A/N: Most characters belong to S. Meyer. Major plotline belongs to J. Austen. The rest is me.

Michelle Renker Rhodes worked her editor magic here.

Someone asked how many chapters are left. I have no idea. Not too many, that's all I can say. Less than 10?

A&A Ch. 25 (P&P Ch. 43)

Emmett laughed heartily as Bella tripped over her skis again and went tumbling down the beginner's hill, cursing up a storm as she went. Expertly, he dug his picks into the cool, tightly packed snow and skied over to her, putting out a hand to help her.

"I think I've had enough of skiing for the day," Bella growled.

"We've only been doing it for a couple of hours!" Emmett chuckled. "We have all afternoon and all day tomorrow to make you an expert on the slopes!"

He tugged her up and she scowled at him, wiping away the snow on her face before patting off the snow on her ass. This just made Emmett laugh harder.

"I think I'm ready to wave the white flag here and head back to the city," Bella muttered.

"Not gonna happen, little cuz. I'll have you skiing down Devil's Peak by tomorrow afternoon if it's the last thing I do."

Bella rolled her eyes and tried to walk away from him, but only managed to fall once again.

"If you insist on taking me up there it'll be the last thing I do."

Emmett chortled. "Alright, alright, are you ready for a break?"

Bella nodded vehemently, struggling to get up once more.

"I'm going to end up with a break - one way or another."

Emmett laughed as he pulled her up once more. "Come on, let's go get lunch."

They stopped in at their hotel first, to change into dry clothes – or rather so that Bella could change into dry clothes. Emmett waited in the lobby, and after Bella peeled out of her snow pants and sweatshirt, she changed into a pretty, fitted purple turtleneck sweater paired with cream-colored skinny corduroys and tall boots. Then she went down to meet him. On her way down, she texted Alice and learned that she was doing just fine. She'd spent the morning hanging out with her friend, and they were also on their way to lunch. Bella quickly told her about her trouble staying upright in skis, and Alice responded that she hated to say it, but she was glad she hadn't gone.

Bella chuckled quietly as she approached Emmett, who was talking and laughing with a pretty receptionist. He grinned at Bella and walked towards her.

"I was getting directions. Ready to go?"

As they drove through the snow-filled Finger Lakes region, Emmett pointed out the sites as well as gave her a brief history of the area. The region was so named because of the various lakes that surrounded it, long and narrow and sort of shaped like fingers. The area was a popular tourist destination, and as Bella looked out her window, she could definitely see the appeal - even in the winter: rolling hills with pristine white snow-peaks, 18th century buildings, snow-covered woodland areas, and all of it surrounded by frozen lakes that sparkled in the sunlight. It was also clear that Emmett had greatly enjoyed spending four years in the area while he'd gone to Cornell pre-med.

So distracted was Bella in the scenery that she didn't notice that they'd arrived at the restaurant until they circled around it to find parking for their rental. When she exited the car, she took in her surroundings. It was a beautiful area – probably the prettiest she'd seen so far. Just beyond the restaurant lay acres and acres of farmland, though what they were growing she couldn't tell since it was all covered in snow. A majestic, white house seemed to rise just above a small hill about three-quarters of a mile away, surrounded on either side by more farmland. And just beyond everything, a glorious, white lake made the entire scene picture-postcard perfect. Bella sighed; she had never seen anything for which nature had done so much. She glanced up at the restaurant in front of her-

-and froze:

Pemberley Vineyards Restaurant.

Emmett stopped and looked at her.

"Is something wrong?"

She looked around. "This…this is Pemberley Vineyards?"

Emmett nodded. "Yup. Impressive, isn't it? You should see it in the spring and summer, when the grapevines are in full swing - so to say. Beautiful. It's also got one of the best restaurants in the area and the prices are pretty reasonable, believe it or not - especially for lunch. My friends and I used to come up here every once in a while. There's also this cool wine-tasting room in the back," he grinned.

Bella still hadn't moved – or taken her eyes off of the restaurant. Her heart raced in her chest.

"I…I…actually, Emmett, I'm not all that hungry. Maybe we should just go get pizza?"

"They make the most delicious White Pizza here."

"Chinese?"

"They've got a kick-ass Pad Thai."

Bella stared up at the restaurant's sign, walking stiffly while Emmett practically dragged her inside. They were greeted by a friendly hostess and Bella literally shook in her boots as they were led to a booth by a window.

The restaurant itself was warm and inviting - full of long, floor to ceiling windows; the view inside was as beautiful as that outside. A huge, stone fireplace at the very end of the room kept the entire space toasty. Soft, friendly voices lingered in the air, as well as the sounds of utensils and plates being moved and served.

"Bella, you look white as a ghost! Are you sure you're feeling okay?"

"I'm fine." Bella swallowed thickly. She picked up her menu and hid behind it, her eyes moving all around the room, searching.

Unaware that she'd even ordered, a few minutes later her White Pizza arrived, and Bella ate it robotically, her throat dry as sand.

"Bella!"

"Huh?"

Emmett chuckled. "I asked how your pizza was."

"Oh. It's…delicious actually." Though she had absolutely no appetite, she could tell that had she been hungry, it would've been absolutely decadent.

"Yeah, I told you," Emmett grinned. "Do you want to try my steak?"

"No, I'm good," she answered distractedly, her eyes roaming around the restaurant.

"Who are you looking for?"

"Huh? What? I'm not looking for anyone." She took another bite of her pizza, chewing methodically, keeping her eyes down.

"Oh, that's right. You know him, don't you?"

"Know who?" Bella asked, meeting Emmett's curious gaze.

"The owner of Pemberley Vineyards. I remember your buddy Mike mentioning that you knew him. What's his name again?" Emmett snapped his fingers - trying to recall. "Oh yeah, Edward Cullen."

"First of all, Mike is not my buddy," Bella answered. "And second of all…"

Emmett leaned over the table, closer to her. "Second of all, what?"

Just then the restaurant manager approached their booth.

"How was your lunch, guys?"

"It was great," Emmett grinned, patting his stomach. "Best steak I've had in a while."

"And you, Miss?" the gentleman asked, his expression friendly and genuinely curious.

"It was very good, thank you."

The manager grinned proudly. "We strive for the best here at Pemberley. Our owner would accept nothing less."

"Edward Cullen?" Emmett asked.

The manager grinned wider. "Yes, Edward. Do you know him?"

Emmett shook his head. "Not me, personally. But my cousin here does." He jerked his head towards Bella with an amused twitch of the mouth.

Now the manager looked over at Bella, grinning as if he'd just made a lifelong friend.

"Do you really, Miss? Edward has grown up to be a great guy, just like his dad."

"Did you know his father?" Bella found herself asking.

The gentleman nodded. "I've been working here for over fifteen years. I started out as a busboy, but Edward Sr. himself looked out for me. The Cullen family provides scholarships for employees who show drive and potential, and I was able to go to culinary school, and well, here I am, manager of this fine establishment. In the past couple of years, Edward Jr. has even expanded the program. He's extremely generous with his employees and with the entire community."

Bella sat quietly, stunned.

"May I ask how you know him, Miss?"

"I…I…spent some time with him and his friends over the summer."

"He's a good guy, isn't he?"

"Yes, he's a good guy."

"May I ask your name?"

"Uhm…"

"It's Bella. Bella Swan. And I'm her cousin, Emmett," Emmett answered cheerfully.

"Well, Bella and Emmett, dessert is on the house. Why don't you take a look at the menu, and then let our server know what you'd like, okay?"

Emmett grinned hungrily. "Sounds good."

As soon as the manager walked away, Bella leaned into her cousin.

"Why did you tell him our names?" she hissed quietly.

"Should I not have? Are you wanted for some crime I don't know about?" Emmett questioned with a smirk.

Bella narrowed her eyes at him. "No. It's just that…."

"Just that what?"

She sat back slowly, but didn't answer. Instead, when the waiter came she ordered a chocolate cake without even looking at the menu.

Bella ate her dessert quietly, once again noting how darn delicious the chewy concoction was, even though her stomach was so tied up in knots she regretted that she couldn't even really enjoy it.

Once again, the manager, who introduced himself as Mr. Reynolds, came back to them.

"So how was dessert?"

"This here was the best damn New York State Cheesecake I have ever had in my life!" Emmett said through a mouthful of cake.

Mr. Reynolds beamed. "And you, Bella? How was your chocolate cake?"

"It really was wonderful," Bella responded honestly.

"Good," Mr. Reynolds smiled proudly. "We use only the best ingredients – like genuine Valhalla chocolate from the Valhalla region not too far from here. We try to source from the local growers as much as possible because Edward is adamant about helping the local farmers."

Bella stared at him, mouth slightly ajar.

"Does…Edward spend much time up here?"

"Not as much as we wish he would," Mr. Reynolds confessed with a shake of his head. "The vineyard is always more cheerful when he and his sister, Rosalie, are home. Though now that he's completed medical school, we hope to see him more often, even with the medical practice he'll be running in the city. He mentioned trying to spend as many weekends up here as possible. He's always loved the region, and it shows in the way he cares for it. And Rosalie spends as much time as she can up here too."

"Do you know…if he's up here right now?" Bella asked, hoping no one had picked up on the way her voice shook around the question.

She almost sighed out loud in relief when Mr. Reynolds shook his head. "Unfortunately not. Last I heard he was trying to take care of some things down in the city so that he and Rosalie could come up in a couple of days, on Christmas Eve. He's such a good brother to her; she's lucky to have him after having lost their parents so young."

"I'm sure she is," Bella murmured quietly, thinking to herself just how true that fact was.

"You speak so highly of him," Emmett cut in, looking at Bella as he spoke, "but I've heard from some people that he can be pretty arrogant."

At this, Mr. Reynolds shook his head vehemently. "Edward isn't arrogant, at least no more than a young man as successful as he is deserves to be. He, as well as his father before him, and his sister Rosalie, are unfortunately very shy, and I know that sometimes when people first meet them, their first inclination is to think them arrogant. But they've simply always had trouble opening up right away. Once you get to know them though, you see them for what they really are."

Bella nodded, remembering how close Alice's own words had been to Mr. Reynolds'.

Mr. Reynolds clapped his hands. "Well, if you've finished your desserts, I'd love to invite you both to our wine-tasting room. We give tours of the vineyards in the warmer months, but I'm afraid it's too cold for that now."

"Oh, that's a shame," Bella said, with a genuinely sorry smile. Now that she knew that Edward wouldn't be catching her on his property, she realized she really would've enjoyed exploring the beauty of the grounds a bit more.

"But the wine room is just behind the restaurant," Mr. Reynolds offered as consolation, "and if you'd like to follow me, I could personally escort you around."

Bella saw the way Emmett's eyes lit up at that, and she had to admit it did sound like fun.

"What do you say, Cuz?" Emmett asked, his expression pleading.

"Sure," Bella smiled.

OOOOOOOOOO

As they walked through the wine-room, Mr. Reynolds in front explaining the history of Pemberley Vineyards to them, Emmett leaned into Bella.

"The picture Mr. Reynolds paints of Edward isn't the same one your buddy Mike painted of him a few months ago, is it?"

Bella's nostrils flared. "First of all, like I said, Mike is not my buddy. Second, what if Mr. Reynolds is exaggerating?"

Emmett smirked at her. "I doubt that highly. Have you ever seen a man more happy with his job and employer?"

Bella shook her head that she hadn't.

While Mr. Reynolds described the different grapes they grew in the fields and the different harvest schedules, a few pictures hanging on some simple, yet elegant black frames caught her eye. She walked over to them and saw that they were pictures of the vineyards over different summers. One picture in particular held her attention. Standing in front of the fields of white grapes were three young children. Bella recognized Edward and his disarming green eyes right away.

Mr. Reynolds came to stand next to her. "There's Edward himself," he confirmed, "when he was about thirteen. His dad taught him from the very beginning that an owner and employer needs to go into the fields and roll his sleeves up and help out. To this day, he still helps out whenever he can."

"You respect him very much, don't you, Mr. Reynolds?" Bella murmured, without taking her eyes off the picture. Even at thirteen, Edward was a cute kid.

"I believe that people earn respect," Mr. Reynolds responded solemnly, "and Edward has definitely earned all our respect."

Bella was quiet for a few seconds. "Is that Rosalie?" she questioned, looking at the beautiful little girl at Edward's side.

"Yes. Wasn't she a beautiful little girl? She's about the same age as my daughter, now," Mr. Reynolds exclaimed.

"And who is that boy on the other side of Edward?"

Out of the corner of her eye, Bella saw Mr. Reynolds make a face. "That is the son of an old friend of the Cullens. His father was the late Edward Cullen Senior's attorney. He was a great man, but unfortunately, the apple fell far from the tree in that case. As I recall, Mike was never fond of helping out around the vineyard, despite the fact that half the time he acted like he owned the place, always ordering everyone around," Mr. Reynolds scowled. "We don't really see him up in these parts anymore, thank goodness."

Bella said nothing to all this, only thinking about how much it all confirmed what she'd learned from that letter a few weeks ago.

And to think, that she may have someday been able to roam freely around all this beauty! To possibly even call it-

No, she couldn't think that way. It did no use to think that way, even if at this moment she'd never felt regret so heavily in her heart. The praise bestowed on Edward by Mr. Reynolds was nothing to be taken lightly. What could be more valuable than the praise of not only an employee, but also an old family friend, someone who'd known him since childhood? And then she thought of how generous and kind and caring he obviously was, with family, friends, employees, the community!

Lost in her thoughts, she barely took note of Mr. Reynolds handing her a glass of white wine instead of the small, plastic cups generally handed out in wine-tasting rooms. She walked out onto the wide, open patio attached to the room, gazing out at the fields that had been obviously tended to with so much love and care. She thought of the feelings that Edward had expressed to her - that day that now felt like ages ago - and now felt so much more than gratitude. She felt warmth that filled her heart; that erased all the other awkward words he'd spoken – that made her chest expand and ache all at once.

Bella looked out at the rows and rows of frozen plants and brought the wine glass to her lips, her gaze unfocused as she remembered the look on Edward's face the last time she'd seen him, the shock in his eyes-

-quite similar to the shock in his eyes now - as he looked up at her out on the open patio.

Bella drew in a sharp gasp, while Edward gazed at her as if he were seeing a ghost.

Both stood frozen to their spots, until Bella, filled with embarrassment and mortification quickly ran back into the tasting room, where Emmett was sipping his own wine and in deep discussion with Mr. Reynolds.

"Emmett, we have to leave – right now!"

"Why, what happened?" Emmett frowned.

She looked back and forth, searching for a place to set down her wine glass, and anxiously set it over one of the wine bottle displays.

"We just have to go!" she hissed desperately and turned to leave.

"Bella!"

It was him – Edward.

She froze in place yet again – her heart hammering against her ribs. Closing her eyes and swallowing thickly, she turned around.

He'd apparently come up through the patio, and now he stood just a few feet from her, strong shoulders rising and falling, green eyes blazing. His hair was in a perfect disarray of thick, bronze locks. It shocked her how much she wanted to reach out and run her hands through it.

He gazed at her with as much confusion as apprehension, but when he spoke his words were calm and composed.

"How are you, Bella?"

"I'm…okay, thanks. And you?"

"Hanging in there."

Uncomfortable Silence.

"How has your family been?"

"They've been okay, thanks."

"Good. That's good to know. And you, how have you been?"

As mortified as she felt, her lips couldn't help but twitch with amusement at his repeated inquiry.

"I've been alright."

"It's…surprising to see you here."

Bella bit her lip. She could feel the heat in her face. Why oh why hadn't they just left after lunch? This must have all looked so conveniently set up to him, her sudden appearance here. But then again, Mr. Reynolds had said he wasn't supposed to show up until Christmas Eve, a couple of days from now.

Bella decided to make it clear that she hadn't been trying to purposely run into him.

"I'm spending the holidays in New York City, and with the snow expected for the next couple of days, Emmett thought it would be a good idea to come up to Ithaca for a couple of days and do some skiing."

At this, Edward's eyes flashed quickly to the man standing just off to the side, this…Emmett, who seemed to be watching him with no little amusement, sipping slowly on his glass of wine. Edward's eyes hardened for a split second, but then with a deep breath, he continued his conversation with Bella.

"And how are you enjoying the area?"

"It's really very beautiful," she said honestly.

Edward nodded. They gazed at each other silently for a few seconds, but then Edward turned away from her, though it seemed almost begrudgingly, and took a couple of quick strides towards Emmett.

"Edward Cullen," he introduced himself, putting a hand out in a show of impeccable manners.

"Emmett Jenks," Emmett introduced himself, shaking Edward's hand heartily, "Bella's cousin."

At this, Edward's eyes grew wide. His shoulders visibly relaxed.

"Bella's…cousin?"

"Yup," Emmett grinned. "Her cousin. I went to school in the area and wanted to show Bella around."

Edward grinned.

"Mr. Reynolds said you weren't due back up here for a couple of days," Bella blurted, still anxious to make it known that she hadn't planned any of this.

Edward quickly turned his attention back to Bella, nervously running a hand through his hair. "Oh. Well, yes, he was right. But I was able to finish everything off in the city earlier than I thought, so Rosalie and I decided to come home."

"Oh," Bella said.

Another silence filled the space around them, neither one knowing what to say to the other.

"Well, it was good to see you-" Bella began, while Edward's heart thumped desperately, searching for words to keep her near, but none immediately came to mind.

"Edward," Mr. Reynolds cut in quickly, "I mentioned to Bella earlier that during the warmer months we give tours of the vineyards. She sounded extremely disappointed that no tours were going on now." He smiled quietly at the young man he'd known since childhood.

"I could take you for a tour," Edward volunteered.

"I'd hate to bother-"

"It would be no bother at all. I mean," he smiled sheepishly, and Bella noted how disarming a sheepish Edward could be, "it's a bit of a walk, but as I recall, Bella, you're pretty fond of walking."

Bella couldn't help grinning at his observation.

"You're right. I am pretty fond of walking."

Edward grinned with his entire being, and once again, Bella found herself disarmed.

OOOOOOOOOO

In this almost defenseless and bewildered state of mind, Bella walked through the vineyards next to Edward. And though he didn't touch her, the heat that had always emanated off of his body kept her warm. Mr. Reynolds accompanied them – walking just a few feet behind with Emmett.

Sparkling, white snow covered almost every surface they passed – from the tree branches up above them to the bare grapevines held up by rows and rows of poles. Edward pointed out which sections grew which grapes, the harvest seasons for each, and generally all types of information. Mr. Reynolds had been right; Edward's depth of knowledge made it obvious that he'd spent plenty of time out in these fields himself. In addition, the velvet timbre of his voice as he spoke made all the information he conveyed all the more interesting. Bella was soon deeply interested in all he said, in everything he pointed out.

Having spent four years in an area with so many vineyards, Emmett himself had become pretty familiar with the subject, and soon he and Edward were in deep discussion about wines and grapes. Bella took this time to gather her thoughts – though she couldn't help smiling to herself as she looked down at her feet at the fact that Edward seemed to be quite engaged in listening to the opinion of one of her "lowly" relatives.

But what else was going through his mind?

What did he think of her - of her being here at Pemberley Vineyards now? Did he think anything of it at all? Did he still have those feelings towards her that he'd expressed that day that now seemed so long ago, or was she no more than a tourist to his vineyards to him? No, Bella knew this last thought to be wrong. Whether seeing her had caused him pain or pleasure she hadn't been able to tell, but it had been clear he'd felt something. The problem was that she had no idea what.

Eventually, they'd walked all the way up to the elegant, white house that Bella had seen from the restaurant, and now Bella looked up and could see it for all its glory. It was a huge house, but somehow she could feel the warmth emanating from within it. There were windows everywhere, which assured her that on the inside the house must've been light and airy. In addition, the windows all had bright blue shutters, which gave it a splash of color and life. A wrap-around porch seemed to go around the whole house, and a couple of white, wooden swings graced each side of the double-door entry. A huge, green wreath with a big red bow had been hung on either door, and in contrast to the warm whiteness of the house, they stood out beautifully. Vividly red winter poinsettias inside of big, dark pots decorated each step up to the porch. Bushes cut into decorative shapes as well as those in their natural form were all set out in a pleasing and soothing landscape around the house.

"Wow," Bella found herself murmuring.

Edward leaned in carefully; his breath tickled her ear as he spoke. "Do you like everything so far?"

Bella shivered, acutely aware of his proximity, intoxicated by the freshness of his breath. She could feel his eyes intently on her.

"Everything is perfect," she breathed with intensity. "A person couldn't ask for anything more."

And then realizing how her words could be construed, she felt her face heat again, and looked down – though she could still feel him gazing at her.

"Man, med-school better pay off because I'd seriously love a place like this someday," Emmett chuckled.

Bella felt Edward turn away from her. "You're in medical school?" he asked her cousin.

"Yup," Emmett grinned proudly. "Second year. Cornell, down in the city."

Edward grinned. "My dad went to Cornell. It's a great school. Listen, I just finished up my medical degree myself a few months ago. If you ever want to talk…perhaps need advice on planning courses, or a good word for an internship…or if you just want to bounce around some ideas on specialties you might be considering, let me know."

Emmett nodded his head happily before looking over at Bella with equal parts astonishment and awe. "I may just take you up on that."

However, Bella was just as shocked as Emmett seemed to be. She kept wondering why he was acting so kind, so helpful. It couldn't possibly be for her benefit, could it? He couldn't possibly have taken her accusations of his arrogance to heart, could he? He couldn't possibly still be…in love with her.

Could he?

Emmett and Mr. Reynolds abruptly walked away, both suddenly obtaining an apparently acute interest in the winter foliage of the trees a few feet away, and Bella was left alone with Edward.

"I really didn't know you'd be here," she repeated once again, for no other reason than she didn't know what else to say.

"Does it bother you that I am?" he asked.

Again, Bella didn't know how to answer. Her tongue had never felt so tied and unsure in all her life.

But Edward saved her from having to answer one way or the other.

"Like I said, I finished up in the city early, and Rosalie and I decided to come home. We've always felt…more at peace here than anywhere else, and lately, well, we've both needed some peace."

Bella only answered with a nod, eyes still cast down, wishing that she could just shrivel up and disappear - because she suspected she may have been the reason why Edward felt he needed peace.

"Bella, if it's not too much to ask," Edward murmured quietly in that soft yet firm velvet voice that she'd never until today heard him use before, "I'd like to introduce you to my sister, Rose."

At this, Bella looked up, startled, and met his gaze again.

"She's heard me talk about you and…" Edward continued with a shrug, "…she would've liked to have met you."

"I…"

"Rose isn't home right now," Edward went on quickly. "She's actually coming up with Jasper and his cousins later on tonight, but if you don't mind, I'd love to bring her over just for a quick introduction."

"I think that's a great idea!" Emmett answered for Bella, approaching them again. "Listen, Edward, Bella hasn't taken too fondly to her skiing lessons. I think I might be going too hard on her. She might need someone more…patient to help her out. Why don't you guys come meet us tomorrow morning, and we'll all go skiing? That way you can give me some help with this one here out on the bunny trail." Emmett grinned impishly.

But Edward completely missed the impish grin because his eyes rested helplessly on Bella. "If Bella doesn't mind, I'd love to…help out and join you both tomorrow, and I'm sure Rosalie and the rest would too."

Bella nodded up and down slowly.

Edward drew in a deep breath and let it out through narrowed lips that widened into a smile.

Emmett clapped his hands together. "Then it's set. We'll see you all tomorrow!"

Then Edward asked them all if they'd like to come inside the house to warm up and rest before heading back up the hill to the car, which had been left by the restaurant. But Bella – more than a little bewildered and dizzy – reminded Edward that she loved to walk.

Besides, she thought to herself, she needed the cold air on her face to cool her down.

As the four walked back the way they came, Emmett and Mr. Reynolds behind and Edward and Bella up front, Edward inquired as to what she'd been spending her time doing in New York City, and Bella filled him in on all the sights she'd seen. Edward listened intently, and then said,

"Well, you know, there's still a lot you haven't done."

And it seemed to Bella as if it was an invitation to something, but Edward left it at that, and so did she.

Once they'd reached the restaurant, Mr. Reynolds said his goodbyes and walked inside, while Emmett climbed into the driver's seat to start the car and warm it up.

And once again, it seemed as if there were a million words between Edward and Bella, but none that could be verbalized.

"I'll see you tomorrow, then," Bella finally said.

Edward nodded, his green eyes warm despite the chill in the air. He swallowed before speaking.

"I'll be looking forward to it – and I'm sure Rose will too." The last part was thrown in almost as an afterthought, as if a way to temper and hide some emotion.

And as she began to turn away from him to get in the car, his hand shot out, the way it had that day in Madrona. But instead of reaching out for her, he paused in mid-air and brought it back to run through his own hair.

Bella wasn't sure if she was relieved – or heartbreakingly disappointed.

"I'll see you tomorrow, Bella." And with that, he turned and walked back towards the big white house, anxious hands stuffed stiffly in his pockets.

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