Previously on this splendid story:

"Honestly, Malfoy, do you seriously think you can make a cup of coffee like me?"

"Is that a challenge?"

"Only if you say it is."

"You taunt me so, Weasley. All right. I'll make you coffee. And you can see if I truly deserve praise from a goddess of coffee you call yourself." Draco reached for her apron when she snatched it away.

"I can't let you filthy my workplace with your inexperienced hands. My coffee is holy and I can't let a mere commoner like you befoul the sanctuary."

Draco stood for a moment, speechless. He tried thinking of a comeback but his ego had been tarnished too much. Then, he grabbed her hand and pulled her out of the swinging door that stood between the two sides of the counter and dragged her out the door.

"Watch the shop!" Ginny cried behind her as she was yanked out of her own coffee shop by the twins' professor.

They looked blankly toward the door and Spencer slowly stood up.

"I guess… I guess…"

"What the HELL was that?" Gaby pondered loudly, Spencer nodding in agreement.

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"If you don't know already, I'm already very far from my shop and home, I have no idea where I am, there's no chance of me running away anymore no matter how much it crossed my mind as you dragged me to some unknown land, and my hand is turning purple, so please, Mr. Malfoy (a/n: sorry for the mistake previous chapter. I write these things pretty late. : ) let go of my wrist." Ginny grumbled. Draco looked down at her hand and released her immediately.

"Sorry, I didn't realize what a strong grip I had." He said apologetically.

"Yes, well, apology taken. Just tell me where we are and I won't ask questions."

"I am taking you to my place."

Ginny stopped in middle of the barren road. "I'm sorry, Draco, but I never thought of you in that way."

"I'm making you coffee." He said, simply, an embarrassed blush creeping up both their cheeks.

"You're a wizard, aren't you? Couldn't we have um… apparated?"

"I haven't been apparating for a while. I got splinched last year. Dreadful experience, absolutely scarring."

"Well… well, are we almost there yet?" She asked, wincing at the pain in her feet.

Draco stopped and proudly put his hands on his hips.

"Welcome. This is the property of the Malfoy estate."

Ginny stared up into the large… apartment building. At first glance, the walls on the outside looked like classic ivy, but when Ginny got closer, the green was actually a gigantic collection of mold. The windows were either grimy with dust or broken or just completely not there.

"You, Draco Malfoy, live in this dump?"

"Yes."

"You're kidding me." She gaped.

"Yes, I am kidding. You are looking at my second job. I own this entire complex… and let's just say, the rest of the block. I actually live right next to here, in that mansion, do you see it? You can't miss it." Draco drawled, smirking haughtily.

Ginny glared at him sideways. "And as humble as ever."

Draco led her down the street and in front of an elegant, white mansion, shining and illuminating next to the run down dump next door.

"Welcome to my house, lovely Weasley."

"Why I am so honored to be invited by such an earnest man of such demure and deference." Ginny sarcastically insinuated saccharinely. He held the door open for her as she entered into the marble entrance hall.

"Take off your shoes." He reminded, her, then stopped and turned around, grinning madly.

"What?"

"It's just… hah, well I just realized I've never had anyone over at the mansion since I got it for myself."

"Well, I don't have to be…" She said, putting her shoes back on.

"No!" He lunged out, grabbing her wrist again. "No, it's fine. Come on, the kitchen is this way." He said leading Ginny into his immense castle of a mansion.

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Gaby Weasley was late for defense against the dark arts.

Of course, she never cared before, but her professor already knew her and was already close and quite "friendly" with her aunt. So she could not sly away this time.

The bell had rung minutes ago and she was still sprinting down the stone steps, buttoning her top and tying up her hair. She had passed out after Quidditch practice. Skidding onto the second floor, she made a baseball slide to the classroom and flew in through the door.

"Sorry, professor, I'm late."

"And indeed you are, Miss Weasley. Please sit and get started. I am testing to see how much knowledge you already know. It won't count toward your grade but keep in mind that low grades will be taken into consideration for er… some help in this subject because you are in for a difficult year."

Gaby gaped at the tall blonde. "I was never told of a test, professor."

"Which is the point. I would like to see how much is in your head and not crammed in a minute before class."

From the corner of her eye, Gaby could see Spencer snickering, knowing very well who in the class will be failing the test.

As time flew by, Draco was quite entertained by the obscene faces Gaby was making behind the test.

"Time's up. Turn in your tests and read from page 16, silently." Draco called, collecting the pieces of parchment, eager to read Gaby's first.

Describe what the shield charm is and when it would be the best to use.

The shield charm is a charm to shield oneself. One can use this when one is fat and ugly and has nobody who is willing to save he/she. Especially when one is a she. What are knights in shining armor for, then? To protect a woman, to shield her from harm. That is when a shield charm can be used. It can also be used when one is being assaulted and sexually molested because nobody wants that to happen. Unless they are that sex-deprived and that desperate for some jamming. Which is just plainly pathetic.

What is the spell used to repel dementors?

The spell used to repel dementors is avada kedavra. Because that unspeakable spell can repel anything. I know from experience. Just kidding.

What is the correct method for ridding a boggart?

We once had a boggart in the closet and my mom freaked out so much because boggarts would scar "her beauty" and my dad was too lazy to do anything about it so my aunt had to go and get rid of it herself. Of course, I wasn't there when she actually did it because I was so small so my mom made me potato salad sandwiches in the kitchen as my aunt battled the boggart. So I'm sorry, I don't know the answer to this because I wasn't there then.

Describe a werewolf.

We learned about this in our third year. I remember because that was when Dan Billan and I snogged in Filch's broom closet but he walked in on us. This was also my first kiss, by the way, and we had detention for a week. And I failed the test on werewolves because I spent all the time with Dan. Which was so pointless because we broke up after one month. I found him cheating on me with Lisa Morgan, that little conniving bitch! But I don't mind, I knew she had a crush on him since probably our first year and to be honest, I only started dating Dan because I wanted to make her jealous because she stole my crackers one time at lunch. And my crackers are my crackers; nobody touches my crackers. Get your own goddamn crackers, merlins.

Describe the properties of a vampire

Yeah. I don't know any of this stuff, professor. Get me a tutor, but preferably a good looking male. Not my brother, even though I know he probably got a hundred percent on this (he did) because that's called incest.

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Draco snapped his neck up, his eyes slapping open painfully. All meetings at Hogwarts were extremely boring and the Head's meeting was no exception. Draco glanced around the classroom, met a sleepy eye of Spencer next to him and grinned a little; both acknowledging each other's silent words.

McGonagall stood up. "Now, could the head boy make any announcements?"

A brown haired boy with unruly curly locks who Draco could not recognize from anywhere, no matter how much he tried to remember, stood up from one end of the table and cleared his throat.

"Thank you, professor. Now I will try to be the least boring as possible. Apparently, the girl's bathroom on the fourth floor is a total mess. I'm not the right person to talk about this but uh, well, bottom line is that more girls are beginning to er… mature… and er… well go through… er… the uh, menstruation cycle before learning about it back at home and er… well, the point is that the bathrooms need cleaning and the girls need a brief lesson on the natural human cycle of puberty. Also two of the sinks are broken. And on the other side of the sexual genetics code, we have found the first year boys who have been launching paper missiles into the ivy vines that surround the school. They have received a brutal beating from me so it is all taken care of. And after prefects and heads reporting from duties around the school, we have all found that the unused History of Magic classroom and the unused Potions storage room have become a popular site for er… horny teenagers with a plethora of aphrodisiac lust in their premature bodies. Yes. I'm done."

Draco chuckled as the head boy sat down promptly and Professor McGonagall tried to cover up the awkward silence that followed his report.

"Who's that?" Draco leaned over to ask Spencer who was now dozing off in the chair next to him.

"The head boy?"

"Yeah. And why haven't I seen him before?"

"Oh you have, it's just that he's a metamorphmagus. He's a seventh year, Slytherin actually. The first Slytherin head boy for about a century. You don't even know the prefects and heads of your house?"

Draco scratched his neck, ashamed. "I'm… pretty out of it usually." He had never been fully awake in every single meeting and the whole teaching business had gone straight over his head. Sometimes, he woke up and got out of his room only to find students in the classroom, waiting for him.

"Oh yes. I can tell." Spencer snorted. "Anyways, everyone calls him Mike, don't ask him for his real name. One of the brightest guys Hogwarts has ever seen in since Dumbledore walked the halls."

Draco glanced at the curly haired boy again, who was leaning back in his chair, eyes closed, and Draco gave an impressed nod. "Ah. The lazy genius, eh."

"Maybe. McGonagall hates him though. She only gave him the head position because it was almost like an obligation to do so." Spencer sighed. "Ever since I was a first year here, Mike was always my hero. A metamorphmagus, the youngest registered animagus in Europe, never had to study for his O.W.L's and still got 12 Oustandings, a swift Quidditch player, good looking, everything. A perfect role model. No matter how much I work, I would never be as good as Mike." Spencer stared at the head boy admiringly.

"A little obsessed, aren't you?"

He nodded, sighing like a fan girl. "Who wouldn't be?"

"I bet he's got all the girls on his feet."

"Well, yes, of course, but problem is that we think he's gay."

Draco raised his eyebrows. "Gay?"

"He's never had a single girlfriend his whole Hogwarts career."

"Ah, he's probably just too good for one."

"Probably. Pity he's a Slytherin. No offense or anything, but you wouldn't think that this era's legend is a Slytherin."

Draco frowned. "There's nothing wrong with Slytherins!"

Spencer cleared his throat. "Yes. Yes."

"Hmph."

"Seeing at how many eyes are actually awake, I now dismiss this meeting. You may leave." Professor McGonagall scowled, pushing her chair in. Draco began to make his way to the head boy but he was already conversing with a striking girl who wore dramatic eye make up and a school skirt that was dangerously short. He walked over and stood waiting behind him.

"Ophelia, you're the prefect. You've got to stop messing around." The head boy mumbled in a low tone.

The girl smiled shamelessly. "Can't help it, big mama, I'm a woman full of love to share."

"Yes, but it's quite humiliating when I speak of teenagers with hyperactive hormones and those teenagers happen to be my own house's prefect. Get your act together and if you're going to go around having loads of raunchy sex everywhere, go find somewhere where nobody can find you."

"I'll try, mama."

"If I get another report about you, I'll have to get strict on you and gasp, maybe even give you detention from now on."

"Yes mama."

"I'm assigning you to duty with Spencer Weasley. The only decent prefect around here. Don't fool around, okay? Don't bring shame to the Slytherins."

"Yes, mama." She grumbled without really listening and left the room with her giggly blonde haired girlfriends.

"Hey, Mike?" Draco tapped the head boy on the shoulder which he lazily twisted his neck around. "Oh, Professor!" He bowed his head slightly yet managed to be quite polite. "How do you do?"

"Hey, man, nice to talk to you finally one to one. I heard great things about you." Draco beamed.

"Oh, well I've been meaning to speak to you too about loads of things."

"Yes, yes, well, we'll think about that another time. Do you have a moment? I heard you're an exceptional student and I was wondering if you'd like to be a tutor for a student of mine?"

Mike stared blankly back at Draco. "Uh… tutor?"

"Yeah. A student of mine completely failed her pre test. And this is O.W.L year for her. And knowing what a fantastic student you are and all…"

"Why… I don't know, professor, if I have the time and all for it… but…" Mike scratched his head, pausing.

Draco slapped him on the back. "But you're willing to help your head of the house out! Great! Come by my classroom this Friday at five. You're a good sport." Patting his back, Draco left the room before Mike could say anything.

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To: Miss Weasley

Due to your rather entertaining yet dismal pre test results, I have assigned a non-related tutor for you for tonight at five o'clock. Please come to my classroom promptly.

-Professor Malfoy.

Gaby shoved the note back into her pocket and stretched out on the grass under her tree. It was now 10:30 and she had not yet picked up her feet to the castle. Sighing she rolled around on the sharp grass, the night wind sweeping over her.

A slight clearing of a throat stopped her and she looked up. She could barely make out a figure of a raven haired boy with black square cut glasses and pale eyes, whom she had never seen at school before, stood above her smiling widely, his clean white teeth glimmering.

"Are you Gaby Weasley?"

"No. It's Yolanda. Gaby's horseback riding. She'll be back in about an hour. Would you like to leave a message?" She asked, sitting up.

"Could you tell her that her poor books have been abandoned as I found them strewn all over here next to you?"

"Oh yes, she is such a ditz at times!" Chuckling like an old British lady, she patted the grass next to her. "Would you like to sit a bit?"

"Why certainly." He sat, picking up the Defense against the dark arts textbook and flipping through the pages. "Ah, how swell to leave every page unmarked. A clean student, I can see off the bat."

"Oh yes, she has her brilliant moments."

"So tell me more of this Gabrielle Weasley. She's a good friend of yours, yes?" He asked, his eyes twinkling.

"One of the best. What more can I say? She's gorgeous, she's hilarious, a genius and the world's best Quidditch player." 'Yolanda' said, closing her eyes.

"Anything I should be aware of?"

She sat up. "She's flawless. And oh, gentle knight, why do you ask?"

"A man's curiosity never fades. So, G-Yolanda, what brings you out here in this busy afternoon?"

"My eyes were begging for a rest. I can't bear to think too much. My brain capacity is not very large. And you? Gentle knight, I don't even know your name!"

He smiled. "The name is Mike. But feel free to call me Sir Mike if it pleases you."

"Oh, it pleases me, Sir Mike." She giggled, daintily placing her hand over her lips.

"And so, m'lady, may I escort you back inside to our castle? The night is growing darker and I won't be able to be enchanted by your beauty in the black." He stretched out his hand, offering it to Gaby which she took graciously.

"Why of course, if you insist."

Walking back to the castle, Gaby suddenly realized that she had left her books at the tree. When she stopped walking, turning back to the tree, Mike laughed.

"Miss Weasley? I took the liberty of taking your books." Holding out 3 books, she blushed, taking them and stuffing them back into her bag.

"How did you know I would be outside?"

"Well, Professor Malfoy was going to wait for you but he happened to see you under the tree and sent me down to meet you. Defense against the dark arts, eh?"

"Ah yes, so you ARE my tutor then, I assume?"

"At your service."

"Well, Sir Mike, I'm quite glad I didn't get some jerkface. Or my brother."

"Spencer Weasley?"

"My one and only kin at this school."

Mike let out an "Ohhh" of realization. "I thought so because there aren't many Weasleys around. Twins, then, right? He's a good guy. The only decent prefect this year."

"You're a prefect too?"

"No, I just… have my connections." Mike said, smirking. Professor Malfoy was not the only one who didn't know who the Head Boy was.

"Ah, well, don't tell my brother I'm already failing a class. He never forgets about it for the rest of the year."

"Don't worry. This tutoring business will be strictly confidential."

Finally, reaching the steps of the school, they stopped and turned to face each other.

"And Lady Weasley, please don't forget about your lessons next week."

"Of course, humble knight. I will be seeing you again then next week at this time?"

"Certainly. Good day to you." He smiled, walking off in the opposite direction.

Chuckling, Gaby set off back to her dormitory.

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Standing in front of the unused History of Magic classroom, Spencer sighed. He hated doing so but the giggling and moaning was too much for just the first hour of his rounds. Pushing open the door, he looked away from the sight before him.

"Alright, playtime's over. Get back to your rooms and stay in there."

He listened, but he heard no shuffling of feet or rushed zipping of pants. Instead, he heard a girl giggle.

"Party pooper."

"Excuse me?" Spencer turned, insulted, only to turn back immediately, seeing the half naked couple on the desks.

"Can't you give us a bit more time? I'm only showing him a thing or two. It'll only be a minute." The girl said.

Spencer frowned. "Uh… no. It's past curfew. Shall I take off points too?"

"Ah, well, we certainly don't want that, do we? Okay. We'll go." Spencer could hear the girl whispering something as they slowly gathered their belongings.

The boy walked out, a pale, slightly scared looking redhead. After a few moments, the girl appeared, buttoning up her shirt.

"Okay. Hi. I'm Ophelia. Ready for rounds now?" She asked, sticking her hand out, flashing him her Prefect badge.

Spencer stared back at her dumbly.

"You mean you were the girl in the room?"

"Oh yes. We have our weekly lessons. You see, he's trying to get himself a girl in our house and I teach him every week how to do that. You saw him, he's a little awkward but very sexy when he wants to be. Ah, young love. Anyways, I'm really sorry this is how we end up meeting but it will happen again because he does pay me for his art of seduction lessons. Just a heads up, you know?" She said, winking.

"Yo-Thi- You can't do this! You're a prefect, nonetheless the prefect on duty. You're supposed to set the example."

"Oh, come off it, Hogwarts only has that stupid rule because they don't want to deal with some kind of teenage pregnancy or something. But see, little Scottie and I don't do that. I'm merely teaching him basic things, you know, like kissing, being on a date, etc."

Sighing, seeing that he was hopeless before her stubbornness, Spencer shook his head. "I am rendered speechless by your audacity."

Smiling charmingly, she stroked his cheek with her index finger, letting it drop. "And I by your naivety. Come on, Prefect, let's get the show on the road."

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Draco knocked on the door, the door that he now had an urge to call his second home.

"Yes, come in, Mr. Malfoy."

Draco made his grand entrance, grinning like a mad idiot.

"You know you don't have to knock every time you come over, right?" Ginny grumbled, wiping off the counter. Draco, after finding the passageway, became a midnight regular and even Ginny had begun to get used to his presence.

"Let me make you coffee."

"How many times do I have to tell you, professor, my kitchen is my kitchen."

"But, that day when you came over, you said I made terrific coffee!" Draco exclaimed.

"No, YOU said that you made terrific coffee and I could do nothing but just smile and nod."

"Really, Weasley, what did you think of it?" he challenged.

"Aromatic and bittersweet, but only because your coffee maker costs about as much as this country. It's actually too tangy at times and loses its volume too quickly. A bit boring. It becomes plain black water after it stops steaming. Uneven, too… need I say more? Even the twins make better coffee than you." Ginny replied, without a single moment of hesitation, sadistically grinning, watching Draco become disheartened at every word.

"I am crestfallen." Draco pouted.

"O, lo, I shed hot tears for thee."

"I just realized… that was the first time I ever made coffee for someone." Draco said, sitting down on his regular stool.

"Ah, looks like you've had many firsts with me, eh? First time inviting someone to your place, first time making coffee for someone, and first time… tasting REAL coffee here instead of the normal trash you make yourself." She replied, her eyes shining.

"Ah, there's one thing I haven't done with you."

"And?"

"Well… I've never kissed a Weasley before." He said, winking.

"And now you flirt." Ginny turned back to the coffee maker, pouring house coffee into a mug and passing it to Draco.

"I'm not flirting, I'm flattering! You know how little I get paid at Hogwarts and being a frequent customer of yours isn't helping me make ends meet…" Draco stumbled off with his words, taking a sip.

Ginny burst out into laughter. "You live in a mansion, Malfoy. And lo and behold, why do you think I haven't kicked you out of this place by now? Half my profits come from you. You'll never be getting free drinks from me."

"We'll see about that."

"Moving on, how is school? Maybe it's because they're in their fifth year but the twins rarely come now."

"Oh, yes, did you know that the head boy this year is from MY house? A Slytherin? Our very own Slytherin is the genius of the school. Isn't that simply amazing?" Draco beamed.

Ginny stared at him, gaping. "No, Malfoy, what's more amazing is that you never knew that. A student from your own house is Head Boy and you find out now? Do you know ANYTHING that goes on in the school?"

"Nope. I sometimes don't even know my own schedule. I have to ask the kids in the classroom what year they're in. Or even once, I came back from jogging in the morning, only to find a classroom full of third years. I realized that I really should not be dozing off during the staff meetings."

"Um… yes, I quite agree with you there."

"Well, anyways, this head boy, man, I am so proud of him. In fact, he's Gaby's defense against the dark arts tutor."

Ginny blinked blankly. "Gaby has a tutor? And I never heard of this?"

Draco sat, his mouth hanging open. "Shit."

"GABY HAS A TUTOR? IT'S ONLY BEEN A WEEK AND A HALF OF SCHOOL AND SHE'S ALREADY FAILING?"

"Well, that secret's blown. Might as well mention how she didn't exactly show up."

"SHE DIDN'T SHOW UP? THAT'S it. Mr. Malfoy, next time you show up here, make sure that you bring Gaby along as well. I need to have a little chat with her." Ginny said, seething.

"Come on now, calm down. She just came in late for the pretest and didn't do as well so I just recommended one…"

"If you're not bringing her here, I'll be going over there." Ginny said, stalking toward the counter door and entering the other side. Draco reached over to try to stop her.

"Come on, it's not a big deal."

"It wouldn't have been if she didn't try to make this all HUSH HUSH business. And to be failing in the first week of school, that's pathetic." Ginny fumed, whipping her apron off and throwing it where ever it landed.

From then, things happened too quickly for it to sink into Draco that her apron had unfortunately found its target to be Draco's mug, which toppled over, spilling all over the floor. Draco had back away from the waterfall of black liquid quick enough but before he knew it Ginny was speeding right by him, one foot landing into the puddle as Ginny fell backwards in slow motion. Working on impulse, Draco slid down to the ground face first, soaking his shirt in scorching hot coffee as Ginny tumbled gracefully (and quite comically) on top of him.

Draco screamed out in pain, he could feel the little hairs on his chest sizzling.

Ginny lifted herself up enough for Draco to flip his body so that he could feel his nose which had previously just been smashed into the ground.

"Thank you." She sighed, trying her best to stifle a giggle that she felt coming.

"You. Are. Very. Welcome." Draco groaned, glaring up at Ginny, biting her lip, and sighing. He propped himself up, but came face to face with Ginny who was too busy trying not to laugh that she didn't realize how close he was.

Sitting in the pool of coffee, feeling pain in every body part of his, nothing looked more beautiful than the disheveled Ginny Weasley who sat before him. His instincts as a man led him to lean in… slowly… he pulled himself up more using his arms until he could breath the same air that she exhaled. She stopped inwardly chuckling, realizing that Draco Malfoy was going to kiss her any second. Extending his arm off the ground, he went in for the kiss, his target: her slightly parted lips….

BAM

His arms gave out below him and Draco slipped back, his back falling hard onto the ground again, and this time, he swore he heard a crack.

Ginny could no longer hold it in and she burst into a fit of uncontrollable laughter.

The moment of intensity that they had shared just a second ago had evaporated as Draco lay writing in agony while Ginny watched in pure mirth.

She walked back behind the counter to retrieve a towel which she handed to him over the counter.

"Here you go… although I'm not quite sure how much it'd help…"

"Th-thank you. Yes, thank you very much for your concern."

Draco sat up, this time successfully, and reached up to grab the towel. Slowly, he peeled off his shirt which was sticking to him like scalding hot Velcro. Smirking, he stood up, knowing that she would be sure to get an incredible view of his body and she would stop her incessant giggling, rendered speechless.

But as he did so, another surprise came blasting in as the wooden doors to her shop swung open and a tall man, dressed in a muggle's suit attire barged in.

"Ginny."

Draco stared at this man blankly, who was on the other hand ignoring the half naked Draco completely.

"Jake?" Ginny scuffled out from behind the counter.

"I'm back."

"Well, obviously, but what are you doing here?"

"I'm back and I don't care what father thinks. I missed you." Jack swiftly strode toward her, embracing her into a very sudden kiss. Draco stared awkwardly, shirtless and forgotten, not knowing what to say anymore.

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As you see, now I'm desperate for a story. And it's been so long since I last updated, and I'm really really sorry. I've been away from this site because it's way too addictive and I needed to try to raise my grades up but it's already the end of the school year and it's already pretty hopeless so… yes. Here we go! But I sat in front of the computer for the longest time trying to pull out a chapter from my ass and this is the best I could find.

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GIVE ME IDEAS!

BECAUSE AS YOU CAN SEE, I'M SORT OF RUNNING OUT OF THEM.

LET ME JUST SAY THAT JAKE IS GINNY'S BOYFRIEND WHO HAS BEEN AWAY IN ANOTHER COUNTRY FAR OFF SOMEWHERE AND HE IS THE MINISTER'S SON.

AND I'M STUCK AFTER THAT. SO YES. PLEASE PLEASE HELP ME THINK.

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