I keep saying that my A/Ns are going to get shorter. Ha! I think we all know that is true!

Um, chapter 33. I'm just going to let you enjoy it now.

Story so far...

After Blaine proposes in the park to the tune of A Thousand Years, he runs off. Kurt spends Monday trying to carry on, not to a great amount of success...

-*T&C*-

When Kurt woke up on Tuesday morning, he was in bed. He had the vaguest memory of getting undressed just after ten o'clock and crawling under the covers, but it took longer for him to remember his conversation with Greg. And when he did, he crawled off to have a shower, where the falling water could drown the sound of his tears.

When he got out, he looked at the time, then at the emptiness in his bed. He picked up the phone.

"Hi? Janet?"

"Kurt? How can I help? We missed you yesterday."

Kurt grimaced. He had planned on lying. Now, he couldn't. "Yeah, I'm sorry. It's... I'm a bit shaken up at the moment."

"I'm sorry to hear that. I hope Blaine's taking good care of you? That is your boyfriend's name, yeah?"

Kurt bit his lip to make it bleed. "Mm. That's just the thing, Janet. I don't know any more. I... I don't know where he is."

"Oh." Then a pause. "Oh."

"Yeah. And to be honest I'm not sure if I'd be able to concentrate on anything until I find him or at least find out if he's okay, so-"

"Kurt, you're one of our best employees. Take all the time off that you need."

Kurt started to feel guilty. "But I've had so much time off already..."

"And you rarely take a holiday. Go on, just accept this. If you really want, you can work it back when you're ready."

Kurt sighed, happy that at least one side of his life was going well. "Thanks, Janet."

"No problem, Kurt. And, good luck."

He thanked her and hung up. Well, that was work sorted.

He sighed.

As he ran a tired hand back through his hair, he wondered where his- where Blaine could be. He had already tried those friends of his closest to home; namely Greg. Next, he knew he had to try those further afield. He knew it was unlikely that Blaine would have travelled without so much as a weekend bag of bowties, but he had to try. After all, what else could he do?

He returned to the study, knowing full well that he should sort the room out for Mercedes and her friend. He just didn't have the energy. He opened a drawer in the desk and drew out a notebook, and then took a thick pen from the pen pot on the desk.

13:00 clear room out - that is an order, Kurt. Don't try and get out of it.

He tacked the note to the wall and then set an alarm which he sat underneath it. Obviously, exceptions could be made if Blaine came back. And he hoped that, come this evening, the room wouldn't be sorted.

He sat down at the desk again and looked at the time. 7:46. He did some quick calculations. That meant it was quarter to eight in New York, where Santana lived, but he doubted Blaine would have gone to her anyway. Similarly, to Britt, in Florida. There was Joe and Quinn in New Haven also at quarter to eight. But it seemed a bit too early to call them, or Finn and Rach in Lima. Would Blaine even go to stay with Kurt's father? It was highly doubtful. That left Mike, Tina and Sam in Chicago at quarter to seven, and Puck and Mercedes in LA at quarter to five. Way too early to ring them. Rory… no. Blaine was never that close to him anyway, and he had returned to Ireland after the reunion. Lauren still lived in Ohio, but she'd quit the New Directions before Blaine came to McKinley. There was Artie who sort of travelled around. Kurt knew he had a flat here in Ohio, but he was rarely there. It was rented out when he didn't use it. It was a possibility… And then there was Sugar. Sugar Motta who ran the sushi sweetshop in Toledo. He looked at the time again. 7:51. The chances were she was up and getting ready to go to work.

Kurt scrambled around in the desk, looking again for the address book. As useful as electronic systems were, there was always a chance of them failing. The address book was one of the things Kurt had insisted upon when they'd got their apartment. Blaine had said it was a great idea.

Kurt closed his eyes. He couldn't think like that. Yes, everything came back to Blaine. But Blaine was coming back. Everything would be alright.

He pulled the book out of the drawer, flipped to M and then keyed Sugar's number into the home phone.

"Hi?"

"Hello. Sugar? It's Kurt."

"Kurtie? Hi! Wasn't the reunion great?"

It didn't take a genius to figure out that she had no idea why he was calling. Blaine clearly wasn't with her. He considered it best to not tell her. "Yeah, it was. Erm, that's why I was calling actually. I wanted to say that, whatever Will and Shelby must have done, it really paid off. You were great, gal!"

She giggled. "Aww, really, you think so?"

"Sure."

"Well thanks."

"Yeah. Anyway, I don't want to keep you. Aren't you opening up shop soon?"

"Yah, I am. But thank you."

"No problem. Bye."

Kurt put the phone down and collapsed on the desk. Well Toledo was out. Kurt chewed at his lip, then realising that he was hungry. "Breakfast," he muttered to himself.

Instead of pouring himself a bowl of cereal, or sticking some bread in the toaster, he stood from the desk and went to the front door, slipping his feet inside his shoes and throwing a coat over his shoulders. He grabbed a set of keys and went out.

He looked about as he walked at the trees, the life. Everything was abuzz, which shocked him back to the present. The last time he'd been outside was… He buried his hands deep inside his pockets, clenching his fists to cut his nails into his soft skin. He can't think like that, not anymore. The last time he was outside he was with Lily. He made a new friend and she walked him home. It was her voice that he played over in his head as he walked to the nearest café.

He pushed open the door, the bell above it ringing as he opened it. He slipped inside and approached the girl on the till. "Can I have Eggs Benedict, please?"

She tapped her keypad and then looked back up at him. "Anything else?"

"A medium drip." The order was out of his lips before he had time to process it. He let the girl take it, not bothering to correct himself. It must have been his subconscious speaking, telling him what he wanted to taste and not what he wanted to drink. He handed the money over and took his coffee and a seat in the corner furthest from the door.

He kept his eyes to the window as he sipped, waiting for his food and waiting for Blaine to suddenly walk past the door. By the time his eggs came, all he'd seen were three sets of parents with a baby in a pushchair, eleven teenage couples, and thirty six singles. None of the singles had been Blaine.

He turned his attention to his food, and his mental notebook. Who should he call next? As he cut into an egg, letting the gooey yolk swamp the muffin, he thought of those in different time zones. He needed to leave them for after lunch, just to make sure that they were awake. He bit into his muffin. How about those in the same time zone as him? Who would be up? Who would Blaine have gone to? The only plausible place, in Kurt's mind, was Lima. He grimaced as he wiped orange egg yolk off his skin. He didn't want to explain his situation to Finn, nor to his dad. But he wanted Blaine back. He'd do anything to get Blaine back. He chewed on some bacon. Then there was Sue, and Will and Emma. While Kurt couldn't see Blaine going to Sue, it was possible that he'd gone to the Schuesters'. After all, he had lived there, albeit for a short time, after his parents had kicked him out. He sipped at his medium drip. He was pretty certain that Blaine hadn't gone back to his parents' house. In fact, he was almost positive.

Kurt picked his phone out of his pocket and flicked through his contacts, trying to find any more inspiration as to who to call. Fairly close to the top was a name which he hadn't put there, but he knew had gone on there on Sunday night. He paused over it. He was just about to press it when his phone rung.

He hit accept and then cursed himself for not checking the caller first. "Hello?" The other end remained silent. Kurt's heart leapt to his mouth. "Blaine? Is that you? Because if it is then I'm so sorry and I need to tell you how sorry I am and can you please come home so that we can talk about this only I'm not home at the minute I'm actually out for breakfast because I've been in the house for the last few days and I needed some air and oh god I've missed you so much and I promise-"

"Kurt?"

Kurt's stomach turned. "You're not Blaine," he stated, careful not to let the tears start falling again in such a public place.

"Well unless Blaine has had a sex change, I guess not." Lily sounded apologetic. "But thanks for answering my question before I had even asked it. Next one: where are you eating breakfast?"

Kurt sighed. "I'm guessing your question was about Blaine then. No, I haven't seen him since. And now I'm going out of my mind." Kurt heard her sigh and mentally kicked himself for being so limp. "I'm sorry."

"No, please don't apologise." She paused. Kurt could hear her walking somewhere. Then she hung up.

"Hello?" Kurt peered at his phone. "Lily?" No answer. She had gone. Well. He considered ringing her back, asking why she'd cut the call off. Maybe she'd gone out of signal. Just as he was about the hit call again, he felt a hand on his shoulder.

"Found you."

Kurt jumped and looked into the bright blue eyes above him. "So you have." He hugged her quickly before she sat down, stealing a corner of his muffin from his plate. "Those were grey the other night."

Lily frowned at him before laughing, swallowing the muffin. "My eyes. Yeah, they tend to do that."

"Why?"

She shrugged. "Really cool genes? Anyway, update please?" She stole another corner of muffin and coated it in hollandaise sauce before popping it into her mouth.

Kurt gave in and pushed his plate towards her. "I woke up yesterday in the hall, moped about and then called his boss in the evening. He had no idea where he was. I woke up this morning in bed and alone and called one of our old school friends and made a plan of when to call the rest of them. Um, came here, bought breakfast and then met you and watched you eat it."

Lily giggled as some bacon disappeared into her mouth. She swallowed it. "Sorry," she said sheepishly. "I haven't had breakfast."

"I figured," Kurt smiled.

"So. You're certainly seeming better, yeah? That's not all an act?"

Kurt sighed. "I guess I'm feeling a bit more optimistic. I mean, how many places could he have gone? And when I see him again, I'll explain everything. We'll be okay. We've fallen out in the past; it's not like this is the first time or anything stupid. And we always get back together."

Lily smiled. "Good." She grabbed Kurt's coffee before he could stop her and took a swig. She raised her eyebrow when she tasted the liquid but said nothing, merely returned Kurt's cup to him. "So, these people. The ones you're going to ring? Tell me about that."

"They're all friends from school. Blaine didn't really have many friends outside me, his boss, and his friends from McKinley. So I guessed he'd be with one of them if he wasn't with me or Greg. That's his boss: Greg. I've rung one of our friends, but she sounded clueless as to why I was ringing. So I just asked her about work. Next on my list is my brother which I'm not looking forward to."

"You think he'd go to your brother?"

"Well, he's technically my stepbrother. But yeah. They're pretty close. The only problem is that Finn still lives with my dad, and I don't really want to let on to my dad what's going on. I don't know how I could ring without making it really obvious though."

Lily seemed to consider. Then she stood up and held out her hand. "Come on."

"Come on where?" Kurt asked.

"Out. We're going to look around while you think. And then when you've thought, you're going to sit on a park bench and talk, with me sitting next to you so that you don't start crying again. And we're going to find Blaine." She narrowed her eyes at Kurt. "You haven't been out of the house since you last saw me?" Kurt shook his head. "Then we might bump into him outside. Come on, he has to be somewhere."

Kurt smiled and stood, looping his arm with hers. "I knew there was a reason why I liked you."

Lily scoffed mockingly. "You mean it's not my charming good looks?" she teased.

They left the café laughing.

"Hello?"

Kurt breathed a sigh of relief as his brother answered the phone, and looked at Lily with a smile. Their walk together, whilst not discovering Blaine, had resulted in Kurt deciding that if Finn answered the phone he'd tell him the truth, and if it was his dad, he'd say he was calling about Rachel and the possibility for her coming to sing with the boys before the seniors left this summer. Now he didn't have to lie. He did, however, have to come clean.

"Finn. Hi, it's me. This is going to sound… I'm just going to come right out and say it. Has Blaine been in contact with you?" Kurt closed his eyes and crossed his fingers.

"Um, I'm sorry dude, I haven't. Have you two fallen out or something?"

Kurt breathed out the air he hadn't realised he'd held in. He looked at Lily and shook his head. She pouted at him sympathetically then rested her head on his shoulder, grabbing his arm and holding it around her waist, threading his fingers into hers.

"You could say that. Look, are you, um, alone and sitting?"

There was a pause and the sound of a door closing and a bed creaking. "I am now."

"Good. He proposed to me."

Kurt winced away from the phone as he heard the one Finn's end clatter to the ground. He continued to hold it away from his ear as he heard Finn picking it up again, expecting him to be loud and excitable.

"I'm so sorry, bro." Well, that wasn't the reaction he'd been expecting. "So you said no and he left before you could explain?"

Kurt smiled sadly, a tear escaping from his eye and running down his cheek. "I love you, Finn."

Kurt could hear the smile in Finn's voice as he replied. "I love you too, bro. Now go find him. And don't worry; I won't say a word to Rachel or Burt."

Kurt hung up and tightened his grip on Lily. "It's what I expected."

"Your brother knows you well," she commented. Kurt hummed in agreement. "More well than Blaine?"

Kurt stopped. Everything stopped. The birds no longer tweeted in the trees, and the traffic no longer passed. Breathing became silent and the clocks stopped ticking. "No," he argued. "No, Blaine knows me better," he insisted. "Blaine loves me." He swallowed. "Blaine loves me and I love him." Kurt smiled. "And he loves me so much that he wanted to marry me."

Kurt turned to Lily, a huge smile on his face as he realised what she'd been getting at. He managed to hug her in thanks before he broke down crying.

Come mid-afternoon, Kurt had gone back home and rung around a few more people, giving them all excuses as to why he was ringing. Lily had made lunch while he'd started working on the spare bedroom, moving his laptop and address book to the dresser in his bedroom whilst hiding everything else in the desk's drawers. His chair he also wheeled to his bedroom for the time being. He had got the other bed out (they had thought a guest bed was perfect for this room as the spare mattress was out of the way until it was needed) and made them both up with duvets and pillows. Then Lily had called him to eat his pasta.

He was rather impressed at what she'd managed to make given the limited ingredients and an unfamiliar kitchen, but was certainly thankful for it. After crying in the park, she had led him back and insisted on coming in. He couldn't have fought her if he'd tried. She had made him mugs of coffee and hot water whilst he rang around remaining friends, and when she'd offered to cook them lunch, he couldn't refuse.

She had cooed over Bocelli, and Kurt had had to kick her out after he'd told her about Pavarotti for fear of his eardrums bursting but the amount of times she'd said how cute it was. Now he was home alone again, but in far better spirits. He looked at the address book. One place left. He picked up the phone and dialled the number.

"Hello, Chang residence. Butler speaking; how can I help?"

Kurt immediately burst out laughing. "You dork," he spluttered. "You're not allowed to be that dorky."

The 'butler' laughed. "Sorry. Kurt, yeah?"

Kurt managed to calm his laughing down to a manageable level. "You got that just from my laugh?"

"Yep."

Kurt laughed again. He remembered why he had fallen for the blond when he'd first seen him at McKinley. Sam had a way with making people laugh, there was no denying that. But he'd chosen the right man.

And for some reason, he found that he couldn't lie to him. "Sam, there's something I want to ask you."

"Fire away."

"Has Blaine been in contact with you?"

Sam paused. "There is no way that you two have had a row that bad."

Kurt breathed out shakily. "He proposed. I said no."

Kurt heard a shuffle. "Right, I'm sitting down. Tell me more."

After the initial 'I'm crushing on you and you're straight', Kurt and Sam had found it difficult to talk to each other. Then the whole 'you are delivering pizza because you're homeless so I'm going to help you' situation happened and, although they weren't besties, they understood each other a lot more. Kurt felt like he could talk to Sam. So he did.

"We live in Columbus. That's still in Ohio. I guess you know that. And however much equality has come on here since we were in school, I still can't get married here. And if I get married elsewhere, it doesn't count back here."

"And you can't move because of your jobs."

"Exactly!" Kurt was impressed at just how much Sam seemed to understand. "Yes, Broadway was my dream. But then I stayed in Ohio for Blaine, just like how he left Dalton for me. I started at Tommy Bahama's and I haven't looked back. I love it there. I have great friends and a great job and I love working there. I enjoy it. And from what I hear, that's rare with a job. They give me time off and they treat me like some sort of royalty. I will never get that anywhere else."

"It's a rare quality."

"Exactly. And then there are the Warblers. Blaine loves them. I love them. He has lead them to win Nationals before and he'll do it again. But he didn't this year. He won't be content to leave it like this. He'll want to take them there again, and leave with the trophy. He loves those boys like his own. I'm amazed he hasn't asked me if we could adopt some of them yet. He'd do anything for them and I just can't see him leaving that behind. More to the point, I won't let him, not for me."

"You said no because you love him too much."

"I…" Kurt smiled fondly. "Were you there?"

"No. I'm just that psychic."

Kurt laughed again. It felt so good to laugh. "Well you're spot on. What would have happened if I'd said yes? We pack up our bags, pack up our lives, and move to… where, New York? We find a place there which costs three times as much for somewhere half as nice, and then get jobs which are only adequate, that we wear ourselves out at and come home exhausted every night. And then the arguments start; why did we leave Ohio? Why did you make me move here? Why did you stop me from taking my boys to Nationals to win again? Why did you make me give up the job I loved so much?"

"And didn't you tell us you'd just got a pet?"

"Yeah, Bocelli." Kurt walked over to his cage as he spoke. "I doubt he'd like to travel. And I don't want to say goodbye to him any time soon." He poked a slender finger through the bars of his cage. "I lost Pavarotti all too soon, I think my heart would break if I had to lose Boci too." He sighed. "The more I think about it, the more I know that what I said was right. But…"

"But he went missing and you don't know where he is and you're scared that he doesn't understand?"

"Seriously, are you hiding him at your place and just lying to me? You know way too much about this."

"No, experience."

"You've rejected a wedding proposal?" Kurt raised an eyebrow.

"I've known when it's time to take a choice between your dreams and who you love. I just haven't been lucky enough for the two to combine so magically like it does with you and Blaine." Sam paused to swap ears, his right arm getting tired. "He'll be back soon. He won't be able to stay away. He's the love of your life, yeah? And you're the love of his. Trust in him. And in the meantime look after yourself."

Kurt smiled. "I am so glad I called you. You've made me realise that I really did make the right decision. Thank you."

"No problem. Take care. And tell me how it goes, yeah? See you, Kurt."

"Yeah. Thanks, Sam." Kurt hung up feeling a lot better about everything. He'd made the right call. Someone else could see that. All that was left to do was to see Blaine again and to talk to him and make him realise why he'd said no. Or maybe he already had. Maybe he was on his way back now.

Kurt entered their bedroom and dropped his phone on his desk and opened his laptop, perching on the desk chair. He opened up what he'd been working on the previous day and reread it. He started tapping away, every so often glancing from where his fingers were moving to the screen to check he hadn't made any silly typos.

He managed to get a couple of hundred words done before a familiar ache started to tug at his heart. He closed the screen again and left the room. He walked down the corridor to the spare bedroom, giving it a sweeping glance. He approached the bookcase and shuffled a few of the books around to make it look neater. He chewed at his lip, thinking.

He went into the kitchen, judging that it was probably time to eat. He started whistling We Are Young as he pulled a vegetable lasagne out of the fridge. He looked at the cooking instructions and stabbed some holes in the film before sliding it into the microwave and setting the timer for five and a half minutes.

"Tonight, we are young."

He laughed as he heard Bocelli replying to him. He walked into the lounge and looked at the bird's cage. He thought it was parrots who were meant to talk to you. Apparently canaries did a good job too.

But it was true. They were young. His dream of being married at 21 was, he now saw, completely impractical. They had their whole lives in front of them. They were forever. They already knew that; they knew it weeks after they finally got together. Yes, they would get married some day. But why so soon? It would mean moving and quite honestly it was too much hassle. Why spend so much money when they had comparatively little on something which would cause them to get more hate from homophobes?

A bleep from the kitchen made him jump and Kurt drew his gaze away from Bocelli. He had long since stopped humming as he pulled a bowl from a cupboard and tipped the lasagne in it. He found cutlery and sat his meal at the table.

Blaine and Kurt. Kurt and Blaine. Or, Klaine, as their friends at Dalton had called them. They didn't need an expensive ceremony and a couple of rings to prove how much they loved each other. It would be nice. No, it'd be perfect. But one day. Not now.

At the reunion, they had talked of their high school dreams for the future. Blaine had said he wanted to see marriage equality in all fifty states. Kurt smiled to himself. Well, when that day came, they'd certainly be making use of it.

He finished his lasagne and washed the bowl up in the sink. They had a dishwasher but they never seemed to make use of it. They had a window with a beautiful view; why not make use of it? Besides, things always needed washing twice when put in the dishwasher. Anyway, it was far more fun to see how turned on the dryer could get the washer…

Kurt blinked his eyes shut, tears starting to fall again. No, he mustn't think about that. It's something they have, not something they've lost. Blaine has only been gone for… two days. He hadn't seen Blaine in two days. He hadn't heard from Blaine in two days. Larger tears escaped from his eyes and rolled slowly down his cheeks, as if by lingering on his skin they'd pull out all of the hurt. It wasn't working.

He dried his bowl and cutlery and put them away, sniffing away his tears. He dried his hands and got his sketchbook from his bedroom, taking it into the lounge with his phone. He tried to draw some designs, but really the phone had all of his attention. His eyes batted back to it repeatedly, just waiting for the screen to light up. He needed some sort of communication from Blaine. He just needed it.

He gave up on drawing after seeing heart after heart escaping from his pencil. He snapped the book shut and returned it to the bedroom, coming back into the lounge to sit and look at his phone.

Two days. He hadn't seen Blaine in two days. He had no idea where he was or when he was coming back. They hadn't gone this long without communicating since… Well, since their first kiss. Those first few weeks they had talked on the phone until falling asleep. After that the phone bills had told them to stop. Then they just called every night before they went to bed, exchanging stories about their day or singing down the line.

Kurt crawled further onto the sofa and rested his chin on his knees, hugging his legs tightly to his chest. He watched his phone, just waiting for it to ring, or bleep, or light up. He wanted some sign of life from the other side of his heart. He blinked his eyes as he watched it, forcing the tears out of his vision. He sat for an hour until exhaustion overtook him.

A strange school. Hundreds of people milling about it navy blazers. His eyes darted about. He saw a staircase. Down. Right. That was a good idea, yeah? He was totally lost. He took his dark glasses off, spotting someone in front of him and calling out.

"Excuse me? Um, hi." The boy turned around. "Can I ask you a question? I'm new here."

The boy's eyes seemed to light up. He reached up to take the stranger's hand. "My name's Blaine." A spark of electricity passed through the touching of their hands.

"Kurt," he breathed out, caught off balance at the boy's voice, his hands, his eyes. He shook himself back to reality, navy blazers still passing him. He looked for inspiration. What was it he'd wanted to ask? Oh, yes. "So what exactly is going on?"

"The Warblers. Every now and then they throw an impromptu performance in the senior commons. Tends to shut the school down for a while."

And his smile… Oh grilled Cheesus that smile. Kurt blinked back his surprise, his own smile gently lighting his features. Was Blaine flirting with him? Oh, right, words. "So wait, the Glee club here is kind of cool?"

"The Warblers are like rock stars." Blaine's face lit up. Kurt couldn't help but feel a moment of confusion as to the popularity of such a bottom-of-the-food-chain group before letting himself fall in Blaine's smile. "Come on; I know a shortcut."

Before Kurt could comprehend what was happening, Blaine was holding his hand for a second time and pulling him in the opposite direction to the crowds.

Kurt woke up panting.

Blood pounded in his ears so that he couldn't hear anything apart from his breathing. He tried to get air into his lungs. It wasn't working. He needed to calm down.

He grabbed his phone. No messages. He threw it back on the table and didn't stay to watch it bounce off and onto the rug underneath. He staggered to his feet and fell into the bedroom, leaning on the bed and trying to get his head straight. He hadn't dreamt that moment in months. But usually when he did, it made him smile. Never before had it felt so… new. It had felt completely unique. It scared him.

He pushed himself off the bed. He collapsed on the desk chair. He opened his laptop lid. He typed in his password. He clicked at the screen randomly. He opened a webpage. He closed it again. He opened a new document. He clicked close. He maximised iTunes. He exited it. He shut the computer down and closed the lid. He stood up. He walked across the bedroom. He opened his sock drawer. He pulled out his Dalton socks. He put them back. He closed the drawer. He walked back to his chair. He sat down. He span around. He span back. He curled his knees up to his body, buried his face between his legs and sobbed.

He heard the front door close.

Kurt froze. He pricked his ears up, desperate to hear something else to convince him that he hasn't imagined it. He heard footsteps. He leapt out of the chair, dashed out of the room and stumbled down the corridor. Blaine.

"You're back," Kurt breathed, his face almost breaking with the weight of the smile attached to it.

Blaine burnt a hole into the carpet just behind him. "To get my stuff." He flicked his gaze up to meet Kurt's before dropping it again. "And then I'm leaving. This apartment, this life..."

"No..." Kurt swallowed thickly, all traces of humour vanished from his paled face. "No..."

Blaine pushed past Kurt to reach their bedroom. Kurt's bedroom. He stood in the doorway and looked back. His eyes, deep and mournful with emotion, locked with Kurt's as he finished his sentence.

"... you."

Ooh, drama!

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I'm going to leave now before you kill me.

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