This is a sequel to "You Are My Sunshine." However, this may also be read as a standalone. Enjoy!
A few of you have expressed confusion when it came to the closing of "You Are My Sunshine." I am sorry that I have not responded with a PM. If you still have questions, please don't hesitate to ask!
Disclaimer: I do not own Gakuen Alice.
Chapter One: Of Pretzels and Cupcakes
"I want food."
"Then eat food."
The brown-haired girl sniffed indignantly. Reaching into a paper box, she fiddled with a plastic bag and blinked, a sneaky grin creeping onto her features. Stretching her hand into the sack, she snagged several pretzels.
Seeing something in her hand, Benji immediately dropped his bottom to the ground. Staring up imploringly, she glanced at her currently-occupied human friend before tossing the dog a pretzel. Turning away abruptly, she leans against the counter and pretends to absentmindedly stare at another pretzel. Tossing this to the resident dog again, the girl's friend catches her snickers just as Benji swallows his second snack.
"Mikan! Hey!" She cries, dashing towards the poor dog.
Startled and confused, he zipped into his crate.
Mikan grinned at the dark-haired girl, dropping another pretzel in front of the small dog. He stepped out cautiously, eagerness highlighting his chocolate eyes.
This time, however, the lean girl bends down swiftly, snatching the pretzel from the ground.
"Aww, come on, Hikaru!" Mikan moped, "Just a treat!"
Large green eyes ablaze, Hikaru glared at the childish brunette. "It's bad for him."
Turning around, the Hikaru proceeded to throw the saliva-coated pretzels away.
Mikan frowned ridiculously and stepped forward to drop another pretzel in front of the confused dog.
Once again, he watches stupidly as it disappeared before his very eyes. It was all the brunette could do, to not gush at the perplexed expression upon his muzzle.
Hikaru coughed in annoyance.
Valuing her wellbeing, Mikan scurried behind the counter, finding refuge behind the stove and an unwashed pan.
"Don't give him anymore! It's bad for him!" Hikaru glared at her again. "You're so stupid. And to think that you're older than me…"
Hikaru eing Hikaru, however, the emerald-eyed girl evidently wouldn't be able to hold that frown for much longer. Each one of them knew how much she loved that dog, and despite his small size, his capacity to love was unbelievable. Hikaru, in turn, found it equally irresistible to spoil him.
"You two are too loud. I can hear you dummies from downstairs."
Hikaru and Mikan looked up simultaneously, Benji momentarily forgotten. Sheepish looks evident on their faces, they mumbled, "Sorry Hotaru."
Glancing at one another, the two girls chorused instantaneously, "She started it!"
"No, Hikaru started it!"
"Mikan started it!"
"Did not!"
"Did to!"
"Did not!"
"Did—"
"Enough. It does not matter who started it. Just be quiet. And do something about that messy furball." With that, the amethyst-eyed girl was gone.
Blinking for a few seconds, Mikan stepped forward. Eyes twinkling, she tilted her head towards the semi-forgotten dog.
Quick on her feet, Hikaru giggled as she spun around before dashing towards the opening of Benji's crate.
Pouting, Mikan turns back to her former safe haven behind the counter. "No fair!"
As several minutes pass, Hikaru visibly relaxed. Somewhat satisfied that the brunette wouldn't ruin the dog's health, the dark-haired girl turned to discard of the snacks.
And once again, Mikan attempted to spoil Benji.
Spinning on her heel, she grinned, "Hey! I'm giving it to him! Can you get any stupider?" She holds the broken pieces of pretzels out.
Disbelief evident on Mikan's face, she dashed towards the door of the kitchen and stood there, mimicking the look of a timid rabbit.
Passing by the dog, she quickly dropped a pretzel through the cracks of Benji's cage.
In stocking-covered feet, Hikaru's slim figure hurried back to the dog.
She hopped in front of his cage. "No! Benji! Leave it," she said firmly.
Mikan, on the other hand, attempted to cheer him on. "Hurry up! Eat it, boy!"
"Leave it, boy! Leave it!"
Quickly snatching the salty pretzel in his mouth, Benji swallowed it right as Hikaru sticks her hand into the cage.
Mikan grinned as he licked his whiskers, chocolaty orbs staring gazing his owners innocently.
"Good boy, good boy!" Mikan smiled, laughter stretching her eyes.
Shooting one last glance at the white dog, she hurried away, down the hall.
Unable to hold in her laughter, Hikaru allowed a few chortles to escape as well. Blowing a quick kiss towards the dog, she slid down the hall behind Mikan.
The said brunette turned into her studio room as the now-cheerful Hikaru skipped up the stairs with her straight, dark hair flipping behind her.
Directing her attention towards the desktop sitting before her, Mikan settles down comfortably against a wooden chair, turning her gaze towards the closed window. Flicking the blinds upward, the glass revealed a rainy afternoon and half-grown flowers that desperately begged for growth. In certain areas, the wet driveway was covered in overgrown moss.
The lone tree sitting in the center sprouts bare branches that were sure to boast beautiful, mulberry leaves within several weeks. Surrounded by tangled vines the tree sat proudly within a brick circle-wall, secluded in its own world of leafy foliage and greeneries.
A silver Lexus obscured half of the tree from view.
Rain pelting against the car's window shields, it looked anything but flashy.
A clipped scream sounded from above.
Disregarding them, Mikan opened a Word document and began typing away, outlining the ideas to her latest essay painstakingly slowly.
Momentarily forgetting the task at hand, she closes her eyes, heart contracting. It's been six months… I—… Drifting away to a distant land, something intangible nipped at the nape of her neck.
Longing.
From her room, Hikaru yelped again. This time, her cries were accompanied by short staccatos of "Ants! Ants! Mikan! Ants!"
Snapping back to the present, the brunette shook her head. Absentmindedly, she turned her head, eyes never leaving the screen. "Hmmm?"
Taking the brunette's response as a sign of encouragement for her to go on, Hikaru coughs and continues her cries. "There are ants on my wall! Oh my gosh, there are ants on my wall! Help! Please Mikan!"
An eyebrow quirked, Mikan's hand nudged the wired mouse on the desk. As she half-listened to the younger girl's high-pitched squawks, she opened a Google Chrome browser.
"Mikan!"
"One moment," Mikan murmured, eyes scanning the screen. Herself being scared of ants, she had quickly typed in 'homemade ant killer' via Google Search. Disliking the endless list of ideas listed on a random page of Pinterest, she skipped to WikiHow. Taking one look at the white-and-green logo, the brunette's mouth twitched as a large How to Kill Ants without Pesticides in bold took over a third of the screen.
"Hey, can't you just ask Takashi?" she asked.
"What? No! That guy will tease me to no end! Can't you please just help me?" Her shrieks echoed throughout the house.
Mikan teateasedses, "To shy? Or lazy? He's just a few steps away from you. But fine, one moment!"
"He's not home! Shut up."
A banging made itself known. "Can't you two dollydonkers just be quiet for even five minutes? Unless you want me to magically lower your grades, I suggest you two to shut up."
How Hotaru managed to install speakers throughout the house remained a mystery to the rest of the inhabitants under the same roof.
"Sorry Hotaru!"
When you open your cabinets and see ants swarming your spilled sugar, it might be tempting to use strong chemicals to take them all out as soon as possible.
Gross.
"Mikan!" Hikaru's voice sounded nearly desperate now. "I killed some but… Are you trying to…?"
Unable to catch her next phrase, Mikan quickly scans through the list.
Use dish soap and water. Fill a water bottle with one part dish soap and two parts water, then shake it up to mix the solution thoroughly. When you see a line of ants (or just one ant, for that matter) spray the mixture over them. They'll immediately halt and suffocate. Wipe up the dead ants with a wet cloth, and keep the spray bottle around for next time.
Mikan read through the rest of the page slowly. Try vinegar and water. Gross again. Reeling back up, she hummed, "Hey, use dish soap and water."
"What?"
"Soap! Soap and water."
"Okay!" She called down the stairs, "One moment!"
Make a lemon juice solution. Thanks but no thanks, Wiki.
Sprinkle diatomaceous earth inside the house."What the heck is that?" Mikan muttered under her breath. Hoping that no one was spying on her, she attempted to pull off the word, "'Die-a-toe-may-sheesh.' 'Ditto-malicious.' Geez, nope. Doesn't work."
"So soap and water?"
Tackling an itch on her neck, Mikan turned her head slightly before pushing off of her chair. "Yeah, soap and water."
As the agitated girl ran down the stairs two at a time, Mikan ambled down the hall. Hearing the latter pull open cabinets and running water, she said, "Using Benji's spray bottle?"
Mikan turned into the kitchen, nodding with a simple "Yeah sure," as she watched the green-eyed girl screw the cap to the see-through bottle of bubbly pink soap.
Hikaru shook the bottle and jogged back up the stairs with Mikan close behind. Reaching the top of the stairs, the pair took a sharp turn to the left and entered her room. As Mikan surveyed the light green walls, nothing seemed particularly off.
"Next to the toilet," Hikaru explained as she stepped into her bathroom cautiously and peaked at the floor and walls.
Shaking stray strands of hair out of the way, my gaze lingers on a pile of clothes lying on a nearby chair, a laugh escapes me.
Stepping behind her, Mikan glanced around. Staring up the beige walls, there was no evident sign of critter life.
Hikaru gave the bottle a few sprays and turns to looked at her friend. "I already killed some of them."
Glancing at her reflection in the mirror, Mikan grinned at the lean girl. The brunette grabbed the bottle and scrutinized the sink. Peering down, she wondered aloud, "Is that an ant?"
Hikaru shrieked quietly as she follows Mikan's gaze, tilting her head to the side. "I think so. Wait," She lwaned forward and squinted, "No. It's not." Her large eyes danced with laughter as she sees Mikan raise the foamy bottle.
"Yes it's an ant! It's an ant!" Mikan blinked continuously into the sink, gaze never leaving the black speck.
The large pair of viridescent eyes twinkled before the owner burst into a fit of laughter, "No it's not."
Mikan gave her a lopsided beam and sprayed the black speck anyway.
"That's," Hikaru hiccupped, laughter shaking her body, "Just a piece of paper!"
Once again, Mikan just shrugged and looked up at her reflection. Disliking what she saw, the brunette turned away.
"Oh well." Shooting her friend another Cheshire-cat grin, Mikan dropped the bottle and patted Hikaru's head. "Well, have fun. I should go study now. Serina's going to kill me if I don't get those bloody essays turned in."
Dressed in a set of loose-fitting lime-colored clothes, Hikaru held the bottle close, and returned Mikan's smile. Mouth turning up into a wide, angelic beam, Hikaru engulfed the brunette in a hug. "Thank you, Mikan! You're the best! And show that Jin-head who's boss!"
Turning to leave, Mikan rolled her eyes and nodded. "Sure thing, kid."
Stepping out of the bedroom, Mikan shot a quick glance towards the direction of another friend's room. Shaking her head, she smiled to herself in consolation. Descending the stairs, she settled comfortably into the wooden chair once again.
"How long will it be?"
Out of habit, Mikan puckered her lips and shrugged. "It'll be of let's say – appropriate length." She had abandoned her earlier resolve of typing her drafts into the computer and had since busied herself to drafting on notebook paper.
Cocking her head to the side, Hikaru quipped, "So it won't be short?"
"Nope."
"What is it about?"
Mikan paused before considering her answer. A distant dash of remorse tinting her voice, she said, "'You don't know what you've got till it's gone.' Now, don't you have homework to do?"
Sitting atop her feet, Hikaru's eyes widened impossibly, ignoring Mikan's question. "Ooooh," she said, stretching her o vowel uncannily. Blinking in confusion, she wondered aloud, "What exactly is it about?"
Mikan shrugged hesitantly. "Experiences, observations, and anything else of the like. Whether or not I agree with it, and well, yeah."
"Is it a quote?"
"Joni Mitchell." The answer was short, automatic, and careful.
Knowing not to overstep the boundary, Hikaru eventually deviated towards the main reason she came. "Can you make the cake thingy?"
Eyes glued to her leaden pencil, Mikan continued penning. "What ca—Oh that cake. Sure."
Hikaru nodded eagerly, her elatedness spreading into her eyes. "We can share it with Hotaru and Takashi! He called earlier and said that he would be back within half an hour." Hikaru wrinkled her nose. "Except he didn't take the car… so maybe he grew magical powers and can now fly. But whatever," She continued babbling, "The point is, I want the four of us to share!"
What a sweet kid. "Sure. But I'll put some Nutella so it won't be so bitter."
Hikaru's forehead creases, playing with the ends of her hair. Initial frown turning upside down, she grinned, "Okay!"
Mikan breathed into a smile. "Alright. Later?"
Wilting slightly, the emerald-eyed girl blinked dejectedly.
"I need to finish this," Mikan added, unable to withstand her friend's pout. Quickly glancing at the time, it read 3:02. "Next hour?"
Bursting into a smile, Hikaru grinned and for a split second, wraps the brunette in a gaze filled with both admiration and love. To Mikan, the gaze was one of familiarity and foreignism.
"Fine," She beams, stretching out the long i sound.
After jotting in a few phrases, Mikan twisted around and stared into her friend's large, hopeful eyes. Gesturing towards the white mug in her hands, Mikan asks, "What's that?"
Eyes twinkling, Hikaru continues clinking a spoon against her mug. "Nothing."
"Really?"
With a light laugh, she answered, "It's just water."
Mikan snorted disbelievingly.
"Really!"
The raven-headed girl hopped off her initial spot on the squeaky bench and in one leap, reached Mikan's place on the wooden chair.
In a teasing voice, Mikan grins, "You could make hot chocolate, you know."
The girl dismissed Mikan's thought with a faint shake of her head. She held the cup up to the brunette's nose.
Mikan blinked. Seeing the clear substance and a flowery spoon, a laugh highlights her features. Water.
Swirling the spoon in her cup, Hikaru's large eyes blinked innocently as she bounded away.
"Always so happy and innocent," Mikan murmured under her breath.
Within several minutes, another interruption wracked the brunette's attention
The creak of the floorboard and the sound of someone breathing caused her to turn from her seat.
Making no move to rise from her chair, a welcoming smile tugged at Mikan's lips. "Hey."
The figure leaned lazily against the door frame crossed his arms. His steel-blue hair was combed neatly behind his ears. "'Hey' yourself, Duck." He nods towards Mikan's desk. "How's that paper coming along?"
Mikan glanced down at her pages. "Eh, it's alright." Scratching her head meekly, she kept her gaze on the paper.
"Stuck?"
"I'm running out of ideas. The stupid draft didn't help either."
A deep chuckle rumbled from behind.
"Shut up Takashi. I'm trying to focus."
"That's a lie, Fishy."
"Stop calling me Fishy; wasn't it Ducky?" Mikan scowled before stabbing the innocent pencil with an annoyed thumb.
"Hm, someone is touchy today. It's the time of the month, isn't it?" Takashi's voice is teasing, but Mikan's scowl still hasn't worn off.
Chewing on the insides of her lip, she growled, "And I am not on my period."
"I didn't say you were." The dark-haired teenager strode up behind the brunette.
"Go away."
"Why?"
"I'm busy."
Both hands grasped against his chest, Takashi gasped mockingly. "That is not how you treat your elderly!"
Mikan snorted, paying her housemate no mind. "You're not even two years older. Big deal."
"It is a big deal!" He gasped, grey eyes clouding with indignity. "During those many months, a woman could get pregnant and have a healthy baby."
Mikan scowled, "Takashi!"
"Loosen up, kiddo."
"Just shut up."
"Geez, it really must be that time of the month," He muttered. "You're no fun."
Mikan's gaze suddenly lit up. She pushed back ecstatically from her chair and beamed at the perplexed man behind her. "You gave me a wonderful idea."
Takashi raised an eyebrow, "Huh?"
"Yeah. Now get out of here before I kindly request Hotaru to decapitate you."
"Nah, she loves me too much."
Rolling her eyes, Mikan waved her hand dismissively. "While you continue dreaming, I still have Wednesday's assignment to complete. Now shoo!"
Soon enough, Takashi was shoved out of the room, a grin stretching his features and a jaunty tune upon his lips.
After an hour had ticked pass, a bouncy sixteen-year-old returned, a benevolent smile upon her face. Catching sight of the scattered sheets of paper before Mikan, she blinked. "Wow, that's long."
The brunette shushed her. "It's not done yet; you can't read it."
Hikaru pouted. Eyes lighting up suddenly, she remarked, "There's a woman with a babeh!"
Mikan laughed at the girl's purposeful drawl as she twists to the left in her seat. Sure enough, a woman in a neon green raincoat was jogging slowly up the street, a baby slung across her chest. Hikaru chortled as the brunette shamelessly joined in.
Wordlessly, Hikaru disappeared. A few moments later, she returned, effervescent as ever.
"Okay. Now it's cake time!" The energetic girl bounded up to Mikan's wooden desk a second time.
"Have you ever been told that you are incredibly distracting?" The clock read 3:49. "It hasn't been an hour yet."
"So one more second?"
The brunette pulled her mouth into a long mock frown. "4:00, Roo."
"Oh eleven minutes?"
Mikan nodded distractedly. "Yeah, sure. Twenty-six minutes would be better of course..." she trailed off.
"Okay!"
Without another word, Hikaru was gone.
Mikan shook her head and returned to her not-even-nearly-finished paper.
Pausing, her fingers strayed from her messy handwriting. Fumbling with an orange folder, she pulled a blank sheet of paper from its insides and folded it in half.
Jumping at the sudden ring of her cellphone, she glanced at the unfamiliar Caller ID, her eyebrows furrowed and contemplates on ignoring it. Deciding that someone it was merely a wrong number, she picked up a pencil, shook her head clear of unwelcome thoughts, and continued writing.
At a quarter past four, Hikuru discreetly stepped into the room.
Hearing her silent feet, Mikan quickly shoves her unfinished drawing under the keyboard. Looking up, she says, "Coming, coming. Give me one more minute."
Voicing her actions aloud, Hikaru grinned, "Smiles."
At 4:16, the impatient teenager finally dragged Mikan to the kitchen.
As the two girls stood around the kitchen, Mikan absentmindedly asked if Hikaru would prefer to bake the cake herself.
She shook her head quickly. "Why else would I be bugging you so much?"
"Because it's Saturday and apparently, you do not have classes or homework. Now, Colorful or tin?"
"I needed a break, mom," she mocked. "I've got a plan, don't worry about my schoolwork."
Mikan flicked the oven on preheat. "Mmmhm."
She stepped into the pantry, mixing bowl in one hand. Hikaru watched intently as she leaned against the counter.
Content, she asked, "Will it be like the one you made when I was sick?"
Unscrewing the lid to a jar of sugar, Mikan asked herself the same question. "Hm, I don't know. Might be bitter," she said, grinning lopsidedly.
"Aww," Hikaru pouted, "But don't put syrup okay?"
It was the brunette's turn to pull a face. "Yeah, syrup's disgusting." In this cake anyway.
Pressing the cap back onto the container of unsweetened cocoa, fine granules of baking powder found its way into the batter.
"That's a lot of sugar," Hikaru remarked.
"Unless you want a bitter chocolate cake," Mikan teased as she sprinkled more sugar into the mixture.
Wrinkling her nose in distaste, Hikaru turned and stood in front of the sink. "Only put a tiny bit of Nutella, okay?"
"Sure," the brunette replied idly.
Bouncing up and down like a puppy, Hikaru grinned toothily, "Two eggs?"
"Yup. Maybe even three."
Hikaru turned away from the fridge with the leftover milk in one hand and eggs in the other. Reaching forward, she removed the bottle of vanilla from a compartment and shut the black refrigerator door.
"Vanilla extract too?" Hikaru asked curiously, large verdant eyes sparkling.
"Yep. As always, dummy."
"Hey, I didn't know! Besides, the one you made with last time was disgusting. Oh, and," she added, "We're running out of food. You have to go shopping."
"I'm not the caretaker of the family; you can go. Besides, my masterpiece wasn't disgusting! I was just experimenting." Truth be told, it was disgusting, and both girls knew it.
Mikan dropped the last of the milk and a several teaspons of vanilla into the bowl. "Mix it?" she inquired, head tilted towards her friend.
Hikaru nodded eagerly, clearly happy. She kept her gaze on the cake batter before breaking the silence. "It looks like meat," she stated matter-of-factly.
Mikan peered into the bowl. Sure enough, the flour mixture and egg yolk created a rather unpleasant brown-ish color.
"Yeah it does," she laughed. "Hurry up Kangaroo, the oven is waiting."
"Are you going to put salt?"
Mikan blinked. Making 'hm' sound in the back of my throat, she agreed. "Thanks for reminding me."
"Hey Roo," The older girl peers over her friend's shoulder, "You done yet?"
She nodded and steps aside. "Yep."
Dipping one finger into the batter, Mikan muttered, "Not sweet enough."
"You were the one who mixed it."
"You try it."
Unsure, Hikaru complied. "It's okay…" Turning on the faucet, she rinsed her mouth, disliking the thought of uncooked egg whites roaming her intestines.
Stepping back into the emptying, Mikan removed the container of hazelnut spread from a shelf. Sticking a spoon into the nearly-empty container, she stingily scooped up a third of what was left.
As the sticky substance slid resistantly into the clear bowl, Hikaru made a face. "How much did you put?"
"Not much."
"Okay... It better not be too sweet."
Nonsense! "It won't," Mikan assured her, tucking her brown hair behind her ears.
Sticking another finger into the batter, Mikan tasted it again. "I think this'll work."
Thin lips stretching wide, Hikaru prompted the older girl to hurry up and bake the batter already.
Somewhere down the hall, in his own study, Mikan heard Takashi chatting his life away on the phone.
She shook her head and shuffled towards the oven.
Hotaru entered the kitchen in a black top and sweat pants. Clear goggles sitting atop her head, she took one look at the muffin tin in the brunette's hands.
"What are you idiots making?" she asked calmly.
Behind the brunette, Hikaru mutters a muffled, "Something."
Mikan shrugged and says, "Nothing much."
As soon as the muffins slid into the oven, she leaned against the back door absentmindedly. Turning her head, she peeked out the window before proceeding her habitual staring at the oven. Fetching her notebook, she returned, and sat herself on the wooden floor.
The warmth emanating from the oven reminded her of the autumn sun dipping below the horizon. Fifteen minutes came and left as memories to clouded her vision, pushing her to write something.
Unwilling to be distracted, the brunette silently listened to her friends' conversation… If one could even call nonsensical chatter a 'conversation.'
Twenty-five minutes later, twelve warm chocolate cupcakes sit snugly against one another on a paper plate.
"I will take Takashi's cakes."
"Geez, I'm here. I'm here. No need to steal my portion of that delicious smelling ccupcake, Imai," the silver-eyed lad joked.
Feeling something alien tug at her heart, Mikan frowned at herself. Refusing to meet Takashi's gaze, she glanced at her best friend. "We wanted something sweet," she shrugged simply.
Hikaru beamed cheekily as she pops a bite of muffin into her mouth. Eyes shining, she mumbled in pleasure, "Zish ish ood."
Mikan grabbed a cupcake. "Hotaru, Takashi, enjoy!"
With that, the brunette ducked down the hallway and disappeared.
"Well, stay and jabber all you want," Hotaru said, "I have my work to do." Swiping another chocolate cupcake from the plate, she nodded curtly at the remaining duo and took her leave. She shut the door behind her and descended into the basement.
"Seriously?"
Hikaru leaned against the counter, still clad in her earlier outfit of green. "What's wrong with Mikan?"
Takashi shrugged in his blue t-shirt. "Pass me a cupcake."
"By taking this cupcake, you promise to tell me about Mikan."
Accepting the brown cake held out to him, he muttered, "Yeah, sure. Whatever you insist." Turning to leave, "Is that all you have to ask? It may be Saturday tomorrow, but we still have to study tonight."
"Wait, Takashi."
The male paused in his footsteps, acknowledging that he was listening.
"Before all this, did you know her?" She ventured forth cautiously, not wanting to broach too much upon the evidently sensitive subject.
"Know her?"
"Before all this," an exasperated sigh escapes her lips, "Before Uni, were you and Mikan friends?"
"I…" He inhaled, "Ah, how to explain this," He shook his head. "Never mind." Shaking his head again, as if to convince himself, he replies, "Not quite."
"What do you know about her?"
He shrugged stiffly. "More than what you know from these past six months."
"Five-and-a-half," she corrected.
Not allowing Hikaru to continue, he cut her off, his silver eyes unreadable. "I need to go. Go do whatever you have to do."
Hikaru was left standing in the kitchen, clutching a half-eaten cupcake, blinking confusedly.
A/N: I'M BACK! Yes, I have rebooted Of Vanilla and Sandalwood. From here on out, I can be expected to update monthly; once spring rolls around, however, I may be able to update more often.
Much gratitude to all of you who accepted my semi-hiatus without much complaint and yoda-yoda-this, yoda-yoda-that. Reviews are truly appreciated! Consider leaving one? ;)
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