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The Slayer

By Norwalker

Part 16 of a multipart story.

Summary: What if Faith came first? If she were the slayer before

Buffy( if Buffy even became a slayer)? Just my take on what might have

happened. AU, of course.

Pairings: Not sure yet. You might be surprised.

Rating: M( R )

Disclaimer: Characters depicted in this story, except for original characters created by the author, are the sole property of Mutant Enemy, Fox and Joss Whedon.

To JS, thanks for the Inspiration and to Pasha, who keeps me honest, even when it hurts. Yikes!

1

Cordelia Chase storms into her bedroom, slamming the door behind her.

She's obviously still wound up from the events of earlier tonight, and she's having a hard time sorting everything out. Her face is flushed, her lips drawn in a tight line. Her eyes are glittering in anger. Her hand still hurts from where she punched Faith in the face.

She sits at her desk, and lets out a long frustrated noise. For a moment she just sits there, seething. Then she puts her head in her hands, and feels like she's going to drown in her whirlpool of emotions.

Finally lifting her head , she reaches in to the drawer, feeling around for the key to her little safe. Finding it in its usual hiding place, she removes it and opens the small metal door built into her desk. She removes the slim black volume contained there, and opens it.

She flips to an empty page, and for what seems like an age, but is really only a few seconds, sits staring at it, trying to compose her thoughts. Then she picks up a pen, and in large, bold black letters writes one word:

BITCH

Not enough! Not EVEN close She thinks, staring at the world

She writes it again, bigger, underlining and drawing circles around it.

!!!!!!!!!!BITCH !!!!!!!!!!

Yeah, that's better, she thinks, staring at the word. Much better!

She starts covering the page with the word, adding lightning bolts and clouds and arrows and frowny faces and broken hearts. It's as if her hand has a mind of it's own , trying to fill the page with her anger and hurt.

Finally, she stops, staring down at her creation. She frowns deeply. She feels somehow drained.

She turns to another page and starts writing.

Who does she think she is anyway? How dare she go after Josh Logan? Josh belongs to ME! Damn her, she can't have him! Oh, and doing that bumpy humpy thing against him, like some common slut! So damned typical! Just like her. She' so trashy, and just uses her body to make him all hot and bothered and wanting her!

And Josh! That … prick! How could he? He'd just agreed to go with me to the prom, and here he is whoring it up with her. Goddamn him!!! Be a cold day in hell before I go anywhere with him!!!! Told him off, but good. Thinks he can do that to me? ME! This is Cordelia Chase he's messing with here! Not some little common cheerleading slut like that Melinda Peters! Thinks he can treat me like that? A Chase is still worth 2 Logan's in this town. He better remember that, and know his place!!!!!

She sits there fuming, feeling her anger slowly start to melt into the hurt she's really hiding under the anger. She sighs.

How could she do that? To ME! God, I hate her. I totally hate her! That was cruel. I know she knew that I was so interested in Josh Logan. That … it was important to me to be on his arm at the Homecoming Dance. And she does that, taking him, almost mating with him on the dance floor, humiliating me, and making me act like some common fishwife, fighting with her over a guy. God, she must've been laughing at me inside, sticking it to me. How could I think I ever felt anything but DISGUST for her?!!?!!?? The worst part? She's not EVEN into guys! She's a big old lesbo! She did it to hurt me! Make me act like a fool! To humiliate me, show me she could take ANYONE away from me! Damned slutty WHORE!!!!

She stares at the last paragraph she wrote, and shakes her head. God, what's that about? I mean, how do I know she's some lesbo? Just because she works out… Cordy's mind drifts to memories of watching her work out, and she feels some very strong tingles run through her … or that she acts all tough… but she's a slayer, right? She has to act tough! Or that she actually touched you, made you feel incredible? GOD!

It's not about Josh. God, not even! It's about HER! How could she? How could she be so cold, like what we did means nothing? That we broke up was nothing? Out there, dancing and almost humping him on the dance floor, all in front of me. Laughing at me. Saying " See? I don't need you! You're nothing! I can have anyone I want! Why would I want YOU????". She's so mean! She's such a witch! Doesn't what we did that night mean anything? Doesn't the fact she took me, took my cherry, made me a woman, mean shit to her? God!!!! She's so cold, so …frosty. An ice queen! She never cared a thing about me! NEVER! DAMN HER I HATE HER !!!!!

Why doesn't she love me!! Why doesn't she MISS me? We've barely broken up, and she's all out there finding someone else! Like I never meant NOTHING! Doesn't she know it kills me to see her with someone else? Don't I mean ANYTHING to her? God, can't she see I'm dying here, wanting her so much I'm shaking, and she doesn't even care she just finds another fuck toy! WHY DOESN'T SHE WANT ME? WHY WON'T SHE LOVE ME?????

SHE MAKES ME CRAZY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I WANT HER SO MUCH IT HURTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Cordelia sits staring at the journal, feeling more confused, more hurt than before. Stupid book! What good are you? Isn't this supposed to help? Make it better. YOU'RE SO NOT HELPING!!!!!

FRAUD! I'm such a big fat fraud! God, I'm upset because she's dating, and what was I doing? Looking for my arm accessory for the Homecoming Dance! I scream at her for being… a slut, and what am I? The biggest slut going. Selling myself to the first cute guy because I can't take the idea of going to the Homecoming Dance alone. Or not going at all. God, what the hell does a stupid dance matter , anyway? What does any of this crap matter?

I walk around hiding behind some mask, pretending to be this on top of it, in control Queen, thinking I own this school, and maybe this town, just because my daddy's so rich. I think everyone should fawn over me, treat me like a queen, because I'm on top. But does anyone even know me? Want to know me? Does anyone want to be my friend? Really? Or just suck up to me, so they can get special favors or something? God, it's beyond shallow, it's so… phony. All of it, a big mirage. It looks real, but get close and it's all a lie. A LIE! A BIG FAT LIE!!!

Nobody loves me! Nobody really cares about me! Why should they? When have I done anything for anyone without expecting something back? When did I care if something I did hurt someone? When did I ever think of anyone else when I didn't think " what's in it for me?" ? I'm pretty, I'm popular, but what does that mean? What does it matter? It's not real, it's just an illusion, a pretense. I live a pretend life! I don't risk anything, I don't do anything but live in little shell, protecting myself, never letting anyone get close. See me. The real me. God, would anyone even LOVE the real me????????

Cordy stares at the page, her heart feeling like it's being squeezed. Her eyes tear up, and she doesn't even care. It all hurt so much, everything. She realizes how empty her life is, how empty she feels.

She loves me. Tried to love me. And what did I do? WHAT DID I DO? I pushed her away! I made it all hinge on 3 words. Three stupid words that don't mean shit. But I wanted to hear them, had to hear them. Put everything on the line, to hear them. And I lost. Lost it all, because I was stupid. STUPID. STUPID, STUPID So fricking STUPID!

Oh, god! Oh god, oh god I hit her! I punched her! Oh my poor baby, I hurt her! How could I do that? How could I be so awful to her?

She stares at her hand, rubbing it because it still aches.

I'm such a total bitch! God, Is should crawl on my knees to her, kiss her toes, I'm such a slut. I need her so much. I LOVE HER! I so love her. She's so… everything!!!! She makes me feel so special, so loved. I’m a fool, total fool. She's the only one that ever saw me, ME! The me in here trapped in this shell, so wanting to come out. She cares about me. I know she does. I see it in her eyes, everything she does makes me know it. And god, when she takes me, makes me feel so small and yet so loved, I love it! I love when she's in control. I love she makes me hurt, and ache, and love her sooo much. I want her to control me! I want her to make me better! I want HER! I WANT HER!

I NEED HER!

GOD, I LOVE HER SOOO MUCH!

I'm so whipped.

And I love it!

AND I'M STUPID BECAUSE I THREW HER AWAY! I LOST HER, THE BEST THING THAT EVER HAPPENED TO ME!

I’M SO STUPID! SUCH A FOOL! SUCH A BITCHY, SLUTTY NOTHING

WITHOUT HER!

She hates me. She's got to hate me! After what I did, how I humiliated her? I'm such a waste. A total waste!

Dumb ass, dumb ass. That's all I am a stupid, waste of a dumb ass!

And I lost her, God I lost her!

What am I going to do now?

Cordy slams the journal closed, crying hard now. Blinded by tears, she stumbles from her desk and fall on the bed, her heart breaking.

She's lost it all, thrown it away for what she realizes is nothing. It's all nothing. Without Faith, it's all nothing at all

She buries her head in her pillow, sobbing.

2

Faith walks through the cemetery, scanning around, looking for something to kill.

She's pissed, and feeling just a little sorry for herself. Killing a few vampires right now would make her feel a whole lot better.

She rubs her jaw where Cordelia hit her, and winces a little. A small rueful smile tugs at her lips.

Well, dumb ass. You had that coming. Geeze, when are ya gonna learn? Never ever take your eyes off that bitch! She fucking kills ya every time! Shit! She rubs her aching jaw. Man, I'm so taking the wrong training here if cheerleaders can punch like that. Gotta get me a short skirt and pom poms and get really tough!

She chuckles, a little bitterly. Damn, I keep letting her get to me! Why?

She walks through the graveyard, thinking about the vagaries of life. Wondering how a simple date turned into a brawl with an angry, hot headed boxer masquerading as a cheerleader. Damn me, I've never seen her get that mad about anything. Shit, like I care if she gets mad! But damn, why me? And why my jaw? I think that girl's got something against my head! I dunno, she keeps trying to beat on it. God, so glad I …

She stops, puzzled. Did she dump Cordy, or did Cordy dump her? Does it really matter? I mean, they're not together, right? That's the important thing, right?

But it bugs her, and she's got the sneaking suspicion she wasn't the dumper, but the dumpee.

She wonders how she feels about that. She wonders if it matters. That bell's been rung. Can't un-ring it.

She sits down on a grave marker to think about it.

God, why is this bugging me anyway? I mean, the facts are we're not together, right? I'm saying, YAY! I mean, that bitch is one loco chick. God, makes me crazy with her always getting in my face, demanding attention. " Look at me, peasant! I'm talking to you!" God, get real! How lucky am I that she moved on! She's like a fucking shark, gotta keep moving and killing, leaving a trail of debris after her. So lucky it's not me on her current list.

Fucking damned lucky! God, good riddance!

Shit! Why does it bother me then? Who did what? It bothers me. Did she dump me? Why does that make me feel like this? Why do I care? I should be fucking glad. Hallelujah! Free at last, free at last! Thank god Almighty, you fucking saved me from the hell of Cordelia Chase. Don't care how it happened, just that it did!

So, why do I wanna like, puke?

Aw, screw this! Faith stands up, getting ready to patrol more when she feels something brush against her shoulder. Almost like someone tapping her. What the fuck? She instinctively grabs her stake. Damn,prolly Angel playing games with me! She whirls around, grinning.

" I swear, deadboy, on of these days, gonna …." She stops as the words die in her throat. " Oh fuck… Bree?"

Standing behind her, glowing, head cocked and smiling that little grin that Faith swears means she can see right through her, is Bree.

" What the fuck?" Faith backs up, legs feeling weak and shaky. She feels shaky all over. " Ok, don't care what happened in the library. That wasn't real, and neither is this… shit… " Faith stumbles, falling over a gravestone.

Bree comes to her, kneeling by her. She smirks.

" You always were so graceful, Faith. Surprised you haven't staked yourself yet." She laughs." God, what am I gonna do with you, anyway." She shakes her head.

"Get away from me… you… whatever the hell you are," Faith feels a panic she's not accustomed to. " You're not real. I don't believe in this oogly- boogly crap!" She crawls backward from Bree.

" And yet you're all decked out to fight the oogly boogly crap," Bree smiles. " C'mon, Faith, didn't we do this in the library already? Do you know how much energy I gotta use to keep proving this to you?" She seems to float around Faith, finally settling beside her. She leans in, and kisses her cheek. " Not that I'm complaining. God , you're so cute when you're scared." She giggles.

Faith feels like a touch to her cheek, and swats at it."Stop that! Aw fuck, now I'm talking to myself. I'm totally nuts!"

"No argument here," Bree laughs at her. " God, what's a girl gotta do to convince you?" She leans in over the dazed Faith, and resting her hands on Faith's shoulders, lightly but firmly kisses her.

The few times Faith worked up her nerve to get to first base with Bree come rushing back in a glow of warmth that suffuses her body. The soft feel of her lips, the smell of her hair; the total body buzz she got when she kissed Bree. All there, all right there.

" Bree," Faith breathes, lost in the kiss.

" Finally!" Bree smiles." God, you're such a stubborn ass. Always were, Faith Lehane. Guess that's why I adored you so much." She laughs, " You wouldn't leave me alone until I did."

" Bree, what? Why? How?"

" Stop asking questions. Don't have time for it. Just listen for once, Twink."

Twink. God, haven't heard that in… shit, she would use that name. Ok, I loved Twinkies. Sue me! God, she was always teasing me!

" Why should I, Dots?" Faith grins. Teach you! Dots was Faith's pet name for Bree, because of her freckles.

" God, you're such a pain!" Bree makes an impatient noise, standing up." Don't EVEN know why I ever loved you." She stops, almost as if frozen. " Such a lie!" She looks over her shoulder, smiling. " Who could help loving you, Twink?" She laughs merrily. " Always trying to be so hard, so tough. So nobody could see you were just a big old softie." She sighs. " You gotta stop it, Faith. You really do, " Her face, her tone turns serious.

" Stop it?" Faith scrambles to her feet. Somehow, she's accepted the unreality of all this and makes it real. " Don't get you!"

" You gotta stop mourning me honey. You gotta let me go," Bree says, softly." It's time. It's past time."

" How can I let you go? I love you, Bree!" Faith feels like someone hit her with a hammer. " I can't just not love you!"

" I know baby," Bree comes to her." I loved you too. I was just too stupid to see it, admit. God, I loved you!"

" Why do you do that? Say it like it's in the past?"

" Because it is, love. It's all past now. We can't go back, we can't be together. That ships way sailed. We… we just were never meant to be… not here, not now."

" Dammit why?" Faith feels her anger and hurt boil to the surface," Why'd you shove me away? Again?"

" Faith, I was scared. I didn't understand these feelings I had for you…"

" NO, no not that. I get that!" Faith cries out, " Ok, not really, but I'm kinda accepting that. I mean when I died. I was going to the light. I could've been with you. But you shoved me back, away from the light." She looks at her body. " you shoved me back here… why?"

Bree's face is a portrait of sorrow. She finally smiles, but it doesn't relieve sadness.

" Not your time yet, Faith. You've got so much to do yet, so much … you're needed here. Pushing you back was the hardest thing I ever had to do. But I had to…" She comes to Faith, and slips her arms around her. " I wasn't rejecting you,honey," She sighs, leaning her head on Faith's shoulder.

Faith feels like she's wrapped in a very warm, very soft breeze. She tries to hold Bree, but her hands can't touch her.

" I hate this," She says finally. " God, why do I have to do this? What have I got to look forward to here? Fighting and killing monsters til one day I screw up and die? That's the grand plan for me?"

" I can't tell you, Faith," Bree stands back, looking at her. " They won't tell me. I only know it's important. You being here…" She smiles softly. " And you're not alone. Not if you don't want to be. Not if you'll just open your heart again, honey." She touches Faith lightly on the chest." Such a sweet loving heart. So stupid to waste it, Twink."

" Don't know what you mean, " Faith looks away.

" Ah, honey, you know exactly what and WHO I mean," Bree chides her. " Don't try to fool me Faith. Not a dope."

" But…"

" Shhh," Bree presses her finger to her lips. " Don't. I don't need it anymore, baby." She cocks her head, "Ok, maybe the teeniest tiny sliver. That's all I need. The rest? You know who it belongs to… don't you?" She looks into Faith's face. " Don't be a dope, Twink. She loves you back. That I do know. How couldn't she?"

" I love you, Dots," Faith says softly. "I'll always love you."

" Well, of course you will, silly," Bree taps her chest. " but doing this? Shutting her out? You're cheating her, and you. It's so important that you let her in." She leans in and kisses Faith softly. " God, I could get used to that."

Faith feels every kiss she ever had with Bree. And the huge ache that goes with it.

" Now, just stop being such a fool, Twink."

Bree's hand seems to sink into Faith's chest. Faith feels funny, then feels something incredible.

It's as if a glow, a pure white glow suffuses her heart. More, it grows out of her heart, and suffuses her entire being until she surrounded by an intense white light. She doesn't feel a burning, however. Only the most incredible soft warmth she's ever felt.

When glow fades, she's alone. Bree is gone.

" Dots?" Faith looks around her, feeling a panic. " Dots? Where'd you go?"

Faith stands frozen. She's never felt so strange, so wonderful, and so alone at the same time.

" Faith?" A familiar voice calls out from behind her. " Are you ok? You look… lost."

Faith turns around, bewildered and sees Angel standing behind her. She looks at him, seeing the look of concern on his face.

" Are you ok?" Angel repeats, coming towards her." Did something happen?"

It breaks. At that moment, the grief, the pain, the heartache all break out. She starts to shake, eyes scalded by hot tears so long held in. She can't move, she can barely see. All she can do is fall apart.

" Faith!" Angel surrounds her in his arms, holding her. " It's ok, Faith. It's ok."

Faith clings to him, sobbing. She doesn't care about how it looks or whether she's tough enough, or anything.

Right here, right now she's just a young woman with a breaking heart. A heart that needs to be held.

A heart that needs to be healed.

3

Buffy feels nothing. She feels numb.

She stands by the casket that holds Ford's body, and she feels empty.

As if something sucked her feelings, and her life, out of her. Why can't I cry? Why can't I feel something? Anything!

She reaches out, touching the cheek that has the ill concealed scar on it. The mark. A mark cut into his cheek, resembling an inverted cross. Why? Why did someone do that? Was it some kind of joke?

Wrapped in her thoughts, she starts when a hand comes down on her shoulder. She turns to see the face of Billy's Father. He tries to smile at her, but fails miserably.

" I'm glad you're here, Buffy," He says softly, his voice scratchy with grief, " He loved you so much. You made him quite happy… his last…" he trails off, unable to continue.

Unlike Buffy, William Fordham Sr.'s grief is right out there. HE looks pale and gray…something has sucked the life out of him. The death of his only, beloved son. His eyes are shiny, too shiny, filling with tears again. He eyes are red rimmed from crying.

Despite her own emptiness, Buffy can't help but feel empathy for Billy's father . He's lost his wife, now his son. God, the man has nothing….

She takes him in her arms, hugging him. Rubbing his back. Hoping somehow her inadequate gesture can in some small way make it hurt the tiniest bit less.

She breaks the hug, and brushes a tear from her cheek. She squeezes his arm gently, then turns away.

She has nothing to say to him. What could she say to him that would ease his grief? Or her guilt?

I loved him too, Mr. Fordham. Loved him to death. And he loved me. And because of that, he's dead. It’s all my fault, sir. Still happy to see me?

She turns, and starts back to take a seat in the pews. She looks at the faces there, the people here to remember Billy, to bury him, and mourn him, and she can't do it. She can't sit down. As inconspicuously as possible, she makes her way back to the front of the church, and exits, walking down and sitting on the lasts step.

She scrunches over to the side, trying to push herself into the stone, trying to hide.

I don't belong there. I don’t belong anywhere near there. I killed him. I didn't … oh god… but I might as well have. I never should've got him mixed up in it… It's my fault he's dead. God, I wish he'd never met me. He'd be alive now if he just …

She looks up to see Merrick standing before her. He looks grim. She tries to smile up at him, but the corners of her mouth just won't obey her.

" Mr. Merrick, hi," Buffy says quietly. " The ceremony's inside, if you came to give your respects." She turns and looks off down the street.

Merrick lowers himself on the step next to Buffy. " Are you all right?" He asks. Then thinks." Stupid question. Of course you're not all right. Are you…holding up?"

"Do you mean, am I acting crazy and throwing myself across the coffin like I did his body when we found him?" She looks at him, face unreadable. " No, not today. Won't embarrass you, promise."

" Buffy…" Merrick begins.

" Don't, ok? Right now, feeling nothing, ok?" She snaps at him. Then she backs off. " Sorry, just hard… feeling like this…" She sighs, hating all of this. " Did you find anything… about that mark on his face?" She looks at him. " The upside-down cross?"

" The inverted crucifix… yes…" Merrick nods. " I thought I'd recognized it from somewhere, " Merrick pulls out a page, showing it to her.

" What's this?" Buffy looks at page, puzzling over it.

" It's a copy of a page from a Watcher's diary. Evidently there was a creature that used the Inverted crucifix as a 'signature'. His way of marking his victims."

She looks over the page, her brow furrowed. " It's written funny," She says, looking at him.

" It was written in 1780. They were a little flowery then," Merrick comments.

She goes back, soldiering through it. " Angelus?" she says, not looking up." That's it? What's an Angelus?"

" A vampire. Not old in vampires years. Barely 250 years old."

" Yeah, just a kid. Like me."

" Angelus was sired in Ireland, close as we can figure. He and his sometimes paramour, Darla, cut a swath through Europe, spreading death and terror for 150 years. Then, about 100 years ago, he came to America and simply disappeared off the map."

" Oh great, he's dead… well, not walking around dead, but dead dead. " Buffy makes a face. " What good is that to us?"

" There's no indication that he was slain, Buffy. Just that he pretty much went quiet…"

What? He's like whooping it up in some Vampire old age home, drinking Type O and talking about the old days?" She makes a face. " Sorry, just this seems pointless… for all we know, he was dust long ago."

" I thought that too, but after that mark… I did some further digging. There are rumors he's around, up in a town called Sunnydale…"He looks at her out of the corner of his eye.

Sunnydale! That's where mom…

" That's where…we're moving too… Sunnydale," She looks puzzled. " But if he's up there, why did he come down here? What's he doing up there, anyway?"

" Sunnydale is rumored to be sitting on a Hellmouth."

" A what?"

" Hellmouth. A mystical portal to other, demonic dimensions. It's supposed to be a demon magnet, drawing in all sorts of evil to itself. Something about the mystical convergences and influences… sorry, metaphysics isn't a specialty of mine."

" Ok, so, that explains, maybe, why he's there. But why would he come down here?"

" I've been thinking about that, " Merrick replied, " Perhaps he's heard there's a slayer close. Perhaps he's decided to come ' out of retirement' if that's what he's been doing, to take you on."

" Huh?"

" This … what happened? Fits with his MO. He's a very… creative monster. Tending towards a twisted sense of whimsy. I think this maybe be his way of throwing down the gauntlet."

" What?"

" He's challenging you. To come to him, find him. I think," Merrick pauses for dramatic purposes. " he may want to kill you. He wants to slay the Slayer, so to speak."

Buffy sits there, looking out at the street. Her composed expression doesn't reflect the turmoil going on inside her.

Nothing. He died… for nothing. Because some lame-ass vampire with an ego is challenging me to come get him.

HE DIED FOR NOTHING. THAT BASTARD KILLED HIM AS A JOKE! AS A SLAP IN MY FACE!

Buffy wasn't feeling anything. She felt dead, empty inside. Nothing seemed real. It was all at a distance from her.

That isn't true any longer. She felt something now. Very definitely, she felt something now.

Anger. Boiling rage, and something new. Something she hadn't felt before in her young life.

Hatred. Hatred as cold as the artic plain.

All of a sudden, the world faded around her. All she was swirling black and red. That, and Billy's cold dead face when Merrick pulled back the sheet, revealing his face to her. That image, of him lying there dead, white from loss of blood, and the mark on his left cheek, like a sneer, was burning into her brain. Her consciousness.

Almost without realizing it, she's on her feet, and walking.

" Buffy, where are you going?" Merrick is on his feet, following her. " What about the funeral?"

She turns around . Her face is a cold stark mask.

" He's dead, Merrick. There's nothing I can do for him now, " She says, her tone a mixture of rage and a new note of ice. " I can't bring him back. I can't give him back his life. But I can avenge him, Merrick. I can kill the … thing… that murdered him."

" Buffy, wait. Angelus is smart, and deadly. You're not ready for this yet."

" I know that, Merrick. I'm going to go and start getting ready. I'm gonna go train, " She looks him in the eye. " You find out whatever you can about Angelus. His habits, he weaknesses…anything I can use to destroy him."

" Buffy, think about this. Don't go off half cocked!" Merrick pleads with her.

" Done thinking. Time to start doing. Got to get ready." She turns from him. " Get that stuff."

Without looking back, she walks away down the street.

It's just as well. She wouldn't have understood what she saw.

Merrick smiling broadly in triumph.

Loaded, cocked…, he thinks to himself,… now, just when to pull the trigger…

Turning around, he heads towards the church.

To be continued.
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