Hello all - so sorry for the delay. I was hoping to get this out so much earlier but the mostly finished version was deleted because of my stupidity :/ I was saving it as an email draft highlighted it to move it then replaced it all with an 'c.' Autosaved before I could undo it :(((( Worst day ever!

So this was rewritten from sections of drafts that I had - it took me longer because I also got married and that was a big time sink ;) but now I am all wedded and this baby is ready to be published.

I am super excited about it to be done so there might be some grammer errors, please just ignore them!

Thank you all for the support and I hope you enjoy it!


Cavalier

Chapter 3


Sakura picked moodily at her pork bun. Pilling a piece of the breading between her fingers before tossing it towards the trees; channeling enough chakra that it crossed the twenty feet to bounce against a trunk. She let out a grunt as a squirrel scrambled down the tree after the morsel.

Three weeks had passed before Sakura realized. The days had passed the same as the first. - just a swift kick and a "Get up." Then she and Madara would cross the village to the wall to begin work, breaking by late afternoon.

She had managed to get down to the shrine a couple of more times that first week, only to find nothing to help her. The last time however Madara had caught her, dragging her up the stairs he forbid her from going back. The next night when she snuck down after everyone was asleep the door was bolted shut.

Sakura's exploration of the village proved to be unhelpful. Beyond a tavern, on trading post, and stalls that farmers from the surrounding area would sometime fill up there wasn't anything else. No library, no central records, no where she could go to even begin research. The Uchiha compound was even less helpful, though for not lacking potential. Unlike when she wandered around the village here there were dark eyes around every corner each more suspicious than the next.

So far Sakura had been stuck here exactly 22 days and so was no closer in figuring out how to get home than she was in that first minute being here. However she was gaining lots of upper arm strength.

Depressed, Sakura watched as another squirrel bolted out of a neighboring tree to tackle the first one. They shrieked at each other as they fought over the small morsel. Pilling another piece of the breading she threw it at the squirrels. They ignored it and continued fighting scrambling over each other in an attempt to get ahead. Shaking her head at their ridiculous actions she turned her head to look at the group of men sitting around her.

How she didn't notice the first day she met them, Sakura didn't know. Though the ninja way of life often attracted the odd sort of people, these men could not categorized as anything other than... shady.

The man closest to her was currently flexing showing off an old tattoo and scar that ran underneath it across his abdomen. The men around him listen to his story (which Sakura was sure was greatly exaggerated) in rapt attention. The 'magic' was broken when another man sitting in a nearby group made an off color comment on how the scar was done when the man fucked his own mother. The man stopped flexing and in a moment had pulled the other up by the front on his shirt. Without pause he began hitting the taunter in the face.

Sakura wrinkled her nose in distaste, she could not see how so many of those men could owe their allegiance to men like Saitama and Hashirama. Madara she could slightly believe - you must have a bad personality match him.

Saitama had told her that he and his men had worked for a drug lord. However with the alliance of the Uchiha and Senju clan the demand for mercenaries went sideways. He told her a colorful story of how their boss lost his money and got killed when his debtors wanted to cash in. With no direction they had agreed to join the village after Hashirama's invitation.

Deciding she was done with her lunch she tossed the rest into the trees and stood up. They had separated the tattooed man and commentator though now their friends were beginning to posture. It was clear another fight would break out soon. The ninja profession was still male dominated even in her time, but it didn't change her annoyance at their attitude. She supposed that is why so many women went into the Medic core to get away from all the testosterone.

Walking slowly towards the wall she spotted Hashirama, Saitama and Madara clustered together in conversation. Though Sakura wanted to go over and talk to Hashirama and Saitama - to have a civilized conversation - Madara was there. It seemed he couldn't open his mouth to say more than two words when she was around. Their expressions were serious, so whatever they were talking about was probably important. Hashirama and Saitama probably wouldn't appreciate their third member suddenly not contributing.

Just as Sakura was about to pass them Hashirama looked up and spotted her. Raising his arm he beckoned her over. Madara half turned to see who Hashirama had gestured to and he frowned once he saw it was her. Hesitating for a moment Sakura wondered if she disrupt them, but Hashirama wanted to talk to her. Steeling herself to her decision she started for the group (who cared about Madara and what he wanted anyways). Joining the circle Saitama nodded in greeting as he continued talking.

"Who are we going to send to talk to convince the Daimyo to follow this plan? - Which I must say won't work, he has three clans servicing the courts - the Akimichi, Yamanaka, Nara - the stories from the capitol makes it sound like there is a blood bath almost every day. What would want to make him take a treaty with a village of Ninja clans?"

Hashirama left the question unanswered and instead looked pointedly over to Madara. It took a moment for him to notice the look then he comically lifted his hands defensively as if he could push off the suggestion. "No, no way not me."

"Com'on." Hashirama begged in a manner that was in no way authoritative. Sakura remembered that Sasuke said that Hashirama had an unprofessional personality. Now interacting with him for a whole week she realized that it was an understatement. How was this man the most powerful ninja ever?

"No." Madara said firmly.

"This is our dream. Your idea!" Hashirama began gesturing with his hands enthusiastically. "One of us needs to go and I definitely can't go." Madara raised a questioning eyebrow at that.

Hashirama remained quiet and everyone looked questioningly at the Senju. Dropping his shoulders into a pout, Hashirama spilled. "I may have accidentally ruined a royal hunt."

"Ruined a royal hunt?" Saitama echoed questioningly.

"They really should label royal woods much better if they are so concerned about it. Who can tell how one part of the forest is more special than the other." Hashirama protested. "Not like you can tell, a tree's a tree."

Sakura raised an eyebrow in disbelief. He was a wood user - she thought he would have a little more respect for his craft.

"Why did you call her into this?" Madara asked, clearly redirecting his frustration. Sakura opened her mouth to voice back a retort but Hashirama spoke up.

"She is going."

"I am? Why?" Sakura asked, not expecting him to say that.

"Yes, you said you were a healer."

"Well... yes... but-" Sakura was confused just last week Hashirama made it clear that he didn't want her anywhere near his people in case she pulled a trojan horse.

"We need a healer to go - you are a healer. You wanted duties closer to your skills - this is a perfect mission." Sakura almost felt proud that Hashirama was assigning such an important mission to her but something nagged in the back of her mind, dampening that feeling.

"He mean expendable." Madara cut in quickly, voicing exactly what she was thinking. "Who else are you planning to send on this mission? I for one do not need a healer, especially one with her skills."

"Should I take that to mean I am overqualified?" Sakura snapped.

"You can take that anyway you want." Madara replied calmly not looking at her. "Nothing I can say can change the mind of someone who is deluded with themselves."

Sakura shot Madara a death glare that she hoped would kill him, except he ignored her. Saitama and Hashirama exchanged a look with each other that Sakura didn't quite catch, but she was fairly sure was a look of exasperation.

"I will send my great uncle Jin as a representative from the Senju clan." Started Hashirama, now much more dignified. "I was going to ask the Aburame clan to send someone, and if you can pick someone from the Uchiha elders that would be good. I don't want to send too many able bodied men. I don't want the Daimyo to think we want war - just an alliance. You can go as a bodyguard and try and recruit the Akimichi, Yamanaka, and Nara clans to join us."

Madara groaned.

"What exactly would be the purpose of an alliance with the Daimyo?" Sakura asked wondering what she was getting herself assigned to. Not that she would waste the opportunity - the capital definately would have more resources in the form of books and libraries.

"We are tapped out." Madara answered directly.

"What?" Sakura eyes widened as she looked up into Madara's face.

"The village is broke. We have a few missions but there is not enough to support everyone here. Everyone has pooled their money but we will probably only last three more months before we run out. If we can get a more permanent job, requests, to come from the king then we might be able to ride this out." It was the first time Madara seemed so serious and calm with her, his words not colored by his anger or his prejudice against her.

"Are you getting less jobs that you were?" Sakura asked, unsure if this was the right answer. She knew that the village did provide services to the Daimyo but when she ran numbers any one of the times Tsunade had been too drunk or hungover, it was only ever at thirty percent of their income.

"Yes," Hashirama cut in. "We had been getting a fair number of jobs and subsequently spending all the money we made by fighting each other. But since the alliance started a lot of our patrons have stopped coming. I think they are unsure what to make of the village exactly."

Saitama nodded in agreement. "It is something new. People don't trust what they don't understand."

"So you think that getting this, contract of sorts, will help getting out of this slump?" Sakura asked raising a questioning eyebrow.

"Yes, and no." Hashirama started looking to Madara, "It is a start but really we would be making a fraction of what we would, but if we are to succeed we need more than just the Senju and Uchiha clan."

"Ooooh!" Sakura dragged out, turning her head slowly to look at Madara as the plan clicked. She knew that in the area there were only a handful of strong Ninja clans. Some of the smaller, poorer, ones had joined the village already, but it left the Hyuuga and Capital clans in direct competition for jobs. The Uchiha had a similar, if not bigger, grudge with the Hyuuga as with the Senju.

The capital clans however, relied on the Daimyo and the trickle down to make money. Madara wanted to undercut the fees of the Capital clans, while pushing the clans to join the village. It was almost a textbook scenario of the prisoner's they both held out then life would continue as it had, but if either one folded the village would take benefit and be one step closer to a monopoly.

It was manipulative, and she was sure Madara had come up with it.

"I'm surprised that you figured it out." Madara said and looked over to Hashirama, "I will ask Enzo to come along."

If Madara was going to add more he was interrupted by Hashirama who had paled considerably. "Enzo, your great uncle Enzo?"

"Yes."

"If Jin goes- they-" Hashirama stammered, "you know about their... history?" Sakura could tell that there was a story there but now wasn't the time to probe.

Madara scoffed. "Don't worry he can't barely get across the room to take a shit, much less pick a fight." Hashirama let out a big laugh, Saitama shook his head, and Sakura glared at Madara on principle.

"Fine," continued Madara, "Tell your people and the Aburame to meet me tomorrow morning in the square. We need to leave early if we want to make it to the capitol in two days." With that Madara turned squarely on his heel and started stomping off towards what Sakura assumed to be the Uchiha compound. Hashirama gave her a roguish smile and Saitama simply shrugged. Bidding the two goodbye Sakura jogged to catch up with Madara. She knew that now was the time to bite the bullet if this mission was going to go smoothly for her.

"Wait," Sakura started as she grabbed onto his arm and turned him forcefully to face her. Madara sighed and crossed his arms.

"What? I have stuff to prepare before we leave, I don't need to waste time with your fueling your ego." Sakura wanted to glare at him but instead crossed her arms tightly across her chest and counted back in her head from ten. Extending this peace offering would mean nothing if she was angry.

"I'm sorry." She said quietly after reaching one.

Madara said nothing and just started down his nose at her.

"I said I am sorry... for being rude, I guess." after a pause she added truthfully. "It wasn't exactly called for."

Madara still said nothing and just kept still as a statue. After a couple minutes passed and Madara didn't accept her apology, Sakura felt a vein in her forehead throb.

"Now it's your turn to apologize." Sakura prompted through clenched teeth.

"For what, I didn't do anything wrong to you." Madara said simply and turned, continued walking.

"Jackass." Sakura muttered behind his back.

Raising his hand, Madara gave her a small wave telling her that he had heard. Mentally wincing Sakura trudged behind him slowly. That had not gone as well as she had hoped. When ever she took one step to try and improve things with Madara one thing or the other would end up with her taking two steps back.

Now she needed to ask Yuna for extra clothes. That would be twenty times harder considering Yuna thought taking five extra minutes in the baths meant you were stealing from starving orphans - she doubted she was going to get anything. However wearing the same thing over and over for the past week was beginning to wear on her. Here at least she was able to wash each article of clothing every day - not that she did - but on the road Sakura doubted that would happen.

Madara had disappeared ahead of her by the time Sakura reached the compound. Walking towards her rooms she was relieved to see Yuna walking towards her. At least she wouldn't have to hunt down the unpleasant woman.

"Yuna-san." Sakura called to get her attention. The woman looked up, and with narrowed eyes and pursed lips sized her up. Sakura forced herself not to roll her eyes. She needed a favor and she didn't want to start on the wrong foot with this Uchiha.

"Yuna-san." Sakura started again after crossing the distance between them. " I wanted to know if there are any extra clothes lying around. Anything - old stuff, anything my size?"

Yuna look was as if Sakura just asking if she had asked if there was any poop she could eat but the woman turned and walked towards their room in silence. Sliding open the door Mayuri jerked her head for Sakura to follow her.

Sakura followed the old woman, ignoring the snide comments of how needy and lazy Sakura was. Passing their room she walked to the end of the hallway to an empty room. Sliding the door open Yuna shuffled inside not waiting for Sakura. Looking in cautiously Sakura saw the room was empty except for a low table on the opposite side of the room. It was bare except for a couple of displayed tablets and some incense. Sakura would have thought no one was occupying the room except the incense had just burned down and there were no ashes anywhere. Obviously someone was maintaining the room.

Yuna pulled open a couple of closets before finding the right one. Sliding the door further open she stepped back and waved a hand at the now visible folded piles of clothes.

"I didn't realize I had to spoon feed you everything" The old woman grumbled, then added beneath her breath. "You look like a mangy street cat." Sakura ignored the woman and instead crossed to the closet. Reaching inside she pulled out a basic black long sleeve shirt. She could see inside there were more black shirts all in varying degrees of wear (most were more of a dark grey), as well as black pants. Basic uniforms.

"Can I use these?" Sakura asked pulling a shirt to her chest.

"Use what fits. But take care of them - actually wash these. These cost good money, the Uchiha have already given you enough charity it would be nice if you were actually grateful." Yuna grumbled. Sakura rolled her eyes. It wasn't like she was unappreciative of their help - it was the attitude that went along with the help she didn't need.

Yuna glared at Sakura, making her realize that her eye roll was caught. "It is lucky you are so small." With that last remark Yuna walked off, leaving Sakura on her own. Not that Sakura was going to complain. The old woman was very unpleasant.

Pulling out a couple of shirts off the top Sakura closed the door before pulling off her shirt. The first one was very baggy. The front bagged forward, clearly stretched out. However it worked, it was something different. Sakura folded it up and put it next to her - the pile she was going to keep, maybe.

Holding up the next shirt she realized quickly that she would never fit into it. It was tiny - as if for an eleven year old. Tossing it back towards the closet she picked up another one. It was similar in size as the first. It was not stretched out, but it was very large overall. However it was in fairly good shape so she put it next to the first. A pile to definitely keep.

She got up and went to the closet pulling out a stack of shirts and a stack of folded pants. Dropping them down by the 'keep' piles she started dressing. There must have been a significant lack of women ninja in the Uchiha clan, or lack of discarded women clothing. Besides the obviously too small children's pants, the options varied from either too long and baggy or very narrow that she had to pull up to her bellybutton to fit comfortably around her. To find a belt or wear mom pants?

The pants were stretchy, so she decided to go with the ill-fitting mom pants look.

Sakura set aside seven pairs that fit and putting on a clear pair she put the rest back. Focusing on her pile of shirts she picked up she tried them on one by one. She found three more baggy options, and tossed aside the children sizes. Two she found fit fairly well much to her delight.

The room had warmed in the afternoon heat. Now perspiring slightly Sakura had to wiggle on the last shirt from the pile. It was a little tight, especially around the chest. As she pulled it down over her breasts Sakura noticed a tag of sorts on the inside wrist of the left sleeve. Pulling the cuff inside out she inspected what was scratching her. Sakura was surprised to see a protective emblem sewn into the shirt.

It was an emblem that was suppose to ward away evil. Probably some monk or nun had embroidered it onto a small piece of cloth, and sold it to someone's mother, girlfriend, or wife. Someone who wanted the owner of this shirt to come back safe and sound.

Pulling the shirt the rest of the way down she decided it was good. Overall it was short, short in the sleeves, short in the length. But it would do. She gathered together the 'good' clothes and folded up the rest to put away. After stacking them nicely Sakura squatted down curious what else was in the closet. She paused noticing various pairs of sandals all were small, clearly for children. She lifted a couple of pairs, her heart sinking as she noticed how small some where.

The hairs on the back of her neck raised and Sakura turned slowly to the low table across the room. Shuffling across the room she picked up one of the small plaques to read what she feared it would say.

Our son, and daughters of the great Uchiha clan, Fearsome and strong your spirits live with us, guide us, and fight with us.

Looking back at the closet full of clothes, Sakura realized that these were probably the clothes of the dead. Maybe they hadn't died in them (she really hoped they didn't) but these were probably owned by the dead. The fact that there were so many child's clothes made her shiver. Very rarely did a child end up in the hospital with more than cuts and broken bones. Here children died.

Sakura remembered that a goal of the village, the goal of her own mentor, was to prevent children from dying unnecessarily. To protect innocence for as long as possible. But now she saw how that closet was full of mostly children's clothing - it was to her representation to how many were dead. How many that were not saved, were not protected. They had their family and were helpless - she was alone here.

Sakura felt a tear slide down her cheek, and she quickly wiped it off only to feel another fall down the other cheek. She held her breath trying to stop them. However a sob escaped her throat and more tears slid down her face.

Sakura sobbed, her sadness over the lost children, her feeling of being lost and alone, her anger at herself making this about herself. These feelings overwhelmed her as she knelt in front of the small table. It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair that so many children had experienced so little in life to have them end it in such an ugly way. It wasn't fair that she was thrown here , alone, with no explanation and no way out. She cried because she was selfish and concerned about herself.

The soft tap of the door against the frame jolted Sakura out of herself. Turning quickly she looked at the door expecting it to be Yuna. Madara stood just inside the door a bag held in one hand. How long was he standing there? It was no secret that she was crying. As much as she wished, Sakura wasn't one of the girls that cried prettily, she knew her eyes were puffy and her face splotchy. For whatever reason Sakura didn't want him to see her like this, it was disarming, him seeing her like this.

Breathing heavily as she tried to rein herself in Madara and Sakura just stared at each other. He took a step forward when Sakura realized that he was as disarmed by the situation as she was.

"I brought you a bag." Madara said somewhat hesitantly. Sakura blinked at him silently letting silence extend between them for a couple of seconds, before scrambling to her feet. She crossed the room, keeping her eyes down in an ineffectual way to hid that she had been crying. Reaching out her hand, it was his turn to pause before passing the bag over. Bag in hand she half turned and tried to force the tears that were again threatening to well up.

"Try not to lose this one like the rest of your stuff." Madara deadpanned, breaking the silence.

"Ah, there is the Madara we all know and love." The sarcastic comment came out with a broken laugh, before Sakura could stop herself. Shutting her mouth too late, she focused on the stitching of the bag as she waited when he would explode. She didn't know why she said that.

"You-" Madara started but stopped himself and he turned and stepped back into the hallway. "We leave tomorrow morning – be ready."


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Konishi struck her squarely on the behind as she leaned over to tuck the blanket around the emaciated legs of Enzo.

"Stop it." Sakura said through gritted teeth as she pulled the blanket tight so it would also trapped Enzo's hands. Enzo and Jin had started their daily squabble; today they were proposing different ways they would flay each other. Not that it meant much Enzo was too weak to even take himself to the restroom and Jin was missing an arm.

However Sakura wouldn't take any chances - two hours out of the village Enzo had somehow wrapped a scarf around Jin's neck, Jin on the other hand was about to slice through Enzo's Femoral artery before they broke it up. Jin hadn't actually made much progress on his task only just breaking the outer layer of muscle so it wasn't hard for Sakura to patch up. Unfortunately for her it made Enzo that much more relied on help to squat down to do his business.

Konishi started rubbing his palm against her backside making small circles. Sakura swore she heard her jaw crack as she quickly ensured Jin was propped against the side of the cart before reaching back and grasping Konishi's wrist and pull him away before he went too far. Spinning around Sakura twisted his wrist back and under her anger was pleased to see the old man wince.

"I said stop." Sakura warned.

A slimy grin spread across Konishi's face, his eyes rolled back as if in ecstasy and she felt him shiver violently, "Oh my, such a woman, I will love hearing you scream." He locked eyes with her and she watched as a small beadle run from under her shirtsleeve and climb up his neck, across his chin and onto his tongue. Sakura threw his hand back in disgust and quickly straighten, as she watched the old man play with the insect inside his mouth before crunching it between his teeth.

"Mmm, so…. juicy." The Aburame elder practically purred. Sakura watched him swallow, the chapped and leathery skin of his neck flexing perversely.

That was it.

"Uggh! You are the creepiest, most perverted old man I have ever met!" Sakura yelled startling the Uchiha and Senju elders out of their escalating fight.

"Is everything okay?" Minamoto asked from the front of the cart. Sakura looked between Minamoto, one of Saitama's men, and Senju Yasuuji, who was apparently a strong talker and Hashirama had sent to help with Jin. Not that he was much help.

Clenching her fists to her sides, Sakura gritted her teeth. "Everyone is ready, let's go." Sakura felt Konishi hand near her butt, but in the next instant she had leapt up into the branches. Using the branches to put distance between her and the cart, she dropped down once they were a good fifty meters behind her.

"I am not a geriatric nurse!" Sakura yelled. Madara who was sitting on a rock by the road raised an eyebrow as he paused in sharpening his sword.

"Maybe you should reconsider your profession." Madara smirked, and leaned forward as if he was going to tell a secret. "Enzo says that you have the softest hands."

Sakura rolled her eyes and flopped down on the grass. "Just don't talk for like five minutes until they catch up. Breakfast is probably going to go right through your great uncle or whatever and I'm not looking forward to it."

By the time she had blinked Madara was kneeling next to her head his sword across her neck. She hissed as the sharp metal sliced her skin when she inhaled sharply.

"Let's make things perfectly clear." Madara warned lowly. "I give orders here. I don't take orders. Especially from pink hair floozies."

Her blood rushed through her veins with her anger making her lightheaded.

"Floozie?" Sakura laughed dryly.

In the next moment Sakura had knocked his sword away. It spun in the air on it's axis before landing blade first into the soft grass about three meters away from them. Sakura knew it was only because the movement was unexpected that she got the upper hand. Expecting him to run after his weapon she tackled his ankles and tripping him. Letting go he rolled away and was on his feet faster than she expected. However Madara was always dodging her expectations.

Sakura was on him in the next moment arm drawn back, ready to punch him. In the next instant he was gone and her fist slammed into the ground leaving a massive crater. Not the one to be disheartened, she was up again after him.

It was like a sparring match to practice reflex. If she didn't know any better Sakura would have thought that she was clearly telegraphing her movements. At least she was keeping him on the defensive. Looking at his eyes she was annoyed to see he had not even activated his sharingan.

It was in that next moment however she was slammed into a tree. She had lost focus and Madara had taken that moment of distraction to his full advantage. Fear course through her like never before. This was different, it was different from the war because here she was on her own.

Madara lost leverage when she reached out and held her hand to the tree trunk. Sending a pulsing shockwave of her own chakra the tree behind her splintered and broke letting her slip away. It wasn't for long as she was slammed back into the next tree trunk with such force it winded her, giving him opportunity to pin her. Holding down her shoulders with his forearm he leaned it.

"Yield." He demanded.

"No," Sakura started to kick him but he stepped forward and trapped her leg by pushing his thigh against hers. She struggled more but Madara pressed himself closer effectively blocking her from moving. Her thoughts raced and Sakura couldn't hold onto a single thought or idea to get her out of there so she simply struggled against his hold hoping for him to let go.

Madara inhaled as if he was particularly annoyed and moved his other hand to wrap around her neck. Sakura was vulnerable, and she instinctively went still, her eyes darting up to meet Madara's.

Sakura might die right here but strangely the only thought that popped into her head was that his eye's looked so much like Sasuke's both in shape and color. It was uncanny, the resemblance, and she shivered involuntarily.

She heard the cart first, the boards and nails squeaking together as it rolled over the bumpy road. The sound of Enzo and Jin now yelling at each other soon added to the sounds of the forest. Sakura looked up into Madara's dark eyes challenging him. If he wanted to kill her, then he could help wipe Enzo's wrinkly ass the rest of the trip. There was a disconnect, Sakura felt it in her gut, that he didn't understand properly and her eyes widen as he leaned down minutely.

"Oh will you shut up both of you!" Konishi's bark effectively cut off the fighting old men. It was as if Madara realized then that the cart was close and he stepped back. He looked down at his hand that had been holding her throat captive against the tree and up to her. She followed his gaze wondering what he was planning next; wondering what had he been about to do?

Sakura stood up panting and dusted herself off. Madara was the most confusing, irritating man she had ever met. Waiting for the wagon to pass on she brought up the rear, trying to get her mind off what had just happened with the Uchiha.

"You two should just fuck already." Konishi said with a naughty smile. Sakura stopped walking and rolled her eyes. "Really - besides I would like to watch."


That last section was short but I liked the idea of leaving it there. Next stop the capital and maybe our heroine will learn things to help her get back! :)

Who are we kidding probably not ;)

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