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Chapter 13

Can't you see?

There's a feeling that's come over me

Close my eyes

You're the only one that leaves me, completely breathless

-"You Set Me Free"

Michelle Branch

Did I hear her right?

Because I know what I thought I heard, but, that can't be right…

Can it?

I mean, we have been…'dating'….for almost 2 months.

I guess it would make sense but…did she say it to me?

Or did she say it to her wife?

Suddenly, there is an explosion of applause, startling us.

I realize that we, along with the music, have stopped, and all eyes are on us.

"That was amazing, Your Majesty!" exclaims the Duke, walking over to us. Great. "I thought you said you didn't dance?"

"Uh-hum, I don't," Elsa blushes. "But that didn't stop my wife from forcing me to anyways."

She gives me a cheeky grin and a wink.

"Well, I'm glad she did! That was quite a sight to see!" responds the Duke.

Elsa inclines her head, still blushing. "Thank you. But I couldn't have done it without Anna. She's really improved since the last time we danced."

She smiles at me, and I can't help but smile back, despite my internal conflict.

She's just so beautiful when she smiles and she seems so happy.

I make myself a promise to make her smile like this again. As many times as I can.

My smile broadens as she begins to beam with pride and brings my hand to her lips once again.

Her touch is always cool, but I mind less and less.

I kind of like it.

Whoa` there, Anna. Down girl.

We're not married.

Not really.

Take it slow.

Elsa lowers my hand, as if reading my mind.

"Sorry," she mouths silently, then steps closer to whisper "this just feels so right…t-to have you again."

I give her a small smile again, but I can't help my brows from coming together.

I must look insane.

"What is it?" Elsa furrows her brows.

She cups my cheek and I find myself forgetting what was bothering me.

Again.

She's really good at that.

"Um…" I begin. "Nothing," I say softly and cover her hand on my cheek with mine.

She's right.

This feels…right.

Elsa's brilliant smile returns.

Even her eyes are smiling at me, but the smile vanishes at something she sees over my shoulder.

I turn.

What the F-

Before I can finish the thought, a mountain—literally, a freakin' mountain!—of snow hurls into me and I land flat on my back with an "oof!"

Now I've been in my fair share of snow fights, but I'm just a tad surprised that it's the snow fighting me.

"Marshmallow!" I hear Elsa scold the ginormous snow beast.

The thing makes a sad growling noise before it lifts me off the floor, only to throw me at Elsa so that I land clumsily in her arms.

Elsa tuts with a barely stifled smirk, but I'm rolling up my sleeves.

Figuratively, of course.

"It is not nice to throw people!" I shout, Elsa holding me back.

"Easy, feisty pants," Elsa laughs under her breath. "Marshmallow's just happy to see you again, right?"

The abominable snowman before me nods his head enthusiastically, almost losing his…is that a tiny crown!?

Suddenly, I feel something…twiggy wrap around my torso.

I look down, only to see the same smaller snowman from earlier. "Hi Anna!"

It takes all my willpower not to scream.

Then the thing smiles.

I feel my eye twitch.

Magic.

This shit is going to kill me someday.

"Are you all right, Princess?" someone asks me with a wry chuckle.

Tall. Blonde. Bitch lip.

I'd know her anywhere.

"Aurora?!" I ask in complete surprise, dusting snow off of my dress, as I try to untangle myself from the smaller snowman—Olaf, if I remember correctly.

"That's Princess Aurora, Princess Anna," Aurora rolls her eyes before yawning and stretching. "I know you're still new to the whole 'royalty' thing, but really, is it that hard?"

"Honestly, Aurora, we're all royalty here. Must we keep up the formalities?" a familiar voice asks.

"Snow!" Elsa grins. She grabs my hand as she makes her way to the girl's side. "How are you? It's been ages!"

I blow air up toward my bangs in a huff.

Apparently we're past the whole abominable snowman assaulting me in the middle of a ball.

Then I see him.

I freeze.

At least it feels like the fear, the anger—no the rage—keeps me frozen to the spot.

Because if I move, I'll kill him.

I'll fucking kill him.

Elsa goes pale when she sees my expression, but appears relieved when she sees him.

What?

Shouldn't she be…afraid?

Furious?

Why isn't she calling the guards?

"Elsa…" I hiss in her ear, "What the hell is he doing here!?"

She turns to me, guilt apparent on her face.

"I, um, invited him?" she says uncertainly.

"WHAT!?" I explode.

The ballroom goes silent, and everyone looks at me in surprise.

"S-sorry," I say, blushing, "c-carry on."

I grab Elsa's arm, pulling her in close.

"Can I talk to you for a minute? Alone?" I hiss.

She nods, a slight fear in her eyes.

Good.

"If you'll excuse us, I need to have a talk with my wife," I say, before dragging Elsa into the nearest hallway, not giving the two astonished princesses a chance to answer.

I'm so angry, it doesn't even register that it's the first time I didn't stumble over the word 'wife.'

"Ooh, she's in trouble!" I hear Aurora whisper to Snow.

"Shut up, Aurora," she retorts.

We reach the hallway, and as soon as the doors close, encasing us in silence, I turn on her.

"What. The. Fuck?" I say, through clenched teeth.

It's a miracle that I was able to form cohesive words.

I'm trying real hard not to yell.

I'm trying to give her a chance to explain.

But, fuck is it hard.

I swear I've never been so angry in my life.

Elsa backs away from me, hands up in surrender. "C-calm down, Anna. I-it's not what you think."

"Then what exactly is it, Elsa? Please, enlighten me as to why you invited Hans, the man who shot you, your ex-fiancé, to a ball at your palace?" I growl, shaking with rage, "Because I swear to God, Elsa, if you don't give me a good reason, right now, I am going to march out there and kill him with my bare fucking hands!"

Elsa's eyes widen. "Whoa, Anna. There's no need for violence!"

I cross my arms, shooting daggers at her. "You're joking."

Now it's her turn to glare at me. "No, I'm not. I can't have you running around killing my guests, Anna!"

"Your guest? He shouldn't be your guest, Elsa! He tried to fucking kill you!" I nearly yell. "What the hell were you thinking!? God, are you fucking insane? Do you have a death wish!?"

She huffs, crossing her arms as well. "Are you going to let me explain, or are you just going to stand there, yelling at me?"

I narrow my eyes, and expel air angrily out of my nostrils.

I need to calm down before I do something rash.

Like strangling someone.

An auburn haired, sideburn growing someone.

I close my eyes and take a few deep breaths.

After a minute or two, I look at Elsa. "Proceed."

Her eyes narrow slightly at my tone, but she continues.

"Prince Hans has been our friend for almost 4 years, Anna. That's why I invited him," she says curtly.

That's it?

That's the explanation I get?

Are you fucking kidding me!?

I stare at Elsa for a few moments in disbelief.

"That's it?" I say incredulous, "That's all I get? You told me you've only known him for a few months!"

Elsa sighs.

"I said I've known Hans for a few months. Prince Hans, however, I've known for nigh on 6 years. How was I supposed to know he was the bad guy? Though…I guess I should have seen it coming after the whole 'I'm going to kill you for your thrown' incident…" she trails off, her eyes widening as she realizes what she just said. "Oh no—"

"WHAT? HE'S TRIED TO KILL YOU BEFORE!?" I explode cutting her off, no longer able to hold back. "That's it! That's the last straw! I'm gonna kill him! I'm gonna fucking kill him!"

I start marching to the doors, when I feel a cool hand on my arm, holding me back.

"Elsa, let me go," I say as calmly as I can.

Which isn't very.

"No. Not until you calm down," she responds.

I'm about to retort, when the doors open revealing a worried looking Kristoff.

"Hey guys, everything okay?" he asks timidly, trying to gage our moods.

Elsa speaks up first, cutting off my response. "Everything's fine, Kristoff. I was trying to remind Anna that Hans is our friend now. Her injury's caused some memory loss, so you can imagine how upset she was when she saw him here."

Understanding floods Kristoff's features. "I can see why she'd be angry, especially after the 'if only there was someone who loved you' fiasco. I don't really blame you Anna, I almost killed him myself after he just left you to die—"

"Not helping, Kristoff," growls Elsa.

"Right, sorry. But, yeah. You guys forgave him after he fell in love with Princess Snow, and saved her life," he finishes.

…

"Him and…Snow!?" I screech mortified, "Are you serious!?"

"Of course, why wouldn't I be?" he says nonchalantly.

I blink a few times in rapid succession, before sighing and pinching the bridge of my nose.

"Explain to me," I say, eyes still shut, "how, exactly, did that happened again?"

"Something about an apple, and true love's kiss. I-I don't really remember the story, hehe," says Kristoff, rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

I look at the two of them for a few moments, before sighing and running a hand through my bangs.

"All right, all right. Fine," I say, "I won't strangle him. But I still don't trust him, so don't expect me to act all buddy-buddy."

Elsa smiles in relief. "Thank you, Anna."

I deflate slightly, and smile in return, as she takes my hand, placing a gentle kiss on my knuckles.

"Shall we head back?" she asks, "They're probably wondering where we are."

I hesitate, then nod, allowing her to lead us back into the fray.

We approach Snow and Aurora, and I blush a deep red as they both raise an eyebrow at me.

"Have a nice talk?" teases Snow, and, if possible, I blush even deeper.

"Anna was having some…memory problems, due to her injuries. She saw your husband and freaked," explains Elsa, and now it's my turn to raise my eyebrows.

Husband?

Wow, it's more serious than I thought.

Snow looks confused, then understanding crosses her face. "Oh. Ooooh! Well that's…awkward. What's the last thing she remembers about him?"

"Six years ago," says Elsa, and Snow flinches.

What happened six years ago?

I'll have to ask Elsa later.

Just then, the devil himself decides to join us.

"Elsa! Anna! It's good to see you! It's been too long! How have you been?" Hans asks, reaching in to hug us, first Elsa, and then me.

I immediately stiffen at the contact, and it takes all my willpower to not punch him in the face.

It's very tempting.

Noticing my wariness, he pulls back, looking confused and a little hurt. "Is…everything okay, Anna?"

"Um, dear," cuts in Snow. "Anna doesn't exactly…remember that you're friends."

"What do you mean?" he asks slowly.

"Well, the last thing she remembers about you is…well it's the first time you met. Six years ago? During Elsa's coronation?" says Snow.

With each word, I can see the fear growing in Hans's eyes.

What the hell happened six years ago!?

He gulps.

"So, the last thing you remember is…oh no," he turns to Elsa in a panic. "You explained everything, right? How you two forgave me? Because I have to say, I didn't like being punched the first time."

I punched him?

Cool.

I hope it fucking hurt.

Elsa smiles at Han's panic. "Don't worry, Hans. I told her everything, though she probably won't trust you until she gets her memories back."

Hans turns back to me.

The fear in his eyes is gone, but he still acts wary.

Good.

Be afraid.

Be very afraid.

"I understand," he smiles. "I suppose this means I'll just have to prove to you that I've changed. Again."

Yeah, good luck.

"Great!" claps Snow, obviously trying to break the tension, "now that that's settled, dear, would you like to dance? I feel like we have to show up these two after that outstanding performance earlier."

Both Elsa and I blush.

"Of course, my love," Hans bows, smiling at her.

I can see at the love and adoration he has for her in that one look.

I almost feel bad for hating his guts.

Almost.

The two of them head off to the dance floor, waving goodbye as they depart.

"I suppose I should find Phillip. I know he'll want to dance as well," sighs Aurora, "It was nice to see you two, Your Majesty, Your Highness."

She curtsies, before wondering off into the crowd, leaving me and Elsa alone once more.

"Is she always that…formal?" I ask as I watch her leave.

"Unfortunately, yes. It can be quite annoying sometimes," replies Elsa, before taking my hand and pulling us back towards the thrones.

When we reach them, Elsa turns to me. "You know, I never did get a chance to ask you where you learned to dance like that. After all, it's not really a common skill where you're from."

I blush, and pretend to tuck a stray hair behind my ear.

"Oh, yea…that," I chuckle nervously, "Well, um, my mom made me take etiquette and ballroom dancing classes until I was fifteen. Something about 'better to have the skills and not need them, then to need them and not have them.' Who would've thought I'd actually use it?"

Elsa smiles at me, adoration glinting in her eyes. "Well I'm glad she did. I had a lot of fun."

I smile back, as we watch the rest of the guests enjoy themselves.

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The rest of the evening is pretty uneventful.

I mean, Elsa and I may have gotten into a small fight over the last truffle, but we won't get into that.

All that matters is that I won.

As the ball begins to wind down, Elsa suddenly leans over to whisper in my ear.

"Hey, you wanna get out of here?" she ask mischievously.

Noticing her tone, I smirk before answering. "And where exactly would we be going, Your Majesty?" I tease.

Elsa smiles and winks at me, before pulling me towards one of the less conspicuous exits.

When we get outside, I look up and my eyes widen. "Whoa!"

Elsa frowns and follows my gaze upward. "What?"

"The sky's…awake," I say, my eyes still saucers in my amazement at the Northern lights dancing above us.

I've never seen anything so beautiful.

I feel more than hear Elsa chuckle when she places a chaste kiss on my shoulder as she wraps me in a magenta, heavy wool shawl. "You've always said that."

I give her a small smile as I look back at her.

I stand corrected.

She's sooooo stupid beautiful.

"I have? Wait…I mean…She did?" I ponder aloud.

Elsa returns my small smile. "I've told you, Anna, you and she are the same person, really. And when the solstice comes, you will be whole."

I lower my eyes to the floor, doubt weeding its way into my mind.

Are we though?

I mean, yeah, we're technically the same person, but…

But one of us is married to Elsa, and the other's…not.

And Elsa doesn't seem to get that.

Sensing my brooding, Elsa turns me around to face her.

"Anna, what's wrong?" she asks softly.

I don't answer her, choosing instead to study the space just above her left shoulder.

"Anna, look at me."

When I don't oblige, she uses her forefinger and thumb to capture my chin, and forces me to look up at her, before trying again. "Please tell me what's wrong?"

Finally, I meet her gaze, but only for a second, before I look away again. "It's nothing."

"Anna, it's hardly ever nothing with you," she says, ducking to look me in the eyes. "You know you can tell me anything, right?"

I make the mistake of looking up again.

Damn that pucker!

Why is she so good at that!?

I sigh.

"I-it's just…well…Elsa I just feel like maybe you're…confusing your Anna…with me," I stammer.

Elsa looks at me, confused. "What do you mean?"

"Well," I say, a little more confidently, "You're always talking about things we've done or said, but…Elsa I hardly know you. I don't have the memories, the experience she has. I wasn't the one who married you. You keep saying that we're the same person, but…I don't think we are. And…and you told me you loved me. I…I really care about you Els, but, I'm just not sure if you were talking to me or…or if you were talking to your wife."

Elsa releases my chin to stroke her own as if in thought. "Anna…"

I cast my gaze downward, unable to meet Elsa's scrutiny.

I mean, it's true, isn't it?

I'm know I'm right.

But…I guess she kinda is too.

When I look up, Elsa is holding her elbows and her shoulders are hunched as if she's cold.

But I know better.

"Els…I'm sorry, it's just…you see my point, don't you?"

"Of course I do, Anna," Elsa says softly, nodding, but not meeting my eyes. "I guess I just wanted everything to…" she sighs, "not go back to the way things were, but…"

Her voice becomes soft, but I can still hear it break a little.

I take a step toward her and take her hands in mine, waiting for her to continue.

"Gods, Anna, I just missed you so much," she looks up at me. I can see tears in her eyes though she hasn't let any escape.

"I missed you, Anna. It was…"she laughs as she wipes a tear that's finally betrayed her. "It was like—no it was falling in love again."

She looks into my eyes and her grip tightens around my hands. "That's why I told you that I love you, Anna. Because I do. Both of you. You're both my Anna."

I gulp.

I care about her.

Hell, maybe I do love her, but…

I can't say it.

It's too soon and all of this has just been too much.

I need to get my bearings.

I need…I need…

"I need time," I say gently.

Elsa nods, smiling softly. "I know. The solstice is coming soon," she brushes a strand of hair behind my ear. "All those memories, all those experiences…" Elsa's smile deepens. "You'll have them. And I'll finally have you. All of you."

"Elsa, it's not that simple, I mean…"

She inches closer to me, a digit trailing my jawline delicately and I start to panic, mostly because I'm starting to lean a kiss that I know is coming, and I'm powerless to stop it.

I want to kiss that stupid pucker more than anything in the world…either world, but…

Somehow when her frozen lips brush against mine I melt.

So much so that I lose my footing, let alone my train of thought.

She catches me and pulls me further into her, but that only makes my situation worse.

She's way too good at this, I decide through the fog of my thoughts.

"Anna…" Elsa whispers and trails her lips along my jaw.

I'm panting over her shoulder, trying to catch my breath.

Damn you, Elsa.

I'll get you for this…

I smirk when I realize how.

I pull away, causing her let out a small groan.

"Anna, what are you—Aaack!" she suddenly reels back, sputtering as she tries to wipe the snow from her face.

I can't breathe.

I literally cannot breathe.

The look on her face?

Priceless!

"Anna! What the hell!" she exclaims, glaring at me.

I merely buckle over in response, holding my ribs. "E-Elsa!" I still can't breathe as I burst out in another set of guffaws. "Oh my God, you should have seen you face!"

That look of indignant shock is just too much.

Elsa narrows her eyes and brushes snow off her shoulder.

Then she smiles deviously, twirling her arms in a circle so that a giant snowball appears.

Holy…

My eyes bulge from my head.

It's so freaking huge she has to hold it over her head.

Maybe picking a snow fight with the Snow Queen was a bad call.

A very, very bad call.

"Hehe," I laugh half-heartedly, then chuckle nervously. "W-whatcha gonna do with that, Els?"

Elsa lips split in a Cheshire grin, and she starts running after me.

I squawk in fright, nearly tripping over myself as I run away.

Shit, shit, shit!

She chases me, both of us laughing as we tear around the castle grounds.

We look like a couple of hooligans.

I love it.

I round a corner, trying to stay out of the sights of her massive snowball, when suddenly I run straight into something—well more like someone—knocking me on my rear.

"Anna Marie Bjorgman! What do you think you are doing?" scolds Gerda, looking down at me, hands on her hips.

Bjorgman?

What?

Before I can answer, Elsa appears, a triumphant smirk on her lips. "I have you no—"

She stops mid-sentence the second she sees Gerda, her cheeks lighting up like a beacon.

The snowball immediately hits the floor behind her with a dull thud.

"G-Gerda! W-what are you d-doing out here?" stammers Elsa as I get to my feet, rubbing my rear in pain.

I gotta say, I really love it when Elsa's embarrassed.

Or flustered.

It's so cute.

Gerda raises a knowing eyebrow at the two of us. "I was looking for you two, Your Majesty. You didn't really think you could disappear from your own ball without anyone noticing, did you?"

Elsa blushes deeper and ducks her head, mumbling a small "no."

As I look at the scene in front of me it takes all my willpower not to burst into laughter.

Elsa's getting scolded.

By her maid.

And she's acting like a little girl who just got caught with her hand in the cookie jar.

This is just too cute!

Noticing my silent snickering, Gerda turns on me. "Don't think you're getting out of this, young lady. You're in just as much trouble as she is. You both know better than to just go running around the castle grounds at night! It's dangerous! And careless! Especially since you've just returned, Anna! I know you two are just enjoying your reunion, but don't you think you can wait for the snowball fight until morning?"

We both slowly nod our heads in shame, neither of us taking our eyes off the ground.

Gerda sighs. "Come on, let's get you two inside. I'll make you some hot chocolate to warm you up. It's freezing out here. And I don't want to hear how the cold never bothered you, Your Majesty," she says, effectively cutting off Elsa's remark as she gives us both a warm, motherly smile.

Elsa rolls her eyes, but smiles at the maid. "Hot chocolate sounds wonderful, Gerda."

Gerda chuckles, and begins to make her way back to the castle.

I smile as well, taking Elsa's hand.

I decide I really like holding her hand.

Like, really like it.

It almost makes me feel…safe.

Elsa chuckles at me, before giving me a small kiss on the forehead.

"Come on, we should probably head back before Gerda has a heart attack," she says.

I smile again and nod, as she leads us back to the castle, following Gerda.

The head maid stops suddenly and turns around.

I skid to a halt, nearly falling over again, making Elsa laugh.

I stick out my tongue, but quickly draw it back in when I see Gerda giving me the look.

I can see why Elsa has a hard time standing up to her, even as Queen.

Gerda is almost, but not quite able to hide her smirk at my expense as she turns to Elsa. "Shall I take your hot chocolate to your and Princess Anna's chambers after you take your leave from the ball, Your Majesty?"

"Yes, we'll be in our chambers. Thank you, Gerda."

Wait…what?

Our…chambers…

Our…chambers!?

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"No."

"Come on, Anna."

"Not gonna happen."

"You're acting like a child."

"Still no."

Elsa glares at me, hands on her hips. "Are you really that uncomfortable with this?"

I turn my beet red face away, and cross my arms. "I hardly even know you, Elsa!"

She raises one eyebrow at me. "It's just sleeping, Anna!"

"In the same bed!" I exclaim throwing my hands up in embarrassment.

Elsa chuckles—she actually freakin' chuckles—at me. "You're so cute when you're embarrassed."

I grumble and shoot a glare at her, before grabbing a pillow and throwing it on the floor.

"Really, Anna?" deadpans Elsa, and I lay on the floor as my answer.

She sighs, before moving to stand over me. "And what will the maids think when they come to wake us in the morning?"

"That I pissed you off and had to sleep on the floor," I retort, closing my eyes.

"Get up, Anna. It's a large bed. I'm sure we can stay on our own sides if it really bothers you that much," she says, and I can hear some hurt in her words.

I crack an eye open, only to see her holding her arms across her stomach and looking away from me.

Great.

Now I feel bad.

Damn it.

"Elsa," I say scrambling to my feet, "I-it's not that I d-don't want to...it's just…I mean I'm not—"

I stop when I see her trying to hold back a smirk.

Was she…?

That bitch!

She was totally faking it!

"You little…!" I throw the pillow at her, and she bursts into laughter.

"Oh come on, Anna," she chuckles as I pout, "You were asking for it. Now, come. It's time for bed."

I glare at her again, but I know I'm not going to win this battle.

I sigh, and allow her to lead me to the bed, but stop when she climbs in.

She turns expectantly. "Anna?"

"I-I don't know Els…" I say shyly, and she rolls her eyes at me.

"We're not going to have sex, Anna," she deadpans, earning a swat from me as I blush furiously.

I grumble, before slowly sliding underneath the sheets, as close to the edge as possible.

I hear her sigh, before a cool hand wraps around my abdomen, quickly pulling me into her embrace.

I squeak, and try to escape, but she's incredibly strong for someone so petite.

"Elsa!" I huff indignantly, earning a soft chuckle as she spoons me.

I'm not getting out of this, am I?

I lay as stiffly as I can, just to spite her.

I may not win the battle, but I will win the war.

After a few moments, I feel her sigh again, and she starts stroking my hair.

I have to admit, it feels pretty awesome.

And for someone who has control over snow and ice, she's incredibly warm.

Man am I tired.

I didn't notice just how exhausted I was before, but now it's hitting me like a freight train.

Reluctantly, I begin to relax into her embrace.

Elsa chuckles again, still running her fingers through my hair. "See? Was that so hard?"

"Shut it," I mumble, my eyes dropping shut.

I feel her place a soft kiss on my shoulder as I slowly begin to fade. "Goodnight, my love."

"goomite," I mumble, as I fall into a deep, dreamless sleep.

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A/N: Hey guys! Hope y'all enjoyed the fluffy chapter! And I know y'all are anxious about 'magic' Anna showing up, but trust me when I say to be patient. I have a plan.

And now, time for responses!

Kyoko-nyaa: Haha, yes they are. And thanks! :D

Akira102: A doozy indeed! Talk about 'awkward!':/

That Frozen Guy: I think a "Super Anna," would be both hilarious and terrifying haha. And as for Hans? Well, as you can see, she is quite fond of 'magic' Hans, and killing 'evil' Hans would kill him as well…so you see the problem? I'm glad I've got you hooked though! :)

First Movement: Very, very fragile egg Shells :/

Guest: Haha that's a very interesting way to put it haha XD

The Real Phoenix: Sorry bro. Maybe next time…I haven't decided if I'm going to write smut or not. I'm not really sure that it'll lend itself to the story, but who knows? :P

Janparowka: Thanks! And like I've said before, I did take some inspiration form TLJ, but Dreamfall is its own story. :D

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