A/N regarding my use of Japanese: Being Japanese, I sometimes like to use Japanese terms. This includes honorifics and suffixes, phrases that lose their nuance in English (mainly "hai" in the stead of "yes sir"), and also for ninjutsu techniques, some of which I make up. Rest assured I know what I'm doing and I'm using the terms in the right contexts.

Chapter Two:

A cloud shifted and Kakashi walked out from under its shadow, squinting as the sunlight reflected sharply off the small river by the road. Running along the edge of town, it eventually merged with a larger current into the training fields, but Kakashi was headed the other way.

He was going through a mental checklist of his tools and rations for the upcoming mission when he heard the patter of shoes approaching from behind.

He glanced over his shoulder to see Obito lifting a hand in greeting. "Yo, Kakashi."

"You're early," he said. They still had a half hour before the team was scheduled to meet.

Obito grinned wryly and fell into step beside him. "Don't laugh, okay? I got excited about our new team."

Kakashi tipped his head. "Nothing's changed."

"You know what I mean. You're a Chuunin now. It's the new and improved Team Minato!"

"It's not much to get excited about."

"You're the only one who thinks so," Obito retorted, scrunching his face.

Kakashi shrugged.

They soon reached the red bridge where their team was set to meet and Kakashi leaned against the rails in silence. Obito dropped his bag at his feet, looked around and grinned out of the blue.

"What?" Kakashi asked.

"Nothing, it's just, this place always reminds me of the day we first met. Remember?"

"I wish I didn't."

It was impossible to forget. Obito had literally dropped out of the sky with a stolen scroll, dragging him into a chase across half of Konoha.

"You have to admit, it was fun," Obito chuckled.

"Fun?" Kakashi gave him a look. Fun wasn't how he would describe being hounded down the main streets by a librarian screaming bloody murder. It had snowballed into such a spectacle that even pedestrians were prompted into trying to catch them.

Obito grinned. "One heck of an icebreaker." He tapped his hand against the bridge's rail and leaned against it. "Then somehow we ended up right here."

"You mean, this is as far as we got before you got tackled," Kakashi replied. "You're lucky he didn't hang you over the river."

Obito smiled, tilting his head up to glance at Kakashi. "'Cause your dad saved us."

Kakashi met his eyes for a second and then looked away. He didn't know how Sakumo had found them, but he had. Within seconds he'd taken in the situation and resolved it by signing out the scroll under his own name. All for a boy he hadn't even known.

Kakashi had seen himself in Obito that day, staring at the White Fang with open admiration and trust. A feeling that was now muted – not gone, but displaced… somewhere.

"You think we'd still be friends," Obito mused, "if your dad hadn't been there?"

Kakashi thought about it. His father had been the one to tell him that making friends was important to becoming a good shinobi. And while he had had his doubts at the time, he had known better than to ignore his father's lessons. They had often had a way of coming back to make Kakashi realize just how important they were, and he had figured 'friendship' was just another one of those.

But Sakumo had died before Kakashi could figure out what that lesson was, and the respect so many had held for his father disappeared overnight. For weeks, he had stopped thinking about everything but the cold blood under his father's body and his last, haunting words urging Kakashi to accomplish what he had failed.

Through it all, Obito's attitude never changed, not even in the face of half the village speaking openly of the White Fang's inexcusable failures. Without warning or apology, he would lean into Kakashi's space, talk to him about everything and nothing, and pry him out of his silence – in much the same way he had slipped into Kakashi's life on that first day they had met.

As annoyance turned to acceptance, Kakashi had remembered his father's lesson that day and thought he finally understood.

Would they have been friends under different circumstances? Who knew. But even without his father's encouragement, Kakashi suspected it would have only been a matter of time.

"Kakashi?"

He raised a brow at his friend and huffed. "With you, being you? I think it's obvious."

Obito blinked and then his face split into a grin. "Right?"

"You're too stubborn for your own good."

"I'm not nearly as stubborn as Midori," Obito argued. "I mean, just yesterday –"

Kakashi glanced at him when Obito cut himself off abruptly. "What?"

"Uh, well, you know how we stopped chasing you yesterday all of a sudden?"

Kakashi nodded.

"Well… You see…"

"Obito! Kakashi!"

They both looked up to see Midori running toward them, her eyes wide with panic.

"Sensei knows!"

Obito groaned.

"Knows what?" Kakashi asked.

Midori skidded to a halt in front of them and made a face. "Our, uh, clones failed halfway through yesterday."

Kakashi wanted to rub away the sudden headache that assaulted him. "I take it you didn't make it back before they noticed?"

"It was in the middle of an examination," Obito explained.

"And?" Kakashi asked, half dreading the answer. But it wasn't his teammates who responded.

"And the nurses were not happy. At all."

Kakashi jumped. Midori screeched and Obito nearly toppled over the bridge when Minato suddenly appeared on the opposite railing. He looked less than amused.

"Sensei! Wait I can…" Midori stuttered.

"Look! Look, I'm early today," Obito interjected, forcing a smile. "All the grandmas were, uh… they were…" His eyes wandered desperately for a moment until they caught Minato's growing scowl and his shoulders drooped in guilty admission.

"I see. Out of all the habits you could have picked up on, this is the one?" Minato grumbled. "Kakashi."

Kakashi blinked. "It's my fault?"

"You set the precedent. Remember that Kage Bunshin you left to sneak out of the hospital three months ago?"

"But mine didn't fail."

"That's not the point."

"Obito's failed first, by the way," Midori quipped.

He rounded on her. "That's because you –"

"I don't want to hear it," Minato cut in, his voice low and menacing. "I just spent two hours being lectured nonstop by the nurses. Do you want to know what that's like?"

The three shook their heads wordlessly.

"Then these Kage Bunshin tricks stop immediately, am I clear? Because I swear I'm going to drag you with me next time."

"Hai," they mumbled.

"It won't happen again," Obito added. "…The failing part, I mean."

"Obito!"

"I'm kidding, I'm kidding, sensei!" he laughed.

Minato gave a long-suffering sigh. "You kids are hopeless. Let's go before we're late."

.-.-.-.

At the administrative building, they received a new C rank bodyguard mission.

"Your task is to protect and escort Gamashi Kengou to his home town on the outskirts of Rock Country," the Third said, glancing down at the scroll he held. He then looked up to the door behind the four and raised his voice. "Come in please, Gamashi-san."

The door slid open and a tall, mid-aged man walked in. He had short, cropped hair that accentuated the sharp angles of his face, and his narrowed eyes were shuttered and cold. He sized up each of the team before turning, dissatisfied, toward the Third.

"They won't do," Gamashi said, crossing his arms. "I expect better with the sum of money I'm paying you."

Midori's face darkened into a frown, but Minato placed a hand lightly on her shoulder and she stilled.

"They may be young," Hiruzen explained, "but I assure you, they will not let you down. If by any chance something unexpected happens, Minato is a Jounin. There is nothing to worry about."

Gamashi glanced at Minato, who lowered his head in a silent greeting.

"You'd better be right," he said, making little effort to mask his displeasure. "I've been delayed enough. Let's go." He spun on his heels and stalked out.

"Is it bad to hate your client right off the bat?" Midori muttered.

"Obviously," Obito replied, "but I hear you."

Kakashi was silent.

"As they say, never judge a person by your first impression," Minato said. "Always read beneath in the underneath."

The three nodded and took their leave. Minato began to follow when the Third called his name.

"Remember our conversation yesterday," the older shinobi said.

Minato nodded.

"Be of your guard," Hiruzen continued. "This mission appears straightforward, but I suspect he's hiding something. I trust your team will be able to handle whatever it is. If you have any doubts…"

Minato smiled. "They'll be all right."

.-.-.-.

The journey to Gamashi Kengou's town was a four day walk, the first of which was spent trying to get their client to speak more than a grunt at a time. It was nearly sundown before Minato convinced him they needed more information to better protect him. With narrowed eyes and a spiteful twist of his lips, he revealed he was an acting messenger for the lord of his town and that he held highly coveted information from the south.

"Political?" Obito asked.

"Confidential," Gamashi growled back.

"If I remember correctly," Minato said, "your town is located on the border of Earth Country but has a reputation for maintaining close relations with the small neighboring nations to the east."

"Yeah, what about it?"

"Are you aware of the sort of relationship your lord has with the Hidden Rock Village?"

At the mention of Hidden Rock, Gamashi's eyes flashed in anger. "What does that cold-blooded Village have to do with this mission?"

Midori, who was walking ahead, glanced back at the sharp crack of his voice as it startled a flock of birds from their perches on the trees. Kakashi, who took up the rear, silently observed the sudden change in their client. The man's shoulders tensed and his hands curled into shaking fists. It wasn't quite fear, Kakashi noted, but the animosity their client held toward the Hidden Rock was palpable.

Unfazed by the outburst, Minato calmly met his eyes. "Hiring shinobi, no matter how low the mission rank, is a tell-tale sign that you are concerned about being targeted by them. Times are unstable in our world right now. It would serve you best to be honest."

Gamashi glowered darkly and walked on without another word. Obito was about to speak again, but Minato gave him a look. He nodded in understanding.

As they settled down to camp in a clearing that evening, the three students went to collect wood for fire.

"I still don't like him," Midori grumbled, her mouth set in a stubborn line.

"You say that like it's a real problem," Obito replied. "He's just a client. We don't need to like him."

"If I'm going to die protecting someone, I'd much rather die for someone I like."

Obito rolled his eyes. "Drama queen."

"Say that again," Midori growled.

"No one's going to die," Kakashi cut in before the fight could escalate.

"Says the captain," Obito said.

"I'm not the captain."

"But you're team leader."

"More like babysitter."

"Hey!" both Midori and Obito objected.

Kakashi's lips twitched to contain a laugh. He walked on, stooping to collect fallen twigs from the forest floor.

"But seriously," Midori pressed. "The man's hiding something. You saw the way he reacted to sensei's questions. And it's too quiet. If this were really a C rank mission, gangs or bandits would have attacked already. The man's suspicious."

Obito hummed in agreement, hefting a small log. "What do you think, Kakashi?"

"I agree with sensei," he replied. "We don't know enough about him yet. If he's hiding something, we'll find out soon enough."

"Read beneath the underneath?" Midori mumbled.

"More like don't judge based on first impressions," Kakashi said. "I mean, my first impressions of you two were horrible."

"What?!" Midori scowled. "Why?"

Obito ticked off his fingers. "Overly emotional. Ultra competitive. Violent. Tomboy. Did he need any more reasons?"

She snapped a kick at Obito's pile of wood and sent them flying.

"Hey!"

Kakashi sighed when they proceeded to wrestle each other to the ground. He knew more than anyone that first impressions amounted to nothing. His teammates rolling around in the dirt were living proof of the statement – as doubtful as it looked.

.-.-.-.

The team crossed the border of Fire Country the following day and headed north. As the sun began to slant west, they came across a dilapidated village surrounded by parched fields and failing crops. Gamashi's expression darkened upon seeing the bleak conditions and he opened his mouth voluntarily for the first time.

"The droughts have been bad this year. These areas were hit especially hard. We should cut across the fields and avoid the village. Who knows what sort of illnesses are spreading in there."

Minato regarded the cluster of houses in the distance and eventually shook his head. "Something doesn't feel quite right around here. Maybe we can help."

Gamashi stared at Minato, incomprehension thick in his eyes for a moment before they bulged in incredulity. "Your duties are to me, not a godforsaken village in the middle of nowhere!"

"My duties are to the people in need of my help," Minato replied. "The only help you've requested from us is to protect you from civilian threats. I'm sure no one in that poor village is going to harm you. If you insist, though, we can meet you on the other side."

Without waiting for a reply, Minato continued down the road, trailed by his students. After a moment, they heard Gamashi curse angrily and follow. The village was as badly kept as the fields. Houses were run down, roofs were damaged and the streets were littered with garbage and broken farming equipment.

Not a person was in sight, but they soon felt a ripple running through the dwellings as the residents peered through cracks in the doors and whispered among themselves.

"Why won't anyone come out?" Obito asked.

"They're afraid," Kakashi said.

"Of what?" Midori looked uneasily around them. "They're making me afraid."

"I told you it was a bad idea," Gamashi growled.

"I wasn't talking to you," she snapped.

"Insolent brat."

"Grouchy miser."

"That's enough," Minato intervened, his voice stern even as amusement brightened his eyes.

They stopped in front of the village's main well and Obito peered into it. A drop of a pebble revealed it was bone dry. Minato knelt and placed a hand on the ground while Kakashi and Midori observed the surrounding houses.

They all swiveled at the sound of a door creaking open and saw a small boy walking toward them on wobbly feet. He was at most three years old, dressed in tattered rags and covered in dust. The face beneath a tangle of greasy hair was pale and emaciated, making his watery eyes look unnaturally large.

His chapped lips trembled as he looked up at Gamashi. "Please…" His voice was barely audible. "Water… please… water…"

Gamashi stood stock still, frozen in place. The look of pain and pity that flashed across his face went unnoticed by all except Minato who regarded him thoughtfully.

When the boy stretched his arms toward Gamashi, the man's face twisted in disgust and he lashed out with his boot.

"Get away from me!"

Midori jumped in front of the child and Kakashi threw his weight against Gamashi's leg to stop it an inch from her face. In the same moment, Obito kicked him behind his other knee and the man toppled back with a cry.

"What –"

"Wrong move, mister," Obito drawled. He crossed his arms and glared down at their client.

Kakashi silently agreed as he watched Midori walk up to where Gamashi was still sprawled on his back. He half expected her to slam her foot onto his chest and strangle the life out of him. If there was one thing that truly set her off, it was seeing young children get hurt. While getting angry for the sake of someone else was a foreign concept to Kakashi, it was one both Obito and Midori shared, so he observed them, trying to understand.

"You heartless monster," Midori said. She didn't raise her voice, but it trembled in fury as she fixed him with narrowed eyes. "You're entitled to be as mean as you want, but no one is entitled to hit a child. It's people like you who destroy lives!"

Gamashi visibly paled at her words and all enmity drained from his face. He looked between Midori and the little boy, and an emotion halfway between guilt and grief clouded his face. Then he scrambled to his feet and turned away, stalking to the far side of the well without a word.

Midori and Obito exchanged quizzical frowns, then looked to Kakashi. He shrugged.

A hesitant tug on his shirt pulled their attention back to the child. Kakashi stared down at him. He thought back to what had just happened and wondered if this skinny little thing was really worth risking an injury for.

"You should have stopped the attack itself instead of making yourself a human wall," he said quietly to Midori as she put down her bag and rummaged inside.

She tipped her head to the side as she regarded him and then smiled. "Why? I knew you and Obito would step in."

Kakashi blinked at the unexpected reply. The only reason he had acted was to prevent his teammate from getting hurt. It had nothing to do with the child.

"It's called conditioning," Obito muttered into his ear. "Read it in a book the other day."

Kakashi had no idea what that meant, but when he caught Minato's eyes, his teacher gave a nod, looking oddly pleased.

Midori pulled a canteen from her bag and gave it to the boy. "Here. Are you okay?"

The child took it with shaking hands and cradled it like the world's most valuable treasure.

"Thank you… thank you," he said, blinking rapidly at the ground. Then his next words caused the entire team to tense. "Run… Please, run away. Bad people are here."

Almost as soon as the words left his mouth, something shot out from behind the houses in a direct trajectory to strike the boy's back. Minato struck down the kunai before it could touch him and sent a handful of weapons back in the direction of the attack. Several shadows leapt over the roofs and dispersed.

"Be on your guard," Minato warned.

Midori grabbed the boy and backed up to where Gamashi stood in wide-eyed fear. Kakashi and Obito spread out on either side of them, kunai in hand, senses stretching to search for the enemy.

They attacked as one, descending on the team from above. Kakashi leapt up to meet them mid-air, his chakra-propelled jump succeeding in forcing two away from their target. Obito ducked and rolled under the attacks of three others and rose behind them, throwing explosive tags on their wide open backs. Raising his hands in a basic seal, he detonated them before the shinobi had a chance to take two steps. With pained cries, they crumbled in a burst of fire and smoke at Minato's feet.

Once he was sure the shinobi weren't getting back up, Obito glanced in Kakashi's direction and saw he had already knocked out one of his opponents and was in the process of strangling another in a web of wires.

"Kakashi, don't kill them," Minato called, crouching down to examine the unconscious men.

"Five? Is that it?" Obito asked.

Minato shook his head and looked up. "Six."

A horde of weapons flew toward Gamashi. Before he could even draw breath to scream, he dove to the ground in panic. Midori stood over him, her hands flashing through a set of seals. The air convulsed around them and surged high in a blinding whirlwind.

Repelled by her ninjutsu, the weapons flew out in random directions. Snatching a kunai each and ducking between the others, Kakashi and Obito darted toward the direction the attack had come from. Kakashi leapt onto the roof of a house and dove down the other side, spotting the enemy crouched behind a corner. He tried to run, but Obito blocked his path and the two made short work of subduing him.

When they emerged, dragging the unconscious ninja between them, Minato shouted above the roar of the wind and Midori dropped the defense.

Her brows rose when she caught sight of their bounty, her attention on the black eye that was already starting to swell on his face.

"Do I even need to ask?"

Obito made a face. "I was aiming for his jaw, I swear!"

Midori just shook her head.

Minato knelt beside Gamashi to help him up. "Are you okay?"

"A… Are you goddamn crazy?!" he shouted. "Why didn't you do anything? I could have been killed!"

"But you weren't. What's more, you were unafraid to put your life on the line for that child," Minato said. His eyes were on the tiny figure huddled under Gamashi's arms. The man opened his mouth, the stubborn expression already returning to his face, but Minato was quicker to speak over him. "Gamashi-san, I think it's time you give up the pretense and be honest with us."

Midori stooped to pull the boy away from Gamashi, who she still eyed with suspicion. Kakashi left them to gather the fallen enemies and tie them together with Obito's help. All the while, Gamashi sat on the ground, heedless of the dust, and stared undecided at his hands.

"Why you lied on the application is less important than why you and your town are being targeted by ninjas," Minato said. "I don't mean to frighten you, but these assassins are barely qualified shinobi. My students, as you've seen, are capable of standing their own, but I won't risk going into further danger without knowing anything. If you continue your charade I'll be forced to cancel the mission and return us all to Konoha."

At long last, Gamashi sighed deeply and his shoulders slumped in defeat. He shook his head, saying, "I don't know why we're being targeted. That's the truth. I was doubtful of it myself until now, but…" He looked up for a moment, his eyes searching each of their faces. "Alright. I'll explain everything."

"I hope it'll explain why you tried to hit a child," Midori added coldly. Kakashi looked over to see his reaction.

To their surprise, Gamashi folded his knees under him in a formal posture and, placing his hands on the ground, lowered his head deeply in apology. "I'm so sorry," he said. "I beg your forgiveness. What I did was inexcusable, even if it was to test you."

"Test us?" Obito asked. "For what?"

"To see if you held the heart to help us."

"Isn't that why you hired us?" Kakashi asked.

Gamashi gave a wry smile. "Some things can't be bought with money."

"Damn right," Midori huffed.

"Let me start at the beginning," Gamashi said. "It all began a year ago when a provincial lord from Lightning Country visited our lord. Nobody knows what went on in the manor. All we know is that it caused Hiyashi-sama's attitude to change drastically ever since."

"How so?" Minato asked.

"He used to be open and friendly to everyone, always generous and content with keeping the peace of our people. Now, he's only interested in collecting information on other countries and gaining territory through trade." Gamashi's head sank a little further. "We're being stretched too thin. Taxes have been raised and it's becoming more and more difficult to eat three full meals a day."

"Hasn't anyone protested?" Obito asked.

Gamashi shook his head. "Hardly anyone is granted an audience. Hiyashi-sama is always locked up in his room with his adviser and only sends messengers to gather information from all corners of the Five Countries."

"What sort of information?" Minato asked.

"We're not to know on pain of death. We're only sent to retrieve the scrolls."

"What made you approach Konoha?"

"The Lady sent me a missive just before I left, instructing me to do so. She said she feared the lord was under some sort of spell." Gamashi looked down in embarrassment. "With the money I had, this was the most I could afford. Even then, I was unsure. You see, I had no way of knowing if Konoha was as cruel as the Hidden Rock."

"You seem to have a particular dislike for them."

"Nothing good comes from dealing with them," Gamashi replied with a dark expression. "Hiyashi-sama has never been a public supporter of the Village so they took what they could and abandoned us. To prove it, the Lady secretly asked a runner to inform the Hidden Rock Village of our situation a month ago – and he never made it back."

Minato was quiet for a moment as he thought over the information. "As I mentioned yesterday, the shinobi world is losing its balance. I don't know which Villages are involved to what extend but it seems clear that your town is in the crux of something. Whatever it is, it will be an opportunity for us to see where the Rocks stand."

Gamashi looked up with wide eyes. "Meaning, you'll help us?"

Minato smiled. "Of course. After we help this village first."

He got to his feet and looked around at the surrounding houses where the residents were staring at them in open agitation. He raised his voice so they could hear him. "It may not be much, but there's a layer of water some distance below the bottom of the well. We're going to bring it up. Kakashi." He turned to his student. "Lend me a hand will you?"

"Hai."

Minato knelt and showed him the path down to the aquifer with a thread of chakra. "Got it? I'll drill. You pump."

Kakashi nodded.

"You might want to step back," Obito told Gamashi as he tugged on the man's sleeve and retreated with Midori and the boy to the line of houses. They watched as Minato flicked through a set of hand seals and slammed his palm onto the ground. A deep rumble shook the earth and cries to terror rose from the houses.

Unaffected, Kakashi placed his own hands against the ground, extended his chakra deep into the earth and pulled.

The well erupted – first with clumps of rock and dirt, then with a fountain of water that surged into the air and showered the village center. The voices of fear abruptly changed to shock and joy. People poured from the houses with buckets in hands and rushed to fill them with water. They swarmed around Kakashi and Minato, crying and shouting in disbelief and gratitude.

Gamashi stared, awestruck at the sight. "I can't believe it."

"Isn't it cool?" Obito boasted with a grin.

Midori threw Gamashi a sidelong look. "And you thought we 'wouldn't do.' I saved your life, by the way. You owe us one."

Chagrin crept into Gamashi's cheeks and he lowered his head once again. "I'm so sorry for my despicable behavior. I'm ashamed to admit, Hiyashi-sama isn't the only one who's changed. We've all become wary of strangers, especially shinobi."

"Why shinobi?" Midori asked.

Gamashi straightened and his lips pulled tight in misery. "The Hidden Rock Village took away my daughter two years ago," he said. His voice was thin and hoarse as if the words themselves were hurting him. "They tricked her into believing the shinobi life was better than staying in a small border town. We haven't heard a word from her since. It was all my fault, I was a poor father. You were right when you said people like me destroy children's lives."

Midori blinked in surprise, thrown by his sudden honesty. "Wait, I didn't mean it that way. I mean, I still don't think it's alright that you tried to kick a child, even if you had your reasons, but we were there to stop you and –"

"What she's trying to say," Obito cut in, "is that she forgives you."

"Obito!"

Gamashi bent low at the waist again. "I'm sorry. Thank you. I'm afraid to think what I would have become if you hadn't stopped me."

"Alright already, I get it," Midori huffed.

"It seems we're finally all getting along," Minato remarked as he returned with Kakashi by his side. They were both dripping water but looked like they couldn't care less. "As the saying goes, adversity strengthens foundations. Or in our cases –" He looked down at Kakashi with a grin.

"After heavy rains, the earth hardens?" Kakashi said. He tugged at his wet clothes. "Is that meant to be a joke, sensei?"

"I like it!" Gamashi laughed and the way the genuine amusement brightened his face surprised them all. Midori smiled and felt her heart finally lighten as the villagers came to gather around them to extend their thanks.

Gamashi was quickly drawn into a conversation about the fields and crops and the Konoha shinobi took the time to discuss the enemies they had taken captive.

"They didn't reveal enough for me to guess their origins," Minato said, regarding the bound men who were slowly coming to their senses. "But if I had to guess, I'd say they're rogue shinobi out for hire."

"We could make sure," Kakashi said. He flicked out a kunai.

"No. I don't want to waste time on interrogations." He crouched in front the men and tapped each of their shoulders. "Believe my words or choose not to, it's up to you. You've been marked, and if you come within a mile of us again, you'll be dead before you know it. I'm letting you go for one purpose: tell your employer to stop playing games and come out before I find and dispose of him myself. Now, go."

He cut loose the wires holding them and the warning in his eyes told them that both his patience and tolerance had a limit. The irrational fear spurred them into action and they were gone within seconds.

Kakashi watched them disappear and then tilted his head up to his teacher. "Are you sure it was okay to let them go? It didn't look like they would have resisted long before revealing who their employer was."

"The simplest answer may not always be the only one," Minato replied. "We don't know where the Rocks stand and I suspect there's a high chance the Clouds are involved. Keep an open mind and be prepared for anything. This mission is far from over."

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