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The First Time He Called His Parents
Ren paced up and down his hallway, heart pounding in his ears.
He loved Kyoko. He loved her so much...and he'd thought that once they started dating, it would ease up a bit. That he would be able to stop thinking about her so much, especially when he was supposed to be doing things like studying his scripts or acting...or driving. Talking to his coworkers. Brushing his teeth. Watching Youtube videos instructing him on how to cook so that he could surprise her with a bento lunch. But it was worse now...so much worse. Or...better. So much better, he thought with a faint smile.
She was relaxing around him, bit by bit. She had started seeking out contact with him, her hand finding his when they were alone together, and he didn't know if he'd ever get used to the feeling of her tiny hand in his...the electricity that seemed to fill him every time they touched. And the way she'd looked at him after their date the night before...had she wanted him to kiss her? Really kiss her?
He still couldn't stop thinking about their first date, and how she'd fallen asleep on him, her nose pressed to his shirt, her whole body resting on his. He'd nearly kissed her then...nearly hadn't been able to stop himself. Because he loved her in a way that he'd never loved anyone, which was why, when she'd whispered to him that she was afraid that his father wouldn't want him dating her with that sad, nervous look on her face, his brain had all but short-circuited.
And then, as he'd comforted her, his brain had presented him with a short list of two very important things. 1. Kyoko was afraid he would break up with her...which meant she didn't want him to. Which meant she loved him. At least a little. And it wasn't like he hadn't suspected that, even though she hadn't yet said the words. But still...it gave him hope. And 2. He had to make sure his father called her.
Ren had done everything he could to make this easy on Kyoko. This was her first actual relationship (he refused to count Fuwa) and he knew that he had to take things slow. So he was careful about initiating physical contact. He kissed her only on the head or the forehead, avoiding even her cheeks because those were too close to her lips and if he got too close to her lips he might not be able to hold himself back and he knew he wouldn't be able to live with himself if he scared her. And he'd told the whole country a little about his past...his real past, because he had known that it might make his fans more likely to approve of her and thus make her life easier.
Despite all that, he'd seen a change in her over the last week and had been wracking his brain to try and figure out how to bring it up. Or if he even should bring it up. He couldn't expect her to suddenly come to him with all of her problems when she'd been dealing with everything on her own for so long. And he didn't want to try and force it out of her…well, okay he did. But he managed to stop himself. So he'd kept quiet, pretending to be distracted by homemade lunches and waiting for her to come to him or figure it out on her own. But when he'd picked her up for their date, she'd been as quiet as she had on the mornings when they'd carpooled together, her hands in her lap, silently gazing out the window. And he hadn't been able to hold back anymore.
Why would she think his father wouldn't want him to date her? His father loved her, he was sure of that much. And he probably had been worried when he'd seen the photo and, most likely, the interview. So why hadn't he called her? And why had his boss gotten her hopes up that he would call her? And why had her first conclusion been that his father would tell him to break up with her?
None of that mattered though, because Ren knew what he had to do.
He'd been putting it off all day. That morning, he'd gone to her old landlords and had asked if they'd maybe gotten anything in the mail for Kyoko, and immediately the Taisho had gone pale. He'd apparently received the letter and had gotten distracted, forgetting to pass it along, and Ren would have been more put out if the man hadn't bowed and apologized repeatedly, asking Ren to pass along his apologies as he handed the unopened envelope over. Ren had slipped it into his pocket, assuring him that no harm had been done, and then he'd gone to work.
He'd texted her once or twice as usual, and although he always preferred hearing her voice or, best of all, seeing her in person, seeing her answering texts, complete with little emoticons, made him smile every time. Trying not to think about his evening plans, he had thrown himself into his work, fielding questions from his coworkers about his personal life and making sure to keep a respectable distance between himself and any female coworkers. No one had tried anything like Kana-san, who had apologized in a text after seeing his interview with Kyoko, but he didn't want to risk it. He was sure that Kyoko would believe him if anything like that were to happen again, but he couldn't stand the thought of hurting her.
Yashiro-san, who split his time between Kyoko and Ren, with Kyoko taking precedence as per Ren's instruction, had joined him after delivering her to LME at 4. He had reported that she was doing Love Me work for an hour, and at 5, Ruto-san would be delivering both her and Maria to her apartment. At 6:00, Ren had taken a moment to order and pay for some desserts to be delivered to her apartment, along with flowers for both of them, and had received an appreciative text about half an hour later, complete with very cute pictures of both Kyoko and Maria with the cake and flowers.
It was obvious that Maria had taken the photo, because the younger girl was holding the phone and beaming, hugging the flowers to her chest. Kyoko was looking down, a blush on her cheeks, and the softest smile on her face as she stroked the petal of a flower with her finger.
He'd saved that photo onto his phone and, after some consideration, made it his phone background.
Yashiro-san hadn't been able to resist teasing him when he'd caught a glimpse of it later.
His filming hadn't wrapped until nearly 11, and as much as he'd wanted to stop by and see Kyoko and Maria, he'd known that the younger girl was almost certainly asleep and hadn't wanted to risk waking her. The last text he had received from Kyoko had wished him a good night, so he thought Kyoko might have gone to bed as well. So, at nearly midnight, or around 8am for his father in Los Angeles, he paced up and down his hallway, phone in hand, wishing he could call Kyoko instead.
Or, better yet, he wished that she was here with him, her tiny hand in his, her body tucked against his side. She was so small, but she gave him so much strength. She had so much strength. He'd seen it firsthand during their interview...no one else ever would have known how nervous she'd been. And then, with her mother...he didn't know how she did it. How she found it within herself to forgive someone that had hurt her so badly and so often. He'd been ready to back her up...hell, he'd been ready to yell at the woman sitting across from them. He wouldn't let anyone hurt Kyoko, not even her own mother. Especially not her own mother.
But Kyoko wasn't with him, and he needed to do this. For her. Because he loved her so much and he wanted her to be happy and in order for her to be happy, she had to stop worrying about his father's opinion of her. And in order for that to happen, his father had to call her.
So, for the first time in over five years, he was going to initiate contact.
He'd rehearsed the words in his head all day. He'd thought about calling as Ren, but Tsuruga Ren had no way of knowing Hizuri-san's phone number, nor would it be polite for him to ask for it to call on behalf of his girlfriend. (Ren smiled a little to himself every time he thought the word 'girlfriend.' When Kyoko had introduced him as her boyfriend to her mother, he'd nearly exploded with happiness.) Besides, he'd found himself acting less like Ren and more like Kuon as he spent more time with Kyoko, either talking on the phone or during their brief meetings at work and in the mornings. So he could be Kuon for just a few minutes For Kyoko.
He'd do anything for Kyoko.
His hands shook as he dialed the number he'd known by heart for years, still pacing, and the phone seemed to ring forever. Finally, his father answered, speaking in hesitant Japanese.
"Hello. Hizuri speaking."
Ren swallowed hard, closing his eyes and picturing Kyoko...how sad she'd been. How worried. How insecure. And when he opened his eyes, he knew that he could do this.
"Dad, it's me."
He practically heard his dad swallow, the hope in his voice a knife in Kuon's heart. "Kuon?"
He nodded even though his dad couldn't see him. It was so strange to be speaking in English again. He hadn't thought that he missed it anymore...but he did. "Yeah. Hi, Dad."
"Hi," his dad answered, the word coming out with a disbelieving laugh. "Are you okay? Is Kyoko okay?"
"We're both fine," he assured his dad, smiling at the ceiling.
"I saw your interview. She did so well."
"She did," Kuon agreed, leaning against the wall, too anxious to sit or move somewhere more comfortable. It felt so strange to talk to his father as himself, but talking about Kyoko made it easier. "She was really nervous but once she stepped onto the stage you couldn't tell."
He could hear the smile in his father's voice when he spoke again. "You never told me about meeting her."
Kuon sighed. "I know."
"It was when we were in Kyoto, right?"
"Yeah."
"I knew you were sneaking off every day. If...if you'd told me, I would have taken you back."
"I…" He didn't know how to explain to his father why he'd never said anything...why he had so desperately wanted something that was just his. Besides, Kyoko had thought that he was a fairy prince. She'd thought he was magic. He hadn't known how to bring his father into it without exposing his own lies.
"It's okay," his father assured him. "When did you tell her?"
"Right after the elevator. Or...she figured some of it out. She was upset with me...I think part of her is still upset with me."
"It was obvious when she was cooking for me that there was no one she respected more than you," Kuu pointed out. "I was trying to make her upset so that she'd come to you," he admitted. "It was Boss's idea. I ruined the food she made that first night and told them to take the slop to her low class friend."
"Wow, Dad, tell me how you really feel," he muttered, smiling a little when his dad snorted, but he quickly sobered. "If she had been so upset that she came to me over that, I would have talked to you, alright. It was a shitty plan, and you could have really hurt her."
"I know," his dad muttered, but he could still hear a smile in the older man's voice. "She wasn't hurt, though. She was pissed. She yelled at me for insulting you...and then she made me eat the slop."
Kuon's jaw dropped. He had seen Kyoko angry plenty of times...usually it was Fuwa's fault. A few times, early in their relationship, it had even been his. But he couldn't imagine her so angry with a Hollywood actor that she was assigned to cook for that she would force them to eat...well, anything, but much less food they'd ruined.
But she had. Because someone had insulted him.
And he'd do anything for her. Including this.
"Dad?" he asked after a moment, steeling himself. He hadn't asked his father for anything since asking him not to contact him until he returned. Well...so much for that plan. Still, he couldn't bring himself to mind too much. Maybe easing back into things would be easiest.
"Hm?"
"I...can I ask for a favor?"
His dad was quiet for a beat. "Of course you can. What's going on?"
"Boss told Kyoko that you'd talked to him."
"Okay...yeah, I called Lory when I saw the interview to make sure she was okay...and to confirm that my kids were happily in a relationship with one another."
Kuon huffed out a laugh. "Please don't phrase it like that." Ignoring his dad's laughter, he went on "He also told Kyoko that you might call. She…" He didn't want to betray her confidence, so he didn't go into why exactly she was upset, but he had to tell his dad something. "This is the first relationship she's ever been in, and she's...nervous. I think she's worried about what you'll think. And since you haven't called yet…" Kuon trailed off and his dad sighed.
"I'm sorry. I just started a new project and I've been filming on location...I didn't even think…" His dad was quiet for a moment, and Kuon knew he felt guilty...his work had always kept him away from his family more than he wanted it to, but it was also work he loved. Kuon could understand that...he had the same problem. But, he swore to himself right then, he would be better than his father. He had told Kyoko that he was never too busy for her and he would make damn sure that he wasn't. If she needed him, he would be there. And if he were ever somehow lucky enough to have a family beyond just the two of them, he would be there for them too.
"I know you're busy, and she understands too," Kuon assured him, hoping to ease some of that guilt. "Just...if you get some time, could you give her a call? Please?"
"Of course I can. I'd be happy to...I was going to anyway, especially since it seems there was a reason she was so good at playing my son." Kuon laughed a little when he did. She had done a good job of acting as him. "I guess I can't really call her my son anymore," his father mused, and Kuon could hear his mischievous smile. "I suppose she'll have to be my daughter now."
"Dad…"
"Any chance you're going to make that legal any time soon?"
"Dad! Do not scare her off. Please." Kuu laughed aloud, shaking his head, and Kuon changed the subject. "I assume you've told Mom about her?"
"Oh yes. Julie's been watching everything Kyoko's ever done. She's become addicted to Box R, and she's been designing dresses in her free time. We were just talking about converting one of the guest rooms on the phone last night and…"
"Wait...is Mom not with you?"
"Sadly no. We're both on location at the moment. But I'll be heading home in a few weeks." He hesitated. "If...if you can, I know she'd be so happy to hear from you."
Kuon hesitated, staring up at his ceiling once more. He needed to dust.
His mom had been so hurt by what he'd done...and he knew that the video had helped, but at some point, he was going to have to make it up to her...to both of his parents. "Okay," he whispered, nodding a little. He could do this. He could be Kuon again, even if it was only for a little while. "Yeah, I'll call her."
They wrapped up their phone call, his father reminding him that he could call any time, and then Kuon finally went over to his sofa, dropping onto it and staring at the dark TV screen. He'd done it. He'd called his father. And somehow...it didn't feel like a failure. It didn't feel dangerous. He'd let himself be Kuon. But maybe...maybe Kuon and Ren weren't all that different anymore. Maybe Kuon had grown up too.
He wanted to text Kyoko...or better yet, to call her. He wanted to try and share this with her. She would be happy for him, even if she didn't fully understand, and maybe...maybe she'd even be proud of him. But she was asleep and he didn't want to wake her, so he went in search of his feather duster instead to take care of the cobwebs in his hallway.
It was nearly two am by the time he'd gathered the courage to dial his mother's number. By that point, he'd cleaned his whole apartment, reorganized the kitchen so that some of the pots and pans that Kyoko used were within reaching distance for her, and had a quick drink. He wasn't sleepy...or he was. Kind of. He was tired. But he also felt adrenaline racing through him, and he knew that he wouldn't be able to sleep until he did this. So he dialed her number, going back to his hallway to pace as it rang.
And then it sent him to voicemail.
Hands shaking, he began to speak, his words coming out a stuttering mess. "Um...hi...hi mom. It's me. Your son. Kuon." He rolled his eyes at himself. As if she had another one. "Um...I talked to Dad. About everything that happened and...and Kyoko. But I haven't...I never got to tell you about her and...um...anyway, if you want to talk about...um...her or anything...you can call me. I'm going to bed now but...anyway, I love you, Mom. I'm sorry. Have a good night. Or, uh...day. Or...well I don't know when you'll listen to this…"
And then the machine cut him off.
He groaned, dropping his head back against the wall with a faint smile. With voicemail messages like that, he was turning into Kyoko.
It was Monday before he was able to see Kyoko again. They talked briefly on the phone on Sunday, but one of the hardest parts of their jobs was that their schedules rarely lined up to give them both a full day off at the same time. Although he was free for most of the morning, she was doing training for Momiji, and by the time she was finished, he was filming for a project that was wrapping up soon and doing paperwork and reviewing scripts in his office at LME with Yashiro.
So on Monday morning, he found himself looking forward to seeing her more than usual. His mom had called the night before, but he'd been in the middle of a meeting and hadn't been able to answer, so they were playing phone tag, but he found that he wasn't quite as nervous as before. It was just his mom, he realized. He could talk to his mom.
Instead of waiting for her in the car, Ren told Yashiro that he'd go to her apartment, and their manager assured him that was fine but reminded him that he only had ten minutes before they'd risk running late. He assured Yashiro that they'd be right out, then, once he'd stepped into the building, he all but sprinted down the hall and to the elevator, making it to her door in less than a minute. He knocked, immediately hearing her footsteps race to the door before it was yanked open.
"Ren! Am I late?" she asked, nervously digging her her phone, but he shook his head, unable to help the smile that broke out across his face.
"No, I just wanted to walk you to the car."
Correction: he wanted to kiss her. But he'd sworn to himself that he wouldn't risk scaring her or making the wrong move, so he contented himself with brushing a hand across her cheek and, hoping he wasn't pushing her too far, he leaned down and pressed his lips to her hair.
She didn't stiffen. Not even a little. Instead she rested her forehead on his chest, breathing deep and relaxing her shoulders. "Good morning," she murmured.
"Good morning. Did you have a nice weekend?"
"Yes, um…" She looked back and forth down the hallway, hesitating. "Can…um…do we have time for me to tell you something?"
"Of course." He stepped inside, shutting the door behind him. The apartment was nearly silent, telling him that Kotonami-san was already gone. On the table was a vase holding a bouquet of familiar flowers.
As soon as the door was closed, she lit up, reaching out and gripping his hand, practically bouncing on her toes. "Father called," she all but whispered as if there was someone else around to overhear.
He felt a wave of relief as he smiled down at her, listening as her dam seemed to burst and she told him all about their phone call and how his father had told her that he had seen the interview and was proud of her and that he wished he'd known that she had known his son when they'd been children. Then she blushed a little and he was sure he knew why.
"And then he asked embarrassing questions?"
Her blush intensified. "Yes…you were right." Kyoko went on, obviously ready to move past that. "But, um…he said that his wife was really excited to talk to me and was watching Box R and some other things I've done and…and she asked for my number." Kyoko's voice softened to nearly a whisper by the end, and Ren found her hand again.
"She'll love you, I promise." He hesitated, but he'd promised not to lie to her, even by omission. Besides, he found himself wanting to tell her. "I actually spoke to my father on Friday," he murmured.
She wasn't surprised. Instead, her whole face went soft and warm, and she ran her thumb over his knuckles, a casual move that nearly undid him. "I know…he told me. And…I know that wasn't easy for you, or part of your plan. But…thank you. Thank you so much, Corn."
He wrapped her in his arms, nose resting on her hair, and knew that all of it, every second of anxiety and worry, had been worth it. "I've been trying to get a hold of my mom too. My dad is on location but maybe when they're both home, we can find a time to call them together."
"Really!" she cried, looking up with blatant excitement all over her face. "You wouldn't mind?"
"Not at all." And he was surprised to find it was true. She was magic, her girlfriend, a magic he didn't think he would ever be able to live without. And he had no plans to.
His phone buzzed in his pocket, and he pulled it out to find a text from Yashiro letting him know that he had 2 minutes. "We'd better get going. Are you ready?"
"Yes!" She stepped out of the apartment, locking the door behind her, and, to his surprise, she slipped her hand into his, looking away shyly as she began to tell him about her sleepover with Maria and how much fun the little girl had had, thanking him again for the flowers and cakes.
And she didn't let go until he opened the car door for her.
He was pretty sure Yashiro had taken another picture, and he found himself looking forward to those texts more and more.
It was later in the day when the two of them, miraculously, had dinner breaks around the same time, and they headed back to his apartment. Kyoko was finished for the day, and although Ren had to go back to work, he still agreed to head back to his place when she offered to cook. Yashiro dropped them off, claiming to have more paperwork to do despite the fact that he'd worked on paperwork for nearly an hour the night before. Ren wasn't about to question him, though, not when he got a full two hours alone with Kyoko out of it.
She was obviously tired from filming for Lotus, and he knew that she'd been doing a lot of extra training, so he joined her in the kitchen, rolling up his sleeves as she moved automatically toward the refrigerator before glancing back at him. He'd made sure to hide the somewhat embarrassing collection of magazines he'd had out on his counter, all featuring her, along with the special Box R interview collection DVD he'd gotten via Yashiro, in case she came over. She hadn't seemed to notice them last time, but he wasn't willing to take the chance and scare her off. He'd also gone to the store the day before, as he'd been trying to keep at least the basics stocked in his kitchen so she'd never be hungry when she was at his apartment.
"What are you doing?" Kyoko asked as she pulled ingredients for dinner out of his cabinets and refrigerator, seeming to move on autopilot. It made him stupidly happy that she felt so at home in his kitchen and so it took him a moment to answer.
"I'm helping."
Her dubious look almost made him laugh, but he settled for fake hurt instead, turning and covering his face. "You don't even think I can help you make dinner. You must think I'm useless."
He thought he'd exaggerated his tone and movements enough that the joke would come through. But when he peeked at her, ready to see her rolling her eyes or even walking off to leave him to his fake-pouting, his heart dropped. She was staring at him, wide-eyed and almost afraid, a hand outstretched but not touching him. She looked so lost…so scared, and he dropped the act immediately, suppressing the urge to flick her in the head like his father had him so many times.
He caught her hand before she could pull it away, tugging her a little closer. "I'm sorry…I was kidding."
"I don't…I don't think you're useless."
"I know." He gave her a sheepish look. "It was a joke. I'm sorry."
She narrowed her eyes a little, gazing at him a little too intently in an expression that reminded him of her mother before pulling away and crossing her arms. "You act like your father," she announced with a decisive nod of her head as though making an official proclamation and he couldn't smother the laugh as she turned away to continue cooking.
"You think so?"
"Yes." She didn't elaborate, but when he asked again what he could do to help, she hesitated before asking him to just get the dishes down for her.
"Come on," he urged. "Let me at least chop vegetables."
"Okay but…try to make them all the same size. And don't get your finger close to the knife."
"Yes, ma'am."
She tried for a smile that looked more like a grimace, and despite his laser focus on his task, he could still feel her eyes boring into him, so he decided to try and start a conversation. "You learned to cook at the inn where you grew up, right?"
Kyoko hesitated, but when she spoke, she sounded normal. "Yes. Sho's dad taught me. He also taught me katsuramuki."
Ren paused, turning to look at her in surprise, but she wasn't looking at him, so he went back to his work. "That's something that takes years to master, isn't it?"
"Yes...I cut myself a lot in the beginning," she admitted. "But I wanted to make him proud of me."
"Do you like it? Cooking?" It was something he wondered a lot. He knew that she was good at it, and that she always seemed happy to prepare food for others...but did she always offer to cook for him because she thought she was supposed to?
Once more, there was a moment of hesitation. "I…yes. I think so. It can be fun to try new recipes and see how they turn out."
"Did Fuwa cook?"
He could feel her gaze on him, but he was focused on cutting the vegetables and didn't let himself look up. "Yes, at the inn sometimes. But not very often. He never had the patience. He always wanted to be doing other things, like practicing guitar or writing music." There was a pause. "He never cooked once we came to Tokyo."
Of course the little shit had expected Kyoko to do everything for him.
Ren stepped away from the vegetables when he was finished, and as soon as she heard his knife stop, Kyoko made her way over, leaving a pot on the stove and staring down at the piles of vegetables on the counter. He tried not to feel like a nervous schoolboy as she inspected his work, watching as she took the knife and cut a few pieces that had been too big, then beamed up at him.
"Perfect."
It was just one word, but it made his whole body warm as she carried the vegetables over to the stove. He stayed out of her way but watched her cook, eyes zeroed in on her movements and the seasonings she used and how she always seemed to know exactly what to do next. He was going to learn to cook for her if it killed him.
Once they were done with dinner, he had to go back to LME, but she was done for the day. He offered to drive her back to her apartment, wishing she could just stay with him. But he didn't ask, and she accepted his offer gratefully. It wasn't too far between their buildings, and when he pulled into her parking lot, he reached into his pocket before she could start to get out of the car. Pulling out the little envelope, he handed it over.
"I'm sorry that it's late. I hope you'll still accept it."
She took the envelope with wide eyes.
"Your White Day present."
Kyoko just nodded, looking up at him before slipping a finger under the envelope's flap and opening it. Inside, the two pink day passes shone bright against the white envelope and she stared at them, mouth agape, before reading the note he'd written before she'd agreed to be his girlfriend.
"I thought Kotonami-san might like to go with you. They should be good for the whole season…". He trailed off when she lifted her face, eyes shining, obviously deep in la la land. He couldn't help chuckling a little under his breath. He'd known that she'd love them. Still, it was always funny to watch her slip into her own little world.
When he glanced back at her, she was pouting, arms crossed, that adorable glare on her face, and the laughter burst out of him again. "I'm sorry…I'm glad you like them."
"I do," she muttered, going on, and he heard the words 'making fun' and possibly 'playboy.' Finally though, she dropped the scowl. "Thank you. You didn't have to…"
"I just hope you two have fun. You'll probably have to wear a disguise."
"Oh…you're right." She thought for a moment. "I still have some of Setsu's clothes…"
"No!" Ren barked the word, remembering the crop tops and miniskirts his 'little sister' had sported every day, then tried to soften his tone when she jumped. "You probably shouldn't wear those clothes in public." At least, not without him around to watch out for her.
She brought a finger up to her chin thoughtfully. "You're probably right…they aren't really mine to wear. Besides, they'd look silly on me if I wasn't being Setsu."
Ren did not want Kyoko wearing revealing clothes out in public when he wasn't around to look after her. But he also couldn't let that statement stand, so he turned serious. "Trust me, Kyoko, those clothes do not look silly on you. And those clothes are yours. But it might not be a good idea to wear them out alone or with just Kotonami-san." She just stared at him, so he went on, lowering his voice for emphasis. "Because they look very good on you. Too good."
There it was. He could practically see it click as her cheeks, and then her ears, and then her neck all turned red and she looked away. "Oh," she choked out.
He tucked her hair back behind a crimson ear, chuckling a little now. "I'm sure Miss Woods would be happy to help you find something. Or you could do what I do and just wear a baseball cap." Checking the time, he sighed. "I'm sorry. I have to go or I'll be late. I'll see you tomorrow?"
She nodded, jumping out of the car and waving, still red-faced, before he could even think about kissing her. "Of course. I'll see you tomorrow morning! Good luck with work tonight!"
He returned her wave, waiting until she was inside before driving away, and at a stop light, he checked his phone to make sure he hadn't missed a call from his mother.
Nothing.
He wasn't worried…he'd missed a call from her earlier, and his dad had talked to her, so she was fine… but he did have a feeling that she was up to something. He supposed he would just have to wait and see.
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