Awake long before Abby had awoken Connor sat upright on the bed in the hotel room, and cybernetically monitored the police broadcasts throughout the entire city as a means of keeping in touch with what was happening in the precinct. There had been no sign of Hector after the man made bail and slipped out of view of the police department, and everything at Abby's house had remained peacefully quiet. With no additional threats from the volatile man or any sign of him creating a further disturbance, patrol had began to consider that Hector fled Detroit to avoid his trial. It was a bittersweet revelation as having Hector gone meant Abby would be safe, but it also meant he was escaping justice which was unfair to everyone he's ever threatened.

Just as Abby began to stir from her sleep Connor was given a cybernetic update on the situation at hand. What he had been told was something he hadn't been expecting or anticipating, and it made his blue L.E.D. flicker to yellow with trepidation.

Watching as Abby rolled from her left side and onto her back Connor spoke to her in a gentle tone to ensure she didn't wake up startled. "Abby?"

"...Yeah?" Opening her eyes Abby stared at Connor from where she way laying and gave him a somewhat confused look until she remembered what had happened and where she was. The look in Connor's soulful brown eyes told her that something unusual was happening. "Something wrong?"

"Not exactly. Please get dressed." Standing up from the bed Connor proceeded to head toward the hotel room's door to step outside for a moment to give her some privacy. "We need to go downtown."

"Downtown?" Sitting upright in the bed Abby pushed back the two comforters and called after the deviant before he left the room. "Connor, what's going on?"

"...There may have been an unexpected change in the search for Hector. We've been asked to go downtown for a moment, I'm not sure of all the details just yet. Please, it's important."

"O-Okay." Standing up from the bed Abby walked over to her suitcase to grab some clean clothes to change into. "I'll get dressed and we'll go."

That particular morning wasn't getting off to an unusual start exclusively for the police department. New Jericho was having its own internal turmoil as the three remaining leaders of the deviant sanctuary began to struggle with balancing their responsibilities with one less leader to share the burden, while handling the constant complaints of the other deviants. The trio was beginning to feel overwhelmed without Markus's calm demeanor to be a rock in a turbulent sea. North was still respected among the former 'Traci' models who escaped the 'Eden Club' alongside her, but Josh and Simon were struggling to gain any clout with those who resided in the tower.

Speaking with only the other 'Tracis' and no one else, North refused to entertain the notion of ever hearing the complaints from the very deviants who exiled Markus and then tried to get him thrown in prison. The embittered stares she received for expressing her disgust went ignored as North made it clear that she still supported Markus and wouldn't be changing her mind.

As for Josh and Simon, the duo found themselves dealing with more and more complaints from the very deviants who were creating problems where there were previously none to be had. What had been a quiet and calm tower was slowly becoming tense and full of needless disputes.

"How're we supposed to handle all of these problems?" Simon lamented as he sat down heavily on one of the two white sofas in the private office. "Every time we offer a solution the deviants just argue with the offer. If we sit back and try to let them work on their own problems then the deviants argue that we're not doing our share in handling the tower!"

Sitting down beside his dearest friend Josh sighed and wrapped his right arm around Simon's shoulders. "I don't think they want an actual solution to their problems. I think they just want to argue and let out their pent up frustrations."

"And in return they're just hurting themselves. This isn't right."

North crossed her arms over her chest and leaned back against the wall near the window overlooking the harbor. She had been holding a grudge against the people who voted to exile Markus, and wants nothing more to do with the traitors. "They made their bed, let them lay in it."

"North?"

"Look, these people are the ones who have been lashing out at Markus with such vitriol that they not only exiled him, but then tipped off the police to try to get him arrested out of a petty grievance! Markus never did a thing to harm the tower or the people inside of it." Turning to face her colleagues North spoke the truth and refused to sympathize with the embittered masses around them. "They were just pissed off and wanted him to suffer. And now that they succeeded in removing him from the tower they lost their punching bag and need something to else to push around. Us."

Bowing his head Josh agreed with her assessment of the situation and let out a weary sigh. "...What should we do?"

"Let them solve their own problems." Speaking so matter-of-factly it was as if North had been anticipating such a scenario for weeks. "They keep creating them so it's time they solved them."

"That sounds counter intuitive."

"Compared to the them going out of their way to bitch and moan over the tiniest of inconveniences? We get it, they hate only having the tower as their safe place. But them hiding out and waiting for other people to make a difference for them isn't going to help. We know, they hate that androids are still being discriminated against, but them running for the hills instead of standing up for themselves or telling the police isn't going to help, either. They act like they have all the answers and that we're the fools, so let them prove it. Let them prove it if they're going to keep running their mouths."

Josh looked to Simon, who let out a frustrated breath of his own. "...You're right. We should back off for a while, one week, and tell the deviants to handle things for themselves. If they can improve the tower or the way things are being handled," he explained everything logically as he looked to Josh sitting beside him. "then we'll ALL step down and New Jericho will be a sanctuary without any leaders."

North gave the idea a nod as she stood before her two allies. "If they don't respect us as their leaders then we'll make them appreciate us as the heads of this tower."

As much as he disdained a passive aggressive approach Josh knew that it'd be for the best if they backed off for a while, and let the deviants see how their constant disagreements were going to hinder their progress, not move it forward. "Okay. One week away from the tower should be long enough for the deviants to understand how our roles aren't just figureheads to be blamed, we're leaders who need to be trusted."

Standing beside Abby as they were lead to through the city morgue Connor gauged her reactions very carefully. Earlier that morning a car accident had taken place two blocks away from Abby's house and there were no survivors. It was a single vehicle accident that had killed the driver after they had driven drunk at a dangerously high speed. The lone occupant of the vehicle had been killed on impact as they sped their vehicle directly into the corner of a large brick and mortar building, after losing control of their vehicle. Based on the tire marks on the road the police determined that the driver had been speeding in excess of eighty miles per hour, and didn't even try to brake as the vehicle skidded out of its lane and onto the sidewalk.

The impact was so forceful and devastating that the driver's neck was snapped and their brain had been dislocated inside their own skull resulting in immediate death. As the driver's face impacted the airbag while moving so quickly their facial features had been devastated with breaks to the facial bones, bruises, cuts and excessive bleeding.

Dental records and D.N.A. were being used to identify their remains, but Abby had been requested to potentially claim the body as she was the only person with any known connection to the victim. It was an unorthodox approach but effective all the same.

Wrapping her arms tightly over her chest Abby stood beside the table where the body was laying beneath a white sheet, and waited for the coroner to pull the sheet away from their face. Too nervous to be in the room alone Abby was grateful to have Connor standing beside her throughout the entire ordeal.

"Are you ready for this, Dr. Grayson?" The coroner asked as she made a move to pull back the sheet on Abby's behalf.

"...Yeah. I need to know if it's him."

"Okay. Remember, it was a very bad accident and-."

"Move the sheet."

Slowly the sheet was pulled away from the bloodied and battered face beneath, and Abby felt bile rise in her throat. Turning away from the body quickly she buried her face in Connor's chest and held her breath for a moment.

Connor scanned the victim's face and was able to cybernetically reconstruct the features by digitally reassembling the broken bones. It was a match.

"...That's him." Abby mumbled through the fabric of Connor's shirt. "...It's Hector."

Quickly replacing the sheet the coroner sighed and updated the file. "Thank you for coming down, Dr. Grayson. We just needed to be sure since he recently had problems with the police. It wouldn't be the first time someone's tried to fake their death to avoid the law."

Wrapping his arms around Abby's back Connor nodded at the coroner and slowly began leading Abby away. "It's over, Abby. He'll never be able to harm you."

"...It shouldn't have to be this way." She managed to state as she pulled her paled face away from Connor's chest. "He shouldn't have had to die in order for me to finally feel safe."

"I know."

Walking with Abby at his side Connor ran another scan over the kind technician and wisely directed her to the nearest restroom so she could be sick in private. Opening the door to the ladies room Connor watched as Abby jogged over to the nearest stall and locked herself away as she threw-up the meager contents of her nauseated stomach.

Sending Hank an update on what was happening Connor let him know that he'd be spending the day with Abby at her home while her doors were replaced and she had better locks installed. It was a dark day that Abby shouldn't endure alone.

Raking up a few stray leaves from the backyard with Lucas's help Hank looked at the yellowed tomato plant that was going dormant for the winter as it sat on the back brick patio. It was a shame that he couldn't keep the plant going strong all winter long, but that was nature. Carrying the potted plant over to the pile of raked up leaves Hank overturned the pot to let the plant and soil meld together in the leaves to create a type of compost for the next spring. Carrying the now empty pot into the small tool shed to be stored for the next season, Hank sighed as he caught sight of the old basketball hoop that used to hang over the garage door in the driveway.

It had been years since he played basketball in the driveway. Four years to be exact. The first spring after Cole passed away Hank had pulled the hoop down and threw it into the back of the tool shed to be forgotten.

"...I wonder if the boys would like to play basketball some time?"

Stepping out of the shed Hank watched as Lucas easily bagged the leaves and put them aside to decompose over the rest of autumn and winter beside the shed. The deviant was almost eager to help with chores outside the house and that type of enthusiasm made Hank shake his head.

"The leaves are raked, Hank." Lucas stated as he carried the two rakes into the shed to be stored properly. Rejoining the senior detective in the backyard Lucas looked at Sumo as the massive dog rolled around in the freshly raked grass with great enthusiasm. "What else needs to be done?"

"Well, that jack-o-lantern on the front porch needs to be tossed before it rots." He noted as he put his hands to his hips. "And then... Maybe hang up a few lights before it gets too cold."

Such a task was somehow foreign to the deviant. "...Lights?"

"Christmas lights."

"Oh!" Lucas's green eyes became bright with intrigue after getting clarification. "Those lights."

"I got a couple of new boxes stored in the garage, so we can get a headstart on the decorations before it snows."

"That's a good idea."

"I'll get the ladder out of the shed and we can work together."

"Is there a particular way in which the lights are supposed to be hung?"

"Not really. Just make sure the gutters and windows are lined properly and won't fall down when it gets windy. That's it." Hank glanced toward the front of the house and tried to imagine what the house would look like. "We'll plug them and set a timer to light them up on December first."

"Okay. I'll go and locate the lights."

Hank smirked a little as he followed after Lucas through the backdoor for just a moment. "I just realized something..."

"What's that, Hank?"

"This is going to be your first Christmas."

Lucas paused for a moment as he opened the laundry room door and turned to look to Hank lingering in the backdoor. "You're right. It is."

"Well then," speaking as if inspired by something unseen Hank stepped back outside to locate the ladder in the tool shed while Lucas went into the garage to find the new lights. "we'll have to make sure this Christmas is memorable for you..."

Sitting beside Abby on her couch Connor stayed with his friend and watched as the contractors finished replacing the front door and securing strong deadbolts and new locks to the frame. The livingroom had been cleaned up after the evidence had been photographed and collected, and now the only sign of a break-in was the lingering coffee stain on the beige carpet of the livingroom right next to the kitchen door frame. Once the contractors left the house Connor locked the doors and made sure Abby felt safe before he took his leave of the house.

Abby was still pale and a little shaky where she sat. She was still stressed out and in need of a friend's support as she came to terms with what happened the night before and that early morning.

"I'll get you some water." Connor volunteered as he walked into Abby's kitchen and quickly located a clean glass in the cabinet above the coffee maker. Opening the refrigerator Connor found a pitcher of purified water and poured the water into the glass before returning to the livingroom. Holding out the water before Abby to take Connor spoke softly as he waited for her to react. "You may be mildly dehydrated after being sick."

"...Thanks."

Connor returned to the couch as the shaken technician slowly sipped at the cold water she had been given. "Do you want me to stay the night?"

"I just want to know what Hector was thinking."

"...Based on the collected evidence," the deviant detective recited out of respect for his friend's wishes. "the police speculate that Hector was trying to find you again."

"What evidence? Tell me." Sipping the water again Abby clutched the glass nervously between both of her hands. "I need to know."

"...Okay. He had a blood alcohol level of zero point eleven, had a baseball bat, a bundle of rope, duct tape and a gun in the trunk of the car. Based on the angle of the car and location of the accident we determined that he was coming to your house earlier this morning."

"Shit. He was going to... Oh, god."

"The gun was stolen and had a full clip." Telling her the truth Connor could see that Abby was shaking all over again. "If he hadn't wrecked the vehicle he still wouldn't have been able to hurt you, Abby. You were safe in the hotel with me the entire time."

Dragging her shaking right hand over her eyes Abby removed her frightened tears and put the glass down on the coffee table before her. "...How did he find out where I lived?"

"It's likely that he followed you from the facility, but..." Remembering what Hector had said when Connor arrested him the deviant had been working on a new theory altogether. "...I suspect he may have managed to follow us the night I rescued you from the restaurant."

"What do you mean?" Clearly perplexed by the idea Abby didn't understand how that was possible. "How did he do that?"

"Lucas's truck is bright red and very recognizable. It was parked beside your blue car in the driveway, and it's possible that he may have seen the truck drive away from the restaurant after we left. He could've followed the truck in his own car or an autonomous cab."

"I still don't understand why he'd react so strongly to me leaving him at the restaurant."

"Abby," softening his tone Connor lightly placed his right hand on her left forearm as he spoke. "when I ran upstairs to arrest him he turned around and he recognized me. He said: 'You. You're the one-', then I cut him off. I believe he knew that I'm the one who rescued you."

"And that's why he tried to attack and ra- Tried to come after me? Because you got me out of a shitty date?"

"He... He also insulted you under his breath." Connor stated honestly. "He called you a 'slut'."

"Wait, hold on..." Standing up from the couch Abby walked over to the front window and looked out toward the street to see how far away a person could be and still peer inside the livingroom. Feeling disgusted and exposed she pulled the curtains shut and blocked out the outside world. "Connor, after we returned here you removed your shirt so I could check on your healing wounds." Turning her back to the curtains Abby sighed and pressed her palms to her eyes in frustration. "He must've seen you remove your clothes and lay down on my couch, and he just assumed that we... That is so fucked up!"

"Jealousy." Connor deduced quickly as they finally figured out what set Hector off. "Someone of that type of ego and narcissism must've been deeply insulted by someone brushing him off and leaving him behind."

"And so he thought I ditched his 'perfect ass' so I could go home and fuck your brains out on my couch. Nice." Crossing her arms over her chest Abby revealed the tears in her eyes as she realized how horrible that night truly was. "I really can pick them..."

"Don't blame yourself. He put on a false front to gain your trust and once his ego was satisfied that you were convinced by his act, he revealed his true colors. Narcissists and sociopaths are experts at manipulating a person's emotions to fit their own needs."

"I should know better, Connor. I worked as E.M.S. and I-"

"Stop." Standing up from the couch Connor stood before Abby and put his hands to her shoulders. "You're the victim, not the criminal. Do NOT blame yourself for what he had done. He's the one who was playing mind games, he's the one who stalked you, he's the one who broke into your house and he's the one who chose to drive drunk while plotting to assault you."

"And now he's dead."

"Not your fault."

"Such a horrible-"

"Abby, don't do that. If people keep telling me I'm not responsible for all the misfortunes of the world, then that means you're not responsible either. You're just one person who wanted to get away from another person who was being insufferable."

"A life was lost."

"Do you know how many lives have been lost because of the actions I have taken in the past? You didn't do anything wrong." Sympathizing with his friend's plight Connor refused to let Abby hold herself accountable for the tragedy. "Hector was wrong and in the end his foolish and arrogant decisions took his life. You're NOT to blame."

Rubbing her right palm along her left bicep Abby looked sick again. "I feel so filthy."

"...I know the feeling. Maybe you should take a shower so you feel better."

"Yeah, sure... A bubble bath makes everything better."

"I'm aware it sounds illogical but it does help. I've discovered that by standing in a warm shower I can find the time to think and process what I've endured in a comfortable setting."

"Yeah, okay." Walking away from the window on her shaking legs Abby began climbing the staircase to get to her larger second floor bathroom, and then suddenly stopped. "Connor, could you... I mean, it's silly, but..."

"You want me to stand guard at the door?"

"...Yeah."

"I don't mind." Joining her at the staircase Connor escorted Abby up to the second floor bathroom and promptly sat down on the floor beside the closed door. He could hear Abby turning the lock just seconds before the faucet in the bathtub turned on. "I will stay the night if you want me to."

"Thanks, Connor." Her voiced echoed off the walls as she spoke up over the sound of the rushing water. "I appreciate it."

Stretching out his legs Connor crossed his left ankle over the right and proceeded to send Hank another cybernetic update. "You're welcome."

The mansion was filled with energetic voices as Markus welcomed his friends into his home and was happy to let them stay with him while they left New Jericho behind for a week. The four leaders and friends met in the sitting room of the mansion and shared a bottle of Thirium-based wine and vented about their stress back at the tower. Letting it out - admitting that the deviants were being unreasonable and impatient and that the tower needed to be sorted out quick, the four deviants just enjoyed being away from their problems for a moment.

From the privacy of the mansion Markus had been working on deviant rights in secret. Meeting with members of City Hall in secret, the lack of a mayor didn't stop him for fighting for his people, the former deviant leader talked about how he had made more progress with deviant rights and laws by working alone, rather than by waiting for the tower to get itself together and agree on something.

North talked about how she was still escorting deviants from their secret camps and back to the city, but she decided to take them to facilities instead of the chaos of the tower instead. Not letting fear stop her from helping her people North was proud to confirm that she alone helped fifty-two different deviants make the journey back to Detroit and find shelter since she had been assaulted.

Inspired by their friends Josh and Simon decided that once they returned to the tower that they'd be more assertive and not let the bickering of their own people hold them back anymore. There was no need for them to be such pushovers or timid now that they had taken more prominent leader roles.

Downing his Thirium wine quickly Simon looked over to Markus and let out a soft sigh. "Markus, I'm sorry."

"Sorry?" Pouring more Thirium-based wine into Simon's empty glass Markus tried to figure out what Simon was talking about. "For what?"

"For not understanding the type of pressure you were under. For being so stubborn whenever it came to us needing to agree on things." Taking back his glass Simon admitted to one other issue he may have caused. "...For being the hold-out when we voted as to whether or not to invite Connor to join us. I was behaving just as childishly as the bickering deviants we're hiding from."

"Simon, it's okay." Markus wasn't upset by Simon's comment. "You weren't being childish about your vote, you were being honest. I just don't understand why you were being so hesitant about it."

"To be honest... It's because during the sabotage at Stratford Tower, when I was left behind on the roof, it was Connor who was charged with investigating the tower. I know he could've found me if he followed my Thirium trail to where I was hiding, and all I could think about was how I'd kill myself before I let them arrest me and question me. I already decided I hated Connor just for... He was just doing his job!"

Josh saw the tears filling Simon's blue eyes and he quickly threw his arm around him again. "Hey, it's okay. It's over and you're okay."

"Yeah, I know. I just... Now I realize how cold I was being when I decided to hate someone just for doing their job! That's the exact same attitude humans had toward us androids for just following our programs!"

"Shh..."

North lightly put her hand on Simon's shoulder while Markus grabbed onto his hand sympathetically.

"It's okay." Josh soothed kindly as he held onto his dearest friend. "We're all stressed out and we all just need a break from the world for a while."

"He's right." Markus agreed as he leaned back against the sofa and sighed a little. "We're all tired and we all need a moment to get away from the tower to catch our breath. It's normal to feel overwhelmed."

"How did you put up with it for so long?" Simon asked as he leaned against Josh's side and sipped at his Thirium-wine. "It's so stressful."

"Well, I had my friends to back me up. It's easier to handle this type of stuff when you're not alone."

"Yeah, you're right."

North managed a weak smirk as she too sipped at her Thirium-wine. "You know, this is the first time we've all been together and have been able to just talk like this. Like friends." Grabbing onto Markus's hand North gave him a gentle squeeze and smiled. "It's nice."

"It is." Returning the squeeze Markus managed a smile of his own as he looked at his friends who all came to him to seek a comforting home and a trusted shoulder to lean on. "From this day on, my home if your home. You're all welcome here at any time for any reason. This is OUR personal sanctuary."

The bizarre day turned to night and Connor did his best to help Abby through her dark moment. The shaken technician spent almost two hours in the bathtub as she sporadically cried and tried to get the horrible thoughts out of her head. Connor stayed beside the bathroom door and would talk to her through the door whenever she'd find her voice and asked him odd questions, and help her focus her thoughts. The discussions were aimless and intentionally pointless, but it was a good way to keep her mind preoccupied as she scrubbed the dirty world off her skin.

Knowing that Abby hadn't eaten all day long Connor cybernetically placed an order for pizza, and had it delivered to the house with the express request that it be delivered at a certain time so he could go to the door without leaving Abby feeling unguarded. Listening to the sound of the bathtub draining Connor rose to his feet and let her know that he would be right back as he raced downstairs.

Paying for the pizza and tipping the delivery boy handsomely for being patient with his instructions, Connor relocked the front door and placed the pizza down on the coffee table in the livingroom before returning to the second floor. Returning to his post outside the door Connor let Abby know what he had done and joined her in the livingroom as she finally ate something.

Biting into the slice of fresh pizza Abby finally began to relax and let her guard down. "Thanks."

"You're welcome."

Noting the toppings Abby was impressed with what Connor had ordered. "How'd you know I love mushroom and jalapeno?"

"I remember that you once ordered Mexican food while you were on the clock at the facility and I could detect an abundance of jalapenos in your meal, and I also remembered that when we had our pretend date at the Italian restaurant you asked for extra mushrooms on your pasta. I figured you'd prefer such toppings on your pizza."

"I'm so glad you're a detective who uses their deductive powers for good instead of evil." Sipping at her water again Abby let out a heated breath and remembered quickly that water and peppers don't mix well. Waving her hand over her mouth Abby gave Connor a pleading glance. "...Could you get me a glass of milk?"

"Yes, of course." Glad to see her eating and her stressed vital signs returning to normal Connor brought Abby the glass of milk, and resumed sitting beside her on the couch. "You should take the rest of the week off and rest."

"Deviants need me."

"And you're at your best when you're well rested. No one would fault you for taking it easy for a few days. There are other technicians in the city as well."

"Well... I guess Barry would know to call me if something really serious came in, and my interns are getting better at handling cases without my supervision."

"Please rest." Wanting to see Abby get better Connor pleaded with her to take some time off. "You need the time to heal."

"You know, that's normally MY line to YOU."

"I'm aware, the irony wasn't lost on me."

Laughing a little Abby finished off her pizza and wiped the grease off on the provided napkins. "Whoever says deviants don't have emotions need to spend more time with you. You've got a pretty sharp sense of humor. You should show it more often."

"When I can find something worth laughing at, I will."

"Fair enough." Cooling her mouth with the milk Abby leaned back on the couch and gave Connor a gracious smile. "Thanks for staying with me all day."

"You're welcome."

"You stayed with me last night, but you don't have to stay with me again tonight. You should go home."

"I don't mind staying with you again. To be honest, it'd make me feel better in knowing you're safe and that no one is going to try to stop by your house to try to cause problems for their own sick amusement."

"Halloween is over, Connor."

"That doesn't mean people won't be lurking around."

"I thought you were supposed to comfort me, not scare me."

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that."

"It was a joke, I'm fine." Closing the lid on the pizza box Abby carried it into her kitchen to put in the refrigerator for later. Returning to the livingroom Abby sat down beside Connor again and sighed. "It's not that late but I am tired. Are you sure you don't mind staying the night?"

"Yes, I'm sure."

"Okay, thank you." Leaning in a little Abby gave Connor a kiss on the cheek and then sat back immediately as her eyes went wide. "Uh... Was that too much?"

"No." Pressing his fingers to his cheek where he could still feel her kiss Connor looked at Abby with puzzlement in his eyes. "...It's okay."

Staring at Connor's face for a moment Abby searched his eyes and then abruptly turned away from him. "No, it wasn't. I'm sorry, that's twice now I've kissed you like that. It was very unprofessional of me."

"You may be my technician, but you're also my friend." The deviant sounded confident and honest as he spoke. "Friends are allowed to show affection toward one another."

"But for me to kiss you? That's too far."

"It's ok-"

"Uh, I'm going to go to bed." Rising from the couch Abby walked away from her friend and began climbing the staircase to get to her bedroom up on the second floor of her house. "Goodnight, Connor. Thank you everything."

Watching as Abby walked up the staircase Connor lowered his hand from his warm kissed cheek, and decided it'd be best to enter rest mode for the night as well. Laying over the length of the couch Connor cybernetically turned off the lights in the livingroom and folded his hands neatly over his chest. Sinking down against the soft furniture Connor tried to understand human emotions and why they were just as confused by them as deviants were.

Being kissed wasn't a big deal to Connor. Why Abby was acting so strangely after she initiated the kiss was the most confusing part of the entire ordeal. He wasn't offended by the sweet gesture.

It seemed everyone was still learning, growing and developing as individuals, not just the deviants.

"...Goodnight, Abby."

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