Storm's Last Season

Chapter 13 ~ Bad News

previously on BruisedBloodyBroken:

One survivor ... a survivor.

The blue-eyed man huffed out a breath and shook his head in disbelieve.

They had been all dead ... ALL DEAD.

The chick from the weather wore her ever-so-short skirt. The red high-heels let her legs seem longer as they actually were ...

For once, the chick wasn't as interesting anymore as usual. Instead of listening to the weather-report, the man rose from the recliner and left the house through the back-door. He missed out the report about upcoming storms, rain and the possibility of black ice.

He needed to sat some things streight.

He had to retrieve a bad error.

NOW:

Sam was chuckling about the bickering of Bobby and Sonny in the kitchen.

Dean smiled genuinely.

Things had gotten so much better.

Sam wasn't whispering into his ear anymore when it was about to hold a conversation with either Bobby or Sonny. He was even talking with the sheriff. Not in the same way he was talking with Dean, nor did he tell the alpha female about what had happened back at the farm. That were just things he shared with the hunter, who passed them on to the others. At least he passed the important parts of it on and not everything.

Sam had drawn a sketch of Alistair for the sheriff a couple of days ago, had told her that he smelled like an alpha ... That he had behaved like an alpha. Besides the pencil and black crayon, there were those deep blue eyes in an icy blue, a trimmed beard and short hair. The lines on Alistair's face were smooth and though sharp.

So far were no matches found. Not under the name, not in combination with the sketch, nothing.

It was as if that man had never existed.

The omega was still clingy as hell and wouldn't leave Dean's side, except the hunter headed out into town. He liked to be around him. When he was with the Winchester he felt safe and comfortable. There were even moments when he thought there was something more between the both of them. When their looks met sometimes– over the distance – and they didn't have to utter a single word about what the other one was thinking or wanted to say.

He had also found a way to deal with Sonny's and Bobby's presence. More than that. He partly enjoyed being around them at times. The both men weren't a threat, how Sam had to realize. They were more like uncles (at least Dean explained it that way, since Sam had no clue what uncles were supposed to be).

Sam sat in front of the house on the stairs of the porch, wrapped up in a soft blanket and a beanie. He watched the first flakes of snow settling on top of the wrecked cars and the frozen earth.

Winter was here. - At least the lady from the news had announced so.

Dean sat beside him, one arm wrapped around the omega's shoulders. These were definitely the best times in his life. When he and Sam were on their own, just sitting on the porch and staring into the yard or sky.

The alpha had planned something special for tonight though.

Since there was this special SOMETHING between the both of them ... and since they had been close to kissing at some points during the past couple of days ...

Lets say, Dean just wanted it to be special. Their first kiss – SAM'S first kiss. It had to be perfect for the omega.

Sure, Sam sensed that the alpha was planning something. He saw it ont he way he looked at him. Not just the love and adoration, but also the way the corners of his lips curled up in that cocky way.

"I like that.", Sam said out loud and not in that thin, barely-there voice he had used before. "I like being with you like that."

There was complete silence, just the two of them and the crows.

"I like that too, Sammy." Dean's voice trailed off. "Just me and you ... no one else ..."

"I told you not to put the colored clothes together with the white ones!", they heard a gruff voice yelling from the inside.

Another voice said something calmly, too muffled through the walls to understand.

"Now my pants are PINK!" Bobby's voice high-pitched. "Pink, knucklehead!"

The other voice had to belong to Sonny. He still seemed calm, since he wouldn't raise his voice against the other man.

Then there was some more muffled yelling and loud curses.

Sam chuckled.

Dean smiled at that. It was nice to see the omega like that. All relaxed and amused. He actually seemed to be kind of happy.

He had even taken the news about his relatives pretty well. On the other hand ... Sam hadn't known them anyway. Sure he had seemed disappointed at first, as Jody told him that his only remaining relatives had died three years ago in a car accident.

Was it bad, that Dean felt kind of relieved? That a part of him was glad, that this kind of stress was saved from Sam. A family that would've high likely wanted him to take with, to watch out for him. A job that had actually become Dean's part ...

Sam didn't talk about that, so Dean kept his mouth shut too. So the topic didn't come up again since back then.

"It's a shame that the others can't have this too.", Sam said after a long while. "I know that they weren't my real sisters or brothers ... but they felt like that. And I think that's never going to change. - We were a team. We did it together, you know? That night ... when we had planned to run away." Sam ran his tongue over his lower lip. "They busted me out of the hole so I could come with them. - We would've never left one of us behind. And at that night ... when they came for me ..." He sighed. "I just wished they would be here right now, Dean. I miss them. Sometimes it physically hurts ..."

Dean pulled his omega in close. "I know, Sammy."

"I'd like to visit their graves ... did they get graves?" He looked up under long lashes, catching the older man's gaze. His eyes were so green and pure ... Out in brought daylight they seemed even clearer.

"I'll let Jody check it out, 'kay? - It's just ... I don't think it's a good idea to go there until they have Alistair." Dean rested his cheek on the side of Sam's head, as the omega laid his head against the hunter's shoulder and neck.

"It's fine, Dean. I know." Sam smiled up at him.

Dean placed a tender kiss on his forehead, short under the beanie and tugged him even closer. "You wanna go inside? Jody's going to come any minute now ..."

Sam's eyes fluttered shut. "No.", he said and nestled into the alpha.

Not five minutes later, the sheriff's car pulled up in front of Bobby's house and Jody emerged from the driver's side.

Dean could feel Sam's body tense next to him. Even when things were looking better, the omega had still his episodes where he would freeze right where he stood, or start to tremble. A sign, that what he had been through wasn't over yet. That he still had an amount of recovery before him.

"Hey, boys!", she called with a tense smile.

"'mornin' sheriff." Dean tugged on Sam's blanket, signaling him to get up.

Sam sniffed and rose to his feet. The man was one hell of a giant. Though not so much taller as Dean was.

The sheriff carried a thick file under her arm. "You ready?", she asked, looking at the omega.

He nodded, the tenseness ebbing slowly away from him.

"Let's get some coffee and in the livingroom ..." Dean blew out a heavy sigh. This wasn't going to be easy for Sam. He knew it. But they had to. The more time would pass the heavier it would get to find Alistair. If the man was even in the same state anymore. If he had ever been.

They had talked about this before. That these men (what Sam had said that it hadn't been just the man he had called his father) could probably transported the corpses to South Dakota and left them to rot there, since Sam couldn't tell how long he had been in the back of the van ...

Inside, they got rid of their jackets and boots and settled down in the living-room. When Dean was about to go and get coffee, Sonny and Bobby were already coming in with mugs, milk, sugar and a pot of black liquid.

Sam and Dean sat on the couch, while the others pulled the recliner and chairs up around the small coffee-table. Jody opened the file and a bunch of photos slipped out of it.

"These are pictures from every single male police-officer between thirty and sixty. - IF you were on a farm in this state, the man should be among them.", Jody explained calmly. "Just take your time and skip through them."

There were hundreds of photographs of men in their thirties, forties and fifties. Too many to be through in an hour or two. Not if Sam was supposed to look closely at them.

Three hours later, and just half of the photos, Dean leaned with his back against the corner of the couch, one leg hanging from it and the other one bent and leaning against the back-lean.

Sam sat between his legs, his back leaning against the hunter's chest. One of Dean's hands was resting ont he younger man's stomach, rubbing with his thump circles into the fabric of his shirt.

The omega rubbed over his eyes with a sigh and blinked a couple of times before he went on to the next picture.

"We can make a break, Sam.", Jody pointed out calmly and sat up straighter. "You don't have to go through these at once."

Sam gave her a brief look, giving her his most puppy-like look. He didn't want to stop. He wanted to show them the man and get upstairs, burying himself under a pile of blankets in the bed, not having to look anyone of them in the eyes afterwards.

Bobby was about to prepare lunch in the kitchen, Sonny was helping him, while the rest still sat in the living-room, going through the pictures.

Sam laid the one with the bearded man aside and took the next one, a deep frown on his lips. The moment Sam laid his eyes on the picture Dean knew. Jody knew.

The omega went rigid, gripping the sheet of paper tighter, his eyes widened and his pupils pulled together tightly. Then, without a word, Sam held the picture towards the sheriff, giving her just a small glimpse of eye-contact.

The man's skin was chocolate-brown. He had brown, big eyes and a beard. His skin was oval and his cheek-bones high. Not a very striking face if it wasn't for the distinctive chin.

"That's him.", Sam whispered, his voice thin and small like the one of a child.

Jody knew she didn't have to ask. She knew that Sam was sure. But she had to. "Are you sure?"

Sam nodded. "That's him." He didn't look at her.

Instead he got on his feet, his whole body trembling. His face ashen all of a sudden.

Dean reached for the omega's hand, but Sam flinched away, not even looking at him for a long moment. He then decided that he had to - at least - look at Dean. And he did. Telling him without words, that he would go upstairs and that he would prefer to be alone for some time.

The alpha let him.

Sheriff Mills held the picture of the man in her hands, a flash of disbelieve crossing her face. Just when Sam was out of ear-range, she looked up at Dean with a defeated expression. "Charles Vermont. - I know that man. That's Charles Vermont. - He's a sheriff. Three hours from here ... in Madison." She sounded bitter and disappointed and so much more.

"Sheriff?" Dean rose from the couch and looked up at where Sam had disappeared. "A freakin' sheriff? - Well ... better get the guy before I will." His expression changed into something dangerous, his voice a low growl.

"We can't. - If we're arresting him right now, Alistair will high probably know. - We've to be smart about it." Jody rose, a new determination forming in her head. "We can get both of them with one strike, if we're working on it the right way. That's a thing we can't solve half-cocked."

Dean nodded. He knew the sheriff was right, but he also wanted to rip the guy's guts out.

The muscles in the hunter's jaw were working.

"Okay ..." Dean straightened up, blinking at the sheriff. "What's gonna happen next?"

"Vermont's going to know his rights. - I've to talk to the district attorney and get a judicial decision to check his house over. Then we're going to arrest the man and see what he has to say about it." She cleared her throat. "It's ..." She sighed and closed her eyes. "He's got family. A wife and three kids ..." Jody paused pensively. "It's hard to believe that ... that HE ..."

"Are you doubting Sam?" The alpha straightened up more, his eyes filled with anger and sudden white rage. "Are you saying that he's a liar?"

"NO. - No, damn it. I'm saying that: In front of a jury ... it's going to be hard to proof if we won't find anything in his house. If we're not finding Alistair." She breathed out heavily. "But we will get him through this. - We ... we're doing it the right way and Charles Vermont won't see the light of day for a damn long time."

"No Deals." Dean knew how the police was working. They made deals with the smaller fishes to get the bigger ones. "You hear me? - No deals. Either he talks or he doesn't. But no deals. No letting him off the hook. He DID it. He was one of the people who hurt those kids. - There's no getting out."

Jody huffed out a breath. "Trust me, Dean. - No attorney will agree in any kind of deal, except getting him a private cell, so he'd survive longer than a couple of days."

He gave the female alpha a sharp nod.

He then filled his two old friends in, that Sam had identified the police-man he had been mentioning towards Dean.

Thirty minutes later, the alpha decided, that Sam have had enough time to be alone. Besides, he couldn't stand the thought of the omega crying and all alone. Dean felt the urge to give him comfort where he was able to. And even if it was just a back-rub.

Sam was – in fact – glad that Dean had come for him. When he was honest to himself he knew that being alone wasn't what he really needed. He needed to have someone at his side. Someone who knew him ...

Dean walked in and let the door ajar, so he would hear when the sheriff was leaving and lunch would be ready.

He settled down on the bed behind Sam and wrapped himself around the curled up form. "I'm proud of you, Sam.", he whispered into the man's ear, nuzzling with his nose into the soft hair. "You made it. You identified that bastard."

Sam turned around and buried his face in the hunter's chest with closed eyes. "Why do I feel like shit?"

The alpha blew out a long, pensive breath. "Because you think you're doing something wrong. But you don't. Trust me, you don't." He sucked in a deep breath of Sam's sweet and though masculine scent. "Back there ... you did what you thought was right. You let things happen from wich you thought they are supposed to be the way they were back then. - But now ... now you're gonna do the things you want to. You can go to school, learn a job ... As soon as they got Alistair and as soon as you're ready to head out into town. When you can stand big crowds you'll be able to do whatever you want, Sam."

Sam looked up at the man. "I don't know If I can ..."

"You will, you'll see. - It's just gonna take time, Sammy. - And we've all time in the world." Dean smiled down at him warmly. His eyes glistening with reassurance. "I even have a plan, you know?"

The omega shifted and looked up curiously. "Plan?"

Dean nodded, his smile widening. "We'll be here until spring. - And then ... then we'll have some real nice people helping us building our own home." He brushed with his nose over Sam's forehead. "Bobby and Sonny and me ... we're going to clean the yard behind the house then and in about a year we're going to have our own place to stay. - A small house ... with everything we need ..."

Sam's eyes brightened and his lips curled up. "A house?" His gaze darkened again and became serious. "How are you going to afford that? ... that's ... That's expensive, Dean ... I'm ... I can't even ..."

"You'll start to work when you're ready. When you've the reassurance that Alistair and the other people are arrested and when there's no reason for you to be afraid anymore." Dean knew it wouldn't be done with that, but he also thought that this was a big step towards freedom for Sam.

The omega didn't know what to say ... nor what to think.

"Bobby's got a couple of friends who'll help. All nice people." ... all hunters.

"Hunters?", he asked as if he had been reading the alpha's mind.

He chuckled. "Yeah. Hunters."

Sam smiled and settled back, his fingers finding their way under Dean's shirt. He traced them upwards until they rested above his chest. "Hunters are okay I think.", he muttered into the hunter's chest.

A pleasant shiver ran up the hunter's spine when he felt those big hands settle over his sensitive skin. It was just too comfortable and such a nice feeling touch ... above all of that ... it was actually an OMEGA who did this to him.

Something a partner, mate, friend, barely someone was allowed to have. He could drawn in the scent of elder and musk ... it smelled like everything he ever wanted to have. And for once it didn't feel threatening to leave the hunting be for a longer time than just a month or two.

Lunch was ready and Dean and Sam headed downstairs. For the first time ever since Sam was coming downstairs for the meals, they ate in the dining-room at a big table.

Dean had talked to the two men earlier about tonight. Since he wanted it to be special, he had asked the both men to head out for a couple of hours, so that he and Sam would be all on their own.

The both had agreed and were now exchanging knowing looks whenever Sam was shooting the young alpha amorous glances.

Sam was pretty surprised to see Bobby and Sonny leave the house at such a late time. Okay, it might wasn't too late, but the both of them prefered to sit in front of the TV instead of going out. At least the both were dressed as if they were going out ...

"Where are you going?" Sam was just on his way downstairs, when he saw the both of them pulling on their jackets. He stopped in his tracks and looked down at them.

The both men grinned up at him. "Letting you and Dean some privacy, boy.", Sonny said then, his smirk widening. "The house's all yours for a couple of hours."

Sure Dean could've planned the whole thing when Bobby and Sonny would be at the garage. But the stars wouldn't shine as bright as tonight. At least not as bright as the weather-lady had said a couple of days ago.

"Ours?" Sam mumbled to himself and looked back over his shoulder, seeing if he spotted Dean somewhere. But when he was about to turn back around and ask the both of them for what they were needing their privacy, they were gone and the front door was sliding into the lock.

He sat down on the top of the stairs to wait for the alpha, who had said that he'd be downstairs in just a few minutes.

Though ... it lasted a bit longer ... twenty-three minutes to be accurate.

They went downstairs and into the kitchen, warming up some spaghetti bolognese from the day before. Sitting on the small kitchen-table with their mouths full of noodles and tomato-meat-sauce, Sam stole curious glances at the older man.

Whenever Sam wouldn't look, Dean stole longing glances at him. He could tell that the omega knew that something was up. The way he didn't talk a lot and how he looked absently at the noodles on his plate ...

"I've planned something for tonight, you know?" It was time to tell Sam. Usually, if Sam would have been a regular person without his back story, he would've said nothing. He decided against it, since he didn't want to freak Sam out without a reason. Not that he'd possibly think he'd try something sexual since the other both weren't around.

Sam looked up and swallowed the bite of unchewed spaghetti down. He sucked the sauce out from the insides of his cheeks and licked at the corners of his mouth. He blinked at the hunter.

"I thought you have ...", his voice trailed off and his eyebrows furrowed in that way, that told Dean, that Sam was awaiting something bad.

"It's outside, Sammy." The hunter's voice was husky and warm all of a sudden, his green eyes filled with pure love. "I ... I wanted to do something nice for you. So ... When we're done here, I'd like to take you outside, okay?"

The omega blinked again, then a smile formed on his face, dimples growing on the edges of his eyes and lips. "Yeah. Okay."

They ate in silence then. Sam had his left leg extended and brushed with his sock-covered toes over Dean's.

When they were done with the dishes, Dean told Sam to wait inside and get dressed in his jacket and boots and to put on the beanie.

Sam obeyed of course. He actually couldn't wait to see what the hunter had planned for him. Something nice on the yard? ... Hell's yeah, he was in for that. Maybe ... if it'd be okay, if the atmosphere was fitting ... Maybe he'd try to kiss Dean tonight ... if the alpha would let him. Because that was what he wanted to do since the past couple of days.

But every time they got close enough, Sam had pulled back, hadn't wanted to ruin what was growing between the both of them. But tonight ... maybe it'd be okay.

Sam jumped a bit, when Dean opened the front-door. "It's ready.", was all he said and gripped the omega's hand to pull him outside.

Sam hadn't time to look around when he got led down the porch, into the ankle-deep half-melted snow. But when he looked up, there was Dean's car. The Impala. A blanket spread over the hood and another one over the windshield.

There were two more blankets on the roof of the car, and a rag, on wich two glasses and bottle of wine stood.

"Thought it's a nice, clear night to check out the stars ..." Dean explained hesitantly, his look glued to the young omega who still stared at the car in awe. He watched him some more, trying to figure out if he liked it or not.

"I love it.", Sam whispered, his cheeks flushed with a bright red and the alpha couldn't tell from the looks of it if he really liked it or if he just said so. - Until the man's scent reached him and told him, that Sam was totally happy about it.

"Thought we could hang out on the car for a while ... until we're gettin' cold?" Dena tugged on the younger man's hand and pulled him further forward.

"I'm gonna scratch the paint, Dean ... I ... If I ..." If he wouldn't be careful enough he'd scratch the paint and Dean would be pissed, was what he actually wanted to say. But every time he was nervous he started to stutter and didn't get the words out anymore.

Dean chuckled and nudged him in the side. "Hell you are. - That's what the blankets are for." The alpha was the first one to get on the car's hood, extending his hand towards Sam.

Just hesitantly and beyond awkward he climbed up and settled next to the hunter. When Sam finally found the position in which he wanted to stay, Dean reached for the blankets and spread them over the both of them and eased an arm under Sam's shoulders to pull him a bit closer.

Both were staring into the night sky. Dean started to explain the zodiac-signs and constellations to him. Though, Sam wasn't really interested in it. Sure he listened and watched – but what was more important right then was Dean and the closeness between the both of them.

It didn't even get cold under the blankets. Well maybe a little bit, but not as much as it had to be to bother them.

They fell silent after Dean had told him everything he knew and just laid there, snuggled up against each other. Sam had his arm tightly wrapped around the hunter's middle, his head resting on his shoulder.

"Thank you.", Sam said quietly, "I like that. - Not just ... what you've done ... I like this. You and me. It's nice." To be honest it was way more than just nice. It felt amazing.

"Just nice?" Dean looked down, just getting a black beanie to see.

Sam chuckled. "It's more than nice." He shifted a bit and scooted upwards, so that he wasn't that far away from Dean's face anymore. The omega then looked up, his beanie getting a bit out of place.

Dean tugged it up a bit, so that he could get a glimpse of Sam's eyes in the moon light.

Their looks locked .

The alpha eased his arm out under his head and laid his hand on Sam's cheek, brushing gently over his cheekbone with the thump. "I think it's not just nice." His voice was husky and warm. "I think it's so much more ... baby, you and me – here. It's perfect." He sensed the change in Sam's scent, the faint smell of want. Though so did Dean's. Something more tangy mingled to the wood and musk his scent held usually. "You are perfect."

Sam blinked up at him. He wanted to taste the man's lips, he wanted to feel what they felt like ...

"I know ... after all you've been through ..." Dean sighed. "... you won't trust anyone that easy. - But you trust me, do you?" He lowered further, tilting Sam's head back a bit more.

Sam smiled. He actually smiled. All bright eyes, deep dimples and rose lips. "Yeah ... I do." It was carried on a breath.

Both knew what either one didn't say out loud. Dean asking the omega if he was going to let him. Sam telling the alpha that he wouldn't stop him if he tried.

"Then ... you won't mind if I do that ..." Dean's lips found their way to Sam's.

First he brushed over them, teasing and slow, finding the right angle. His first kiss wasn't more than a breath, ever so light and gentle when their lips met. The alpha's second try was braver and more encouraged. Sam leaned into him, laying his hands on Dean's back to gain some leverage and follow the alpha's move when he rolled them over so that Sam was on his back and Dean hovering above him.

The hunter deepened the kiss, teasing with his tongue along Sam's lips and finally ... finally they opened to him and he sank into the comforting heat of the omega. Sam licked back into Dean's mouth, moaning unconsciously into the kiss, telling him without words how much he liked it.

Dean, nor Sam seemed to mind the cool air, the cool wind that blew over them. It felt like becoming one, like not being alone anymore.

Just when they parted, taking in each other's scents, they came back to reality again. They noticed the cutting cold wind brushing over their cheeks and bruised lips.

This felt like so much more ... like there was an eternity of happiness laying before them ... and when their gazes met, it was like they sealed an unwritted contract of trusting and following each other for a lifetime.

No matter what had been before. No matter what was supposed to happen in the future ...

"We ... I think we should go inside.", Dean thrust his jaw forward, his lower lip pulling inwards in the process.

Sam nodded.

But neither of them moved, still stuck in the moment of magic that was surrounding them.

Just the ring of Dean's phone was able to coax them out of their moment.

With a deep sigh, and slightly pissed that he hadn't turned his phone mute – or that he had taken it with him in the first place – he pulled it from the inner pocket of his jacket. With an annoyed groan – as he read that it was Bobby – he slid it open and held it to his ear, never breaking eye-contact with the omega below him.

"Yeah?" Dean started to frown. The frown turned into narrowing eyes and furrowed eyebrows including darkening eyes and a concerned expression. "Yeah. - Will do. See you in a couple of minutes."

Now Sam was worried. "What is it?"

The shift in Dean's scent told him that the alpha was pissed AND concerned as hell. There was also a faint scent of fear on its edges. Something that made Sam uneasy and nervous.

"Go ... we need to get inside." Dean didn't leave any room for questions. He slid from the hood and took Sam with him in one fast go. The hunter yanked the blankets from the car and gathered them in his arms. The very next moment, Sam felt himself being shoved towards the porch.

The urgency in Dean's behaviour and the sudden change in mood confused him even more.

The alpha took Sam's hand in his and pulled him with him on the porch and inside the house. In the hall he turned right into the living-room and shoved Sam onto the couch, stuffing the blankets into his lap.

Dean fumbled for the remote he had left on the couch earlier, finding it finally in between the pillows. With shaky hands, he turned it up and skipped two channels further. The hunter's body was tense, Sam could tell. The way he looked, frightened and anxious, let himself freeze in place.

Sam didn't as much as glance at the TV until Dean was turning up the volume. His gaze was fixed at the alpha's face. A blank expression and then horror settling over HIS alpha's features, who gripped the remote tightly.

Until ... until then. Until he heard it. Until he looked longer than just a split second at the TV.

Dean stared daggers as the news anchor. A picture of the mass-grave in the woods and then they cut in with a video. An ambulance and someone on a stretcher getting transferred into it. The anchor was talking the whole sequence through. About a survivor of the wood-grave-killer ...

Then the guy wished everyone a good night and they changed at the weather-report. A lady in a red short skirt was talking about storms and black ice, but either Dean nor Sam were listening anymore.

The omega sat on the couch, holding tightly onto the blankets, his expression blank, his face ashen.

"It's going to be okay, Sam.", Dean said without looking down at him.

The both knew what that meant. It was all over the damn news. If Alistair and the other parties saw this, they'd know. Alistair would know. Because there was no chance he hadn't seen this ... no chance in hell.

Sam swallowed thickly. "What if ... if Alistair ..." He swallowed again, trying to hold the rising bile down.

"Nothing's going to happen, Sammy.", Dean whispered, his voice thin. He managed to not let Sam hear the tremble in his voice. "You're safe. He doesn't know where you are." The hunter sniffed. "He doesn't know." Now he looked down at the omega, seeing his shaking hands, his tearing up eyes, his whole miserable looking form.

A sob escaped the younger man's mouth. "I'm gonna be sick, Dean.", he spoke calmly.

... to be continued

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