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A/N: Ahh I had three reviews SO FAST! It's so exciting! I may upload this early, but I have no decided yet, mainly because I realized that I labelled my chapters wrong. So I don't really have it pre-typed anymore. shakes fist Obviously I can't count. I'm not good at juicy sex scenes, let alone rape scenes, plus would shoot me if they found it. But maybe I'll try, just for you guys.

Chapter Five: Interacting

I wrapped myself up tighter in the sheets. I wanted to stay in the safety of the thick comforter for the rest of my stay at Hogwarts. My entire body ached and I was emotionally ill. Severus, my protector, had raped me. George and I used to joke around about not being able to rape the willing and I probably would have willingly let Severus fuck me, but not like he had. I took a deep breath, trying to forget it. I was conscious for the entire thing, but I do remember what happened after we had left. Severus had to take me, but I probably wouldn't have wanted to go with anyone else. He had apologized numerous times, but I had been drifting in and out of consciousness for most of the afternoon. He had bathed me and had healed most of my wounds that he had caused. It seemed fair enough, but I still couldn't forget him nor forgive him. I quickly wondered if the sleeping woman was in a coma because of him, or if she actually knew what kind of monster he was. I looked at the clock; he would be in a class now. I had seen his shadow walk by the door various times, stand there once and a while, but it had been hours since I had seen his bare feet. I got up and listened to my bones crack. He would have heard that. There was no response from the other room. I opened my door. Lucius was stretched out on the couch with his eyes closed. An image of Lucius kissing Severus' forehead flashed through my mind. I tried to shut my door again, but the supposed sleeping gentleman spoke. "Don't worry about waking me up darling," he said. "I'm awake."

"I'd just rather be alone," I said.

"Did little Sevy steal your innocence?" his eyes stayed closed, which had sent cool chills running up my spine.

The name Sevy didn't suit Severus. He was a monster. "No," I replied, noticing a wide variety of desserts placed around the room. "Why are you here?"

"To make sure the ice cream doesn't melt," he said, calmly. "He left it all for you to have, to make up for missing any meal yesterday."

"I'm not hungry," I replied. "Don't you work or something?"

"I own a massive company my dear. I work when I need to," he said, opening his eyes. His cold eyes automatically were on my eyes. "And what is this about not eating? You could have stayed awake for the entire day yesterday; Severus had tried to feed you while you were barely conscious and it wasn't pretty my dear."

"Well," I replied. "It is his fault for wearing me out."

He laughed, making me realize what I had said. "So you did enjoy it?" he smirked at me; it was a hideous smirk.

"No," I glared at him, not laughing. Normally I laughed at my messed up sentence structure, but not now. Lucius bothered me; just looking at him bothered me. "I did not. Did you enjoy watching me?" I said, trying to be mean.

"Actually I did," he makes my stomach turn. "Severus always amuses me."

"That's disgusting. You enjoyed that? Are you married? God, I can even picture you jacking off to that." I closed my eyes tightly, trying to get the image out of my mind. I had horrible images today.

"You probably remember it sweetheart. If you must know, I am married; not happily, but I am," he replied.

Remember it? "Not happily? I can see why. I couldn't live with a person like you," I said.

"Severus is worse than me my dear," he said. "He actually enjoys fucking nuts like you. Probably because his love is sleeping, fucking her would be no fun. I just get tired with my wife sometimes and sometimes she gets tired of me. Our son, however, is rather lovely. He's quite committed to people he has crushes on."

"You are a terrible person. I hope you spontaneously combust or something," I said, glaring at him. "Would you leave now? I can eat the ice cream before it melts."

He chuckled. "You really think I waited for that?" he asked. "My son has a Quidditch game and I don't want to miss it. He's up against the Potter boy."

I quickly dug into the shallowness of my mind. Quidditch is a sport. "Ah, do I get to see it? That's with broomsticks and stuff right?"

"Oh so as soon as you need something, I'm your best friend?" he asked, with a grin, nudging me. "Well you are going to have to pay me back for it."

"Ew," I said. "No. I'll ask Severus I think."

"I'm glad you thought of me," Severus appeared from seemingly nowhere. "I will take you, if you are actually interested in going with me."

I couldn't look at him, just the sight of him made my skin crawl. "I d-don't know," I replied, stuttering slightly.

"Don't listen to Lucius either, as much as I enjoyed fucking you, I did not enjoy the fact that you were in pain," he said.

"I think that came out wrong," I said.

"No," he said. "I want to be honest."

"Oh thank you for being honest," I put a heavy amount of sarcasm in my voice. "Please, rape me again. I liked it."

"Kali, I didn't have a choice. If I didn't someone else would have," he said.

"And that makes it okay?" my voice cracked.

"No, it doesn't," he said.

"Well as riveting as this conversation may be, I have a son to watch. I believe you have a house to watch as well. Slytherin vs. Gyriffindor, I don't think you should miss that one Severus," Lucius said and left the room.

Severus sighed, standing in the middle of the room tense as ever. "You are welcome to come with me, but if you don't want to you are welcome to wander around the school. Everyone should be at the game," he said.

"I think I'll wander around the school," I said.

"Okay," he nodded and left quickly.

I put all of the ice cream together and poured it all into one large bowl, so I could carry it around the school while I moped. I tried to avoid the moving staircases and within seconds I was lost already. The pictures whispered and watched me as I walked by. I glared at them. Eventually I found myself outside. The grass was oddly green; well it was a healthy green that I wasn't used to. The large furry man from earlier was gardening at a small shack that was close to the school. I walked up and decided that I would try to make conversation, if not share my ice cream with him. Something drew me to him; I just wasn't sure what. "Hi," I said, stepping over his plants.

He jumped slightly and almost squished the vegetables beneath him. "Oh Miss. Kali, it's just you," he said, his tiny eyes looking at me. "Aren't you going to watch the game with Professor Snape?"

I rubbed my arm awkwardly. "I don't think so. I didn't feel like it."

"Ah," he smiled kindly. "I understand. He's not really the friendliest guy anyway; it wouldn't be any fun."

He winked and I bashfully looked down. "Why aren't you at the game?" I asked and watched him stand up and stretch his large body.

"Actually," he said. "I was just going to. Hermione and Ron were saving me a seat. I'm sure you could fit in too. I'm not as large as they think I am. Do you want to see it with me?"

"Sure," I said, thinking quickly. I wasn't sure if I was more excited about actually seeing people flying on broomsticks or seeing Severus' face when I'd be there with someone else. "I would love to, if you don't mind."

"Of course not," he put his arm around me to lead me to wherever the match would be. "Dumbledore said I should be nice to yer and make you feel welcome, not that I wasn't going to do that before."

I smiled shyly; it was easy to tell that he was nervous. "I'm not going to change and attack you. I promise," I said.

"Er, it's not that," he said, his tiny beads that were supposed eyes watched me carefully. "I just helped Dumbledore with the body, you didn't see me of course. You really messed him up."

"Well, I wouldn't be able to do it like this," I said.

He started to make his way through a crowd. "I believe you. Your clothes are very non-threatening. Is that what muggles normally wear?" he asked.

I looked down at my attire. "Actually I'm wearing pyjamas. I was too tired to change. I just keep telling myself that this is a vacation," I said, sighing quietly.

"Ah, well that's a great way to get through it. I suppose it's rather shocking for you," he said. "Did you know about magic before?"

"No," I said.

"Was it hard to grasp?" he asked.

I shrugged. "Makes sense I guess. I'm pretty easy going, so if there's a culture hidden under my nose, then there's a culture hidden under my nose," I said.

The man smiled at me. I wasn't sure if I knew his name or not, but I was too shy to ask, luckily the question was answered fast anyway. "Hi Hagrid!" I recognized the girl from the coffee shop easily and I suspected that Hagrid was the tall man's name.

The boy with red hair was sitting next to her. They both grew silent when they saw me, like most people were around me. "I brought Miss. Kali with me because she seemed lonely. She's wearing pyjamas because she's on vacation," he smiled proudly and led me to the seat between him and the girl. "This is Hermione," he nodded towards the girl, "And this is Ron," he nodded to the boy next to him.

"Hi," they said in unison, looking at me from different directions.

"Hey," I replied, deciding it would be best to just hide behind Hagrid.

"There's Harry!" Hermione pointed at one of the many people on broomsticks. I had no idea which one she meant, but she was rather excited about it. "I think he sees it!"

Hagrid leaned over so he could whisper what was going on. "Harry is Harry Potter. I'm sure you've read a bit about him and have seen him around the school. Hermione and Ron are best friends with him. He's the seeker and when he finds this little gold ball with wings, the game ends."

"And there are two racing for it, right? I remember that much," I said.

He smiled and nodded, going back to the game. Everyone seemed really excited over the entire game. I was bored, already. I scanned over the ground, not finding anything of interest, except for Lucius and Severus of course. I spent my time watching them, since I could care less about the game. Obviously, I was missing something about the game in particular, since even Severus seemed excited at the outcome of this tiny match. He had never really seemed too enthused with anything that included the students. "You have no clue what's going on, do you?" Hermione asked me.

"Some clue," I replied, slightly offended. "Just not a lot. I'm not really a sports girl to begin with. It's quite dull."

"Even though people are flying around on broomsticks being chased by flying balls?" Hermione asked me.

"It's different," I said. "It's just that if they were playing naked on stilts it still probably wouldn't interest me. I'm not trying to offend."

"Harry naked on stilts?" Hermione giggled in a feminine fashion. "That'd be quite the sight. I don't know if this makes you feel comfortable or not, but I was a muggle for quite some time before I was invited here."

"Really?" I said, probably too excited. "That's wonderful. I feel out of place here, since everyone can do something special and I cannot."

"Well, you can scare the living shit out of Draco Malfoy," she said. "Not too many people can do that."

"Draco is Lucius' son, right?" I asked.

Hermione didn't seem too interested in the game either, but I might have just been imagining things. "Yes," Hermione replied. "You've met Lucius too?"

"Unfortunately," I said, looking across at him. "I'm not particularly fond of him; I did, however, meet him first."

Severus no longer seemed so interested in the game. His black marble eyes were staring across the field at me, as if to ask what I was doing there. I replied with a quick smirk. I've befriended someone. I turned back to Hermione. "I'm not sure who is actually fond of him," she said. "Besides Draco of course. If there's any little problem he'll flee to his daddy."

"I bet he's scared of you," I said, actually bonding with this student. "From what I've seen in Severus' class, you're rather bright. Bright girls usually scare cocky boys."

I suspected that her cheeks turned a light pink colour, but she quickly hid her face casually as if it was just a habit. "He may be," she replied. "At least I hope he is," she shook her fist dramatically, but it was easy to tell that she was just joking around. She smiled at me, since I had laughed at her fist shaking. "My god, I remember you," her bright eyes watched me carefully. "You're that girl in the donut shop."

I nodded, slowly. "Yeah," I said.

"What happened?" she asked.

I glanced at Severus quickly, but somehow I knew he wasn't going to save me. He was back into the sweeping game. I began to tell her the story, quietly, so that everyone wouldn't hear. I ended up spilling everything, except for the pale woman Severus spoke to. At least the game seemed to go by quicker when I wasn't paying attention. Maybe it'll be over soon. "And that's what happened."

Hermione blinked. "At least now I know why you're not really speaking to Severus and why you are eating a rather large bowl of ice cream," she replied.

I had forgotten about the ice cream, but it was almost finished anyway. "Did you want some?" I asked. "I just figured you weren't interested in something that I had slobbered all over."

"No," she smiled. "It's okay."

"Harry's got it!" her redheaded friend shouted, jumping from his seat. I almost wet myself. "Harry did it again!"

He continued jumping into a somewhat embarrassing victory dance. Scarred forever. Hagrid laughed in a jolly way, reminded me quickly of a mall Santa I had seen once. Hermione quickly joined in with Ron's dance and I lowered my head, ducking away quickly. These three were, I suspected, rather happy. I was kind of surprised to see them hanging around with a teacher, but they did seem to be sort of misfits. Then again, I was a misfit here and probably in what I thought was reality. They stood up quickly and piled out. Hermione, being the quick thinker she was, grabbed my arm and started to pull me. "You wouldn't want to go back to his room, do you? You have to meet Harry," she replied, with a sweet smile.

I was slightly surprised about how friendly she was to me, but then again I had poured my heart out to her – a complete stranger. At least she was trying to make me feel welcome, and maybe she did actually like me. "Of course I'll meet Harry," I said, quickly noticing the crowd on the field. "But I think I'll change first. You're Gryffindor, right? I know where your rooms are," I lied, figuring that I'd eventually get there.

"Do you know the password?" she asked. "I'll come with you. I'm not one for big crowds anyway."

I'm not one for people following me around... Stop it. She's just trying to be nice, maybe a little too hard, but still. "Neither am I," I stated. "If you really want to come, you're welcome too."

I slid quickly out of the crowd with Hermione quick at my heels, literally. I was thankful that I had shoes on. "You know," she said when she found a place beside me. "I've never been in Snape's chamber. I don't think anyone has; besides Snape himself."

"Probably for the best," I said, still not used the paintings watching me walk down the hallway. "He's not really the friendliest person anyway and random people come out of the fireplace."

"Lucius?"

"Normally," I replied, trying to open the door.

It was locked. I quickly cursed myself for not asking about keys or something. "Is it locked?" Hermione asked.

"It is," I sighed, put down my bowl and proceeded to knock on the door.

From the corner of my eye I noticed Hermione watch me pound on the door. "Do you really want him to come to the door if he is in there?" she asked me.

"Well, I wouldn't mind some clothes," I replied.

Why didn't I get dressed? Hermione murmured something that I would probably never understand and I heard the door unlock. "You think Snape would charm his own door?" she asked and opened the door.

"Let's pretend I actually know what you're talking about," I walked in and noted that nothing had changed since I had left. "He's not here anyway."
"You have a Snape sense?"

Snape. Snape. Snape. Snape. My goodness, his name is Severus. "Sometimes," I chuckled softly. "He would have cleaned up a bit though. Sometimes I mess up things just to see if he'll fix it. That's rare though; I haven't been here long anyway."

"Do you mind if I snoop around?" she asked.

"I don't care," I answered and dug through my suitcase to get some clothes. "Just don't go into the bathroom, that's where I'll be."

"Sure thing," she smiled and began to look at his bookshelves.

I walked into the bathroom and shut the door behind myself. I could see why people could get annoyed with her, but I didn't mind really. I changed quickly, but felt eyes constantly on my back. I was uncomfortable. "Kali," a voice said quietly from behind me.

I turned around to see Severus standing there. "W-what?" I asked, realizing that I had just changed in front of him. Why didn't I see him?

"Are you going to go with Hermione then?" he asked, leaning against the sink, like it was normal to talk in a bathroom.

"You just watched me change."

"You changed in front of me. It's your own fault for not paying attention. Please answer my question," he replied.

"Yeah, I'm going with her," I snarled.

I tried to leave, but he stopped me. "I'm really sorry," he said. "I just want you to know that."

"Sorry for watching me change or raping me? Because I'm not going to forgive you for either, Snape," I glared and shoved him out of the way.

I didn't turn around. I didn't look at him. I couldn't look at him. "Ready to go?" Hermione asked.

"Yeah," I smiled as well as I could. "I'm ready."

She laughed. "It's nothing to worry about. None of them are intimidating at all."

"I'm just not a 'meet knew people' kind of person. I'm glad you talked to me first," I said.

"You did approach Hagrid," she replied.

"But he's rather furry," I said.

Hermione whispered a word to one of the pictures on the wall. I quickly recognized the location to be the Gryffindor 'headquarters'. I followed Hermione in, but felt myself blush as soon as I looked up. Everyone was silent. Everyone looked at me. "This is Kali everyone," Hermione said. "I just wanted to introduce her to Harry."

"Are you on you-know-who's side? She'll eat him," some random person said.

"I'm on a diet," I muttered, so only Hermione would hear.

"She's not going to eat him!" Hermione glared in the direction of the person.

"She's quite nice!" the redhead from before piped up.

He's probably standing up for Hermione more than me. "And I would like to meet her," the last boy from the donut shop said.

I quickly suspected that he was, in fact, the Great Harry Potter. Bright green eyes behind rather goofy looking glasses watched me. I wouldn't have called him intimidating at first glance, but most people seemed to like him. He did 'kill' the arch villain of witchcraft who Severus still worked for. For a split second, I wanted to leave, but he stepped closer despite my deer-in-headlights look. I think a lot of other people had the same look as well. "Hi," he said and held out his hand. "My name is Harry Potter."

"Hi," I said. I wasn't sure what to say. "I'm not going to eat you."

He smiled shyly, but didn't laugh. "I didn't think so. If you're living with Snape, I'm sure he'd be the first to get eaten."

Several people, well most people, were laughing. I didn't. Fuck, I was so rude to Severus. I smiled half-heartedly at Harry though. He was trying. "Well it was nice meeting you! I'll see you around," I left.

I started to run down one of the staircases that was moving. It was disorienting, but I continued anyway. No one was following me, not that they had any reason too. I became stuck on a flight of stairs; it was between landings at the moment. I sat down, close to the middle of the staircase, hugged my legs and lowered my head. I didn't want to be at the school. I wasn't here to make friends; I wasn't even here by choice. I want to go home; wherever that is. Tears began to stream down my face as I realized how alone I really was. It's not like I had changed before. I don't see how I can be a danger now. I wasn't sure how long I sat there, but I probably missed my stop several times. "Fuck," I said only to myself.

I raised my head and used a sleeve to wipe away my tears. "Are you okay?"

My head turned slightly to see who was talking me. I didn't really know anyone well enough to recognize their voice immediately, especially if I didn't actually know them. Lucius' son was looking down at me. His blonde hair leaned towards me in an inviting fashion. "Yeah," I said. "I'm fine."

"Homesick?" he asked.

"Yeah," I replied.

He sat down beside me and handing me what I suspected to be a handkerchief. "I haven't used it or anything. I save it for pretty girls that have breakdowns on random staircases," he smiled.

I took it from him, with a weak smile. "You do know who I am, right?" I asked, but kind of scared of his reaction if he didn't know who I was.

"Oh I do," he said. "My hand is back by the way. I missed it for a while."

"I'm really sorry," I said, playing with the handkerchief between my fingers, since I wasn't actually using it.

"I figured that one out," he said. "I'm a complete asshole, but I notice things. I was there when Severus raped you."

That's it... Something broke inside of me and tears gushed out from my eyes. I handed back the handkerchief. "I'm just going to go. I can get off now. Thanks," I said.

I started to walk down the stairs and I noticed that it started to fall back from a ledge. I was about to jump for it when Draco grabbed my shoulder harshly. He pulled me back beside him. "I wasn't finished," he said with an arrogant guffaw. His face was too close to mine. "You did not deserve what you got. Please don't think you do. I probably deserved my hand being bit off, you kind of opened my eyes."

"You think that I think I deserved it," I laughed openly in his face. "Your father just picked me up off the street. It was his fucking fault that I attacked people. I did nothing," I snarled and started to walk away from him, realizing that I was quite trapped.

I quickly realized that I wasn't very intimidating when I was crying. He grabbed my wrist again. "It's just," he kept talking, as if I hadn't said anything. "You seem really nice and-"

The stairwell aligned with the hallway and a walked off, away from him. "Listen," I turned around so I could talk to him as I walked away. "I really do appreciate the fact that you're talking to me and all, but this whole thing is beyond me. I'm just waiting until they give me the okay to leave and I'll bury it deep in my mind so that I'll never remember it."

"So you're just going to pretend none of us exist?" he asked, and began to follow me down the hallway.

"Hopefully," I said. "But you keep following me."

"Do you really want to forget all of this?" he questioned.

"Sometimes," I replied.

"But I don't even know you," he said. "I wouldn't mind getting to know you."

"I ate your hand," I said.

"I'm still following you," he replied.

I sighed. "Why do you want to get to know me? I'm just a muggle," I quickly remembered the word that I was. "I'm nothing."

"You're different," he said.

"Obviously."

"Do you even know where you're going?" he asked me.

I stopped walking aimlessly down the hallways. "No," I sighed.

"Give in," he smiled.

"Fine," I said and walked a short distance to see him.

"Hi, my name's Draco Malfoy," he held out his hand.

I smiled. "My name's Kali Alan," I replied and shook his hand. "What's something that you'd never tell anyone?"

He returned my smile, but looked down for a moment. "I've been assigned to an arranged marriage and I'm not interested in the girl," he said. "Your turn."

"I've had a huge crush on a gay man for quite some time now," I said. "It sounds like both of our love lives have gone to hell."

"Gone?" Draco laughed. "I don't think it's ever been out of it."

"How did you get into this arranged marriage then?" I asked.

"My father set it up, but my brother agreed. He found what he felt was the perfect girl for me and -"

"Kali, there you are," Severus' hand quickly twined together with mine. "Mr. Malfoy it's past curfew."

I pulled my hand out of Severus'. "Sorry, sir," Draco replied. "I'll head back to my room. It was nice talking to you Kali."

He smiled and walked in the direction of his common room. Severus turned to me. "I thought you said you would be in the Gryffindor common room," he said, sternly.

"I wasn't aware I had a curfew, sir," I replied. "I'm not one of your students."

"I know," he sighed. "I know. I just wanted to be sure that you were safe. Lucius' son is the last person I expected you to be with."

"Same here," I said. "He followed me."

"Are you ready to go back then?" he asked.

"I guess so," I replied, letting a depressed breath escape from my lips.

We were silent as we walked down the hallway back to his chamber. It was awkward, but it was probably better that neither of us spoke. He opened his door and let me in before him. He spoke after I stepped in, "Was your day decent?"

"Decent enough," I replied, pulling out a pair of pyjamas. I then attempted to be polite; "Yours?"

He smiled and followed me into his bedroom. "It doesn't matter, does it?"

"Not even remotely," I said. "May I change in privacy?"

"I have seen you naked before, does it matter now?" he asked.

"Actually, it does," I said, turning my back on him.

"Alright," he said. "I'll leave, but let me know when you're sleeping. That way I'll know when to be quiet."

"Okay," I said.

I heard him leave and shut the door behind him. I changed quickly and left my clothes laying out on the floor. My back quickly reminded me how sore I was when I had stretched out across Severus' bed. I didn't want to tell him I was done, but I did. "I'm done!" I shouted, not very loud.

I turned off the dim light and pushed my head against the soft pillows. I noticed a pale stream of light brighten the room for a moment and then disappear again. A weight pushed down on my mattress. Severus was sitting down, or laying down, on the bed. "Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?" he asked.

Sleep had attacked me moments before and Severus has decided to attack at the same time. "I don't know," I said.

Both of his arms went around me; one stayed around my waist and the other held my hand. "What if I apologized profusely?" I felt him brush his crooked nose against the back of my neck.

"What if you just left me alone?" I said with less frustration than I wanted.

His kissed the back of my neck and then whispered, "I'm sorry."

"I'm trying to sleep," I said, but played with his hand anyway.

"I'm sorry," he continued to kiss my neck and rubbed his thumb against the back of my hand. "I'm sorry," he said again before I could comment.

My eyelids grew heavy and I gave in, leaning back into his grasp. "Don't you feel guilty?" I asked.

He placed his head on my shoulder and I felt him smile against my skin. "About what?" he asked, quietly.

"I mean, that woman, you obviously have feelings for her, except your sleeping in a bed beside me, planting kisses on my neck," I said.

He squeezed my hand for a moment, but didn't run off as I expected and kind of hoped. "I think that you sleep with George, even though you aren't actually in a relationship. By sleep, I mean actually sleep as well. Am I not allowed to like someone, even though I love someone else?" he asked.

"No, actually, you're not. I'm not sure what your culture is like, but usually you stick with one person," I said.

"I don't have feelings for you," he replied.

I turned over so I could face him. "Then what are you doing?"

"Apologizing," he replied.

"So the kisses mean nothing?"

"They mean something I'm sure. They're supposed to add to the apology."

You don't seem like the type of guy to randomly kiss people. "You're just trying to sleep with me again!" I started into his emotionless eyes. "You're just horny 'cause the girl you actually like is stuck in a coma."

He bit his lower lip and looked away from me. "I'm not trying to fuck you again. I'm trying to apologize. Calm down," he said.

"I was trying to sleep," I replied. "I'm pretty sure you are the one who tried to heat things up. Don't tell me to calm down."

He sat up and let go of me. "I'm sorry," he said. "For trying to even apologize. I guess I should have let you hate me."

"Severus," I sat up so I could look at him better. "I think I like Snape better."

I watched his eyes lower and take a deep breath. "Then that's who I'll be," he replied and left my room in piece.

I pushed myself back down against the warm sheets, but all I could feel was cold. I felt tears begin to stream down my face. Why do I feel so horrible? I buried my face into the pillow that wasn't mine. I felt my stomach churn. I cursed myself quietly. How much longer am I going to do this?

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