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Chance Encounter	By : ladyleonhart Category: Kingdom Hearts > Slash/Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1175 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts or Final Fantasy nor do I financially profit from this story

Chapter List
- 1-Chance Encounter
- 2-Unchained Melody
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Endless Summer Nights

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The obligatory disclaimer: I do not own any of the Final Fantasy or Kingdom Heart characters nor do I profit from the characters or this story. If I did own them, Squall would be wearing a lot less than he does in the games�.(Sighs)

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Squall Leonhart was depressed. No one had less reason to be cursed with that affliction; at least that was the general consensus of the college students. He was an extremely attractive brunet with beautiful grey eyes and a well-toned sculpted body. His popularity was legendary; the majority of the student body was in love with him, girls and guys alike. He was outstanding academically, with an aloofness and remoteness which made him even more attractive. His friends were carefully chosen; those few were idolized almost as much as he was. But even they had no idea as to what was causing him to be so withdrawn. All they know is that he had been this way since he came back to school after his extended vacation at the beach.
The rumor mill was working overtime, but he didn�t pay any attention to the gossip circulating about him. Nor did he explain it to his friends; not even Irvine, his oldest friend, was privy to whatever had caused Leon to become even more reclusive, more unapproachable.
Leon buried himself in his studies and his music. He still maintained his silence and refused to reveal any details about his summer vacation. Any attempt to discover any details about his extended stay at the beach was futile; the taciturn young man would simply focus his stony grey stare on the unfortunate person who was brazen or foolish enough to pry into his personal life.
He flirted with the idea of revealing the life altering events of the summer, but decided that he would much rather keep his private life exactly that�private. The truth was very simple; he had fallen in love with a beautiful blonde artist--a male artist, to be exact. Cloud Strife was a 21 year old college student, the same age as himself. So why was he fighting depression? His blonde soul mate, the owner of his heart, was enrolled in a college 429 miles away.
The scarred brunet sighed heavily, his eyes staring out the window, not seeing the trees and the parking lot. Instead, his mind�s eye produced an image of a beautiful blonde standing on the balcony, the rising sun painting the soft pale skin a myriad of brilliant hues; violet, rose, pink, orange, red, yellow� the blue eyes shining with love as they focused on him. �Cloud,� he whispered under his breath.
Squall lost himself in the memories of the ten weeks they spent together at his uncle�s beach house. So much had happened in such a short time; he fell for the gorgeous young man the moment their eyes met, a feeling that was confirmed by the electrical shock when they shook hands and the sensation of having known Cloud all his life; as if he were waiting for him.
But the perfect summer had ended and both young men had returned back to their respective lives. They talked daily, sometimes several times a day, but it was still not enough. Squall missed his lover desperately. He had grown used to waking up and watching the blonde as he slept. He longed to see those brilliant blue eyes, still hazy with sleep, as his lover slowly roused himself. He missed the loving morning kisses, the snuggling, the conversations, the countless times they had made love.
The brunet mentally castigated himself, forcing non-sexual thoughts into his conscious mind as his endless musings had caused his body to react physically. He blocked out all remembrances of Cloud until he was alone in his apartment and could indulge in the memories.
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Cloud Strife had returned from his summer vacation, his body leaner, more toned, with a deep golden tan. The darkened skin emphasized his blue eyes and his sun-bleached hair. Yet underneath his friendly smiles, his friends sensed a deep sadness. The private young man brushed off their concerns, merely stating that he missed the ocean. They grew more concerned about the blonde, seeing the light in his eyes grow dimmer as the days passed. It was obvious that the tender-hearted blonde was suffering, but he refused to talk to any of them, even Aerith couldn�t extract the truth from him. So his friends waited, staying close just in case he decided to confide in them.
The quiet blonde focused on his art. At least he could express his emotions in his paintings and sketches; though the theme now centered around the ocean instead of the mountains that surrounded his hometown. His artwork was exquisite--it was alive. All the need, the desire, the love he felt for Squall, he poured it into his drawings.
He talked daily with his stormy-eyed lover, but the telephone was a poor replacement for the man he had fallen in love with. He so wanted to touch that tanned skin, feel the firmness of his lithe body pressed against his, to hold and watch him while he slept.
The days they had made love on the balcony, on the secluded beach, in the surf at midnight with the moon shining, reflecting off the perfection of Squall�s body. Those memories taunted the young man, making him long for the keeper of his heart.
Not knowing when, or if, he would ever see his reflection in those grey eyes was the most tormenting thought that pervaded Cloud�s mind. He knew that the connection they shared was exceedingly rare, but what if the brunet decided that it wasn�t worth waiting for? What if Squall should find someone else? Cloud knew that he would never date anyone else; Squall had absolute control of his heart, his mind, his soul. There could be no one else. If his lover should move on he would accept that, but his heart would always belong to the enigmatic brunet.
He shook his head in an effort to dispel the negative thoughts. Squall loved him; he knew this. Yet, it was so hard being apart, even though it had only been 6 weeks. Six long weeks, 42 days and nights without his lover. And it was another twelve weeks before the Christmas break. Eight-four long days.

The blue eyes misted over as his mind processed how much longer it would be before he could actually see and touch his lover. �Squall,� he whispered. �I love you.� He focused his attention on his latest art projects; the ones he was determined to finish before Christmas.
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For the brunet, the days crept by interminably slow; eventually, the campus closed for the winter break. Squall spent the morning thoroughly cleaning his apartment and doing his laundry. Cloud was riding with a college friend whose family lived nearby; they should arrive late this afternoon. His blonde lover had called him at 6:00 this morning to let him know that he was on his way. His heart raced as he realized that in just a few hours he would be able to see, to touch, to kiss the owner of his heart and soul. He stretched out on the couch and closed his eyes, losing himself in the memories.

FLASHBACK
It was his third day house-sitting his uncle�s beach house and he had already established a routine of jogging two miles early each morning just as the sun was making an appearance over the horizon. This was his favorite time of the day; the beach mostly deserted which perfectly suited his love of solitude. Drawing close to the house, he spied a young blonde standing on the rocky pier. The young man was taking photos of the horizon, the shoreline, the houses scattered along the beach. The brunet was entranced by the soft laughter wafting on the gently breeze as the waves crashed against the large rocks spraying the blonde with a salty mist.
Contrary to his solitary nature, Leon approached the pier wanting�no, needing, to meet the young man. The blonde, hearing his approach, turned and flashed a quick smile. �Hi,� he said, his voice warm, his blue eyes shining. �I�m Cloud,� he stated, extending his hand. Reflexively, Leon gripped the hand, catching his breath at the intense reaction of his mind and body at the feel of Cloud�s skin. He felt an immediate connection, and judging from the shock on the other�s face, it was not one-sided. He tightened his grip. �My name is Squall.� He own eyes widened as he introduced himself by his birth name; a name he refused to use.
�It�s nice to meet you. I just got here yesterday; I rented a cottage down the beach for a week.� He lifted the hand clutching the camera. �I�m an art student; I�m taking pictures so when I leave, I�ll be able to get the exact tones of the water.� His eyes turned back to the horizon. �It�s such a beautiful shade of blue.�
�Not as beautiful as your eyes,� Squall stated, his voice barely above a whisper.
A hint of pink touched those pale cheeks; Cloud glanced down at his bare feet, not sure what to say. The brunet tugged lightly on their joined hands. �Would you like to have breakfast with me?�
That was the beginning of their intense relationship. After breakfast, they wandered along the beach before walking to town and exploring a few of the small shops. They ended up at Cloud�s cottage which was located on the opposite end of the pristine beach. He didn�t care about the distance. As long as Cloud was waiting at the end of his journey.
�Would you like to stay for dinner?� The blonde hesitantly offered, uncertainty coloring his tone; while he wanted to spend more time with the extremely attractive brunet, he didn�t dare assume that Squall wouldn�t already have plans for the rest of the evening. Mentally, he braced himself for a negative response, schooling his face to not express any emotion when the invitation was declined.
�Only if you let me help you in the kitchen.� A rare smile touched his lips as he discerned the relief in the blue eyes. Did Cloud think that he would say no? Miss an opportunity to spend more time with the intriguing blond? Ridiculous.
After cleaning up the kitchen, the two of them headed back to the beach, walking barefoot in the cooling surf. As the sun moved slowly beyond the horizon and the sky changed from blue to violet, red, orange, and indigo, Squall stopped, tugging on their linked hands, effectively halting the blond�s steps. �Wha�� his voice trailed off as those stormy grey eyes probed his own cerulean blue intensely. His breath caught in his throat as the brunet leaned closer, his lips brushing against Cloud�s gently.
Pink immediately colored the blond�s cheeks as Squall moved back slightly. White teeth worried his bottom lip as the brunet waited for his companion�s reaction. After watching the flow of the waves for several seconds, Cloud pulled his hand free and slid both arms around Squall�s neck. Eyes met briefly before the blue-eyed one moved slightly and kissed the stunned brunet. Unlike the previous kiss, this one was not a mere brush of lips. Using the tip of his tongue, Cloud traced the outline of Squall�s lips, teasing along the seam, asking�no, begging, for permission to deepen the kiss.
Grey eyes closed as he parted his lips, granting silent permission. Immediately, Cloud deepened the kiss, his tongue entering, touching, tasting, teasing. It moved languidly against Squall�s, inviting him to explore the blond�s mouth. He eagerly accepted that challenge, wrapping his arms tightly around the slender waist, pulling that lithe body firmly against his own. Both young men moaned as the passion flowed through them, surrounding them, overwhelming them. It was only the desperate need to breath that forced them to separate. Gasping, Squall leaned his forehead against Cloud�s, struggling to regain control of his raging hormones. He relaxed his grip, allowing some much needed space between their over-stimulated bodies. As badly as he wanted to rush the blond back to his cabin and allow their hormones free reign, the brunet knew that would be disastrous. He wasn�t interested in a casual fuck. Cloud was too special, too important, to treat that way. Even though they had known each other for less than a day, Squall was absolutely sure of one thing. He had fallen in love with Cloud and he never intended to let him go.

The sound of knocking roused Squall from his unplanned nap. Rubbing his eyes, he sat up and glanced at his watch. The sound of someone rapping on his front door penetrated his sluggish consciousness; eyes opened wide as he moved swiftly and threw the door open. He stopped short as he realized that it wasn�t his sorely missed lover on the other side; rather, it was someone who longed for that title--Tifa.
The dark-haired young woman smile brightly and slipped past him to enter his apartment. Shrugging out of her coat, she laid it over the back of the recliner as she moved to sit on the couch. �Merry Christmas, Squall.�
He grimaced, leaning his head against the doorframe. �It�s Leon. How many times do I have to remind you of that?� Closing the door, he focused a cold stare on the unwelcome guest. Dropping her coat on the floor, he sat down stiffly in the recliner. �What are you doing here?�
She laughed lightly. �Don�t be silly! Where else would I be? After all, it�s Christmas break.� She stood, walked the short distance to the recliner, and boldly placed herself on his lap. �I wanted to see you.� She pouted. �You haven�t called in weeks. I know you�ve been busy with school and the band, but still�.couldn�t you make time for me?�
Anger and disbelief warred for dominance in the brunet�s mind at her unfounded delusions. Gripping her arms tightly, he stood, placing her feet on the ground and stepping several feet from her before she could reach out in an attempt to touch him. His grey eyes narrowed radiating his displeasure and contempt. �Tifa. I�m going to say this one more time and I want you to focus and hear what I�m saying. First of all, we are not a couple. Not now, not ever. Second, I don�t like people to stop by uninvited. Third, and most important, I�m expecting someone.� He held up a hand, forestalling whatever protest she was opening her mouth to voice. �No, Tifa. There is nothing else to be said.� Stooping, he picked up her coat and handed it to her.
Furious, she shoved her arms into the coat, tears brightening her eyes. �I�m not giving up. You loved me once. I�ll make you do so again.�
�No, I didn�t. I never loved you and I never will,� he replied coldly. �What gave you the idea that I loved you? We went on a few dates, but that was it. I wasn�t in love with you then. What makes you think I would be now?� He opened the door and waited impatiently for her to leave.
�You�re a real bastard, Leon, and I�m a fool. Only a fool would fall in love with an ice prince like you.� She laughed harshly, bitterness creeping into her tone. �At least I learned before I got too deeply involved. Heaven help the poor fool that doesn�t see you for what you are before it�s too late. You aren�t capable of loving anyone; you aren�t deserving of anyone loving you.�
A sharp slap echoed through the frigid air. A shaking hand swiftly covered the red mark appearing on the young woman�s cheek. Stunned dark eyes turned and focused on the brilliant blue orbs radiating intense fury. Startled grey eyes lit up with an unforeseen emotion as the rosy lips parted and cold biting words spilled forth.
�You bitch!! Who the hell do you think you are? You obviously don�t know Squall very well or you wouldn�t have used such words to describe him.� He stepped forward, all but pinning the shaking female against the wall. �He can and does love and I don�t consider myself a �poor fool� for loving him in return. I count myself the most fortunate person in the world for being the one he loves.�
The blond turned his back on the speechless woman, wrapping his arms tightly around his brunet lover. �Merry Christmas, Squall.�
Eager lips connected as Squall�s arms encircled the raging blond, his mind finally processing the reality of Cloud being in his arms again. The kiss deepened, becoming more passionate; the reunited lovers unaware of anything or anyone except for the one each was clinging tightly to. Needing to breath, Squall pulled back, his eyes roaming over the visage he loved so well.
Ignoring the sputtering outraged woman, the blond grabbed his suitcase, his portfolio briefcase, and walked through the open door. Smirking at Tifa, Squall followed, ensuring that the deadbolt was locked to prevent any interruption of the long-awaited reunion.
Squall showed Cloud around the apartment, placing his luggage beside the closet before stripping the leather coat from his beloved partner. Holding tightly to his hand, the brunet led the blond back to the living room. Sitting in the recliner, he pulled his lover onto his lap wanting nothing more than to cuddle, to touch, to know that this was real and not just another dream. He closed his eyes, nuzzling against his favorite spot; the sensitive skin at the juncture of the neck and clavicle. Inhaling deeply, he reacquainted himself with the unique scent of his heart mate.
The blond shifted slightly, his fingers trailing lightly over the dark red t-shirt, feeling the firmness of the chest underneath, the increased heart rate, the unsteady breathing. Entranced, he placed his hand flat against that area, reveling in the feel of the rapidly increasing rhythm. His head tilted slightly, allowing his lovers lips easier access to the sensitive skin. Still silent, he closed his eyes, just enjoying the feel of his lover�s body against his own, knowing that time and distance hadn�t dimmed their feelings.
Lips moved softly against the sensitive ear. �Are you hungry?� A gentle touch of a tongue tracing the curve of the ear. A playful nip of the earlobe, followed by warms lips moving down the curve of the pale jaw line, moving inexorably toward the waiting lips. A moan muffled by the warm mouth and teasing tongue of the brunet as he turned the blond to straddle him, pressing their bodies together.
�Only for you,� Cloud breathed, eyes fluttering as he felt the hard length of his lover pulsing against him. His fingers freed the t-shirt from his lover�s jeans, his hand slipping underneath to trace random designs across the muscular abdomen, trailing the tips along the waist band, dipping down to feel the light dusting of dark hair which trailed downwards.
Sliding off his lover, the blond unbuttoned and unzipped the faded jeans, freeing the erection from the confining denim. His fingers moved reverently along the silken flesh, his tongue darting down to catch the pre-cum leaking from the slit. A deep moan broke from the brunet�s mouth as Cloud took the engorged head into his mouth, his tongue teasing, swirling around the luscious flesh.
Squall�s hips bucked up, wanting more; he wanted to bury his length into his lover�s mouth; he wanted�he wanted�.He gasped as his lover relaxed his throat, effectively taking his impressive length. He cursed as Cloud repeatedly swallowed, the tightness of his throat muscles pressing against his over stimulated flesh; he gripped the blond spikes tightly as his testes tightened, the only warning he was able to give to his partner before the orgasm sent copious amounts of cum down the blond�s spasming throat.
Panting, he slumped back, his fingers releasing their death grip on the blond hair. Grey eyes fluttered as he struggled to calm his breathing and deal with the aftermath of that mind blowing orgasm. A tender kiss was placed against his parted lips as the slight weight of his amazing lover settled once again in his lap. Squall dropped his hand, outlining the straining hardness of his lover�s arousal. A low moan spilled from Cloud�s parted lips as his erection pulsed in response to his lover�s fondling touch. The brunet�s desire deepened; he wanted nothing more than to slide into the tightness of his lover�s sheath, to feel that warmth, that tightness surrounding his renewed aching hardness.
The brunet slid his arm beneath Cloud�s knees, standing and cradling the light blond against his chest, he strode purposefully to the bedroom, placing his heart�s owner carefully in the middle of the bed. He stretched out beside the blond, his hands moving to divest Cloud of his shirt, his hands and mouth yearning to touch and taste the silken skin of his lover. Reverently, Squall moved his mouth along the pale chest, his tongue darting forth to explore the toned flesh. The pale nipples were extremely sensitive to the teasing flicks of the brunet�s wicked tongue. Capturing one fully, he drew it deep within the warmth of his mouth, that wet muscle lashing against it, his lips tightening around it, sucking firmly. Cloud came alive under that pleasurable torture. He arched his back; pants and moans spilling forth in a torrent as his desire, his need, increased dramatically.
His cries were swallowed by a passionate kiss; tongues battling fiercely for dominance, as Squall�s hands busied themselves freeing the blond of his jeans and boxers. Breaking the connection of lips and tongues, Squall hastily removed his own confining clothing, throwing them haphazardly across the room.
Cloud�s eyes moved eagerly over his lover�s well-toned body. He was far more beautiful than his memories allowed. Rolling onto his side, he trailed his fingers lightly over the muscled abdomen, ever fascinated by the slight dusting of hair. He sat up, sliding his hands further down, exploring, reacquainting himself with the slim hips, the muscular thighs, the hard flesh of his calves. The ticklish skin on the slender feet. Kissing his way back up the gloriously sculpted body, he marveled that he should be so fortunate to be the one-- the only one--who had ever seen, touched, or tasted the beautiful man before him. �I love you,� he breathed, his lips ghosting against his partners.
A gentle loving kiss was exchanged. �I love you,� the brunet whispered, his fingers threading through soft blond spikes. Rolling his lover beneath him, Squall pressed his hips against Cloud, creating a delicious friction between their throbbing arousals. His lips returned to their favorite spot; that ultra-sensitive stretch of skin at the base of that graceful neck. Nipping and sucking, he reveled in the soft cries of pleasure from his lover.
�Please, Squall�make love to me�.please,� the blue-eyed blond begged, unable to bear any more of the torturous teasing. He needed his lover; he longed to feel that velvet hardness moving inside him, brushing against that intensely sensitive bundle of nerves. He�d waited so long to see the flashing of emotions within those beautiful grey eyes; to experience the strength of those arms gripping him as the intimate act reached its climax.
�As you wish,� the brunet murmured, reaching for the lube lying on the bedside table top. Coating his fingers, he carefully eased the first one inside his lover, cognizant that it had been several months since any intimacy and he wanted to make this as pleasurable as possible. Several minutes passed before he added a second digit, scissoring them back and forth, stretching the tightness. After a multitude of vocal pleas from his blond heart mate, he inserted a third finger, moving, stretching, and searching for that one particular spot guaranteed to increase the volume of the soft cries spilling from the red swollen lips of the beautiful man beneath him.
Cloud�s body arched as Squall�s fingers brushed against his prostate; that touch on that ultra sensitive bundle of nerves flooding his mind, his body with torturous pleasure. He cried out, begging the brunet to stop teasing him; he wanted his lover inside him; he ached to feel the throbbing heat of his silken hardness moving in and out of his needy body. Taking control of this unbearable torment, the blond liberally coated the pulsing shaft with the lubricant, his fingers moving down to fondle the ultra sensitive scrotum, gently rolling the twin globes with his fingers. The low moans from his taciturn lover only increased his excitement as he understood that no one else had ever heard those seductively erotic noises. They belonged to him alone.
Capturing the blond�s lips with his own, Squall pressed his hardness against the slightly resistant opening, carefully pushing his erect flesh into the warmth of his beloved partner. He moved slowly forward not stopping until his hips were flush against the slender ones below him. Closing his stormy eyes, he took several deep breaths, fighting for control against the almost unbearably tight sheath surrounding his sensitive arousal.
Intertwining their fingers together, the brunet pulled back slightly, just enough to create friction when he moved forward. The blond, wanting more movement, more friction, more heat, thrust his hips up sharply. �Please, Squall�.no more teasing. It�s been too long without you.� Tears of longing shimmered in his blue orbs, darkened with desire; shining with love. Helpless against his lover�s plea, the brunet brushed his lips against the still swollen ones. Staring deep into the crystalline sapphire depths, his lower body moved; pulling the stimulated flesh out until only the tip remained before flexing forward, the hardness brushing against the sensitive nerves, causing Cloud to lift his hips sharply, pulling Squall in deeper.
Releasing his grip on the artist�s fingers, the seme slipped his arms underneath the muscled shoulders, the tips of his fingers grazing the twin clavicles. Cloud gripped the slender hips tightly, silently urging his lover to move. A request Squall eagerly granted. The lovers, reunited after so many weeks apart, sought to appease the intense craving, the almost desperate longing for each other�s touch. It didn�t take many minutes for their over stimulated bodies to reach the point of release; the intensity of their coinciding orgasms draining them, leaving them just enough strength for Squall to ease out of the blond and cradle him within his tender embrace. A soft kiss, whispered exchanges of love were shared as their dreams of being together were finally fulfilled.
Later, after luxuriating in a hot steaming shower, both thoroughly enjoying the opportunity to indulge in rediscovering each other's body, they cuddled on the couch, content to be together after so many lonely days and nights apart. With their physical desires temporarily sated, they were able to appreciate just being together; having conversations face to face instead of relying on cell phones and e-mail.
Cloud�s memory eventually turned to the scene his arrival had interrupted. �That woman. Who is she?� While he wasn�t jealous, he was curious about her and her relationship with his lover.
�Tifa.� The brunet shifted, placing himself so he could face his lover. �She was in some of my classes last year.� A kiss was placed on the soft pink lips. �We went out a few times, before I met you,� he stressed that point. �She�s asked me out several times since, but I haven�t accepted any of her invitations.� Another kiss. �You�re arrival was fortuitous. It saved me the trouble of explaining again that I�m not interested.�
Content, the blond snuggled closer, resting his head on his lover�s chest. �Will your friends be mad? For me slapping her?� Worry colored his voice, white teeth emerging to worry his bottom lip.
�No.� A negative shake accompanied that firm denial. �I look forward to introducing you to them.� Soft laughter escaped the sensuous lips. �They will finally understand why I have been so uncommunicative, so damn depressed since coming back here after spending the summer with you.�
Sadness shone in the expressive blue eyes. �I know what you mean. I missed you so much. I didn�t think that winter break would ever get here. And then I had to explain to my mom that I wasn�t coming home for Christmas this year.� He lifted his hand, his fingers tracing the strong features, moving lightly across the scar that strangely accentuated the attractive face; it added to instead of detracting. �But there�s no where else I would rather be or anyone else I would rather be with.�
Fingers caught the raised hand and placed a series of light kisses on the palm. �I suffered the same aggravation, the same loneliness. My parents weren�t thrilled with me staying here, but they respected my decision. At least after I explained that someone very special was coming to spend Christmas with me.� A sincere smile lit up his eyes, which were unusually tranquil and calm.
The quiet serenity was shattered by the knocking on the door. Rolling his eyes, the brunet glanced at his lover, gauging his reaction. �Should I answer?�
The blond glanced at his lover, then focused his attention on the wooden portal. �How long will they stand there and knock?�
His enigmatic lover smiled, retrieving his cell phone from the coffee table. Dialing a number, Cloud listened to the one sided conversation, getting the impression that he would be meeting Squall�s friends tomorrow. He sighed. That was fine as long as he could have one night, just one uninterrupted night with his lover. One more perfect night to add to the memories of the perfect summer.
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Well�.what do you think? I know they are OOC and I apologize for Cloud slapping Tifa. Don�t worry�she will be back and their interaction will be more cordial and civilized�.
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