A/N: Hello everyone. This chappie pretty much picks up where the previous one ended. Thank you so much for the reviews. Happy reading!


I wholeheartedly expected Jared to pull away, straighten his clothes, and pretend as if we hadn't been caught red-handed inhaling one another's tonsils. Surprisingly, he did mumble against my ravished lips:

"Damn, and it was just getting good."

Giggling, I finally ended our oral Olympics. Straightening a skirt that behaved itself and didn't lift along the curve of my thigh, I turned to face judgment in the form of my precocious roommate who donned his inexpressive mask. Amber's cheeks were an alarming shade of red. The diameter of her eyes had yet to return to normal. She didn't know who or what to look at or address. A nervous bubble of laughter sprouted from her heavily glossed lips that she smacked a hand over, shook out her hair, and inhaled a breath.

"This is a surprise," she said after all of that.

"Indeed," I concurred and finally got around to unlocking the door.

"You guys had a date?" Amber asked but her attention was thumb tacked to Jared.

He answered breezily, "We did. We had a blast. What about you two?"

"Oh, I was visiting one of my girlfriends who lives nearby and asked to stop by for a second."

"Well come on in," I swung the door open, switched off the alarm and started flicking on lights.

Three pairs of feet shuffled in after me. Stefan brought up the rear, locking the door after his entry.

"Where's Damon?" I pondered.

A crease appeared between Stefan's thick eyebrows. "He got a call and said he'd be out late. I don't try to keep up with him."

My head twisted from side to side, "He's been here for all of a week and has gotten more…" I censored my next words. They probably would have been too much for Amber's blushing ears.

I watched as she hesitantly took a seat on the couch throwing Jared furtive looks. He stood awkwardly sinking his hands in his pockets.

"Help yourself to a seat, Jared," I prompted. "The couch isn't going to eat you."

He flashed a lopsided grin and deliberately sat on the far end of the sofa. From the way he and Amber were behaving, like they weren't lifelong friends, was slightly alarming and strangely hilarious. Were they not used to being in the same room together while they were with their significant other?

Stefan slapped his keys on the breakfast bar and switched on the kitchen light. "You guys want something to drink?"

"I'll take a glass of water, Stefan. Thanks," Amber crossed her legs, sitting so prim and proper on the edge of the cushion.

"Nothing for me," Jared declined.

"You sure?" I asked. "Sure you're not…parched?" I sank my teeth into my lower lip and raised a brow.

Jared stared and I heard him swallow. "Maybe…I'll take a bottle of water, too."

In my peripheral I saw Amber frowning disapprovingly.

"Bon," Stefan called, "you want anything?"

Joining my roommate in the kitchen, I yanked open the cabinet where we stored the blender. "For some odd reason I want a strawberry slushy. Wait…do we even have strawberries?"

Stefan pulled a plastic container filled with those bright red delicacies off the second shelf in the fridge sliding them across the counter. I clapped my hands together which was enough to get Stefan to crack and release that charmingly boyish lopsided smile.

"Make me one," he brokered.

"I'm not spiking it with alcohol," I forewarned.

Usually that would have been the part where one of my butt cheeks stung after meeting with his hand. Instead, Stefan tugged on my ponytail and delivered our respective guests their aqua.

Amber accepted with a coy smile, Jared with a head nod.

Stefan sat down on the arm of the sofa where Miss Amber-deen didn't waste a second cocking her elbow on his knee. "So…what did you guys do on your little adventure if you don't mind me asking?"

Jared deferred to me to which I shrugged, busy with gathering ice from the freezer, and the sweetener.

"We had dinner on the National Mall and afterwards drove out to Reagan National airport to watch the plans take off and land."

"Don't forget the ice cream," I reminded.

Jared chuckled a bit. "Yeah, before the airport I made a pit stop at a grocery store to get Bonnie her favorite ice cream. Actually our entire meal consisted of the five foods she can't live without."

Stefan perked up. "Sourdough pretzels, peanut M&M's, crab cakes, her Aunt Tessa's mac-n-cheese and…mint chocolate chip ice cream," he rattled off easily without having to pause and think.

"That's right," Jared said almost disgruntledly.

I beamed at my roommate nonetheless who winked.

And of course Amber had to interject, "That's all the two of you ate tonight? That doesn't sound very nutritious."

"Hef…"

"Hey, Bonnie," Stefan interrupted what he knew was going to be a legendary drag. He hopped up from the couch and rejoined me in the kitchen. "I think there are some blueberries. Throw in a couple for me," he whispered, "No name calling tonight, please."

"What do you think I was going to call her?"

Stefan pressed his lips together. "I know how your mind works, woman," he fought off a smile and reopened the fridge, no doubt on the hunt for those make believe blueberries.

"You know," Amber sat her bottle of water aside, stood and brushed her hands down her jeans. She tentatively crossed to the kitchen but stopped at the threshold. "A slushy sounds really amazing. Can I bother you to make one for me?"

If she thought using a high-pitched baby voice was going to melt my sensibilities, and get me to do her bidding to make sure that plastic smile on her face never went anywhere…

"Stefan makes better slushies now that I think about it. Take it away, roomie," I clapped him on the shoulder.

Stefan scoffed. "You're so lazy… and spoiled."

"Get over it. That is not news."

Amber looked between us with a frozen smile in place. She blinked as if coming out of a stupor or a coma. "So Bonnie…Jared knows the five foods you can't live without but can you name his?"

We were going to play that game were we? The Who Knows Jared Better game. Well, she had the advantage considering they practically grew up together, but Jared hadn't been mysterious about his past, hoarding information in a controlling way to lessen his chances of getting hurt. He shared pieces of himself with me, pieces that were just tip of the iceberg, but pieces nonetheless.

Gracing Stefan's plus one with a smirk, I ticked the items off with my fingers and watched as the brilliance in her leer dimmed watt by watt. When I was done, Amber tucked a strand of blonde hair behind her ear, cleared her throat.

"How are those slushies coming, Stefan?" she asked.

Feeling that I had abandoned my date long enough, I approached Jared. "Hey."

"Hey, you know…I think I should go. It's getting late and I have an early day tomorrow," fluidly he rose from the couch.

A corner of my eye shrank because I didn't believe him. That was the oldest and most cliché excuse in the world to use to cut out of a place which made you uncomfortable and second-guess your confidence.

Examining Jared carefully those ruminations I had about him from the first night we met and the look he wore on his face as he stared at Amber…well he wasn't wearing that open an expression, but he looked conflicted, pained, out of his element. Gone was that confident artist who kissed me as if we had already gotten biblical, who kissed me as if he'd perish if he didn't learn the secrets and taste of my mouth. What stood in his place…I couldn't even say.

"All right." I certainly wasn't going to make Jared stay when every cue he was throwing out bespoke of how much he wanted to flee.

"You're leaving?" Amber butted in. "Oh, Jared you don't have to go. We haven't really seen or spoken since the show."

"I know," he flicked a worried gaze toward me before giving his bestie his unadulterated attention. "We kept missing each other on the phone. I'll give you a call this week. I promise."

Amber beamed, crossed over to him, and threw her arms around Jared's shoulders pushing her big boobs into his chest.

Stefan chose that moment to turn on the blender. Its grating noise broke them apart, both appearing sheepish.

Amber took a step back, gaze volleying between me and Jared. "Well, you two probably want to say goodnight. I'm going to go help, Stef. I'll be waiting for your call, Jar."

Hearing her call him by a nickname Jared just told me tonight his grandfather was the only one allowed to call him by…was like stubbing your baby toe. Jared visibly cringed while Amber, oblivious to the bomb she just set off, sidled up to my roommate draping her head on his shoulder as he fixed slushies I was more than prepared to pour on her head.

Without another word I moved over to the door, throwing it open. I cancelled the budding plans of actually walking Jared to his car in the hopes of sneaking in more kisses, but he could forget it.

His fingers wormed around my wrist and, against my better wishes, Jared propelled me out of the apartment and into the hallway. The door slammed shut.

"You're upset," he deduced the obvious.

Folding my arms, I shrugged. "Well, the night almost ended on a high note."

"Bon…look I'm not going to pretend that you didn't hear Amber refer to me by the name I said only my grandpa is allowed to call me, but…" Jared sighed and threaded fingers through his black hair. "She does that whenever she feels…threatened."

Redistributing my weight on my feet, I blinked up at him. "She feels threatened?"

Jared nodded. "Amber gets like that every time I start dating someone new."

Moving down the hall, Jared followed. "Have you considered she passive aggressively becomes a bitch because she has feelings for you?"

Jared didn't immediately deny my suspicion. "I didn't want to discuss this so soon because I really do like you, Bonnie…more than I expected. But…for two months Amber and I dated. That was years ago. We agreed to remain friends. Ever since…things get weird between us whenever we start spending time with someone else."

"In my profession that's what we call a red flag. Getting involved with someone who has unrequited feelings for someone else…"

"It's not like that," Jared denied with a shake of his head, his gray eyes imploring me not to cut the cord just yet.

"Answer this, Jared…if Amber were to come to you and say that she wanted to be with you, and not just to date casually, what would you say?"

When he bit into his lips it made that dimple I was so fond of, deepen. Jared released a weary breath and reached for my hands. "If you had asked me that question before we met…I would have taken her up on her offer. Now…I'm more interested in seeing where things go with you."

Was I honestly supposed to believe that? A heart didn't flip on its axis that quickly. We humans weren't programmed like that.

"That's interesting," I said, totally not buying his bullshit.

Jared frowned. "You don't believe me?"

"Would you believe me if I were the one to say that to you?"

A muscle in his jaw flexed. "Probably not. Look, we had a good night, got to learn more about each other. Let's not let Amber ruin it. I meant what I said. I want to see where things can go between us."

"And you don't view that as settling?" I quizzed.

"It would be settling if I genuinely wasn't interested in you but was going through the motions. How many people date just to date, and have zero connection with the person they're dating?"

Jared had a point. And I had been an example of that point when I went out with Godric. He was nice, sweet, paid for everything, but he didn't inspire any butterflies in my stomach, or made my knees go weak.

"You make my brain hum, Bonnie."

Shivers.

Drawing my tongue over my bottom lip, I sighed. "Well there's something you should know."

"You like Stefan."

Seriously, was I walking around with a sign around my neck?

"I'm not an idiot," Jared specified.

I honestly had nothing to say.

"I understand, Bonnie," Jared's thumbs brushed over the back of my hands. "I see more than what's in front of me. I study body language. Plus, I saw the two of you when you left my art viewing. How he had his hand low on your hip…how you looked so comfortable with him. And even just now, there's chemistry between you that expands way beyond mere friendship."

"So where does this leave us?"

Jared considered my question prior to answering. "In a position to be friends. I don't want to stop seeing you. Do you want to stop seeing me?"

I didn't but would it be smart to continue with something even with our feelings for other people out in the open? It would be far healthier than pretending that deep in our cores our souls weren't hollering for someone else. However, there was just so much uncertainty.

"I really enjoyed myself tonight, Jared," I admitted. "There's an undeniable chemistry between us and I'm not ready to call it quits on that, either. But…"

His hands traveled up and cupped my face, distracting me. Jared's forehead kissed mine. "So let's not stop. At least not yet. We'll be friends."

"Friends who kiss?" I grinned hopefully.

He snickered. "Kissing is the gateway drug. It can lead to other things," the timbre of his voice lowered. "It could lead to skin on skin contact…a moist tongue licking around an extraordinarily wet surface. Should we really risk that?"

Glaring up into his eyes, I pulled back. "We probably shouldn't. I feel like you're going to try to lead me astray."

"It's a strong possibility. So maybe we should establish some rules. We'll go out, have fun, get to know each other, and after a month if our…feelings for two unavailable people have changed then we give us afair shot."

Sounded like a fair enough plan. "That seems doable. And if our feelings for two unavailable people haven't changed then we stop seeing each other?"

"We'll revisit after the month is over. Well," Jared angled his head and kissed my cheek. "I really enjoyed myself tonight. Thank you for going out with me, Bonnie."

"Thank you for taking me out, Jared. Text me to let me know you made it home safely."

"All right," another kiss smothered my cheek and Jared swaggered to the stairs.

Heading back to my apartment I let my mind go blank not wanting to dissect the agreement that was just concocted. I ran into the door expecting it to open automatically. It was locked.

"Stefan!" I banged. "Open the door!"


This picture brought about a sense of déjà vu. I was seated at my vanity only this time instead of applying layers of foundation, I was wrapping my hair. Stefan loomed in the threshold having traded his jeans and button down for a white ribbed tank and his Virginia Tech basketball shorts. The apartment was quiet a part from the low hum of the air conditioning, and the occasional creak and groan the walls and floors made. Stretching out its bones Grams explained when I was little and asked why her house made so much noise.

Diverting my gaze to Stefan he bit into a Snicker's bar. "What?"

"Nothing," he chewed. "Wanna a bite?"

"No thanks. I just brushed my teeth. I'm assuming Amber left."

"She did, which means I missed out on a wonderful opportunity to get laid," there was a definite sharpness to his tone.

"Aww, poor thing."

"It's cute that you act like you're hurting on my benefit."

Laying a hand over my heart, I made a sympathetic face. "I am crushed on your behalf."

He snickered. "Whatever."

"Don't tell me that my presence scared her off, or did she not feel right dropping her drawers because her best friend had himself a jolly good time?"

Stefan tilted his head, a contemplative look on his face. He shrugged and sank his teeth into chocolate, nuts, and caramel once more. "What would Jared have to do with her getting screwed righteously?"

"I'm glad you're so confident in your skills."

Stefan guffawed. "There haven't been any complaints. Well," he trailed off and I knew exactly what, but more specifically who he was thinking about.

Grabbing my silk scarf, I tied it around my head and rose from my vanity bench.

"Another person's faults are not yours, Stefan."

He dug a piece of candy bar from his back molars with his tongue. I could see that plainly enough.

"I know that."

I shuffled over to him, stretching my arms above my head. He watched me, I watched him.

"You know, it's not too late for you to pack a bag and come with me," Stefan waggled his brows.

I was always down for a road trip, but he confronting his mother about her pending nuptials was a private matter, and I didn't want to impose on that. I explained:

"Regrettably I have a looming deadline and I need to get as much accomplished on this article that I can before Monday. Sorry."

That sucks," Stefan lowered his gaze to the floor. "You'll be here with Damon…if he returns this century."

"Ugh, don't remind me of that. If you decide to extend your trip I can't promise you'll have a brother by the time you come home."

Stefan snickered. Lifting his head once more I stared into those chameleon eyes. Stefan had enviably long eyelashes that sheltered orbs that could one minute be wounded, the next—cold, transform into boyish giddiness. At the moment his irises were a thin circle of bluish-gray.

He slipped an arm around my waist coaxing me forward into a hug. Stefan rested the bottom of his chin on the crown of my head. "Did you really enjoy yourself tonight? Jared looked hella nervous when he was here for all of five seconds."

"I did have a good time," my voice was quiet. "I think he was just a little embarrassed to get caught necking with a woman he barely knows."

"You sure as hell didn't look nervous. In fact you seemed to be gloating," Stefan accused.

I arched back to look up. "I make no apologies for enjoying being kissed by a man who knows what he's doing."

Stefan grunted.

"Jealous?" I asked point blank.

"Nope, Jared's not my type," he grinned. "But…he might be Damon's."

Yeah, I had that same thought. Looks like I'm going to have to keep an eye on that one.

"Anyways," Stefan continued, "before Amber left she wondered if you and Jared might be interested in double dating. I told her that I'd run it by you."

Ha, nope. "Jared and I just came to an agreement to be friends, get to know each other. So that'll be a negative on the double dating thing. That just adds all kinds of pressure neither one of us is ready to handle. At least for the foreseeable future."

I felt the air rush out of Stefan's lungs in relief.

It was a rare thing for me to be on the same page and especially so early in the dating game with a guy that I was honestly intrigued by. Dating could sometimes feel like the preparations of war. There were certain points you needed to hit, conquer before moving on to the next encampment. You constantly had to be on the watch for enemy insurgents typically in the form of busy careers, bossy friends who got into your head that the person you were feeling, well they weren't feeling which meant they're wrong for you, clingy parents, or ghosts from prior relationships that hadn't been completely exorcized. And not only were there external forces you had to fight your way through, but internal ones that could lead to self-sabotage because some of us believed we either weren't worthy of love, or was only worthy of the love that we thought we deserved, which often proved to be a selfish and destructive love.

Maybe purposely continuing to see Jared even on a friend level might prove to be detrimental, but there was only one clear way to find that out. Besides, I wasn't going to literally sit around and wait for Stefan to get a clue.

Detangling from my roommate's comforting embrace, I shuffled to my bed, turned back the covers. Tapping the space next to me, Stefan hesitated before joining. He didn't climb under the covers, though, but propped himself up against the headboard.

Adjusting the pillows, I wiggled around until I was comfortable.

"It's not too late to squeeze in an episode of The Fall," Stefan suggested.

"What time are you planning on getting on the road?"

"Around seven."

Grabbing my phone noting the time was just a few minutes before midnight. "All right. If you think you can manage on five hours of sleep before making a four hour drive."

"I'll be fine," Stefan searched for the remote and, once finding it, clicked on my TV, pulling up Netflix. "Not that long ago I was pulling all-nighters studying for exams and writing ten page research papers on twenty minutes of sleep."

"College was some time ago, old man," I fluttered my lashes.

Stefan stared at me askance. "It wasn't that long ago. And don't forget between the two of us, you're the older one."

I laughed and shoved him. "Only by nine months." My birthday was in February his is in November.

"That's how long it takes a fetus to incubate. I'd say that's a huge gap. You'll get your AARP membership card long before I do."

"Yeah, and who'll be asking to borrow it to get some discounts?"

"Hey, as long as you know what you're in for."

The opening theme music for The Fall began playing drawing my attention. This show was addictive and being a fan of Gillian Anderson, and having a bit of a severe crush on Jamie Dornan enabled my cravings for a good show with a psychosexual investigative premise.

"Let the drooling begin," Stefan sat aside the remote.

I shushed him. He noisily crinkled that stupid candy bar wrapper earning him a chastising eye roll.

I think I may have lasted all of twenty minutes into the show before I was zonked out. Yet at some point, a pair of lips touched my forehead, and a jumble of words managed to penetrate my unconscious ears.

"I'm missing you already, pretty girl."


Five grueling hours of flipping through journals, online periodicals on hypersexuality, my eyes officially crossed. Fingertips burning, neck aching, stomach rumbling from hunger, it was definitely time to give work a break.

Picking up my phone I shot a text to my bestie, my bestie with boobs—that is. She quickly responded back agreeing to grab an early dinner. It was time for me to come up for air.

True to his word, Jared had texted me when he made it home though I hadn't seen his text until I woke up. When I replied back he inquired about my plans, and I told him I'd be work's bitch today. Stefan had also sent me a text letting me know he made it to Mystic Falls safe and sound, but had stopped the Grill—the only decent restaurant in town—for a bite to eat. It was a stall tactic, plain and simple.

Yet the reminder of food got me out of my head and into my shoes.

I left Damon snoring on the couch since he didn't get in until ten in the morning.

Rosa Mexicano was the spot for guacamole made fresh right in front of you. I had a taste for that and their chicken tacos, and that's where I asked my best friend Suhad Hounsou to meet me for dinner. She beat me there as her punctuality was much better than mine. Her smile was radiant as she stood and we hugged like we hadn't seen each other the week before.

Suhad, with her gorgeous almond brown skin and long naturally curly hair, squeezed lemon juice into her ice cold water. Our waiter was enamored with her, blushing horribly every time he approached and inquired if we needed anything though he barely left us alone long enough to need a refill or more napkins.

Seated outside as we were, I was distracted by the pedestrians—especially those who were smoking, and of course flies and pigeons who were hoping for a crumb to chow on.

"So what's been going on with you?" I got right down to trading information like this was Wall Street.

Suhad shrugged and sipped her drink. "The business is doing well. In a few more months I hope it'll be stable enough to run itself. I'm long overdue for a vacation."

My girl was an entrepreneur and sold natural beauty and healthcare products. Yes, a lot of companies boasted about their products being organic, made with 100% natural ingredients, but Suhad's products came from plants that flourished in ancient Egypt. How that was possible was a trade and family secret. One she was embargoed against sharing with any outside or third party not bearing the Hounsou name.

I was one of her investors and customers. Her stuff was the shit. Could make the most dry or cracked skin softer than a baby's tush, or settle an upset stomach without a litany of side effects.

"That's good."

Suhad nodded, her dark brown eyes lowering to her appetizer. "Anni is in town."

"Ugh, the bitter banshee." Anni short for a really complicated name was the sister of Suhad's boo, Hamun.

My dear friend chuckled. "I swear Anni treats Hamun like he's her husband or something. She's in town for her annual 'inspection'," Suhad air quoted. "I don't know when she actually plans on returning to her bridge, the troll." I snickered. "Every time I turn around, Bonnie that chick is in my face reminding me that she's Hamun's sister like I could ever forget. She undermines all my decisions and stays giving me unwanted advice."

"Have you told Hamun, has he seen for himself?"

"I don't think he notices because that's how his family's always been. Super close. They've been extremely sheltered. It took a lot for his parents to agree for him to come to the States to continue his education."

"Hamun is damn near thirty. When is he going to get off the titty?"

Suhad laughed, "He's not that old."

"Close enough. He's twenty-five."

"He's their only son. They hold on to the old ways. They want him to marry a girl from a respectable—"

"—rich."

"—rich family," she forked black beans into her mouth. "They don't think I'm good enough. They haven't said it but you can tell when someone doesn't approve of you."

Chewing a bite of my taco, I asked, "In the long run, do you see it affecting your relationship?"

"Hamun loves his parents, obviously, and wants their approval, but…he's told me plenty of times he's not going to let anything come between us. I guess I'll just have to wait and see if he'll live up to his word."

"You guys have been going strong for a year and a half."

"Yeah, but that doesn't mean we haven't had problems. He's Egyptian and I'm Egyptian-Iranian born on American soil," she made a depreciating face. "To his parents I'm more American than anything else."

"That good old patriotism ruins everything, doesn't it?" I teased.

"Yeah, it does. What about you? Are you still seeing that Godric person?"

"No," I said emphatically arching my brows. "I've met someone new."

Suhad's eyes brightened. "You certainly don't waste any time, do you?"

"Eh, what can I say? I'm a rolling stone. His name is Jared Malone; he's a left-handed Pisces trust fund baby who's an artist. He's very…nice," I hinted suggestively.

Suhad, who had been poised to take a sip of her drink, halted the glass' journey to her full mouth. "How nice are we talking?"

In light of recent events I had to edit my response. "Nice in the sense that we're starting off on the same page."

"Meaning?"

"We're going to start off as friends and see where it goes from there."

Nodding in approval, Suhad took a sip of her water. "That's good but do you think you can manage?"

"Well…" I hefted a shoulder, "he makes me feel those kinds of feelings between your legs when you really want some. So that might be a challenge."

Suhad cackled behind a closed fist, dimples showing. "He makes you horny? Why don't you come out and say that? Freaking writers," she rolled her eyes.

"I was trying to be poetic."

"More like show how exhaustive your vocabulary is. Does Stefan know?"

Why was she bringing Stefan into this? "He does. Jared is actually best friends with the chick my roommate is seeing."

Suhad didn't comment but a look crossed her face that definitely made me squint.

"What?" I asked tersely.

"Nothing."

"Stefan doesn't dictate who I go out with it."

"I never said he did. From experience I know how much you value his opinion, and I recall you ended a relationship because Stefan and Logan…was his name right? Anyways, they didn't like each other so you ended it with Logan."

First of all, I had to remember who the hell Suhad was talking about. Sad, I know. After a few minutes of checking through my backlog of one-night dates, minor relationships, and flybys, it came to me.

"Oh, Logan. Logan was an asshole who was using me to make his bitchy ex-girlfriend jealous. Stefan found out about it, and since I know he has more important things to do with his life than fabricate a lie to get me to break up with someone, I trusted his intel. Which proved to be right in the end. Would I like my best friend and future boyfriend to get along? Of course, but I'm not going to deny someone a chance just because Stefan is in his feels about it."

Suhad lifted her glass in salute. "That's what I like to hear."

Her words gave me pause.

Staring into Suhad's shrewd, onyx eyes that seemed to be filled with an inordinate amount of amusement.

"Bonnie," Suhad began, "you and I have had each other's backs for a long time giving me insight into what you like and what you don't. I've seen you date guys that were so undeserving of your time, and the good ones…well they weren't good enough for this or that reason, and I understand why."

I blinked rapidly. "I don't…"

"You do know what I'm talking about," her stare was unwavering. "The heart can be fickle but most of the time—fixed. Just decide early enough where it stands with this guy or…anyone else. So to this Jared person…good luck. You have a gargantuan pair of shoes to fill."

"Gargantuan? Really?"

My bestie winked. "Yep."

That was Suhad keeping it one hundred and I loved her unconditionally for it.

Chapter end

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