Loving a Stranger

Chapter twenty five: One Way or Another

*Gilbert's phone camera*

"Is it recording?" Francis's voice asked somewhere off screen.

The camera moved roughly so that it was focusing on the face of its owner, who smirked into it with flashing red eyes. "Kesesese! Ja, it's on!" He called as he fixed his hair and checked himself out. "Hallo world, it's the one and only Awesome Gilbert Beilschmidt here! Today, Franny and I are helping out our awesome friend Toni. Stop feeling Antonio up and say hi before some crazy Italian finds out about this!"

The camera suddenly tore away from Gilbert's face and landed on the Frenchman who was "helping" the Spaniard get his black shirt on. "Hola!" Antonio waved to the camera innocently while Francis winked, less innocently moving a hand away from his companion's tight black jeans. "Bonjour, mes chers!"

Gilbert brought the camera back to himself and rolled his eyes. "I bet you're all wondering why we're dressed so awesomely sexy, right? Well, to help Toni get his memory back, we decided to recreate one of my personal favorite pranks: our infamous, awesome tomato attack on the world's favorite aristobrat, Roderich Edelstein. Our source- the almost equally awesome as me, Elizabeta, has informed us that our target is right now at the home of his Swiss friend, Vash. Just like last time, kesese."

"So..." Antonio sat down on Gilbert's bed. "How exactly are you going to do this? Isn't Vash a little... trigger-happy?"

Francis nodded. "Oui. And we can't do things exactly the same as last time either or else they'll get suspicious."

"Right." Gilbert nodded and trained the camera back to his face. "Liz is with Lili right now, and everyone knows how overprotective big brother Vash is. So we're going to have our dear friend Lovino call the Swiss and tell him he saw Lili with some guy, and he'll run out like a crazy man. That leaves Roderich awkwardly leaving the house all alone..."

"And that's when we ambush him!" Francis picked up excitedly. "Oh honhonhon it's been too long since the Bad Touch Trio has struck!"

The trio smirked at each other knowingly. Antonio was the first to speak up, thrusting his hand in the center as if he had done so his entire life. "Unidad." "Loyalität," Gilbert added passionately, bringing his pale hand on top of the Spaniard's tan one. Francis echoed and gracefully added his hand to the top, "Amour."

Then the camera cut.

The next time it turned on it was set up on a tripod, revealing the three mischievous Europeans who were huddled in the bushes beside Roderich's shiny white Mercedes. "I can't believe we're wasting all these beautiful tomatoes!" Antonio wailed, longingly trailing a hand across the bright red fruit. "Why couldn't we throw something else at him? Like rocks or something?"

"Rocks?!" Francis gasped. Gilbert stared at him in shock. "Even I don't hate him that much Toni!" The Spaniard blinked and cocked his head to the side. "I don't understand...oh. Rocks are a bad idea huh?"

"Ja! It is! Now stop trying to eat our ammunition!" Gilbert demanded, smacking Antonio's wandering hands away from the tomatoes just as a cell phone started vibrating from Francis' direction. "Il est notre petit Lovino," he said when he checked the caller I.D. He quickly answered it and switched it to speaker phone. "Bonjour Lovino!"

Apparently, the Italian on the other end wasn't in the same cheery mood. "Fuck your bonjour shit," he grumbled. "Do you have any fucking clue what I have to do for you ungrateful bastards? Since you couldn't let me live my damn life in Italy, I have to pay back my Nonno by slaving away for him and Gilbert's grandfather. And not even a normal job either, I have to be their fucking janitor. I'm hiding in a shitty janitor closet to make this call, dammit, so you better be thankful!"

Gilbert was smirking in amusement at the Italian's rant, and Francis was trying not to laugh out loud. Antonio seemed to be the only sincere one, and smiled as he scooted closer to the phone. "Gracias for helping, Lovino!" He said happily, causing a whole bunch of sputtering noises to emit from the other end of the phone.

"I..uh...fuck...prego..."

Francis glanced at the camera and winked subtly, while Gilbert's smirk grew as he whispered, "So weit, ist es gut."

"I'm going to make a three way call with the Nasty Cheese Bastard," Lovino muttered. "So the three of you keep your traps shut, alright?"

"Do you have a plan?" Gilbert asked.

"Pfft. Of fucking course. Now shut up, I'm calling him."

The phone rang a few times, and the Bad Touch Trio leaned closer in anticipation. One the third ring, Vash picked up. "Hello?"

"Vash, it's Lovino," the Italian said curtly.

"Can I help you?"

"No, I'm fucking helping you. I'm only doing this because I used to work with your sister and she's a nice kid."

"Why are you bringing my sister up?" Vash asked, his voice growing hostile. "If you've touched her Vargas, I swear by the Swiss Alps I will-"

"Calm your tits, bastardo. I'm doing your sorry ass a favor." The three eavesdroppers had their hands over their mouths to suppress their giggles. Who would have thought Lovino could be so calm during prank calls? "You know that ice cream parlor near the mall? She's here with some douche from work- Sam is his name. I don't like him, he reminds me of Francis if you know what I mean."

There was suddenly the slam of a door a few houses over and Gilbert grabbed the camera and pointed it out the brush so it could record the figure of an angry older brother storming into his car. "I'm on my way," he was shouting into the phone. "You said the ice cream parlor right?"

"Yeah. Fuck he's putting his arm around her..."

"DON'T JUST SIT THERE AND TALK TO ME! HOLD THE BASTARD OFF BEFORE HE MOLESTS MY SISTER! I'LL BE THERE IN FIVE MINUTES!" Then he hung up, tires screeching as the vehicle peeled off.

There was a second of silence, and then they started cracking up. "Oh honhonhon!" "Kesesesese!" "Hahaha! You did great, Lovino!"

"Thanks. D-did you hear how freaked out he got?"

Francis suddenly caught sight of their target at the Swiss' house. "Shhh! There he is! Merci Lovino! I hope you enjoy mopping the floors!" He hung up and scooted closer to the edge of the bush, where the three of them grabbed a tomato from the bucket.

Roderich was locking up the house, fixing the lapels of his fancy coat as he walked down the sidewalk toward his soon to be assaulters. "And...NOW!" Gilbert hissed, the camera jerking as the three of them stood up and threw the fruit with all their might.

They managed a couple shots at his car, before the Austrian rather calmly reached into his pocket and pulled out a bottle. There was the sound of a spray and some cries of pain and the camera fell to the ground next to the three boys groaning and rubbing at their eyes. "What the hell?!" Gilbert screamed.

"Hmph. Did you really think I was stupid enough to fall for the same thing twice? I think you three are losing your so called bad touch. I almost feel bad for Antonio because he didn't know better, but now that I think about it he's just as annoying as you two, so never mind." The aristocrat let out another humph and got into his car, driving away from the three pepper sprayed pranksters.

The last thing the camera recorded was Antonio's weak, "That's not how it happened last time, is it?"

*A letter written by João*

...Damn….I had no idea what I was even doing, but I guess it somewhat worked. I just wish I wasn't so awkward when it came to personal issues- I'm so much better at joking around with people or lightly insulting them- that is why I joined the army! Which reminds me, I still don't know why Antonio joined, he's way too softhearted (or pathetic, is the word I'd personally use) for it.

Anyway! I'm getting off topic.

What I was trying to do was the same as everyone else I guess: help Toni get his memory back. I was able to pull a few strings and got the two of us access back to Fort Jackson with free plane tickets to boot! The only thing stressful about it was that Gilbert's somewhat scary girlfriend was demanding that I bring the Spaniard back before New Year's Eve, because her plans have to happen on that specific day. That gave me two days. Did you know that woman walks around with a frying pan? Gilbert claimed she's given half the guys in their school a concussion at some point in time! So, no pressure, right?

At least I didn't have to talk much during the ride, for Antonio talked enough for five people before falling asleep for the rest of the flight. That gave me time to think about what to say once he actually woke up- because what I said could very well have a direct affect on his memories. Still no pressure… Okay… I shouldn't immediately start grilling him like I always do, because he'd probably think I was a total asshole. Small talk was unimportant. Uh...the weather? Great. If I was Antonio I wouldn't want to remember me.

Once our plane landed and we got our rental we immediately set out to the Fort. "So...have you...remembered anything?" I asked after a few minutes of weird silence.

Antonio glanced up and smiled a little. "Things are coming back to me slowly," he said. "They mostly have to do with the things people remind me of, so I guess this idea Francis and Gilbert had works!"

I nodded. "That's good."

"Yeah, it is. I remembered some of the pranks we came up with. I can't believe I forgot the time we smuggled Gilbird to school and let him poop on people's heads."

"You did what?!" I stared at him in surprise. I had heard that him and his friends had been crazy, but how the hell did they manage to not get expelled?

Antonio chuckled nervously at my outburst. "Ah, we did get into a lot of trouble, but it made things interesting."

I shook my head in amusement. "You're insane."

"Most likely." He grinned.

"Have you...remembered anything about Lovino?" It seemed to be a good question, for ever since I met Toni there were three main topics he loved to talk about for hours on end: tomatoes, his friends, and especially Lovino. Seeing him go so long without even mentioning the feisty Italian he had been so head over heels for was really bothering me. And if it upset me, can you imagine how horrible Lovino must feel?

Antonio was quiet for a few seconds, then sighed. "Not really...all I know is that I used to be able to make him smile. I don't think it happened often, but still...Now it seems that whenever he's near me he looks like he's about to cry."

I sneaked a glance at him and offered him what was supposed to be a smile of encouragement. "Don't give up yet, Toni. You'll remember him soon."

"I hope so...I hate seeing him so upset."

We finally arrived at the Fort, putting an end to my failed pep talk. "We're here!" I said loudly, lightly punching his arm as I parked and jumped out of the car. Antonio followed and looked around slowly. "So they weren't kidding when they told me I joined the army…"

I led the way through the familiar grounds and shook my head. "You said it had something to do with your dad. But anyway! This is where we met!"

"Lisboa! Carriedo!" A powerful, and very familiar voice(seriously, I'd heard that voice yell at us, mostly at Toni, for ten weeks straight, I'd recognize it from anywhere) called to us.

I immediately turned around and saluted Sergeant Powell, surprised to see Antonio follow my lead, he wasn't usually one for catching onto things. "Hola, Sergeant Powell!" He said.

Our drill sergeant shook his head and muttered, "Carriedo, how many times have I told you not to-" My eyes widened at the same time he suddenly froze, and we both turned to the cheerful Spaniard. "I thought Lisboa said you lost your memory."

Antonio smiled sheepishly. "I did, sir. But something about hearing your voice brought back some things concerning this place."

Powell grinned a little in spite of his gruff exterior. "Didn't I tell you I'd make you unable to forget my voice?"

"In fact, you told us it would be your voice counting the sheep at night," he responded, his smile growing wide at the memory. He suddenly grew really excited and practically bounded around the area before he disappeared, shouting over his shoulder, "João! Let's see if there's anything else I'll remember!"

Powell snickered. "That kid…"

"You've gotta love him," I scoffed.

"He's got a habit of growing on people, that's for sure. Hey, Lisboa."

I stopped walking and looked back at him. "Don't let him go back. The army's not for him," Powell nodded to me.

I nodded and gave him a final salute. "Yes sir! Don't worry, when he remembers I think there will be plenty keeping him here. Once he gets what used to be in his almost empty brain back he'll figure out he's got himself an Italian lover."

Powell started laughing his lungs out, surprised that Toni could get someone to put up with his obliviousness. Well, in reality, Lovino's definition of "put up" included a lot of yelling and curses, but I guess that's not important?

I finally found that oblivious idiot in the mail room, where he was walking around slowly. "João?" he asked quietly.

"Yeah?"

Antonio turned toward me and shoved his hands in his pockets. "I feel like I was always sad in this room. Like I was always waiting for a letter from someone, but they never did send me one." Ah, that made sense. I could remember him whining almost constantly about Lovino- who he had been trying to get to write him the entire ten weeks we had spent there.

I smiled and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Don't feel so bad about it Toni," I told him. "That person who you were waiting for eventually came around."

Antonio looked up and smiled hopefully. "Really?" He asked. "I wish I knew who it was."

"That's for you to figure out. But don't worry, you'll get to that point. Everyone's working to make sure you do that."

He nodded, his face growing more serious. I knew the look. That was the face he made when he was determined- and he could be surprisingly stubborn when he wanted to be! "You're right. I'll remember. Gracias hermano."

I must have made some kind of weird face, for he suddenly laughed and turned to walk away. "What did you call me?" I sputtered.

"Brother," he said simply, sending me a smile over his shoulder. "From what I can remember, that would explain our relationship pretty well, sí?"

I smiled. If only we had figured that out the first time, idiot. "Oi irmão! Does that mean I get to make fun of you again?"

*Elizabeta's Observation Journal*

No, this is not a diary! I don't care what Gilbert has told you! If this was a diary, I'd be writing about myself, not the actions of cute yaoi couples. But seriously, this is frustrating. I've been shipping Antonio and Lovino way before the two even met! If you want to read about that you'll have to read my journal from Sophomore year.

Anyway, I'm glad Gil and Francis gave me an entire day for this, because I'm going to bring back some of Toni's memories and get those boys closer! One of my favorite moments between the two of them was during prom. Truthfully, it had been a bit of a disaster, but I did end up with some amazing material after it all. With the financial help of some lovely families such as the Bonnefoy's, the Beilschmidt's, and Mr. Vargas, I managed to rent out the same building we used for prom, and I got everyone on board by making this a New Year's party. The only people I actually need are Bella, Alfred, Lovino, and of course Antonio.

Speaking of Lovino, the poor guy was nervous. Before Gilbert and Francis showed up with Toni, the Italian was pacing around outside, muttering things under his breath. "Eliza," he said finally, when I demanded to know what was bothering him. "This whole thing could go one of two ways. It might work, or it could fucking blow up in our faces."

I shook my head in determination. "There's only one way it will go, and that is the right way. I'm here to make sure of that- and I've been doing this sort of thing since eighth grade. Bella is over him and would rather help me anyway, so you and Antonio will end up back together like it was intended, and I personally will not rest until that happens. You have my word."

What I said must have been somewhat of a consolation to him, for he took a deep breath and nodded. "Grazie."

I smiled and shoved him back toward the building. "Menj be. The boys will be here any minute. You know where to meet me later, right?"

"Yeah," he murmured, subtly rubbing the arm I had pushed. "I'll see you then. This better work."

I nodded. "It will."

It was only a few minutes after Lovino left that the Bad Touch Trio showed up- fashionably late to the surprise of no one. "Liz!" Gilbert exclaimed, rushing to my side to hug me. "You look awesome!"

I half-heartedly pushed him away and shot him a serious look. "Gil, what have I told you about this?"

He paused in thought. "Uh...no interrupting you while you're working..?"

"Exactly. Now go! I need to talk to Antonio thank you." "Estoy aquí," the Spaniard said, walking up behind the idiot who is my boyfriend.

Gilbert was sitting there sulking like a pitiful puppy, so I finally sighed. "Fine. If you leave I just might dance with you. But don't forget you're the one who asked me to do this."

He looked up and smirked. "Really? Awesome! I'll see you later then." He finally left with Francis, who winked and wished me good luck as the two of them disappeared inside.

I rolled my eyes and turned to Antonio, offering him a smile. "Hi."

He grinned back as he fixed the lapels of a crisp black suit he probably borrowed from Francis. "Hola Elizabeta! So what's the plan?"

I nodded as I slowly began walking toward the doors, allowing him to follow me. I've always liked to explain things while I'm moving. "So this is supposed to bring back the memory of senior year prom," I told him. "I'll give you some background information. You wanted to go with someone in particular- and you need to figure out who it is on your own." Antonio pouted a little, but nodded. "Okay."

"The problem is you didn't talk to me before you asked this person, and you got rejected. In fact, the person told you they weren't even going to be here. That was when you came to me, crying and whining. I told you I'd come up with a plan to get the two of you together, but you'd have to do exactly what I told you. I made you ask someone else, someone who would be more than happy to accept, and told you that I would take care of the rest. So you asked Bella."

"Why would you want me to do that if you wanted me to go with the first person?"

"Jealousy is a powerful emotion and is a key element of my work."

Antonio nodded again. "So what do I do now?" He asked, holding the front door open for me as I walked in.

"Enjoy the party and try to remember who you really wanted to go with." My eyes scanned the room for Lovino and found him by the back wall next to the punch just as we had agreed on. He was talking with Feliciano, but I could see his eyes flick over in our direction as he recognized his used to be boyfriend's presence.

"Oh, Antonio! You're here!"

My attention was drawn to Bella, who was walking towards us in a pretty red flowing dress that matched her "date's" shirt. The Spaniard glanced at me, silently asking if this was supposed to happen. I nodded slightly, and he was immediately all smiles. "Sí. Sorry for being late, Francis was fussing over clothes again." He chuckled. "Do you want to dance?"

She nodded, but not before looking at me and smiling knowingly. I smiled back: she was still on my side. That meant Lovino's worries were unfounded. I allowed the two of them to disappear to the dance floor before I turned to talk to the Italian.

"Liz!" Gilbert suddenly grabbed my arm as I attempted to walk past him. "Dance with the awesome me!"

"Gilbert! I told you that work comes first!" I hissed back, vainly attempting to pull my limb back.

He made an annoyed face and tugged me closer to the dancefloor. "'Work' can wait a few minutes, right? Unless of course, you lost all of your pathetic dancing talent after a year and a half of being a boring, unawesome college student." That smirk. The little sneak knew exactly what he was doing.

I glared at him, half-angry at the insult, but also equally angry at his sadly effective method. "I can outdance you any day, Beilshit."

"Oooh!" He laughed. "Is that a challenge, Lord Héderváry?"

"You bet your pretty little head it is. I hope you don't break a nail out there."

I hate him. He knew that challenging me would lead to my distraction and ultimately my destruction as well. After much more than one song I finally snapped out of it. "You're such an idiot, Gil! Go with Francis and get Toni away from Bella. I don't want those two together all night!"

He gave me a kiss on the cheek- which I failed to evade- and a thumbsup. "The awesome me is on it!" He announced before he ran off to pull Francis away from Arthur, leaving me to dash toward Alfred, who was having way too much fun as the DJ.

"You do remember the plan, right?" I asked him, planting my hands on my hips.

He winked playfully as he shoved a handful of chips into his mouth(was he even supposed to be eating while he handled equipment?). "Uh-huh. I'm supposed to look for your okay signal, then I start that slow romantic song Kiku gave me, which will set the mood, bring back memories, and let those sparks fly!"

"Good. Make sure you're watching, Alfred."

"Don't you know who I am? Alfred F. Jones, the hero, at your service ma'am!"

I chuckled a little in spite of myself and left him in favor of meeting up with Lovino at the rendezvous point. "Szia," I greeted. "Sorry for being late. I had a rather intelligent idiot bothering me."

The Italian's frown grew. "Nothing's wrong, right? Tonio's not over there drooling at Bella's feet or some fucked up shit like that?" He asked, eyes wide with worry.

I shook my head and pointed to where the Bad Touch Trio was laughing near the food. "Nope. In fact, if everything works out, I think I'll send him over here in a few minutes. Are you ready for that?"

Lovino sucked in a deep breath. "Sí. Get that bastardo over."

I smiled and ran over to the trio(and running in heels is not fun! Do not listen to those commercials!) "Hello boys! I'm here for Antonio."

Francis made a face and draped an arm around the Spaniard's shoulders. "Gilbert was right. You do get rather sérieux when you do this kind of thing."

I sighed in annoyance and flicked his arm- which was most likely molesting while no one was noticing- away from Antonio. "I'm a professional, and if you didn't want someone who was serious then you should have done this yourself, Goldilocks. Now Antonio, a moment of your time?"

He smiled and stepped away from his friends. "What's the plan, jefe?" He joked.

I rolled my eyes at him. "Have you remembered who it is yet?"

Antonio's smile grew sad as he ran a hand through his hair. "I think so. I asked Lovi, didn't I?"

My grin was almost too wide for my face. Not only did he remember asking our favorite little tsundere as Kiku called him, but he also used that adorable nickname he had brilliantly come up with when they had met! I was so happy I almost screamed and jumped up and down around him in circles. Barely able to constrain my excitement I batted my eyes and asked innocently, "Who?"

"Lovino. I thought the nickname was cute," he answered, glancing down at his feet with a slightly red face. "I wish he had accepted. I like spending time with him."

"Today's your lucky day," I beamed. "Because he's here."

Antonio jerked his head back up and stared at me. "He is? But I thought he wasn't-"

"I told you I'm a miracle worker!" I laughed, watching the Spaniard's green eyes light up happily.

"Where is he?" He questioned, turning around in circles in an attempt to catch a glimpse of the Italian. No use trying to hide it anymore. My inner fangirl was demanding release, so I let out a happy squeal.

Toni had known me since elementary school, and unfortunately even he could tell when I was fangirling like a crazy person. He glanced at me curiously, but thankfully he decided against questioning me.

"He's over by the punch," I instructed. "And if a slow song starts playing, for heaven's sake act on whatever impulse you get. I'm sure it'll be the right one." Antonio opened his mouth- probably to ask some stupid question- but I pushed him in the direction of Lovino before I disappeared into the crowd. Well, in reality, I was on my way to my hiding place, the curtain near the punch bowl, but what he didn't know wouldn't hurt him.

I managed to slip behind it before Antonio showed up, and waited for him to finally get over there. When I saw him I squealed again- this time mentally- and snuggled deeper into the curtains to...not spy, but document.

"Lovi, hi!" Antonio greeted, smiling brightly.

Oh gosh, Lovino looked so cute, all blushing and red! "W-what the fuck did you call me?" He stammered.

"Lovi. It's cute, sí?"

Lovino muttered something in Italian, and when I asked Feli about it he said that it was probably something along the lines of, "Ti ricordi."

Antonio cocked his head to the side, but didn't ask. "I didn't know you were going to be here," he continued obliviously.

"I didn't either. My stupid brother dragged me here. I would sure as hell drive myself home if I could, but we took his car."

"Oh…"

Lovino snorted softly. "Having fun with Bella, bastard?"

Antonio blinked. "It would have been more fun with you, Lovi. I'm sure of it."

I giggled. This was so adorable! Oh! Alfred!

I poked my head out from behind the curtain and made eye contact with him, nodding for him to get that song playing. Alfred bobbed his head and after a few seconds…

'Work' by Rihanna started blasting through the speakers.

I'm going to kill that idiot.

That trance between Antonio and Lovino had been broken when the Spaniard jumped nearly a foot in the air and almost knocked over the punch, while the other was hunched over laughing at him. "Oops!" Alfred shouted. "Wrong song!" And immediately switched it to what it had been supposed to be, '100 Years 'by Five for Fighting, regardless of the fact that Gilbert and Francis were loudly whining about it.

I huffed and sank behind the curtain, hoping the moment hadn't been completely destroyed. Thankfully, Antonio was smiling fondly and laughing too. "Do you want to dance with me?" He asked breathlessly.

Lovino blushed, but shook his head stubbornly. "Fuck no."

Suddenly Antonio's face fell. "Oh...okay…"

I was about to crawl out of my hiding place and smack him in the face, but Lovino frowned and grabbed the idiot by the forearm before he could walk away. "Tomato Bastard," he said in a low voice. You're not supposed to listen to me, because I have a tendency to say the opposite of what I mean."

Antonio blinked a few times, then smiled, grabbing the Italian by the arm. "Okay!" He chirped, pulling him onto the dancefloor.

I ran out and located my boyfriend. I needed to be in that floor too, so I could make sure everything was going smoothly. "Gilbert! Come on! We're dancing to this song!"

He looked at me like I was insane. "Why..?" He's so stupid, he decided that right then and there was the best time to start complaining about dancing, when he was the one bugging me to the entire night. I would have grabbed someone else to dance with so I could track Lovino and Antonio, but the only other free person nearby was Francis. And I was not in the mood to deal with him.

I sighed in defeat and looked across the dancefloor to see Lovino blushing in Antonio's arms, and both of them looked the happiest I had ever seen them since the accident. The Italian smirked a little and whispered something that made Toni flush, and it was so cute I had to slap a hand over my mouth to keep from screaming. And then, right in front of my eyes, Lovino pulled Antonio close and kissed him gently.

"Gil! Francis! Look!" I hissed. But by the time those idiots glanced over it had ended as quickly as it had started. Lovino was cursing loudly and pushing his way towards the door, and Antonio was standing there with a confused look on his face.

I swore and shot a glare over my shoulder. "You guys talk to Toni," I shouted, picking up my skirts and tearing through the crowd. But by the time I got outside there was no sign of the Italian.

A/N: Well, I am not dead guys! I am so sorry for missing last week, but I was out of town and by the time I finished drafting the chapter it was like 10:30 pm Thursday night. So I just figured I'd take the time to draft it and all that jazz and upload it this week instead. I hope you'll forgive me.

I've heard reviews make lovely peace treaties.

Thanks for everything, my awesome readers!

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