“Sorry,” Anjali said as she opened the bag to fetch her mobile.
“It’s alright,” I said smiling. The moment had been there and had now been disturbed but how the caller was to know as to what had been building up. But whoever it was, he certainly had a sense for bad timing. Anjali looked at the screen of her mobile where the caller’s name or at least the number was flashing and then looking at me for a few seconds she hesitantly disconnected the call without picking up.
“Who was it?” I asked surprised that she hadn’t picked up the call. “Wasn’t any stalker right?” I said trying to joke.
“No-nothing,” she said again hesitating. “No one important.”
The call seemed to have almost shaken her up. She was hesitating and from the way she was talking she was a bit worried. I almost started thinking about a possible stalker. But then I remembered the look she had given me before she disconnected the call. The look almost seemed to say that she was hiding something from me, that whoever had called, she didn’t want me to know about it.
“Anjali,” I said remembering that look, “I know you don’t have to tell me who had called if you don’t want to but if something’s come up, then you know you can talk to me about it.”
“I know,” Anjali said slowly after a while. She still seemed hesitant to talk. What was it that had shaken her up so much? That she couldn’t share with me. There had hardly been anything that she hadn’t told me ever since we had become friends. Yet somehow, right now, she seemed to be trying to hide something deliberately from me.
“Alright,” Amjali said after a while as if she had finally decided on something. “Its better I tell you this rather than hide it from you. Because I don’t want to complicate things between us any further than they already are.”
I almost felt like her last sentence was a jibe at me. I tried to take that jibe in my stride and not interrupt her.
“The call,” she said, “was from Mohit.”
Immediately my head went into a tizzy? Mohit! Her ex-boyfriend Mohit? Or was she referring to some other Mohit? No, must be her ex-boyfriend Mohit? If it was that Mohit, why had he called now? After breaking her heart. And why on her birthday? Was it just for wishing her and trying the whole ‘lets be friend with your ex’ thing or was there something else. Was he repenting for what he had done. Had he realized that by letting go of Anjali he had committed the biggest mistake of his life? I bet he had. And if he had, then was he trying to get back with her? Was the pig headed, rascal, son of a bitch trying to steal my Anjali away from me now? Grrrrr…he was so going to die now.
“Mohit?” I finally managed to utter after what seemed like eons. “Your ex-boyfriend Mohit?”
“Yeah,” Anjali replied almost solemnly.
“Oh…ok,” I said still too stunned to react. “Why did he call?” I said a while later as I tried to recollect myself from the shock.
“He had called me earlier as well,” Anjlai replied. “Before you had come to the hostel.”
“Oh…ok,” I said again for the lack of words. After a while I gathered a little bit of courage and asked, “So has he called you earlier? I mean before tonight.”
Anjali looked as if she didn’t want to broach this topic any further. The hurt was visible in her eyes at the very mention of Mohit. “No,” she finally said.
“Oh…ok,” I said gulping down. A huge question still remained on my mind though. “So,” I began to say, my throat still dry, “why had he called?”
Anjali’s eyes spoke volumes. This wasn’t easy for her. It couldn’t be. I wished I could avoid this conversation. I wished I could stop talking about Mohit Bansal. I wished he had never entered her life at all and hurt her the way he did. But somehow I had to know. I had to know why he had called her.
“He…he,” she began to say and I was afraid that she would break down any moment. “He,” she said, “he wished me happy birthday.”
“Oh…ok,” I said again for I really didn’t know how to react. “And that’s it, right?” I asked almost hopefully.
Anjali didn’t say anything for a while. She kept quite as if recollecting that moment when his name had flashed across her mobile screen after so many months of wilderness, after so cruelly breaking her heart and almost destroying her. She seemed as if she was living that moment again when he had so cruelly broken up with her and left her all alone. Realizing how much pain this was causing her I kept my hand on hers to let her know that I was there for her if she needed me. “It’s alright,” I told her. “He can’t hurt you anymore.”
“But he does,” Anjali said breaking down as her tears dropped down on my hands. “Every time I try to forget him, he comes haunting back into my life and reprising those moments that I have tried so hard to forget. He had no right to call me. After what he had done, he had no right to contact me and hurt me again. But he did, Rahul. Just by calling, he hurt me again. I have tried so hard to not let him affect me anymore. But I failed. I can’t get over what he did. I can’t get over how he managed to so simply walk away from my life even without looking back. And after all this, when I have tried so hard to forget him, he calls me to remind me of what he had done all over again. He had no right to do that. He has no right to be a part of my life anymore. No right…no right,” the words slowed down as the tears almost reached a crescendo. She was sobbing now, the tears unstoppable as almost every memory that she had tried to escape from for so long came haunting back to her. Seeing her like that, I wondered how Mohit could ever do such a thing to a girl like this. My heart bled for her for seeing her hurt like that I felt a needle pinned in my heart. I got up from my chair, walked over to her and collected her in my arms. She hugged me and held on to me as if I was her life support. She continued to sob uncontrollably on my shoulders but I didn’t mind it at all. If crying was what she needed right now, then she could cry on my shoulder all night. I would there for her come what may.
“Sssshhhh,” I said trying to stop her from crying. “I know it’s not easy to get over from what you had gone through. And I know I can’t feel the hurt you did after he broke up with you, but I know you, Anjali Shah. And I know that Anjali Shah is the most remarkable girl I have ever met. I know that you may be able to hurt Anjali Shah but you will never be able to break her. You can never break her spirit for life. For the one thing that Anjali Shah has taught me is that come what may, that how much ever this world may seem to be against you, ultimately and at the end of the day, life is beautiful. For there’s a happy ending waiting in all our lives irrespective of how many trials we may have to go through. That one day we would all get our chance to walk into the sunset, holding the hand of the person we love and live happily ever after. And Anjali Shah, believe you me, there will be a happy ending in your life. There will be someone who will realize how lucky he would be to spend the rest of his life with you. If Mohit Bansal couldn’t realize that, then either he was blind or had peas for brains. But,” I said now looking at her, holding her face in my hands and wiping away her tears, “what you must remember Anjali Shah, is that the loss was his. Completely. And the only reason why he called you tonight was because he has finally realized just how much he had lost by letting go of you.”
Anjali looked me straight in the eye for a few seconds. She had stopped crying but the dry tears still formed near her eyes. “He said he wanted to meet me and talk to me again,” she said after a while.
“He told you why?” I asked.
“No,” she said shaking her head. “He just said he wants to meet me.”
“And what did you say?” I asked my heart in my throat again.
“What do you think I said?”
That if ever was a trick question. If I tried to joke then she might think I was insensitive about the thing that has hurt her the most. If I said that she would have answered in the affirmative and she had actually said no, then it would mean that I didn’t know her so well or I didn’t trust her. There was no straight answer to this question. None without implications anyways,
“I don’t know,” I finally replied.
“I told him never to call me again,” she replied. “That I didn’t want him to enter my life again
Atta girl Anjali,’ I thought to myself although I refrained from saying it. My heart almost jumped in joy as she said it. ‘In your face Mohit Bansal,’ I thought to myself.
“I guess that’s why he called again,” she said. “Trying to get me to talk to him again. But I am done being played around by him. I have given him enough chances to talk to me. You don’t know how long I waited for him Rahul. How long I waited for him to call me back, to tell me that he still loved me as I had then loved him but he… he never called back. He never looked back. Not even once. Even when we would just pass each other in the college, I would look at him with hopeful eyes but he would just continue looking straight as I he didn’t recognize me at all. I waited for him everyday to come back into my life and tell me that he can’t live without me for I couldn’t live without me then. But he broke me Rahul He completely broke me. He had almost changed me forever. He had turned me into a zombie who couldn’t feel anything. Who just stared into the open sky all day wondering why couldn’t she just die and end all the pain? But now I am done being that girl. And now he has no role to play in my life anymore. Never again.”
I looked at Anjali, her face carrying a forlorn expression of resentful hurt and quite determination. I wondered if I should speak something to make her feel better. But then I realized that it was she who needed to speak tonight. It wasn’t my time to speak. All I could do was listen and let her know that how much ever Mohit may have hurt her; I would never do the same. I would never hurt her like that. I would never leave her when she needed the most. In fact, I wouldn’t leave her at all. For if you let girls like Anjali walk out of your life, then you have no idea what you are losing out on. Love, happiness, ecstasy-all these facets of life could be attributed to only one person…Anjali. Sweet Anjali. Innocent Anjali. Beautiful Anjali. My Anjali.
As her head rested on my chest, looking for a place of comfort, I held her close to me trying to give her that solace of happiness that she so rightfully deserved. Slowly her tears dried out and then it was just her head resting on my chest and the world coming to a close around us. “Rahul?” she spoke after a little while.
“Yes,” I replied still holding on to her.
“Can you drop me back now?” she asked quietly.
I wanted her to stay a little while longer but I realized her need to be alone for some time and probably contemplate a few things. So without saying anything I let go of her and led her back to my bike. As I geared up the bike, she sat on the pillion seat and to my surprise still held on to me for support. I was so glad that she did for it showed that even in this time when she was so vulnerable, she trusted me more than she had perhaps trusted anybody else.
I kissed her on the forehead and said, “Good night Anjali. And take care of yourself.”
And those were the last words I spoke to her as I sat back on my bike and sped away to my hostel.
“Wow! You gotta hand it to Mohit though. He knows when to make an entry,” Virat chipped as we sat in CCD discussing the new twist in the story.
“Re-entry,” I corrected him.
“Well, yeah-technically,” Virat said. “Re entry in Anjali’s life but it’s his entrance in your story.”
“Whatever,” I said brushing him away and taking a sip of the peach ice tea. “That’s not the issue here.”
“You think she will ever go back to Mohit?” Sheetal piped in with a thoughtful expression on her face.
“If that happens sweet heart,” Virat answered, “then Sheetal has to be the dumbest girl in the world.”
“And that’s why I never understand why I started dating you in the first place,” Sheetal said angrily.
“Huh? Whatever has this got to do with us dating,” Virat said looking hurt.
“Never mind,” Sheetal said and once again Virat was ignored.
“Wait…what do you mean by that?” I asked Sheetal.
“She’s a girl Rahul,” Sheetal said. “And I know Mohit hurt her pretty bad but the one fact that you can’t deny is that she did love him-however long ago that may seem to be.”
“But she loved him,” I said emphasizing on the past tense. “Now he’s nothing to her.. who broke her heart.”
Sheetal looked at me silently for a while before answering, “He broke her heart only because she loved him.”
“So you are saying that there’s a possibility he could come back into her life?” I asked my heart getting wrenched by the very thought of it.
“However bleak the chances may be, but yes,” Sheetal said. “There’s a chance that if he has reformed himself then he could reprise those feelings back in her.”
Virat looked from me to Sheetal in complete bewilderment. “Jesus!” he exclaimed after a while. “I thought Anjali was in love with Rahul now. Hasn’t been that established already?”
“Yeah, it has,” Sheetal said looking straight at me while I looked for a place to hide myself in. “But Anjali is not in a relationship with Rahul. Never has been. But Mohit and her had dated for a whole year. That speaks a lot.”
“But he hurt her,” I said trying to make some sense out of all this.
“So did you,” Sheetal replied simply.
“It isn’t the same thing,” I answered in self-defense.
“Maybe not,” she answered. “But then that works against you. You haven’t even been in a relationship with her and already hurt her. So it’s not like you are on solid ground either.”
“Wow!” Virat chipped in again. “Ain’t girls confusing or what?”
“Wow! You gotta hand it to Mohit though. He knows when to make an entry,” Virat chipped as we sat in CCD discussing the new twist in the story.
“Re-entry,” I corrected him.
“Well, yeah-technically,” Virat said. “Re entry in Anjali’s life but it’s his entrance in your story.”
“Whatever,” I said brushing him away and taking a sip of the peach ice tea. “That’s not the issue here.”
“You think she will ever go back to Mohit?” Sheetal piped in with a thoughtful expression on her face.
“If that happens sweet heart,” Virat answered, “then Sheetal has to be the dumbest girl in the world.”
“And that’s why I never understand why I started dating you in the first place,” Sheetal said angrily.
“Huh? Whatever has this got to do with us dating,” Virat said looking hurt.
“Never mind,” Sheetal said and once again Virat was ignored.
“Wait…what do you mean by that?” I asked Sheetal.
“She’s a girl Rahul,” Sheetal said. “And I know Mohit hurt her pretty bad but the one fact that you can’t deny is that she did love him-however long ago that may seem to be.”
“But she loved him,” I said emphasizing on the past tense. “Now he’s nothing to her but that dirty son of a bitch who broke her heart.”
Sheetal looked at me silently for a while before answering, “He broke her heart only because she loved him.”
“So you are saying that there’s a possibility he could come back into her life?” I asked my heart getting wrenched by the very thought of it.
“They are confusing only because your emotional range is comparable to that of a robot,” Sheetal said sarcastically.
“Oh come on!” Virat said. “I have no idea what logic you are applying to Anjali getting back with Mohit. I mean the guy’s a jerk. That’s a proven fact. He dumped her mercilessly and broke her heart into a million pieces. Rahul comes into her life and she starts smiling again. He does everything to make her happy including doing his own bit of reforming,” Virat said nodding towards me. I raised my iced tea in mock cheers. “So the case looks simple to me. She tells Mohit to get lost and lives happily ever after with Rahul. This whole ‘she loved him once upon a time’ thing is just crazy talk.”
“And then you wonder why girls tend to ignore you,” Sheetal spoke again sarcastically.
“Ok people,” I said interrupting the lovey dovey couple, “if are done with your theories can we get back to reality?”
“Wow!” Virat exclaimed once again. “That is one rousing speech. That should be the climax of a hindi film.”
“Shut up,” Sheetal said as she looked at me for a reaction.
“I guess you are right,” I said as I grabbed my bike keys and headed for the door.
“Where you going?” Virat asked in complete surprise.
“Love is in the air Virat, love is in the air,” I winked at Virat as I headed toards my bike.
“Oh poor guy!” I heard Virat say. “And thus another one bites the dust. Ah well-I at least get the peach ice tea."
“It’s alright,” I said smiling. The moment had been there and had now been disturbed but how the caller was to know as to what had been building up. But whoever it was, he certainly had a sense for bad timing. Anjali looked at the screen of her mobile where the caller’s name or at least the number was flashing and then looking at me for a few seconds she hesitantly disconnected the call without picking up.
“Who was it?” I asked surprised that she hadn’t picked up the call. “Wasn’t any stalker right?” I said trying to joke.
“No-nothing,” she said again hesitating. “No one important.”
The call seemed to have almost shaken her up. She was hesitating and from the way she was talking she was a bit worried. I almost started thinking about a possible stalker. But then I remembered the look she had given me before she disconnected the call. The look almost seemed to say that she was hiding something from me, that whoever had called, she didn’t want me to know about it.
“Anjali,” I said remembering that look, “I know you don’t have to tell me who had called if you don’t want to but if something’s come up, then you know you can talk to me about it.”
“Alright,” Amjali said after a while as if she had finally decided on something. “Its better I tell you this rather than hide it from you. Because I don’t want to complicate things between us any further than they already are.”
I almost felt like her last sentence was a jibe at me. I tried to take that jibe in my stride and not interrupt her.
“The call,” she said, “was from Mohit.”
Immediately my head went into a tizzy? Mohit! Her ex-boyfriend Mohit? Or was she referring to some other Mohit? No, must be her ex-boyfriend Mohit? If it was that Mohit, why had he called now? After breaking her heart. And why on her birthday? Was it just for wishing her and trying the whole ‘lets be friend with your ex’ thing or was there something else. Was he repenting for what he had done. Had he realized that by letting go of Anjali he had committed the biggest mistake of his life? I bet he had. And if he had, then was he trying to get back with her? Was the pig headed, rascal, son of a bitch trying to steal my Anjali away from me now? Grrrrr…he was so going to die now.
“Mohit?” I finally managed to utter after what seemed like eons. “Your ex-boyfriend Mohit?”
“Yeah,” Anjali replied almost solemnly.
“Oh…ok,” I said still too stunned to react. “Why did he call?” I said a while later as I tried to recollect myself from the shock.
“He had called me earlier as well,” Anjlai replied. “Before you had come to the hostel.”
“Oh…ok,” I said again for the lack of words. After a while I gathered a little bit of courage and asked, “So has he called you earlier? I mean before tonight.”
Anjali looked as if she didn’t want to broach this topic any further. The hurt was visible in her eyes at the very mention of Mohit. “No,” she finally said.
“Oh…ok,” I said gulping down. A huge question still remained on my mind though. “So,” I began to say, my throat still dry, “why had he called?”
Anjali’s eyes spoke volumes. This wasn’t easy for her. It couldn’t be. I wished I could avoid this conversation. I wished I could stop talking about Mohit Bansal. I wished he had never entered her life at all and hurt her the way he did. But somehow I had to know. I had to know why he had called her.
“He…he,” she began to say and I was afraid that she would break down any moment. “He,” she said, “he wished me happy birthday.”
“Oh…ok,” I said again for I really didn’t know how to react. “And that’s it, right?” I asked almost hopefully.
Anjali didn’t say anything for a while. She kept quite as if recollecting that moment when his name had flashed across her mobile screen after so many months of wilderness, after so cruelly breaking her heart and almost destroying her. She seemed as if she was living that moment again when he had so cruelly broken up with her and left her all alone. Realizing how much pain this was causing her I kept my hand on hers to let her know that I was there for her if she needed me. “It’s alright,” I told her. “He can’t hurt you anymore.”
Anjali looked me straight in the eye for a few seconds. She had stopped crying but the dry tears still formed near her eyes. “He said he wanted to meet me and talk to me again,” she said after a while.
“He told you why?” I asked.
“No,” she said shaking her head. “He just said he wants to meet me.”
“And what did you say?” I asked my heart in my throat again.
“What do you think I said?”
That if ever was a trick question. If I tried to joke then she might think I was insensitive about the thing that has hurt her the most. If I said that she would have answered in the affirmative and she had actually said no, then it would mean that I didn’t know her so well or I didn’t trust her. There was no straight answer to this question. None without implications anyways,
“I don’t know,” I finally replied.
“I told him never to call me again,” she replied. “That I didn’t want him to enter my life again
“I guess that’s why he called again,” she said. “Trying to get me to talk to him again. But I am done being played around by him. I have given him enough chances to talk to me. You don’t know how long I waited for him Rahul. How long I waited for him to call me back, to tell me that he still loved me as I had then loved him but he… he never called back. He never looked back. Not even once. Even when we would just pass each other in the college, I would look at him with hopeful eyes but he would just continue looking straight as I he didn’t recognize me at all. I waited for him everyday to come back into my life and tell me that he can’t live without me for I couldn’t live without me then. But he broke me Rahul He completely broke me. He had almost changed me forever. He had turned me into a zombie who couldn’t feel anything. Who just stared into the open sky all day wondering why couldn’t she just die and end all the pain? But now I am done being that girl. And now he has no role to play in my life anymore. Never again.”
I looked at Anjali, her face carrying a forlorn expression of resentful hurt and quite determination. I wondered if I should speak something to make her feel better. But then I realized that it was she who needed to speak tonight. It wasn’t my time to speak. All I could do was listen and let her know that how much ever Mohit may have hurt her; I would never do the same. I would never hurt her like that. I would never leave her when she needed the most. In fact, I wouldn’t leave her at all. For if you let girls like Anjali walk out of your life, then you have no idea what you are losing out on. Love, happiness, ecstasy-all these facets of life could be attributed to only one person…Anjali. Sweet Anjali. Innocent Anjali. Beautiful Anjali. My Anjali.
“Yes,” I replied still holding on to her.
“Can you drop me back now?” she asked quietly.
I wanted her to stay a little while longer but I realized her need to be alone for some time and probably contemplate a few things. So without saying anything I let go of her and led her back to my bike. As I geared up the bike, she sat on the pillion seat and to my surprise still held on to me for support. I was so glad that she did for it showed that even in this time when she was so vulnerable, she trusted me more than she had perhaps trusted anybody else.
And those were the last words I spoke to her as I sat back on my bike and sped away to my hostel.
“Re-entry,” I corrected him.
“Well, yeah-technically,” Virat said. “Re entry in Anjali’s life but it’s his entrance in your story.”
“Whatever,” I said brushing him away and taking a sip of the peach ice tea. “That’s not the issue here.”
“You think she will ever go back to Mohit?” Sheetal piped in with a thoughtful expression on her face.
“If that happens sweet heart,” Virat answered, “then Sheetal has to be the dumbest girl in the world.”
“And that’s why I never understand why I started dating you in the first place,” Sheetal said angrily.
“Never mind,” Sheetal said and once again Virat was ignored.
“Wait…what do you mean by that?” I asked Sheetal.
“She’s a girl Rahul,” Sheetal said. “And I know Mohit hurt her pretty bad but the one fact that you can’t deny is that she did love him-however long ago that may seem to be.”
“But she loved him,” I said emphasizing on the past tense. “Now he’s nothing to her.. who broke her heart.”
Sheetal looked at me silently for a while before answering, “He broke her heart only because she loved him.”
“So you are saying that there’s a possibility he could come back into her life?” I asked my heart getting wrenched by the very thought of it.
Virat looked from me to Sheetal in complete bewilderment. “Jesus!” he exclaimed after a while. “I thought Anjali was in love with Rahul now. Hasn’t been that established already?”
“Yeah, it has,” Sheetal said looking straight at me while I looked for a place to hide myself in. “But Anjali is not in a relationship with Rahul. Never has been. But Mohit and her had dated for a whole year. That speaks a lot.”
“But he hurt her,” I said trying to make some sense out of all this.
“So did you,” Sheetal replied simply.
“It isn’t the same thing,” I answered in self-defense.
“Maybe not,” she answered. “But then that works against you. You haven’t even been in a relationship with her and already hurt her. So it’s not like you are on solid ground either.”
“Wow!” Virat chipped in again. “Ain’t girls confusing or what?”
“Wow! You gotta hand it to Mohit though. He knows when to make an entry,” Virat chipped as we sat in CCD discussing the new twist in the story.
“Re-entry,” I corrected him.
“Well, yeah-technically,” Virat said. “Re entry in Anjali’s life but it’s his entrance in your story.”
“Whatever,” I said brushing him away and taking a sip of the peach ice tea. “That’s not the issue here.”
“You think she will ever go back to Mohit?” Sheetal piped in with a thoughtful expression on her face.
“If that happens sweet heart,” Virat answered, “then Sheetal has to be the dumbest girl in the world.”
“And that’s why I never understand why I started dating you in the first place,” Sheetal said angrily.
“Never mind,” Sheetal said and once again Virat was ignored.
“Wait…what do you mean by that?” I asked Sheetal.
“She’s a girl Rahul,” Sheetal said. “And I know Mohit hurt her pretty bad but the one fact that you can’t deny is that she did love him-however long ago that may seem to be.”
“But she loved him,” I said emphasizing on the past tense. “Now he’s nothing to her but that dirty son of a bitch who broke her heart.”
Sheetal looked at me silently for a while before answering, “He broke her heart only because she loved him.”
“So you are saying that there’s a possibility he could come back into her life?” I asked my heart getting wrenched by the very thought of it.
“Oh come on!” Virat said. “I have no idea what logic you are applying to Anjali getting back with Mohit. I mean the guy’s a jerk. That’s a proven fact. He dumped her mercilessly and broke her heart into a million pieces. Rahul comes into her life and she starts smiling again. He does everything to make her happy including doing his own bit of reforming,” Virat said nodding towards me. I raised my iced tea in mock cheers. “So the case looks simple to me. She tells Mohit to get lost and lives happily ever after with Rahul. This whole ‘she loved him once upon a time’ thing is just crazy talk.”
“And then you wonder why girls tend to ignore you,” Sheetal spoke again sarcastically.
“Ok people,” I said interrupting the lovey dovey couple, “if are done with your theories can we get back to reality?”
“Look, Rahul,” Sheetal said giving a stern look to Virat. “Don’t confuse things any further than they already are. I am pretty sure Anjali’s going through a bit of an emotional hell right now. The guy she loves just doesn’t want to admit that he loves her too and the guy she loved once upon a time is probably looking for a second chance. So right now she’s blaming you as much as she is Mohit for the state she is in right now. And if you continue to play the ‘best friend’ role in her life while doing everything that a boyfriend actually does, she’s just going to go deeper into a shell and probably not come out of it again so easily. Tell her that you love her. Don’t wait for some perfect moment. Or else it might be too late. What she needs right now is stability. Support that a boy who loves her can give her and not who is her best friend.”
“Wow!” Virat exclaimed once again. “That is one rousing speech. That should be the climax of a hindi film.”
“Shut up,” Sheetal said as she looked at me for a reaction.
“I guess you are right,” I said as I grabbed my bike keys and headed for the door.
“Where you going?” Virat asked in complete surprise.
“Love is in the air Virat, love is in the air,” I winked at Virat as I headed toards my bike.
“Oh poor guy!” I heard Virat say. “And thus another one bites the dust. Ah well-I at least get the peach ice tea."
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