{"id":4500,"date":"2024-12-22T07:20:47","date_gmt":"2024-12-22T07:20:47","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/scenicwhispers.com\/?p=4500"},"modified":"2024-12-22T07:20:49","modified_gmt":"2024-12-22T07:20:49","slug":"my-mom-called-me-from-her-honeymoon-begging-me-to-save-her-from-her-new-husband","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/scenicwhispers.com\/archives\/4500","title":{"rendered":"My Mom Called Me from Her Honeymoon Begging Me to Save Her from Her New Husband"},"content":{"rendered":"
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When my mom called me from her honeymoon, begging me to save her from her new husband, I thought she was in real danger. Nothing could\u2019ve prepared me for what she told me or how I had to step in to fix it.\n

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I\u2019ve always been close to my mom, Diane.\n\n

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She\u2019s been my rock, my best friend, and the person who taught me everything about love and resilience. But after my dad passed away 10 years ago, things changed.\n\n

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An upset woman\n\n\n

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She became quiet, and withdrawn, like a shadow of the vibrant woman she used to be. She barely called or texted anymore, and every time I tried to check in, she insisted she was fine.\n\n

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But I could tell she wasn\u2019t.\n\n

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One day, I couldn\u2019t take it anymore.\n\n

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I called her and said, \u201cMom, why don\u2019t you come stay with me for a while? It\u2019ll be fun. We can binge-watch those cooking shows you love and eat way too much ice cream.\u201d\n\n

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A woman talking to her mother\n\n\n

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At first, she resisted, but after a bit of cajoling, she finally agreed.\n\n

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A week later, she moved into my guest room, and I made it my mission to bring her back to life.\n\n

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I started encouraging her to get out of the house, make new friends, and attend neighborhood events.\n\n

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\u201cYou\u2019re still young, Mom,\u201d I told her. \u201cYou deserve to have fun and meet people. Dad would want that for you.\u201d\n\n

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A woman talking to her mother\n\n\n

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To be honest, that wasn\u2019t the easiest thing to do.\n\n

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She\u2019d sigh and roll her eyes whenever I suggested going to a book club or joining a gardening group. But eventually, she started saying yes.\n\n

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Slowly but surely, I saw the spark return to her eyes. She started laughing more, talking about her new friends, and even picking up some of her old hobbies.\n\n

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I was so relieved to see this side of her again.\n\n

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Then, about a year ago, Mom told me about Greg. She invited him over for lunch one day.\n\n

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A man standing in a room\n\n\n

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\u201cHe\u2019s just a friend,\u201d she said, but the way her cheeks turned pink told me otherwise.\n\n

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Greg was a tall, silver-haired man with kind eyes and a soft-spoken demeanor. He seemed sweet, the kind of man who would hold doors open and always say please and thank you.\n\n

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After he left, I couldn\u2019t help teasing her.\n\n

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\u201cSo, Mom, is Greg really just a friend, or is there more to the story?\u201d\n\n

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Her blush deepened.\n\n

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A woman standing in her house\n\n\n

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\u201cWell, umm\u2026 he\u2019s, uh, he\u2019s my boyfriend,\u201d she admitted.\n\n

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\u201cOMG, what?\u201d I looked at her with wide eyes. \u201cMom! You never told me about him!\u201d\n\n

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\u201cI didn\u2019t know how to\u2026\u201d she said. \u201cI mean\u2014\u201d\n\n

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\u201cI\u2019m so happy for you, Mom!\u201d I cut her off and pulled her into a hug. \u201cThat\u2019s so, so amazing!\u201d\n\n

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\u201cBut, uh,\u201d she began. \u201cDo you think it\u2019s okay? I mean, dating someone else after your dad\u2026 is that fine?\u201d\n\n

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A woman talking to her daughter\n\n\n

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\u201cMom, of course, it\u2019s okay,\u201d I put my hands on her shoulders. \u201cYou deserve to be happy. Think about Dad. He always wanted to see you happy, right? He\u2019d want you to move forward and do things in life. You can\u2019t put your life on hold forever, can you?\u201d\n\n

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Her eyes glistened as she nodded. \u201cYou\u2019re right. I just\u2026 I hope I\u2019m doing the right thing.\u201d\n\n

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\u201cYou are,\u201d I said firmly. \u201cGreg seems like a great guy. And you\u2019re allowed to have a second chance at happiness.\u201d\n\n

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A woman sitting on a couch\n\n\n

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From that moment, she fully embraced her relationship with Greg. They dated for a while, and when he proposed, she said yes.\n\n

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Their wedding was a small but beautiful ceremony, filled with love and laughter. As I watched my mom walk down the aisle, I thought to myself,\u00a0Maybe this is her happily ever after.\n\n

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And for a while, it seemed like everything was perfect. But then I received the phone call that sent a shiver down my spine.\n\n

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A woman using her phone\n\n\n

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So, after their wedding, Mom and Greg left for their honeymoon in the Florida Keys. It was Mom\u2019s dream trip, and she deserved every bit of it.\n\n

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I was so happy for her.\n\n

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My phone rang the day after they arrived, and I saw her name on the screen. Naturally, I assumed she was calling to gush about how amazing everything was.\n\n

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\u201cMom!\u201d I answered cheerfully. \u201cHow\u2019s paradise?\u201d\n\n

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But her shaky voice on the other end told me something was wrong.\n\n

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A woman looking at her phone\n\n\n

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\u201cKayla,\u201d she whispered. \u201cPlease. Come and save me from him. I beg you.\u201d\n\n

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\u201cMom, what\u2019s going on?\u201d I asked as I sat up straight. \u201cAre you okay?\u201d\n\n

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\u201cIt\u2019s Greg,\u201d she said. \u201cHe\u2019s not who I thought he was.\u201d\n\n

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My mind raced with worst-case scenarios.\n\n

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\u201cWhat do you mean? Did he do something? Is he dangerous?\u201d I was already grabbing my car keys, ready to drive to Florida if I had to.\n\n

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A car key\n\n\n

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She took a deep breath.\n\n

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\u201cYou wouldn\u2019t believe me if I told you,\u201d she said bitterly. \u201cBut he brought his kids, and their kids, on our honeymoon. And he expects me to babysit them.\u201d\n\n

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\u201cWait\u2026 what?\u201d\n\n

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\u201cYesterday, he said he had a surprise for me,\u201d she explained. \u201cI thought it was going to be something romantic, like a sunset dinner or a couples\u2019 massage. Instead, his adult children showed up with their toddlers in tow.\u201d\n\n

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A woman holding a baby\n\n\n

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I couldn\u2019t believe Greg was capable of doing something so absurd.\n\n

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\u201cThere are four of them, Kayla. Four,\u201d Mom cried. \u201cAnd now I\u2019m stuck babysitting while Greg spends all his time with his kids.\u201d\n\n

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\u201cYou mean to tell me he brought his entire family on your honeymoon? Without asking you?\u201d\n\n

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\u201cYes!\u201d she cried. \u201cAnd now he\u2019s saying that since I\u2019m \u2018the new mom,\u2019 it\u2019s my job to help out. Help out! On my honeymoon! What does he think he\u2019s doing?\u201d\n\n

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I could hear the frustration and exhaustion in her voice.\n\n

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A woman using her phone\n\n\n

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My mom, the woman who had given up everything to raise me after my dad passed away, was being treated like a nanny on what was supposed to be the happiest trip of her life.\n\n

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I felt a wave of anger rush through my body.\n\n

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\u201cThat\u2019s insane!\u201d I snapped. \u201cWho does he think he is? Don\u2019t worry, Mom. I\u2019m coming, and we\u2019re putting an end to this nonsense.\u201d\n\n

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\u201cKayla, you don\u2019t have to\u2014\u201d\n\n

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\u201cNo, Mom,\u201d I interrupted, my voice steely. \u201cI\u2019m not letting him treat you like this. Pack your bags. I\u2019ll be there by morning.\u201d\n\n

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The next morning, I arrived at the resort. I was in such a beautiful place, but unfortunately, I wasn\u2019t there to relax. I was there to fight. To tell Greg he couldn\u2019t mistreat my mother.\n\n

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To make my point crystal clear, I decided to lean into the absurdity of the situation.\n\n

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Before heading to the resort, I stopped at a store and grabbed a few props. A bright pink kid\u2019s sun hat, a bib, and a pacifier.\n\n

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If Greg wanted to turn my mom into a nanny, I\u2019d show him exactly how ridiculous that was.\n\n

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When I walked into the resort\u2019s outdoor lounge, I spotted Greg immediately.\n\n

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He was lounging by the pool with his adult kids, completely unaware of what was heading his way.\n\n

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Mom was nowhere to be seen, and I could only assume she was stuck babysitting.\n\n

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I straightened my pink hat, stuck the pacifier in my mouth, and stormed up to him.\n\n

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\u201cDaddy!\u201d I called out, loud enough for everyone to hear. \u201cWhere\u2019s Mommy? I want my juice box!\u201d\n\n

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The look on Greg\u2019s face was priceless.\n\n

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His laughter vanished the moment he saw me.\n\n

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\u201cKayla,\u201d he said. \u201cWhat are you doing here?\u201d\n\n

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\u201cSaving my mom,\u201d I said as I yanked the pacifier out of my mouth. \u201cAnd calling you out on your nonsense while I\u2019m at it.\u201d\n\n

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Before he could respond, I turned to his grown children, who were now staring at me with wide eyes.\n\n

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\u201cHi, everyone!\u201d I said, plastering on a fake smile. \u201cI\u2019m Kayla, Greg\u2019s other kid, apparently. The one he forgot to mention when he invited the rest of you to my mom\u2019s honeymoon and turned her into a babysitter.\u201d\n\n

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A woman looking straight ahead\n\n\n

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One of his daughters stammered, \u201cWe\u2026 we didn\u2019t mean\u2014\u201d\n\n

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\u201cOh, save it,\u201d I interrupted. \u201cLet me guess, he told you my mom would be happy to watch your kids so you could enjoy a nice vacation, right? Did he mention it\u2019s supposed to be her honeymoon? You know, the trip where she was supposed to be relaxing, not changing diapers?\u201d\n\n

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At that moment, my mom appeared, holding a wailing toddler on her hip and looking like she hadn\u2019t slept in days.\n\n

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I walked over to her and gently took the toddler from her arms.\n\n

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\u201cHere you go,\u201d I said, handing the child back to one of Greg\u2019s kids. \u201cPretty sure this one\u2019s yours. Maybe try taking care of your own children instead of dumping them on a woman you barely know.\u201d\n\n

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\u201cKayla!\u201d Greg snapped. \u201cThat\u2019s enough. You\u2019re making a scene.\u201d\n\n

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\u201cOh, am I?\u201d I shot back, crossing my arms. \u201cYou dragged your entire family into what was supposed to be a romantic getaway with your new wife. And you\u2019ve been treating her like a nanny instead of a partner. What kind of man does that?\u201d\n\n

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\u201cIt\u2019s a family trip!\u201d Greg argued. \u201cShe\u2019s part of the family now. Helping out is what families do.\u201d\n\n

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\u201cNo,\u201d I said firmly. \u201cShe\u2019s your wife, not your maid. She didn\u2019t sign up to spend her honeymoon babysitting. And honestly, the fact that you thought this was okay tells me everything I need to know about you.\u201d\n\n

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That\u2019s when one of Greg\u2019s daughters started apologizing.\n\n

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\u201cWe didn\u2019t mean to cause trouble,\u201d she mumbled. \u201cDad said she\u2019d be fine with it\u2026\u201d\n\n

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\u201cOf course, he did,\u201d I said bitterly. \u201cBecause he didn\u2019t bother to ask her.\u201d\n\n

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The crowd around the pool was utterly silent, watching the scene unfold. Greg looked like he wanted to disappear, but I wasn\u2019t done yet.\n\n

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\u201cPack your bags, Mom,\u201d I said. \u201cWe\u2019re leaving.\u201d\n\n

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She hesitated, glancing at Greg. \u201cBut\u2026 what about\u2014\u201d\n\n

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\u201cNo,\u201d I cut her off. \u201cYou don\u2019t owe him anything. He disrespected you, and you deserve better.\u201d\n\n

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Tears welled in her eyes, but she nodded. I grabbed her hand and led her out of the pool area, while Greg mumbled excuses.\n\n

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On the drive home, Mom stayed quiet for the longest time. She kept staring out of the window before finally speaking up.\n\n

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\u201cThank you, Kayla,\u201d she said softly. \u201cI don\u2019t know what I would\u2019ve done without you.\u201d\n\n

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\u201cYou don\u2019t have to thank me, Mom,\u201d I said, reaching over to squeeze her hand. \u201cYou\u2019ve always been there for me. I\u2019m just returning the favor.\u201d\n\n

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She gave me a small, teary smile. \u201cI thought he loved me.\u201d\n\n

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\u201cSomeone who loves you wouldn\u2019t treat you like that,\u201d I said. \u201cYou deserve someone who puts you first.\u201d\n\n

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\u201cYou\u2019re right,\u201d she nodded. \u201cI\u2019m done with Greg.\u201d\n\n

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When we got home, she blocked his number and started looking into annulments.\n\n

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Meanwhile, karma turned Greg\u2019s life upside down. His kids weren\u2019t too thrilled about being dragged into his honeymoon scheme, and they stopped speaking to him after finding out what he did.\n\n

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Last I heard, he was spending his days alone, wondering where it all went wrong.\n\n

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I can\u2019t explain how relieved I feel after saving Mom from being exploited for her kindness. I\u2019m grateful she decided to call me that day instead of quietly looking after that man\u2019s grandkids and keeping up with his insane logic.\n\n

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If you enjoyed reading this story, here\u2019s\u00a0another one\u00a0you might like: \u201cMy real mom still lives here,\u201d my stepson whispered one night. I laughed it off, until I started noticing strange things around our home.\n\n

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This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.\n\n

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The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided \u201cas is,\u201d and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.\n\n\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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