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If only I were she!

Isabella Rodriguez

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A Los Angeles Theatre Review: 'Just Like Us'

Launching the 40th anniversary season of Latino Theater Company is Just Like Us, a rather timely play written by Karen Zacarías, inspired by a bestselling book by Helen Thorpe, and directed by Fidel Gomez. While I had issues with the usage of the white reporter narrative that kept breaking the flow and that the play ended up being a bit too feel-good in its focus about undocumented immigrants,…

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Les Copains

Les Copains #lescopains #mariobandiera #minipull #perfettamentechic

Les Copains è un’azienda e un marchio di abbigliamento del prêt-à-porter italiano fondata nel 1958 da Mario Bandiera, fondatore e consigliere combattivo della Camera Nazionale della Moda Italiana, e da marzo 2022 il marchio viene acquisito da OVS. Les Copains nasce a Bologna da Mario Bandiera, detto Monsieur Les Copains, e il nome del brand è ispirato da un programma radiofonico francese…

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If only I were she!

Isabella Rodríguez

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WHO THE FUCK IS ISABELLA RODRIGUEZ???

And why the hell did I not watermark this fanart, fuck me.

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track 001. right where you left me

─── ❝ break-ups happen every day, you don't have to lose it ❞ ───

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dulceperez it's hell week and i'm struggling to cope

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isabellaperez never have i ever been more grateful for online school

↳ dulceperez we get it you travel for funsies and i get stuck with crippling student dept.

↳ isabellaperez what fucking debt? tio checo said he'd pay for your schooling!

↳ dulceperez alright then, i get the crippling student anxiety.

maejones you got this baby!

↳ dulceperez i really don’t! tell max to send the red bull i’m going to need it, i know you two are still besties!!

↳ maxverstappen1 did checo cut you off again?

↳ dulceperez YES!! SEND HELP!! SOS!!

louis_graham still can’t get over the fact that you know f1 drivers.

↳ dulceperez my uncle is an f1 driver?

↳ babs.rodriguez forget it lou, she won’t understand. she probably grew up around michael schumacher or something.

↳ isabellaperez well, you’re not wrong

mickschumacher if you die can i keep your couch?

↳ dulceperez what the fuck schumacher?

↳ mickschumacher it’s a very comfortable couch.

↳ freyavettel he’s right, it’s very comfortable. i’ve had some great fucking naps on it.

louis graham so the f1 drivers in your comments are just normal?

dulce perez pretty much, yeah

dulce perez we live in monaco, you're telling me you've never ran into like lewis or charles? hell nico lives in monaco.

barbara rodriguez never. louis graham nope.

dulce perez huh, it's not like monaco's that big. i run into my ex all the time. granted he's like best friends with my sister.

barbara rodriguez who the fuck is your ex? and why is your sister best friends with him? dulce perez because she can be? i'm not going to tell her "oh no isa, you can't be friends with arthur because we broke up." dulce perez they were friends way before we dated.

louis graham so his name is arthur? interesting, one look at your sister's instagram tells me that you dated the one and only arthur leclerc.

barbara rodriguez a leclerc? you dated a leclerc? and you let him get away?

dulce perez look, he was busy with racing and i was busy with school. it wasn't going to work out between us so we just broke up.

louis graham interesting how you two still follow each other.

dulce perez we're still friends. that wasn't going to change because we dated.

barbara rodriguez 9 times out of 10, people fall in love all over again.

dulce perez not me. i won't.

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low quality picture, high quality girl or some fucking corny shit like that. who the fuck gave this guy alcohol?

arthur leclerc does she have a boyfriend? who is he?

mae jones what is this nerd going on about?

isabella perez is this about my sister?

arthur leclerc forget i asked. isabella perez so it is about my sister.

mick schumacher is this about the guy on her story?

isabella perez that's just louis. one of her roomates. remember arthur? they became friends when she started school. arthur leclerc oh. yes. i remember.

freya vettel oh he's totally still in love with her.

lando norris honestly arthur just tell her. get it over with.

bailey winters i doubt you should be giving people advice.

lando norris oh seriously! we get it, i fucked up! isabella perez oh you royally fucked up norris.

lando norris oh be quiet isabella, how many times have you broken up with austin by now?

isabella perez my relationship has nothing to do with this! focus on arthur and my sister!

mick schumacher i can't believe i'm saying this, but how are freya and i the only ones that are mentally healthy??

isabella perez because arthur is stupid. mae is in denial about her feelings. i'm codependent. lando is a dumbass. bailey is collateral damage to lando's dumbassery. AND YOU'RE IN FUCKING DENIAL!! SO IS FREYA!!

freya vettel wow. can't wait for the day all of you are mentally healthy and in healthy relationships.

mae jones at this rate isabella's doomed to divorcing and remarrying austin like 7 times. isabella perez literally fuck you. stop writing songs about max!

bailey winters you're all insane.

arthur leclerc you are too bailey.

mae jones don't worry arthur. i know how to figure out if you'll be seeing her soon arthur leclerc oh no. that's not good.

mae jones odds of seeing dulce at the monaco gp this year?

dulce perez that depends am i allowed to take my emotional support idiots? isabella perez i thought i was your emotional support idiot? max verstappen ooh she's been replaced.

esteban ocon i think we're better off asking what are the odds charles finishes the race.

charles leclerc this is why you've never won a race bitch.

daniel ricciardo who the fuck are her emotional support idiots?

dulce perez my roomates

lando norris BOOO!! WE'RE YOUR EMOTIONAL SUPPORT IDIOTS!!

lewis hamilton you may be an idiot but i am not.

mae jones we're her emotional support chaos gremlins natalia ruiz that makes more sense.

max verstappen you should ask checo if you can bring your friends, not us.

dulce perez i did. he said yes. see all of you back in monaco. dulce perez i just have to ask them.

dulce perez thoughts on attending the monaco grand prix?

barbara rodriguez on my bucket list but currently too broke.

louis graham also on my bucket list but without means of going.

dulce perez i feel like we're forgetting that my uncle is literally an f1 driver??

louis graham SHUT THE FUCK UP!! TELL ME YOU DIDN'T?!! barbara rodriguez NO FUCKING WAY!! I KNEW GOING TO SCHOOL IN MONACO WOULD PAY OFF!!

dulce perez wow. way to use me.

louis graham listen, we love you. you're great. but attending the monaco grand prix is such a dream.

barbara rodriguez I GET TO MEET SIR LEWIS HAMILTON!! YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND HOW MUCH THIS MEANS TO ME!!

dulce perez we're going to support red bull not mercedes.

barbara rodriguez yeah but red bull doesn't have lewis hamilton does it?

louis graham personally, i will be supporting aston martin. wherever sebastian vettel is that is where i am.

dulce perez traitors both of you.

barbara rodriguez ARTHUR IS LITERALLY A FERRARI ACADEMY DRIVER! SHUT UP! YOU'RE THE BIGGEST TRAITOR OF ALL!!

dulce perez WHO THE FUCK TOLD YOU THAT?

louis graham we went stalker mode. we had to find out everything about leclerc.

barbara rodriguez he's a cutie. why the hell did you dump him?

dulce perez we are not talking about this.

louis graham BOOO!! AS THE CHILDREN SAY, SPILL THE TEA SIS!!

dulce perez no!

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who let me be here?? where is lewis hamilton??

holy shit!!

VAMOS TIO CHECO!!

pierre gasly soo...dulce

dulce perez before you ask no. pierre gasly like not even a little bit?

rowan todd why must you ask this, you idiot?

pierre gasly i'm an instigator

dulce perez the answer is no because he has a girlfriend, you moron.

charles leclerc but if he didn't have a girlfriend?

dulce perez you too?

charles leclerc ANSWER THE QUESTION PEREZ!

dulce perez no. not my type.

isabella perez ARTHUR! WHO WAS THE CUTE GUY ON THE PODIUM?! THE PREMA GUY!!

max verstappen SHE'S GOT A CRUSH! arthur leclerc oscar? isabella perez brb gonna go stalk his instagram.

freya vettel anyone is better than a*stin

arthur leclerc trust me when i say he's 100 times better than that guy.

mae jones WAIT! WHO'S YOUR TYPE DULCE??!

natalia ruiz perhaps monégasque? rhymes with shmarthur? dulce perez you people are insufferable. daniel ricciardo THAT WASN'T A NO!

mick schumacher arthur just probably let out the biggest sigh of his life.

arthur leclerc at least i'm not in denial about my feelings. mick schumacher HEY! WE'RE NOT TALKING ABOUT ME! AND YOU SHUT YOUR MOUTH LECLERC!!

sebastian vettel i should consider retirement. that would mean i wouldn't have to deal with this.

fernando alonso i retired and they didn't let me leave. there is no hope for us.

lewis hamilton i told you that your biggest mistake would be showing weakness to max.

max verstappen YOU'RE THE ONE WHO COMFORTED ME FIRST! NOT SEB! lewis hamilton oh sure, i was just supposed to leave a kid out, crying in the rain because his girlfriend had just broken up with him? mae jones sorry, what?

daphne jones idiots, all of you

esteban ocon how's that hidden relationship going for you daphne? daniel ricciardo it's not our fault they haven't figured it out yet, now is it? lewis hamilton and i'm currently in the lead to win this bet so zip it ocon.

isabella perez GUYS! CUTE PREMA GUY IS SINGLE!!

lance stroll at least one thing is still normal around here.

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¡leclerc-s speaks! and thus it begins! okay, listen, i love ross, for story purposes he younger than he actually is. idc what anyone says. i don't if i like this 100% but i'm still posting it.

¡disclaimer! this is in no way making assumptions about the people involved in this story, this is all fake. it is a fanfiction please don't take any of what is said seriously. this is all for entertainment purposes and as a creative outlet for me. enjoy!

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Some stats going into last 2 regional weekends

Could 3rd win at Jump Honolulu:

Soleil Lynch, Isabella Lynch, Haley Bertino

Could get 3rd win at Nuvo Miami

Anita Rodriguez, Lily Hackney, Mika Takase, Tristan Jones, Avril Mendez,Leah Cabballero, Kylee Casares, Leilani Lawlor, Amaya Rodriguez, Nicholas Bustos, georgia Beth Peters, Paula Marijuan

Could get 4th win at Nuvo Miami

Rylie Borden, Desa Jankes

Could get all 3rd win at 24Seven Houston

Peyton Root,JoeRuben Garcia, Remy Schwalb, Ella Venerio, Hannah Fogel, Athena Cato, Maliah Howard

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THE DANCE AWARDS LAS VEGAS 2024

SENIOR SOLOS:

1st Isabella Lynch - DANCEOLOGY JP!

2nd Keira Redpath - LARKIN JP!

3rd Cameron Kennedy - LINDA DOBBINS JP!

4th Hudson Pletcher - PRODIGY JP!

5th Drew Rosen - DANCEOLOGY JP!

5th Caleb Abea - LARKIN JP!

5th Ayla Rodriguez - ARTISTIC FUSION JP!

5th Eric Barker - LARKIN JP!

6th Anamaria Zertuche - MARIES JP!

6th Lilly Hale - ACADEMY OF NV BALLET JP!

6th Caroline Skrable - DANCEOLOGY JP!

7th Brielle McCoy - KIM MASSAY JP!

8th Emma Donnelly - DANCEOLOGY JP!

9th Cecelia Thielen - LARKIN JP!

9th Alexis Leistner - EXPRESSENZ JP!

9th Isabella Jarvis - LARKIN JP!

9th Jenna Kryder - EXPRESSENZ JP!

10th Lola Iglesias - MLDA JP!

OPEN SOLOS:

1st Brandon Torres - DANCE ACADEMY MONTERREY JP!

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50 SHADES OF FUCKED UP | CH.4

TRIGGER WARNINGS!: TOXIC RELATIONSHIP, reader is kind of a bimbo, heavily detailed smut, basically porn, loss of virginity, harsh language, anger issues, stalking, obsession, jealousy, controlling behaviour, DOM-SUB themes, BDSM Expand considered to be portrayed with incorrect/poor etiquette, emotional abuse, physical abuse, sexual abuse/assault, statutory rape.

EXTRAS: Vomiting, alcohol !

Tell me if I missed anything...( As you can see most of the warnings will appear in future chapters. )

I apologize for any grammar mistakes...

Y/L/N: Your Last Name

Y/N/N: Your Nickname

Y/M/N: Your Middle Name

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*𝙔𝙊𝙐𝙍 𝙋𝙊𝙑*

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𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊, 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐃 concrete of the garage with its bleak fluorescent light, I speed towards Bella's car getting inside as if someone was chasing me.

What was I thinking? Unbidden and unwelcome incoming tears make my eyes water.

Why am I crying? I sink to the ground, angry at myself for this senseless reaction. I hide my face in my hands and wipe a stray tear off my cheek.

That is so embarrassing. I embarrassed myself out there thinking that we were going to kiss. I'm so stupid, being sad of something I never had. How ridiculous. Something that never was – my dashed hopes, dashed dreams, and my soured expectations.

I have never been on the receiving end of rejection. Okay… so I was always one of the last to be picked for basketball or volleyball – but I understood that – running and doing something else at the same time like bouncing or throwing a ball is not my thing. I am a serious liability in any sporting field.

Romantically, though, I’ve never put myself out there, ever. A lifetime of insecurity – I’m too pale, too skinny, too scruffy, uncoordinated, my long list of faults goes on. So I have always been the one to rebuff any would be admirers. There was that guy in my chemistry class who liked me, but no one has ever sparked my interest – no one except Christian damn Grey.

Maybe I should be kinder to the likes of Paul Clayton and José Rodriguez, though I’m sure neither of them have been found like me inside their car in a dark parking lot.

I should go home, do my studying. Forget about him and stop all this self-pitying, crap!!!

I take a deep, steadying breath and start the engine. I will not think of him again. I can just chalk this incident up to experience and concentrate on my exams.

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Bella is sitting at the dining table at her laptop when I arrive. Her welcoming smile fades when she sees me.

“Y/N/N what’s wrong?”

Oh no… not the Isabella Clark Inquisition. I shake my head at her in a back-off now Bella way – but I might as well be dealing with a blind, deaf mute.

“You’ve been crying,” she has an exceptional gift for stating the damned obvious sometimes. “What did that bastard do to you?” she growls, and her face – jeez, she’s scary.

“Nothing Bella.” That’s actually the problem. The thought brings a wry smile to my face.

“Then why have you been crying? You never cry,” she says, her voice softening. She stands, her green eyes brimming with concern. She puts her arms around me and hugs me.

I need to say something just to get her to back off. “I was nearly knocked over by a cyclist.” It’s the best that I can do, but it distracts her momentarily from… him.

“Jeez Y/N/N – are you okay? Were you hurt?” She holds me at arm’s length and does a quick visual check-up on me.

“No. Christian saved me,” I whisper. “But I was quite shaken.”

“I’m not surprised. How was coffee? I know you hate coffee.”

“I had tea. It was fine, nothing to report really. I don’t know why he asked me.”

“He likes you Y/N/N.” She drops her arms.

“Not anymore. I won’t be seeing him again.” Yes, I manage to sound matter of fact.

“Oh?”

Shit. She’s intrigued. I head into the kitchen so that she can’t see my face.

“Yeah… he’s a little out of my league Bella,” I say as dryly as I can manage.

“What do you mean?”

“Oh Bella, it’s obvious.” I whirl round and face her as she stands in the kitchen doorway.

“Not to me,” she says. “Okay, he’s got more money than you, but then he has more money than most people in America!”

“Bella he’s– ” I shrug.

“Y/N! For heaven’s sake – how many times must I tell you? You’re a total babe,” she interrupts me. She’s off on this tirade again.

“Bella, please. I need to study.” I cut her short. She frowns.

“Do you want to see the article? It’s finished. José took some great pictures.”

Do I need a visual reminder of the beautiful Christian I-don’t-want-you Grey?

“Sure,” I magic a smile on to my face and stroll over to the laptop. And there he is, staring at me in black and white, staring at me and finding me lacking.

I pretend to read the article, all the time meeting his steady gray gaze, searching the photo for some clue as to why he’s not the man for me – his own words to me. And it’s suddenly, blindingly obvious. He’s too gloriously good-looking. We are poles apart and from two very different worlds. His words make sense. He’s not the man for me.

This is what he meant, and it makes his rejection easier to accept… almost. I can live with this. I understand.

“Very good Bella,” I manage. “I’m going to study.” I am not going to think about him again for now, I vow to myself, and opening my revision notes, I start to read.

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It’s only when I’m in bed, trying to sleep, that I allow my thoughts to drift through my strange morning. I keep coming back to the ‘I don’t do the girlfriend thing’ quote, and I’m angry that I didn’t pounce on this information sooner, when I was in his arms mentally begging him with every fiber of my being to kiss me. He’d said it there and then. He didn’t want me as a girlfriend. I turn on to my side.

Idly, I wonder if perhaps he’s celibate? I close my eyes and begin to drift. Maybe he’s saving himself.

Well not for you, my sleepy subconscious has a final swipe at me before unleashing itself on my dreams.

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I put my pen down. Finished. My final exam is over. I feel the Cheshire cat grin spread over my face.

It’s Friday, and we'll be celebrating tonight, really celebrating. I might even get drunk! I’ve never been drunk before. I glance across the sports hall at Bella, and she’s still scribbling furiously, five minutes to the end. This is it, the end of my academic career.

I shall never have to sit in rows of anxious, isolated students again. Inside I’m doing graceful cartwheels around my head, knowing full well that’s the only place I can do graceful cartwheels.

Bella stops writing and puts her pen down. She glances across at me, and I catch her sly smile too.

We head back to our apartment together in her Mercedes, refusing to discuss our final paper. Bella is more concerned about what she’s going to wear to the bar this evening. I am busily fishing around in my purse for my keys.

“Y/N/N, there’s a package for you.” Bella is standing on the steps up to the front door holding a brown paper parcel. Odd. I haven’t ordered anything from Amazon recently. Bella gives me the parcel and takes my keys to open the front door.

It’s addressed to Miss Y/N Y/L/N. There’s no sender’s address or name. Perhaps it’s from my mom or Ray.

“It’s probably from my mom or dad.”

“Open it!” Bella is excited as she heads into the kitchen for our ‘Exams are finished celebration Champagne’.

I open the parcel, and inside I find a half leather box containing three seemingly identical old cloth-covered books in mint condition and a plain white card. Written on one side, in black ink in neat cursive handwriting, is:

Why didn't you tell me there was danger? Why didn't you warn me?

Ladies know what to guard against, because they read novels that tell them of these trisks...

I recognize the quote from Tess. I am stunned by the irony as I’ve just spent three hours writing about the novels of Thomas Hardy in my final examination. Perhaps there is no irony… perhaps it’s deliberate.

I inspect the books closely, three volumes of Tess of the D’Urbervilles. I open the front cover. Written in an old typeface on the front plate is:

‘London: Jack R. Osgood, McIlvaine and Co., 1891.’

Holy fuck - they are first editions. They must be worth a fortune, and I know immediately who’s sent them. Bella is at my shoulder gazing at the books. She picks up the card.

“First Editions,” I whisper.

“No way...” Bella’s eyes are wide with disbelief. “Grey?”

I nod. “Can’t think of anyone else.”

“What does this card mean?”

“I have no idea. I think it’s a warning – honestly he keeps warning me off. I have no idea why. It’s not like I’m beating his door down.” I frown.

“I know you don’t want to talk about him, Y/N/N, but he’s seriously into you. Warnings or no.”

I have not let myself dwell on Christian Grey for the past week. Okay…I know it will take an eternity to expunge the feel of his arms around me and his wonderful fragrance from my brain. Why has he sent me this?

He told me that I wasn’t for him.

“I’ve found one Tess first edition for sale in New York at $14,000. But yours looks in much better condition. They must have cost more.” Bella is consulting her good friend Google.

“This quote – Tess says it to her mother after Alec D’Urberville has had his wicked way with her.”

“I know,” muses Bella. “What is he trying to say?”

“I don’t know, and I don’t care. I can’t accept these from him. I’ll send them back with an equally baffling quote from some obscure part of the book.”

“The bit where Angel Clare says fuck off?” Bella asks with a completely straight face.

“Yes, that bit.” I giggle. I love Bella, she’s so loyal and supportive. I repack the books and leave them on the dining table. She hands me a glass of champagne.

“To the end of exams and our new life in Seattle,” she grins.

“To the end of exams, our new life in Seattle, and excellent results.” We clink glasses and drink.

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The bar is loud and hectic, full of soon to be graduates out to get trashed. José joins us. He won’t graduate for another year, but he’s in the mood to party and gets us into the spirit of our newfound freedom by buying a pitcher of margaritas for us all.

As I down my fifth, I know this is not a good idea on top of the champagne.

“So what now Y/N/N?” José shouts at me over the noise.

“Bella and I are moving to Seattle. Her parents have bought a condo there for her.”

“But you’ll be back for my show, right?”

“Of course, José, I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” I smile, and he puts his arm around my waist and pulls me close.

“It means a lot to me that you’ll be there Y/N/N,” he whispers in my ear. “Another margarita?”

“José Luis Rodriguez – are you trying to get me drunk? Because I think it’s working.” I giggle. “I think I’d better have a beer. I’ll go get us a pitcher.”

“More drinks, Y/N/N!” Bella bellows.

Bella has the constitution of an ox. She’s got her arm draped over Levi, one of our fellow English students and her usual photographer on her student newspaper. He’s given up taking photos of the drunkenness that surrounds him. He only has eyes for her. She’s in a stunning red dress that hugs her curves perfectly with black high heels and curls that reach her back elegantly.

Me, I’m in my usual skirt outfit but Bella made it more 'club like' and I love it, I feel very comfortable.

I move out of José’s hold and get up from our table. Whoa. Head spin. I have to grab the back of the chair. Tequila based cocktails are not a good idea.

I make my way to the bar and decide that I should visit the restroom while I am on my feet.

Good thinking, Y/N. I stagger off through the crowd. Of course, there’s a line, but at least it’s quiet and cool in the corridor. I reach for my cell phone to relieve the boredom of waiting in line.

Hmm… Who did I last call? Was it José? Before that a number I don’t recognize. Oh yes. Grey, I think this is his number. I giggle. I have no idea what the time is, maybe I’ll wake him. Perhaps he can tell me why he sent me those books and the crypticmessage.

If he wants me to stay away, he should leave me alone. I suppress a drunken grin and hit the automatic re-dial. He answers on the second ring. “Y/N?” He’s surprised to hear from me. Well, frankly, I’m surprised to ring him.

Then my befuddled brain registers… how does he know it’s me? “Why did you send me the books?” I slur at him.

“Y/N, are you okay? You sound strange.” His voice is filled with concern.

“I’m not the strange one, you are,” I accuse. My courage fuelled by alcohol.

“Y/N, have you been drinking?”

“What’s it to you?”

“I’m...curious. Where are you?”

“In a bar.”

“Which bar?” He sounds exasperated.

“A bar in Portland.”

“How are you getting home?”

“I’ll find a way.” This conversation is not going how I expected.

“Which bar are you in?”

“Why did you send me the books, Christian?”

“Y/N, where are you, tell me now.” His tone is so, so dictatorial, his usual control freak.

He's a freak. The thought makes me laugh.“You’re so… domineering,” I giggle.

“Where the fuck are you?” He asked angrily.

Christian Grey is swearing at me. I giggle again. “I’m in Portland… s’a long way from Seattle s'a long way from your bizarre ass.”

“Where in Portland?”

“Goodnight, Christian.”

“Y/N!”

I hang up. Ha! Though he didn’t tell me about the books. I frown. Mission not accomplished. I am really quite drunk - my head swims uncomfortably as I shuffle with the line. Well, the object of the exercise was to get drunk. I have succeeded. This is what it’s like – probably not an experience to be repeated.

The line has moved, and it’s now my turn. I stare blankly at the poster on the back of the toilet door that extols the virtues of safe sex.

Fuck, did I just call Christian Grey? Shit. My phone rings and it makes me jump. I yelp in surprise. “Hi,” I bleat timidly in to the phone. I hadn’t reckoned on this.

“I’m coming to get you,” he says and hangs up. Only Christian Grey could sound so calm and so threatening at the same time.

What the hell. I pull my skirt up. My heart is thumping. Coming to get me?

Oh no. I’m going to be sick… no… I’m fine. Hang on. He’s just messing with my head. I didn’t tell him where I was. He can’t find me here. Besides, it will take him hours to get here from Seattle, and we’ll be long gone by then. I wash my hands and check my face in the mirror.

I look flushed and slightly unfocused. Hmm… tequila.

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*𝘾𝙃𝙍𝙄𝙎𝙏𝙄𝘼𝙉'𝙎 𝙋𝙊𝙑*

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The bar is crowded, full of students determined to have a good time. There’s some indie crap thumping over the sound system and the dance floor is crowded with heaving bodies.

It makes me feel old.

She’s here somewhere.

Elliot has followed me in through the front door. “Do you see her?” he shouts over the noise.

Scanning the room, I spot Isabella Clark. She’s with a group of friends, all of them men, sitting in a booth. There’s no sign of Y/N, but the table is littered with shot glasses and tumblers of beer.

Well, let’s see if Miss Clark is as loyal to her friend as Y/N is to her. She looks at me in surprise when we arrive at her table.

“Isabella,” I say by way of greeting, and she interrupts me before I can ask her Y/N’s whereabouts.

“Christian, what a surprise to see you here,” she shouts above the noise. The three guys at the table regard Elliot and me with hostile wariness.

“I was in the neighborhood.”

“And who’s this?” She smiles rather too brightly at Elliot, interrupting me again. What an exasperating woman.

“This is my brother Elliot. Elliot, Isabella Clark. Where’s Y/N?”

Her smile broadens at Elliot, and I’m surprised by his answering grin.

“I think she went outside for some fresh air, she responds, but she doesn’t look at me. She has eyes only for Mr. Love ’Em and Leave ’Em. Well, it’s her funeral.

“Outside? Where?” I shout.

“Oh. That way.” She points to double doors at the far end of the bar.

Pushing through the throng, I make my way to the door, leaving the three disgruntled men and Clark and Elliot engaged in a grin-off.

Through the double doors there is a line for the ladies’ washroom, and beyond that a door that’s open to the outside. It’s at the back of the bar. Ironically, it leads to the parking lot where Elliot and I have just been.

Walking outside, I find myself in a gathering space adjacent to the parking lot—a hangout flanked by raised flowerbeds, where a few people are smoking, drinking, chatting. Making out. I spot her.

Fucking hell. She’s with the photographer, I think, though it’s difficult to tell in the dim light. She’s in his arms, but she seems to be twisting away from him. He mutters something to her, which I don’t hear, and kisses her, along her jaw.

“José, no,” she says, and then it’s clear. She’s trying to push him off. She doesn’t want this.

For a moment I want to rip his head off. With my hands fisted at my side I march up to them. “I think the lady said no.” My voice carries, cold and sinister, in the relative quiet, while I struggle to contain my anger.

He releases Y/N and she squints at me with a dazed, drunken expression.

“Grey,” he says, his voice terse, and it takes every ounce of my self-control not to smash the disappointment off his face.

Y/N heaves, then buckles over and vomits on the ground.

Oh, shit!

“Ugh—Dios mío, Y/N/N!” José leaps out of the way in disgust.

Fucking idiot.

Ignoring him, I grab her hair and hold it out of the way as she continues to throw up everything she’s had this evening. It’s with some annoyance that I note she doesn’t appear to have eaten. With my arm around her shoulders I lead her away from the curious onlookers toward one of the flowerbeds.

“If you’re going to throw up again, do it here. I’ll hold you.” It’s darker here. She can puke in peace. She vomits again and again, her hands on the brick. It’s pitiful. Once her stomach is empty, she continues to retch, long dry heaves.

Boy, she’s got it bad.

Finally her body relaxes and I think she’s finished. Releasing her, I give her my handkerchief, which by some miracle I have in the inside pocket of my jacket.

Thank you, Mrs. Jones.

Wiping her mouth, she turns and rests against the bricks, avoiding eye contact because she’s ashamed and embarrassed. And yet I’m so pleased to see her. Gone is my fury at the photographer. I’m delighted to be standing in the parking lot of a student bar in Portland with Miss Y/N Y/L/N.

She puts her head in her hands, cringes, then peeks up at me, still mortified. Turning to the door, she glares over my shoulder. I assume it’s at her “friend.”

“I’ll, um, see you inside,” José says, but I don’t turn to stare him down, and to my favour, she ignores him, too, returning her eyes to mine.

“I’m sorry,” she says finally, while her fingers twist the soft linen.

Okay, let’s have some fun.

“What are you sorry for, Y/N?”

“The phone call, mainly. Being sick. The list goes on,” she mumbles.

“We’ve all been here, perhaps not quite as dramatically as you.” Why is it such fun to tease this young woman? “It’s about knowing your limits, Y/N. I mean, I’m all for pushing limits, but really this is beyond the pale. Do you make a habit of this kind of behavior?”

Perhaps she has a problem with alcohol. The thought is worrying, and I consider whether I should call my mother for a referral to a detox clinic.

Y/N frowns for a moment, as if angry, that little v forming between her brows, and I suppress the urge to kiss it. But when she speaks she sounds contrite.

“No,” she says. “I’ve never been drunk before and right now I have no desire to ever be again.” She looks up at me, her eyes unfocused, and she sways a little. She might pass out, so without giving it a thought I scoop her up into my arms.

She’s surprisingly light. Too light. The thought irks me. No wonder she’s drunk.

“Come on, I’ll take you home.”

“I need to tell Bella,” she says, as her head rests on my shoulder.

“My brother can tell her.”

“What?”

“My brother Elliot is talking to Miss Clark”

“Oh?”

“He was with me when you called.”

“In Seattle?”

“No, I’m staying at The Heathman.” And my wild-goose chase has paid off.

“How did you find me?”

“I tracked your cell phone, Y/N.” I head toward the car. I want to drive her home. “Do you have a jacket or a purse?”

“Er…yes, I came with both. Christian, please, I need to tell Bella. She’ll worry.”

I stop and bite my tongue. Clark wasn’t worried about her being out here with the overamorous photographer. Rodriguez. That’s his name. What kind of friend is she? The lights from the bar illuminate her anxious face.

As much as it pains me, I put her down and agree to take her inside. Holding hands, we walk back into the bar, stopping at Bella’s table. One of the young men is still sitting there, looking annoyed and abandoned.

“Where’s Bella?” Y/N shouts above the noise.

“Dancing,” the guy says, his dark eyes staring at the dance floor. She collects her leather black coat and purse and, reaching out, she unexpectedly clutches my arm.

I freeze.

Shit.

My heart rate catapults into overdrive as the darkness surfaces, stretching and tightening its claws around my throat.

“She’s on the dance floor,” she shouts, her words tickling my ear, distracting me from my fear. And suddenly the darkness disappears and the pounding in my heart ceases.

What?

I roll my eyes to hide my confusion and take her to the bar, order a large glass of water, and pass it to her.

“Drink.”

Eyeing me over the glass, she takes a tentative sip.

“All of it,” I command. I’m hoping this will be enough damage control to avoid one hell of a hangover tomorrow.

What might have happened to her if I hadn’t intervened? My mood sinks.

And I think of what just happened to me. Her touch. My reaction.

My mood plummets further.

Y/N sways a little as she’s drinking, so I steady her with a hand on her shoulder. I like the connection—me touching her.

She finishes her drink, and retrieving the glass, I place it on the bar. Okay. She wants to talk to her so-called friend. I survey the crowded dance floor, uneasy at the thought of all those bodies pressing in on me as we fight our way through.

Steeling myself, I grab her hand and lead her toward the dance floor. She hesitates, but if she wants to talk to her friend, there’s only one way; she’s going to have to dance with me. Once Elliot gets his groove on, there’s no stopping him; so much for his quiet night in.

With a tug, she’s in my arms.

This I can handle. When I know she’s going to touch me, it’s okay. I can deal, especially since I’m wearing my jacket. I weave us through the crowd to where Elliot and Bella are making a spectacle of themselves.

Still dancing, Elliot leans toward me in mid-strut when we’re beside him and sizes us up with a look of incredulity.

“I’m taking Y/N home. Tell Bella,” I shout in his ear.

He nods and pulls Clark into his arms.

Right. Let me take Miss Drunk Bookworm home, but for some reason she seems reluctant to go. She’s watching Clark with concern. When we’re off the dance floor she looks back at Bella, then at me, swaying and a little dazed.

“Fuck—” By some miracle I catch her as she passes out in the middle of the bar. I’m tempted to haul her over my shoulder, but we’d be too conspicuous, so I pick her up once more, cradling her against my chest, and take her outside to the car.

“Christ,” I mutter as I fish the key out of my jeans and hold her at the same time. Amazingly, I manage to get her into the front seat and strap her in.

“Y/N.” I give her a little shake, because she’s worryingly quiet. “Y/N!”

She mumbles something incoherent and I know she’s still conscious. I know I should take her home, but it’s a long drive to Vancouver, and I don’t know if she’ll be sick again. I don’t relish the idea of my Audi reeking of vomit. The smell emanating from her clothes is already noticeable.

I head to The Heathman, telling myself that I’m doing this for her sake.

Yeah, tell yourself that, Grey.

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She sleeps in my arms as we travel up in the elevator from the garage. I need to get her out of her skirt and her shoes. The stale stench of vomit pervades the space. I’d really like to give her a bath, but that would be stepping beyond the bounds of propriety.

And this isn’t?

In my suite, I drop her purse on the sofa, then carry her into the bedroom and lay her down on the bed. She mumbles once more but doesn’t wake. Briskly I remove her shoes and put them in the plastic laundry bag provided by the hotel. Then I unzip her skirt and pull it off stuffing the piece of clothing in the laundry bag.

She falls back on the bed, splayed out like a starfish, all pale arms and legs, and for a moment I picture those legs wrapped around my waist as her wrists are bound to my Saint Andrew’s cross.

I sit her up and she opens her eyes. “Hello, Y/N,” I whisper, as I remove her jacket slowly and without her cooperation.

“Grey. Kiss,” she mutters.

“Yes, sweetheart.” I ease her down onto the bed. She closes her eyes again and rolls onto her side, but this time huddles into a ball, looking small and vulnerable. I pull the covers over her and plant a kiss in her hair.

Now that her filthy clothes have gone, a trace of her scent has reappeared. Apples, fall, fresh, delicious…Y/N. Her lips are parted, eyelashes fanning out over pale cheeks, and her skin looks flawless. One more touch is all I allow myself as I stroke her cheek with the back of my index finger.

“Sleep well,” I murmur, and then head into the living room to complete the laundry list. When it’s done, I place the offending bag outside my suite so the contents will be collected and laundered.

Before I check my e-mails I text Welch, asking him to see if José Rodriguez has any police records. I’m curious. I want to know if he preys on drunk young women. Then I address the issue of clothes for Miss Y/L/N: I send a quick e-mail to Taylor.

•••

From: Christian Grey

RE: Miss Anastasia Steele

Date: May 20, 2023 23:46

To: J B Taylor.

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Can you please find the following items for Miss Steele and have them delivered to my usual room before 10:00.

Skirt: Black Size 4

Shirt: White. Pretty. Size 4

Boots: Black Size 7

Socks: Size 7

Lingerie: Underwear—Size Small. Bra—Estimate 36C

Thank you.

Christian Grey

CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings, Inc.

•••

Once it’s disappeared from my outbox, I text Elliot.

Y/N is with me. If you’re still with Bella, tell her.

He texts by return.

Will do. Hope you get laid. You soooo need it. ;)

His response makes me snort.

I so do, Elliot. I so do.

I open my work e-mail and begin to read.

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Nearly two hours later, I come to bed. It’s just after 1:45. She’s fast asleep and hasn’t moved from where I left her. I strip, pull on my pajama pants and a T-shirt, and climb in beside her. She’s comatose; it’s unlikely she’s going to thrash around and touch me.

I hesitate for a moment as the darkness swells within me, but it doesn’t surface and I know it’s because I’m watching the hypnotic rise and fall of her chest and I’m breathing in sync with her.

In. Out. In. Out. In. Out. For seconds, minutes, hours, I don’t know, I watch her. And while she sleeps I survey every beautiful inch of her lovely face. Her dark lashes fluttering while she sleeps, her lips slightly parted so I glimpse her even white teeth.

She mutters something unintelligible and her tongue darts out and licks her lips. It’s arousing, very arousing. Finally I fall into a deep and dreamless slumber.

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Match 2: Fernanda Rodriguez vs. Karla Sofen

Match 3: Martha Johansson vs. Arizona Annie

Match 4: Christopher Kent vs. Jimmy Hudson Jr.

Match 5: John Butcher vs. Theresa “Trixie” Collins

Match 6: Lorena Marquez vs. Henry King Jr.

Match 7: Hobie Brown (prowler) vs. Rose Forrest

Match 8: Matthew Hawk vs. Gavin King

Match 9: Lana Baumgartner vs. Koryak

Match 10: Nathaniel Carver vs. Jules Jourdain

Match 11: Gwen Lou Sabuki vs. Blaine "Kid" Colt

Match 12: Frank Payne/Schlichting vs. ForgetMeNot

Match 13: Toni Monetti vs. Larry Trask

Match 14: Laura Broadbahr vs. Raphael Arce

Match 15: Derek James vs. Mae Kent/matrix

Match 16: Nick Kovak vs. Ren Kemura

Match 17: Johnny Bart vs. Augustus Freeman

Match 18: Brigid O'Reilly vs. shortpack

Match 19: Blindspot (x-men) vs. Robbie Baldwin

Match 20: Joel Weinberg vs. Samuel Chung

Match 21: Lottie Person vs. Jack Ryder

Match 22: Stained Glass Scarlet vs. Sarah Vale

Match 23: Bellona Kinney vs. Steve Harmon

Match 24: Hector Ayala vs. Git Hoskins

Match 25: Maria Aracely Penalba vs. Verity Willis

Match 26: Talia Josephine "TJ" Wagner vs. David Zavimbi

Match 27: Tom Raymond vs. Otis flannegan

Match 28: Chance vs.Tao

Match 29: Karl Valley vs. Colin Wilkes

Match 30: Kristoff Vernard vs. Isabella Ortiz

Match 31: Jennifer Kale vs. Jonas Graymalkin

Match 32: Kahina Eskandari vs. Humberto Lopez

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Plus nombreuses ont été les sex-symbols à ravir mon regard dans les années 2000 qu’elles soient celles américaines comme Michelle Williams, Katie Holmes, Teri Polo, Renée Zellweger, Kirsten Dunst, Angelina Jolie, Mila Kunis, Anna Faris, Brande Roderick, Emily de Ravin, Chloë Sevigny, Gwen Stefani,  Madeline Zima, Sophia Bush, Mena Suvari, Amber Heard, Melissa Joan Art, Amy Adams, Anne Hathaway, Beyoncé Knowles, Kaley Cuoco, Amanda Seyfried, Paris Hilton, Larisa Oleynik, Julia Stiles, Dakota et Elle Fanning, Chloé Grace Moretz, Jennifer Lawrence, Emma Stone, Cara Delevingne, Amanda Bynes, Stella Maxwell, Kristen Stewart, Natalie Portman, Aaliyah, Cassie Ventura, Alicia Keys, Meagan Good, Eva Marcille, Ashanti, Kelly Rowland, Jennifer Hudson, Teyana Taylor, Laura Harrier, Arizona Muse, Devon Aoki, Taylor Swift, Miley Cyrus, Katy Perry, Olivia Culpo, Soleil Moon Fry, Jennifer Sky, Jaimie Alexander, Olivia Wilde, Minka Kelly, Reese Witherspoon, Zoë Kravitz, Meagan Tandy, Kandyse Mc Clure, Josie Maran, Moon Bloodgood, Kelly Hu, Grace Park, Sara Malakul Lane, Aubrey Plaza, Danielle Campbell, Marielle Jaffe, Liz Catz, Teresa Palmer, Chloe Bennet, Tessa Thompson, Adrianne Palicki, Hailee Steinfeld, Olivia Olt, Kathryn Newton, Blake Lively, Natalie Alyn Lind, Katherine Law, Caity Lotz, Juliana Harkavy, Celina Jade, Summer Glau, Peyton List, Sharon Leal, Malese Jow, Katie Cassidy, Willa Holland, Allison Page, Emily Bett Rickards, Brec Bassinger, Alyson Michalka, Ashley Tisdale, Amber Goldfard, Hilary Duff, Freya Allan, Zendaya, Jennifer Garner, Dina Meyer, Virginia Gardner, Madison McKinley, Taylor Momsen, Kiernan Shipka, Lauren Tsai, Naomi Scott, Anna Van Patten, Kaylyn Slevin, Emilia Jones, Hayley Bieber, Kendall Jenner, Normani, Rayna Vallandingham, Hannah Kepple, Annalisa Cochrane, Abigail Cowen, Lili Reinhart, Madeleine Petsche, Vanessa Morgan, Kayslee Collins, Betrix Perkins, Cassidy Freeman, Katee Sackhoff, Alexis Bledel, Margaret Qualley, Emily Procter, Dove Cameron, Emma Roberts, Bridget Regan, Lucy Hale, Brie Larson, Mackenzie Foy, Dianna Agron, Elisabeth Harnois, Lisa Marie Newmyer, Jaime King, Patricia Vonne, Dana Reed, Elizabeth Ann Bennett, Lexie Kendrick, Amber Valletta, Elissa Kapneck, Angelina Assereto, Kat Dennings, Beth Behrs, Natalya Rudakova, Drea de Matteo, Kate Bosworth, et Kate Hudson.

… canadiennes comme Anna Paquin, Sarah Polley, Evangline Lilly, Neve Campbell, Carrie Ann-Moss, Emily VanCamp, Tricia Helfer, Tatiana Maslany, Avril Lavigne, Stana Katic, Emmanuelle Vaugier, Katheryn Winnick, Carly Pope, Malin Åkerman, Lauren Lee Smith, Rachel Karstern, Erica Durance, Kim Cloutier, Shalom Harlow, Shay Mitchell, Charlotte Le Bon, Lisa Ray, Andi Muise, Coco Rocha, Bianca Beauchamp, et Alaina Huffman, ou latino-américaine comme Michelle Rodriguez, Vanessa Marcil, Camila Mendes, Patricia Velásquez, Laura Elena Harring, Eva Longoria, Rosario Dawson, Camilla Belle, Victoria Justice, Roselyn Sánchez, Zoe Saldaña, Odette Annable, Jordana Brewster, Morena Baccarin, Nathalie Kelley, Jenna Ortega, Lina Esco, Yasmin Delitz, Carmela Zumbado, Melissa Barrera, Dania Ramírez, Dascha Polanco, Ana Paula Arósio, Taís Araújo, Sonia Braga, Anahí, Gisele Bündchen, Barbara Mori, Maite Perroni, Claudia Marin, Adria Arjona, Natalie Martinez, Alexa Demie, Cote de Pablo, Lorenza Izzo, Natalie Martinez, Natalia Reyes, Leonor Varela, Catalina Sandino, Isabela Merced, Camila Cabello, Dinah Jane Hansen, Ally Brooke, Jessica Camacho, Becky G, Gabi Espino, Ximena Duqe, Alexa Vega, Makenzie Vega, Alyssa Diaz, Isabella Gomez, Natalia Reyes, Carolina Gaitán, Karina Jelinek, Andrea Ghidone, Adabel Guerrero, Lali Espósito, Luisana Lopilato, Sofía Zámolo, María Elisa Camargo, Érika Vélez, Fátima Ptacek, Samantha Boscarino, Bárbara Mori, Annasofía Facello, Lucila Rada, Laura Prieto, Virginia Dobrich, Claudia Fernandez, Johana Riva, Andy Vila, Sofía Marrero, Micaela Orsi, Bianca Sánchez, Paula Morales, Camila Vezzoso, et Luisa Fernanda Alonso.

…européennes comme Rosamund Pike, Rachel Grant, Kate Beckinsale, Gemma Aterton, Natalie Dormer, Keira Knightley, Emily Blunt, Emilia Clarke, Vanessa Angel, Ruby Rose, Claire Forlani, Florence Pugh, Hayley Atwell, Ruth Wilson, Roxanne McKee, Amy Chorlton, Esmé Bianco, Nathalie Emmanuel, Felicity Jones, Anya Taylor-Joy, Naomi Harris, Imogen Poots, Alice Eve, Gemma Atkinson, Emma Watson, Billie Piper, Freema Agyeman, Gugu Mbatha-Raw, Marsha Tomason, Lucy Punch, Karen Gillian, Jenna Coleman, Lauren Ambrose, Lily Mo Sheen, Geri Halliwell, Lily James, Gemma Chan, Maisie Richardson-Sellers, Wallis Day, Tamsin Egerton, Maisie Williams, Stacy Martin, Felicity Gilbert, Juno Temple, Eleanor Tomlinson, Meika Woollard, Ella Balinska, Banita Sandhu, Phoebe Tonkin, Sophie Turner, Gabriella Wright, Olivia Cooke, Lorena Andrea, Vera Filatova, Azizi Donnelly, Maria Tran, Mia Goth, Joss Stone, Suki Watherhouse, Lucy Boynton, Saoirse Ronan, Katie McGrath, Sarah Bolger, Rhona Mitra, Lara Stone, Carice Van Houten, Lote Verbeek, Sylvie Meis, Connie Nielsen, Vanessa Paradis, Marion Cotillard, Bérénice Béjo, Audrey Tautou, Virginie Efira, Adèle Exarchopoulos, Mélanie Laurent, Ludivine Sagnier, Louise Bourgoin, Clémence  Poésy, Élodie Yung, Lou de Laâge, Ophélie Bau, Anamaria Vartolomei, Lou Luttiau, Alexia Chardard, Lyna Khoudri, Ariane Labed, Clara Morgane, Pom Klementieff, Nadia Tereszkiewicz, Rebecca Marder, Mélanie Thierry, Loan Chabanel, Lola S. Frey, Audrey Hamm, Estelle Chen, Cécile de France, Émilie Dequenne, Alexandra Vandernoot, Vanessa Incontrada, Sara Tommasi, Alessandra Torresani, Caterina Murino, Martina Stella, Silvia Colloca, Maria Chiara Giannetta, Asia Argento, Matilda Lutz, Oksana Lada, Olga Kurylenko, Sasha Luss, Victoria Lopyreva, Alena Shishkova, Kate Grigorieva, Natalia Vodianova, Natasha Poly, Diane Kruger, Antje Traue, Alea Sophia Boudodimos, Lucy Ella von Scheele, Kristina Tonteri-Young, Kristanna Loken, Noomi Rapace, Anna Lundberg, Emilie Nereng, Rie Rasmussen, Stephanie Corneliussen, Louisa Bojesen, Pihla Viitala, Ingrid Bolsø Berdal, Natalie Lorence, Oktyabrina Maximova, Elena Kosmina, Angelina Usanova, Ani Lorak, Dasha Astafieva, Sofia Milos, Anja Rubik, Monika Jagaciak, Joannna Krupa, Magdalena Frackowiak, Sandra Kubicka, Monika Spruch, Dara Rolins, Bojana Panić, Daniela Ruah, Daniela Melchior, Nelly Furtado, Sara Matos, Merche Romero, Teresinha Medeiros, Lenka da Silva, Mikaela Lupu, Carolina Loureiro, Alba Baptista, Elsa Pataky, Elena Anaya, Marta Etura, Blanca Suárez, Carmen Arrufat, et Paz Vega…ou océaniennes comme Margot Robbie, Angourie Rice, Indiana Evans, Georgia Fowler, Anna Azerli, Isla Fisher, Rose Byrne, Abbie Cornish, Bella Heathcote, Teresa Palmer, Natalie Imbruglia, Olivia DeJonge, Miranda Otto, Lara Cox, Elizabeth Debicki, Popy Montgomery, Melissa George, Nathalie Kelley, Naomi Watts, Megan Gale, et Jessica De Gouw.

… africaine comme Sofia Boutella, Charlize Theron, Thandiwe Newton, Candice Swanepoel, Charlbi Dean, Olivia Jackson, Anna Diop, Lupita Nyong'o, Lesley-Ann Brandt, Beverly Naya, Ella Thomas, Thuso Mbedu, Gail Mabalane, Halima Aden, et Folake Olowofoyeku… ou asiatiques comme Yael Shelbia, Michaela Bercu, Gal Gadot, Sarah Shahi, Ivana Alawi, Liza Soberano, Maggie Q, Jamie Chung, Li Bingbing, Bai Lu, Ni Ni, Zhao Lusi, Zhao Liying, Yang Mi, Dilraba Dilmurat, Karen Mok, Vivian Hsu, Maureen Chen, Bianca Bai, Yfei Liu, Sui He, Xiao Wen Ju, Du Juan, Shu Pei, Gaile Lok, He Cong, Yu Wenxia, Selena Lee, Nancy Wu, Tang Wei, Tzuyu, Chiaki Kuriyama, Rie Kugimiya, Hiromi Ōshima, Keiko Kitagawa, Eriko Tamura, Ayame Misaki, Mizuki Yamamoto, Rina Sawayama, Nana Komatsu, Kanna Hashimoto, Suzu Hirose, Yukie Nakama, Mio Imada, Maki Horikita, Hana Sugisaki, Keiko Kitagawa, Michiko Kichise, Erika Toda, Maika Yamamoto, Tao Okamoto, Avantika, Priyanka Chopra, Freida Pinto, Alia Bhatt, Ileana D'Cruz, Ananya Panday, Deepika Padukone, Aditi Rao Hydari, Napakpapha Nakprasitte, Sonia Couling, Metinee Kingpayome, Karen David, Lisa, Peemai Sumonrat, Aum Lukkana, Christine Nguyen, Lana Condor, Bảo Thy, Mai Phương Thúy, Miu Lê, Lê Hạ Anh, Thanh Trúc, Carmen Soo, Sheena Liam, Mookda Narinrak, Khemanit Jamikorn, Chalita Suansane, Kanya Rattanapetch, Praya Lundberg, Davika Hoorne, Amanda Obdam, Hyolyn, Bora, Nana, YooA, Seulgi, Sunmi, Hyun A, Kim Jennie, Kim Se-jeong, Kim Tae-hee, Jeon Jong-seo, Oh Ha-nee, Bona, Jun Ji-hyun, Bona, Park Si-yeon, Park Bo-young, Kim Yoo-jung, Kim Ah-joong, Kim Go-eun, Kim Hyang-gi, Moon Chae-won, Kim Hye-su, Shin Se Gyeong, Jung Ho-yeon, Park Soo-jin, Hari Won, Cho Yeo-jeong, Shin Min-a, et Lee Sung-hi.

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Unexpected Chapter 9: Tell Me What You Want

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Mia

The clink of ice against glass punctuated the lull in conversation as Mia swirled her drink, the amber liquid casting a warm glow on the worn tabletop. The fingers of her other hand tapped nervously against the cool glass. Isabella Rodriguez watched her best friend, her expression a mix of concern and curiosity.

"Okay, spill it. You've been stirring that drink into oblivion," Isabella prompted, her voice cutting through the hum of the bar.

Mia's fingers paused mid-tap, her eyes lifting to meet Bella's. "It's Chan," she said, the words a mere whisper over the rim of her glass.

"Chan? Is that the guy you had lunch with? The one from the kpop group?" Isabella leaned in closer, her interest piqued. "What about him?"

A laugh, short and devoid of humor, escaped Mia. "I think I’m into him," she confessed, her gaze dropping back to her drink. "Like, really into him."

"Then what's the problem?" Isabella's hand reached across the table, offering silent support.

"Well, I finally decided that I didn’t want to get serious with anyone again. And..." Mia chewed on her bottom lip. "He's younger, Bella. Significantly younger."

Isabella's brows knitted in confusion. "And? Since when do a few years matter to you?"

"It’s a lot of fucking years! And it matters since those years could be the difference between a fling and something real." The words tumbled out, a testament to the anxiety Mia had bottled up. She could feel the weight of Isabella's unwavering gaze, urging her to continue.

"Think about it. Where can this go? What will people say? My colleagues, my family," Mia hesitated, her voice trailing off as she considered the implications. The tapping resumed, an erratic rhythm that mirrored her racing thoughts.

"Since when do you care about what other people think?" Isabella's tone was gentle yet firm. "That’s never been you, Mia."

"Usually, I don't," Mia conceded, her shoulders slumping slightly. "But this feels different. Like I'm crossing some unspoken line."

Isabella leaned forward, the dim light of the bar casting soft shadows across her earnest face. "Mia, when was the last time something felt this right?" she asked, her voice a gentle nudge. "You were with that asshole for over 6 years and you were miserable for most of it. You can't let numbers define what could possibly be a great thing. Plus, it’s not like he’s 19. He’s an adult adult. Right?"

“Yeah. He's 27.” Mia's gaze flickered away for a moment, contemplating the worn wood of the table before lifting back to meet Isabella's encouraging eyes.

Isabella continued. "Love isn't about lines or ages, Mia. It's about how he makes you feel." Isabella's conviction was palpable.

"It’s a little too early for love; it’s only been a few days.” Mia replied. She paused before continuing. “But, happy," Mia whispered, allowing herself a moment to bask in the warmth of the word. "He makes me feel happy. He makes me laugh."

"Then hold onto that," Isabella urged, her hand squeezing Mia's. "Don't let age be the thing that stops you from exploring what could be amazing."

A long sigh escaped Mia, her internal conflict laid bare. Isabella's reassurance was helpful, but the shadows of doubt still lurked at the edges of Mia's mind.

"Maybe you're right," Mia said, more to herself than to Isabella. "Maybe I need to stop overthinking and just see where this goes."

"Exactly. You two clearly have a connection." Isabella's smile was both triumphant and encouraging. "Don’t dismiss this over a detail. Let yourself be happy, Mia. If it’s just a fling, then fucking enjoy it. He’s so damn hot. At 27, I’m sure he has a lot of… energy!” She stuck her tongue out and swung her arm around like she was riding a horse. “My gawd; do you remember what sex was like when we were that age? The fucking stamina!” She fans herself. “And if it develops into something more, then it’s a bonus."

With a nod, Mia finally allowed a genuine smile to curve on her lips.

"Okay," she said, a newfound determination in her voice. "Okay, I'll give this a chance."

"Good," Isabella said, her own grin infectious. "Because, honestly, anyone who can keep up with you and not be intimidated by your success, your directness, or that mouth is a keeper in my book."

Bella stopped the waitress to order another round of drinks.

"Last night, he sent me this gif of a cartoon rabbit diving into a hole, captioned 'Me, escaping my responsibilities to text you’," Mia shared, the image so vivid in her mind that it brought another round of chuckles.

"See? That's adorable!" Isabella exclaimed, her delight echoing Mia's own. "And is that not exactly what you need? Someone who brings lightness into your world?"

"It is," Mia admitted, the warmth in her chest spreading, emboldened by the joy she found in those silly yet sometimes intimate exchanges. "He has this knack for making everything feel… exciting again."

"Then chase that excitement, Mia," Isabella pressed on, her tone laced with conviction. "We are too old and life is too short to wonder 'what if.' Text him back, flirt a little—or a lot—and see where it leads you."

"Maybe I will," Mia said, a playful spark igniting within her as she contemplated her next move. The trepidation that had once clouded her thoughts seemed negligible now, overshadowed by the effervescent possibility of 'what could be.'

Isabella leaned in, her mischievous grin contagious as she nudged Mia's side with her elbow. "You know, if you really want to match his energy, maybe it's time for some spice in those texts."

Mia chuckled. "Spice, huh? I think I've been marinating in mild sauce this whole time."

"Exactly," Isabella snickered, waving her hand and rubbing her fingers as if sprinkling imaginary chili flakes onto the table. "Time to upgrade to hot. Trust me, there's nothing wrong with a bit of sizzle." Her words were like a gentle shove toward the deep end where Mia teetered on the edge.

"Okay, but what if—"

"Shh," Isabella cut her off, her eyes gleaming with encouragement. "No 'what ifs.' Just go with it. Be your charming, flirty self. He'll love it."

Before Mia could concoct a message, the familiar buzz of her phone sliced through her hesitations. A message from Chan. She snatched the device up, and Isabella eagerly scooted closer, their heads almost touching as they peered at the screen together.

"Look at this," Mia said, a giggle escaping her as she read aloud:

International Superstar Bang Chan: If our conversations were a pizza, you'd be the extra cheese that makes it perfect.

Isabella burst out laughing, throwing her head back. "Oh my god, that's so cheesy it's actually perfect. Pizza puns? The man is a genius!"

"Right?" Mia's heart danced a little jig. This was more than just words on a screen; it was Chan reaching across the digital divide, playful and bold. And Mia couldn't help but feel giddy at the thought of replying with an equally cheesy line.

“Also, ‘International Superstar Bang Chan’? Is that how you saved him on your phone?”

“That’s how he saved himself after I sarcastically called him that. He’s ridiculous.”

"You two have a similar sense of humor,” she laughed. “Reply to him!" Bella urged, practically bouncing in her seat. "Tell him he's the crust that holds everything together."

Mia laughed at the stupidness of the response but typed it anyway.

"Perfect!" Isabella approved with a wide smile. "Send it before you lose your nerve."

And with a deep breath, she did.

"Alright, Mia," Isabella said, her voice a mixture of challenge and support. "Take the reins. Show him who's boss in this pizza parlor of puns."

Mia hesitated for a split second, her fingers hovering over the illuminated screen. The text cursor blinked back at her, like a silent drumbeat urging her forward. She was usually so sure-footed, but with Chan, every message felt weighted with possibility.

"Go on, tell him what you want. What you really, really want," Bella sang softly, nudging Mia's side with her elbow, a playfulness in her eyes that was impossible to ignore.

"Spice Girls, really?" Mia rolled her eyes, but the corners of her mouth betrayed her with a smile. She took a deep breath, letting Isabella's confidence seep into her. Mia’s thumb finally tapped the glass surface, typing out her thoughts. Bella looked over her shoulder.

Mia: And, if you’re the crust and I’m extra cheese, then together we’d make the perfect slice. But beware, I might bring the heat like jalapeños.

Mia read the words aloud, her voice rising as she got caught up in their game.

"Jalapeños? That's hot," Isabella grinned, approvingly.

"Is it too forward?" Mia bit her lip, uncertainty clouding her warm eyes for a moment.

"Girl, he started it with the whole 'extra cheese' thing. Plus, you're just matching his energy." Isabella leaned back, crossing her arms confidently. "He'll love it."

"Okay." With a decisive nod, Mia sent the message sailing through cyberspace. Her heart raced, thumping against her ribcage as the reality of what she’d just done began to sink in. Was she really doing this—flirting so openly over text messages with this person she barely knew.

"Now let's wait for Mr. Perfect Crust to reply."

Mia set her phone down, trying not to stare at it. She sipped her drink, each clink of ice a distraction from the anticipation that buzzed through her veins.

Isabella's laughter danced in the dimly lit bar, the sound weaving through the scent of stale beer and worn leather. Mia watched her phone like a cat tracking a laser pointer, barely resisting the urge to pounce with each passing second.

"Look at you, all giddy and glowing," Isabella teased, her dark eyes twinkling with delight. "I swear, Mia, if excitement was a cologne, you'd be drenched in it right now."

Mia tried to shrug off the comment, but the corners of her mouth betrayed her, curving into an unstoppable smile. She tucked a rebellious curl behind her ear, feeling that familiar flutter of anticipation in her belly. "It's just... I don't know, Bella. It feels like this isn't the Mia Sharpe playbook."

"Then throw out the old playbook," Isabella insisted, her hand nudging Mia's knee under the table. "You're writing a new one, and it's about time. This Chan guy—he's got you spinning, and honestly? I'm here for it mama."

Before Mia could respond to her, her phone buzzed against the wooden tabletop, a beacon in the bar's muted light. Her breath hitched as she picked it up, fingers trembling slightly as she unlocked the screen.

"Spill it. What did he say?" Isabella leaned in, her sundress blooming with color even in the dim bar lighting.

The text message from Chan glowed on the screen, a simple string of words that somehow managed to send Mia's heart racing as she read it aloud:

International Superstar Bang Chan: Spicy and savory, huh? Careful, or you'll have me craving more than just food. 🌶️ 😉 (But not too much spice though; I might not be able to handle it. You know what spicy food does to me! 🥵 😂 #burnedtongue)

She read the words again, memorizing the cadence of his digital voice, the playful undertone that seemed to reach out and wrap around her.

"Ooh, he's good," Mia murmured, a laugh bubbling up from deep within. She met Isabella's gaze, finding a smirk.

"Girl, you've got him wrapped around your little texting finger." Isabella's voice was a mix of awe and mischief. "And it’s not just banter; he’s in full-on flirt mode. ‘Craving more than just food’?"

"Maybe..." Mia hesitated, the weight of possibility pressing on her tongue. She reread the message, letting each word seep into her, igniting something that had lain dormant for too long.

"Stop thinking, start feeling," Isabella whispered, as if reading her mind. "Just embrace it."

****

Back in her house, Mia emerged from the bathroom after a quick shower, rubbing in the last bits of body butter still visible on her arms. She climbed into bed and grabbed her phone. She and Chan had been messaging each other continuously since Isabella’s encouragement at the bar earlier that night.

Currently, they were talking about music, specifically the challenges that they’d given to each other.

International Superstar Bang Chan: Which SKZ album are you up to?

Mia: Honestly, I haven’t been able to get past ‘I am Who?’ yet. It’s so damn fantastic. Every song is a hit. How did you not make it big after that?

International Superstar Bang Chan: Eh, I think the company just really didn’t know what to do with us. Our sound was so different.

Mia: I could see that. A lot of different styles. BUT which one of your parents listened to the 80s R&B/Quiet Storm radio? 😃

International Superstar Bang Chan: Lol! Mine. Every night after dinner when I was a kid.

Mia: I knew it!

International Superstar Bang Chan: So, which was your favorite track on the album?

Mia: I have 2. Insomnia. It’s really good, but that song is too damn sexy to just be about sleeping! I was shocked when I read the lyrics. No innuendo or subtext. Just ‘I can’t sleep’!

International Superstar Bang Chan: Ha! Yeah, but I couldn’t sleep. Still can’t! What was the second one?

Mia: My absolute favorite is M.I.A.

International Superstar Bang Chan: Because it spells out your name? 😂

Mia: I didn’t actually notice that until I typed it out! Ha! But no. It’s such a sad song, but also so sexy.

International Superstar Bang Chan: I like that that’s your favorite. It’s the only song on that album I produced.

Mia: Listening to that song makes me…

Mia reconsidered typing the end of the sentence, so she just sent it as is.

International Superstar Bang Chan: Makes you what?

Her mind thought back to Bella’s words to just go for it. After about a minute of thinking exactly what to write, she continued.

Mia: Makes me wet.

She saw the dreaded ellipses start and stop. Finally, his message came through.

International Superstar Bang Chan: Hmmm…

More ellipses. Mia tried to wait patiently for him to finish typing.

International Superstar Bang Chan: I wouldn’t mind tasting that.

Mia covered her mouth with her palm in surprise at his very direct response to her relatively inappropriate comment. She served it and he spiked it back over the net. As she lay there questioning what to type next, another message popped up.

International Superstar Bang Chan: What are you thinking?

Mia: I don’t know.

International Superstar Bang Chan: You know…

What am I thinking? Mia asked herself. A few seconds later, another message from Chan came through.

International Superstar Bang Chan: You’re thinking about my head between your legs, my tongue pressed against your folds. I’m thinking about your fingers running through my hair, your firm grip holding my head in place. You’re thinking about the way your toes curl when I suck your clit between my teeth. I’m thinking about whether you taste salty, sweet, or a combination of the two.

Mia gasped softly and crossed her legs under the covers. “Oh my…,” she said out loud to the empty room. If she had pearls, they would certainly be clutched right about now.

Mia: 😯 You certainly have a way with words…

International Superstar Bang Chan: Just one of the things I’m good at… 😉😏

Mia’s thumb hovered over the illuminated screen, the soft glow casting dancing shadows across her bedroom walls.

Mia: Your flirting should come with a warning label.

Her pulse quickened as the message zipped through the digital ether toward Chan.

Lying back against her pillows, she tucked a rebellious curl that had escaped from her satin cap behind her ear, the action grounding her swirling thoughts. This was uncharted territory, thrilling and terrifying in equal measure.

Seconds ticked by like hours until her phone chirped with an incoming message, breaking the silence of the night.

International Superstar Bang Chan: WARNING: May cause spontaneous smiles, shortness of breath, increased heart rate, intense wetness, and the irresistible urge to keep texting me. Proceed with caution! 😉

A genuine laugh escaped Mia, surprising even herself. Her nervous energy transformed into a warming sensation throughout her body.

Mia: Lolololol! Is that so? And what if I'm willing to risk it?

Her reply danced between flirtation and coy interest.

International Superstar Bang Chan: Then I'd say you're braver than most. But don't say I didn't warn you when you find yourself addicted to me. 😉

A/N: Song: MIA Artist: Stray Kids

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The parodies cousin Show characters

Part 4

Dedicated to all my besties, Sisters, Brothers, pen pals And girlfriend: @splashy900 @kxllboii @cheezekennith @aquamarine-dream-queen @dayzsaclark @oscarandgrinchfan @moshywoosh @ilovescaredysquirrel2 @nuggetaubrey @sharkyy599 @nightkit92 @familyoffood @mysafespaceblog13 @thelazzyblogzz @sugar-miss1 @shrimpathizer @shypeachrunaway @iggyguyy @sophia-does-skits @typical-sophie @peaceforpeople @ben5569 @muppet-fan-real @xxkurosakutisaxx @ducktoonz903707 @artismeyou-12 @blackstar044 @acen402 @walt-diego-rodriguez @nia1sworld @rumplestiltsbear @s4gefr0g @beeware-of-lulu @leafith @bluebird-in-a-cagedrawing @muppet-fan-frr that always loved me And supported me for how I am, And that always loved my Work, heres the part 4 of the parodies cousin Show characters =^_^= 💘💗💝💕🩷💞💓

So, heres now professor eyebrows And the colorful groove, the cousins of dr teeth And the electric Mayhem gang =^_^=

But first before I tell some info about them, Heres the characters I did now:

Lucille the ladybug (Kermit's parodie cousin), ms. Moosa (miss piggy's parodie cousin), Garrett Rhino (fozzie's parodie cousin), Franklin the best (gonzo's parodie cousin), Harris the King ant (pepe the King prawn's parodie cousin), Calvin the bat (rizzo's parodie cousin), Houston the bull (rowlf's parodie cousin), Austin the King Buffalo (sam the eagle's parodie cousin), professor Charles van rosecrew (dr bunsen's parodie cousin), Carson (beaker's parodie cousin), Isabella (Walter's parodie cousin), Ruby (scooter's parodie cousin), professor eyebrows (dr teeth's parodie cousin), Anders (Janice's parodie cousin), Sgt Paulo Madden (Floyd Pepper's parodie cousin), Petunia Crazenia (Animal's parodie cousin), sadee (Lips' parodie cousin) And Roxanne (zoot's parodie cousin)

Now some info about them:

Professor eyebrows - professor eyebrows is dr teeth's parodie cousin counterpart, he is the leader of the colorful groove band, And he plays the accordion. And he is Austin's love interest, And he loves eating Strawberry shortcake. His headcanon voice actor is Jeff Trammel, And his voice claim is cannonball from Craig of the creek

Anders - Anders is Janice's parodie cousin counterpart, he is the tambourine player in the colorful groove band, And he is Sgt Paulo Madden's love interest. His headcanon voice actor is Del the funky homosapien, And his voice claim is deltron from Craig of the creek.

Sgt Paulo Madden - Sgt Paulo Madden is Sgt Floyd Pepper's parodie cousin counterpart, he is the saxophone player in the colorful groove band, And he is Anders' love interest. His headcanon voice actor is Parvesh Cheena, And his voice claim is Raj from Craig of the creek.

Petunia Crazenia - Petunia Crazenia is Animal's parodie cousin counterpart, she plays the marimba instrument in the colorful groove band, And she gets along with animal very well since theyre both energetic And Crazy. Her headcanon voice actress is Lauren Tom, And her voice claim is Kuki sanban/numbuh 3 from Codename: kids next door.

Sadee - sadee is Lips' parodie cousin counterpart, she plays the clarinet And even bagpipe in the colorful groove band, she is the Calm one in the band And she is Roxanne's love interest. Her headcanon voice actress is Eliza Schneider, And her voice claim is Liane cartman from South Park.

Roxanne - Roxanne is zoot's parodie cousin counterpart, she plays the chimes in the colorful groove band, she is the sort of arrogant And quiet Lady, she is sadee's love interest. Her headcanon voice actress is Casey Wilson, And her voice claim is Felina Meow from littlest pet shop.

I hope y'all will like these =^_^= 💗

NOTE (PLEASE READ THIS NOTE): And also, again, if y'all wanna make fanart, headcanons, ships, OC's... Etc out of the parodies cousin Show gang, then do it. You dont have to ask me for my permission. But please @ me in the post so I can see it, And i'll be very Grateful if y'all give the parodies some attention as if theyre like OFFICIAL like the muppets. But only only the parodies, you can even make fanart, headcanons, ships, OC'S, etc out of the moopets, whatnot Show gang and the teppums Show gang too. 💘💝

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Juniors turning Seniors in 2025

Gymnasts born in 2009. Feel free to message me gymnasts who competed internationally that I do not have on this list.

Andorra

Aitana Garcia

Astrid Rieger

Armenia

Inesa Adamyan

Tatev Khachatryan

Australia

Alisa Kochemazova

Kiara Koburn

Austria

Melina Maerk

Julia Millmann

Azerbaijan

Nuray Ahmadzada

Govhar Ibrahimova

Sakinakhanim Ismayilzada

Ayan Sadigova

Belgium

Maya Bijnens

Bosnia and Herzegovina

Esma Huskanovic

Iva Benic

Bolivia

Tatiana Gutierez Siles

Emma Sofia Jimenez Barriga

Brazil

Fernanda Regalo Alvaz

Lavinia Silveiro

Stephany Popoatzki

Bulgaria

Eva Emilova

Andrea Ivanova

Tsveteyoana Pencheva

Dara Malinova

Oleksandra Shalueva

Canada

Jana Alemam

Julianna Kaminsky

Emily Liu

Chile

Laura Rich

Amanda Depaux

Leonor Fuente-Alba

Retamales Machuca

Karime Meneses

Colombia

Juliana Villarreal

Sara Correa

Emiliana Vargas

Croatia

Iana Bencic

Vita Franov

Ana Jurkovic

Cyprus

Lavita Bezdenezhnykh

Aikaerini Christofi

Alexandra Constantinou

Alissa Jaser

Sotiroulla Marselli

Czehia

Kristina Gyulzadyan

Anna Kofronova

Svetlana Moravcova

Adela Navarova

Sara Suchankova

Sofie Ella Urbanova

Karolina Mandikova

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Estonia

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Aino Toermanen

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Germany

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Olivia Falk

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Alina Ott

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Hungary

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Israel

Alona Tal Franco

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Italy

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Anna Pergentili

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Japan

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Arina Gazieva

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Korea

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Norway

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Carolina Freitas

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USA

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Uzbekistan

Lola Djuraeva

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