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Nights in White Satin	By : ImagineLayla131 Category: +S through Z > Total Drama Island Views: 6331 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN NOR HAVE ANY AFFILIATIONS WITH THE TOTAL DRAMA FRANCHISE OR NIGHTS IN WHITE SATIN. ALL PROPERTIES OWNED BY TELETOON AND THE MOODY BLUES, RESPECTIVELY. NO MONEY/PROFIT IS BEING MADE OFF OF THIS FANFICTION!

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Author's Note: Hello, world and my wonderful readers! How is everybody? OK BIG CHANGE OF PLANS! Phase Three/The Night Arrives is now Chapter Sixteen. I got carried away writing and this chapter is the result of that. Which means Duncney's lemon will now be Chapter Eighteen, although this chapter has a lemon, too. Unfortunately, the first portion with Heather and Chris is told in flashbacks starting with Chapter Two and continuing with Chapter Five, BUT, as seen through Heather's eyes. I apologize for the ranchy content in this chapter, I hope I didn't gross anybody out, I'm just trying to put the characters in what would be real life scenarios. Also, sorry if this chapter seems a little flat, I wanted to delve into the side stories. The next chapter and the ones after it are going to be BITCHEN! :D
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DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN NOR HAVE ANY AFFILIATIONS WITH THE TOTAL DRAMA FRANCHISE, NIGHTS IN WHITE SATIN, THE DELIVERY INFORMATION ACQUISITION DEVICE (DIAD), OR THE MAZAGAN CASINO ALL PROPERTIES OWNED BY TELETOON, THE MOODY BLUES, UPS, AND THE MAZAGAN BEACH RESORT, RESPECTIVELY.
I ONLY OWN THE TAINTED KITTY, THE STRIPPER NAMES, AND MY OWN ORIGINAL STORY IDEAS, WHICH CAME FROM THE SCREENPLAY I'VE BEEN WRITING AND HAS BEEN COPYRIGHTED
Chapter Fifteen: Swindle
Tuesday, December 16th, 10:30pm
Heather paced in front of Chris' office door. Since most of the staff had ditched work for Courtney's birthday, it was amateur hour, which meant that it had turned into a dead night customer wise. She didn't care that the girls had excluded her from the celebration, even though it broke the tradition of all of them celebrating together. They're probably jealous and intimidated because she was hot and could get any guy she wanted, by miniscule seduction (or by drugging, but they didn't need to know that.). Maybe it's because you're a coked out whore and it's made you a fucking bitch. Heather thought to herself, and she knew her conscious was right. She used to be a lot nicer, but for the past year her cocaine addiction seemed more important than her friendships.
Right now, she was going to spill the beans to Chris about Duncan and Courtney. She was sure he'd be pissed, and make her the top dancer. Heather flipped her hair back and knocked on the door.
"Come in." Chris' voice muffled through the door. She opened the door and walked on in, to see Chris going over papers at his desk in the dark except for a desk lamp. He looked up and greeted her with his signature grin. "Heather, what brings you here?"
She walked over and stood on the right side of his desk with her arms crossed, pushing up her already pushed up fake tits. "Why aren't I the top dancer here?" He laughed.
"How many times do you ask that and how many times do we go over this? You're hot, but not smoking hot. Courtney hot. Plus, Latinas have been beating out Asians for the past few years in the GQ magazine poll."
Heather scoffed at him. "Bullshit. I'm tiny with big boobs and incredibly flexible. That alone should make me the top. I want more numbers."
"You're not getting it, end of discussion. That's the breaks, babe. Now, kindly get out." He went back to his paperwork, but Heather wasn't going anywhere.
"If you don't make me the top dancer, I'm going to tell everybody the reason behind you favoring Courtney over all of us."
Chris started laughing. "Pfft, yeah right!" She was lying.
Heather folded her arms deeper. "I know the truth."
"You don't know shit."
"I know everything that happened the first night Duncan was here." Heather raised her eyebrow and glared at Chris, watching him cave in nervously. She had to be lying, wasn't she?
"Tell me everything."
Flashback, Monday, December 1st, 9:00 pm
Heather saw Duncan walking into the club. Who is he? What a babe! She thought to herself as she twirled around on the pole.
20 Minutes Later
Heather saw the same guy walking out of Chris' office and becoming infatuated with Courtney. Chris called her over and grabbed her ass, which pissed Courtney off, before leading Duncan into the backroom.
15 Minutes Later
Duncan stumbled out of Courtney's room, holding his nose. His hair was disheveled, nose bleeding, and a swollen eye, the bad boy looked like he had been on the losing end of a bar fight. Chris happened to notice out of the corner of his eye and walked on over. Heather was watching from the side door of the dressing room, that was near the left side of the stage where the north end table section was. She couldn't really hear what they were saying, but she saw Chris slap Duncan on the back, and Duncan unable to look at him. Chris finally got a look at his face and jumped back a little, surprised. They talked for a few more minutes, and Heather saw Courtney walking out of the backroom. When she turned back, Duncan had left. Chris' phony grin disappeared as anger enveloped him, looking around until he saw Courtney talking with Fun Bunz, and sped on over.
"What's up there, Ice Ice Baby? You look a little flustered." Fun Bunz asked, while she served a table of guys their drinks. Heather was only a few feet away, but still within earshot range.
Courtney huffed, blowing a piece of hair out of her face. "I don't even know where to start. I danced for some guy Chris is working with and he kept making all these comments. I was so riled up that I kicked him off his chair and in the balls."
LeShawna's jaw dropped, not only at Courtney's actions, but how she reiterated it in such a cavalier tone. No wonder he looked like crap. Heather thought to herself. "Holy hell, girly! Talk about unleashing the beast! Is it time for Mother Nature to strut down the runway of hell?" Courtney shook her head. "You better hope that Dick doesn't find out."
"He won't." Heather grinned wickedly as she watched Chris storm over.
"Ice Chickie!" Chris shouted as he got closer.
"Oh God, here he comes. Best of luck." LeShawna scooted off like a chicken shit.
"Courtney!" Chris approached her, their faces only inches apart.
She attempted to regain the cavalier demeanor and hide the worry, folding her arms. "Yes, boss?"
"Don't pull that fucking shit with me. My office, now." Chris pointed backwards with his thumb.
"No way, man. I'm out of here." Courtney spun on her heel to leave, but was abruptly stopped by Chris grabbing a handful of her hair and twisting it.
"You heard me! My office, now!"
She screamed as her eyes started to water. "Let me go! Ok, I'll go, I'll go!"
"Too late, little girl!" Chris dragged her by her hair. Courtney started hysterically screaming. People turned around and looked. Customers, waitresses, dancers, even DJ Lightening, but nobody did a damn thing, and acted as if it was a normal occurrence. Heather was a bit in shock, watching Courtney try to grab on to anything she could, railings, a door frame, but every time she caught on, her grip slipped and Chris' hold tightened. She continued to scream until Chris got to his office. He opened the door, threw her inside, and slammed the door shut.
Five Minutes Later, Inside Chris' Office
"Oh, baby, I wish you would! Then again, you already have, and enjoyed it just as much as I did, we both know that. Fine, you wouldn't want to let me down, would you?" Chris walked over to Courtney, she stopped struggling with the door at the sound of his footsteps. He grabbed her from behind and thrust himself into her. She gasped, startled as he ran his hands up and down her body. He leaned in close to her ear. "Me, your boss. The one that helped you out. A petrified, beautiful, naive sixteen year old little girl who was in absolute dire need of a job and was willing to do whatever possible to fix her situation. I did everything for you, Courtney! I gave you a job, I gave you additional money! For crissakes, I even pay rent on the apartment that I bought you, a love nest for you and that retard! And after all that," he whispered, grazing her cheek, which made her slightly flinch. "you can't even do me the honorable favor of going down on me to save yourself?"
Heather leaned on the wall outside the office with her ear pressed against it to hear everything he was saying.
"Fine, fine. You win, Court. I need to start thinking of who I'm going to put at the top of the line up." He leaned against his desk and grabbed his drink. "Hmm, let me see. There's PJ, Cherry, Lasso, Candy Cane, Fun Bunz. My, my, my. Oh so many girls to choose from." He pondered, taking a sip of his drink, knowing this was precisely what would reel her in.
"YES!" Heather mouthed and pumped her fists in the air
"You wouldn't…" Courtney sharply turned to face him, as he continued to drink his Johnnie Walker.
"Oh, believe me, baby. I would. Faster than you can say "Donkey Dildo". Chris chuckled.
"Is this the only thing you want?" She softly asked, almost a whisper.
Heather stopped cheering and pressed herself further into the wall.
"What, sweetheart?"
"Is this the only thing you want from me?" She turned around and walked back over to him. "For me to blow you and we'll never discuss this? You won't try to manipulate me ever again into performing sexual acts to keep my job?" Courtney stood in front of the snake, a poor excuse for a man.
"Absolutely. It will be water under the bridge.
Heather's jaw dropped to the floor. Was she serious?!
She grabbed him by his shirt lapels, he then put his hands on her hips, pulling her in closer. "And what will happen if you break your word?"
Chris cocked his head to the side, shooting her a quizzical look. "Baby, have I ever lied to you? You gotta trust me on this. I'm a man of my word. If I'm lying, I'm dying. Now, slide your pretty self down, stick my huge cock in your sweet little mouth, and suck me off."
The next thing Heather heard was Chris moaning. "Oh, God…" He set his drink on the counter and grabbed on to the back of Courtney's head with one hand and his desk with the other, throwing his head back in a haze of erotic euphoria. Heather couldn't believe what she was hearing.
Three Hours Later…
"Ahh!" Chris groaned in satisfaction, as he grabbed a handful of Courtney's hair, pulling her closer so that his cock hit the back of her throat as he came. "Man, oh man, Chickie! You give great fucking head."
Courtney must be really desperate to blow Chris to keep this job. Heather thought to herself. She had to tune out her thoughts, because she wanted to hear what Chris was saying about the guy from earlier.
"My lips are sealed, all I can let slip is that the business we're involved in is going to have a very lucrative outcome, sugar. When I get my cut, things are going to change around here. I'm gonna divorce that twad and buy you a diamond ring as big and luminous as the New Year's Eve ball in Times Square!"
"Like that will ever happen. This whole thing is probably as illegal as first degree murder is. Good night. As always, it hasn't been a pleasure." Courtney walked past him to the door, but was stopped when he gently grabbed her by the elbow. She looked into his eyes to see that his expression had turned serious. Not nasty, but serious.
"Chickie doll, I'm completely serious. You and me, we're dynamo." She refused to fall for him again, she had wasted four years of her life waiting for him.
"No, Dick. You're just dynamo."
His lips curled up into that stupid Cheshire Cat grin. "And you're the lighter that ignites my flame and sets my firecracker off, lemon pop." Courtney rolled her eyes as he chuckled before continuing. "Court, I think you could make me a better man. Things would be different this time around."
Chris always had such corny lines, but he must really be in love with Courtney.
"I can't change you, Chris. Only you have the power to change yourself. Here's a start: stop writing checks that your mouth can't cash. It'll save you a lot of time." She wrangled out of his grip and walked out the door.
Heather ducked towards the back entrance, narrowly avoiding Courtney. When Courtney was gone, Heather snuck back into the dressing room. She had to pretend to be oblivious, grabbed a robe, and strutted on in, ready to see how much Courtney would let spill.
Heather sat down on a chair in front of another vanity, applying eyeliner. "Courtney, what's the deal between you and "Tricky Dick" Chris?"
She stopped moisturizing her legs and looked over, once again trying to play dumb. "Huh? What you talking about, Candy Cane?"
YOU KNOW WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT.
She had finished her eyeliner and picked up some eye shadow and a makeup brush. "I'm talking about all the friction. You're the top dancer and the highest paid, then he flips a bitch. Now things are totally fine, almost as if that whole scene about an hour ago never happened. What gives?"
Courtney resumed lathering up her gams. "Oh… trust me, you don't wanna know."
I ALREADY DO KNOW.
She put down the bottle and grabbed a hair brush from the drawer. Heather kept up her inquisitive pursuit as she applied eye shadow. "Maybe I do wanna know, so spill…"
Courtney stopped brushing her hair and looked over. "Please, what authoritative position are you from that I must obey and tell you? Did you run out of gossip or something? Because quite frankly, I really can't think of any other reason why you're pumping me up for details."
"Well, then you're all shit out of luck, there really isn't anything to tell. No insane story, no roller-coaster romance, no desperate manipulation, no juicy details whatsoever. Dick has just really looked out for me and taken me under his wing."
All of the girls had looked over at her as she spoke. "He's not like that with the rest of us." Katie piped up, fixing Sadie's hair.
"I don't know what to tell you, sorry." Heather glared over at Courtney.
WHEN THE TIME IS RIGHT, I WILL BE USING THIS TO MY ADVANTAGE, AND THEN I'LL BE THE TOP DANCER AND YOU'LL BE OUTDATED.
Flashbacks End
"And that's everything I know." Heather said. All the color had drained from Chris' face, his eyes had widened, and his mouth was slightly open.
Fuck, she knows everything! I am so screwed!
"Now," Heather walked over and stood in front of Chris. "I'll keep your secret, but you have to make me the top dancer."
He frowned. "No! Everything I said that was going to happen will happen." He loved Courtney and he was going to get her.
"I don't think Courtney will marry you now that she's with Duncan." He stared up at her.
"What the fuck are you talking about?" Heather stuck her chest out.
"They went out a couple weeks ago, and I heard they've been spending a lot of time together. He's taking her out again tonight on some fancy date because they have the same birthday."
That little bastard! He knew I was with Courtney and went after her anyway! Chris was beyond pissed, but then he calmed down. I've got this. Duncan will be taken care of once he delivers the diamonds, but I think I'll fill Justin in on what his girlfriend has been doing while he's away. He'll dump her and she'll come running back into my arms. Screw Duncan, I'm the genius here! Chris laughed manically.
"Why are you laughing?" He had been so absorbed in his thoughts that he almost forgot about Heather.
I still have to deal with this bitch. Two can play at this game. Chris stood up, inches away from Heather's face."If you tell the girls, I'll tell them about your little Ketamine drink mix and turn you into the cops. Five to ten is what I heard you'd be getting?"
Heather didn't even bat an eyelash. "It's a legal anesthetic, I won't even be prosecuted, but you'll be shunned by all of us. I think the girls would probably quit, except me, and I'd finally be the top dancer."
Chris had to shut this bitch up somehow. His lips curled up into a wicked smile, for he knew exactly how to knock her on her flat ass. "Fine, you win."
I did? "Really?"
Chris nodded. "Yep, I'll make you the top dancer, but you have to do what Courtney did the night you overheard us." Heather's jaw dropped to the floor. Gotcha, bitch.
Oh, it's on, asshole. Heather snapped her mouth shut and narrowed his eyes, licking her lips seductively at the sleaze ball. "Oh, I think I can do better than that."
His grin broadened. "Can you?" Before she could answer, Chris hastily kissed her. He roughly grabbed the back of her head with one hand and her tiny ass with the other, yanking her panties down to her knees as he shoved his tongue into her mouth. Chris twirled her entire hair around his hand and jerked it hard. "Take it off." He addressed her in a gruff tone. She didn't even have a chance to react, he ripped the baby doll nightie right off her body.
Heather stepped out of her panties and unclasped her bra, her boobs didn't even bounce. Chris squeezed them, but it felt like he was trying to squeeze rocks. What's worse, when he stuck her grey nipples into his mouth and nibbled them, they tasted like plastic. He was surprised he was hard, he was barely turned on, especially when he saw her "1" pubic shaving. "Narcissistic much, sweetheart?"
She shrugged. "I was born to be Number One, and I'm already the best fuck this hell hole has to offer."
"We'll see about that." Gotta get this over with already. "Undress me."
Heather did as told, she was dripping wet by how turned on she was. He was acting like a controlling son of a bitch. Even though she hated him, she had always had a little crush on Chris, and always wanted to fuck him. When she saw his naked body, all muscular and ripped like Ben Stiller (It was the only guy she could think of that was Chris' age and in unbelievable shape.) and his hard cock, she got even wetter. It wasn't as big as Duncan's, but it was sexy. Heather tackled Chris and sent him flying back onto his chair, as she began to insert his hard rod inside her. He gave her an annoyed look.
"What do you think you're doing? It's what I say goes." He picked Heather up whilst still inside her and slammed her up against the wall. He started thrusting himself into her. She is pretty deep, that's the only good thing about this. Heather was clearly turned on. Chris didn't give a fuck about pleasing her, this was angry sex. He was already plagued with nightmares of Justin fucking his sweet Courtney, now it was Duncan that was after her. He imagined the two of them having sex, completely naked, in a bed with white satin sheets. Duncan was on top, riding Courtney. "Ahh, Duncan!" She moaned. "You're the best sex I've ever had."
The more he thought about that, the more it pissed him off and the angrier he got. The angrier he got, the faster and harder he pounded himself into Heather, who was clearly enjoying this. The forceful pounding was making her bounce up and down on him. She was screaming, pins and needles tingled throughout her entire body. Chris was definitely the best lay she ever had. The fact that he was an even bigger asshole during sex than he was in general had her very aroused. Heather was so into the moment she dug her fingernails deep into Chris' back and clawed him in vertical lines. When he felt tiny trickles of blood seeping out, he threw her to the ground.
"Don't touch me." He grabbed her shoulder roughly. "On your knees, face up." She got on her knees. Chris started tugging at his phallus. There was no way he was going to finish inside her. The thoughts of Courtney never left his mind. He was jerking himself so hard he was shaking until he finally hit his peak.
"ARGGHHHHH!" Chris convulsed, his rod twitching as it blasted cum all over Heather's face.
"UGGHHH! WHAT THE FUCK, CHRIS?!" Heather scowled. He was trying to get his breathing under control.
"It turns me on." Chris started getting dressed and threw Heather's clothes at her. "Clean yourself up." She walked into his bathroom as if her tail was between her legs. Heather washed her face slowly, her mind was going a thousand miles a minute. She had fucked him (or in this case, she let him fuck her.), and he wanted nothing to do with her. It seemed like he was angry. He must have been thinking about Courtney the whole time they were having sex, it's probably why he was so violent. Am I like this with guys? She thought to herself. Once she was done, she walked out to see Chris sitting back at his desk like the whole thing never happened. He looked up at her. "Now get the fuck out and keep your mouth shut about all of this." Heather felt too weak to say anything and walked out, slamming the door shut behind her.
She walked out the back exit. Courtney had it all, and Heather had nothing but her drugs. She had shut out everybody without even realizing it. All the girls loved Courtney, Chris was obviously still in love with her, and Duncan was awestruck. Will anybody ever love me? Heather let out a strident scream that bounced off of the trash cans and into the night air. She started crying, the isolation was killing her. They will pay for this. Heather stopped crying, and started scowling. I guarantee it. She kicked one of the trash cans and walked towards her car.
December 20th, 3:00 pm, Casablanca, Morocco
The casino of the Mazagan Beach Resort may have been in a completely different country, but it felt and looked exactly like Las Vegas. Smoke clouds and the bells of machines filling the air, fat guys and computer geeks trying to impress the ladies and win a buck. The women in Morocco were exquisite: tall, tanned, and wild in bed. They loved to dress in as little as possible, the skirts just barely covering their bottoms and the keyholes of the tops were incredibly wide. Justin was winning big at Roulette. There was a surrounding crowd and a beautiful hooker on either side of him "25!" The dealer called, making the crowd cheer! Justin was slapped on the back by the people behind and kissed on either cheek by the hookers. He was so busy basking he didn't hear his phone, but felt it vibrating. Justin excused himself and answered.
"Hello?" No response, he was getting annoyed. "Hel-lo?" The voice on the other end spoke up.
"Do you have any idea who your girlfriend's been sucking while you're off blowing money on hookers?"
Justin looked confused. "What? Who is this?"
"Think of me as the guy that gave you the heads up. She's leaving you, has most of her stuff packed in storage, dump her first. She already has somebody new." The line went dead.
Justin was astonished, but then became angry. Who the hell is that bitch to be screwing around behind my back? I'll teach her a lesson she'll never forget. He walked back to the roulette table to collect his winnings, pack his bags, check out, and catch the next returning flight to the states.
Chris hung up the phone, his face hidden by the shadows with only his mouth showing. "That should do the trick. She will be mine once again, and those two idiots will be devastated by this swindle." He started manically laughing before he got out of his car and walked into his Tarzana home. Pretty soon, he wouldn't have to be around the insufferable Blainely and their obnoxious son, Timmy, that Chris knew wasn't his. He'd be having his dream life with Courtney…
Monday, December 21st, 5:15 pm
Duncan was in his kitchen, cooking dinner. There was a huge rack of lamb with roasted potatoes in the oven, butter nut squash risotto on the stove, and a triple berry cake from Sweet Lady Jane's. He was putting the finishing touches on a beautiful garden salad while the New York Giants played the Philadelphia Eagles on the big screen. Duncan had always been a good cook, even dabbled in culinary studies at one point, as well as being an avid viewer of The Food Network. Courtney was coming over, and he wanted to go all out, but kept the attire casual in a black fitted t-shirt that brought out his muscular arms and clung to his beautifully sculpted chest, and a pair of jeans.
After their birthday, Courtney started getting weird and distant, only giving him two to three word replies. It was upsetting Duncan, so he drove over to her apartment on Saturday night and waited for six and a half hours until she got home. This pansy shit was for the birds, but he had gotten a taste of something he wanted to overindulge on, and that was Courtney. She was a little shocked to see him, but let him inside anyway. He told her not to let her paranoia over Justin get in the way of the relationship that Duncan was trying to build with her. Courtney agreed, letting her guard down even more. He invited her to dinner the next night and left, but not before a steamy two hour make out session. Two years, six months, and three weeks without sex was KILLING him! He hoped that they'd do it soon, but he didn't want to pressure her, not after everything she had endured lately.
His phone started vibrating, and sure enough, the theme from JAWS ring tone played throughout the whole kitchen. Duncan stopped chopping and answered his phone.
"Hey. (Pause.) You just left? And? (Pause.) Did he sign the DIAD? (Pause.) Nice! He just signed his life away. (Pause.) I don't feel guilty at all. Why should I? The jackass has it coming. (Pause.) He never could have guessed how a guy like me could have swindled him like this. (Pause.) Ha ha ha, I know. (Pause.) I gotta go, The Goddess is here. Tomorrow night is when it all goes down. (Pause.) Not in the slightest, I've got this down pat. (Pause.) You know I do. Keep your phone on, it's going to be another late call."
Duncan hung up his phone as he heard the knocking on his door. His heart started fluttering a little bit, he checked his hair out in the oven mirror before opening the door. His face instantly lit up over the girl on the other side, even if he had stopped breathing for a second. Courtney was wearing a cute grey sweater that had white diamond outlines on it, and jeans tucked into a pair of charcoal UGGS.
"Hey, gorgeous." She smiled warmly at him.
"Hey, handsome." She replied before he pulled her in his arms and gave her a kiss, closing the door with a shove. Duncan broke the kiss and gazed down at her.
"Glad you're here. Why don't you make yourself comfortable? Everything will be ready soon. I have the football game on, but you can change it." He walked back to the kitchen as Courtney walked into the den, where Bowser pounced on her, making her gasp. Duncan rolled his eyes. "Bowser, down!"
The dog was licking Courtney's face and she was giggling. "Don't worry, Dunk Dunk. It's fine. He's adorable! Hi, cutie pie!" She stroked his fur.
"Babe, please don't call me "Dunk Dunk". It's mortifying enough when my mom does it." Duncan poured out some red wine for them, Courtney blushed. "
Sorry about that."
He laughed. "No worries." He walked over as Courtney straightened herself out on the couch.
"I heard you on the phone, is everything worked out? I know tomorrow's the big night."
Duncan handed her the glass. "Yes, it's fine, and it's going off without a hitch." He raised his glass. "Cheers, to black diamonds paving the way for our future."
"I'll drink to that." They clinked glasses and sipped the wine.
Cheers to having the upper hand and being the ultimate checkmate. He thought to himself, smiling at the fact that he knew that things were going to change for all of them. Merry Christmas, Motherfuckers.
WHAT DO HEATHER AND JUSTIN HAVE PLANNED FOR COURTNEY? WHO DOES DUNCAN KEEP TALKING TO ON THE PHONE? WHAT DOES HE HAVE PLANNED FOR CHRIS AND THE DIAMONDS? STAY TUNED FOR CHAPTER SIXTEEN: PHASE THREE/THE NIGHT ARRIVES , COMING SOON! PLEASE READ AND REVIEW AND SPREAD THE WORD! NO FLAMES!
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