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Chapter Three

After it seemed like all introductions had been made, Bella concentrated on eating her lunch before it went cold. Five bites in and her plans to eat her meal without looking up so that she wouldn't rudely stare at how much the others consumed were ruined.

"You're in my seat," A deep voice growled at her back.

The animalistic sound sent a shiver of arousal traveling down Bella's spine causing the young witch to frown at herself for having such a strong reaction to a growl.

"It's unhealthy to be so territorial over a particular seat. Consider this a lesson in letting go," She remarked in a rather bored, if not slightly bitchy, tone just before she took a nonchalant sip of her iced tea.

A choking noise came from Seth as soon as she finished her rather confrontational statement. Across from her Jake started making frantic throat slashing motions with his hands in an attempt to get her to shut up. Apparently this guy scared them so she was just supposed to roll over and let him boss her around too.

Not happening.

"What if I don't want to?"

"Tough cookie. I was here first. I'm not moving. Either sit in the perfectly functional open space beside me or go somewhere else. I don't care."

The eyes of everyone at the table were darting from her to the man at her back, obviously enjoying the free show just as much as their lunch.

"Chief's daughter is feisty," The voice chuckled huskily as it slid into the open seat beside her.

A hot arm brushed against hers as he sat. The move felt deliberate... if not a bit sensuous. Her body temperature rose from the man's close proximity. The heady, musky scent rolling off of him and wafting in her direction made her mouth water and her breath hitch a bit. As she got another whiff, she had to squash down the sudden desire to moan like one of Reid's wanton little whores.

"Only when necessary," Bella retorted as she finally gave into the urge to turn and check sexy voice out.

And boy was Bella glad that she stopped resisting the urge. He looked just as good, if not better than all the other men at the table.

Her warm brown eyes first met a naked torso with skin the color of dark honey stretched tautly across swelled muscles. The arm closest to her had to be as thick as her thigh. Bella's wide eyes trailed a path from the intricate tribal tattoo on his bicep up to a set of shoulders twice as broad as her own and across to his thickly corded neck. Looking up into his face, Bella noted that his chiseled features were trapped somewhere between respect and amusement. The nostrils of his slightly crooked patrician nose were flaring as he drew in deep breaths. His overly full lips were curling into a panty-dropping smirk on one side that made the cleft in his chin more prominent. And his eyes... Those dark, steel grey orbs glinted with a smidgen of admiration as they followed the lines of her body up until they finally met her own.

As soon as her eyes locked with his, everyone else in the crowded and noisy back yard sank away. All that existed in Bella's world was this handsome man that dwarfed her petite frame in every way possible. She watched as the respect and wry amusement in his eyes turned to shock then to awe before finally settling on appreciation.

Bella didn't understand how an eye-color that tended to be quite unforgiving could display such a wide range of emotions so blatantly on this man. But, all the same, she immediately loved that his eyes were so open and soulful. She'd never have to guess. If she really wanted to know how he felt about something, all she'd have to do is look into those dark eyes and his every emotion would be there for her to read.

"I'm Paul Lahote."

Bella blinked a few times as she came out of her daze. She blushed and looked away, embarrassed to have been ogling him in such a blatant manner.

"Bella Swan," she responded as she hastily turned back to her forgotten food and began eating.

The young witch noted that the atmosphere around the table suddenly went from playful to serious after her and Paul had their little impromptu staring contest. The native men and women around her kept exchanging meaningful glances. The slight nods, eye-brow raises, and lip quirks they shared were reminding Bella of when she and the sons had to communicate without being overheard or risking the exposure that came with a telepathic link. She had no frickin clue what they didn't want her to overhear them discussing, but whatever this secret was made the following ten minutes of silence pass slower than molasses.

If that wasn't bad enough, the quiet gave Bella plenty of time to think and analyze then re-analyze her reaction to Paul. She'd actually started daydreaming about his eyes and admiring how expressive they were. It was insane to feel that way about someone she'd just met. Bella'd never had that strong of a connection with a virtual stranger before. Never. It was...weird and it sort of freaked her out just a tad.

He is sex on legs, She admitted to herself as an excuse. Her eyes drifted in his direction in response to her thoughts. She immediately dropped them back down to her plate when she noticed then gave herself a few mental slaps. No need getting all goo-goo eyed over a man you've exchanged all of ten sentences with, Swan, she reprimanded. You remember the disasters that were your past relationships- Aaron Abbot the wannabe rapist, Edward the stalker vampire, chastity belt Christian, and one date with the pretty but psychotic Chase Collins. You don't judge men by looks anymore. Now they have to prove they have a bit of fluff up top or you'll never let him score a date. Then if said man wants another date he also has to be able to accept the fact that your four best friends are males you spend an unnatural amount of time holed up with in secret. Oh! And don't forget that thanks to the male ego, if you actually want to marry a man then it'll take a special one to learn the big family secret without feeling intimidated by your power. It'll take an even more special one with a very, very open mind not to run in the opposite direction screaming something along the lines of 'Witch! Get the crucifix ready! Burn her!'

Bella let out a heavy sigh in response to her thoughts. Sometimes, she really hated when she talked sense into herself. But it was a necessary evil when she felt as if she were a mere five seconds away from humping the leg of a complete stranger in front of a large audience. Resigned, Bella did her best to ignore her bodies response and the person causing said response until she could confirm whether this...Paul.. was even worth her time.

Easier said than done, of course.

Bella had to forcibly stop herself from turning to look at Paul several times. And boy did she find that hard. It was like a nagging sensation...telling her to admire his gorgeous body, to touch his rippling muscles, and to kiss his plump lips. Bella shifted uncomfortably in her seat and tightened her grip on her fork to the point where her knuckles were turning white.

As the minutes passed, she could feel the eyes of everyone else at the table as well as the tempting man at her side occasionally drifting in her direction to examine her every move. It was unnerving. It made her extremely uncomfortable. She finally pushed her plate of half eaten food away unable to stomach anymore when she felt like an animal being displayed at the zoo.

"So... Bella, it really is nice to finally be capable of putting a face to the name of the woman Charlie constantly talks about."

Bella looked down the table to Emily, who had apparently decided to start up a conversation since she'd also finished eating.

"It's nice to meet you all as well. I've always worried about dad so it's nice to see for myself that he has people looking out for him,"she returned politely while shooting her a thankful smile for ending the awkward silence that had befallen on the group.

"Charlie's always been welcome in La Push, Bells. You know that so you shouldn't have worried so much. And don't deny it, I know you are the worst sort of worry-wart," Jake admonished.

The young witch shrugged. "Wasn't planning on denying anything, Jake. There were too many people around to witness my Sunday evening post phone-call freak-outs over whether he'd been lying about eating healthy or working too hard for me to get away with that. And there's nothing wrong with me having worried about him. I might have lived twenty-five hundred miles away, but I still cared. He's my dad."

Her sincere words earned her a blinding smile from Emily and the rest of the women at the table. Jacob merely nodded to let her know he'd acknowledged how she felt about the topic.

"So..." One of the twins, Collin she believed, drawled out with a slightly uncomfortable look on his face. He seemed as if he really desired for the conversational topic to change, probably to something a bit less... mushy.

"You should tell those of us that have only heard of Bella Swan in passing about yourself."

Bella turned and lifted an eyebrow at Paul's rather bold prompting. Instead of looking repentant, he seemed proud. In fact, he raised his eyebrow right back at her while his lips twitched into a smirk. With an exaggerated roll of her eyes towards the blunt giant at her side, Bella turned back around in her seat to find that the others seemed to be in agreement with Paul. She decided to just get it over with and give them a few random facts so that they would be appeased.

"Well, I'm twenty-two years old and lady bugs flit around looking a little too innocent for my liking..."

"Oh man! Lady bug conspiracies! Is this girl for real?"

The whispered interruption came form the shorter and stockier native, Quil, sat further down the table. His expression matched the incredulous look Jake and Bella's future step-sister were shooting her, though Quil did look like he was about to join everyone else in laughter soon.

"Yeah, yeah. Laugh it up. I don't care. Wait until you save one of the cute little bastards from being smooshed and get bitten in thanks. Then you'll see what I mean," She muttered bitterly. " Now... where was I? Right... I hate reality television, but it's like a train wreck and I can't help watching it. My all time favorite movies are The Departed and Orgazmo. I'm allergic to both eggplant and latex. I love thunderstorms. I detest snow. High heels are my sworn enemy... Honestly, I'm not sure what you guys want to know, but there isn't much to tell," about my life outside the Covenant Bella tacked on in her head.

Leah lifted a brow and stared her down from across the table. "Right. I'm sure there's plenty to tell... but if you say so. Anyways, Charlie talks to mom and just about anyone who'll listen about you going to Harvard. What did you study?"

"I double Minored in Strategic Business Management and Finance while I majored in Classical, Ancient Mediterranean, and Near Eastern Studies."

Leah let out a low whistle of appreciation. The others had furrowed brows as they tried to figure out why someone would've picked those subjects to study.

"What would you do with two minors in business and a bachelors degree in Classical, Ancient Mediterranean, and Near Eastern Studies?"

Bella grinned at the obvious confusion in Paul's deep voice. She liked that he wasn't afraid to ask questions when he didn't understand something. That was one point in his favor. She twisted in her seat to flash him an understanding smile since she knew that her degree choices were quite odd.

"My ancestors have been buying, selling, and appraising rare historical artifacts for centuries." Mostly because the Williams bloodline took on the duty of searching out anything in regards to our history and this job is the perfect guise for our interests Bella added silently. "My mother wanted nothing to do with that aspect of our family business, but it always interested me. I'd tag along with my Grandma Eve to the office then I'd spend hours questioning her about the history of the artifacts she appraised. The degree just makes the knowledge and experience my Grandma passed on to me before she died seem a bit more official in the eyes of clients."

"Sounds fascinating," the man at her side admitted with a dazzling smile of his own.

"It is," Bella agreed.

"So, do you have to work in a specialized area?"

"Do you have to travel for your job?"

The two questions came from her soon to be step-siblings. Seems they were on the same wavelength and quite interested in her life.

"I have an office back home, but I can actually do my job from anywhere as long as I have the correct equipment. As for traveling, well I only do that if the object is too fragile to risk moving," Bella explained to them with a smile.

For some strange reason, everyone around her relaxed a bit after her admittance that she could do her job from anywhere. It confused the young witch, but she shrugged it off thinking that they were probably worried about her just up and leaving Charlie before the wedding or something. She took a sip of her iced tea during the lull in conversation and tried to think of a way to turn all these questions away from her before they touched on a topic that would force her to lie- something that she always had to do with her double life.

'I'll bite your lip so fucking, so hard.
And watch the innocence just drip
Down your chest,
And into my mouth.

Tell me your fantasies,
I'll make you believe,
That I really care.
I'll look into your eyes,
I'll tell you all my lies.
As I take you slow.'

Bella nearly choked on the drink she had just taken as she heard the chorus of a song that she felt described Reid's remarkable ability to make his flavors of the week believe he cared about more than just a fuck blare loudly from her pocket. She let out a sigh of relief because, as usual, her chaotic brother managed to come through with the perfect distraction when needed and probably didn't even realize it.

"Sorry, but I need to take this," Bella told her table companions while she retrieved her I-Phone and hit answer before it could repeat the chorus enough to get it stuck in her head.

"Bells, you have to get your fucking ass back here right the fuck now!" Reid shouted the moment the line picked up.

Strangely, the young witch was sure she heard a few low growls at his exclamation, but she blew it off. She didn't have time to worry about the freakishly large, apparently growly, and too hot Natives around her when she was busy analyzing her often excitable brother's tone of voice. It wasn't his 'Oh man, someones dead or going to die' tone nor his 'Someone's here to kill us and we need you to have our back' tone. This was simply his 'I'm freaking out and don't know what to do so I'll yell at you' tone.

And it annoyed her.

"I don't have to do a damn thing, Reid," Bella practically snarled. "Now take a few deep breaths, calm down, and tell me what has you so worked up."

She could hear the tel-tel 'whoosh' of air as it was released from her brother's lungs several times.

"Sorry," he apologized, "It's just... there are three hysterical, crying girls here and Caleb won't let me escape the mayhem. You know how freaked out I get when tears start falling."

And now that he'd pointed it out, Bella did notice the sounds of sobbing in the background. And she knew first hand just how uncomfortable Reid tended to get at those moments. He just didn't handle the whole sharing emotions thing very well. He preferred to go out to the source of the problem and pound it to a pulp rather than to provide comfort. Hell, Bella had only seen him offer comfort once and that only came in the form of a very brief hug.

"It's fine. What happened to upset them?"

He didn't answer.

"Reid... " She drew out warningly when the silence drug on a second longer than her patience could handle..

"Promise you won't get mad."

"No. If you knew that whatever you four asshats did would piss me off then you shouldn't have done it in the first place. Therefore, I reserve the right to kick your fucking asses all the way to Timbuktu if I so desire."

She heard a snort of laughter from either side of her, meaning Paul and Seth weren't even pretending that they weren't listening in on her half of the conversation. A quick glance around the table found that the others were being a bit more discreet and that Emily had covered up young Claire's ears.

"Sorry," Bella mouthed to her, realizing she'd been cursing like a sailor which wasn't all that unusual when one of the sons annoyed her.

"Don't worry about it," Emily mouthed back with a smile tugging at her lips.

"Fine, but it really isn't our fault," Reid grumbled irritably, bringing the young witch's attention back to the matter at hand.

Her left hand automatically lifted to massage her temple, somehow knowing that whatever caused this would bring her a headache of epic proportions. Nevertheless Bella wanted answers and she wanted them now. And the quickest way to get answers out of her blond brother was through silence. He hated it. He thrived in chaos therefore silence made him so uncomfortable that he'd often tell you whatever you wanted to know within minutes. With that in mind, Bella kept her mouth shut and took another sip of her tea while she waited for him to give-in.

"Ugh, I hate when you give me the silent treatment," he groaned not thirty seconds later. "Before the four of us went to set the corner stones, I called a meeting to try and convince Caleb to let you and I switch places tonight. Caleb and Pogue's nosy ass wives decided to eavesdrop and overheard a few things they shouldn't have which they also misinterpreted. They started freaking out and went off to have a pow-wow with Hailey. And here we are thirty minutes later with three hysterical women because they've convinced themselves that since no body was ever found that Chase is still alive and out there formulating plots which end in the death of the sons while the daughter is forced to bear his demon spawn. They're accusing us-well Caleb, Pogue, and Tyler- of withholding information again. We need you because they don't believe a word coming out of our mouths about the situation but well you have a way of making them see reason."

The young witch couldn't form an appropriate response to his rushed confession. With every word he'd spoken, Bella's anger had risen a notch. First they held a meeting without her which was all sorts of messed up. Meetings were rarely ever held without all bloodlines present and never without linking all of their powers in a circle of trust. Not to mention the meeting was about her part in creating the protection wards around their home... It felt like they were undermining her abilities, again. And as if all that wasn't bad enough, the four idiots didn't even bother to take the proper precautions to ensure that their conversation wouldn't be overheard. Which, of course, happened- even if they were lucky enough that it wasn't someone who would bring harm to the Covenant. That lapse in judgment lead to...this... situation with their spouses that she'd have to clean up because her brothers were stupid enough to hide the truth about Chase from them two years ago.

It wasn't the worst thing they'd ever done, but it pissed her off enough that she'd started losing control over herself. Anger caused that heady power to begin coursing through her veins even faster than normal in the most tempting of ways. It practically begged her to open the connection and let it punish that which had brought on her wrath. Bella actually had to shut her eyes after his second sentence so that nobody would see the ring of flames which shot-up around her rapidly dilating pupils in response to her desire to confront her brothers.

"You're angry," He stated when she didn't respond right away.

Of course, he probably didn't deduce that from her lack of response. Her shield sensed that he and the rest of her brothers had felt the rise of her power and had allowed them to link to her emotions in order to gauge what was going on with her.

"Of course I am," Bella hissed lowly through clenched teeth. "I'll be there in a few."

The young witch didn't wait to hear a response from her friend. She just ended the call. Bella sat her I-Phone down on the table and her other hand began massaging her temples in hopes of helping to relieve some of her stress. She also began taking deep, calming breaths. Bella couldn't help but think that those mandatory anger management classes she had to take before receiving the first dose of her power at thirteen sure were useful during times like this. Even if they were boring as hell. Fifteen deep, cleansing breaths later, she had reigned in her wayward emotions enough to open her eyes without worrying about exposure.

"Are you alright?" That deep, husky, sexy voice asked from beside her in a concerned tone.

"I'm fine, but something has come up at home and my emotionally retarded best friends need my services," Bella told him as she quickly stood. "Seth, Leah, it's been great seeing you again. I've had a great time with you all and would love to do it again sometime, so if you're interested just get my cell number from Charlie," she threw over her shoulder in afterthought.

She quickly jogged over to the table where her dad was deep in conversation with Billy, Sue, Old Quil, and a few others she didn't recognize. His attention focused on her as soon as he noticed her approach.

"Daddy, somethings come up at home and I need to go take care of it."

"Nothing bad I hope?"

"Just the one of the normal misunderstandings that tend to pop up with so many different personality types living together. I'm off to play peacemaker," she stated, understating things to sooth his concerns.

As soon as he murmured that he understood, she turned to her future step-mother. "Sue, call me and set up a time for us girls to get together about the wedding, yeah?"

Sue nodded her agreement.

Bella yelled a good-bye to everyone before she took off at jog towards the back gate. Once she pushed it open, she took one last look over her shoulder and scanned the crowded backyard. Her eyes locked with Paul's fathomless grey ones. His eyes seemed troubled, almost as if they were begging her for something, but she had no idea what a virtual stranger would want from her nor the time to ponder over it. She reluctantly broke their stare-down then jogged the rest of the way to the Mustang feeling as if she was leaving something behind.

She ignored the sensation and took off towards the Covenants summer abode.

Once she made it out of the residential area and back to the tree-lined highway, she let some of the control on her emotions fade. Her brown eyes once more bled to a fiery onyx. Her power freely flowed out of her body and scouted the road ahead of her. Sensing no other cars on the road, especially those of the law enforcement variety, the young witch pressed down on the accelerator until the RPM's began to red-line. She immediately shifted out of third and into fourth gear. She wound fourth out before slamming the leather gear shift into fifth.

Bella glanced at the dashboard with a triumphant smirk. The rising needle on the speedometer didn't bother her. She loved that feeling of knowing one wrong move could cause her to lose control and that she'd have to Use in order to save herself. It was one of the many adrenaline rushes that she and her brothers craved.

Several times during the drive when Bella had to downshift for sharp curves in the road, she could have sworn she'd seen a silvery blur dashing through the woods next to her. Bella rolled her eyes at her paranoia knowing, logically, what she was seeing was just the way the sunlight glinted off the paint of the Mustang then reflecting it into the trees.

In no time at all, she found herself parking next to Pogue's Ducati. Before exiting the car, she cut her power off so that her eyes would return to normal. Bella knew that seeing her hell-fire eyes wouldn't help her calm the girls down at all.

She made it through the front door to find Reid leaned against the archway into the living room so that his six foot frame was angled in a manner that purposefully blocked her entrance. His icy blue eyes regarded her warily as she approached. He opened his mouth once she stood in front of him and Bella just knew that he was going to reiterate how it wasn't his fault that the girls decided to eavesdrop.

And she didn't want to hear it.

Bella cut him off with a harsh glare. "Don't say a fucking word," she growled, "This circle-fucking-jerk wouldn't even been happening if you four had followed the rules that have governed our families for over three hundred years. They are there for a reason. Because they work. Instead, I've got to deal with all of this drama because you idiots held a meeting without me where you were careless and overheard. Did you have to go behind my back to Caleb with how you feel about tonight? Hell, Reid, don't you think you should have come to me first? I offered to make the necessary sacrifice over a month ago. You had plenty of time to do so. "

By the end of her rant, Bella was breathing heavily and there were flames flickering in the depths of her pupils once more. She did feel much more rational and less upset though.

"Now that you've vented a bit, Spitfire, I just wanna apologize for calling a meeting without you and for not assuring that the proper protections were in place," her blond brother pleaded lowly-taking advantage of her need to breath. "Really. I am," he reiterated a little louder at her incredulous look. " I wasn't trying to undermine you or anything of the sort by bringing up my concerns with Caleb. It's just...for the last month all I've thought about is how vulnerable it made us having you so worn out last time we did this. I know its completely irrational since this is just a precaution, but I'd feel more comfortable if Po, Ty, or I took the hit so that you and Caleb would be at your strongest."

Bella sighed and the final remnants of her anger melted away. He took the wind right out of her sails. She just couldn't be upset with him for this... especially since it wasn't as personal as it had felt when he explained it on the phone. In fact, he was acting mature and being protective of their coven (not a first, but still a rarity).

She also knew Reid had made a damn good point. The initial part of the spell which required blood(and thus power) to be dripped into a circle would make whomever made the sacrifice unable to Use for at least three days. That person would be completely vulnerable and need the protection of the rest of the Covenant. She'd only volunteered because she'd been the one to do it at their home in Boston when Chase had made his intentions known. But if the others believed this would make them feel more secure, then she'd be willing to charge one of the cornerstones instead.

"Fine, if everyone is in agreement then I'll trade places with you tonight," she conceded.

"Fantastic," he drawled out with his trademark smirk back in place, "now, go work your magic on the girls and get them to calm the fuck down so that we can enjoy the next few hours."

The young witch nodded because she definitely agreed with his desire to not have crying women everywhere mucking up their evening. She took a deep fortifying breath before following her pale brother into the living room and approaching the three women huddled on the laps of their respective spouses. It took her the entirety of the following hour to convince Hailey, Kate, and Sarah that the Covenant had decided after the Chase incident that it would be best to ward all of their homes. Once the crisis had been averted, the rest of the night passed normally.

They had some dinner.

Watched bad b-rated movies.

Rough housed and pranked each other.

Gave each other a hard time.

The usual.

Late that night, when the moon reached its peak in the sky, Bella and the other four members of the Covenant entered the basement. Four of them- Bella, Pogue, Caleb, and Tyler- all made their way to one of the cornerstones sunk into the foundation at the center of the North, East, South, and West walls. Reid made his way to the center of the expanse of their home where a thin, circular stone made out of white marble was embedded into the foundation. This stone was the most important. It would be the powerhouse for the wards, what grounded them and controlled them.

Once in position, Bella let her eyes bleed black and her power flow freely from her body. She lowered her shield so that she could telepathically connect with all of her brothers.

'Lets do this so I can go crawl in bed with Kate,' Pogue grunted.

Unfortunately, he also lost control of his thoughts and sent a mental, x-rated image of just why he wanted to get to bed so quickly.

'Always knew Kate was a wildcat in bed,' Reid leered with a few kinky ideas of his own flashing through the link.

'I so did not need any of those mental images,' Bella exclaimed in disgust.

'Me neither. I'm in serious need of some brain bleach,' Tyler agreed with a mental grimace.

'OK. One. Reid, stop fantasizing about my wife before I punch you. And Two. Just because one of you is jealous about your girl being on the rag and the other is a virgin is no reason to act like sex is disgusting.'

'Maybe I wouldn't still be a virgin if you four weren't such over protective cock-blocks. Ever think about that?' Bella growled, cutting off Tyler's retort to Pogue's taunt.

'Of course we do,' Tyler and Caleb admitted without shame.

'Why do you think we threaten anyone who asks you out?' Pogue added.

'Like we'd let some little prick who can't even stand up to us steal your innocence,' Reid finished smugly.

Bella gaped at their responses. It was as if they'd coordinated answers beforehand or something. Damn, over-bearing pricks.

'Alright, you guys shut up. We aren't here to discuss our sex lives or Bella's lack there of' Caleb's deep baritone echoed through the link, stopping Bella's return argument before she even started. 'Everyone ready?'

'Yes,' they all agreed.

Bella watched from her position on the North wall as Reid sliced his arm open with the Garwin family ceremonial athame. He began walking in a slow circle while he chanted in Latin. A steady, crimson flow of blood, of Reid's power, pooled onto the stone in his wake. When he finally came to where he'd started, the magic began flaring. The blood soaked into the marble and turned the pale circle a dark red.

While Reid fell to his knees, exhausted, Bella and the others took their cue from the ritual to begin pushing their magic into the stones before them. The young witch poured her power into her stone and didn't stop until she could see the very foundations of her home glowing brightly in her minds eye.

Not a minute later, when Caleb reached the same point, Bella could sense it. They waited patiently as Pogue, and then Tyler finished. As the ritual required, the four raised their hands in front of them. In unison, they brought them together in a sharp clap which would signify their powers melding and meshing until they became one to form the protective barrier on the house.

Once she felt the magic settling, Bella quickly went to Reid and healed the five inch cut he'd made on his forearm. She was exhausted and knew that they were too. So after helping get Reid upstairs and into bed, she retired to her own room.

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