It's eerily calm, eerily quiet, eerily game show free.
My ILs have moved into a beach rental for 10 days. I didn't kick them out, don't worry. It was all planned before they came.
I know. I know. That's cheating because I said 42 days, when really it's only 32 days, and actually I miscalculated, so it's only 30 days, and minus the 10 days of beach rental bliss, I've only got 4 days remaining. Easy peezy lemon squeezy.
What am I going to talk about after they leave? I got nothin'.
I'm totally sitting here in a stupor of thought.
You know what's weird. Don't hate me, but I kinda miss them.
I mean, I jest A LOT . . . but I kinda like 'em. I would never tell them that, but they grow on you, in a Kellee Pickler/Walter Mathau sort of way.
Anywho . . .
Miss Heidi has been asking me who Stephen is and why he keeps waxing philosophical in my comment box.
Stephen is my apostate brother. My sarcastic, philosophical, apostate brother, who recently got into a blog brawl with my twin, Shelle. He always did love a good fist fight.
But apostates are people too, and they need a little TLC in between the punches.
And I just now realized that I haven't told you much about my life, have I?
Do you want a bed-time story?
Okay, grab the fleece blanket you got for Christmas and curl up.
Right here. Next to me.
Once upon a time there was a fanatically religious, charismatic man who had a rare blood clotting disorder called Hemophilia.
He married his beautiful softspoken high school sweetheart and they moved from Long Beach California to Zion, Utah. And I mean Zion, as in Happy Valley. And I mean Happy Valley, as in P.R.O.V.O. --that barren stretch of land where no one blogs. At least no one blogs me. (It's all so clear now why I always felt like a stranger there. I AM a stranger there.)
But I digress.
The beautiful, softspoken woman loved him with all her heart. He was the only fanatically regligious, charasmatic man for her and she would never ever love anyone else before or during or after.
He, on the other hand, couldn't return the favor.
They bought a house on the humble side of the town and unpacked all their fanatically religious baggage there.
Sixteen years later, the beautiful, softspoken woman was alone with 7 children and a broken heart. Her heart had been broken so many times it was like Humpty Dumpty.
It's not easy being married to a charasmatic man. Add fanatically religious to the pot, and life gets complicated. Throw in chronic pain, a disabilitating disease and a drug addiction and life can be downright tragical.
But she was the magic rubber cement that held the family together. She was the ancient Chinese secret ingredient. She's not funny, but she's always laughing (when she's not crying).
Stephen and I are the two oldest so we had front row seats to the whole tragedy.
Before his mission he was a religious perfectionist, who confessed to the bishop the first time he french-kissed a girl. But after his mission he started pretending to be an apostate.
He had his heart broken too. For 8 years he tried everything to patch up a betrayed marriage. I never would have predicted he could be so forgiving and patient and extend so much effort in turning the other cheek and rekindling love. But in the end his wife left and married the other guy. I still love her and miss her.
But Stephen found the kindest, sweetest, gentlest, wisest woman in the world, who has helped him put the pieces back together again. And I totally LOVE her too. She's got a heart felt testimony of the gospel, and she doesn't begrudge him his apostasy. (Maybe because she knows he's just pretending (wink wink)).
I don't know why he started pretending. Well, I do. It's all there on his pretend blog. All I know is he's been pretending for more than 20 years, which just goes to show that pretending can be addicting. Take heed, people. Once you start, it's hard to stop.
I think he's pretending because he's a disillusioned believer. Just like I'm pretending to be a dummy, because I'm a disillusioned smarty.
Come to think of it, isn't everyone pretending to be something they're not? Take nudists. Nudist pretend to be naked because they're disillusioned by clothing. And take Mormon mommies. Mormon mommies pretend to be crazy because they're disillusioned by sanity.
And take my latest follower, Headbang8. He's pretending to be a gay German, but I bet he's just a disillusioned straight American. (Warning: DO NOT enter his blog because you'll only learn about wine and other nastiness. He's an uber good pretender. Kristina P could probably handle him, but the rest of you, keep as you are.)
Why would a disillusioned straight American be seen with a disillusioned sane person like me anyway? Doesn't he know I only let M.E.N read this blog if they're related to me or in love with me. Or if they build boring old boats.
Where is the boring old boat guy anyway? And where's his lovely daughter? Don't they know that Ohana means family. And family means no one gets left behind.
. . . What was I talking about again?
Oh, I feel sorry for apostates, don't you? I mean I would totally pretend to be an apostate too but I'm afraid of social osternization. Plus, I don't know if I could handle all the home teachers and visiting teachers dropping by to fellowship me. That's why I'm sticking it out.
(Oh, people, you really don't need to call my bishop. I jest. I jest in truth, but I jest, nonetheless.)
There is one great thing about apostate brothers. They're very supportive! LY Stephen!
Everyone go to his blog now and get in a fist fight with him. Send your home teachers to smack him around too. And please try to re-convert him while you're there. He's kind of a jack-apostate who goes to church and has a calling, so he's half-way there.
Mahalo! (That's Hawaiian for bust a move, people!)
Oh, sorry. Forgot to tuck you in.
S.W.A.K.
65 comments:
I have an apostate mom. Does that mean we are long lost twins?
And I will definitely have to check out that naughty blog that you insist I look at.
"jack-apostate" - HAHAHAHAHAHA
That's the best made up term EVER!
Sorry the bedtime story turned out to be so sad, especially for your mama. Is she still around? Tell me, oh tell me, that she's all right now.
I have a pretty sad, childhood bedtime story too. I might just tell it to you someday. Or maybe not. I might get sued by my family or at least ostrasized by a few, which isn't necessarily a bad thing.
Yes, Kristina. That' seals the deal. (IF I get invited to your cookie exchange.)
Alyson, my mom is fine now. She's still soft spoken and beautiful. She's been alone for 25 years now. Not enough trust in men to try again.
I'm sorry for your sad bedtime story. I'd love to hear it. Sad stories are my favorite.
And I got a fleece blanket for Christmas so I'm ready to curl up when you are. We should have a blog slumber party. :)
Sad stories first. And then the pillow fight.
I totally wish I could share my bedtime story publicly, but seriously, things could get ugly with the fam. Privately, sure, but publicly? It'll take a few years and possibly a published manuscript. :)
Can't believe I'm up at 2:33!
Holy cow! Verifier: eurshy. It's saying "you're shy", since I'm not sharing my story.
Your mom's been alone for 25 years? That makes me sad.
I know. It is sad. She totally held us together though. I respect her so much for that. I'll have to tell more of the story later.
It makes me sad that your story is so sad you can't share it publically, but I totally UNDERSTAND. I have many stories like that.
Girl, power!
LY power!
I find that mormons who've had difficult pasts seem to bond. Feel that with you, my friend.
The things you learn when you stay up all night...
like did you know that Martha Stewart's daughter always has sex on the first date?! What the what! She's confessing it on her tv show. Apparently, she also gets drunk on every date. Who knew Martha's daughter would be such a slut?
Everyone has skeletons. Sometimes we just have to open that closet and stare those skeletons right in the sockets! Things are always scarier in the dark.
PS-I was the "apostate" mom. True story.
I meant to say "lady of easy virtue".
I was going to comment about your jack-apostate fam, and your sad, soft-spoken mother until you were upstaged by Martha Stewart's daughter.
Which do you suppose comes first, the drinking or the sex?
I'm hoping the the drinking. Otherwise, that's just sad.
When is Stephen going to speak up for himself?
Hey, where did Crash go? I think I scared her with my talk of Connecticut, high-flautin, ladies of easy virtue.
OMGOSH! I went to take a shower and you guys are still here bonding. I thought you would go to bed, Alyson, since it's so late. But I did that last night and it was so fun to stay up late blogging. It's more fun at night when everyone's asleep. But I can't do it tonight because I have to teach at 7:30 am. UGH!
So that is CRAZY about Martha Stewart's daughter. I so have a story about MS. I just heard it yesterday from one of my friends who lived right next door to her one summer when she was on house arrest. I'll save it for an upcoming post.
Yes, Apryl. That is so profound. Things are scarier in the dark.
Don't worry, Alyson. Stephen will speak for himself, I have no doubt! And I have a feeling we might here from headbang8 too.
Everybody DUCK!
I didn't think she scared that easily. And it isn't even late where she is! At least I can claim after midnight.
And I'm sure Stephen will be along - eventually.
Look at that - not only do we post together, but we comment together too.
It must be that Pacific Ocean wavelength we're both on. It's like good Karma.
Wow. That is good kharma. I just came back because I forgot to say
April, YOU were the apostate mom. Wow. I would love to share stories. I was this close when I hit my mid-life crisis at 30.
Have you guys ever watched "Whatever, Martha" with Martha's daughter? It is great late night viewing. And, man, do you ever learn some things about her easy-peesy daughter!
Can't wait to hear from Stephen. When he says mormon cynic on his blog, does that mean he's a cynic who happens to be a cynic or is he a cynic of Mormonism?
Mid-life at 30?! Please don't tell us you're going to die at 60!
Similar, major questioning over my way too at around 30, which wasn't too long ago.
I'm bummed I missed this convo! How come I don't get the memos about the parties on Crash's site!?? Lame.
I love the Jack-apostate!
I went to your brother's site but his posts were too long without paragraphs and I need time to breathe soo....I just went and looked around.
How does one get a German gay follower?
You have quite the mix of followers!
Does your mom still love in Happy Valley?
I'm not really still up. I'm sound asleep because I start my first class early tomorrow morning.
But while I was sound asleep I thought of a few things I need to add to the bedtime story. The real me is sleeping soundly. The Crash me is adding details to the story.
Alyson. I don't get that channel, but I would love to watch that show.
And he's a cynic about Mormonism. Bible stuff doesn't add up. He's super smart and intellectual and deep. So that's why you can't breathe, Kritta.
Kritta. Yes, mom lives close to happy valley. She's just south in sometimes happy/sometimes sad valley.
And Kritta, I'm going to have a slumber party tomorrow night so everyone take a nap. And bring your fleece blankets.
And I have no idea how I got a Gay German follower. No earthly idea. Maybe it's like Kevin Costner says. "If you blog it, they will come."
I'm glad I was comment # 13 AND #22. My two favorite numbers.
My favorite number is 37...just for the record. Or 73.
I'm going to bed now cuz it's one and I think that 5 hours of blog reading is quite enough.
I'll be here tomorrow with bells on.
It's amazing how you took so many depressing truths and turned it into such an entertaining story. If I would have written it, people would have been slitting their wrists half way through. I hope you do write a book soon. You've got skillz, girl. I don't recommend that any happy, believing mormons read my blog. Not only did I not study English, but you'll be a happier Mormon if you don't know the details.
it takes talent to make a sad story also be amusing - of course, living the sad story probably helped give you the ability to look for amusement.
hmmm... like Alyson I'd be afraid of airing too much family laundry publicly - not sure how they'll even respond to the thorn post (can anyone say over-sensitive?) but I left out all the "blame" issues just so there wouldn't be arguments
That was lovely. I'm with your brother tho. You've got story-tellin' talent. Should I attempt to tell the family story, we'd have people trying to check out of life a teensy bit early.
Thanks for the personal glimps into your life. I think we all can relate to having some relative fall away.
(I think my mom thinks I'm that relative in my family)
Thanks for the plug about my blog, but I must say, I'm not worthy.
I kinda feel like Martha Stewart just complimented my cookies, which I actually bought at the store.
But then again, look at her daughter.
Not judging, just saying.
Anyway, sorry I don't often comment. I like to pretend I'm still a creepy lurker.
awwww what a bedtime story...now i gotta go click on all that linky loo up there
I didn't even know Stephen had a blog..ha.
Not fair! You blogged about Stephen and you KNEW I wasn't going to be here on Tuesday. What's up with that? I wrote a whole chapter of my new book and I COULDA been HERE! What's wrong with me? ?!?!
I was the hypocritical apostate mom. I didn't go, but I made the hubby and boys go. This was ten years ago in a land not so far away. Sandi knows the land dearly and the reasons why. But we are still friends! She loved me anyways, cause she is awesome like that!
The times were brutal. In times like that you find out who your real friends are and how strong you really are. Nuff said.
I meant to say a cynic who happens to be Mormon...what the heck does cynic that happens to be a cynic mean?! Sorry about the confusion, Crash! But it looks like you got my drift.
From seeing a little of your bro's blog, it looks like your dad has passed. Sorry. How did his religious fanatism manifest?
And you still haven't answered if you're going to die at 60, which is making me worry. Do you know something we don't? :)
Holy missed the party. It's like you guys went for a 3 hour tour or something.
Loved the bedtime story. Sometimes when other's share it helps us to know that we are not alone. Although I feel kind of bad that my childhood was pretty much perfect. But I think life has made up for that a little in the past 20 years.
Sara I think you are worthy.
Heidi, are you rethinking your resolution already?
Alyson, sorry to hear that you have a sad story also. Maybe you are right that when sadness touches us, it changes us somehow, and then when we find each other we just know somehow and that is why we have all bonded the way we have. There is just something about someone else who understands.
Next time let me know- I missed the whole bedtime story- pajama party! But that is pretty typical..no matter how hard I try- I am always the first one asleep at sleep-overs.
You amaze me CRASH.
You're outlook and perspective.
{{hugs}} to you and Stephen.. and Stephen if you are lurking.. I'm baking up fresh rolls of cinn.swirl to bring over as my VT visit.
Ahem Crash...I just want to say that I really enjoyed your bedtime story, nobody tells it like you do. Yeah, I was the one curled up at the foot of your bed, snoring so loudly..lol.
So I was thinking about your apostate brother, not in sick way or anything, more like his cynic self, you know what I mean. My question was, of course that is always a question I wonder all the time....How did two people like you and your brother grow up in the same home, raised by the same mom, suffered the same thing, have such different views on it? I mean, you are able to look make your sad story a fun one but if he tells it, it would sound really sad and frustrating?
Yikes. I hope I never have a bedtime story like that.
Alyson, you CRAZY. You can say that in whatever accent you like. But, girl, YOU CRAZY.
You're gonna need to go get your IL's and bring 'em right back home. And then put on an Office marathon, and some cold rolls but leave some in the oven to be hot, and lock them in there or put a note on it that says, "Serve yourSELF."
That's kind of you Swirl. I live just north of Zion(Provo) about 40 miles. Make sure you apply your Apostate bug spray well in advance before you knock. haha
anjeny-I believe she emotionally dealt with it earlier in her life and made better life decisions. She obviously got more of our fathers charisma(not in the religious sense).
Good morning everyone! Does anyone have a bedtime story hangover?
I do too. Especially when I awoke at 5:30 am to get ready for my first class of the semester. That's right, I'm a workin' girl again.
T, that's exactly right. I spent my childhood trying to make everyone laugh so they wouldn't cry.
Heidi, you silly goose. I waited until Tuesday NIGHT so you could wake up and read it on Wednesday. If I had written it on Monday night THAT would have been rude! And YAY, you got a whole chapter written. You go girl!
April, no wonder I like you so much. I'm sorry about your brutal land. It would be interesting to hear about it sometime . . . somewhere . . . over the rainbow. The blog rainbow, of course. Sing it to me.
Alyson, I don't think you're CRAZY, but I think Mariko's crazy. That's why she wears tie-dye. Yes, my dad died when I was 14. As far as the religious fanaticim goes, he was actually a very spiritual person, so that tempered the hypocrisy and the extreme religious zeal. I had to learn to discern the spirituality from the religious excess.
Oh Nutty Hamster Chick. You are so talented at being profound and amusing at the same time. You're so right. I guess everyone gets it somehow (in the end).
Sorry Swirl, the bedtime story was totally spontaneous. We didn't have time to send out invitations. But come tonight. And bring your swirly cinnamon roles. Oooh, and your caramel popcorn. I made some and it was yum-o! And thanks for your sweetness.
Anjeny, the reason is because I've been writing for a long long time. Way longer than Stephen. I wrote all the sad, heavy stuff already. And what I learned is that people don't love to read sad heavy stuff. We can only handle so much sadness before we need to go watch The Office. So now I keep it light.
Also I wrote through all my childhood pain already. Cried it all out. It's totally gone. It doesn't hurt anymore, so now I can poke fun at it.
It's the same with my IL's. All the things I write about them are things I got really angry about in the past, but that I've learned to blow off now. That's why it's so stinkin' funny. And I tease my MIL about everything I write. She knows I'm on to her, and she likes it.
Stephen got the honesty gene in the family. He CANNOT tell a lie if your paid him. He's a no-spin zone kinda guy. But surpringly, in person, he's very funny and pretty light hearted.
I don't know if I am sad that I was left out of the party or relieved that I wasn't here to bear my soul (and bore yours) and later get embarassed for doing so.
I need to figure out the time difference so I can stop feeling left out. :)
Bear?! Bare?
My husband also has very strong feelings about Utah County (aka Provo). He says that the greatest sacrifice he ever made was living there while I was attending BYU for a semester during the first year we were married. Recently we were driving through "Happy Valley" on the way to Lake Powell and I had to make a pitstop at a gas station (I make a LOT of pitstops... I probably need an overactive bladder medication for that) but he refused to stop until we had passed through Utah County. I thought he was kidding at first... I was wrong. Painfully wrong as it turns out. hahaha!!!
I'm protesting; I live in Zion aka Happy Valley aka Provo (well, Orem) and I blog you. At least-I think I do. You said no one there blogs you...what does that mean? Does it mean we read and comment on your blog? Cuz if so....then I totally blog you.
I also protest jack-apostates. People that really live in Zion don't condone that type of behavior. It's almost as evil as sarcasm.
At least you get a short reprieve from your ILs.
Hope you don't get stir crazy.
With Love,
CaJoh
OMgoodness. (Oh, I have a new way to say that. Leave the d out. That's how my MIL says it. Oh my gooness. It's a soft D not gooey goo.)
Oh my gooness, Cajoh! Is that all you've got to say today? Oh ye wise one??? Come on, you don't got nothin' more for me?
Robin, welcome. And how interesting. hmmm. Did he go to Provo high too?
Barb, Orem doesn't count girlfriend. NO ONE who actually LIVES in PROVO is ever on my sitemeter. I kid you not. I once thought there was YOUNGBLOOD4ever. And I was so happy that I sent her a Twilight shirt. But then she told me she actually lives in American Fork. I still love her to death and I'm glad I sent the shirt, but there's only one person who sometimes reads me who lives in PROVO, but she's my friend so that doesn't count.
I know, SAD story!
Orem is so close though that I almost feel happy you blog me!
Huh. My faith is too shaky to go anywhere near your brother's blog, but it's cool that you guys are cool. My brother's an atheist (my fault, I gave him Atlas Shrugged when he was 18) but I still let him come hang out with me and make him babysit my kids. If I didn't need him to babysit I might not let him hang out. Okay, that's not true. He's the handsome one in the family so I keep him around to remind me that someday those genes might manifest in me, too. Like I'll wake up and be all, "Oh, I'm good-looking. Heredity has not betrayed me!"
Did I digress?
Thank you very much for your kind words, my sweet little Horrible Warning.
You're right, trying to be a straight American was disillusioning.
You forgot to mention that I'm an atheist as well as a homosexual, or is the business about wine some kind of secret Moromon code word for all that?
That I ticked the box should not surprise you. You write well, and have something to say. What better reason?
I have heard many Mormons who flirt with apostasy say, rather like you do, that they simply cannot imagine life without the warm, close-knit community which the church provides.
It's a huge emotional wrench which demands they sacrifice something of genuine human value to them. It's one thing to abandon a religious belief, quite another to abandon the people you love--or perhaps, risk them abandoning you.
Alas, many of us (not just those who practice Mormonism) have the wrench thrust into their hands, sometimes against their will.
I recall a documentary about the Australian comedienne Sue-Ann Post. She was forced into apostasy when she came out as a lesbian. She found peace easily with her new theological outlook, but was devastated by the sense of social isolation, and absence of the genuine love which her Mormon community gave to its members.
Love should be treasured, celebrated, and above all, practised. It sounds as though your faith, CTD, helps you to do exactly that. If so, embrace your faith with all your heart. And we can leave the theological squabbles to those who have the patience for them.
Love ya,
HB8
Apostate Bottom
P.S. Your brother...what a class act! I loved the bit about the rats on Valentine's Day. Neat.
Melanie, I'm reading Atlas Shrugged right now. It's my sister's favorite book. (And you have no worries, you inherited the super-hot gene.)
and OMGOSH! Did you guys see what Headbang8 wrote? I'm totally hyperventilating because now I have a favorite Gay German guy in my life. The headbanger just perfectly articulated why I feel sorry for apostates. I'm so glad I didn't have to try to give birth to those thoughts myself.
LY, GGHB8
verifier says pingsh
That's the sound my comment box makes when someone says something profound and compassionate all at the same time.
Thanks Crash and Stephen for clearing that up. Stephen, I don't mean to put you on the spot there so thanks for answering me. I think I just might check out your blog and see if I can actually get into deep discussion with you about what you blog.
Crash, I gotta commend you for your ability to make a sad situation into a happy one.
Wow, headbang is extremely articulate. If English is his second language, I am blown away. I speak some spanish but no where near that level.
Okay I just read that headbang is originally from pittsburg, so english is his first language. Still very articulate.
I like headbanger because that was Colin Firth's name in Mama Mia. And THAT my friends, is exactly how deep I am. So I probably shouldn't have commented on this particularly DEEP post but I did because that is how I roll.
Can I just say people are so funny?!?! We all look at situations so differently.
Keep up the good work!
Great bedtime story crash! Yawn! I'm ready to sleep now. :)
I knew both Crash, and Stephen before she crashed, and he became a cynic!
Crash has always been funny. I always laughed with and at her. I loved to be around her. She had and still has this amazing smile and sparkling eyes. She has always made those around her happy and feel good about themselves.
Infact I recently met a classmate of mine (2 years younger then crash) who couldn't stop talking about how Crash pulled her off the wall and placed her on the dance floor. I let her know it was good to see her again as well. :)
I don't have any memory of Crash's pain and sorrow over our family issues. She always seemed happy to me.
She met this amazing young man who loved to laugh with and at her as well. Together they were life of any and every party, get together, and main hall at Provo High.
I think all this pretend hard times must be a writing technique she learn in Provo. :)
Stephen was the perfect Mormon son. He seemed to do everything right. He was determined, steady, strong, and talented at everything he tried to do. And most importantly he would let me hang out with him.
I don't remember him being sad about anything but girls. Perhaps a setup for what he would go through later in his life. Ouch!
Thanks for being funny, sad, honest, and such good WARNINGS for me!
I feel so freakin' ignored. It must be that time of the month. I shall have to muster all my funnies and profounds then try harder on your next post!
My husband was duly horrified that you suggested he attended Provo High. Thanks for the laugh on that. He grew up on the other side of point of the mountain. It is to his chagrin that his oldest son is a BYU fan. His 6 year old is making up for it for cheering for the Utes. His four-year old is undecided and his three-year old is mixed up and cheers for the BYUtes. Notice I'm saying HIS kids??? My husband is out of town today which naturally creates naughtier kids and when your kids are naughty they are no longer yours... they are your spouse's.
LOL...OH MY GOSH! I can't believe that you mentioned that I socked your brother a good one...
And then...
And then...
Even though I AM a girl...HE FULL on dropped kicked me!
But Apostate's do that ya know?
And Headbanger8...what the what? I must go check him out!
I love our TRIPLET...that guys brain is GREAT right! lol! What an act! i love it!
I thought we were having a slumber party...
The only problem is...I'm half asleep!
BTW...what the 59 comments...now 60!!! I've never made it there...I'm so envious right now of Triplet/twin jealousy I just might have to apostate from you for a bit...
Nah...couldn't do it!
Hey Toad! (Waving to Robin) That's her nickname! Now all of the blogging world knows! Dontcha love big sisters?
Now, one has to be careful with throwing the word "Zion" around, especially for those of us in the southern part of the state....and those of us who are not quite so bright (me). It gets confusing!
I moved from "Zion" AZ. Just ask them, no offense Sandi. hahahahaha!!!!
Okay, I'm going to make your brother one of my peeps as soon I get motivated.
Did I mention that my mom's step-brother used to be her step-sister?
There is a blog in that comment.
What's "inomic"? That's the word verification.
Thanks Eric, that was really sweet.
I remember you once saying to me that I had a perfect life because I always seemed happy. That blew my mind and I've never forgotten it. It made me feel like the best illusion artist ever.
Shelle, sorry so late on the slumber party. My bad. We will totally be here all day and all night tomorrow too. And about headbang8. What the what? I KNOW! I mean, I DON'T know.
And you have 20 more followers than me so don't you dare go all envious on me. If you want 60 comments, you go halfway. It's ain't that hard to do 30 comments on your own blog in one day.
Robin, so happy to have April's sister here too. What a party.
I'm going to call you guys frog and toad.
That's my favorite book.
Your house is super quiet. So are the inlaws in the one bedroom place downstairs? You know my parents are coming on the 20th and they have the same place booked for 5 weeks. Too bad they missed each other.
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