Author’s Dramatic Content Note: I write romantic love stories for adults, aged 18 and older. So most of the chapters will be PG-13 due to mature themes (M), or dramatic moments (D). And some of the chapters have romantic and sensual, but not explicit, love scenes that I will label as (L), and such. So if you are unable or unwilling to attend a movie with the ratings that I provide, then please do not read that chapter. This is my disclaimer.
Additional Disclaimer: The Wiki and other reference links that I cite contain general information merely to allude to a place, person, concept/theory/belief, history, or artifact, etc. This story is a work of fiction, and people and their thoughts and actions are figments of my imagination and should not be taken as real or as fact. And though the general backgrounds of the characters and the story’s contextual setting involve mentions of the Christian religion—with an Anglican/Episcopal focus—this story is a romance, not a religious tract.
[And from time to time, I will illustrate my story with my dream cast of: Richard Armitage as Prof. Benedict Somerset, Jennifer Ehle as Laura Leicester, Loretta Devine as Connie Velasquez, John Lithgow as Seminary President Maynard Casten, and Jane Alexander as his wife Portia Casten, Charles Dance as Benedict’s father Edward Somerset, Helen Mirren as Benedict’s Mother Elizabeth Somerset, Dawn French as Benedict’s elder sister Lady Alexandra Somerset Solsbury, James Nesbit as Benedict’s elder brother Edmund Somerset, Chris Pine as Laura’s younger brother Steve Leicester, Max Charles as 5 yr old Caleb Somerset, Samantha Colley as Lady Alexis Solsbury, and others as noted.]
Author’s recap from the previous chapter: With the kidney transplant surgery from Laura to little Caleb a success and the Gilberts inheritance issue is resolved, things are full steam ahead for Benedict’s and Laura’s wedding in the Summer.
“Somerset: A Time to Love”, Ch. 28 End: August Wedding
The next two months fly by for the Somerset, Solsbury, and Leicester families. Well, perhaps not so much for the patients: the 83 year old Duke Edward is doing grueling physical therapy learning to walk again with a prosthetic for short bursts, but with him mostly relying on his motorized wheelchair and he is supported and encouraged by his loving wife of 60 years Duchess Elizabeth; his grandson and son Edmund’s son little five year old Caleb Somerset is improving as he was weaned off of dialysis a month ago and his donated kidney from his soon to be Aunt Laura seems to be working just fine, and so far, he has not needed the liver transplant but his health is monitored closely should his body reject the new kidney and/or need the partial liver transplant aferall, the doctors are cautiously optimistic; and Benedict Somerset’s fiancé 40 year old Laura Leicester is also healing, a bit faster than the Duke or little Caleb since after donating one of her kidneys to him, her remaining kidney has managed to take over nicely.
But Laura still is grounded from flying until November and will not be able to fly home to the States. So she resigns herself to that. And with Benedict wanting to be with his aged parents for as much of their remaining years as he can, they decide to make England their semi-permanent home for the forseeable future. Lady Alexis had traveled to the States to help her Uncle Benedict and Steve Leicester sort through Laura’s things. And it was Lady Alexis who sides with Laura on getting as much of her possessions packed up and moved to England as she did—via cell phones and skyping.
So Benedict does as promised and packs up his and Laura’s possessions—him shipping almost all of her possessions, including furniture to England–because they have meaning for her. Him seemingly sanguine about it. With the remainder of Laura’s possessions that her brother Steve did not want being sold at a group auction—the proceeds of which Laura donated to the Chicago Group Home for children that she so loved as a Volunteer.
And Laura was correct in that the university can not hold her teaching and advising job for her indefinitely. So, at Benedict’s urging, Laura elects to give herself a gap year, as they refer to it in Britain, and acclimate to living in England as her new permanent home after she marries Benedict. And Benedict elects not to take a leave of absence at the seminary—since in his heart, he feels that staying in England by his aged parents sides is the right thing for him to do now. So he requests and is granted a lateral transfer to the British Anglican Seminary College in Somerset, England via a concordance agreement between the English Anglican and the American Episcopal national churches. Still, as with Laura, it was a wrench for Benedict to leave his colleagues behind.
Laura and Benedict are currently staying in a large guest state apartment at Somerset Hall Castle on the countryside Somerset Estate near Exmoor Village–that was granted them by the Duke and Duchess—and using much of Laura’s furniture for their private chambers, such was and is Laura’s impeccable taste in furnishings, and her having several lovely family heirlooms that she had Benedict ship to England from America, such as her quite large Ivers and Ponds Parlor Grand piano that had belonged to her maternal grandmother. It is perhaps not the best piano on the planet, but it has Leicester family history and sentimentality attached to it for Laura. And Laura has had the over 100 year old piano well maintained over the years by the finest piano technicians—even one who had worked for Steinway and Carnegie Hall. And Laura’s careful conservatorship of her piano is illustrated by its wonderful tone when she expertly plays it for Benedict and his family.
Apart from the healing going on during the Summer months of June and July, they also involve nearly weekly weekend Somerset and Solsbury family gatherings at either Lexi and Ian’s Earldom of Bath estate outside of Bath or at the Somerset Hall Castle estate. And Laura’s brother Steve Leicester has even managed flights over to England every other weekend to see Lady Alexis—with her often traveling to see him in NYC, the alternating weekends. The air expenses are racking up, since Steve’s lawyer salary gives him more disposable income than does Lady Alexis’ family stipend. But it is worth the costs as Steve’s and Lady Alexis’ relationship deepens over time.
And Lady Alexis has never truly worked for a living and earned a salary. But rather, Lady Alexis gives of her time to select charities, her serving in capacities aligning with her university education that range from her being a pro bono fine arts conservator for renaissance paintings on Mondays and Wednesdays at the Bath Museum, as well as a Bath Museum curator and docent Tuesdays and Thursdays who leads school and community group tours of the artifacts present in their Bath Museum. However close Steve and Lady Alexis have become, they are both keeping mum about the status of their relationship–which is driving her mother Lexi Lady Bath crazy.
But as it should be, the focus among the Somerset, Solsbury, and Leicester families for the Summer is the upcoming end of August wedding [(2) below] of Benedict Somerset the Baron Exmoor and Miss Laura Leicester, divorcee. Laura thinks the designation on what will be their marriage certificate has not kept up with the times—and she feels that the legal document having a marital status label of divorcee is quite censorious on their part. However, the single female designation of spinster is not to her liking either. So Laura just resigns herself to it, her knowing that the computer printed legal document will be shoved into a drawer or bank safety deposit box probably not to be seen for decades. It will be the more artistically painted and hand lettered linen marriage certificate from the church itself that will become a cherished memento of their marriage.
And Benedict mollifies Laura about the marriage legality oddities by taking her on a number of semi-grand Duke of Exmoor Somerset estates to visit that are currently available for lease from the vast Somerset Estate at a very reasonable price, and for perpetuity—such that their heirs may also claim them as their family home. In this way, Benedict and Laura will still be near his aging parents, while also maintaining their own and his parents’ privacy. Not to mention the privacy of his elder brother Edmund Marquess of Exmoor and his family, with his wife and their little five year old son Caleb the Earl of Exmoor who also live in Somerset Hall Castle.
And as before, it was explained to Laura that the title and lands of the Viscount Exmoor are reserved for either Edmund having another son, or Caleb’s male offspring, as needed. Hence Benedict Somerset is the Baron Exmoor—with the ability to confer that title upon his death to his eldest male heir—and Laura will become Benedict’s Baroness. And any male or female offspring Benedict and Laura have together may use the courtesy titles of “The Honorable Balthasar Somerset” [(3)], for example.
Three weeks before Benedict’s and Laura’s wedding, the limited number of invitations are to be sent out. But it seems that there is to be a hitch in that regard. For unbeknownst to all but the happy younger couple themselves—namely Steve Leicester and Lady Alexis Solsbury—they have also become engaged and wish to fast track their wedding by joining Benedict’s and Laura’s wedding ceremony . So they would have a double wedding. Most of the same people would be attending Lady Alexis’ and Steve’s wedding—with just about twenty additional invitations for their personal friends and colleagues that they each send out.
Another wrinkle of the double wedding is that Lady Alexis will quickly need to find herself a wedding dress and attendants, whilst Steve needs to find attendants and tux, and line up a honeymoon destination—not to mention smoothing over his future mother-in-law’s ruffled feathers for he and Lady Alexis not having a big splashy society wedding in London. But he promises for them to submit to a post honeymoon reception in London for them.
And since Lady Alexis had done Laura the favor of advocating for her Uncle Benedict to pack and ship most of Laura’s possessions to England, Laura returns the favor in attending Lady Alexis’ wedding gown selection with her mother, Lexi Lady Bath. In the end, it was very good that Laura tagged along, because when Lexi Lady Bath kept pestering her daughter about why she didn’t want to wear a more form fitting style of gown. Laura deftly steers Lexi to a mother-of-the-bride selection of gowns that will make her dazzle. So with her mother Lexi lady Bath appeased for the moment, Lady Alexis waves heartfelt thumbs up to her soon-to-be aunt and sister-in-law Laura. And Lady Alexis resolves to reveal her gown style reasons to Laura soon—so at least someone in the family knows.
Then suddenly, their wedding day is almost before them on this Friday August 30th. As is tradition, the grooms Benedict and Steve are removed from the close proximity of their brides residing at the main Somerset Hall’s estate castle–to the Duke of Exmoor’s Somerset Estate Hunting Lodge. Edmund as Benedict’s supporter/attendant/Best man is also in attendance—as is the father of the younger bride to be for Steve, Ian Solsbury Earl of Bath. One cannot really call it a stag party—no ribaldery goes on, not with the father and uncle of the younger bride in attendance and the brother of the older bride in attendance. They have a few drinks, munch the party appetizer foods—which were quite tasty—and then Ian and Edmund share sage marital advice before the party breaks up at a tame 10 o’clock at night.
The ladies ensconced up at Somerset Hall Castle are much more happily engaged—not the least of which is that Benedict flew Laura’s first choice for Matron of Honor to England for the wedding, her friend and Chicago Children’s Group Home Volunteer Coordinator Connie Velasquez. Laura has not seen Connie in person for several months, though they have emailed and texted each other. So the ladies in their nightgown sets, pamper each other with facials, put on nail polish in the blushingest pale pink shade, and munch on light fare of meat past sandwiches with the crusts cut off the bread, fruit, cheese, wine, a veggie and dip spread, and delicate desserts. For activities, they troop up to the Somerset Hall Castle vaults—lead by Duchess Elizabeth. And a selection of tiaras are brought out of the vault for trying on and possibly wearing by Laura and Lady Alexis at their double wedding. In fact, Lexi Lady Bath has also brought with her two tiara selections for her daughter Lady Alexis to try on.
And Laura and Steve’s Gilbert family cousins have offered the Leicester tiara for Laura to wear. However the tiara is such a large and ostentatious ornament that it won’t stay on Laura’s head. So Laura has to decline wearing it–happily so for her—with the ruse that they cannot risk the tiara falling to the ground and breaking. So Duchess Elizabeth comes to the rescue and offers Laura the smaller and elegant Exmoor Princess tiara—so named because the then Princess Victoria had broken her tiara just before a birthday ball for her uncle King William, and the Somerset’s came to the rescue by loaning the Princess Victoria their family heirloom tiara to wear. All of this is heady stuff for Laura—not the least of which is that she will get to feel like a princess on her wedding day.
As Laura settles into bed at the early hour of 10pm, she notices that Benedict has sent her a text message, so she calls him back.
Laura: “Hi Benedict. What’s up? You’re not going to jilt me at the altar tomorrow? Are you?” She laughs in jest. “Ha ha ha!”
Benedict: “No, but I was trying to find a way to plot our escape from the circus that I know tomorrow will be.”
Laura: “Now now, you have performed weddings before, right?”
Benedict: “Yes, but only half of the couples were still with each other five years later. That’s one reason why I gave up the notion of being a parish priest. I couldn’t discern when two people were ill suited for each other.”
Laura: She blanches. “Well, I guess that you were doing them a service.” She pauses. “We’re so right for each other, Benedict. I can feel it in my bones and my grandmother used to say. And I love you very very much.”
Benedict: “And I love you very much! I know that we’re right for each other, Laura Darling. With you in my life, I have joy in the morning. [(4)]”
Laura: “Well now reverend. Good for us!”
As it turns out, the weddings of the two couples was lovely and everyone involved had a good time. And now—as the senior married men told Steve and Benedict—is when the real work of building and sustaining a marriage begins.
To be continued with Chapter 29 Epilogue
P.S. I added the Epilogue below, before the references.
“Somerset: A Time to Love”, Ch. 29: Epilogue, 5 Years Later
(An original story copyrighted by Gratiana Lovelace; All rights reserved)
Five years later …, mid December, the 15th to be precise… It is a dark and stormy afternoon as the Somerset limousines finally turn onto the long drive through the Somerset Hall Castle Estate gates. The heavy snowfall on the grounds and still falling now makes visibility difficult—both for the limousine driver and those waiting at Somerset Hall—especially for three year old The Honourable Anne Lindsay Somerset. She and her parents Baron Benedict and Baroness Laura—along with her elder brother The Honorable Simon Leicester Somerset—are staying for the Christmas Holidays with her grandparents, the Duke and Duchess of Exmoor and their Aunt and Uncle and cousins Caleb and two year old Mary Elizabeth Somerset.
Anne is a little girl and has the patience of one—nonexistent, something that she shares in common with her 88 year old paternal grandfather Edward Duke of Exmoor. Anne wants what she wants when she wants it. Her little mouth pouts for emphasis—her pink lips the same color as her knee length warm velvet party dress with a white lace trimmed collar, under which she has on warm ivory colored leotards and black patent leather shoes with cute black bows. When she stills—which is not often–Anne looks like a porcelain doll with her shiny brown curls and a pink ribbon in her hair.
Anne: Her forehead and nose plastered against the nearly floor to ceiling window, little Anne asks. “Where are they Grandpapa Duke? They’ll miss our welcome home luncheon in the big dining room if they don’t hurry it up.” Little Anne’s high pitched vocal tones are cultured with a decided British accent having a slight lilt of an American accent—her having spent her whole life living in England with her British father Benedict Somerset and her American mother Laura Leicester Somerset and her elder brother Simon. They will also have a new brother or sister soon.
Edward Somerset Duke of Exmoor at 88 years is wizened, frail looking while wearing a navy blue sweater that seems to dwarf him now and a navy blue and blood red plaid blanket covering his lap whilst sitting on his motorized wheelchair up in the 3rd floor family parlor, but still having his sparkling eyes and a radiant smile for his granddaughter by his youngest son Benedict and daughter-in-law Laura.
Duke Edward: “As I have said, many times before, Dear, they will arrive in due time.” He scowls at her sternly. Whomever thought it was a good idea for him to watch after their so far youngest grandchild while the hostesses tended to last minute details with their servants, must have been mad, he thinks.
Anne: Patting his hand upon his wheelchair armrest, she soothes him with a smile. “Oh, Grandpapa Duke, you had best put on your nice face or Grandmama Duchess will send you to your room without dessert.” The children always receive their full meals when they rarely misbehave, but desserts are earned with good behavior. Then little Anne assumes an imperious pose–executing a flawless impression of her Grandmama Duchess Elizabeth—a graceful elongated stance with her head held high, hands upon her hips, and an imperious glare.
Duke Edward: “You do your Grandmama Duchess proud, Girl. But do not let her see you doing that impersonation of her.”
Lady Anne: “Thank you! And I am Anne, Grandpapa Duke.”
Duke Edward: “I know who you are!” He grouses, but with a smile. His youngest granddaughter is feisty. She gets that from him.
Lady Anne: “Then why did you call me Girl?” He winks at her. She knows that he knows her name. It is a game they play. “Very well.” Said sighingly. “Please take me on a ride to the Christmas Tree parlor downstairs?” She holds out her arms. “I want to see if it still looks good!”
Duke Edward: “It had better still be good! Or your Papa and your brother Simon, Uncle Edmund and your cousin Caleb are bad pickers.
The old Duke beckons and little Anne hops up onto his blanket covered legs. After settling her in, he reaches for his motorized wheelchair’s driving throttle.
Duke Edward: “There now …” But he is interrupted, expectedly so.
Anne: “May I drive, Grandpapa Duke.” She gives him her most dazzling three year old smile. Even their family’s cook Mrs. Doyle cannot resist her when little Anne asks for bite of freshly made bread, right out of the ovens.
Duke Edward: “Hell’s bells, Girl, Anne.” He corrects himself. “Wait to drive my wheelchair until we take the elevator down to the main floor.” Benedict and Edmund had two smallish proper elevators installed at both ends of the front facing wing of Somerset Hall Castle to give his father greater independence in moving about his country home.
Once they reach the main floor—him having allowed his granddaughter to push the elevator buttons, which is partly how she started learning about numbers last year—Duke Edward relinquishes control of his motorized wheelchair’s throttle stick.
Anne: “May I drive now, Grandpapa Duke?” She asks so sweetly, but Duke Edward shivers a bit regarding her tendency to speed too fast—especially around corners.
Duke Edward: “Just keep it slow and steady.” He flips the switch that allows him to control and limit the maximum speed of the motorized wheelchair to 1 mile per hour. “And stay clear of any objets d’art, young lady. Or your Grandmama Duchess will make our guts for her garters.”
Anne: “I said I was sorry when the bust of the old Queen Elizabeth got knocked over.” Stating it as if she hadn’t been the one to knock it over with her wheelchair racing speeds of 3 to 5 miles per hour making her lose control and hit the bust’s pedestal. And Anne is referring to a priceless 16th century bust of Queen Elizabeth the First that was created during her reign. “But it turned out okay, because the young Queen Elizabeth bust you have now is prettier.” The bust is of a young Queen Elizabeth II. Ah the reasonings and rationalizations in a child’s mind.
And when that bust of the old Queen’s fell onto the marble floor of the Somerset Castle foyer and cracked into thousands of pieces six months ago, everyone looked in horror to Duke Edward—because of the priceless nature of the bust. The bust was given to their family in honor of Queen Elizabeth the First elevating the Somersets to the Dukes of Exmoor, four hundred years ago. But after observing his wailing 2.5 year old granddaughter Anne sobbing copious tears because she knew that she had done a bad thing, Duke Edward surprised everyone by soothing Little Lady Anne in his arms and saying.
Duke Edward: “There, there, little Anne. You won’t be punished. The Queen’s bust must have been imperfect to have shattered so completely—which was a good thing for the marble floor.” So little Anne dried her tears—glad that she wouldn’t be punished by missing dessert.
Then Duke Edward and everyone looked more closely at the shattered bust remnants before the staff cleaned them up. And the Somersets realized that the bust was made of heavy clay, not carved marble—which was very good for the marble floor that showed no marks upon it. Later on the non-marble bust mystery was solved when it was discovered that an earlier Somerset ancestor was encouraged to relay the real marble bust they had been given years before to a new favorite of the Queen’s. And the Somersets of old were given the now shattered sculpted clay replica strewn across the marble floor. Besides, the young Queen Elizabeth II bust is prettier.
Down in the front parlor where the Christmas tree is, little Anne gingerly hops off her Grandpapa Duke’s lap—careful not to bash his long ago injured leg wearing a prosthetic. He also has a cane that he uses when shifting positions from sitting to standing, and the reverse—to help stabilize his balance.
Laura: “Good morning, Papa Duke and Anne Sweetheart.” Laura bows her head from her seated position on smaller love seat settee. The old Duke gives her a slight nod and slight smile. At 8 months pregnant with her and Benedict’s third child, Laura finds standing up a challenge. In the early months of her and Benedict’s marriage, Laura unfailingly addressed her father-in-law as Your Grace. However, Duke Edward eventually told her that her using the more familiar Papa Duke form of address would be entirely acceptable. And to that, his wife and Duchess sighed. Finally. For she and Laura had long been on friendly and intimate terms, with Laura addressing her as her husband Benedict does, as Mama.
Laura: “Careful Anne, Sweetheart. Come over here to me.” Laura pats the open seat on the settee next to her and beckons to Anne.
Anne: “Hi Mummy.” She waves at her mother animatedly before dashing over to her mother to give her a kiss. “May I check the presents again, please Mummy?”
Laura: “Sweetheart, I don’t believe there have been any additions—nor subtractions, since yesterday.”
Anne: “But what if the presents for me get moved? And I can’t find them?” Little Anne’s interest in gift placement is not so mercenary as it is practical.
For last year, the presents sitting around the base of the tree were indeed moved when the old tree stand started to leak water and had to be replaced with a new tree stand. Such that, some of the temporarily removed Christmas presents—including one gift for Anne—were tucked behind a curtain and forgotten, only to be found when the gift giver questioned the missing gifts whereabouts. And at the age of 3 years old, little Anne is mostly excited that she is receiving a gift, her not understanding the monetary value of things yet. Except that is, Anne does now understand that the busts and other statuary are important, somehow—even the not pretty and the not interesting ones—and she tries to give them a wide berth.
Eventually, all of the other Somerset family members currently in residence at Somerset Hall Castle, find their way to the Front Parlor where the Christmas Tree and presents are. Edmund and Benedict had taken their boys out on snowmobiles hunting for some more greenery and fir boughs per their Mama Duchess’ request. Those greenery items have been now dispatched to the staff for appropriate placement per Her Grace’s designation.
The longtime and aged Somerset Hall Castle Butler enters the Christmas Tree parlor and announces to the room.
Butler: “Your Graces, My Lords and Ladies, and children, the two limousines conveying expected family members have been observed advancing up the driveway toward Somerset Hall Castle.”
Immediately a squealing melee ensues, from children and adults alike who scramble to stand and greet their final family guests. Having Lexi Lady Bath and her Earl Husband Ian Solsbury Lord bath joining them is lovely, of course. But the real treat is having Alexis Solsbury Leicester and her husband and Laura’s brother Steve Leicester and their children joining them for Christmas this year.
When their family guests enter the large vaulted foyer there are kisses all around. Benedict and Laura, especially, warmly greet Steve and Alexis who now live primarily in the States with their children. Together, along with their children, parents, and grandparents, the Somerset, Leicester, and Solsbury families will have a wonderful holiday gathering time of togetherness, love, joy, and laughter.
Benedict and Laura are thankful for Benedict’s then little five year old nephew Caleb who suggested so many years ago that his Uncle Benedict needed to be more fun. And Benedict is grateful that he acted upon that advice, which lead him to volunteer and to meet the love of his life and the future mother of his children, Laura Leicester. And Laura is grateful to find in her loving husband Benedict a man whom she can trust with her heart and with her future.
And Benedict and Laura together, along with their now extended families, enjoy and benefit from their loving bonds—their lives enriched beyond their hopes and dreams. For when Benedict and Laura inauspiciously met, their lives changed forever—because for them, it became, a time to love.
Dear Readers and Friends,
Thank you for going on Benedict’s and Laura’s journey to finding a richer life through love, friendship, and making new families. “Somerset: A Time to Love” is a story especially close to my heart, in part, because it embraces the notion of having a second act, if you will. Because Benedict and Laura as 45 and 40 years old might be considered in the middle of life. And yet together, they started on a new path. Our lives can have the opportunity to change or to transform, sometimes when we least expect it, or when we have given up all hope of love or friendship or family, etc. So when that opportunity presents itself, take a chance for yourself, give yourself the chance to transform. Be brave, and to be hopeful.
And on a very personal note, I wish my loving husband a very Happy 28th Wedding Anniversary. Like Laura and Benedict, we met inauspiciously many years ago. And sensing that moment was life changing for me, I found the courage to take a chance—to be brave and to be hopeful.
Hugs and Happy New Year 2018! Love and Holiday Cheers! Gratiana Lovelace, January 01, 2018
References for “Somerset: A Time to Love”, Ch. 28 End & Ch. 29 Epilogue, December 31, 2017 Gratiana Lovelace (Post #1132)
1) The Somerset: A Time to Love” story cover is a composite of two main images:
a) Background–Creative Commons-licensed photo by Flickr user AlicePopkorn2]
b) Prof. Benedict Somerset image is of Richard Armitage (2012 Promo by Roberta Ascroft, pix35) found at richardarmitagenet.com/images/gallery/Richard/Promos/2012Promo/album/RobertAscroft-35.jpg
c) a crucifix image is from MS Office Clip Art;
2) The image of the bride and grooms hands with wedding rings was found at http://moerosokuhou.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/12/which-hand-for-wedding-ring-elegant-wedding-rings-on-hands-background-wallpaper-i-hd-images-of-which-hand-for-wedding-ring.jpg
3) The sons and daughters of Barons and Viscounts, etc. may use the courtesy title of “The Honorable …” as indicated at the following resource https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Courtesy_titles_in_the_United_Kingdom
4) “Weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning. (Psalms 30:5)” found at http://www.en.thinkexist.com/quotation/weeping_may_endure_for_a_night-but_joy_cometh_in/150632.html
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