p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"Chapter 31 (Sherlock's P.O.V.)/p
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p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"I was in Buckingham Palace again. Oh the memories...at least this time I was wearing some clothes. Time to focus. So Moriarty had more bombs. How many? Where? What did he want us to do? Just then my phone dinged. I automatically checked it. It was from Bailey! /p
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p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"'More bombs over London' it read. Attached was a picture of a bank of monitors, showing sleek, sophisticated bombs. But there was also a person being held hostage in each of the rooms! /p
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p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"'How many?' I replied./p
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p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"'12' was the immediate response. I closed my eyes. What was I going to do? /p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" /p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"'Where are you and what are doing out of the flat?' I asked./p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" /p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"'Long story.' Came the reply. 'But b assured we r safe. Got a plan? :)'. Smiley face? Hmmm./p
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p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;""What are you doing, Sherlock? I hope for her sake that it's not your little sister." I kept my face a mask of calm, concealing the fact that it was, in fact, my little sister./p
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p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;""No. A member of my homeless network," I said. /p
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p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;""I am going to text my man and we'll see if it truelly isn't your sweet baby sister." He pulled out his phone and shot a quick text. A reply came. "Well," Moriarty said. "They say your sister and her friend are right where they're supposed to be. They did try to come to you, but my cabbie got to them first," he made a tisk-tisk sound. "That little one of yours and her friend are annoying me, Sherlock." I hoped for their sakes that Bailey and Abbie didn't do anything stupid. Another text came./p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" /p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"'Sherlock, r u there? U r scaring me.' From Bailey./p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" /p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"'I'm here, little one. Do you see anything unusual? A control panel? Timer?'/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" /p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"'Here's the control panel. You can't read the timer in the middle, but it says 9:53 in that picture.' I looked at the attached picture carefully. I expanded it to full screen./p
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p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;""Is that nine hours or minutes?" I asked Moriarty. He looked slightly shocked./p
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p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;""Very good, Sherly! It's minutes, if you must know." I texted Bailey./p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" /p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"'That 9 is minutes, Bailey. Do you have anyone with you who can handle bombs?'/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" /p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"'Yeah. We got the min part. We r actually holding M's cabbie hostage right now.' Bailey replied. I grinned to myself. /p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" /p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"'B careful. He probably has a trick up his sleeve,'/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" /p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"'Obvi. He brought us here w/o asking.' I frowned./p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" /p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"'I want you to call Mycroft.' I replied./p
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p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"'Ab's already on it.' She texted./p
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p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"./\./\./\./\./\./\./\./\./\./\./\./p
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p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"Bailey's P.O.V./p
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p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"./\./\./\./\./\./\./\./\./\./\./\./p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" /p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"I frowned as I typed out the fact that Moriarty's cabbie, whose name tag read Joe, had brought us here voluntarily. "What are you planning?" I said, whirling on Joe. He only grinned, shaking his head. I scowled at him. Then I turned to Abbie. "Call Mycroft. We need some help, and Michael won't help this time." She nodded, dialing Mycroft's number. Then Sherlock replied. I grinned at the fact that he told me to call Mycroft after we had already done so. I listened to Abbie's conversation./p
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p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;""No...Well, I...Not sure...Duh!...I can't reach it...What does the fact that it's a pizza parlor have to do with it?...No, not really...I don't know what's happening at Buckingham...Well, last I saw he had clothes on...Know what? Here's your little sister." She handed me the phone in frustration./p
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p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;""Hello?" I said./p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" /p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;""Bailey, I want you to text me a picture of the monitures and control panel."/p
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p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;""Okay," I said. I took the pics and sent them to him. After a second of looking at them, he said,/p
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p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;""That blue button should be a PA system hooked up to Buckingham palace. He would want communication. Try talking to him first. Oh, actually, push the green button-that should temporarily stop the clock."/p
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p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;""For how long?"/p
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p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;""Five minutes," he said. I shuddered. That meant we had about thirteen minutes total. /p
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p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;""Thanks," I said./p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" /p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;""Oh, and Bailey," he said before hanging up, "please don't get yourself or Sherlock killed." I looked at the phone after he hung up, shook my head, then handed Abbie's phone back to her. I will never figure out that man./p
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p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;""Green button gives us a five minute delay," I said. Abbie pushed it. "Blue button is a PA system to Buckingham palace." She pushed that one, too. Let the fun begin! /p
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p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;""Is this thing on?" I said into the mic. I searched through the bank of monitors, looking for the Buckingham palace one. I found it just as Moriarty jumped slightly from my unexpected voice./p
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p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"./\./\./\./\./\./\./\./\./\./\./p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" /p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"Author note./p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" /p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"Man, After a few months, I had already forgotten how far in we were! i am so excited by these developments. I can't wait to finish this little venture! I am so appreciative to all of you who are keeping up with this! So sorry about the long wait. don't get hopes up to quickly, though, about a new update again. Maybe I can get you lovelies some updates soon... maybe! /p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" /p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"Anyway, Hope everyone's Christmas, New Years, and all your other beautiful celebrations went well this year and that this years off to a great start!/p
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p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"Pianist/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" /p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"I was in Buckingham Palace again. Oh the memories...at least this time I was wearing some clothes. Time to focus. So Moriarty had more bombs. How many? Where? What did he want us to do? Just then my phone dinged. I automatically checked it. It was from Bailey! /p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" /p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"'More bombs over London' it read. Attached was a picture of a bank of monitors, showing sleek, sophisticated bombs. But there was also a person being held hostage in each of the rooms! /p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" /p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"'How many?' I replied./p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" /p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"'12' was the immediate response. I closed my eyes. What was I going to do? /p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" /p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"'Where are you and what are doing out of the flat?' I asked./p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" /p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"'Long story.' Came the reply. 'But b assured we r safe. Got a plan? :)'. Smiley face? Hmmm./p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" /p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;""What are you doing, Sherlock? I hope for her sake that it's not your little sister." I kept my face a mask of calm, concealing the fact that it was, in fact, my little sister./p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" /p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;""No. A member of my homeless network," I said. /p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" /p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;""I am going to text my man and we'll see if it truelly isn't your sweet baby sister." He pulled out his phone and shot a quick text. A reply came. "Well," Moriarty said. "They say your sister and her friend are right where they're supposed to be. They did try to come to you, but my cabbie got to them first," he made a tisk-tisk sound. "That little one of yours and her friend are annoying me, Sherlock." I hoped for their sakes that Bailey and Abbie didn't do anything stupid. Another text came./p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" /p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"'Sherlock, r u there? U r scaring me.' From Bailey./p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" /p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"'I'm here, little one. Do you see anything unusual? A control panel? Timer?'/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" /p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"'Here's the control panel. You can't read the timer in the middle, but it says 9:53 in that picture.' I looked at the attached picture carefully. I expanded it to full screen./p
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p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;""Is that nine hours or minutes?" I asked Moriarty. He looked slightly shocked./p
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p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;""Very good, Sherly! It's minutes, if you must know." I texted Bailey./p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" /p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"'That 9 is minutes, Bailey. Do you have anyone with you who can handle bombs?'/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" /p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"'Yeah. We got the min part. We r actually holding M's cabbie hostage right now.' Bailey replied. I grinned to myself. /p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" /p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"'B careful. He probably has a trick up his sleeve,'/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" /p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"'Obvi. He brought us here w/o asking.' I frowned./p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" /p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"'I want you to call Mycroft.' I replied./p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" /p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"'Ab's already on it.' She texted./p
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p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"./\./\./\./\./\./\./\./\./\./\./\./p
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p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"Bailey's P.O.V./p
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p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"./\./\./\./\./\./\./\./\./\./\./\./p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" /p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"I frowned as I typed out the fact that Moriarty's cabbie, whose name tag read Joe, had brought us here voluntarily. "What are you planning?" I said, whirling on Joe. He only grinned, shaking his head. I scowled at him. Then I turned to Abbie. "Call Mycroft. We need some help, and Michael won't help this time." She nodded, dialing Mycroft's number. Then Sherlock replied. I grinned at the fact that he told me to call Mycroft after we had already done so. I listened to Abbie's conversation./p
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p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;""No...Well, I...Not sure...Duh!...I can't reach it...What does the fact that it's a pizza parlor have to do with it?...No, not really...I don't know what's happening at Buckingham...Well, last I saw he had clothes on...Know what? Here's your little sister." She handed me the phone in frustration./p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" /p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;""Hello?" I said./p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" /p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;""Bailey, I want you to text me a picture of the monitures and control panel."/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" /p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;""Okay," I said. I took the pics and sent them to him. After a second of looking at them, he said,/p
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p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;""That blue button should be a PA system hooked up to Buckingham palace. He would want communication. Try talking to him first. Oh, actually, push the green button-that should temporarily stop the clock."/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" /p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;""For how long?"/p
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p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;""Five minutes," he said. I shuddered. That meant we had about thirteen minutes total. /p
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p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;""Thanks," I said./p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" /p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;""Oh, and Bailey," he said before hanging up, "please don't get yourself or Sherlock killed." I looked at the phone after he hung up, shook my head, then handed Abbie's phone back to her. I will never figure out that man./p
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p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;""Green button gives us a five minute delay," I said. Abbie pushed it. "Blue button is a PA system to Buckingham palace." She pushed that one, too. Let the fun begin! /p
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p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;""Is this thing on?" I said into the mic. I searched through the bank of monitors, looking for the Buckingham palace one. I found it just as Moriarty jumped slightly from my unexpected voice./p
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p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"./\./\./\./\./\./\./\./\./\./\./p
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p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"Author note./p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" /p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"Man, After a few months, I had already forgotten how far in we were! i am so excited by these developments. I can't wait to finish this little venture! I am so appreciative to all of you who are keeping up with this! So sorry about the long wait. don't get hopes up to quickly, though, about a new update again. Maybe I can get you lovelies some updates soon... maybe! /p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" /p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"Anyway, Hope everyone's Christmas, New Years, and all your other beautiful celebrations went well this year and that this years off to a great start!/p
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p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"Pianist/p