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Chapter 14

Leonardo felt his heart constrict painfully in his chest. The momentary relief he had felt at finding out that Raphael was still alive, suddenly turned to ashes at the sight of Raphael and Donatello's grief-stricken faces.

Leonardo shook his head, trying to re-order his thoughts as Michelangelo soothed Donatello whose bloody, bone wracking coughs were making Leonardo more and more concerned for his genius brother's life.

Raphael winced in pain as he moved away from Leonardo's grip. Michelangelo shifted so that he was able to bury his face into Raphael's neck, his arms encircling Raphael's cold body; almost as if he too needed to touch Raphael, just to make sure he was really alive.

Michelangelo pulled away and placed his hand on Donatello's carapace, rubbing soft circles of comfort and reassurance as Donatello weakly lay on the ground, eyes squeezed tightly closed against the pain, wheezing and gasping for breath after recovering from his coughing fit.

Raphael struggled towards Donatello. He cried out in pain and looked as if he was about to lose consciousness before shaking his head back and forth. He grabbed Donatello's hand in his own and looked at Donatello with tears still streaming down his cheeks.

"Don't you dare die on me, Donny. Kitten, Kitten begged me to save you, and I...I couldn't save her, so I'm savin' you." Raphael managed to choke out wretchedly. He reached out a shaking hand and touched Donatello's cheek. "I'm sorry, Donny. I am so, so sorry." Raphael whimpered.

Leonardo placed a comforting hand on Raphael's carapace. "She could still be alive..." His voice trailed off at the angry, devastated look that crossed Raphael's face.

Raphael pushed Leonardo's hand away and managed to struggle to his feet as Leonardo followed, trying to help Raphael stand. Raphael pushed him away and nearly fell, the fresh blood that stained his brother's face standing out starkly against his pale cheeks. Raphael dashed the tears from his eyes and glared at Leonardo with unrivalled, grief stricken fury. "You weren't here, Leo." Raphael snarled as pain rode across his face as he clutched at his shoulder. "You weren't here, listening to her as she told me to try to save Donny. She was pinned beneath a beam in the basement and couldn't get out. I told her I wasn't leavin' her, and that Donny had told me to get her out, so I was, but... I didn't. I failed her and cause I failed, she paid the price!" Raphael bit out angrily as he dashed more tears from his eyes. "I was in the stairwell tryin' to dig through all of the crap that blocked it, when all of a sudden all of this water just crashed in over my head. I heard her screamin' and then I got bashed around down and then I woke up. That basement is full of water, Leo." Raphael snarled his voice breaking slightly as he took a shaking breath. "How the hell could she have survived that?" Raphael's voice broke.

Leonardo hung his head in sorrow. He looked over at Donatello, who was too pale, his cheeks hollow, dark rings of misery smudged underneath his eyes. Michelangelo held Donatello close as their genius brother buried his face in Michelangelo's neck.

Leonardo swallowed roughly. "We...we need to go. You and Donny both need medical attention. There are paramedics waiting-"

Raphael quickly rounded on Leonardo grabbing the front of his shirt and pulling him up and towards his furious brother's face.

Leonardo's eyes widened in shock, his brother's amber eyes swimming with unpalatable anguish. "We ain't leavin' her, Leo." Raphael hissed.

Leonardo opened his mouth to protest as Raphael closed his eyes, slumping forward. Leonardo managed to catch his brother before he fell. He shot a worried look at Donatello and Michelangelo.

"Raph-" Leonardo began.

"I could be dying Leo, and I wouldn't give a shit because I ain't going ANYWHERE without her, understand?" Raphael growled as he yanked himself away from Leonardo's hold, nearly falling in the process. Pain blossomed across his face as he sucked in a sharp breath of agony. "Take Donny to the paramedics, but leave me the hell alone!" Raphael ground out as he clutched at his chest and arm.

"Raph, we thought you were dead!" Leonardo bit out in frustration. "And then I find out that you are miraculously alive and words can't even begin to express how relieved and happy I am right now." Leonardo's voice gentled slightly. "I know I can't even begin to understand what you and Donny are going through right now, but I loved Kitten too and so did Mikey. But you and Donny are both in a bad way, and I am not going to let either of you die because you want to-"

"I'll get her, Raph." Michelangelo interrupted in a strained whisper.

Michelangelo wiped the tears from his cheeks, his expression sombre but determined. He said something quietly to Donatello before pulling away from their brother's slumped figure, standing, and walking over to Raphael, placing his hand on Raphael's shoulder. "Okay? I'll get her." Michelangelo promised as he gave Raphael's shoulder a comforting squeeze.

"Mikey-" Raphael began.

Leonardo himself was about to protest, but the look of misery on Raphael and Donatello's faces silenced him.

Michelangelo shook his head. "Just help Leo get Donny out of here, 'kay?" He said as he gave Raphael's shoulder one more squeeze and turned, heading back towards the living room.

Leonardo walked over and gently lifted Donatello up off the floor by slinging his brother's arm over his shoulders and carapace. Leonardo knew that Raphael could barely stand on his own two feet at the moment, let alone help to take Donatello to the helicopter; but Leonardo realized that if Raphael was forced to help, then both injured brothers could be helped by the paramedics.

Raphael winced as he took two steps over to Donatello. He lifted Donatello's other arm and placed it across his shoulders and carapace as well.

Raphael was overly pale and seemed to be shaking slightly, but struggled forward.

Leonardo studied both of his brothers and knew that neither one of them were okay; possibly never would be again. Both Raphael and Donatello remained eerily silent. Raphael was using his anger to push back the grief and pain he was feeling. The anger flowed around him like a dense, thick cloud of hatred. Leonardo frowned knowing that Raphael's hatred was not directed at anyone, but rather, Raphael hated himself for failing Katherine and Donatello. However, Leonardo knew that his hot-headed brother could only stay angry for so long before the anguish of Katherine's death consumed him from the inside out.

As for Donatello, he looked numb, as if he couldn't quite understand what had happened; couldn't accept it, and had just shut down. His body was still functioning as best as it could at the moment, but his mind, his mind was far, far away.

Leonardo looked down at his feet in misery. He could feel that his own cheeks were wet with salty tears that had run down his face unnoticed. His heart hurt; as if it were breaking with too much sorrow and anguish. He had always felt a certain amount of affection for Katherine. He liked her, had always been attracted to her in a certain way, but he couldn't even begin to imagine how much his brothers were suffering at this moment. Though he supposed he did in a way. If it was anything compared to the loss he had felt when he had believed Raphael was dead, he knew that at least he had a small inkling of the kind of deep, devastating grief his brothers were going through; especially Donatello.

Leonardo looked up and realized that Raphael had followed Michelangelo instead of going to the helicopter.

"Raph-" Leonardo hissed in surprised anger, trying to turn both Donatello and Raphael towards the helicopter and found that he was unable to. Both of his brothers seemed determined to watch Michelangelo.

Leonardo watched as Michelangelo made his way over to the edge of the broken floorboards. He looked into the deep, dark murky depths and glanced back over at Raphael and Donatello.

Michelangelo discarded his shoes, pulled off his shirt and stripped down to his boxer-briefs. Michelangelo knelt down and then slid into the water. His brother took a deep breath and then sunk below the gently rippling surface.

Leonardo felt his shoulders slump in defeat as he and Raphael lowered Donatello to the ground, kneeling down at Donatello's side. Raphael straightened, his hand again clutching at his left shoulder in pain as he stumbled over to the edge of the water filled hole that Michelangelo had disappeared into.

Leonardo could see the water that had been pouring out from the library slowly seeping into the living room area. He could see Raphael's feet sinking slightly as the saturated floorboards bent under his weight. Leonardo was going to tell his brother to be careful, but held his tongue, knowing that Raphael would only snap at him.

Leonardo turned his attention instead to Donatello and began rubbing his brother's shoulders and carapace in both comfort and for warmth. His brother's body was beginning to shake badly, blood still seeping from between his lips, eyes staring vacantly into space. Leonardo wasn't sure but believed it was possible that Donatello was beginning to slip into shock. Leonardo glanced back at the hole and then back to Donatello again. They needed to go. Donatello needed medical treatment, now, and besides, Donatello didn't need to witness Michelangelo dragging Katherine's cold, lifeless body up from the depths of her watery grave. Leonardo went to lift Donatello up to take him to the helicopter.

"Come on, Donny, we need to get you warm and checked out." Leonardo coaxed gently trying to lift his brother up from the floor, but his brother refused to move. He shook his head slightly and remained eerily silent.

"Donny, you don't need to see this. Mikey and Raph will bring her, don't worry." He promised as he tried to pull his brother up from the floor again. But Donatello wasn't helping him, making Donatello 180 lbs of dead weight.

Leonardo grimaced and settled back down on the floor with a despondent sigh of defeat. He watched the still surface of the water with a growing sense of gloomy dread.

He didn't want to watch.

He could admit to himself that watching Michelangelo pull Katherine's corpse out of the dark watery depths was not something that he actually wanted to witness. He wanted to remember Katherine as she had been, a beautiful, vibrant woman who was full of life and love; who had cared deeply for their family, so much so that she was family.

Leonardo closed his eyes, no longer able to watch. He brushed more tears away from his cheeks and forced himself to look back at the gaping hole anyway.

Leonardo waited a few more moments, letting out a puff of air he hadn't realized that he had been holding. He frowned and slowly stood, his heart beginning to beat madly in his chest as adrenaline spiked through his body.

He listened more intently, a sound having caught his attention.

There was an ominous groan of straining wood and then a cacophonic shattering and splintering of timber as the floor gave way beneath a large pile of debris, which fell into the water logged basement.

Terror gripped his heart and soul. "Mikey!" He screamed in complete and utter horror.

"MIKEY!" Raphael yelled in panic.

Donatello blinked as Leonardo and Raphael's frightened calls finally seemed to break through the cold numbness that had enveloped his heart, body and soul.

The moment Raphael had looked at him in agonized misery and told him that he hadn't been able to get Katherine out of the basement before the tsunami had hit, Donatello's whole being had just shut down. Michelangelo had tried to comfort him as he buried his face in his baby brother's neck, but he knew that no amount of comfort would ever take away the pain of having his heart filled with unimaginable, debilitating, grief.

Leonardo had suggested they leave, but Raphael had yelled that they weren't leaving Katherine behind. Donatello could only be thankful at Raphael's shouted opposition to leaving Katherine trapped within her watery grave; because Donatello hadn't even been able to process anything beyond Katherine being dead.

This singular thought consumed his entire being. He was unable to believe it, studying the thought as if it were some sort of anomalous mistake.

Katherine could not be dead.

Katherine could not have pulled Raphael from the very brink of death just a few weeks ago, only to succumb to that singular, terrifying state herself; it was impossible.

Rationally he knew he was being completely irrational; that death could happen to anyone at any moment, but he just could not seem to accept this line of reasoning for Katherine. A small part of him somehow believed that if he accepted it, it would become true, so therefore if he refused to accept it, it was not true.

Michelangelo had whispered to Donatello. "I'm so, so sorry, Donny. For everything."

Michelangelo had then stood and offered to get Katherine. Donatello had been bodily dragged off the floor unable to even move his own legs. The pain that blazed across his chest with every painful, shallow breath and the agony of his broken leg had long since dimmed; overtaken by the blinding, searing grief that radiated out from the region where his heart had been located.

He was gently set down and he caught a glimpse of the destruction that had been caused by both the earthquake and the tsunami. The debris that had been pushed aside by the tsunami was an immense pile of beams, drywall, furniture, tile; anything that had been in the bedrooms and in the hallways of the upper levels.

Realizing that Katherine had been in the way of all of that falling debris was painful enough. Coming to the realization that Katherine falling through the floor had probably saved her life as the ceiling came crashing down around her hurt somehow worse. It had not saved her from death. This brief salvation had only delayed the inevitable.

Michelangelo slipped into the water and Donatello could only stare blankly at the softly rippling surface; his mind too horrified to see Katherine's body emerge, and yet at the same time, unable to look away.

Someone attempted to pull him up off the floor, but his body was too numb, his mind too horror-struck to understand the words that were being said to him.

The living room floor suddenly gave way, hurling Donatello back into reality with a jarring force that made him catch his breath and his heart to slam painfully against his ribcage. Adrenaline rushed through his numb body and heart, restoring every tiny, pinpoint ounce of physical and emotional pain with blinding clarity and force.

Absolute and utter horror shot his veins full of ice as he stared at the now gaping, debris filled hole in disbelief.

Leonardo and Raphael screamed their baby brother's name, desperately searching the surface for any sign of Michelangelo.

Finding none, Raphael moved to dive in. Leonardo quickly grabbed Raphael, pulling him back as they both fell to the ground in a heap; Leonardo shielding Raphael with his body as more of the upper floor gave way, plunging even more debris into the basement.

Donatello felt his lungs freeze in terror for a moment, the dust obstructing his view of his brothers. Leonardo slowly stood up, revealing Raphael. Small bits of rubble and drywall fell off of his carapace as he helped Raphael up from the floor. Seeing his two older brothers unhurt, Donatello's gaze flew to the hole where Michelangelo had vanished.

He didn't know how long Michelangelo had been under the water. As turtles, they could hold their breath much longer than a human, but even Michelangelo could drown if he was trapped or knocked unconscious by the debris that had just fallen beneath the water.

"Let go of me, Leo!" Raphael roared. "Mikey's down there 'cause of me!"

Donatello tried to struggle painfully to his feet just as Michelangelo suddenly floated to the surface face down, unmoving. Leonardo and Raphael reacted quickly reaching down and hauling their motionless brother up onto the floor.

Water streamed out from Michelangelo's mouth and nose, his eyes peacefully closed, head lolling limply to the side. Leonardo reacted quickly by pulling Michelangelo upright, head hanging forward, before hitting him hard on the back of the carapace, trying to dislodge any water that he may have inhaled.

Michelangelo suddenly let out a harsh, wet cough, water sputtering up from between his lips. He took in a few gasping breaths between hacking coughs as Leonardo continued to firmly hit his brother's carapace.

"Are you okay, Mikey?" Leonardo asked gently as Michelangelo coughed up more water but gave an affirmative answer before slumping to the floor in a heap.

Relief flooded through Donatello at the sight of his baby brother, slightly waterlogged, but obviously alive and well.

"K-Katherine." Michelangelo managed to gasp out between coughs.

"Mikey, you tried. If we had known how dangerous it was-" Leonardo was cut off by Michelangelo wildly shaking his head.

"S-she..." Michelangelo's voice trailed off and there was the sudden splash of a body hitting water as Raphael vanished beneath the darkened, shimmering surface.

"Raph!" Leonardo yelled as he stood, desperately searching the water for any signs of their hot-headed brother.

A few pensive moments later Raphael's head broke the surface. Taking in a lungful of air Raphael was pulled from the water by Leonardo. A flash of pink caught Donatello's eye, but his view was momentarily obstructed by Leonardo before his oldest brother moved out of the way exposing Katherine's pale, limp, body to his unwilling sight.

Donatello felt all of the blood drain from his face as Raphael clutched Katherine's body tightly to his chest. Tears streamed down his brother's face as Raphael gave out a choked, keening wail of grief, falling to his knees in utter despair as he rocked her still body in his arms.

Bathed in sunlight, Katherine's face was unnaturally pale, her lips tinged the colour of blueberries. Donatello made to crawl to her side, falling over and reaching out a shaking hand in her direction. He closed his eyes in despair, his lungs burning as he took one shuddering breath after another and wishing that his heart would just stop beating in his chest because his heartbreak was just too much to bear.

"Donny!" Leonardo's frantic voice yelled as Donatello felt himself being rolled onto his carapace and pulled up slightly. The pain that shot through his body made him teeter on the brink of consciousness.

"I tried." Michelangelo choked out miserably, his voice coming from far away.

"Mikey, we've got to get Donny out of here! Raph, we've got to go!" Leonardo's voice yelled.

"I-I tried, Donny, I swear I tried." Michelangelo whimpered brokenly, ignoring Leonardo's frantic order.

"There was nothing you could have done, Mikey. We have her, let's go. Donny's breathing is getting worse-" Leonardo told their baby brother, his voice rising in panic.

"I could have swam faster." Michelangelo's voice was nearly hysterical.

Donatello closed his eyes more tightly trying to stop the flood of tears that flowed down his cheeks; knowing that there wasn't anything anyone could have done to save Katherine's life. Raphael had tried, but failed, and would now spend the rest of his life blaming himself for her death. Donatello knew this blame was illogical, because he knew that Raphael would have done everything -risked his life- to save Katherine. And yet there was a small, bitter, resentful part of him -the part of him that was jealous of his brother for the love that Katherine had for him- that blamed Raphael for her death.

He pushed away the dark, treacherous thoughts, because they were not what he really believed. He could blame no one but Fate, or whatever gods may be for her death, no one else.

"I shouldn't have gotten trapped beneath that dresser and then Katherine wouldn't have had to stop swimming to pull me out. She was right behind me, I was pulling her because she had suddenly gone limp, but I couldn't hold my breath any longer and everything went black..." Michelangelo sobbed out wretchedly.

Donatello's eyes snapped open in shock. He pushed Leonardo away as he forced himself to ignore the pain that was trying to drag him into unconsciousness as he rolled over, staring at Michelangelo's pale, pleading face that begged him for forgiveness as his baby brother's words sank in and registered in his mind.

He didn't understand how Katherine could have still been alive, but Michelangelo said she had been. She couldn't have been dead for more than a few minutes, five at most. At least, he hoped this was the case, which meant they still had a chance to save her.

His eyes shot to Katherine, still clutched against Raphael's chest, his face buried in her neck, whispering 'I'm sorry' over and over again, rocking slightly and too consumed by grief to have heard or understood Michelangelo's words.

"Raph," Donatello gasped, desperately to Raphael. "Check her vitals." His voice rasped out. He curled into a ball of agony as his fluid filled lungs protested his talking, sending him into another red hot, agonizing coughing fit.

Leonardo tried shifting him, but Donatello just shook his head, clutching at Leonardo's frantic hands as his coughing fit finally subsided.

Donatello watched as Raphael lifted his head up, blinking in shock and confusion. For once Raphael didn't question Donatello's orders, quickly checking her throat for a pulse.

Raphael' snarled something but Donatello couldn't understand the words, but the meaning was clear. Katherine did not have a heartbeat.

Donatello bit back a cry of pain. Agony shot up his leg and across his chest as Leonardo tried to move him.

"Take me...to...her." Donatello managed to gasp out as Leonardo looked as if he was going to protest before Donatello crushed Leonardo's hand in his own. "Please." His voice rasped out as Leonardo bit his lip in frustrated anger, but gave a reluctant nod of assent.

Raphael had laid Katherine flat on her back, looking at Donatello with something akin to manic hope.

Leonardo quickly helped settle him down at Katherine's side. He checked Katherine's vitals and found none. He shifted, ignoring the blazing pain that roared through his lungs as he took as deep a breath as he could handle, and tipping Katherine's head back, blew into her mouth.

Donatello pulled back as Raphael placed his hands on Katherine's chest and began a series of chest compressions. Donatello checked Katherine's vitals again and finding no movement beneath his fingertips, blew another puff of air into her mouth. This was all he could stand as he pulled back, a chest shattering cough ripping through his body and leaving him teetering on the edge of consciousness.

Raphael placed a hand on his shoulder as Leonardo pulled him away slightly.

"Careful... Raph," he managed to gasp out as Raphael gave Katherine another series of chest compressions, pausing to breathe a puff of air into her unresponsive lungs. Donatello could only hope that Raphael didn't break any of Katherine's ribs with the force of his compressions, but figured that broken ribs were the least of her worries at the moment.

Donatello struggled to take another breath as his coughing stopped. He reached out and took one of Katherine's cold limp hands in his own and stroked his thumb across her, damp skin.

"Katherine," he rasped out softly giving her hand a squeeze of encouragement.

"DON'T YOU DARE!" Raphael roared, his voice containing an edge of frenzied desperation and determination. His voice softened to the barest of whispers. "You are not allowed to make me live and then expect me to go on without you!" Raphael whispered fiercely, breathing another puff of air into her motionless lungs and pumping her chest again.

Donatello clutched Katherine's hand more tightly in his own. "Breathe." Donatello begged, hoping that she would open her eyes and take a breath, but as the moments passed he realized that this possibility was getting slimmer and slimmer.

Raphael continued to breathe for her and pump her chest but she continued to lay motionless and heartbreakingly unresponsive.

Donatello hung his head in sorrow as he placed a shaking hand on Raphael's shoulder, signalling for him to stop.

Raphael's eyes flew to his in disbelief, as if even the thought of giving up was so foreign to him, that Raphael's mind couldn't comprehend the action.

"Donny!" Raphael snarled angrily. "I ain't stoppin'," he insisted. "Not 'till I get her back."

Donatello just closed his eyes and shook his head. His heart clenched in grief at the desperate, manic need that floated around in Raphael's amber eyes.

"She...she's gone, Raph." He whispered miserably, his voice barely audible. "Let her go."

"I let her go once, Donny.I ain't never doin' that again." Raphael whispered fiercely.

Donatello opened his eyes at Raphael's words. Raphael leaned down in close to Katherine's ear. "I failed you. I couldn't save you, but I am going to save you now. I refuse to give up. " Raphael's voice was barely a whisper and contained a frantic edge of desperation. "Please, Katherine, please, I can't live without you. " Raphael swallowed hard, and then continued his voice low and containing the hint of a threat. "You had better come back to me, because I swear to you if you don't , I will follow right behind you and find you." Raphael threatened shakily, his voice so low that Donatello had barely been able to catch his brother's words.

He felt his eyes widen at Raphael's deadly promise, but he was unable to do more than process this as Raphael puffed a breath of air into Katherine's lungs and pushed upon her chest once again.

Donatello's horrified gaze looked at Raphael's desperate, determined face and wondered if his brother's threat was serious. All thoughts however were suddenly wiped from his mind as Katherine's body twitched slightly and a stream of water was coughed up from her lungs. Raphael quickly pulled Katherine upright slamming his fist against her back as she coughed up more water. She dragged in several harsh, gasping breaths of air. Her eyes fluttered open and looked at Raphael.

"You're okay, Kitten, you're gonna be okay." Raphael soothed as he brushed his thumb across her pale cheek. He then leaned down and kissed her passionately. Katherine lifted up a weak hand and placed it on Raphael's cheek. Donatello heard a gasp come from over his shoulder, which he guessed had come from Leonardo, as Michelangelo had let out a quickly silenced squeak of shock. Donatello ignored them both, knowing that he would have to explain that Raphael and Katherine were together now, but later. Right now he was too relieved to care about much of anything. "And we're all okay." Raphael told her softly as he pulled away from their kiss smoothing her damp hair away from her forehead. "You scared us to death." He whispered. "Don't you ever do that again!" He said fiercely as he glanced at Donatello for a moment, his eyes filled with some indeterminable emotion. Raphael then glanced at Michelangelo with appreciative thanks.

Michelangelo gave a quick nod of understanding; his eyes filling with happy tears as he quickly dashed them away.

"I love you." Raphael whispered huskily, clutching her to him tightly before letting her go and placing her into Donatello's arms. Donatello blinked in shock as sharp pain exploded through his chest as he moved to clutch Katherine close. He ignored his pain even though black spots were beginning to dance before his eyes. Katherine was cold and shaking slightly, either from cold or shock. It was then that he realized that Katherine had been floating in cold water for hours and hypothermia was most likely setting in.

"She...needs medical...treatment. Possible hypothermia." He managed to grind out. Another wave of agony tore through his chest as another round of wracking coughs were ripped from his body.

Katherine was quickly moved and Donatello felt himself being pulled up from the ground. His vision was going black and he knew he was barely holding onto consciousness.

"We need to get all of you warm and out of here." Leonardo said gruffly. "Mikey, take Katherine, I'll help Donny. Raph, you need to take it easy." Leonardo ordered.

Raphael was suddenly at his side helping Leonardo walk him slowly from the wreckage of the mansion. Donatello looked back over his shoulder and marvelled at the fact that they had all managed to survive the devastating destruction caused by both the earthquake and subsequent tsunami.

He knew he would have to ask Katherine how she had managed to survive being submerged within the water filled basement, but knew that the answer was not important right now; the only thing that mattered was that she had.

He was dragged out to an awaiting helicopter; two humans quickly bundling them into blankets and then into the helicopter. He was quickly laid flat upon the floor, his world blurring, the frantic words of the humans and his brothers nearly unperceivable to him as a mask was placed over his beak.

He knew there was something wrong with his lungs, but he didn't really care as he heard the frantic shout of the other paramedic.

"She's going into cardiac arrest!"

"Charging!"

The thump of Katherine's body hitting the floor of the helicopter as the charge of electricity shot through her, trying to restart her heart, was the last thing he heard as he fell into black oblivion.

*Gasp* cliffhanger! Yeah I'm evil I know;)

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