I am beyond words to how hard this chapter was to make. Like I could say that it was mainly delayed because I've been crazy busy with grad stuff and college stuff and whatnot, but actually the main culprit this time is stupid writer's block. And even more frustrating is I knew what I wanted to write, but I couldn't get it down. It literally took 6 rewrites. And it's been almost 6 months...BUT here is is at long last! I really, really hope it lives up to your guys' expectations. I'm really excited about this chapter. As you can tell. :)

Disclaimer: I only own the story idea, sadly. IMAA does not belong to me.

Tony was an enigma. It wasn't anything new, that she already knew. But the more she thought about it the following week, the more she realized the boy was a complete conundrum which had no hopes of being solved. One day he'd be his usual rebellious self, stealing food, going to the office, causing general amusement for the class, the next day he'd be completely serious, completely silent, arms crossed, doodling silently to himself. Then be the kindest person anyone could ever know, offering his company, well-meaning advice, or a warm coat. Then start all over in the process.

But one March morning, he was anything but his usual enigma. It all started with the flowers.

"Remember what you do to one side you must do to the other side of the equation" their calculus teacher explained, marking the corrections to the example one student wrote on the board.

Though, Pepper's focus was less on the rules of algebra, and more of the odd barrier that was set between her and her desk partner. Made up of a series of folders and notebooks and, strangely, her shoe—which supposedly was the key piece in the "puzzle"—was a barrier that hid the blue-eyed boy's project he was so dutifully working on all hour. When she tried looking, he would either hide whatever it was elsewhere or retaliate by ever-so-maturely tickling her until the whole class ended up looking at her. In the end, she was impatiently waiting for Tony to reveal his project to her, which he wouldn't even hint as to what is was despite having taken a bobby pin straight from her hair, her shoe for his barrier, and her eraser from her pencil.

This was the first example of how Tony has been since she'd last visited him after he left the hospital. It was almost as if her words to him that morning had struck some sort of chord with him. She could already see it despite it being his first official day back at school. While he still hasn't confided all his secrets to her—that she expected—he has since made his presence in her life greater. He's stopped at her house at least twice that week alone and walks with her to classes that they don't share and has brought her a peace offering of grapes, apples, and bananas galore after a supposed trip to the market that morning.

The bell finally rang, signaling that Pepper had been distracted the entire hour and hadn't learned much of anything that period. She could only sigh as she turned to face Tony to see if he had finished his little project yet, only to find that he was already out the door. Her shoe waited in front of her like Tony had promised when he stole it off of her foot.

How he could leave a room so quickly without her noticing was beyond her.

"What do you think?"

A laugh bubbled in her chest, but she bit it back when she realized the boy before her was being entirely serious. "Uhm...it's nice?"

He pouted, almost looking as if he had deflated. "You don't like it."

"I didn't say that," she instantly argued.

"You implied it." He spun around and started to walk away dejectedly. Yet, his exaggerated slouch and the kick of his foot gave him away. As usual, the genius in disguise was messing with her.

She smirked in understanding as she trailed behind him to an unknown destination throughout the school. "You got me. I think it's absolutely hideous. I mean what were you thinking?"

He spun around suddenly, this time looking truly hurt. "Hey! If it's so—" he stopped immediately after seeing her face, his own beginning to match his shirt. He huffed and began walking away faster. "If it's so hideous, I could make you one to match."

"No thanks," Pepper politely refused. "I prefer my hairpieces fake and not dying."

"They're your flowers," Tony reminded her, as he remained adamant that he wasn't accepting the flowers. Which, were barely even alive anymore anyway. "I never asked for them."

The said flowers rested on his head, holding his bangs—which had grown considerably over the past couple of weeks, to where they got in his eyes and he complained of needing a haircut—out of his face. They were purple and blue with hints of pink but were no longer the beautiful plants they once were as they have wilted quite a bit since she'd given them to him that morning. Yet, despite her jokes and teasing, he didn't look half bad with them in had the flowers been more alive.

"What else was I supposed to get you?" Pepper asked, stopping his march to nowhere. "Tell me. What do I get the boy who can afford everything?"

He turned around slowly as if contemplating her words carefully. His eyes fell onto hers, seemingly vast and endless as she looked back into them. She suddenly found herself lost in his eyes; the eyes she forgot could be so captivating by just a single glance. Her heart in her throat, her face on fire, and her legs wobbly, she finally realized that Tony had her all but pressed up against the lockers behind her.

"Not everything," he whispered softly, his breath hot against her cheeks.

All at once, she became aware of his quick breathing, his shaky hand hesitantly grasping hers, the intensity of heat she could feel between their bodies. She became intensely aware of where his lips were in comparison to her and all she could remember was the heat they provided the last time she met with them. She hadn't expected to want more quite so much as she had that moment.

Nor had she expected to be so disappointed when he suddenly pushed himself away as if she had burnt him with a frying pan. It was almost like a cold slap in the face.

"Tony?"

He nervously laughed, twisting his fingers in the hem of his shirt as he always did when he was anxious. "Uhm, right. You could have gotten me...ice cream. Ice cream cake is good. My favorite. Did you know?"

"What?" she felt as if she was just riding on a yo-yo and had just snapped back.

"Ice cream cake. You know the cake that has both ice cream and cake in it. I think angels made it in heaven. That is of course if heaven was real. But you know me. Science is—"

"What just happened?" She was still trying to figure out what had brought Tony to this rambling about ice cream cake. One moment he was about to kiss her—that she knew—and the next he was spouting out nonsense about ice cream cake of all things.

"Did you know, we're getting a new transfer student?" Tony suddenly asked, ignoring her question altogether. "Kind of late for a new student if you ask me. I mean, it is March. But hey, circumstances aren't always favorable. I heard he's a foreign exchange student...except he isn't an exchange. Then what does that make him?"

But before she could even ask how he of all people knew about the transfer student —that wasn't even there yet—Tony was already at it again.

"Wait!" Tony exclaimed, gripping Pepper by the shoulders tightly. "It's March! Do you know what this means? Oh no…I completely….ugh! I'm an idiot! Why didn't you remind me?"

Just like that, Tony was gone. Already down the hallway and around the corner faster than Pepper could say "wait." Faster than Pepper could remember what she'd been waiting to tell him all morning.

Annie looked as miserable as Pepper was confused that day at lunch. Pulling out her lunch bag, Pepper inquired about her day, to get the infamous, should-be-patented exasperated sigh that belonged solely to Annie.

"I think I'm having a psychic block," Annie pouted, popping a grape into her mouth that she promptly stole from Pepper's lunch.

Always with the grapes, Pepper mentally sighed. But with a raised eyebrow, verbally said, "Why do you think that?"

"You know how I can practically read minds, right?" Annie questioned, earning her a nod from both Pepper and Happy who was—for once—working on homework that was due after lunch "Well, I can't figure this one person out for the life of me!"

"Why does it matter?" Happy questioned, unfocusing from his homework even more. "It's just one person."

"No," Annie shook her head. "It's not just 'one person' it's the person! But every time I try talking to him, he acts all aloof and walks away. Do you think he hates me?"

Happy gave a slight scoff and patted Annie on the back. "Pfft, Tony may seem like he hates the world, but I don't think he could hurt a fly." He looked down in thought. "Unless they took his ice cream cake or something…or unless you believe those rumors going around..."

Annie didn't have to correct the brutish teen, as Pepper was already on it. "She means Rhodey, Happy."

"Oh," Happy frowned. "That's even more unlikely. I think he was a monk or something in his past life."

"Then I don't know what to say," Annie said stealing another grape and chewing it more than necessary before finishing the rest of her milk. "I guess I was just imagining him being all angry and rude before he up and walked away from me in the middle of our conversation."

While Pepper agreed much with Happy's sentiment about Rhodey, that he would never be rude like that, but she knew she couldn't completely agree now. Ever since a week ago, Rhodey appeared to be more...standoffish. He didn't talk as much as usual and when he did, he seemed almost preoccupied with something, constantly checking his phone, looking around to anywhere but who he was talking with, not fully paying attention to what's being said to him, and it seemed to also spread to his participation in class.

Though, if anything, it seemed to be less with them and more with Tony.

She noticed it particularly that morning when Rhodey didn't stick around with them as he usually did. Instead, he opted to leave to finish an assignment that Tony claimed he already finished the night before. Tony only shrugged and laughed it off as Rhodey being Rhodey.

"He probably wants to check his answers or something," he had said. "He's a nerd that way."

She decided not to mention that he was the one that got excited looking at new science journals that got published or buying VIP tickets to some weird science convention that would be on Friday if she remembered correctly.

"I don't understand," Annie interrupted her thoughts. "We were getting along really well! Not as well as you and Tony, Pepper, but still…"

Honestly, Pepper didn't know what to say. Rhodey was being just as much as an enigma as Tony was now and it was beyond confusing. Pepper couldn't even imagine what had Rhodey so upset that he'd start "acting out" as many parents may say. When thinking about the reason why she could only think of one thing that it could tie back to.

"It's my fault, isn't it?"

She had a feeling that it had something to do with why Tony was in the hospital last week. Despite her efforts though, she couldn't figure out what the connection was. And just like Annie, it was frustrating not being able to know.

"Do you think I should give up and move on?" Annie suddenly asked, twisting her fingers in her hair nervously. A sign that she didn't approve of her own words.

Pepper took that as her signal. "No. I think you should keep trying. I think he's just having a bad week."

Annie took a moment before finally nodding. "Yeah, he was gone a lot this last week. Maybe he got sick or someone in the family was. I hope everything's okay."

Pepper almost forgot that she hadn't told Annie what had happened that day. She had respected Tony's wishes in keeping that in the shadows for as long as possible. After all, it was none of her business to tell people of Tony's life. "I'm sure they will be, Annie."

Though, she was starting to wonder who she was trying to convince.

The day was just like any other. Aside from the fact that she was sick and, quite honestly, miserable as she was stuck at home, the day was normal. She spent the morning and early afternoon sleeping it off and watching movies in the living room. It wasn't until a little after three that her small cold that consisted of a light fever, chills, and a sore throat—that seemed way worse that morning than they really were—that it had turned in a figurative "death bed."

Three people stopped by to visit to make sure she was alright, one even bearing a get well card. It was almost as if she was dying or something. No one would fess up to who came up with the visit plans, but she had a strong feeling it had something to do with the boy with the sky in his eyes and mischief on his lips. Annie and Happy claimed it was only a coincidence that all three of them showed up at the same time. But Pepper knew better. When three friends show up at her door bearing a get well card and, surprisingly, flowers from Tony of all people she knew that something was up.

"Math sucks," Happy whined to Pepper at some point. "I wish you were there so you could have explained it at lunch for me."

"You didn't understand that?" Tony had wondered, looking surprised before catching himself and laughing. "Me neither!"

That was their way of seeming casual about their get-well visit.

"I was gone one day," Pepper reminded them for the umpteenth time. "I'm not dying."

"We're all dying," Tony argued from his spot on the coffee table he made himself comfortable on. "Slowly. Year by year. Month by month. Day by day. Second by…"

Annie playfully punched him in the arm, earning her a surprised look from the boy. "Nobody likes a smart aleck."

"I'm just saying," Tony shrugged, rolling off the coffee table to sit on his knees across from Pepper who remained curled up under the blankets on the couch. "Pepper's where's some paper?"

While Tony was off retrieving the paper she directed him to, Annie plopped down on the couch beside her. "Word down the street," she whispered, "Tony's avoiding you."

Pepper adjusted herself so her legs were propped over Annie's. "How? If he was avoiding me, wouldn't he not be here right now?"

"I mean, physical contact. Tony hasn't touched or sat next to you since we got here." the redhead pointed out. "I pay attention, and I know that he usually initiates some sort of contact when you guys are together. But he seems to be deliberately moving away from you."

"And?" Pepper wondered, not seeing the point.

Though Tony's return silenced Annie's response, leading her to only shrug leaving it Pepper's guess. Though now that she was paying attention, she could see that Tony was sitting on the other side of the coffee table from her when there was plenty of space on her other side to sit on the couch. Was he intentionally avoiding her? If so, why? Had she said something to hurt him? No, she knows that he wouldn't be here if she had. He was here because he wanted to be, not because he had to. Maybe he just doesn't want to get sick. That seems logical.

"What're you doing, Stark?" Happy wondered, shifting from looking at the pictures on the wall to the blank sheets of paper Tony brought back. "Doodling?"

Tony only shrugged. "Maybe."

"Hmm," Happy contemplated calmly. "I've seen some of your drawings, they're pretty good."

"You think?"

Happy's response was delayed by the buzzing of his phone. He sighed in annoyance. "Ugh! I have to go feed Foo Foo Cuddly Poops. This sucks."

"What?" Annie snorted, almost choking in the process. "Foo Foo what now?"

"Foo Foo Cuddly Poops," Happy repeated slowly, "my new cat. Isn't that a cute name!"

"Sure, Happy," Tony piped in. "That sounds perfect for a cat."

"See?" Happy gestured aimlessly. "Tony understands!"

"Tony's also been wearing dead flowers in his hair all day," Annie reminded the teen. "Plus, I don't think he was listening."

Happy momentarily paused his collection of his stuff to mockingly look offended, but laughed anyway. "Well, I'm going to go be responsible and feed my cat."

Annie sighed. "I guess that means I should go to. Happy was my ride."

Pepper lifted her legs from her best friend and yawned, not realizing how tired she was until she realized that her guests were leaving. Well, all but one.

"Tony, you coming?" Happy wondered, pulling out his keys.

"Nah," Tony waved, only half looking up from his doodling. "I'll catch a taxi."

Not minutes later, it was Pepper and Tony alone. The TV was playing softly in the background, but other than that it was nothing but silent in the room. Even so, Pepper didn't find it the least bit awkward. Unlike anyone else, she felt comfortable with Tony. Lately, nothing needed to be said between the two and they could be perfectly content to sit there for hours. At least in her mind.

Not long later though, Tony had moved so his shoulder rested against her legs as they dangled off the couch. He hadn't said much, but just crawled the circle around the coffee table and brought his doodles with him. It wasn't until Pepper was almost dozing off again that Tony spoke up.

He pushed his doodles aside and pulled the bouquet of flowers that still needed a vase, closer to him. "Thank you," he softly spoke, causing her to lean into his words. "For the flowers, I mean. Last week."

"I thought you hated them." Pepper stated, remembering his exact words.

"I do—did," he responded, once again twiddling his fingers in the hem of his shirt. "It's...complicated."

It was then that she realized that he was trying to say something more. It was one of those rare moments where Tony was seemingly vulnerable. That once in a lifetime moment where she was reminded that Tony's heart was bigger than he led others to believe.

"Tell me about it," she slid herself off the couch so she was eye level with the boy. "Can you?"

For a brief moment, when their eyes made contact, she was worried that he wasn't going to open up to her. He looked as he did the day before when he pulled away from what would have been their second kiss. Silently, she pleaded for him to gain his confidence back so he could get whatever it was off his chest. Her pleas were unnecessary apparently as he took a deep breath before finally speaking.

"My mom," Tony started, "she loved flowers. If there was one thing she was always passionate about that wasn't her family, it was flowers. Always flowers. She'd grow them and care for them in the house, in the yard, anywhere. I think it was one of the hardest things she had to let go when she got too sick.

"Then, when she...passed away...people brought us flowers for our loss," he continued. "As if flowers would make us feel better. As if they would bring her back. As if they actually cared!"

"Tony," she rested her hand on his when his voice rose and cracked. She squeezed tightly, feeling his tremble that spread through his entire being. She couldn't tell if it was from the sadness or anger. Or both. "It's okay. I'm here."

He gave her a small smile that didn't reach his eyes. "Sorry, I didn't mean it."

She smiled back and rested her head on his shoulder. "So you hate flowers because they remind you of her funeral."

"Not the funeral," he interjected. "I remember all those flowers in the house, the first flowers in the house since mom stopped planting. At first, I loved them as my mom had. I mean, I threw a fit when they gave them to me, because I didn't understand why they'd care or how they'd help, but I found they made me feel...closer to mom; even after she passed. But then they all died, one by one, reminding me of the cruelty of life and what I had lost. It wasn't any easier the second time…"

Suddenly, she felt immensely guilty about her little joke. Meant to be playful as it had been when he told her his original reason behind his hate of flowers. She hadn't realized that it was such a deep-seated hate such as this that was inherently painful that he could barely keep his voice steady and coherent. She wanted nothing more than to take back that stupid decision but knew time was not on her side. Time was never on her side and that was the hard reality of things.

"But you helped me realize something," Tony spoke before she could even process an apology. "Flowers don't have to symbolize only death. Flowers can be so much more than that."

As he spoke, he gently pulled back the wrappings on the bouquet just the end of the stems were covered. He stopped unraveling the light packaging and looked at her with gentle eyes. A gentleness that she's never seen in his eyes. Yet even in those gentle eyes, she could see a fire burning in those eyes.

"So I decided to use these flowers," he softly jabbed his chin in the direction of the flowers on the table. "As a beginning instead of an end."

He finished unveiling the flowers slipping something off the base of the flowers and in his palm. He twisted to face her, his face as red as ever.

Pepper's own heart was thumping strongly in her chest, seeming to almost want to leap out of her own and into his hands. Not to mention her curiosity levels were through the roof, that she knew.

"Tony, you didn't have to…" she couldn't even finish her own sentence, she was so in awe of it all.

He outstretched his hand towards her and released his grip to reveal the object hidden within his palm. It opened to unveil a gold necklace with a simple horizontal bar with a single zig-zag in it, but even the simplicity of it took her breath away. She examined it closer and only then did she pick up on what it was supposed to be.

"It's...is that a…"

"It's a heartbeat," Tony's smile finally reached his electric blue eyes as he rested his empty palm over her rapidly beating heart. "Because my heart now has a reason to beat."

A hand on her shoulder startled her awake, almost causing the person resting on her shoulder to fall into her lap. "What?" She looked up to see her dad, still in uniform and a handful of paperwork. "Dad?"

Looking around with her stiff neck, she realized that she had fallen asleep where she sat last night with Tony—who was lightly snoring on her shoulder. She rested her fingers on the necklace which now hung loosely around her neck, a smile slipping onto her face.

"It's late," her dad commented when she seemed to have regained her bearings. "You should go sleep in your bed."

She looked to Tony, who looked too peacefully sleeping to disturb, but after only slight movements, she realized just how much she was going to regret sleeping on the floor like she had. "Yeah…"

Her dad helped her move from underneath the blue-eyed boy while preventing said boy from face planting on the floor. Turns out, Tony was a hard sleeper. When he was out, he was out. Despite how peaceful he looked, seeing him on the cold, uncomfortable floor made her want to wake him up. She already stiff and sore from how she fell asleep, and she could only imagine what he'd feel like in the morning if he slept like that all night.

"I'll deal with him," Virgil said, noticing his daughter's reluctance to go to sleep herself. "I'll make sure he's comfortable. I have to talk to him anyway."

"What?" she looked back at Tony's face that was quickly disappearing as her dad lead her to her room. "You found out something? Dad, did you find the person who attacked Tony?"

Her dad sighed and leaned against the doorway of her room when they arrived. "Go to sleep, sweetheart."

"Dad," she protested, "Please."

"I can't," he said with a shake of his head. "I have to talk to him first."

She groaned, not liking the answer, but sat back on her bed in defeat. "I guess."

Virgil only laughed and turned her light off. "Night, sweetheart."

"Night, dad."

When he was gone, she resolved herself to ask the boy first thing in the morning before school. Speaking of school, she hadn't even started the homework that she should have already been done. But the thought of seeing Tony in the morning eroded her concern away.

Except, he was gone by the time her first alarm went off.

She half-expected to find that Tony wasn't going to be there first period but found herself pleasantly surprised when he was already waiting for her at their desk.

"Morning," he greeted her with a smile, one that was genuine and not his usual, infamous smirk. "Pretty necklace."

She instinctively reached to rub the jewelry between her fingers as she found herself doing all morning as she thought about the previous night. "Thanks, some pretty boy gave it to me yesterday. It meant a lot to me."

"Seems like he has good taste," he commented, his infamous smirk finally making it to his lips. "Should I be worried about this guy?"

"No," Pepper softly assured him. "He's got tough competition."

Tony turn away just as the teacher walked into the room, but not fast enough to hide the brilliant shade of red it had become. Thus, the whole hour was spent, once again, completely distracted by the boy beside her. But this time, he didn't even have to build a barrier and steal her shoe. This time, all he did was made her smile. But even something as small and insignificant as that had captivated her heart.

By the time the end bell rang, she was pretty sure that she was going to have to get Tony's help on the assignment they received. Help Tony was more than happy to give, of course under the usual conditions that she doesn't share his secrets with their peers. Yet, happy to give the help, he appeared to be preoccupied with something else that was on his mind. He wasn't as focused as usual when he was helping her. He seemed more interested in the clouds in the sky among other things. She knew they should have stuck to the library, he got less distracted there than he did when they went up on the roof. But it had been surprisingly nice outside for a Mid-March day, she couldn't refuse a day up had been a while after all.

"What about this one?" Pepper asked, directing his attention to a problem that didn't fit the pattern he was showing her.

"What?"

"It has an extra variable," Pepper pointed out, a little frustrated that she couldn't get the problem right. But when she looked up, she noticed Tony on his phone, a furrow set in his brows. "Is something wrong?"

He blinked and looked up. "What? Oh, it's nothing. I'm just expecting a message is all."

"From who?"

Tony shifted, his eyes downcast as he leaned away. "A friend, nobody important."

She didn't believe him, but he did remind her of something. "So, did my dad talk to you? Did they figure it all out? Please tell me they got him!"

Tony rubbed his neck. "Yeah, he talked to me. But...it wasn't about that. Well, a little, but that wasn't why he spoke with me."

Now she was confused. Why would her dad want to talk with him if it wasn't about the case? "What did he want?"

Tony just waved his hand. "Nothing important. Actually, it was kind of funny. I forgot a meeting I was supposed to have with him yesterday, but I forgot because I was worried about you."

"I just had a small 24-hour cold, Tony," Pepper reminded him. "I think I'll live."

"Cold's used to be fatal, you know," Tony informed her. "Just a small fever used to kill people."

"Well, we have modern medicine and cleaner living conditions. I think I'll be fine," she assured him but shook her head to get back on topic. "So he just wanted to talk to you about a missed meeting?"

"Yep!" Tony nodded.

Pepper narrowed her eyes. "Oh yeah? Is that the truth? If I asked him tonight what you guys talked about last night, he'll say just that?"

It was a lie, of course, her dad doesn't like talking about his cases with her. She could always manage to get something out of him—she was his daughter after all—but when it came to Tony, her dad was strangely zipped shut on the matter. He'd sigh and say they made no progress or that there might be something, but that's all he would say. But by the drop of emotion in Tony's face, she knew that she wouldn't need to talk to her dad at all about the issue. Not if she can get Tony to talk first.

By the looks on his face, she expected him to fall into her trap, but instead, he surprised her. His hands that were previously twisting in his shirt as he normally did when he was nervous, were now supporting his weight as he leaned in close to her. "You know, you've gotta stop doing that."

"What?" Pepper found herself breathless as her heart was once again hammering against her chest.

"Saying things that make me want to kiss you." his nose was inches from her, if even, and his breath was sharp and hot against hers.

Heat on her face, her heart in her throat, she found herself licking her lips. "And what if I don't want to?"

For a split second, she could see the surprise in his eyes, before he finally followed through with his words with the collision of their lips. It took her only a moment before she realized something. Unlike the first time they kissed, she didn't have to be careful. She didn't have to worry about hurting him. It was something she didn't know mattered so much.

It soon became clear that he realized this too.

His hand found a spot to hold her just behind her ear, his other hand gently lowering them so he could rub his newly free hand through her hair and over her scalp, driving chills down to her toes. His lips were surprisingly soft and just as warm as they were last time. It was intoxicating. When he pulled away, she was all but gasping for air she wished she didn't need at that moment. All while Tony lightly kissed her jawline and the spot between her eyes before finally propping himself so he was sitting up again, offering his hand for her.

After regaining her thoughts, she joined him, faintly touching the spots he'd kissed. "What was that about? I just wanted to know what you talked to my dad about…"

"That is what we talked about," he informed her. "He's very persuasive."

And here she thought her heart couldn't beat any faster.

She couldn't be any more wrong.

So...what do you guys think? o.O Was it worth the 6-month wait? Was it? Ooooh, I need it know! Oh, and I dropped a reference to a popular cartoon in this chapter, bonus points to whoever can guess what it is and where it's from.

Graduation is in the next week and I'm so excited but nervous. And college is next fall. You guys, I'm so emotional! :'( I really hope I'll still get to write for you guys. Even if it seems a lot of people are gone...

Fun Fact: On the topic of college, I'll be majoring in English and minoring in Japanese. :)

Thank you guys as always for sticking around with me! This story has been a journey and I'm trying to keep my attention more solely on it for the time being. But you know me, I struggle with that goal. :P But you guys are always so supportive and I'm glad to have written for you!

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