You walked away and you left me numb
Rock bottom hit the floor
But I’d rather feel the pain
Than nothing at all
So if misery likes company
Then why am I alone?
It’s cold outside this double bed
Inside a single room
So never let them see you cry
– Never Let Them See You Cry, Billie Myers

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Tuesday, April 11, 2006

Kelly’s: Courtyard

Jason felt a hand snag at his elbow as he pulled open the door to the diner the next morning. Already irritated and in a crappy mood, he turned but swallowed whatever he’d been about to say when he found Robin Scorpio’s pretty brown eyes staring back at him.

“Oh, wow, it’s been a while since that look’s been aimed at me.” She smirked, then folded her arms. “I was hoping I’d run into you eventually.”

“Why?” Jason let the door fall shut, turning to face her fully.

“Walk with me. I want to talk to you.”

Knowing it was easier to agree, Jason let his ex-girlfriend wind her arm through his and steer him away from Kelly’s, towards the docks. “Robin—”

“I was hoping you might tell me why the whole world is convinced you’re having an affair with Elizabeth Spencer,” Robin said as they approached Elm Street Pier. “No, don’t scowl at me—this isn’t me asking you for gossip.”

“That’s what it sounds like,” he said dryly. He waited for Robin to sit on the bench, then sat next to her. “Why do you care?”

“Well, because I like Elizabeth. I always did, but we weren’t close before I moved away. Since I came back to work at GH, she’s become a friend. And Patrick absolutely adores her.” At the flash in Jason’s eyes, Robin shook her head. “Not like that. He’s never had a female friend before, and I think he’s kind of adopted her like a little sister. He’s worried about her. And…” She hesitated. “I am, too. For reasons I can’t talk about. Doctor patient stuff.”

“Patient,” Jason repeated, frowning. “When—” But he knew how seriously Robin took this kind of thing, so he didn’t argue. “You know as much as I do,” he said finally. “Lucky said things, and it went from here.”

“That doesn’t explain why people seem to just…” Robin pursed her lips. “How do I explain this? They just seemed to have expected it. But it was, like, out of left field for me, you know? I didn’t even realize you knew Elizabeth. And now…” She shrugged. “I guess I just…I was worried. About you both. And yeah, a little curious.”

Jason exhaled slowly and looked out over the lake towards Spoon Island. He didn’t know why he answered her, but Robin always had a way of looking at him. “We became friends after you left for Paris. The last time. Lucky had…we thought he was dead in that fire. And I’d…”

“Lost Michael,” Robin finished, a pained expression crossing her features. “Yeah. Okay—”

“I…It’s complicated, Robin.”

“It usually is.”

“I mean…” Jason shook his head. “We’ve been friends for a long time.”

“I just want to help her, Jason. I don’t want to hurt her.” She put a hand on his arm. “Are you okay? You look tired.”

“I’m fine. I just need to go get my coffee and get back to work—”

“We used to be able to talk,” Robin said softly as Jason got up and started for the stairs. “I’m not sure when that stopped. Long before we broke up, I know that. We stopped talking. And then we stopped liking each other. And somewhere between those two events, we stopped loving each other.”

He turned back to look at her, at the girl who was not only his first memory but some of the best memories he’d made in his short life. Robin had been his touchstone, the one person he’d trusted. Until he’d broken that trust, and then she’d broken it back.

“I did everything wrong back then,” Jason said finally. “I didn’t really see it. I don’t know when it happened—when we stopped being good for each other. I didn’t know who I was if I didn’t love you.”

“I know. And I didn’t see a future without you. You gave mine back to me, so I didn’t want to give up on us.” She got to her feet. “But I hurt you, too. And I hurt myself. I never should have stayed as long as I did. I let myself live a lie with you and Michael, but I hated myself every day. And I started to hate you, too.”

“I wasn’t fair to you. I asked you for things I had no right to—”

“I could have said no. I should have,” Robin added. “But you know, we do stupid things. Because the misery we know is more comfortable than something new.” She tilted her head. “I was surprised you never…that you never got together with Carly. I really thought—”

“I thought I was in love with her,” Jason admitted. “I wasn’t. If I had been, I never—” He bit off the words abruptly, irritated with himself for falling into old habits.

“It’s just you and me here, Jason. It doesn’t hurt me to talk about Carly,” she told him. “Not anymore.” She stepped towards him. “If you had been in love with Carly, what wouldn’t have happened?”

“Elizabeth,” Jason said quietly. He met Robin’s eyes. “People at GH have long memories. You know that. And they probably remember the Christmas party the year you left. Nikolas Cassadine and I got into a fight, and he told the entire world we were sleeping together. We weren’t—but—”

“But people believe what they want.” Robin’s smile was a bit sad. “But I guess it didn’t work out.”

“No. It didn’t. And it won’t. She’s…staying with Lucky. Even after everything…” He shook his head.

“She’s staying—” Robin pressed her lips together, her nostrils flaring slightly. “I didn’t—I didn’t think she would. I, ah, that’s…” She took a deep breath. “Well, that’s a mistake.”

“She’s never going to walk away from him,” Jason muttered.

“Don’t say never. I guess that answers my question about whether there’s any truth to the rumors.”

“No—” Jason shook his head. “Not the way they think. But—” He pressed his lips together.

“The misery we know,” Robin repeated, “is usually the choice we make. Because you know what to expect. It’s terrifying to go into the unknown, to reach for something new. If it doesn’t work out, you can’t go back to what was before. That’s why you and I stayed together long after we were any good for each other. We were comfortable. Don’t be too hard on Elizabeth, Jason. She’s doing the best she can.”

“I know.” He cleared his throat. “Check in on her, will you? She could use a friend who isn’t close to Lucky, too. Emily does her best—”

“But her loyalties might be divided. Don’t worry, Jase. Patrick and I have her back. And I…” She sighed. “I don’t think it will last. Honestly, I hope it doesn’t.” He looked at her sharply—wondering what she knew. “But maybe she needs to find out for herself.” She offered him a smile. “Thanks. For actually talking to me. I missed it. We used to be friends.”

“Yeah, we did.” He kissed her cheek. “Take care of yourself, Robin. I’ll see you around.”

Jake’s: Upstairs Hallway

Sonny rapped his fist against one of the rickety doors and waited until footsteps inside shuffled towards him. Then the door opened, and Sam McCall glowered at him. “What do you want?”

“I wanted to check on you.”

“Good news travels fast, I guess,” Sam muttered. She didn’t open the door a single extra inch, not having any intention of letting him inside the room. “I’m alive. What do you want?” she repeated.

“Jason told me the two of you broke up,” Sonny said as Sam’s eyes narrowed. “Does that surprise you?”

“No. I’m sure he ran right over to his precious Elizabeth, and they’re basking in their freedom to be together now that Lucky’s out of commission and I’ve been run off.” Sam folded her arms. “Unless you’re here to make my day and tell me Jason got rejected again by her.”

“That’s…more hostility than I was expecting,” Sonny admitted. “But I guess it’s deserved. I’m pretty sure Elizabeth is sticking with her marriage. Some people mean their vows, I guess.”

“Yeah, well, you never have, so I guess that would surprise you. Good. Now Jason can go find some other damsel in distress to rescue so he can just repeat this insanity with Elizabeth in, like, two years. Isn’t that how this works? He settles for as long as he can stand it, she crooks her finger when something goes wrong for her—”

“I think you’re hurt,” Sonny said gently. “And Jason didn’t handle any of this right—”

“Oh, you’re on his side now? After all the crap you two said two each other five minutes ago? Good God, you’re both insane. I’m actually relieved to be done with you and everyone else who’s part of your sick, twisted life.”

“A lot of the things Jason and I said to each other were true, even if they were cruel and delivered in anger. Sam, I just—I know I didn’t treat you well. Even if I was just a mark to you—”

Sam’s eyes changed, darkened somehow as she slid her finger down his silk dress shirt. “I bet I could have you wrapped around my finger in no time. Make you remember how it was between us—”

“You probably could,” Sonny admitted, as he caught her finger in his hand. “But neither one of us wants that, do we? If you need any money—”

Sam scowled, jerked her hand back as if it were scalding hot. “Didn’t Jason tell you? We were fighting because I wanted to get back into the game. He thinks I’m trash now, just like he used to. Imagine a criminal like Jason Morgan looking down his nose at a con artist like me and thinking he’s better.”

“I didn’t realize—”

“At least now with Jason gone, I don’t have to pretend to play the small games. I can go right for the big ticket. I don’t need you or Jason. I never did.”

“Sam—”

“So stop pretending like you give a damn.” She stepped back and slammed the door.

General Hospital: Nurse’s Station

Robin was the first person Elizabeth saw when she started her shift that morning, and the bright sunny smile from the doctor gave Elizabeth the lift she needed.

She’d put off returning to work as long as she could—Epiphany had offered the rest of the week, but Elizabeth wanted to get back to work. Back to her life. She was supposed to talk to Lucky later that day, to sort out exactly how things would work now that…well, now that she’d decided to stay.

Elizabeth didn’t even realize part of her had been hoping that Lucky would refuse to stay until Luke told her how ashamed and sorry Lucky was. Not that it would have changed anything—Elizabeth had already walked away from Jason, and the last twenty-four hours since he’d left the apartment had been terrible.

“Hey.” Robin flashed her another smile. “Welcome back.”

“Glad to be back.” Elizabeth ignored the student nurses who had giggled when they saw her and pointed. Robin had leveled a glare in their direction, but the nurses had just laughed again and walked away.

It would eventually stop. There was always another scandal at the hospital, and Elizabeth was desperately counting on something happening quickly. When she noticed Robin looking at her again, Elizabeth sighed. “What?”

“Nothing, nothing. I guess—” Robin pursed her lips. “I saw Jason before I came to work this morning.”

Elizabeth’s fingers stilled, frozen in air above the keyboard of the computer. “You did.”

“Yeah, I wanted to talk to him about—well, to be honest, about the rumors and just—get his side of things. Shameless, I know, but I just—I wanted to make sure I knew what I needed to know to be a good friend. We’re not…I mean, we’re new friends, but—” Robin sighed. “It doesn’t matter. He told me that you’re not leaving Lucky.”

Elizabeth’s throat clenched, and she looked back at the monitor even though the words and images were little more than a blur. “Did you tell him?”

“About the bruises? No. But I have the photos.” Robin touched her shoulder. “I didn’t ask questions. I’m not asking them now. To be honest, after what happened this weekend, I’m pretty sure I don’t have to.”

“You—”

“I would never tell anyone. But I just—I’m not very good at letting things go. Not when I think I can help.”

Elizabeth shook her head. “You can’t—”

“Jason, by the way, looked like he’d been hit by a truck.” Robin hesitated. “And you don’t look much better. So I guess…I don’t know. It’s not my business—”

“It’s really not—”

“But I’m going to butt in any way because if something happened and I didn’t at least say something—I’d never forgive myself. Which is selfish, I know, but I’m known for that.”

Robin paused, but Elizabeth said nothing. “If you’re staying because you think he’ll change, because you think he’s sorry, and it’ll be different, you’re wrong. You know that. You took the same training I did. They’re always sorry. But it’s always your fault because you made them mad.”

“Robin—”

“You’re going to make him mad again. That’s just life. Your son is probably going to make him mad. Can you tell me you’re not wondering if he’ll do it again?”

“I—” Elizabeth shook her head. “No. But maybe that’s why I’m staying. Because if I leave now, I’ll always wonder if maybe he would have changed. If he doesn’t…” Her chest tightened. “At least I’ll know. And no one will be able to tell me I didn’t try—”

“Why do they matter?” Robin asked softly. “And you already know you’ve tried. I’ve seen you try. He didn’t do it once, Elizabeth. How many times?”

“I—” She cleared her throat. “Three times. But it was—it was quick. And it was this stuff with Manny—Robin—”

“I just—I guess I’m doing that selfish thing, and I’m picturing myself—” Robin looked away, then met her eyes. “A few years ago, while I was in Paris, I had a patient like you. A sweet girl who wanted to do right by the man she’d married. But he hit her all the time. And she always thought it was her fault. I told her to leave, and she wanted to. But she was Catholic, and thought—well, what would her family say? Divorce wasn’t done in her family. So she stayed.”

Elizabeth’s eyes blurred. “What happened to her?”

“She was making dinner one night, or so the police report said, and she used the wrong kind of pasta. So he hit her in the face with the pan she’d used to fry the meatballs. It was still hot from the stove. And he kept hitting her until—” Robin’s voice broke, and she took a deep breath. “She died, Elizabeth.”

Elizabeth dipped her head. “Robin—”

“I didn’t tell Jason because I knew you wouldn’t want me to. Because I took an oath, and I see you as kind of my patient. But I’m just—I’m—if you end up here as a patient—I’m going to tell him, and I don’t care if they take my license. Because I think you and I both know if he knew, you wouldn’t be doing this.”

“He’d never understand why I’m staying if he knew,” Elizabeth admitted. “But—I think—” She sucked in a deep breath. “I think everyone else would.”

“Elizabeth—”

“They’d want me to give him another chance. My grandmother would just—I don’t know—I think she’d tell me that maybe it was my fault. And Emily would just say that Lucky’s not like that, and I should try therapy or something—” Even if Emily had been championing her to leave, she doubted that Emily would believe Lucky had crossed the line into physical abuse. She couldn’t bring herself to believe anyone would be on her side.

“Would they—”

“My grandmother seems to think if I’m single, I’ll run to Jason, and that’s the worst thing she could think of. She wanted me to keep trying with Ric after everything that happened—” Elizabeth rubbed the side of her head. “I’m just—I don’t want to hear it. I don’t want to be blamed.”

“And that’s worth the chance you’re taking?” Robin said softly. “Elizabeth, if you end up hurt, I don’t want to be the one to tell Jason that I knew what you were facing and did nothing. I’d never forgive myself. So if other people’s opinions matter so much, why can’t Jason and I get a vote?”

She licked her lips, picked up a stack of charts. “I—” She met Robin’s eyes. “Please don’t make this harder on me—”

“Who else knows?” Robin challenged.

Elizabeth shook her head. “It doesn’t matter—”

“Why? Because you know if you told more people, they wouldn’t let you do this—” Robin scowled as Elizabeth looked away. “Who? Who knows and isn’t giving you the third degree?”

“Bobbie isn’t happy about it, but she’s promised to support me. And Luke—he asked me to stay. To give Lucky another chance. I know Patrick and Epiphany suspect—”

“That’s more than enough—Elizabeth, I don’t understand why you’re doing this. Why are you staying when you don’t want to?”

“I—” She hesitated. “I have to,” but even that sounded weak to her. “Robin—”

“No. Don’t ask me to make this easy for you. Don’t expect me to give you that crap about supporting you no matter what.” Robin huffed. “You know, I expected you to start telling me how much he loved you and how he’s not like this—you’re not even trying to make this sound like it makes sense. You don’t want to stay. Don’t.”

Her resolve weakened. “Robin—”

“Why do you matter less than Lucky?” Robin pressed. “Why does he get to come first? When is it your turn? Why the hell aren’t Luke and Bobbie helping you pack?” Troubled, Robin sighed. “But maybe it’s not that complicated.”

“I—”

“You think you deserve this. That you had this coming. That even though you know better, that you almost understand why Lucky did what he did. After all, he saw the truth, didn’t he?”

Elizabeth swallowed. “Robin—”

“If you’re staying with Lucky because you feel guilty about being in love with another man, if that’s why you’re going to let him get away with physical and emotional abuse—” Robin shrugged. “I can’t stop you.”

“It’s just—he’s been hurt almost since the wedding. He was different before then—but he’s been out of work and hurt. And things just keep getting worse. He’s so angry, Robin. If he could stop being angry—” She pressed her lips together. “You knew him when we were younger. You know what he was like.”

“You think it’s okay to push aside what he’s done, what he’s said because he’s in pain. Because he’s having a tough time. No, that’s not how it works. He made his choice. Maybe this isn’t who he was, but this is who he is now, Elizabeth.”

She sighed. “But you’re not ready to see it. Maybe you never will be. But I swear to God, if I find out he’s laid another hand on you, I’m going to tell Jason. I’m going to show him those pictures, and he’ll—” Robin scowled. “I should tell him now—”

“Robin, please don’t, he’ll never understand—” Elizabeth reached out to stop Robin from reaching in her lab coat for her phone. “Please—”

“I don’t understand.” Robin softened as tears slid down her cheeks. “I’m sorry. I know I should be nicer. I should be more understanding. Or maybe I should butt out. Carly’s always said I don’t know how to mind my own business. She’s probably right. But I like you, damn it. You matter. And it kills me that you don’t think you matter enough to leave him.”

“Robin—”

“I don’t mean to threaten you with Jason. It’s only that—” Robin shrugged. “I think he might be the only person who could make you see what a mistake you’re making. And you know that. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be so scared for me to tell him.”

“If…it happens again,” Elizabeth said slowly, “then…” Her stomach rolled. “Then you should tell him. Because you’re right. I don’t think I can—I can’t see this clearly. I thought I was. But I just—I don’t know. I thought I was making the right choice. I just—I don’t know.” She should tell Robin she wasn’t planning to stay forever, but she wasn’t even sure she believed herself, and she knew Robin wouldn’t understand.

“Think about telling him,” Robin said softly. “It’s not too late.”

Remembering Jason’s face as he’d walked away the night before, Elizabeth sighed. “You’re wrong about that. I need to get back to work.”

Kelly’s: Diner

Emily picked up the paper bag with the dinner she planned to bring over to Elizabeth’s that night so she could spend some time with her and Cameron. She thought her best friend could use an evening of normal.

She couldn’t explain why Elizabeth’s decision to stay with Lucky was bothering her so much—maybe it was the misery in Elizabeth’s eyes, the shock of how the PCPD had treated her after the kidnapping—and the conviction that whatever had happened between her brother and Elizabeth wasn’t going to go away simply because Elizabeth planned to ignore it.

Whatever was going to happen, Emily knew she’d have to choose a side. And maybe she already had—

“Emily?”

Emily blinked and turned to find Sonny standing behind her. She grimaced, unsure at how they’d drifted apart so quickly in only a few days. Two weeks ago, she’d been battling her family and friends, burning bridges with all the people in her life—and for what?

For Sonny?

“What? I’m on my way to pick up Cameron from daycare, so—” She shrugged.

“I just—” Sonny looked at the curious onlookers and nodded towards the back of the diner. Emily rolled her eyes but followed her former lover behind the counter, into the kitchen, and out into the alley. “I just thought we should talk—”

“What’s to talk about? I blew up my life over a man who doesn’t respect or trust women.” Emily shrugged. “Lesson learned—”

“That’s—that’s not fair. You know there are things about my life you can’t know—”

“Bullshit. There are things you don’t want me to know because you need to be in control. This wasn’t business as usual, Sonny. This was my best friend, and thank God I did butt in, you know, since it’s how you figured out that Manny was targeting Elizabeth. She’s my best friend, Sonny, and you wouldn’t let me help her.”

“I know that’s how it seems—”

“That’s how it was. Life is just…it’s too short to waste my time on a man who doesn’t see me as his equal.” Emily shook her head. “You don’t. And I don’t think there’s a woman you’ll ever trust enough to give up some of that control.”

“Emily—”

“It was fun, but I’m done. I need to get back to my life. You know, Elizabeth has never once let me down. She’s always been in my corner, always been right there when I needed her, but I wasn’t there for her. Being with you—I was a cruel, selfish, and thoughtless person—”

“Oh, that’s my fault?” Sonny repeated, irritated now. “You fought with Jason, not me—”

“No, all of those things are in me. But being with you brings out the worst in me. And I just…I can’t do it. It’s too hard, Sonny. And it hurts too much. And…” She bit her lip. “You’re just not worth it.”

She pulled open the heavy steel door to the kitchen and disappeared inside without another look.

General Hospital: Lucky’s Room

Elizabeth gently knocked on the open door to her husband’s hospital room. At the sound, Lucky turned towards the door, his face pale, and his eyes bloodshot. “Elizabeth.”

“Did Luke tell you I’d be by today?” she asked, not moving from the threshold, not interested in taking one more step until she knew…

Until she knew it was safe.

“Yeah.” He swallowed hard. “You gonna come in?”

“That depends. Are you going to call me a whore again?”

He closed his eyes, shook his head. “No.” The word was little more than a whisper, but it gave Elizabeth the strength to walk into the room. She stopped at the foot of his bed and left the door open.

“I was packing my things on Sunday,” Elizabeth said slowly, “because I thought—and part of me still thinks—that we can’t get past this. And honestly, Lucky, I’m not—” A lump rose in her throat. She had to say it. Even if she said it only once.  “I’m not sure I want to.”

“Yeah.” He looked at her, those eyes she’d once loved so much. “I get that.”

“I promised Luke I would try.”

“He said…” Lucky reached for the bed remote and pressed the button that brought him up a few more inches. Elizabeth sat in the chair next to his bed but perched on the edge.

Ready for an escape.

“He said he had to beg you.”

“Are you surprised?”

“No.” Lucky met her eyes. “I’d tell you I was sorry, but I don’t think I’m sorry is enough.”

“I’m not sure, either,” she confessed. “I know you’ve struggled, Lucky, since November. Since the car accident in February. I know it’s been hard. And I’ve tried to be supportive. I tried to do what you needed me to do. I told myself you’d go back to work, and it would be okay. We’d be okay.”

“I’m not sure I’ll ever be okay again.” He winced as he shifted on the bed. “I can’t ever go back to being a cop. Mac said I could do desk duty. I’d hate that. Dad says I can go to work at the club. But I just—” A tear slid down his cheek as he shook his head. “I had a plan. And I can’t go back.”

“It’s not my fault,” Elizabeth said softly. “I know you think Manny went after me because of Jason. He didn’t. He was insane, Lucky. And he targeted me because of the kidnapping last year. And he went after you because of the bruises.”

“Yeah. Yeah, I remember that much.” Lucky exhaled slowly.  “I just—I see you, and I remember being in that room—listening to Manny—”

“If you can’t let this go, if you can’t get past this, Lucky, then we don’t even need to have this conversation.” Elizabeth started to stand, but Lucky held up a hand.

“I can’t lose you, too. I can’t—” Lucky’s voice faltered. “I can’t lose everything, Elizabeth. I don’t deserve you. But I won’t—I won’t hurt you again. I love you.”

She pressed her lips together, looked down at her arm, where the fingerprints from last Wednesday were only just fading. “You said that the first time you pushed me. And then twenty-four hours later—”

“I was just—I was angry. And I knew I’d fail my test on Friday—”

“Hurting me can’t be the answer.”

“I know.” Lucky closed his eyes again. “I know. I don’t have any excuses, Elizabeth. I was just—I was angry. And I was jealous. Because Jason was back in our lives, and I just—”

“I have never slept with Jason,” she said flatly. Because, at least on this, she could be honest. “Not seven years ago when we thought you were dead. Or five years ago. Four years ago. Last week. I don’t care what people told you. And if you can’t believe me on that simple fact, then we have a problem.”

“He needs to be out of our lives,” Lucky bit out. “And if you can’t agree on that, then we really have nothing to say to each other.”

“I’d already decided that, but he’s still Emily’s brother. And he lives in Port Charles. I can’t avoid him forever. So you either trust me, or you don’t.”

“I—” He licked his lips. “I want to. Isn’t that enough?”

Elizabeth wanted to say no, but she knew that she was on shaky ground here. She was pressing the semantics, but she knew if Lucky asked the right question, she’d have to lie. Or tell the truth about exactly how far across the line Elizabeth had strayed.

“We can start there.” She took a deep breath. “If you touch me again, if you hit me, push me, or even grab me, I’m done, Lucky. This is it. This is the last chance we’ll ever have to make this work. I want you to go into anger management counseling.”

“I—” Lucky’s face flushed. “What?”

“If you say no, I’m going to get up, go home and pack, and the only time you’ll hear from me is in divorce court. I took pictures, Lucky. Dated pictures before Manny laid a finger on me. So you go to anger management, or we have nothing else to discuss.”

Lucky wanted to argue—she could see it in his face—then he sighed, shook his head. “Yeah. Yeah, you’re probably right. I need to figure out how to deal with all of this. It kills me that I hurt you, Elizabeth. I don’t know how it happened—I never thought—I never thought I’d be that man.”

“Neither did I.” She shifted, uncomfortable, realizing now that part of her had thought he’d fight her more on the counseling. Had she still hoped he’d back out? Take the responsibility away from her?  “But we made promises to each other, Lucky. And they mattered to me.”

“They mattered to me. So whatever you need me to do, whatever you want, I’ll do it. Our marriage is all I have left.”

“Good. Good, I’ll get…I’ll get some names, and when you get out of the hospital…” Elizabeth got her to feet, tucked her hair behind her ears. “I have to go. Emily’s getting Cameron for me from daycare, and she’s bringing dinner.”

“Okay. Thank you, Elizabeth. For this chance. You won’t regret it.”

“I hope not. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

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