COVER REVEAL : Taste of Summer by Beverly Preston
Laugh, cry and fall in love in the newest standalone within the Mathews Family Series.
Meet Ryan and Carrie in Taste of Summer releasing July 21st, 2015!
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Blurb
Most people know Hollywood heartthrob, Ryan Summer, as Ryan, no last name required. But once upon a time, he was just Summer to Carrie Ann—before a decade of blockbuster hits skyrocketed his success into superstardom.
Summer was smart, gorgeous, and cocky as hell. Nothing was out of his reach. Not even Carrie Ann Lowell. He was the love of her life—until he shattered her heart. Their breakup left more than a profound rift in her soul. It crushed her.
When Carrie Ann’s college flame forces his way back into her life, his dirty-talking, bold self-assurance re-ignites a passion she thought had long since been extinguished. Carrie Ann didn’t believe in second chances.
Not even for him.
No matter how deliciously tempting.
With sparks flying and hidden truths unraveling, will Carrie Anne be able to deny her desires to save herself from another heart break?
Excerpt
Carrie Ann tugged the earbud free from her ear, tossing the handsome young man a small smile. “Sorry, I couldn’t hear you. What did you say?”
He crossed a lanky somewhat defined arm in front of her, casually gripping the handlebar of her bike. “I said, you must be exhausted—” Before she could reply he continued, “—from running through my mind all day.”
Surely she must’ve heard him incorrectly. He was probably fifteen at most sporting a baby face and a patch of ten whiskers on his chin. Her brows tucked into a furrow. “Excuse me?”
A dose of youthful overconfidence drifted over his mouth in a sharp grin. “I seem to have forgotten my number. Can I have yours?”
“My phone number?” Carrie Ann scanned the near vicinity, row after row of workout equipment, for the practical jokester responsible for the madness. “Ha ha. Very funny. Who put you up to this?”
Her amusement only encouraged the boy’s macho bravado. “No one put me up to anything. I need a date. I just got into LA and I’ve got this Red Carpet event—”
“A date?” she scoffed at the ludicrous suggestion. Though she looked young for her age, Carrie Ann was still all of thirty-four years old.
“Yeah, you know. A date. You, me, hundreds of fans screaming as we stroll down the Red Carpet.” His voice cracked emphasizing the words Red Carpet…for the second time. A self-absorbed twinkle gleamed in his brown eyes as if he expected her to melt and drop to her knees right there in the gym.
“Kid, you’re barking up the wrong tree.”
“I’m totally serious. My uncle has this movie premier and I can’t just bring anyone.” A chunk of blond hair fell on his forehead and he flipped his head to the side. My date needs to be…hot, and well, you’re the hottest girl I’ve seen since I got to LA.”
She sneered at the absurdity. Silliness turned to annoyance. Carrie Ann switched gyms a few months back, paying out the nose to invest in her fitness and more importantly her privacy. Her last gym was more crowded than a cattle call casting session.
Carrie Ann rolled her eyes. She moved around him, gathering her workout towel and reaching for her bag. “Look kid, you seem real sweet, but—“
“You’re right about one thing.” A familiar voice, deep and perfectly modulated, approached from behind. “She is the most beautiful woman you’ll ever lay eyes on. But, you’re reaching for the stars with this one, Drew. She’s a heartbreaker.”
An ice cold tickle ascended up her spine raising the hair on the back of her neck. Her head snapped, glancing over her shoulder, colliding with a pair of rich amber eyes from her past. Without breaking eye contact, Ryan Summer strolled right into her personal space sporting athletic shorts, a fitted muscle shirt and a killer smile.
Nowadays, most people knew the Hollywood heartthrob as Ryan. Just Ryan. No last name needed. But after nearly a decade of blockbuster hits and infamous relationships that skyrocketed his success into superstardom, to Carrie Ann, he was still just Summer. Her old college flame.
“Funny, I could say the same about you,” she countered his jab, marshalling a bit of annoyance in her tone to combat the rush of heat spreading to her already pink cheeks.
A sexy smile caught the curve of his wide firm mouth. “Hello, Red.”
“Hello, Summer.” Carrie Ann tossed a trivial nod toward the teenager. “Who’s this? Your new apprentice?”
“Apprentice?” Moving a step closer, he dragged his fingers through the short cropped layers of sandy blond hair. “This is Mark’s boy. Do you remember my nephew, Drew?”
“Your brother’s boy?” she questioned in surprise. Avoiding the view of his bicep curling into the size of a softball, Carrie Ann ran a quick scan over the young man at his side. “Whoa, you had to be four or five years old the last time I saw you.”
“I don’t remember meeting you.” Drew’s eyes flickered with bemusement and optimism.
She extended her hand. “I’m Carrie Ann. I knew you when you were—“
“You’re Carrie Ann? The Carrie Ann?” The boy spun toward his uncle, his blue eyes broadened in disbelief. “The One?”
Her stomach twisted hearing the title. A flash of perspiration instantaneously flooded her palms. Before she had time to renege on the clammy greeting, Drew clasped her hand, giving it a polite shake.
A low rumble of laughter simmered in Summer’s chest and a rosy shade of red burnished high on the bridge of his nose. He nodded, “This is The Carrie Ann. The One who got away.”
No matter how many years had passed, it never got any easier to see him. Each time she did, she suddenly found it harder to breath.
The pounding of her heart quickened as her gaze slipped over his rugged well-defined features. A three day scruff accentuated the slight dimple at the bottom of his chin. The disheveled layers of hair were wet from exertion near his temple and nape. Time had been very good to him.
She felt the warmth of his hand close around the back of her bare arm. The early morning stubble of his beard brushed against her cheek as he leaned closer pressing a small kiss near her temple. Carrie Ann squirmed at his nearness, ducking to the side attempting to put some space between them.
“I’m…I’m all sweaty,” she insisted breathily.
“It’s okay,” he murmured softly in her ear. The heat of his breath brought chill bumps to the damp skin near her neck. “I remember enjoying you all sweaty.”
Ryan’s golden eyes locked onto hers, anchoring her feet to the floor. The penetration of his stare momentarily tied her tongue in a knot, turning the awkward moment even more difficult. Carrie Ann hadn’t bumped into Ryan in at least three years and she hadn’t seen him covered in sweat in ten. An image of him, gloriously naked, flashed in her mind and her thighs. Frustration mounted as her body willingly betrayed her.
Carrie Ann’s jaw set rigid contemplating the idea of flipping off her hooha for its insubordination.
“That was a long time ago,” she snipped abruptly.
“Seems like only yesterday to me.”
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About the Author:
Beverly Preston
#1 Bestselling Author, Beverly Preston has been a stay at home mom for 21 years, although she prefers the title Domestic Engineer. Along the way, Beverly worked side by side with her husband Don, the love of her life, designing, building and selling custom homes. As her children begin to venture out on their own, she’s left to shed a tear—for a minute—wonder what’s next in life, and embrace the feeling of empowerment that surely must’ve been wrapped in a present she received on her fortieth birthday.
If Beverly isn’t at home riding her spin bike, you’ll find her spinning richly emotional and sinfully sexy romance stories.
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COVER REVEAL – Master No (Masters and Mercenaries, Book 9) by Lexi Blake
Coming August 4, 2015
Disavowed by those he swore to protect…
Tennessee Smith is a wanted man. Betrayed by his government and hunted by his former employer, he’s been stripped of everything he holds dear. If the CIA finds him, they’re sure to take his life as well. His only shot at getting it all back is taking down the man who burned him. He knows just how to get to Senator Hank McDonald and that’s through his daughter, Faith. In order to seduce her, he must become something he never thought he’d be—a Dom.
Overcome by isolation and duty…
All her life, Dr. Faith “Mac” McDonald has felt alone, even among her family. Dedicating herself to helping others and making a difference in the world has brought her some peace, but a year spent fighting the Ebola virus in West Africa has taken a toll. She’s come home for two months of relaxation before she goes back into the field. After holding so many lives in her hands, nothing restores her like the act of submission. Returning to her favorite club, Mac is drawn to the mysterious new Dom all the subs are talking about, Master No. In the safety of his arms, she finds herself falling head over heels in love.
Forced to choose between love and revenge…
On an exclusive Caribbean island, Ten and Mac explore their mutual attraction, but her father’s plots run deeper than Ten could possibly have imagined. With McKay-Taggart by his side, Ten searches for a way to stop the senator, even as his feelings for Mac become too strong to deny. In the end, he must choose between love and revenge—a choice that will change his life forever.
“Do they really call you Master No?”
He chuckled. “Apparently. But you’re not going to call me that. Are you?”
He was right back to staring at her lips. Actually, it was nice to see the horny side of Tennessee. She loved his name. It fit the man. Enigmatic. “Why do they call you that?”
He scooted closer to her, so close their chests almost touched. “Because I don’t play around. Not with women who don’t mean something to me. I have my duties at Sanctum and I fulfill them, but I’m not indulgent with women who don’t belong to me. I tend to be very much the opposite.”
Another thing she didn’t understand. Even in their texts and Internet conversations, he’d been indulgent with her. He seemed to want to see her do things that pleased her. He’d ordered her to eat chocolate one night when she said she shouldn’t because she was worried about her weight. She did not make that mistake twice. He’d watched as she’d had her first real chocolate in almost a year. “You’re not that way with me.”
“I have a contract that states very plainly you do belong to me.” He stared at her for a moment and she had an unnerving thought that he could see right through her. “You’re not afraid of what could happen to you after yesterday. You’re afraid of what could happen between the two of us.”
Well, he wasn’t pussyfooting around the situation. “Like I said, it feels different than I thought it would. I feel more than I thought I would.”
He moved in again and she could suddenly feel his heat all over. Not just his heat. Something really big and really hard was resting against her thigh. It was fairly close to where it should be. Could be. Might be soon.
“There’s nothing wrong with that, Faith. Did you really want to sleep with a man you didn’t know?”
That three weeks had been the difference. She supposed she’d expected they would get in touch but not a lot more. They would come together to play and have sex. It felt like more than sex. Being so close to Tennessee felt more intimate than actually having sex with Roger. “No. I thought I did. I thought it was kind of the right thing to do. Real relationships are hard for me. My career is kind of demanding.”
His fingertips brushed over her collarbone. God, he was killing her. “Yes, it’s demanding, but you know what I think?”
He leaned over and kissed the tip of her nose, a sweet gesture.
He was being so tender with her and she wanted to scream at him to just jump on her and have his wicked way. Her body was getting primed. Her nipples were so hard. They might climb off her body and try to get between his ridiculously sexy lips. “I don’t. I don’t know anything right now.”
Except the fact that she wanted him. It was probably a bad idea, but she wanted him.
“Then let me help you out, darlin’. You don’t have to think for a while. Let’s both stop thinking and follow our instincts for once.” He moved in and his lips caressed hers.
Easy, thoughtful, at first he simply pressed his mouth to hers, letting them rub together as though taking stock of the feel of her. Ten didn’t overwhelm her. He started slow. He let her sigh against him as he brushed his lips over hers and let her taste the mint on his mouth.
She gasped and pushed against him. “You already got up and brushed your teeth.”
The most devilish look went over his face and he stopped playing. He rolled over and his body was on top of hers, his hips coaxing her legs to open wide. Before she really knew what he was doing, his cock was right on her core. “Yes, I did. I woke up and I showered and brushed my teeth, and my poor little sub slept the morning away. I came back out here and climbed into bed with you and waited for my moment. I’m going to eat you up, Faith.”
His mouth covered hers and she couldn’t fight him. It felt too good. His tongue surged and he seemed eager to devour her. His mouth slanted over hers again and again, his body heavy but in the best of ways. She loved his weight bearing her down into the mattress. There really wasn’t enough space for the two of them, but they didn’t need it. They simply nestled together until she wasn’t sure how to untangle their limbs. His chest pressed down, warmth flaring through her as his tongue invaded.
He’d gotten up and prepared himself for her. Oh, he wasn’t giving her the same courtesy, but he didn’t seem to need it. He wasn’t acting like a man who wasn’t enjoying himself.
“Stop thinking, Faith,” he growled against her lips. “You taste good. You’re fucking perfect and I dreamed about doing this all night. Best dreams I’ve had in forever. I’m not waiting for you to decide you’re good enough for me. I’m telling you. You’re perfect and I want to fuck you more than I want my next damn breath.”
He took her mouth before she could respond and she just kind of melted under him. There was nothing else to do. He’d taken control and she needed this.
He kissed her and his hands explored, running under her tank top and up to the under curve of her breast. His cock was suddenly right on top of her mound. Only her pajama bottoms, thin undies, and his boxers were between them. She could feel the hard line of his erection jutting between her thighs, dragging over her pussy in a blatant imitation of what he would do once he got inside her.
“Dreamed about this all damn night.” He shifted off to the side and his hand suddenly cupped her, one thumb brushing over her nipple. “Hell, I’ve dreamed about this since we started talking, Faith, and I think you have, too. That’s why you’re acting so skittish this morning. You like me.”
So arrogant and so damn right. She couldn’t help but smile at him. “I do. I like you a lot, Tennessee.”
He rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. “Well, that’s a good thing because I like you, too, Faith.”
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BLOG TOUR ~ Roxy by Stevie J Cole
Title: Roxy (Pandemic Sorrow Book 3)
Author: Stevie J Cole
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My life had been no fairy tale. Actually, growing up, it had been something more like a nightmare, which is why I ended up so hard. When you don’t want to hurt having the ability to be numb is your best defense mechanism. And for a long time all I was doing was existing.
Jag Steele, the lead singer of the international rock band Pandemic Sorrow, was the epitome of everything I despised: arrogant, entitled, but the thing I hated most about him was that he was an addict. Drugs had been the demon that had ruined everything in my life, and anyone who had a love affair with them pretty much made my stomach turn. It brought up memories I wanted to stay buried. Needless to say, I wasn’t exactly a fan of Jag.
Funny thing is, people aren’t always who you expect them to be. Never in a million years would I have thought the night I meet Jag would have any significance on the rest of my life, but it did.
I found out that sometimes something that screams utter destruction might actually be your saving grace.
Some people may say our story is too screwed up to be a romance, but for two broken people, we made the pieces fit together perfectly.
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I grew up in the southern United States, and am still stuck here. The basics: I’m eccentric, I’m slightly obsessive, and I’ve been called a pervert. I love writing because it is nothing short of a magic trick. It pulls someone else into your mind and holds them there. Fair warning: my mind is pretty twisted, so watch out.
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RELEASE WEEK BLITZ ~ Wild Thing (Billionaires in Disguise: Georgie and Rock Stars in Disguise: Xan, Book 2) by Blair Babylon
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Review & Recommendation ~ MY TIME IN THE AFFAIR by Stylo Fantôme
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My Time in the Affair by Stylo Fanôme
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~ Mischa ~
I made a conscious decision to cheat on my husband.
Now, before you judge me, hear my story. Hear how much I’m like you, how similar my thoughts are to your own. Yes, I’m a horrible person. Yes, I’ve done horrible things. Yes, I don’t deserve forgiveness. Yes, bad things happened because of my actions.
But I’m willing to bet I’ve done things that maybe, just maybe, you have thought of doing.
Maybe, just maybe, you’re not as innocent as you’d like to think.
Or maybe I’m not so guilty …
WARNING: This book involves CHEATING. The word AFFAIR is in the title. The main character has an AFFAIR. In the synopsis (directly above), she states that she intentionally has an AFFAIR. If you don’t like CHEATING, then you have been VERY WELL warned. Also, this book is primarily written in the third-person narrative.
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Holy fuck, where to start!!! I knew Stylo Fantôme could write one helluva book but this just nails it for me!
The first thing I’ve got to say is that a storyline involving cheating is usually a line that I tend to avoid crossing, never mind reading a book where the whole story is based around a woman setting out to have an affair….. but hell, if I’d stuck to my usual modus operandi, I’d have missed this corker of a story. We’ve all heard the phrases ‘The heart wants what the heart wants’ and ‘we can’t help who we fall in love with’ – clichés, definitely, but in this case so very fuckin’ true!!
I was entranced from the start. I actually really liked Mischa, no, scratch that, I bloomin’ loved her… and I absolutely adored Tal. It came as quite a surprise that rather than feeling that what they were doing was wrong I kinda delighted that she was happy. Ok, a lot of the time she wasn’t, like when she let her mind wander to what she was actually doing but, overall, when she was with her lover she was like a different person!
Mischa was like an open book, stronger than she realised and brave, so very brave to put her life as she knew it on the line as she did (hmm, I like to think it says more about Stylo’s writing than it does that say about my moral compass that I felt like that about her rather than be appalled by her actions?!) .
Tal, oh Mr Canaan, (can I just say that he’s giving Jameson a run for his money in my head!!) he was Mr Hot, Hung and Sexy – and deeply mysterious. He was like a calm to Mischa’s storm, how he treated her anchored her, made her feel again (jeez, he possibly made her feel for the first time ever!!) but he was kinda too good to be true and when his secret came out it was awful to watch two hearts be so horribly broken.
Given my thoughts on infidelity I did think I would feel compassion and at least a little sympathy for her husband but I honestly didn’t take to Mike – well, there was a scene later in the book where I began to warm to him but then I wanted to get pissed with him as I felt he was more culpable than he’d ever admit to (but hey, I’m not into spoilers so that’s something for you to find out when you read)
Maybe the reason I engaged so with our lead characters was because I actually know a couple of people who have married their friend and it’s totally been the wrong thing to do – regardless that it was done out of ‘love’ or as the next progressive step in their relationship, it’s a road that should never have been traveled and it never appeared it would lead to a lifetime of happiness…. It’s not a nice thing to watch happen – it’s a bit like witnessing a car crash, you can see it happening but there bugger all you can say or do to stop it and when the impact happens it sadly often destroys more than you thought it could..
My Time in the Affair was, for me, a love story at heart. It was at times sad, thought-provoking, heartbreaking and intense while managing to be uplifting, at times light (the ease and banter between Mischa and Tal was so real and natural), heartening and let’s not forget how blisteringly bloody HOT it was!!!
Ms Fantôme is a writing genius and extremely talented when it comes to hot, sweaty, down and dirty sex scenes. She is also a master at the sweet, tender and gentle moments. Such talent from an author who hasn’t been known for all that long and I don’t think she’s done yet!!
My blog PIC always tells me about the ‘feels’ she got when she’s read a really great book – something I did think I had a handle on, until I read MTITA – all I did was ‘feel’ while reading their story!! Seriously, this is a book that I will reread time and time and time again!
I’ve read SF’s ‘Kane Trilogy‘ and loved it and now with ‘My Time in the Affair‘ she’s grabbed my heart – if you haven’t read her books yet you really have to take the time to pick them up, take yourself off somewhere quiet and lose yourself in her wonderful tales!!
If I could give this more than a 5* rating I would!!! One of my fave books of the year so far!!!
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Rebecca
In a sea of mediocrity Stylo Fantôme’s star shines brightly, My Time in the Affair is an absolutely stunning story from this ûber talented author. Multi-faceted, insightful, thought provoking, emotional yet also so deliciously hot, dirty and sexy, it is totally flawless and special.
Over years of reading there are certain authors whose work I have particularly loved whom I one-click no matter the blurb or content just because they have written it, Stylo was already on that list due to the calibre of her debut last year, however also within this group of favourites are certain specific books that have, for whatever reason, especially resonated with me and become rereads many times over – Lady Luck by Kristen Ashley, Welcome to Temptation by Jennifer Crusie, Carnage #1 & #2 by Lesley Jones, Undeniable by Madeline Sheehan, are all special to me and have given hours of pleasure over the years, My Time in the Affair is now added to that list.
My focus and reading mojo has been off lately due to that bitch cancer touching real life but, after picking up and putting down multiple books, I was swept away by Mischa and Tal from the pen of Ms Fantôme, I enjoyed The Kane Trilogy, loved Completion but MTITA is so stunning I wish had the words to convey it, to express the beauty of it.
Many will be put off by the fact this involves cheating and whilst this is normally a deal breaker issue for me and I’ve been that hypocritical one, black and white issue, you don’t cheat, Ms Fantôme made me rethink, showed me the huge grey area in-between where good people who sometimes just make poor decisions reside, not bad people having their cake and eating it but human, real people, flawed, hurting and just wanting to be happy.
“I’m not trying to make excuses. There is no excuse for what I did. I should have broken up with him. Point, blank, period. I know this. I know this. But when you’re looking at your best friend, a person who is a part of the fabric of your being, and you can literally see their heart start to break, well … it takes a lot of strength to smash that heart all the way. To disintegrate it. It takes someone stronger than me.”
MTITA gave me huge feels, I fell in love with Mischa and Tal, hook line and sinker, one of my favourite couples of all time. Mischa just wants to be happy, to be desired, isn’t that what we all search and hope for? Someone to navigate this life with, laugh, cry and be comfortable with whilst having passion and lust on the menu as well. Having married her best friend she had the laugh, cry and comfortable, but it was a relationship built on a lie she is unaware of, so the passion and lust dies leaving her floundering, unhappy and discontent with a partner unwilling to acknowledge a problem let alone try to resolve it.
“Something I have learned in life is that things are never as they seem. You think love is one thing – turns out, it’s a whole big barrel of fucked-up-ness. You think marriage is one thing – turns out, it’s an even bigger barrel of fucked-up-ness. You think you can plan something down to the letter – but really, things will go down however they’re going to go down, regardless of your planning. You think you’ve made up your mind – but someone can make it up for you. You think you’re resolved to do something – and then you do the exact opposite.”
Having made a decision to cheat, into the picture comes Tal, one of the hottest, sexiest book boyfriends I have ever read. My blogging partner-in-crime called him Mr Hot, Hung and Sexy and I’m stealing it because, oh my!!!!! Panties totally optional when he’s around, hot flushes not caused by menopause for a change! He’s hot, mysterious, funny, sweet, dirty and delicious. When he whispers “Come find me” I swear I have a little mini orgasm and I’m Mischa in my head!
“Whenever you hear this, I hope it finds you well. I hope you’re dancing, because you were built for it. I hope you’re smiling, because your mouth was made for it. I hope you’re laughing, because it’s the most incredible sound. And I hope you’re being loved by somebody, because you deserve it.”
Ultimately though the attraction of this book is the outstanding writing and the feels it conveys. The depth and emotion of Mischa’s struggle to do right for herself, her husband and Tal, the fledgling relationship that starts to develop from the lust and the passion between Mischa and Tal, the secrets and lies that tear one relationship apart and put the puzzle together of the failing of the other, all of it flawless and captivating, beautifully written, raw, real, sweet, sexy, hot, dirty and just bloody gorgeous. Special beyond belief, Fantôme is a breed apart and was born to write.
“All those moments between those seconds. Timeless. Their love would always be alive; a living, beating heart, but just caught in a moment. Caught in their time. Maybe that’s all they were. Just a time in love. Just a time in an affair.”
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Can’t Stop – Red Hot Chili Peppers
Firework – Katy Perry
Stay With Me – Sam Smith
We Found Love – Calvin Harris ft. Rihanna
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Crazy woman living in an undisclosed location in Alaska (where the need for a creative mind is a necessity!), I have been writing since …, forever? Yeah, that sounds about right. I have been told that I remind people of Lucille Ball – I also see shades of Jennifer Saunders, and Denis Leary. So basically, I laugh a lot, I’m clumsy a lot, and I say the F-word A LOT.
I like dogs more than I like most people, and I don’t trust anyone who doesn’t drink. No, I do not live in an igloo, and no, the sun does not set for six months out of the year, there’s your Alaska lesson for the day. I have mermaid hair – both a curse and a blessing – and most of the time I talk so fast, even I can’t understand me.
Yeah. I think that about sums me up.
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