Donna Dowling tried not to squint at the bright morning sun as she walked onto the patio of Southfork. She had been up all night, driving. Thinking. Ray had cheated on her! How could he do that? After all they had been through. She was so angry, she almost couldn't think straight. To think that she almost gave up the campaign for him, only to find out that he betrayed her weeks ago! She had sworn to herself years ago that Ray would never disrespect her, or humiliate her, in that way again.

Miss Ellie was sipping coffee alone on the outside table. She immediately noticed Donna's hazard state.

“Donna, what's wrong?” She asked with concern.

“Miss Ellie, I don't really want to talk about it right now…. I'm sorry. It's been a horrible night. I just wanted to ask you a favor.”

Ellie was confused, but she knew well enough to listen to Donna. When she was ready to speak she would. Ellie just hoped she could do something to calm her down a bit---her words were laced with agitation. “What's wrong?”

“Could Margaret and I stay here, at Southfork, for a few days? Just a few days. Until I get some things in order.”

“Donna, what's happened? Is everything alright with Ray?”

“No, it's not all right. Ray has a habit of repeating mistakes.” Donna's tone of voice let Ellie know that she did not want to discuss the matter any further, but she had an idea of just what Donna was implying.

“Of course you can stay here, for as long as you want.” Ellie paused. “Are you sure that's the best idea?”

“I can't be in that house.”

“Will this hurt your campaign at all? I know how hard you've worked.”

Donna gave Miss Ellie a look that screamed that what she was about to say was the final word on the matter. “At this point, I could care less about that damn campaign.”

With that, Donna Dowling got back into her car, and prepared to drive home. Or rather, back to Ray's.

West Star Oil

      Sue Ellen couldn't believe it. She was getting married tomorrow! Cliff had truly meant it when he said he would take care of everything---everything WAS taken care of. The wedding would be the next day, at Cliff's. Sue Ellen had already picked out her dress, the caterers were lined up, and all the guests had confirmed. She had spoken with Cally earlier, and discussed the arrangements for her quick flight to Dallas, once again assuring her that J.R. would be absent from the ceremony.

Sue Ellen sat back at her desk at West Star, and smiled to herself. Things weren't going well for Christopher. The board had asked him to step down. She had tried to offer support, but he remained distant---perhaps his problems with Karen. She knew that if he needed her, he would come to her. There was nothing else she could do.

As she looked at the dress that she had bought in the garment back, she began to quietly sing “Here comes the bride...”

Two doors down, in Christopher's office...

“Thanks for being here Kaitlin.” Christopher hugged her and took a seat at his desk.

“I've reached my decision on the stock.”

Christopher looked at her, his eyes full of hope. The custody hearing was in two weeks. “Okay. What is it?”

“You were right. You have earned part of that stock at least. So, I'd be totally happy to give half it to you.”

“Give it to me?”

“Yeah, I wouldn't take your money. I've made more money with that stock than I'll ever need.”

Christopher couldn't believe what he was hearing. It was all too easy—but J.R. wanted all of it. He wondered if J.R. would be happy with just half—he hoped so. Christopher didn't know what to say. “Thanks. That means a lot to me.”

“I just hope you know what you're doing. I'll go get in touch with my lawyer right now. Hopefully, we can finalize this by the end of the week.”

“Sounds great. Thanks again Aunt Kaitlin.”

She smiled and left the office.

Downtown Dallas

      “Oh Gary, it's wonderful!” said Val when she opened her eyes. Sprawled out before her was an attractive, fully decorated office.

“Now that I'm the owner of that land,” said Gary, “it's time to get down to business.”

Val stroked the leaves on a nearby plant. “This is all really nice. What is your first order of business? Gary, wait a minute. How much did you say that land was?”

“$650,000.”

Val gasped. “Honey, we don't have that kind of money. Where did you get it?”

“Ok, so there's a small technicality. We don't own that land yet. I paid $300,000 up front—what was left from the trust fund Momma gave me.”

Val looked worried. “Where are you going to get the rest?”

“Relax. I've already talked to our banker from back in California. He's going to get me the rest of the money.”

“So we'll have a loan to pay back. I hope to God that this all works out.”

“Don't worry, it's all going to be okay. Once everything gets up and running we won't have to worry about the money.”

She smiled, uneasily. “I hope you're right.”

The Krebbs Ranch

      “Donna, I've been looking for you all night! Where have you been?” Ray rushed over to her as soon as she walked through the door.

Donna walked past him, heading directly upstairs. “Don't even talk to me.”

“We need to talk Donna.”

She quickly spun around, “Haven't you been avoiding 'talking' for weeks now? Too busy with that girl?” She was fighting back tears.

“I don't know what to say….” They were in the middle of the staircase now.

“Don't say anything,” she said adamantly, wiping back a tear. “I'm moving out. I'll be at Southfork—I've already talked to Miss Ellie.”

“Please Donna…”

“Don't talk to me! You've already said enough. Or done enough.” She continued up the stairs into their bedroom, and Ray followed her. “I'll pick up Margaret from school today. I'm going to leave it up to her whether she wants to come to Southfork or stay here.”

“What are you going to tell her?”

“The truth. I've always been honest with her. I'm not going to tell her about your disgusting little habits, because I don't want her to lose respect for her father, although I sure as hell have.”

“Have you told anyone?”

Donna fervently packed. “I think Miss Ellie suspects. I'm going to tell her, though. No one else knows, and no one needs to know. I still have a campaign to finish and I'm sure as heck not going to let your little roll in the hay take that away from me too.”

Ray couldn't stand the guilt. She was hurting so much.

Donna went on. “I'm going to the wedding tomorrow. Don't expect me to be your best buddy, but let's try not to draw more attention to this then needed.”

“Well isn't it going to look a little weird that you've moved out? You're going to be living with J.R. after all.”

“I don't care about J.R.!” Donna threw down a blouse. “I don't know, I'll come clean if I have to and say we've separated. The campaign's a few weeks away and I don't want anything getting in the way of that. That and Margaret are all I have now.”

“That's ridiculous and you know it. I love you Donna, and I want to be with you.”

“Should have thought of that before you had a night of fun!” She snapped her suitcase and stormed out, leaving Ray near tears. What had he done?

Cliff's House

      “How could you do this?” Pamela Rebecca screamed at her father. “I go away for two days to see Megan, and I find out you're getting married!”

“Pamela Rebecca, please give me a chance to—“ Cliff tried to speak, but his daughter cut him off.

“You've got a really short memory, daddy, because I remember you distinctly making a pledge to mom that you loved her and would always be there for her. Do you even know how she is? She's speaking again! She has a little trouble, but she can form sentences! How do you think she's going to feel when you're getting married---to Sue Ellen of all people!”

“I'm planning on talking to your mother later. This is just something I need to do know.”

“Why, are the Gods giving you some marriage edict---marry Sue Ellen today or die?”

Cliff didn't know what to say to his daughter. She was understandably upset. She continued on her tirade.

“Don't expect me to be there supporting this.”

“Please honey, don't do this to me. I want you there. This day means so much to me. You mean so much to me. Please share it with me.”

“Like hell. Until you get your head on straight and start treating mom with some respect, don't expect to be seeing too much of me—or your granddaughter.”

Cliff felt like a bullet entered him. How could she say that to him? Didn't she see that he loved Sue Ellen? Still, he supposed that Pamela Rebecca had very good reason to be angry. He hadn't spoken with Afton in SO long. “I understand. I wish you'd still come though.”

“Ha!” she let out a fake laugh.

“I want you to know that if you still need any help with the custody suit, I'll be there. Regardless of whether you approve of the marriage or not.”

The sincerity of her father's words got to Pamela Rebecca. But she was NOT going to lose her ground. “Thanks,” she said, half-heartedly.

“I love you Pamela Rebecca.”

Pamela Rebecca just looked at her father. Directly into his eyes. She left the next moment.

Pamela Rebecca's Apartment: The Next Day

      Pamela Rebecca thought back to the conversation she had with her father the day before. There was no way on earth she would go to that wedding.

The phone rang and she walked over to answer it. She was shocked to hear the person's voice. Silently, Pamela Rebecca listened, then hung up the phone.

Cliff's House

      The guests were beginning to arrive, as Pam and Sue Ellen prepared in one of the bedrooms of Cliff's house. His spacious patio had been completely decorated with flowers and catered with exquisite food.

As Pam was fixing Sue Ellen's hair, she couldn't help but notice her friend's jitters. “Nervous?” She asked with a smile.

“I guess a little bit. Excited too.”

“I'm so happy for you Sue Ellen. You deserve this. I know you and Cliff will be so happy together.” She did some more work to Sue Ellen's hair. “He can be a big pain in the butt sometimes, but he's got a big heart. I know you'll be happy.”

Sue Ellen gave a little laugh. “I know I'll be too.”

Pam was silent for a moment, and then let out a large laugh. “What's so funny?” Sue Ellen asked.

“The Ewing family tree. Think about it---you're my ex sister-in-law who's about to me my future sister-in-law, only by two different men that hate each other.”

“Wow, you're right. That is frightening. Almost like a soap opera.”

“Except not as unbelievable,” Pam replied.

     Everyone was milling about, waiting for the ceremony to start. Todd had just arrived, spotted Christopher, and immediately went over towards his friend. “Christopher,” he said “I haven't talked to you in like, a week. How are you?”

Christopher was nursing a drink. A little too closely, Todd observed.

“Hey Todd.” He looked back down at his drink.

“How's everything going?”

“Well, let's see….I had to commit my wife to rehab, I'm about to enter a custody battle for my daughter, West Star asked me to step down as President….other than that, I'm dandy.”

“Sounds like your typical stuff,” Todd said in a joking manner. Christopher didn't laugh. “Sorry. How is Karen? I talked to her the other day, but very briefly. They won't let her have long conversations I guess.”

“Karen hates me. Why shouldn't she? I locked her up.”

“Don't pull this whole self-guilt routine. What were you supposed to do—she was addicted. She would have being injecting heroin till it came out of her nose if you hadn't stepped in.”

Christopher supposed Todd, despite his colorful descriptions, did have a point. Everyone had been telling him he did the right thing----his grandmother, Kimberly---but he still couldn't help but feel horrible. Could Karen ever forgive him?

Todd continued. “Once Karen is totally clean, she'll forgive you. C'mon, she was probably still high as a kite when you committed her. She would have told the pope to burn in hell at that point.” Christopher gave a slight laugh. Todd was glad he was cheering up his friend. “So, there's one problem. Now, about this custody case. What's this Pamela Rebecca like? I met her very briefly at the dinner at Southfork months ago.”

“She's a viper. I'm surprised she's not here.” Christopher looked around for any signs of her.

“So she's crazy?”

“In a certain manner, I'd say she was unbalanced.”

“And she up and left with your kid to move to Boston---c'mon Christopher! Her less than stellar morals combined with her shipping the kid off east is not going to make for a pretty picture in court. Plus, you've got the Ewings on you're side. It's in the bag, don't worry about it.”

Christopher wished things were that simple, but he appreciated Todd's concern.

“As for West Star,” Todd said, “I'm not sure what I can say.”

“Ugh, I don't want to think about it.” Christopher took another swig of his drink.

“Well, then don't. Have some fun.”

      Across the patio, Donna sat by herself at a table, and tried to look pleasant. Ray was somewhere by the bar, talking to Gary. She had told Miss Ellie the truth about what Ray had done---she felt she owed it to her, staying at Southfork and all. Miss Ellie listened with a sympathetic ear, but was surprisingly quiet in terms of advice. Perhaps she didn't know what to say. She had asked Miss Ellie to respect her privacy, and not let anyone know what exactly had occurred between Ray and her. If anyone asked, they were just separated for a while because of “irreconcilable differences.” She didn't want to bring any unneeded attention to herself, or to Ray, or to her campaign. She supposed that J.R. would somehow stick his nose into their affair, but she'd worry about that later. She could handle J.R.

She was surprised to see Cliff walking over toward her. “Hey Donna.” He said, sitting down.

“Well, it's the marrying man. Congratulations Cliff. I hope you and Sue Ellen will be real happy together."”

“I know we will. How are you doing?”

Donna looked over toward Ray. “Things have been better.”

“Campaign causing you some problems?”

"Oh, he means business," Donna thought to herself. “Well, I wish it would pick up a little bit more momentum. I'm frightened that Mary Anne Teasdale is going to take her lead and skyrocket into office.”

“Ugh.”

Donna gave a slight giggle. She forgot Cliff's strange charm. God, she couldn't believe that they had actually dated all those years ago! “I feel the same way.”

“Who is your campaign manager?” Cliff asked.

“Mavis Anderson. Punk's wife.”

“Does she have any experience in this sort of thing? I mean, I didn't think she did.”

“No, she doesn't. Mavis is a sweet woman, who is doing me a favor, but you're right, she doesn't have much experience. I've been doing most of the work myself—the bookings and such. It's exhausting.”

“I can imagine. Maybe that's why you don't have that extra push in the race. I mean, that you're overextending yourself. There's not doubt in my mind that you're the right candidate.”

“Well thank you Cliff.” Donna felt bad for dismissing Cliff of as shallow for so many years. Perhaps he WAS shallow then, but the man before her was very caring, and genuine. Perhaps it had to do with coming back from the dead. She decided to comment on it. “Coming back from the dead seemed to really boost your spirits.”

“Yeah, well, re-entering the world of the living will do that to you.” Cliff laughed. The two talked for another ten minutes, laughing and enjoying themselves. It was the most fun Donna had experienced in a while. And all Cliff could think about was that little plan formulating at the back of his head……

      “I don't know Melissa, this is still a little bit weird for me.” John Ross was commenting on his mother's wedding. The guests were still waiting for Sue Ellen to come out. It apparently wasn't going to be anytime soon, as John Ross observed Cliff talking with Donna at a table and laughing up a storm.

“Well honey, once we get home I'll make it all better….” Melissa said in a seductive tone.

John Ross didn't even hear what she said because his attention was too focused on who just walked in. Was it her?

Cally Harper Ewing entered the patio slowly, almost apprehensively, as if she were frightened. No one seemed to notice at first, but slowly, those who were present for her stay in Dallas and marriage to J.R. begin to turn their heads, and drop their jaws in shock. No one had seen, nor heard from her, since 1991.

“Cally!” Lucy was the first to scream out, leaving a confused Neil standing by the pool. She ran over to her old friend, saw that it was her, and tackled her in a gigantic hug.

“Cally! I can't believe it! What are you doing here?” Lucy was asking a million questions.

Cally was still overwhelmed by everything. She responded, stuttering a bit. “I'm here for, ugh, S-Sue Ellen's wedding. She's getting married right?”

Lucy didn't say anything, just looked at Cally and smiled. Miss Ellie and Clayton had come over. “Cally, it's so wonderful to see you! Come here!” Miss Ellie immediately swept her up in an embrace. Clayton too.

Christopher put down his drink and went over with Bobby to greet his former aunt. “Christopher! My stars, you're so huge!”

“Hey Cally,” Christopher smiled, giving her a huge hug. Bobby did the same.

“I hear that you're a new daddy. Congratulations Bobby. I wish I had a present to give you, but…”

Bobby interrupted her. “Seeing you is enough. I can't wait for you to meet Pam.”

More and more people surrounded her. Faces that she recognized from when she was married to J.R. Faces she hadn't seen in years. Cliff came over and welcomed her. She had only met Cliff once before, at she and J.R.'s wedding at Southfork in 1989. He was very warm.

The new faces overwhelmed Cally. She met Gary and Valene for the first time, as well as J.R.'s other brother Ray. Pam came out briefly again, but Cally had met her when she had popped in to say hi to Sue Ellen.

Then, John Ross came up to her. They immediately saw each other through the crowd of people that was around them. She couldn't believe him. He was so all grown up—and so handsome! She thought back to the little boy that she had loved so much.

Without saying a word, they embraced, holding each other for a long time. Finally, John Ross spoke. “I can't believe it's you.”

“I missed you John Ross. I thought about you every day.”

“Why did you go?” They were still hugging.

“I had too. But there wasn't a day that I didn't go by that I didn't think of you, or Southfork.”

Pamela Rebecca noticed John Ross talking to a strange woman, so she decided not to interrupt. She all but laughed at the confused look on her father's face when he saw her there.

“Pamela? I thought you weren't coming?” said Cliff.

She smiled, sweetly. “Oh Daddy, you know I wouldn't miss this for the world.” She hugged him, then walked away. Cliff wondered what changed her mind.

      The next half-hour saw the various guests mingling about. Cally spoke with all her old family and friends, telling them what she had been up to. She left out some of the more depressing parts of the last ten years, and remained very vague about details of her life. She still couldn't risk J.R. finding her. She simply lived in “Arkansas”, but she did tell them about Justin. No one asked if it was J.R.'s son.

Who knew the truth? James. April did. April swore not to tell Bobby. Sue Ellen knew the truth. That was it. Surely Miss Ellie didn't know, or she would have said something to Cally. When James announced publicly that she was pregnant with J.R.'s baby all those years ago at J.R. and Vanessa's engagement party, Cally stormed off, but told J.R. that the baby was James's not his. She assumed that this was the word that got around Dallas. So did they think it was Justin belonged to James? Better that than J.R. The impression that she had gotten was that everyone assumed that the son she spoke about was from another man, after J.R. After all, she did tell them all about Adam, her ex-boyfriend. The one who ran out with her money. But she left that part out.

Still, Sue Ellen was right. It was so great to see everyone. Everyone's reaction to her was so welcoming. Lucy was exactly the same, and was already making plans for trips they could take together. Cally felt like she was home. It would all be so perfect, if J.R. were just out of the picture.

Todd was chatting with Bobby as Cally walked by. “I can't believe that she was married to J.R.”

“Believe it.”

“She's gorgeous. How does he do it?”

“Sometimes my brother is a complete mystery to me,” Bobby replied.

“Well, either that or there are more women out there who have a scumbag fetish.” Bobby gave Todd a stern look. “Sorry,” he said.

Bobby had already told him all about the baby, and after Todd inquired about Katherine, Bobby revealed his plans for her as well. As always, Bobby felt a great sense of relief. Talking made him feel better. Realizing that he had been going on and on, Bobby turned the conversation. “How're things with you?”

Todd sipped his drink. God, when was this wedding going to get started? “Things could be better.” He looked at Bobby. “I had to sell your 8% Bobby. I'm sorry.”

“Whoa,” Bobby stepped back a little. “That came as a shock.”

“I didn't know how else to say it rather than to just say it. I sold it to Sue Ellen. I needed the cash. April Oil was having some financial problems, so I felt like I was between a rock and a hard place.” No need to tell the truth.

“Todd, you could have asked me for help. I would have been more than glad.”

Todd just smiled. “I take care of things, I guess you could say. Anyway, I figured that it wouldn't be a huge deal if I sold to Sue Ellen, because you're family and all.” He paused. “I want you to know that the gesture that you made---I mean, the reason you gave me that 8%, means a lot to me. More than you know. I just wanted to say thank you again, and I'm very appreciative.” Another pause. “Now usually I'm not this cheeseball, so let's get another drink.”

Before they could take a step, the wedding music began, indicating everyone to take their seats. Bobby hurried over to his position as best man.

Cliff had been having a drink with Jackie, his old secretary, talking about her possibly coming back to work for him. As soon as the music started, he felt a rush of nervousness. He hurried over to the altar. On the way there, he almost ran smack into Lucy, who was standing with Neil.

“Cliff.” Was all she said.

“Hi,” he responded.

“Neil, can you go grab us a seat. I just want to give the groom a few words of wisdom and wish him luck. That okay?”

“Sure,” Neil was off.

“Lucy, thanks so much for coming…”

Lucy cut him off mid sentence. “Can it. I'm still none too pleased about how things ended between us Cliff. I did love you---operative word here DID—but you screwed it up. Don't repeat the same mistake twice with Sue Ellen.” Lucy stormed away, just as Sue Ellen exited the doorway to the house, all ready to get married.

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Oh well, Sue Ellen focused on the man that was at the end of the aisle before her. He was her future now.

As she continued to scan the crowd, her eyes locked with Jack. For a moment. Just a brief moment. But Sue Ellen felt, at that moment, that perhaps she was making the biggest mistake of her life. Why not just run off with Jack, and have a passionate affair? Why settle down? Why not go with the mystery, and the excitement---not the stability and the routine?

She was already at the end of the aisle before she could think any more. The minister began the ceremony.

      “You know what you need to do?” J.R. asked, making damn sure that things weren't going to get screwed up now. Not after he had done all this.

He was standing with her toward the side of Cliff's house, clear from view of the guests. J.R. was not about to make his presence known to the guests. He didn't want to be connected to what was going to happen in any way at all. He wasn't going to take the fall for this one, but he sure as hell would take the credit.

“Just go. I'll be fine from here. Go!” With that, she was off, heading directly towards the ceremony in progress.

J.R. smiled, leaning against the house, preparing to watch the festivities.

Show time.

     The ceremony had been beautiful. Cliff and Sue Ellen had been looking into each other's eyes the whole time. And it was almost over!

Pamela Rebecca glanced down at her watch nervously. Then, she decided that she couldn't wait any longer. She stood up. “Daddy, you can't marry her.”

Suddenly, hundreds of staring eyes were upon Pamela Rebecca, but she didn't let that faze her.

“Pamela?” said Cliff.

Sue Ellen gave him an “I-Knew-This-Was-Going-To-Happen” look. Jack looked from Sue Ellen to Pamela Rebecca, perplexed. After what seemed like hours, Pamela Rebecca spoke up again.

“She doesn't love you Daddy! You know she doesn't.”

Sue Ellen gave Pamela Rebecca a look that could have killed, but wondered deep down if Pamela Rebecca could be right.

“Of course she does,” said Cliff. “Don't you Sue Ellen.”

Sue Ellen stared at Cliff for a second, but to Cliff, it seemed like an eternity. “Of course I do, or else I wouldn't be standing up here today.”

Pamela Rebecca glanced around and then looked at her watch. “You're making a mistake.”

“No I'm not,” said Cliff. “Pamela Rebecca, please, sit down.”

She stood for a second longer, then took a seat. “What now?”

The minister pushed his glasses up on his nose and continued. “Then if no one else objects to this union—”

Once again, the minister was cut off. “If you think no one else is gonna object to this union, then you're dead wrong.”

Braddock County, near Southfork

      Mandy Winger drove like she had never driven before. She had a mission. She had decided it was finally time to tell J.R. what she intended to reveal to him all along. First, she had to make sure he really loved her for who she was—and he did. Now she would tell him.

She was nearing seventy miles per hour when up ahead, a ball rolled out into the street. Mandy swerved to miss the child that soon followed, but soon lost control of the car. The front of the car slammed into a large tree and soon, nothing could be heard but the sound of Mandy's car's horn.

Cliff's House

      “Oh my God,” said Cliff. “Afton?”

Sue Ellen, Cliff, and all the guests fixed their eyes on Afton Cooper, formerly Mrs. Cliff Barnes, at the end of the aisle. She was in a wheelchair, but her determination made her seem like she was ten feet tall.

From the distance, J.R. caught a quick glimpse of a face.

“Couldn't be,” he mumbled to himself.

But as he looked again, he realized it was--Cally.

Afton slowly rolled her wheelchair down the aisle. When she passed Pamela Rebecca's row, Pamela Rebecca stepped out and pushed her to Cliff. “Hello Cliff,” she said smiling.

“Afton? What…how.”

“I couldn't let this happen. Do you not remember what you said to me back in June? You said we'd be together again soon. How could you have forgotten Cliff? How could you marry this woman and completely forget about me?”

Cliff hesitated and then spoke loudly. “Look everybody…the wedding is off—for now. I need to work all of this out. I hope you all understand.”

“Afton, let's talk about this inside.” He turned to Sue Ellen. “Come on in. Don't worry, we're gonna work all of this out.”

Cliff's House, ten minutes later

      Sue Ellen and Cliff, along with Afton, had gone inside. The wedding party was mingling about, obviously feeling displaced and confused at the recent turn of events. Some were remaining in their seats while others were refilling their drinks. Cally decided to use the ladies room inside.

She took her purse with her, and headed for the side door that led to the inside bathrooms. Cally really wasn't paying any attention to her surroundings---her mind was too preoccupied with Sue Ellen. Cally hoped she was ok.

She was not expecting to hear a voice from behind her. That voice. “Well darlin', long time no see.”

J.R.

Cally's back froze with fright. She tried to open the door quickly and jump inside, but J.R. quickly grabbed her arm. “No, honey, we've got some catching up to do.”

Thinking quick, Cally smacked her purse against J.R.'s head. The make-up inside fazed him as it crashed against his head, but he managed to flail his arms and knock the purse from Cally's grasp.

Thinking quickly, Cally ran as far and as fast as she could, hopping into the rental car that Sue Ellen had provided with the Clifford Group jet that brought her here. By the time she was down the street, she was had realized what she had forgotten.

Her purse. With her driver's license.

And her current address.

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