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Wishing Changes Everything	By : Declan Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > FemmeSlash - Female/Female > Buffy/Faith Views: 9748 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Bad Girls: Part 3 (Meant To Be)

Buffy came awake slowly, in that lethargic, unhurried way that she often did on a weekend. Hazily becoming aware of her surroundings, of the chirping of birds outside, the gently pressure of dappled sunlight on her eyelids, the rippling sound as the wind blew through the branches of nearby trees, and the quiet tinkling of next doors tacky wind chimes. Dimly Buffy realised that the window must be open.
Then she became aware of her body, the lazy, leaden tiredness in her limbs. The warm cosiness of soft sheets wrapped around her. And the mild soreness in her abs, arms and legs that made her smile at the recently made memories. She’d sometimes felt this way after a tough fight, but the slight aching and throbbing in some areas definitely added a new quality. Buffy groaned softly as she moved her thighs together and set off a gentle ripple of pleasurable signals throughout her body. She stretched luxuriantly and wondered if Faith was feeling anything similar.
Buffy reached out her arm and snuggled closer to the other side of the bed, only to find an empty space. She opened her eyes sleepily and frowned. No Faith, just unfilled warmth beneath the covers.
Buffy felt a twinge of uncertainty in her mind as she slowly sat up, confused. Her thoughts racing back to another time, another night of passion and another empty bed. Where was Faith? They’d fallen asleep snuggled close together, having said...important stuff to each other. Why would Faith run off like that?
‘Maybe after saying that she loved me she panicked, got all defensive and...’
Buffy suddenly heard movement out in the corridor, and a light knock on the door.
“Buffy? Are you up yet?” It was her Mom.
Stricken, Buffy scrambled to look around for her and Faith’s clothes, but saw only her own, flung about in a haphazard manner.
“Just a sec.” Buffy croaked out, her voice sounding a little hoarse so early in the morning.
But too late because her Mom had already opened the door and stuck her head round, her face puzzled. “Buffy, it’s almost ten o’clock and you’re still in bed. Are you feeling okay?” She managed to make her question sound half admonishing and half concerned.
Buffy tried to seem as innocent as possible, whilst frantically trying to remember where she’d last put the vibrator. “Um...late night. With fighting! Uh, it was a vampire nest, very intense. I’ll bet Faith isn’t even up yet.”
Her Mom frowned. “Faith?”
And for one horrible moment Buffy briefly thought that she’d just had a really long, really involved dream and that maybe her Mom had just come home now that the Graduation panic was over.
But her Mom just shook her head. “Oh, well, I’m only just in but I think I heard her in the shower a few minutes ago, she’s up already.”
Then, to Buffy’s horror, she entered the room, frowning slightly, “Honey, you shouldn’t leave the window open like that all night, it’s bad for...” She trailed off, her frown deepening, “And what is that smell?”
‘Oh, God...this is a nightmare... a horrible nightmare and I’m still asleep, otherwise the Hellmouth will just have to open up under me and swallow me now before...’
Then Buffy heard Faith’s voice out in the corridor. “Don’t worry, Mrs. S. ’S my fault.” Buffy’s Mom turned and stepped back out into the hallway.
Buffy was out of bed in an instant; still half wrapped up in bed sheets she quickly closed the window. She wrinkled her nose at the smell; the air was filled with some strong flowery perfume scent, like one of the ones Mom usually wore. Sweeping her eyes across the floor she saw the discarded vibe, clearly visible, on the floor next to the bedside table.
With a quick flick of her foot she kicked it under the bed as her Mom came back in. “...if that’s the worst you girls get up when I’m not around to then I’ll count my blessings.” She turned to smile at Buffy, “I remember when every chance you got you’d always secretly be trying on all my clothes and shoes, back when you were little. Now look at you, all grown up.” She tilted her head and gave Buffy a fond look before speaking up so Faith would hear her, “If you girls are interested, how about I make waffles. A big Saturday brunch?”
“Count me in.” Faith called out, sounded like her mouth was full, probably cleaning her teeth.
Buffy smiled, partly with relief. “Sure...that sounds great. I could go for some serious starch right about now.”
Her Mom returned the smile. “Better get your skates on then.” She gestured to Buffy’s ice-skates that were hanging up on her wardrobe. Smiling at her private joke she left the room and Buffy flopped down on the bed, sagging with relief. That had been way too close.
A few moments later Faith walked in, hair damp and skin still ruddy from the shower, clad in her cut-offs and white t-shirt. She gave Buffy a mischievous, dimpled grin. “I’m thinkin’ I should get big thanks for pulling off my brilliant cover up in about thirty seconds flat.”
Buffy gave her a bemused smile. “Huh?”
Faith walked closer as she ticked off things with her fingers. “Heard your Mom pull up outside the house, so I jumped outta bed, opened the window, picked up all my clothes and tossed ‘em in my room. Then I went and grabbed somethin’ stinky from your Mom’s room to cover up the smell. Otherwise she might’ve twigged to us doing the nasty.” She stopped in front of Buffy and reached out to brush some stray hair away from her face.
“Sounds like you were very busy.”Buffy replied shyly, “I –I, um, woke up and you weren’t here.”
“Well I had to hop in the shower to get all squeaky clean.” Faith said with a smirk, “Last night I kinda got a little sticky, so...”
Buffy blushed despite herself. “Yeah, I was so beat from, uh, all the ‘nasty’ I probably would’ve slept right on through. So thanks for the save...”
Faith leaned forward and put a knee on the side of the bed next to Buffy. “Only reason I was awake is cuz I was watching you sleeping. You’re cute.”
Even as she touched at her bed hair self-consciously Buffy felt her heart skip slightly. “Oh, yeah, all sweaty and mussed. If you think this is attractive you should see me with stomach flu.”
Faith tilted Buffy’s head up slightly and leaned down to press her mouth against her. Faith tasted strongly of peppermint, her cool breath mixing with Buffy’s as her tongue slipping between Buffy’s lips to gently probe her mouth.
Slightly hesitantly Buffy wrapped her arms around Faith’s waist, hands sliding over her hips to the small of her back, fingers playing over thin cotton material and the firmness of the muscles beneath.
Faith broke the kiss, her own hands still stoking Buffy’s hair. “You taste nice, y’know.”
Buffy managed a playful sceptic look. “Really? ‘Cause most people don’t go in for morning breath.”
Faith’s smile broadened into a sly grin. “Wasn’t talkin ‘bout your mouth.”
Buffy frowned. “Then what..?” Oh!” Buffy was pretty sure she had turned scarlet.
Faith snorted out a laugh and sat down on the bed next to her. “’S a compliment, B.”
Still embarrassed Buffy murmured. “You just like messing with me.”
“I do like seein’ ya squirm. Think I proved that last night.” Faith said lightly but then looked at Buffy a little awkwardly, “You’re still okay, right? With what happened. With us...”
“Yes.” Buffy replied quickly, “Very, definitely yes. Last night was just... amazing for me.” She paused before asking softly, “What about you?”
Faith grinned at her. “Oh, yeah. You’ve got some skill. Bit shy gettin’ goin’, its part o’ your charm, but...think you’re a natural. You... were perfect.” She shook her head slightly at Buffy’s shyness, “And I guess I don’t need t’ask if I was any good. Still got me a bite mark on my thigh from last night.”
Buffy tried to defend herself. “That was your fault.” She hissed in discomfort, “How was I supposed to react when you put your tongue...” She didn’t finish.
Faith’s smile became knowing. “Didn’t hear you complaining, not over all that loud moanin’ anyways. Besides, you’ve got a cute butt, couldn’t resist.”
Buffy bit her lip shyly at the compliment. “I was just...surprised, y’know. The shock of the new and all.”
“Was a good night for it.” Then Faith shrugged expansively. “Still, if y’don’t want me doin’ it again...”
“I didn’t say that.” Buffy said a little hurriedly, “Just, um, maybe ask next time, okay?”
“Fine. Buffy.” Faith said looking deep into her eyes, her voice soft and tender, “Next time we’re in bed... would it be cool if I flip you over and kiss your...”
“Buffy?” Buffy heard her Mom call out, “The fridge is still full. What did you girls eat last night?”
Faith almost burst out laughing at that and it was all Buffy could do to silence her giggling. She ended up hitting the dark haired girl over the head with a pillow. “Uh, Mom we just decided to eat out...” More muffled sniggers, “I mean, uh, on the way home, I’m sorry, we didn’t know you’d buy stuff...” To Faith, “Shut up!” She hissed. Then she called out. “We’ll be down soon!”
Faith calmed herself after a minute as she lay back on the bed, grinning happily. “Hell of a start to the day.”
Buffy had to agree.

*~~*

It was around one o’clock by the time they’d finished the breakfast brunch feast, where Buffy had consumed a truly astonishing amount of food, she told Mom she had to head over to Giles to report on last nights patrol. Faith had walked out to the front porch with her and given her a quick kiss goodbye.
“Sure you don’t want me to come with?” Buffy just shook her head. Faith gave her a lingering look, “Then hurry back, ‘kay.”
Buffy gave her a big smile. “Sure. But tonight will be a bit more fight-y and less...action, clear?”
Faith smirked and leaned back against the porch. “I can wait till Sunday. I’m all about willpower, B.”
With a last wave Buffy set off for school, trying not to skip or anything goofy like that, though she did notice a bounce in her step as she walked down Main Street.
Buffy tried to focus her thoughts on upcoming events, tonight they had to fight Balthazar and his goons, keep Giles and Wesley from being taken hostage, grab and keep Deputy Mayor Finch safe. Then find out what he knows about the Mayors plans before acting on them. Buffy didn’t like to dwell on the fact that the last time she’d visited the town hall she’d tipped her hand and got her ass kicked all at the same time, quite an achievement.
That probably meant that the Mayor knew that Buffy might know something about his plots. But who knows.
So far there hadn’t been any differences, but maybe that would change. Maybe Finch wouldn’t show himself, unable to slip away from the Mayor, or maybe Trick would be waiting for them in the alley with a whole gang of vamps. Or maybe the Mayor would give Balthazar some kind of heads up somehow.
Urgh, so many options, so many things that could go wrong now that everything was perfect. Buffy sighed to herself; she just had to be wary, and not get ahead of herself. And not let Faith stab anybody, that last part was key...
Buffy stopped, the hairs on the back of her neck bristling slightly, like she was being watched. She frowned and turned to look back down the street where she’d come. Watching townsfolk go about there business. She almost dismissed her jumpiness before she saw a figure, standing on the street corner about thirty feet away, turned in her direction.
Not a typical Sunnydale resident, the figure was dressed in a hooded cloak, black and ragged, that covered him from head to foot, leaving the face in darkness. Not a Californian designer label to be sure, more like something out of a swords and sorcery flick.
The figure, seemingly unnoticed to anybody walking near it, slowly raised an arm in Buffy’s direction and pointed at her, or maybe somebody near her. Maybe he was just giving a passerby some directions. Evil directions. She noticed that the finger pointing her way was old and gnarled. Gross.
And just as she was getting uneasy the figure vanished, a woman wearing a painfully loud bit of knitwear moved in front of Buffy’s vision and the cloaked man was gone. It was possible he could’ve ducked back round the corner out of sight, but still. Spooky.
After a moment’s hesitation Buffy turned and continued walking to school, the bounce gone from her step, but she shook off the sense of unease that had settled around her. Today was gonna be a good day.

*~~*

“Good morning, Giles.” Buffy said happily as she entered the library. Apart from a couple of long-suffering teachers condemned to work on the weekend the school was pretty much dead, Giles and she were alone.
Giles looked up from the desk, looking a little haggard. He smiled distractedly. “Uh, hello Buffy. Are you well?”
Buffy looked around expectantly. “That depends, is Wesley around?”
“He has yet to make an appearance, but I’m sure he’ll show himself. Unfortunately.” He closed the book in front of him as he rubbed his eyes, “You could have warned me about him you know.”
“And deprive you of the singular experience of that first meeting? What am I a monster?” Buffy smirked and headed over to sit down, “Speaking of, we have a Balthazar sighting. Not as elusive as the whales he’s trying so hard to be like.”
“I see.” Giles nodded in understanding. “Did you and Faith attempt to engage in any way?”
Buffy blinked, startled. “Engage in..? Oh! No, just strictly recon. Angel gave me a tip-off and we went to investigate. No weapons though, so we’ll head back there tonight.” Buffy pondered for a moment, “It might be better if you and Wesley get gone until we do though. Last time around you both got taken hostage at sword-point.”
“Oh, wonderful. After being battered into unconsciousness no doubt.” Giles remarked dryly.
“Actually no, you were very stabby, with the swords and everything. But still, best not to risk it again.”Buffy remembered something, “Ooh, you can check out the hall of records, scope out the history of the Mayor and get everybody on the same page, y’know. The ‘he’s an evil mastermind’ page.”
“Hmn, I suppose I could contact Willow and Xander and ask for their co-operation in the matter. Anything to mitigate Wesley’s presence.” Giles looked at Buffy searchingly, “And what about...ah, have you had any more, well, episodes?”
“Episodes? Oh, no, actually, I’m very much enjoying the lack of vertigo. So maybe it was some weird virus? Or a lame spell.”She stopped and looked at Giles, “What’s up? You have your thinking face on.”
Giles sighed. “This book I was sent is...somewhat troubling? The text about the Djinn.”
Buffy swallowed. “Uh, in what way?”
“Well, there are passages...whole pages actually, that are missing, lots of them in fact. Vital information... well, it would seem like some chapters have been deliberately vandalised, as if it’s been edited.”
Buffy shrugged. “Did you talk to your buddy about his shoddy book-keeping skills?”
“Yes, and he maintains that was how it was given to him. And I do believe him...but I think he was hiding something else from me.”
“Like what?”
Giles shook his head. “I’m not sure. But I detect a deliberate hand in all of this.” He adjusted his glasses, “However, there is another avenue of investigation. A guest lecturer is visiting Sunnydale University, and he happens to be an expert on the medieval occult. I think with this journal and the copies of Æthelweard’s notes I might be able to garner a bit more information about the, ah, Djinn and its handy work.” He gave Buffy a comforting smile, “Not to worry. When it comes to investigating the Mayor I’m sure Wesley and your friends will be sufficient to the task.”
“What task would this be, Mr. Giles?” Wesley remarked pointedly as he entered, “It would be nice if myself and the loop became reacquainted.”
Buffy stood up and walked towards Wesley. “Well actually the loop says that Faith and me got a total eyeful of Balthazar last night. But that really wouldn’t emphasize the grossness of actually looking at him. Point being, Wes, he is very alive and very flabby. So unless we want to wait until he dies of shame, you’ll want him slain, right? That‘s where I come in.”
Wesley’s mouth opened and closed a couple of times as he took this in. “Balthazar is alive? But how...”
Buffy interrupted. “He has his vamp minions taking care of him. Y’know, with the whole protecting and the feeding and the, urgh, bathing their master.” Buffy shuddered slightly, “And that’s why they had a mad-on for his amulet. Plus, here’s something extra newsworthy. We overheard Balthazar mentioning the Mayor.”
Wesley raised his eyebrow as he digested this. “The Mayor? As in The Mayor of Sunnydale?”
“Uh-huh. Balthazar seemed to blame him for his current blobbyness.”Buffy looked to Giles, “They seem to have a connection.”
Giles spoke to Wesley. “Buffy and I have suspected that the Mayor of Sunnydale may have a darker side for some time now. This is just another conformation of that.”
Wesley bristled. “And why wasn’t I told about this sooner?”
Buffy rolled her eyes. “You’ve been in Sunnydale for two days now, Wes. This is as sooner as it gets. Besides, apart from hanging around in sewers and hiring vampires as night security this is the first solid lead on anything bad the Mayor might be plotting.” She walked over to him, “We’ll take out Balthazar, but I was thinking that somebody should take the gang and check out the Hall of Records, go to the source and dig up some dirt on the Mayor, his history. You up for that?”
Wesley straightened as he thought about it. “Good idea. Yes, the more information about the Mayor we can garner the better, and as to the reason why he would be fraternising with demons.” Wesley paused, “If this is Balthazar...Buffy, he was extremely dangerous in his prime, cruel, murderous and immensely strong.” Wesley walked over to one of his boxes and selected a book, “If I recall correctly he had the ability to, uh, draw things to him by sheer force of will. I would recommend keeping a distance, even in his weakened state; he might be able to...”
“I’ll keep it in mind.” Buffy said distractedly and turned to Giles, “And I’ll contact Angel and tell him to meet us at the warehouse. The three of us can handle Balthazar. It’s the Mayor I’m more worried about.”
Giles stood as he looked at his watch. “Well, good luck, Buffy. I have that, ah, errand to run. But I’ll see you later tonight when you report back.”
“Ring the others before you go. Get them onboard with helping Wesley, okay?” Satisfied that pretty much everybody would be out of danger Buffy quickly left the library. She could get in an hour of Faith time before prep work, dusk and patrolling sent them back to the warehouse.

*~~*

Buffy got home and was surprised to find Willow and Faith talking on the couch. Faith was already dressed for slaying, with leather pants, t-shirt and vest. “Oh! Hey, Willow, whatcha doing?”
Willow turned and smiled goofily at Buffy. “Hey there.”
Buffy saw that Faith was preoccupied with holding up a pouch to her nose and carefully smelling it, making funny faces as she did so.
Willow gestured at Faith as well as to the small black bag she was holding in her hand. “Here, got a surprise for you. To help with tonight’s slayage.”
Faith looked up and smiled at Buffy as she playfully twirled her little bag. “Look, B. My own bag o’ stinky magic herbs.”
“For your information that’s lavender you smell. And anyway, it’s a protection spell.” Willow said in her pretend snooty voice.
Buffy walked in and sat near them as Faith nodded, impressed. “Good deal. Thought witch-stuff would smell...”
Willow looked pleased with herself. “Stinky, right? I guess I could’ve added aloe or cinnamon instead to make it smell nicer. Give me time and I’ll be the first Wicca to do all my conjuring in pine-fresh scents.”
“Well, gotta say, Wicca smells way better than Church, usually that just made me wanna heave.” Faith tossed her bag to Buffy. “Here, take a whiff.”
Buffy caught it as Willow asked Faith. “Did you go to church a lot?”
Faith smirked good-naturedly. “My name’s ‘Faith’, Red. Once upon a time my Mom and Pop thought they were all religious, used t’take me when I was little. Didn’t last.” She shrugged, “Guess I lapsed too. Point was Father Joseph was always wicked eager with the incense. Like he was tryin’t a smoke us out or somethin’.”
Buffy spoke up. “This is really nice of you Will. Uh, thanks.”
Willow nodded. “I figure it would come in handy tonight. So what’s the plan?”
Buffy hesitated at Willow’s expectant look. “The plan?”
“With tonight’s slaying. Faith says that you guys could use the help.”Willow looked at Faith for confirmation. Buffy just raised her eyebrows at Faith.
The other slayer nodded at Buffy. “Tried to get hold of Xand, but his Mom said he’d left already. So it’s just gonna be the three of us.”
Buffy frowned at Faith, before giving Willow a concerned look. “Is that...Is that such a good idea? I mean, with you and the coming along with?” Having Willow along could complicate things. Dangerously.
Willow’s smile faltered a little. “But I’ve done this sort of thing before, like a million times. I can totally handle myself. Besides,” She held up one of the bags, “Minty fresh protection.”
Faith looked nonplussed. “Yeah, B, what’s the big? Red was there when the world was gonna end, vamps ain’t even in the same league.”Faith made a face as she nudged Willow, “But, just warn ya, there might be a couple of points where you might think about looking the other way. This demon’s guaranteed t’make ya wanna hurl.”
Willow smiled at that, before her gaze turned back to Buffy, eagerly wanting her consent.
Buffy stood up, getting a little agitated. “Look Will...Faith and I have got this. I mean, why risk your life if I don’t have to?”
“Because I’m your friend.”Willow said quietly, trying to hide her hurt.
Buffy looked at her. “Exactly. And with the big, hairy danger...I want you safe.”
“Yeah, so where’s safer than with two slayers, huh?” Faith spoke as she got up, “C’mon, we can’t turn down having a little mojo to back us up.” She turned to Willow. “Hey, why doncha go and fetch a few stakes from upstairs. Me and B’ll call Angel.”
Willow looked at Buffy, but when she didn’t object Willow bounded off the sofa and quickly went upstairs.
Faith watched her go before glancing at Buffy. “We got a problem that I don’t know about?”
Buffy frowned at the other girl. “I just, I don’t like putting my friends in danger unless I have to. You seem pretty blasé about it.”
“Willow’s my friend too, B. And, like it or not, it’s not always up to you.” Faith shook her head, “Willow knows the risks, and she’s careful, y’know, smart. Lot smarter than us at any rate. No reason to bench her.”
Buffy shrugged helplessly. “But I’m the slayer, Faith. It should be my call.”
“Yeah, well I’m a slayer too, ‘less you’re gonna pull rank on me, I think she should come along.” With that Faith went into the dining room where she’d already laid out her bow, a sword and a couple of mean looking axes. “Anyways, we should get tooled up. You call Angel, tell him to motor.”
Buffy sighed. She knew she couldn’t push the issue, in a way she was actually glad that Faith was sticking up for Willow. She put a hand on Faith’s shoulder. “Okay, but...just watch out for Will, okay. One of us is near her at all times.”
Faith nodded. “You bet.”

*~~*

The three girls approached the alley leading to the warehouse. Buffy glanced either way before crossing the street, the sword she was holding made her look conspicuous enough. Willow was by her side, stake at the ready. Buffy could tell that the other girl was both excited and nervous.
Faith was ahead of them and had taken point, bow drawn as she moved gracefully forward and eyed the shadows, but otherwise she was pretty relaxed. “So after we get done, where d’you wanna go eat?”
Buffy hadn’t really been listening. “Huh?”
“I could go for some pizza.” Willow piped up, “Or maybe some nacho’s.”
“That’s one vote for cheese.” Faith said lightly as she moved passed a dumpster, “Me, I’d prefer some ribs, maybe a steak.”
Buffy skirted a suspicious looking crate. “The way my stomach’s going, I’ll probably just want some ice-cream.”
Faith chuckled. “Don’t have t’be so nervous, B.”
“Yeah, I can be nervous enough for all three of us.”Willow’s voice was quiet but shaky.
Suddenly a figure leapt at them from above, agilely flipping over them with a menacing growl. Willow squeaked in surprise but Buffy saw it coming and calmly kicked out at the vampire as it landed, sending it tumbling to the ground. She turned to see a second vampire coming at them from behind so she pushed Willow to one side.
Drawing two knives the vampire attacked her, steel ringing out against Buffy’s sword as it tried to drive her back with sheer ferocity. In her periphery Buffy saw Faith send an arrow racing into the vampire she’s kicked as it rushed her. Saw as it cried out and turned to so much dust.
Buffy’s own opponent was skilled, neatly slicing at the air where Buffy’s throat had been moments earlier as she backed up to swing. Her sword was good for a warehouse, not so much for swinging about in a narrow alleyway. So Buffy readied the blade so she could run her opponent through. But then the vampire, instead of pressing its attack, abruptly reared back in pain, dropping its weapons and crumbled to ash before Buffy’s eyes.
Then she saw a wide-eyed Willow standing there, holding a stake. “Yay on me. I got one.”She said breathlessly.
Buffy smiled in relief as Faith reloaded her bow. She spoke up, sounding a lot more serious. “I think we got more on the way. So much for the element of surprise.”
Buffy nodded. “We should keep moving. Will, stay between us.”
Willow nodded emphatically, still wide-eyed.
Faith scanned the rooftops overhead. “Let’s hope they still keep on coming one at a time.”
Just as she said that another two came at them from the shadows, knives drawn. One pushed Faith to one side before she could use her bow, its knife blow barely being knocked away by the brunette’s arm. The other vampire bore down on Willow, teeth bared. Buffy snapped a low kick at it to get its attention, before backhanding it with her free hand. The vampire spun with the blow and lashed out at Buffy with its blade, gleaming steel striking her sword. Willow backed up to the corner of the alley, knuckles white as she gripped her stake.
Faith, bow abandoned, threw her opponent hard back against the alley wall, and rained a couple of telling body blows into it before driving her stake deep into the vampire’s chest. Both she and Willow snapped a quick look at Buffy as she blocked another thrusting dagger blow before kicking her opponent face-first across the alley.
Suddenly Willow yelped n surprise as somebody grabbed at her shoulder from around the corner. But Faith was faster, quickly kicking the shadowy figure so hard in the chest that it threw him back against a dumpster. Faith then raised her stake and moved over to the prone form, before driving her arm down.
Buffy turned as she finished off her opponent, just in time to see what was about to happen.
“Faith, NO!”
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