Disclaimer in the notes at the beginning.
PREVIOSLY....
He studied Draco for a moment and then it dawned on him. "How much have you had to drink?"
"A teensy little bit" he replied, motioning with two fingers, to show the "small" amount he had had.
"Right. Okay." Harry sighed. It was late, or rather, early, and he didn't want to deal with this. He raked his hair out of his eyes and stood up. "Can you stand?"
"Of course" Draco proceeded to stand up, and then collapse onto Harry in a fit of giggles.
"Um. I guess not." Harry moved Draco off of him and guided him to the couch where he "helped" (read: pushed) him to lie down. Harry looked down at Draco and smirked in a very un-Harry like manner. When he turned to leave, Draco spoke.
"Wait."
"Bloody hell, what now?" Harry groaned, without turning around.
"Harry Potter." He paused for what he considered necessary dramatic effect; "you look hot when you sleep."
"Pardon?" Harry slowly turned around.
"Hot. Attractive."
"What the hell?" Harry exclaimed, frustrated for a reason he didn't understand. Draco looked up at him, his usually cold eyes were almost innocent and his face wasn't a stone wall.
He almost looked human. But then something that can only be described as panic flashed through his eyes, and the next moment he threw up all over himself the couch and the floor.
Chapter Two:
Harry sat by himself at a table in the library, there were countless books spread out in front of him and he had his head in his hands as he poured over the thick text that was open.
"Linklings
By: Professor A. T. Wingfunk
A linkling is a person, generally male, with a rare genetic condition that causes their blood to possess bonding powers. The bonding powers are however temporary,"
'Fucking Dumbledore," Harry thought. 'He said they were permanent.' Harry grinned at his good fortune and continued reading with a smile on his face.
"Unless the two bonded people are soul mates, in which case the bond is permanent. A young linkling will know from birth whom their soul mate is and will seek them. However, should the mate refuse them, the drive to find their soul mate that they once possessed will change into a hatred until the linkling has come of age (generally 17). After finding their soul mate again, the hatred fades and the linkling becomes infatuated. Once the linkling bonds by combining their blood with their mate's blood, they are connected permanently. For the rest of their lives they will need contact every two days, or 48 hours, or else both members of the bond will perish from what can only be described as a broken heart, whether they love their bonded partner or not. Contact can be achieved in any of the following ways, platonic physical touch lasting for at least ten minutes, sexual touch, or verbal conversation of depth and meaning."
Harry's smile faltered and he groaned. This was permanent. He was almost certain. But he supposed he had to ask Malfoy, to be sure. Malfoy would know if they were soul mates or not.
Harry slowly walked up to the tower and into the common room. Malfoy was sitting up on the couch with his head in his hands. As the portrait swung shut behind Harry, Draco groaned and sent a glare in Harry's direction. Harry almost laughed at the hung over boy in front of him. Almost. Draco flopped backwards on the couch and leaned into the soft cushions.
"Are you just going to stare? Or were you actually going to say something?" he drawled, despite his current conditions.
"We need to talk." Harry said quietly.
"Sounds like you're breaking up with me, Potter." Malfoy smirked at his own joke, even though he knew it wasn't very funny.
(A/N: I have a giant Maine Coon kitten asleep on my chest!)
Harry walked over the armchair by the couch and sat down. "Are we soul mates?" he asked bluntly.
"I see you were doing your homework" Draco said with a halfhearted sneer. Honestly, he didn't hate Potter anymore, he hadn't since he had turned 17 back in June, and he was finding it hard to keep up the charade that he hated Harry Potter. Maybe the Golden Trio, but not their leader, not the Boy-Who-Lived. In fact, Draco Malfoy was developing a sort of infatuation with his raven-haired (A/N I'm sorry, that 'raven haired' line is so cliché) roommate.
"I did. So now I need you to answer my questions."
"Okay. Fine. Yes. If you must know, we are soul mates. I've known that since the day I was told I was a linkling. My father doesn't know that my soul mate is you, but my mother does. That's why I wanted to be friends in the first year. And I'm assuming that you know that I hated you because you refused me."
Harry closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the chair, letting out a big breathe of air. "And I guess that means you don't hate me anymore."
"No. I don't. I stopped hating you in June when in came of age."
"Bloody hell. You don't "like" me right?"
"Honestly Potter, I don't know. Okay?" With that Draco stood and as quickly as he could he stormed up the stairs and into the bathroom. Harry exhaled loudly when he heard the bathroom door slam shut and the shower turn on.
Harry longed to have his two best friends back, he desperately needed someone to talk to about all of this. Desperately. He closed his eyes once more and searched his mind for someone he could talk to. Ginny. He could talk to Ginny.
Harry stood and walked out of the common room. He entered the his old common room and looked around. The fire burned warmly against the wall and he saw the familiar red hair of Ginny Weasley poking out over the back of a couch. She was sitting with Ron, Hermione and Dean Thomas, her boyfriend. Harry took a deep breathe and screwed up his courage. He walked over the where his old friends were sitting and sat down next to Ginny. The conversation came to an awkward halt and four pairs of eyes came to rest on him.
"Erm- uh. Ginny! Ginny can I talk to you?" he finally managed. The glares he was getting from Ron and Hermione were painful.
"Yeah. Yeah sure." She replied, clearly confused, but curious all the same.
The two stood and as they walked off he heard Ron say to Hermione, "if he hurts her like her hurt you, I'll bloody kill him." Harry winced at the implication that HE had broken Hermione's heart. But clearly that is the story she had told Ron and he didn't have the energy or compassion to set it right.
"Ah, do you want to go for a walk?" Ginny asked softly. Harry had always been able to talk to Ginny, even though she was his best friends little sister.
"Yeah sure." The two wandered out onto the snow-covered grounds. They followed one of the paths down to the lake and began the leisurely walk around the frozen lake.
"You wanted to talk?" Ginny prompted gently.
"Yeah. Everything is so confused lately."
"I heard you dumped Hermione. She had a huge sobbing fit about it at breakfast yesterday. All this talk about how you broke her heart and everything. Personally it sounded really staged." Ginny paused and looked at him with sympathy before continuing. "I really didn't think you would have hurt her like that. I never would have thought you were hitting her." she finished quietly.
"HITTING HER?? Like abusing her??" Harry fumed.
"That's what she told us at breakfast yesterday. Ron had a fit, he cursed your name and promised to kill you and protect her forever."
"I can't fucking believe it," Harry mused. "I never hit her, I wouldn't ever hurt her! She told you that? She fucking told you and Ron and everyone that I HIT her??" Harry felt the anger build inside him. That's why his entire house had been glaring at him like he was the bloody plague. Hermione had told them all that he had broken her heart and abused her. "She dumped me. She told me she needed time." Harry's voice broke and Ginny grabbed his hand comfortably for support. They continued hand in hand silently for a moment before he spoke again.
"And I kissed her, I wanted to bring back what we felt, I wanted her to remember the love, to feel the passion, but she didn't. She didn't kiss back, she didn't respond she just felt cold and dead. And she told me it wasn't me, it was her. But god, Gin, it was me. I know it was." He paused and looked down at her. She just smiled reassuringly at him.
"Oh good Harry, I hated believing that you would hurt her. I just couldn't." Now that she knew the truth, Ginny looked just as mad at Hermione as Harry was. How could that bitch tell those awful lies?
"And yesterday, while everyone was eating, I couldn't stand it. I couldn't watch her and Ron and everyone. So I went outside. But Malfoy followed me, and he taunted me, and provoked me, until I lost it. I beat the shit out of him. I didn't use curses or magic, just what I learned from Dudley. I've never hit anyone like that before. But Ginny, I pounded his face over and over again until my knuckles were split open. And he didn't do anything to stop me." He paused and looked at her but she didn't meet his eyes. "And then Snape came. And he took a bunch of point from me and gave me detention, which I got out of."
"And..." Ginny prompted.
"and then I went back to the common room. And I got an owl from Dumbledore saying he wanted to meet with him. So I went to his office and Draco was in there. And they told me Draco was a linkling, and-"
"A linkling?!" Ginny stopped walking and threw her arms around Harry's neck. "Oh god Harry, does that mean your.. you know, bonded?" Ginny, having grown up in the magical world, knew what a linkling was.
"Yeah," Harry moaned. "That's exactly what it means."
"well, I'm sure they told you it's temporary and all." Ginny said quickly. "I mean, it's not like you two are soul mates or anything. That's ridiculous."
Harry was silent.
"You." Ginny stuttered a little. "You are soul mates?" she asked, only it wasn't really a question. She already knew.
Harry just nodded pitifully. Ginny looked up at his sympathetically, she reached up and brushed a tear off of his cheek. He just looked ashamed that she was witnessing his weakness. They had stopped walking and Ginny turned him to face her. She wiped several more crystalline tears away and wrapped her arms around his waste and pulled him towards her. He buried his face in her auburn hair and cried. Ginny just held the older boy, understanding that he just needed someone to care. After several minutes he pulled back slightly and attempted a smile.
"I'm sorry Ginny." He rubbed his eye furiously, clearly embarrassed that he was crying. She smiled at him.
"it's okay. I love you." She said softly. "Like a brother" she quickly added with a laugh. He smiled down at her and they started walking back to the castle talking of things that didn't matter so much.
They parted at the main door to the castle and each went their own ways. Ginny back to the common room to tell Hermione off and Harry to his common room to shower.
Ginny stormed up the staircases that led to the Gryffindor common room. She reached the portrait and muttered the password. She blazed in and over to where the rest of her friends were sitting. They were, as she expected, happily laughing about something and playing Exploding Snap. Ginny walked straight over to Hermione and slapped her hard across the face. Hermione reeled backwards, her hand clutched to her cheek.
"What are you doing you stupid bitch?" she shrieked.
"Ginny!" Ron yelled. He grabbed her arm at the wrist as Ginny tried to slap Hermione again. "Ginny, get a hold of yourself! After everything Harry's done to her, how can you hit her?" he demanded, going red in the face.
"After everything Harry's done." Ginny repeated civilly. "EVERYTHING HARRY'S DONE!" she screamed at Hermione. "You fucking lying whore, you are worse than every Slytherin slut combined. How could you lie to us about why YOU dumped Harry? HOW COULD YOU tell those awful lies about your best friend? HOW COULD YOU LET US THINK THAT HE WAS HITTING YOU?" Ginny raged at Hermione who was huddled in the armchair she sat in, trying to get as far away from Ginny's angry words as she could. By this time the entire common room had turned to watch the Drama.
"I don't know what she's talking about." Hermione said icily. "She's clearly delusional. Perhaps you should go see Madame Pomfrey." She suggested cruelly.
Ron just wrapped his arm around Hermione's shoulders and kissed the red handprint on her face. "'Mione baby, what's going on?"
"Harry must of convinced her I made up that be beat me. And she believed his lies." Hermione let out a pathetic whimper and Ron pulled her into his lap.
"Don't worry Baby, he won't come near you anymore." Ron shot a glare at Ginny and snarled, "Virginia, don't you dare upset her anymore with those bloody pathetic lies that Harry told you. She doesn't deserve it. Get out of my sight."
Ginny glanced uncertainly at Dean, who just looked confused. Then she turned on her heal and left. Dean looked at Ron and Hermione, who were already engrossed in making out by the fire and shook his head. Hermione was lying. Even if the rest of the common room was looking at the couple with pity, he supposed she was lying. He stood up and left in the same direction his fiery-headed girlfriend had.
"Hey! Gin!" he called, jogging to catch up to her as she stormed down the hallway on a warpath. "Wow." He said as he caught up with her, grabbing her arm and turning her around. She turned and he pulled her to him, wrapping his arms around her shoulders and burying his face in her hair by her ear. "You're hot when you're mad, you know that?" he whispered suggestively in her ear. "Got me all hot and bothered."
She pulled back and grinned at him. She stood up on her toes and wrapped her arms around his neck. Lifting her lips to his, she captured him in a passionate kiss, biting lightly on his lower lip and then his neck and ear. She kissed his collarbone and giggled as he whimpered under her touch. She knew that was his weak point.
"Mmm god Ginny. You're amazing" he purred into her hair as she pressed her slim hips up against him.
Dean pulled her around the corner and into an empty bathroom. Everyone was in their common room or class anyways.
"I want you right now," he moaned as he pushed her up against the wall.
A/N
This is not an NC-17 story, however, it may turn into one. Right now I do not feel like writing a sex scene because they are hard to do without turning it into an erotic story or porn or pure smut. There is an art to it, and so I will tackle that later. So for now, this is where I will leave off.
Au revoir!
-Kate
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PREVIOSLY....
He studied Draco for a moment and then it dawned on him. "How much have you had to drink?"
"A teensy little bit" he replied, motioning with two fingers, to show the "small" amount he had had.
"Right. Okay." Harry sighed. It was late, or rather, early, and he didn't want to deal with this. He raked his hair out of his eyes and stood up. "Can you stand?"
"Of course" Draco proceeded to stand up, and then collapse onto Harry in a fit of giggles.
"Um. I guess not." Harry moved Draco off of him and guided him to the couch where he "helped" (read: pushed) him to lie down. Harry looked down at Draco and smirked in a very un-Harry like manner. When he turned to leave, Draco spoke.
"Wait."
"Bloody hell, what now?" Harry groaned, without turning around.
"Harry Potter." He paused for what he considered necessary dramatic effect; "you look hot when you sleep."
"Pardon?" Harry slowly turned around.
"Hot. Attractive."
"What the hell?" Harry exclaimed, frustrated for a reason he didn't understand. Draco looked up at him, his usually cold eyes were almost innocent and his face wasn't a stone wall.
He almost looked human. But then something that can only be described as panic flashed through his eyes, and the next moment he threw up all over himself the couch and the floor.
Chapter Two:
Harry sat by himself at a table in the library, there were countless books spread out in front of him and he had his head in his hands as he poured over the thick text that was open.
"Linklings
By: Professor A. T. Wingfunk
A linkling is a person, generally male, with a rare genetic condition that causes their blood to possess bonding powers. The bonding powers are however temporary,"
'Fucking Dumbledore," Harry thought. 'He said they were permanent.' Harry grinned at his good fortune and continued reading with a smile on his face.
"Unless the two bonded people are soul mates, in which case the bond is permanent. A young linkling will know from birth whom their soul mate is and will seek them. However, should the mate refuse them, the drive to find their soul mate that they once possessed will change into a hatred until the linkling has come of age (generally 17). After finding their soul mate again, the hatred fades and the linkling becomes infatuated. Once the linkling bonds by combining their blood with their mate's blood, they are connected permanently. For the rest of their lives they will need contact every two days, or 48 hours, or else both members of the bond will perish from what can only be described as a broken heart, whether they love their bonded partner or not. Contact can be achieved in any of the following ways, platonic physical touch lasting for at least ten minutes, sexual touch, or verbal conversation of depth and meaning."
Harry's smile faltered and he groaned. This was permanent. He was almost certain. But he supposed he had to ask Malfoy, to be sure. Malfoy would know if they were soul mates or not.
Harry slowly walked up to the tower and into the common room. Malfoy was sitting up on the couch with his head in his hands. As the portrait swung shut behind Harry, Draco groaned and sent a glare in Harry's direction. Harry almost laughed at the hung over boy in front of him. Almost. Draco flopped backwards on the couch and leaned into the soft cushions.
"Are you just going to stare? Or were you actually going to say something?" he drawled, despite his current conditions.
"We need to talk." Harry said quietly.
"Sounds like you're breaking up with me, Potter." Malfoy smirked at his own joke, even though he knew it wasn't very funny.
(A/N: I have a giant Maine Coon kitten asleep on my chest!)
Harry walked over the armchair by the couch and sat down. "Are we soul mates?" he asked bluntly.
"I see you were doing your homework" Draco said with a halfhearted sneer. Honestly, he didn't hate Potter anymore, he hadn't since he had turned 17 back in June, and he was finding it hard to keep up the charade that he hated Harry Potter. Maybe the Golden Trio, but not their leader, not the Boy-Who-Lived. In fact, Draco Malfoy was developing a sort of infatuation with his raven-haired (A/N I'm sorry, that 'raven haired' line is so cliché) roommate.
"I did. So now I need you to answer my questions."
"Okay. Fine. Yes. If you must know, we are soul mates. I've known that since the day I was told I was a linkling. My father doesn't know that my soul mate is you, but my mother does. That's why I wanted to be friends in the first year. And I'm assuming that you know that I hated you because you refused me."
Harry closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the chair, letting out a big breathe of air. "And I guess that means you don't hate me anymore."
"No. I don't. I stopped hating you in June when in came of age."
"Bloody hell. You don't "like" me right?"
"Honestly Potter, I don't know. Okay?" With that Draco stood and as quickly as he could he stormed up the stairs and into the bathroom. Harry exhaled loudly when he heard the bathroom door slam shut and the shower turn on.
Harry longed to have his two best friends back, he desperately needed someone to talk to about all of this. Desperately. He closed his eyes once more and searched his mind for someone he could talk to. Ginny. He could talk to Ginny.
Harry stood and walked out of the common room. He entered the his old common room and looked around. The fire burned warmly against the wall and he saw the familiar red hair of Ginny Weasley poking out over the back of a couch. She was sitting with Ron, Hermione and Dean Thomas, her boyfriend. Harry took a deep breathe and screwed up his courage. He walked over the where his old friends were sitting and sat down next to Ginny. The conversation came to an awkward halt and four pairs of eyes came to rest on him.
"Erm- uh. Ginny! Ginny can I talk to you?" he finally managed. The glares he was getting from Ron and Hermione were painful.
"Yeah. Yeah sure." She replied, clearly confused, but curious all the same.
The two stood and as they walked off he heard Ron say to Hermione, "if he hurts her like her hurt you, I'll bloody kill him." Harry winced at the implication that HE had broken Hermione's heart. But clearly that is the story she had told Ron and he didn't have the energy or compassion to set it right.
"Ah, do you want to go for a walk?" Ginny asked softly. Harry had always been able to talk to Ginny, even though she was his best friends little sister.
"Yeah sure." The two wandered out onto the snow-covered grounds. They followed one of the paths down to the lake and began the leisurely walk around the frozen lake.
"You wanted to talk?" Ginny prompted gently.
"Yeah. Everything is so confused lately."
"I heard you dumped Hermione. She had a huge sobbing fit about it at breakfast yesterday. All this talk about how you broke her heart and everything. Personally it sounded really staged." Ginny paused and looked at him with sympathy before continuing. "I really didn't think you would have hurt her like that. I never would have thought you were hitting her." she finished quietly.
"HITTING HER?? Like abusing her??" Harry fumed.
"That's what she told us at breakfast yesterday. Ron had a fit, he cursed your name and promised to kill you and protect her forever."
"I can't fucking believe it," Harry mused. "I never hit her, I wouldn't ever hurt her! She told you that? She fucking told you and Ron and everyone that I HIT her??" Harry felt the anger build inside him. That's why his entire house had been glaring at him like he was the bloody plague. Hermione had told them all that he had broken her heart and abused her. "She dumped me. She told me she needed time." Harry's voice broke and Ginny grabbed his hand comfortably for support. They continued hand in hand silently for a moment before he spoke again.
"And I kissed her, I wanted to bring back what we felt, I wanted her to remember the love, to feel the passion, but she didn't. She didn't kiss back, she didn't respond she just felt cold and dead. And she told me it wasn't me, it was her. But god, Gin, it was me. I know it was." He paused and looked down at her. She just smiled reassuringly at him.
"Oh good Harry, I hated believing that you would hurt her. I just couldn't." Now that she knew the truth, Ginny looked just as mad at Hermione as Harry was. How could that bitch tell those awful lies?
"And yesterday, while everyone was eating, I couldn't stand it. I couldn't watch her and Ron and everyone. So I went outside. But Malfoy followed me, and he taunted me, and provoked me, until I lost it. I beat the shit out of him. I didn't use curses or magic, just what I learned from Dudley. I've never hit anyone like that before. But Ginny, I pounded his face over and over again until my knuckles were split open. And he didn't do anything to stop me." He paused and looked at her but she didn't meet his eyes. "And then Snape came. And he took a bunch of point from me and gave me detention, which I got out of."
"And..." Ginny prompted.
"and then I went back to the common room. And I got an owl from Dumbledore saying he wanted to meet with him. So I went to his office and Draco was in there. And they told me Draco was a linkling, and-"
"A linkling?!" Ginny stopped walking and threw her arms around Harry's neck. "Oh god Harry, does that mean your.. you know, bonded?" Ginny, having grown up in the magical world, knew what a linkling was.
"Yeah," Harry moaned. "That's exactly what it means."
"well, I'm sure they told you it's temporary and all." Ginny said quickly. "I mean, it's not like you two are soul mates or anything. That's ridiculous."
Harry was silent.
"You." Ginny stuttered a little. "You are soul mates?" she asked, only it wasn't really a question. She already knew.
Harry just nodded pitifully. Ginny looked up at his sympathetically, she reached up and brushed a tear off of his cheek. He just looked ashamed that she was witnessing his weakness. They had stopped walking and Ginny turned him to face her. She wiped several more crystalline tears away and wrapped her arms around his waste and pulled him towards her. He buried his face in her auburn hair and cried. Ginny just held the older boy, understanding that he just needed someone to care. After several minutes he pulled back slightly and attempted a smile.
"I'm sorry Ginny." He rubbed his eye furiously, clearly embarrassed that he was crying. She smiled at him.
"it's okay. I love you." She said softly. "Like a brother" she quickly added with a laugh. He smiled down at her and they started walking back to the castle talking of things that didn't matter so much.
They parted at the main door to the castle and each went their own ways. Ginny back to the common room to tell Hermione off and Harry to his common room to shower.
Ginny stormed up the staircases that led to the Gryffindor common room. She reached the portrait and muttered the password. She blazed in and over to where the rest of her friends were sitting. They were, as she expected, happily laughing about something and playing Exploding Snap. Ginny walked straight over to Hermione and slapped her hard across the face. Hermione reeled backwards, her hand clutched to her cheek.
"What are you doing you stupid bitch?" she shrieked.
"Ginny!" Ron yelled. He grabbed her arm at the wrist as Ginny tried to slap Hermione again. "Ginny, get a hold of yourself! After everything Harry's done to her, how can you hit her?" he demanded, going red in the face.
"After everything Harry's done." Ginny repeated civilly. "EVERYTHING HARRY'S DONE!" she screamed at Hermione. "You fucking lying whore, you are worse than every Slytherin slut combined. How could you lie to us about why YOU dumped Harry? HOW COULD YOU tell those awful lies about your best friend? HOW COULD YOU LET US THINK THAT HE WAS HITTING YOU?" Ginny raged at Hermione who was huddled in the armchair she sat in, trying to get as far away from Ginny's angry words as she could. By this time the entire common room had turned to watch the Drama.
"I don't know what she's talking about." Hermione said icily. "She's clearly delusional. Perhaps you should go see Madame Pomfrey." She suggested cruelly.
Ron just wrapped his arm around Hermione's shoulders and kissed the red handprint on her face. "'Mione baby, what's going on?"
"Harry must of convinced her I made up that be beat me. And she believed his lies." Hermione let out a pathetic whimper and Ron pulled her into his lap.
"Don't worry Baby, he won't come near you anymore." Ron shot a glare at Ginny and snarled, "Virginia, don't you dare upset her anymore with those bloody pathetic lies that Harry told you. She doesn't deserve it. Get out of my sight."
Ginny glanced uncertainly at Dean, who just looked confused. Then she turned on her heal and left. Dean looked at Ron and Hermione, who were already engrossed in making out by the fire and shook his head. Hermione was lying. Even if the rest of the common room was looking at the couple with pity, he supposed she was lying. He stood up and left in the same direction his fiery-headed girlfriend had.
"Hey! Gin!" he called, jogging to catch up to her as she stormed down the hallway on a warpath. "Wow." He said as he caught up with her, grabbing her arm and turning her around. She turned and he pulled her to him, wrapping his arms around her shoulders and burying his face in her hair by her ear. "You're hot when you're mad, you know that?" he whispered suggestively in her ear. "Got me all hot and bothered."
She pulled back and grinned at him. She stood up on her toes and wrapped her arms around his neck. Lifting her lips to his, she captured him in a passionate kiss, biting lightly on his lower lip and then his neck and ear. She kissed his collarbone and giggled as he whimpered under her touch. She knew that was his weak point.
"Mmm god Ginny. You're amazing" he purred into her hair as she pressed her slim hips up against him.
Dean pulled her around the corner and into an empty bathroom. Everyone was in their common room or class anyways.
"I want you right now," he moaned as he pushed her up against the wall.
A/N
This is not an NC-17 story, however, it may turn into one. Right now I do not feel like writing a sex scene because they are hard to do without turning it into an erotic story or porn or pure smut. There is an art to it, and so I will tackle that later. So for now, this is where I will leave off.
Au revoir!
-Kate
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