Author's Note: WARNING. This fic has rape, abuse, violence, sex, and language. Also MPreg. There will be a male getting pregnant in this story. So if it isn't your thing, just move along, but I do recommend you give it a chance; I myself am quite excited about this story. :] There will also be major disregard for the rules of science (obviously) and Stephanie Meyer. Don't say I didn't warn you.

Threefold

Chapter Thirteen

"Jasper?" Leah asked incredulously, pushing herself to her feet with a huff as she brushed some dirt from her body. The fact that she was naked wasn't lost on me, but I was pleasantly surprised that my Wolf didn't really seem to give a rat's ass, since he had his mate right next to him. I could see Edward smile at my thoughts. "So, what? The empath you've been making us unconsciously scout for is in the middle of East Jesus Nowhere, and happens to call at the precise time we need something he can give us? This seems a little…oh, I don't know, planned to me!"

I almost snarled at her accusation; that she would accuse Edward and Jasper of being in league with Sam, capable of such betrayal! Now, granted, I didn't know Jasper very well, but I trusted Edward with everything and I knew he loved Jasper as a brother, and I wouldn't think either of them would do such a thing. "Bite your tongue, Leah, if you know what's good for you."

"I'm just saying; seems pretty fucking convenient, don't you think?"

Okay…so yeah, it was. Jasper had called at the almost perfect time, right before Sam had launched his attack and forced at least three of my Pack Members into permanent phase, but he was also offering a way out of it. Why would Sam sabotage me only to create a scheme to help me? "Leah, you're not making this easy on me," I muttered, running a hand through my hair as I looked away from the angered girl. She was shaking violently enough to warrant a phase…if she could anymore. Now the only thing that greeted me was a half-hearted snarl and rage-blackened eyes.

"I don't see why you have to go leave Forks," she hissed, her fingers curling into fists by her sides as she took a step towards me. Maybe it's an ingrained message in a shifter's head, but I definitely knew not to mess with a female. Maybe that's why they were so rare; they scared the living shit out of me. "And I know you'll say that Embry and I can't come with you! We're just as capable of kicking ass even without our Wolves as you are and you're just going to fucking leave? On the word of a leech?"

Okay…so maybe I'd exaggerated the whole 'total acceptance' thing. Of all the Wolves, Leah had had one of the harder times accepting the new-found bonds that were slowly being created between the Rez and the Cullens over the past year or so; what with the newborn fight and our joint interest in Bella - okay, mine and Edward's joint interest in Bella - we'd been forced to become closer. And now apparently losing her wolf had caused the poor girl to snap.

Really, though, she had no right to blame the vampires. This was all Sam's doing, Sam and his close-minded views and his desperate desires for revenge. It was Sam and his alliances with Paul, and the Elders, and being taught things he never should have been. He wasn't the rightful Alpha and therefore Sam shouldn't have known how to block phasing, and yet he had. Someone was accountable, but it wasn't the vampires.

"Listen, Leah…" Edward stepped forward, between me and the enraged female. Not really a wise move, and I almost reached a hand forward to pull him back, but he threw a glare at me over his shoulder and I stopped, retracting my hand. He returned his gaze to her. "The only way you would be able to come with us is if someone carried you -."

"You're not fucking going either!" she hissed, taking a step towards Edward who remained unwavering. In fact…I knew that look. It was that damned poker face he used so well, even with his uniquely human, emotive eyes. It was the look of tolerance one gave a child throwing a temper tantrum, one that said; Scream all you want, we're still doing this my way. "If I'm not going there's no way in hell you are, Cullen. Just so that you can lead Jacob and Seth into the middle of nowhere and kill them! You'd do it, wouldn't you…after all, what have you to lose?"

At that, Edward snarled. His back was to me but I knew his eyes would have flashed black in anger. I could see the slight tensing of his shoulders, the subtle shift forward into an attack stance before he was suddenly gone, and he and Leah landed on the ground about ten feet away. She was struggling against his grip, in vain of course as a human and his forearm was pressed lightly against her throat, jaws hanging parted and close right above her pulse.

"Edward!" I shouted his name in a delayed shock, running forward as though I would just pull him off of her. I would if I had to, but I couldn't imagine anything Leah had said would have struck such a chord in Edward. The anger was completely unwarranted - he was practically shaking with rage and from his mouth streamed an almost continual growl, interspersed with words.

"Don't you fucking dare presume that you know me or my motives, Leah," he said, her name a sneer on his lips. "I've torn bitches like you apart for a lesser insult and I won't hesitate to do it again. It is never my intention to harm our Alpha, and neither is it Jasper's, and I would appreciate it if you didn't cast such scorn down on our race from past experiences, or I shall be forced to do the same to you, and I warn you…" He leaned down further, his teeth just lightly scraping against her neck, and she shuddered, "I can be a vindictive son of a bitch when I want to be."

"Edward, stop!" I yelled again, hauling him off of Leah's body. He didn't struggle in my grasp; his eyes had returned to the now-normal emerald; he seemed completely relaxed. Weird.

Welcome to the lovely hormone surges.

Aww crap.

"Just calm down," I murmured to him, holding him so that he was forced to face me and brushing back a lock of his hair. He just smiled at me, nuzzling lightly into my chest before he pulled away, easy as anything. He just walked away from me and sat down in the grass, laying himself on his back with his fingers laced behind his head, hands acting as a pillow and brief shafts of sunlight lighting up his skin as he lay motionless, calm. Peaceful.

Okay, what the fuck?

"What do you mean, what the fuck?" he shouted back at me, barely-restrained laughter in his voice as he quoted one of our previous conversations. I just rolled my eyes.

Whatever.

Embry had come over to help Leah up. The poor girl was shaking, with fear this time. Her hand closed around her throat, wincing as her fingers brushed along where Edward had near-sliced though her skin. The spot was red and blotchy, like a dose of eczema. What the fuck? Her eyes were black, near-murderous as she focused on my Wolf's mate, and I snapped my fingers in front of her to bring her focus back to me.

"Listen, Leah, Embry. If you want to go make yourself useful you can look for Quil. If he's unharmed or a wolf bring him to me, if he's a human tell him to stay home and out of Sam's way, you got it?" Warily they nodded, and I gave a curt nod in return. "Good, now go, please. Have them meet at my house. Go, Seth," I added, looking towards the sandy wolf who'd been sitting, watching the whole proceedings before he ducked his head, shifting his great body and running swiftly away. Leah and Embry followed after, seeming like they wanted to suddenly start running on all fours. It was weird to watch them leaving as humans, especially when they obviously were trying to phase again. The going would be slow as humans…They wouldn't be able to phase back until I got some answers.

As soon as they were gone, I figured I had some time to kill, and so I sat down next to Edward, cross-legged on the floor and busied myself with picking at random pieces of grass. He lay motionless next to me, looking so utterly serene that it was at once beautiful and infuriating; why wasn't he freaking out like I was? Didn't he see how deep in shit we were?

Suddenly he was in front of me, a small smile on his face as he crouched down. The movement was too fast for me to react in time, when all of a sudden I was on my back, pinned down at the wrists by Edward who sat with his legs on either side of my torso. He was surprisingly light, considering…I don't even know. He just didn't seem like the lightweight kind of person, being a vampire and all. Weird.

He chuckled, a small smile on his face as he leaned down, brushing his cheek along mine. "It's going to be alright, Jacob," he whispered to me. "Just you wait." Perhaps he meant his voice to be soothing and comforting, but all I could think about was before, when he was still in the whole 'animal' mindset and sounded horny as hell. My hands clenched into fists as I tried to fight the onslaught of teenage-boy hormones, to no avail, and it caused Edward to laugh lightly, his breath skating along my neck and ear. I growled at him. He only laughed again. "You might be able to lie to yourself, Jacob, but your body tells me things your mind can't process." His voice was a low purr as he released his hold on my wrists, his hands running down my forearms to rest on my chest, right above my heartbeat. I shuddered heavily, already wanting to arch my body into his touch.

That was not how an Alpha thinks. Edward submits to me.

He smirked, tilting his head to one side before lowering his lips to above my heartbeat, placing a light kiss to the bare skin. I shivered at the chill of him and it only made him smile more.

Glad to know that this is amusing to you, I thought at him, embarrassed to find my mouth wasn't capable of forming coherent sentences. When did he start having this effect on me? The defence mechanism of men everywhere - sarcastic comments to ruin the feeling of the moment - was failing me and it was all I could do to stop myself rolling us over and laying my claim onto Edward again. Much as my Wolf didn't want me to admit it, I was enjoying the slight submissiveness of this; Edward just touching me at leisure, languid as a predator who knows his prey isn't going anywhere any time soon.

"See?" he asked, his voice smug, and I had to think for a moment to grasp what he was talking about. "Your heartbeat is calm, steady. You're relaxed here, and your scent is unchanged. Only your mind is in chaos." He lifted his eyes from my chest to meet my gaze. I'm sure I just had a blank expression on, since I had no idea what the hell he was talking about. "Your body tells me what your mind can't," he said, and understanding flooded me; he was saying he knew not only what I was thinking, but what I was feeling as well. Was he an empath too or something? As soon as I thought that Edward chuckled and shook his head. "It's what I'm designed to do, Jacob. Understand you."

He didn't explain further, and I didn't have time to ask as almost immediately after his smile faded as he looked away. Seriously, these mood swings were going to confuse and irritate the hell out of me. Edward had been moody before he got pregnant. Lord knows what would happen in the coming weeks or months.

"Sam's coming," he murmured, quickly pushing himself to his feet and pulling him up. "We have to get out of here. But you can't phase." Well, duh. If I phased Sam would have another crack at me. "Come on," he said, backing away from where his gaze was fixed - the opposite direction to where the rest of my Pack had run, I was glad to notice. "You run, I'll hold him off."

What? "No, Edward, you won't. You'll run with me."

I half-expected his accommodating smile. "You're not fast enough and I can't carry you properly. I'll keep him back. Just get to your house. Please, Jacob. Do it for me." Damn it, I couldn't say no when he pleaded, even if my instinct was to disobey. An Alpha submitting to his mate - I'd never live this one down. Still, his logic was undeniable and there wasn't any way I was going to be able to argue in enough time, so with an unsatisfied growl from both me and my Wolf I turned and began to run. Let me tell you, the forest is much more unforgiving when you're a human. Branches that before had only been a mild inconvenience, crushed under my weight, tore at my feet with enough force to hurt or make me stumble. Branches I had previously been able to push aside merely stopped me with fierce lashes from their bare spines. The forest was paying me back for lording over it so long. Fucking fantastic.

I could hear twin snarls behind me, one I knew as Sam's and the other was Edward's. I could also hear when the Wolf - undoubtedly - attacked, and when Edward must have fought back. Thunder crashed as marble his flesh with sickening thuds. I didn't want to listen, and I didn't want to slow down. Aww screw that, I wanted to go back, phase and teach that son of a bitch Omega his place. But Edward would kill me.

Since when was an Alpha afraid of his bitch?

A whip-cracking sound went off in my head.

Yeah, I'm whipped. Whatever.

How long had I been running for? It seemed too long - surely the Olympic National Park wasn't that big? I had managed to traverse most of it in a matter of hours. Everything was so much slower as a Wolf! But I remembered Edward's words repeating over and over in my head; Don't phase, don't phase, don't phase…

I was almost out of the thicker trees that surrounded the Pack Meeting place when Paul struck. Fuck, I'd forgotten about him. The giant grey wolf took me down mid-stride, his attack just as silent as it was sudden. I hadn't even noticed, my eyes too fixed on the ground and watching where I was going to avoid tripping or hurting myself to notice anything going on around me, including the giant mass who had to have been following me for a good mile or so. I hadn't noticed how gifted a shadower Paul was. I would have to remember that if I didn't rip his throat out and allowed him back into my Pack. After all I liked to give people the benefit of the doubt - who knows what Sam did to get his loyalty.

Anyway, back to being attacked by the giant wolf. Yeah…The two of us rolled until I was on my back, face inches away from his giant canines. He was growling loudly, sinking his teeth into my shoulder. There wasn't enough force to rip my arm off or anything but it still hurt like a bitch. In my mind I could feel my Wolf beating against his enclosure, desperate to get out and fight the traitorous male. But I couldn't let him out, because then we'd all be dead. With effort I forced myself not to phase, gritting my teeth as I took my free hand and landed a right hook on Paul's temple. He let go of me with a yelp, and I fell back onto the ground, the wind knocked right out of me. Damn it. Paul only seemed to get angrier - of course, I mean I pack a punch but I'm still human - and launched himself at me again. I managed to roll out of the way before I became impaled and hauled myself to my feet. My shoulder was screaming at me and down my side I felt the warm wet flow of blood but I forced myself to focus, to get control of the situation.

"Paul, stop!" I yelled, desperation making my voice strong with that of the Alpha, but the grey Wolf barely paused before launching himself at me again. I no longer had an effect on him. I was no longer his Alpha.

Shit.

He landed a few lucky blows, and I managed a few lucky escapes. A gash down my calf, effectively stopping my ability to run away any more. Even with super healing I wasn't getting better fast enough. I couldn't run and my left shoulder was completely useless thanks to his bite. I'm pretty sure he severed a tendon or something. Fan-fucking-tastic. This hurt worse than when that newborn had managed to sneak up on me…because this was from my own Pack. Paul belonged to Sam but he was also mine, like family, and that made the betrayal all the more piercing.

It was obvious he was trying to force me to phase, to defend myself. How could I continue to resist? My Wolf was raining blows to my psyche while Paul continued to torture my body. I couldn't keep fighting forever. Maybe Edward had enough time to neutralize Sam, maybe Sam wouldn't be a problem if I phased and ended Paul quickly.

Perhaps Sam is running to join him.

No, Edward's too good of a fighter. He had Jasper as a brother and teacher, after all. I'm sure he was taught enough to fend off and win over a shape shifter. Besides it usually took two of us to rip a leech apart well enough to kill it.

Maybe Edward is in on it, and this is just some complex scheme to end you. Maybe Edward's been in on the plot all along.

I shook myself, hearing the snarl inside my head. My Wolf wouldn't allow doubt to enter my mind. Not now. I couldn't question Edward's loyalty now.

Edward was mine.

Paul was yours too.

Look what happened with that.

Shut up!

I couldn't take it anymore; Paul wasn't going to stop and my mind was hurting from the force of keeping my Wolf inside. Hammering at the walls of his caging he broke through when I opened the door, the giant russet animal surrounding my shape and making me himself. Together we attacked the traitorous male, bringing him quickly to the ground with our combined strength. I had never known such oneness with another creature, had never believed it possible, but his thoughts were mine and his body was mine just as mine was his. It was a connection where I truly couldn't tell where he ended and I began, cheesy as that sounds.

But we weren't alone.

Paul stood with his Wolf, the two of them side-by-side. Two against the combined forces of ourselves, and distantly on the edge of awareness I could see Sam and the black Wolf he called his own. The two of them were running towards us as fast as canine and human could carry them, the distances of our mental realm quickly dissipating from them. We - my Wolf and I - were going to be outnumbered. We would be overwhelmed and forced into one phase or another.

Fuck.

'The leech has been taken care of,' Sam murmured - or rather the human Sam shouted towards the four - three? - of us. Paul smirked at the grey let out a growl of pleasure, while as one my Wolf and I growled our disbelief and anger. Anger that Sam would have attacked and injured, possibly killed, our mate, and disbelief that he would be able to. Had Edward been weakened enough from pregnancy that Sam had been able to kill him? Anguish washed through me at the thought that Edward might be dead. For good, really dead. I couldn't allow myself to believe it; Edward was smart, and he was strong. Besides, if Sam had meant dead he would have said so, wouldn't he?

Wouldn't he?

Can't dwell on it now.

Paul's grey Wolf turned towards 'his Alpha', ears forward as the slightly larger black animal finally caught up. The four of them - two humans, two wolves, all traitors - began to advance on the two of us - me and my Wolf. Slowly I could feel us separate again into two consciences like the others were, and I could feel the warm russet fur brush against my side. The Alpha Wolf towered over the others, much bigger but still injured from the blows Paul had managed to deal.

We are so fucked.

The attack came suddenly - the Wolves met mine and the humans advanced upon me. I was sure that of the two phases I would be forced to stay as a Wolf, where communication was the most limited and I would have less of a Pack to rally behind me. I tried fighting Sam and Paul off but my left arm was still useless, my movements seemed comparatively slow to theirs.

"It's for the sake of the Pack that I'm doing this, Jacob. Please understand."

"Understand?" I yelled at Sam, managing to focus long enough to pick out his shape amongst the others. Somewhere to my right the three Wolves were fighting, and I knew size was no advantage for mine. Each blow dealt to him felt like a strike at me. I was weakening where I stood. "How can I fucking understand, Sam? Please, explain this to me." My voice was sarcastic, but I knew he would try anyway. I wasn't disappointed;

"The Pack cannot unite with the Cullens. It goes against everything we stand for. This perverse fascination you have with them has to stop, and until it does you are unfit to be Alpha. Your followers are unfit to belong to the Reservation Pack."

I could hardly believe what I was hearing. "You're…exiling us?"

"Once you have learned that your place is here, with your own kind and not harbouring some deadly, violent and mindless creature and its spawn, I will return your form to you. Until then, you are to remain as a Wolf. You thrive in the company of what are little more than animals, and so that is what you shall be until it is decided you are fit to return to your rightful title."

"Sam!" My cry of outrage was silenced as Paul grabbed my limp left arm, Sam closing a hand over my mouth and bodily hauling me away from where the three Wolves still fought. I could see that mine was losing badly - he was almost brick red from all the blood running from his limbs to matt in his fur. "Sam, you can't do this!" He was silent as I felt myself being pushed backwards, almost flung until my back came into contact with hard, cold metal. Bars. Caging. Sam smirked a little as he retreated, the door of the cage I had kept my Wolf in until he broke through the bars. He pushed the doors shut with a click of finality that sent a stirring of dread in my gut, and I flung myself at the cage door, desperate to break out of it. "Sam, you can't do this!" His smirk turned to a sorrowful shake of his head as his black and Paul's grey Wolf disappeared, leaving my own a bruised and battered heap on our psychic floor. So much blood…I could smell it from here. "Sam, let me out of here right now!" I yelled, voice almost a panic as I shook the bars, feeling the uselessness of the action even as I did it. I didn't stop yelling until they both disappeared from my view, leaving me alone In a sea of white and russet.

"No, Edward, you won't. You'll run with me."

I had to smile at that, to think that he would be any help around me. He had to stay human for the sake of surviving; I knew Sam's intentions, clear as a bell in his mind. "You're not fast enough and I can't carry you properly. I'll keep him back. Just get to your house. Please, Jacob. Do it for me." I knew that would break him; he'd do anything for me.

I had known as soon as I'd bitten him. His loyalty was unswerving.

He hadn't been gone for more than five minutes when the mass of black fur came barrelling into the clearing. I don't know what he expected to find, but he was clearly not pleased to see me at all. At once his fangs were bared as he snarled, hackles raising and shoulders hunched in what I'm sure was meant to be a threatening gesture. He just seemed like an over-puffed tiger kitten to me.

"Sam," I said, acknowledging him with a nod of my head as I straightened, taking a step towards the giant canine. His growling increased in volume, and I could hear in his head various tactics for taking me down. "It's no use, you know. My family won't let any harm done to me go unacknowledged." An empty threat at best, but it was enough to give him pause. He was definitely a traditionalist; he believed in the standing of the Treaty more than perhaps even the Elders on the Reservation.

It was strange, trying to listen to his thoughts; they were all jumbled and like echoes of each other, as though there were two people speaking and one was just a little slower than the other. The overall effect was dizzying to my ability, but he was too loud to shut out. I had to grit my teeth and bear it.

I don't know how it happened, but suddenly he was on top of me. When did he learn to move so quickly? I half expected to feel the sinking of teeth into the flesh of my neck or head, to rip my body into pieces, but he merely pinned me down, my face inches away from his dripping jaws.

"Allow me, if you will, Cullen," he said, hatred clear in his voice and his eyes, "to tell you a few little things you might want to consider."

I knew when I came to that I wouldn't be able to phase, but that didn't stop me trying my damnedest to. My body was shaking, russet fur quivering along my skin as though I was shivering. Or my Wolf was. It was weird, like I was in Forks standing right next to my Wolf body, but I was still in this cage. I couldn't speak - anything I said came out muted - and I couldn't force the Wolf body to move. I was a powerless observer.

But my Wolf could see me; the animal stood and fixed its black eyes on me, calculating, thinking. An ear cocked forward as though expecting to hear my instructions and I could only shake my head. He wouldn't be able to hear me. The Alpha whined lightly, lip curling back over his front teeth, ears flat against his head. I could see the whites of his eyes. He was afraid and looking to the human for guidance.

I don't know what to do.

His ears snapped forward again, looking at me expectantly. I blinked; what had I just done? Had he heard a thought of mine?

…Can you hear me? I thought at him, focusing my mind to try and communicate. The effect of the strain gave me a headache - yeah, dumb jokes aside for later - but I think I got through. The Wolf huffed once, tail thumping against the ground and ears and eyes remaining trained on me. His head slowly bowed before rising again - a human nod.

Hell yeah!

His low howl accompanied my shout of excitement. Yes! This could work. If he could still hear my thoughts then we would be able to communicate.

I need to figure out how to fix this. He gave that weird nod again. You can hear me…that should mean Seth and Quil will be able to hear me too, if they're wolves. We need to go to the house, do you understand me?

…After all, just because my Wolf can hear doesn't mean he can understand. This is human speak. But I needn't have worried; he gave a low huff again and sprang to his feet, turning tail and running off as fast as his three-legged, injured stride could take him. For a brief moment I felt panic surge through me; was I stuck in this clearing to be left behind? That would put a damper on the whole 'Go to Jasper for help' operation. Shit.

Again, though, I found that I was able to watch through his eyes. It was like there was a television and I was playing a video game, controlling my Wolf's movements though I was still stuck inside this cage. At least I wasn't completely on my own and I would still be able to follow Edward to wherever he was going to take us.

Edward. Fuck, where was he? Sam was gone, why wasn't he here trying to find me? Or at the house? What if something really did happen to him?

Fuck! I stood up, beginning to pace the cage for the sheer need to expend some energy. I wanted to punch something. So much for keeping my Mate safe - he could be dead or dying right now and I had sent away my Wolf, the only one who might have been able to find and save him. Fuck! What if his family found him? What if Sam had ended him, or hadn't and had just gone back to finish the job?

What if? What if? What if? Thousands upon thousands of possible scenarios buzzed across my mind, stinging me and leaving their painful after-images burned into my eyelids. God I was such an awful Alpha - not even a month and already I'd caused a major rift in the Pack, allowed my Mate and child to die and was placing my trust in the hands of leeches. Fuck! If I ever got out of this the Elders were so going to cast me out. I was royally and utterly screwed. I was going to be cast away, exiled again and fucking left to die as a lone wolf, a lone Alpha, without anyone. Edward was going to have gone and fuck, I can fucking feel the heartache from thinking that I was going to have to live on without him. I can't do it.

I couldn't do it.

I'm already too fucking attached to that leech.

I love him.

My attention was caught by movement to my left and I turned my head to look, walking up to the bars of my cage and peering through. I swear I've never been happier to see a flash of diamond skin in the sunlight. I could have cried with relief at seeing Edward though…I'll never admit it again so keep that little titbit right there.

"Edward!" I realized, a second too late that I was silent in this cell, and the only one who could relay my thoughts was running towards my house right now. Fuck.

I knew he would be able to smell my Wolf running off, but he didn't follow. He had the most…I don't know how to describe it…heartbroken look on his face as his dark green eyes drew themselves towards where my Wolf had gone. I wanted to reach out and touch him, to make sure he knew that I was alright but I couldn't. It was infuriating! I wanted to move, and I was unable to.

"Jacob…" The sound of his voice tore a gasp from me; his voice was thick with unshed tears, his hands clenching into fists by his sides as he looked down. He looked like he was about to break down and here I was just standing there like a fucking tool. I should have been stronger, I would be able to wipe away whatever had brought that look to his face. What had? Did he think I was dead, the human side of me gone? Did he think I wasn't around anymore? What had Sam done? "I'm so sorry." Sorry? Sorry about what? I tried shouting it, rattling he bars of my cage, anything to make him listen or notice me, but I may as well have been shouting and waving at a blind and deaf person. I couldn't get through.

He didn't linger. One blink he was there and the next he was gone. I didn't know where, I didn't know why, and I couldn't chase after him. If Sam was responsible for it, then I would fucking rip him limb from limb, and I would enjoy it. Burn every individual piece and keep him alive as long as possible to make him watch it. I'd enjoy it too, maybe dump it onto Paul's doorstep as a warning.

If I ever got the fuck out of here.

"Damn it!"

Author's Note: Alright, I'm sorry for the lateness of the update, but whatevs. I'm now overtaking myself so I'm making these up as I go along. Stuff is happening now.

I didn't beta this at all, so sorry for any mistakes. Let me know if there are any and I will definitely alter them. =3

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