CSI: Braden Sanders-Stokes: The Big Five
A/N: Sorry this chapter is so long! But it's all fluff! So be happy, the 'Queen of Angst' is bringing you pure fluff. Amazing huh?
Summary: Nick and Greg throw a roller skating party for Braden's birthday and Greg surprises everyone with a secret he hasn't even told Nick. Braden is five years old, in this, the seventh chapter.
"Have you got the cake?"
"Yes, G, I got the cake. What's in that?" Nick pointed at the large black bag Greg was carrying out to the Jetta, Braden following close behind.
"Nothing. Hurry up. We're gonna be late!"
"I wanna see my cake!"
"Not yet." Nick buckled the five year old into the back seat as Greg put the mysterious bag on the other side. "Why won't you tell me what's in the bag?"
"Cause I won't. That's all. You'll just have to wait and see, Nicky. There's a time and place for everything, and this is not the time, nor the place, to show you. Be patient."
Nick sighed with a slight smile. Greg had something up his sleeve. Unfortunately for him, he would have to be patient to find out what that something was.
"When was the last time you went skating?" he asked when they were finally on the road.
Greg didn't say anything for awhile and when Nick looked over at him his eyes were far away, somewhere happy. "Its been years." A light hearted smile filled his face as he came back to his family in the car.
"Where were you just then?"
"Huh? I'm still driving, hun. Haven't gone anywhere. What are you talking about?"
"Your eyes... you looked like you were in a happy memory."
"Mmmm... maybe I'll tell you about it sometime."
The mood in the car changed. While it was still happy, there was an air of mystery about it, what with the black bag and Greg's disappearing act to another time in his life. But Nick decided not to push. Greg would tell him about it when he was ready and now was clearly not the time nor the place, as Greg had said.
"Well, I'm glad it's been awhile for you. That way I won't look like a fool."
Greg only smirked.
"Have you ever used in-lines before?"
"Nope." Greg kept his eyes on the road.
"I hear they're easier than those old heavy ones. So let's get in-lines."
"But the old ones are so much better. They're originals, you know?"
"We'll both fall a lot less with in-lines. And we're sort of the hosts of this thing, so we should set a good example... Besides, they're only two extra dollars to rent."
Greg sighed.
Pulling into the parking lot, Nick was relieved to see cars already there. Warrick and Catherine along with Braden's red headed friend, Jimmy, and his father were waiting for them by the front door.
"They wouldn't let us in until you got here," Catherine said.
"What's up with that?"
"We rented the whole place out for the afternoon. Turning five is a big deal, you know? They probably just wanted to make sure you were here for our party."
"Yeah! It's a big deal!" Braden exclaimed.
Everyone laughed except Jimmy, who's face was serious. "They don't know nothing," he told Braden. "Turning five is serious."
"Jimmy?" his father questioned him. "'They don't know nothing?'"
"Well, you don't. It's not funny."
"No, it's not that... you could have worded that better."
"Aww Da..."
"The Birthday Boy is in da house!" Greg proclaimed once they were inside.
"Daddy!" Braden blushed.
"Happy Birthday, Braden," the woman at the front desk said.
He hid behind his fathers.
"What do you say?" Nick asked, juggling the cake and the guest list.
A few moments passed when Nick heard Jimmy lean over and whisper the words to Braden. The Birthday Boy shyly looked up at the woman and thanked her.
Greg, Nick noticed, had left the black bag in the car, but decided not to call him on it as he went to get roller skates for them. He rushed to follow, making sure Greg got in-lines for both of them.
There was already a referee out on the floor, skating lazily backwards, his hands behind his back. Greg sent the two boys out to skate while he and Nick finished setting up for the party, but Braden was reluctant to go all of a sudden.
"What's up, Braid?" Nick asked.
"Don't know how to skate. You teach me, Da?"
He looked up at Greg. "I've never done this before. Can you...?"
"I'll teach you." The three of them turned to see Jimmy standing on the hardwood floor already in his skates and raring to go. "It's easy."
Braden looked warily between his best friend and his two fathers.
"Go, you'll have lots of fun. And we'll be right here if you need us. Ok?"
Slowly the boy nodded and let Jimmy help him onto the floor. When they got to the railing Jimmy placed Braden's hand on it and showed him how to move his feet.
"You need us to do anything?" Catherine asked.
"Get your skates and have fun."
"And I'll be back to pick up the boys for their sleep over later," Jimmy's father said.
"Guys, I have to thank you for inviting us," Grissom commented when he arrived moments later with a rectangular box wrapped in green paper. "It was no fun when Lindsay decided she didn't want a party anymore." He looked over at Catherine who was lacing up her skates.
"Hey, don't blame me. You need to take that straight to the girl."
"Oh, I'm not blaming you. Nick, Greg, where do you want this?"
"Um... let's start a pile over here." Greg took the box and set it with the presents that had already been set aside in a corner.
"You know, I didn't have my first sleep over until I was ten. And I didn't let Lindsay go to one until she was eleven. Don't you think five's too young?"
"He's only going to his best friend's house. Just the two of them. So, I think it'll be ok."
Pretty soon the place was crowded with Braden's ten classmates, a few of their parents, and the graveyard team.
"Hey guys, sorry we're late."
Greg spun around at the familiar Oklahoman accent and threw his arms around Bobby Dawson. "I don't care that you're late, I'm glad you could make it!"
"Where do you want this?" a thirteen year old girl with long dark blonde hair asked.
"Hi to you too, Austin. The present pile is over there," Greg said. "I'm glad you came."
"This looks like fun. It's too bad my own skates are too small now. I'll have to rent and who knows what's in those... you know how many pairs of feet have been in them?"
Nick chuckled. "You sound like Sara."
"So I've been told." The teenager smiled before leaving to find the pile for their birthday gift to Braden.
"Sorry, these two left me to lock up the car alone." The new party goer threw Bobby a short lived ugly face.
Bobby only laughed. "Sorry, Jacky, but Austin didn't want to be any later than we already were."
Jack Dawson, of no relation to the Titanic victim, was tall, with a wide smile and a slightly receding black hairline, though he had yet to see any grey hair. He was still young at only thirty-seven years old. He linked arms with Bobby.
"Dad, can I have my ticket to get my skates?" Austin asked, holding her hand out to Bobby.
"Go, go, all of you. You all need skates," Greg shooed them away towards the rental counter.
Kids and adults alike got out on the floor to have fun. Greg laughed hysterically when Grissom attempted to stand up on his skates for the first time and promptly fell over, his arms waving around, trying to catch his balance at the last moment. It then took Warrick, Greg, and Nick to get him back up and into a chair, all the while his feet rolled everywhere. Braden skated over and watched the hysterics as Nick toppled over, nearly falling on top of his boss.
"Ok, up you come, Nicky." Greg reached out a hand and pulled his husband to his feet before reaching for Gil. "I think you'd better stay seated for awhile."
"Yeah, maybe you should stick to roller coasters."
"That and bug collecting."
"Hey, I can do this. Just give me a chance... or two. I'll surprise you all someday."
"Yeah, someday. When's that gonna be?"
"Don't worry, we'll take care of him out there." Catherine and Sara approached, holding out their hands. Together, they helped him out onto the floor and kept him upright between them.
Jimmy came off the floor with a few friends to see what had captivated Braden's attention. The boy giggled, pointing at Grissom and told them what had happened. The kids laughed.
Out on the floor, Austin had her hair pulled back into a ponytail. Wearing her favorite faded jeans and a plain blue t-shirt, she was helping a little girl back on her feet after a fall. And when she was up, Austin held her hand and skated slowly with her around the edge of the rink.
In a carpeted corner, wearing her small skates, stood a little blonde girl, also five years old. She looked a little scared, as she watched others having fun around her, laughing and talking together.
Braden pulled on Greg's pant leg to get his attention as the other kids went back out to skate.
"Yeah, kiddo?"
Braden pointed towards the girl and quietly asked who she was.
"That's Patty."
"Why does she look scared?"
"She's shy, just like you are. Why don't you go say 'hi' and see if she'll skate with you."
Their son's eyes grew big at that scary thought.
"You can play with Jimmy, right? Why not Patty? And what about the other kids you've skated with today?"
"I'm not really friends with them. Only Jimmy. She's quiet at school. Doesn't say much."
"That's ok. She doesn't need to." Greg knelt down in front of Braden. "You know what it's like to be scared and feel alone in a crowded room, don't you?"
The boy nodded.
"That's what she's feeling like right now."
"She is?" Braden looked from his father to Patty and back again in surprise.
"Why don't you go over there and introduce yourself. Make her feel more comfortable. I bet she'd like that."
"You think so?"
"I know so. Just imagine yourself where she is right now."
Braden slowly nodded.
"Ok," he sounded a little unsure of himself but he skated toward her anyway.
Both of his fathers watched him. As he approached she seemed to shrink away from him, but he didn't back away, like they imagined he would. He spoke, though Nick couldn't hear what he was saying to her. She looked up then, and saw the two men watching them.
"Come on," Nick took Greg's hand, and pulled him to the rink. "They'll be fine without us."
They skated half way around the rink's edge, closest to the hand railing, before Nick's skates got caught up in each other and he began to fall. Greg caught him and held him up for a few seconds before he too went down, neither of them having time to grab the railing. They landed together in a tangled heap just as the ref skated over.
"You two need a hand up?"
Nick's face was turning a light shade of pink. "My pride's already been bruised, but sure. Otherwise, I might fall again," Nick said as Greg untangled their limbs and got up without assistance. Together, with the ref's help, he got Nick back on his feet.
Once Nick was steady and the ref had left them to help someone else, Greg lead him forward again. But now his legs were stiff, anticipating another fall, his knees locked, and his feet spread wide apart. He advanced slowly, nervously. When they got near the exit he began to loose his balance.
"G! I'm going..." he slipped and fell. "Down."
Greg remained standing, though just how he hadn't fallen with him this time, Nick wasn't sure. Greg helped him up again.
"Just get me off this floor. I want my sneakers back."
"Nicky," Greg whined when he sat down. "Come on, don't make me skate alone."
"I'm not. Braden's waving at you. I think he wants to show you something. Besides, it's about time to get the cake and presents out. If you can keep him occupied, I can get that done."
"Go on, man. I'll help Nick." Warrick appeared, no skates on.
Greg skated off toward their son who waited for him in the middle of the floor with Jimmy and Patty. Apparently Braden's talking to her had worked. Nick smiled, remembering how Greg had, had to assure her many times that she'd be ok without her mother when she's first arrived. Now, she was skating with Braden and Jimmy, a smile on her face.
Nick watched Greg spin Braden around.
"You really do have a beautiful family, Nick. I'll admit, at first I didn't see it all those years ago. But now... you're damn lucky."
"It ain't perfect, Rick. We have out ups and downs."
"Yeah, but you always come out alright in the end."
Nick nodded, his eyes locked on Greg now watching their son skate in circles around him. "I don't know what I would do if it didn't turn out alright," he whispered.
"Hey, don't get yourself down, man. It's Braden's birthday. Let's go get that cake out. You can't possibly carry it with those skates on and I'm not letting you take them off."
Someone had gone to a lot of trouble to find the original action figures of Braden's favorite cartoon, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, along with several DVDs of the original 80's show.
"G, I still can't believe you did that." Nick stood apart from the party crowd with Greg, watching everyone else having fun. "But he looks happy."
"I think he likes Grissom's chem set better."
"And we were going to get him one next year."
"I think next year he'll be ready for a new bike without training wheels."
"You think?"
"Sure. I was six when I got my first big bike."
"You're just a genius at everything, G."
"Hey, the boy's gotta take after one of his fathers. Why not me?"
"Yeah, why not you? He could follow me. You never know."
"Guess we'll just have to wait and find out."
"What? You got presents too?" Braden asked, catching only the end of their conversation.
"Of course we did. We got you. That's presents enough for us."
Braden giggled. "Look what Jimmy got me! Movies!"
They looked down to see Monsters Inc. and Finding Nemo clutched in his hands.
"Hey, that's cool. Maybe we can watch one of them tomorrow afternoon when you get back from your sleep over."
"Yeah!"
"So... what did the others get you?"
"I got a toy car set! It's got big trucks in it too! And I got an Etcha Sketch! It's sooo cool!"
When the presents were opened and the cake eaten the woman who'd greeted them at the door made an announcement, "for all birthdays celebrated here, we do something a little fun. Anyone who wishes to participate, please have your skates on and meet me in the middle of the rink."
"What are we doing?" Nick felt a slight panic in his stomach.
"I don't know, but we're going out there."
"G, no. I gotta hold onto something."
"Hold onto me." Greg gave him his patented Devil's grin and Nick felt his face flush.
"Daddy! Da! Are you coming?"
"I'm gonna watch you two have fun." Nick pushed Greg over to the rink.
"But Da!"
"No buts. I'll just fall down."
"Come on!" Jimmy pulled Braden away from Nick.
"I'm really not good on these skates, Rick. And my shoes are in some locker over there..."
"Yeah, yeah, I'll help you over to the railing." Warrick held out his elbow for Nick to hold onto. "But I'm letting you know I don't want to get in trouble with the Misses for this."
Nick could only laugh.
Everyone who'd gone out onto the floor, mostly the kids, were instructed to get in a large circle.
"Now, I'm sure you've all done the Hokey Pokey before. But how many of you have done it on skates?"
No one raised their hands and Nick chuckled at Braden's suddenly wide eyes.
"No offence, but Greg's gonna fall flat on his ass."
"What's he doing out there? Can he do that?" Catherine asked.
"I hope so."
"Guys, he's not seventy. I wish I could explain all the things he can do..."
"Please don't. Spare us the details."
Nick grinned. "Well, you're in luck. I don't kiss and tell anyway."
The music started up. Greg put his left foot out, brought it back, put it out and turned around with ease. Some of the kids had trouble and barely moved while others went crazy and didn't do the dance properly at all. Austin was helping little Patty stay upright as she turned around awkwardly.
"Sure, Austin can be moody sometimes," Nick overheard Jack talking to one of the other parents somewhere nearby. "She's thirteen after all. But today, thank God, she's in one of her best moods. She's a good kid though. Straight A student. Wants to work at a camp for underprivileged kids this summer."
When the dance was over it was announced that they would all be doing the Chicken Dance. The song started up and Nick could only laugh hysterically as Greg got into it with gusto, embarrassing his son, by squawking like a chicken that sounded more like it was dying than anything else. Fewer people fell down during this song, and he saw many relieved faces, though most of them were beaming with happiness and pride that they'd been able to do it.
"And one last special song that we always do," the woman announced. "The YMCA, only this time you'll be skating around the rink in reverse. This is for anyone who wants to join in. After this song we'll have you turn and continue skating counterclockwise as you have been."
Nick watched as Greg guided Braden towards the edge of the floor and showed him how to move his hands to the music as they skated. He enjoyed watching Braden with a look of extreme concentration on his face as he listened to the song for the cues he needed to make the hand motions.
Some of the parents got out on the floor now, found their children, and helped them along. He could tell it was a little disorienting for most of the skaters to be suddenly forced to skate in the opposite direction. Only a few children fell down and one adult but the ref was right there to help them up again.
"I did it, Da! I did it!" Braden excitedly exclaimed when he found Nick.
"Yeah, you were terrific out there! Someday you'll have to show me how to do that."
"Da!"
"What?"
"Daddy says you already know!"
"Oh... well... maybe... but not on skates."
"But you won't skate."
"Ha. You're trapped in a corner by your own son," Warrick laughed. "And I'm not gonna help get you out of it."
"Gee thanks, Rick. And here I thought you were my friend."
"Not when you're pitted against him, I'm not. He's just a kid. I don't fight kids."
"So you're taking his side then... what's a guy to do?"
"Find Greg. He'll defend your honor and all that."
Nick laughed a little. "Greg? Greg, I need some help over here!"
"You got yourself into that mess, honey. I'm not coming to your defenses."
Nick looked from Greg who was just passing them out on the floor to the man and boy in front of him. "What did I do to deserve this?" he muttered to himself. "They're all ganging up on me!"
"It's ok, Da. You carry me to get candy from machine?"
"Candy? You just had cake! And why can't you skate over there yourself?"
"I know. But I want candy. And my legs are tired."
"Alright. Just because it's your birthday I'll let you have some candy from the vending machine. But I can't carry you. I've still got skates on and I'll just bring us both down, even on this carpet. But look, you see all the chairs between here and the machine?"
Braden looked. "Yeah?"
"They're all bolted to the floor. That means they won't move so you can use them as a hand railing and you won't fall. Come on, I'll come with you. That way, if I fall, you'll be there to help me back up."
"Da!"
Once all the kids had left with their parents, Braden had gone home with Jimmy, and Austin had been picked up by a friend's mom, Nick began to help the staff clean up the mess they'd made. A gentle hand stopped him.
"G..."
"That's their job. Come skate with me."
"But the party's over."
"It doesn't have to be. We still have the place rented for another two hours."
"We do?" Another surprise and another mystery to add to the list.
"I told the team to stay. Jack's getting my bag from the car."
"You mean you're finally gonna tell me what's in it?"
"Nope." Jack walked over at that moment and handed Greg the bag. "I'm going to show you. Cause baby, you ain't seen nothing yet!"
With a flourish, he yanked off his rental skates, unzipped the bag and pulled out a pair of old, worn out skates, not in-lines. By now, the whole team had come over to watch.
"G... why did you rent when you had your own?"
"Cause you wanted in-lines."
Nick felt bad now. "I'm sorry, hun."
"Don't be. This way I didn't steal Braden's show earlier." Greg was quick to lace up his old-fashioned black skates. Standing up, he skated toward the rink, off the carpet and onto the hardwood. "Ahh, this feels much better," he sighed, as he skated once around the rink, getting used to the older skates. "It's just like riding a bike."
"Greg, you're going to fall flat on your ass, just like I said earlier."
"Yeah, but I didn't. Did I?"
Nearing the team again, he changed position, putting his left skate on the front two wheels and spun around so he was skating backward, almost doing a Michael Jackson Moon Walk. When Nick saw his face, he saw that his husband's eyes had gone, once again, to that happy memory, and he wondered what it was, and if it was possible to join him. Or create better ones with him.
"He's not half bad," someone commented.
"Come on, Nicky. Let me romance you out on the floor."
"G... you know I can't skate."
"I won't let you fall. I promise."
"Go." Warrick pushed Nick forward, off the carpeted area toward Greg.
"Rick!" Nick screamed, his eyes wide. He heard laughter behind him and then he was falling into Greg's arms, solid Greg, who didn't even flinch when he caught him. Nick stopped, paused, realizing that Greg had caught him and they were both, indeed, still standing.
"I used to have his job when I was in highschool," Greg said, aiming his thumb at the ref on the other side of the rink.
"You did?"
"Best summer job I ever had. These were my skates. Haven't used them in years."
Greg wrapped his arms around Nick's waist.
"So, that's where you went in the car and just now."
Greg laughed. "That's where I went."
"So if you're so good, why'd you fall that first time?"
"Cause I didn't want you to feel all embarrassed alone."
"Then why didn't you fall with me the second time?"
"I'm sorry, babe. I just didn't feel like falling again."
Nick was still stiff, afraid of loosening up, least he fall over.
"That's your problem."
"Huh?" Nick looked at Greg as if he had three heads instead of one.
"You're too stiff. Loosen up a little. It'll make it easier. Make fluid movements, imagine yourself walking on the street. Or swiming. That kind of fluid."
"I really can't do this. Rick, he pushed me out here..."
"And with good reason, it seems. You need practice. This'll be easy. Just move with me."
"G... I..."
"Just move." Greg pulled him forward while he skated backwards.
Nick grabbed hold of Greg's arms and held on tight.
"Don't look so scared, Nick!" Catherine shouted.
He tried to laugh but it came out closer to a whimper than an actual laugh, turning his face red in embarrassment, once again. "You come out here then and try this!"
"I already know how to skate."
"Eyes on me," Greg let one of Nick's hips go and brought his chin around, locking their eyes together.
Staring into Greg's compelling, deep chocolate pools, he found he couldn't look away, no matter how hard he tried.
"I love you," Greg whispered. "And I thank you. This day would not have been possible without you."
"What are you getting at?" his concentration on his feet was broken by Greg's words.
"I wouldn't have Braden in my life if I hadn't gotten together with you. And if he wasn't in our lives we wouldn't have had this awesome day."
"Not having this day with you and Braid, this life, would kill me now that I've experienced it first hand." Nick found that his hand had come up and was now caressing Greg's ear, and tugging on his earlobe, their public version of a kiss.
And then voices reached his ears. A chant. "Kiss, kiss, kiss..."
Time stood still as Greg brought their lips together. It was the most beautiful thing he'd ever tasted and it kept getting better as each day passed. When they fell apart Catherine was meowing like a cat in recognition of her approval. Nick was startled to realize they were almost back to the point where he'd first collided with Greg and he was moving at least with semi-fluidness.
"See? I told you, you could do it."
Nick smiled. "Yeah, I guess you were right."
They were joined on the floor, moments later by Jack and Bobby, who held hands while they skated together with ease.
"Come on, Warrick, I'm sure Greg's skates'll fit you," Sara teased.
"No way. No way am I going out there."
"Well, you forced Nick."
"But that's different."
"How?"
"It just is, ok?"
"He's just jealous cause Nick's got me, that's all," Greg joked. "But I'm sorry Warrick. Kissing you just wouldn't be the same as kissing Nick. No offense."
Warrick snorted. "None taken. I wouldn't want to kiss you either."
Greg guided Nick off the floor as both Sara and Catherine pulled Grissom with them.
"Do you think Braid's doing ok?" Greg asked when they sat down.
Nick looked at him to see genuine concern on his face.
"You know, Brass once told me 'The first time you have to send them away and say goodbye is always the hardest. But it never gets any easier.'"
"He was damn right."
"He's got both our cell numbers. He'll call if he needs us. Now go skate. I want to watch you have fun."
Greg stood up with a quick kiss. "I wish you'd join me."
"I might in awhile. Right now, I just want to watch," Nick smiled.
His husband skated off, did a tight spin on the floor before he began to skate fast around the rink. When he reached Bobby and Jack he circled around them, eliciting a surprised yell from both men. He only grinned and continued on toward the other three on the floor. Sara was alone while Catherine continued to help their boss. Greg skated around Sara and at the last moment, grabbed her hand and pulled her forward, with him. She screeched in surprise but then laughed through their fast pace. When he pulled her in a tight circle around Grissom and Catherine she screamed his name. He let her go and skated on.
Nick laughed at the spectacle Greg was making of himself as he picked up Greg's discarded rental skates and pushed them toward Warrick. "Put these on and get out there," he ordered. "If I had to do it so do you. You only have to go around once. That's it."
Warrick protested but Nick was able to wear him down quickly and get him into the skates. The CSI stumbled out onto the floor where his legs promptly flew out from under him just as Greg skated by. The younger CSI spun around and came back to help Warrick back up onto his feet before the ref had time to make it over.
"I'm not holding onto you, looking into your eyes, or kissing you, Sanders."
"Who said anything about any of that?"
"Just get me over to the railing and I'll be fine."
"That means you'll have to hold onto me then. Can you handle that?"
Warrick groaned. "Nick, I'm gonna kill you for this, I swear."
"Only once around, Rick. That's all."
Nick leaned back in his seat, spreading his arms across the other chairs next to him and feeling completely relaxed. He truly had the best view in the house. While they weren't blood related, these people he worked with day-in an day-out were close enough to be considered family, just like Greg's parents and grandparents in California and his own brothers, sisters, nieces, nephews, cousins, and parents in Texas.
He suddenly realized that having the team here, where there was no crime or dead body concerned, meant the world to him. Here, there was less of a chance any one of them could be hurt, less of a chance something could get to them the way child abuse cases got to him. Here, there was no stress of the job. Nothing but a good time had by all.
Just being able to watch them have fun together, laughing, jibing each other, made him feel like the luckiest person on the face of the earth. And when he remembered Braden giving Greg his special goodbye hug before he'd left for his first sleep over with Jimmy, it made him feel that much more lucky. Life couldn't get much better than it was right then. In fact... he didn't think it could at all.
A/N: This chapter was inspired by the last time I went skating. I'm an in-line girl, never could figure out the old skates, but watching the refs skate so easily made me think those skates would be perfect for Greg, and I think he would have made a cool ref in high school. And yes, at my old hometown rink they always did the Hokey Pokey, the YMCA and the Chicken Dance right after a birthday party, at least those that were happening during public skate times. This meant that anyone could join in, whether they knew the birthday kid or not. Yes, that means I've had plenty of experience doing all three on skates. Lol.
BTW, I had no idea I was inadvertently naming Bobby's husband after Jack from Titanic, until I got to this chapter, which is why I put that little line in about the Titanic victim. Ah, a little humor, I think, though I'm sure there are plenty of Jack Dawson's in the real world just the same. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this chapter and please do review! You know that's what makes my day!
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