Chapter 1

The London Daily Herald

February 15, 2001

Playboy Billionaire Tony Stark at the Center of Scandal: A Troubling Week for Stark Industries

Hey there, Marvel maniacs and lovers of chaos! It's your ol' pal Deadpool here, breaking the fourth wall like a bull in a china shop. Today, we're diving into some juicy drama straight from London, where the one and only Tony Stark has managed to stir up a scandal so spicy it could give a jalapeño an inferiority complex. So, strap in, buttercups, because things are about to get as wild as a night out with me!

In a plot twist that's juicier than your favorite soap opera, Tony Stark—our favorite billionaire with a penchant for shiny suits and shiny women—has been painting London red with his *extravagant* escapades. From parties where the champagne flowed like Niagara to public shenanigans that'd make your grandma clutch her pearls, Stark's latest antics are lighting up the tabloids like the world's most scandalous fireworks display.

The London Times

February 15, 2001

Stark's London Debacle: Billionaire's Behavior Under Fire

Our boy Tony has turned his trip to London into a full-blown circus, complete with drunken escapades and the kind of behavior that'd make your average reality star look like a saint. With allegations of debauchery flying faster than Iron Man himself, the media sharks are circling, and they're hungry for blood—rich, billionaire playboy blood. And who can blame them? The guy's basically a one-man party bus, and everyone wants a front-row seat to the train wreck.

The Evening Standard

February 15, 2001

Stark Industries in Crisis: Billionaire's London Trip Raises Eyebrows

Stark's escapades have become the talk of the town, and not in a good way. From fancy soirées with enough booze to float a battleship to public spectacles that'd put a circus to shame, Tony's been living it up like it's the last season of "Keeping Up with the Kardashians." And now, Stark Industries is left holding the bag, trying to douse the PR dumpster fire with whatever dignity they can salvage.

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As the morning sun cast its golden rays over Stark Industries' London HQ—seriously, what's with these poetic descriptions?—the mood inside was tense enough to snap a yoga master in half. Pepper Potts, Tony Stark's right-hand woman and the glue holding his life together, was juggling more tasks than a clown at a birthday party when the phone rang. On the other end? None other than Obadiah Stane, the man who makes Lex Luthor look like a teddy bear.

Pepper picked up the phone with the grace of someone who's had way too much caffeine. "Pepper Potts," she said, probably wishing she was anywhere else but here.

"Pepper," Obadiah's voice boomed, dripping with the kind of authority that'd make your high school principal wet his pants. "We've got a problem. I've been following the news from London, and it's clear that Tony's antics are causing a PR shitstorm. We need to act fast."

Pepper sighed, her face a mask of calm. "I've seen the headlines, Obadiah. What do you suggest we do?" She asked, already mentally scrolling through a list of damage control options.

"There's no time for hesitation," Obadiah said, probably twirling an invisible mustache. "We need to organize a high-profile event—a PR stunt that'll show the world the good side of Tony Stark. Maybe a charity fundraiser, or a showcase of his latest tech. Something to get the media off his back and remind everyone why Stark Industries is a force for good."

And just like that, Pepper had her marching orders. Because when your boss is busy being the headline, you don't get to take a coffee break. "I'll start making arrangements with our London office. We need to put together an event that'll knock their socks off."

"Exactly," Obadiah said, his voice carrying the weight of a thousand corporate buzzwords. "And remember, we need to turn this around quickly. The longer this drags on, the harder it'll be to salvage Tony's reputation."

"I understand," Pepper replied. And she did, because if there's anyone who can turn this ship around, it's Pepper Potts. "I'll get on it right away."

With a newfound determination, Pepper set about organizing the PR stunt of the century. Could she get Tony to donate a boatload of cash to charity? Maybe host a gala where he reveals his latest tech toy? Hell, she could even get me to crash the party and liven things up—just say the word, Pep!

So, kids, what have we learned today? That even the richest, flashiest billionaires can't party all the time without pissing off the masses. And when things go south, it's the savvy, underappreciated assistants who have to step in and clean up the mess. But don't you worry—this is just the beginning. Tony's got more tricks up his sleeve, and trust me, you're not gonna want to miss what happens next!

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The London Daily Herald

February 16, 2001

Tony Stark's London Scandal Escalates: Billionaire's Behavior Continues to Shock

Hello, readers of all things scandalous and slightly morally questionable! It's your friendly neighborhood Deadpool, here to fill you in on the latest misadventures of everyone's favorite billionaire with a penchant for trouble, Tony Stark. So, grab some popcorn and settle in, because this is gonna be good!

Tony Stark, the billionaire playboy and head honcho of Stark Industries, is making headlines in London again—but not for any groundbreaking tech innovations. Nope, this time, it's all about his off-the-charts antics and the kind of behavior that would make even the most notorious partygoer blush. The media frenzy is at an all-time high, and it's safe to say that Tony's reputation is currently taking more hits than a piñata at a kid's birthday party.

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The London Times

February 16, 2001

Stark's London Nightmare: Public Outrage Rises

London is buzzing, and not just because of the double-decker buses and fish and chips. Tony Stark's London escapade has become a full-blown nightmare for the PR department at Stark Industries. The public outrage is rising faster than Stark's bar tab, and the press is having a field day documenting every misstep. Tony's been spotted at one too many late-night parties, and let's just say his choices have been a bit more questionable than his decision to wear that purple velvet suit last year.

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Back at Stark Industries HQ, Pepper Potts was buried in a mountain of urgent emails and a pile of press clippings higher than Mount Everest. The scandal was spiraling out of control, and Pepper knew she had to find a solution before Stark Industries' stock tanked faster than a lead balloon. Just as she was about to scream into a pillow, her phone rang. She glanced at the caller ID: Happy Hogan, Tony's driver, and security detail.

"Pepper, it's Happy," his voice boomed through the phone, sounding as serious as a heart attack. "I've got an idea. It might sound a bit out there, but just hear me out."

"Go ahead, Happy," Pepper replied, trying to keep her cool despite the chaos. "At this point, I'm willing to try anything that doesn't involve a bribe or a cover-up."

"Tony's in London, right? So, how about we show the world that he's got a heart under all that party boy exterior? There's an orphanage nearby. Maybe Tony could visit, spend some time with the kids, and show a more compassionate side. It could be a great PR move."

Pepper raised an eyebrow, considering the suggestion. Sure, Tony at an orphanage might seem as out of place as Deadpool at a kindergarten class, but it might just be crazy enough to work. "An orphanage? It's not a bad idea, Happy. It could definitely soften his image and shift the focus. But we need to make sure it's well-organized and that we get the right media coverage to highlight the positive aspects."

"Exactly," Happy replied, sounding more hopeful. "I'll work on arranging the details and making sure Tony's visit is well-publicized. We can bring in some media to frame it as a genuine act of philanthropy."

Pepper nodded, already thinking of the logistics. "Alright, let's do it. I'll contact our London office and start organizing the details. And Happy, make sure Tony understands the importance of this. It's more than just a photo op."

With the call ended, Pepper quickly began making calls and drafting a plan. Within hours, she had coordinated with the London office to set up the visit. The orphanage was contacted, and arrangements were made for Tony Stark to visit the next day. Pepper knew that if Tony could pull this off, it might just be the start of a new chapter for him—and Stark Industries.

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The morning was gray and overcast as Tony Stark pulled up to the orphanage in a car so sleek it looked like it drove straight out of a Bond film. Tony stepped out, flashing that infamous Stark smirk that could charm the pants off even the most skeptical reporters. His dark hair was tousled just enough to look effortlessly cool, and his suit? Let's just say if clothes could win Oscars, his would sweep the awards season. It's like watching RDJ at a red carpet event but in a place that smells more like crayons and apple juice than champagne and caviar.

Pepper Potts watched from the sidelines, her eyes locked on Tony with the intensity of a mother hawk guarding her nest. This whole orphanage visit was a carefully orchestrated PR move, a strategic countermeasure to the whirlwind of scandal swirling around Tony. See, when you're a billionaire playboy genius without a shiny metal suit to hide behind, you have to pull off stunts like this to keep your name out of the tabloids.

As Tony strutted across the playground, the cameras clicked like a bunch of hungry velociraptors on the hunt. Tony waved, smiled, and handed out toys like he was Santa Claus on a summer vacation. He bent down to talk to the kids, putting on that award-winning charm. I swear, watching him interact with those kids was like watching a Disney movie come to life, but with way more snark and way fewer talking animals.

"Alright, kiddos, who wants some toys?" Tony's voice boomed, filled with mischief and a hint of genuine excitement. The kids swarmed him faster than a bunch of groupies at a rock concert, eager to see what the man with the deep pockets had in store for them. 

As the day unfolded, it was clear the media coverage was shifting gears faster than a Formula 1 racer. The headlines that used to scream about Tony's latest escapades were now filled with heartwarming stories of him playing philanthropist. Reporters were practically drooling over the new, improved image of Tony Stark—because nothing sells papers like a good redemption story.

By the end of the day, Tony's reputation was on the mend, and the scandal was being swept under the rug. The headlines that once blared about his questionable lifestyle choices were now singing his praises as a man who could make a difference. It was like the plot of a feel-good movie, except with way more real-world implications.

As Tony was wrapping up his visit, he noticed a kid sitting by himself in the corner, nose-deep in a book. This kid had messy black hair, glasses, and a scar on his forehead that looked like he got zapped by a lightning bolt. And if you think that sounds familiar, you're not wrong—it's Harry freaking Potter. But shh, don't tell Tony that.

Tony sauntered over and crouched down beside the kid, giving him a friendly grin. "Hey there, buddy. What's got you so engrossed?"

The kid looked up, his bright green eyes shining with curiosity. "Just reading about magic, Mr. Stark," he said, his voice soft but confident.

Tony raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Magic, huh? Well, aren't you a little wizard in the making?" He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, sleek model of a plane, something straight out of a Tony Stark prototype workshop. "Here, take this. Maybe it'll spark some ideas for your next magic trick."

The kid's eyes widened, and a small smile crept onto his face. "Thank you, Mr. Stark."

Tony patted him on the shoulder, a rare moment of genuine connection from the man who usually kept people at arm's length. "No problem, kid. Remember, the world's a big place full of surprises. Don't let anyone tell you what you can or can't do."

As Tony walked away, he couldn't shake the feeling that there was something special about that kid. Maybe it was the scar, or the way he seemed so out of place in a world that didn't quite understand him. Whatever it was, Tony Stark, the man who had seen and done it all, was intrigued. 

And there you have it, ladies and gents! Tony Stark: not just the billionaire with a devil-may-care attitude, but also the guy who can turn a kid's day around with a simple gesture. Stick around, because if you think this is the end of the story, you've got another thing coming. The adventure's just beginning, and with Tony Stark, you never know what's next!

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The sleek, modern apartment was bathed in the soft glow of ambient lighting, contrasting sharply with the chaos of the day. Tony Stark, now stripped of his flamboyant public persona, lounged in a plush armchair, a glass of scotch in hand. You'd think he'd be thinking about the latest arc reactor tech, or maybe the number of zeros in his bank account. But nope—Tony's mind was on something far more interesting. Remember that kid from the orphanage? Yeah, the one who's basically Harry Potter in a universe that doesn't even know how weird that is yet.

Just as Tony was contemplating his next move, the apartment door opened with a soft click, and in walked Veronica, Tony's latest squeeze. She was aiming to lure him out for a night on the town, filled with whatever ridiculously glamorous stuff rich people do when they're bored in London.

"Tony, darling," Veronica purred, draping herself over the back of his chair like a fur stole from the 1920s. "You promised we'd go out tonight. There's this amazing club I've been dying to show you."

Tony looked at her, but his head was clearly elsewhere—maybe somewhere between a Quidditch pitch and a S.H.I.E.L.D. helicarrier. "Actually, I've got other plans for tomorrow." 

Veronica raised an eyebrow, confused. "Plans? But we had a deal. Let's enjoy the night. You could use some fun." Yeah, because nothing spells 'fun' like pretending to enjoy martinis while thinking about a kid who's secretly the Chosen One.

Tony shook his head, a smirk playing on his lips. "I appreciate it, but there's something I need to take care of. I want to go back to the orphanage." Whoa, hold the press! Tony Stark, the guy who treats charity events like minor inconveniences, wants to go back to an orphanage. This is gold.

"Back to the orphanage?" Veronica asked, her confusion evident. "Why would you want to do that?"

Tony stood up, setting his glass aside, and walked over to the window. The city lights of London twinkled below like a million paparazzi cameras just waiting for the next Stark headline. But Tony wasn't focused on his usual empire. No, his mind was on Harry Potter—a kid who's basically a walking, talking plot twist waiting to happen. "There was a kid there... Harry. He's different, and I just feel like I need to understand more. It's not just about the PR stunt. There's something about him that's intriguing."

Veronica sighed, her excitement about the club night fading faster than a Death Eater at the mention of Dumbledore. "Alright, Tony. If that's what you want. But don't forget, we have a reputation to maintain." Yeah, because bailing on a date to visit a kid with a lightning scar is totally normal for the guy who's known for buying exotic cars on a whim.

Tony turned and gave her a reassuring smile, the kind that says, "I'm Tony Stark, and I know exactly what I'm doing." "I haven't forgotten. This is just something I need to do. Thanks for understanding." 

As Veronica left with a slightly disappointed huff, Tony found himself alone with his thoughts. And what thoughts they were! I mean, who wouldn't be intrigued by a kid who looks like he's about to summon a Patronus right in the middle of a Muggle orphanage? Tony began to sketch out plans for the next day, mentally prepping for another visit. He wanted to learn more about Harry—the boy's unique qualities and the mysteries that seemed to surround him.

Tony knew that this visit could be about more than just good PR. It was a rare chance to connect on a deeper level, to actually do something meaningful. In a world where gods, wizards, and mad titans exist, you've got to seize every opportunity to make a difference. As he prepared for bed, Tony's thoughts stayed glued to the orphanage. Tomorrow was going to be interesting, and for once, it wasn't about a new tech gadget or a business deal. It was about something real, something human.

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The morning sun cast a gentle glow over the orphanage, making it look almost whimsical—like something out of a storybook or one of those awful Hallmark movies. Tony Stark, accompanied by his latest arm candy, Veronica, and the ever-loyal Pepper Potts, arrived for another visit. The media frenzy had quieted down for the moment, but Tony's interest in little Harry Potter—er, I mean, Harry—had only grown. Veronica, dressed to impress (and clearly trying too hard), looked as out of place in the modest surroundings as Thor in a Shakespeare in the Park production. Pepper, on the other hand, wore her usual "I'm here to manage this circus" expression, though she seemed one eye roll away from smacking Veronica with her tablet.

Tony approached the entrance with his best billionaire-smirk-slash-boyish-charm. "Good morning! Ready for another day of goodwill and altruism at the orphanage?" he asked. Ah, Tony, always knowing how to work the crowd.

The matron, bless her kind heart, greeted them warmly. "Good morning, Mr. Stark. We're glad to see you again. Harry's in the playroom with some of the other children."

"Excellent!" Tony replied, practically strutting inside. Veronica followed behind him, her heels clicking loudly like she was auditioning for a role in *Legally Blonde: The Musical*. Pepper walked alongside Tony, shooting subtle daggers at Veronica, who was busy scrolling through her phone and occasionally rolling her eyes. 

As they entered the playroom, Tony spotted Harry seated at a small table, engrossed in a drawing. The kid's face lit up like he'd just seen the Hogwarts Express roll into the station. "Hi, Harry! How's it going?" Tony called out, clearly oblivious to the fact that he was becoming this kid's personal hero.

Harry looked up, his expression brightening as he recognized Tony. "Hello, Mr. Stark! I'm drawing a picture of a dragon."

"That sounds amazing," Tony replied, walking over to sit beside him. "Can I see it?" For a guy who usually spends his time with models and CEOs, he was pretty invested in this whole kid thing.

As Tony admired Harry's drawing, Veronica flitted around the room like a peacock with nowhere to land, clearly out of her element. She approached one of the older kids, attempting to engage them in conversation, but was met with the same level of enthusiasm most people reserve for root canals.

Pepper watched this with a smirk that said, "I told you so," then turned to Tony. "It's nice to see you taking an interest in the kids, Tony. I'm sure Harry appreciates the company," she said, with a tone that suggested she'd seen him pull this stunt before.

Veronica, overhearing, shot Pepper a look that could curdle milk. "Oh, I'm sure he does. Tony's so good at connecting with people, even if they're not exactly the socialite type." Ouch, Veronica. Real classy.

Pepper's eyes narrowed slightly. "Well, it's nice to see someone's enthusiastic about it. I'm sure the children appreciate all the attention they're getting." And with that, Pepper served Veronica a plate of sass with a side of shade.

Tony, sensing the tension, tried to defuse the situation. "Veronica, why don't you try talking to some of the other kids? I'm sure they'd love to hear about your glamorous life," he suggested, throwing her a bone.

Veronica forced a smile and sauntered over to another group of kids, who watched her with a mix of curiosity and skepticism. Pepper took the opportunity to sit down next to Tony and Harry.

"Harry, do you mind if I join you?" Pepper asked gently.

Harry shook his head, offering a shy smile. "Of course not." Cute kid. Seriously, who wouldn't want to join this adorable magic prodigy in training?

As Pepper began to engage Harry in conversation, Tony's attention remained focused on the boy, his curiosity piqued. He noticed how Harry's gaze wandered towards the other children, who continued to steer clear of him like he was a tiny, bespectacled plague. 

"Harry," Tony said, leaning in slightly. "Is there anything you'd like to do today? Maybe we could play a game or read a book."

Harry hesitated, then nodded. "I'd like that. Maybe we could read the book about magic again?"

Tony smiled warmly, a rare genuine moment from the Iron Man-to-be. "Sure, let's do that."

Veronica returned to Tony's side, her expression a mix of boredom and impatience. "Tony, I really think we should head out soon. There's this exclusive event I'd love to attend," she whined. You could practically hear the tiny violin playing in the background.

Tony glanced at her, then back at Harry and Pepper. "We'll be leaving soon, Veronica. I want to spend a bit more time here." Because, you know, sometimes saving a kid's day is more important than champagne and caviar.

Veronica's smile faltered. "Alright, but don't keep me waiting too long. I'm sure you wouldn't want to miss out on all the fun." Yeah, Veronica, because watching you mingle with the upper crust is totally the highlight of the day.

Pepper took the opportunity to add, "It's great that Tony is taking time out of his busy schedule to make a difference here. I'm sure Harry appreciates it." Boom! Pepper with the assist, driving the point home.

Veronica's eyes narrowed slightly, but she forced another smile. "Oh, I'm sure he does. It's just that some of us have other commitments." Like what, Veronica? Filing your nails?

Tony sighed, sensing the growing tension between the two women. "Alright, how about this—we'll spend a little more time here, and then we'll head out. Harry, why don't you show me more of your drawing?"

As Tony focused on Harry, Pepper shot a quick, victorious glance at Veronica, who responded with a dismissive wave before turning her attention back to her phone. For the moment, the room was filled with the simple joy of Harry's drawings and the shared interest of Tony and Pepper. The external pressures and personal conflicts faded into the background as they immersed themselves in the small, positive moments of the day.

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Over the past few days, Tony Stark had become a frequent visitor at the orphanage. Yeah, you heard that right: Tony Stark, the billionaire playboy who's more at home with high-tech gadgets than high chairs, had decided to make it his personal mission to brighten up the life of a certain little boy named Harry. Each visit brought him closer to the kid, and Tony's genuine interest in Harry's well-being became as obvious as a Dementor at a Quidditch match. Tony spent hours with the kid, reading books, playing games, and discussing Harry's imaginative drawings. It was like Tony had swapped out his fancy suits for dad jeans. The other kids were warming up to him, too. Harry, who used to be the orphanage's resident loner, now had a sparkle in his eyes. It was like watching a live-action Disney movie unfold, minus the singing animals.

Veronica, though, wasn't exactly thrilled about Tony's new hobby. She had come to London with visions of high-profile parties, designer shopping sprees, and rubbing elbows with the rich and famous. Instead, she found herself standing in a modest orphanage, feeling about as out of place as a Death Eater at a Dumbledore fan club meeting.

When Tony finally returned to his swanky London apartment, Veronica was waiting for him, dressed to the nines and ready to hit the town. She was tapping her perfectly manicured fingers on the countertop, looking like she was about to deliver a scathing monologue in a Real Housewives reunion episode.

"Tony, I can't believe you're still spending so much time at that place," Veronica snapped, her voice dripping with annoyance. "We had plans! You promised me we'd hit the town and enjoy ourselves."

Tony, still buzzing from his day with Harry, just shook his head. "I know, Veronica. But Harry needs someone to spend time with, and I want to be that person for him." Look at Tony, getting all warm and fuzzy. Who knew the guy could be a softie?

Veronica's face tightened like she'd just bitten into a lemon. "You're missing out on all the excitement and glamour for some orphanage. Do you really think this is worth it?"

Tony's expression hardened. "It's not just about the excitement. I'm trying to make a difference here. I thought you'd understand." Tony's trying to go all noble on us. It's like watching a soap opera, but with billionaires instead of dramatic housewives.

Veronica's eyes flashed with irritation. "Well, maybe if you spent less time playing hero and more time on the things that matter, like us, you'd see things differently." Ouch. That's a verbal slap right there.

Tony sighed, running a hand through his perfectly styled hair. "This is important to me, Veronica. I thought you'd support me in this."

Veronica's frustration boiled over. "Support you? I'm here, aren't I? But don't expect me to be happy about it when I'm left waiting alone while you play the noble knight." Somebody call the drama police, because we've got a code red over here!

Tony tried to stay calm, but his patience was wearing thinner than Loki's excuses. "I'm not asking you to join me at the orphanage, but I do need you to understand why this matters to me."

Veronica's face turned into a mask of cold resolve, like she was gearing up for the dramatic climax of a romantic comedy gone wrong. "Fine. If this is what you want, go ahead. But don't expect me to wait around forever. I have my own life to live." And with that, she turned on her heel and stormed out, probably heading for the nearest high-end boutique to soothe her wounded pride.

Tony was left alone with his thoughts, and probably a stiff drink, because that's how rich people process their feelings, right? He knew his growing attachment to Harry was causing ripples in his personal life, but abandoning the kid for a life of endless parties and superficial pleasures seemed as appealing as a root canal. Harry's presence had become a significant part of his days, and Tony was starting to realize that sometimes, the greatest adventures don't involve expensive cars and exclusive clubs.

—

Tony Stark rolled up to the orphanage the next day with all the enthusiasm of a kid who's just been told he's got a free pass to Disneyland. But this time, his swagger was a bit subdued, like he'd just had an emotional gut punch. Still, he was determined as hell, and you couldn't knock that. Harry, meanwhile, was practically vibrating with excitement, clutching a new drawing like it was the Holy Grail.

"Hey, Harry!" Tony greeted, flashing a grin that could melt steel—if he felt like it. "What's this masterpiece you've got here?"

Harry's face lit up like a Christmas tree, and he practically shouted, "It's a world where magic and technology work together! I thought you'd like it."

Tony's eyes sparkled with more delight than when he first discovered his own tech had Wi-Fi. "I love it, Harry. You've got a real knack for turning imagination into something spectacular."

As Tony settled in to doodle and swap stories with the kid, he felt a rare, warm glow that wasn't from his latest high-tech gadget. Even though Veronica was likely throwing a tantrum worthy of a spoiled princess, Tony knew his time with Harry was not something he could just brush off. It was like finding a secret treasure chest in the middle of a high-stakes poker game.

Tony threw himself into the drawing sessions and story-swapping with all the energy of a caffeinated squirrel. The messiness of his personal life, including the hot mess of his relationship with Veronica, felt like it was miles away. All that mattered was this little oasis of happiness where Harry's creativity and Tony's genuine interest turned every visit into something almost magical.

So, there you have it. Tony Stark, billionaire genius playboy, temporarily trading in his high-octane lifestyle for crayons and childlike wonder. Sometimes the real adventures are the ones that don't come with explosions or high-speed chases, but with a kid's imagination and a chance to make a difference. And hey, if you're ever feeling like life's a bit too complicated, just remember: sometimes all you need is a good drawing and a friend who's genuinely there. 

Until next time, folks. Keep those crayons sharp and your hearts open, because you never know when you'll find a bit of magic in the most unexpected places.

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