When Phoebe’s mother-in-law moves in for the week, she doesn’t just take the guest room. No, she takes Phoebe’s entire bedroom. And her husband, Jake, lets it happen. But if they want to treat her like a guest in her own home, she’ll show them exactly what checking out looks like.
I was actually excited when Doreen announced she was coming to stay for a week.
I fluffed the pillows in the guest room, put out fresh towels, and even stocked the bathroom with lavender-scented soap because I was feeling extra generous.
A beautiful guest bedroom | Source: Midjourney
To top it off, I made her a batch of scones and cranberry and chocolate muffins. I was on my A-game.
This was my mother-in-law, after all. I wanted her to feel welcome.
What I didn’t realize, though, was that she was planning a hostile takeover.
Food on a kitchen counter | Source: Midjourney
That afternoon, I came home from work thinking that Doreen would have made us dinner. Secretly, I was hoping for her delicious stew and homemade rolls.
But it turned out that she had something else cooking.
I got into the quiet house, and stepped into my room, wanting to change into sweatpants and a sweater.
A pot of stew | Source: Midjourney
But instead of finding my room as it should have been, I found Doreen.
She was standing in the middle of my bedroom, happily unpacking her suitcase…
While tossing my clothes on the floor!
An older woman standing in front of a closet | Source: Midjourney
My dresses? Crumpled into a heap.
My shoes? Shoved into laundry baskets.
Her things? Neatly hung up in my closet like she owned the place.
For a moment, my brain refused to process what I was seeing.
A pile of clothing on the floor | Source: Midjourney
This woman hadn’t just taken over the room, she had erased me from it.
“Oh! Good. You’re back, Phoebe!” she chirped, barely glancing at me. “Be a sweetheart and move your stuff to the guest room, would you? There’s hardly any space in here with all my things.”
I just stared at her, still trying to understand how we got here.
Then Jake walked in, carrying her second suitcase like some hotel bellhop.
A shocked woman standing in a bedroom | Source: Midjourney
“Hey, Pheebs,” he said, like this was all completely normal. “Can you clear out of the room? Mom needs to rest. She’s had a long flight. You can set up in the guest room for the week. I’ll be in my office because you know my back can’t handle the guest room bed.”
There was my husband, talking to me like I was the intruder. Like I was someone he could just push around. Like my name wasn’t on the mortgage.
“I’m sorry, what?” I blinked. “You were saying?”
A man standing in a bedroom | Source: Midjourney
Jake sighed deeply. It was like I was being difficult.
“Come on, Phoebe, it’s not a big deal, babe.”
He set Doreen’s suitcase down at the foot of my bed and straightened up.
“Mom is used to better accommodations, and we want her to be comfortable. It’s only a week, Phoebe. You’ll survive the guest room.”
A suitcase in a bedroom | Source: Midjourney
I’d survive the guest room? I couldn’t believe that this was coming from Jake. Moments ago, he had complained about the bed in the guest room, and now I was supposed to go in there and sleep like everything was fine?
What about what I was used to? What about… me?
I turned back to Doreen. She had already settled onto my bed, propped up against my pillows, scrolling on her phone like a queen in her palace.
“Honestly, dear,” Doreen said, not even looking up from her phone. “It’s the least you could do. Family takes care of family, after all.”
An older woman sitting on a bed | Source: Midjourney
I felt something hot and bitter rise in my throat.
Family.
Funny how “family” only applies when I’m the one being inconvenienced.
“So let me get this straight,” I said. My voice came out calm, steady. “Your solution to having a guest in our home… was to move me out of my own bedroom?”
Jake rubbed the back of his neck.
A frowning woman | Source: Midjourney
“Well, when you put it like that…”
“I literally just walked in and found my clothes in a pile on the floor,” I cut in, my voice sharper now.
I turned to Doreen.
“Did it ever even cross your mind to just, oh, I don’t know, stay in the guest room? I had it set up for you, too.”
Doreen finally looked at me, her expression shifting into something condescending and sickly sweet.
“Oh, honey. The guest room is far too small for me, Phoebe. It’s perfectly fine for you, though.”
An upset woman | Source: Midjourney
“Oh, is it?” I laughed.
I actually laughed out loud.
Jake shot me a warning look.
“Phoebe, let’s not make this a thing. Please.”
I looked at my husband. Like, I really looked at him.
A man standing in a bedroom | Source: Midjourney
The way he wouldn’t quite meet my eyes. The way he stood there, not on my side. The way he had known this was happening and didn’t think I deserved a conversation about it.
My chest felt tight.
This wasn’t just about the bed. It wasn’t even about the room. It was about respect and me realizing that I didn’t have any from them.
And suddenly?
A woman standing in a bedroom | Source: Midjourney
I was done.
I didn’t yell. I didn’t argue. I just smiled.
Then, I walked to the guest room. Jake thought I was moving into the guest room?
Oh, I was moving, all right.
I grabbed a suitcase and packed a few essentials. I took some clothes, my toiletries, and my laptop. Then, I wrote a very special note and left it on the guest room nightstand.
A gray suitcase in a bedroom | Source: Midjourney
Since you two clearly have everything under control at home, I’ll leave you to it. Enjoy your week together. I’ll be back when the house feels like mine again.
Best of luck!
Then, I picked up my purse, turned my phone on silent, and walked out of the front door.
A note on a nightstand | Source: Midjourney
I didn’t go to my sister’s. I didn’t go to a friend’s.
Nah. There was no need for any of that.
Instead, I checked myself into a luxury hotel across town. I made sure that there was a spa, room service, and a king-sized bed that no one could try to steal out from under me.
And because life is all about balance, I booked it all on Jake’s credit card.
The interior of a hotel | Source: Midjourney
The steam curled around me, thick and warm, as I sank deeper into the plush chair of the relaxation lounge. Somewhere in the background, soft instrumental music played.
It was the kind of music that was designed to melt stress away.
“Your water, ma’am,” a soft voice said to my side. “It’s cucumber and lemon infused.”
I had been in the spa for hours. Wrapped in a robe. Slippers on my feet. And nothing but peace around me.
And yet?
A glass of lemon and cucumber water | Source: Midjourney
I couldn’t relax.
The whole point of this, leaving my home and checking into a hotel, was to enjoy myself. To wash the situation off me like a bad dream.
But instead, I sat thinking about it all and how it had unfolded.
I exhaled slowly, staring down at my hands.
Why did it hurt so much?
A woman sitting in a spa | Source: Midjourney
It wasn’t just about my bedroom or about Doreen. It was about Jake.
It was about the way he had looked at me when I walked into that room. Like I was being unreasonable. Like I was the one making things difficult.
He had asked me to move like it was a favor. Like I wasn’t his wife, who deserved the same care and attention that his mother had received.
A close up of a man | Source: Midjourney
I swallowed hard, pressing my fingertips against my temples.
For years, I had been accommodating. For years, I had let Doreen’s little jabs and subtle insults roll off my back. For years, I had told myself that “she didn’t mean it like that. Don’t make a big deal about it.”
And now?
Now she had tossed my clothes on the floor and made herself at home in my bedroom.
And Jake had let her!
I squeezed my eyes shut.
A woman at a spa | Source: Midjourney
I married Jake because I thought he saw me. Because I thought he valued me. But today had proved something I didn’t want to admit.
I was an afterthought in Jake’s life.
I clenched my jaw and sat up straighter.
No.
I wasn’t going to sit here drowning in this. I wasn’t going to let this spiral into something that ate me alive.
A determined woman | Source: Midjourney
I had left for a reason. And I had made my point. And if Jake wanted me back in that house, he was going to have to understand exactly why I left in the first place.
I took a slow sip of my water, letting the coolness settle in my chest.
For now?
I was going to finish my spa day.
But soon?
I was going to have a conversation Jake would never forget.
A woman having a spa treatment | Source: Midjourney
I walked through the front door of my house, dropped my bag onto the entryway table, and let the silence settle around me.
It smelled clean, like lemon-scented polish and fabric softener. Like someone had been desperately trying to make the house feel normal again.
Good.
A foyer | Source: Midjourney
I had only made it three steps into the living room before I saw him.
Jake was already waiting.
His arms were crossed, jaw tight. His dark circles told me that he hadn’t been sleeping well.
Good.
“Phoebe, you’re back,” he said, his voice unreadable.
A man sitting on a couch | Source: Midjourney
“I live here, Jake,” I said simply.
Something flickered in his expression, but he masked it quickly.
“Well, thanks for finally coming home.”
“Oh, I’m sorry,” I said. “Did my absence inconvenience you?”
“You didn’t have to leave.”
A woman standing in a living room | Source: Midjourney
I laughed.
“I didn’t?” I gestured toward the bedroom. “Jake, you and your mother literally kicked me out of my own bed. You didn’t ask. You didn’t suggest. You told me.”
He sighed.
“I didn’t mean it like that.”
“Then how did you mean it?” I challenged. “Because from where I was standing, it looked a hell of a lot like you were telling me I didn’t belong in my own damn home.”
A smiling older woman | Source: Midjourney
Silence.
I could see my husband fighting with himself, wanting to defend his actions but also knowing I was right.
“I didn’t think it was a big deal,” he said finally.
I nodded slowly, absorbing the words. There it was.
“You didn’t think it was a big deal?” I repeated. “Of course, you didn’t. Because it wasn’t your bed being taken—you willingly gave it. Your clothes weren’t thrown to the floor, your cupboard was perfectly untouched…”
A man sitting on a couch | Source: Midjourney
He flinched.
“Jake, you stood there and watched while she erased me from our space. You just let it happen.”
“That’s not what I meant to do,” he said, his expression finally cracking under the pressure.
“But it’s what you did.”
He swallowed, looking down. And for the first time, I could see it. The weight of everything sinking in.
A woman standing in a living room | Source: Midjourney
“I thought I was keeping the peace,” he said.
We were both silent for a while.
“She left early, you know,” he said. “She said that she needed the cooking and cleaning to be done if she was going to be relaxed. She couldn’t handle the fact that she needed to do it.”
“I know,” I said. “I didn’t expect her to stick around long after I left. She just wanted to be waited on.”
A glum woman standing in a kitchen | Source: Midjourney
“She crossed a line in this house, Phoebe,” he said suddenly.
“Yeah, Jake,” I said, holding his gaze. “She did. And so did you.”
He looked down again, nodding slightly.
For the first time since I had walked in, I saw it. The realization.
Not just that he had messed up. But why.
An upset man | Source: Midjourney
When he finally met my eyes again, he looked exhausted.
“I hate that you felt like you had to leave,” he admitted.
“I hate that I wasn’t made to feel like I could stay,” I continued.
Silence.
I watched him for a moment, gauging the sincerity. He meant it.
A woman standing in a living room | Source: Midjourney
“Good.”
“I’ll order takeout,” he said after a pause.
“Fine with me, Jake,” I said.
Then I walked past him toward our bedroom, where my clothes were back in place. Where my things were neatly put away. And where, finally, I belonged again.
Indian takeout on a kitchen counter | Source: Midjourney
What would you have done?
This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.
The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.
A Father’s Weekend Camping Trip Becomes a Nightmare When His Son Disappears into the Dark Woods
Daniel hoped a weekend in the woods would help mend his strained relationship with his son, Caleb. But after a heated argument, Caleb storms off — and doesn’t return. As night falls, Daniel searches the dark forest, only to find footsteps that stop without a trace…
I hadn’t seen my son Caleb in over a month. Too long. But he and Megan lived in a different city now, way on the other side of the state.
A man driving a car | Source: Pexels
Each mile I drove toward my ex-wife’s house felt like another reminder of how far we’d drifted apart.
Years ago, weekend trips meant excited chatter and over-packed bags filled with his favorite action figure, too many snacks, and a flashlight he’d barely use.
Now, the silence stretched between us like a living thing.
A troubled man frowning | Source: Midjourney
The neighborhoods leading to Megan’s new place felt foreign, full of cookie-cutter houses, picket fences, and neat lawns. A far cry from our old place.
When I pulled into her driveway, my stomach knotted at the sight of Evan’s car. Of course, he was there. His sensible hybrid sat next to Megan’s SUV like it belonged there. Maybe it did now.
Megan answered the door, her expression carefully neutral. “Hi, Daniel. Caleb will be right down.”
My chest tightened at the sight of her. “Sure. Uh… how are you doing?”
A woman standing in an entrance hall | Source: Midjourney
Megan chewed her lower lip as though weighing her answer. Then Evan stepped into view, wiping flour from his hands with a dish towel.
“Hey! You must be Daniel. Nice to meet you. You want a cookie? The first batch just came out of the oven.”
He wasn’t particularly handsome or intimidating, just steady-looking. The kind of guy who remembered to buy milk and, apparently, baked cookies on a Saturday afternoon.
A smiling man wearing an apron | Source: Midjourney
He extended his hand, and I hesitated before shaking it. He was so friendly, but I resented him anyway.
“Oh, I’m sure Daniel wants to get going as soon as possible,” Megan cut in. She stepped away from the door, away from me, and called Caleb’s name.
When Caleb appeared, he was taller than I remembered. His shoulders were stiff, his expression guarded.
A sulky teen boy | Source: Midjourney
“Hey, Dad,” he mumbled, with no warmth in his voice.
Megan handed me his already-packed bag like she’d been counting the minutes until I’d leave.
“There’s extra socks in the side pocket,” she said. “And his allergy medicine, just in case.”
As if I didn’t remember my own son’s allergies.
“Thanks.” I took the bag. “I guess we’ll head out then.”
A person holding a backpack | Source: Pexels
Megan pulled Caleb into a hug and we headed to the car. As we drove away, I caught sight of Evan standing behind Megan in the rearview mirror, his hand resting on her lower back.
My jaw tightened. Part of me still couldn’t believe she’d moved on. Sure, the divorce was finalized months ago, and she’d moved Caleb across state chasing a job opportunity soon afterward, but… it felt like it had happened too fast.
I couldn’t help thinking we might’ve been able to fix things and be a family again if she could just sit still for five minutes with me.
A man glancing to one side | Source: Midjourney
The drive to the campsite was excruciating. Every attempt at conversation hit a wall.
“How’s school?”
“Fine.”
“And soccer?”
“Fine.”
“Your friends?”
“Fine.”
I watched him from the corner of my eye, this stranger wearing my son’s face. He’d grown so much in the past year. His jawline was sharper, losing its boyish softness. He had my nose, Megan’s eyes. When had he started looking so old?
Close up of a teen boy’s face | Source: Midjourney
“Okay then. Good to know everything’s fine.” I tried to keep my voice casual. “How’s, uh, things with Evan?”
Caleb tensed beside me. “He’s okay. He helps me with math.”
My stomach twisted, but I kept my tone even. “That’s good.”
He glanced at me like he could read every thought crossing my mind. “He’s not that bad.”
I forced a chuckle. “That’s a glowing review.”
“At least he’s there,” Caleb muttered, so quiet I almost missed it.
An emotional teen boy | Source: Midjourney
“You know I’m doing my best, bud. The distance, work… it would help if you spent more than a few minutes on the phone when I call, or answered my texts.”
He rolled his eyes at me and put in his earbuds. Conversation over. My fingers clenched on the steering wheel and I kept driving.
The road had turned to dirt miles ago, winding deeper into the forest, where the trees pressed closer with each mile. The air grew thick with the scent of earth and moss — it smelled ancient, like a place time forgot.
A dirt road through a forest | Source: Pexels
Shadows lengthened across the dashboard as the sun dipped lower. I pulled over near an overgrown path I’d scouted online. No fire rings. No facilities. Just raw wilderness.
“This is it?” Caleb asked, looking distinctly unimpressed.
“This is it. Real camping, like we used to do. You know, they say this is one of the oldest parts of the world?”
Caleb grunted. “We used to camp in state parks. With bathrooms.”
I ignored the jab and started unloading the car. The tent was new. I’d splurged on it for this trip. The old Coleman had gone to Megan in the divorce, along with most of our camping gear. Along with almost everything else.
Backpacks and camping supplies leaning against a car | Source: Pexels
While I set up camp, Caleb kicked at rocks with zero interest. The tent poles clicked together with satisfying snaps, muscle memory taking over despite the years since I’d last done this. I tried bringing up old family camping trips, hoping to spark some nostalgia.
“Remember that time we saw those baby raccoons? Must’ve been four, maybe five years ago?”
Caleb shrugged. “Sort of.”
“Your mom was so worried they’d get into the cooler, but you wanted to leave them hot dogs.”
“Yeah.”
A teen boy glaring at someone | Source: Midjourney
“You ever camp around here with your mom?” I hesitated. “With Evan?”
He shrugged again. “Nah. Some kids at school said people go missing out here, though. Like, forever missing.”
I chuckled. “Let me guess, Bigfoot snatches them?”
A smirk tugged at his mouth. “More like things that sound like people, but aren’t.” Then he waved it off. “I dunno. They’re just messing around.”
“Sounds about right. So, are you going to help me with this?”
A man pitching a tent | Source: Pexels
Caleb sighed and sulkily proceeded to be as ineffectually helpful as a 13-year-old could be. Eventually, the tent stood ready, a blue dome against the darkening sky.
“Here.” I tossed the sleeping bags at him. Instead of catching them, they hit him in the chest, one after the other.
“What the hell, Dad?” Caleb snapped.
“Hey, language!” I admonished him. “Lay out our sleeping bags and I’ll get the fire going.”
Caleb sniffed and muttered something that made me see red.
An emotional teen boy | Source: Midjourney
“…don’t care about me, just dragged me into the forest to boss me around.”
“What did you say?” I spun round to face him. “I brought you here so we could spend time together. Why are you acting like this?”
“You wouldn’t understand,” he mumbled.
“You could try,” I snapped back. “I’m your dad—”
He scoffed. “Yeah. When it’s convenient.”
That landed like a punch to the gut.
A man staring with wide eyes | Source: Midjourney
“You weren’t even around much before the divorce!” His voice rose. “You always had something more important to do. Now, suddenly, I matter?”
“That’s not fair,” I stammered. “I was working to provide—”
“Provide what? You weren’t there! Not for my games, not for school stuff, not for anything!” He kicked at the tent pole, making the whole structure shudder. “And now you buy some fancy tent and expect everything to be fine?”
An emotional teen boy yelling | Source: Midjourney
He shook his head, eyes bright with anger and hurt. “I don’t even know where I fit anymore. Mom has her new life with Evan. You have… whatever this is. Where am I supposed to be?”
Before I could respond, he turned and stormed into the trees.
I told myself to let him cool off. He’d come back. But as the sun dipped lower and shadows stretched longer, doubt crept in.
Sunlight shining through trees in a forest | Source: Pexels
The fire’s glow only reached so far. Beyond it, the woods stood in layers of black, the trees barely more than shadows against deeper dark. The silence felt wrong, like the forest was listening. Waiting.
“Caleb?” I stood at the edge of the woods, calling into the shadows. “Caleb!”
A beat of silence. Then my voice called back. “Caleb…”
I froze. Just an echo, I told myself. But it didn’t sound quite right. The inflection was wrong, like someone trying to mimic speech without understanding what the words meant.
A man staring into the forest | Source: Midjourney
I grabbed my flashlight and headed into the trees. The beam caught fragments of the forest: moss-covered trunks, tangles of ferns, the occasional flash of eyes low to the ground — probably just raccoons or deer.
I followed Caleb’s footprints until they abruptly stopped. No signs of turning back. No signs of where he went. I called for him again but heard only the weird echo of my voice.
The trees were old here, their branches weaving so tightly overhead that they swallowed the sky. The air felt heavy, pressing in from all sides.
A forest during twilight | Source: Pexels
No wind stirred the leaves. No birds called. Just the distant drip of water and the occasional creak of shifting wood.
Up ahead, a shape stood between the trees. Too tall. Unmoving.
My heart hammered. “Caleb?”
“Caleb,” my echo repeated. “Caleb?”
The flashlight flickered. The shape remained still, watching as I drew closer.
A man staring apprehensively in a forest | Source: Midjourney
It was just a twisted tree. Relief flooded me, but unease lingered.
Then I heard Caleb’s voice calling, and I ran toward it without thinking.
I nearly stepped right into the gully. It yawned open just past the tree line, a steep drop masked by fallen leaves and ferns.
My flashlight beam caught Caleb at the bottom, half-covered in dirt. His face was pale, eyes too wide.
“Dad, help!”
A teen boy calling out to someone | Source: Midjourney
I slid down without hesitation. The earth gave beneath my boots, sending me skidding. I landed hard, hands scraping against damp rock.
“Are you hurt?”
He shook his head, but his gaze flicked to the darkness beyond. “I’m okay, Dad, but… I don’t think we’re alone down here.“
My pulse spiked. “What do you mean?”
A frightened man speaking to someone | Source: Midjourney
“Something chased me in the woods. I heard… I heard you calling me, but it wasn’t you. All those stories the kids told me at school… I think they’re true.”
“Calm down. I was calling you. The echoes here are just… weird.”
The gully was deeper than I’d first thought. The walls stretched high, the trees above forming a jagged black crown against the night sky. Something moved nearby. I swung my flashlight around, and the beam landed on a shape a few yards away.
Caleb let out a shaky laugh.
“It’s just a deer.”
A deer in the forest | Source: Midjourney
The deer took a slow step forward, its legs moving in a way that didn’t quite look right. Each joint bent like a puppet being manipulated by inexpert hands.
“Dad…” Caleb frowned. “Look at how it’s moving. Maybe it’s injured?”
I lifted the flashlight slightly. The deer’s eyes did not reflect the light normally. Instead, they seemed to draw it in and devour it. An icy chill ran down my spine and my chest squeezed tight.
I kept my voice steady. “Come on. If it’s hurt, we shouldn’t be near it. Could have rabies. We need to get out of here.”
A terrified man in a forest | Source: Midjourney
He hesitated, then nodded.
We scrambled out of the gully. Neither of us looked back. The sound that followed us wasn’t hooves on leaves: it was the wet slap of something soft dragging itself across the ground.
We both broke into a run. The sound grew louder, faster, tearing through the underbrush behind us as we ran.
The campfire’s glow grew closer through the trees, but just as we glimpsed the site, Caleb yelled, “Dad!”
A man staring back fearfully | Source: Midjourney
I turned back. He was gripping his ankle and grimacing, and that sickly sound was drawing closer.
I threw Caleb over my shoulder and sprinted for the fire. I didn’t know what was dragging itself through the forest after us, but I felt certain that if I found out, it would be the last thing I did in this life.
We collapsed by the fire. I grabbed one of the logs I’d gathered and spun to face the trees, wielding it like a weapon.
A man holding a log facing a dark forest | Source: Midjourney
There was nothing there. Even the sound had stopped. I stood there a few more minutes, just to be certain it was safe, and then I put the log on the fire and crouched down beside Caleb.
Caleb had pulled his knees to his chest. He looked younger suddenly. Smaller. I started tending to his ankle, and neither of us spoke for a long time.
Finally, he muttered, “I didn’t mean what I said before.”
I shook my head as I rifled through the first aid kit. “Yeah, you did. And you were right.”
A first aid kit on a bag in a campsite | Source: Pexels
He sighed. “I just don’t know where I fit anymore. Everything’s different.”
My throat tightened. I exhaled, rubbing a hand over my face. “You fit here. With me. Even when things are messed up. Even when I mess up.”
He looked at me, doubtful. “Even if we don’t see each other much?”
“Even then. Look, I know I haven’t been… I haven’t been the dad you deserve. But I want to do better. I want to be here. Please, just… let me.”
A small, quiet understanding passed between us. He leaned slightly against my side and we stared into the campfire.
A campfire | Source: Pexels
“That thing in the woods,” he said after a while. “What do you think it was?”
“I… don’t know. A deer, a sick deer. But it looks like we’re safe here by the fire.”
We climbed into the tent soon afterward. Caleb drifted off first. I watched him sleep, feeling closer to my son than I had in a long time.
His features were softer in sleep, younger. I saw traces of the little boy who used to crawl into my lap during thunderstorms, who believed his dad could fix anything.
A teen boy sleeping | Source: Midjourney
Maybe things weren’t perfect, but this was a start. Tomorrow we’d head home, back to our complicated lives and shared custody schedules, but something had shifted tonight, some small repair in the fraying bonds between father and son.
Somewhere in the darkness beyond our fire, a deer barked.
This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.
The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.
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