“Sure, love happens,” he said finally. “But it’s better to be realistic so shit’s not constantly blowing up in your face. And love is way more likely to blow up in your face than to bring eternal happiness. And if
it doesn’t hurt you, then you’re the one hurting someone else.”

- Augustus Everett from the Beach Read by Emily Henry

I found that quote in a book (a good one) that I read just after I had posted the previous chapter of Operation Falling and immediately, what came to mind was this is exactly something Michael could have said so I immediately copied it and decided that I was including it in this chapter.

Although love can be a beautiful thing, we can't deny that sometimes, it brings hurt along with it. What we all just want and hope is that we find comfort in those beautiful moments we've had and that it continues to remain beautiful. We all just want our happy ending.

So here's to wishing everyone has their own happy ending 🤗.

Let's return to Michael and Cynthia's world now, shall we? Favourites are going to start changing 😌. Hang on for the ride.

Happy reading!!!!

***

Chapter Fifty Seven

MICHAEL

I'm about to lose my mind.

That's exactly what will happen if I don't get explanations to the stunt Peter just pulled at the cafeteria.

How long?

How long has this shit been going on?

And what the hell does he keep trying to prove?

I drive as fast as I can to his place because I need him to repeat everything he told me on the phone to my face so I know he's not just making shit up.

Thanks to him, Cynthia had been pissed at me and our date had been ruined.

Everything I had planned to tell her had seem less important at that moment and with the way things are going, I doubt I will ever be able to tell her. Not with Peter being a constant obstacle in my way.

He definitely dislikes me and I don't know why. It's tiring, really. Knowing that he doesn't like me from the very beginning and seeing that dislike grow to something deeper, that's the only valid explanation as to why he's willing to go this far to keep the truth from Cynthia. To ruin the relationship I am even yet to have with her.

He knows I have deep feelings for her and he also knows that if she finds out the truth about our agreement in another way or from another person, it can ruin our relationship forever.

The only way I can at least retain some points with her is if I'm the one to tell her the truth because I know how disappointed and hurt she's going to be if she hears it from someone else.

And yet, he still wants to deprive me of that too.

If only I hadn't agreed to his stupid proposition in the first place, I wouldn't be involved in all this shit with him. Right now, I'm currently feeling like I fell into a trap by agreeing to the deal that day.

I finally get to his place and don't even bother driving into his compound. Although it seems like he knew I would be coming because his gate and front door are both unlocked.

I march into his apartment and find him in front of his TV, playing COD like he didn't just reveal something that's enough to leave me rattled and subsequently ruin my date with Cynthia.

"What the hell were those screenshots you sent to me?" I ground out, waiting for him to finally acknowledge my presence and turn around so we can actually talk.

He only shrugs and then gives one of the enemies an headshot, still not bothered enough to turn to look at me.

He's got to be kidding me.

I head towards where the TV is plugged and remove its plug from the socket then go to stand in front of him so he can see that I'm not here to mess around.

"What were those screenshots you sent to me?" I ask again, my hands clenching into fists.

"Wow. You look like you want to punch me so bad." He grins, annoying me even more. He's not wrong though, I really want to punch that foolish grin off his face.

"Is this a joke to you?" I ask, barely restraining myself from grabbing him from where he's still seated on the floor and giving him a good beating. Both of us knows he has no chance against me if we decide to engage in a brawl. I wasn't involved in an underground fighting and got arrested for it for nothing.

He rolls his eyes and stands up, "What do you want?"

Is he serious right now?

He called me and told me that he has been in contact with my dad and he won't hesitate to tell him everything that's been going on in the school if I so much as mention anything about the agreement to Cynthia and even sent me screenshots of their chats to prove the truth. And he's still asking me what I want?!

I mean, he knows exactly how I feel about my dad. About how he used to treat me and the nightmares I get because of him and still goes behind my back to talk to him. And he didn't expect this much when he decided to drop that information on me to keep me from talking to Cynthia?

"Why are you and my dad having conversations?"

He sits on the chair and smiles at me, "You might want to sit while I explain."

I ignore him and he shrugs.

"Suit yourself."

"Start explaining." I glare at him.

"Well, then. It started two years ago." He starts nonchalantly but that's enough to let my blood surge through my entire body. My heart pounding. Two whole fucking years. This time, I grab him by the collar of the shirt he's wearing, almost choking him with it.

"You've been doing this for two years? Going behind my back like that?" I wish my voice would sound more firm but it sounds quiet and shaky. The fury in me is so overwhelming that my hands are even trembling.

"Hey, relax. If you hold me like this, how do you expect to know exactly what happened." He replies calmly, not even fazed by my anger.

I swallow hard, using every ounce of my self control to let go of him and he makes a show of smoothing out his clothes and sitting again, crossing his legs at the ankle. Looking so relaxed, like he isn't about to hurt me with whatever he's about to say.

"Remember that time you were doing those underground fighting stuff and you got arrested and had your face all over the news as the son of the Senator that's involved in illegal things?" He asks and when I don't reply, he continues. "Your dad approached all three of us. Me, Wole and Femi. He told us he needed us to tell him everything you are up to since we are all close friends."

My head shakes in disbelief. He's making shit up. There's no way what he's saying is true. The guys would have told me. Wole would surely have told me if it were true.

"You think I'm going to believe you?"

He chuckles, "Let me finish talking na. When he said that, Femi and Wole immediately said no, so I decided to play along and pretended to reject it too but there was no way I was going to actually let such an opportunity go. After we all left, I went back and we made a deal. He would pay me a hundred thousand naira monthly for daily updates on you."

This time, I don't hold back, I throw him a punch. Just a little bit satisfied by the sound of my fist hitting his face.

How could he? How could he?!!

I know he never liked me but he went ahead to make a deal with my father? The one person I hate the most in this world?!

"So you decided to sell me out for a hundred thousand monthly?!!!" I scream. Anything to get the mounting anger off me. "You fucking piece of shit!!!"

He is still reeling from the punch, rubbing his cheek that was punched but I guess it wasn't enough to keep his mouth shut because he scoffs. The stupid ass scoffs!

"I needed the money! You should try living with my aunt and uncle and see if you wouldn't want to sell yourself out for money too!"

If what he just told me is to earn himself pity points, he is very mistaken.

"How much does he knows about my life? Did you tell him about Cynthia too? About how I left the business class he wants me to take and I'm now taking science classes instead? Just how much much does he knows?!!!"

This time, he straightens and smiles. An unsettling confidence coming unto him.

"Of course not. I'm not dumb. That's a trump card I'm not playing anytime soon."

I stare at him warily, my stomach churning. "What the hell are you talking about?"

"You will find out later." He smirks.

I grab him hard by his shirt again, letting him know I'm barely holding back and my patience is waning, "Listen here you bastard-

"No, you listen here." His voice turns bitter, cold. "If you don't want me telling your demon of a father about your little thing with Cynthia and subsequently ending it and forcing you to go live with him so you can continue living your nightmare, you are not going to tell Cynthia a single thing about our agreement."

My grip on his clothes loosen, my brain refusing to process what my ears have just heard. I stare at him, trying to figure out who is standing in front of me. There's no way I could have been so mistaken to think this guy in front of me was ever my friend.

"The only way you can get out of this is to send me a video, showing me you have fulfilled your side of the agreement, thereby making you the winner or I do the same. I'm the only one who can call this off." He finishes. A satisfied smile now playing on his face.

My hands begin to tremble, not out of anger or fury. But of fear, hurt, disbelief.

Now I know it was never about me. He knew what he was doing and he has  somehow managed to get me trapped, leaving me totally at loss of what to do. There's no questioning the fact that he can do it, his face already speaks volumes on what he has in mind.

On one hand is Cynthia, the girl who is making me want to believe in love again, making me want to have a happy ending with her. But choosing to tell her will mean I'm going to end up with my father and that's the very last thing I want.

And if I don't tell her and end up doing what Peter is asking me to do, our whole relationship will be based on a lie.

With a churning stomach and not saying another word to him, I turn around and head out of his house and his compound. I enter into my car and begin to drive home, my already unsettled stomach getting even more unsettled the more I think about my conversation with Peter. In the end, I'm unable to take it anymore so I pull up by the road and vomit all the pizza that I had eaten just this evening.

Tired and exhausted, I slump onto the floor and dial Kunle's number, barely managing to tell him where I am and to come and get me.

As I await his arrival, I can't help thinking about where everything had begun to go wrong.

This isn't how today was supposed to end.

It's so very far from it.

***

CYNTHIA

I get to the entrance of the house and the door opens before I can ring the doorbell.

Nanny is standing by the door and she smiles when she sees me before ushering me in. I enter to see Grace at the bottom of the stairs in the living room, also waiting for me.

She approaches me with an uneasy smile and squeezes my hand, confusing me. I give her a questioning look and she gives me a slight nod.

I'm just going to pretend that's not strange.

“As much as I would like to listen to you girls talk about Cynthia’s date, I’m feeling really sleepy. The both of you should head to the room because you're having school tomorrow.” Nanny tells us and we both nod.

“Hope you had fun, though?” She asks and comes close to give me a peck on my cheek.

“Yeah, I did.” I reply, not knowing if it's true or not. The first part of the date had been fun though.

“That’s good to hear.” She smiles. “Good night, dearies.”

“Good night, Nanny.” Grace and I respond and watch her head to her room.

“Are you alright?” Grace asks as soon as she thinks Nanny is out of hearing range but I wait until Nanny's receding figure reaches her room and closes the door to her room before replying.

"What do you mean by that question?"

I don't even know if I'm alright because honestly, I'm still bothered about everything that had happened at the mall and I'm still worried about Michael.

How does she even know something's wrong though?

She sighs heavily and gives me a look before speaking, "You know what? Let me allow you freshen up and then we talk." Then she lets out a small laugh, "Honestly, it feels like our roles got reversed. You're now the one that went on a date and I'm the one breaking the news to you."

As soon as she ends with that, I already know what she's talking about. I won't be surprised if she brings up something along the line of our picture getting taken and being posted on the school's WhatsApp group.

But since I agree with the fact that I need to take a bath first, I say nothing and proceed up to my room and into the bathroom.

In the bathroom, I give myself a mental reminder to call Michael or at least send a message so I can know how he's doing.

By the time I'm done bathing, Grace has already laid the bed and she's busy scrolling through her phone, waiting for me.

“Took you long enough.” She comments as I walk out of the bathroom. My body is wrapped in a towel.

Not really in the mood to engage in banters, I ignore her comments and go to my closet to get my pajamas.

"So what were you going to show me?" I ask as soon as I join her on the bed. She places her phone in front of her and gives me a sad smile.

"The date didn't end well, did it?" She asks, uncertainty in her voice.

I sigh, deciding to tell her the truth. There is no use hiding it in the first place so I nod in the affirmative. She gives me a small smile and squeezes my hand again.

"I was not going to believe the pictures and video that were posted in the group but as soon as you walked into the house and I saw the look on your face, every doubt I had about those pictures vanished."

I give her a tight smile. Of course, pictures of us were posted on the group. Not really surprising.

"So, were we followed like you and Femi?"

"No. I think this was really coincidental. The picture was posted by a student who ran into you guys at the mall." She explains and I nod.

"Can I see it?" I ask, trying to feign indifference.

She opens her phone and shows me the pictures she had seen and honestly, today just got a whole lot worse.

They were snapped when Michael left me at the restaurant and I was running after him. There's even a video of me calling out to him while I fumble with my heels to meet up with him.

I watch the video and the amount of embarrassment I feel as I see myself looking all desperate on the screen is enough to make me wish I could get swallowed by the ground. It doesn't matter what the back story is, I just made myself look like a girl who is pining for a guy who looks uninterested in me.

My classmates are surely going to have a field day with it. There's no chance I'm not going to be made fun of, not when the person who took the pictures gave it this mocking caption; Seems like there's trouble in Cynthia's paradise o. This is what happens when you think you are special when in reality, you're just one of the others.

Grace doesn't even let me scroll through what the others are saying before collecting the phone from me.

"You don't need to read what those morons are saying about you. But I will be lying if I tell you that I'm not curious about what happened that could have led to him leaving you behind in the restaurant."

I pull the blanket over my legs and snuggle into my bed, suddenly wanting to feel the softness of my pillow and blanket while I speak.

"I honestly can't say. He got a call and some messages and his entire demeanour changed. He called off the date and drove us home." I explain simply and she looks at me like I'm speaking a foreign language.

"That's it?" She gives me an expectant look.

"That's it."

"You didn't even ask him what the call and messages were about?"

"I asked him but he refused to tell me. That wasn't the only thing he didn't tell me."

"Hmm?" She raises an eyebrow.

"He was going to tell me something right before the call came through to his phone. And apparently, I wasn't going to like what he was going to tell me."

"Wow." She exhales. "What do you think he was going to tell you?"

"I have no idea."

"He's still going to tell you, right?"

I shrug, "He told me to come to the party he's throwing tomorrow so I can get answers."

"Oh, I think I heard about the party. I wasn't going to go or mention it because you wouldn't want to go either but what are you going to do now?"

"I should go. He told me he was going to make sure I'm never alone so I have nothing to be scared of. He also told me that he would help me convince Nanny if he has to." I tell her and she nods in understanding.

She then covers the blanket with her legs and snuggle into the bed so we are lying side by side.

"I have something to tell you too." She mentions.

"What's it?"

"I honestly don't know if I should be saying this now, especially after what had happened to your date with you and Michael but I need to let it out." She starts unsurely.

I give her an encouraging smile, "It's okay."

"I think I'm in love with Femi." She announces and I turn to look at her.

"For real?" I ask and she starts to smile.

"The truth is I've had a crush on Femi for a very long time."

I stare at her like she has grown two head, "You can't be serious. The Grace I used to know never had a relationship that lasted six months and you are telling me that you've had a crush on Femi for longer?"

She gives me a sheepish smile, "I'm sorry for not telling you all these while, it's just that you've never liked the guys from the start and I've always thought of them as good looking guys. It just won't make sense to tell you that I like him." She explains.

"You could have just told me though. I wasn't going to judge you."

She gives me a knowing look and a playful smile.

"Okay, maybe I would have judged a little." I agree and we both chuckle.

She smiles at me before continuing, "I guess it's because I've always liked him so it was easy to fall in love with him."

"How do you know you are in love with him?"

She explains without hesitation, "My thoughts are almost always about him, I'm always looking forward to seeing him and the time we spend together is golden. Right now, I'm wondering what he is doing. I even googled 'signs to know you are in love' to confirm it and guess what?"

"What?"

"I'm ninety-nine percent in love with him." She responds, earning a small laughter from me.

I know I was falling in love with Michael but if all what Grace said is what makes it confirmed that you are in love, I think it's safe to say that I love Michael.

“But I still don’t know how to tell him. I have a feeling he is in love with me too and he also doesn’t know how to tell me but I don’t want to push him away, what if love scares him like it scares Michael.” She continues and it immediately makes me sad.

“You know, when Michael was about to drop me off at home today, he was going to say it. Or maybe something close to it.” I tell her and she turns to look at me.

“How can you be so sure?”

"I don't know, it was just how he looked at me at that moment. His feelings were written very clearly in his eyes. He's in love with me and if he doesn't know it, I'm going to make him aware of it."

Her lips twitch, "You know, if I were to decide, I’ll say Michael is absolutely in love with you. You guys are trying to hide it by making it so obvious.”

“It’s just sad that I might not get to hear him tell me ‘I love you’, no matter how much he is attracted to me.” I reply, ignoring her statement.

“You know what, just give it a little time and before you know it, you both will be telling each other ‘I love you’ with stars in your eyes.” She says and I finally manage a smile.

“I really, really hope so.”  

We sleep together in silence for a while until I feel Grace’s hand suddenly grabbing mine.

“To the hope of finding love in return.” She says and raises our joined hands up.

“To the hope of finding love in return.” I reply and we both share a glance before bursting into laughter.

"I should call to check on him. I'm actually worried."

"Your phone is still in your bag." She tells me and then she's standing to get it for me.

At that moment, I could have done anything for her.

When she returns with the phone, I give her a grateful smile, "Thanks."

"No problem." She replies and snuggles back into the bed.

I dial Michael's number but it only ends up ringing and then going into voicemail. I try again and the same thing happens.

Grace and I exchange worried looks.

"He is probably okay, right?" I ask Grace, my voice sounding unsure.

"Yeah, he is." She reassures me. But I know we are both thinking the same thing and it's that he might not be okay.

"I'll just send him a message."

Michael, I just tried calling your number now but you aren't answering so I'm getting worried. You're okay, right? Please let me know.

I wait ten minutes for a response from him but when it seems like I won't be getting one, I drop my phone on the table beside the bed resignedly.

"I'm sure he's fine." Grace assures me again.

"I hope so. He looked far from fine when he took me home. It makes me wonder what was sent to him that could have affected him that much."

"I understand you, girlfriend. I know everything will begin to make sense soon." She squeezes my hand, assuring me then she grins.

"What are you going to do if Michael ends up asking you out?" She asks me. If she's trying to change the subject, it's working.

"I don't know because honestly, I don't even know if he would ever do that because I think he has commitment issues. This is someone who has never had a girlfriend and you think that's just going to change?"

She gives me a flat look, "Who was talking about being so sure that Michael is in love with her?"

"He might love me but he isn't even ready to accept it and you weren't there when he was talking about relationships. If you were, you would understand what I'm talking about."

"Okay then, let's just assume. What if-" She lay emphasis on the last two words and I would have rolled my eyes if I wasn't so tired. "What if he asked you out, would you say yes?"

If Michael should end up asking me out, I would only hesitate a little before agreeing. With John, it hadn't felt right and that's why I couldn't bring myself to be in a relationship with him. But with Michael, there's no doubt that he's the one I want to be with.

The only reason I would hesitate is because I wouldn't be sure if that's what he truly wants.

"Well, I do know that I'm in love with him."

"So does that mean you'll say yes to him if he asks you out?" She repeats.

"I'm actually not sure." 

She gives me a confused look and almost shouts, "But you just said you are in love with him!"

"Yeah but I am not sure he loves me. He isn't even sure he loves me."

"He likes you!"

"It's different!"

"How the hell is it different?" She asks but I don't respond so she continues, "You've never allowed yourself to be in a relationship because you wanted to be so sure that the person's your soulmate, the one for you. I know John is cancelled but he was in love with you and was even willing to wait for you but you didn't agree to date him because you felt something was holding you back. I tried to understand you, thinking it's because you couldn't love him and you were only infatuated with him but now, now there's someone you love, someone I think loves you too and what? You won't even give this a chance too?"

"I- I don't know, okay? I didn't date John not because I didn't like him but because I was sure he wasn't the one for me. What scares me now is I'm actually so convinced that the person I was looking for is Michael. I literally want to make him fall in love with me even if he doesn't love me by being in a relationship with him."

"And what's wrong with that?"

"What if he really doesn't love me and I'm just being way over my head? What if he hurts me and breaks my heart?"

Grace sighs and holds one of my hand, "Cynthia, I told you then, if you finally like someone and trust that person enough to give him your heart then every other things won't matter."

"I'm so confused."

"You know what, just sleep on it. Tomorrow is going to be a great day." She suddenly says, surprising me.

"I should sleep on it?" I ask again to be sure.

"Yeah, sleep on it." She repeats and then I let out a sigh. I switch off the lamp beside me and the entire room is engulfed in darkness.

"Goodnight, Cynthia." Grace mumbles and lay on her side. I know she's ready to fall asleep any minute from now.

"Goodnight, Grace." I reply her even though sleep is the last thing on my mind.

I lay there in the dark, thinking about today's events and about what I just found out.

I never thought it would happen in a thousand years, I didn't even come close to loving someone who went as far as confessing to me in the stadium in front of hundreds of students but now here I am, in love with someone I considered disgusting.

I'm in love with Michael.

I'm totally and utterly in love with him.

I let out a sigh and lay on my side too, deciding to welcome sleep.

***

I'm walking on a vast land with absolutely nothing around me, not even a tree or shrub is in sight. I have a vague feeling that I was walking with Grace but she's currently nowhere to be found.

I continue to walk - the sun deciding to shine down on the earth with its full prowess - and I start to feel tired. I look around for something to sit on for a while but there's nothing even as small as a pebble to be seen.

I begin to feel uneasy and lost until a figure suddenly appears a little far ahead of me. I squint my eyes to figure out who it is and my lips rise into a smile when I realise it's Michael.

Mustering all the strength that's left in me, I call out to him.

"Michael, wait up!"

He seems startled at first and looks at me like he doesn't recognise me.

"Michael, it's me. Cynthia." I remind him and he finally smiles. He puts his arm around mine and looks down at me fondly.

I return his smile and look around again. It just really seems strange to be walking with nothing around.

"Where are we going?" I finally ask after walking again for a while.

He shrugs before replying, "To anywhere our heart leads us."

Although I'm not satisfied with his answer, I say nothing and we continue to walk in comfortable silence.

'Both of you are alone. This is the best time to tell him how you feel.' My subconscious tells me.

This is definitely the best time to talk to him about my feelings for him.

I clear my throat loudly and he looks at me with a curious expression, "You have something to say?"

I stare down at my feet before replying, "Yeah, I do. Honestly, I knew for a while about my true feelings for you and the truth is that I've fallen in love with you. I came to that realisation a while back and had it confirmed just yesterday so I feel I should tell you."

I look at him hopefully, thinking this will finally be the push he needs to tell me how he feels too, but whatever reaction I was expecting from him is certainly not what he does. Because the next thing I know, he has removed his arm from around mine and has pushed me to the ground.

He sneers at me and I look up at him in confusion, "Michael, what's wrong?"

"What's wrong?" He asks like it's even ridiculous to repeat. "You love me that's what's wrong. You dumb, dumb girl. What were you expecting? That I tell you I love you back and what? Kiss you?" He ends with a mocking laugh and I can only stare uncomprehendingly at him.

"This- this can't be happening." I say quietly to myself. I close my eyes and shake my head vigorously, trying to remove the image from my head.

This isn't right. It's not true, whatever he is saying is not true.

I open my eyes and I have to blink once and then twice because the boy standing in front of me isn't Michael anymore.

It's- Peter?

He looks at me unsurely and starts to put his hand out to help me up but I can only stare at it.

"I'm really sorry, Cynthia. I'm sorry. You have every right to be angry with me because I am partly responsible for what's going on." He says with remorse, tears pooling in his eyes.

What is he saying?
Why is he sorry?
What the hell is happening?

"You didn't do anything. It was Michael, he did this."

"There are still some things you don't know, Cynthia." He responds and wipes the tears from his face. "Let me help you up and we will talk about it." He adds and puts his hand out again so I can hold onto it.

I try to grab his hand but there is suddenly a large space between us. I try again and the space gets wider then suddenly he is gone with a strong wind in his wake.

I close my eyes to prevent sand from getting in them and when it's over and I can finally open my eyes, Peter is no longer in front of me but someone else.

I look closely and see that it's John.

Why is he here and where is Peter? What the hell is happening?!

John starts to approach me and as he gets closer, I discover that he is laughing. Not just a soft chuckle or a snicker but a rib-cracking, grab-your-stomach laughter.

I then notice that he isn't just laughing, he is laughing at-

Me.

"Oh My! Cynthia, just look at you." He says amidst laughter and I stare blankly at him.

"I warned you! I told you that he isn't what he seems. I told you to stay away from him but you didn't. Now look at you, all alone and abandoned." He continues, still laughing maniacally.

"And it makes you happy?" I ask with disbelief and he nods, his laughter finally subduing.

"Of course, it does because it means that I finally have no competitor and you belong to me." He smiles and I glare at him.

"No, I don't belong to you. I've never and will never belong to you." I say with disgust and he chuckles.

"Really now?" He asks mockingly and I shoot him a death glare. He ignores my glare and sighs, his demeanour suddenly changing, "But Cynthia, who will help you get up if you don't allow me. Can't you see? You are all alone and I'm the only one willing to help you." He says and I suddenly begin to cry.

"It's not true. There are a lot of people that will help me." I tell him but somehow I know I'm just trying to convince myself.

"Look around for yourself, Cynthia. There's no one except me." He laughs and I do.

I look around and find out he is saying the truth. There's nobody, absolutely nobody in sight. It's only the two of us.

"So what do you say, Cynthia? Will you take my hand?" He asks and I stare at his hand, suddenly feeling helpless.

If he is right and I'm all alone, that will mean if I don't take his hand, I'll never get up.

But I don't want to take his hand.

"Come on, Cynthia. What are you waiting for?" He asks, practically shoving his hand in my face but I shake my head.

No, I won't take it.

"Come on, Cynthia." He insists but I shake my head again.

I don't want to take it.

"Take it, Cynthia."

No.

"Come on, grab it. It's your only hope."

No!

***

Things are building up and they are about to get messy. We are nearing the peak of the roller coaster, you know just before it gets to the edge and it comes spiralling down.

Lies will be told. Trust will be lost. Relationships will be broken.

I pray for the strength to be able to deliver all these and wisdom to deliver them in the best way possible.

Thank you all for still sticking around. It means a whole lot to me ❤️.

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