CSI:Miami RT #12 - 'Road To Nowhere'

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I'm going to go with Monica here... Scott should've went beserek on Speed's ass. I mean, what better way to sober up someone AND still take out frustrations? It's a win win situation!

I agree though, this his way out of left field for Speed...What's got him going to the bottle again? Whatever it is, I would love for him to deal accordingly.

By the way.... WTF is Horatio???

Awesome update!
 
Thanks so much for the reviews! :D

:devil:

A short one for now, heh.

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Hospital room

Scott: *shakes head, walks in*

Lori: *follows* Scott, she's okay.

Scott: *turns around* She'd be even better had he not LEFT HER IN HIS CAR FOR 2 HOURS SO HE COULD GO DRINK!

Lori: Don't scream at me.

Scott: I want him arrested.

Lori: If we get law enforcement involved, he could lose his job, his pension-

Scott: Exactly. That's what happens when you're negligent.

Lori: I'm just saying, let's cool down first.

Scott: My mother was drunk, Steph fled from her house, she was missing for over 3 hours and we had my mother charged. Don't tell me you're excusing your father's behaviour.

Lori: He's not a drunk.

Scott: He spent 2 hours at the pub in the middle of the afternoon while he was supposed to be caring for a 5-year old girl. Wake up, he's a drunk.

Lori: Let me talk to him.

Scott: Just like he spoke to you all those years while you had a needle up your arm.

Lori: *stares at Scott*

Scott: He needs to be held accountable for his actions.

Lori: Okay. But I want to speak with him first.

Scott: Fine. Waste your breath.

Lori: What's your problem?

Scott: I'm not having the greatest day.

Lori: ...Right the uh, the girl that jumped. I didn't think they'd broadcast that. Must have been a mess, they tented off the whole are-

Scott: *runs to bathroom*

Lori: -a...*looks back* Scott?

Bathroom

Scott: *leaning over toilet*

Lori: *steps in* Are you okay?

Scott: No. I'm not.

Lori: *walks over, kneels*

Scott: I lost a good friend today and then I almost lost my child. *wipes forehead* I'm at my wits end. I-I can't even begin to explain to you how angry and sick I feel about the whole thing.

Lori: *places hand on Scott's back*

Scott: *sigh* I'm sorry I lost my temper with your father.

Lori: *rubs Scott's back*

Waiting room, 30 minutes later

Speed: *drinks coffee*

Katie: You know, that won't help.

Speed: *lifts eyes*

Katie: I can't believe you. I sent you out for ice cream, not whiskey.

Speed: It wasn't whiskey.

Katie: Don't be a smartass.

Lori: *walks over*

Speed: *looks at Lori*

Lori: *sits* Stephanie had heat prostration. It's less serious but it's serious enough for me.

Speed: I'm sorry, I-

Lori: No. You're no longer allowed to be a part of Stephanie or Dominick's life. In fact, I don't even want you in my life. At least not until you fix your little problem. *stands, walks away*

Katie: I thought she'd be angrier.

Speed: *frowning*

TBC...........................
 
I think that's pretty angry, Katie...lol Poor Scotty...he's had so much going on. I suspect that he's feelilng a bit more about Donna's demise. Poor...poor Scott. No pity on Speed...because he needs to get some help. Maybe this is the time to do so.

Awesome update!
 
Poor Scott...he's got a lot going on.

I can understand that Lori wants to protect her fathers reputation and everything but c'mon are you freakin kidding me, I would have beat the living snot out of him.

I still think that Scott should kick Speed's ass...I'm just sayin...LOL

Great update Geni!
 
Thanks for the reviews! :adore: :D

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Gables Estates, house, bedroom, 7am, 3 days later

Lori: *rolls over*

Steph: *crawls into bed*

Lori: *opens eye* ...You're supposed to be in your own room.

Steph: *hugs Lori's arm*

Lori: *kisses Steph's forehead*

Doorbell rings

Downstairs

Scott: *walks over to door, opens it*

Tom: Hey. You mind if I conduct my interview here? I'm trying to keep a low profile and the press is all over the building.

Scott: Sure. Come on in. *steps back*

Tom: *walks in*

Scott: *shuts door*

Living room

Tom: *clicks pen* So. Where were you when it happened?

Scott: I was here.

Tom: Who called you?

Scott: Stacey Burgh, she works in the loans department. She said she heard glass breaking and when she ran over to the window, she saw a figure on the ground.

Lori: *walks downstairs, ties robe*

Tom: *lifts eyes*

Lori: *steps into living room, sits*

Scott: I got there about 25 minutes later.

Tom: Did you notice anything odd about the victim in the last few weeks or months, even? Did she seem upset about anything in her personal or professional life?

Scott: No. She seemed happy. Everyone liked her. She was an excellent employee, perfect for advancement.

Tom: *glances at Lori, looks down at paper* Okay. *writes*

Scott: *sips coffee*

Tom: Well it seems like that's all I need from you. Everyone else seems to have said the same thing. *scratches eyebrow*

Lori: Maybe it was an accident.

Tom: *looks at Lori* You know, the thought had crossed my mind. But when's the last time a 90 pound girl was able to throw herself through a solid pane?

Lori: Did you check the strength of the windows?

Tom: *stares at Lori*

Lori: *takes Scott's coffee, drinks*

Tom: *looks at Scott* Does your office have any security cameras?

Scott: We have them in key areas.

Tom: Maybe you don't understand what I'm getting at.

Scott: There are none located at that part of the building.

Lori: Oh but there is a bank across the street. They might have security cameras on some of the floors that face APL.

Tom: *looks at Lori* ...Thank you.

Lori: Happy to help. *stands, walks away*

Tom: *looks at Scott* What's up with her?

Scott: Seems fine to me.

Tom: She's gunning for my job.

Scott: *smiles*

Tom: *shrugs, looks down at paper* She looks good. *writes*

Scott: ...I wonder how good.

Tom: What do you mean?

Scott: How do you feel about conducting an experiment? All in the interest of science, of course.

Tom: *lifts brow*

Kitchen

Lori: *pours coffee*

Tom: *walks over*

Lori: *smiles* Hey, can I pour you a cup?

Tom: Sure. *picks up cup*

Lori: *pours coffee*

Tom: *drops cup* AH!

Lori: Oh shit, are you okay? I'm sorry.

Tom: No it's alright, my fault. *shakes hand*

Lori: The one time you wear white, huh? *grabs dish cloth*

Tom: *stares at Lori*

Lori: *hands over cloth*

Tom: ...You're not going to do it?

Lori: Do you want me to fasten a bib to your neck, too?

Tom: *stares at Lori* No. *grabs cloth, wipes arm*

Steph: MOMMA!

Lori: Be right back. *walks away*

Tom: *shakes head*

Scott: *walks over* And?

Tom: And I burned my arm for no reason.

Scott: ...Maybe she figured it out.

Tom: Just for future reference, I don't look very attractive when I have coffee stains all over my new shirt because of my own stupidity.

Scott: We can try something else.

Tom: *laughs* Oh no. No. The next idea you have probably involves electricity or...fire. Or both. Hot coffee's my limit.

Scott: What about cold coffee?

Tom: *frowns*

TBC.....................................
 
Maybe...just maybe, Lori's issues with errant men are taken care of. That was cute to see Lori just totally disregard Tom...I loved it tremendously...and Scott's devious thoughts...awesome...simply awesome!

Great work!
 
I'd love to see a normal Lori, but I think that would also be just as scary... :lol:

Poor Donna. :(

*huggles Scott* Man, when he has bad days, he really has bad days. Poor thing. :(

*kicks Speed*

*huggles Steph* Glad she's okay. :)

Great updates! :D
 
Thanks so much for the lovely reviews! :)

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Biscayne Park, house, 10pm

Lori: *knocks on door*

Tom: *opens door*

Lori: *smiles* Hey, Scott sent me here to return your little one.

Tom: *takes Brook* Thanks.

Lori: It was cool of you to let me babysit for a while. I know I owe you for all the times you looked out for Steph.

Tom: *nods* Would you like to come inside?

Lori: Oh sure. I need to unload all the stuff she has. *walks in*

Tom: *turns around*

Kitchen, 10 minutes later

Lori: *places bag on table, opens it* She's a real sweetheart. And she gets along great with Dominick. *smiles* I think they wore themselves out.

Tom: Yeah, I just put her down for the night.

Lori: *pulls out toys* Is Anni still at work?

Tom: She's pulling a double.

Lori: OH! Brook scraped her knee on the deck today, I took care of it so if you find a band-aid, that's why. It wasn't serious or anything.

Tom: *nods*

Lori: *places bottles onto table*

Tom: *shakes head* ...Do you want a drink?

Lori: *looks at Tom*

Tom: I cracked open a case of beer.

Lori: No thanks.

Tom: Wine?

Lori: Nah. *reaches into bag*

Tom: Coke?

Lori: *lifts eyes* Like...Coca Cola?

Tom: *stares blankly* Sure.

Lori: I'm okay, thanks. *looks back at bag*

Tom: *scratches head*

Lori: *dumps diapers onto table*

Tom: *shrugs* I can get you some powder if you really wanted.

Lori: *looks at Tom*

Tom: *stares at Lori*

Lori: ...No.

Tom: Right, just thought I'd ask.

Lori: *nods slowly*

Tom: Here, let me help. *steps closer, pulls bag over*

Lori: ...Do you ever think about it?

Tom: What.

Lori: Using again.

Tom: I have a million reasons not to. How about that.

Lori: Fair enough.

Tom: *smiles, pulls toys from bag*

Lori: I need to head home.

Tom: I'll walk you to your truck.

Outside, driveway

Lori: *opens door*

Tom: Have a safe trip.

Lori: *staring at door*

Tom: ...You okay?

Lori: Yeah. *gets into truck, shuts door*

Gables Estates, house, office, 11:30pm

Scott: *typing*

Lori: *steps in* Hey.

Scott: Hey. *staring at laptop*

Lori: You coming to bed in the next millenium?

Scott: I have to get this e-mail finished.

Lori: *walks over, sits in Scott's lap*

Scott: *smirks* You're not helping.

Lori: What's this e-mail about? *pulls laptop closer, squints* Business intelligence, descriptive statistics, predictive analytics...okay Scott, you have the most boring job ever. You can't enjoy this.

Scott: *wraps arms around Lori's waist* Sorry to disappoint.

Lori: *turns around, places hands on Scott's cheeks* Be unboring.

Scott: *kisses Lori*

Lori: *closes eyes*

Scott: *unbuttons Lori's blouse*

Lori: *smirks, grabs Scott's hand*

Scott: *kisses Lori's neck*

Lori: *sigh* No.

Scott: Why.

Lori: Because I said so. *stands, buttons up shirt*

Scott: *runs hand through hair*

Lori: *walks away*

Scott: *nods slowly* Okay.

Bedroom

Lori: *stares into mirror, pulls elastic from hair*

Scott: *walks over* Everything alright?

Lori: I don't know. I'm sorry.

Scott: *places hand on Lori's shoulder* Don't worry about it.

Lori: *looks at Scott*

Scott: *smiles*

Lori: *smirks*

Scott: Goodnight. *walks away*

Lori: *lowers head*

TBC............................
 
OOOkay...that was...weird. For once, Lori says...no? *GASP* the world is going to collide with the sun at this very moment.... Seriously...is she just thinking of something inappropriate? Was that switch turned off when they went up there to straighten her out? I have to know why she said no to Scotty...I mean...it's Scotty for cripes sake!

I have to admit something...As much as I LOVE Tom...He's a sh**ty fall guy...lol....At least, at the very least, no one wanted to get high... That's a good thing!

Awesome update!
 
Hmm... Why do I get the feeling all isn't well with Lori post-op?

But I do love her playing Mommy. :D And Tom's acting kinda funny too... is that because of Scott?

Great update! :D
 
Thanks so much for the reviews! :D

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Empire State Building, 79th floor, 9am next day

Scott: *walks through doors*

Everyone looks at Scott

Scott: ...Good morning.

Bob: *runs over* Everyone heard you bought the ESB.

Scott: *looks at Bob* What?

Bob: It's in the newspaper. *opens paper* Look, look, they even have the design you green-lit for the new APL building.

Scott: *looks at newspaper*

Bob: *smiles* Very retro of you.

Scott: *grabs newspaper* Come with me. *walks away*

Bob: *runs*

Large office

Scott: *shuts door* I didn't buy the Empire State Building and I certainly did NOT green-light that...thing.

Bob: You didn't?

Scott: No. Who sold this so-called information to the press?

Bob: Our press agent.

Scott: She never spoke to me. Get her in here.

Bob: I don't know where she is.

Scott: Oh, well, gee nevermind then.

Bob: *stares at Scott*

Scott: Find. Her.

Bob: Right. *walks away*

Scott: *shakes head*

40 minutes later

Bob: *knocks on door, steps in* Sir?

Scott: *lifts head*

Bob: Meghan Fowler's here, she's our press agent.

Scott: Send her in.

Bob: *walks away*

Scott: *writing*

Meghan: *walks in*

Scott: *flips page*

Meghan: *shuts door*

Scott: Have a seat please, Miss Fowler.

Meghan: I prefer to stand.

Scott: *closes folder, leans back in chair*

Meghan: *crosses arms* So what do you want?

Scott: I want to know why you're selling false information to the newspaper.

Meghan: We need some press. It's not like it damaged your reputation.

Scott: Except for the small problem being that it's not true.

Meghan: Media is rarely full of complete truths.

Scott: First of all, you don't determine what goes out to the media. I do. And when I'm not around, you go through Robert. The New York Times released what th-

Meghan: The odds of getting-

Scott: I'm speaking. They thought what they released was an official statement given by myself and this company which is a big problem for you. So unless you want to spend the next part of your career flipping through the want ads, you'll follow the directions given to you.

Meghan: *nods*

Scott: Get out.

Meghan: *walks away*

Bob: *steps in* What's the verdict?

Scott: *takes off glasses, rubs eyes*

Bob: Well look at it this way, you could always just purchase the place.

Scott: Or we can all get back down to the realm of sanity.

Bob: *pulls chair over, sits* Did they get anywhere with the investigation?

Scott: Miami PD thinks it was accidental.

Bob: Based on?

Scott: A camera across the street was facing our building. Donna had climbed onto a book shelf to reach something at the top and it toppled, sending her through the glass. The bookshelf fell sideways so it stayed inside.

Bob: That's a freak accident.

Scott: *nods* Our guys say the window strength on that side of the building was slightly compromised by the last big hurricane.

Bob: Poor girl.

Scott: Do me a favour, set up the meeting downtown at a restaurant.

Bob: Not the boardroom?

Scott: Nah.

Bob: Sure thing, boss. Anything else?

Scott: I leave the meeting in your capable hands.

Bob: *nods slowly*

Biscayne Park, house, 11am

Lori: *knocks on door* ....*knocks on door*

Tom: *opens door, leans on frame*

Lori: *lifts head*

Tom: *looks at watch, squints*

Lori: Wakey wakey, sleepy-head. We had an appointment.

Tom: Uh...

Lori: *smiles* We're going shopping.

Tom: ...Did we just go back in time?

Lori: Anni's taking you to a banquet and you've been putting this off.

Tom: I've sort of been busy with work and kids. Besides, you and fashion is like Scotty and hookers. Some things just don't mix.

Lori: *grabs Tom's arm* Let's go.

Tom: Um I'm hardly wearing any clothes. Pretty sure I'll be breaking some sort of law if I go out.

Lori: Fine but haul ass. *pushes Tom*

Inside truck, road

Tom: *turns on radio*

Rock music blasts through truck

Lori: *turns off radio* I'm trying to concentrate.

Tom: *staring at Lori, turns on radio*

Music blasts through truck

Lori: *turns off radio* Tom, I'm serious.

Tom: *reaches for radio*

Lori: *slaps Tom's arm*

Tom: Ow. *pulls arm back*

Lori: Don't touch my radio.

Tom: You should have told me that first.

Lori: I told you to stop. Isn't that enough?

Tom: Apparently not.

Lori: Didn't your mother ever teach you manners?

Tom: Did yours?

Lori: *tilts head* Good point.

Tom: You got anything to eat? I'm starving.

Lori: Check my purse. I think I have a granola bar or something.

Tom: I'm not touching your purse.

Lori: *looks at Tom* You'll touch my radio constantly but you won't touch my purse?

Tom: I don't touch...female things.

Lori: Stop being a baby. *throws purse*

Tom: *throws purse back* You check it.

Lori: *throws purse* I'm driving.

Tom: I'm navigating.

Lori: You don't even know where we're going.

Tom: Tell me where we're going and then I'll navigate.

Lori: Just open the purse.

Tom: *opens purse, looks down* Okay. *snaps purse shut*

Lori: Okay what?

Tom: I can't do it.

Lori: *reaches over, grabs purse, dumps it*

Tom: AH!

Lori: Now mow through and see if you find food.

Tom: I-I see money and tampons.

Lori: Seems like you have to wait until we get where we're going.

Tom: *brushes items off lap*

Lori: *smiles*

Tom: *frowns*

TBC..............................
 
I really do love Tom and Lori's relationship. I think , in order for them to both function, they need to keep this type of banter between them. It's harmless now.

Ooh..Scotty's a bit peeved...Hate to be on the recieving end of that. Gotta love Scotty in his Boss mode.

great update!
 
Lol At Tom and the Tampons! finally caught up again! I can't get this damn thing to E-mail me the updates for some damn reason!

I'm not here for a few chapters and Speed has done feel off the wagon again and almost killed poor little Steph!

Lori seems to have had her I want sex gear taken out of her head !

and people are falling from tall buildings and splattering on the pavement!

WTF!

Great updates Geni!
 
Thanks so much for the reviews. :adore:

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Miami Lab, Horatio's office, 1pm

Speed: *scratches head, staring at papers*

Anni: *steps in* Hey.

Speed: *lifts eyes* I'm busy.

Anni: That's what I've been hearing. You haven't gone home in 3 days.

Speed: I need to find Horatio. He's missing.

Anni: Well you aren't going to have much luck searching in the sauce. *walks over, sits on desk* Katie says you've been drinking.

Speed: *rubs forehead* Yeah.

Anni: You want to talk about it?

Speed: *shakes head* ...It's just too much. I'm running in a billion different directions. I can't take it anymore.

Anni: *nods* And you almost got your granddaughter killed.

Speed: I know. I know...Lori must hate me.

Anni: Unfortunately, she probably wasn't all that surprised.

Speed: No kidding.

Anni: You have a problem.

Speed: Yeah.

Anni: *hands over brochure*

Speed: *looks at brochure* What the hell is that?

Anni: Some of us have...pooled some money. It's on Miami Beach.

Speed: *angry sigh*

Anni: 90 days.

Speed: 90.

Anni: Mhm. *places hand on Speed's back* I think we both know you need it.

Speed: Apparently everyone else does too.

Anni: *smirks*

Speed: *nods* Okay.

Anni: YAY! *grabs Speed, hugs him*

Speed: *closes eyes*

Anni: *smiling* This is gonna be great. Aren't you excited?

Speed: No.

Anni: *sigh* I can't wait for you to go. OH! We have to pack your things. Let's go. *jumps up, grabs Speed's hand* C'mon.

Speed: *stands*

Condo, bedroom

Anni: *dumps clothes onto bed* Okay, you'll need this and this and this and OH! this too.

Speed: *sits on bed*

Anni: Huh...I think Lori told me mouthwash was a no-no.

Speed: *lifts head* You spoke to Lori?

Anni: This morning. When I sent her to go get Tom some decent clothes.

Speed: ...Can I speak to her before I go?

Anni: No, honey you can't. She doesn't want to be around this stuff, y'know? It's not good for her.

Speed: *lowers head*

Anni: *sits* ...Were you drinking after Brook was born?

Speed: *looks at Anni*

Anni: Tell me the truth.

Speed: ...*nods* ...Yes.

Anni: *sigh*

Speed: She's lucky to have Tom.

Anni: *wraps arms around Speed*

Speed: *lies head on Anni's shoulder*

Anni: You can make this better.

Speed: I hope so.

Biscayne Park, house, 3pm

Tom: *stares into mirror* This is less comfortable than my dress uniform.

Lori: *looks at Tom* You have a dress uniform?

Tom: ...Yes.

Lori: Right, okay. Well this is just as great. *brushes Tom's shoulders* You look sharp.

Tom: Thank you. I still feel like a dork though.

Lori: That's because something's off...hmm...*steps in front of Tom* look at me.

Tom: *looks at Lori*

Lori: *reaches up, runs fingers through Tom's hair*

Tom: *stares at Lori*

Lori: *smiles* There.

Tom: *clears throat* What?

Lori: A man's hair says a lot about him. Yours now says there's an air of mischievousness about you. Trust me, it's a lot more appealing.

Tom: ...To whom.

Lori: Women. But Anni, specifically. Now, you do know how to act at these things, right?

Tom: Do you?

Lori: Not really but I was just wondering if you had a clue.

Tom: As long as there's no dancing involved, I'll get through it.

Lori: *smile fades* Oh. No.

Tom: *lifts brows* There's dancing at these things?

Lori: It's a banquet, dear.

Tom: So?

Lori: So Anni's going to be wearing a ridiculously gorgeous dress and there's going to be incredibly beautiful music so you're almost 90% guaranteed to have to dance.

Tom: Great. No wonder why she didn't tell me.

Lori: It's no problem, I can teach you.

Tom: *laughs*

Lori: *stares at Tom*

Tom: *laughing*

Lori: *frowns*

Tom: *sighs, wipes eye* This is like the blind and deaf leading the blind and deaf.

Lori: I'm not as bad as you think. *yanks Tom's arm* Get over here.

Living room

Lori: *picks up remote, presses button*

Music starts to play

Lori: *looks at Tom* Now. *grabs Tom's arm* This hand stays in mine, slightly extended and this one...*takes Tom's hand*...rests gently on my-

Tom: *steps back* I don't think this is a good idea.

Lori: *pulls Tom closer* -lower back.

Tom: *looks around* I don't want to do this.

Lori: Too bad. I'm not sending you out there without at least some basic knowledge on dancing. Trust me, it's useful. Especially if you want to get laid at the end of the night.

Tom: *looks at Lori*

Lori: *rolls eyes* Well, it should appeal to most women. I don't see what the big deal is myself but differet strokes for different folks I guess.

30 minutes later

Lori: OW! Okay, I know it was an accident the first 20 times but now you're just doing it on purpose.

Tom: I'm confused as to who's supposed to be doing the leading here.

Lori: I am until you can learn to do it.

Tom: You won't let me.

Lori: That's because you barely move when I hand over the wheel. Look, this whole thing's about closeness and rhythm. You need to learn to move with the music. Feel it.

Tom: This is ridiculous.

Lori: Okay, forget about the music then. Concentrate on the intimacy and the comfort of your partner in your arms.

Tom: I don't think so.

Lori: Stop being a little bitch and do it!

Tom: I'm trying!

Lori: Try harder!

Tom: Why do I get the feeling you aren't like this with Scott?

Lori: Because Scott already knows how to do all this. Okay, let's try something simpler. *wraps arms around Tom's neck* Put your hands to my side.

Tom: *slides hands down*

Lori: *steps closer*

Tom: Couldn't you just teach me to square dance?

Lori: *smiles*

1 hour later

Lori: See? You're getting the hang of it.

Tom: Thanks.

Lori: This is nice. You're relaxed, confident, in control...it'll be smooth sailing with Anni.

Tom: *staring at Lori*

Lori: *lets go* And that means my work is done. Super! *steps back* I'll let you get all that stuff off until the big night. *walks away*

Tom: *blinks*

Kitchen

Lori: *opens purse, grabs keys*

Tom: *walks over*

Lori: You owe me for the tuxedo, by the way.

Tom: I wouldn't expect anything less.

Lori: Great. *smiles* Have fun.

Tom: I'll let you know how it goes.

Lori: *leaves*

Tom: *looks back*

TBC............................................
 
HAHAHHA! Tom doesn't how to act now that Lori can be near him with out attacking him or groping him everytime they are in the same room! Lol! I'm surprised he didn't try to kiss her to see how she would act! Poor Tom ! I guess his play mate is gone now! I guess he'll really have to be married to Anni!

Well I'm glad Speed is going to rehab! So will he be stuck in the celebrity rehab with DR. Drew and the gang! Lol! that would be funny! he could room with Gary Busy and Jeff Conaway and they can all beat each other up and argue ! lol!

Great update Geni!
 
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