Chapter Eight

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8. Sorcha rematerialized herself and Ross in the hallway near her room. She was still upset with Kyle, and that’s why she got a little infantile and left him in the alley they had used to come home from. She’d stepped away from Kyle and grabbed Ross’s hand just as she teleported. He could make his own way home. “I’ll find you when we are ready to go see Murdock. Why don’t you go have a rest. You seem a bit stressed out.” Ross said gently when Sorcha stumbled a little. She nodded, and turned towards her room. Ross was a sweetie, she could have hugged him for realizing that she needed some time alone, but she wasn’t stressed, she was pissed off to a maniacal degree. She hadn’t lost control of her powers like that since she was a toddler. She slammed into her room, chucking her sling bag on to the floor and slammed the door. Not the best manners, but right now she was on the point of tearing the place up. “Stupid Stupid Moron.” She cursed herself and sat on the edge of her bed her head in her hands. She’d risked exposing the group as Mythos, something no one wanted because the attention a group of Mythos got could be extreme. All because she’d gotten jealous and had lost control of her telekinesis. “For what – A frigging ghost! Woman you need to get your priorities straight.” She lectured herself. “Do you always talk to yourself?” Kyle’s deep voice flowed across her body. Sorcha searched and found him by the door, his shoulder resting against it his arms crossed over his chest and one ankle crossed over the other. He was the essence of cool calm and collected. She wanted to hit him. Suddenly Sorcha realized she had someone to take her anger out on. “You!” She growled through clenched teeth. “Yeah me, why the hell did you leave me behind?” He frowned at her straitening up from his comfortable lean on the door. Sorcha ignored his question, and threw one of her own at him. “How dare you threaten to rip someone’s limbs off just because they were talking to me?” “I didn’t threaten to rip his limbs off … I promised, and he wasn’t just talking Sorcha he was coming on to you.” “So… what!” She hissed. Kyle started getting angry himself. He stalked across the room to stand a foot away from her scowling blackly. “So I didn’t like it.” “I repeat my previous question. So what?” her hands were clenched at her sides. “You have no right! You might as well have whipped it out and pissed a yellow circle all around me.” Kyle raised an eyebrow. “You make that sound like a bad thing.” “Kyle…” “What!” Kyle threw his hands up in frustration. “I can’t help it. When it comes to you I get antsy when some dude makes a move. Besides I’m not the one that made dust devils dance.” Sorcha felt her cheeks heat. “That was an accident.” She mumbled “Accident my ass! You were jealous and fighting yourself, you didn’t do anything about it and it came out in another way. Just try and deny it woman.” A sound of pure frustration escaped Sorcha’s throat. “Oh just go haunt someone else you prick.” “You should have bitch slapped the wench if her paying me attention was pissing you off so bad.” Kyle grumbled. “I’ll bitch slap you if you don’t piss off.” “owww, feisty.” He grinned placated when she didn’t deny her jealousy. “I like it when you're feisty, it makes me hot.” Sorcha felt her insides clench with need as his voice lowered an octave getting gravelly. How the hell did he do it? How did he make her go from angry to desperate to make love to him with one sentence. Kyle wasn’t joking, the fight was making him get hard. He loved the way her eyes flashed, and her cheeks glowed. Kyle wanted her under him and naked in a bad way. He reached out for her, only to have her dance out of his reach. “Don’t.” She held out one hand in warning. “I’m not going down that road Kyle.” Her hand was shaking, she was fighting herself with everything she had, all she really wanted to do was jump the man and she couldn’t. “What? You don’t want me cause I’m dead? I’m not exactly a rotting corpse Sorcha.” “No you aren’t, but there’s a corpse that belongs to you in the ground somewhere and I’m not going to do this with you Kyle.” Sorcha would never admit to anyone, but she’d never been with a man. She had trouble admitting it to herself. Every time she’s showed the least interest in a guy Raven had swooped him away, so Sorcha had never had the chance to loose her virginity. Being a virgin in this day and age was a stigma, which sucked so bad, and was completely unfair, but how unfair it was wasn’t the point, her first time with a man would not be with a ghost. No matter how badly she wanted Kyle. Kyle stood frozen, this was ridiculous, it was fucking prejudice. He knew Sorcha wanted him, he could smell it, hell he could feel her need vibrate on the air. Even with that intense need she was pushing him away, the hell with that, this woman would be his, it was only a matter of time. He stepped up to her, not touching her but close enough that he could smell the warm jasmine of her skin. His voice rubbed across her skin like silk when he murmured. “Don’t worry Darlin, sooner than you think I’ll have you in bed, screaming my name as you come over and over again.” Sorcha sucked in a breath as she felt warm heat pool between her legs. He was torture in ghost form, god! She forced herself to calm down and answer him in a level voice. “No Kyle…you wont.” “Fuckin’ Hell!” he barked and disappeared out the room. Sorcha felt bad, she hadn’t meant to hurt him like that, she should have found a way to avoid him instead of telling him she wanted nothing to do with him because he’s dead. “Crap!” She cursed and flopped down on the bed, she curled up in a ball pulling the pillow close to her and tried to ignore the need Kyle had deliberately made her feel. “Gabriel!” Kyle yelled as he materialized in Gabe’s office. “I want my damn body back!” “Oh fuck-shit-crap.” Kyle spat out. “You can’t see or hear me unless I have Sorcha with me. God damn it!” “And Seth calls me a potty mouth, he needs to hear you when you get going.” Gabriel didn’t look up from the book on his desk. It took Kyle a moment to realize that Gabriel had actually spoken to him. When he did his jaw dropped. “Wait, you can hear me?” “And see you.” Gabriel raised his brilliant blue eyes and looked at Kyle. “What is the problem Kyle?” “How?” “How is a problem?” Gabriel flashed a smile, being deliberately obtuse. “Damn it Gabe, you know what I mean.” Kyle sat down in the chair on the other side of Gabriel’s desk. Gabriel shrugged. “Must be the god powers, Sorcha making you corporeal must have triggered some ability. I don’t have any problems seeing or hearing you now.” “Great, then you can use those god powers and wiggle your fingers to get me back into my body. I need to be alive again dude.” “Its not that easy Kyle.” “Why the hell not, there is nothing wrong with my body, you made sure of that, it’s lying in perfect stasis in the tomb.” “True, but still not easy.” Gabriel leaned forward putting his elbows on the desk. “I don’t know how to put you back Kyle. I need to figure that part out first.” Kyle released another string of curses. Gabriel raised a brow but stayed silent waiting for the Lycos to calm down. “Why is it so important that you get into your body this instant?” Gabriel asked. “I want Sorcha.” Gabriel burst out laughing. “Let me get this straight. Your horny, so you want back in your body?” “Yeah… no. It’s more than that Gabe. She doesn’t want me while I’m a ghost, I need her Gabe. I don’t want any other man near her. She makes me want to scream in frustration.” Gabriel was frowning. He was beginning to suspect they had another Nexus brewing, but that couldn’t be, Kyle was dead. Gabriel was confused and he hated being confused. Maybe he should make the pair test for a nexus. No, that would be unfair. If something was developing between them, it need to do so without the pressure of knowing that they had to be together, or the disappointment of knowing that they were never meant to be together. God, when had he become such a romantic fool. Gabriel shook his head. Then sighed. “Let me do my homework Kyle, I see if I can find a way to get you fleshy again.” “Thank you Gabriel.” Kyle was more grateful than Gabriel would ever know. He’d come to the decision that Sorcha was his. It had happened somewhere between him wanting to hurt Mikey for flirting with her and Sorcha creating mini sandstorms from jealousy. She didn’t know it yet but she was his woman. He had this fierce need to protect her, to keep her safe and happy. He wanted to make her smile, he wanted to hold her if she was tired or scared. He wanted to roll his scent all over her, so that every other man would smell him and know if they touched her he’d rip them to shreds. He realized his thoughts sounded a bit on the obsessive side. Did he love her? No he didn’t love her at least he didn’t think he loved her, but knowing all that didn’t lessen the urges he was having, and it wasn’t just lust, not even close. Something was going down. Kyle didn’t know what, but he was going to stick close to Sorcha until he figured it out. Gabriel interrupted his thoughts. “Any news on the missing Psy yet?” “We need to go see Murdock tonight.” Kyle told Gabriel what Mikey had told them. Gabriel frowned. “Its not much.” “Nope, but it’s a start.” “Yeah it is. Keep me informed.” “Will do. Gabe, is Seth back yet?” “Yeah, he was in the kitchen last I saw him.” Kyle didn’t even say goodbye he transported himself to Sorcha. Sorcha was still aching from need when she felt Kyle materialize behind her. She was lying on the bed curled in a ball. “What do you want Kyle.” She mumbled, sounding tired. “Sorcha, I know you’re pissed at me right now…” He hedged, as if he was nervous to ask her something. “Seth is back.” Sorcha sat up and got off the bed. “Lets go see him.” She wasn’t going to deny Kyle his reunion with Seth, especially since she felt bad for pushing Kyle away. Honestly even if she hadn’t felt guilty she couldn’t deny Kyle. She was worried that he’d figure that out and push her to the point where she’d say yes, just because she couldn’t say no. She wanted Kyle badly enough that the point where that might become an issue was close. After letting Seth see his brother Sorcha was determined to try and avoid Kyle. Before she did something she might regret for the rest of her life. Sorcha found Seth in the kitchen drinking a cup of coffee, he was sitting on the big wooden bench table, one arm draped over Drew as if he didn’t want her to move to far from him. Selphie was fussing with ingredients and another woman was setting up a mixer over a huge bowl of batter. “Hey Sorcha.” Drew greeted her as she walked into the kitchen. “I’d like to introduce you to my sister. Brynn, this is Sorcha.” Brynn smiled a greeting. “Hi Sorcha, nice to meet you.” Every hair on Sorcha’s body rose as if an electric field had flared around her. Brynn gave off a sense of being human, but she wasn’t. “What are you waiting for?” Kyle asked impatiently behind her. Sorcha shook herself then looked at Selphie. The nymph shook her head. She hadn’t said anything to Seth. Brynn and the mystery surrounding her would have to wait. “Seth.” Drew started. “Oh for god sake, I want my brother to see me.” “Wait Kyle…” But it was too late he’d slipped his hand into hers. The ceramic coffee mug Seth had been holding shattered as it hit the ground. He jumped out of his seat so fast that Drew nearly fell. He grabbed and steadied her as an afterthought. His eyes fixed on his brother. “Kyle?” The name came out in a whisper. “Yeah. God its good that you can see me, fifty years of talking to you and you hearing nothing was starting to get on my tits.” Kyle dragged Sorcha with him as he closed the distance between him and Seth, he threw his arms around Seth. Sorcha quickly let go of his hand and lay her hand on his back before he could throw her out the back door. Seth stood like a statue for a few breaths, then finally threw his arms around his brother. If Kyle had been alive, the force of that embrace would have cracked a few ribs. Sorcha had to swallow the lump in her throat as she watched a tear roll down Seth’s cheek. “When Sorcha made Khaish visible… I never thought… I assumed you were gone forever.” Seth was struggling to get the words past the huge blockage in his throat. Sorcha looked over at Drew, tears were streaming down the woman’s face as she grinned. Drew caught Sorcha’s eye and mouthed – thank you. Kyle cleared his throat and stepped away from his brother. Sorcha wasn’t surprised to see his cheeks were moist as well. He swiped at an eye. “Damn ectoplasmic dust.” He mumbled. “Kyle I’m sorry…” Seth started to say. “Oh no you don’t. Don’t get all Oprah on me bro. It wasn’t your fault I’ve been saying this to you for fifty years. It’s about time you hear it. I never want to hear you apologize again. I let a woman lead me around by the dick. I deserved what I got.” Seth opened his mouth to argue. “Dude! I just got done telling you to shut-up about it.” Sorcha was curious, she might just ask Kyle exactly what happened that got him killed. No wait – she was supposed to avoid him wasn’t she. Damn it. She was curious. It didn’t look like she was going to get away from Kyle any time soon. The brothers took a seat at the bench, Sorcha sticking close to keep Kyle corporeal, as they started catching up on thirty years of missed conversations.

Chapter Eight - word count 2506 - Download PDF

8.
       Sorcha rematerialized herself and Ross in the hallway near her room.  She was still upset with Kyle, and that’s why she got a little infantile and left him in the alley they had used to come home from.   She’d stepped away from Kyle and grabbed Ross’s hand just as she teleported.  He could make his own way home.
      “I’ll find you when we are ready to go see Murdock.  Why don’t you go have a rest.  You seem a bit stressed out.”  Ross said gently when Sorcha stumbled a little.
      She nodded, and turned towards her room.  Ross was a sweetie, she could have hugged him for realizing that she needed some time alone, but she wasn’t stressed, she was pissed off to a maniacal degree.  She hadn’t lost control of her powers like that since she was a toddler.  She slammed into her room, chucking her sling bag on to the floor and slammed the door.  Not the best manners, but right now she was on the point of tearing the place up.
      “Stupid Stupid Moron.”  She cursed herself and sat on the edge of her bed her head in her hands.  She’d risked exposing the group as Mythos, something no one wanted because the attention a group of Mythos got could be extreme.  All because she’d gotten jealous and had lost control of her telekinesis.
      “For what – A frigging ghost!  Woman you need to get your priorities straight.”  She lectured herself.
      “Do you always talk to yourself?”  Kyle’s deep voice flowed across her body.
      Sorcha searched and found him by the door, his shoulder resting against it his arms crossed over his chest and one ankle crossed over the other.  He was the essence of cool calm and collected.  She wanted to hit him.  Suddenly Sorcha realized she had someone to take her anger out on.
      “You!” She growled through clenched teeth.
      “Yeah me, why the hell did you leave me behind?”  He frowned at her straitening up from his comfortable lean on the door.
      Sorcha ignored his question, and threw one of her own at him.
      “How dare you threaten to rip someone’s limbs off just because they were talking to me?”
      “I didn’t threaten to rip his limbs off … I promised, and he wasn’t just talking Sorcha he was coming on to you.”
      “So… what!” She hissed.
      Kyle started getting angry himself. He stalked across the room to stand a foot away from her scowling blackly.
      “So I didn’t like it.”
      “I repeat my previous question.  So what?” her hands were clenched at her sides. “You have no right!  You might as well have whipped it out and pissed a yellow circle all around me.”
      Kyle raised an eyebrow.  “You make that sound like a bad thing.”
      “Kyle…”
      “What!” Kyle threw his hands up in frustration.  “I can’t help it.  When it comes to you I get antsy when some dude makes a move.  Besides I’m not the one that made dust devils dance.”
      Sorcha felt her cheeks heat.
      “That was an accident.”  She mumbled
      “Accident my ass!  You were jealous and fighting yourself, you didn’t do anything about it and it came out in another way.  Just try and deny it woman.”
      A sound of pure frustration escaped Sorcha’s throat.  “Oh just go haunt someone else you prick.”
      “You should have bitch slapped the wench if her paying me attention was pissing you off so bad.”  Kyle grumbled.
      “I’ll bitch slap you if you don’t piss off.”
      “owww, feisty.” He grinned placated when she didn’t deny her jealousy. “I like it when you're feisty, it makes me hot.”
      Sorcha felt her insides clench with need as his voice lowered an octave getting gravelly.
      How the hell did he do it? How did he make her go from angry to desperate to make love to him with one sentence.
      Kyle wasn’t joking, the fight was making him get hard.  He loved the way her eyes flashed, and her cheeks glowed.  Kyle wanted her under him and naked in a bad way.
      He reached out for her, only to have her dance out of his reach.
      “Don’t.”  She held out one hand in warning. “I’m not going down that road Kyle.”
      Her hand was shaking, she was fighting herself with everything she had, all she really wanted to do was jump the man and she couldn’t.
      “What?  You don’t want me cause I’m dead?  I’m not exactly a rotting corpse Sorcha.”
      “No you aren’t, but there’s a corpse that belongs to you in the ground somewhere and I’m not going to do this with you Kyle.”
      Sorcha would never admit to anyone, but she’d never been with a man.  She had trouble admitting it to herself.  Every time she’s showed the least interest in a guy Raven had swooped him away, so Sorcha had never had the chance to loose her virginity.  Being a virgin in this day and age was a stigma, which sucked so bad, and was completely unfair, but how unfair it was wasn’t the point, her first time with a man would not be with a ghost.  No matter how badly she wanted Kyle.
      Kyle stood frozen, this was ridiculous, it was fucking prejudice.  He knew Sorcha wanted him, he could smell it, hell he could feel her need vibrate on the air.  Even with that intense need she was pushing him away, the hell with that, this woman would be his, it was only a matter of time.
      He stepped up to her, not touching her but close enough that he could smell the warm jasmine of her skin.
      His voice rubbed across her skin like silk when he murmured.
      “Don’t worry Darlin, sooner than you think I’ll have you in bed, screaming my name as you come over and over again.”
      Sorcha sucked in a breath as she felt warm heat pool between her legs.  He was torture in ghost form, god!
      She forced herself to calm down and answer him in a level voice.
      “No Kyle…you wont.”
      “Fuckin’ Hell!” he barked and disappeared out the room.
      Sorcha felt bad, she hadn’t meant to hurt him like that, she should have found a way to avoid him instead of telling him she wanted nothing to do with him because he’s dead.
      “Crap!”  She cursed and flopped down on the bed, she curled up in a ball pulling the pillow close to her and tried to ignore the need Kyle had deliberately made her feel.

      “Gabriel!”  Kyle yelled as he materialized in Gabe’s office. “I want my damn body back!”
      “Oh fuck-shit-crap.” Kyle spat out.  “You can’t see or hear me unless I have Sorcha with me. God damn it!”
      “And Seth calls me a potty mouth, he needs to hear you when you get going.”  Gabriel didn’t look up from the book on his desk.
      It took Kyle a moment to realize that Gabriel had actually spoken to him.  When he did his jaw dropped.
      “Wait, you can hear me?”
      “And see you.”  Gabriel raised his brilliant blue eyes and looked at Kyle.
      “What is the problem Kyle?”
      “How?”
      “How is a problem?”  Gabriel flashed a smile, being deliberately obtuse.
      “Damn it Gabe, you know what I mean.”  Kyle sat down in the chair on the other side of Gabriel’s desk.
      Gabriel shrugged.  “Must be the god powers, Sorcha making you corporeal must have triggered some ability.  I don’t have any problems seeing or hearing you now.”
      “Great, then you can use those god powers and wiggle your fingers to get me back into my body.  I need to be alive again dude.”
      “Its not that easy Kyle.”
      “Why the hell not, there is nothing wrong with my body, you made sure of that, it’s lying in perfect stasis in the tomb.”
      “True, but still not easy.”  Gabriel leaned forward putting his elbows on the desk.
      “I don’t know how to put you back Kyle.  I need to figure that part out first.”
      Kyle released another string of curses.
      Gabriel raised a brow but stayed silent waiting for the Lycos to calm down.
      “Why is it so important that you get into your body this instant?”  Gabriel asked.
      “I want Sorcha.”
      Gabriel burst out laughing.
      “Let me get this straight.  Your horny, so you want back in your body?”
      “Yeah… no.  It’s more than that Gabe.  She doesn’t want me while I’m a ghost, I need  her Gabe.  I don’t want any other man near her.  She makes me want to scream in frustration.”
      Gabriel was frowning.  He was beginning to suspect they had another Nexus brewing, but that couldn’t be, Kyle was dead.  Gabriel was confused and he hated being confused.  Maybe he should make the pair test for a nexus.  No, that would be unfair.  If something was developing between them, it need to do so without the pressure of knowing that they had to be together, or the disappointment of knowing that they were never meant to be together.  God, when had he become such a romantic fool.  Gabriel shook his head.  Then sighed.
      “Let me do my homework Kyle, I see if I can find a way to get you fleshy again.”
      “Thank you Gabriel.”
      Kyle was more grateful than Gabriel would ever know.  He’d come to the decision that Sorcha was his.  It had happened somewhere between him wanting to hurt Mikey for flirting with her and Sorcha creating mini sandstorms from jealousy.
      She didn’t know it yet but she was his woman.  He had this fierce need to protect her, to keep her safe and happy.  He wanted to make her smile, he wanted to hold her if she was tired or scared.  He wanted to roll his scent all over her, so that every other man would smell him and know if they touched her he’d rip them to shreds.  He realized his thoughts sounded a bit on the obsessive side.  Did he love her? No he didn’t love her at least he didn’t think he loved her, but knowing all that didn’t lessen the urges he was having, and it wasn’t just lust, not even close.  Something was going down.  Kyle didn’t know what, but he was going to stick close to Sorcha until he figured it out.
      Gabriel interrupted his thoughts.  “Any news on the missing Psy yet?”
      “We need to go see Murdock tonight.” Kyle told Gabriel what Mikey had told them.
      Gabriel frowned.  “Its not much.”
      “Nope, but it’s a start.”
      “Yeah it is.  Keep me informed.”
      “Will do.  Gabe, is Seth back yet?”
      “Yeah, he was in the kitchen last I saw him.”
      Kyle didn’t even say goodbye he transported himself to Sorcha.

      Sorcha was still aching from need when she felt Kyle materialize behind her.  She was lying on the bed curled in a ball.
      “What do you want Kyle.”  She mumbled, sounding tired.
      “Sorcha, I know you’re pissed at me right now…” He hedged, as if he was nervous to ask her something.  “Seth is back.”
      Sorcha sat up and got off the bed.  “Lets go see him.”  She wasn’t going to deny Kyle his reunion with Seth, especially since she felt bad for pushing Kyle away.  Honestly even if she hadn’t felt guilty she couldn’t deny Kyle.  She was worried that he’d figure that out and push her to the point where she’d say yes, just because she couldn’t say no.  She wanted Kyle badly enough that the point where that might become an issue was close.  After letting Seth see his brother Sorcha was determined to try and avoid Kyle.  Before she did something she might regret for the rest of her life.

      Sorcha found Seth in the kitchen drinking a cup of coffee, he was sitting on the big wooden bench table, one arm draped over Drew as if he didn’t want her to move to far from him.
      Selphie was fussing with ingredients and another woman was setting up a mixer over a huge bowl of batter.
      “Hey Sorcha.”  Drew greeted her as she walked into the kitchen.  “I’d like to introduce you to my sister.  Brynn, this is Sorcha.”
      Brynn smiled a greeting.  “Hi Sorcha, nice to meet you.”
      Every hair on Sorcha’s body rose as if an electric field had flared around her.  Brynn gave off a sense of being human, but she wasn’t.
      “What are you waiting for?”  Kyle asked impatiently behind her.  Sorcha shook herself then looked at Selphie.  The nymph shook her head.  She hadn’t said anything to Seth.
      Brynn and the mystery surrounding her would have to wait.
      “Seth.”  Drew started.
      “Oh for god sake, I want my brother to see me.”
      “Wait Kyle…”
      But it was too late he’d slipped his hand into hers.  The ceramic coffee mug Seth had been holding shattered as it hit the ground.  He jumped out of his seat so fast that Drew nearly fell.  He grabbed and steadied her as an afterthought.  His eyes fixed on his brother.
      “Kyle?”  The name came out in a whisper.
      “Yeah.  God its good that you can see me, fifty years of talking to you and you hearing nothing was starting to get on my tits.”
      Kyle dragged Sorcha with him as he closed the distance between him and Seth, he threw his arms around Seth.  Sorcha quickly let go of his hand and lay her hand on his back before he could throw her out the back door.
      Seth stood like a statue for a few breaths, then finally threw his arms around his brother.  If Kyle had been alive, the force of that embrace would have cracked a few ribs.
      Sorcha had to swallow the lump in her throat as she watched a tear roll down Seth’s cheek.
      “When Sorcha made Khaish visible… I never thought…  I assumed you were gone forever.”  Seth was struggling to get the words past the huge blockage in his throat.
      Sorcha looked over at Drew, tears were streaming down the woman’s face as she grinned.
      Drew caught Sorcha’s eye and mouthed – thank you.
      Kyle cleared his throat and stepped away from his brother.  Sorcha wasn’t surprised to see his cheeks were moist as well.  He swiped at an eye.
      “Damn ectoplasmic dust.”  He mumbled.
      “Kyle I’m sorry…” Seth started to say.
      “Oh no you don’t.  Don’t get all Oprah on me bro. It wasn’t your fault I’ve been saying this to you for fifty years.  It’s about time you hear it.   I never want to hear you apologize again.  I let a woman lead me around by the dick.  I deserved what I got.”
      Seth opened his mouth to argue.
      “Dude!  I just got done telling you to shut-up about it.”
      Sorcha was curious, she might just ask Kyle exactly what happened that got him killed.  No wait – she was supposed to avoid him wasn’t she.  Damn it.  She was curious.
      It didn’t look like she was going to get away from Kyle any time soon.  The brothers took a seat at the bench, Sorcha sticking close to keep Kyle corporeal, as they started catching up on thirty years of missed conversations.

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