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Hi could I request an Anthony bridgerton story where he had an argument with his wife (perhaps because he was stressed and found her clingy )so she gives him the silent treatment and acts cold to him until he basically begs for her forgiveness

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anthony bridgerton x wife, fem!reader

summary: you and your husband have an argument after he complains about you being too attached to him for his liking

warnings: p in v, orgasm, cunnilingus, fingering, praise kink, begging, breeding kink (maybe), unprotected sex, nudity

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You were attending yet another ball with your husband, the brooding Anthony Bridgerton, and you were talking with Penelope in the corner. Glancing around, you took in the beautifully chosen decor against the lighting. Amidst the line of people, your eyes only focused on Anthony as his chocolate eyes sparkled with the glisten from the chandelier.

You couldn’t help yourself. He looked so gorgeous and so you headed over to him after bidding your goodbyes to Penelope. “Hello, Lady Y/N.”, he smirked at you teasingly. Your cheeks heated up. “Good evening, my Lord.”, you replied. “Gentlemen, this is my lovely wife.”, he introduced you to the group of men he was chatting to.

“Nice to meet you.”, they all said. You grabbed his hand gently and snuggled into his side slightly. “Okay, my love, have you talked to Eloise about her new book that you recommended to her yet?”, he asked in an awkward fashion. You shook your head. “Why don’t you go and find her, hmm?”, he questioned as he pried you off him.

You walked off sulking. Why did he wave you off like that? Fortunately, you were still in earshot and so when he stated: “Sorry, gentleman, she tends to get a bit attached in social situations. She doesn’t like being on her own.”

You quickened your pace as you reached a door that lead outside, you needed some fresh air. You weren’t that clingy, were you? Surely not. Yes, you did cuddle into his shoulder every so often but that was only showing your husband affection. You sighed to yourself as you elegantly glided back into the ballroom.

As you avoided his gaze all night, he had finally had enough and decided that it was time for the both of you to go to your manor. He looked furious in the carriage as did you. Once you had arrived home, you walked hastily in through the entrance. “Darling.”, Anthony called out quietly. You turned around. “Hmm?”, you said bitterly. “What’s wrong?”, he asked cluelessly. You rolled your eyes as you went upstairs to your joint bedroom and took off your corset before pulling the covers over yourself.

Anthony followed shortly after and you turned your back to him. He moved his calloused hands to hold you but you shook his steady grip off of you. He huffed in defeat.

It was finally time for breakfast. You made sure to eat fast to avoid your husband. As you got up from your chair to leave, Anthony needily grabbed your wrist. “Please.”, he said quietly. “Tell me what is wrong.”, he stated as he gazed at you with soft eyes. You glared at him before snatching your wrist back.

You were writing in your diary when you noticed that Anthony was at the doorway. “Please. Dont avoid me. How am I meant to be a better husband if you don’t tell me what I have done wrong?”, he questioned in one breath. You sighed as you finally made eye contact with him. “For a start, don’t call me attached and clingy.”, you said with venom in your tone.

“Dear.”, he gently touched your fingers. “I didn’t mean it like that. I love your attention, I promise. It just makes it hard to focus when I’m trying to make some business trades.”, he stated as he looked at you pleadingly. “And it doesn’t make a man look like a powerful business man when I’m drooling over you.”, he finished. He stared deeply into your eyes before passionately attaching his lips to yours and slipping his tongue in between yours.

You pulled away. “Beg for me.”, you whispered. He slowly got down onto his knees and looked up at you with those sweet brown eyes. “Can I touch you, my Lady?”, he asked as he maintained eye contact. “Yes.”, you simply stated. He worked on undoing your corset. Once you see naked, Anthony robe his tongue across your hard nipples before gently sucking them. He then kissed down from your breasts to your pussy.

He glanced up at you with hungry eyes, asking you for permission. You nodded and he pushed two fingers into your wet core. You sighed quietly. He moved them in and out at a fast pace. You stifled your moans with a pillow. “Darling, let me hear your moans, please.”, he practically begged. He felt himself get hard as he heard your whimpering.

He then added his tongue and expertly moved his to gun across your slick folds. “So good, Tony.”, you moaned. As you reached your climax, Anthony took off his trousers and you greedily took in the length of his cock. Obviously you had seen it before but you were shocked every time you were shocked at the sheer size of it.

He lined himself up with you and you felt the pre-cum drop off his cock. You grinded your hips into the air at the feel of it. “Can I?”, he asked. You nodded and he rocked his cock in and out of you. He moaned at your tightness. “Good girl.”, he sighed contentedly. He moaned as euphoria came over him and you followed him shortly after. “Anthony, you were so good. I need to see you on your knees again soon.”, you said as you rolled on top of him and kissed him.

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LADY BRIDGERTON - Anthony Bridgerton x wife!reader (smut)

Summary: Reader has been married to Anthony Bridgerton for too long, it feels, although it has only been a few years. In that short time, not only has he only touched her naked body once, but he comes home most nights smelling of sweat and another woman’s perfume. Lady Whistledown has caught wind of this, and the gossip sends Lady Bridgerton over the edge. Anthony takes the time to give his wife exactly what she’s asking for.

Warnings: smut; badly written smut lol; infidelity; arguments about infidelity; possibly out of character anthony; I’ve only watched season 1 of Bridgerton; breeding kink; unprotected sex (wrap it before u tap it but this is a married couple); female reader/use of she/her pronouns; as always, proofread to the best of my ability

“Do you wish to make a fool of me?” Anthony leaned down to whisper in his young wife’s ear, a firm hand grabbing her elbow as he interrupted her conversation with a young man from Russia, or Hungary. He didn’t pay much mind to the boy so much as the woman who bore his last name, fully aware of the way she had been subtly flirting with many men that night. Taking count of the glasses of bubbles she had — she was nursing her fourth flute, Anthony had decided it was enough.

Don’t make a scene.

Lady Bridgerton felt an intense urge to strike her husband across his cheek, how dare he accuse her of making a fool out of him. All evening she had overheard whispers of Anthony’s name from nasty gossipers. The young Bridgertons had been the central characters in the latest edition of Lady Whistledown. Rumor has it that Lord Bridgerton had continued an affair with a certain singer, without bothering to hide it from his young wife. Even worse? Lady Bridgerton knew, as they all knew, and never seemed to let the truth affect how she presented herself to those around her.

“Would you like me to answer that truthfully, my dear husband?” She turned her gaze towards him, her eyes alight with a burning fury towards the unfaithful man she had devoted her life to. She jerked her arm away from his grip and started to lift the glass to her painted lips. Anthony grabbed the dainty piece of glass and shook his head, “I think you’ve had enough. It’s time for you to go home.”

A bitter laugh escaped her mouth before she could stop it, as a few heads turned to observe the titular couple. “If that is your wish, Mr. Bridgerton.” She turned on her heel and started to make her way out to the cold air, cursing herself for leaving her coat in the carriage. She didn’t even bother to wait for her husband to catch up as she informed the valet they would be leaving.

The carriage ride to the estate wasn’t anything special. She would sit and seethe in silence during the ride, her eyes burning a hole through Anthony’s forehead as he sat across from her. The argument began once the couple was behind the safety of their bedroom door, standing in front of each other with defenses up. “We have been married for two years, Anthony! Two years and the only time you have touched me was on our wedding night. Yet every night you come home, to OUR bed, smelling like some whore’s perfume! I am left to listen to the ton gossip about MY empty bed!” She nearly hissed the words to punctuate her accusations. Anthony had never seen such an outburst from the young woman, she had never spoken to him like that before. She was standing before him, the drinks she had at the ball fueling her anger and simultaneously allowing the anger to sober her head.

“I know that I wasn’t who you wanted to marry, I understand that this was just a beneficial arrangement for you. But I expect that as the woman who now holds your family name, who will one day bear your children, that you could at the very least respect me!” She was angry that he had just stood there and watched her yell, but at the same time, she wouldn’t let him get a word in.

“You cannot expect me to be a dutiful wife and lady if you refuse to grant me at least the tiniest shred of dignity. You, sir, make a fool of yourself, I am merely seeking that same kind of attention you seek from Siena.” Her voice dripped with sickly sweet venom as she spat the woman’s name.

Anthony allowed the woman to speak her mind on his infidelity, finally admitting to himself that he had been unfair to her. He frequently came into their room in the middle of the night when he expected the woman to be asleep. In the beginning of the marriage, he had at least tried to hide the evidence, changing his clothes before he climbed under the blankets next to her. Now, she was accustomed to him laying down beside her without even taking off the shirt that was stained with Siena’s stage makeup and that reeked of her pungent perfume.

“I do not understand, Anthony. I can come to terms with a loveless marriage, but I am so exhausted by knowing you’re giving her that kind of attention, and I have remained loyal to you despite the obvious signs of your affair-“ her rant was abruptly cut short when Anthony floated over to her, his hands gripping her cheeks with fervor as he crashed his lips to hers. Taking only a moment to stand in shock, she pressed her lips back against his, her hand reaching to grip onto the front of his overcoat. Desperately reaching for more, trying to edge him closer to their bed but ultimately allowing him full control over her mind, body and soul. She let out a disappointed whimper when his lips parted from hers, his face inches from her own.

“What is it that you want from me, woman? You wish for me to touch you the way I touch her? Or do you believe my hands to be too stained?” She hated how close his lips were, desperately trying to reach forward as he spoke his mind. She didn’t really care how improper the words sounded as they came from his mouth, because she DID want him to touch her- not just touch, she wanted him to fuck her the way he fucked his mistress.

She took a moment to find her words, not expecting her confrontation to lead to this moment. “Anthony, I am your wife. All I want is for you to- to fuck me the way a husband fucks his wife.”

Understanding that he had a year’s worth of missing passion to make up for, and seeing that deep down he had no other choice than to obey the woman before him, he easily obliged. In this moment, Siena didn’t exist to him. He was purely focused on making sure his duties as a husband were thoroughly taken care of. Tonight, he would go to sleep smelling of his wife’s soft scent, making sure to cover the woman in marks of his affection.

Little time was wasted in getting their clothes off. A mess of hands clashing together to try and undo buttons and layers and loops, the couple grasping at each other as though they were desperate for the other as a life source.

Anthony paused for a moment to admire his lady’s body in the soft candlelight, letting his hands first run over the delectable curve of her hips, trailing up her sides before settling on her supple breasts.

“I’m sorry that I have spent so long torturing you, making you only imagine my hands touching you like this. I promise, my lady, I will do a much better job at attending to whatever it is you wish from me.” Anthony promised as his eyes stayed locked with hers. Her pupils were blown wide, and he realized he didn’t even know what color her irises were meant to be. He told himself he’d be a better husband to her after this, wanting to ensure her place in society as his wife. He’d fuck her full of his seed tonight, and every night after that, to make sure that Lady Whistledown could never accuse him of neglecting his wife’s desires again.

“Please, my lord, please--“ Lady Bridgerton sounded deliciously desperate, and it excited Anthony in a way that he had never experienced in his years-long affairs with Siena. It spurred him to plunge his cock deeper into his wife, his hand pushing her thigh down to her shoulder as he positioned her to angle himself deeper. She would probably think about the pressure against her cervix for the rest of her life, praying to God that she’d be able to experience this side of her husband for the rest of their lives together.

“What is it that you want, Lady Bridgerton? Tell me with words, my love, I want to hear you say it.” In this close position he could make sure she could look into his eyes to see he was genuine in this moment.

She was surprised at his stamina and determination tonight, focused more on her body than chasing his own release. A complete contrast to their wedding night, she felt like he treated the consummation as a chore. This was a much, much better experience. She had lost count of the times he had made her cum tonight, and the ways he had coaxed her orgasms from her.

“Anthony- Christ! Please don’t stop, want you to fuck me full til i’m round with your child-“ her voice was ragged and on the verge of giving out after not holding back a single sound. She didn’t care how pathetic she sounded begging for what seemed like the bare minimum from her husband.

Anthony leaned down to capture her lips in a messy kiss, reaching down to grab her hand that was tangled in the sheets beneath her. He caught any noises that escaped her, the sounds muffled against his own mouth, moving to hold her hand above her head. She clutched at his hand and whimpered his name as his hips stilled after a few sloppy thrusts, thick ropes coating her walls.

Anthony stayed put for a moment so as to not waste a drop, pulling his lips from hers before ghosting them over the hammering pulse in her neck. He gently maneuvered her pliable body into a resting position, slowly pulling himself from her and getting up from the bed.

After he had gently cleaned up the mess he had made of the woman, Anthony peppered soft kisses over her stomach as he made his way up to lay down next to her. She instantly curled into his chest and closed her eyes, taking her time in coming down from the cloud she was on. She could feel his fingers gently combing through her mussed hair, the sensation slowly bringing her back to earth.

“Are you alright, Lady Bridgerton?” Anthony spoke softly to not spook her, his arms locked safely around her keeping her pressed to his body. Her lips quirked into a smile and he took notice of the way her cheek dimpled, his thumb moving to stroke over the small impression.

“I am absolutely content, Lord Bridgerton.” She opened her eyes to look up at her husband’s face. Anthony smiled as he kissed her again, a kiss so tender that nearly brought tears to her eyes.

“I may not be the perfect husband, but I vow to do better by you. I will end things with Siena and tend to the parts of you that I’ve been neglectful of.” Anthony made a promise to her after he had pulled away. His wife reached up to grab his hand in hers, moving it to press a gentle kiss to his knuckles before she spoke.

“You can use all of the sweet words that you want, you’ll still have to prove yourself with actions.” She squeezed his hand gently, “But I think this has been good start.”

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Anthony: There are only two women in my life who I am afraid of. My mother and Lady Danbury.

*meets Kate for the first time

Anthony: Make that three

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Book math

If I finish 1 book and return it, I am allowed to get three more.

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Colin: Penelope?

Penelope wakes: Yes, darling?

Colin: Do you like me?

Penelope: Colin, I’m pregnant with your child. What do you think?

Colin: Like, like like or like?

*Penelope sighs*

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Colin really said “ur adorable and i love you but girl wtf are you doing💀”

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Penelope “I’m going to seduce you with my awkwardness” Bridgerton….I mean Featherington .

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Some time in part 2 of season 3

Anthony: “Okay, so our brother is clearly an idiot. We need reinforcements.”

Kate: “Already on it” [points to door]

*door slams open*

Daphne: “Can I have one season where one of you isn’t doing something stupid.”

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#me at every function where there are people

Nicola Coughlan as Penelope Featherington in Bridgerton S3

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Non Polin things I would like to see this season:

1. Francesca being embarrassed by her brothers at a ball.

2. Some character growth in Anthony.

3. Gregory having a crush on a girl and his brothers giving him a hard time about it.

4. Eloise meets Philip.

5. Violet getting her garden tended to.

6. Kate or Hyacinth writing to Daphne updating her about Colin and Penelope.

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★ 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘍𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯: 𝘚𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘴

I’ve been so caught up with irl stuff, I wasn’t able to stick to my regular scheduled posts. So here’s some sibling prompts, a break from the smut ;)

˃ ❝…So, about [crush’s name]❞ / ❝For Pete sake, will you cut it out?!❞ /

˃ ❝What? Can I not look out for you as an older [sibling]?❞

˃ ❝Why do I feel like this is going to be a horrible prank?❞ / ❝Wow. Do you really not trust your older [sibling] to take care of it?❞

˃ ❝I grabbed it first!❞ / ❝Well I was born first.❞

˃ ❝If you don’t leave my room in the next five second…❞

˃ ❝Wow, you still haven’t outgrown that, have you?❞

˃ ❝Look, the least I could do is help your ass right now. Plus I have to make sure you don’t rat me out.❞

˃ ❝You’ve been in the bathroom for at least half an hour now.❞

˃ ❝I can’t believe I’m related to you.❞

˃ ❝Be quiet! Do you want mom to find out?!❞

˃ ❝If you tell mom, I will literally punch you.❞

˃ ❝Hey short-stack❞ / ❝I’m literally taller than you now. You can’t call me that.❞

˃ ❝The favourite child is finally home!❞ / ❝The favourite child was already here two hours ago.❞

˃ ❝[Friend] is coming over tonight. So for the love of all things holy, do not embarrass me.❞

˃ ❝Oh my God you’re adulting eww.❞

˃ ❝You’re literally pushing retirement, relax.❞

˃ ❝I’m going to the store, text me if you need anything.❞ / ❝Wow, you’re actually being considerate this time.❞

˃ ❝I’m only telling you this because I know mom will freak out and I trust you.❞

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Reason I feel bad for Simon:

He comes from an abusive household and he comes into the Bridgerton family, who loves and will do anything for one another, like “Your parents actually love and respect you? Sounds like a scam to me.”

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Secret Relationship Dialogue

"What if someone sees us?"

"I would love to just take you out on a date."

"Let's meet at our spot."

"But I don't care about what anyone else thinks!"

"Not sure I can go the whole day without kissing you."

"Maybe it's for the best that we don't see each other in public. Wouldn't want to be arrested for indecent behaviour."

"I would love to hold hands with you."

"They will be mad if they ever find out."

"Let's go somewhere where we no one knows us."

"I'll just keep dreaming of our first real date."

"Can we really keep going like this?"

"It's not easy, but I'm right here with you."

"Are you sure that you're ready to tell them?"

"I would love everyone to know about us."

"You're not my dirty little secret. And I never want you to think that."

More prompts!

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Colin fencing with Anthony seeking advice about this girl he, Colin, likes and about how perplexed he is about his evolving feelings

I need all the Bridgerton kids to go to Anthony for advice. That moment between Anthony and Gregory in S2 really made me tear up.

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Sensory Prompts #2

I've been slowly compiling some more Sensory Prompts. Here is part one. Some are similar, but not exactly the same - the ones on this list are more specific.

Requests: If you use these to request (please make sure requests are open before you do), you can mix and match with the other sensory prompts list, or even with my Writing Prompts. I usually take one-three prompts in total.

Warnings: Some of the sensory prompts in scary/horror (and maybe some in angst/sad) might be triggering to some, so be advised. There are around 130 prompts. Mentions of/Allusions to: being followed, chasing, breaking in, loss of love ones, etc.

Nature and Outside Ambiance:

Sound of wind in the trees.

Sound of rain sprinkling against the window.

Car Alarm going off in the distance.

Waves crashing onto rocks.

Distorted sound of voices in the distance.

Clouds moving through the sky quicker than normal.

Sound of birds flying past.

Lying on the ground as a gentle breeze blows.

The dropping temperature as the sun descends.

The sound of a dove call.

The cool light of the full moon shining through the window.

The orange glow cast by the setting sun.

Fog descending on the mountains.

The crunch of walking in snow.

Chirping of crickets.

Wind whistling through the cracked window.

Crunch of dried leaves under your feet.

Tires squealing as a car speeds away.

Sound of loud wind in your ears.

Hearing something scurry through the bushes.

The buzz of bees as they fly around.

Fluff/Cute/Relationship:

Arms wrapping around you from behind.

Finding an old love letter in a drawer. (could also be angst).

Locking eyes when you finally see each other again.

Butterflies in your stomach.

The sudden skip of your heart when you lock eyes with someone.

Hands brushing together.

Shoulders brushing as you walk side by side.

Catching someone staring at you multiple times.

Finding a note left for you.

Resting your head on their chest, as you listen to their heartbeat.

Their hand slipping into yours.

Sense of relief and comfort as they walk into the room.

Knowing looks and smiles from across the room.

The feeling you get when you learn a crush has been asking about you.

The gentle tickle of fingers gliding over your skin.

A protective arm around your waist.

The warmth of their hand intertwined with yours.

Their thumb brushing gently across your lip.

Heat rising up your neck and face.

The pleasant surprise and attraction of seeing someone wearing something unexpected.

A gentle kiss on the neck.

The gentle brushing of their hand against your face.

The sudden instinct to reach out to someone as they step away.

Your breath hitching in your throat when they suddenly look at you.

The burning of your neck and ears when they smile at you.

Angsty/Sad:

Reaching for someone instinctively, before realizing they aren't there.

The sudden realization that you will never see someone again.

Trying to picture someone, and realizing you are forgetting what they looked like.

Tight clench in your chest when you are anxious.

Someone looking away in disappointment.

The underlying anxiety of wondering where someone is.

Someone you once cared for, not recognizing you.

Finding an object that reminds you of someone or something you lost.

The mix of jealousy and hurt when you see them smile and flirt with someone else.

The sudden realization you are alone.

Reaching for someone, only for them to pull away.

The residual fear and anxiety after waking from a nightmare.

Sudden dizziness that makes you lose your balance.

Walking down a street, watching couples, causing jealous melancholy to wash over you.

Scary/Horror/Anxiety Inducing:

Feeling like someone is behind you, and turning to see that no one is there.

Thinking you are looking at your own shadow, until it moves.

Sound of breaking glass.

Hearing someone talking in a nearby room, before realizing you are alone, and did not leave the tv on.

Realization that you are being followed.

Someone knocking on your door in the middle of the night.

Spotting a face peaking through your window.

Wondering why the car on the street is creeping slowly, as if following you.

Someone calling your name, but you are alone.

Door handle jiggling as someone tries to get in.

Hearing footsteps upstairs, when you are the only one home.

Lights going out, plunging you into darkness.

Hearing an inhuman noise come from just outside your house.

The shadow in the corner of your eye that disappears every time you look, but is still there when you look away.

Realization that you are not alone.

Overwhelming silence.

Being trapped somewhere all alone.

Vision blurring as you begin to fall to the ground.

Bring stuck underwater, unable to swim to the surface.

Your heart beating so heavy that you feel it in your head.

Comfort:

Gentle melody of a wind-chime.

Finding an old photo that reminds you of happy memories.

The sound of someone you love, laughing.

The feeling of lying in a warm bath.

Enveloping taste of peppermint tea.

That specific taste water has in the middle of the night.

The taste of a warm fresh baked cookie.

Lying in the grass with the warm sun casting over you.

Feeling your whole body relax as you lie down to go to sleep.

The soft feeling of fur as you pet an animal.

Sweet taste of chocolate coating your mouth.

The gentle sound of bubbles as you lie in the bath.

A long needed hug.

The pleasant sensation of someone combing their fingers through your hair.

The feeling of cool water rushing over you on a hot day.

Bundled up in a soft blanket on a cold night.

Others/Misc (Didn't know where to put):

Rhythmic dripping of a leaky faucet.

Ticking sound of a clock.

Sound of someone typing rhythmically.

Sound of a drink being poured into a glass.

The bright rainbow lights reflecting off a crystal and dancing around the room.

The melody of a music box.

Time seeming to slowdown as you fall.

Sweaty Palms.

The flickering light of a candle.

The clicking of heels on pavement.

Rhythmic sound of someone drumming their fingers.

The blowing of a fan, in an otherwise silent room.

The gentle melody of a piano.

Painful numbness in your hands after being out in the cold for too long.

The sudden and quick pain from a splinter.

Sound of paper tearing.

The relief of drinking water after severe thirst.

Fighting sleep as your eyes grow heavy and your head slowly gets heavier and heavier.

The muffled sounds you hear when underwater.

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Julia, if you’re reading this, I demand a Reynod’s and Brimsly book!

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Penelope: “Good night Mr Bridgerton”