Hiccup and Ragnar flew side by side, passing through the clouds at a fast speed. They weren't at full speed though, their equipment was strapped to their saddles, weighing them down extremely. This was one of the reasons Hiccup was stressing out. He knew that with their current speed a well-trained dragon could catch up to them. It wouldn't be easy, but it was possible.
This was something that unnerved him very much. If they were to follow them, they had a problem. They would either have to dump valuable equipment and materials into the ocean to make their dragons faster. Or they would have to find a way to escape them, which was rather difficult while flying above dangerous, cold oceans.
"We need to find land." Hiccup said as he grabbed his helmet from his side, sliding it on his head. "And quick."
"I know." Ragnar relied, lying flat on the back of his Skrill, keeping the wind out of his eyes. "We are way too heavy."
Hiccup peered out of his helmet, spotting land in the distance. He changed the position of his foot in the stirrup, changing Toothless' tailfin and diverting their flight towards the island. Ragnar quickly followed.
They landed with haste and quickly ran into the bushes, where they couldn't be spotted easily from the skies.
Hiccup removed his helmet, climbing down Toothless. "I say we wait here." He said as he locked the tailfin in the neutral mode, allowing Toothless some free reign. "They might not follow us, and we can leave if we spot them."
"I agree." Ragnar said as he stretched.
It wasn't much better with the Berkians, who were currently not in the best mood. Snotlout sat on the back of his dragon. Every bit of his body hurt, and he felt like shit. Fishlegs was scared, as were the twins. Astrid was pacing around the clearing, they had quickly retreated from the town, finding their dragons in the woods, along with Gobber.
Her axe flew through the air, embedding itself in yet another defenceless tree. She pulled the heavy weapon from the bark and turned to another tree, which already had three deep slices in it.
"I can't believe they got away." Astrid muttered as she threw the axe into yet another helpless tree, embedding the blade deeper with each throw. "Jumping on his little dragon."
"And how!" Tuff exclaimed, immediately shrinking and hanging his head down when he was met with Astrid's famous death glare. He received a smack across the back of his head from his sister.
Fishlegs wanted to say something, maybe advise Astrid to try a more subtle approach next time, since trying to kill him didn't work quite well. But the fact that he was quite content with the placement of his limbs and other important body parts made him let the hint slip.
Gobber came walking back from the woods. "Right lads," He said, his voice a mix of annoyance and sadness. "We didn't manage to grab them, but we'll need to head back soon." He told them as he walked around the clearing, avoiding Astrid with a wide circle. "Because as much as we all would like to go on a wild chase across the archipelago, we don't have food or equipment for that." He explained.
He walked over to his mound, the Rumblehorn lying calmly in the grass, not knowing if they found the one he tracked or not. He didn't think so, they had let him track the scent before, the trail usually ending on the beach at their old nest. This one was fresh however, but the mood of his rider, which would usually be Gobber on these trips, was too sad for the search to be successful.
"Alright lads, Saddle up!" Gobber yelled as he swung himself on the back of Skullcrusher. The large dragon gently rising to its feet to prepare for the journey. Spreading the large wings to prepare for flight. The rest of the gang quickly walked over to their own dragons, mounting them with ease, except for Snotlout. Even though he was already seated on the back of his dragon he felt totally broken, and slightly feared the trip back home. And since Heather had given a rather detailed explanation about how he ended up so hurt the group had decided against pity.
They took off one by one, careful not to crash their dragons into each other's, which had happened before. They quickly diverted from the town. One group of dragons in their skies would be enough for the moment. Once they passed the village they turned their course, heading back to Berk. They flew in silence, only the occasional whimper of Snotlout being hear above the sound of the beating wings.
The flight was uneventful, and they were welcomed by Stoick when they landed, who had seen the riders approaching from far away. Stoick swung his large arms in the air, signalling them to land near him. He was waiting at the academy, which had been deserted for the day while the riders left. The group landed carefully, not wanting to let their heavy pets crash down onto their chief.
Stoick had a, well, stoic look on his face when he saw the riders land. His keen eye had noticed that there wasn't any captive with them, and the look on their faces matched those they had when they failed to do a task.
"Did you manage to catch them?" Stoick asked bluntly, hoping that one of the assassins had been captured and was waiting at a different tribe or something.
"No, but we have some, interesting, information." Gobber said slowly, as he guided Skullcrusher inside the arena with care. Stoick followed him down the steps, and the rest of the riders followed shortly. Gobber slid off the back of the Rumblehorn and toppled a crate of fish for the beast, which the dragon gladly accepted.
Stoick walked over to his dragon, patting the large beast on the nose before sitting down on the toppled crate, the thick wood creaking underneath the weight of the bulky chief. He turned to Gobber, who was sitting on a barrel that was tipped sideways. "You had information?" Stoick said as he looked at his friend.
"Aye, we do." Gobber said as he scratched the back of his head with his prosthetic. "We might know who one of the assassins is."
Stoick's face immediately lit up, this was good news for him. If they knew who the assassin was they could track him down more easily, and that would ultimately make it easier to capture him. It also meant that it could be easier to convince him of helping them train and educate their own warriors. He leaned forward on the crate. "Well, tell me." He said with a hopeful tone.
"We think that, possibly," Gobber began. "it might be possible, with some luck," He continued, not quite sure how to break the news to his friend, who now wore a confused look.
"Hiccup." Astrid said sternly as she unsaddled Stormfly. "It's Hiccup."
Stoick froze, looking to his left, where the Hofferson lass was calmly putting the saddle away. He looked back to Gobber, who nodded, confirming the young maiden.
Stoick grew serious, as he always did when it was about his son. "Do we have proof?" He asked calmly, not wanting to jump to any conclusions.
"Well, he rode a Nightfury with a missing tailfin." Gobber began, talking slow and clearly to make sure he didn't miss anything. "And Astrid noticed a similar scar on his chin."
"Not similar, identical." Astrid corrected Gobber, who merely nodded, not wishing to discuss this with the girl. "And he reacted when I said his name."
"I see." Stoick said as he listened to the arguments. He had to admit that the evidence strongly suggested that this was his son, but it just seemed so unreal.
"When do you want us to head out again?" Astrid asked, eager to track their lost heir down and return him to berk. "We almost had him, we will catch him next time."
"There won't be a next time." Stoick said slowly. "We are not pursuing them any further."
"What?!" Astrid exclaimed. "We're letting them go?"
Stoick rubbed his temples, he had expected this reaction from the girl. "Astrid, think about it. If Hiccup wanted to come back here he would." Stoick explained. "I want him here as much as the next Viking, but we can't force him to."
"Like hel we can." Astrid said. "We can drag his ass all the way back here."
"Would that help though, would that make him want to stay, because knowing my son, it would make him want to flee."
Gobber nodded slowly as he listened to the debate. "All we can do now is wait."
Astrid was furious, they were just giving up on him. "There must be something we can do right?" But the girl was also tired, the day had taken quite a toll on her. "Right?" She asked again, this time with a more pleading tone.
"It's all up to him now." Gobber said softly as he looked at the ground. "He's grown up, we can't force him." He said with a small smile on his face.
"We shouldn't feel down by the fact that he ran from us." Stoick said slowly. "My son is alive, and he's healthy and well by the looks of it." His voice grew more joy-filled with each passing second. "And if, not when, if he decides to return here we will be waiting for him.
Hiccup sat calmly on a log, sharpening Inferno. He was lost in thoughts, the day had went a lot differently than he had hoped, and he was pretty tired. The weather was growing colder, and the nights were slowly starting to become less pleasant. Waking up every day with a freezing pain in one of your legs and in the remainder of the other the same cold sting wasn't something they liked. As much as he was against the idea of it, they had to settle down for the winter. Either in a small village or in ruins that they could make habitable. But if they would stay somewhere for more than a week they risked being tracked down by Berk.
"Where will we go next?" Ragnar asked as he came back from the bushes, a dead rabbit in his hands. "We can't stay here forever."
"I don't know yet." Hiccup said as he blew into their campfire, the fire dying down a bit before climbing higher than before. "We'll have to find someplace before winter."
"I know of a place where we can go without being hunted by Berk." Ragnar said slowly, looking at his friend hopefully. "We could try out luck at Berk."
Hiccup looked back. "Sure, let's go to the people that tried to kill us." He said, sarcasm dripping off his voice. "And I'm not quite welcome there, remember?"
"I'm sure your father would love to see you." Ragnar said, hoping to lighten the mood.
"Really? Because 'you're not my son' sounds like banishing to me." He said, somehow managing to add even more sarcasm to his speech, while also slightly imitating the beefy chief. "And last time I checked that meant that you weren't allowed to return to that place."
"And you keep by the rules?" Ragnar asked, one eyebrow cocked. "Did your father also tell you not to train a dragon?"
"Not specifically." Hiccup said quietly. "But that's something else."
"No it isn't." Ragnar said. "Our entire life's are based off not listening. If you hadn't trained Toothless you wouldn't have ended a war, you wouldn't have met me."
"And if you listened you would've been slaughtered." Hiccup muttered softly.
"Exactly." Ragnar said. "We're assassins, we make our own choices, our own rules."
Hiccup's mood slowly rose. "Everything is permitted." He said, looking up at Ragnar.
"Damm right it is." He said as he extended his hand, pulling Hiccup off the log. "So, what do you say?"
"I say it's been a while." Hiccup said slowly. "But it's time to go home."
Wave after wave hit the tall, rocky cliffs of Berk, water being flung up into the air when each one hit, along with small parts of ice. Stoick was done with the day, besides the normal chiefing duties that came with the day, he now also knew that his one and only son was alive, and he was more than overjoyed. He didn't show the village, he had other things to worry about than an entire village wanting to track the lost heir down.
He slowly walked through the village, the night was setting in early as ever, like it did every winter. He would dine with Gobber and Johann tonight. They did it every so often, since the three of them didn't have any remaining family to come home to. Johann and Gobber had chosen for this, Stoick had just never remarried.
He walked past the feeding stations that stood in the centre of the village, picking a fallen fish from the ground. He looked up at the high bowl and stepped back, preparing to throw the cod back into the large metal bowl. He threw perfectly, the fish flying through the air and heading towards the bowl. Stoick followed it carefully, and was shocked when he felt a large gust of wind and saw a black something take the fish from the air.
He stepped back, his hand on the hilt of his sword. Sure, they had lived with dragons for the last few years but old habits die hard. He scanned the skies, hoping to find the creature that stole the fish, but to no prevail. It couldn't have been a terrible terror, the gust was too heavy for that.
He heard the beating of wings to his right, coming from a house, he slowly walked over to it. At the top of it, besides the large wooden dragonhead he saw something. A pair of large, green eyes were looking right at him. He rubbed his eyes and looked again, finding that they eyes had disappeared.
He stood frozen on the town square, looking around to find the strange and mysterious eyes again. They reminded him of something, someone, but he couldn't place it.
He heard another sound this time from the roof of another house. He looked at it and found another pair of eyes, small and yellow. Peeking across the top of the roof. He decided that he wouldn't lose these, for the sake of his sanity, and kept looking.
"Ah, ya old bastard." Gobber called from across the square, slowly walking over to his friend. He had replaced the prosthetic he had with a new one of his own, allowing him to walk easier again. "Aren't you supposed to tend to the fire?"
Stock said nothing, he just signalled for Gobber to get closer, before pointing at the place where the yellow eyes were still staring at him. "See that?" He asked as Gobber got closer and followed his stare.
It didn't take long for the smith to have found the pair of eyes. But fortunately he recognised them. "It's a Skrill." He said softly, not wanting to scare the dragon.
"But what is it doing here?" Stoick asked as he inspected the now identified dragon. "They don't like people a lot, don't they?"
"I don't think so." Gobber said as he looked around, his attention fixed at another thing directly. "And it's not alone."
"What?" Stoick asked as he continued to look at the yellow eyes. "Another Skrill?"
"No, two green eyes." Gobber said, trying to figure out what kind of dragon that sat there. "A Nightfury."
Stoick immediately diverted his gaze to Gobber, following his to the large familiar green eyes. He was right, it was indeed a Nightfury, it was more clear now. The dragons looked like they were ready to pounce, and although the two were highly capable fighters they didn't dare to go up against two of the most dangerous dragons.
And to make matters even better Johann joined the scene, a basket of food in his hands. He froze when he saw his friend, and slowly approached them.
"Master Haddock, what are we doing?" He asked calmly, hoping for some explanation to what they were doing next to a stinking fish-filled feeding station.
"There are two dragons here." Stoick explained. "A Nightfury and a Skrill."
Johann looked around. They were close to the chief's home, which was built a bit higher than the rest of the houses. It was lit by torches and it had a stone stairway that led up to it. It was richly decorated and looked like it could withstand anything. But his attention was diverted to something else.
On the large dragon head, which was mounted on the top of the building, stood a man. Well, stood, he was crouched down, squatted on the large head. He wore long grey robes and was frozen still, a hood covering his face.
Johann also spotted a second assassin, this one leaning sideways from a decorative piece of wood on the side, supporting himself on the roof of the building. Johann slowly walked up to his friends, the two men still occupied with the dragons.
"Excuse me master Stoick." He said softly, watching how the assassins followed his move. "But I think they are here for you."
Stoick turned around, looking at his home. He heard the beating of wings behind him, indicating that the dragons flew away. They did, as they joined their respective riders on the roof of the house. Stoick looked at them, moving his hand away from the hilt of his sword and taking on a friendlier stance. The assassins seemed to understand, since one of the two, the one of the side of the roof, hooked his blade behind a decorative head and swung down, landing with a roll.
He then proceeded to stand up and dust himself off, turning to the group at the bottom of the stairs. Stoick stepped forwards, closing the distance slowly. The assassin did so too, his metal foot making no noise on the cold stone.
They met halfway, their heads on the same height because of the steps. Hiccup slowly pulled moved his hands towards his head, pulling his hood off before removing his helmet.
He hooked his helmet to his side and looked back at his father, blowing a stray group of hair out of his own face. "Hi dad." He said softly, looking down. Stoick stood frozen in front of him, looking at his son. He gently pushed his head upwards, making him look him in the eyes. Before grabbing him in a tight hug.
They didn't speak, they just stood, enjoying the thing the two had both dearly missed without realising. Gobber and Johann slowly moved up, as did Ragnar. Hiccup broke the hug, looking at the two familiar faces.
Gobber looked at his old apprentice, the boy having grown quite a bit. He stood taller, obviously, but also looked more healthy. He was still quite thin to Viking standards but the smith could clearly see that he had grown quite a bit stronger. He gave the lad a light and soft slap across the back of his head, causing Hiccup to look at Gobber with confusion.
"That's for the leg." He said before taking the boy into a hug. "Welcome back kid."
Hiccup patted Gobber on his back, a soft snicker escaping the blacksmith. He waited until the smith broke the hug, looking at him with watery eyes. He had his hand laid out on the shoulders of the smith, looking him in the eyes with a gentle smile. "I missed you." He said with a smile. "And sorry for the leg."
"Don't sweat it." The smith said with a smile, stepping back and letting the last person of the group greed their old friend. Johann hadn't grown a lot since they parted, and Hiccup now towered over him quite a bit.
"Master Hiccup!" Johann said as he shook Hiccup's hand. "You must have quite the stories to tell."
"Believe me Johann, I do." Hiccup said as he shook the merchant's hand. He turned around, showing them Ragnar, who removed his hood as a sign of friendliness. "This is Ragnar."
Stoick looked at Ragnar, the young man looking wary and glad that they were on Berk. "He's like a brother." Hiccup said, but he was cut off by a rumble from his stomach.
"Hungry?" Stoick asked the two, who sheepishly nodded. "Good, let's eat." He said jovially.
He guided the two to the door, opening it for them and letting them in. The home only had four chairs, so he quickly grabbed a thick log from the far end of the room which he could use as a replacement.
Ragnar was surprised, he had never seen the inside of a chief's house, and he had to say that he was impressed. It had weapons and shields on the walls, more than any other house they had seen. Small animals were strung up in front of the fireplace, ready for meat to be cut off them. Stoick hurriedly threw some more wood on the dying fire, blowing to make it light up again. Luckily for them, it did.
"So, tell me about your adventure." Stoick said as he sat down on the piece of log, leaving the actual chairs for his guests. "You must have quite the stories to tell."
"We do." Hiccup said, smiling as he sat down in the chair. "I just don't know where to start."
"Well, last we seen each other you were thrown into the ocean, why don't you start there." Gobber said with a sad smile, reliving the memory of that day.
"I found him on a beach." Ragnar said, receiving a tankard of ale from Johann. "He washed up with his leg badly hurt, I took care of him."
"Were are you from?" Johann asked as he took a sip of his own mead. "You seem like a Nord."
"Karnes." Ragnar said with a sad smile, which Johann also quickly wore. "It was destroyed around that time."
"I remember." The merchant said. "I came there every so often. I passed it when I saw the smouldering ruins." It wasn't uncommon for merchants to find towns and villages in states of destruction, but it was usually partial. To find a complete village wiped out from the face of the earth was something that you never got used to.
"I'm sorry." Stoick said, not having wanted to bring up the clearly painful memory. "Please continue."
"I recovered perfectly, I'll never get the leg back but I'm glad to be alive." Hiccup said with a mixture of joy and sadness. "Toothless found us and we headed South."
"We lived there for a couple of years, joined the brotherhood of assassins and now we plan on just calmly overlooking the peace in the archipelago." Ragnar lied. "Just living a calm life."
Stoick looked back to Hiccup. "And what brought you back to Berk?" He asked.
"It's been a while, it was time to come home." Hiccup said. "And we needed a place for the winter."
"It doesn't really matter why." Stoick said. "You're back, and we need to celebrate that." He said, his strong voice booming through the house. He stood up and marched to the door. Hiccup quickly jumping after him and standing in front of it.
"Could it wait until tomorrow?" Hiccup asked as he blocked the door with his body. "We'd really like a quiet night sleep."
Stoick cocked his eyebrow at Hiccup, but accepted. "Alright, but it will be first thing in the morning." He said as he walked back to his log.
"After breakfast?" Hiccup asked with hope. "We got to be able to answer better questions with a full stomach." He argued once he noticed the wondering scowl on Stoick's face.
"Fine." He said. "But not a second later, agreed."
"Agreed." Hiccup said with content, finally agreeing with his father on his own terms for once. They returned to the fire and continued their food. They mainly ate in silence, Gobber had asked Hiccup about the steel he used for his blades, but Hiccup promised him that he would explain it tomorrow.
"What about Astrid?" Gobber asked with a mouth full of meat. "She'll be pretty 'eager' to talk to you." He said with a suggestive look. Hiccup almost choked on his food. He immediately imagined the look on her face when she would discover that he was on the same island as her. He slowly swallowed his food, looking at the group.
"As long as she doesn't kill me I'll be fine." He said with a sly smile. "And otherwise, a Nord's last thoughts should be of home." He said, making the group laugh.
Morning came sooner than he had hoped, the sun shining through the window and waking the boy up. Hiccup stretched himself out on his bed, which he now barely fitted in. He stretched out and pushed himself up the wall, forcing himself to sit and wake up. Today he would be facing his entire village that he hadn't seen for five full years. He lifted the covers off himself and moved to the side of the bed, his foot touching the ground.
He reached over to a shelf near his bed, where his prosthetic lay to rest. He grabbed it and checked if the metal foot was still locked in place, which it was. He gently strapped the prosthetic to his stump and he stood up. He balanced his weight a few times to make sure everything was right before walking over to the sleeping roll that lay occupied in next to the end of his bed.
He kneeled down besides Ragnar, who lay on his back, snoring softly. "Ragnar." Hiccup said softly, the body of the follow assassin stirring inside the roll. Hiccup grabbed his shoulder and shook it gently. "Ragnar, wake up."
An inaudible mumble came from inside the roll, and Ragnar stirred in his sleep. He slowly woke up, stretching his arms and legs inside the roll. "Leave me be." He mumbled as he turned on his other side.
"Come on, breakfast." Hiccup said, he knew his father, and he would probably be having some fish already smoked for breakfast. "You can get back to sleep afterwards." He lied, Ragnar would always wake up pretty well after being out of bed for a while, but that would first mean that he would have to be out of bed, which could be a task.
Luckily, this morning was different, and Ragnar slowly pulled himself up, climbing out of the sleeping roll. He rubbed his eyes before slowly looking around the room. "Where are, oh right, Berk." He said in his sleepy state. He slowly pushed himself up against the wall, looking at Hiccup with a tired smile, which quickly turned into one of annoyance. "We got to speak to the entire village today right?" He asked.
"Yes, we do." Hiccup said with a gentle smile. Ragnar pushed himself out of the roll and got to his feet. He walked over to the dresser where his outfit lay. "Can't even get back to bed." He softly mumbled as he pulled his clothes on, securing the straps.
Hiccup did the same, first undoing his leg before putting on pants, then reattached his leg. He grabbed a shirt from his pile of clothing, which consisted, from top to bottom, of his shirt, the leather guard, his chest piece and his shoe. All neatly stacked on top of each other.
He finished dressing himself as he tightened the straps of his armour, his hidden blades already strapped underneath his arms and his helmet dangling from his side. Ragnar was putting on his last boot and Hiccup finished checking his prosthetic.
"Ready to go?" Hiccup asked. Ragnar slowly finished tying his second boot. He stood up and dusted himself off. Hiccup's room hadn't been used for a good five years, so his clothes had gathered a lot of dust during the night.
"As ready as I'll ever be." Ragnar said as he checked the last straps, making sure everything was tight and secure, before following Hiccup out of the room and downstairs.
Hiccup slowly walked down the open staircase, carefully avoiding the steps of which he remembered squeaked, but finding that the years had also taken their toll on the old wooden stairs. As expected, his father was already downstairs, stirring in a pot of stew.
"Good morning Hiccup, Ragnar." He said jovially as the two walked down the staircase. He grabbed two bowls from a stack of them and poured some soup into them, putting it on the seat of a chair. "There you go."
The two took the bowls before sitting down, as Stoick turned back to attend to the fire Ragnar shot Hiccup a worried glance. Most Viking males weren't known for their cuisine. Hiccup understood and nodded, reassuring him that the food was good to eat. His father had been a single parent for a long time, and before Hiccup knew how to cook Stoick had taken the task upon himself.
The two calmly ate, the soup was made of the few leftovers from yesterday, making it watery but still good to eat. Along with a piece of bread it formed a formidable breakfast, better than they had eaten in a good while. They both finished their food at the same time, dusting a few breadcrumbs from their clothes.
"Alright," Stoick began. "I'm going to be addressing the village in the academy." He explained as he collected the bowls and stacked them together. "Can I trust you two to get there without alerting the village?"
Ragnar and Hiccup looked at each other, a cocky grin plastered on their faces. "You can." Ragnar said with confidence.
"Good, then I'll meet you at the academy." Stoick said with joy. "Any questions?"
"Yea, just one." Hiccup said. "Where is the academy?"
We find ourselves in another bedroom, one where the light couldn't peer in through the window because it was facing away from the sun. Inside, a young female lay calmly in her bed, turning on her side as she slowly woke up.
It wasn't common for her to sleep in, usually she would be up at the break of dawn. But the previous day had been exhausting, and she felt like she deserved a longer night of sleep. She stretched, yawning as the last bits of sleep left her, and sat up right in her bed.
She climbed out of her bed, she sat on the edge of her bed, looking out through the small window. The village was already rather busy, as everyone was walking through the streets, heading to the academy.
It was probably almost every villager, all moving towards the academy. She scratched her head, trying to remember if there was something important today that she forgot. But she couldn't think of anything. She quickly dressed herself and walked downstairs, finding her parent ready to go out.
"What's going on?" Astrid asked as she put on her last boot. "Why is everyone going to the academy?"
"Chief wanted to say something." Her father, Inbir Hofferson, said calmly. "He was all, well, stoic about it."
Astrid shrugged it off, probably something about the winter that was approaching. But even though it would not be that important she would probably have to attend.
"I'll meet you there then." Astrid said as she strapped her axe to her back. It had taken quite a bit of work to get it back from the arm of the trebuchet. She opened the door and hurried to the former arena, curious to the news that the chief could have to offer.
AN: NEXT WEEK! THE BIG REVEAL.
Well, hopefully next week. . . . . . Took my sweet time didn't I?
Anyway, I've started the blog, as far as I understand it. It's called R4yR4y's writing. Original, I know. You can find it by slapping R4yr4ywriting in front of , not forgetting the dot between the two, and pressing enter.
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Anyway, I hope everyone enjoys the chapter and that it'll satisfy your cravings for another week, or two. . . .
I'll try to get back on my update schedule, but I can't promise anything. I just basically didn't make time to write. My life had been mostly studying for exams and playing Skyrim (Which would make a awesome Au). I haven't even had time for Dexter. : (
So yea, I basically just didn't feel like writing, I wasn't happy with the reunion and was just postponing it over and over again. I just lost motivation for a second.
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