Oooh look another update!

Thank you all for reading and reviewing! I was kinda bummed with last night's episode, Same Boat. Yeah it had some good interactions with Carol and Maggie but they introduced all these characters, went into back stories then killed them a few minutes later and explained nothing about Negan etc. Kinda felt like a filler but whatevs, maybe I just wanted more Dixon and Grimes.

I don't own the walking dead or its characters. OC and non canon storylines are mine.

Oh and to answer one reviewers question, Yes there will be smut in this story. It has turned into a very slow burn but no worries the heat is getting cranked up to eleven soon.


When he woke up Valentine was still curled into him, her soothing heat soaking into his chest. 'Fuckin' heaven.' He thought while burying his nose into her thick blonde hair. Daryl's arm tightened, pulling her soft body even closer. A quiet moan escaped her parted lips, the moist warm air tickling his neck. His fingers curled instinctively at the enticing sound, blunt nails biting into her curves. Feeling her burrow against him, Valentine's hands clutching the leather of his vest, had Daryl's eyes hooded in pleasure.

Soon Valentine stirred, her body stretching out along him with tiny rolling vibrations. He could feel her muscles ripple against him and heard the groan of pleasurable pain from the stretch. Smirking at the tiny contented sigh that followed Daryl rasped roughly , "Morn'n'."

"Mmm." She hummed, her nose brushing along his neck before kissing his jaw. "Morning."

Daryl felt Valentine's hair tickle his jaw and her chin rumple his shirt as she turned her gaze upwards, her eyes finding his as they lay silently. He couldn't help but bring a hand up to her jaw, his thumb stroking her cheek and bottom lip. There had never been a time where he laid in bed with a woman and had just… been there. His sex life prior surmised of one night stands and fuck buddies. They never stuck around and he never would've wanted them too.

There on the floor of an abandoned office building, surrounded by the walking dead, was the closest Daryl had ever been with someone. They weren't speaking only looking but it felt soul baring. The woman was seeing him, seeing inside and he wasn't angry. Daryl wasn't upset with it in the slightest. He wanted her to see him because he knew deep down that she would stay despite all the shit he carried with him. Daryl knew she wouldn't ever walk away. And that? That was something the man had never had.

"Sleep good?" He asked hoarsely, the urge to taste her causing his mouth to water. She nodded and slid her hand over his chest, a finger tracing the top button of his shirt. The image of her slowly opening it and sliding her hands over his skin had Daryl biting his cheek for distraction. If he didn't he was going to maul her. Valentine stretched her head up, her lips fitting against his, the wetness of her tongue tracing the seam of his lips making him moan deeply. The heat of her mouth moving simultaneously with his had Daryl's hands clutching her desperately.

She rolled her hips against his thigh, a groan smothered by his eager lips. Daryl pulled back breathless, the buzzing in his head from lack of oxygen making him dizzy. She smiled softly, her lips kissing his jaw once before curling into him again.

"I'm glad last night wasn't a dream." Valentine whispered, her voice sounding fragile. Daryl squeezed her and agreed gruffly, "Me too."

The sound of the others waking had Daryl stiffening, his body tense with unease. He wasn't used to being close to someone and he sure as shit didn't want that vulnerable side exposed to just anyone. Valentine squeezed him and murmured, "Don't go."

Grunting in response he kept his eyes narrowed with a heated glare should the others mention their sleeping arrangements. Beth approached the window, her eyes catching his for a moment before turning back to the city streets. He saw a tiny smile curl her lips in the reflection and wanted to huff out an angry retort but couldn't when Valentine clung to him. He couldn't find it in him to care much about the lack of masculinity he felt while cuddling. There wasn't a single doubt in his mind that he'd die a happy man if he got to hold that woman every night. Nothing could be as good as Valentine wrapping herself around him.

"Gotta get up." He rasped against her temple, his lips brushing her skin. "Need to get outta the city in case they come lookin'."

"Yeah." She murmured sleepily, "Just comfy."

"Yeah." He answered kissing her forehead before peeling himself away. Valentine grumbled, "Five more minutes."

"Already gave ya five." He grunted standing up and stretching his long frame. He could feel his body aching from lying on a hard floor. Kicking her boot lightly he teased, "Come on lazy ass."

"Shuddup." She snapped back but laughed slightly, "Damn taskmaster."

"Damn right." He replied with a grin, "Le's get the hell outta here and away from that shithole."

Beth and Noah were up eating a bag of trail mix when Valentine finally sat up. Her hair was a wild mess and she had red welts from having his vest pressed into her cheek all night. She looked gorgeously rumpled. Daryl bit his cheek to keep from smiling widely at her, the word 'adorable' pinging around his head like a racquetball, making him feel like some teenage girl.

Valentine pulled her bag towards her and then began peeling back her bandages. He watched her fumble with cleaning it and reached out to take the antiseptic wipes they must have stolen from the hospital.

"Lemme." he drawled quietly, his eyes taking in the raw looking wound. It had definitely begun healing up, the new skin pink and shiny but not inflamed. There was still thick scabbing on the deepest cut of the injured skin but the stitches had been removed. Going into the hospital had been life saving. Daryl could see that now that she was looking healthy again.

"How's it look?" she asked as he pressed another of the healing bandages on, taping the edges to keep it waterproof.

"Good." He replied adding, "Gonna be jus' fine." Valentine nodded and packed away her first aid supplies when he finished. The group was going to get away from the city and hopefully back into the area where the others may still be. They weren't sure if their family would have stuck around but it was the only lead they had and Daryl would do just about anything needed to reunite with them.


Valentine and Beth were searching through the back of an SUV while Daryl tinkered in the engine. Noah stood watch on the roof, his eyes scanning the surrounding woods and the upcoming paved road. They had fled the city pretty uneventfully and were now searching for supplies and possibly a vehicle. They could hike back to the surrounding area of the prison but a car would help keep them from exhausting themselves and their resources. They would need more water and food if expending that kind of energy.

Holding up a bottle of sunscreen to see that the bottle was bone dry made Valentine frown. "Damn it, is it too much to ask to find some lotion? I have permanent sunburns on my cheeks."

Beth chuckled and retorted, "It's your elusive white whale."

Valentine snorted quipping, "Just call me Ahab."

Noah's voice floated down from above, "Guys." Standing upright Valentine looked at the teen's hand pointing out a row of undead coming through the trees. Pulling out her blades Valentine wandered towards them, giving Daryl a smirk as she passed.

"Be careful." He cautioned while cranking a wrench inside the engine block, his bare arms flexing with every twist. Valentine's feet faltered at the sight but she pulled her lusty eyes away and head to the forest. "Always. Come on Beth." She called over her shoulder, "Time for some training."

The two women approached the four walking dead, Valentine with her machetes and Beth with the knife Daryl had given her. Valentine had been teaching Beth more ways to kill the dead using her size as a strength rather than a weakness. Moving quickly the young woman spun around the corpse, slamming her blade into its temple while pushing the body forward. The limp corpse tripped up the next biter causing it to fall in front of Beth. Spinning her knife around the slim blonde plunged it into the back of the fallen dead's skull with an audible crack.

Valentine was killing the remaining with her usual grace, her long curved machetes splitting their skulls with two elegant swings. Standing in the quiet forest Valentine listened for anymore threats, her eyes scanning the almost overwhelmingly green trees for movement. Seeing nothing nearby she ticked her head to the girl and instructed, "Lead the way."

Beth wound them out of the forest and towards the now running vehicle. Daryl was cupping the flame of a lighter while taking a deep drag off his scavenged cigs. Valentine smirked at the way his large frame looked so relaxed despite the edge of awareness he wore. She had no illusions of him not watching them kill the dead. His eyes were keen and his senses sharp. If they had needed help he would've been there in seconds.

"All good?" he rasped while exhaling to the side, his gaze trailing over her slowly. She couldn't help but flush at his deep seeing eyes, the almost tactile way they skimmed her body. Biting her bottom lip she nodded slowly, her eyes watching the way his sweaty shirt clung to his shoulders.

'Jesus.' She thought wryly, the urges the man was producing inside her making it difficult to concentrate. Daryl touched her elbow, his eyes concerned, "Y'sure?"

Nodding dumbly again she whispered, "Just tired."

Daryl's squinted eyes looked her over again, the tense line of his mouth telling her he didn't believe her lie. "Stretch out, get some shut eye." He instructed despite the obvious unconvinced look in his eyes. Sitting in the front seat Valentine reclined it back enough to relax and shut her eyes. Soon the rocking motion and lulling hum of passing pavement had her passing out. It wasn't until the sound of the engine clunking and grinding that her eyes opened again.

"The fuck?" she rasped gruffly, her dry eyes looking at Daryl who was muttering a string of curse words at the steering wheel.

"Looks like were walkin' from here." He drawled peering out the wet windshield, the skies opening up above them letting a low rumbling loose. Valentine sighed and looked at their surroundings and then back at Daryl.

"We pass any shelters?"

"Nah but there's a tiny town a couple miles up. That's where I was headed." He responded while packing the map into a waterproof pocket in his bag. Beth and Noah were splitting up the supplies into camping packs in the back seat, both making sure the other wasn't carrying too much weight.

Valentine yawned widely and mumbled, "Kinda feel like a slacker. Anythin' I need to do?"

Beht chuckled, "You needed your sleep. Those meds are going to knock you out whenever you take 'em."

Nodding she looked at Daryl asked, "Got a plan?"

Daryl grunted, while adjusting his bags strap to cross his back. "Go 'round west and see what we see. Head in from the north when get there."

Valentine chewed her lip and looked at the forest around them and made a note of any landmarks. If they got separated they could head back to the car or some other visible location. Seeing a large water tower she suggested, "If we get separated for any reason we should meet there."

Daryl ducked his head to see what she was pointing at and gave her a nod of approval, "A'right."

Beth bent over the seat to look out the window and smiled, "That works. Can probably see it from everywhere in town."


The group headed out through the woods and began circling in towards town. They killed walkers as they moved quietly, the rain smothering any sounds they did make. Valentine wiped rain water out of her eyes periodically as the storm roared on around them. A sharp and shocking sound of thunder cracking overhead had her flitching. She glanced at Daryl who looked more than irritated by the hike through a rainstorm.

Large looming shadows of a factory began jutting out of the landscape as they approached the town's perimeter. Daryl ticked his chin and signaled them to head towards the structure. He took point while Valentine walked a couple steps behind and to the right. Beth and Noah took the rear, both watching for dead or living.

The old fence barrier surrounding the industrial building lay flat on the ground, barbwire and broken fencing tangle up with dead and debris. Valentine drove her blade in every dead body they passed to keep from running into them later. Beth did the same on the other side, while Noah collected any weapons on the bodies. He smiled widely when he pulled a large hunting knife off the belt of a fallen man. Valentine bobbed her head signaling him to keep it for himself.

Once arriving at the large buildings entrance the four moved efficiently and thoroughly. The entire first floor was covered in old tents and torn sleeping bags The property was once a shelter for a large group but had been overrun. It had been months since it was inhabited though, the ground showing multiple months of dirt and dust accumulated.

"Le's clear it. Stay 'til it's dry." Daryl rasped over his shoulder while heading to the stairwell. The group moved efficiently up the stairs and killed every roaming walker they stumbled upon. Once on the top floor they got to see the town from afar. The place looked like it had been raided thoroughly, the front doors of homes still hanging open, the streets in town cluttered with debris and broken cars.

"Place is prolly bare." Daryl complained from his seat at the window, "Group this big prolly got everythin' good."

"Maybe." Valentine replied but added, "Could be they didn't clear it since it was so close. Figured it was easier to just go shopping."

Daryl grunted, rolling his shoulder heavily but his eyes softened slightly. The tension draining just enough for Valentine to notice the change. Glancing over her shoulder at Beth and Noah she watched them getting food prepared, their easy tones and smiles assuring Valentine they weren't watching them. Sliding her hand into his, she stepped into his side, her chin resting on his shoulder.

"We'll be fine." she murmured to him, kissing the corner of his mouth chastely. Daryl smirked, nodding a little before rasping, "Ya think?"

"No. I know." She replied with a crooked grin, "You should get some sleep. I slept the whole way here. I'll keep watch."

She could see him looking for a reason to argue but shook her head and pointed at the only pieces of furniture in the room, a long wood bench with thin cushions. The man huffed out an irritated breath but climbed out of the windowsill. "Fine," he muttered but his eyes were amused, "Damn taskmaster."

"Damn right." She repeated his reply from earlier.


Valentine and Daryl were running through the woods, their feet carrying them not near as fast as they needed. The dead were following and the sound of gunfire in the distance had them even more worried.

"The fuck?" Daryl grunted as he helped Valentine up a steep ravine. Valentine panted and replied, "Don't matter. We gotta get to the water tower."

"Ya think it's them?" he asked as they moved along a grassing field. Valentine shook her head and replied, "No. They'll lay low. They know not to use them."

"Yeah unless they don't have a choice." He replied gruffly his eyes looking tense with the unknown. Shaking her head Valentine whispered, "They're fine Dare." Squatting down next to a fence she peered into the upcoming neighborhood for movement. The whole day had been uneventful until a random group of dead turned into a herd. Now Beth and Noah were on the run by themselves and Valentine and Daryl were stuck hoping they could take care of themselves for a while.

"There." She spoke while pointing out the tiny spire of the water tower. Daryl grunted and turned around, stabbing a roaming biter before ticking his chin to their destination, "Go on."

The sound of gunfire had died down and there was smoke billowing up in the distance but otherwise the area had become quiet. Valentine led them through the woods, her eyes scanning the ground and finding it rutted and trampled.

"Herd came this way." Daryl informed from behind her, his arm pointing out the lack of living undergrowth. The small shrubs and evergreens stomped to the dirt and lower branches broken off at sharp angles.

"We're behind them then?" she asked looking back at the hunter. Daryl bobbed his chin a couple times, chewing his lip. "Looks like they headed to the shooting or they headed there and caused it."

The pair moved swiftly, their shoulders dodging the sharp broken branches and avoiding tripping hazards. Valentine drove her blade into a fallen corpse, it's legs tangled in vines and plant life. The sound of undead behind them had Daryl growling deeply, "Motherfuckers. Can' anythin' be easy?"

"Pffft." Valentine snorted, swinging her blade around and into the temple of an approaching biter. "What planet are you from Dixon?"

Daryl chuckled and released a bolt into the eye of a rotting old man. The corpse crumpled to the ground and Daryl snarked, "Smartass."

Valentine kicked a dead woman in the leg, the body falling to the side allowing her to slice her machete through its forehead like butter. "Takes one to know one." She panted with a cocky grin.

Daryl's eyes narrowed and bristled unconvincingly, "Shuddup." Valentine could see him fighting a smile and elbowed him playfully in the ribs as they jogged to the factory. They wouldn't be able to reach the water tower at the moment. The pair needed to find cover for the evening. Daryl ticked his chin to the building, "Gotta hole up. Find 'em in the mornin'."

Valentine sighed in frustration but nodded anyways. "Yeah."

The couple entered the same way they had before only to find more dead had accumulated. Dodging hands and mouths Daryl lead them up two floors and into a large machinist room. The room housed dozens of manufacturing tables. The tiny stations held machines and old supplies for constructing parts. They braced the two doors by tying the handles together with extension cords. Pushing a few of the tables filled with equipment in front of the doors the pair moved away from the entryways and listened.

There was moaning and growling outside the doors where Daryl and Valentine hid. She was leaning against the wall, her heart racing and lungs sucking in air. Daryl was standing a hair's breadth away from her, his leather vest brushing against her arm with every ragged breath.

"They got up to the floor." She whispered roughly, "We're gonna have to wait 'em out."

Daryl glanced at the door and then motioned for her to head further away from it, "Let's stay over there, we can see the doors but they can't see us."

Valentine led them to the tiny alcove that must have been the floor manager's office. The glass walled room had blinds covering the view inside. It would hide them but allow for a view of the two exits.

Standing in the dark they watched as a few dead wandered past the large window but none seemed interested in the doorway. Valentine was leaning against the one solid wall while Daryl stood near, his eyes looking out the blinds. His crossbow was hanging heavily at his side while his other hand was braced over her shoulder. Tipping her chin up she locked eyes with his, a crackling of electricity began between them, her tongue subconsciously wetting her lips at the prospect of tasting him.

"Val." He rasped at the sight of her pink tongue, his hand moving to her cheek and jaw. Daryl's head dipped down, his lips hovering so closely she felt heat radiating from him. "S'ok?" He whispered tentatively.

Valentine nodded dumbly, her bottom lip brushing his with the motion. "Please." She gasped her chest constricting with anticipation.

It wasn't their first kiss but it was the first time they were completely alone since finding the teens. Since she started feeling human again and less like the walking dead. The dead may have surrounded them but inside that tiny office they had privacy. Privacy for anything they wanted and what Valentine wanted more than anything in that very moment, was Daryl.

The man claimed her wanton mouth instantly, his soft lips and rough whisker covered chin making her moan deeply. The sound was smothered by Daryl's devouring mouth, his tongue thoroughly sampling her. He pressed her into the wall, his wide frame boxing her in, consuming her. It felt nothing like being trapped though, it was relieving. She felt reassured that Daryl would protect her from the horrors outside. That his broad back would shield her and his large hands would keep her safe despite her ability to care for herself.

"Dare," she whimpered as his hand gripped her waist and he pressed his hips into hers. She heard his crossbow slid to the floor and felt his other hand graze her ribs, breast and neck before raking into her hair. He fisted Valentine's blonde locks and tilted her head the direction he wanted, before his lips, tongue and teeth devoured her. The dangerous world outside their little bubble no longer existed. All Valentine could feel, taste, smell and think was Daryl. His mouth and hands, his rocking hips and desperate growls.

Shifting her stance, Valentine hiked her leg up on his hip allowing him to grind between her legs.

"Fuckin' hell darlin'." He groaned after one long rolling thrust against the seam of her jeans. She bit her lips bloody holding back the husky moans. Rocking her hips again she felt his body vibrating with tension.

"Wanna touch ya." He drawled hoarsely, his hand gripping her ass while rutting into between her legs. Valentine nodded, her hands clutching to his arms and waist. She felt his hands unbuckled her belt and pants before yanking them open. Daryl's hands were shaking and his breathe coming in frantic pants. He seemed either overwhelmed or nervous which made her smile at the sweetness of such a rough man. Valentine moved her hand to his face and caught his eyes, "it's just me."

Daryl's forehead pressed against hers, his chest rising and falling raggedly. " t's why m'nervous."

Smiling softly she teased, "well…get over it. I'm dyin' over here."

Chuckling quietly, Daryl pushed her pants down allowing him room to slide his hand between her thighs, his fingers trailing through the silky lips. A muffled groan resonated against her neck as Daryl's teeth sunk into her skin, her own throat expelling a string of curse words. Every inch of her body sparked alive, a strange electricity shooting through her whole vibrating frame, curling her toes. She felt his whole body convulse as he stroked her, a feral growl clawing its way out of his chest.

"Fuck. So… wet." He groaned hotly into her ear, "Darlin, that for me?"

"Yes." She gasped, her fingers clawing into his arms and leather vest. Valentine was barely holding herself upright, the sensation of Daryl's fingers as well as his thick southern drawl gruffly spoken into her ear, had the woman on the cusp already. She couldn't help but beg him for more. "Please.. Dare. Inside me." She stammered. "P-please."

Daryl's thick fingers slid instantly down her saturated skin and pumped his middle finger inside, then added a second. Their ragged breathing and her thundering heartbeat, which was deafeningly loud in her ears, was all Valentine could hear. Time stopped and stretched like a rubber band. His hand working her over while his mouth moved along her neck and jaw. Daryl was panting as if running a mile, his breath catching in his throat every time she moaned his name.

A tightening of her stomach and flex of her wet walls made them both aware of her impending orgasm. Valentine began rolling her hips, her pussy grinding into the palm of Daryl's hand while his thumb brushed back and forth across her clit.

"That's it sweetheart." He rasped hoarsely, his voice sound rough like gravel yet smooth like honey. He teased her while sucking her ear lobe into his hot mouth. "Cum on me girl."

The tension snapped and her body arched at such a severe degree Daryl had to support her from collapsing. Heat rolled through her body and she felt her skin flush with sparking heat. She gasped desperately for oxygen but couldn't catch it. Daryl's arm wrapped around her waist pinning her to him while he cupped her jaw rasping into her ear, "Breathe Darlin. Slow."

After a few shuddering breathes she pressed her forehead into his neck and whispered, "Think ya broke me." Daryl snorted in amusement, muttering, "Stop."

"It's true. Forgot how to breathe." She answered, her hands tugging up her fallen pants.

"Shuddup." He grumbled but hid a cocky grin from her. "Ya ok?"

Valentine laughed quietly, nodding into his chest while her hands stroked down his ribs to his waistline. She dragged her thumb across the edge of his too loose jeans, dipping under the frayed denim. Daryl choked on her name as he gasped at the sensation of her skin tracing his warm stomach muscles.

"V-Val." He moaned as she curled her fingers inside, fisting the fabric and yanking him against her. "Wanna touch you too." She murmured, her thumb sliding to the zipper tab. Moving her hands to his hips she spun them around to give him the wall to lean on. Working quickly before he protest, Valentine unbuckled his pants and slid a hand inside. She moaned at the feel of his hard body cloaked in soft skin. Daryl breathing was getting more ragged as she worked her hand up and down, pumping his hardon with firm fingers. Moving slow and methodical she swiped her palm over the wet head, using his own fluid to ease the strokes. A deep moan vibrated through his whole body as his legs just about buckled. Valentine pressed her body into his while her hand kept up a smooth pace, her hand loosening and tightening with every thrust. Daryl's hips rocked with her while his hands gripped her hip and neck. She felt words muttered hotly into her neck but couldn't understand many other than 'fuck and goddamn'.

"That's it's Dare." She murmured as his body's tension ratcheted up with ever twist of her wrist. "Feel good baby?"

It was as if she flipped a switch inside the man because the moment the words left her lips his body convulsed violently, a feral growl ripping out of him. She felt his teeth sink into her shoulder, the pain making her wince but also smirk coyly. Stroking him through the intense orgasm, she felt his cum coating her hand, arm and shirt. Looking up at his hooded eyes she could see an overwhelming emotion filling them but wasn't sure what it was. Raising her hand to her mouth while keeping eye contact she made a long swipe with her tongue, his taste filling her mouth. Daryl moaned, his head thrown back at the sight, "Jesus fucking Christ girl."

Chuckling she pulled out a clean bandana and wiped herself clean before tending to him. Daryl was still out of it as she gentle toweled him off and zipped his pants back up.

"You ok." She inquired looking up at his striking blue eyes. Nodding slowly he slurred, "Never better." Laughing softly she titled her head up, propping her chin on his chest and whispered, "me too."

Smirking at her, Daryl's large palm combed the hair out of her eyes before sinking into it. He cupped the back of her head while bending down to kiss her deeply. It was leisurely drawn out, a slow and relaxed kiss shared between lovers. Valentine's heart raced as a familiar feeling settled into her chest. A pleasant yet still overwhelming ache at the thought of the man in front of her. A longing and desire tinged with fear and guilt.

Squeezing her eyes shut she stuffed it down for later. That feeling and those thoughts should be analyzed while she was alone. Nothing good would come of her openly thinking about such things around Daryl. He could see straight through her and would most likely know as soon as she opened her eyes.

"Ya aright?" he rasped quietly, "Did I.."

"No. I'm fine." she answered touching his chin and jaw with her fingers, "You did nothin' wrong."

"Sure?" he asked, his teeth chewing his cheek nervously. Valentine nodded, "Absolutely."


The sun was peeking out over the horizon when Daryl led their way outside. The walkers that had made it into the building were rounded up on a floor they easily avoided. Exiting down a fire escape and into the large shipping yard the pair headed towards the white water tower. Using hand signals the couple maneuvered around a group of undead and into the woods. They kept their feet fast and quiet while slinking along a wall of burnt brick.

Daryl peered around the corner and whispered, "All clear."

Valentine jogged across a tiny dirt road and found the entry to the clearing around the water tower. In the center stood the large structure, its tiny wire fencing trampled by the dead who gathered at the bottom. Near the top sitting on the small platform sat Beth and Noah. Valentine whispered, "Sneak up and take em out?"

Daryl grunted, pulling out a spare bolt to clench in his mouth while loading another. The pair moved fast, Valentine running up to slice through three dead men while Daryl released two bolts before using his knife to puncture skulls. A few minutes of dodging hands and gnarling mouths the woods fell quiet except for Valentine and Daryl's huffing breathes.

"Thanks." Beth quipped from above, her boots leading her down the ladder. "Got surrounded last night."

"Ya a'right?" Daryl asked as the blonde bounced to the ground with a grunt.

"Never better." She responded making Valentine's cheeks burn remembering Daryl saying the same thing the night before in a far more relaxed state. Her eyes locked with Daryl's, who concealed a cocky grin with his hand and drawled, "Yeah us too."


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