countess_karnstein | What Time Is It? lauronica

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What Time Is It? lauronica_mars

Years had passed since the events at Silas University. Since the mansion and the unforgeable encounter with Elle and the bunch of restless spirits. Thankfully, since the destruction of the left over eggs from the Angler Fish God life had finally become normal. Well, normal in the world of Carmilla and Laura wasn’t your usual definition. Carmilla was a vampire and finally had her PHD in philosophy. LaF and Perry’s business had exploded and grown to chains all across the world. They even bought an apartment near Laura and Carm’s for when they were in town and could visit. Carm swore Laura pretty much spoke to them every day anyway. Her and her friends were inseparable at times. At first Carm found that annoying but over the years she’d come to respect how there for one another they were. Sometimes it even reminded Carm of a time her and Mattie were so close.

She got back to the apartment before Laura. This time carrying another box of colourful fan mail, thankfully smaller than the one from yesterday. Laura’s reporting had finally paid off and after her blog and videos exploded over the internet a lot of people stepped forward with strange or supernatural occurrences around the world. It meant the two of them got to travel, help people which Laura loved to do and her reporting was as popular than ever. Even Carm got fan mail which weirded her out from time to time. At least in all this between them, LaF and Perry none of the small success had gone to their heads.

After placing the box on the kitchen counter Carm poured herself a glass of synthetic blood. LaF and Perry supplied them free of charge which was another thing Carm could never complain about. She took a sip standing in front of the five year plan board which was now mounted on the living room wall. The laptop was still out from some recording Laura had done in the morning. Carm pulled her long now straight hair back and into a high ponytail collapsed on the couch. The clock read 23:06. By vampire time this was way too early to be up.

There was a groan followed by a blanket being pulled down over her. Her hand only escaped to turn on the TV to the horror channel. Obviously Carm’s favorite.

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Laura looked at the pair of them up and down, her mouth going dry as she knew they were putting on the deliberate wolf in sheep's clothing look for her and then stalking her, making her shudder as she realised she was their prey. This promised to be painful and fun.

"Of course I can tell you two apart." Laura smiled. "You're MirMilla." She kissed the vampire dancing with her lightly on the lips just before she was passed over and stole a quick kiss from the other one. "And you're CarCalla."

She shrugged with a teasing smile. "It's not as if I'm doing anything else. But what are the punishments and what are the rewards? And are you going to tell the truth if I get it right?" She was looking straight at Mircalla as she asked, wondering what she would say.

Both vampires spun and danced Laura between them, sometimes kissing her sometimes teasing it but pulling away at the very last moment. It became an addictive game of who could tease her the most. Carmilla often choosing to place the kisses along her jawline, deliberately edging down her neck and to her shoulder. Mircalla taking the other side of her neck, more focused on nipping and making sure she felt Laura’s body react to her.

“We’re not telling you the reward. That’s saved for when you get it right.” Mircalla answered, pulling and spinning off towards one of the tables.

Carmilla made sure she distracted Laura from seeing what her double was doing by kissing her full and hard on the lips. She moaned, both hands coming up into Laura’s hair as she was unable to pull away. It did start as a distraction, just as her and Mircalla planned but the kiss went past lust and spilled out pure love. Perhaps to the point it gave her away. “Looks like you guessed wrong.”, the kiss left her breathless and throbbing. Mircalla watching from the table with devilish smile.

“You know, in old times if you had done something wrong…” While Mircalla was talking, Carmilla took Laura’s hands and led her towards one of posts of the four poster. She kissed her again, enough time to wrap cord around Laura’s wrists together and fasten her to the post. “…you received public lashing.”

Carmilla crawled onto the bed, facing Laura and teasing her with wicked smiles as she ripped apart her clothes, exposing her flesh. There was something so smooth and flawless about her skin that both of them let their eyes fall to their darkest parts of hunger. “First punishment.” Mircalla said aloud and took the crop from the table behind her. She waited for second to tease Laura, giving that element of surprise before spanking across the back side. Each crack, like the sound of a whip getting louder as Mircalla used Carm’s reaction to judge Laura’s level of pain.

Laura felt dizzy as she was passed between the two vampires, but able to tell who was who. Which was nippier and which was nicer. And knowing that Carmilla would always ask.

And she returned the kiss with a moan, completely aware it was Carmilla kissing her breathless and leading her to the whipping post to be bound to it, standing. And able to grind her hips against the post, which she did with a moan before positioning herself so that each stroke of the whip would force her to grind.

And then she whimpered as Carmilla shredded her clothes, leaving her naked between the two vampires, one breast on either side of the pole as her dark eyes looked almost pleadingly at Carmilla although not even slightly wanting this to stop. Even if she knew that the only clothes she'd get from now until they went home would be gifts from their hosts. Laura shuddered at the thoughts, dripping wet, and nipples painfully hard.

And she cried out at the sting of the crop, bucking and twisting when she was hit by the crop when she'd been expecting a flogger; it must be a difference between either Carmilla and Mircalla or herself and Ell. Hit, she wanted to hit back. This wasn't above her pain threshold - just into her instincts.

She barely even thought at the second stroke, twisting again and clutching at the knots which almost appeared to melt under Carmilla's gaze. Certainly they shouldn't behave like that, and Laura's hands were free regardless of the loops of rope that should have held them anyway. Rope and fire were after all amongst the most human things around.

And the rest was pure muscle memory and krav maga; being a martial art designed for the IDF, Krav Maga involves the use of weapons at relatively low levels (especially medium sized sticks or even unloaded rifles) and Laura hadn't learned in a McDojo. Both vampires were caught completely by surprise.

An instant later Laura had taken two steps and the crop was in Laura's hands, the tip of the crop pressed against the hollow at the base of the back of the vampire's skull (which was of course an utterly useless way to hold a bendy riding crop but muscle memory was what it was.)

"Shit! Sorry, Mircalla." Laura blinked. "And what the hell just happened?"

Facing Laura was exactly where Carmilla needed to be. Seeing her love pushed up and exposed against the post made her ache. More than ache, she was already so wet that it verged on writhing and Carm wanted Laura to look her in the eyes and see how much she wanted her.

Toying with the idea of being able to look but not touch she knelt on the bed and started to delicately unbutton her dress. Slowly at first and making sure the swell of her breasts were clearly on show and purposefully in Laura’s line of sight. When she finally reached the bottom button the dress well away revealing Carm to be just as exposed as her love was. She laid back propped up on her elbows ready to watch what was going to happen. Dark eyes cast on Laura’s level of pleasure or pain would be reflected in in how she decided to play with herself.

While Mircalla got the first snap of the crop, enjoying the medium level of pain she cracked in order to explore Laura’s threshold. She became disappointed when she didn’t leave a mark and pouted at Carmilla on the bed, hoping her double would start to play with herself if only to tease Laura further.

That’s when she saw her doppelgangers expression change.

Carm saw the rope melt away and felt the heat emitting form what she presumed was either Laura’s hands or Laura herself. Her expression dropped fast into worry, pushing herself up on the bed now in shock how Laura was able to break free.

The new few seconds for her were a blur.

It was no secret that Laura could fight and hold her own but the moves she used on Mircalla weren’t any that Carm had remembered seeing before. She watched her take down the older version of herself not knowing if Mircalla was holding back or if she was generally trying to best Laura’s strength.

If it wasn’t for the fact Laura had melted the rope Mircalla wouldn’t have been so surprised and Carmilla’s expression spoke volumes. Not even she knew what her Laura was capable of.

Mircalla then grabbed the crop from the back of her head and spin around to grab Laura. Her goal was to pin from behind by using the crop across her throat. “What the hell was that?” Mircalla loved it when Ell fought back so naturally she was going to love Laura doing it too. Only part of her now extremely cautious over Laura’s abilities. “If this some sort of trick…”

Laura could have told Carmilla that strength didn't matter as much as she thought; Laura's sparring partners for Krav Maga had frequently been Kirsch sized and she knew from experience mass mattered as well as strength and Carmilla had no more mass than Laura herself. Also that size and strength both mattered less than technique even if she'd lose to someone with Kirsch's size and strength and only five years of intensive training nine times out of ten in sparring. But, keyed up on adrenaline, she saw Mircalla turn and grab the crop (which wasn't much of a weapon anyway) and dropped and rolled for distance. At this range of course sweeping the vampire's feet out from under her as she rolled away was second nature.

"I don't know?" Laura's hands automatically came up in a guard as she faced Mircalla from the far side of the bed and she forced herself to lower them. "And not a trick, Mircalla. I don't know how I did that? Or even that I could do that? And Carm? You remember how I was after those tentacle monsters from the alchemy club?" Keyed up, but also asking Carmilla to move slowly if she touched her. "That's how I feel right now."

There had been enough versions of themselves that had bounced into this universe. Mircalla and Ell thought they had seen them all. That’s what happens when the library contains energy and a mind of its own. It was also one of the reasons the two of them chose to stay on the campus and monitor it along with Ell becoming the Dean. So when Laura melted the rope and pulled those moves knocking Mircalla down to the ground, she naturally become curious and wanted to know what was going on. Mircalla then went to say something about Ell not being able to do that but before the sentence was finished Laura had taken her by surprised and knocked her on her back.

From the second Laura had turned on Mircalla, Carmilla couldn’t stop watching. She was a little in shock over what was happening but for the most part incredibly aroused. Carm had let her fingers cover her lips when Laura took the crop from Mircalla, an attempt to stop herself from laughing. And just as she thought she couldn’t enjoy this anymore, Laura swept Mircalla down.

That hit home and Carm didn’t realise she was that turned on that she had bitten her own bottom lip and let blood fill her mouth.

She snapped out a trance as soon as Laura spoke. Carm could hear the honesty in Laura’s tone and quickly got up off the bed. She ignored Mircalla who was now trying to get up and slowly walked towards Laura. “Laura, it’s okay.”, Carm said softly not only closing the gap between them but clearly revealing she was Carmilla. Not that Laura didn’t probably already know that.

When she got close enough to let her fingers lightly trace up both of Laura’s arms, Carmilla fully closed the gap between them and gave Laura the most reassuring kiss she could. One of her hands crept up slowly into Laura’s hair as she held her against her. “I don’t know where that came from Hollis but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy it.” Carm smiled, trying to distract Laura and calm down whatever was happening. The was a big step considering this morning Carm had worried something was wrong with her.

“How long has she had these abilities?” Mircalla mumbled and nursed the back of her head while Carm ignored the question.

"Abilities?" Laura glared even as she relaxed against Carmilla. "The only thing I did that I haven't been able to do longer than I've known Carmilla is escape her ties. The rest is simply intermediate Krav Maga, and I've been practicing that since I was eight. Without any breaks or dislocations and not in a McDojo. Ell, I guess, as that much older learned Taekwondo instead?" She was rewarded with a minor nod from Mircala. "Not a bad choice, and if Ell wants to kick Kirsch in the head she's going to be better at it than I am, but Krav Maga was literally designed for battlefield conditions and I used a rifle disar. The rest of it is just leverage and that strong as you are the top joint of your finger isn't stronger than my bicep. And that you're no heavier than I am so you aren't harder to knock down if you're not expecting it."

She smiled, her posture changing, and gaining a little confidence. "If you'd like, Mircala, I can show you exactly what happened in slow motion. With either you or Carmilla as the demonstration model. And all human techniques. Other than escaping from Carmilla tying me up of course?"

When she relaxed Carm instinctively rested her head against Laura’s. Instead of playing with her hair she let her hand slip down her back all the way to her loves backside and gave a squeeze. The fact they were both naked didn’t help. Carmilla struggled to keep concentration at the best of times let alone when Laura had her clothes off.

“Ready for round two Mircalla?” Carm turned to look at her doubles unimpressed expression. She wondered if Laura knew how much this was getting to her.

Mircalla laughed. “Aright, I’ll play along cupcake for the sake of demonstration but don’t think I’m finished with you. You’re owed a punishment.”. She walked over to Laura and allowed her to demonstrate anything she needed to, amused at the fact she knew this was getting to Carmilla.

Laura jumped and smiled at the squeeze and then turned her back on Mircalla. "You've got the crop? Held lightly, as if you mean to use it. Because this is adapted from a technique intended to disarm people holding rifles."

She paused. "If I step here and twist like this, one hand above yours and one below it's only the top joint of your little finger holding the crop. I then twist between your fingers and your hand, round your thumb."

She smiled as she continued the motion. "And if this had been a rifle when I did this it would be the barrel of your gun to the base of your skull. All in less time than it takes me to take two steps." Thus the really odd way of holding the crop.

"And tripping you's easy. Push in your axis and it's impossible. Push at ninety degrees and you're still strong. Push up a little and you're no heavier than I am so you go off your feet." And with that Mircalla once again was flying through the air.

Carmilla laughed, loving every second of the show. On top of having Laura put Mircalla on her back for the second time, it was also enticing to hear what she had learnt. Creativity and intelligence were qualities she loved. Laura without a doubt had both.

“Can we not keep knocking me to the floor?” Mircalla growled. Laura was becoming confident. A quality that she loved in Ell. Maybe they weren’t that different after all. “So I hit you with a crop and you decide to go all ninja on me? Well that’s a new one sweetheart.” She walked to the cabinet not far from the bed and opened the doors to fix herself a drink. Vampire metabolism meant her sips might as well be mouthfuls of water which was apparent on the amount Mircalla just poured into a glass.

Carm barely heard Mircalla in the background. Once Laura had finished with the demonstration she took Laura in her arms and kissed hungrily and extremely fuelled by lust. Only when it ended did Carm’s teeth tugged on Laura’s earlobe. “You know I like it when you take control.”

Mircalla started to watch the two of them over the rim of her glass. When she sat on the edge of the bed, still with the white dress on she looked so innocent that if Ell walked in she probably wouldn’t recognise her. “I have an idea.

Laura, come here.”

Laura lost herself in the kiss, moaning into Carmilla's mouth but was still keyed up enough to whisper back loud enough for both vampires to hear "I know you do." And with that Carmilla was looking at the ceiling with Laura's foot on her chest.

"And the crop makes me fighty." Laura frowned. "That's why I don't want you to use crops on me Carm. Because that's how I react to them. I want to hit back and I don't want to hit you. Not that I mind hitting Mircalla."

She smiled, looking her most innocent. "As you wish, Mircalla." And she walked towards her.

There was that confidence again. The confidence Laura gave that not only worked up both of the vampires, it also fired them up. Carmilla more so as she didn’t expect to be knocked to the floor. She wanted to argue that the kiss made her drop her defences but couldn’t get words past her smile.

That smile soon faded when Laura answered Mircalla’s question by talking to her. “I didn’t use the...” Carm’s sentence stopped when Laura said she didn’t mind hitting Mircalla. Her expression showing a flash of anger before going blank.

Mircalla waited till Laura was close enough for her to reach out and grab. No speed or tricks, she simply pulled Laura to gently straddle her. “Show me some other moves? She purposefully pleaded, looking the most innocent Mircalla ever could. Both of her hands slid down and gripped Laura’s backside, keeping her close. “Please?”

"Oh for crying out loud." Laura pulled Mircalla's hands off her ass. "Would you two stop fetishising my ability to protect myself?" She twisted, half standing and half arching backwards so Mircalla's leg passed over her, and Mircalla was falling to the floor. "It's not as bad as the number of people I've scared."

And Mircalla was face down, right arm twisted and outstretched to the side with her hand being bent forward over the inside her wrist. "If you were human the only way out of that would be to dislocate your wrist. But being you you might be able to get enough leverage with your hips to lift that right shoulder. Or you can roll over and dislocate it."

Or she could literally dig holes into the floor with the fingers of her free hand to pull herself away from Laura, teleport, or change into a panther although that might get unpleasant. "This hold is mostly used in Aikido because it's cooperative or Krav Maga because it leaves you with a free hand."

Mircalla tested the hold and tried to move. Any gap of freedom and she would have taken her chance to break out of Laura’s hold. Unfortunately, she was right and Mircalla wasn’t going anywhere.

“Funny how you can be so like Ell in some ways but not in others.” She sighed, too stubborn to teleport and too full of frustration to transform. “I’m more than willing to get myself out of this. It might involve breaking a bone or two but I heal fast.”

Mircalla winced and tried to turn her wrist in an unnatural manner. “Or you could let me go?”

Laura shrugged. "Why would I want to let you do that, Mircalla? I mean it's not as if you wanted to see more." She was still turned on, but was also irritated enough to make Mircalla dislocate her own wrist or worse to escape if she didn't teleport clear.

She smiled at Carmilla and raised one eyebrow. "Or you can come and get me and we'll make Mircalla watch. Or even be the bed if you've got restraints."

When Laura mentioned Mircalla being restrained to watch she even struggled harder. The force of her trying to push up from the ground caused the beginning of a pop to her shoulder. She didn’t like that. There was no way Mircalla was going to be forced to watch her doubles without being able to take part herself. She was already wound up enough as it was and where would be the fun if she couldn’t dominate a different version of her Ell.

“Sweetheart, that’s not going to happen.”, Mircalla growled. She was losing her patience and being put on the floor three times in less than ten minutes had fired up her temper enough as it is. Mircalla, against her pride decided to teleport before any restraints could be put on her. Black smoke danced between Laura’s fingers while the vampire rematerialized back to her glass of wine by the side of the bed. “Catch me if you can.”, she goaded at Laura not afraid that any move she placed Mircalla felt she had the upper hand with being able to teleport.

She finished her glass and put it gently back on the table. “Besides Laura, you didn’t travel all this way to have Carmilla. You’ve got the both of us. A rare opportunity not to turn down.” She smirked at her. “And with Ell’s permission? I’m starting to wonder if you can’t handle the two of us? Maybe she should be here instead.” Mircalla purposefully tried to get a rise.

Carm had been quietly searching around the room for an item she knew would have to be here. Every draw, every cupboard was quietly pulled open and searched while the two of them spoke. It wasn’t until Mircalla teleported that Carm finally found the rope she was looking for. Black with tiny threads of dark purple through the binds she handed it to Laura in time to catch Mircalla’s last comment.

“Enough Mircalla.” Her comments might not have wound Laura up but they did her. “If you want to tie her up use these. She won’t be able to teleport out of them.”

Mircilla wasn’t surprised Carm knew about the rope though she did make a note to hide it in a better location next time. She hopped off the bed and took the one of the ends out of Laura’s hand. “Or you could tie Carmilla up and show you all the things you’re missing.

Choice is yours.”

Laura rolled her eyes. "And what exactly do you think I'm missing, Mircalla? Other than being fetishised because I can defend myself and hurt you pretty badly. Which at least beats people being afraid of me. Slightly. Or actually enjoying a crop rather than a paddle or a flogger? As for not being able to handle two insanely sexy vamps in my first ever threesome?" Laura shrugged.

"And I'm the one that fucked it up. But new rule. You don't get to punish me without discussing things beforehand. Carmilla I don't need it with, but that's because I know the difference."

“Would you calm the hell down from your high horse!” Mircalla snapped. “I know you can handle yourself. You, Ell, whatever other versions of you out there it seems to be one of the qualities you keep. A bit like us and saving your life.”

She listened to the rest of what Laura had to say, actually admiring the fact she was standing up for herself but also annoyed at the same time. Eventually she sighed. That look in her eye like a cat who has had their toy taken away. “Fine. Have it your way. But let me remind you that for a brief moment and right at the start I bet you couldn’t have told us apart.”

Carmilla unfolded her arms. No she did not need to step in and defend Laura. She was more than capable of doing that herself but she wasn’t going stand back and say nothing. She moved behind Laura, one hand slipping lightly around her waist, the other lacing their fingers together. She rested her head gently on Laura’s shoulder and stared at Mircalla. Her hand playing with the rings on hers and Laura’s fingers. “Trust me Mircalla, she knows the difference alright.”

There was an eye roll followed by Mircalla getting to her feet. She was clearly cranky, even Carmilla could spot all the same signs she made when she was cranky. At least that hadn’t changed. “I get it; you can’t take the crop. You have a low pain threshold, it’s fine. Not like I’ll do it again.”

“Not without permission.” Carmilla mocked. “Maybe someone is cranky they’ve been put on their ass a few times.”

"Of course I couldn't Mirmilla." Laura rolled her eyes, emphasising the first syllable she'd called Mircalla. "You look alike, but the way you touch me is different."

Another shrug. "And I guess little human me doesn't have the pain threshold of either a three hundred year old vampire or a version of me who's a vampire wielding the power of the Silas Charter, especially when not worked up to it." She didn't point out that it wasn't a matter of not being able to take the crop, but of wanting to hit back. "On the other hand being between you two is hotter than hell. And I enjoy playing the damsel sometimes."

Carm moved away from Laura and to the edge of the bed where Mircalla had been sitting. “You’re not a ‘little human’ anymore Laura. You’re something completely different and we don’t know what you’re capable of yet.”

That sentence pulled a raised eyebrow from Mircalla who now had replaced pouring herself a glass of wine to pouring a glass of blood. Even though the room which huge by comparison to most master bedrooms, Carmilla caught the scent straight away but ignored it to continue talking to Laura. “You’ve got fangs; you heal faster than we do. Hell, you froze LaF and I with barely a lift of your finger. I’ve only seen your eyes turn jet black once. Oh and then there’s the fact seem have the ability to burn things or at least burn through them.” She faintly smiled. “It’s almost as if you weren’t human to begin with. Like you were a sorceress or something. I thought Mattie would have known something.”

By this point Mircalla had walked back over. She brought the glass with her, taking a large sip and placing her hand at the base of Laura’s back. For Mircalla that touch was incredible well behaved. “Froze? As in stopped time froze? You can do that?”

"Froze as in paralysed froze." Laura shrugged. "I did something like this. Freeze!"

And she looked at Mircalla and her eyes widened as she realised it had succeeded. "Just like that."

And then Mircalla was able to move again, and Laura looked at her like Laura was a cat and Mircalla a canary. "I wonder if I kept saying freeze how long I could keep you like that. And how worked up I could get you." She smiled at her girlfriend. "Carmilla? Would you prefer to help me or join her?"

With a hard enough time trying to believe anything Carmilla was saying, Mircalla froze just as Laura had commanded. Carm could see the shock and frustration in her doubles eyes only briefly before Laura released her.

“If anyone is doing the working up here it’s us, to you. Two against one sweetheart. What’s the bet you can’t freeze both?” Mircalla didn’t like giving up a second of what she thought was her being the alpha in the room. Well not unless Ell arrived and even then Mircalla would make her work for that.

Carmilla perked up at Laura’s question. Enough that she got up off the bed and walked towards. Her eyes playfully mocking Mircalla. “Did you even need to ask? Help.”

Laura smiled wickedly. "Oh, you're going to help, Carmilla. Kneel." Carmilla would find herself compelled to kneel at Laura's word, and just as Mircalla was starting to smirk Laura turned to her and said "Freeze."

"I know Freeze only makes you freeze for a few seconds, Mircalla. So I have to say Freeze every few seconds so Freeze lasts." And Mircalla would have felt herself almost escape once there.

"Carmilla, crawl." Laura snapped her fingers, pointing to her feet. She'd start to crawl to where Laura indicated - but only two 'steps'. "You, freeze." As if she was letting Mircalla out that easily.

Carmilla caught Laura’s smile. It was the same wicked smile that made her feel utterly weak and what was worse was Laura knowing it had that effect. However, Carmilla didn’t expect Laura to use her powers on her. Mircalla, yes but Carm? Her girlfriend having these abilities was a whole new experience for her.

She fought against her command but knelt without hesitation, followed by the crawl. Mircalla itching to speak but completely frozen. Just when she thought she could start moving again, Laura reminded her to freeze.

Carm raised her eyebrow and looked at Laura. “Someone is abusing her new powers.” And with that she bent down and smiled at her double who was completely paralysed. “Being this quiet looks good on you Mircalla.”

When she finished gloating over not being frozen, Carm looked at Laura. “So one bite from me and you think you can command me huh?"

"Freeze." Laura was going to have to keep that up on Mircalla. But not Carmilla. Not yet anyway, and Laura caressed the side of her face. "And Mircalla's wearing too many clothes. It's not as if vampires freeze." Mircalla would notice the extra emphasis there; Laura was toying with her.

"The only sounds I want to hear from her are whimpers, moans, and perhaps a safe word. Otherwise she can just freeze." Laura gave Carmilla a conspiratorial smile as she pinched Mircalla's nipple with the hand she wasn't caressing her girlfriend with. And Mircalla would find that she could now make some sounds - whimpers and moans. "But you can help me strip her if you want. After that when I say freeze you will freeze as well. Then I get to pose you like a sexy mirror of each other, kept in place by me saying freeze. And whenever I touch one of you the other will feel an echo of that touch. Almost aching for the real thing even as you freeze."

What Time Is It? lauronica_mars

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