I guess that this chapter might be slightly AU since I'm too lazy to watch one episode to check all the details. But I guess you can all live with that.

Y is for Yes

"So…." Mr. Schuester riffled in the papers on his desk. "I guess that will be everything then. I hope you all have a nice evening and all that jazz. Anyone got any questions? No? Then, goodbye." Mr. Schuester turned to a paper on his desk and seemed gone for the world, while I glanced to my side and to Carole.

Kurt seemed to want to catch my attention but I glared at him and showed him to back away while I turned to Carole and reached out to take her bag and help her get the things back to her car. But Carole must have been far gone into her own thoughts because she screamed highly, and short and pulled the bag close to her ass if I had been trying to steal it.

"Oh… Okay guys. He just made me flinch a bit. Everything's fine." Carole had gone red as a tomato and tried to explain to the others who had turned to stare at us. "Sorry Burt, I was so gone in my own thoughts when you came at me like that I was for sure it was a robber." Carole suppressed a giggle while we moved out of the room and out in the hallway. "God, so embarrassing."

I couldn't help but laugh myself and did my best to suppress it. And looking at Carole which would make my heart beat so hard it was like as if it was trying to beat right out of my chest, and sensing the laughter that I just had to force down again, it brought me back to my teenage years and I had to shake my head and concentrate on whatever around me to return to here and now.

"So…" We continued out onto the parking lot, I was actually carrying her bag for her now and I continued doing so, so we wouldn't have to say goodbye just yet. "…You now know exactly how easily frightened I am… And… It seems like your son wants us to get to know each other so… you might as well be prepared… I'm frightened way too easily, worry too much. I think too much about what others might be thinking and sometimes gives in way too easily to at other times be way too stubborn." I couldn't keep myself from laughing this time.

"And I thought I was awkward when it came to start a relationship." I smirked so she'd know I was kidding. "I'll go then… No, just kidding. I'm perfect." Carole raised an eyebrow. "No… of course not. I'm over- protective to the ones I love. I can't show my own feelings in ways that will be good for everybody. I'm too impulsive, and I swear you've never seen table manners as bad as mine before. And reading the look on your face I am not the only one who have got some of these things on my conscience, table manners not so much though." Carole bit her lip. "But you are right and, I think Kurt wants yes two to get to know each other. I should probably leave soon because if I stay here with you for much longer my heart might beat so hard it beat right out of my chest." I sighed and pulled my cap of my head to have something to finger with. "So… before I have to leave then… maybe you'd like to grab a dinner or something some time."

Carole seemed nervous and until she answered I was certain I had asked a stupid question and she would run for her life. "Sure." She said at last and my heart skipped a beat. "I would like that. Maybe… maybe we should switch numbers or something and we could keep in touch." I nodded, but it must have taken me eight seconds to realize that the next thing I should do was to get my phone up.

"So…" I started something nervously when I pushed the phone down into my pocket again. "It doesn't seem like this is going too fast or anything because I hope you know that you shouldn't feel pressured into anything or so."

"I know. I know."

"Sure?" I beat myself up for asking that, it almost sounded like I was trying to reak up with her even before starting something. But Carole smiled in a way that I could tell meant that she understood my fear and everything and when she answered again I knew for sure she was telling the truth. "Are you sure you'd…. like to go out with me?"

"Yes."

XxXxXxX

At the day we had after what had felt like a thousand years since I saw her at McKinley that I finally would see Carole again I was all confused and restless. I couldn't keep still and it had felt like just one car after the other came in and had problems that would take a hundred years to fix, then fighting with some car- owner about the price when I had to change as good as the whole motor when someone had to try and fix the car themselves and that if something would get me in the worst of moods every time it happened.

But today not even that could have destroyed my good mood and I was falsely singing along to the radio's bad songs going from work and home to the Hudson's where I rang the doorbell happier than ever before but couldn't help to feel a gust of worry when Carole came to the door and had to lean against the doorframe because she seemed too tired to stay upright.

"Oh…. I'm sorry Burt. I had the night shift, and then I had to go to McKinley because Finn got into some fight and I really just want to sleep. Ehrm… Tomorrow's Saturday right?" I nodded and answered her yes. "Maybe we can meet up some time during the weekend but I can't even keep my eyes open right now so... I'm so sorry."

"It's okay." I patted her shoulder. "Call me when you're ready okay?" She nodded. "Goodnight." She mumbled something I could barely catch as goodnight and closed the door. Before I, despite the good reason she had felt my stomach clenching and my heart sank when I thought about that everything I had been so happy for lately wasn't going to happen anymore, and with my head bowed I walked back to the car, not seeing Finn was coming home so I almost walked straight into him.

"Hey F…inn. Oh." When I saw him suddenly I had an idea. "Finn… Can you go tell your mother you're spending the night at a friend's- Say Puck's or something? And then come to spend the time until tomorrow at mine and Kurt's." Finn looked confused. "It's for a surprise later. I'll wait for you just around the corner. See you."

"SURPRISE" I, Finn and Kurt all shouted the next forenoon when I had brought Carole into the tire shop for something that Kurt was calling 'brunch' and Kurt and Finn stood with each plate of breakfast slash lunch food on for the both of us and I had put out a table with a candy and each chair for the both of us along with everything else we would need.

"So… it's not dinner at Breadstix but… would you like to join me for brunch." A big smile had formed on Carole's lips and she didn't seem to know what to say at first but nodded happily. Then she answered me verbally and it was just the answer I had wished to hear.

"Yes."

XxXxXxX

I whistled along to the music playing on the radio while I drove from work and had one hand on the wheel while tapping my fingers on the other hand towards my knee with the rhythm.

I felt so very, very happy and in love. The in love feeling had come with me everywhere I went since the last time I saw Carole, while the happiness had grown stronger and stronger the closer we got to Friday and the next time I would get to see her beauty again. And now at last we were here, I had just left my work and was happily driving down the road to Lima memorial to pick her up from her work.

And there I sat, in my car in the parking lot outside the emergency room. And I waited, and waited, and waited. At last I had absolutely no patience left to wait with so I got out of the car and up and into the emergency room where I spotted her almost right away, even though she stood with her back against me and she must still be working half an hour after her shift ended because she was still in her scrubs.

I tried to catch her attention and at last saw nothing else to do. "CAROLE." I shouted, she flinched and turned. And my heart skipped a beat when I for the first time in what felt like forever didn't have to close my eyes to barely see her. She smiled, making my heart skip another beat and came walking to open the door into the Emergency room to let me in.

"I'm sorry I'm a bit caught up." She went in behind the reception and got a paper that she reached to me and pointed to a door not too far away. "You can go sit down in the lounge over there. If anyone wonders what you're doing here this will show them you're with me. It shouldn't be too long I've only got to check on… Well actually the only thing left is to change into my own clothes and go leave the scrubs in the laundry downstairs. Here you don't need that." She reached for the paper in my hands just as an ambulance gurney pushed by some doctors and two paramedics came through the door.

"Sally Lawrence. A hundred years old. Pain in jaw and her left arm. Possible heart attack. Hudson we need you here." Carole suppressed a sigh I could tell. "Hudson! Now!" She handed that paper back to me and gestured towards the door to the lounge before she ran away through the hallway and I drew a deep sigh and walked into the lounge away from the stressful emergency room and slumped down in one of the arm chairs in there.

I had bought a bunch of roses for Carole this morning and taken one of them into the hospital with me even though I hadn't found the right moment to hand it to her. Now I just sat in that arm chair and span it in my hand, God knows how many laps because it was the only thing I had to do, except to hold up that paper every time someone came in so I wouldn't be thrown out of here.

"Hummel was it?" After an hour or so, a young, male doctor I had spotted as the one who called out for Carole earlier came into the room. "You know Hudson right? Like know- know?" I nodded, but felt a gust of worry when I saw him frowning. "I think she needs someone right now, someone who isn't just a colleague. But her best friend is on a vacation…. I think you should come." I jumped onto my feet and hurried after him, until he pointed into one of the trauma rooms where I could see through the windows in the doors that she stood by the woman who had come in- Sally or whatever her name was. With the difference that now the woman was dead, and just an empty shell. And I hurried into the room to do my best to comfort.

"Carole, hon. Are you okay?" Carole shrugged, and didn't look at me but I could see she was crying and I quickly went over to her and put an arm around her shoulders. "Was this someone you knew?" She shook her head and wiped the tears with the back of the hand that wasn't holding onto the patient's.

"No, no. I-" She forced a short chuckle "I don't know what it is. I see people die every day that I'm at work but…. Burt. She had no one. She was a hundred years old and all of her friends were dead, she never married, never had any children. She only had herself and yet she outlived all of the ones that she knew." I wasn't so sure what to do. I wanted to do something but didn't want to do too much still. "The moment I leave, there's no one else that have even spoken to her while she was alive." Carole stroke Sally's hand with her thumb. "She was unconscious in the ambulance and coming in, but she woke up for a brief few minutes and I was talking to her. And then it just got worse so quickly…. God. I'm not even supposed to tell you this because of the confidentiality."

"My lips are sealed." I spun the rose I held in my hand and then handed it to Carole. "Kurt told me you'd told him white ones are your favorite. There's a bunch of them in the car so… maybe you'd like to leave that one here so at least it will show afterwards that someone cared for her. Would you?" Carole looked up at me with tear- filled eyes and nodded, carefully took the rose in her hand and put it by Sally's hand. I, who had so long been not so sure about what to do decided to take the chance and took a step closer and laid my arm around Carole's shoulders.

I felt Carole slightly relax under my touch and she lowered her head and wiped the tears again and then looked up at me. Standing like this everything I would have to do was to lean my head slightly forward to be able to kiss her. But I didn't want to rush anything and especially not in this moment, or with a dead woman right by so I kept dead still for God knows how long before Carole spoke almost too quietly for me to catch.

"You know… When someone dies you kind of instead to breakdown over the death you want to think about life. And I mean- usually the first part of making a life is a kiss, isn't it? So what could be a better way to celebrate a life than..."I couldn't help but smile- it kind of was an absurd thought but it was logic. "Hmm… when you imagined our first kiss… was the body of a dead woman ever a part of it?" I frowned, grimaced slightly and shook my head. "Come on."

Carole stroke the hand of Sally Lawrence one last time and then grabbed tighter onto mine and pulled me away out of the room and through the hallway and into the elevator. And all the way up- and we were in that elevator going up a lot of floors it felt like she still held my hand but stood as far away from me as possible, as if it was what it took not to do something

Finally getting out of the elevator we came out in a small room with a small refrigerator standing in a corner with a bunch of champagne glasses-of the kind that you use once and throw away or burn standing on top of it and Carole took two and then opened the fridge that I could see held a bunch of soda cans.

"Is cola alright?" Carole asked. I nodded and she grabbed one can from the fridge and poured up in the glasses and handed one of them to me. "Obviously none of us are allowed to drink at work. And someone broke the rules, and then to reduce the risk of it ever happening again, someone had the idea to put a fridge full of soda cans up here. Because if someone needed a toast we could all toast with the drink that we wanted with the nicest view." Carole opened a door and we went out, and I could see we were at the hospital's roof.

Carole showed me closer to the edge and we both glanced over the town. It was all dark outside but there must have been a million of lights we could see from houses and street lights. "So." Carole held up her glass. "For life. And for being here with you." We toasted and then drank, then only stood there in silence until Carole suddenly shivered and I (finally) realized she was still only wearing thin, short- sleeved scrubs.

"Oh, my bad." I quickly pulled my jacket off like I should have ages ago and hung it over Carole's shoulders. Suddenly standing so close. "Is that better?" Once again we were standing so close everything we'd have to do was to reach forward and we'd be able to let our lips meet. And oh boy was my heart beating strong! "Is this okay with you?" I made it sure, I guess being careful with these things just came with age. But at the answer she gave I took the chance and so I felt her lips against mine.

"Yes."

XxXxXxX

So mine and Carole's first and second dates might not have gone the way we had planned them two. But we still had ended up together and we had still ended up having a great time. So at when I dropped her off after dinner at the second we had scheduled the third one already at the end of the second. Closer this time, but even though it was only five days in between them two, it felt like ages the time when I was just counting down from Sunday to Friday, and when it was finally Sunday I could barely keep from jumping on the couch until Kurt came home, since he had insisted on letting him dress me for the date.

"Oh, this is her." Just as Kurt was making a not in my tie my cellphone called and Carole's name read over the lit up screen. "Hi honey. I was just about to get in the car and come and pick you up. I'm not late yet am I?" Carole didn't have the time to answer before she was cut off by a coughing fit and I couldn't talk to her for God knows how long. "Oh that doesn't sound good honey. Are you okay?"

"Burt, we'll have to cancel that date today. I'm ill and Finn are out with some friends the whole time so I can't even get out of the sofa. I'm sorry." Carole coughed again. "I'm really sorry. But I just can't make it today." She made another pause to sneeze and I raised an eyebrow at the phone.

"Bless you."

"Thank you honey. I gotta go now, I'm so dizzy if I keep standing with the phone I'll probably faint. But I'm too tired to understand that I might as well just sit down with it. Bye hon." I didn't have the time to answer her goodbye before she hung up and I was left standing with the silent phone in my hand for several minutes before Kurt came back into the room after getting something and asked me what was going on.

I told Kurt that Carole was ill and all of that and pulled off my tie and hung it around my neck loosely before I slumped down onto the kitchen sofa and stared onto my cellphone that I'd left lying on the table.

"So what are you gonna do?" Kurt asked and I shrugged.

"I don't know. I mean- she said she might faint and everything and I actually just want to go and take care of her and make sure she doesn't fall and hurt herself or anything. But at the same time we really haven't been together for that long so I don't know if she would feel comfortable with having me there when she's not well. Kurt what are you doing?"

Kurt had stood up and reached into the fridge, pulled out a bowl of what looked like vomit and handed it to me. "I made this soup the other day. Carole came by just as I had finished it, she was looking for you but I forgot to tell you. She got to try a bit and said she liked it. I was going to take it to her anyway. So take this, go to hers. Then do whatever you need to make her feel better. And tell her she's beautiful. No matter if she looks like… well… a sick person. Then you'll be fine. Oh and you might want to change your clothes then."

I looked down at myself, yep. For taking care of an ill person there could mostly definitely be a better option for dress then tux trousers, nice button- up and tie hanging around the neck so I stood up and walked with heavy steps to my bedroom and switched my nice clothes into my usual jeans, T- shirt, flannel shirt and cap. And even though I probably wouldn't have admitted that to Kurt because God knows what he might have started a discussion about then- I felt a thousand times better and more secure on myself in clothes that were 'me' than in clothes that were made for nothing else then looking nice.

I only knocked slightly coming to the Hudson's house and then opened the door and walked in. And found Carole trying to make her way out to the hallway to open the door- she obviously hadn't heard me coming in. And she looked… well… like an ill person would with hair standing in all directions and wrapped in the biggest blanket there was too find.

"What are you doing here?" She mumbled while I dropped my jacket and the soup on the bench in the hallway and stepped over the floor and took her shoulders in my hands to spin her around and help her back to the couch. "You shouldn't be here! You're going to catch this and then…"

"…And then we'd be miserable together. But I'd rather want that than you being miserable all by yourself." I sunk backwards down onto the sofa and Carole followed me and slumped down in the corner right next to me. "Come here." I could tell Carole was still somehow trying to push me away. But I wasn't the one who gave up- especially not about the ones who made my heart beat so loud and strong I felt as if it would beat right out of my chest whenever they were close.

At last Carole gave in before I did, probably because she was too sick and tired to keep on fighting to stay upright and she heavily leaned in and leaned against me while I wrapped my arms around her and then we must have been sitting like that for… well… I lost track of time and Carole was drifting in and out of sleep so I actually had no idea.

If someone ('cough' Kurt 'cough') would have seen us there they would probably have gone off and on about how it was 'freaking disgusting' that I sat with someone who was ill with the flu like this and this close. Gone on and on about how big the risk was that I'd catch it and be worn off for a month because of that. But right now I couldn't have cared less- this wasn't about me! It was about my girlfriend (and if everything went like it should- my future wife) and being there for her.

And whether that meant feeding her with soup so she would actually get something in her, getting another blanket or getting my shirt coughed on so many times I had lost count after about three minutes- I would be there to do it. And every time I had to leave for a moment to go to the bathroom or get food for myself I made sure I was back as fast as possible no matter what it took.

But I couldn't help but notice that every time she was awake and drifting off again, Carole would try and keep her eyes open for a as long as she possibly could and the look in her eyes… It was like she was afraid of something. And at last I couldn't deny it anymore and when I asked suddenly tears started rising in her eyes.

"Hey… what is it? Are you alright?" I stroke her hair and hugged her tighter. "What is it honey? You know you can tell me."

"When… When I fall asleep… then when I wake up?" Carole's voice sounded shaky and thick- but of course, it might just have been from the exhaustion of being ill she was closer to tears than usual.

"Yes?"

"Will you still be there?"

"Of course honey." The question as good as threw me off- of course I would. There wasn't a single doubt in my whole body about that. "Why would you even doubt that?"

"Promise?" Her voice was sounding weaker and more mumbling as she was drifting off again. "Like really, really promise?" And it was at my answer she finally let go and fell asleep for real- like not just dozed off for five minutes but finally fell asleep until she couldn't sleep anymore. Because I could guess the answer I gave was the answer she had wanted.

"Yes."

XxXxXxX

"Good morning." Carole greeted me and pulled the car door on the passenger side closed while leaning over towards me to kiss me. "How are you today honey?" I heard her question, but couldn't really take it in enough to understand what she wanted for an answer and I must have been looking quite weird while trying to find out that what I was doing next was steering out of the Hudson's driveway and down the road towards McKinley.

"Burt?" Carole's voice woke me up from my thoughts as she laid her hand over mine. "Is everything alright? It's not your heart again is it?" I shook my head and smiled at her to show her I was okay. "You look so guilty… What did you have for dinner last night? Something that was about as fatty as you could possibly get it with pure salt and sugar?"

I let hear a short, forced chuckle. "I had salmon, with salad, avocado and potatoes. Kurt made some sort of salad dressing and I had water to drink for it." I coughed forcedly. "And I might have had a beer later on."

Afterwards I kind of wished I hadn't told her that. It was an understatement to say that right now my son and girlfriend controlled everything I ate- and pretty much everything I did as well. I couldn't blame them for it and had made up my mind to do what they told me to as good as I could. After all, that I would get to stay with them for as long as possible in the future was more important than what I could do and not do right now.

I was looking at the road but could still see Carole's disappointed expression and hear her sighing. And even though it was just a beer I couldn't blame her for it- I could only imagine how much I had scared her and Kurt and all of the other ones that I knew and cared for with that heart attack, and I knew that my unhealthy lifestyle and myself was the one to blame for that. And the disappointment with me having a beer wasn't in that beer it was in the fact that she was afraid of me going back to that unhealthy lifestyle and that all of the ones I loved and cared for were afraid of losing me if that happened.

But I couldn't help it last night, I had been so freaking nervous I had been certain that that dinner would come right back up and that that if something would be unhealthy. So at last I'd just taken that one beer because for Christ's sake I just needed to be able to relax- and relax enough to fall asleep. Because if it had been anything I had needed before today it was sleep.

Now, when I glanced at Carole and then turned towards McKinley instead of Lima memorial like I should have driving her to work like every week at this time she looked confused. "Burt, where you're going?" I had to take a moment to breathe before I answered her, and I felt my heart pounding so hard I could probably have had another heart attack there and then only because of that while I steered into the parking lot in front of McKinley and turned the car off.

"Come with me, I'm gonna show you something." I unbuttoned my belt and as quickly as I could with one hand in my pocket and my fingers wrapped around the little jewelry box I got around the car and opened the door for Carole. "Come on…" I swallowed nervously and laid my free arm around Carole's shoulders while walking up to the entrance and towards the classroom where we had first met.

"Burt what are you… What are you doing?" Carole still seemed confused. "Should we get the boys?" I shook my head. "Then what are your plans?" I stopped outside the door to the right classroom. "What are you doing?" I held up my hands to silent Carole. "Okay, okay."

"Carole I…" I tried to find the right way to start. "When my Elizabeth died, I swore to myself that I'd make the most out of every moment of the life that she didn't get to live. But I also… I never would have believed and I probably didn't want to ever love somebody as much as I loved her…"

"Are you breaking up with me?"

"No… no, no, no. Absolutely not because…" I opened the door to the classroom and didn't mind about the students and the teacher who had stopped talking when I did. "…Well… Do you remember what happened in this room?" Carole looked around, but still didn't seem to understand a thing. "Carole, honey. This is the classroom where Kurt introduced us to each other. And it might have been that he had some hidden reason to do it but… the moment I looked at you I knew that I was wrong earlier."

"Excuse me." The teacher, an elderly man with glasses looking strict. "But you can't just…" I interrupted before he had finished the sentence.

"Excuse me sir. But I'll be getting done with this a whole lot faster if you just shut the hell up!" The teacher seemed surprised and backed away only by that and I continued. "And then I was wrong again, because I knew that I was falling in love with you. And when we had to say goodbye for the night I was for certain that I'd never see anything more beautiful again… Then my son gave you that makeover. And thank God and thank you Kurt for that makeover!" I smirked at her joking and she sighed but I could see that she was touched because tears were shining in her eyes.

"I don't know what you mean!"

"And thank God and thank Kurt for letting me meet you." Now I was starting to get touched and my voice was starting to shake. "Because you weren't just beautiful on the outside, but you have got the most beautiful soul, and the most golden heart. And after what happened now a while ago I realized that I have not been living like it could all end in a second but still focusing all on what was and used to be. And I don't want to do that anymore so I want to live every day in the future…. And I want to live every day with you."

Carole sniveled and there were one tear running down her cheek on each side of her face. I carefully wiped them and then reached my hand down my pocket and pulled up the jewelry box. And I felt it stronger than ever before. That Carole was the one and only for me right now. And it caused a lump to grow in my throat so I had to clear my throat to keep on talking.

"So that's why I'm asking you… Carole… whatever your middle name is…" Carole laughed- me and names! She must have told me what her middle name was a hundred times but I kept on forgetting it every time.

"Anette."

"Oh, yes. That's why I am asking you. Carole Anette Hudson if you…" I had to take a break once more and slowly got on one knee- wow! I don't remember that part being so hard and stiff! And at the same time I opened the box and held it up so Carole could see the ring. "…Do you want to marry me?"

Carole gasped and buried her head in her hands. Something squeezed my heart and I couldn't breathe, what if she said no? Would I ever find someone that I could love again? Would I ever need someone to love again?

And so Carole lowered her hands first and then wrapped her arms around my neck and breathed in deeply before talking. "Burt… I get why you had that beer now!" I couldn't help but laugh. "And it doesn't matter. You could have a thousand of them right now if you wanted to… well not really since then you'd die of alcohol poisoning but… What I mean is that it doesn't matter that whatever you do or have done wrong. I know it all- and I still love you." Carole reached forward to kiss me again- and the thought that we had around twenty five teenagers and one old man watching us was far gone.

"Is that a yes?" I asked nervously when I had my lips to myself again. And by the time Carole after what felt like forever answered, the class cheered and clapped their hands and I- like I should pulled the ring onto Carole's finger. Because the answer was exactly what I had hoped for.

"Yes."

XxXxXxX

A couple of weeks after mine and Carole's wedding I, my wife, son and step- son sat around the kitchen table and somehow I and Carole had ended up telling the boys about how our first dates had gone- including what had happened after Kurt had introduced us in that classroom.

"So… have I got everything right? You started with thinking dad was a thief?" Kurt started asking, and I could only guess there was a lot of questions coming after this from both him and Finn.

"Yes." I could tell Carole was trying hard not to laugh.

"And…. Continued with telling each other about your flaws?" Finn asked the next question.

"Yes." I answered- well, it had obviously worked hadn't it?

"And then you had a date at the tire shop?" Obviously Kurt and Finn were taking every other question.

"Yes." Carole answered again, even though the boys must know that since they were both there themselves.

"And then you almost had your first kiss in the same room as the corpse of a dead woman?" Well, this was the most absurd thing of them all but…

"Yes" I and Carole took turns answering the questions. And this time it had been my turn.

"And then you actually had your first kiss at the hospital's roof?" Kurt asked the questions- well, it was a romantic place! There was nothing wrong with that was it?

"Yes."

"And then mum was ill."

"Yes. And yes, I also saw her ill without feeling the urge to end the relationship there and then. Kidding, kidding. Don't worry."

"And then you, dad. Spent the whole proposal talking about mum. Your ex-wife." I shrugged, like this afterwards I was a bit ashamed of it.

"Yes." Carole answered. "But I wouldn't have had it any other way."

"Wow…" Finn continued. "You guys must really like each other don't you?" I glanced at Carole, we both nodded slightly. Then we turned back to the boys and answered with the same word at the exact same time.

"Yes."

Random fact

The scene in the trauma room with Sally and everything kind of makes me feel like you should all want to put me into a mental hospital.

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