit Alex's hand.

"Sorry," he replies, not looking at all like he is. I glare at him.

"You're coming to Lithern, right?" Alessandro asks me, changing the topic before I can say something to Alex.

"Yeah, I'm thinking about it, but if Lexi continues to be a jerk, then probably not," I say, narrowing my eyes at Alex. He bites his lip to suppress a smile.

"You know that's not possible, Ara," Alex smirks. Ugh, I hate that nickname so much, and that's probably why he still calls me that when he wants to annoy me.

"Screw him," Alessandro says, and Alex throws a straw at him. "I want my best friend there with me."

"I haven't really decided where I want to go yet."

"You got into Cansia, right?" Nat asks me.

"Yeah, Mother wants me to go there. And I might, because then you and I can be together," I tell her, and she squeals and hugs me.

"Traitor!" Alessandro shouts, and I roll my eyes.

"I said that I haven't decided yet. I may even end up going to Trinity. At least it will be far away from my parents."

"Abby is going there, so you'll probably have fun," Nat reminds me. Abigail, or Abby, is my cousin; she just so happens to be Nat and Blake's family friend. She's the sister that I never had.

"Hey! I'm going there too!" Blake exclaims, annoyed.

"Right, I completely forgot about you," Nat grins, and Blake scoffs, muttering something incoherent under his breath.

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A/N

Hi!

Hope you enjoyed the first chapter. If there's something you think can be improved please don't be afraid to like comment or message me or something.

Honestly, these author's notes are mostly going to be random rants or well if not rants random thoughts- because that's what I am, a random person.

I'm not going to be ranting in this A/N. I'll just introduce myself and well, that's it. Also you can introduce yourself in the comments here.

I'm Ashley (you can call me Ash, Shay, A or even cookie). I'm currently 20 and this is the first book that I am publishing on Wattpad. This isn't the first version of this book though. The first version that was uploaded here had about 5K reads but I didn't like it at all and I took it down (I was 16 when I started writing that so it's lowkey understandable that I didn't like what I wrote then). This version though, I have promised myself, I am not going to take down and keep on updating it. It's fun for me to write this story so I hope you have as much fun reading it. Yeah, I guess that's all. I'm terrible at introductions as you could probably tell.

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