I'm a slow updater : / Serious sorry guys, but damn I am lazy xD. I really try, but it doesn't seem like until the third week that the words flow from me. I LOVE YOU ALL THOUGH FOR REVIEWING 3

Anyway~ this chapter was...coming out to EVERYONE now, so yeah...that's about it. SUMMARY SKILLS FTW!

On a serious note, I honestly did not know how I was going to do this part, especially with Kevin's parents. I just rolled with it, and when I got to it, ideas bloomed ;D I liked writing Kevin's part. How about you?

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One would believe that someone who was caught in such a situation may move immediately away from what caused it, but Double D at the moment was too afraid to move. His eyes locked on his mother's falling form as a dull THUD echoed, the room deathly quiet. Double D could feel Kevin gasp, stiffened to the point of being painfully so. They were frozen, as if their mother cast a spell upon them.

Double D was mortified.

Not by the fact that Kevin was being witnessed with him, but more that he was caught doing something like this with him. He'd rather have introduced him formally rather than being caught in a heavy make out session. The boy's eyes traveled to Kevin's, just to see what kind of expression was on his face. Shock was an obvious first, radiating from his very pores. He was sure that a touch of fear reflected from those deep green irises, and Double D squeezed his arm, unable to think or something to say.

Next came his father.

"Honey, why do I see your feet by the door?" his tone was one of worry along with nervous laughter, as if it may be a joke. As soon as he opened the door fully and witnessed what was going on, he paled. Now it was time for Double D and Kevin to swiftly pull apart, the spell broken.

"Father," he spoke weakly, eyes locked on mom's form. His throat was dry, limbs shaking to face up to his parents. He realized for a terrifying moment he had no idea what he would do, what they would do. He didn't really know them anymore. A long time ago he might have thought they would...accept him? Now though, he wasn't so sure.

"I'm going to take your mother to her room." His father was curt, not looking at either of them as he picked her up carefully and left to his room—without even commenting on their position either.

For a moment neither of them did anything, sitting there in embarrassment and possibly shame. Kevin was the first one to break the spell of silence, leaning over towards Double D.

"I'm...sorry about that," he said softly, as if it were his fault. Double D shook his head wildly, playing with his hands nervously.

"No, no, no! It...it was not your fault. I was the one to invite you here. In addition, this is my home. I take responsibility."

He was sort of babbling that it was alright, and Kevin leaned in for a kiss, to stop him and comfort him most likely. When Double D noticed this, a picture of his father and mother's faces appeared in front of his eyes. He flinched. Both of their eyes widened at the action and Double D had a vague feeling that it was a mistake.

"I'm sorry, Kevin." He spoke quickly as Kevin looked downcast, pulling back now. The red-head shook his head, smiling a bit sadly.

"Look, if it really matters that much, we don't have to. Your parents are important, right? I can just...leave or something," he suggested with a shrug. Double D sputtered and without giving it much thought, climbed right in Kevin's lap, pushing him down.

"Listen here," he mock scolded, "I do not care what they think(a probable lie, but he needed to let him know), I care what you think! It was just that—well their faces...and I could not remove the image—why would I want to kiss you when seeing my parents face?"

Double D knew he had begun to babble again, his hands wringing themselves against Kevin's chest. Why was it that whenever he tried to make something right he made it worse? He was trying to convince Kevin that nothing was wrong, and here he looked like he may cry. Eventually, he just stopped talking, bowing his head and biting his lip. Kevin, who had been silent all this time reached up and cupped his cheek, smiling softly. Double D was really...

Too cute.

Their lips met when Kevin pushed him down again, sucking on his bottom lip softly before speaking. "It's fine. I get it. They matter, but you don't want to drive me away, blah blah blah." He grinned in Double D's direction, said boy having tears spring in his eyes. The idea of his parents hating him, even if he sometimes felt like he didn't know them, was unsettling. Extremely so. In a surprise move, Double D wrapped his arms around Kevin's neck, burying his face into the crook of it.

"I am sorry Kevin. It would be best if you left, just in case my parents come in again. They are no doubt angry...or...upset," he guessed, breaking away. The football player removed himself and nodded, gathering his things. Double D followed him to the door, careful not to be too loud as to alert his parents. He bid his boyfriend a goodbye and then just like that, he was gone.

Double D moved farther into the house once again, tentative with his steps. He felt as if there was something lurking around the corner, just waiting to jump out at him and give him a good lecture on the ethics of being a normal human being or something of that sort. When all he heard was silence, it felt almost worse than if he were being yelled at. What were his parents doing? Since no one seemed to be living in the house suddenly, he quietly went into his room until dinner time, where he would see if something was to come or not.

"Eddward!" his father called to him. It was odd hearing the chipper voice of his father call him for dinner, but it was somewhat of a comfort. It drove away the loneliness, the sorrow he felt in this large home by himself. Tonight, though, the voice was not chipper. It sounded strained, as if he were holding back something.

Making his way down the steps carefully he came upon them in the kitchen, sitting down already, eating in a tense silence. Double D slid himself into a seat, the tension building up the closer he got. The boy was fearful, apprehensive of what they might say. Would they scold him? Ground him? Refuse passage to seeing his boyfriend? The options seemed endless, and the more he thought, the more nervous he became, but they never spoke. They ate, and then when dinner was finished, they got up and left, leaving him the dishes. It was his job after all.

Shaking with fear, he finished the job quickly, only to dart into his room again. Once he was behind doors did he allow himself a breath, sliding to the floor uncharacteristically. Who knew what sorts of germs manifested there? Yet, he could not bring himself to care at this moment. Right now, he was confused and exhausted, as if the last few hours took out most of his energy. Were his parents not going to say anything? Biting his lip, feeling the fear he had rising, he closed his eyes tightly and tried to calm himself. They were human, they were his parents. What was the worst they could do? With that thought he slid down to the ground, allowing his eyes to rest with the sudden exhaustion that claimed his body.

Double D woke up, groggily, unaware of his surroundings for a few moments. He saw a lot of carpet, which led to the first thought that registered: I am on the floor. Ever the observant one, that Double D. For a couple of moments he simply blinked, letting his head sink against the carpet, which was quite comfortable actually. Then it hit him that he was on a carpet where people put their feet, which had him up and running for the bathroom.

Revolting! I cannot believe I slept on the carpet, of all places!

Before you could say "clean carpet", he was in the shower, scrubbing his body in disgust. Just the idea of having germs festering on his body left him shivering, and a little green. Where had he picked up this phobia type of thing? Who knows.

With that fiasco out of the way, he made his way down the stairway, expecting a normal morning —completely forgetting the events that played out last night—only to come to another tense silence. A sudden feeling of deja vu washed over him and he remembered last night, stumbling down the steps loudly. This must have been fate telling him today was going to be a good day, sarcasm intended.

Blushing, he made his way to the table to more silence, not a greeting or maybe a grunt from either of his parents.

Fearing a night like last night, he cleared his throat and spoke. "Hello," he tried to sound bright, but it came cracked. Perfect.

His father looked up at him—to which Double D caught his eye—but as soon as he did his gaze shot back down, a strange expression on his face. Double D swiveled his head to look at his mother, looking uncomfortable, eating in silence. What was going on? Were they not going to talk to him about...what happened? Did he really have to say something? "Breakfast is spectacular, mother (even though he had yet to take a bite)," he softly spoke in her direction, getting a twitch of the lips and no more.

The tension was almost palpable. So, Double D did the only thing he could think of at the moment; he calmly excused himself and darted for his room, soon running out the door. School, for once, was hopefully going to be more of a relief than home.

~FLASHBACK! To Kevin's the night before~

The red-capped boy was feeling pretty crummy about being caught by Double D's parents. He'd much rather go down with simply announcing it or something spectacular, instead of having Double D's mother fainting dead right in front of him. His lip curled up in disgust, wishing he had been more careful. Maybe then Double D would be fine—who knew what was happening after all?

Arriving at his house, he opened to the door to a warm atmosphere and the smell of cooking. His mother always seemed to be in the kitchen. Smiling, glad for this peace, he went into the kitchen to see his mother cooking lasagna, checking the oven as she set the table.

"Hey, mom." She noticed him then, grinning as he passed by.

"Wash up for dinner!"

You didn't need to tell him twice. He took a quick shower and was soon in his room, drying his red mop of hair as well as reflecting on the day. School wasn't bad now—not great—but it was getting there. After school...well that was heaven until his mother came in. The male sighed and looked at himself in the mirror, emerald eyes shimmering with emotion. At that moment, it was as if peace washed over him, and thinking of Double D, a fresh wave of affection. Double D had changed him. Even if only a little bit. Before he had been more of a jerk, but with Double D...it hadn't even been that long and it seemed like his priorities completely changed. He cared about him, and couldn't imagine beating the crap out of him anymore. It was a good feeling.

Jumping off of his bed, he put on some slacks and a T-shirt, hands in his pockets as he went downstairs to eat dinner. Not bothering to fully dry his hair, he was unsurprised when his mother giggled at the mess.

"You have a little something on your head," she teased. He gave her a half-hearted glare back, hinting a smile, and sat down. His father lumbered in, all muscle and tough MAN MEAT, sitting down at his spot as well.

"Son," he greeted.

"Dad." And thus dinner started! It was the usual small talk, asking about days and school, easy stuff. Kevin spoke about his team and sports, a little uneasy thinking about that afternoon. Then he began to talk about the end of his project with Double D, realizing he had yet to speak of it. Since he liked to talk about Double D, he didn't notice the look his parents shared as he did.

"You sure do seem to like this boy," his mother chimed in with. Kevin had the decency to blush a little, coughing to cover it up. A wave of uncertainty passed over him. The image of the boy's mother's shock reflected in his mind.

He had to tell them.

He couldn't let it sit, waiting until they heard from someone else, from a student or even another parent. There was no way Kevin was going to have that. He would tell them, for Double D's sake. He opened his mouth to say something, and then another thought occurred: Was he ready? The answer came instantly; no, but he had to be, for Double D's sake.

"Mom, dad," he started slowly, gazing at them seriously. The mood seemed to become heavier and the parents shared another glance, leaning in, as if to make sure not a word was missed. It seemed important. Sometimes, Kevin thought wryly, I wish they weren't so observant.

Fingernails dug into the table as he tried to force the words out, shaking slightly. Could he do this? Could he really come out to his parents? Sweat began to form at his brow and a look of worry crossed over his mother's face, seeing how distraught he seemed.

"Honey, you can tell us anything. We love you. You can always talk to us," she paused, as if to say more, but silence only thickened the air. That helped though, he decided, feeling his own tension ease somewhat.

"About Double D...you see, he and I are...d-dating." He practically coughed the word, feeling a weight lift off of his shoulders, but a new one settle on as his parents stared at him blankly.

"Excuse me?" His father didn't sound angry, more like confused, voice rumbling uncomfortably.

"Double D is a boy," Kevin's mother said softly, hands fluttering nervous around each other. It appeared the message was dawning on them.

"Mom, dad." Kevin looked at both of them. "I'm gay." Now that felt good—and bad at the same time. Too bad it didn't last long, because as soon as he said his father's fork dropped with a clatter, sauce splashing as droplets on the table. Internally, Kevin winced. His mother choked on her lasagna, staring at him in what could be awe. Maybe because his father looked like he was about to explode, red in the face. His fists were clenched and Kevin told himself to stand his ground, trying not to rear back.

His mother, going into protective mode, ignored her surprise and began to speak to him lowly, fingers caressing his chin and face. With that a fresh wave of love for his mother rose, making him uncomfortable as he stared at them both, squirming slightly.

"What the hell did he do to you?" His father's voice boomed out and Kevin jumped, cursing himself for it.

"Honey!" It only spurred his father on.

"Our son is no faggot. It must have been that scrawny boy. I knew he would be trouble, right from the start! Anyone who isn't in sports is always trouble, especially the feminine type. When he wears that hat it just-"

"Stop it! Don't talk about him that way!" Kevin's outburst had him standing up, knocking over his glass of water (empty luckily) as his father stood up. For a moment everything was tense, silent, until his father took off out of the room, storming upstairs. His mother bit her lip, glancing at Kevin uncomfortably.

"I'm sorry," Kevin apologized, maybe for making his mother feel bad.

"It's alright. Kevin...I love you, still and always." his mother smiled nervously, but her words still comforted the red-head. "I'll talk to him." And with that, she was gone.

Back in his room, he could hear the muffled sounds coming from there, rises and falls of voices. His father being the loudest, was easily heard. He could hear malice, sadness, repulsion, all sorts of things that made his stomach curl, as if to throw back the food he had swallowed. Remembering that dinner was left, he went to the kitchen to clean it up, if only to help his mother out.

By the time he was back upstairs, the noise had quieted down. Kevin allowed himself the risk of getting caught, sneaking up to their room to listen. He pressed his ear quietly to the door, but no sounds came out. Had they gone to bed? Disturbed, he went to his own room with a heavy heart. That went about as well as he expected.

~FAST FORWARD. Back to the next morning~

That morning, his mother was the one to bid him goodbye. His father had not come down for breakfast, still in his room. His mother assured him he was just trying to process the information, while she herself seemed to be trying to as well in her own way. She asked questions, giving him odd looks as she did so.

"He's just a person, like anyone else," he accused when the questions got a little weird. His mother had the decency to blush and she tittered about before she murmured an 'I love you, have a safe trip' as he left the house. That wasn't that bad, though a bit awkward. His mother's interest disturbed him a little, but he guessed she was just...curious, and looking out for him. At least she didn't hate him or anything.

When he saw Double D, feelings of both sympathy and longing mixed together inside him. Double D looked as though he hadn't slept too well, miserably slouching as he walked. Coming up behind him, he pressed a hand to his back to straighten the black hat-clad boy's posture.

"Slouching is bad for posture," he said, smiling when Double D jumped.

"K-Kevin...!" he stumbled over his name, one hand pressed delicately over his heart. Brown met green and they stared for a moment, before Double D wrapped his arms around the other in a hug, trembling. Maybe he was just cold, Kevin told himself. A couple kisses would warm him up.

After they collided a few times, warm all the way down to their toes and pleasantly humming with pleasure, did Kevin question him.

"How did it go?" Double D made a face. Perhaps not well, he assumed.

"In all honestly, I am not sure." His tone worried Kevin a little bit. Giving the boy another kiss on the lips, he let his arm rest on his shoulder as they made their way to school. As they neared the building Kevin felt a sense of unease, keeping the coming out from Double D. He should tell him, especially if he ever wanted to come over. Yet, he didn't want to worry the boy anymore. Couldn't he just keep it to himself for a while?

At school, the day could have gone better. Not bad though. The first classes of the day were really nothing to talk about, even if some people did cough immature names into their hands. Kevin threatened and Double D ignored them. So far no one was doing anything, knowing Kevin, but it was only a matter of time until they cornered Double D. Or at least, that was what Kevin worried of.

By lunchtime things seemed to be looking up, especially since Double D cheered up immensely. As they entered the room though, he paled upon seeing his two best friends, Ed and Eddy sitting at a table. Having not seen for the last couple days, he was suddenly conflicted. How could he face them? What was he supposed to do? Should he go and talk with them? Standing there, biting his lip, Kevin finally urged him forward with a nudge, sending him to the table. "See you soon." He was leaving him alone! Then again, Eddy would no doubt strangle him for turning Double D to the "dark side."

"E-Eddy, Ed," he greeted as he approached, lunch in his hands. This could only end so well. Eddy froze at the voice, and everything in his posture screamed tension. Ed looked up at him somberly, but he didn't look mad or anything. One less person deal with, maybe. Sliding into the seat across from them, he took out his fork and began to clean it off, focusing on the task as if it were very important. Double D couldn't bear to look at the two in front of him.

"Well look who decided to join us!" Eddy spoke in a harsh tone, though not as harsh as he thought. It sounded more annoyed, as if he'd come late to the party. Tentatively he looked up, meeting those eyes abashedly. What he saw didn't seem to be hate or all of the things he expected, but more like a careful calculation.

Ed looked vacant, but that was normal.

"So you finally ditched your boyfriend?" The harsh joke, though jeering, was better than any accusations of betrayal and Double D felt himself relax a little bit, still careful to tread these waters.

"You're not mad?" Eddy didn't even have to ask what he meant. He folded his arms over his chest and snorted, giving him a pensive look.

"How long have I known you?" he raised an eyebrow, and Double D grew flustered. Of course Eddy wouldn't hate him...it made him blush that he had such little faith in him.

"All those times, about betrayal and...stuff, I didn't really mean it." He scratched the back of his head. "I mean...fuck, Double D, do you really think I'd hate you for that? Yeah I was mad and all...I mean, it's Kevin! Our enemy! And here you are, making out with him and stuff." He stuck his tongue out in disgust. Double D held back a laugh. "It kind of pissed me off too that you let me know through losers at the school! I mean, come on!" He was whining now, and Double D thought his face might split in two. He didn't despise him!

"But no doing anything gross in front of us." Eddy scowled. Ed perked up, ready to add his two cents.

"Love, is like mutants." That raised a few questions.

"Mutants? Elaborate, please?"

"Mutants don't care if you're gross or not, because mutants are mutants. They love each other for who they are." He sounded oddly profound near the end, and Double D wondered again what went through his head sometimes. He could sound so very philosophical one second and then idiotic the next.

"That's quite the comparison, Ed!" Double D cheered, smiling benevolently. Eddy snorted, and for once it was like old times.

It felt good to be back.

"Not a bad day, if I do say so for myself," Double D cheerfully stated to Kevin, who nonchalantly leaned against his locker.

"Not bad at all." He didn't mention the threats to him. Those were normal...probably. "Your locker is so much neater than mine," he observed, looking inside. Were the walls polished...? Double D simply smiled and fixed his hat atop his head, wrapping his coat around himself before he could grab Kevin's hand. Being able to do this, right now...felt like a blessing. With a gentle squeeze they were outside in the cold, breaths coming out in clouds.

"It is very cold. Shall we head to your house?" Double D certainly didn't think his house would be welcoming for either of them. Kevin looked a bit uncomfortable, deciding that it was now or never to tell him.

"You see...last night, when your mom found us, I got to thinking. I couldn't let that happen again, and I didn't want my parents finding out by someone else...so I told them." He awaited something like shock, or maybe betrayal or hurt or something, but Double D looked just sort of sad.

"So no going to your house?" Kevin shook his head, realizing he was sad today was not a day to hang out. It was surprising in itself he wasn't surprised that he'd told them. Double D's mind was elsewhere, thinking of his own parents.

Double D shrugged and pasted on a smile, touching Kevin's arm lovingly. "It's alright. Tomorrow then." With that, he was off. Kevin opened his mouth to say something, but Double D was hurrying along already. With a frown he reached up and fixed his hat, worried about his situation at home. Was it really alright to let him go...? Certainly they weren't doing anything too bad, right?

Double D was home. Home...the word felt foreign as he thought it here. Silence visited his coming and he took a couple steps forward, expecting something from his parents, a noise, a step, murmurs, something! Nothing came though, and his heart gave a mighty lurch. Ever since then...he hadn't heard a word. Were they...ignoring him? Like before, except worse. He leaned on the counter for support as his head swam, ideas and explanations pouring in.

They no longer loved him.

They would never speak to him again.

They were ashamed of him.

If you ignore something, then it's like it isn't there.

Tears rose, and even if he was being overdramatic, his parents were his parents. If they hated him...despised him..how was he supposed to live with himself? They may have ignored him somewhat in the past, but they always cared for him. Now they fixed cold stares on him, unable to believe that he was gay, apparently. The silence threatened to swallow him, and for a moment he thought he may be sick. Panicked, he slid to the floor and buried his head in his arms, resting atop his knees. The floor was dirty probably, but he couldn't care at this moment. Right now, he felt more alone than he ever had in his whole life.

The doorbell rang. Jerked away from his thoughts, he rubbed his eyes, ghosts of tears catching on the cotton of his sweater. He stood up and brushed himself off, sniffling a little before he went to the door. That lonely feeling that threatened to swallow him had disappeared luckily, but he feared its coming if things kept being like this.

"Sock-head! What are you standing there for?" Eddy yelled from his spot on his porch, shivering the T-shirt he wore. Who wore a T-shirt in the middle of winter? Apparently, Eddy! Behind him, Ed was bundled up in his snowsuit, grinning up at him without comment. He felt an odd sense of relief at seeing them, ushering them inside. Immediately Eddy began to complain about the cold, rubbing his arms.

"If you would wear a sweater, you wouldn't be so cold."

"Pfft, whatever. Hey, your parents aren't home, right?" They knew the ritual. Double D realized he hadn't really explained their staying for a while, but right now he didn't even know himself if they were home.

"I...I'm not completely sure. I believe they are, but it's so quiet." Eddy gave him a scrutinizing look before shrugging and kicking his shoes off. Customary to his home, Double D would usually offer slippers, but he wondered if his parents would notice even if he did. He loved a clean floor, but maybe they would comment on it if it were dirty. So, against his better judgement, he allowed them to prance about, leaving wet trails. It took all his strength not to wince.

Ed came up behind Double D, leaning in to whisper something as he looked around. "This is just like the scene from my zombie comics. From that closet over there, a zombie would jump out and attack us! Then we would run away and find all the frying pans so they couldn't cook our brains." His voice rose and fell from excitement, and as he stared at the door, something must have alerted him, because he yelled and suddenly grabbed the two of them, barreling for the door.

"Run! ZOMBIES!" And with that he chucked them into the snow, flurries of white flying where they landed. Double D, who was dizzy from the sudden movements rubbed his head as Eddy screamed murder at Ed, shaking his freezing fist. The scene was like something out of a bad cartoon and Double D couldn't help the snickers that left his mouth. Covering it, he tried to conceal his humor, but to no avail. Soon he was cracking up where he sat in the snow, holding his stomach in laughter. Eddy was glaring at him and Ed, never one to be left behind, began to laugh uproariously.

Double D hoped his parents had heard.

"Stop laughing!" Eddy yelled, reaching over to grab at him. Double D scrambled out of the way and scooped up some snow, chucking it at him. It landed right in his face. Eddy was frozen, for a moment, before he too grabbed some snow and threw it at Double D. Ed charged at them, successfully putting them in a vice-like grip as they landed in more snow.

"Ed! I can't breathe!" Double D sputtered, Eddy growling in agreement. Reluctantly—it seemed —Ed let them go, and there was no more talk of zombies. A couple more snowballs were thrown, and when Double D began to sneeze was when he said it was time to go inside.

All three were seated at his table, hot chocolate between the three of them. Double D daintily blew over him, fingers curled around the cup.

"Eddy, do you mind if I ask you something?"

"Shoot."

Double D hesitated. Should he tell his fear to the other, remember the tale of how he and Kevin were caught doing not-so-innocent things? Looking at Ed and Eddy though, seeing how sincere they looked, he couldn't find the strength to hide it.

"My mother caught Kevin and I...very close, on my bed." Then, realizing how wrong that came out, his face grew inflamed and he flailed his arms a bit, rewording it. "What I mean is, we were kissing! And she came in and both my parents saw. And now...now they aren't speaking to me." Sobering up, he pressed his hands flat against the table, brows furrowing. "In all honesty I have no clue of what to do. Does this mean they don't accept it; me?" With worry he gazed at the two, only hoping they could help.

"Bullshit!"

Double D jumped with a squeak as he yelled, slamming his hand on the table. Eddy looked mad.

"They're your parents! How can they do that, ignoring their only son!" Eddy seemed more angry about it than Double D himself, but he felt a rush of affection for the fellow. Surely if Eddy could stand up like this, then he could too? "Push them over the stairs!" Perhaps not as much. Jumping when his hand was touched, he look over to see Ed holding his hand with a goofy smile. Tears rose into his eyes. He had such good friends.

"Thank you," he said softly. Eddy paused his ranting, glaring at him.

"Say something, sock-head?" Double D shook his head and smiled, letting this warm feeling envelope him.

They were gone now. Gone, but their presence was still there, the warmth from their friendship flowing through them. He smiled and walked upstairs slowly, moving his fingers around, already feeling the need for tonight's shower. What made him freeze at the top was the sight of his parents, walking the same way. Perhaps they had the same idea.

For a moment no one moved, frozen in place, and then his father began to go past him, mother uncomfortably glancing at Double D before she too followed him. A rush of anger—perhaps because of what Eddy said—ran through him, and he blocked their path.

"Mother, father." His voice came out confident, defiant. They appeared surprised by this, blinking at him. "Its almost Christmas. Families are supposed to come together, get past differences. They accept each other, because they love each other." And with that said, he walked towards his door, skipping a shower for the first time.

At least...until the morning.

"One more thing; I only hope you can accept him as well."

Then Double D, with rare confidence, sauntered into his room, leaving behind shocked silence.

/DIES

D: GOD this took forever to write! Especially the parent parts. I hope I got everything right, including how Eddy and Ed would act. Honestly, it satisfied me -w-; How about you?

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