HELLO COMRADES! I'm back again with the next update!

I would like to start off by thanking everybody for the feedback! Your guy's interest in my story has fueled my motivation to its peak! It means a lot to have active followers and consistent reviewers!

The first section of this chapter is the QnA. If you want to skip it, than scroll your way down to the good stuff! But hey! You might be able learn some things to quench your curiosities! If you asked a question and it isn't included in the QnA, Sorry! I got a couple of similar questions asked (*cough *cough "What about Judy?" *cough *cough), so I decided to include the first ones that were asked about that topic.


Jacato: Why did you change the name?

Answer: When I first made this story, it was going to be a spy-drama. I changed the plot's direction at around the 5th chapter, but forgot to change the name (Which I had also planned on doing). There will still be action in this fic, but it will not be the story's main focus, like I had originally planned. It will be awhile until Nick does any kick-ass shooting and stuff. (Plus I like the new name, so yah)


Anti-Villain: What does the P.A. in 764 P.A. stand for? And what happened in 0 P.A? Sorry, silly questions, but I can't help but wonder!

Answer: P.A. Stands for Post Adunationem, which is Latin for After Unification. The story is set fairly early on in mammal-civilization, that is why there is still such a large distrust between Preds and Prey. At 0 P.A., mammals of both sides decided to live together "in harmony". They were already somewhat civilized, much like humans were during ancient times.

Within the next 700 years, predator and prey continued to fight as society was progressing. Eventually, Prey got the upper hand (since they outnumber preds 10:1), and began to oppress predators. Within the past few hundred years, with the introduction of collars, society has taken a dark turn. Much of the harsh treatment showed by Prey are because of centuries of conflict.


xwittychickx: I have a question. What got you interested in writing to begin with? What sparked your initial muse however long ago?

Answer: Great question! In the past, I've never really gotten into writing. This is the first time that I've written a story, and despite the occasional stresses (Like listing off every predatory mammal by genus and categorizing them into 3 individual classes...) it's pretty fun!

I think that it was Zootopia that really got me into writing. I fell in love with the characters, the setting, everything about it. But it was when I discovered the original concepts that I really got intrigued. I wanted to tell a story; something different, something new, (Something darker *hehe). So at 3 am, on March 13th, I impulsively started to write the first chapter. After that, things just snowballed, and I've enjoyed every second since.


Anti-Villain: What is going to happen next? Does Nick get into trouble, and have to go on the run? What will happen to Finnick, Tyler, and Honey? When does Judy show up? (OK, I know, spoilers, but can I at least get a hint?)

Answers: Lots of questions oh boy! Well I don't want to spoil anything, but the next 5 chapters are going to be pretty tense. Right now, Nick and Tyler are focusing on escaping from the Confinement Zone, and I have a feeling that they'll take a few other characters along with them.

I can tell you one thing… Much of this story is going to take place outside of Zootopia. That's all I'll say.


Guest: Ooh shit son! Getting good, uh I have one question which is when does Judy get involved, like an approximation?

Answer: Trust me when I say this, I want to get Judy into this story as much as you do. I'm not trying to tease you guys with it. I want Judy in this story, and I now know how she's going to contribute to the plot. She will be a major character, and will have a complicated relationship with Nick.

I originally planned on bringing her in midway through the second part of the story (around chapter 11), but I decided to push that date back a little bit. I want the characters in the story to build momentum, especially Nick. In other words, I want them to witness some fucked-up shit, and I want the readers to experience it too. This way, I can produce the maximum amount of feels whenever something bad happens to one of them (and yes, something will eventually).

Judy will be introduced soon, and I'm really excited to get to that part of the story! As for an approximation, I would say anywhere in the teens (13-19). But anything can happen!


That's the end of the QnA! If you guys have any other questions, then shoot me a PM and I'll get with ya there. Thanks to everyone who participated! You guys rock!


Monday, March 14th. 11:37 AM

It happened far too quickly. Predators marched down the city streets with everything they could carry. Suitcases dragged through puddles and skidded across the pavement. They were given only 24 hours to pack up their belongings and head to the district border.

Families held each other close in fear of getting separated. Children hugged their toys while babies cried and screamed. The steady stream of misplaced predators became a monsoon. Mammals of all kinds were getting crowded into separate lines at the gates.

Honey and I sat on an old overpass. The lack of maintenance had caused most of the road to collapse around us. The roadway that remained was high enough for us to look over the district wall and into the rest of the bureau. The front of the crowd was hidden behind the wall as they got closer to the front gates. We watched as Happytown began to fill up with a myriad of homeless Zootopians.

Honey looked over to me.

"How long do we have?"

I looked down to my watch. The cracked glass distorted the clock face slightly, but I could still make out the time.

"About…twenty minutes."

Residents of the southwest corner of Happytown were to report to the district square at noon. We were to get our new ID cards and our new collars. Attendance was mandatory. Honey began to stand up.

"We should get going."

She helped me up and we began our journey to the square. The sky was filled with a spectrum of greys. I looked west toward the ocean. Darker clouds were starting to roll in as thunder began to faintly rumble in the distance. The ocean was turbulent and choppy as wind gusts blew in from the open water. The air was humid and unstable. A streak of lightning suddenly lit up the sky over the ocean, and an aggressive crack of thunder soon followed.

Honey spoke up.

"I swear these lines or whatever better be indoors."

The two of us made our way onto the ground level. Isolated predators were already making their way toward the square. We were at the northern end of the Grotto. Families traveled together in individual packs. Most of them wore medical masks to protect themselves from whatever was causing the mammals to go savage. The steady stream of predators was nothing compared to the raging river outside of the district walls.

"How many army guys you think there'll be?"

I looked up at Honey. It was an interesting question, but it was also a good one. The sheer amount of predators at the square could easily overwhelm a single army troop, and I wouldn't be surprised if someone there went savage. The amount of feral incidents had decreased over the past couple of days, but predators were still at risk. With that in mind, there was probably an entire squadron at the square today.

"—A shit ton."

We kept walking. Buildings began to get larger as we made our way closer to the heart of Happytown. The steady stream of predators had become a small river. The streets became more dense with mammals.

Above all of us, dark rainclouds began to assemble into a single, large clump. The humming of the distant thunder began to increase in volume as the storm approached. Some of the predators in the crowd began to pull out umbrellas. I looked toward Honey, I think that she forgot the umbrella.

"Forgot the umbrella or something?"

She continued to look ahead as she gave off an exaggerated sigh. She had forgotten to bring the umbrella.

A collected group of voices became audible as we neared the district's main avenue. We passed by closed shops and inactive stores. Just five days ago, the streets were filled with rioting predators. The chaotic scene resurfaced in my mind. Mammals running through the broken windows of convenient stores, fistfights breaking out between predators, helicopters flying above it all with their bright spotlights pointed toward the mess. The events played out in my mind as we passed by the empty stores. The windowsills were boarded up, and the shattered glass was swept away.

The city was on lockdown for three days. The once busy district became a ghost town. The streets of Happytown were completely deserted. No businesses ran. No stores were open. Military troops were sent out to ensure that we stayed in our houses until further notice, and that's exactly what we did. It was that way for every other district as well. The city was dead, every bureau, every outskirt; lifeless. Both predator and prey sat in waiting, waiting for something to happen, waiting for the government to take action...

And today, they were.

The sounds of the voices became increasingly louder. I could see the crowd; Many had those medical face masks on. As we got closer, I realized that there were many more predators than I had once thought. The large mass of sound was quite loud, and we were still five blocks away.

We got closer.

I began to make out individual, distinct voices. There was yelling and screaming. My ears started to detect the different pitches of sound that came from the gargantuan crowd ahead of us.

We got closer.

It was now getting easier to distinguish the voices from one another. A baby was crying loudly. An officer yelled at somebody to walk faster. Fathers directed their families as they tried to stay close together. It was a scene of regulated chaos.

The predators ahead of us began to funnel down into a narrow line. Two officers with rifles stood at either side of the entrance on elevated platforms. A ram with a sniper rifle stood idly on the top of a military truck parked next to the entrance. Each of the officers kept close watch as the predators passed by, knowing that at any moment, one of us could become savage.

Honey and I had reached the entrance. Our slow-paced walking was halted by the back of the immobile line.

"Just like the Predchecks, huh Nick."

The setup was very similar to those of the monthly checkups. The sluggish speed of the line, the crowded yet controlled chaos, it was very close. However, the velvet ropes that ran alongside the lines were replaced by tall, chain link fences. The tent was replaced with a line of military trailers that mammals could enter and exit, and this time, anyone could go crazy at any moment.

Similar, but nowhere near identical.

There was a much larger crowd of predators to the right of us. The mammals carried various sized bags and suitcases. It was the crowd from outside the district. They were being put through the same process as we were. Between us, an elevated platform had been constructed for guards to keep an eye out. Two large chain link fences created a hallway for the officers to patrol through. The armed guards had a view of both large crowds. The other line was around three times bigger than ours, and I had a feeling that most of the predators had been there since morning. Many of them wore tired and exhausted faces. Some of them slept outside of the line's beginning, using their stuffed suitcases as pillows and draping jackets over their heads. I found it impressive that many had succeeded to fall asleep surrounded by the yelling and screaming of the crowd.

I could feel the first raindrops fall onto the top of my head. The sky had gotten significantly darker since Honey and I first began our journey. Umbrellas began to pop up amongst the crowd. As the line continued slowly, I started to hear an increased amount of yelling ahead of us. Like a river current before the raging rapids, the line suddenly began to hasten its pace. The nearly immobile standing had turned into a slow waddle.

The yelling grew louder, and I began to distinguish the single feminine voice. The demands of the harsh yells became clearer as we got closer. I was unable to see the mammal, but her voice was already quite intimidating.

"LEFT LINE! …YOU, MIDDLE, NOW!"

The single line was being divided up into three individual sections. Honey and I seemed to subconsciously stand closer to each other, not wanting to be separated.

"MONGOOSE, MIDDLE… CAN YOU HEAR ME?"

The source of the voice was within a few yards now. A family of brown bears stood in front of us.

"ALL OF YOU, RIGHT LINE! LET'S MOVE IT!"

The family walked over to the right, giving Honey and I a glimpse of the yelling woman. The squirrel stood on the raised platform with a list in her grasp. It amazed me that a mammal so small could produce a voice so-

"FOX, RIGHT LINE!"

I couldn't finish my thought. Stumbling a little, I started walking to the right.

"BADGER, MIDDLE! LET'S GO GUYS!"

Honey walked with her head down as we got into our separate lines. Today's events again reminded me of the Predchecks. The layout was very similar, and again, I was separated from Honey.

I stood behind the family of bears and waited. I began to think about that Thursday night. I thought about Tyler, and what he revealed to me in his cluttered apartment. He was sure that it was the government who caused all of this, but part of me still doubted his theory. A few gasoline receipts wasn't that much to go off of, but it was definitely suspicious.

The only mammal I told was Honey. She has never been a talker, and had kept secrets numerous times before. I told her for the same reason that Tyler told me. If something were to happen to me or Tyler… If the government found out and took us away, somebody still had to know. The government can control almost everything. They can control where we live and work, they can control the media to implant fear into the minds of prey, they can control everything; everything, except for our thoughts. Our minds were the only secure places that we had left. In a world full of surveillance and monitorization, our thoughts were the only safe-places that we were able to go to. Three mammals knew something that no one else did. The three of us didn't know the answers, but we knew where to look for them, and the government didn't know that we knew. As long as we had this information in our heads, we were above them.

The rain began to fall heavily onto the crowd. I stood nearby the large bears who had an umbrella with them. The edge of their umbrella gave me decent protection from the onslaught of precipitation. I looked over toward the middle line. Honey stood there eyeing me down as she was getting completely drenched. I couldn't help but laugh at the sight of the pissed off badger. Her angry expression slowly became a playful, mischievous smirk. An evil smile crept upon her face. Honey was thinking about how she was going to get me back.

That was the two of us. We had the maturity of twelve-year-olds, even when the world around us was falling apart. I found it comforting that we alway made the best of every situat-

"DAD!"

A piercing scream came from the outer-district line behind me. The volume of collected yelling grew louder as the commotion began to unfold. The other predators and I all turned toward the screaming. Two chain linked fences stood between us and the panicked predators.

A male bobcat was on the ground shaking. At first, I thought he was getting shocked, but then I saw that his collar wasn't being activated. To the right of him, a family of minks started to back up and away from the convulsing predator. To the left of him, two other bobcats, a little girl and an older woman, stood horrified as they saw the animal shake uncontrollably.

"DADDY?"

It was the girl who first screamed, the bobcats were his wife and child.

"Stand back! Get away from him! He turning sav-"

The male bobcat suddenly sprang up onto its fours and made a beeline for the mink family. The line began to scurry backwards as the bobcat closed in. The largest of the minks, most likely the father, took his suitcase and swung it at the bobcat. The projectile connected with the animal's face, stunning him temporarily. Then, a wolf threw a large suitcase over the mink family. The animals behind them started to follow suit as bags began to fly toward the bobcat. However, most of the baggage did not make it to the feral animal, landing in between it and the mink family.

Lightning illuminated the dark sky above us. The wind whipped and twisted through the city streets. The rain fell in sideways bursts as wind gusts carried it in random directions.

The mother and the daughter could only watch in horror as the father started to climb over the bags and suitcases, trying to get to the mink family. Jumping onto a polar bear's suitcase, the bobcat had gotten over the pile of luggage and prepared to pounce onto the minks. The yelling and screaming peaked. The father shielded the rest of the family as the predators behind them cowered back. Before the bobcat could jump, the collar went off.

The animal instantly went limp like a rag doll. The bobcat collapsed under its own weight and fell off of the large suitcase, shaking violently. A ram with a key walked in between the fences that divided the two lines. He went up to the a doorway in the fence and began to unlock it. The family of bobcats were in shock, seeing their father now sprawled out on the wet gravel.

"Stand back! Out of the way!"

The ram pushed mammals to the side as he made his way to the bobcat. The wolf and the minks leaned up against the fence as the ram passed by. Picking up the animal's leg, the ram started to drag the bobcat back toward the open gate and away from his horrified family. The yelling had died down, but predators in both lines still had their eyes glued to the scene.

The ram dragged the bobcat through the gate and closed it behind him. Setting the leg down, the officer began to speak into his radio as he put his keys into his pockets.

For many moments, he stood over the limp bobcat and talked into the intercom. Predators around me began to avert their attention away from the scene. The ram bent down and took out the bobcat's ID, reporting the information to the officer on the other end. I looked back to the bobcat's family. The daughter was in tears and dug her face into her mother's chest. The mother locked her eyes on the ram as she consoled her daughter.

The rain continued to beat down on us. Medical masks flew off of faces and umbrellas contorted in the wind. Mammals tried desperately to shield themselves using jackets and bags. Predators who didn't have protection from the rain were drenched.

A beeping sounded as the ram hung up on the radio and began to drag the bobcat into the open space between the two fences. Predators began to look back at the ram to watch what he was doing. The ram dropped the bobcat's foot again, now in the middle of the open space between the two lines. Bending down, the ram began to reach for the predator's neck. My heart dropped. It felt like I was hit in the stomach with a sledge hammer. The predators around me knew it too, many turning away from what was about to happen. I kept looking.

The ram took the bobcat's collar off.

"PLEASE! NO NO NO NO NO! STOP!"

The mother was screaming now, shielding her child with her embrace. The bobcat began to shuffle as it started to regain consciousness.

"BABY! PLEASE SHOW THEM THAT YOU'RE OKAY! STAND UP PLEASE!"

The frantic wife watched as her husband began to get on all fours. The bobcat struggled to stay upright, collapsing under its wobbly legs. The feral bobcat laid on the gravel, trying to catch it's breath.

The ram paced backwards and dropped the collar onto the gravel. The bobcat tried to get up again. The mother continued to scream as the ram walked back up to the savage animal. The bears beside me started to cover their cub's eyes. The crowd grew tenser. The rain fell harder. The sky became darker. The whole world was crashing down onto us. The bobcat had successfully gotten up during its second attempt. The predators around me prepared for the what was about to happen.

The ram pulled out his gun and shot the bobcat in the back of the head.

I looked away and closed my eyes. The image of the bobcat collapsing burned its way onto the back of my eyelids. The piercing screams of the mother drilled their ways into my ears. The raindrops stabbed me like knives falling from the heavens above. I felt numb. I tried to drown out all of my senses. I didn't want to see. I didn't want to hear. I didn't want to feel…

The rest of the day went by like a blur to me.

The queued crowds moved painfully slow. I neither looked at Honey nor the bobcats in the other line. I just looked straight ahead. I was soaking wet, but I didn't care.

Before I knew it, I was at the front of the line, and was soon ushered into the building. The bright, fluorescent bulbs shined blindingly in the interior of the army truck. The hog measured my collar size and gave me my new ID. She gave me a packet containing food stamps and other essential documents. After locking in my new collar, she thoroughly explained how food stamps should be traded and how the new shock collars work; none of which I paid attention to. She had me sign a few papers and led me on out. The recent events replayed themselves in my head the entire time. I didn't care about the food stamps or the papers, I didn't want care about anything.


The sidewalks were littered with homeless predators. Lines of families stood along the road, unsure of what to do. Some of them knew others that lived in Happytown, and were fortunate enough to have a place to stay. Those who didn't could only sit and beg for others to give them shelter.

The rain had cleared up. The sky revealed lighter shades of grey as the storm clouds moved out. The pavement was covered with isolated puddles. I listened as the storm drains below gushed out water into the underground sewers.

Honey was still in her line. I looked at my watch.

1:15

I was already exhausted. Last night was not forgiving. Around eight in the evening, military trucks began to pull into the district. Helicopters flew above us, but not to film any news footage. Officers began to knock at front doors, notifying predators about the mandatory attendance of today's affairs. In the Grotto, trucks with loudspeakers parked alongside the roads. Every 15 minutes, the same announcement would play. I went to bed at ten last night, and I listened to them at least 20 times.

Happytown was filling up fast. Within 24 hours, the district's population had quadrupled in size. New residents were given their new collars and just dumped into the street. My new collar itched. After a while, you get used to the constant rubbing. The nylon straps get broken into as you wear them more often. Predators were required to replace their collars once a year. Whenever I would get a new one, it almost always gave me blisters on my neck. They weren't designed to be comfortable.

However, these new collars were different. My collar pulled down on me more than the old ones; the weight of the devices had increased. Also, the new collars were far less flexible. The synthetic material was barely bendable, and nearly impossible to twist. It was clear that they were designed to be practically indestructible.

I could see Honey walk out of one of the trailers. She stepped onto the street and began to look either direction. She was searching for me. I raised my paw into the air and began to wave it around. I would yell, but the sheer amount of mammals in the square made it impossible to be heard without screaming. After a few scans, Honey found me and began to jog towards the bench I sat on.

"God these collars itch!"

She plopped down next to me, resting her arm around my shoulder. We were miniature compared to the size of the bench. In downtown Happytown, mammals of all sizes occupied the streets and sidewalks. Honey and I were at the small end of the spectrum.

We sat for a moment, watching the turbulence ensue. Displaced families were everywhere. Many used their suitcases as makeshift benches. A long line of predators had formed outside of a nearby pay phone. Children played happily in the narrow streets while parents watched over them. Honey scratched at her neck and looked toward me.

"Are… you okay?"

Her voice was soft and sympathetic. I don't think she could have seen the events unfold. Her line was to the left of mine, and the commotion all happened to the right. She most likely noticed my reaction to it, and although she couldn't have seen the shooting, she had to have listened to it. There was no doubt that she heard the mother's screams and listened to the gun shoot.

I only nodded. No matter how many times I see it on TV, no matter how many times I see it in real life, death always disturbed me. I had seen it enough times now not to show it, but you can never see it enough times to not have it bother you.

Honey sighed.

"Well we're done here so… How about we all head home."

Home. The one place I wanted to be right now was home. With all that had happened today, I wanted to get away from it all. I wanted to forget about what I've seen this past week. I wanted to lock myself in my room, in hopes that reality wouldn't come barging through my bedroom door.

That wouldn't work though. As much as I wanted to, I couldn't pretend that whatever was happening to us wasn't. We needed something permanent, a place to feel secure. We needed to get out. I didn't want to go home. I wanted to vacate everything. I wanted to leave Zootopia.

But for now, home was all I had.

We got up and headed south. We walked down the middle of the street, passing by stranded families with nowhere to go. Our feet splashed in the shallow puddles that lined the streets. The water reflected the bits of blue sky that began to reveal themselves behind the clouds. The sun tried to shine through the blankets of grey. I looked around at the crowd of mammals that surrounded us. Predators of all shapes and sizes were gathered in the town square. Families and friends clumped together like magnets.

And then, I saw them.

I stopped dead in my tracks. It was them. The mother and her child sat on their luggage among the other homeless mammals on the sidewalk. I felt my body get cold. I wanted to look away, but I couldn't. The mother held her only kitten on her lap. The girl was roughly half my age. She had to have been older than twelve, since bobcats get their collars at around that age. The woman wore an expressionless face, and the kitten dug her's into her mother's fur.

"Nick?"

Honey's voice sounded somewhat distant. I heard her footsteps approach as I continued to stare at the family.

"Hey, what are you…?"

Her voice trailed off as she followed my eyes to the sidewalk. Standing next me, she was able to see them too.

"Is that…?"

I nodded. The street around us was bustling with activity as we focused on the mother and her child. They had lost everything. They were forced to move out of their house and were crowded into the cramped district of Happytown. The only thing that the three of them had were each other, and now, they didn't even have that anymore. They were lost and hopeless, and like many others, they had to sleep on the streets.

I found myself fighting against my subconscious, fighting against the images of their pain. Their screams very well may appear in many of my future nightmares, but that didn't matter. Even if their ghosts haunted me for eternity, right now, they need a roof over their heads.

"We need to help them."

I started to talk out loud, unsure if it was intended for myself or for the both of us. Honey simply stared at them.

"How? —Give them food stamps?"

"No."

The mother petted her daughter's head while she slept. They were clearly misplaced, and it was obvious that they had nowhere to go.

"They need… They need a place to stay, Honey."

"Nick, I can't just…"

Her voice again trailed off as her conscience ate away at her. She didn't appear to be too fond of the idea.

"Nick, we can't just invite mammals into our house."

"Why not?"

"Because…"

Honey paused again. She seemed somewhat open about the idea, but she still knew that it wasn't what she wanted.

"Look, Nick. We only have a couple day's worth of food stamps between the two of us. I don't think either of them can work after… after what happened today. Even if we both get new jobs, I don't know how we can continue to feed them both."

"What about the cellar? You have lots of food down there."

"Yah, I know but…"

A new thought had crossed her mind. She wiped her face as she contemplated. Then, leaning into me, she spoke quietly into my ear.

"But what if we leave?"

Out of context, the question would confuse many, but I knew exactly what she meant.

"Then we'll tell Tyler that we have two more."

She stepped back and faced the bobcats again. She was deep in thought now. The idea of all of us getting out was interesting. We couldn't necessary tell them until we've already arranged the escape. Trust was vitally important now, and we needed to make sure that no one else knew about our secrets until the right time. Honey sighed heavily, she had made up her mind.

"I'll go talk to them."

Honey hesitantly went over to the bobcats on the sidewalk. She approached them cautiously, speaking with soft and quiet voice. I couldn't make out what they were saying, but I could see the the reactions of the mother. A broken smile began to form as Honey explained ourselves to her. Honey pointed once toward me and then south towards the Grotto. The daughter lifted her head off of her mother's chest as she began to listen to Honey.

I don't know what caused me to feel such sympathy towards them. I've never wanted to care about other mammal's problems, but now, I was inviting strangers into my house. The past week had made me realize though, that now, us predators needed to stick together. We're all strangers, but we're all in the same, sinking boat. If we can make each other's lives a little better, than kicking-the-can might be a little easier.

The three of them began to nod. Honey turned to face me and motioned for me to walk over, and so I did.

"You guys are a true blessing, really."

The mother was in tears, she had it worse than any of us. The child only looked up and smiled gratefully.

I offered to help.

"Do you need help with any of your bags?"

The mother nodded, and I bent down to pick up her heavy suitcase. Honey decided to properly introduce me to our new housemates.

"Nick, this is Mallory and Claire. Mallory and Claire, this is Nick, my housemate."

The mother sniffed.

"It's so nice to meet you two, you don't know how much this means to us."

I felt my heart warm up. It felt good to do good things, and right now, this family needed help. The images of them screaming in horror were obscured by their thankful gratitude. I tried to push the past events out of my head, but it will be long before I forget.

One thing was clear, we needed to get out of the city. We all needed security, and if we died trying to get to it, then so be it. In times like these, predators needed each other. Strangers will become acquaintances, and soon, they might become good friends. It's difficult to find differences when others treat you equally as horrible, and right now, we were all equally as fucked.

We all headed south, down a familiar path, unsure of what the days ahead of us would hold.


Boom! 6000 word chapter! (I kind of cheated since I included the QnA, but wHatEveR)

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