Chapter 8
It was some time before any of them let go. And even after, Angel held onto to Cordelia tightly. Wesley kept cleaning his glasses, and Gunn held his hands in fists.
"We are going to research," Wesley said fiercely, retreating as always to books. Giles nodded fervently, showing his support.
"I already did, Wes. Its…too late – there's nothing you can do," Cordelia smiled sadly at him.
"Don't say that. Don't say that, you never ever give up. You said so. You're not supposed to say that," Fred cried out.
"Oh honey, I wish it was different, I wish things could be different, but…" she trailed of, looking at the floor intently, not knowing how to make it better.
"How long?" Angel asked, "How long have you known?"
Cordelia ducked her head, "Does it matter?"
"How long, Cordy," he repeated, more insistently.
She didn't answer.
"Damn it, Cordy. How long?" he demanded. He needed to know. The others waited as well for her answer.
"Ten months," she answered finally softly. Several gasps were heard.
"Oh God!" Wesley said, and dropped his glasses. Buffy picked them up, happy to be able to do something.
"Ten months, Barbie. You've known for 10 months. And what? It never occurred to you to tell us, I thought we were family, Cordy. Family, Cordy. " Gunn sounded hurt.
Angel didn't say a word. "You knew when I fired you, didn't you?" he said. It wasn't a question. Wesley, and Gunn's faces changed, from hurt to understanding. The Scoobies stayed confused.
"Yes," she looked at him then.
"Why didn't you say something?" he asked.
She got angry then. "Like what, Angel. Oh by the way, I know you're obsessed with Darla, but can you take a time-out and hold my hand while I die from the visions I get for your redemption," she shouted at him. He flinched.
"You know what I would have heard - that you don't care. That you didn't care to stay with me," Cordelia voice choked. They had never talked about it, that period when he left them. They just moved on.
Just as easy as it arose, the anger disappeared. "I was going to tell you then, you know. I was trying to get the courage to break it to you, but you didn't want to hear anything then."
Angel was standing further away from her now. "I would have cared, Cordy. I always cared. I was self-destructing then, and I wanted you as far away from me as possible. You know how sorry I am for that, you know," he asked her desperately.
"I know, Angel," she moved closer to him and laid an hand on his arm, "It took me a long time to forgive you for that. But I needed you, I always did, and when we got you back, it was too new, I just didn't want to spoil it all."
"And then Pylea happened," Lorne said softly.
"Yes," Cordy said.
Comprehension dawned on Fred, "That's what Groo meant, didn't he? About the visions. Why didn't you…?" Angel's face darkened at the mention of the Groosalog.
"Why didn't I Com-shuck?" Cordelia chuckled at the blush on Fred's face, "I didn't want to give them up. They were mine." She said the last bit fiercely, daring anyone to question her decision.
"What are you talking about, Fred?" Angel asked, "What do you mean give them up?"
"The prophecy, it was your way out, wasn't it?" Wesley said, catching on.
"Yeah. I didn't take it."
""Why, girl? You knew. And you said you loved him. It wouldn't have been like…com-shucking with a stranger," Gunn asked. She didn't reply and he didn't really need her to, "Because of Angel," he answered his own question.
"What the hell are you'll talking about?" Angel yelled to catch their attention.
"I want to know as well," Willow said.
"Is com-shuck like kye…what was it? Kye-rumption?" Anya asked.
"It doesn't matter, Angel," Cordelia told him.
He opened his mouth to ask, but he didn't want to fight with her. Not now. Not ever.
"And then when we got home, we heard about… " Wesley continued the timeline.
"You heard that I died," Buffy said softly. She looked apologetically at Cordelia.
Cordelia didn't say anything, there wasn't anything to say.
"You let me leave for 3 months. What if…" he didn't even finish his thought, unable to think it through any further.
"You were grieving, Angel. You had to grieve. I could hardly spring it on you at the time," Cordy said.
"You could have said something to us, Cordelia. You should have," Wesley looked angry now.
"What would you have done, Wes, Gunn, huh?" Cordy asked them, "You would have brought him home. Tell me you wouldn't."
"Maybe we would have, but we should have known. You didn't have to go through it on your own," Wesley said to her.
"Maybe I needed to believe it wasn't real. I needed to be strong, Wes. I couldn't break down," Cordelia said.
"We can be strong for you sometimes, Cor. You don't always have to be strong one," Angel told her.
"Yes, yes I do, Angel. If I don't, everything falls apart. It all falls apart," she whispered the last few words.
"Oh baby, come here," Angel pulled her into his arms, "We'll fix it. We will."
"I wish you could, Angel. I wish you could." The longing in her voice tore them all apart.
"Cordy…" Wes said, trying to tell her to not give up.
She understood. She always did. She opened her mouth to tell him, but Fred interrupted.
"You've prepared for it, didn't you. That's why you made me learn how to answer the phones, and made sure I knew how to make Angel's blood, and Wesley's tea and Gunn's Cocoa. You were preparing us for your death," Fred sounded like her world had fallen out, "And you made sure Gunn learnt how to do the books, and how to get Wesley to come out of his office, and how to drag Angel out of his room."
It was a question, but Cordelia's face gave her away.
"Oh, princess. That's why you were teaching me all of Connor's favourite things, and how to make Fred stop writing on the wall or …you were making sure we were ready for you to die," Lorne said shocked.
"Cor…how could you?" Angel's desperate voice made her look up from where she was gazing intently at the floor.
"Do you think I want to die, huh?" Cordelia didn't wait for an answer, "I…I'm 20 years old. Twenty. I didn't get to do anything I planned. Twenty," she repeated, "I don't, you know. Want to die. I know I'll never get to be famous, or get married or have children or…" silent tears ran down her face, and soft crying could be heard in the room, as the others took her words in.
Angel buried his face into her neck, tightening his hold, guilt overcoming him. And as always she knew, "Its okay, you know. I accepted it. Took me some time, but I did. And then I realised, I was lucky. I had you, all of you," she looked at her family in the eyes all of them, and lifted Angel's face, forcing him to see her.
"I had you. And it didn't matter that I never got to be famous…I got to save people. And it was fine that I will never get married, because I had you, Angel. I didn't need a normal life, because I had my family. And its was okay that'll I'll never have children, because they give me Connor. He may not be mine, Angel, but just for a little while I got to share him with you, and pretend," Cordy spoke reverently, trying to comfort him with her words.
"He is yours, you know, Cor," Angel spoke, "He always was your son, and we all know that you're his mother," he said it in the present tense deliberately.
"You don't have to say that, Angel. I appreciate it, I do, but its not necessary. I always knew I was temporary,"
"Don't say that, Cordy. Don't ever talk like that. You are not temporary. You're everything. How can you just accept it like this?" he asked her angrily.
"Angel," she called out to calm him down, "You want to know why. Fine, I'll tell you why - I lived on a hellmouth, Angel. Everyday I survived was a good day. And I knew, even if I never admitted it, that I could die at anytime. And on some days it got close. Really close. But I survived, and you know what I realised, one day?" she paused, and he looked imploringly at her to explain it to him.
"I was lying in the hospital, a rebar through my stomach, and God it hurt," Cordelia shut her eyes at the memory, and Willow and Xander froze at the thought of it.
She opened her eyes again, and held his gaze, "And I was all alone. All alone, Angel and I knew if I had died, no one would care, no one would grieve. My parents didn't even visit me in the hospital. I almost gave up that day, but I refused to give them the satisfaction," for a second her stubbornness showed through, " Its okay to die now, Angel. This time there are people who love me, and will miss me. I wanted you'll to cope, that's all. I served some purpose in my life, it wasn't just empty," she wiped away her tears furiously. She didn't like to cry. "Do you understand now?" she pleaded, begging him to understand.
Wesley swallowed with difficulty, and Gunn buried his face in his girlfriend's arms, pushing tears back, at Cordy's heartfelt plea. Angel's eyes filled with pain, before they intensified again, with strength.
"Alright, Cor," he told her, "But, you have to understand about me, about us, I…we…we can't just give you up like that. I almost lost you, more than once, Cordelia Chase," he took her face in his broad palms, "And I am not prepared to do it. Again. Ever," he silently promised her, "We will find a way out, okay?" The rest of them nodded in agreement, showing their support.
"Okay!" She whispered back, "Okay. You can look."
He wrapped his arms around her tightly, as if just that hold would keep her with him. And she returned the hug.
"I would have grieved, Cordelia," Xander said softly from behind, "I was an idiot back then, but I would have grieved." She turned in Angel's arms, and reached for her former boyfriend. And hugged him tightly.
"Thank you for that, Xander," she said in his ear.
"Don't you dare die on us, Cordelia Chase," he ordered her, leaning back to look into her eyes.
"Yeah," Willow seconded from behind, "I would hate to have to deal with a broody vampire again." And she wrapped her sometimes friend in her slim arms.
"I'll try. Wouldn't want you have to drag his broodiness out his room," Cordy smiled through her tears.
"That goes double for me," Buffy declared, taking her turn.
"You'll take care of him, and Connor," Cordelia whispered to Buffy, as she hugged her. It wasn't a request.
"I promise." An understanding passed between the two girls, who had, for the better part of their acquaintance, been enemies, between two woman who recognized death and suffering more than most, between two woman who both loved the same man…pire, between two people who knew what destiny and fate meant…what being a chosen one entailed.
Buffy wiped her eyes, "It won't be necessary though," she said, a firm surety in her voice, "You don't get to die. No easy way out for you, Queen C," she smiled at Cordelia. And Cordelia smiled back.
"Of course not," she replied. Life was ironic like that. And she knew no one understood it better than Buffy.
"Research now," Giles said, being supportive in the only way he knew how.
"Yes, we will find an answer in the books. We always do," Anya told her, looking positive now that everyone had stop crying. She gave Cordelia a quick hug, and then stepped back self-consciously.
"What about Girls Night?" Cordelia sniffed, too many tears today.
Everyone in the room looked at her like she was crazy.
"We'll do it another time," Fred said, optimism back in her tone
"I'm sorry I ruined it for you, Fred," Cordy told her. She knew how much Fred had put into their impromptu slumber party.
"You didn't ruin anything, you never do," Fred reassured her, and for the first time their roles were reversed and Fred was the comforter, not the one being taken care of.
"Research party," Xander said, forced cheer in his voice.
"Yeah, know how much you love those," Cordelia said sarcastically, feeling a little better.
"For you, Cordy, anything," Xander wrapped an arm around her shoulders companionably.
"Alright, that's enough touching from you," Angel growled at him, and Xander hurriedly dropped his hand, causing the room to burst into laughter. And all the tension melted away for those few happy seconds.
"See what I mean," Cordelia giggled, referring to Angel's overprotective behaviour.
"Hey," Angel said good-naturedly, happy that she was smiling again. Real smiles.
She looked up at him, and gave him her 100watt smile, the one that, if he had a heart, it would skip a beat, "Did I mention that I love you, my broody guy," she said possessively.
"Like a best friend?" he threw her words back at her jokingly, doing all he could to keep her happy, pretending like she wanted.
The whole room groaned at his joke.
"Shoot me now," Lorne said, repeating his earlier words.
Cordy laughed. "Nope," and she tossed her hair, "Love. As in passion. The forever kind. The make you happy kind. The turn my boyfriend into a evil psychopath if I sleep with him kind," she said, twirling her arms around his neck.
"Oh, that kind," he leaned forward and touched his forehead to hers, "So I'm your boyfriend now, am I?"
"Depends," she replied.
"On what?" Angel asked, smiling slightly.
"Whether or not you are going to shut up and kiss me," she replied.
"Your wish is my command, milady," Angel said, just before he leaned in and proceeded to thoroughly kiss her.
Cheers and whistles broke out.
"Its about damn time," Wesley said.
He walked to the door, opened it, and looked at the group who surrounded the two, "How about we start without them? We can go to the hotel," he suggested.
"I'm with you, mate. So don't need to see peaches and the cheerleader go at it," Spike said, walking out with a sleeping Dawn in his arms.
"Yeah, I figure we can give them some time alone," Fred said, and dragged a protesting Gunn out the room.
A box floated towards them, and hit Wesley on the shoulder.
"Sorry, Dennis. Forgot," Wes told the ghost, apologetically.
Gunn picked up the box and carried out.
"What about Connor?" Buffy asked.
"He's sleeping. Dennis will take care of him," Lorne replied, following Fred and Gunn.
The rest followed, until the apartment was empty except for two former best friends wrapped in each others arms, a sleeping baby, and a somewhat relieved ghost babysitting a sleeping child.
TBC
A/N
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It was some time before any of them let go. And even after, Angel held onto to Cordelia tightly. Wesley kept cleaning his glasses, and Gunn held his hands in fists.
"We are going to research," Wesley said fiercely, retreating as always to books. Giles nodded fervently, showing his support.
"I already did, Wes. Its…too late – there's nothing you can do," Cordelia smiled sadly at him.
"Don't say that. Don't say that, you never ever give up. You said so. You're not supposed to say that," Fred cried out.
"Oh honey, I wish it was different, I wish things could be different, but…" she trailed of, looking at the floor intently, not knowing how to make it better.
"How long?" Angel asked, "How long have you known?"
Cordelia ducked her head, "Does it matter?"
"How long, Cordy," he repeated, more insistently.
She didn't answer.
"Damn it, Cordy. How long?" he demanded. He needed to know. The others waited as well for her answer.
"Ten months," she answered finally softly. Several gasps were heard.
"Oh God!" Wesley said, and dropped his glasses. Buffy picked them up, happy to be able to do something.
"Ten months, Barbie. You've known for 10 months. And what? It never occurred to you to tell us, I thought we were family, Cordy. Family, Cordy. " Gunn sounded hurt.
Angel didn't say a word. "You knew when I fired you, didn't you?" he said. It wasn't a question. Wesley, and Gunn's faces changed, from hurt to understanding. The Scoobies stayed confused.
"Yes," she looked at him then.
"Why didn't you say something?" he asked.
She got angry then. "Like what, Angel. Oh by the way, I know you're obsessed with Darla, but can you take a time-out and hold my hand while I die from the visions I get for your redemption," she shouted at him. He flinched.
"You know what I would have heard - that you don't care. That you didn't care to stay with me," Cordelia voice choked. They had never talked about it, that period when he left them. They just moved on.
Just as easy as it arose, the anger disappeared. "I was going to tell you then, you know. I was trying to get the courage to break it to you, but you didn't want to hear anything then."
Angel was standing further away from her now. "I would have cared, Cordy. I always cared. I was self-destructing then, and I wanted you as far away from me as possible. You know how sorry I am for that, you know," he asked her desperately.
"I know, Angel," she moved closer to him and laid an hand on his arm, "It took me a long time to forgive you for that. But I needed you, I always did, and when we got you back, it was too new, I just didn't want to spoil it all."
"And then Pylea happened," Lorne said softly.
"Yes," Cordy said.
Comprehension dawned on Fred, "That's what Groo meant, didn't he? About the visions. Why didn't you…?" Angel's face darkened at the mention of the Groosalog.
"Why didn't I Com-shuck?" Cordelia chuckled at the blush on Fred's face, "I didn't want to give them up. They were mine." She said the last bit fiercely, daring anyone to question her decision.
"What are you talking about, Fred?" Angel asked, "What do you mean give them up?"
"The prophecy, it was your way out, wasn't it?" Wesley said, catching on.
"Yeah. I didn't take it."
""Why, girl? You knew. And you said you loved him. It wouldn't have been like…com-shucking with a stranger," Gunn asked. She didn't reply and he didn't really need her to, "Because of Angel," he answered his own question.
"What the hell are you'll talking about?" Angel yelled to catch their attention.
"I want to know as well," Willow said.
"Is com-shuck like kye…what was it? Kye-rumption?" Anya asked.
"It doesn't matter, Angel," Cordelia told him.
He opened his mouth to ask, but he didn't want to fight with her. Not now. Not ever.
"And then when we got home, we heard about… " Wesley continued the timeline.
"You heard that I died," Buffy said softly. She looked apologetically at Cordelia.
Cordelia didn't say anything, there wasn't anything to say.
"You let me leave for 3 months. What if…" he didn't even finish his thought, unable to think it through any further.
"You were grieving, Angel. You had to grieve. I could hardly spring it on you at the time," Cordy said.
"You could have said something to us, Cordelia. You should have," Wesley looked angry now.
"What would you have done, Wes, Gunn, huh?" Cordy asked them, "You would have brought him home. Tell me you wouldn't."
"Maybe we would have, but we should have known. You didn't have to go through it on your own," Wesley said to her.
"Maybe I needed to believe it wasn't real. I needed to be strong, Wes. I couldn't break down," Cordelia said.
"We can be strong for you sometimes, Cor. You don't always have to be strong one," Angel told her.
"Yes, yes I do, Angel. If I don't, everything falls apart. It all falls apart," she whispered the last few words.
"Oh baby, come here," Angel pulled her into his arms, "We'll fix it. We will."
"I wish you could, Angel. I wish you could." The longing in her voice tore them all apart.
"Cordy…" Wes said, trying to tell her to not give up.
She understood. She always did. She opened her mouth to tell him, but Fred interrupted.
"You've prepared for it, didn't you. That's why you made me learn how to answer the phones, and made sure I knew how to make Angel's blood, and Wesley's tea and Gunn's Cocoa. You were preparing us for your death," Fred sounded like her world had fallen out, "And you made sure Gunn learnt how to do the books, and how to get Wesley to come out of his office, and how to drag Angel out of his room."
It was a question, but Cordelia's face gave her away.
"Oh, princess. That's why you were teaching me all of Connor's favourite things, and how to make Fred stop writing on the wall or …you were making sure we were ready for you to die," Lorne said shocked.
"Cor…how could you?" Angel's desperate voice made her look up from where she was gazing intently at the floor.
"Do you think I want to die, huh?" Cordelia didn't wait for an answer, "I…I'm 20 years old. Twenty. I didn't get to do anything I planned. Twenty," she repeated, "I don't, you know. Want to die. I know I'll never get to be famous, or get married or have children or…" silent tears ran down her face, and soft crying could be heard in the room, as the others took her words in.
Angel buried his face into her neck, tightening his hold, guilt overcoming him. And as always she knew, "Its okay, you know. I accepted it. Took me some time, but I did. And then I realised, I was lucky. I had you, all of you," she looked at her family in the eyes all of them, and lifted Angel's face, forcing him to see her.
"I had you. And it didn't matter that I never got to be famous…I got to save people. And it was fine that I will never get married, because I had you, Angel. I didn't need a normal life, because I had my family. And its was okay that'll I'll never have children, because they give me Connor. He may not be mine, Angel, but just for a little while I got to share him with you, and pretend," Cordy spoke reverently, trying to comfort him with her words.
"He is yours, you know, Cor," Angel spoke, "He always was your son, and we all know that you're his mother," he said it in the present tense deliberately.
"You don't have to say that, Angel. I appreciate it, I do, but its not necessary. I always knew I was temporary,"
"Don't say that, Cordy. Don't ever talk like that. You are not temporary. You're everything. How can you just accept it like this?" he asked her angrily.
"Angel," she called out to calm him down, "You want to know why. Fine, I'll tell you why - I lived on a hellmouth, Angel. Everyday I survived was a good day. And I knew, even if I never admitted it, that I could die at anytime. And on some days it got close. Really close. But I survived, and you know what I realised, one day?" she paused, and he looked imploringly at her to explain it to him.
"I was lying in the hospital, a rebar through my stomach, and God it hurt," Cordelia shut her eyes at the memory, and Willow and Xander froze at the thought of it.
She opened her eyes again, and held his gaze, "And I was all alone. All alone, Angel and I knew if I had died, no one would care, no one would grieve. My parents didn't even visit me in the hospital. I almost gave up that day, but I refused to give them the satisfaction," for a second her stubbornness showed through, " Its okay to die now, Angel. This time there are people who love me, and will miss me. I wanted you'll to cope, that's all. I served some purpose in my life, it wasn't just empty," she wiped away her tears furiously. She didn't like to cry. "Do you understand now?" she pleaded, begging him to understand.
Wesley swallowed with difficulty, and Gunn buried his face in his girlfriend's arms, pushing tears back, at Cordy's heartfelt plea. Angel's eyes filled with pain, before they intensified again, with strength.
"Alright, Cor," he told her, "But, you have to understand about me, about us, I…we…we can't just give you up like that. I almost lost you, more than once, Cordelia Chase," he took her face in his broad palms, "And I am not prepared to do it. Again. Ever," he silently promised her, "We will find a way out, okay?" The rest of them nodded in agreement, showing their support.
"Okay!" She whispered back, "Okay. You can look."
He wrapped his arms around her tightly, as if just that hold would keep her with him. And she returned the hug.
"I would have grieved, Cordelia," Xander said softly from behind, "I was an idiot back then, but I would have grieved." She turned in Angel's arms, and reached for her former boyfriend. And hugged him tightly.
"Thank you for that, Xander," she said in his ear.
"Don't you dare die on us, Cordelia Chase," he ordered her, leaning back to look into her eyes.
"Yeah," Willow seconded from behind, "I would hate to have to deal with a broody vampire again." And she wrapped her sometimes friend in her slim arms.
"I'll try. Wouldn't want you have to drag his broodiness out his room," Cordy smiled through her tears.
"That goes double for me," Buffy declared, taking her turn.
"You'll take care of him, and Connor," Cordelia whispered to Buffy, as she hugged her. It wasn't a request.
"I promise." An understanding passed between the two girls, who had, for the better part of their acquaintance, been enemies, between two woman who recognized death and suffering more than most, between two woman who both loved the same man…pire, between two people who knew what destiny and fate meant…what being a chosen one entailed.
Buffy wiped her eyes, "It won't be necessary though," she said, a firm surety in her voice, "You don't get to die. No easy way out for you, Queen C," she smiled at Cordelia. And Cordelia smiled back.
"Of course not," she replied. Life was ironic like that. And she knew no one understood it better than Buffy.
"Research now," Giles said, being supportive in the only way he knew how.
"Yes, we will find an answer in the books. We always do," Anya told her, looking positive now that everyone had stop crying. She gave Cordelia a quick hug, and then stepped back self-consciously.
"What about Girls Night?" Cordelia sniffed, too many tears today.
Everyone in the room looked at her like she was crazy.
"We'll do it another time," Fred said, optimism back in her tone
"I'm sorry I ruined it for you, Fred," Cordy told her. She knew how much Fred had put into their impromptu slumber party.
"You didn't ruin anything, you never do," Fred reassured her, and for the first time their roles were reversed and Fred was the comforter, not the one being taken care of.
"Research party," Xander said, forced cheer in his voice.
"Yeah, know how much you love those," Cordelia said sarcastically, feeling a little better.
"For you, Cordy, anything," Xander wrapped an arm around her shoulders companionably.
"Alright, that's enough touching from you," Angel growled at him, and Xander hurriedly dropped his hand, causing the room to burst into laughter. And all the tension melted away for those few happy seconds.
"See what I mean," Cordelia giggled, referring to Angel's overprotective behaviour.
"Hey," Angel said good-naturedly, happy that she was smiling again. Real smiles.
She looked up at him, and gave him her 100watt smile, the one that, if he had a heart, it would skip a beat, "Did I mention that I love you, my broody guy," she said possessively.
"Like a best friend?" he threw her words back at her jokingly, doing all he could to keep her happy, pretending like she wanted.
The whole room groaned at his joke.
"Shoot me now," Lorne said, repeating his earlier words.
Cordy laughed. "Nope," and she tossed her hair, "Love. As in passion. The forever kind. The make you happy kind. The turn my boyfriend into a evil psychopath if I sleep with him kind," she said, twirling her arms around his neck.
"Oh, that kind," he leaned forward and touched his forehead to hers, "So I'm your boyfriend now, am I?"
"Depends," she replied.
"On what?" Angel asked, smiling slightly.
"Whether or not you are going to shut up and kiss me," she replied.
"Your wish is my command, milady," Angel said, just before he leaned in and proceeded to thoroughly kiss her.
Cheers and whistles broke out.
"Its about damn time," Wesley said.
He walked to the door, opened it, and looked at the group who surrounded the two, "How about we start without them? We can go to the hotel," he suggested.
"I'm with you, mate. So don't need to see peaches and the cheerleader go at it," Spike said, walking out with a sleeping Dawn in his arms.
"Yeah, I figure we can give them some time alone," Fred said, and dragged a protesting Gunn out the room.
A box floated towards them, and hit Wesley on the shoulder.
"Sorry, Dennis. Forgot," Wes told the ghost, apologetically.
Gunn picked up the box and carried out.
"What about Connor?" Buffy asked.
"He's sleeping. Dennis will take care of him," Lorne replied, following Fred and Gunn.
The rest followed, until the apartment was empty except for two former best friends wrapped in each others arms, a sleeping baby, and a somewhat relieved ghost babysitting a sleeping child.
TBC
A/N
You guys give the greatest feedback. Thank you...i hope you like this part.
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