This chapter isn't as long as the others, but it settles a lot of things. So yeah. Enjoy!

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Hands slapped down on the table and Tsuna couldn't help but flinch. It must have been violently, too, for Dino was sending him a frown from his seat next to his brother. Tsuna barely acknowledged the Cavallone boss's actions, though. He was too busy avoiding his father's scathing look.

"How am I supposed to accept that?" Iemitsu asked, his voice worryingly calm. "You can't just expect me to not care about the fact that my son is in another world."

Tsuna just wrapped his blanket around himself just a bit tighter. Really, what had he been expecting? His future self's guardians had already practically disowned him. Why would his father be any different? If anything, he probably should have expected his father to be worse.

Everyone was sitting at a round table in one of the Family meeting rooms. Tsuna was sat next to Dino and Yamamoto, wrapped up in a warm blanket because it apparently helped for shock. Tsuna hadn't been sure he was really in shock—depressed; angry maybe; definitely frustrated—but he accepted the offered blanket anyway and didn't sweat what the others were thinking.

None of this mattered. Not one thing being said mattered. Because he had seen it with his own eyes. He had seen his own world and his own family and he didn't need these people, so why did it matter if they cared for him or not?

And yet, he couldn't help but feel so alone, even though he was the one isolating himself from his friends' future counterparts.

"Tsuna."

A hand rested on his shoulder, but Tsuna hardly reacted. If it had been anybody but Dino, he might have, but Dino was the only one who had even shown him an ounce of gentleness. This Dino didn't seem two years older like everyone else did.

Still, he wasn't from this future. This Dino wasn't his Dino. He was such an idiot. Wanting to be included, to not be left behind again, but who was he kidding? He was already behind. Two years behind. He had one heck of a catch up to play, and he was absolutely sure he couldn't do it.

Why did he ever bother to try anymore?

"Tsuna," Dino said again, his voice soothing and gentle. A warm hand cupped his cheek while another, smaller hand rubbed his back using rhythmic circles. It was calloused and rough against his back, but still, Tsuna found himself leaning into the touch.

"Hey," Yamamoto said softly; sadly. Like he couldn't bear to watch Tsuna break down in fear of breaking down himself. "Hey, Tsuna. Don't cry."

Was he crying? Tsuna wasn't all that sure. All he knew was that the world around him blurred and he was choking on his own breaths, struggling to breathe through the collapsing of his shattered heart. He was overwhelmed and it looked like everything he had bottled up was starting to leak out in the form of the tears sliding down his cheeks.

This was dumb. A shaky hand swiped across his cheeks in attempt to wipe away the tear tacks, but only he only succeeded in smearing the tears. This was so dumb and he just wanted time to stop. To recollect himself, so he could back stronger and maybe a bit more stable.

"I told you," Dino hissed suddenly, but Tsuna knew that Dino was no longer speaking to him. Dino was speaking to someone else. A someone else that was stoically sitting in his seat next to Iemitsu, watching Tsuna try to put himself back together with an indifference that had Tsuna wanting to run for his life.

Just who was this guy? Was this really Reborn?

"I told you that he wasn't ready for this," Dino growled. "You may have been my teacher, but the Inheritance ceremony must have screwed you up even more than I thought if you can't even tell the difference between what matters now and what matters later."

Tsuna had stopped crying and was now, along with pretty much everyone else in the room, glancing back and forth between the two Mafioso. They had been talking like this before, too. Back in the lab.

"You. Don't. Know. Anything," Reborn spat and Tsuna thought that he had never been more scared of his tutor in his life than in this moment. "We have a war to win."

Dino exploded. He stood from his chair, scooting it back a couple of inches and letting it make horrible scraping sound. "Then treat him like a person, you bastard!"

Yamamoto stood up at that moment and banged a fist on the table. "That's enough!" he yelled, eyes sharp and back tensed. Tsuna flinched the moment the baseball player's hand came down, but surprisingly, didn't shy away from the angry guardian like he had expected himself to.

"Takeshi-"

Yamamoto glared at Dino. "Shut up. Sit down. And let me handle this. I'm tired of this argument. I'm tired of everything that we have to put up with because people can't seem to realize something."

"And what are we supposed to realize?" Gokudera sneered from across the table, his gaze just as hard.

Yamamoto's eyes softened and his expression morphed into something more morose, like he was grieving. "What's the most important thing? What's the most important thing in our lives? Something that we all treasure?"

The room was silent for a moment, but Tsuna could almost see the gears working in everyone's head—except for Hibari. The Cloud Guardian was staring at him from his seat next to Gokudera, like he was expecting Tsuna to answer Yamamoto's question.

And maybe he was. Maybe Hibari didn't care at all whether he was the older Tsuna or not. Maybe he expected just as much from him as he did the Tsuna's future self. Maybe that's why he didn't hold back in training that morning.

And before Tsuna knew it, he was talking; speaking the answer that everyone should have known.

"Family," Tsuna whispered, his voice breaking before growing stronger. "It's family. We're supposed to be a family, no matter what time we're from."

Yamamoto nodded, a carefree smile falling into place. "Right, Tsuna. Over the years, we've learned that family is important. That we put family before anything else. That we protect them and treasure them. That your family is more important than your own life."

"What's your point, Yamamoto?" Gokudera asked. "We know that already."

Yamamoto sighed. "I don't think you do. None of you realize that the most important thing in our lives needs protecting. He's here and he's alone and we've all been pushing him away."

There was a stunned silence. Nobody spoke, and all eyes were on Yamamoto as he gazed into each and every one of the room's occupants' eyes.

"Y-You're kidding, right?" Gokudera spluttered. "The Tenth is gone. He's not here."

"Maybe our Tsuna is gone," Dino put in, glaring fiercely at Gokudera, "but that doesn't mean the Tsuna that came in his place is any less Tsuna!"

Tsuna was absolutely stunned. What was going on? Were…Were Dino and Yamamoto trying to tell everyone to accept him? At that prospect, he couldn't help but feel an odd mixture between nervousness and relief. If they really would accept him, that would make all of this easier. He'd be so much happier. But, if they were to accept him, would they be accepting him for him, or because Yamamoto and Dino told them to?

But...Gokudera...?

"He may not be the omnivore," Hibari interjected, "but we all knew him as the herbivore. He is someone that we have fought alongside of in countless battles. Why should it matter which time the herbivore has come from?"

Mukuro's mouth pulled taut, his eyebrows furrowing as he looked Tsuna up and down. Finally, after a moment of contemplation, the pineapple-haired man smirked. "It doesn't matter what time you're from, Sawada Tsunayoshi. Either way, I will possess your body and bring the mafia to its knees."

Tsuna shivered. Hibari and Mukuro were accepting him, and while Hibari's reasoning seemed like it wasn't actually going to teeter towards violence, Mukuro's reasoning chilled him. Chrome was sitting right beside him, so obviously he had escaped Vendicare, and that made the threat seem much more real and terrifying.

Beside Mukuro, Chrome smiled at him. "Boss," she started. "I'm not sure what it was that happened to you, but me and Mukuro-sama are always here for you, just like you were here for me."

Mukuro frowned, but didn't dispute what Chrome had said, proving to Tsuna that his two Mist Guardians really meant what they were saying. Tsuna smiled weakly at the two of them, hoping that they would understand that he was grateful for their words.

Ryohei stood up next, his head hanging. "I'm sorry, Sawada. I didn't mean to-"

"No," Tsuna interrupted. He swallowed thickly. "No. Don't do that. You didn't- You didn't mean to bring me down there. You just…forgot."

Even to Tsuna's ears the excuse sounded more than pathetic. He didn't know why he was even trying to excuse Ryohei's actions, anyways.

Maybe he wouldn't feel so broken if he hadn't saw the world he was missing. Maybe he wouldn't feel so broken if he had just been accepted as Tsuna. Not Tsuna from the past. Not Tsuna from the future. Just Tsuna. He was just Tsuna. He was just a boy who wanted to be with the most important thing in the world. His family.

And yet, while Ryohei's actions had caused him to break down, had caused his heart to shatter violently into a thousand little pieces, Tsuna found that he couldn't blame him. He had seen what he was missing, but it hadn't been anything he didn't already know. It hadn't been anything he hadn't already been missing.

Tsuna sighed. This was getting tiring. He'd already had training that morning, and now he was emotionally as well as physically exhausted.

"Sawada," Ryohei said, his voice rather unenthusiastic. "I extremely didn't try hard enough to remember and I will increase my training and ty harder next time. I will even write it down on my hand."

"That's okay," Tsuna said. "Don't worry about it."

Tsuna wasn't sure what was really going on, but it seemed as if Yamamoto's speech had gotten somewhere with his guardian's future counterparts. The only ones who hadn't said anything were Lambo and Gokudera.

Lambo wasn't actually in the room, though, so that didn't mean much. But Gokudera's glare did seem a lot less certain, as if he were actually contemplating Yamamoto's words instead of brushing them off like his Gokudera would do.

"Tsuna," Yamamoto said, catching the brunet's attention. "Tsuna, this is a two way street. I know we haven't tried the hardest to understand your situation, but you have to try to understand us, too. The only way we're going to make it through this is together."

"You're blaming him?" Dino asked, turning on Yamamoto. "From what I've seen, you guys need to seriously reevaluate everything around here. He's done nothing-"

"He doesn't trust us," Hibari countered.

"And why should he?" Dino spluttered. "When all you have done is shun him, why should he put any faith in you, Kyoya?"

"I have done nothing," Hibari hissed. "I accepted him the moment he withstood my attacks. The moment he first went into Hyper mode, the moment he stood up to me, even when it was obvious the herbivore was terrified, he was accepted."

"I recall you walking out, you damn prefect," Gokudera spat. "You walked out on him then, didn't you? Even when it was obvious he was hurt?"

Hibari's gaze was even. "I do not deny my actions. He was accepted, but that does not mean I will coddle him. I have better things to do than look after herbivores."

"Bastard!" Gokudera yelled, hands slamming flat onto the table.

"Hayato."

Gokudera flinched and straightened, meeting Yamamoto's sharp amber stare. The two were silent for a moment, communicating with their eyes rather than words, and Tsuna was awed by the amount of trust and understanding it must have taken to do something like that. Eventually, Gokudera slumped back into his chair, glaring sullenly at the wooden table.

Yamamoto's gaze softened as he watched Gokudera. And now that Gokudera wasn't looking at Yamamoto anymore, the baseball player couldn't avoid speaking out loud.

"Hayato, this isn't as complicated it as you're making it out to be."

Gokudera snorted. "Like hell it isn't."

Yamamoto sighed but didn't press any further. The room's other occupants, beside Reborn and Tsuna, were left wondering just what in the hell that had been about. Tsuna could see it on their faces. But Tsuna wasn't left wondering. He may not have known exactly what it was that had the two at odds, but he understood enough to know that their argument was about him.

"You know, you don't have to be here."

"It's not fair to him if I'm not."

That's what Yamamoto and Gokudera had been talking about earlier, too. Something about Tsuna was pissing Gokudera off and he wasn't exactly sure what it was. All he knew was that it hadn't really started until the elevator incident when he had collapsed.

"Hayato, maybe you should leave. You said that you didn't want to be here and if it was unfair to Tsuna before then it's even more unfair to him now."

Tsuna couldn't help but wonder what exactly Yamamoto had meant by that. Just what were they hiding?

Iemitsu cleared his throat and Tsuna's attention immediately snapped to his father. The man looked almost…apologetic.

"Look, Tsunayoshi," his father started awkwardly, running his fingers through his hair. "Tsunayoshi, I know that this is difficult for you, and I know you miss home. But you have to understand that acceptance doesn't come easy. Neither does trust."

Tsuna felt a lump in his throat, suddenly, creating a foreign pressure that was starting to build up almost too rapidly. He knew that. He knew that. But it wasn't that easy. It wasn't just cut and dry like that. These people were his friends, and yet they weren't.

"What's your point, Iemitsu?" Reborn asked. He looked annoyed.

"My point is, that we miss our Tsunayoshi and you miss home, but we can't accept you that easily. Trust is earned."

"That-"

Tsuna cut himself off, blinking away the tears that were gathering at the edge of his vision. He swallowed against the lump in his throat, against the pressure that seemed to still be building up in his chest, against the roar of indignation in his ears.

"That…That doesn't make any sense," Tsuna finally stuttered out. "How is that supposed to make sense?"

And that's when he realized how right he was. Iemitsu's words really didn't make any sense. This was his family. Future family, maybe, but didn't that just give him a chance to look forward to how exactly they developed and changed to how they were now? As family, wasn't he supposed to accept them for who they were? Give them his trust?

Yamamoto was still Yamamoto, even if he was less carefree. Tsuna bet he still loved baseball with all of his heart. He knew that Yamamoto still understood the meaning of family. That he still understood what it was that mattered to him.

Gokudera was still Gokudera, even if he didn't seem to hold the same devotion to him. Even if he wasn't as brash and impulsive as he used to be. Tsuna guessed that he probably still used dynamite and still got in reckless fights and arguments with Yamamoto, even if he hadn't seen them. Tsuna knew that Gokudera had just wanted somewhere to fit in, and Tsuna was sure that's exactly what he still wanted.

And his other guardians, too. They weren't as different as he had thought they had been.

Ryohei was still loud and obnoxious, and while he seemed to have matured some, he still made reckless, stupid mistakes. He still forgot things. He had changed, but he was still Ryohei.

Hibari, too. He didn't seem to mind as much about people crowding (probably because ehe understood the importance of meetings and training with the war and all), but he still called Tsuna an herbivore. He had matured to the point where he could allow some people close to him, but that didn't mean he had to like his space invaded.

Mukuro still seemed the exact same, although Tsuna hadn't really spent any quality time with the illusionist, so he couldn't say anything for sure. Chrome, too. The only thing Tsuna could really tell was different was that she seemed a lot more outgoing and less soft spoken, and that thought made Tsuna's heart swell.

They were still Mukuro and Chrome, anyways. They were still themselves, even if they had changed.

And Lambo. He really had grown up uite a bit, but that didn't mean he wasn't still a crybaby with far too many weapons on hand. The cow child was still his little brother, even if he had matured some. Even if he was smarter and less reckless. He was still Lambo.

Their experiences were those that Tsuna hadn't gone through himself yet, but he would. He would grow up and in two years, he would be friends with amazing people who he thought of as family, no matter how they changed.

Tears were brought to his eyes as Tsuna realized all of this. Iemitsu had been wrong. Trust might not be easily gained, but he already trusted these people with his life. He had put his faith in them a long time ago. Even longer for them. He trusted them because, even if they were older, even if they had changed and developed differently than he remembered them, they were his family. And his family meant the world to him.

So why couldn't they accept him? Why couldn't they see that he was their family, too? No matter what time he was from, he was just Tsuna.

But he guessed most of them pretty much had. They had accepted him, and Tsuna hadn't even realized it. They had taken some time to get used to him, but in the end, they had understood that he was Tsuna.

"Tsuna, this is a two way street. I know we haven't tried the hardest to understand your situation, but you have to try to understand us, too. The only way we're going to make it through this is together."

Yamamoto hadn't been blaming him. He'd been telling Tsuna that they couldn't go on like this. That this took more than just one person. It took all of them. They all had to trust each other because they were family. And family got through things together.

Tsuna heaved a sob. The pressure in his chest was almost crushing. Tears streamed down his cheeks and, this time, he didn't even attempt to wipe them away. This was something he needed. He was tired of holding it all in. He was tired of trying to blind himself to his own pain.

Tsuna was hurting. He missed home. He missed his family in the present. He missed everything about his world, but he had finally been accepted here. He was hurt and his heart had been stomped on and shattered, but it was slowly piecing itself back together.

As much as he hurt for his own world, he was no longer a stranger here. He was Sawada Tsunayoshi. He was family, and he had been accepted, even if not by all. Just one had been enough.

"Tsuna," Yamamoto said gently, hands cupping Tsuna's face. "Hey, Tsuna. You're okay. We're all here for you."

Tsuna nodded, tears still blinding him and creating a blurry outlook. He couldn't see the others clearly, but he knew that they had risen from their seats the moment he had started crying. Oh how he had missed their concern, even if he felt guilty for eliciting it.

"I know," Tsuna whispered. "I know you are."

Tsuna had eventually stopped blubbering, but he had been practically worn out by the time he had finished. Yamamoto couldn't help but take pity on the poor boy, knowing that Tsuna was probably wrung out mentally, physically, and emotionally. So Yamamoto had gathered Tsuna up—blanket and all—and ignored any and all protest, settling him on his lap and tucking the boy's head under his chin.

Tsuna had struggled weakly for a moment, but then just resigned himself to his fate, settling down and listening to the rest of the meeting. No one said anything about Tsuna's acceptance or anything else like it. This was purely a war council, now.

Yamamoto knew Tsuna was listening to Iemitsu's rantings about army numbers, even if Tsuna didn't seem like he was paying any attention. There was no way someone like Tsuna, who concerned himself with everything that had to do with his family, wasn't going to pass up this opportunity to gather some information on this war.

After Tsuna had started crying, the guardians had settled down quite a bit. Conversation steered away from Iemitsu's accusation, and instead, everyone started to focus on the bigger problem. What to do now that Tsuna from the past was stuck here.

Shoichi's machine was a no go. According to Spanner, they weren't going to be able to fix the damage to the machine in time for the execution to the plan. Apparently the premature opening of the portal and the fact that they had accidentally ripped a hole in the past, things weren't really boding well for Tsuna's return.

Yamamoto guessed Tsuna was probably feeling horribly guilty for that, even though it really wasn't his fault. But, Tsuna was the type to blame himself. If he wasn't feeling guilty or sad or depressed after hearing Spanner speak, then Yamamoto was a flying pig.

After getting that out of the way, Iemitsu had started chattering on about this mission and that mission and things that Yamamoto didn't really find important. Instead of listening, Yamamoto's thoughts turned to other things. Like Reborn.

Reborn was sitting by Iemitsu, looking as stoic as ever. He looked like he was paying attention, but Yamamoto knew that Reborn could multitask really well. When Reborn's eyes flickered over to Tsuna's still form and then back to Iemitsu, Yamamoto couldn't help but heave a sigh. So this was still about Tsuna.

"What do you think, Takeshi?" Hayato asked, pulling the swordsman's attention away from Reborn.

Yamamoto looked over at his fellow guardian, not understanding the question at first. Then he laughed, realizing that he probably should have been paying a little more attention since he was a guardian. For some reason, they always seemed too ask his opinion.

"About what?" he asked good-naturedly.

Gokudera just slapped a hand to his forehead, grumbling about how swordsman were good for nothing idiots that thought with their muscles rather than their brains. Yamamoto just chuckled lightly as Gokudera went on.

"He's asking about how you think your mission will go since you're no longer leading it," Reborn put in. "Because of the meeting, we had to pull everyone off of their missions and replace them with high ranking Family members. How do you think yours will go?"

Yamamoto shrugged. It wasn't as if his had been a hard mission. Just a supply run for the base. "They'll probably be fine. My trainees are pretty strong."

Gokudera sighed and leaned into his hand. "Why aren't you paying attention, you idiot?"

Yamamoto's lips quirked up into a smile. They had the whole table's attention, and though it should have been disconcerting, he was used to these people. He knew them enough to know that this wouldn't affect anything. And besides, it wasn't like this was the first time Gokudera had reprimanded him.

"I was thinking."

"What could a sword freak like you possibly have to think about?"

Yamamoto wrapped his arms tighter around the Tsuna bundle, answering the bomber silently. Tsuna was one of the most important people in his life. Why wouldn't he think about him when something like this was happening?

Gokudera sighed, understanding what he was trying to say but not why he was trying to say it. Yamamoto didn't blame Gokudera for that, of course. Gokudera didn't see things quite the same way as Yamamoto did.

"What we need to talk about is the resonance plan," Iemitsu said suddenly, snapping everyone's attention to himself. "This isn't going to work like this."

"And why not?" Mukuro asked, his voice calm and level but his eyes screaming death, rage, and pain. "Why wouldn't it work? If Tsunayoshi trains, he may be able to pull out the power in time."

"Every single one of you is a moron if you think that the Tsuna from the past can help us at all," Iemitsu hissed. "You are all forgetting one important thing."

Yamamoto frowned. "What?"

Reborn sat up suddenly, cursing under his breath. Then he glared at Iemitsu. "You've got to be kidding me."

Tsuna's father snorted. "There is no way in hell I would even think about joking about something like this."

"Damn," Reborn growled. "Damn it all to hell."

Dino, Hibari, Mukuro, Chrome, Ryohei, and Yamamoto all stared at the hitman. The only time he had ever seen the man so riled up was at the inheritance ceremony six months ago when the Ninth had been killed and Tsuna had killed the Argine spy. Iemitsu didn't seem bothered by Reborn's swearing, which was a little odd, but it was Gokudera that Yamamoto thought had the oddest reaction.

The bomber was staring at the table, not Reborn, first of all. And second of all, he was hewing on his lip. Gokudera was thinking, and Yamamoto could almost see the gears turning in his head. The silver-haired teen was catching on to whatever it was that had Reborn so riled up.

"What's extremely going on?" Ryohei asked, looking back and forth between Iemitsu and Reborn.

"The Vongola Gear."

Yamamoto looked to Gokudera and at the same time, he felt Tsuna twitch curiously in his arms.

"What about it?" Yamamoto asked, not liking where this was going. "What does the Vongola Gear have to do with the…oh."

Yamamoto blinked. It had finally hit him. They had the Vongola Gear, but Tsuna had the original Vongola Ring. They had no idea if they would still resonate together if Tsuna, at the core, didn't have the Vongola Gear like his future self. They hadn't tested it with the Ring since Tsuna wasn't strong enough to control it yet, but it had never even occurred to Yamamoto that this could be a problem.

"It's all Vongola," Chrome put in. "It has to work, right?"

"Not necessarily," Hibari said, his eyes narrowing. "The Vongola Gear was created with our own wills, not the wills of our ancestors. The herbivores ring was released by Primo. Who knows what it'll do."

"What are you…." Tsuna hesitated, sluggishly sitting up to face the others. "What are you talking about? Vongola Gear?"

"You'll understand in the future," Yamamoto said gently. "For now, just think of it kind of like an upgrade. But we're not sure if the upgrades will resonate with the original. Does that make sense?"

Tsuna stared at him and for a moment, all Yamamoto could take in was the shadows underneath his eyes and the exhausted look on his pale face. The poor kid was probably more than done with today.

Instead of speaking again, Tsuna just nodded and tucked himself back into the blanket. Yamamoto wrapped his arms around the boy again and everyone else settled down.

"There's no point in worrying about something so trivial," Mukuro finally said. "Either it works or it doesn't. We have no other choice if we want to win."

Gokudera glared at the illusionist, hackles raised. "You bastard! Who do you-?"

"As much as I hate to admit it," Dino interrupted, "Mukuro is right. It's a gamble that we're going to have to take. We're out of options."

"Kufufu. Glad I'm not the only one," Mukuro said. "This war has gone on for far too long. The Vongola has to be the ones to end it or else this mafia family will be eradicated. That's bad news for me since the Argine seems to associate me with the Vongola. If the Vongola falls, no one will make it out alive."

And with those morbid words, Mukuro gestured to Chrome and the two illusionists left the room without a glance behind them. Yamamoto laughed. Well, Mukuro wasn't wrong, and even if his priorities weren't exactly straight, he had the right idea.

"I guess this meeting's over then," Yamamoto said cheerfully.

Letting Dino pull Tsuna into a standing position (which was really just Tsuna blinking heavily while he was vertical and Dino was supporting most of the boy's weight), Yamamoto stood up and stretched. Dino swept Tsuna off of his feet and carried Tsuna bridle style out of the room. Yamamoto waved to the others and followed Dino out.

"Where is he staying?" Dino asked.

Yamamoto smiled. "Bring him to my room. I really don't want him to be alone after that."

Dino nodded and stepped into the elevator, Yamamoto on his heels.

They hadn't gotten much settled in that meeting, Yamamoto realized. It had basically just been a means to get Tsuna to understand that they trusted him and they just needed him to trust them back. And thankfully, Tsuna had understood. He had accepted them as much as they accepted him, and Yamamoto couldn't help but feel happy at that accomplishment, war stuff be damned.

And so, even if their world was collapsing under a war between two mafia families, Yamamoto couldn't help but think that this was the happiest he had found himself in a long time.

So, yeah. Like I said. Lots of things got settled in this chapter and things are going to start really picking up. Like with Tsuna's training and stuff. There will be more action in the next chapter, I promise. Also, we're stepping closer to the Reborn's problem with Tsuna. Eventually I'll get there. '-.- Maybe.

I am exhausted, though, so I'm hoping that everything made sense and there weren't any errors. It's been a long day and as I was typing this, my dad was admitted to the hospital, so I was really pouring all of my feelings into this one while I waited to hear any news. Pleas tell me what you guys think, and if you guys have any questions I promise to do my best to answer them.

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