Disclaimer: I don't own Ghost Hunt in any way, shape, or form. I just like to play with the characters.

Warnings: The violence, injury descriptions, and suicidal thoughts have now started, and will continue - if any of this will upset you, please don't read further.

Thanks: Thank you for the reviews, I'm glad you're both enjoying the story so far ChoralMusic and End-Theory-Confirmed, and I hope everyone following along continues to do so. Enjoy!


Monday Night - in a Cave


Houshou didn't so much wake as rise to the surface of consciousness, propelled by shivering. The cold, hard ground leaching heat from him was strange because he also felt warm, almost on fire. It was a cruel, unusual dual perspective. Almost like the ice/fire torture the spirit had done earlier, before John and Ayako had joined.

"... think he's sick... fever.."

Oh. Gotta fever.

That made sense. Little food, repeatedly injured, and stone cold wasn't just a metaphor. Most people would be sick. Ayako and John would become sick.

I can't let that happen.

"... can we do?"

Nothing. I lost the medicine bag.

"... could... bag..."

Houshou's brain was trying to piece together who was talking and what they were talking about; surprisingly hard at the moment. Thoughts melded, molded, maneuvered into place. Ayako. John. The cave. And that bastard of a spirit. He groaned, and the voices stopped.

"Bou-san? Are you okay?"

He pried open his eyes to see an out-of-focus John peering down at him, frowning.

Really? Do I look okay?

"No," he admitted, trying to turn over on his side. Every muscle hurt, every nerve felt like it was on fire.

I can't continue like this.

Ayako dropped down in front of him; Houshou turned his head.

She's got cuts and bruises all over her. Damnit it Houshou, you're supposed to protect them.

"You're running a bit of a fever." She held a cold hand against his head. If her fingers were the ice cream they felt like, they would have melted, running down into his hair. "I was just... just trying to explain to John."

We need to learn sign language He remembered she couldn't see. Or... something.

"Water?" he croaked.

Ayako waved her arms, not stopping until John touched her shoulder. Then she made a drinking motion which had John nodding, moving off to fetch a cup and filling it from the stream.

"...you two seem semi-comfortable." It was the quickest he'd seen the two interact since they'd all been brought together.

"We've figured out the quickest way to communicate. I wave until he sees me, he touches me to show that he's nearby, and then I play charades. It's easier for him to talk to me to be honest."

Houshou blinked, hearing what she was saying. The words at least. The gist was a little harder to get.

Water. That'll help.

John was god sent when he came back, handing the bottle over. Drinking deeply helped the burning ease, letting his throat calm down and his scattered thoughts collect themselves. He gave the empty bottle back to John.

"Feel better?"

He hesitated, then nodded, giving a small grin at John's wide smile.

A little bit at least. We've still got to figure out how to escape.

this is not working

Houshou groaned again.

Great. Just what we needed.

"Shut. Up."

Ayako joined in.

"Ugh. That thing again."

time is running out

Is it worried...?

"Let us go then," said Ayako, standing up. John pushed against one shoulder so that she was facing the spirit.

They must have figured out their system when I was unconscious.

Houshou looked around the room, ignoring the spirit and trying to find something, anything that could help them out. Something out of place caught his eyes, a shinier area of the ground where everything else was dull.

Is that my tokkosho?

He couldn't remember when or where he'd last seen it.

John had taken it, right? Or had the spirit knocked it into the darkness?

His head was a puzzle, with pieces missing or plain gone. Houshuo huffed. Kinda like how his body felt, with pieces injured or wrong.

something must be done the dreams are not working

Maybe Ayako or John found it and moved it?

In equal amounts to neither jostle his injuries nor catch the attention of the others, he inched his way towards it.

Probably leaving a snail trail of blood he snickered at the morbid thought.

"We're not willing to be here any longer!" shouted Ayako. Houshou used the sound of her voice to lunge for his weapon, covering any noise he made. Checking behind him, he let out sigh. Both John and Ayako were still facing the spirit and hadn't heard him. His fingers tightened on the hilt, holding the tokkosho to his chest. Something so minor, and yet his chest heaved and his head swam as if he had climbed Mt. Fuji.

Okay,. I've got it back. It's a start.

He tried to think back to when he'd used it last.

...I forgot... did this hurt the spirit? Or did it not work?

you are not to be let go

Then we're going to have to force you thought Bou-san, anger making his thoughts burn a bit clearer. He loosened his grip and worked the small dagger into a place that he could quickly grab it. He was weaker with his left hand, but there was no other choice. I'm not sure I can move my right hand anymore.

"May your soul burn forever if you keep us here." From his viewpoint, he could see John rub Ayako's shoulder. Something besides her verbal threat must have alerted the priest that she was furious.

Body language for the win.

i know... i shall bring the next person here

"No!" snapped Houshou, his focus instantly on the spirit. With the tokkosho hidden from view, he used a nearby rock wall to stand on unsteady feet. Spots and pixels objected to the plan, floating to blur whole areas into monochrome swaths. Ayako turned at his voice, which prompted John to see what was happening.

"Bou-san, sit down," he said, hurrying towards him, smaller John being kind enough to slip a shoulder under the lesser injured side.

Not that I know... which one that is. Houshou tried to think past the pain, to gather his thoughts into something coherent. If it attacks again that puts Lin in danger... as long as Osamu and Masako are still far enough away. Then Naru. And finally Mai.

"I think you'll find Lin and Naru a bit harder to chew on than picking us off one by one," said Ayako, her voice strong and sure.

Maybe... if they work together at least... but if he captures Lin like he did with us...

"And using Mai to attack Houshou only shows that you were afraid of him!"

I'm not sure about that. It said that Mai and I were connected, right? Houshou squeezed his eyes tightly, using what little of his energy remained to search through his memories. He needs me to feed from her, I remember that. Was there something else?

"Bou-san, are you okay?" John's voice was worried. "Open your eyes please."

"John, what happened? Houshou?"

"I'm fine," Houshou said, prying his eyes open, his voice cracking at the end. "Just... thinking."

"Don't scare me like that," sighed Ayako. "I can't see you, I can only hear what you or John say."

He saw her shoulders shudder, then slump. Letting John know he wanted to be next to her, the two of them made their way closer, making sure that neither of them caught any of the rocks on the ground. Finally, he found a place where he could sit, a leveled rock with a flat back. The priest went back to help Ayako, find a seat, and then the three of them sat there.

"Is the spirit still here?" asked Ayako, sniffing. Jphn watched her mouth, trying the shapes out for himself.

"No." Houshou looked around, shaking his head. "I don't see it. Or feel it."

"I just... I'm worried."

"I know. We all are."

"I can't wait until I get my hearing back," said John, rolling his eyes. "Watching the two of you speak but not being able to know what's going on is horrible." Houshou snorted.

I hope that happens. It should. The spirit keeps making both your senses work and not work. Take it out of the picture, and you two should go back to normal.

"And I want my sight back." Added Ayako, turning to where John and Houshou were, staring at the general area with unfocused eyes. "So I can see how injured you two are."

"Maybe we should have a writing pad," mused John. "For the next time this happens."

I hope this never happens again was Houshou's fervent thought. The cave? Fine. A malicious spirit that's managed to capture and torture three of us? I could live without.

"So... what's the new plan?" Ayako's voice was somehow both hopeful and resigned. "I don't think we should wait to see if it manages to capture Lin or Naru."

"Lin." Houshou cleared his throat. "Naru's closer to Mai. It'll go for Lin next."

"We could always try to get the backpack," offered Ayako, making gestures as if she was putting it on. John shook his head.

"I think the backpack's beyond our reach. Maybe we could find another way out of here?"

"How?" Bou-san pointed at the glowing purple. "Through that damned force field again?"

"Oh no, not that," John said when he followed the finger. "I don't think we can get through the barrier. I was wondering more if there was a tunnel near the top of the walls."

"Leading outside..." Ayako's voice tumbled over the words. "That's... that's not a bad idea. We've been so focused on the main entry way, there might actually be something else in here."

How are we going to look for that? Houshou wasn't under any illusions; there was no way he'd be able to climb anywhere.

"What about Bou-san?" asked Ayako.

The monk opened his hand to get John's attention. One finger. The two fingers pointing to his eyes, then moving away to scan the upper area.

"I think... I think he's saying to look first," said John, watching him. Houshou nodded. "Agreed, we need to look first to see if anything even exists. Ayako, warn me if something happens."

"How?" She laughed, cupping her hands to look like a megaphone. "Give a shout?"

Ayako shouting to John, who kept right on climbing until he hit a stalactite.

Houshous had to grin at that one. John look at him and rolled his eyes.

"Throw a rock near me."

Ayako throwing a rock and hitting John in the head.

Ayako snorted at what John said; Housohu snorted at the image in his mind.

Birds of a feather they say...

"I still can't see, do you want me to hit you instead?"

"I'll throw the rocks," said Houshou, feeling his lips quirk upwards. He pointed to himself and pantomimed throwing, so that John could get the idea.

"Oh, that's right... I guess you'll have to." John shook his head and sighed. He unbuttoned his cassock, folding it neatly so that it hung on a nearby rock, his shoes following. "Maybe I'm kind of glad that you can't see me Ayako. This is a little," he paused, looking down at his undershirt. "... embarrassing."

"Why?" Her head swiveled left and right, hoping to catch whatever it was that John was nervous about. "What are you doing?"

"Nothing embarrassing 'bout it," said Bou-san, his voice low. "You're still wearing a shirt. Ayako, he just took off his cassock to climb."

"Oh, is that all-wait, climb?" Ayako made as if to stand up, before she let out a cry of annoyance and stayed on the rock. "You're going to fall and hurt yourself! I thought you were just going to look, not try to climb however high the ceiling is in here! houshou, you tell him!"

"Ayako, he knows what he's doing," said Houshou, trying to soothe her.

I think. Please. let that God of his look over him. Any God. Let him either find something or come back down in one piece.

He didn't try to translate Ayako's warning, instead watching as John checked his grip, using his hands to guide him to the next place feet or fingers could fit. One of the rocks tumbled out when touched, crashing on the ground.

"Houshou!" snapped Ayako.

"He's fine!" The monk couldn't take his eyes off of John. "It was just a rock. Just a little rock."

"Um..." John's voice was a little muffled since he was facing the wall, but they could hear him well enough. "I know some rocks just fell down, I could feel them slipping. You guys don't need to worry about me, I promise. I used to go rock climbing when I was younger."

They didn't say anything, and Ayako was silent after that, plugging her ears. Houshou didn't blame her. But he watched. John climbing higher, and higher.

How far up is he going to go?

The monk knew the answer though.

As far and as high as he can, since he's going to give everything to get us out of here. Dammit John, be careful!

Half-spider, half-mountain goat, John made his way around the cavern. Houshou watched him stick his hand into each and every crevice he found, trying to see if they could be the way out. Dead leaves showered to the floor most of the time, though a couple of other surprises tumbled out.

Houshoul heaved himself to his feet.

"Ayako, help me."

"How?"

"Just... prop me up for a while. Gotta put those punching muscles to go use, right?" He chuckled at the joke, but she didn't rise to the bait. He limped over to her, then settled his better shoulder over hers.

"I take it we're following John?" she asked.

"He's moved a bit away from us," said Houshou. "I'd like to keep close in case-" He bit his tongue at that.

In case he falls. In case that damned spirit comes back. In case of anything.

"Understood." The word was clipped, harsh, but he knew she was afraid.

We're all afraid.

He guided her, needing a bit more energy than earlier with John, since at least the priest had been able to see the path before him.

What happens if he can't find a way out? Houshou's brain toyed with the question, tossing up images from the case files. The children. The adults. The sprawled bodies. We can't let it bring Lin to us. We can't.

John let out a short shout, drawing Houshou's attention back up to him.

"Houshou?"

Well... that's an image I won't be able to forget.

John was holding on the wall with one hand, his other holding onto the middle of a snake's skeleton.

"It's... it's a snake..." said Houshou, eyes on the white bones. "He pulled a snake out of a hole."

Is that anything like a rabbit out of a hat?

"Was he bit is he okay?!"

"It's dead."

...does that mean it could't find a way out? Or did it just come here to die?

"That sounds disgusting," said Ayako, wrinkling her nose in disgust.

"John doesn't seem too pleased either," huffed Houshou.

By this point, the Australian had apparently shoved the snake back into it's tomb and was currently wiping his hand against his undershirt, talking to himself but not loud enough for the ground crew to join the conversation.

"Better him than me," she said.

"Hey... I feel something familiar," John called out, craning his neck to look down at Houshou and Ayako "Can you sense it?"

"As long as it's not a snake," muttered Ayako.

"No... I feel it too," said Houshou.

It felt like home. Comfortableness and warmth and happiness. Protection. Slender. Snakish?

"Lin's shinki!" Houshou felt his spirits soar.

"It finally found us?!"

"Hey guys!" John's was looking back up at the hold, his voice loud, colored over in happiness. "I think it's Lin's shiki!"

no

"Shit," said Ayako. "Did you hear-"

"John!" shouted Houshou.

He can't hear you you idiot! Throw something! Get his attention!

i refuse to let that weak spirit spoil my meal

"John!" screamed Ayako. Houshou fell to his knees, sweeping a hand over the floor for a rock he could throw. Some pebbles, one or two slightly larger ones, but nothing else. He threw one, muffling a curse. "Houshou, what are you doing?"

"Throwing... rocks..." he panted, aiming another one since the first had failed at its job. "Like I said... I would." The second one didn't do anything either. Each throw was costing him double; his shoulder was screaming at every movement, and his energy levels were flagging.

John! Get down, it's not safe up there!

"Guys, this is great! They'll know exactly where to find us now."

not if I kill it first

Why is it when I want him to hear that thrice-damned spirit he can't?!

"John!" yelled Houshou, throwing one of the larger ones. It stuck John in the back, wrenching a cry of surprise and pain out of him. It did the job though. "Ayako, help me show him that he needs to get down!"

The priest was turning around when they all felt a wave of energy. Rocks skittering down the wall. There was an intense shaking beneath their feet, welling up from ground. Ayako let out a curse and Houshou looked up to see John's feet swinging out from the wall.

die

Nonononononono!

"John!"

In slow motion, Houshou saw a foot scrape against the walls again, this time joined by a hand slipping from its grip. John let out a shout of fear.

Shit shit shit what can we do?!

"Hang on John!"

"What's going on?" asked Ayako, continuing to motion for John to get to the ground. "I felt that, what was it?"

"Doesn't matter what it was," snarled Houshou.

Doesn't matter if the spirit just killed our way out here his mind mocked.Sure it does.

"John's in trouble."

"How?"

"Dangling by a hand," Housohu said, watching the priest tying to regain control.

And he can fall at any time. What happens if we got another one of those blasts?

"John!" Ayako called out. "Can you get down on your own?"

"Um..." John's voice was right on the edge of panicking . "If you're seeing me, don't worry. I think I can get down. Maybe."

He reached out to grab a ledge... and missed.

"Try again!" Houshou called out, even though he knew John couldn't hear him. His heart was lodged in his throat. "You can do it!"

How high up is he? Ten meters? Eleven meters? He's going to break something if he falls!

John let out a yelp, his feet pinwheeling. Larger rocks began to tumble down, cracking. Houshou grabbed Ayako and moved her out of the danger zone.

"Stay here," he said.

"Bou-san? Why? What are you doing?"

"Getting John."

"You can't, you're too-"

"And you can't see to climb your way up," he lashed out, ignoring the hurt look on her face. "He's going to fall Ayako. I have to help."

"I can't see you, but I can smell the blood that clings. You're injured Bou-san. Badly injured. Have trust that John can make his way down again, you can't climb."

"Watch me," muttered Houshou. He reached out for a handhold and let out a sharp cry as his hand obeyed, but only with an outpouring of pain

Doesn't matter. My hand doesn't work? Fine.

Mouth bared in a silent snarl, Houshou used a rock against his elbow to propel him up.

"Huh," he breathed, a little surprised at lifting himself off of the ground. "Hurts like hell but it works."

And what are you going to do when you get to John? Offer him a hand?

Ignoring his inner voice, the monk began to propel himself upwards, Ayako yelling from below that he was going to hurt himself, and John reciting prayers to a Saint Jude over his head. About a meter up he realized that the soft curses he was letting flow were taking away air and energy, so he climb the next two meters silently, the only sounds made by him were harsh breathing and a rattling cough.

I'm going to fall. I'm going to fall and no one will be able to help John. What that the hell was I thinking, trying to climb?

Houshou froze. Something was near him, breathing its warmth onto jis face. Comforting. Helpful.

"Go tell Lin," he said, recognizing the shiki. "Find Lin."

found you

"Oh shit." Houshou braced himself, and sure enough, a shock wave hit, erasing the pleasant feeling and replacing it with a wind chill spiking the marrow of his bones.

"What just happened? I almost had the ledge this time, was it the spirit again?" asked John.

Houshou felt a trembling in the rocks he was braced against. Then, a thick-sounding snap. His left side fell into space.

"Shitshitshitshitshit!" he cursed, closing his eyes so that his brain didn't try to calculate how high up he was.

Don't let go! He commanded his right side.

"Bou-san! Get back down before you fall!"

"Not helping Ayako," he said through gritted teeth, a burning pain shooting through his remaining arm, and the legs that had tried to take up the brunt gravity had given .

Okay, this was a bad idea, a very bad idea. He looked up to see John staring down at him, horror written all over his friend's face.

"Bou-san, stay there!" John yelled out. "Hang on!"

Houshou tried to see how John was going to get his hold back, but the inch-by-inch slippage of his position from the wall was more important.

Fingers, don't you dare!

One of the rocks he was standing on decided to give way, clattering to the bottom and leaving him with only one purchase for his elbow and one for the remaining foot. To hold his entire body. His pained, quivering body. He looked up, John miraculously closer by about three meters. And then, with John's blue eyes and mouth widening. Houshou felt the last of his grip slip away. He fell.

Air. Wind. Thud. The pain from his his back, his shoulders was quickly followed by his head hitting the ground. He lay there dazed and

fucj

"John?" Ayako's voice wobbled in and out. Doppler.

waht hapened?

"Ayako!" yelled John. "Houshou fell! Go left"

houshou fell adn deid I's ded

"Gods and spirits I knew this was going to happen Bou-san, where are you you stupid monk!" The jaggedness to Ayako's voice betrayed her worry. "Say something!"

"Left!" shouted John.

mebbe ded is gud. His mind tried to piece letters together to make words. ded... no connect. no link.

"More left!"

Housohu moaned as something hit him.

"Are you okay?" asked Ayako. "Bou-san? Houshou, answer me! Say something, anything."

He opened his mouth, and quickly began to choke on vomit.

"Shit that's not good," muttered Ayako. Hands fell upon his side, and in one push of pain, he was off his back and vomiting onto the ground.

you are ruining everything you miserable piece of spirit

A blow rippled through the cavern, followed by another, then by John's voice praying to God.

and you are annoying me

Houshou heard a cry, which ended after a thump.

taths importnat his brain prodded. listen

"Ayako, how's Houshou?"

John's voice was breathy, shallow.

he's tyring not to cyr his brain told him. thikn. think of somehting.

"He's not sounding good, and he's not saying anything. Houshou, say something. Talk. I need to hear you."

"fuck," he breathed, coughing out vile tastes laced with copper.

ohfuckeverythinghurts

He closed his eyes, but tears still ran down his face.

"...thank the gods. Where do you hurt?"

"Check. John."

There were a couple minutes of silence, and Houshou almost went to sleep before someone spoke again.

"No, you need to check Bou-san first!" insisted John. "All that hurts is my wrist, he's the one that landed on his back! And I think I saw him hit his head!"

Houshou made a noise.

I know. hit my head. No gud idea came though.

"John. Give me your hand." She must have put her own hand out because John gave a heavy sigh.

"Ow! That hurts!"

"It feels like you broke it." Houshou heard the ripping sound of fabric; Ayako was probably binding John's wrist as tightly as she could, if the spluttering sounds were any indication. Then there was a soft touch to his temple.

"Houshou. No sleeping just yet. What hurts?"

"'verythin'."

A sigh.

"I know. What specifically?"

"back." He hissed as gentle hands trailed across it. "head."

"John said you hit it. How many fingers am I holding up?"

He squinted, then forced his eyes open wider.

"three."

"One," she corrected gently. "You've most likely got a concussion. if John gets some water, do you think you can keep it down?"

anything... rid me of that natsy tsate.

"yeah."

A dripping wet water bottle was opened near him.

"Open your mouth," said John. "I'll rinse first."

If he'd had any energy, he would have been embarrassed at being treated like a kid. As it was, he was grateful to get the taste of puke out of his mouth.

"Okay," said Ayako. "That's it. The two of you are sitting down. No more climbing, no more games, nothing. I can't sit here and... and listen to this anymore. Lin's shiki was here. We'll have to trust in that connection. Even if it's dead, I'm sure Lin will know where it is."

The words hung in Houshou's mind, folding in and over each other as others were dredged up from memory.

Connection... dead... Mai... connection... dead adults, dead kids... all dead... because of the connection!

He inhaled sharply, then gagged.

"Bou-san, are you okay?"

"Fine," he rasped, thinking. It was as if he could finally see things clearly.

My connection to Mai. that's the starting point. She's connected... to me, and if that connection is broken, it's gone. And it can be broken if one of us is dead.

Houshou's breathing quickened.

That's what I'll have to do.

"Bou-san? Are you okay?"

He nodded.

Yes.

"Yeah... yeah, I think so... I think we're... going to be okay." Houshou smiled. The more he thought about it, the more correct it seemed.

I know how to end this. Them suffering... it's because of my selfishness.

And when he felt the warmth of his tokkosho against his chest, snug in it's hiding spot... he knew he was right.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry Ayako. John. This is going to be harder on you than me. But it's my selfishness that keeping us trapped here. At the mercy of that spirit. So it's only right that it'll be my selfishness that will get you out of this. I can't have you hurt anymore. I can't have anyone else hurt because of me.

"Ayako, can you and John... "he racked his brain trying to think of what would send them away. "...search for the spirit? I think... I felt it near the entrance."

She gave him a look, only slightly unfocused.

"Really?

"Mmm-hmm."

"John." He watched as she put a hand on his shoulder, then motioned toward the entrance. John looked back at Houshou, and the monk forced his kindest, nicest smile. It must have worked. John mirrored his fake happiness, then moved with Ayako toward the shimmering barrier.

He grabbed his tokkosho. Placed the cold blade against his warm skin.

Not the way I wanted to leave this world. But it's a way I'm willing to go if it saves everyone else.

He gasped as it sliced into him; then he bit his lip. Hard. Repeated the action to the other side, shakier and not at all straight.

Quiet... can't give the game away. Is it supposed to go across or up?

The warmth was beginning to thicken, spilling out over his arm to puddle against the side of his body. Then, even flat against the floor, the room lurched sideways.

what did you do

"Changed... the game." Words were hard to make, requiring too much effort.

"...Bou-san?"

John. Damn that spirit. I didn't want them to have to watch.

no no this is impossible

Impossible because no one's done it before? Or impossible because... Houshou blinked, and the thought was gone. So was a lot of the pain actually. Gotta be close. I feel numb.

"Houshou." John's voice was soft. Hurt. "That's... that's a sin."

"John, what happened?" Ayako was waving her hands frantically, unsure if she had the priest's attention.

you can not do this to me

"I can," coughed Houshou. "Will. Did."

"What's going on? What did he do?!"

"See you... on the... other side." Houshou stopped craning his neck to look at them, instead laying back and looking at the foggy ceiling. When did fog get in here?

"John!" snapped Ayako.

"He's bleeding," said John. It was strange to hear him, that vibrant voice so lackluster. "Bad. At the wrists."

There was a pause.

"Takigawa Houshuo you're not going to die, I'm going to kill you myself!" shrieked Ayako.

ow... what would life be...without that voice...? He laughed, but there was no sound to it.

"John, put my hands-" she broke off with a scream of rage. "You'd better see me and take me to his wrists, John. John? Look over here and guide me we're running out of time dammit!"

"Everlasting Father, for the sake of the love which Thou didst bear to St. Joseph..."

Houshou's eyes slid shut. He could still hear his two coworkers, but now their voices sounded garbled, buzzing in and out of focus.

must... be blood... loss

"... whom Thou didst chose above all to occupy Thy place on earth, have mercy on us and on those who are dying..."

More warmth at his chest. He flinched, then screamed as slender fingers scrabbled across his arms, scratching against the cuts he'd made.

"You're going to be screaming for a long time Houshou, if I have anything to say for it." The fire in his right wrist was replaced with one kindled on his left.

"John! Bandages!" she yelled, half crying. "Damnit Houshou! Why did you do this?"

save... you...

The last few words echoed, as if he was hearing them through a tunnel, or in a dome.

"Houshou? Houshou?! No... no you're not doing this, you can't do this to me, to us! Come back here Takigawa Houshou, right this instant! Houshou!"

safe

He smiled.


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