Disclaimer: It's the end of this crossover and still, the Harry Potter series and Chronicles of Narnia are still not mine :) I only own the plot and some characters you do not recognize.
A/N: So, this is the last chapter of "When Two Worlds Collide". I seriously cannot believe it XD But OH MY, here I am, posting the last chapter for my avid readers and reviewers.
I'll stop this for now. I'll give my long thank you's and goodbyes at the end of this chapter.
For now, do read this and review afterwards. Enjoy this last chapter! :)
Chapter Thirty-Two: The Resilient
The valiant queen stared outside one of the windows in the castle, a peaceful look crossing her face. The snow that had engulfed Narnia for a few days were slowly starting to melt. The sun that had been forbidden by the dark, ominous clouds to be shown all throughout the country was now shining so brightly. Spring had been restored; coupled with it was peace.
Lucy turned around, beaming brightly, and sauntered inside Hermione's bedchambers. Sybill greeted her with a silent nod, already dressed for the occasion, her nose once again buried behind the book she was reading.
The said brunette, on the other hand, was nervously fidgeting her dress, looking at the floor-length mirror she had conjured from thin air.
The valiant queen had to softly gasp as she surveyed her lady-in-waiting, her beauty truly radiating from such an extravagant dress. It was the first dress that Hermione had worn without borrowing from Susan. Because this celebration was in honor of the brunette, it was of course fitting for her to wear such a beautiful dress.
Her dress was red in material, gold embellishments lining the hem and the sleeves of the dress. Both Hermione and Sybill claimed upon seeing it that it looked very Gryffindor-like. Lucy, the one who suggested for the color combination, felt extremely proud of herself. Thank goodness she had been listening attentively to Hermione's stories about her life in Hogwarts. The moment Hermione saw the dress, the expression on her face was priceless; therefore, Lucy knew she had ordered the perfect dress for the brunette.
Now that she was wearing it, Hermione looked beautiful. Her face was void of any make-up due to her request, and her natural beauty was shining through. Her hair was braided, the thick mane now resting above her right shoulder, letting her see a portion of her milky-white neck.
"Umm…" Hermione said, coughing nervously behind her hand. She awkwardly twirled around, her cheeks coloring in the process. "How do I look?"
"Breath-taking, Hermione, I swear," Lucy said, walking forward to catch both of the brunette's hands. The queen looked over the reading witch and said, "Am I right, Sybill?"
The old, Divinations teacher looked up from her book and smiled warmly at Hermione. "Beautiful as always, my dear girl," Sybill said, making Hermione blush more.
"See, there's no need for you to be fidgety today," the queen said, tucking a stray curl behind Hermione's ear. "I am sure you will, if you don't mind me saying, bewitch all of the creatures in the Throne Room later on."
In spite of herself, Hermione chuckled and drew Lucy into a tight hug. "I can't believe this is happening to me," she whispered, her voice at awe. "I mean, when I was younger, it had been silly for me to dream to become a Princess, and now I am being crowned as a Queen… unbelievable."
The young queen pulled back and grinned. "I know the feeling," she said. "But I believe that once you become a Queen, Hermione, you will be by far the best among the three of us."
"Don't say that," Hermione interjected. "You and Susan are wonderful queens."
"But we did not single-handedly save Narnia from the White Witch," Lucy pointed out, wagging a finger in front of Hermione. Sybill softly chuckled from her seat, making Hermione smile. "You are brilliant, you hear me? The most magnificent and wonderful person I have ever met. It's a wonder why you chose my brother, of all people."
Hermione shrugged, a ridiculous grin spread widely on her face. "I do wonder that, too," she said. "Well, what can I do? Your brother, I quote you, bewitched me."
Lucy chuckled, her eyes lightening up in delight and something mysterious. She could see the curious look that had crossed her lady-in-waiting's face but she vowed to Edmund she would keep quiet. Although she was always fond of riling him up and teasing him, she knew that what he would be doing later was something life-changing. She would rather that she stepped back down for now or else, Edmund would have her head.
Edmund would never know this but Lucy was eternally grateful that he made Hermione fall in love with him. From the first moment she saw the brunette, Lucy had this selfish desire to keep her in Cair Paravel, in Narnia forever, together with her and the other Narnian royalties. She believed that Hermione would do wonders in this country and, dare she say it, with her stay, Lucy had this inkling another Golden Age in Narnia was coming.
On the day Hermione confessed to Lucy that she loves Edmund already, Lucy could not believe it at all. Yes, she could see that their relationship was steadily growing but it had surprised that they already reached that stage in their relationship. Lucy deduced that Edmund had already fallen in love with Hermione, even before they had gotten together. Still, she was very happy for the both of them.
After the war, Peter, Edmund and Ardon had the promised conversation, excluding Lucy. Thinking about that made her extremely annoyed, yet amused at the same time. Her brothers could be infuriatingly over-protective with her but she was glad that Ardon was able to handle the both of them. Although they both believed it was too early for him to marry Lucy, seeing that they had just recently discovered that they were a couple, they still accepted that they were in a relationship. A few hints from Ardon made her believe that perhaps, a year from now, they could finally be married.
Sighing, Lucy pulled away from Hermione and surveyed her from head-to-toe. A lot of wonderful things had happened in Narnia, especially when this particular brunette found herself lost in this world. Lucy thanked the heavens above that they had brought Hermione here in Narnia, and had ended befriending all of the royalties. Lucy had this feeling that if Hermione was not the Chosen One in the great prophecy, then Narnia would not probably in good hands.
"Thank you," the valiant queen said, affectionately squeezing Hermione's hands. She knew she had thanked Hermione countless times already, but she did not care. What she did to Narnia deserved something beyond a simple 'thank you', and yet, Hermione, seeing that she was a selfless person, deemed that it was already enough. "For everything."
"I did what I wanted to do, Lucy," Hermione said, looking down at her fondly. "Anything for Narnia."
A small knock from Hermione's door interrupted their little discussion. When the door creaked open and in peeked Edmund's crowned head, Lucy sighed. Her time was up. It was getting annoying now that Edmund could spend almost all day with Hermione while she was pushed to the sides. But what must she do? Her brother and her lady-in-waiting were in love. Who was she to deprive them from each others' presence?
"Umm… may I come in?" he asked.
Lucy rolled her eyes at him. "Of course, you twat," she said. "Why are you suddenly being so polite?"
Edmund raised an eyebrow at her sister's slightly animosity. "Right, yes," he said, completely opening the door wide and stepping inside. His eyes then landed on Hermione and Lucy could see the sudden shift on his facial expression. In spite of herself, the young queen allowed herself to smile. It was clear how much he adored the brunette right beside her.
"Well, I think it is best if I leave now," Lucy said, turning around to look back at Hermione. She was a little surprised at how red her cheeks were. "I'll be seeing you in the Throne Room."
"I will accompany you, your highness," Sybill said as she raised herself from her seat, shooting an amused look at both Hermione and Edmund.
Neither of them seemed to hear the two of them, prompting Lucy to sigh. It seemed like the couple were already lost in their own, little world. Lucy then walked towards Sybill and looped her arms with the older witch. "We better leave them behind," the valiant queen murmured. "Dear God above, the tension is always killing me."
Sybill chuckled and patted Lucy's hand. "Ah, young love," she whispered.
With one last look at Hermione and her brother, Lucy led Sybill outside the brunette's room and towards the Throne Room.
The sound of the door seemed to snap her out of her stupor. Hermione furiously blushed and coughed behind her hand. "Um… well?" she asked, gesturing at her dress. The expensive material felt light against her skin but she had this fear of ruining it just by moving too much. She believed that this was by far the most expensive dress she had ever worn.
Edmund broke into a humongous grin. In three big strides, she was pressed flush against his chest. "You look beautiful," he said, swooping down to give her a kiss on her lips.
Hermione's knees turned into jelly once again as she supported herself against the king. She found it extremely unfair that he had the ability to fluster her during times she needed to be focused all the more. Ever since they had made love, a special bond between the two of them formed. Still, it would have made her feel better if she flustered him just as much as he flustered her.
"Come on, everybody is waiting for their future queen," he said, pulling away and interlacing his fingers with hers.
Upon the mention of the title, Hermione frowned. Edmund pulled her out of her bedchambers and as they walked in the hallways, her nervousness increased.
"Merlin, I feel ridiculously nervous," she said, disgruntled. "The feeling is nothing compared to that of turning into stone."
Edmund slightly tensed when she mentioned what had happened to her during the Second War in Beruna [1]. "Tsk, don't remind me," he grumbled, squeezing her hand tightly. "I was supposed to be there."
Hermione laughed at him, finding his guilt ridiculous. "I was able to manage myself," she said, teasingly poking his arm. "Thank you very much."
"And yet, you were turned to stone," he pointed, slightly glaring at her. "What a wonderful way of managing yourself, Hermione."
The brunette rolled her eyes and sighed, knowing that fighting this matter with him would be futile in the end.
After Hermione had successfully pierced Gryffindor's sword into Jadis' heart, the White Witch was able to turn her into stone before completely dying. It was fortunate that Edmund was able to catch her when she fell; else, she would be shattered into millions and millions of pieces already, unable to be revived back.
Aslan arrived just in time, much to the relief of everybody. His simple roar had scared off all of Jadis' servants, all scrambling back to where they came from, the battle be damned. The Great Lion then ran towards where the immobile Hermione was. Edmund and the other royalties were now gathered around the brunette, anxiety written all over their faces.
The Lion then blew his breath and instantly, Hermione unfroze and fell limp into Edmund's arms, great exhaustion shown on her face. The rest was a blur to Hermione, but she knew she was carried back by Edmund to Cair Paravel for a rest that she deserved.
The next time she woke up, it was Edmund and Aslan that had greeted her. Edmund was reluctant to leave her side but once assured by the Lion, he gave Hermione a kiss on her forehead and left them alone.
"Your bravery had saved the lives of my people," he had said, fondly smiling down at Hermione. "With that, I am thankful to you, Daughter of Eve."
He then proceeded to reveal that a coronation was waiting for her a week from now, much to Hermione's astonishment.
"Coronation?" she had cried. "I don't understand."
"Hermione," Aslan replied. "As the Creator of this country, I do believe that you, without a doubt, Daughter of Eve, will bring wonders to this country. Ergo, I ask you to be a Queen of Narnia, and make my country prosper for the following years."
It turned out that Aslan had told his decision to the others already for after Hermione was able to recuperate back to health, the current Narnian royalties were already abuzz with the preparation for her coronation. Hence, here she was now, escorted by King Edmund the Just to the Throne Room, as the Narnians witness the coronation of Hermione Granger.
She squeezed Edmund's hand tightly, trying to calm herself down. Edmund shot her an amused look, shaking his head.
"Why are you nervous?" he asked. "It's… odd."
She glared petulantly at him. "Well, I apologize for feeling nervous, your highness," she spat angrily, prompting him to raise an eyebrow. "Oh dear Godric, am I worthy of this? Of this coronation, Edmund? Ever since I was born, I have never, ever, imagined myself as the queen of a country, much less a magical one!"
"I never imagined myself as a king either. But look what I am now," he said, gesturing proudly at himself. "I've led quite a number of victories against invaders, claimed as one of the best strategists that had ever graced this magical kingdom, and loved by my people."
Immaturely, she stuck out her tongue. "Show off," she harrumphed.
He chuckled and pulled her arm, making her sway to the right for a bit. Edmund kissed the side of her head and stared down at her, a wide grin glued on his face. "You'll be a brilliant queen," he assured her. "With that wit and intelligence of yours, I am sure that my people will adore you, Hermione. So, stop being such a worrywart and just be grateful that Aslan chose you to be another queen of Narnia."
Hermione looked affronted. "Worrywart?" she asked. "I'm not a worrywart. That's you."
"Yes, yes, I sure am," he teased, tapping her nose with his finger. "I think spending an awful lot of time with me makes you one, though."
She sighed, trying to suppress a growing grin. "I believe so, too," she said. "And I think it is best - "
"What are you suggesting," he had cut off, narrowing his eyes down at her.
Hermione grinned, tiptoed, and gave him a quick kiss. "Nothing, love," she said.
Edmund rolled his eyes, although he could not keep a smile from growing on his face.
Soon, they were in front of the doors of the Throne Room. All the color from Hermione's face had drained and it took quite a passionate kiss from Edmund to bring back the redness on her cheeks.
Grinning at her flushed appearance, he moved his lips and gave her a kiss on her forehead. "Good luck," he whispered, as he then turned around and opened the doors of the Throne Room.
Merry chattering and laughter greeted her ears as she looked around and saw all of the creatures of Narnia. She spotted Babbity the Rabbit, her eyes already brimmed with tears, as she waved her paw around at Hermione. The brunette's heart softened upon the sight of her first Narnian friend; without Babbity, she had no idea how she would have survived in such a strange and magical place.
The Narnian and Telmarine soldiers stood tall and proud, their swords unsheathed and pointed upwards as a sign of respect for Hermione. Narnian creatures, some Telmarines and invited guests from other neighboring countries all lined up behind the soldiers, all of their eyes glued intently on the brunette.
Her cheeks colored in embarrassment. She was thankful that Edmund was holding her hand; else, she could have collapsed in nervousness right now.
She noticed that some shot amused looks on their intertwined hands. This, involuntarily, made her smile. She had heard from some gossipy workers in Cair Paravel that her romantic relationship with their King Edmund had sparked the interest of the many. It turned out that from their ancestors' stories, during the Golden Age of Narnia, King Edmund the Just never took any interests in woman before. And now, seeing that Hermione Granger was able to capture his heart, they do believe that she was a one, special girl.
At the very front of the room stood the other royalties, all of their eyes shining as they looked at the enigmatic witch that had saved the lives of their people and their country. Sybill was standing beside Lucy, an arm wrapped around the teary queen, and Hermione smiled at her old Divinations teacher. She could not believe she used to disrespect what turned out to be one of the loveliest people she had ever met.
Right at the middle stood Aslan himself, his mere presence exuding such a tremendous aura of authority and might. Hermione felt a little humbled by his presence and any sorts of noises from the crowd died down as he stepped forward.
As she and Edmund walked towards the front, the soldiers courteously straightened their swords. The Great Lion then gestured to a throne that Hermione had never seen before. It was silver by color, with engraved flowers lining up at the headrest. She noted that it was placed in between the throne of Lucy and Edmund [2].
With one last final squeeze from Edmund, he released her hand and ushered her forward. She looked back at him, her eyes shining with mirth, before slowly ascending the dais, standing right in front of her throne.
Her heart thudded as Edmund placed a small pillow on top of Babbity's hand, a silver crown, her silver crown placed carefully on top of it.
"To the great Western Wood," Aslan boomed. "I give you, Queen Hermione… the Resilient."
Sybill stepped forward and carefully clutched the silver crown. Hermione bent her head down as the witch carefully placed the crown on top of Hermione's head.
When Hermione lifted her head, her heart thudding loudly inside her heart, she watched with astonishment, as Aslan fell down on his knees and bowed down. Her mouth opened, disbelieving that the creator of Narnia, was lowering himself down to give respect to her. Slowly, the Narnian royalties also fell on their knees, bowing their head down at their new queen. Soon, the others followed.
A tear trickled down from Hermione's eyes, moved by the action of everybody in the room. She lifted a hand and brushed away her tear, softly chuckling when she caught Edmund's eyes.
"Once a King or Queen of Narnia," Aslan said. "Always a King or Queen of Narnia."
And as Queen Hermione the Resilient looked at the people of Narnia, her people, her heart swelled in joy, knowing that her future brought great promise and happiness.
"So, Queen Hermione the Resilient."
She turned around and smiled, opening her arms wide as she walked forward and enveloped Edmund into a hug. Edmund was obviously pleased, wrapping an arm around her waist.
"I prefer the Stubborn, though," he added as an afterthought.
"Or the Persistent," the brunette muttered against his neck, making him laugh.
"Hmm… yes, I believe I do too," he said, bestowing a kiss on her hair. "You're given to the Western Wood."
She pulled away, her eyebrows raised up. "And?" she asked.
Edmund grinned. "Well, Aslan also gave me to the Western Wood," he explained, surprising her. He casually shrugged and looked back at the castle, shaking his head. "Who knew he could be such a matchmaker."
Hermione chuckled, flicking his nose.
His grin then turned into a gentle smile, slowly pulling away from Hermione. He then held both of her hands and placed one on his shoulder, the other he interlaced his fingers with. He then placed a hand at the small of her back and absentmindedly, they swayed together with the music booming inside.
"A lot of things had happened ever since you came," he murmured against her ears.
Hermione smiled, concurring with his words. "Quite a lot, actually," she corrected. "Merlin, it's been what? A year ever since I arrived here in Narnia? I still remember like it was yesterday how you've acted like a cad on the first time I dined with you and the others."
He slightly pulled away and smirked down at her. "Well, at least my suspicion was correct," he said, prompting her to roll her eyes. "It gives me something to gloat about every time Peter's being insufferable."
Hermione sighed. "A year had passed, and yet you're still very unregal," she said. "Thank Merlin, I'm the new Queen of Narnia. I'll do my very best to transform you, you arrogant sod."
"Arrogant sod," he said, looking highly amused. "Hmm, that's new."
The brunette grinned and gave him a quick kiss. "Arrogant sod," she said. "I like how it sounds."
Edmund chuckled and tightened his hold on her. "I still haven't forgiven you over one thing, though," he said.
"And what is that?" she asked.
A disgruntled look crossed his face, his jaw tightening as he shot a glare at the castle once again. "Ardon," was his simple answer, and Hermione couldn't help but snort at the obvious animosity on his face. He turned to look back at her, offended by the sound she emitted. "What? You hid from me that he's in a relationship with my sister."
"Lucy's old enough - "
"No, she's not."
" – and it is plain to see that they're in love - "
"Now, who are you to say that? For all we know, Ardon's intention is to hurt my sister."
Her words died down at the middle, amused at the king. "Good Lord, you're too overprotective for your own good," she reprimanded, lifting her free hand and pinching his nose. "Just so you know, Ardon had trained so hard to become the Supreme General of your troop because he thought he'd deem that he'd be worthy of your sister. Appreciate the effort that he had given. It just proves that he loves your sister as much as you do."
Edmund released a disgruntled sound at the back of his throne. "I swear I'll give him a difficult time," he murmured, his eyes turning into thin slits.
Hermione shook her head. "And I swear you are being ridiculous," she said, tutting softly. "Ardon is a nice bloke. I am sure that he will take good care of your sister. And can we stop talking about them already? One more mention of your loathing towards your Supreme General and I will leave you, understand?"
The king shut his mouth and petulantly glared at her. She raised an eyebrow challengingly, a large grin on her face. Promptly, Edmund reluctantly sighed and rolled his eyes.
"You are impossible," he said, nuzzling his nose against the top of her head.
"The Resilient, remember?" she asked.
Edmund smiled against her hair, this time wrapping both of his arms around her torso. Hermione snaked both of her arms around his neck and smiled, comfortably tucking her head beneath his chin. Although the music inside was lively and upbeat, somehow, they found themselves slow dancing with each other.
"I have a proposition to make," Edmund then said, cutting off the peaceful silence between them. "One that can be life-changing, Hermione Granger."
She slightly pulled away and looked up at him, a curious frown on her face. "A proposition?" she asked. "Regarding what?"
"Regarding you," he said, intently staring down at her. "Regarding us."
To Hermione's surprise, the just king pulled away from their hug, his hand now rummaging inside his pocket. She shot a suspicious look at his hand, but once he pulled out a small, golden ring with a diamond placed right at the middle, her breath was caught in her throat.
"I've rendered Hermione Granger speechless," he said, cheekily grinning as he went down on one knee and held her hand. "Not an easy feat, mind you." Edmund then brought her hand against his lips and gently kissed her knuckles, his eyes still boring right into her.
"Will you marry me?" he whispered, his voice almost inaudible. "I've battled my way through fame and glory, Hermione. Battle plans and strategies were my best mate and companion. My sword was my best friend; my books my ultimate confidante. And then, you came and… and my world was never the same."
Her eyes watered with suppressed tears as she slowly crouched down in front of him to level her eyes with his.
"I love you," Edmund continued, brushing a stray tear away on her face. "Most ardently, Hermione." He leaned close to kiss her forehead, a small growing smile on his face. "When we made love, it was… it was the best day that I ever had and I swore to all the cosmic powers above that I will never, ever let you go." He chuckled and leaned his forehead against hers, closing his eyes in slight defeat. "I give up; I finally do. I wave the white flag and surrender my heart to you, because I know that if I don't, fighting will be futile. I'm fighting a losing battle after all."
He opened his eyes once again and pulled away, now looking at her with such adoration in his eyes. "And now, here you are, right in front of me, and everything – every fame, every glory, every sword I owned, every wonderful book I have, paled in comparison as opposed to you. You… you're the most wonderful person I have ever met and I just… I know that I need you by my side."
Edmund placed a hand against her cheek and affectionately rubbed his cheek. "Will you marry me, Queen Hermione the Resilient?" he repeated, this time with so much fervour and determination. "Be my queen; stay by my side and I promise to everything that you have ever loved and lost that I will love and protect you."
Hermione sniffed and leaned forward, giving him a kiss on his lips that spoke volumes. "Yes, you git," she whispered, a grin on her face despite the tears that streamed down from her eyes. "Of course I will."
The just king brilliantly smiled, slowly slipped the ring onto her finger, and pulled her close to him for an embrace.
Hermione closed her eyes and hugged him tight, her heart almost bursting with overwhelming emotions. Back in her world, a lot of things had happened to her – things that had caused so much heartache and pain in her. But then, she was brought to Narnia, and everything changed for the better.
As she stared at Edmund, stared at her wonderful future, she knew greater things were to come. Most would be great, magnificent things; others would try and test her will again. But she knew, she wouldn't mind. There were people like Edmund, the Pevensies, Caspian, Sybill, and the Narnians surrounding her, supporting her, and assuring her that they would never leave her side. Soon, she would bounce back from all the painful encounters she had gone through and would go through in the future, and continue on living together with the people she loved.
After all, for now, she is the Resilient.
FIN
[1] The Second War in Beruna in the Chronicles of Narnia happened somewhere in "The Last Battle", I think. But yeah, since this story basically starts off from the end of "Prince Caspian", then I think it is safe to say that the original Second War in Beruna never happened.
[2] Okay, so in the movies, their thrones were lined up as this – Edmund, Peter, Susan, and then Lucy. But in this story, what with Caspian and Hermione's presence, the order of the thrones had changed – Lucy, Hermione, Edmund, Peter, Caspian, Susan. Once Caspie grows up, though, his throne would probably be placed beside Susan if he still fits XD
A/N: AND IT'S THE END OF "WHEN TWO WORLDS COLLIDE". How'd you like it? Good? Bad? Eh? Meh? Please don't deprive me and do tell me in your reviews!
I have this hunch that some of you had already foreseen this part, with Hermione being crowned as queen and all. I'm just a little curious if some of you thought that she'd be crowed as "The Resilent". XD GAH, I personally love Edmund's proposal :) I hope I made it so very much like him.
Now, I would like to take this opportunity to thank each and everyone who read, favorited, alerted, and reviewed this story. I've been saying this a thousand times already but let me say this again - I posted this story, honestly believing that it would only catch the attention of few people since this is an extremely rare pairing. But now, WOW, this already has more than half a thousand reviews and you have no idea how much that means to me. I know that most of you are my Dramione readers, and I'm starting to disappoint some of you for my lack of stories regarding this lovely pair, but you still gave this story a chance. So yes, thank you very much :) I'd love to say ALL of your usernames but I still have some work to do so... I'll just try my best to reply to all of your reviews for this chapter as my personal thank you's :D
Again, Hermione Granger/Edmund Pevensie is an extremely rare pairing but you gave it a chance. I hope this story of mine would inspire some, if not ALL of you to write more stories about this pairing. After all, it isn't only you who fell in love with this pairing; I did, too. Therefore, I'd love to read awesome stories regarding this pair.
So yeah, this is the end. Perhaps I'd post an epilogue someday so do watch out for me :) For now, I think I'll take a rest or something. Don't worry, for my readers for "Mister Granger's Mission", I'd post the last chapter soon. After that, though, I'd be on a loooooooong hiatus. Perhaps a few months or even a year, I don't really know. Rest assured that I might post random one-shots every now and then and that I'm working on two novel-length stories right now. But then again, I've been lamenting again and again that I'm already a pre-med college student - my subjects are still light for now but I have this inkling they'd be hell once the year progresses. Writing is merely a hobby of mine and I still dream of being a doctor XD So yeah, you know, even though I don't really want to, I know I have to start setting my priorities straight... GAH, I SOUNDED SO GROWN-UP BACK THERE XD
Anyway, jokes aside, thank you. Readers and especially reviewers are the reason why I struggled and worked so hard to improve my grammar and writing skills. I know I still receive constructive criticisms now and then, but I swear to everything I love that I do try my best. I hope you'll appreciate that :)
So really, that's it for now! See you soon, I guess.
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