tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840888605742457272024-03-05T17:37:41.462+00:00whoyafoolinJaciehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06554488191661645278noreply@blogger.comBlogger425125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-484088860574245727.post-35864638024029729922023-04-23T13:32:00.001+01:002023-04-23T13:32:26.680+01:00Thunder and Lightning<p><span style="font-size: large;"> I liked your lightning but not your thunder</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">all that noise drowned out the joy </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">destroyed the wonder</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">I have scant memories of you and me</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">but fewer still of us and we...</span><br /></p><script src="moz-extension://356375d1-ea8f-4c4a-94ae-384dea08e906/js/app.js" type="text/javascript"></script>Jaciehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06554488191661645278noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-484088860574245727.post-79648462424783412992021-09-08T16:31:00.000+01:002021-09-08T16:31:39.566+01:00Best dog, best friend<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipTyDidBBQ1N-x51IjN9RQr511VO3rtVeDMDq5rKfpLwhac0UgqzUS9IwebtmF2sDLbLB5arXhhMXzSY9k3bAqj7t0KGABaWSFudvwZ9gkD5stgNgPcw01DBZBnvXHEBQ5hWdz4N6UCZU/s604/IMG_20190906_111207_386.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="604" data-original-width="604" height="454" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipTyDidBBQ1N-x51IjN9RQr511VO3rtVeDMDq5rKfpLwhac0UgqzUS9IwebtmF2sDLbLB5arXhhMXzSY9k3bAqj7t0KGABaWSFudvwZ9gkD5stgNgPcw01DBZBnvXHEBQ5hWdz4N6UCZU/w454-h454/IMG_20190906_111207_386.jpg" width="454" /></a></div><br /><p></p><div class="Vzh05neKQu87GUy5UviOc QMubUjbS-BOly_BTHEZj7 allowTextSelection"><div><div class="rps_41ac"><div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Honestly,
I don't know if there's an afterlife but no-one deserved their wings
more than you Leo. Thank you for being the best company and the sweetest
friend. "Everyone thinks they have the best dog. And none of them is
wrong". </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">So I'll say 'Night night' again tonight and every night baby boy,
as I have for 3 whole years, just in case you can hear me. </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Because love is forever and true hearts
never die </span><br /></div></div></div></div></div><p> </p><script src="moz-extension://356375d1-ea8f-4c4a-94ae-384dea08e906/js/app.js" type="text/javascript"></script>Jaciehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06554488191661645278noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-484088860574245727.post-34397100858719940032021-04-15T15:25:00.000+01:002021-04-15T15:25:41.318+01:00Tuskyn's Prayer <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6KiGm3qCqNHWEsalevy6WlHOiuYfVSczAHl_btKUPVhEWy_2ucQKdn65k5Y4qvXoKmBRi1Rcv_Rzoj5Rjrc6W7h_AlKcUTQLDRiSZbxiihdQ5MlAJem0y99aKP3NVEvt06qa8EOFgcbM/s1481/Screenshot_20210415-151927_Instagram.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1481" data-original-width="1080" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6KiGm3qCqNHWEsalevy6WlHOiuYfVSczAHl_btKUPVhEWy_2ucQKdn65k5Y4qvXoKmBRi1Rcv_Rzoj5Rjrc6W7h_AlKcUTQLDRiSZbxiihdQ5MlAJem0y99aKP3NVEvt06qa8EOFgcbM/s320/Screenshot_20210415-151927_Instagram.jpg" /></a></div><br />May the great spirit mother of this world and the next welcome dear Tuskyn into her loving arms and hold him safe with all our babies who have gone before, until we meet them again. May he feel our love go with him on his journey and know he lives forever in our hearts and that his light still shines as brightly in all our lives <p></p>Jaciehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06554488191661645278noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-484088860574245727.post-48964311190060336402020-09-07T23:31:00.001+01:002020-09-07T23:36:20.361+01:00Leo Lightning Strike<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZr_cMKkOE-tavI1vzHK2a7svaEw_5SZQkS8BSVHD6RM_dLpMaRvZCGAV2pCXicNkhBXL2byHgEpfHn3agt3R2ujEBrB0i6h0eOKz8Natuf-jbIagdQR5o_CbVCynxdqfJsjEB9FaCF1g/s648/IMG_20180613_092334_909.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="648" data-original-width="648" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZr_cMKkOE-tavI1vzHK2a7svaEw_5SZQkS8BSVHD6RM_dLpMaRvZCGAV2pCXicNkhBXL2byHgEpfHn3agt3R2ujEBrB0i6h0eOKz8Natuf-jbIagdQR5o_CbVCynxdqfJsjEB9FaCF1g/s320/IMG_20180613_092334_909.jpg" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p> </p><p>The saddest thing that I can think of right now is to not remember you, all the tears, the pain, the laughter and the joy, the thousands of times I kissed your head and told you that I loved you.You
would look at me with those big brown eyes and I just knew I'd miss you
all my life because time runs short with four legged friends</p><div><br /></div><div> </div><div>27 Jan 2012 - 07 Sept 2018 <br /></div><div> </div>Jaciehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06554488191661645278noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-484088860574245727.post-3857106697002195832020-04-28T10:39:00.000+01:002020-04-28T10:39:56.184+01:00Emotional Dementia Bitterness is anger that's forgotten to forgive<br />
Now love simply can't remember where it used to live<br />
Anger is just pain that never took the time to heal<br />
That's what tends to happen when it hurts too much to feelJaciehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06554488191661645278noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-484088860574245727.post-63234960534763181062020-03-07T08:25:00.001+00:002020-03-07T08:25:20.724+00:00Half a lie<br />
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I want to believe you <br />
You know that I do<br />
But half a truth's<br />
Still half a lie<br />
Life's too short<br />
For half a measure<br />
Love in haste<br />
Repent at leisure</div>
<br />Jaciehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06554488191661645278noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-484088860574245727.post-39321305586394556342018-11-21T23:24:00.000+00:002020-03-07T08:29:40.637+00:00LeoI still have all the love that couldn't save you<br />
Wrapped up in all the years life never gave you<br />
So much of pain starts out as pleasure<br />
Time hurts and heals in equal measure<br />
I miss your face, I miss your grace<br />
But hope you know I've kept your place<br />
Some hearts are born and some we make<br />
Those hearts that love won't let us break<br />
The heart you grew still lives in me<br />
And I'm grateful for your company<br />
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but not with kindness<br />
had 10 tons of love<br />
but only hate could bind us<br />
10 tons of love<br />
still only tears could find us<br />
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10 tons of love<br />
9 tons too much ...<br />
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<br />Jaciehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06554488191661645278noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-484088860574245727.post-35344249065018297382017-11-23T14:11:00.001+00:002017-11-23T14:12:51.094+00:00is it a bird?<span style="font-size: large;">Conversation in the car on the way to school...</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Zach: Sorry I was late this morning but I saw a beautiful bird in the garden and I stopped to take a photo. You're always telling me to notice beautiful things...</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Me: Oh of course! W</span><span style="font-size: large;">hat sort of bird was it?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Zach: It was one of those birds that look like a penguin...I don't know what they're called</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Me: Pretty sure we don't have any birds that look like penguins visit our garden! What colour was it?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Zach: It was black and white</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Me: Do you mean a magpie?!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Zach: Yeah that's it!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>Zach is currently studying Maths, Further Maths and Chemistry for A-Levels - but not ornithology it would seem!</i></span>Jaciehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06554488191661645278noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-484088860574245727.post-73702104612245455272017-09-20T17:58:00.001+01:002017-09-20T17:58:24.087+01:00Remember now?<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Sometimes out of the corner of my eye</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">I catch a glimpse of dreams I used to cherish</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">covered in dust</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">bright light dimmed</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">unloved, forgotten and discarded</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">what would it take to resurrect them?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">do I have the strength or inclination?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">I should have done better</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">shouldn't have been so scared</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">shouldn't have taken the path of least resistance</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">I shouldn't have left my dreams behind</span><br />
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<i><span style="font-size: large;">who wrote that?</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">oh yeah I remember now</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">...it was me!</span></i>Jaciehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06554488191661645278noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-484088860574245727.post-45021765381898370992017-09-20T17:51:00.000+01:002017-09-20T17:51:24.944+01:00change in the whether Used to be that I would wake up in the morning and wonder whether I was going to get shouted at today whether I had committed some great unforgivable sin whilst I was sleeping that would mean that I deserved to be shouted at and humiliated whether I would say something innocuous that would start WW3 or maybe I would make a joke that would offend some small part of his ego that would ruin the whole day and maybe the following day and many days to come or maybe he would have had a dream about me and in that dream I'd not been very nice...or he'd see a news item that would hit a nerve and he would remember something I'd done years ago that he didn't approve of and that would be all the excuse he'd need to lash out at me.<br />
Well I don't wonder 'whether' any more I just wonder whenJaciehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06554488191661645278noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-484088860574245727.post-31779536034905194762017-08-04T08:44:00.000+01:002017-08-04T08:44:43.842+01:00Sometimes<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Sometimes missing you hits me </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">like a huge unexpected wave that knocks me off my feet</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">other times it just catches my breath</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">and for a moment or two I forget how to breathe</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">until I remember how...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">I remember how missing you </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">is as easy as breathing</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">and sometimes...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">it's as hard</span>Jaciehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06554488191661645278noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-484088860574245727.post-69946482511132299472017-07-25T18:39:00.000+01:002017-07-25T18:39:11.106+01:00Lost and Found<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">When I was Diamond, </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">you were Gold</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">The greatest story never told</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">We thought time's bell would never ring</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">But I was Summer, you were Spring</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">The Day was mine, you held the Night</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Then all we ever did was fight</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Love's young dream that ran aground</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">When both get Lost, no-one gets Found</span>Jaciehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06554488191661645278noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-484088860574245727.post-55075575927406388162016-09-03T23:26:00.000+01:002016-09-03T23:26:36.481+01:00NicI just found out you died Nic.<br />
I don't know how to process that information. They say you died in your sleep but I don't know if you took your life or had it taken... I just know that they say you've gone...<br />
I haven't seen you in ages Nic I kept thinking I must get in touch but things have been so difficult and I was embarrassed to tell you so it was easier to keep putting it off...<br />
I can't cry Nic because if I cry it means it's real and I can't have that be real. You can't be gone Nic. You always said that we were 'besties'. You said I saved your life a couple of years ago and I know that you saved mine. So you can't go Nic because I still need you and there were so many things I didn't tell you. You were so brilliant Nic. I quote you all the time Nic, I tell Zach about the things you say and how smart and clever you are with words. I told you once that I believed that words were 'things' and you said straight away 'Yes they are!'. You always 'get me' Nic we can talk for hours and we always 'get' each other. You're dyslexic but you understand words so brilliantly. You say that people don't really understand words because they don't listen to the actual word, that words tell you what they <b><i>really</i></b> mean if you break them down and it's often not what we think. You say that every word that starts with 'con' is actually a con - like confidence and contrite and contender. You said 'people say that everything is impossible, improbable or imperfect but I tell them that I'm possible, I'm probable and I'm perfect'. You are perfect Nic don't make me say that you were... I'm not ready to say that.<br />
Oh god Nic ... I think I'm going to cryJaciehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06554488191661645278noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-484088860574245727.post-66295427177749454452015-08-11T23:17:00.002+01:002015-08-11T23:17:26.106+01:00when your words come back to haunt you...Zach: Mum you seem really stressed these days<br />
J: I know - I'm just worrying about Leo<br />
Zach: But you always tell me it's pointless to worry as it doesn't help...<br />
J: Yeah I do say that don't I...Jaciehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06554488191661645278noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-484088860574245727.post-47031580986611628152015-07-19T08:18:00.000+01:002015-07-19T08:18:10.930+01:00Harder to do...It really is futile for us to keep trying<br />
you think it's a game but it's not<br />
I love you too much to let you keep lying<br />
I know you too well in case you forgot<br />
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You say she's a figment of my imagination<br />
you say that I'm crazy and losing my mind<br />
but I've played this out in another location<br />
and no-one's a winner you'll find<br />
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I've shed tears for me<br />
but cried more for you<br />
you were my baby<br />
you'd always be true<br />
but life has a way<br />
of curing the innocent<br />
truth's easy to say<br />
but harder to do...<br />
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Can't spend every day checking the veracity<br />
of words that you speak in the dead of the night<br />
if you want trust you should show some fidelity<br />
I know in my heart when something's not right<br />
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When did I stop being someone you looked to<br />
to tell you the truth of who you'd become?<br />
when did I start being someone you'd lie to?<br />
the web that you weaved has all come unspun<br />
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I've shed tears for me<br />
but cried more for you<br />
you were my baby<br />
you'd always be true<br />
but life has a way<br />
of curing the innocent<br />
truth's easy to say<br />
but harder to do...<br />
<br />Jaciehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06554488191661645278noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-484088860574245727.post-37128578374151487392015-05-14T22:48:00.001+01:002015-05-14T22:48:37.856+01:00Nirvana - a poem by ZachYour eyelids expand, today is young<br />
You walk in the forest<br />
Intoxicating gusts of wind constricting you<br />
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Silence; music to my mind<br />
Tranquil rage, I don't conform.<br />
Elegant gusts of wind tell you of days before.<br />
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Ecstatic bursts of winter<br />
So pleasing; confusing.<br />
Winter projects upon you<br />
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Constant shivering; confusion.<br />
You are blind to external,<br />
Now you can see.<br />
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The cold grasps your soul.<br />
Embrace it and you live the external.<br />
Forever in debt to your pain...<br />
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You are still confused, the cold is rewarding.<br />
You feel the warmth embrace you.<br />
You accept the frost as you live in sun.<br />
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You have reached Nirvana, You see with both eyesJaciehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06554488191661645278noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-484088860574245727.post-30004829353477140812015-04-03T13:27:00.000+01:002015-04-03T13:27:43.556+01:00InstadventureZach: Mum your instagram account makes it look like your whole life is one big adventure!<br />
J: I know!<br />
Zach <span style="font-size: x-small;">(<i>giggling uncontrollably</i>)</span>: but in reality all you're doing is walking Leo to the same field every day and taking pictures in different kinds of weather!<br />
J <span style="font-size: x-small;">(also <i>giggling uncontrollably</i>)</span>: I know - it's hilarious. I reckon that's what everyone does!<br />
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<a href="https://instagram.com/julesjacie/" target="_blank">https://instagram.com/julesjacie/</a>Jaciehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06554488191661645278noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-484088860574245727.post-75292302636968461642014-12-10T18:56:00.003+00:002014-12-10T18:56:42.733+00:00my sweet squirrel<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Jaciehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06554488191661645278noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-484088860574245727.post-52089137734515199732014-12-10T18:52:00.002+00:002014-12-15T07:50:46.658+00:00 what it's not ...<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">I know what this is</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">I know what it's not</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">I know what I gave</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">I know what I got</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">I gave you my heart</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">I gave you my soul</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">while you made an art</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">out of yes meaning no</span>Jaciehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06554488191661645278noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-484088860574245727.post-15285508491095971672014-11-29T19:40:00.003+00:002014-11-29T19:42:57.548+00:00me and Leo<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Jaciehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06554488191661645278noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-484088860574245727.post-72055368207852360122014-11-05T22:31:00.000+00:002014-11-05T23:06:54.702+00:00Moonstruck<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Jaciehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06554488191661645278noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-484088860574245727.post-34251076041203459582014-11-05T08:45:00.002+00:002014-11-05T23:07:07.671+00:00Rainbow walk<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Jaciehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06554488191661645278noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-484088860574245727.post-82007700051949889372014-08-17T18:09:00.002+01:002014-08-17T18:09:53.707+01:00Playing scrabble with Zach...Zach: Oh if only I had a U, a C and a K ... I've got this F I don't know what to do with!Jaciehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06554488191661645278noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-484088860574245727.post-72593821664849965222014-07-27T15:33:00.000+01:002014-07-27T15:38:05.515+01:00noises off ...<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>sounds of something breaking in the other room</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Zach (calling from the said other room) : <span style="font-size: large;">it's ok I can fix it!</span></span><br />
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