DISCLAIMER: TheoreticallyEva and I were working on the final edit to this chapter, and I had the deed to Zootopia sitting on the desk next to me. We were just about done when some guy in a tricorn hat and reeking of rum barged in. He grabbed the deed and shouted that "You will always remember this as the day that you almost kept the deed to Zootopia." He then jumped out the window, much to my shock and displeasure. So, I still don't own Zootopia, and am now hearing reports of a crazy pirate running around my town.

An hour and a half later, Sergeant Higgins and Bogo were back in the conference room, along with the two detectives, Hopps, and Wilde. The four working the case had spent some time organizing their files, making copies, and making sure their paperwork was up to date. Now, it was time to lay everything out, along with their plan of attack.

Shawn Dancing Rivers stood up and walked to the projector screen, pressing a button on his remote. An image of Bellwether showed up, leading to a low growl from Nick and some muttered curses from Judy.

The elk detective took a breath. "A little over a year ago, fifteen mammals that had gone missing were found savage. Blame for their disappearance was placed on the shoulders of Leodore Lionheart, then mayor, and he was charged with kidnapping and unlawful imprisonment. Three months later, it was discovered that Bellwether had been targeting predators with a Night Howler serum. She was arrested on criminal assault causing bodily harm, attempted murder, and conspiracy charges. Her three known lackeys, Doug Ramses and Woolter and Jesse Bighorn, were never apprehended." A screen came up showing the three rams in question. The two senior ZPD officers made some notes.

The next slide showed a DMV photo of Damian Hornby. "Three months later, or six months ago, Damian Hornby stole the Night Howler research from Furston Pharmaceuticals by drugging one of their employees and interrogating him for his network access. He has since remained an employee of Furston. At some point earlier, he was drafted into this organization of terrorists, which by then included Doug, Woolter, and Jesse, if they hadn't been members all along."

The slide changed to Felicity Stang. "Ms. Stang was brought on board sometime later, with the intention of further refining the formula into one that could be used on a broad scale to target only predators, using, as she stated, certain proteins predators use that prey do not.

"At some point, they began testing on live victims of various species and of both predator and prey persuasion, using equipment and supplies imported through Zootopia Coast Distributors. Spencer Callahan caught on and alerted his contact, Officer Eric Wolford." The screen changed to pictures of Callahan and Wolford.

Nolwazi Longtooth took over the briefing so that the elk could take a quick drink of his water bottle. "The night Wolford staked out their then-production warehouse, they were somehow tipped off to his presence, right after their first successful test—again, accordin' to Ms. Stang. Wolford was followin' the three rams in their cube van when they found and murdered him, along with this unfortunate hyena."

The hyena graffiti artist showed up on the screen, and the lioness continued. "This was our first known incident involvin' the group since Bellwether's arrest. Ms. Stang has informed us that the three rams seemed to be very anxious to get the van unloaded when they got to the new warehouse and drove off with it as soon as it was empty, save for one large bag of 'garbage', and that that was also the last time she saw that delivery van. Woolter later confirmed that they dumped and torched it that night."

"According to Stang and Woolter, there were more tests, and more body dumps over the next couple weeks, until Nick and Judy started sniffin' around the docks. The warehouse manager at Zootopia Coast, Taylor Blackford, figured out we were lookin' for Spencer Callahan, tipped off Doug, and that resulted in him bein' fatally shot outside the Canyonlands Targoat. The next day, the attack on the Grand Palm."

All of the mammals in the room shuddered at the thought of that day.

"Stang and Woolter tell us that the next couple weeks were spent analyzin' the results of the Grand Palm attack and… tryin' to improve on the formula." The obvious disdain in the lioness' voice was echoed in the murmured grumbles around the room.

Rivers picked the commentary back up. "Woolter was taken out of the equation a short time later, so he wasn't much help, and of course, Blackford and Jesse were both killed, along with their murderer, Jackson Redfohn. Our Intel gets sketchy here, since Stang went on a trip out of town until just over a week ago. When she got back, she was told she wasn't needed yet and that they'd contact her when she was… Which they apparently did, yesterday."

The elk flipped the pages of his notes. "Around the time of the Grand Palm attack, Marian Wilde noticed some discrepancies with her boss's donations to unknown organizations. These discrepancies were reported and turned out to be for accounts used to funnel money to all of the known players, as well as a few unknowns."

The image of a deer appeared on the screen. "Dade Walker here appears to be a high-ranking member of the organization. He was originally employed at Zootopia Customs but was suspended pending investigation for trafficking, fudging customs forms, and signing off on false manifests. Yeah, Customs finally came clean with us."

Another image of a group of smaller animals appeared. "This group came up in our finances searches. Neither Stang nor Woolter know them, but they may be another cell. They received money from the bogus accounts, to varying amounts."

Two more images of a beaver and a pig popped up. "This is John Wood and Aiden Hogsmeed. Next to Dade Walker, these two guys picked up the biggest payouts. We think they may be the other 'higher ups' Stang and Woolter keep referring to. Aiden's brother, Thomas Hogsmeed, was pulled in a couple weeks ago by Hopps and Wilde for police interference when he was demonstrating outside the precinct. Wood is an accountant for Furston, probably the one that handled the money laundering. Mrs. Wilde couldn't remember the name of the mammal, but she was certain it was a beaver."

The screen changed again, and Rivers continued onward. "Ultimately, though, it looks like this guy is the head of the organization, or at least its chief financier." The image of a zebra popped up. "James McStripeson. Marian Wilde's boss."

Nick stared hard at the zebra. Judy watched him with an unreadable expression before nudging him. "You OK, Nick?"

The fox shook himself and gave her a grin. "You bet, Carrots."

Everyone else accepted the fox's statement, but Judy immediately knew that there was something he needed to say. Rather than call him out, though, she chose to remain quiet. She'd ask him later about it, but she knew it had something to do with that zebra, beyond his connection to the tod's mother.

She focused her attention on the briefing but still kept an eye on Nick.

Rivers had pulled up a map of the city with five locations pinned. "These are the properties we know for certain have had municipal taxes paid for using the bogus account or are under one of our suspect's names. I didn't include personal addresses or the Furston R&D properties. From what we can tell, only Damian Hornby was involved with those, and he's been on 'personal leave' for several weeks, according to their MR department."

"We'll want to get all of those places at the same time. Can't give them a chance to warn the others." All of the other mammals in the room turned to look at the fox who had spoken. "Now, I may be an awesome fox, but I can't clone myself five times."

Judy gave Nick a light slap on the shoulder.

"As much as it pains me to admit it, Wilde is right." Bogo's deep voice punctuated the otherwise quiet room. "We can't let any of these terrorists go to ground. Every one of them has to be brought in. So, we'll have to split into several teams."

Rivers pointed to the pin representing the Furston tower. "The only reason why we'd need to hit the Furston headquarters is to arrest Mr. McStripeson and Hogsmeed. That shouldn't take too long. Whoever handles that could—"

"If these guys are as interconnected as they seem to be, yet divided enough to not know who belongs in other cells, they may have an alerting system that they can activate when something goes wrong. We can't risk any of them ghosting." The chief's voice was firm.

Nick snorted, his signature grin gracing his muzzle. "Well, we'd better check and see if pigs fly, chief, because I agree with you. They seem to be set up a bit like a crime gang or family. Left paw doesn't know what the right is doing and so forth. That way, if you get arrested, you can't snitch on any part of the operation but your own cell. These guys don't seem to be very big in terms of mammals, though. Only about forty or so."

Nolwazi Longtooth nodded. "They may have been gearin' up for some recruitin', or may have planned to use yesterday's events to set up a recruitment station in the mall or somethin'."

"Come join our terrorist group today! Free speciesism seminars, trips to jail, and indoctrination! Competitive health care benefits! Just sign on the dotted line!" Nick gestured with his paws as though he were reading a billboard.

Judy and Rivers both snickered, and Longtooth grinned, while Bogo just groaned. Sergeant Higgins stayed as quiet as he'd been throughout the meeting until then, studying the five locations before speaking up. "The Furston tower's pretty obvious, but what are we looking at for the other four buildings?"

Rivers rifled through his files. "Warehouses, mostly, and leased properties at that. We had to go through the property owners to do it, but we were able to tie them all back to Damian Hornby, John Wood, Aiden Hogsmeed, or Dade Walker as the tenants. Zoocomm Properties. Their agreements are basically for the space and no questions asked, so I may have implied that we'd be forced to investigate them and revoke their rental property license if they didn't cooperate." The elk glanced in Bogo's direction with a slight wince.

Bogo shrugged. "At this point, we'd go through with that if they didn't paw over the information. We need to take these mammals down."

The elk detective pulled up Zoogle Street View photos of the four warehouse properties. "We've had units watching the properties since the lockdown was put in place, and they've confirmed that several mammals have arrived at each location, but none have left. As far as we know, they're still holed up in them."

Sergeant Higgins scratched his chin. "So, we split into five teams, one for Furston HQ and one for each warehouse, and storm them? What if some of the mammals didn't show up for work?"

Longtooth shrugged. "We keep a list. If any of them aren't accounted for, we pay a visit to their houses. Or we can have separate teams doin' that at the same time. Problem with that is if any of their families are in on the group, they may alert our suspects."

Judy's ears dropped behind her head as she thought. "Could we disable the phone system? Prevent them from calling? No, they'd…"

"... be tipped off if their cellphones and landlines suddenly stopped working." Nick finished the doe's thought. Judy nodded her agreement.

"You're right, both of you. Plus, we could be in big trouble if someone needed to use those phones for a legitimate emergency. Best we can do is move as fast as we can and grab everyone on the list before they have a chance to warn anyone else," Rivers said as he picked up his papers and dropped the files into a folder. "If we hit all of the main locations and as many of the residences as we can, we won't give them much time to react."

Bogo nodded. "I agree. You got any preferences for the teams, Rivers?"

The elk thought for a moment. "Longtooth and I will make the arrests at Furston headquarters. I know you want to see your mom's boss arrested, Wilde, but we can't risk any conflicts of interest."

Nick sighed. He'd wanted to see the look on that zebra's face when a fox marched into his office and arrested him, especially after trying to get his mother involved in a case of embezzlement. On the other paw, if he or Judy arrested the zebra, it would look like one of them had a vendetta, and it could damage the case. Especially if…

Nick shook his head and refocused on the briefing, but noticed Judy giving him an unreadable look again. He mouthed the word 'later' to her, and she nodded and turned back to the projector screen, to point at it. "What about the Meadowlands location? Could Nick and I take that?"

Bogo nodded with a grunt. "Damian Hornby, Doug, and his… mammals… were your case. I'll join you on that one, though, so no goofing off, Wilde."

"Carrots here wouldn't let me goof off, chief. She'd turn me into a punching bag if I did."

Judy snorted while Bogo rolled his eyes. The cape buffalo studied the map for a moment. "I'll put the city on full lockdown a half hour before we breach. Higgins, you gather a team and take the Sahara Square location. Tac team will take another, and I'll call up one of the other precincts for the last one. Anyone not on one of the incursion teams will be split between securing the perimeter for each location and doing the home arrests for any of the mammals that don't happen to be at 'work' today."

Higgins nodded and stood. "I'll pull together a team of night shift officers and see what we can come up with." He turned and left the room. Rivers and Longtooth followed shortly thereafter, leaving the two smallest officers with the chief.

The cape buffalo stared long and hard at them. "Go to the city structural archives and find me the floor plans and any construction permits on that Meadowlands building that you can. I want to know every escape route, every hiding place, that building has. Every one of those mammals is to be taken off the streets today. Got that?"

Judy nodded. "Yes, sir. Come on, Nick, we have to go visit City Hall."

Nick followed Judy out of the room, giving Bogo his two-fingered salute as he left. Judy led the fox for a while before he noticed that she wasn't heading to the garage or front door, but instead to a quiet, less-travelled area of the building. "Uh, Carrots, the exit's that way."

The doe nodded, pulling to a stop and facing her fox. "What's wrong, Nick?"

The fox kept his mask on. "Not sure what you mean, Carrots."

"Nick, don't do that with me. Please. I saw you in the meeting. Something about that zebra bothered you. It wasn't just because of what he tried to do with your mom, either. There's something else, isn't there?"

The mask slipped slightly, and Nick nodded.

Judy reached out and squeezed the vulpine's paw. "Do you know the mammal? Is that why?" Her tone was full of compassion and understanding, and her eyes bored into his. And just like that, the mask crumbled and fell apart like it was made of dust.

"Judy, you remember the story I told you on the sky tram? About the ranger scouts?" The doe nodded but kept silent. "There were five there. A giraffe, a woodchuck—he was the junior leader—a hippo, an antelope… and a zebra."

Understanding flashed through Judy's eyes, followed by a hint of anger. "Was it the same zebra?" Her tone had a dangerous edge to it, and Nick knew that if she were allowed into a room with that zebra alone, she'd probably end up sending the mammal to the hospital.

"Truth be told, it looks a LOT like him, but not exactly. Too old, too. It could be his dad."

Judy thought for a moment. "I'm glad you told me, Nick. We should tell Bogo, too, but I won't if you won't. Just promise me you won't do anything to jeopardize your career or the case, OK? Whether or not he's the same mammal, he's going away for all this." The doe moved in and embraced him—or rather his midsection, given how short she was compared to him. Nick chuckled and knelt down, returning the hug in full, stroking the bunny's ears as he did so.

"Don't worry about me, Fluff. I have to be around to keep you out of trouble, remember? I'm not going anywhere."

Judy made a sound of happiness before looking into his eyes. "And someone has to keep YOU in line. Might as well be me, Slick." She gave him a kiss on the muzzle. "Now let's go do what Bogo told us to do before we get caught making out in the precinct hallways."

Nick blinked for a moment, then grinned as he followed the retreating doe. The two made their way out the front door, electing to walk across the plaza to city hall. There wasn't any point in taking their cruiser for a jaunt across the park.

The lack of mammals outside was eerie, to say the least. Across the pond that normally had the fountains, a single police cruiser sat, lights flashing, as the only sign of life in the area. Judy's ears twitched as though trying to pick up some non-existent sound, the silence somewhat unnerving to her.

For Nick, the stillness in the air was equally unnerving, and he found himself keeping an eye on anything that moved, the shadows in-between buildings, and the side streets that branched out from the road around the plaza.

City Hall itself seemed even more imposing in the stillness as the two small mammals pushed through the front door. Inside, however, the cacophony of a busy building was in full swing as various municipal employees rushed to and fro in an effort to manage the crisis in which the city had found itself.

What drew their attention, though, wasn't the constant flow of mammal traffic, but the crowd gathered in the center of the atrium. Curious, the two made their way over, just as a caribou took to a podium set up on a small stage.

"It's Caulfield, the councillor from Tundratown," Nick whispered in the doe's ear. She nodded and motioned that they should listen in.

The caribou spoke. "Good morning, ladies and gentlemammals. It's with a very heavy heart that I come before you today. As you all know, yesterday, we saw thousands of our fellow mammals attacked in an act of evil so astounding, so horrifying, that our city will never be the same again. Friends and loved ones are missing, many dead."

The councillor took a breath before continuing. "Just a month ago, there was an attack on the Grand Palm Hotel, with hundreds injured. And it's clear that these attacks were targeted. Regardless of the reasons behind these attacks, I have come across evidence that indicates this to be a deliberate mocking of the non-culpability clause for involuntary Night Howler exposure. As you all know, this clause was added six months ago to exonerate… predators… that caused injury and death when exposed to the product last year. These monsters are walking free to this day while someone's loved one is in a wheelchair, a coma, or a grave. Now I ask you, is this just? Is this right?"

A low growl caught Nick's ear, and he looked down to see an expression of rage on Judy's face, her ears swept backward. She turned to face the fox. "How can he say that? Anyone can go savage with that flower!"

The fox nodded and gestured that they should keep quiet and listen. The councillor continued his speech. "I'll answer that. It's not fair. It's not just. Those families will never receive closure, or justice, because it was decided that those directly and immediately responsible for their suffering were above the law."

There were murmurs in the crowd of reporters, some of quiet agreement, others of disagreement. The caribou continued. "Those directly responsible were the predators. They are the ones that hurt or killed. They were acting on pre-programmed instinct. All the toxin did is bring that instinct to the surface!"

Nick leaned down to whisper in Judy's ear. "Boy, this guy is really milking the 'predators are guilty' angle. I shouldn't be surprised, though. I hear he built his entire campaign platform on the sympathy votes he got for his being attacked."

Judy couldn't help but nod.

Councillor Caulfield shifted to another page in his speech. "That's why, at the next council meeting, I will be introducing a series of bills that will be aimed at safeguarding prey from predators, along with holding mammals accountable for the pain and damage they cause, whether or not they are affected by the toxin."

The crowd of reporters erupted in a cacophony of voices, and the councillor was quick to point to one of the mammals waving his paw. "Yes, you there."

Judy and Nick couldn't see the mammal that he'd selected, but they could hear him. "Jack Roberts, Zootopia Weekly News. What sort of safeguards are you proposing, councillor?"

"That's a good question, Mr. Roberts. We will start by introducing devices that will allow us to control predators and their urges. I can't say how yet, but I have been looking into some possibilities. Once predators are required to wear these, we will look into segregated communities for them. All this over the long term, of course."

Judy tugged on Nick's sleeve, and when he bent over to her, she whispered, "Isn't that what… our contact speculated? That they were planning to divide the population before removing predators from the city entirely?" At Nick's nod, she pulled out her phone and sent a text message to Rivers and Longtooth, asking them to put on the news.

"Howard Beaverton, County Advocate. Wouldn't segregation be against the founding principles and laws of Zootopia?"

The councillor nodded. "Normally, perhaps it would be, but we need to ensure the safety of our citizens, and this is the only way we can guarantee that."

"But predators are only a problem when exposed to Night Howler, and research has shown that base form Night Howlers affect predators and prey equally. Wouldn't outlawing Night Howlers entirely be a better, easier solution that doesn't marginalize part of the population?"

The councillor though for a moment. "The recent cases of savage attacks tend to contradict your argument, as there were no reported cases of prey going savage, despite the apparent use of Night Howlers in both cases."

Nick frowned. "This guy really is a shill for our mammals of interest. I bet he's just holding in the fact that he wants to get rid of us for good." The doe beside him nodded in agreement, eyes ablaze.

Up on the stage, the caribou pointed at yet another mammal. "Yes, you in the red tie and black sport coat."

An antelope in the crowd lowered his hoof. "Trent Hoofson, ZNN. Would you accept these same safeguards and restrictions on yourself as you are proposing on predators, in the name of fairness?"

The councillor scoffed. "Such restrictions and safeguards are hardly necessary."

"But if a hippo or a rhino or an elephant went savage, they could so a lot more damage and cause a lot more injuries than predators could. In fact," the antelope reporter said as he flipped to another page on his notepad, "my sources tell me that a large percentage of the patients in the hospitals from yesterday's attacks are due to blunt force trauma caused by larger mammals, not because of savage attacks by predators, even though no prey mammals were reported as savage."

Judy's eyes lit up. "That's a really good point, actually."

The caribou councillor frowned. "I think that's all the time we have for today. Thank you for attending. I will be sending out a press release shortly with the details." Caulfield left the stage in a hurry, despite the clamoring of the reporters.

Nick tapped on Judy's shoulder to get her attention. "We'd better make ourselves scarce, unless we want to be swarmed by them once they notice we're here."

Judy nodded. She really didn't have any desire to get caught by reporters right now, not when they were on the cusp of bringing down the whole organization that was responsible for everything. The two slipped out of the atrium through a side hallway that led to the structural permits office.

Doug turned to stare at the Texas longhorn across from him. "So. The bill has been announced, and the ZPD still have yet to say anything."

The bull in question cocked his head. "You think they would announce it publicly if they were on to us?"

With the TV still droning in the background, Doug shook his head. "The city is in chaos, and mammals are demanding answers of them. Keeping quiet makes it seem like they aren't doing anything. That's the public perception, anyways. Worse for them, if they say they have leads, and they actually don't, it just increases the pressure."

"Good point. What are they saying on the police radio?"

Doug pulled out some notes he'd been making throughout the morning. "Mostly cleanup stuff. Fuzz being called to one scene or another, or some area to search to find a piece of filth, or another call for an ambulance or a coroner. A shame all these mammals had to die. I wonder how much filth we got rid of, though."

"Who knows. One can only hope a significant chunk. It would make things easier going forward. Fewer to find 'housing' for. If all goes as planned, the filth will rebel against the 'housing' requirements, and we can move to lethal force as a deterrent for them. Our councillor can see to that after we start to replace the rest of city leadership with our people."

Doug frowned. "Neutral mammals aren't going to like that."

"They don't have to. We only need to replace or convince enough to join us to form a majority, and we can start by getting our people into the seats currently occupied by filth. It'll be easier once the bill our councillor introduces is passed. Perhaps some financial… support for the other councillors will help sway them to side with us. Hey, isn't that the pervert and filth police officers?" Hornby was pointing at the TV.

Doug turned to look at it. The reporter was reading her closing lines into the camera, while in the background, the unmistakable form of a small gray rabbit in her police uniform, accompanied by the equally unmistakable form of her red filth partner, could be seen retreating into a side hallway.

Hornby squinted at the TV. "I wonder why they are at city hall?"

Doug shrugged, thinking back to his time as a public utilities employee and the city hall's building layout. "There's a couple different departments down that direction. The Office of Public Utilities, Structures and Engineering, City Archives. They know that the source of the product was the Rainforest water treatment plant, and we know that those two were the ones that shut that facility down, so it makes sense that they'd be in and out of the public utilities office. May be nothing. May be something else. Cops were in and out of that area when I worked for the water department, though they were usually in Structures and Engineering or Archives."

Hornby frowned. "What would they want of either of those departments?"

The ram scratched his chin. "Archives could be just about anything. An old photo of an area to compare it with current development, a historical record, heck, even some ancestry stored in there. Census data and stuff. Structures and Engineering they usually go to if they need the floor plan for a building, maps of underground utilities, tunnels, and other buried stuff."

The longhorn's expression was troubled. "Should we be worried?"

His ram colleague huffed. "We'd be foolish not to be. But so far, there hasn't been anything to hint that they know anything more than they've let on. No radio traffic of arrests, or our mammals going out of contact. The only wildcard is Stang. I don't like that she was visiting family. They are unknowns, and if anything tips them off, they could pose a serious problem."

Hornby nodded and stood, going to the window to look outside the blinds. "Stang's loyalty is still a question, too. I'd say we should evacuate, but those cops at the end of the street would mean at least you would get picked up."

Doug joined him at the window, eyeing the roadblock at the end of the street. "Yeah. They have roadblocks up all over the city. About three hundred of them on streets alone, last I heard on the news. That's the only way out of this sub, too, short of swimming, so that's probably why they have it blocked off, too. There used to be another road that went to the Canals District, but it's been closed since the gang wars, and the district is shut down anyway."

"So, we're stuck here for the time being."

Doug nodded. "Seems that way. I don't like it, but that's what it looks like. Any attempt to leave would just draw suspicion, since this is mostly a low-income housing community. I'm going to call Stang again. You want to listen in?"

The longhorn shook his head. "I need to confer with the bosses. Leave me, and we'll talk later."

"You'd think that they'd have a more efficient system. Like storing the building permits based on their address or something." Judy was tapping her foot impatiently as she waited for the groundhog desk clerk to search high and low for the file they needed. All of the building floorplans in the city were stored there.

"Yeah, that does seem like a simpler system. I'd like to know what their current system is. That's the sixth filing cabinet he's looked in already." Nick peered around at the filing cabinets, not seeing any particularly obvious indicators of the organization. "Typical government efficiency, I guess."

"And I suppose you would do any better, fox?" the groundhog interjected. "If you were back here, I bet some files would just go missing, especially ones related to your criminal friends!" The last was said with almost a snarl.

The fox shrugged. "Kind of funny you should mention my 'criminal friends', since most of the friends I have work for the police department, or they locate and buy high-priced items for rich mammals."

"Hah. You expect me to believe that? That you have friends?"

Judy's foot-tapping was even more rapid now. "He happens to have a very close one standing right here, who is also waiting for you to do what we asked you to do." She crossed her arms and glared at the rodent, who had just pulled a folder out of one of the cabinets and had moved to the photocopier on the other side of the room.

"Yeah, yeah, you're the department mascots, so what? I'm surprised they let you handle anything like this." The groundhog finished making his photocopies and tossed them on the desk in front of the two officers, mirroring Judy's crossed arms as he did so.

"This is all we asked for, sir." Judy grabbed the copy page off the desk and stormed out, Nick turning to follow her.

Before he left the office, though, he turned and gave the groundhog his two fingered salute. "Have a pleasant day!"

One task down, one terrorist organization to go.

A/N

Whoo... So each side is making moves to tighten their respective nooses. One is fully aware of the other side, and one is blindly ignorant to the other side. But what to do with that city councillor?

Happy new year to all of my readers! Hope the first 10 days have been awesome for you!

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