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~New Character Introduced~
Duplica
Original Date of Post: 09/27/2009
Narrator: Here comes Santa Claus! Here comes Santa Claus…Right down Pallet…Lane?
Harley: I am sick to the core with each and every one of you! Do you think that you are ready to go on stage? DO YOU?! No, I don’t think so! You all make me sick! (All crying) Did I expect too much from fourth graders?
Nando: Boys and girls, you are doing a wonderful job. You are all improving on your dance number for the Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairies. (They cheer)
Harley: Fine, you guys are improving. (Sighs) I hate playing good cop, bad cop with these children! So much easier when it’s just me and Nando! (Door opens)
Vivian: Knock, knock! How are my little sugar plums doing Harley?
Harley: Oh they are just precious little darlings! Getting better by the day!
Vivian: Well that’s great to hear! I want this festival to go along smoothly. I’ve got to go check on all of my other actors! (In another room)
Marisa: It’s been a long time since I was actually in kente cloth! (Drew speaking in Hebrew) I guess you’re getting into the Hanukkah spirit!
Drew: I guess you can say so! It’s been a while since I’ve read this scripture.
Marisa: Or any scripture that isn’t Carnation Instant Breakfast!
Drew: (Annoyed) Watch it Marisa! (Marcus enters the room)
Marcus: Ho, ho, ho!
Marisa: It’s Hispani-Claus! (Drew chuckles)
Marcus: Hey, I’d like to believe that Santa is really a Hispanic!
Marisa: Yeah, and I’d like to believe that Mariah Carey isn’t black, but I’d be lying to myself.
Marcus: Guys, it feels just like the old times back in high school since we’re back together in a theatre.
Drew: Well, you know it’s only you, me, Marisa, and Harley! Maybe if we can get some of the old gang back together…
Marisa: Forget it! Erika is in rehab…AGAIN, Grace is doing some kind of activity with the Catholic church, and Kelly…
Marcus: (Sobbing) KELLY!
Marisa: Oh God, stop crying!
Marcus: Just kidding. I had you going for a second.
Drew: Okay because I was about to say! You and Kelly broke up two years…
Marcus: One year, 11 months, 3 weeks and 6 days…But who’s counting?
Drew: …Err…Right!
Marisa: Hey, what about May?
Drew: What about her? She and Sara are up in Aspen visiting Norman. He’s doing some kind of photo-shoot there and invited them.
Marisa: Lucky them. At least I have a better job now where I don’t have to sacrifice my whole life! And they gave me some extra time off so I can do this for you guys. (The door opens)
Duplica: Excuse me, is this the Main Street Theatre Company? (Marcus stares at her)
Marisa: Well yes it is.
Duplica: Oh good. I’m supposed to meet someone named Vivian.
Drew: She’s the one in charge, I’ll go get her. (He leaves the room)
Marisa: So you’re going to help out with the Christmas pageant?
Duplica: Yeah. I’ve been living here in town for the past two months and I’ve been looking for some work. And of course my passion is in the theatre! So Vivian said she’ll let me help out in the set crew!
Marisa: Glad to have you on board. I’m Marisa by the way.
Duplica: Nice to meet you. My name is Duplica!
Marisa: That’s an interesting name.
Duplica: It’s actually my nickname from when I was in high school theatre. It’s just that now that I’m so used to it I rarely use my real name!
Marisa: Oh yeah, and this here is Marcus! He’s been working here for years!
Marcus: Um…hi!
Duplica: Oh, it’s good to meet another veteran thespian here!
Marcus: (Giggles and Blushes) Oh…well…
Marisa: Huh? (Miss Vivian walks inside) Oh Miss Vivian! This is Duplica!
Vivian: Oh, so you’re the famous Duplica I’ve heard so much about. Your father speaks very highly of you.
Duplica: You’ve talked to my father?
Vivian: Oh all the time. You know, when we were both younger, we were in plays together. Only person I know who could ever sing Phantom of the Opera just perfectly!
Duplica: Well, he has had years of training.
Vivian: I’ve been looking for an extra stage hand and when I heard that you’ve moved to town, I couldn’t think of anyone better!
Duplica: Glad to be a part of the crew!
Marisa: So, did we find another person to play Santa Claus?
Vivian: Oh I certainly did. I know that this person would be perfect for Santa.
Marcus: (Thinking) Come on. It’s gotta be me! Come on!
Vivian: Here he is! (Morrison comes through the door)
Morrison: Ho, ho, ho! Merry Christmas!
Marcus: What?
Vivian: Morrison was helping me do programs and fliers for the show and when I got word that my original Santa was going to be out with the flu, he was the perfect person to come to mind.
Marcus: What?
Marisa: I had no idea you were into theatre Morrison.
Morrison: Hey, you know I don’t mind doing it. Some of the kids that are in the pageant are kids I watch after in the Big Brother program.
Marcus: What?
Duplica: Wow! You really are a real-life Santa Claus.
Morrison: No, no. I like hanging around little kids. I want to give them the same kind of experience I had with my older brothers.
Marcus: (Thinking) Farting and Belching while screaming at the television?
Duplica: I do love people who are good to children.
Morrison: Anything for the kids.
Vivian: Morrison, come with me. You need to be fitted into your costume! Duplica, come with me. (They leave)
Marisa: Well isn’t that nice!
Marcus: Whatever!
Marisa: Hey, what happened to your jolly attitude? Don’t tell me you’re bitter just because Morrison is going to be Santa.
Marcus: Screw off!
Marisa: Huh? Don’t you dare jump bad with me again Marcus!
Marcus: Just leave me alone! (The next morning at the theatre)
Vivian: Marcus, I had a nice talk with Marisa last night.
Marcus: Oh?
Vivian: She told me that you were feeling a little left out in the Christmas pageant.
Marcus: Well…it’s just that I would like to do some action on stage instead of being someone behind the scenes.
Vivian: She told me that.
Marcus: How much did she tell you?
Vivian: Not much. It’s just that you wanted a little more to do for this project. Well, I do have something that you could do. (A little later)
Marisa: Umoja is Unity and… (The door opens) Huh? Marcus, is that you?
Marcus: You just had to butt-in! You just had to say something to Miss Vivian! You just had to say that I was feeling left out! Now look what you did. I’m ****ing Rudolph!
Marisa: I was just trying to help.
Marcus: You can help by stop by staying out of my business!
Drew: What’s going on?
Marisa: It’s Marcus. He’s mad because he’s Rudolph in the pageant. Well if you ask me, it’s a good part.
Marcus: Then why don’t you be a freak with a red nose?
Marisa: Because I already have a part!
Marcus: Well if you’re not going to offer up any good solutions, then don’t bother helping me at all. (Marisa gasps)
Drew: Marcus, I have no idea what’s going on right now. All I know is that Marisa was just trying to help and you should be at least grateful.
Marcus: Screw you! (He walks away)
Marisa: HOLD IT! Marcus, all I did was try to help you. I didn’t set you up to make you look like a fool. I helped you out because you’re my friend and that’s all! And if you think otherwise, then you’re a bigger idiot than anyone I know. (Marcus turns around and slaps her in the face)
Drew: (Gasp) Marcus!
Marcus: You’re a liar. (He runs off)
Drew: Oh my God! Marisa, are you okay? (She nods)
Marisa: What the hell is the matter with him? (Later that day)
Vivian: Wonderful rehearsal everyone. (All murmuring)
Drew: Marisa…Marisa… (Tracey walks up)
Tracey: Hey, I came to pick you up!
Marisa: Huh? Oh…hi Tracey. Let me get my things. (She walks away)
Tracey: She looks upset. What happened?
Drew: Kind of a weird thing that happened. She and Marcus got into an argument and he ended up slapping her in the face.
Tracey: WHAT? I’ll kill him. Why the hell did he do such a thing?
Drew: He snapped. Marisa was just trying to help him and he snapped.
Tracey: So where’s Marcus now?
Drew: We don’t know. After he slapped her, he just bolted out of here and we haven’t seen him for the entire rehearsal.
Harley: Let’s go! Let’s go! I want 110% tomorrow from you sugar plums!
Nando: Now let’s not be too harsh!
Tracey: What’s with them?
Drew: They’re playing good cop, bad cop!
Harley: Oh I’m doing my darndest to try and mold these cute little fourth graders into dancing kings and queens.
Drew: But they’re only 10 years old. They don’t need to be scolded or yelled at!
Harley: This coming from the guy who spanks his kid?
Drew: It was only one time!
Harley: Whatever honey! All I know is that Miss Vivian put me and Nando in charge of choreographing the Nutcracker portion of the pageant and I’m going to fulfill that. Besides, big time dancing executives with the big contracts eat this crap up! I’m no fool!
Drew: I doubt there will be any dancing executives in the audience!
Harley: I’m just covering my bases hon! (He walks away)
Tracey: Now why did Marcus snap?
Marisa: It’s because of a girl.
Drew: Marisa?
Marisa: He was infatuated with a new girl. But then Morrison got the role of Santa, the role Marcus had his eye on and this girl seems to be more interested in Morrison. I went out of my way to ask Miss Vivian to hook Marcus up with something since all he’s doing is behind the scenes work. I had no intention of making him look like a jackass.
Drew: I’m sure he’ll realize that soon!
Marisa: I know. It’s just that I’ve never seen Marcus that mad before. But you know I’m not going to let that bother me. I have a feeling he’ll snap to his senses and he’ll be back at rehearsals tomorrow. (The next afternoon at rehearsals)
Drew: Oh geez, he didn’t show. This is not like Marcus.
Marisa: Miss Vivian!
Vivian: Yes Marisa.
Marisa: It’s about Marcus. Did he call you and tell you where he is?
Vivian: He did. (Sighs) I am very disappointed in him. He called me last night and told me that something came up and that he couldn’t do the pageant.
Marisa: Oh…is that what he said?
Vivian: Yes. I’m suspicious about this. He would usually give me a lot more notice than just a few days before the actual pageant and even then he would always work something out. This time seemed different. Did something happen to him?
Marisa: I…really can’t tell you because I don’t know. (Miss Vivian walks away)
Duplica: (Sighs) That’s too bad.
Marisa: Duplica?
Duplica: Miss Vivian showed me some of his tapes from his past performances and we could have used his comedic genius for the pageant. I was going to suggest something to Miss Vivian.
Marisa: You really think that about Marcus?
Duplica: Well, I’ve grown up around the theatre and I know stage presence when I see it and your friend definitely has it.
Marisa: Huh? Say Duplica, I hope you don’t mind me prying if I asked you a question.
Duplica: Depends on what you want to ask! (That night at Marcus’s house)
Mother: Marcus, your friend Tracey is on the phone for you.
Marcus: Tell him I just stepped out. And if anyone comes by, tell them I’m not here. (She leaves the room) I knew she was going to end up telling him. (Doorbell rings) Oh great! (In the dining room)
Mother: I’ll tell him you called. (Hangs up) Wonder who that could be. (Opens the door) Oh Drew.
Drew: Hey, is Marcus home?
Mother: I’m afraid he stepped out Drew. I’ll tell him you stopped by. (She closes the door and goes into Marcus’s room) Honey, Drew just stopped by…
Marcus: I hope he left.
Mother: I told him the same thing I told Tracey. Marcus, what’s going on? Are you feeling sick? Did something happen?
Marcus: I don’t feel like talking about it! (He gets up) I’m going for a ride now. I’ll be back later.
Mother: Honey? Oh…son… (A little later in Marcus’s car)
Marcus: They all piss me off! (Turns on the radio)
Sinatra: (Singing) It’s the most wonderful time of the year…
Marcus: Feh! Wonderful time my ass! Hmm…The snow is really coming down. (Car swerves, goes off the road, crashes, and Marcus blacks out)
Todd: Hey, hey buddy! Wake up! Time to wake up! (Marcus opens his eyes) About time!
Marcus: AH! Todd what are you doing here? (Looks around) WHAT HAPPENED TO MY CAR?!
Todd: I see you’ve regained consciousness, but apparently not your memory. You crashed your car you ding-dong! And here come the paramedics to pick up that lumpy corpse of yours off the street.
Marcus: I’m dead?!
Todd: Well…not exactly.
Marcus: What do you mean not exactly? Oh I know! It’s just like that episode of Family Guy where Peter forgets Lois’s anniversary and…
Todd: You watch too much stupid television. Although it’s not too far from the truth! I am indeed Death!
Marcus: You’re Death?
Todd: It’s always the one you envy.
Marcus: I never envied you in my whole…
Todd: It is a shame…your friends and family are going to be sad to see you die so young.
Marcus: Wrong, you prick! My family will cry and be sad, but not my friends. I have no friends!
Todd: Come on now! Marisa will definitely be sad!
Marcus: That’s a lie. She doesn’t care if I live or die!
Todd: Let’s go Marcus. I’m going to take you until you get an epiphany.
Marcus: What the hell is that?
Todd: You know, a revelation, a realization, a…Oh never mind. Come on idiot! (In a room at the morgue)
Marcus: Why are we here?
Todd: Wait for it… (Marisa and Tracey walk inside)
Marcus: Marisa?
Tracey: Where is he?
Mortician: Right this way.
Marcus: What’s going on?
Todd: I took you to a couple of hours into the future. Yeah, I can do that. If you don’t have your epiphany, this will be your future. (The mortician lifts up the cover)
Marisa: (Gasp) Oh…no… (Cries on Tracey’s shoulder)
Marcus: This is too grim!
Todd: They don’t call me the grim reaper for nothing.
Marcus: So what? I’m not alive to be her personal punching bag anymore. Big deal!
Todd: Does it look like she’s missing a punching bag? No! If that were the case, she’d go out and find another one. She is crying because she lost her best friend. Hey numb-nuts, do you have any idea how important you are to all those people.
Marcus: Bunch of back-stabbers. Every last one of them!
Todd: Yeah, let me take you a little further in the future. Christmas Eve should do it! (In front of the theatre)
Boy: Miss Vivian, why aren’t we going up?
Vivian: (Tears up) It’s because of…
Drew: I know the show is supposed to go on…but this was kind of a big blow to us!
Harley: I’m going to miss him so much.
Morrison: Yeah. That’s a sad ending.
Nando: It was right to not go through with the pageant now. I don’t think we could ever hold back our tears.
Duplica: I’m going to miss him. (Tears up)
Marcus: Oh no, Duplica…Don’t cry…
Todd: Oh yes…That girl. You’ve always had a taste for oddballs in the theatre, but I must admit she is rather cute. (Silence) Oh come on Marcus, if this doesn’t get to you then I should just give up right now and have your soul wander forever in Purgatory.
Marcus: Where’s Marisa?
Todd: No one took your death more to heart than her. She’s been in her room crying her eyeballs out. (Marcus sighs) How dare you say she doesn’t care about you! She cares for you dearly!
Marcus: We shared a very colorful history together. But that’s all over…
Todd: Do you even remember how you two became the best of friends?
Marcus: Sure I do! It was…Um…Ugh…19…Um…
Todd: Thought so! I think it’s time for a little flashback! (Inside a classroom)
Young Marcus: Wow, did you get that from a happy meal?
Young Todd: No way! My dad got me this so I can practice taking pictures.
Young Marcus: Ooh, like the pictures he has of all those ladies in his basement? (The door opens)
Michelle: Sorry we’re late.
Teacher: No, you’re right on time! (Looks down) Oh, you must be Marisa. (She whimpers)
Michelle: Sorry, she’s a wee-bit shy.
Teacher: Understandable. Don’t you worry! All of our students are perfect little angels and they’ll welcome your daughter with open arms.
Michelle: Okay, Marisa, I have to leave now. So if you could please let go of me!
Young Marcus: I got an idea! Let’s take pictures of our butts with this!
Young Todd: Cool.
Teacher: Boys and girls, we have a new student joining us today. Her name is Marisa. So let’s give her a nice big welcome and make her feel right at home. (During recess)
Young Todd: Oh man! Stupid Principal always ruins our fun!
Young Marcus: You know he’s going to take pictures of his ding-dong when no one’s looking!
Young Todd: Uh-oh! We’re in bully territory!
Young Marcus: Huh? It’s just where the third graders play! They won’t notice us! (Boys surround them) Uh-oh!
Bully 1: Well, well, well, what do we have here?
Bully 2: A couple of grade one weaklings!
Bully 1: This is our playground you little craps! (Marisa walks nearby)
Young Marisa: Huh? Uh-oh! (She runs)
Bully 1: We’re going to teach you a lesson! (Marcus screams)
Teacher: Hold it! You boys are in so much trouble for picking on first graders like that. It’s off to the principal’s office for you! (She grabs them by the ears and drags them)
Young Marcus: Wow that was close. One more second and I would have had a lift-face.
Young Marisa: I believe it’s called a face-lift. (He turns around) I hope you’re okay. I ran to the nearest teacher when I saw you two with that bully.
Young Todd: Well it’s a good thing you did.
Young Marcus: Oh yeah, you’re that new girl. I’m Marcus and this is Todd.
Young Marisa: It’s nice to meet you. I’m Marisa. (During lunch)
Young Todd: Alright, baloney sandwich and chips! (Marcus sighs) Hey you’re the one who forgot your lunch today!
Young Marcus: Just one little bite.
Young Todd: No way. (Marisa sits down)
Young Marisa: Mind if I sit here?
Young Todd: Sure thing. (Marcus’s stomach grumbles)
Young Marisa: Where’s your lunch Marcus?
Young Todd: He forgot his.
Young Marisa: Here you go. It’s okay, eat it up. I never finish mine anyways so you can have half. (Marcus smiles and takes the sandwich)
Marcus: I forgot how nice she used to be.
Todd: My hunch is telling me you forgot about this as well. (After school)
Young Todd: See you tomorrow! (Car drives away)
Young Marisa: You sure your mom won’t mind me coming over?
Young Marcus: Not a problem.
Bully 1: Hey you! We didn’t finish what we started this morning!
Bully 2: And you’re the little blabbermouth who told on us! (Marisa gulps)
Young Marcus: Stand back Marisa! (Marcus gets punched)
Young Marisa: (Gasp) Marcus! (She kicks one in the testicles)
Bully 2: (Grunts) No…fair…Ugh… (She punches the other one)
Marisa: Stop hurting my friend! Or I’ll kick your butt more!
Bully 1: Oh man! A girl really nailed us!
Bully 2: No one should hear about it! (They run away)
Young Marisa: Oh Marcus, are you okay?
Young Marcus: Holy poop! That was amazing! For someone as little as you, you really pack a real punch. Aren’t you afraid that you’ll get in trouble?
Young Marisa: Nope. No boy in the world would admit that they got beat up by a six year old girl. (The next morning)
Young Todd: Oh…What happened to those two bullies? You walked passed them and they didn’t even touch you!
Young Marcus: You missed it! Marisa kicked one of them in the noodle! And then she punched one of them!
Young Todd: Wow, we have a bodyguard!
Young Marcus: She’s my little buddy-guard!
Todd: You called her your little buddy-guard! That’s so sweet! If it gets any sweeter I’m going to end up with diabetes.
Marcus: Luckily I shortened the title and called her little buddy.
Todd: Well your friendship has been through its ups and downs. You two have been there for each other. Through the good and the bad! How can you say that she doesn’t care about you? She thinks of you as an older brother. Well sure, if it’s the hitting part you hate, I’m sure it’s only because you say stupid things. Quite frankly, I want to smack you for saying stupid crap too.
Marcus: She’s…like my sister. (Tears up)
Todd: Huh? Wow, I haven’t even killed twenty minutes.
Marcus: I feel terrible. She’s been good to me throughout the years.
Todd: And that my friend is the epiphany!
Marcus: Todd, you have to take me back! You can’t let me die in this car wreck! Please, take me back!
Todd: Persistent thing. All you have to do is wake up. Wake up! (Distorted voice) Wake up! (In a hospital room)
Marisa: Please Marcus…wake up! (He opens his eyes) Huh?
Marcus: (Weakly) Little buddy? Oh man…my head feels like it’s been punched by Mike Tyson!
Marisa: Oh thank God you’re okay! Thank you God!
Marcus: What…What am I doing here?
Marisa: Ssh, don’t try to speak. You were in a car-wreck and suffered a concussion. The hospital called me since I’m on your emergency call list. (The door opens)
Doctor: Let’s give him some time to gather his thoughts.
Marisa: I’ll be in the waiting room. Thank you doctor! (She leaves the room)
Marcus: (Thinking) She cares for me…and after I was so mean to her. (In the waiting room)
Marisa: He just woke up so I have a feeling he’ll be okay.
Tracey: That’s good to hear. So…does that mean you’re…
Marisa: Well…you know we didn’t get to talk for long...And even though he was a complete jerk to me yesterday…I wouldn’t want anything bad to happen to him. (The next morning at the hospital)
Vivian: I’m so glad you’re okay Marcus.
Marcus: Look Miss Vivian, I’m sorry for quitting all of a sudden. I was…feeling a little…
Vivian: Oh don’t worry about it. (Knock on the door)
Marcus: Come in. (The door opens)
Marisa: I see you’ve got the strength to talk now.
Vivian: Hello Marisa. I’ll leave you two alone. (She leaves the room)
Marisa: How are you feeling?
Marcus: A little better. Still shaken up from the events of yesterday! Man, my whole life flashed in front of my eyes. Well…not my whole life…But everything after I met you.
Marisa: I think that’s the whole point of a near death experience Marcus. Things like that are bound to happen. It’s what you would usually see in a Christmas special!
Marcus: Well I guess it’s because I was kind of a jerk to you and Drew when you were trying to help me. You were trying to help me right?
Marisa: Of course you dummy!
Marcus: Ugh…You sound like Death…
Marisa: You’re calling me Death now? Geez Marcus!
Marcus: Sorry, Death was in my vision…And he looked like Todd for some reason.
Marisa: If he ends up in a vision of mine, that’s a clear sign that I’m going to hell. But anyways, I was trying to help you. And as it turns out Duplica really likes you.
Marcus: She what?
Marisa: I knew you had a crush on her so I decided to hook you up with an actual role in the pageant. But you took it too much to heart and lashed out. I did it for you! I talked to Miss Vivian and Duplica, for you! Do I get a thank you or a you’re the best? No! All I get is a slap in the face and a guilt trip! (Knock on the door)
Duplica: Marcus?
Marcus: Duplica!
Marisa: I’ll leave you two alone. I have to call my mom and tell her you’re okay. (She leaves the room)
Duplica: Are you feeling okay?
Marcus: Oh…I’ll live. The doctors might let me go today once the blood work comes back.
Duplica: Oh I feared the worst when Marisa told me you were in a car accident.
Marcus: No need to worry. I’m fine. (They stare at each other)
Duplica: Well good…I’m glad you’re fine! (She blushes) I mean, if you weren’t around, I know that the theatre won’t be the same. I mean without your charm, your wit, your stage presence, and… (He kisses her)
Marisa: Marcus, your mother wanted me to give you this. (Opens the door) Whoa! (They stop) Oh, don’t mind me. I didn’t see a damn thing! (Leaves the room) Nice to see this turned out to be a happy ending.
Narrator: Yes, it looks like it really is going to be a Merry Christmas…I mean Hanukkah or Kwanzaa! HOLIDAY! And the pageant went over successfully. It was a big turnout, everyone was on cue and perfect with their characters. And Marcus was able to make full recovery. Just that he was in the audience and with crutches!
Marisa: So what’d you think?
Marcus: Not bad for someone who hasn’t been a public spectacle for several years and the fact that you haven’t celebrated Kwanzaa since you were eight years old!
Marisa: Oh you are so lucky you just suffered head trauma or I would smack the crap out of you.
Drew: I’m glad you came by.
Morrison: Yeah big guy!
Harley: Just didn’t seem right without you!
Marcus: Well I took a nice break by sitting out this time. But don’t expect me to do so for the next production. I’ll be back in full swing for this summer’s performance.
Harley: You better! Especially if Miss Vivian is going to do Phantom of the Opera!
Duplica: You know he’ll be there. (She kisses him and walks away)
Drew: Whoa!
Harley: Ooh, Marcus! You cheeky bastard!
Marisa: So you guys are a definite couple?
Marcus: I’m not one to kiss and tell.
Tracey: Code for yes they are! Well Marcus, I’m glad things worked out for you with getting the girl you like.
Marcus: You bet!
Tracey: And one more thing! (Leans in closer) Once you’re all healed up, you and I have a score to settle! Don’t think I’m letting you off the hook for slapping my girlfriend.
Marcus: Ooh boy. I guess if I told you I was sorry, I learned my lesson, and I apologized to Marisa, you’ll go a little easier on me. (Tracey glares at him)
Marisa: Relax Tracey, he truly is sorry. Aren’t you Marcus?
Marcus: Sure thing little buddy! Thanks for always being there for me.
Marisa: Hmm…You’ve got it!
~*Preview*~
Harley: Cousins! I’ll tell you, they can either be helpful or a royal pain. In the next chapter, I must deal with one of my visiting cousins. And Tracey has a bit of a handful when his cousin just won’t go away. And with these relatives, comes unbelievable surprises! Next time on Romance 102, Chapter 43…See you next time!
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