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(A/N: Get ready for a very long chapter)

Chapter 37: Carnaval del Barrio

Mark had just pulled the keys out of his car and turned to find that Mason was already running for the entrance.

"Come on!" He yelled impatiently, looking back over his shoulder at Mark who still wasn't out of the car. "Let's go!"

Mark chuckled to himself, slipping his keys and wallet into his pockets before leaving the car. Mason watched this all, standing there with an impatient frown on his face. He had to stop because Mark wasn't going to run and he didn't feel like talking to the employees alone. Finally, Mark caught up to him and they started walking together to the carnival entrance.

As they approached the stands where they had to pay to enter, Mason began to bounce on the balls of his feet. Mark watched this all with a mirthful smile.

"I thought you had organized this date to be nice but now I think you just wanted someone to come with you." Mark commented with a laugh when Mason went up on his toes to get a better view of the front of the line.

Mason dropped to his heels with a huff, rolling his eyes at Mark.

"Fine then, you don't have to come. I can just pay for myself." Mason retorted, raising a brow at Mark, betting him to protest. Mark pursed his lips but remained quiet to Mason's satisfaction. "Good. Let's get inside, shall we?"

As Mason had planned, he did end up paying the entrance fee and buying a ton of tickets. Mark had planned many dates for them before, taking a more dominant role in their relationship, but Mason wanted to do something for him this time. So even though the prices were a bit unreasonable--why was there an entrance fee and a ticket fee? Come on--Mason was going to handle everything.

With the stack of tickets making an awkward bulge in his back pocket, Mason led them into the carnival.

"So, what should we do first?" He asked Mark, smiling softly. Mason looked around the open space with a smile. There were throes of people, from friends to families to other couples on dates. The place was packed full of people excited for a day of fun. Staring ahead of them where the concrete ground was covered with people, stands, and rides, Mason grew all the more excited.

Mark, on the other hand, took a more logical approach. Without Mason noticing, he had grabbed the map and was looking at all of the stands, rides, and vendors the carnival had to offer. After a few minutes of looking over the map, Mark had come up with a plan.

"How about we play some games first?" Mark suggested, showing Mason where the different games were situated throughout the large space. "The lines are probably extremely long around the rides. We can play some games while we wait for people to start heading home."

"Huh." Was Mason's extremely intelligent response. "Okay then, let's go."

Mason was actually really excited to play some carnival games. It was a classic romcom moment to go to a carnival or fair, play some games, and leave with several prizes for your date and vice versa. Not considering his lack of coordination or athletic skill, Mason was hopeful that he would win several prizes for Mark.

The first thing they went to was the balloon and dart game. The premise was really simple: they were given three darts and the more difficult the balloon was to hit, the better their prize would be.

Mason went into the game with all the confidence in the world.

"Just watch me, Mark. I'm about to get the smallest balloon. Right there." He boasted proudly. Mark laughed while Mason got into an awkward stance, ready to start throwing.

"That's a lot of confidence for your first time, but okay." Mark teased. He watched with his arms crossed as Mason threw the first dart. He missed.

"No biggie, no biggie. I got plenty of time." Mason blurted out quickly. He shook his shoulders and cracked his neck quickly before trying again.

He missed again.

Mark was now trying to keep his laughter concealed from a very frustrated Mason. Mason thought he was doing everything right, not taking note of how far off he was from the balloon. The person running the stand didn't care either way. They'd seen plenty come and fail time and time again so they were used to the anger and pain.

Thus, the curse Mason released when he failed for a third time didn't bother them at all.

"Are you going to give it a shot?" They asked Mark while Mason grumbled off to the side. Mark was debating with himself. Should he be a better date, saying no and going to comfort Mason? Or should he be a better friend, rubbing the salt into the wound by showing Mason exactly how it's done?

"Three darts, please." Mark said with a pleasant smile. He and Mason had been friends forever. He wasn't going to suddenly be Mr. Nice Guy because of a little sex and feelings and- yeah.

"Pay attention, Mason." Mark told his date with a cocky grin. "I'm going to show you how it's done."

Mason left the first game immensely happy. Both his and Mark's arms were empty but it meant that Mark also failed at hitting any of the balloons. In his imagination they would have had to get a bag for all of their earnings but seeing Mark with his ego bruised was a good alternative. While Mason practically skipped on their way to the next game, Mark reeled from the loss. How had he messed up? He'd done everything right.

Karma truly was wonderful.

Because of that experience, both boys were far less cocky going into their next game. Not only were carnival games notoriously difficult, something they conveniently remembered after losing, the two of them just didn't have the skills to perform well. Neither were sports guys growing up. Mason befriended a lot of girls and homebodies and the people Mark knew that Jasmine hadn't introduced him to were dancers. Neither of them had the skills needed for these sorts of games, which put quite the wrench in Mason's date plans.

The second game was the crossbow shoot. It was nearly identical to the first one but the balloons were replaced with targets. Mark was the one to pick this game because he wanted "redemption" from last time. Mason wanted to avoid it, actually. If this game went anything like the last one, they would be leaving empty handed again. However, he didn't want Mark to know how little faith he had--it would hurt Mark's feelings. It was much better that Mark just realized it himself.

Watching Mark lift the crossbow up and prepare to shoot, a shot of nerves went through Mason's chest. He really wanted Mark to get it and had an odd fear about what would happen if Mark missed. But looking more closely at Mark who had to be told repeatedly not to point it at other people around him, Mason just had to laugh.

They were putting way too much pressure on a couple of dumb carnival games that they were probably going to suck at. The point is to have fun Mason told himself as Mark got ready to shoot his first arrow. It's not about winning.

The pep talk surprisingly helped. When Mark missed every chance he got, arrows flying to far corners of the stand and far from the targets, Mason laughed easily. With the goal of getting any prizes gone, he could thoroughly enjoy how bad they were at these games.

Mark walked back to Mason, pouting deeply and Mason laughed right in his face. Mark tried to hold his expression but having Mason literally point at his face while laughing really broke his resolve.

"You're being so disrespectful right now." Mark joked, his smile slipping through while Mason continued to laugh.

"But you're so bad. I mean you didn't get anywhere close." Mason explained through laughs. Tears were beginning to form in the corners of his eyes and Mark was beginning to feel a bit embarrassed. Mason was laughing his ass off and people were beginning to notice, staring at the pair of boys in front of the crossbow game.

"Okay, okay. You try it then." He said, gesturing towards the game behind them. "If I looked so dumb go on, you try."

Some part of Mason knew that he was getting set up for embarrassment but he was still laughing, thinking about Mark's epic fail. Even as he got the crossbow and the targets started to move, Mason was still laughing to himself.

The laughter stopped when he missed the first time. It was kind of funny, as if a laughing spirit had jumped out of Mason and into Mark. Mark understood why Mason was laughing so hard. The crossbow for one was just so awkward. Mason lifted up the thing with uncertainty, grabbed oddly at its side with his right fingers on the trigger. Along with that, Mason had this really weird expression he wore while concentrating so his eyes were squinted and his lips were all screwed up. And after all of that effort where he tried so earnestly, Mason's arrows barely even got close.

Mark was laughing with his whole chest when Mason walked back to him.

"You're having a good laugh?" Mason asked, receiving a nod from Mark who was still dying in front of him. "Laugh it up. The guy working here told me I did a much better job than you."

Mark's laughter abruptly stopped. He looked up at the guy standing behind the counter, dividing him from the customers. The man just started to nod as if he'd been expecting Mark's reaction. Mark had to be ragged to the next game. He was stunned and unable to recover from the shock.

The two of them played a couple more games, continuing their loss streak at stall after stall. Their confidence had hit rock bottom but they were incredibly happy. One would be surprised how many ways someone could fail at ring toss. That game Mason had given extra tickets to, insistent that he'd figured out the way to finally get a point. He never figured it out but gave Mark something really entertaining to record and show their friends later.

Mark was the one to call it quits.

"I think we should really stop. We're not going to win anything and we need to save some tickets for the rides."

Mason hummed softly, his hand rubbing nonexistent stubble on his chin.

"Okay. I hear you. But can we play just one more game?" Mason pleaded. Mark looked as if he was about to say no, so Mason grabbed onto his arm, peering up at the taller man from underneath his lashes. "Please?"

Mark cracked.

"Okay fine." He sighed in defeat, watching as Mason cheered in triumph. "But after that we seriously have to move on. This much loss can't be healthy for the soul."

Mark wasn't completely sure if Mason was listening. While he was giving his conditions, Mason was already dragging him over to another game. When the two of them stopped in front of the machine, Mark grew nervous.

"Uh, Mason? Ring the bell?"

Mason wore an excited smile, Mark's unease not bothering him in the slightest.

"Come on. It'll be fun. I want to see which one of us is stronger."

It seemed like a pretty normal thing to say but the way that Mason wiggled his eyebrows right after saying it made Mark wonder if it had a different meaning.

"Come on guys! Try your luck! See if you can ring the bell!" The woman manning the game said in a melodic voice. "Just one good hit and you'll get a prize!"

Releasing Mark's arm, Mason jogged over to the woman. He handed her a couple of tickets before grabbing the large hammer. It came naturally to Mark to pull out his phone and start recording. Through his phone's screen, Mark watched Mason struggle with the weight of the hammer. His feet wobbled and he let out a loud grunt before finally slamming the hammer down. Mark and the small crowd that had surrounded them to watch saw as the moving arrow rose, sliding up. It got three quarters of the way before it stopped, sliding back down to the bottom.

"Aw! Nice try! Who wants to go next?" The woman asked. Her faux pity was the fakest thing Mason heard in his life. Mason walked back to Mark with a calm smile. He had little belief he was going to win so wasn't very bothered. However, Mason was very happy when Mark pulled him into a pity hug. Mason pressed his cheek into his chest, enjoying the warmth of Mark's body even in the summer heat.

Because Mark was busy hugging Mason, he had to wait for another person to finish before he could try ringing the bell. Even though he and Mason had stopped worrying about the outcomes of these games, Mark still felt an immense amount of pressure.

Mark was their last chance to get a prize for the entire night so he had to crush it. Mark wrapped his fingers around the handle. He rubbed his hands back and forth along the metal, getting a tighter grip. Then, he brought the hammer over his shoulder. The crowd was dead silent. They could feel how serious Mark was, prepared to finally bring the prize home.

Mason watched it all unfold with bated breath. Was Mark going to do this? Was he actually about to ring the bell? Then, all of a sudden, Mark brought the hammer down. A whooshing sound emerged as he went, the air rushing abound the large piece of metal. The hammer came down with speed and accuracy and Mason watched as it hit it right at the center. Everyone's heads came up, watching the arrow. It rose and rose and rose and . . . stopped less than half way.

Mason burst out laughing.

"Oh my god! All that hype just for you to be weaker than me. Aha ha ha ha!"

Mark was pursing his lips in frustration while Mason continued to laugh at him. This was definitely not the redemption moment he envisioned.

"Shut up." Mark groaned when Mason's laughter didn't cease after he came to his side. "I'm really embarrassed, you know?"

"I know, babe. I'm sorry, it's just. That was really funny." Mason explained through his laughs. He was rubbing Mark's back as comfortingly as he could with all the laughter and such. For obvious reasons, Mark wasn't accepting Mason's apology. He continued to pout and frown as he stood there with his arms crossed.

Mason threw his arms around Mark, pulling him into a hug and trying to cheer him up. But Mark's ego was still badly bruised and Mason hadn't stopped laughing at him. Masn started seriously wondering what he should do to fix this. He wanted to keep laughing at Mark but he didn't want Mark to feel bad about himself.

His eyes went to the people around them before stopping at the woman in charge of the game. An idea came to mind. He knew that it might not fix any of his problems, but it would be fun.

"Here let me make it up to you." Mason told Mark, whispering the words sweetly into his ear. "Can you go talk to the woman in charge of the game for me? Oh, and stand to her left."

Mark frowned in confusion at Mason's plan. Why was him talking to this random woman a part of Mason's apology? Mark didn't get it but trudged his way over to the woman's left anyway.

"Hey, can I have another go?" Mason asked. In a matter of seconds, Mason had paid for a second round and had his hammer ready. Mark assumed that this was the time where he had to talk to the woman, so he did.

"Um, I have a couple of questions." He told her, making her turn away from the machine. "I was kind of confused because this pamphlet said that you guys sell food but all I've so far is candy and drinks."

As the woman started pointing out food stalls on the map, Mark watched Mason gesture for some people to join him. Within a few seconds, he'd gotten three other people to hold the hammer with him. All at once, they brought it down then the strangers who'd joined him quickly stepped back.

The woman in charge of the game turned around at the sound of the arrow going up. Unlike the other times where the arrow slowly moved up to its final position, this time it shot up and went all the way to the top. The woman stared in shock, her mouth falling open in surprise.

"Oh my god! Holy crap I did it!" Mason yelled, jumping up and down excitedly. His acting was very convincing for a man who had just cheated his way to a prize. With slow, stunned movements, the woman grabbed a stick with a hook on it. The tool was dusty from neglect and Mark realized it was what she used to grab prizes.

"Congratulations!" She smiled, the expression not quite reaching her eyes. "What prize would you like?"

With little hesitation, Mason pointed at a panda with a sparkly black suit and white gloves. The woman pulled the large bear down for him but he immediately handed it over to Mark.

"For you, my date." He said with a pleased smile. Even though he knew Mason had cheated to get it, Mark couldn't help the flutter in his chest he got from receiving it. He smiled as he brought the bear close to his chest.

The two started walking away from the game, creating some distance between themselves and the woman they just cheated. After a moment or two of silence, Mark asked the question that hadn't left his mind.

"Why did you choose this one?" He asked Mason, rubbing his thumb against the panda's short fur.

"Because it's a Michael Jackson panda and you're the best dancer I know." Mason told him, shrugging after he gave the explanation. It made sense and was truly quite boring, but Mark was still happy to hear it.

"Thank you." Mark grinned. Without giving Mason anytime to reply, Mark placed a kiss on the shorter boy's forehead. Mason grinned widely at the other man.

Thank you indeed.

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Sucking terribly at the different carnival games had been really fun, an experience Mason would never forget. But going on the rides this place had to offer was going to be a very close second. The two of them stopped for lunch, getting a pair of loaded hotdogs then sharing two beaver tails for dessert. So it was evening by the time they started going on rides.

Even though it was far less crowded than when they first arrived, the lines for each of the rides were still really long. From the thunderbolt to the spinning teacups, Mason and Mark had to invest time to be able to take a turn. And something they noticed after the first two rides was the hype to get on the ride always raised their expectations, making them disappointed when they actually got on.

The lines would be long, filled with people eager to get on. Those who'd ridden it before would talk about their past experiences about how it was so good and so fast and they nearly shit their pants riding on it. All of that would culminate in a five minute experience where Mason was left bored.

These rides all sucked. But the two of them came to love that. It became a little game between them. How disappointing is this ride going to be on a scale of one to ten? They'd ask each other. Then, once they rode it, they would compare the numbers and see how close they got.

Mason was very good at anticipating what he would rate the rides later. He always had this gut feeling about how bad it was going to be. Mark, however, was always a bit hopeful. Maybe this ride will be different, he told himself. I'm sure this one is finally going to be good.

Spoiler alert, they never were. Still Mark liked to dream. The one ride that did surprise them, though, was the ferris wheel. The one at this carnival in particular was larger than usual, making the line shorter and the view that much better.

"This should be the last one we go on before we go home." Mark told Mason, watching as the shorter boy nodded absentmindedly. Mason heard him but wasn't really listening. He was just excited to get on it and see that amazing view. In the crowded line, Mark felt completely comfortable slipping his hand into Mason's. No one they knew was here to see them and after the amazing day they'd had, it felt nice to act like boyfriends, not lovers.

After a shorter than usual wait, the two were seated. The wheel was made with small bubbles that created small rooms. Walking through the door, Mason and Mark found that there were three different benches they could sit on.

Mason started for the bench on the right but Mark got a hold of his waist, pulling him to sit down next to him on the bench facing the door. The bottom half of the bubble was opaque, strong enough to support their weight. The top half, however, was made of clear glass. It gave them a clear view of the carnival around them getting smaller and smaller the higher up they got.

As the people and stands became smaller, Mason's body relaxed. He leant his full weight on Mark, enjoying the silence and the moment. Mark and Mason were a talkative bunch. They talked and talked about things until they grew tired of the subject then moved on and repeated the cycle. But there in the ferris wheel, they didn't say a word. Somehow, they'd both agreed that this was something they should stay quiet for. They didn't pull out their phones and try to document the gorgeous scene in front of them, they just stared and drank it all in.

Every few seconds the ride would stop, allowing those at the bottom to get off and those at the top to enjoy the view. Mason wasn't even gaining excitement for the eventual climax, he was just enjoying the moment. The lamps stationed throughout the fair illuminated the stand, creating a warm glow around everyone. But as they moved further away from it, the lights dimmed, allowing Mason to see the stars above them. It was gorgeous, white speckles of light breaking through the darkness, creating an ever present glow.

As their pod was brought higher and higher up, Mark's eyes left the night sky and started to stare at Mason. The beautiful boy next to him with large eyes trying to take everything in at once and light brown skin reflecting the light with a soft glow. Without realizing it, Mark had begun to smile, thinking about the boy seated next to him.

Mason was pulled out of his thoughts when Mark squeezed his hand, bringing their joint hands onto his lap. Mason looked over at Mark who was already staring at him with a warm smile. Mark stared intently into Mason's eyes. His thumb was rubbing against Mason's hand softly, creating even more warmth where their skin met. Then, he sighed.

"I'm . . . I'm so happy I met you, Mason." Mark whispered. The words came out under his breath, a coveted secret Mason is shocked to have been given. The words themselves shouldn't have shaken Mason as much as they did. They could have been taken in any sort of context and Mason wouldn't have to dwell on them.

But hearing Mark say those words, his green eyes boring into Mason and his body flushed directly against his, Mason's guards fell down. He was left vulnerable and completely exposed to every emotion he'd tried to keep bottled in for so long. And in that moment, it was far too easy to understand.

He was in love with Mark.

For how long, he couldn't say. Maybe it was their first kiss, feeling Mark's lips press against his own. Maybe it was their first date, being the object of all of Mark's unyielding attention. Maybe it was when they were kids, well before Mason knew what the emotion meant. Regardless, Mason's eyes began to water with unshed tears.

He was in love with Mark Tyler and couldn't do anything about it.

Here they were, pressed against each other at the top of a ferris wheel but Mark didn't belong to Mason. Mason, no matter how much he willed it, had no claim over Mark. They could kiss and goi and dates and have sex over and over again but Mark would never be his. This was doomed from the start and while Mason knew that, he wanted to delay the inevitable. Get as much of Mark as he possibly could. But Mason had fallen in love and no amount of sex or dates could fix that.

Mason struggled to keep all of his fears from bubbling out where Mark could see them.

"I'm happy I met you too, Mark." Mason replied, his voice choked up with tears. Mark let out a large smile that stretched across his entire face before he brought Mason into a kiss.

It sucked because it was the best kiss they ever had. It was slow and soft and beautiful and the entire time, it felt like Mark loved him. In that kiss, Mason could see a future where I love yous and titles were welcomed with open arms. Despite his best efforts, Mason's tears spilt out, making their way into the kiss. It sucked because Mason felt everything that he was bound to lose one day. So he cried and kissed Mark with everything left in him as they came down from the top.

When Mark pulled away, Mason rushed to dry his cheeks. But Mark had felt them while they were kissing and looked at Mason with blatant concern.

"Are you okay?" He asked kindly, hand rubbing against Mason's back. Mason almost started crying again. Mark was so caring and considerate. Mason loved that about him. Trying to take his mind off of the L word, Mason nodded.

"Yeah, I'm fine." Mason insisted, rubbing a bit faster to rid his face of the tears. "These are happy tears."

Mark visibly relaxed. He'd been wracked with worry trying to figure out what had caused that reaction in Mason. Hearing that it was happy tears put his mind at ease.

"I guess I make you very happy then." Mark joked, his soft smile further melting Mason's heart. Mason just nodded, biting his tongue to stop more tears from falling.

"Yeah."

You have no idea.

Their pod eventually got to the bottom and the two stepped out. As they walked away from the ferris wheel and headed for the entrance, Mason grabbed Mark's hand. It was selfish of him, he knew. He was already planning what he'd say later tonight and it wasn't fair to take such romantic gestures with what he had planned but Mason couldn't help it.

He always had been selfish in his own way and this was no exception.

Even though Mason had claimed he'd shed happy tears, Mark could tell something was wrong. For starters, they were supposed to go to Mark's house to spend the night together but Mason then insisted they go to his place instead. Then, on the drive to Mason's house, he was oddly quiet. As the one who carried their conversations, Mason tended to do the most talking. But now, he sat silent in his seat and feeling the mood, Mark decided to stay quiet as well.

Mark would have given anything to learn what was going through Mason's mind at that moment. What changed and why was he suddenly so cold? After a long and silent ride to Mason's house, they finally arrived. Mark pulled his keys and reached for the door, ready to head inside, but Mason stopped him with one hand to his arm.

"Wait." Mason said, his voice hoarse and barely above a whisper. "I need to say something."

Mark tensed automatically. From Mason's silence to his sudden announcement, Mark feared what was going to happen next. He wanted to think that everything would be fine and they would go inside to have a great time like they always did, but the expression on Mason's face was scaring him. He looked so sad and resigned. Mark wanted to help him tonight, take his mind off of things, but now he worried if he could.

When Mason spoke, he didn't look Mark in the eyes. He cleared his throat, concentrating intently on the blue of Mark's jeans, not the green in his eyes. Mark waited patiently for Mason to speak. It was silent in the car for a while. Mason was leading the conversation but he refused to speak. Then, after a few minutes, he finally spoke.

"Mark, I need some space."

Space. Mark thought, the word foreign in his mind. What does that even mean?

"I really like this set up we had going on with the sex and stuff. It's fun, you know, and I trust you not to do anything I'm not comfortable with sexually. But I think we have different definitions of the benefits part?"

Mason cleared his throat when his voice began to wobble. He couldn't sound unsure of himself or upset. He needed to pretend like he was confident in this decision. Like this is what he wanted.

"Like, uh, to me that's just the sex but recently there's been cuddling and dates and lots of excess things and, I don't know. I feel like we need to put some distance between us. I don't want to be, uh, tied down to one person and I'm sure you feel the same way." Mason's heart nearly shrivelled up thinking about Mark wanting to see other people. He was sure that Mark agreed with everything coming out of his mouth, and that realization hurt Mason all the more.

But Mason had no right to be hurt. He knew from the beginning that this was only temporary. A momentary agreement while they were still single and attracted to one another. But someday Mark would find someone else and Mason would be left picking up the pieces of their messed up situationship. Mason had to at least try to protect himself and this was the only way he knew how. He swallowed back the lump in his throat and continued on with his lie.

"I just, I don't want things to get complicated between us. You're one of my best friends and I want to keep it that way."

Mark was incredibly still the entire time Mason spoke. The words came over him like a wave, picking up his feet and turning his whole world upside down. It was so easy to ignore how much their relationship has changed and pretend like this was normal when they didn't talk about it. But Mark's mind clung to the word complicated. Mark didn't have to ask what 'complicated' meant. Complicated was everything Mark had allowed himself to feel since their first kiss. Things had always been complicated for him but Mark thought he'd done a really good job of pretending like it wasn't but obviously, Mason had noticed it and wanted their complicated relationship to stop.

Pushing his emotions to the side, Mark nodded.

"Okay, got it." Mark stated coldly, no emotion coming out of his voice. "No more dates, no more cuddling, no more talking. Just sex then?"

A part of Mark prayed that Mason would disagree. He wanted Mason to tell him he got it wrong, tell him that complicated was okay.

"Yeah."

That part of Mark burned in his chest from the blow. It wasn't okay. Mark's feelings were not okay.

"Cool." He clipped, his frustration making the word come out sharply. Mark was biting harshly into his bottom lip to stop the tears but it wasn't working. His hands went to the steering wheel and squeezed but nothing was working. Finally, he acknowledged the boy sitting silently beside him. "Can you get out of the car now?"

Mason jumped. He knew it would be hard to let go of the romantic side of Mark, but he hadn't expected Mark to grow so cold so fast. The words were delivered with no warmth and left a cold feeling at the bottom of Mason's chest.

"Sure." Mason said, stepping out of the car. He wanted to leave it at that but couldn't stop himself from saying one last thing. "Goodbye, Mark."

Mark finally understood why Mason's expression had scared him so much. He looked like a man ready to say goodbye.

"Goodbye, Mason."

Mark looked on silently as Mason shut the car door and went inside alone. When someone wanted to leave, you couldn't stop them. You could only watch them go.

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So 6th week in a row.

Awesome

This chapter came less in the afternoon and more in the evening but that's because I just finished it like 20 minutes ago.

She's a long one so

I wanted to give you guys something really cute before we got to the drama.

We're in the home stretch so you guys must have known they weren't going to be cute and cuddly forever.

Still, I hope you guys liked this

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