“Professor Evans, I’ve made up my mind. I accept the invitation from the Austrian Orchestra.” Over the phone, Mr. Evans’s delighted laughter was unmistakable. “Finally came to your senses? I’ll arrange everything immediately. My students should know how to choose between love and future. You have a week to say your goodbyes.” I murmured a soft reply, then hung up. A final farewell to the Davidsons, the family I’d lived with for over 20 years, and to my fiancée. I hung up the phone and instinctively touched the watch on my wrist. Beneath the leather strap was a jagged, centipede-like scar. It wasn’t that I’d finally made a choice; it was that love and family had chosen to abandon me. A soft knock came from outside the lounge door. “Asher, can I come in?” Before the words fully left his lips, Liam Miller pushed the door open. His wide, innocent eyes, like a lost puppy, were full of a carefully cultivated vulnerability as he looked at everyone. And on his shirt collar, there was a lipstick stain. Noticing my gaze, he deliberately tugged at his collar, a smirk playing on his lips. “Oops, it’s all Isabella’s fault. She just *had* to tease me.” I couldn’t bring myself to give him a pleasant look. The “Isabella” he spoke of was once my fiancée. Now, she was Liam’s. I still remembered when Liam first returned. Isabella had taken me to the rooftop, swearing beneath a canopy of stars that she’d only ever marry me. No matter who came back, her love would always, *only*, be for me. Sadly, that blatant, passionate love lasted just one year and three months. One year and three months later, on another star-filled night, Isabella and a disheveled Liam knelt in the Davidsons’ grand living room. They pleaded with the Davidsons to change the name on her engagement contract to Liam Miller. What kind of filth and cunning lay beneath that innocent face? Good thing I was leaving. I had just agreed with Mr. Evans to go abroad and accept the consultant position with the Ryan Orchestra. After completing my final farewell performance here, I would never disturb this sweet couple again. “Asher, can you let me be the principal performer this time? Please, please, please?” Liam tugged at my hand, pouting. How many things had he stolen from me over the years using that trick? I was tired of it. I pulled my hand back forcefully. “Get out!” “Asher.” Liam stumbled backward, falling to the floor, clutching his slender hand, looking utterly wronged. Isabella Stone, who had just pushed the door open, rushed forward in two steps, shielding Liam in her arms as if he were a precious treasure. Her beautiful brows furrowed as she gently asked where he was hurt. Liam shook his head pitifully. “It’s okay, Asher didn’t mean it. I just lost my footing.” His voice was choked, not sounding “okay” at all. I instinctively frowned. I hadn’t pushed Liam. I’d only pulled my hand away. Who would believe such shoddy acting? But Isabella did. She looked at me, her eyes icy. “Asher Davidson, I thought you were just a spoiled master of the Davidson family. Even with a bad temper, I thought you at least had some integrity.” Hearing the commotion, the three Davidson sisters also rushed in. They surrounded Liam, doting on him, while their gazes at me were filled only with blame and disappointment. “Liam suffered for so many years because of you, why can’t you just let him have this? Don’t perform at this concert, let Liam do it.” Charlotte Davidson, the eldest sister, always spoke with the most authority. My heart, already simmering in pain, had its last drop of affection squeezed out by her words. This was my farewell performance. I just wanted to put a period on the music I loved and say a proper goodbye to everyone. After all, once I left the country, I wouldn’t be coming back. **Chapter 2** “You still have injuries. It’s just one time. When your injuries heal, you can play as many shows as you want.” Victoria Davidson, my second sister, frowned. Ruby Davidson, my third sister, always the most outspoken, added, “Asher, if you insist on competing with Liam, you won’t be allowed to play the piano ever again.” A bitter taste filled my mouth, but I still wanted to fight for myself this one last time. “Sisters, this performance is very important to me, I…” “You know the Davidsons’ influence. We are your family. If we don’t approve, no one will dare let you play.” Before I could finish, Charlotte cut me off with another warning. I forced a wry smile. Was the Davidsons’ most feared power play finally coming for me? “Liam, come on. Don’t you like LEGOs? Ruby finished building the set for you.” Surrounded by the comforting women, Liam finally smiled, looping his arm around Isabella. “Ruby’s the best!” “Then don’t be sad anymore, okay?” The four women left, circling Liam as if he were the sole star in their universe. I felt disoriented. These past twenty years felt like a long dream. In that dream, I, too, was once cherished by my sisters and Isabella. Back then, I was the Davidsons’ only little prince, adored by my three sisters. And my fiancée, engaged to me since childhood, revolved around me. Every morning, four plates of breakfast would be placed before me, as the four women watched me with eager eyes. I would sigh, vexed, and my parents would just laugh. Everyone told me that the Davidsons’ young master deserved all this affection. When I was six, I fell in love with a pianist performing on stage. My parents didn’t want me to suffer, so my four sisters scrimped and saved to pay my tuition and help me fulfill my dream. Ruby even took on the most ridiculous side hustles at school, even selling her cherished belongings, just to earn money for my piano lessons. Isabella rallied all her classmates to organize my first-ever concert; anyone who clapped could copy their homework. My parents and Isabella’s parents were both furious and amused when they found out. Later, as they grew up, Isabella, whenever she drank too much, would force me to repeat, over and over, that I only loved Isabella, forever and ever. I truly fell for her. I thought that among all arranged marriages, mine would be the happiest. Until Liam Miller appeared. The day I stood at the Davidsons’ doorstep with the DNA test results, Liam was skinny and small, wearing faded, worn-out clothes, looking utterly pathetic. That day, my world crumbled. I learned that I wasn’t the Davidsons’ biological son. Everyone told me that nothing would change, I would just have another younger brother. But my three sisters no longer cherished me as carefully as before. Just a pout and a few words from him, and everything instantly became his. Charlotte, usually calm and composed, would book the most luxurious hotel for him. Victoria, angelic and aloof, would fuss over him in a panic. Ruby, mischievous by nature, would spend hours building a LEGO set for him. Even my fiancée, who once backed herself into a corner, repeating over and over “I love Asher the most,” fearing she’d lose me. She now knelt with him in the Davidsons’ living room, demanding to change the name on the engagement contract. Everything I had was completely taken. Now, even my final farewell performance in this country was taken from me. I forced a bitter laugh, twisting the watch on my wrist. I should have known better. From the moment, three months ago, when the Davidsons chose to rescue Liam from the kidnappers and abandoned me, I should have known. I shouldn’t love Isabella anymore. Nor should I harbor any illusions about the Davidson sisters. I was tired. My heart was cold. In a week, I, the outsider, would leave the Davidsons forever, no longer disrupting their loving family. **Chapter 3** I closed the door, shutting myself off. Inside the lounge, I organized my belongings. Ten years in the orchestra, and the accumulated items filled the entire center of the room. I stared blankly at the expensive figurines and rare collectibles. I loved these models since childhood. Whenever a new one came out, my sisters and Isabella would find ways to buy it for me. Then they’d pat my head and say, “Our Prince Asher deserves to have everything.” Later, Liam came. New things stopped appearing in my room. Even I, it seemed, had become an old item. Now that I was leaving, these old possessions held no meaning. I called a disposal service to come pick them up for destruction. While waiting for the truck, I went to resign from the theater. The theater management, in a tacit understanding, didn’t mention the farewell concert. I didn’t say anything either. Outside these walls, the Davidsons’ influence was too formidable to challenge. I no longer wanted to bother with them. My farewell concert? I’d consider it my final payment to the Davidsons, and an apology to Liam. Leaving the theater, Isabella’s car blocked my way. “Mr. Davidson, Ms. Stone would like you to come to the Hyatt Hotel.” “No.” I turned to walk away. “Mr. Davidson, please don’t make this difficult for us.” Four bodyguards blocked every escape. I knew each of them. These were the people Isabella used to protect me. Now, they were used to coerce me just the same. I lowered my head and squeezed myself into the spacious car. Isabella’s voice, vowing she’d never force me, still echoed in my ears. But I was no longer Ms. Stone’s fiancé. I no longer had the privilege of her special affection. Good. Leaving this way, with a clear conscience, clean. The car stopped at the Hyatt Hotel. The banner in the banquet hall, “Celebrating Liam Miller’s Triumph as Principal Performer,” was particularly glaring. The private room door was open. Four women shielded Liam in the center. Liam stood exactly where I once stood, smiling sweetly. I let out a low, mocking laugh. The word “Triumph”? Truly fitting. “Asher!” Liam was the first to spot me. He ran towards me from inside the room. “I thought you wouldn’t come. It’s all my sisters and Isabella. I told them not to organize it, but they were afraid I’d feel wronged. They insisted. Asher, if you have to blame someone, blame me.” Liam looked at me timidly. I had done nothing, yet it felt as though I had bullied him. Isabella walked out from inside, shielding Liam behind her. “Liam said he’s never had a banquet before. We just found an excuse. You don’t have to blame him.” The four women stared at me as if I were a formidable enemy. Liam was incredibly good at eliciting sympathy. If it were before, I would have gone ballistic. I wouldn’t have been able to stand my honor being stolen, then flaunted in front of me. Even less could I have stood my three sisters’ and Isabella’s affection shifting to someone else. Everyone told me nothing would change, but why did *everyone* change? But now, I just offered a detached smile. “Then congratulations, little brother and soon-to-be sister-in-law.” I strode out of that suffocating circle. Since Liam enjoyed being surrounded, I would let him have it. From now on, my relationship with the Davidsons would simply be that of debtor and creditor. Once I repaid their kindness for raising me, we would be strangers. **Chapter 4** My sudden calmness made the four women uncomfortable. They wanted to call out to me, but then realized that the name “Asher” had, at some point, become bitter on their tongues. “Isabella, let’s go inside too.” Isabella snapped back to reality when Liam hooked his arm through hers. She forcefully suppressed the unspeakable emotions in her heart, then softly whispered to Liam, “Okay,” her actions intimate, like lovers whispering sweet nothings. “Isabella! Asher is still here!” Liam deliberately raised his voice. I understood his intention, but I couldn’t be bothered to respond. The banquet, from start to finish, unfolded exactly as I expected. Because for over twenty years, this was how they had organized banquets for me. My three sisters, true to their word, were giving Liam everything they had once given me, one item at a time. “Liam, look at Victoria’s gift.” Victoria opened a box. Inside was a music stand decorated with dazzling jewels. Each gem was priceless, as if a skilled artisan had secretly brought them into the human world from a fairy’s treasure chest. I stared at the familiar music stand, my fingertips unconsciously digging into my flesh. This was the one Victoria had made by hand for me two years ago when I won the Golden Award, spending months on it. At the awards ceremony that day, Victoria had told everyone that this music stand could only be used by the Davidsons’ young master. That statement had once gone viral, with netizens playfully calling them “obsessed with their little brother.” Watching Liam now, holding the sparkling, jewel-encrusted music stand, I gently pressed a hand to my chest. I thought that if I just left, if I just forgot, the pain would cease. But the dense, stabbing pain that flared in my chest was impossible to ignore. “Asher, Isabella says this music stand has a matching box. Can I borrow it from you?” “Even though I grew up away from home, I want to be the best musician, just like you, Asher.” Liam playfully extended his hand, his eyes full of unspoken accusations. Accusations that I was the thief who’d stolen his life. Accusations that my Golden Award was only because of the Davidsons. “Give it to him.” Isabella’s voice was firm, her icy gaze filled with intimidation. Her stare pierced me, leaving me feeling utterly exposed once again. That exquisite box was something Isabella had privately given me, custom-made by her own hands, engraved with both our names. My gaze fell on each of them, but not one person looked back at me. “Fine.” Since I had decided to leave, I wanted a clean break. I had intended to return the box to Isabella anyway, but hadn’t found the right opportunity. Her asking for it now was even better. I placed the box on the table. Returning what belonged. I wouldn’t cling. “I’m not feeling well, I’ll be leaving now.” I stood up. This was their family dinner, after all. As an outsider, once I’d served as a backdrop, I should discreetly leave. But I couldn’t get out of the room before my three sisters surrounded me. “Asher, what’s wrong? You’ve always had a weak constitution since childhood. Why are you still not taking care of yourself at this age?” Charlotte naturally reached out, touching my forehead. Since I was little, whenever I fell ill, Charlotte would always feel my forehead first. “You’re sick again and not going to the hospital? I’ll take you.” Victoria naturally took my wrist. To look after my health, my second sister had specifically studied traditional medicine. Even Isabella stepped forward, her face cold but filled with concern. “Don’t try to hurt yourself to get my attention. Now, go to the hospital immediately!” Seeing their concerned expressions, I forced a bitter smile. They were the ones who abandoned me, the ones who left me scarred and torn. Yet now they rushed to show concern. I sharply pulled my hand away. Before the words “No need” could escape my lips, Liam suddenly grabbed Isabella. “It must be because of me. I was too happy, I stole Asher’s spotlight, that’s why he’s sick. I won’t have the banquet, I don’t deserve it. Let’s take Asher to the hospital.” **Chapter 5** The four women instantly moved away from me. Isabella’s icy gaze softened into tenderness and pity when it fell on Liam. “Asher, you don’t seem seriously ill. How about we accompany you after the banquet? Occasionally having fun is good for your health.” Victoria delivered her verdict. Between Liam and me, they ultimately chose him. “No need.” I turned and left. I didn’t need their charity. After leaving the hotel, my phone buzzed several times. It was my three sisters, reminding me to go to the hospital, and Isabella’s hospital appointment confirmation. Looking at each word of concern, I just wanted to laugh. What were they trying to do? Isn’t it because of them that I’ve become this way? Three months ago, the ones who kidnapped Liam and me were the Davidsons’ sworn enemies. Everyone knew those people were desperate and that Liam and I wouldn’t fare well. The kidnappers left two addresses, aiming to make the Davidsons split their forces to rescue us. But they miscalculated. Everyone went to rescue Liam; not a single person came for me. The kidnappers unleashed all their rage on me. I was dragged across cold concrete, my skin sliced inch by inch with a small blade. My hands, meant for playing music, had their fingers broken one by one. From hope to resentment, then to absolute despair—it only took half a month. But that half-month felt like a lifetime to me. Half a month later, the police rescued me from the kidnappers. By then, I was tortured beyond recognition. Yet when I returned to the Davidsons’ home. Everyone was gathered around Liam, who was unharmed, merely frightened. No one even noticed I was gone for half a month. No one cared that I’d lost my chance to play the piano. I felt a sticky warmth on my face. When I reached up, I found my cheeks streaked with tears. I’d failed myself. Months earlier, I still held onto hope for Isabella and the Davidsons. But with Liam’s return, a rift had formed between us. Many coveted Isabella, but no one had made a move before because I was always by her side. Then, after a concert, Isabella drunk-dialed me. When I arrived, she was semi-conscious on the floor. The person who drugged her used something potent; there wasn’t even time to get her to a hospital. Isabella clung to me, repeatedly calling my name, repeatedly saying she loved me. I couldn’t bear it. I held Isabella’s face, and for the only time, I forced her to say: “Isabella, always love… me.” Isabella looked up, her expression hazy: “Isabella loves Asher. Always. Only. Asher.” That night, we were both completely reckless. She almost drained me. I fantasized that she would withstand all the pressure and marry me. But later, Isabella and Liam knelt in the Davidsons’ living room, saying she wanted to marry Liam. Yet I always remembered how she’d professed her love. I couldn’t believe Isabella would lie when her consciousness was hazy. I thought she had some unspeakable difficulty. Until three months later, Isabella was found to be pregnant. Judging by the timing, this child should be mine. I went to the hospital alone to get the report, overjoyed, and called her. With this child, we could marry and start our family naturally. But Isabella didn’t answer. I stood on the street, making countless calls. Until the kidnappers abducted me, my phone fell to the ground, still on the dialing screen. But when I returned, the baby was gone. Aborted. **Chapter 6** I’d never believed in ghosts, but I heard that unborn children, those who never saw the light of day, could be tormented. I pricked my fingertip, letting a drop of blood fall, and stitched a tiny protection charm thread by thread. In three days, I would leave. Before I left, I wanted to take the protection charm to the church and pray for the baby. I didn’t leave my room all day. I didn’t want to see any of the Davidsons. I also didn’t have time to go out until late at night, when I finally finished the protection charm. The next morning, I got up early. I didn’t want to disturb anyone in the Davidson household. I walked from the villa community to the subway station, then to the Administrative Services Office. The staff were just starting their day. I picked up my passport. Just as I was about to leave, someone patted my shoulder. “Asher! You’re here too!” Alex Hayes, my best friend, had two dimples when he smiled. He lived right across from the Davidsons. “Why did you cancel your farewell concert? I’d already bought tickets and was planning to cheer you on!” Alex casually slung his arm around my shoulder. We always told each other everything. But now, I didn’t know how to explain. The Davidsons had raised me; I couldn’t throw my sisters under the bus. Seeing my silence, Alex’s smile faded. “Is it because of *him*?” I gave a small smile, not replying. Alex instantly understood, his indignation rising. “I knew he was no good the moment he arrived! Claimed to be a poor, struggling kid, yet he somehow got the Davidsons’ DNA? Your Davidsons…” “Forget it.” I took Alex’s hand. “How the Davidsons choose is their business. I have my own choices too.” As for the Davidsons’ affairs, I no longer wanted to meddle. It was *their* Davidson family. It had nothing to do with me. Alex also fell silent. Big family drama was never something they could truly control. “Asher, you haven’t shown up lately, and everyone’s missed you. Our whole circle? We’re all on your side, Ash! Just say the word if you need anything.” Alex opened his arms. I accepted his hug. We patted each other’s backs, and my eyes welled up. “Don’t be sad. No matter what, I’ve always got your back.” Alex punched me lightly on the shoulder. We looked at each other and both laughed. Alex used to joke with me like this all the time. It always made Isabella fume, which was why she’d never had a pleasant word for him all these years. But now, things were different. After saying goodbye to Alex, I walked alone down the street. Isabella’s car silently followed behind me. Watching my solitary figure, Isabella felt a strange sense of unfamiliarity. She felt I had changed, in a way that made her uneasy. After much hesitation, she called my number. “Get in.” I was surprised when I saw her caller ID. How long had it been since Isabella initiated a call to me? Hearing her voice from the phone, I turned around. Through the car window, Isabella waved her phone at me. At eight in the evening, the streets were bustling with people. I didn’t want to end up on social media. I walked over. As I reached for the back door, Isabella pushed open the passenger door. This used to be my exclusive seat. But now, should I still sit there? “Don’t let Liam misunderstand.” I closed the passenger door and got into the back seat. Isabella fell silent for a moment, looking at the empty passenger seat beside her. “Where to?” “The church.” **Chapter 7** Neither of us spoke during the drive, as if we were already strangers. After waiting for a red light, Isabella pressed the accelerator. “What are you going to the church for?” “To pray,” I said. Isabella asked again, “Who are you praying for?” I looked up, meeting Isabella’s eyes in the rearview mirror. I really wanted to ask her if she truly didn’t remember that night. Did she truly not care that we once had a child? “Do you remember, a few months ago, at the Royal Hotel?” Isabella frowned. She remembered. She only remembered that a small supplier had hosted the event. If it weren’t for an old family referral, she would never have gone to that party. It was also that day that Liam had supposedly “slept with her,” and out of a sense of obligation, she’d proposed changing the engagement. But why was I suddenly bringing up that day? “That day I called off the engagement, it was because of my personal issues, not you. You don’t have to…” Isabella’s phone rang mid-sentence. It was a special ringtone Liam had set on her phone. After just one ring, Isabella answered. “Isabella, are you busy right now? Can you come here? I got scratched by a Chihuahua. I’m sorry, I always mess things up and bother you.” Liam’s pathetic voice came through the phone. Isabella instinctively looked at me. “Isabella, I also have something I want to tell you. Will you listen?” My hand tightened on the protection charm. Isabella frowned. “Later. Liam’s hurt.” “Okay.” In that instant, I truly despaired. I opened the car door and got out without a word, no clinging, no argument. This, paradoxically, made Isabella uneasy. She felt that this time was different from before. It felt like I was truly about to disappear from her world. This feeling was indescribable. Isabella wanted to ask why I had suddenly brought up that day. But a thousand words reached her lips, only to turn into a single, “I’m sorry.” The black car peeled out, kicking up a cloud of dust. By the time the dust settled, I had long since left that spot. The church was on the city’s outskirts; Isabella dropped me off where no cabs would go. I walked the rest of the way to the church. After lighting the incense, I reached for the protection charm, but my whole body froze. The protection charm was gone. I was certain I hadn’t taken it out at all during the journey. If it wasn’t on the road, then it had to be in Isabella’s car. That was the only thing I could do for my unborn baby. I called her several times. Just like the day I was kidnapped, no matter how many times I tried, the calls never connected. I vaguely remembered hearing Liam say on the phone that he was injured at the Davidsons’ house. Along the way, I gave the driver countless tips, begging him to get to the Davidsons’ as fast as possible. “Isabella, give me your car keys, my…” I pushed open the garden gate. Liam was squatting on the ground, teasing a dog. The toy he was using to tease it was the very protection charm I had made for our child. “Asher, you’re back.” Liam looked up. In that moment, the challenging smile in his eyes — I didn’t believe he didn’t know what it was for. “Give it back.” I trembled, reaching out my hand to him. “It’s just a toy, Asher, why are you so tense?” “Unless… this protection charm is for some bastard child of yours?” Liam’s voice dropped to a whisper for the last few words. Seeing me rush forward, he deliberately “missed,” and the puppy bit into the protection charm, shaking its head violently. **Chapter 8** My heart clenched. I lunged for the puppy, desperate to snatch the protection charm. But my foot caught on Liam’s outstretched leg. “Ah!” The culprit behind me fell, and my hand hit a stone, a sharp, piercing pain shooting through me. Thankfully, I got the protection charm back. Baby, I’m so sorry… I clutched the protection charm tightly in my hand, pressing it against my chest. I didn’t even notice my palm was cut, blood staining the fabric. “Liam Miller!” Seeing this scene, Isabella didn’t even have time to put down her phone. She rushed over, embracing Liam who was on the ground. The phone accidentally switched to speaker, and her assistant’s voice came through. “Ms. Stone, the leads from the Royal Hotel have been compiled and sent to your email.” But at that moment, none of the three were in a state to listen. Isabella anxiously checked Liam’s injuries. Liam leaned against Isabella’s shoulder, looking utterly wronged again. “Isabella, why does Asher hate me so much? Is it because I took Asher’s place? But I didn’t want to!” “No, it’s not.” Isabella tenderly rubbed the bruise on Liam’s leg. The intense pity in her eyes turned cold and grim when she looked up at me. “Apologize.” Huh! He was the one who stole my things. He was the one who tripped me. Couldn’t Isabella see? I offered a bitter smile, looking at her deeply. For some reason, seeing me, on the verge of breaking, made Isabella’s heart clench in unbearable pain. I ultimately said nothing, just turned and walked away. “Isabella.” Just as Isabella was about to say something, Liam called out to her. “Asher Davidson, apologize!” “If you just walk away like this, you’ll never see each other again!” My steps faltered for a moment. Then so be it. Never again. I lifted my foot, walking away with even greater resolve. Watching my retreating figure shrink in the distance, Isabella suddenly felt a surge of panic. She had a sudden feeling that something precious was slipping away from her, forever. After leaving the Davidsons’ home, I only belatedly realized the piercing pain in my palm. The protection charm was soaked in blood, stuck to my wound. When I peeled it off, the wound was raw and bleeding profusely. Compared to Liam’s bruised leg, my injury was utterly insignificant. But only children who are loved have the right to cry. I just gritted my teeth and roughly treated the wound myself. Then I went back to the church. I hoped my unborn child could find peace and safety, free from harm. On my last day before leaving, I packed all my luggage and the things I intended to return to the Davidsons. It was ironic. From childhood, my Davidson sisters and Isabella had given me enough gifts to fill an entire warehouse. Yet, the things that truly belonged to *me* could be packed into a single small suitcase. I placed the warehouse keys and my bank card into a drawer. The card held all the money I’d earned playing music over the years. I wasn’t sure of the exact amount, but it was easily over ten million dollars. That should be enough to repay the Davidsons’ kindness for raising me. I stood at the doorway, looking at the spacious, luxurious bedroom. This had once been the best room in the Davidson house, aside from the master bedroom. It was originally meant for Charlotte, but my three sisters, doting on me, had secretly decorated it as my bedroom. After Liam came, he’d hinted and outright asked for it countless times. This was the only space I hadn’t lost, and to protect this one last inch of my territory, I’d been branded as unforgiving. Now, all of it. As they wished. The sky lightened. Downstairs, things were lively for a while. Today was Liam’s first time performing as the principal. My three sisters and Isabella revolved around Liam. Once it quieted down downstairs. I pulled out my suitcase and handed the bedroom keys to the housekeeper. I gave her instructions to handle everything once my sisters returned. From now on, the Davidson household would still have its three masters. No more, no less. I, the outsider, would no longer be there to disrupt their happy family. Closing the door. I didn’t look back.
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