Текст книги "Milked for the Holidays"

Автор книги: Vivian Murdoch

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Jessica stands in front, her fingers entwined with the Highland cow Antroli purchased. How fortuitous that both our cows are friends. It will certainly make life easier in the Ranch House.

Walking up to my prize, I grab the lead dangling between her breasts. Her nipples are swollen, pearling with milk. Misery lines her tired gaze as she sways toward me.

Without another thought, I scoop her up into my arms, not willing to force her to walk another step. Holding her close, I look over at the other cows. They all look exhausted and scared.

“You may lie down. You don’t have to keep standing. The hay is soft, designed for your delicate skin. Rest now, because you will have little chance when you get to the farm.”

The Highland cow is the first to respond. Sinking down into the hay, she shuffles about, making a small nest for herself. It’s adorable, really. I can’t help the smile tilting my lips. She certainly will be a great match for my right-hand man.

Running my lips over the top of Jessica’s head, I take her out of the pen and lock the gate behind me. Antroli strides over, his lips set into a thin line. This can’t be good news.

“Jakroon wants the Highland. He’s offering far more than we paid for her.”

I shift Jessica higher in my arms, ignoring her squeal of discomfort. I’ll have to milk her soon.

“He should have bid on her when he had the chance. She’s ours now. Or rather, she’s yours. Don’t let him bully you into giving her up.”

Antroli’s expression clears as happiness lights up his face. “Oh, thank the Celestials. I was worried you’d make me give her to them.”

“We discussed it. We have the money. She’s yours. I fully expect recompense from your income. Now go take care of your cow. Just have the workers here get the others settled into the transport.”

Clutching my cow closer to my chest, I weave my way through the crowd of Ranchers looking over their new stock. Jakroon glares at me as we go past, but it doesn’t cause any concern. We won our herd fair and square. In the eyes of the law, he has no claim.

Jessica, however, shudders in my arms as she takes in his stern appearance. “Easy now,” I croon. “He will not touch you. You are mine, and no one will take you away from me.”

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CHAPTER 11

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JESSICA

I huddle deeper into Vrokjan’s chest, my heart pounding as I sneak glances over at the other alien. It doesn’t matter that my Rancher whispers to me in soothing tones, it does nothing to quell the terror flowing through my limbs. The other alien glares at me, his dark blue eyes boring deep into my soul.

There’s such hatred and anger there, and I have no idea why. He’s unfamiliar to me. Certainly not the guy who jabbed at my ass with that cattle prod on steroids.

Closing my eyes, I force my breathing to even. I have no clue what these guys are capable of, but I don’t want the mean one to hear just how hard my pulse is pounding. I turn my face into Vrokjan’s chest and drink in his scent.

It’s calming, somehow, allowing me to go limp in his arms. There’s something oddly familiar about his scent. It reminds me of home, of late nights out with my mom while we looked up at the stars.

How many times did we visit my grandparents and just look up at the night sky, wondering just what was beyond our vision? If I had known then that we weren’t just alone, but that intelligent beings wanted to harvest us, I’d say you were crazy.

I was so innocent then, naïve. And yet, when I smell Vrokjan, it’s as if I’m transported back to that place and time, where there’s no meaning beyond dipping my toes in a creek and coming home in time for dinner. How I wish I could go back there.

His strong, steady gait nearly lulls me to sleep. For the first time since being wheeled out into the hallway, I feel safe, comforted, and protected. The only thing keeping me from drifting off is the constant ache in my breasts.

What Enook did earlier took the edge off, but now, the pain is back. Whines claw at my throat as I twist and turn in his arms, desperate to find comfort. Exhaustion beats at me, but I find no relief.

“Shhh, my pretty little cow,” he murmurs, shifting me in his arms. “I’ll take care of you. Don’t you worry about it.”

Unfortunately, all I can do is worry as the pain steadily grows worse. Clutching at his suit, I grip it tightly in my fists, hoping to mitigate the pain. After a few moments, he sets my feet on the ground and pulls out an odd device.

It looks similar to a phone, but it’s paper-thin and nearly see-through. Wires and things I don’t have words for crisscross, sending lights racing across the back. So much about this world I still don’t know.

“Yeah,” he barks into the contraption. “I have her now. Meet me at the milking barn.”

There’s an urgency to this voice, an odd tone that sets me on edge. He looks me over, his lips turning down into a frown. Reaching out, he runs the pad of his finger across my nipple, sending shards of both pleasure and pain ricocheting through me.

I nearly collapse under the onslaught, but Vrokjan catches me, standing me back up. “Why are you so weak,” he murmurs, kneeling to study my legs.

The way he touches me is clinical, perfunctory, but it doesn’t stop the flare of arousal as his fingers skim my inner thighs, coming so achingly close to where I need him the most. He pinches and massages, moving my joints as he studies me. The stupid gag stifles my moans of relief as he digs his thumbs into my ass.

Panting, nearly out of breath, Nagán races up toward us, a satchel dangling at his side. “What seems to be the problem?”

“You tell me,” Vrokjan barks out, turning me toward the mean doctor.

He looks me over for a moment before pulling out that odd wand again. With a sweep of his hand, he runs it over before pausing at my breasts. His lips turn down into a frown.

“I’ve never seen anything like this. Her breast tissue has grown exponentially. Far more than other cows we’ve had. She is nearly bursting with how much milk she’s produced. You might have to milk her three times a day instead of two. I worry any deviation might cause extreme pain for her.”

He reaches up and squeezes my breast, dragging a scream from my throat. Vrokjan snarls at his brother and pulls me back into his arms.

“Couldn’t you be more gentle?”

With a puzzled look, he reaches over and pinches my Rancher’s arm. “That’s the pressure I used. It shouldn’t have caused that much pain. Milk her, then I’ll examine her.”

With a nod, Vrokjan pulls me away and into a room off to the side. Despite the pain radiating through my chest, I stop at the door, not wishing to go in any further. A strange metallic contraption sits in the middle with tubes running off to the side.

There’s an odd bench coming off it that looks just as uncomfortable. Wrapping my arms around my waist, I stay planted as he fiddles with some knobs and makes adjustments. When he motions for me to come forward, I shake my head, not wanting anywhere near that thing.

With an exasperated sigh, he strides over to me, his face set in a firm frown. “You’re still far too weak to fight me. I will win if you choose to be obstinate. Obey me. Be my good little cow, and I will reward you. Refuse, and you’ll not know any pleasure tonight.”

The way he says the word pleasure courses through my body as if he’s touching me. Fear and desperation war as he picks up the lead. He doesn’t tug on it, though. Oh, no. He waits for me to make the choice.

With a groan, I walk over to him, despising the way his bright smile makes my insides flip. All of this is wrong, and I shouldn’t be finding any sort of pleasure in it. But honestly, I can’t fight anymore. I don’t have the strength or willpower.

Vrokjan positions me on the bench. The front cups my breasts, taking the weight off of me. Sagging in relief, I lean against the smooth, leathery texture and breathe.

“I’m going to take the gag out now, so I suppose it’s time we go over the rules.”

At this point, I don’t care what he says or does. Just being able to breathe and not have each inhale laced with pain is enough for me to hang on to his every word. His fingers work at the latch on the back of my head, and within moments, he slips the object out and hangs it on a piece of metal in front of me.

It dangles there, menacing, a threat. Unfortunately, I can’t help the groan that rumbles past my lips. I’m not sure if it’s against the rules or not, but it feels so damn good to not have my mouth stretched out and my tongue imprisoned.

With an indulgent smile, he slides his knuckle under my chin and holds my face still. “These rules are important. I don’t wish to hurt you, but I will if you leave me no choice.”

My ass throbs as his words slither into my brain. Leaning over, he grabs what looks like a canteen and holds it to my lips. When I reach for it, he swats my hands away.

“I’m tending to you now. Allow me.”

Unbidden, my mind goes back to Enook. “Allow me to attend.” It ripples through my body, making my pussy spasm again. Nothing is stopping Vrokjan from attending to every single need, including sexual.

Pushing those thoughts out, I gulp down the water, moaning as the cool, sweet liquid streams down my throat. He indulges me, allowing me to drink my fill until I cannot take any more. As he draws the canteen away, he holds his fingers in front of my lips, keeping me from speaking.

“While you are outside of my home, you are not allowed to speak. No cow is. Those who go out to pasture may speak to each other in soft tones but must stop the instant a Rancher is in earshot. If you have a need or must get my attention, you will make a mooing sound. Now then, let me hear it. Let me hear your sweet moo.”

My face screws up as revulsion settles like lead in my gut. It’s bad enough I’ve been transformed into this lactation device, existing for their pleasure, but I have to moo now, too? I’d rather stay silent the rest of my life than to let such a sound pass from my lips.

“No? You wish to be a stubborn heifer? No matter. You’ll moo for me soon enough.”

Pulling up a stool, he sits across from me. Though he’s tall, the bench has my breasts at his face. His hot breath fans over my poor nipples, sending a ripple of desperation through me.

He locks eyes with mine as he lowers his face. I’m helpless as his tongue snakes out, full of sensual promise. He laps at my nipple, moaning as he tastes my milk for the first time.

“Celestials,” he grinds out. “Your milk is even sweeter than I could imagine.” His voice is like a growl against my tender skin, sending a shiver down my spine.

Reaching around the bench, he pulls my hips forward. My legs spread open, straining around the part holding up my breasts. As he wraps his lips around my taut nipple, a section opens up, allowing him to slide his hand forward.

The brush of his fingers against my clit is like lightning. I arch up, a gasp hovering on my lips. But I don’t dare let the sound out. He teases my nipple with his tongue before sucking deep.

This isn’t anything like with Enook. There was no fire there, no heat, or desperation. Her sucking was perfunctory, clinical. Vrokjan sucks on me as if he’s parched, wandering the desert for days without water.

He laps at me, moaning as he takes my milk into his body. Arching forward, I thrust my breast further into his face, desperately needing the relief his lips promise. I grind against his fingers, my insides coiling as red-hot pleasure coats me from the inside out.

Pulling away, he attends to the other breast, licking the nipple before sucking on it. My eyes nearly cross as the pain drains from my body, leaving pure pleasure in its wake. I dig my fingers into the bench as unholy sounds threaten to leave my lips.

After a few moments of this torture, he rises, leaving me breathless, heaving on the bench. My body aches with unmet need as he walks away from me and fiddles with the machine.

“Oh, my sweet little Jessica. You’re going to make me so much money. Your milk will be sought after galaxies wide. But I’ll always be the first to taste you. Every fucking morning, it will be your milk I consume as I prepare myself for chores.”

His words are meaningless as I writhe there, needing his touch again. It’s an itch I can’t scratch, and as much as I want to take matters into my own hands, I don’t want to risk angering him. He turns, holding up two small tubes.

Without saying a word, he holds them over my nipples until a strong bit of suction pulls them in. A yelp flies from my lips before I can stop it, but he doesn’t reach for the gag. Instead, he crosses his arms and watches me.

After a moment or so, a white liquid flows up the tubes and into a collection container. I knew logically I was engorged with milk, but knowing and seeing it come out of me are two different things. Somehow, seeing this machine draining me only makes me hornier.

I need to come with a desperation I’ve never felt before. Around me, similar sounds strike up. Soft moans and cries fill the space. Looking over at Vrokjan, I note the smile curving his lips.

It’s predatory, lusty. “I can help you. But first, I want you to moo for me.”

Am I desperate enough for that? I bite down on my lower lip, heat tinging my cheeks. Fuck. I am. Letting my mouth open, I let out a soft sound.

The humiliation alone makes my pussy clench. What the hell is wrong with me? Vrokjan’s eyes light up as he moves to sit behind me. His cock is rock hard and pulsing against my back.

Reaching around, he lays his hand over my mound, his fingers curling just enough to graze my clit. “That’s my good girl,” he whispers in my ear, sending frissons of need through my body. “But I need you to be louder than that. You can do it. You can be my good little cow. Let me hear you, my sweet Jessica.”

Resting my head back against his chest, I close my eyes as I let out another moo. It’s louder this time, but not by much. It’s enough, however, to get him to stroke me again.

The pleasure washes over me, driving out the embarrassment. While the machine works on my nipples, he touches my clit, giving me what I need most. His soft words of praise fill my ears as he runs his fingers back and forth, making my mind nearly split in two.

It’s humiliating, the sounds coming out of my mouth, but with each moo, his praise fills me up, warming me from the inside out. My pussy clenches as my inner walls flutter. I’m so close. So very close.

Sagging against him, I arch up, my cry of release on my lips. Instead of a moan, however, a loud moo fills the space. Heat races through my body as he keeps stroking me, riding out my orgasm.

“That’s my good girl,” he cries. “That’s my good little cow.”

When he pulls away, I slump forward, my mind and body depleted. Vrokjan comes back to the front and unhooks the machine, taking time and care as he cleans it down and puts everything back where it belongs.

Pulling out a small jar, he shows me the contents before swiping his fingers through the thick, sap-like substance. “This is to keep your nipples from chaffing.”

He applies the salve, rolling my nipples around as he tends to me. Now that I’ve been milked, the sensation is more like a dull ache, an irritation in the background, but one I can now ignore. Soft whimpers catch in my throat as he pulls me away and sets me on his lap.

“You did very well for your first milking. But now, I need to prepare you for what’s coming after.”

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CHAPTER 12

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VROKJAN

Jessica stiffens in my arms, a far cry from the languid ease in which she laid against me. It’s to be expected, of course. All of this is new to her. Just like the other cows, it will take some getting used to.

Pulling away, I go to the side of the machine and open up a small cabinet. I grab some knee pads and gloves, as well as the tail she’ll be wearing for the foreseeable future. As I turn with my items, her eyes widen.

“Things will be a little different once we’re at my Ranch House, but for now, you are to behave like the other cows.” Depositing my stuff behind her on the bench, I give her a moment to acclimate before starting my demands. “Turn to the side so I have access to you.”

To her credit, despite the unease I sense flowing off of her, she does as she’s told without any fuss. I make quick work of the knee pads, sliding them up and tugging them into place. Next, I open the gloves and show her the bar running horizontally inside.

“Curl your fingers around this and hold on to it.” Once her hand is in place, I wrap the fabric around, encasing her.

She holds them up and stares at the brown gloves, her face scrunching as she rolls her wrists around. With a chuckle, I tug on the lead and bring her closer to me.

“On all fours, cow.” Before she can think to fight me, I ease her down to the ground.

It takes her some maneuvering to get comfortable, but the gloves are designed to protect the delicate bones in her wrists in this position. She quivers, nearly collapsing, so I help her back onto the bench. A frown pulls down my lips as I look her over.

She really shouldn’t still be this weak. Poking my head out of the stall, I watch as the other cows walk about on all fours with no issue. What’s wrong with Jessica?

Catching Nagán’s eyes, I motion for him to come over. “She can barely hold herself up on all fours. Tell me you’ve figured something out.”

His lips thin into a grim line, making my heart stutter in my chest. Reaching into his pocket, he pulls out a few syringes. Jessica, of course, huddles into herself at the sight. The poor thing probably wants nothing more to do with my brother.

“From the readouts, I think I understand what’s happening. Normally, with cows, the serum only makes the tissue grow so much. It’s what leaves them weak when they’re being prepared for auction. But by the time they land, everything should start going back to normal.”

“But?” I hedge, my heart pounding so hard it makes my head throb.

“But with Jessica, it seems the serum is working overtime. Her body seems to adapt to it in a way I’ve never seen before. Instead of expanding her tissue like the others, it’s nearly double that. It’s pulling a lot of energy from her body and isn’t being replenished. It’s also why she’s producing so much milk.”

Though neither of us speaks to Jessica directly, her eyes bounce between us, taking in every word. I run my fingers over my lips in thought as I digest what he’s telling me.

“Is she still growing even now?”

Without answering me, he walks over to my cow and slides his hands under her breasts. He squeezes and pinches, each movement drawing a distressed moo from her pretty lips. Walking behind, I draw her against me, reminding her she’s not alone.

With a sigh, she collapses onto me and lets my brother do his work. His lips turn down into a frown as he looks at her from various angles.

“It appears as if it’s stopped. Her breasts seem no larger than when she went to auction. But keep an eye on it, just in case.” Looking back up at me, he crosses his arms and shakes his head. “I know the rules, but she needs something far more substantial than herbs. At least tonight. I’m going to infuse her with some protein, but she needs meat. Check on her strength tomorrow and go from there. Once she’s steady, she can go on her proper diet.”

Uncorking the syringe, he eases her arm forward and delivers the shot. To her credit, Jessica barely makes a sound. Instead, she curls her arm around mine, holding onto me as her refuge.

It makes my heart swell to know she already considers me her safe haven. As he slides the cap back on the needle, he pulls away and looks her over. Once he’s satisfied with whatever it is he’s looking for, he pockets the syringe and looks back at me.

“This shot should sustain her until she gets back to the ranch. Just keep in mind what I said, and she should be fine within a few days. If not, we’ll need to get her into my lab for further examination.” With a brisk nod, my brother walks out of the stall, no doubt needing to see to some of the other cows.

Sitting back on the bench, I pull Jessica onto my lap and hold her close. “You did very well, my pretty girl,” I murmur, rocking back and forth.

I don’t give a fuck if other Ranchers think I’m soft. There’s nothing wrong with a little praise and positive reinforcement. Holding her close for a few more moments, I ease myself away, not wanting to stress her out.

Tugging on the lead, I once more bring her down to the ground. This time, the shaking is minimal. Jessica looks up at me, her eyes shining as she gives me a dazzling smile.

Thankfully, the protein seems to work. This gives me hope that it’s fixable and not something we’ll have to surgically alter. Or worse, that I’ll have to send her back to Earth. My breathing stops for a moment as I contemplate that worst-case scenario.

I won’t let it happen. I’ll defy the government and feed her meat daily, if that’s what it takes. Nothing will keep her from being by my side. Hunching down, I tilt her chin up and slide my lips over hers.

The need to possess her and chain her to my side beats at me. I want to fuck her, to fill her with my cum until it’s dripping from her body. Every fucking Icorian will know she’s my prized heifer.

Forcing myself to pull away, I tug on the lead, needing her to walk for me. She will have to get used to these contraptions if she’s going to accompany me outside the Ranch House. My cock pulses as she takes her first tentative steps.

Each movement is slow and jerky. Every so often, she brings her hand up and shakes it, as if trying to dislodge the glove. Shaking my head, I let a soft chuckle escape my lips.

She glares up at me, but stays silent. Smart little cow. Pulling on the lead, I take her on a circuit around the stall and stop when we get back to the bench. Just one more thing left to do.

“This is going to be uncomfortable. But you can take it for me, can’t you? You’re such a good cow for me.” Dropping to my knees, I run my fingers over her pussy, my balls clenching as they slide through her arousal.

When she answers back with a soft moo, I’m beside myself. Lying down on the soft hay, I wedge my shoulders between her thighs. She jerks away as I ease her down, her body straining against me in an attempt to get away.

Her moos come in earnest, frantic and guttural. “Speak,” I demand, needing to understand what’s causing her such distress.

“I can’t,” she wheezes. “I’ll crush you.”

This time, I don’t even try to stifle my laugh. “You’re not nearly so heavy as to do all that. Besides, if I die, I die. It’s an honorable way to go. Songs will be sung about this,” I tease, gripping her hips as I bring her back down. “Besides, do you actually want to disobey me right now? You’ve been disciplined once already.”

“No, Sir,” she mumbles, only loud enough for me to hear.

“Then sit the fuck down on my face so I can taste you.”

Just like with taking her first steps, her movements are tentative. She lowers a millimeter or so, then hesitates. Irritation crawls up my spine at this lack of trust that I’ll be fine. Are Earth men so weak that they can’t handle such a delicious specimen sitting on their face?

Unsatisfied with how long she’s taking, I pull her down, dragging her pussy to my lips. Her taste explodes on my tongue as I lap her up, devouring her as if she were the last confection left on my planet. Groaning against her lower lips, I tease her clit with the tip of my tongue.

This time, when she moos, it’s filled with pleasure and desperation. Such a needy little thing. Holding her flush against me, I drag my teeth along her bundle of nerves, my cock jerking against my suit as she cries out. I don’t even care that it’s not a moo.

Her shouts of pleasure ring out, telling everyone how well I can satisfy my pet. Reaching down, I cup my balls, squeezing them as her arousal coats my face. I’ll need to prepare her for my cock first, but soon I’ll be able to drive into her maddening heat.

With my free hand, I ease a finger into her, testing to see just how tight she is. Another moo shatters through the air, drowning out the other sounds around us. She’s so fucking tight.

Right now, there’s no way she’ll be able to take my cock. Thankfully, Nagán gave me something to assist with that. Pushing her up, I ease my way out, chuckling at her pitiful whines. I pat her rump as I grab the tail. Dragging the metal plug across her lower lips, I gather her arousal onto the end.

“Steady now, Jessica. I need you to breathe for me.”

I position the tip at her bottom hole and press in just a touch, just enough so she can feel the pressure and know what I’m doing. As predicted, she pulls away. With a feral grin, I wrap my arm around her thighs, anchoring her to me.

Already I can tell she’s getting weaker again. Even though she struggles, it’s not nearly as effective. Precum pearls at my tip as I feel her flutter against me, doing her best to fight even as she’s losing this battle.

With a groan, I stare at her asshole, watching the small opening give way as I push the plug in. Her ‘hooves’ shuffle through the hay as she continues to pull forward. Jerking the plug and my arm away, I let her fall forward as I remove all manner of resistance keeping her in place.

Her soft yelp makes me want to laugh, but unfortunately, this is serious. Her struggling with me was adorable at first, but she needs to learn to listen and mind me. I can’t let her continue to defy me like this.

With a swift stroke, I smack my hand against her ass, spanking her on top of the welt from earlier. Her plaintive moo goes straight to my cock, making the shaft clench and my balls draw up even tighter. By the time I get her home, they’ll be just as engorged and needing to drain as she was.

Raising my hand again, I swat the other cheek, tempering my strength so I don’t actually injure her. She howls and bucks against me, but thankfully doesn’t fight anymore. Far gentler than I’d like to, I push her flat onto the floor and pry her ass cheeks open.

Soft sobs greet my ears, but I ignore them. Seems as if I’ve been indulging her far too much. Gathering more arousal onto the plug, I press it against her hole, gritting my teeth as I ease it in.

Her tight sphincter tries to push me out. Resting my hand on her lower back, I exaggerate my breathing, waiting until she relaxes under my palm. I continue to breathe in and out with her as I force the metal past her tight ring.

My cock jerks, smearing precum against my lower abs as I continue to press in, not relenting until it slips past and lodges in her ass. The dark tail looks pretty against her pale skin, and I can’t wait to take her while it’s nestled between her cheeks.

I tug on it, smiling as she writhes. For all of her protestation, she seems to enjoy having this plug in. At least, that’s what the arousal dripping from her pussy says. As much as I want to indulge and taste her again, she needs to learn to obey me.

Gathering the leash, I pull her back up onto all fours and lead her out of the stall. Her movements become a bit shaky again, and I know I’ll need to get her home so I can feed her. Even without her body taking up so much of her reserves to enlarge her breasts, the milk she produced was certainly enough to drain her.

Though there are supplements I can add to her food to give her the extra protein, it’s not like having actual meat. As long as she doesn’t tell the other cows, I’ll slip her a little bit each day along with the supplements. It should keep her strength up and her milk production high.

Besides, once I start mounting her, she’ll need to have the energy to keep up with my demands. Luckily for her, I’ll be occupied for most of the day, allowing her time to rest. Looking down at my pretty cow, I can’t help the swell of pride as I parade her past the others.

Her breasts hang low, nearly scraping the ground. The others stare in either dismay or wonderment, no doubt concerned their own breasts will get that large. My lips split into a grin as the other Ranchers look on in envy.

Down the way, Antroli coaxes his little Highland along, his own smile brightening his face. Just like Jessica, his little heifer seems hesitant, not wanting to move. Once the two cows see each other, however, all that changes.

They pick up the pace, walking up to each other. Unable to speak, they simply bump heads. It warms my heart to know my cow has a friend. Nodding, Antroli and I urge the two over to the truck where the other milked heifers await.

Once we get home, that herd will go to the barns while these two come into the Ranch House. Though it’s unusual to have two cows serving one home, they, at least, seem congenial. If they were enemies, I’d have to find another place for Antroli and his cow to live.

With a soft smile, I run my fingers over Jessica’s face while Antroli rubs down his Highland. Things seem to be changing for the better. I just know it. There’s an energy in the air, a happy peacefulness I haven’t known until today.

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