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Sacrifices	By : Jetredgirl Category: G through L > Labyrinth Views: 9590 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The phone rang, waking Sarah out of a sound sleep. She looked at the clock, 9:34.
"Ugh." She grabbed the phone up and tried to sound minimally lucid. "Hello?"
"Hey Sarah, it's me." A rather contrite Danny replied.
"Oh. Hi." She sat up and stretched. "What's going on?"
"O'Donnell wanted me to call and let you know, everything is clear to go back to work today. He expects everyone here after lunch."
"Alright." She answered. She really needed to get more sleep. Right now, coffee and lots of it were needed.
Danny continued. "Sarah..I'm sorry. I shouldn't have gotten so mad. He seems nice. Rather full of himself, but nice."
"What..oh. Yeah. It's fine. I understand. All is forgiven." She was trying not yawn.
"So, are you two engaged or something?" He asked.
Sarah thought she should answer that rather carefully. "Not really. Maybe we..I'm not sure yet." She answered.
"Alright, Well, I'll see ya later, Sar." Then a click and dial tone.
Odd, Sarah thought. She was grateful he apologized, otherwise working with him would be awkward.
She forced herself to out of bed. A quick shower and clean clothes, and she left her room to get a cup of coffee the size of her head and get to the worksite.
She had to talk O'Donnell into letting her work on his group, near where they had found Jareth's formers selfs' bones.
She needed to find that stone before anyone else.
When Sarah arrived the work site was abuzz with activity, everyone happy to be back to work.
She immediately went to the tent where those bones lay in their protective bag. No one was around so she opened it. She found herself unable to stay away.
"What am I going to do with you?" She whispered.
"Talking to the bones again?" Danny walked up beside her, grinning. "You are bit obsessed with this old guy."
"Yeah.. I guess so. He is fascinating." She answered quickly. "I feel like I know him, somehow."
"You are an odd one. Maybe it's the company you keep." He said a little too sharply. "It puzzles me, That when we were on college you never mentioned this Jay guy. Plus you went out with a couple of other men at that time too."
"I knew him before college. Met him in in high school. I mean I was in high school he wasn't. Obviously." Sarah answered. She was really getting tired of explaining herself and her relationship with Jareth to Danny.
She closed the bag and went to leave the tent, but Danny grabbed her and pulled her back. "That guy was hitting on a high school girl? That's fuckin' weird Sarah. He sounds dangerous."
She snatched her arm away. "He is not dangerous. Not to me anyway. He would never hurt me, and don't ever talk about him that way. Keep your hands off of me and don't jerk me around. You are asking for more trouble that you would be able to handle."
Danny put his hands up. "Hey..sorry. Wasn't trying to do anything, just saying."
Sarah felt the air around her darken once more. He was watching silently, waiting.
Danny seemed to sense something was amiss. He ran his hands over his arms. "Man it just got cold in here. Do you feel it? Maybe it's haunted by the ghosts of these bones."
Sarah laughed. If he only knew. "No, there are no ghosts here. I need to go talk to O'Donnell. See you later."
She was out of the tent before Danny could say another word.
The young archaeologist walked over to the bag holding the body Sarah was so fascinated with. "For an old dead guy, you are sure getting a lot of play. Guess Sarah is into old men. Hopefully I can change her mind, huh?"
Danny went to leave and something jerked him back by the neck. Next thing he knew he was laying on the ground staring at the top of the tent. "What the hell..?" He swore he heard a deep chuckle nearby.
The hairs on his neck rose, so he got to his feet and left the tent, rattled.

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"Professor may I speak with you?" Sarah said to the older man digging a trench.
He look up and practically rolled his eyes. "Yes Ms. Williams?"
"I was wondering if I could work with you and your team. I would really like to learn and you re so experienced, it would be so beneficial if I could watch you work."
She had decided to attempt flattering him an might be her only shot.
"Miss Williams, you are a competent archaeologist, and a hard worker, but I am just not certain you are right for my immediate team. You seem..flighty." He leaned on his shovel.
"Please, Professor O'Donnell it's the best way I know to move forward. To get the experience I need."
She watched him ponder her words. "Alright. I'll give you a shot. One mistake and you're back to searching dirt patches for pottery shards, right?"
Sarah nodded enthusiastically, though inwardly thinking she would like to smack the man. What an ass.
"Take some tools and go work at the other end of the pit. I need that area that caved in cleared." He pointed.
"What are we looking for exactly..do you know?" She asked innocently.
"I'm not sure yet." He told her. "Not that I believe that nonsense, but these bodies, these artifacts, may be connected to the legend of the Tuatha de Danaan."
Sarah paused. Jareth had never mentioned that his people were called that, but maybe they were the stories the legends were based upon. interesting she never connected the two until now.
"Well are you going or not?" O'Donnell barked.
"Yes, sorry." She grabbed tools and climbed down into the pit, gingerly wove her way through the other workers' areas, and got to work.
She worked until almost dark, taking shovels full of earth and sifting them with the sifter and with her fingers. She gently removed anything that looked like it might something other than dirt or rocks, to be examined more closely later.
When she was done she was sweaty and filthy, and had not seen a sign of any stone.
Another body was found across the pit not far from where Jareth's had been found. from listening to the chatter, it was a female and again suspected to be royal. Sarah wondered if it was Jareth's sister. She went to see and even from several feet away could see extensive damage to the bones that was not present in the others. Her fingers itched to examine them.
When she hauled herself into her room at the inn, Jareth was waiting for her. "You look like hell." He said first thing.
"Thanks, way to make me feel great." She replied. Irritated. She knew she was simply overtired, but couldn't help it. "I'm going to take a long hot shower." She grabbed her pajama pants and a tank top and disappeared into the bathroom.
When she came out she felt much better. Though she wasn't happy to see Jareth had once again commandeered her book and was reading it and grinning.
"You are too damn nosy." She told him as she walked by and snatched out of his hands.
"Merely amusing myself. This Lady Beatrice, she is quite the vixen. I am curious what a "throbbing wand of love" this pirate wields is about."
Sarah blushed. "I told you it was just to help me sleep. Besides, I am pretty sure you know what that is. Considering how tight your pants are."
Jareth's laugh was loud at that, his head tipping back against the headboard. "Oh Sarah. Have you been looking? I'm flattered."
"Jareth anyone who has eyes is looking. I got quite a preview against my thigh last night." She pointed out.
He got up off of the bed and walked over to her as she brushed her hair. Taking it from her, he began brushing it. He was surprisingly gentle. Working each damp snarl out with his fingers before brushing through it.
"Play your cards right, and you can feel it in a far more intimate place than your thigh." He leaned in and teased, meeting her eyes in the mirror, noting her blush increased a great deal.
Sarah felt herself get hot and her body responded to his sensual words. So she decided to change the subject. "Jareth, what is the Tuatha de Danann to your people?"
He stopped a moment, then started again. "I had wondered if you would ever ask about that name. It was not what we called ourselves. We simply call our people The Kin. Over thousands of years, with the remnants of stories passing down, it is a name someone came up with. We had no real race as you humans separate yourselves into. We just *were* period. Humans gave us these names, Tuatha, Fae, Aes Sidhe. Danu was never a goddess. She is an incredibly powerful woman, but not a goddess. In your world a demi-goddess perhaps. As she is now immortal and is the most potent magic weaver among my people to still live."
She looked up and watched him in the mirror."You know her?"
He sat the brush down and moved to sit next to her leaning against the desk. "She is my mother. I am her youngest son."
Sarah couldn't help it, she was truly shocked. "You have got to be fucking kidding me." Sarah marvelled at what he just told her. Talk about dropping a bomb! She thought.
"I assure you I'm not. She knows of you, too. You have made quite an impression in the underground. Someday I hope you can meet her."
"I..uh..okay. Wow." Sarah replied. She figured she probably sounded like an idiot. Then she remembered what she wanted to tell him.
"Jareth, I think they found your sister today. I thought you should know, in case you see. I don't want you to be surprised."
Jareth's head bowed forward and he spoke in a language she couldn't quite understand, traces of Gaelic but something more, it lilted and flowed like a song. When he looked up, she saw his eyes were red and unshed tears dwelled in the corners of his eyes. He moved a hand over his eyes and blinked them back.
She put a hand on his leg and squeezed, "I'm sorry. To everyone else she is a just a pile of ancient bones to be studied. To you, she is family. I wish there was something I could do."
He nodded. "Her name was Laoise. She was a true beauty, so kind and gentle. Of all of us she should have been the least likely to be chased down like an animal and butchered. That is what they did. The beat her, raped her, speared her, and cut her open. You see, Laoise was with child. She had met a human and loved him dearly. He tried to protect her but he was killed first. They took the child from her womb, killed him, and left him at the door of our family home. We followed the blood trail and found her. She did not deserve such an end."
"Oh God." Sarah was horrified. She stood and put her arms around Jareth, laying her head on his shoulder and cried for the poor woman. "I cannot imagine."
He laid one hand over hers. "That was the day we decided we had to leave. That if a woman such as her could be so viciously dispatched and left in the woods to rot, there was no more safety for us."
They stayed in that position for a while longer, both lost in their thoughts.
Sarah yawned and Jareth straightened, moving away. "You should sleep. I know you have not been getting proper rest. I will leave you now." He made to go.
"Jareth wait." Sarah replied. He turned back."If you don't have anywhere you have to be, would you stay with me? Just until I fall asleep. I wouldn't mind the company."
She took his hand and led him to the bed. she climbed under the covers and patted the mattress next to her.
He agreed and took off his boots, laying down next to her and spooning her body. The blankets between them.
She kissed his cheek and snuggled into his arms. "Night Jareth." In a few minutes she was sound asleep. He laid there for a while, wondering if he should go or stay.
He conjured up a crystal and checked his kingdom, seeing most of the goblins passed out drunk on goblin ale. "I suppose a few hours would not matter." He said. pulling her warm body closer, Jareth too, was soon slumbering comfortably.

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Her heart raced as she ran through the dark woods, angry voices growing closer, too close. Her tears at watching her betrothed struck down almost blinding her.
If I can only make it home, I will be safe. Her brain reasoned. There, her family could protect her. She should never have left her family to live with Garrick no matter how much she adored him. She should have insisted he move in with her family.
Her feet were blistered and burning, the rough ground making them raw. They bled she knew but she could not stop. Her lungs screamed for breath.
Because she could not see, she tripped and fell, her ankle snapping. She crawled until her hands were as bloody as her feet.
It was no use. Within minutes they were upon her.
They beat her face, her body. They ripped her cotton shift from her to reveal her pale skin, leering and poking at her. Saying crude things.
She screamed as the first one took her, using her broken bleeding body as she screamed for her brothers..for her mother.
Then he was done and another was upon her, inside her, having no care, bruising her most sensitive flesh. Then another and another. until she was barely conscious from the rapes and blows of their fists and weapons.
She thought it was over, they would go away. They did not. A searing pain worse than anything she had ever known began under her breasts as the cut into her, opening her, tearing out her child from her womb, showing him to her as she lay bleeding and dying.
Mercifully a hand with a knife in it appeared and drew it deep across her throat, the pain began to numb as the darkness nibbled away at her sight..and she knew no more...

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Sarah screamed.
Jareth was awake instantly. Alert and seeking out the danger as he held onto the writhing whimpering woman next to him.
"Let me go! Please.. stop! Don't!" She pleaded "God don't kill me!"
Jareth sensed nothing in the room. He turned his attention to Sarah and held her down trying to get her to awaken from her nightmare.
"Sarah. Sarah! Wake!" He commanded. Her struggling slowed and stopped. She lay there panting, the glaze over her eyes clearing.
"Oh God.." She looked up at the man sitting practically on top of her, and burst out crying.
There was a knock on the door. "Miss? Miss? What happened? Do I need to call the police?"
Jareth moved off of her and she sat up, trying to think. "No..." She was still trying to gather herself.
"I don't think he can hear you." Jareth whispered. There was another knock.
Sarah practically lept off the bed and went to the door unlocking it but leaving the chain on, cracking it open to see the faces of the elderly man and his wife who had the room across the hall. "I am so sorry." Her voice cracked. She cleared her throat. "I had a nightmare. My..um..fiance is here and I'm okay. We watched a scary movie tonight and I guess I shouldn't have." She tried to appear appropriately contrite.
"Oh thank The Good Lord, young lady. We were so worried." The woman said. "I thought you were alone?"
Jareth was there before she could say anything further, he had glamoured himself again to look like a very sexy, disheveled human dressed in only pajama bottoms. He closed the door and unchained it then opened it fully to reveal both of them.
"I apologize Sir and Madam, I told her not to watch the frightening film but she did. Next thing I know she was screaming in my ear." He smiled at them. "I'm Jay. I came to visit my dear Sarah and keep her company for a few days." He stuck out his hand to the man who slowly took it and gave it a shake. He then took the elderly woman's hand and bowed over it, kissing her knuckles.
The woman blushed at the handsome shirtless man holding her hand in his. "Well fine fine. Young girl alone, we got worried. You know how it is."
He let go her hand and took a step back from the doorway, snaking a hand around Sarah's waist in a possessive gesture. "I do. I am grateful such a lovely couple is here looking out for my beloved. Have a good night."
"Goodnight." The couple said together as Jareth closed the door.
Sarah looked it and turned to him. "I'm so sorry. I thought you were leaving though."
"I chose to stay and I too fell asleep. It is still dark." He pointed out.
They both looked at the clock. 2:25am.
Sarah turned the light off and crawled back into bed. "Are staying or going?"
"Would you like me to stay?" He asked. She nodded. "Will you tell me about it?"
He lay down on his back and she turned and curled into him. This surprised him but he wrapped an arm around her.
"I was running. Being chased..then..they found me, hurt me. I think..I think I saw what happened to your sister. I don't know why but I did. I hope I wasn't her in another life or something."
He hugged her. "You are not a reincarnation of Laoise, Sarah. That is not possible. The Kin did not reincarnate. When we crossed to The Summerlands it was for good. "
"But what about..you know dying and getting new bodies in another world?" Sarah was puzzled.
"Fair point." He answered. "It is an altogether different process, one aided by magic only 3 of my people can weave. Myself, my mother, and another. At that time that magic was not in place. She died early in the purges."
"It was awful Jareth..just..the scenes flashing in her mind again. She started trembling. "I wish it would get out of my head."
Her eyes filled with tears again as she thought of it.
Sarah felt herself being shifted so that she sat across Jareth. Her head on his chest, legs tucked neatly on the other side of him. His other hand coming to rest on her hip that was facing away from him so she would not slide.
"I know, love, I know." He said, pressing his lips to her forehead. "Maybe I have told you too much. You seem to be something of an empath. You should not be taking on these feelings and images in your head."
She looked up at him and touched his face, tracing his cheekbone. His eyes were hooded, as he looked at her. 'Sarah.." He meant it as a warning, but it came out a plea.
He bent his head and kissed her. Sarah moaned and kissed him back, curling a hand around his the back of his neck, encouraging him to continue.
The kisses changed from soft and yearning, to passionate. Once again Sarah was on her back, Jareth partially on top of her.
This time when she tilted her face up, it was to give him access to her neck. He took it gladly, using the tip of his tongue trace her jawline over to her ear, and suckling her earlobe.
His hand crept under her tank top. His long fingers touching her bare stomach, moving to just under her breasts, waiting for a sign to continue.
He had changed back to himself but kept the pajama pants. As he pressed against her thigh she could tell he wore no undergarments and was quite aroused by their fervent kissing.
"Jareth I.." She began, unsure of what to say.
He stopped and looked at her. "Do you wish to stop?" He asked. "I will only go as far as you want me to."
Sarah ran her hands over his warm silky skin. His was chest smooth and lightly toned. While he was slender, she knew he was quite strong. Far stronger than any human several times his size.
She picked up his hand and looked at it. She had forgotten he was rarely without gloves until this moment. She took the opportunity to trace his long tapered fingers with hers. She turned his hand over and lifted to her lips, kissing his palm. "You have musician's hands. They are beautiful. Of course they are. Like you."
She put her palm to his and he threaded his fingers through hers. Watching her and wondering what she was thinking.
She watched him as he held her hand against his chest reverently. He just waited not moving. The way he looked at her, like she was the most beautiful thing in the world made her heart beat faster.
She should not be doing this. She should shove him away, and keep him at arm's length. If she did this, there would be no going back.
She didn't stop him. She once again pressed her hand against his neck, and he complied, kissing her again and again. "I don't want to stop. This is all I've ever wanted since I was 15." She told him. He kissed her face, her neck, her chest.
She urged him to sit up and she pulled her tank top over her head, leaving her bare from the waist. His eyes shifted to almost black as he looked at her. "You are beautiful. You always have been. An attractive woman child has grown to become a stunning woman."
He cupped her breasts, thumbs rubbing over her nipples. Her back arched slightly and she gasped as he touched her sensitive flesh. He lay his head between them, listening to her racing heart. He closed his eyes and enjoyed her closeness a moment before resuming his explorations.
He suckled her taut peaks one at a time, watching her face as he gave her pleasure. She was so wonderfully vibrant, so much passion.
He pushed her bottoms down and Sarah tilted her hips up so that he could slide them down, taking her panties with them. He threw them aside and sat back on his knees.
"Gods, Sarah. If you only knew how much..."
She sat up and pressed her fingers to his mouth. "No. I don't want to just talk about it anymore. I need you."
She scooted closer and untied the string on his pants reaching inside and grabbing his behind.
"Damn. You have a nice ass." She smiled up at him. "You always have. I never forgot that."
He laughed and caressed her face. "Why thank you, precious." He leaned down and kissed her. "I quite enjoy yours as well."
He watched as her soft full mouth moved downward to his chest, nibbling at his small pink nipples, hearing his breath catch and a soft moan.
She kept going. She loved how his hips curved to his flat abdomen, and downward. He had a small trail of fine pale hair that began at his belly button(she briefly pondered why a body created with magic would have one, but shrugged it off as his body being an exact duplicate of his former self) and disappeared under his pants. She pushed them down and followed the path with her mouth. She didn't push them all the way down, so she could tease him with her tongue.
She looked up to see his head tipped back, his eyes closed. This made her happy.
She gave in and slid the bottoms all the way down to where his knees were bent, and freed his erect cock. It was as beautiful as he.
Flicking her eyes up, she saw he was watching her as he stroked her head, face and shoulders.
She took him in her hands, her fingers running over the tip of the shaft.. The skin there was soft, but he was as hard as a rock. His breath and heartbeat quickening.
She took him in her mouth and he groaned loudly. His hands running through her hair. "Sarah..you're driving me insane with want of you." He told her.
When she looked up again, he was still watching her as she sucked and licked him. She winked at him as she worked him.
"Wench." He said, his voice low and raspy.
She hummed her pleasure as she continued, and noticed he was trembling in restraint. His hips moving back and forth with her mouth. She took her mouth off to speak. "Don't hold back, Jareth. I want to taste you, to please you."
Her words worked further to arouse him and she didn't think it possible but he got even harder. He was close. His erection was throbbing in her mouth, the tip turning red.
A few more movements of her mouth and his hips thrust violently forward. With a groan he emptied himself onto her tongue, grunting with each thrust and saying her name. She took all he gave her, then gently cleaned him as he looked back down and watched her pink tongue running over him, as she smiled into his eyes, satisfied she gave him pleasure.
He pulled her up and practically threw her backwards on the bed kissing her with abandon. "Sarah..you are a goddess. How I adore you." He murmured in between kisses.
He kissed down her body and spread her thighs, burying his face in her damp heat. "Your taste is so sweet. I knew it would be. Already I am addicted." He said as he made love to her with his mouth. His tongue probing between her folds and flicking at her bud, then down to her opening and inside. He continued making this path finding her most sensitive spots and focusing in on them.
Sarah grabbed the headboard as he pleasured her. She gasped and moaned, arching and pushing her body upward to meet his talented mouth. After a few minutes he focused on her clit, sucking it into his mouth and rolling it with his tongue. All the time he was watching her face. He slid two fingers into her and finding her most sensitive spot, rubbed it and pushed.
Sarah's orgasm took over her body, she tried to keep from screaming so clamped her mouth shut, soft whimpering noises taking their place. Her body shook and felt electrified as waves of orgasmic bliss kept coming, slowly lessening. He returned the favor that she had done, lapping at her until she was spent, her body like a pool of jelly.
"Holy hell." She said when Jareth moved up to be face to face with her. "What have you done to me?"
"Enjoyed that did we?" He joked. She bent her neck forward to kiss him, tasting herself on his lips.
She felt him hard against her hip. "That was fast." She noted.
"I recover quickly. Watching you come for me was incredibly stimulating. I must do that often." He answered.
"You'll get no argument from me." She quipped.
He chuckled and kissed her again. "I expect not."
Sarah sat up and pushed him on his back and straddled him, rubbing her soaked sex as against his hard flesh. "Do you mind? I always pictured myself on top, with you. That was always my favorite fantasy." her fingers drew circles on the warm skin of his chest.
He grinned. "I am your slave, Sarah." She reached back and took him in her hand, then slid over him. She seated herself completely with him deep inside, as far as he could go.
Sarah gasped at the sensation of being so stretched and full. She paused for a moment, letting her body adjust to his girth.
He moaned at the feeling of being tightly wedged inside of her warm body. She squeezed her muscles and he groaned her name.
"You are so damn tight woman. Like a glove. A perfect fit." he said to her. He ran his fingers over her breasts lightly pinching her nipples.
Sarah began to move. She rocked her hips forward and back, then wiggled against him. He grabbed her hips to support her movements. She leaned forward and spread her legs as far as she could on either side of his hips, supporting herself with her knees and hands so she could get maximum penetration and movement.
She started rocking more vigorously, the friction causing amazing ripple of pleasure to occur inside of her, moving outward. She positioned herself so with every downward thrust of her body, he was hitting that place inside that made her whole body shake.
Jareth leaned up far enough to suck on her breasts adding to her bliss. He was nowhere near still, his body thrusting up to meet hers. His hands grabbing on to her behind and giving her strokes even more power.
Sarah felt the edge of her climax approach. She cried out as she leaned backwards, her hands on his thighs, letting go and riding him all the way through it. When she came down from her peak, she laid on top of him and rubbed her face oh his smooth skin.
He cradled her head against his chest and rolled her, never dislodging himself from her warmth. "I'm not through with you yet." He told her as he pumped into her body.
"I have had my fantasies too." He pulled out momentarily and flipped her onto her belly, pulling her hips up until she was on her knees, then he was inside of her again his hands reaching around. He grabbed at one of her breasts, taking a nipple between thumb and forefinger and pulling at it, and the other going between her legs to rub her clit. "Scream my name, Sarah. I want my name on your lips when you come again for me. I want you to know and understand, that now you are mine alone." He growled into her ear. He nuzzled into her neck and nipped at the tender flesh there, biting down to mark her as his own.
His words, and the sting on her neck caused by his sharp teeth made her come undone, the orgasm it caused was the most powerful one yet. She felt like her body was completely unraveling and coming apart, then snapping back together and she could do nothing but let it happen. "Jareth!" She screamed. Just like he wanted.
She felt him throb and twitch then felt him spill himself deep within her body, his thrusts becoming irregular as his climax overtook him. He moaned into her neck. "Gods..Sarah.." He purred. Making her body hum.
Sarah fell forward onto the bed as her body relaxed. She felt him slip from her body and lay next to her. They were both panting heavily from their lovemaking.
After a few minutes she turned her head. "I hope...the neighbors...don't come back." She said between deep breaths trying to even out her breathing. A smile playing over her lips as their eyes met.
He smiled, then started snickering. The laugh got stronger and he rolled on his back, his body shaking.
Sarah turned and lay an arm over him, giggling along. His laugh was music to her ears. She snorted and it started him off again.
He reached out and stroked her face and shoulder."That would be rather inconvenient wouldn't it. Let us hope they think you had another nightmare."
They laughed together a few minutes longer and thankfully there was no knock on the door.
As dawn began to break, the rising sun found them asleep in each other's arms, content.
Outside, a dark figure who had heard the cries and screams of pleasure, his mind and heart raging at the dark haired woman. "Fucking human slut. She'll fucking pay." He said through gritted teeth.
He sped off on foot, wanting to not be there when the sun rose.
Whew! Okay :D Tiny Jareth(Sexy beast)&Sarah are lounging in the corner of my mind sharing a cigarette.
I don't know why, but the song "Lips Like Sugar" by Echo and the Bunnymen kept going through my head when writing this...maybe because I eat lots of candy when writing lemons. This one was fuel by Brach's pumpkin mallow cremes, a seasonal favorite. Bad for my diet but lovely for the rest of you if you like that sort of thing.
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