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house church.

May 15, 2016 by Stephen & Kelli Spurlock Filed Under: house church, kelli, photos Leave a Comment

A little over a week ago, we finished up this season of House Church. Week by week, we went through the Bible from Genesis through Paul’s letters, connecting each story to the Rescuer of Jesus Christ. Our last week Stephen shared about Paul’s letters and how he wrote to the growing church about how to live as Jesus did.

There have been ups and downs to this year of house church. It was so wonderful to finally put into words why we are here and what we believe. It was also a lot of work to write the study each week and go over it with translators, then organize the group and provide snacks. It wouldn’t have been possible without Kelvin & Laura, who took some weeks and helped with snacks. The entire process was hours of our week, and that is nice to be shared!

It was also challenging to overcome the talking and chaos that comes with our community. It was challenging to want them to understand and believe and care so badly, but for it to be out of our control.

IMG_0038As Stephen shared on the last week, I sat listening among the kids. I tried to keep them quiet, tried to listen, and tried to pray for them. For a moment, it felt frivolous: why are we working so hard to do this? Do they care about anything but the snack? Are they getting this at all?

I thought of Acts 2, where the Holy Spirit descended like tongues of fire. A strong wind; fire; multiple languages miraculously spoken.

I wondered why we haven’t seen God like that here. Why can’t Aung Moe see yet? Why is there still fighting when we are praying against it? Why aren’t things growing when we are praying for growth?

I just began to pray for the Holy Spirit to come, unsure of what that might look like.

I stood up to lead prayer a bit later. We’ve been talking all year about how powerful God is and how much he loves all of us. We’d been sharing how we made a choice to follow Jesus and love him, just like the Hebrews had that choice, the disciples, and now the growing church. We talked about the kids thinking about if they had made that choice, and then we prayed for them to love Jesus. We prayed for their families and the whole community.

I can’t say that we saw fire, but I can say that my prayer was answered. And all of our prayers for this House Church were answered, really. Both of us left that night encouraged; we felt like we’d finished well. There had been plenty of discouraging weeks; plenty of times we’d questioned if this was working. But we had finished. Truth had been spoken, week after week, and it is promised not to return void. An even more, we both felt like God was present, walking us through to the end and showing this community the power of his presence.

In some way or another, House Church will continue. We are praying through our options and talking with some friends and leaders about how to best reach the adults and kids alike. But all the same, we’re really thankful for this past year. Even as I am overwhelmed at all that is currently ahead of us; even as I write all these blogs..it is clear that God is walking this messy road with us.

our first summer program: part two.

May 15, 2016 by Stephen & Kelli Spurlock Filed Under: kelli, photos, playhouse Leave a Comment

This has been one of our busiest seasons in awhile, in the midst of the hottest summer we’ve had here, so there is much that has gone unsaid. I’m working on it, though, because amidst the chaos, there are some great things blooming.

You see, the summer program has worked! And that is worth noting.

IMG_2600The kids are coming and they are anxious to learn. The students helping are amazing and completely making it possible. We’ve practiced English and we’ve practiced math; we had a geography day and learned about continents, oceans, and countries. We have a money day coming this week to learn about counting and spending and saving.

I taught this little guy to add using Legos. It was amazing.

IMG_2751He made two little piles of 4 and 5, then added them up to 9. And then we did it over and over again with each problem.

I taught another young girl and little boy how to carry when they add. We learned about the different value places and added three digits with three digits.

IMG_2780We learned about families and who lives in their families. We learned how to describe people {and encouraged words other than “big” and “fat”}.

We sang songs and danced together.

IMG_0719They listened to stories with such intensity and learned about being nice to people that are different than us, picking up trash that can hurt the earth and animals, and how we all have something to offer.

We successfully wore the kids out for two hours, making them more sane the other hours of the day!

And summer just flew by us. We finish the summer program this week!

homelessness.

May 14, 2016 by Stephen & Kelli Spurlock Filed Under: kelli 2 Comments

Some dear friends of ours were kicked off their land this month. Oo Beh Kyaw & Thida are some of our favorites, in the most I-don’t-have-favorites sort of way, because how can you not be so grateful for such a great family? More often than not, they are the light at the end of this neighborhood tunnel, giving us hope that Jesus is making things grow.

They previously lived across from us, but they were kicked off that land two years ago. They moved to land next to the kids’ school, about 500m down the road. When Stephen was picking them up for bible study a two weeks ago, they told him the sad news of having to move. We offered to help in any way we could and that we’d follow up.

We have asked a few times since then, and it seemed like everything was covered. They said they had a new house planned on the same school property, they would just need to rebuild, and the land rental might be more expensive. It was still affordable, not too far from us, and seemed hopeful.

In the middle of this I had come down with a horrible eye infection that left me looking like Hitch and left me in bed for three days unable to see. We are also rolling out new Flour & Flowers recipes, schedules, and such; which all takes multiple trips to the store, multiple baking experiments, and multiple “meetings” with the women. Oh, and we made too many trips to the hospital this week, and we’re both running on empty.

When I saw Thida, on Thursday, it was in passing. I asked her how they were, and she said they were fine. I asked if they had a new place, and she said they did. When I asked where she said to come by and she’d show us. I assured her I would on Friday; I had bread to bake on Thursday.

I remembered this late in the day on Friday, and we made our way over last night. Their house is gone; it’s an empty plot of land. It felt just like two years ago, seeing the place that held so many people, memories, and smiles, left as a just an empty piece of land and loads of trash.

It’s amazing what power people can have over others. It’s amazing how revolutionary the cycles are. It’s heartbreaking to simply watch them go round.

We found their family gathered around another hut nearby where the old one stood. I’ve seen the look on their faces before: defeat, hopelessness, questions, timidity. Smallness. They look so small when they are fearful and helpless and unsure. I miss the confident, smart look on Chit Ne Oo’s face after school. Or Thida’s determined business smile, compared to the smile like she’s just seen her favorite person–though many of us make the list.

All of their belongings were gathered around the house in baskets and bins, they were eating around a simple table outside. We learned that since they didn’t all fit in the house–their family alone numbered nine, there isn’t enough floor space even–the parents are sleeping outside on the table.

My friends are sleeping outside on a table. 

Not under the stars in a dreamy camping weekend, but on a table, in the middle of a trashy hut community, where they will eat the next day. Because they are homeless.

And the rain starts, well…I was hoping soon. We were hoping for rain on Monday, after many weeks of melting temperatures. Now I’m sure I could sweat a few more weeks if it keeps them dry.

Honestly, we didn’t know what to say. We told them we are sorry. We asked them about options. And ultimately, we told them to come to our house tomorrow at 5– mostly just to give us some time to talk about what we can do and how.

That can really put a damper on your Friday night.

So we cooked dinner together and talked about options. Everything from finding someone to help them start a business to splitting their rent on a new place they can’t afford to having them move in with us temporarily. We talked about who we could write and who we could call; we called and we wrote.

Now we’re waiting. I guess for our meeting at 5pm, for friends to write back. Really, we’re waiting on a miracle again.

It’s so complicated, you see. We could give them money to help, because no matter what you say, we have it. We have money and access to money in ways they can’t comprehend. We could let them move into our yard or into our house; how would we share a bathroom with 12 people? How would we cook? Practically speaking, can we handle it? But if we don’t or “can’t”–how selfish is that?

But if we do, what road does that lead us down? How many more will move in? How many more will ask for money?

It is one family in desperate need this week, but it is many families in desperate need many times a year. This isn’t new. This is just the next revolution of the cycle.

Honestly, can I just tell you this: it so different when the people you want to serve and show Jesus become your friends. It just changes. We are trying so hard to think of the repercussions, the effects, the long term plan; but all I can think of is that she is like my mother here. Thida is like my mother here. She checks on us when we are sick and send food for us constantly. Her children are like my sisters and brothers. We love them.

They can’t sleep under the stars. They can’t be homeless.

I can’t swim laps in the pool every day and sleep in my air conditioning and enjoy a cup of coffee while they are homeless and scared. They can’t co-exist.

We work so hard to make this life livable. Really, we do. We work so hard to know our limits and help each other find our extremes. If one of us is drowning–even for a minute or for an unexplainable reason–the other has to step in. We tag team when I can’t handle so-and-so’s pushiness and Stephen can’t handle the pool of blood forming on our floor. We have to think about when to say yes and when to say no. We work equally as hard to protect our Sabbath as to enjoy it. We escape and sit over cups of coffee to breathe and evaluate the next step on long days.

But all those efforts: the membership to the local pool, the coffee cups, the gate that closes when we really need the space; they are useless if we can’t actually help the neighbors make this life livable, for them as well. They aren’t asking for a pool to swim laps in and a fancy latte.

They are asking for a house. They are asking for enough floor space to sleep. They are asking for a safe place to live and work and raise a family.

So now that is on my list, too. Today I need the space to swim, but I also need a place for them to live, whatever that may cost us. I can tell myself not to over-commit or stretch ourselves too thin; the word boundaries is echoing hauntingly in my head. But so are their faces.

I never knew how dangerous it was to really fall in love with people.

our first summer program.

May 1, 2016 by Stephen & Kelli Spurlock Filed Under: kelli, photos, playhouse Leave a Comment

We are in the midst of a busy, challenging, hard season. The weather doesn’t help–it’s the middle of hot season and well over 100 every day. The evenings cool down to the 90s, but that is little respite. It is also summer, so the kids are out of school and, well, like every kid you know on summer break! They get a little stir crazy. They tend to be more destructive, more demanding, and more overwhelming for us.

To help curb this, we thought it would be helpful to have something for them to do–to keep them busy and to wear them out. I talked with the sweet woman I used to take Karen lessons from, who lives near our house and has a small children’s home. They have about seven teenagers in their home and love Jesus, so we thought they’d be great help to love on our community of kids. Actually, they are far more than a great help! They are spectacular teachers.

From Door - 1Every Tuesday & Wednesday from 10-12am, we have about 25 kids in the house. We try to keep the doors open and fans going: 110 degrees with thirty people in a small space is beyond hot.

We take attendance–as there is a prize promised to anyone who attends all 10 classes over five weeks–and then start with English.

Small Group - 1Each student has their own work folder, with an English packet and math packet for their level. They work through it on their own or in groups and ask for help when they need it. Its very counter-cultural, since we don’t have a teacher in the front and it isn’t rote learning.

IMG_2627We usually do about 40 minutes of English and then switch to math for about 20 minutes, simply because I have to grade it all and they are much faster at math! Over the weekends I look over all of them and circle what is incorrect, which they then re-do. This is also very counter-cultural, so we’re stretching them in every direction!

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A little after 11, we sing songs. I picked out eight songs for us to learn over the five weeks. One is a version of “If You’re Happy & You Know It,” but goes through happy, angry, scared, and sleepy. We also sing a song for the days of the week, one for colors about God coloring the world, and “The Lord is Good to Me.” The last four are from The Verses Project, so they are directly from the ESV Bible. It seemed a great way for them to learn Bible verses in English, so we are memorizing Galatians 5:22-23, John 14:6, Proverbs 15:1, and 1 Corinthians 13:4-7.

After we sing through some of the songs, we have “story time.” I found a set of Burmese children’s books in town, and Stephen & I have been reading them in our Burmese classes. They each teach a lesson about caring for others, taking care of the environment, having confidence, etc. I gave them to the older students who are helping us teach, thinking they could read them aloud to the younger students. I’m not sure where the miscommunications occurred or what “story time” generally looks like locally, but it usually means they re-tell the story book in their own way and words. Or sometimes they just tell their own stories–perhaps with a moral, perhaps funny; it’s hard to say because I can only understand bits of it!

IMG_2701Either way, we have stories of some kind.

Once the kids in the community head home, we walk to one of the family’s shops to have lunch with the student helpers.

So far, we’re two weeks in and the kids love it. It is amazing to see them so excited to come and learn, even just to do worksheets on their own. It has also made summer much more bearable for Stephen & I, despite the stacks of papers to check over the weekend. I love the opportunity to encourage the kids and tell them how great they’re doing. Two weeks in, I’m both thankful we decided to do it and that we decided on only five weeks 🙂

a new baby, but different.

April 30, 2016 by Stephen & Kelli Spurlock Filed Under: house calls, housewares, kelli, photos Leave a Comment

Pyo Pyo, who I’ve been baking bread with for months now, was at her due date last Friday. She still baked bread all day Thursday, rolling out over 100 tortillas in over 100 degree heat. She then made deliveries per usual on Friday.

Unfortunately, Stephen & I headed to Bangkok for a few days this past weekend, and we didn’t know if she’d go into labor. We gave her the number of our pastor’s wife and sweet friend, who also helps in migrant communities around town. She is Burmese so that Pyo Pyo could communicate, and they have a car to get them to the clinic.

Tuesday morning at 1:30am we got a call in Bangkok from Go Tight, Pyo Pyo’s husband. They had called the pastor’s wife, but didn’t reach her and didn’t know what to do. We told them to wait a few minutes–don’t take a motorcycle taxi–and we’d sort it. I then woke up and called and called and called until we reached her. Pyo Pyo made it to the hospital and she had the baby by 4am.

We got another call at 4am, which apparently I answered but don’t remember. Then, another call about 8:30am, because they apparently could tell I wasn’t awake! They wanted to tell us it was a little boy and he was healthy. They wanted us to celebrate with them! I assured Pyo Pyo we’d be in to Mae Sot by noon as we were about to head to the airport, and I told her I’d go straight to the clinic to see her.

IMG_0004So we did! We saw her healthy, huge new baby–he was 4 1/2 kilos, they said, or about 9.9 pounds! Not only is this large for any baby, but for a Burmese baby born into a migrant home, this is just amazing! She was so proud.

IMG_0006IMG_0005 Excuse how ridiculously hot we both look. It’s because we were ridiculously hot. While she has the excuse of having just birthed a child a few hours earlier, I just have the excuse that we are in the hottest recorded summer in Thailand ever–we’ve had weeks straight now with daily heat indexes of 110 or 111 degrees Fahrenheit. I am dying now as much as I look like I was then.

IMG_0005The next day she was able to go home, so Stephen went to get them and waited while they sorted the birth certificate and footprints. Note Pyo Pyo’s cozy coat, as it is cultural to keep the mother bundled up after giving birth. Also take note that this was another day feeling like 110 degrees.

IMG_0008She is now enjoying “maternity leave” from baking bread–she has three weeks off and is still paid, and then she’ll be back to join us in a managerial position. We’re going to teach her some of the books and finances of it and allow her to manage hand washing, delegating jobs, and managing the other employees.

I have to say, we welcome a lot of babies in this community. San San delivered just the week before–a beautiful little girl named Meh Oo. We still have one more woman due in about a month and two more in about five months, and another one just after that. It’s a revolving door and there are always new babes.

IMG_0019But there was something different about this one, and it was so fun. This was the first time we knew the family this well, seeing Pyo Pyo nearly every day and spending so much time with them over baking and deliveries and meals. We have helped them start a savings budget which they keep at our house, and we have watched them really improve their standard of living since adding a second job with Flour & Flowers into the family. They’ve added a new roof to their house that was a much needed improvement, and Go Tight added a second level loft in their little hut. And now they’ve birthed an incredibly healthy son!

And more than that, I realized that Pyo Pyo is probably my best friend here. We have an odd friendship to say the least, but we know each other well and look out for each other. I am really, truly excited for this little boy to be here, and she was so excited to tell us!

In all, we already love little baby Aung San. But it was fun to see how much this friendship has grown and how his mom has come to mean to me.

a clinic visit.

April 17, 2016 by Stephen & Kelli Spurlock Filed Under: house calls, kelli Leave a Comment

We needed to go to the clinic this morning at 8am.

Since it was a Sunday, the free clinic for Burmese was closed. This left us the option to go to the public hospital, where it would cost us $3-$6 in treatment and a day or two of our lives. Or we could go to a clinic in town, one in particular where the doctor speaks Burmese, and pay $5-$10 and wait about 20 minutes.

We chose the clinic for what I feel like are obvious reasons. {It might be noted, too, that depending on the department and staff on duty at the public hospital, you might literally watch them flip through the stack, choose the Burmese patients and place them at the bottom. This is utterly discouraging to the soul and destroys the hope of the process moving quickly.}

This is how our clinic visit went today.

8:00am. We are signed in to the clinic and second in line. We sit down and pull out some keys for the baby to play with. It is already nearing 100 degrees.

8:15am. I note the doctors hours posted on the wall. He works today from 7:30am to 3:00pm, then again from 5:00pm to 8:00pm. I take a moment to feel sorry for the Thai doctors, who are required to work at the public hospital, but often also work at a private hospital and have their own clinic, so that most work from 7am to 8pm or so, seven days a week.

I then note that we are waiting on the doctor because he isn’t there yet and feel slightly less sorry for him. I assume he will come by 8:30.

9:00am. No one has been called yet, so being second in line isn’t helping us as much as I’d hoped. This is also three times as long as any other time I’ve been in the clinic. The doctor has still not arrived, so my second hope of him arriving at 9 is unlikely.

9:20am. The family I am with asks when the doctor will arrive. The nurse calmly replies 11am.

Much TOO CALMLY. You open at 7:30am for the doctor to arrive 3.5 hours later?!  All the frustrations.

9:21am. We reconfirm that we all understand the ridiculousness that is occurring. I apologize and suggest we go home and perhaps come back this afternoon when it is less busy, and uh, the doctor is here.

2:00pm. We arrive back at the doctors office. They ask our name as if they don’t remember us. I am not fooled.

2:01pm. We see the doctor.

2:05pm. They receive medicine and we pay $5. I tell them that is more what I was expecting this morning and that I’m sorry.

2:10pm. We are back in the car. It is steaming hot and the pleather seats are hot, hot, hot. The mother is unsure how to sit on them, so she empties the contents of her purse and sits on it. Not on the purse, mind you, but the bottle, diaper, baby powder, medicine bottles–the actual contents of her purse.

I’m not sure about that one, but we drive home anyway.

saturday night: part 1, 2, 3.

April 17, 2016 by Stephen & Kelli Spurlock Filed Under: kelli, photos, playhouse Leave a Comment

We know our lives are far from normal when we spend our Saturday night hosting a community meeting and then laugh for hours with other people’s kids. But, this was our Saturday night.

Part 1: The community meeting went better than we could have expected! We had over thirty adults show and everyone was very responsive. We told them about the summer program for the kids we are starting this week–every Tuesday & Wednesday for six weeks we are going to have what we’re calling a “summer program” from 10am-12pm. We’ll have English practice, math practice, English songs, and Burmese story books. We’re trying to reach four to sixteen year olds, in our house, in the hottest part of the year–so we’ll see how that goes!

We also had to have some difficult conversations about immigration and police changes in Mae Sot, and some ways we can no longer help due to the risk. We also had to address some “abuse” of the system. It gave us a chance to share our heart to help, our heart to be here and to love, but also that we are humans and we have limits. And since thirty of them showed up, they all have huge families, and we are two people–the math is simple enough. With time, we’re working on developing mutual respect.

As everyone left about 8pm, we were hoping to sit down to dinner.

Part 2: John called on FaceTime. We’ve been trying to cross paths with John where he could talk to some of the kids after visiting a few weeks ago. Since everyone had just left from the meeting, Stephen went over to Musana & Zen Yaw’s house to see if they could come talk to him. Musana was eating and said she’d come when she finished, but within a few seconds was running after Stephen. “Did you finish eating already?” we asked.  “No. I’ll eat later!”

She was really excited.

IMG_0860With limited communication, we thought it’d be a shorter call, but the kids were all hooked. Right away they could see that it was day behind him, so we had a little lesson on what side of the Earth we’re each on and how the Earth moves around the sun. With each new kid that joined, the first thing they’d say is, “We’re calling America! It’s morning! It’s 9 o’clock! The SUN is out!”

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There were seven us there by the end, and we’d toured John’s entire house. We explained how a house can have three floors, and how a basement can be in the ground. We saw the front of his house and the back, and tried to explain–extensively–why our house in America isn’t on his street. We saw his oven and dishwasher (a very good machine, they declared) and saw his fireplace light with a button. We saw what was in his fridge and identified different foods in English. We saw what his bathroom looks like and looked at American money.

To John’s credit, he was spectacular at making things interesting that, well, aren’t. The kids were amazed at the whole thing–every turn and discovery. Minds were blown, repeatedly!

They played Rock, Paper, Scissors and gave high-fives over the screen. There is also this game the kids taught us while he was here–they say different words in English and you have to do them, so it’s quite simple. But so is their vocabulary, so it’s mostly:

Walking. Walking. Walking, Sitting. Walking. Walking. RUNNING! Sitting. Standing. Walking. Jumping! Jumping!

Also, they like to combine them, like Sitting-Walking and Sitting-Jumping, which is just as hilarious as it sounds. So John did a few examples of those for us.

Part 3: When John had to go it was already nearing ten, but Stephen had the great idea of pulling out Photo Booth. Excuse how small these photos are and cherish the hilarious faces and egregious laughter!

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IMG_0034I haven’t heard the kids laugh this hard. Ever.

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As they went home and we went off to cook and eat dinner, Musana asked, “Can we do this again tomorrow!?”

stephen & win mo.

April 17, 2016 by Stephen & Kelli Spurlock Filed Under: housewares, kelli, photos Leave a Comment

Flour & Flowers has been challenging recently. We are down one staff member, Nyein Nyein, for baking bread, as she’s been in Burma for nearly a month. She went to see her mother who was sick and hadn’t met Nyein Nyein’s newborn son. She planned to be gone a week and we filled in with a friend, and since communication is limited in Burma, we’re not sure what happened after that. She’s coming back soon, they promise.

We’d been wanting to add another employee, and per usual–our lives push us in the direction we do want to move in, just far faster than we would have chosen! So we added another young mom, Pwe Pyu Hey, who has a seven-month-old, Win Mo. Pyo Pyo is still a faithful baker and has all the recipes now memorized, but is also now nine months pregnant. She is due next Friday, and we are just going week to week to see if she comes to work or goes into labor!

We like to keep things interesting.

This week as we baked four batches of bread and rolled out 120 tortillas, the young seven-month-old was crying and crying to be held. The mother just kept telling her, I have to work! I have to work! You are fine. After a bit, Stephen came into the kitchen, picked her up, and swept her away to his studio. She quieted down quickly and then fell asleep on his shoulder while he worked.

IMG_0681I loved the mothers’ reactions. Both of them were surprised, commenting among themselves how Stephen took her and helped while they worked. I loved seeing him hold this little girl and talk to her; seeing the little girl know and trust him. I always love watching how he loves our neighbors, in particular the children and mothers. Sometimes I think it is the biggest gift for them to see him love so well and look out for their good.IMG_0687This was last Thursday. It still makes me smile.

sending telegrams.

April 16, 2016 by Stephen & Kelli Spurlock Filed Under: kelli Leave a Comment

We’re having a community meeting tonight at 7pm.

Thus, at 9am this morning, we made rounds around the community to tell everyone. It was like sending one hundred telegrams to all your friends. By your own hand.

Email, texting, Facebook, FaceTime: it’s amazing how much we can communicate worldwide with our friends and family. We wish them happy birthday, see photos of growing kids, discuss daily goings-on, and laugh at the same YouTube video. And yet, I must visit my neighbors one by one to invite them to my house tonight.

burmese church.

April 11, 2016 by Stephen & Kelli Spurlock Filed Under: kelli Leave a Comment

So we started attending a Burmese church a little over a month ago. We have known the pastor & his wife through Partners, and they both work in a community similar to ours about ten minutes out of town. They have started a church there among a group of migrant & factory workers.

It seemed a great fit for us for a lot of reasons, the only challenge being that it is entirely in Burmese. That’s two, sometimes three, hours of entirely Burmese speaking & thinking.

We only understand some of it, but we can follow along with the singing, catch bits and pieces of the sermon, and we can learn. We are always learning.

The very first week we were there, they surprised us at the end of the service by calling us up to share a little about ourselves, in Burmese, with no preparation.

I stumbled out some words about where we live among migrant workers, they aren’t Christian, but we want to love them and tell them about Jesus. It was incredibly jumbled, horrible grammatically, and just ridiculous. I ended with a broken sentence of, “We want to love!”

I was thankful it was over.  And I didn’t mention it because it went so horribly.

This week, one of the guys in church came over to me excited. He joyfully showed me that he had taken video of us taking, particularly of me jumbling it all up. I told him it was such bad Burmese, I cannot speak! He (falsely) praised how good it was and assured me he’d post it on Facebook.

Well, lovely. Hoping he can’t find my name!

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