Chapter Thirty-Two

Men in armor stood around her, casually holding onto the handlebars as they flew above Cato Neimoidia. Ella hung on for dear life, swinging freely like a pendulum.

"Still think it's fun?" Jesse asked jokingly.

She stuck her tongue out at him. "Never gets old."

She could almost hear him rolling his eyes beneath the helmet.

"Captain Rex! Ahsoka and I need a little help!" Anakin's voice called through her friend's comlink.

"Right away sir," he replied, motioning for their pilot to relay the message to the other transports in the group.

"In other words, they crashed again," Fives laughed.

Rogue snickered. "Maybe he's the one that crashed."

"Well, we'll find out any second now," Rex said, his smile audible.

The transport stopped abruptly, causing Ella to be tossed about wildly.

"Axe! You're throwing Ella around!" Tup shouted indignantly, wrapping a protective arm around his friend's waist to keep her from further harm.

"Sorry!" the pilot called. "The landing zone is a lot shorter than I could've imagined. Skywalker's fighter is nowhere in sight, and Commander Tano's is orbiting. She's with the General."

"So in other words, he crashed and she went down to make sure he was alright," Fives concluded.

A few muffled chuckles were heard around the small craft as the doors opened.

Tup let Ella go so she could hug Ahsoka. She was about to tease Anakin when she noticed his sullen expression and how his padawan clung to her slightly.

"Soka? What's wrong?" she asked concernedly.

Ahsoka took a shaky breath, "The Jedi Temple… it was bombed."

Ella gasped. The men stiffened around them.

"How bad is the damage, sir?" Rex asked.

Anakin shook his head, "The hangar was pretty seriously messed up. There are casualties and many injured. We're being called back to investigate and see if we can figure out what caused the bomb and who is behind it."

Rex nodded, "We're behind you sir. Both of you," he said, nodding at Ahsoka, who smiled at him gratefully.

"Thanks Rexter," she said.

He nodded at her, then lay a hand on Ella's shoulder, "I'm guessing you'll be heading to the Temple, then?"

She nodded, "As soon as I can see to our own."

"There's only a few," he informed. "And thank the Maker for small mercies, the threat was subdued."

She nodded, then hugged Ahsoka tighter, "It's going to be okay. The people responsible will be found and brought to justice, and the damage done will be repaired."

"The bomb killed people," she breathed, sounding shocked and horrified. "Who could do something like this?"

"The seps, sir," Fives supplied. "They're pretty good at causing trauma and taking lives."

She nodded mutely. "I just can't believe it."

Ella pressed a kiss to her head and reached out a hand to squeeze Anakin's hand. He looked up in surprise, then smiled gratefully and squeezed back. This was just as much a shock and tragedy to him as it was to Ahsoka.

"Ella's right though, Snips," he said gently. "Someday this damage will be restored. And those people who are gone aren't in pain anymore. The injured will heal. Life will go on."

"But it shouldn't just go on. It shouldn't just keep going like nothing ever happened in the first place," she said.

Ella understood exactly what she meant. Life did have that way of just marching on, forgetful of all the havoc left behind.

"I know," she whispered. "Believe me. I know."

•~§~•

Ahsoka knocked on Ella's apartment door, her arms wrapped around herself protectively. Why did the world seem so cold and confusing right now when she had understood it just fine only a few hours ago?

The door opened and there was her friend, an oversized sweater barely allowing navy-blue sleeper shorts to peek out beneath the hem. Her long curly hair was pulled up into a bun on top of her head… like she did before she went to sleep.

"I'm sorry! I woke you up, didn't I?"

Ella shook her head and yawned sleepily, "No, it's okay. Come in, will you? It's a bit cold out tonight."

"You feel it too?" Ahsoka asked, slightly surprised. Maybe she wasn't just imagining things.

Ella closed the door behind her and walked towards the kitchen, clumsily grabbing things from the cupboards and fridge. "Yeah. Do you want some tea?"

Ahsoka pulled out a barstool and took a seat, leaning her head on crossed arms upon the countertop, hot breath fogging up the cold marble.

"What's up? Did you find anything?" Ella asked, setting her favorite tea before her and a whole dish of brownies between them.

Ahsoka took a bite of one of the brownies, her eyes rolling back at the sweet, rich taste. It was nice and flaky, not too dense but not too light either. It was just sweet enough too.

"You really are good at baking," she murmured, sipping the spiced tea.

"Why, thank you!" Ella beamed. "Now spill."

She stuck another bite in her mouth and sighed, "We found the one responsible. It isn't a jedi. Thank goodness."

"Who is it? Why would they do what they did?"

She shook her head, a pang in her chest as she shut her eyes, "That's what I don't understand. It wasn't a physical bomb. Not like the type we're used to. The bomb was a man named Jackar Bowmani. He'd been fed nano droids… by his wife."

Ella gasped, accidentally inhaling crumbs of the brownie in the process. She spluttered and choked for a moment, hacking to try releasing the contaminants from her windpipe. When she regained composure, she sighed, "That's horrible!"

Ahsoka nodded, thumping her back. "I know. I just… how could she do that to her own husband? I don't get it!"

Ella shook her head, "She obviously didn't love him. If she did, I doubt she ever could've done such a thing."

"She's anti-war. We met her when she was protesting at the front steps of the temple. What I don't understand is why she did it? Why protest violence with violence? Isn't it counterproductive?"

"It is. These protests are only getting worse. So many of the Republic's citizens are just so ungrateful. We're out there on the front lines, defending their rights, rights that most of these shoulders don't and might not ever have, and they're back here complaining and beating up the Guard."

"Not all of them, right?"

"Not all," she conceded. "But the majority is just sick of this state of 'war' they live in. Which is a pretty privileged state. They aren't being drafted. They aren't fighting and dying. No one is starving because of the war here. It's like it's a foreign concept to them."

Ahsoka just groaned, "How could Letta do that though? I mean, it was her husband!"

Her friend lay her hand on her shoulder, "I loved Echo more than anything. I know for a fact I would never have done such a thing to him. I jokingly threatened him if he got on my nerves, but everyone knows that anything so extreme would never happen because he meant everything to me. But," she continued, "that's not how it is with every marriage or relationship. Sadly, there are so many broken marriages. Letta likely had been living a life she hated for one reason or another. Maybe she just wasn't satisfied with him and decided she could just get rid of him that way. Maybe him working at the temple when she was a protester got to be more than aggravating. Politics can tear people apart. The truth is that it doesn't matter. Whatever her reason, she was sick to do it. Doing what she did is never acceptable under any circumstance."

Ahsoka nodded, "As selfish as it seems, I'm glad it wasn't another jedi. I don't know if I could handle that. After Krell… after what he did to the boys… I need to know that people I respect among them aren't like him. That they care about people and would die to defend them. That life is precious to them too."

"Well, you have your master, and Obi-Wan, and Master Plo… They all care. They all love you very much."

Ahsoka nodded, "I know they do. I love them too. They're my family." She reached out, smiling shyly, "You're my family too."

Ella smiled sweetly and hugged her. Ahsoka felt herself relaxing into her without even thinking about it. Ella just made her feel so safe and loved. It was nice having someone like her in your corner.

"You're my family too, Ahsoka. No matter what, that will never change."

•~§~•

Ella couldn't believe her ears. Ahsoka was being hunted, and was under suspicion of bombing the Jedi Temple? How could that be true?

"Jedi traitor…"

"... knew they were scum!"

"... little harlot!"

Her blood boiled as she heard the noise of the populace murmuring hatefully around her. She pushed the venomous words away. She was on a mission.

Ahsoka had been spotted somewhere in this area by the 501st and 104th. She was bound to be nearby… hopefully.

She was a jedi after all.

She avoided asking anyone for information. It seemed silly, and a little counterproductive. But she didn't want to get her friend caught. Especially by the wrong people.

The truth was that the lower levels were no place for someone like Ahsoka, even with her incredible skills. She couldn't count how many times she'd almost been mugged or worse in her college days. One day had come particularly close to being soul-shattering.

Shutting her eyes to ward off any memories of that experience, and reminding herself that nothing had happened thanks to the intervention of one of the Coruscant Guard, she pushed ahead. She'd be stanged if anything happened to Ahsoka.

Not on my watch.

Creeping through back alleys was the last thing she knew she should do, considering the fact that she was a vulnerable(ish) lone female and this area was crawling with all the wrong types of people. But she had to think like someone wanted. Someone searching for answers and solitude.

Step one: avoid the public eye as much as possible.

The chorus of panicked shouts from around a corner drew her attention, and she hurried through a dark corridor to try to catch a glimpse of the source.

Someone's hand wrapped around her waist, pulling her into a damp wall.

"Looky here…" someone purred.

Ella choked one the harsh odor of cheap alcohol dripping from his lips, which were uncomfortably situated by her ear.

He chuckled. "You gonna be good for me, huh? Don't make trouble?" He set a knife against her collarbone. "It'd be a pity to mar that beautiful form."

Ella didn't let herself be frightened by his leering and the way his hands were touching entirely inappropriate areas of her body. Now was not the time to panic. That's how you lose. She still had a chance if she kept her wits about her. She had to find Ahsoka. No lowlife was going to slow her down.

Rocking herself back against him, taking advantage of his lewd mindset, she distracted him long enough to grab her taser.

A sharp cry and a loud electrical zap, and he landed on his face.

She delivered a sharp kick to his groin, then kneed his forehead, ensuring that he remained solidly decked long enough for her to make a swift getaway.

"I'm quite adept at making trouble, etyc chakaar." She raised her com to her lips and quickly dialed for emergency services.

"Corrie Guard, this is Sketch. Is this an emergency?"

"Yes, I was almost assaulted on level 13-12. Alley near the corner of 12th and G. I knocked him out, but he won't be down for long."

She heard typing, then he answered, "Name please?"

"Ella Starrow."

"Heh. No wonder he's out cold. Captain Rex is a friend of yours, isn't he? And you're friends with ARC Trooper Fives?"

She blinked, shocked. "Yes. How did you know?"

"You're pretty famous amongst us, ma'am. Your kindness amongst our brothers is legendary. Thank you so much for all you do."

Ella felt warm tears rise. It felt so good to hear that she'd really made a difference in her own quiet way. She'd do it without any pats on the back gladly, but just hearing how she'd impacted people with her life really touched her heart.

"Thank you, Sketch. I can't tell you how encouraging it is to hear that."

"You're welcome, ma'am. Now, I've sent out some men to bring him in. Can you describe him for me?"

She gave a quick description and heard a gasp.

"We've been trying to bring that scoundrel in for months! Thank you!"

After giving the last info, she hung up and snuck out.

Weaving her way through the backstreets, her ears picked up a familiar voice.

And there she was.

"Ahsoka!" Ella called softly.

The girl turned around sharply, a heartbroken look in her eyes and trembling in the lines of her youthful face. Shaking fists raised in defense as she slim figure behind her withdrew twin sabers, glowing red as a dying sun.

"Ella… please. I don't want to fight you too," Ahsoka begged, her voice breaking.

Ella held out her hands placatingly, walking forward slowly. "I'm not here to bring you in. I'm not here to hunt you down and drag you back," she murmured.

A tear slipped down her friend's cheek. "I want to believe you! I really do, but I can't!"

Ella smiled, shaking her head. "I know. You have every right to be wary. But I swear to you… I swear on every promise we've ever made… I am not against you."

She stopped a foot before her. Ahsoka wavered, eyes pleading for her words and oaths to be true.

"It's me, Ahsoka," she whispered. "I believe in you. I'm not going to hurt you. I'm not going to fight you. I just want to help you."

Ahsoka crumbled then and threw her arms around her shoulders. "I… I was scared that you thought I was guilty too. That I'd… you know I'd never kill those men! Never!"

She nodded and squeezed her tight. "I know you. I know you're innocent no matter what happens."

Ahsoka took a breath and pulled herself together, straightening up. "I need to clear my name. If I get brought in now, we'll never find out who's really responsible for this slaughtering."

"Which," her reluctant companion interjected, "is why we need to move on."

Ella looked at Ventress and did her best to restrain herself. This woman had hurt her brothers. She'd taken Wolffe's eye, scarring him in more ways than one. She'd killed so many.

What was she doing helping Ahsoka?

"I recognize you too, missy," she hissed. "You are the medic that all the clones speak of so highly. The one who risks her life for theirs and sees them with respect." She clipped her lightsabers back on her belt. "I saw you during the Battle of Vici Borealis. You saved many lives that day."

This sudden praise was very unexpected, and shockingly kind. Coming from a former sith, it was gobsmacking.

She just nodded numbly. "Thank you. I see you're exploring a new way of life?"

She nodded. "Yes. I am. I… this isn't what I want to do… it's a matter of necessity. But I'd rather do worse than return to Dooku."

Ella felt a wave of sympathy riddle her. Here was a woman, abandoned and alone. No one loved her. No one told her she was precious. No one accepted her forgiveness or saw her through her hours of need.

As he has loved me, so shall I love you.

If the Maker could look on her, with her brokenness and bitterness, all her mistakes, and still call her his daughter, she could spare some compassionate kindness to this sister who was desperately clawing her way towards anything light and good. She was going through murky waters, but that didn't make her any less a treasure.

Lost treasure. All the more valuable.

"I hope this pain eases soon and the burden falls away as the road gets smoother," she said.

Ventress' shocked icy eyes made her glad that she'd spoken. Gratitude and hope we're in them. After struggling to regain her use of fluent speech for a moment, she smiled, just barely, and tentatively stretched out her hand.

"If you want… you may call me Asajj," she ventured almost shyly, a stark contrast to the prowling minx she'd been not so long ago.

The nurse took her hand and squeezed gently, smiling warmly. "Ella." Then she turned to Ahsoka. "What can I do to help?"

"Barriss contacted me and gave me a location. An abandoned warehouse. We're heading there now."

"Then what?"

The girl sighed tiredly, "Investigate I suppose."

Ella nodded. "Okay."

Ahsoka smiled, "I'm glad you're here, Ella. Thank you."

"My pleasure, Soka," she whispered softly. "Anytime."

•~§~•

Ella inspected the surrounding buildings, searching for something, anything that could be used as a lead. So far there was nothing that stuck out to her.

She was about to turn a corner and rendezvous with Asajj, when something struck her from behind.

The world tilted and rolled, folding in on itself as she collapsed to the dirty concrete.

Blackness encased her vision.

•~§~•

"Wake up. Come on, Ella, wake up!"

What?

Ella blinked languidly, trying to clear her swirling, blurried vision. Cold blue eyes, so clear they were almost white, sharpened and she sat up with a groan.

"Ugh… what happened?"

Asajj rubbed her own head, "I don't know. Someone snuck up behind me. They took my sabers and my mask. See?" A frightened gleam shone in her eye. "I'm wanted enough as it is! I can't show my face here or I'll be taken in for the crimes I committed before I was abandoned! What am I going to do?"

Ella rested her hand on her shoulder. "It's okay. You're going to be fine." Grunting, she rose to her feet, staggering to find her sense of balance. "Come. Let's go."

"Where? I can't go back to my hovel of an apartment! That's where all the bounty hunters in existence lodge! I'm a sitting nuna!"

"Hey!" Ella snapped, garnering her started attention. She smiled serenely. "It's gonna be okay. I have an apartment. You can stay there overnight. Okay?"

She nodded and followed her closely, rubbing the back of her neck.

"Why are you being so nice to me?" she asked.

Ella smiled. "Maybe that's just who I am."

Asajj granted her a tight lipped smile, then scratched the back of her head and nodded. "Your apartment. What level is it on?"

"Just a few up from this. Here. Take my hoodie," Ella stripped off her soft white sweater and held it out to her. "No one will look twice at you now."

The woman took it, her hands trembling as she slipped the fabric over her head. "Thank you."

"My pleasure," Ella replied sweetly. "Now follow me."

Winding through the streets was easy, as she'd been here for some time only a year or two before. With expertise, she led the woman to an abandoned staircase and they made their way all the up to the upper levels, where she'd been blessed enough to find a more than decent place.

"Wow," the ex-sith breathed in amazement. "You sure got lucky."

Ella grinned, "I worked here during my years in college in return for lodging, saving up. The lady who owned the place decided to move to another place and offered it to me for a very agreeable price, though it seemed scandalously low to be any profit to her. But she just said that she owned several places and was trying to sell them off while the market was on her side. She also said she'd grown fond of me, and wanted me to have a nice place to stay. So I got it."

As she said this, she opened her door.

"Come on in," she invited.

Asajj looked around appreciatively. She stood on the doormat, likely unsure of what she should do now.

"You're probably hungry," Ella guessed. "Come have something."

The girl busied herself for a few minutes, trying to put something decent together out of the meager contents in her fridge. She couldn't ever really stock up. Not when she might not be here long. She hated to waste anything.

"Here," she said, sliding a plate of cheese and crackers and fruit before her guest, and setting a steaming mug of tea next to it. "Hopefully that's filling. I'm sorry I don't have much to offer. Being on the move all the time makes it difficult to keep a well-stocked pantry."

But Asajj sipped the tea gratefully. "I'm just surprised you even let me in here, after all that I did."

Ella lay her hand on the one the bounty hunter rested upon the cold marble. "I have faith in you. I think you're trying to start new again, and that's very difficult."

She bit her lip, "I doubt the Jedi Council would share your belief."

Ella shrugged, "I don't care. It's up to me to be the best I can be. The Maker will speak to me about what I should do; I answer to him. Not the Council."

"What would he have you do?" she asked curiously.

She smiled, walking around to sit beside her. "He gave us one command. To love others as he loved us. I think it's a good lifestyle."

She nodded. "Loving people. Sounds easy, doesn't it?"

"It sounds that way," she agreed. "But it isn't always. Loving someone doesn't just mean being nice. It means seeing them as the Maker sees them. As precious. No matter what they do, or have done, or what they are going through, they are still treasure."

Asajj blinked hard, her voice a choked whisper, "That would be nice. To be seen that way by someone."

"Someone does. They always have."

She shook her head, "He couldn't after—"

"He does. I promise," Ella said, her voice gentle but unswerving, sure in her faith. "The Maker loves you. He always has and always will. I hope one day, you will be able to live in his love without shame or a feeling of unbelonging."

She stood then and picked up the empty plates, then handed her a small plate of cookies and cream puffs.

"Have something sweet," she said. "Do you have much food at your apartment?"

Asajj shook her head, "No. Not any really."

Ella opened her fridge again and nodded. "Do you have an oven? One that works?"

"Yes. And cooking utensils," she answered, hope rising.

"I'll put something together for you. You can take it with you later."

If Ella had turned then, she would've seen two great tears roll down snowy cheeks, joy and disbelief shining in clear blue eyes like a winter morning's sky.

"Thank you," she breathed weakly.

"It's my pleasure," Ella replied, her head still buried in the fridge.

When Asajj lay her head down that night on the couch, which had been made as comfortable as could be when she refused to take her hostess's bed, a warmth began to glow in her chest, like a fire, cracking and melting away at the ice.

A thaw was coming. Maybe spring would bloom too.

Anything was possible now, when someone cared for her as no one had in her whole life.

Someone is my friend. Someone really cares. This time, I'm not going to be abandoned.

•~§~•

Ella shoved through the crowds surrounding the Senate Building. She had to get in there. She had to help Ahsoka. At least be there for her during her darkest hour.

"Ella!" Rex flagged her down. His helmet was firmly fixed in place, a barrier between his pain and the scathing eyes of the populace.

Ella flung her arms around him, breathing a sigh of relief. "I'm safe. You okay?"

He nodded, "I'm alright as I can be." He sighed. "Our little sister's in there."

She nodded against him. "I know. I'm scared for her."

"Me too."

A pause ensued, then she took a shaky breath.

"Let's pray for her," she whispered.

He nodded. "Father, I don't know what is going to happen to her. We know that your plan is for her to prosper, to give her hope and a future. If there is anything we can do to help her now, let us know. And if there isn't anything, we need a miracle. She's in danger, she needs your intervention. Please."

"Yes, Father," Ella breathed. "Help Padmé to defend her, and the jury to be sensible instead of falling for lies and deception. Help us find a way. And guide us."

Rex squeezed her hand, "Skywalker ran off to find Ventress and find out the truth."

Ella did her best to relax. "I… Rex… I need you to listen to me and trust me. Please."

"Do we need a less crowded setting for this conversation?" he asked.

"Yes please," she said.

He guided her behind a pillar and into an abandoned walkway. "Alright. I'll try to stay calm, if you're sure I'll be flying up in the air."

She took a deep breath. "You know I went to try to help Ahsoka clear her name."

"Yes. And I'm supposing you found her?" Then he frowned, eyes narrowing. "You know something about Ventress. You were with her."

She nodded, "I was. I… did Ahsoka say anything about her when you brought her in?"

"She said she was attacked when they split ways. She recognized her mask and lightsabers."

"I went to look for clues," Ella said. "Someone knocked me out."

His eyes widened, hands fisting. "Are you okay?"

She nodded, "Head hurts a little. I'm okay. Ventress… she woke me up. Her mask and lightsabers were gone. I saw the shiner she had on her head. She panicked because she had no way of masking her identity. She'd be brought in."

"You… you helped her."

She hesitated, then slowly nodded. "I brought her back to my apartment. She didn't steal anything. I checked. She's been living in horrible conditions. Barely any food. She sleeps on a cardboard mat. No blanket. No pillow. The heater is broken and so's the AC. Worse, the lock on her door is broken and she can't spare money to have it fixed. She barely sleeps for fear of someone hurting her. Crime is bad in that area."

"What is she doing?" he asked tautly, crossing his arms. His jaw was working, but his voice was relatively calm. He really was keeping his promise.

"She's trying to make her way bounty hunting."

He sighed. "Look. I don't like her. She's done things… to me, to Wolffe, she killed Colt. She's killed so many of my brothers, Ella. I'm trying to be merciful but… how can I?"

She sighed, "I know. I… I'm trying to do as the Maker asks. To love our enemies. I understand what you mean though. When we first met, I expected the same person we encountered on the battlefield. But she's not the same person now. At least, she's becoming something different. I saw no lie in her eyes, Rex. Believe me, I didn't want to believe that she could change. But…" she shrugged.

He shook his head. "Give me some time. That's all I ask."

She nodded, "Of course. I… I'm sorry, Rex. If I've hurt you in any way—"

He shook his head, "No. Don't. You haven't done anything to me. You've only been loving to everyone. I guess sometimes loving people takes effort though?"

She smirked, "Right. If it were easy, anyone could do it."

He chuckled, then resumed a solemn expression. "Fox told me that you called in with Sketch last night. Are you alright?"

She smiled, "I'm just fine. He didn't hurt me."

He sighed in relief. "If he had, I don't think I'd have left him with any teeth."

She gasped, then giggled, hiding guiltily behind her hand. "Ok. Put the big brother card away. I'm safe."

"Thank the Maker for that. He scared me. But he said the other guy looked like he'd seen better days. All those self-defense lessons coming in handy, aren't they?"

She elbowed him, "Try not to look so smug."

"Can't help it. And I'm gonna say it." He smirked. "I. Told. You. So."

"You're a little di'kut you know that?"

He just smiled brightly.

Cheeky.

She squinted. "Is that…?"

Rex spun on his heel, peering behind him where she was staring. A smile lit his face.

"That's the miracle we prayed for."

•~§~•

Ahsoka hugged herself tighter as she made her way through the streets. She didn't know where she was going, but she knew she had to get away from the Jedi Temple.

Her master's agonized eyes and pleading words echoed in her ears. She hated that she'd hurt him. She hated it so much.

Sensibility struck her and she realized that she was lost and alone in a city she really knew very little about. Tears began to roll down her face as she stepped into an alley.

What am I going to do?

A hand slapped over her mouth and she screamed, locking up in terror, painfully aware that she no longer had her lightsabers. She sobbed against the hold and shut her eyes, praying that it would be over soon.

"Come on little pet," a familiar voice murmured. "You can't stay here by yourself."

She opened her eyes in shock to see Ventress. She wasn't in the same clothes she had seen her in last. Instead, soft red leggings disappeared under a loose grey sweater.

"Ventress! What—"

"—not long ago someone helped me. I didn't deserve it, but they helped me anyway." She sighed. "You didn't deserve how you were treated when all you'd ever done had been pure. If someone can show me kindness after all that I've done, I can help you."

Silent tears rolled down the girl's cheeks. She managed a wobbling smile. "Th-thank you!"

"My pleasure." She smiled. And it was a nice smile. Almost shy. "Someone is worried about you. I figured you might want to see them."

"I… I can't."

The ex-sith rested a hand on her shoulder, "Trust me. Please. You won't regret it."

She nodded warily, and followed her through the winding alleys.


Mando'a Translations

etyc chakaar - dirty lowlife.

Di'kut - idiot.

•~§~•

Hey y'all!

I hope this is okay. Sorry for the late update. Thank you so much for your patience and understanding, y'all are the best, really!

In response to a question about my use of the Maker: you can absolutely use it. Sorry for getting back to you so late!

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