Author's Note: Chapter four already? I know you're probably impatient for Inuyasha and Kagome to get together, but I can't let that happen just yet. There's so much more going on than just them. Don't give up on me yet, I promise this will be worth it. I have to build up to it! There's no point in writing this for me if I don't have a great plot. You'll see…

June, 2013

On the Rocks
Chapter Four: Home
Ki Ai Sky

The box landed loudly with a clang on the hardwood floor, sending dust particles flying all around it. It was one of several sitting in the empty dining room that was adjacent to the small, recently remodeled kitchen.

"Whew!" Kagome sighed, the weight of the heavy cardboard box finally gone. She felt like she'd been carrying them all day and hadn't put one down. This of course wasn't true, as the ground was covered in boxes labeled for their specific destination. The one she had just set down was labeled KITCHEN, and from the racket it made when she'd set it down she was able to assume it was her pots and pans and the silverware.

She'd been carefully unpacking their belongings from the moving van for the past three hours. In order to save money, Rin and Kagome decided it would be easiest if they just moved themselves instead of paying for professional movers. Kagome was beginning to regret their economic decision as the ache in her muscles was setting in.

She looked around. At least we're making progress, she thought cheerfully. Some manual labor wasn't enough to ruin this day for her.

Rin and Kagome had signed the lease on the townhome last week. They had fallen in love with the house when they'd first visited it three weeks prior. Mama, however, wasn't ready to let her girls jump into a decision without looking at other options. None of the other potential residences stood out to them quite like this one had. It was an older, smaller home, but it had character. It had been remodeled and updated not too long ago, so it wasn't too dated. They felt like they could really be happy there and make it their own.

The walls of the dining room were freshly painted, a light spring green color that wasn't too overwhelming. The subtle cheeriness brightened the small space considerably. The small dining table was still in the van.

Maybe we will need Souta's help after all, Kagome grimaced as she recalled how heavy the lightly used table was when they'd loaded it into the van.

Souta was at home studying for his final exams, nearly finished with his junior year of high school. It was hard for her to believe that her annoying little brother had grown up so much and so quickly. He'd had a growth spurt a few years back. She was disappointed that he was well over a head taller than her now. Time really does fly, she thought sadly.

She turned at the sound of approaching footsteps to see her mother carrying a rather large box, looking as though she were about to topple over at any moment. Kagome ran over, taking one end.

"Jeez, Mama, don't take the heavy ones all by yourself!" Kagome scolded with narrowed eyes. The last thing she wanted was for her hardworking mother to strain or hurt herself trying to carry things that were way too heavy for her.

"Hush, Kagome, I'm not that old," Mama smiled in response once they'd set it next to Kagome's previous box.

Kagome didn't understand why her mother always smiled when Kagome worried over her. She supposed she never would, but that wouldn't stop her. Mama was one of few people she had left in her life, and she would do anything for her.

The short-haired, middle-aged woman ran the back of her hand over her brow, wiping the sweat. It was a hot day in late May, signaling that summer was just around the corner. The trio was grateful that it hadn't rained that day, but none of them had said it out loud in fear of jinxing themselves. The weeks of torrential downpour had finally begun to break, which surely had to be a good omen for the two young women moving and beginning their lives on their own.

"I never said that!" Kagome frowned.

"It was implied, dear," Mama waved her daughter off with her hand as she headed back to the van to get the next round.

Rin came in the door next with a laundry basket full of clean clothes. Kagome raised an eyebrow at the basket. It was Rin's basket, but Kagome saw several of her own clothing items in it. She decided against saying anything about it. There was too much to do to start bickering over simple things like that. Besides, she would just steal them right back.

She watched her older cousin trek up the creaky staircase to what would be her bedroom on the right. The house had three bedrooms, one full bathroom, and one half-bathroom. It was the perfect house for the two of them. They had no need for anything any bigger, not that money would be much of an issue.

Kagome headed back to the van and took another box, labeled KAGOME. She brought it up and set it in her bedroom. The afternoon sun was pouring in the large windows, casting a warm glow on her baby blue walls. She was suddenly very glad for Mama's suggestion for the color. It reminded her of a cloudless sky and made her smile.

She set the box on top of one of its companions, knowing that she would have to come back to unpack her personal belongings later, which might drag onto the next few days. Between unpacking and work, she knew that she would be busy for the next few days. Kagome went back downstairs, joining the rest of her family.

Rin and Mama were maneuvering the table through the door, trying to get it in without having to remove the legs.

"Let me help!" Kagome jumped in, grabbing an end of the heavy, light oak table.

The table would fit, but they needed to be careful to not scratch it or the wood floors. After several minutes of twisting and lifting, they were able to set it down. Kagome and Rin took seats on the matching chairs, feigning exhaustion. They had accomplished a lot in three hours; moving everything into the large moving van, driving over, and unpacking more than two thirds of their belongings.

Because most of their major things were used, they had plenty of money left in their budget to decorate and finish making the townhouse their home. Kagome and Rin had different tastes, but they both loved the brightness that they were insistent on building.

Mama stood before them both, hands on her hips as she looked down on them. Her dark eyes were red, as though they were on the brink of tears.

"Are you okay, Aunt Mikoto?" Rin asked.

"Oh, I'm fine girls," Mama rubbed her eyes gently with her hands as she sniffled.

"Mama?"

"I'm just so proud," Mama smiled as tears began to flow slowly.

Kagome returned the smile, a fullness settling on her heart.

"Your father would be proud of you too, the both of you. And, Rin, I know your parents would be too. Our babies are growing up and into such fine, hardworking women."

"I know they would be," Rin began to tear up, Kagome noticed.

"If they were here, they would be helping us. Moving boxes, unpacking. Worrying over you both just as I am right now," Mama laughed softly, her tears finally ceasing. "Akane would be outside, trimming back the garden and planting the herbs she loved so much. I know Kagome would have appreciated that. Jiro would have been fussing over the deadbolt, insisting that it wasn't safe enough. He might have even installed an alarm system."

Kagome looked over at her cousin at the mention of her long gone-but not forgotten-parents. Rin was lightly crying. Kagome could only assume she was wishing they were there, because that was exactly how she was feeling about her father.

"My dear Kaito… he would have been building something for you girls. Some shelves or hooks for the bathrooms…" Mama smiled, thinking fondly of the man she first fell in love with and would always love.

"Oh Mama," Kagome said, as she got up and embraced her mother in a tight hug.

She'd never considered how her mother would handle their leaving. She'd lost two of the people she loved most in the world, her sister and her husband. Now her daughter and niece (who she loved as much as her own daughter) were leaving her, though not for good. The house would be so big, and so empty without Kagome and Rin to liven the place. Souta was always with friends or baseball practice. Mama would be so lonely.

Rin's arms joined in the hug, trying to show her aunt how much she loved her too.

Mama let them hug her for several moments before she gently signaled that she was fine.

"They would be so proud of you girls, and I'm sure they're watching over us all. I know they're rooting for us. They're probably a little glad they don't have to carry boxes!" Mama tried to lighten the mood with her humor.

Kagome shook her head and rolled her eyes. Typical Mama.

ON THE ROCKS

It was late in the evening when the moving van was finally empty and the cozy townhouse was full of Kagome and Rin's possessions. The two stood in their doorway, saying goodbye to Mama.

"You girls will be back next Sunday, right?" the short-haired woman asked for the fifth time that day. Mama eyed them suspiciously, as if she didn't believe they would do as they said. Of course, she'd raised them right, and they would never go back on their words.

"We will!" both girls said in unison, rolling their eyes. They'd been answering this question all day and had had just about enough.

"Good. That home is just too empty without the both of you."

"We're only a few minutes away, so don't act like you're never going to see us again," Kagome pointed out.

"I know, but you know what they say… 'Home is where the heart is'. How can that be home without two thirds of my heart there?" Mama frowned, looking between them both.

Kagome hugged her mother and pressed a kiss to her cheek.

"We're going to be back all of the time. You'll see," Kagome insisted.

"Call either one of us if you're lonely, and we'll come over for Girls' Night," Rin hugged Mama too.

"I'll hold you to that," Mama smiled. "Goodbye girls, I love you."

"Love you too," they said in sync again. They looked at each other and laughed.

Kagome closed the door after Mama had walked back to her car. Rin was in the kitchen, rummaging through boxes, looking for something in particular. Kagome had a pretty good guess as to what.

"Margarita time," Kagome grinned as she saw her cousin holding up their blender.

"Hell yeah," Rin grinned back.

Together they scrounged through their KITCHEN boxes, hunting down their fancy margarita glasses, tequila, and strawberry flavored mixing ingredients.

Kagome had taken a bartending class a few years back as something to put on her resume, and she liked to put those skills to personal use, making fancy drinks and garnishes for the two of them.

Rin grabbed some of the ice out of the freezer and poured several cubes into the blender, and Kagome mixed the strawberry concentrate with the liquor.

"How smashed are we intending on getting?" Kagome asked her cousin, trying to decide how much of the tequila to put in.

"Happily tipsy," Rin answered. "I want to have a nice buzz, but I don't want to hurt in the morning."

"Coming right up."

Kagome turned on the blender and watched as the blades destroyed the ice cubes in a flurry of crimson sugar. She wished she had the sugar the liked for the rims of the glasses, but she supposed they would have to do without.

After the hectic day they'd had, a little alcohol would go a long way to make their continued efforts in unpacking a tab more bearable. She poured the blended drinks into their glasses and handed one to Rin.

They clanked glasses and took large sips.

"Ow, brain freeze," Kagome groaned as the ice-induced pain jolted through her head. She knew better than to down cold drinks quickly.

Serves me right, dammit, she grimaced as the pain subsided.

Working with food and having studied it for years, she expected more of herself than to have a brain freeze!

The harsh burn of the tequila ran down her throat, numbing her previous pain.

Kagome stretched out her legs, sitting next to Rin on the couch. Her limbs were starting to ache already from the hard day's work, but there was still so much more to do before she could consider going to bed. She hoped they could at least unpack her kitchen items. Those were the most important to her, obviously. Rin, more likely than not, would be of little help there. Her cousin would prefer to unpack her bedroom items. Too bad for her, Kagome wasn't letting her off the hook that easy.

"Let's try to get the kitchen done, okay?" Kagome nudged Rin with her elbow.

"Really? The kitchen first?" Rin frowned. "Why does it have to be your kitchen things that are first?"

Typical, Kagome chuckled to herself as she stood up, careful not to spill her drink.

"I'll bribe you. I'll make you lunch to take with you on Monday," the grey-eyed woman tried. She knew her cousin would be hard pressed to turn down one of Kagome's delicious meals.

"Good try, Kags, but I don't need it," Rin grinned widely.

Rin's expression caused Kagome to raise an eyebrow. This was peculiar behavior for the older woman. Rin didn't want- no- didn't need a special Kagome lunch?

"Spill," Kagome narrowed her eyes, watching the other woman take a large sip. Something was up, and Kagome didn't like being kept in the dark, especially where Rin was concerned.

Rin blushed and grinned again.

"Remember when I told you about my lunch with Sesshomaru a few weeks ago?"

"Yeah…"

"Well, we've been having lunch and coffee nearly every day since."

"Wait, you've been hanging out with this guy for the past three weeks? And you didn't even tell me?" Kagome was feeling slighted. Rin never kept secrets from her; this guy must be something special to have been the cause of secrets.

The two told each other everything, from the small insignificant details of their days to the major life-altering events. When Rin lost her virginity to a young wolf demon named Kai when she was seventeen, Rin had rushed to tell Kagome about the incident. When Kagome's long term boyfriend, Akitoki, broke up with her, Rin was the first one Kagome had turned to. They'd shared absolutely everything with one another; that was how it had been since Rin had joined the immediate family.

"I don't know, I didn't want to jinx it, ya know?" Rin said lamely.

"Jinx what, Rin?" Kagome glared at her. Rin was in trouble; Kagome wasn't one to forgive easily.

"I really like him, Kags… He's so… unique," she struggled to describe the dog demon. "He comes to get me every day, and we get lunch or coffee. We talk, and it's special. I feel like he really cares about what I say, like it's not going in one ear and out the other. He gets me…"

"So what's so special about him though?" Any guy could listen. Any guy could pretend to give a fuck.

"There's this constant chemistry there, but he won't act on it. He doesn't touch me if he doesn't have to. He hasn't asked me out. I don't think he's seeing anyone, but these days how can you be sure?" Rin furrowed her brow in frustration.

"If you like him, why don't you ask him out?" Kagome asked. This was the twenty-first century, after all. Who said a woman couldn't ask a man on a date? "Sometimes men like when women make the first move!"

"No, I can't do that!" Rin waved her arms exaggeratedly, indicating the depth of her 'no'. "Sesshomaru… He wouldn't take well to that…"

"So, lemme get this straight. You like him, and he likes you?" Kagome tried to clarify. This was a bit annoying in her opinion. Rin was acting like a teenage girl with a crush, too scared to do anything about it.

"I think so. I mean, why else would he spend time with me so often?"

"Okay, so you are clearly attracted to one another, but neither one of you seem to have any interest in making a move."

"Basically…"

Kagome rolled her eyes in an exaggerated fashion. Fucking kids, she thought bitterly.

There was real chemistry between them, but they were too chicken to do anything about it. It was hard enough to find someone in today's world that one could really connect with. Rin had found it but was strongly refusing to take action.

Kagome was jealous. Rin had a man that could potentially make her happy, and Kagome didn't. Sure, she'd dated around a little bit, but frankly she was tired of the losers she'd met. Kagome tipped her head back and downed the rest of her slightly melted margarita and set the glass down.

Fuck casual dating, it's gotten me nowhere lately.

"I don't know, Kagome. I'm just going to ride it out and see where it goes," Rin sighed. "What about you? How are things with your guy?"

Kagome groaned loudly and buried her face in her hands.

"That good?"

"No, it was terrible," she leaned her head on her cousin's shoulder. "I mean, Hojo was nice and he was fairly good looking, but he was so boring!"

"Boring how?"

"Everything about him! He worked as an accountant for a computer company, which is dull in itself. He had no opinions on anything. Not politics, not movies, not anything! I even went so far as to try to talk about sports, but he didn't seem to care about any of them. His personality was so bland… I was terrified to even think about how unexciting he would be in bed."

Rin noticeably winced; a boring screw was even worse than a bad one.

"I'm taking a break, Rin. The last five guys have all been disappointments. I really am just going to focus on work. I know what my priorities are, and I'm going to take care of me. I'm young and I don't need a man."

"Independent woman- I like that in a girl," Rin said playfully.

"Oh, shut up."

Kagome shoved at Rin, almost causing the other girl to spill what was left of her drink. They both laughed and smiled.

Kagome looked around, taking in their new home again. This was theirs; this was their home.

"Can you believe it's all ours?" Rin asked, obviously thinking along the same lines as Kagome.

"Hardly. I'm sure the reality will set in once our bank accounts are feeling the hurt of the first month's rent and utilities," the grey-eyed chef said grimly.

"I'm not worried about that part; you know that our paychecks are more than enough to cover that. I'm just stunned that this is our house. We're free and on our own."

"I thought that once before, and I just can't get excited yet."

"What do you mean?"

Kagome grimaced as the painful memories resurfaced.

FLASHBACK

She slammed the door behind her, setting her keys on the table. She shrugged off her coat, laying it over the back of one of the chairs. She took her gloves and scarf off and put them next to her keys.

"Angelique?" the stormy-eyed young woman called out.

There was no answer; her French roommate must be out again. They were in the same culinary program, but they didn't get along well. Kagome found it best to stay out of her bitchy roommate's way.

The Japanese-American young woman lay down on the small couch. It had been a very long, stressful day working under Carlo. The master chef had taken Kagome under her wing, overseeing her Italian apprenticeship. She had impressed the older gentleman with her display of diverse cuisine, which she had served at her individual booth on the night of the Spettacolo Maestri- an organized function where culinary students showed their skills and master Italian chefs chose their apprentices. This was a unique program that Kagome was very privileged to partake in.

Today, Carlo had been particularly crotchety, demanding much from her. It had been the hardest day so far in her five months abroad. It was the beginning of December, and the hordes of tourists were a nightmare.

It was hard to believe it had been five months- it felt like so much longer. She worked long hours, frequently sixteen-hour shifts, day after day. But damn was she learning… She was soaking up culinary expertise like a sponge. She was quick with a knife and had a palate that demanded perfection. If Carlo wasn't hard enough on her cooking, she certainly was.

She only had three more months until she had graduated from her apprenticeship, able to return home to Chicago and hopefully get a job in an upscale restaurant. Her dreams were going to be in her grasp someday.

Her cell phone vibrated angrily in her pocket, demanding her attention. She groaned, wondering who could possibly want something from her at this hour. She looked at the caller ID, seeing that it was her mother. It was only the early evening there, so she figured her mother simply forgot about the seven hour time difference.

"Hey Mama," Kagome answered sleepily. "It's been a really long day, can I call you back tomorrow?"

"I don't think… that would be a good idea," her mother's voice sounded strained and peculiar. Kagome didn't like it. She sat up on the couch immediately.

"Mama… Are you okay?" Kagome asked, the concern in her voice obvious.

"I…" Mama hesitated, a loud sob escaped the older Higurashi's throat.

"Mama?" Kagome asked, panic starting to flood into her veins. Mama never cried, not over the phone without a good reason.

"Your father… is gone."

"Gone…?" Kagome repeated, stunned. What did she mean by gone? Mama and Papa didn't fight, they were happy. He wouldn't leave her. He couldn't be… no…

"Oh Kagome," Mama cried heavily into the phone, wailing with despair.

Kagome's face crumpled, her bottom lip trembling and the tears welled and fell from her eyes. She choked out a sob of her own, as she began to cry. She clutched her chest, trying to keep herself from falling to pieces, but it was a battle she would soon lose.

Her father was dead.

Carlo booked the first flight out of Italy, nonstop to Chicago for her. She tried to refuse, but her master told her to accept an old man's kindness. She wore her clothes for the wake, knowing that she would run from the airport directly there. She knew she looked like crap, but she didn't care. No one would.

Rin and Souta picked Kagome up, their faces equally as sorrowful as her own. They'd lost their father too. The trio hugged tightly, happy to be reunited, but they wished under different circumstances.

The wake was hard. There were so many people that Kagome barely knew; so many people that apparently knew her, but she couldn't remember any of them. Family and family friends, her fathers' coworkers at the office- all of them came up to the family and expressed their condolences.

No matter what anyone said, it wouldn't bring Papa back.

People shared memories and laughs, but Kagome couldn't smile. She was so angry, not with her father, but with herself. She couldn't remember the last time they'd talked. She'd been meaning to call him back for over a week, but she just hadn't gotten around to it. She'd been so busy and the time difference made it even harder.

She felt the tears slide down her cheeks again, and she bit down on her tongue. She missed her Papa. She missed asking him about his day and how business was going. She missed feeding him new recipes and getting his advice. She missed him telling her not to stay up too late at night because she had things to do the next day. She missed the way he wouldn't let her leave or say goodnight without giving him a kiss on the cheek or a hug. She missed him, and she knew she always would.

None of them were prepared for the loss. His heart attack had been so sudden, there was no preexisting condition or symptoms that could have altered them to what was to come. One day he was out in the yard, putting up Christmas lights, the next he was gone.

Mama looked lost. Kagome could barely look at her mother without tearing up again. Her mother had always been such a happy and loving person, and to see her so broken made Kagome question whether or not this world had any good left in it.

She knew that wasn't true, but her sadness overwhelmed any other thoughts she might have had on the matter.

Kagome's things arrived in the mail, and she was grateful that she didn't bring much with her during her time abroad. Carlo sent a handwritten letter along with her belongings. He explained that though she hadn't officially completed her apprenticeship in Italy, he would vouch for her skills and expertise in the culinary arts. He ensured her that she had successfully proven herself a worthy chef, and he said he would make sure the school sent her the completed degree.

He also included a letter of recommendation, which he hoped she would use at one particular restaurant that a close friend of his owned. Kagome responded with her own letter thanking the older man for everything he had done for her. She promised to visit someday in the future.

The decision to move back was her own- her family needed her even though they wouldn't say it to her. Rin was struggling through finishing everything for her nursing degree, and poor Souta was just starting high school. Mama needed to go back to working full time in order to pay the bills and mortgage. Papa left them a decent amount of money, but Mama knew it wouldn't last long with Souta soon off to college too. Kagome knew she was needed there, to help out and to cook for them. She was a second mother, in a way.

She'd taken up Carlo's suggestion and was hired at an amazing Italian restaurant. She loved her job, but she wished that things had turned out differently.

END FLASHBACK

"In Italy, I thought I was on my own. I don't mean to sound like a downer, but I don't think this will last, Rin," Kagome sighed. She shook her head. "Chances are, Mama's house will burn down and her and Souta will move in with us."

"Don't fucking say that!" Rin shouted at her younger cousin. "Knock on wood."

Kagome did as her cousin bid, tapping on the wooden end table beside her. Rin dug her elbow into her side, almost painfully. Not that Rin was normally violent, but the margaritas were strong and she was annoyed.

"Ow!" Kagome exclaimed, leaning away from her.

"Your father's death was hard on us all, so don't even try to blame that for your loss of freedom. You chose to be here for your family, remember?"

"I know, I know. You're right, Rin. I'm sorry," Kagome looked away.

She wasn't sure when she'd started being a pessimist, but she knew it wasn't good for her or those around her. She tried her best to keep it to herself, but sometimes she couldn't deal.

Rin stood up, deciding that their conversation was headed nowhere. She tore the tape off of the box closest to her, opening it up. Inside she found the delicate place settings that Mama had made for the girls during her spare time. They were a shimmering white lace, where Mama's skill was obvious. Rin placed them on the dining table in front of the chairs.

Kagome joined her cousin in unpacking, finding a box full of silverware and sterling silver cooking utensils.

"So wait, Sesshomaru was the silver asshole's brother?"

"Yeah, his name is Inuyasha. He's a hanyou, and he's actually not so bad," Rin spoke up so Kagome could hear her in the other room.

"Oh really?"

Hanyou? Kagome thought internally. Half-demons weren't necessarily common, but their numbers were increasing steadily as tolerance grew. People were becoming less racist in the modern age, but there were still some who saw mixed races as unequal in many ways. Clearly, that wasn't true. Kagome had no qualms with half-demons. They were people too.

"He apologized to me the next time I saw him. He was just pissy that day. He's a good guy, actually. A little crass, yeah, but you should see him with the kids. He's a pediatric specialist."

Kagome placed the spoons, forks, and knives in their respective places in the drawer organizer as she listened to the brown-eyed woman speak of her colleagues.

"He's got this super sexy girlfriend that came to visit him the other day. She's got to be a movie star or something," Rin rambled on and on. "Sesshomaru doesn't seem to care for the woman, but he won't explain why. Maybe he's just the protective older brother type?"

"You're still not going to ask him out?" Kagome changed the direction of the conversation.

Her cousin needed some happiness, and Kagome would push her to obtain it. Rin was a strong, beautiful woman. She didn't need to wait for the guy.

"God dammit Kagome, no!" Rin shrieked.

Kagome chuckled to herself. She turned and plugged her iPhone into the speaker they had set up earlier to play some background music. She pressed shuffle, and she went back to her musings as she continued to put away the pieces of her kitchen.

"When I was younger you would tell me…" Kagome sang along softly to herself. "…that I should wait to grow up."

She set down the handful of metal on the countertop, listening. This song always made her cry, but she loved it nonetheless. Her Papa used to tell her that all of the time. That she should enjoy her life and youth, live fully and happily. She'd spent so much time working on her career and learning that she found herself living in a circle. Work and study, work and study. She'd made no social progress. She had a few friends, but they were busy with their lives.

"...that things don't always go as planned."

Boy was that true. She didn't think she'd have been living at home again. She didn't think she'd be giving up her apprenticeship to stay with her family and take care of them. She didn't think her father would leave so quickly.

"At least you didn't, didn't feel a thing."

She didn't feel a thing. Not anymore. She was numb to the pain and loss. She'd lost her father, her independence, her livelihood in some ways. She had lost her dream, the life she wanted. She wasn't selfish, really. She was happy now, but she couldn't help but feel a little regret and sadness.

She inhaled deeply, holding the air in her lungs until it burned, and released it audibly.

Stop it, she told herself. She was going to be happy. Things were going to be fine- no, they were going to be great. She was living with Rin, she was close to her dream job. Mama and Souta were nearby. So she didn't have a man in her life. That wasn't important! She could have one if she tried. She wasn't interested.

"When I die I'll be fine, cause I know you're always there. When I die, I'm alright, cause I know you'll be there. You are home."

A/N: Song is When I Die by New Found Glory. This chapter was mostly to get to know Kagome's past and character. She abandoned her dream to help her family after her father died. She is pessimistic that things will work out as perfectly as Rin thinks they will. I know there wasn't anything with Kagome/Inuyasha or Rin/Sesshomaru. The next chapter will be very promising as far as that is concerned. Thanks for reading!

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