A/N: Here you go, another chapter in the ongoing drama...
Dr. Kelly visited Cuddy on Sunday morning and informed her that there were no complications arising from the concussion and that there was a possibility that she could go home that afternoon. House was concerned it was too soon for her to go home but Cuddy insisted that she should not receive special treatment just because she was an employee of the hospital. Nevertheless, House took Dr. Kelly aside in an effort to make sure sending her home wasn't premature. Dr. Kelly insisted that she would be okay at home so long as someone was there with her. House liked and even trusted Dr. Kelly and decided the old man's opinion was good enough for him. He walked into Cuddy's room; she was dressed in a loose-fitting v-neck tee shirt and a pair of yoga pants and lying on top of the covers.
"So what's the verdict? Can I go home?"
"Well, yes and no."
"What kind of answer is that?"
"There are conditions for your release."
"Okay."
"You can go home today only if there's someone there with you."
"Oh."
"You do understand you suffered a grade three concussion right? They should keep you in the hospital another day but I talked them out of it. Your doctor made me promise that you wouldn't be alone. So unless you want to stay here another day, you better decide you're okay with someone watching you."
"I guess I could talk to Sharon."
"Sharon has to work; she's got a kid, a life."
"That's so decent of you to notice. So Sherlock, do you have any suggestions?"
"Well, it would help if the person who stayed with you had some kind of medical knowledge."
"Hmm…"
"Someone who could tolerate you and put up with your obsessive, nagging, anal-retentive bullshit."
"Gee, I'd love to know what you say about me behind my back."
"Actually, now that you asked-"
"I don't want to know," she said interrupting what would no doubt be a remark referring to her ass. Knowing what he was getting at she beat him to the punch. "House, do you want to stay with me?"
"Who, me?" He asked feigning surprise. "You think I want to play nursemaid?"
Cuddy looked at him, lips pursed, arms crossed, waiting for him to get serious.
House let out a sigh. "Well who else do you think is going to stay with you? Wilson? Good God woman, a week with him and you two will be best girlfriends, sitting around painting each other's toenails, doing Cosmo quizzes, drinking lattes while watching reality shows."
"How is that any worse than you sitting around my house, with your feet up on my furniture, eating my food, watching your soaps and not cleaning up after yourself?" She asked, sarcastically.
"Hey! I'll have you know I watch those purely for medical research."
"Yeah, I seem to recall your research generally focused on the nurses with double D cups."
"Hey, big breasted women need lovin' too."
Cuddy just rolled her eyes. "What about your job?"
"I'll call Foreman. I've got tons of leave time."
"You're going to tell him about us?"
"What's to tell? I'll just tell him I need some time off."
"What about your team?"
"Chase is in charge."
"House, what if they need you?"
"Cuddy, relax, get out of administrator mode. I've got a phone; they'll know how to contact me." He said on the edge of her bed and ran his fingers up and down her arm gently. "Listen, I'm not good at this but I am trying. I want to help you, let me do this."
She knew House would insist on staying and honestly, she wasn't opposed to it. Despite everything they'd been through over the years, she felt safe with him around.
"Okay, but listen, there's one condition."
"Oh mooom, not the conditions."
"Yes."
"Okay fine. What?"
"Well, don't get upset but...you've been doing so great taking care of your leg and your health and I don't want you to regress so you've got to get back to working out while you're here. I know a physical therapist here who could probably work with you. I need you to take care of yourself while you're taking care of me. Can you do that?"
House looked at her thoughtfully. In her eyes he could see she was serious, she really cared about his well-being, wanted him to take care of himself. He didn't know how it would go, being at her house and taking care of her and it wasn't something he was good at, but he had to try. He needed to show her he could be there and he needed to prove to himself he could overcome his past.
"Okay," he said.
"That's settled," she said with a smile. "Now if you don't mind, can we start the process of getting me the hell out of here?"
Cuddy finally arrived home around four-thirty that afternoon. Wilson had the afternoon free so he picked House and Cuddy up from the hospital and brought them home. Sharon and Hannah had spent the day at the house with Rachel and all three were waiting for them when they arrived. Wilson parked in the garage and House got out of the backseat and limped around to the other side to help Cuddy out.
"House, I'm not an invalid, I can get out on my own."
"You know, you bitch when I don't help you and you bitch when I do, make up your mind woman." House insisted that Cuddy lean on him till they got into the house.
Wilson listened to them argue and said, "You two have been bickering ever since we got in the car, what's up with you?"
They both just looked at Wilson like he'd asked a stupid question. "How long have you known us?" House asked, smiling. Wilson just sighed and murmured "too long" under his breath and proceeded to get the rest of Cuddy's things out of the car.
Sharon had the door open for them when they walked in. She gave Cuddy a hug and helped her through the door. Everyone moved from the kitchen into the living room where House directed Cuddy to the big recliner where she settled in and put her feet up, with a blanket he placed over her. Her head hurt and she was a bit tired but she smiled at him in appreciation. Rachel, who had been playing with Hannah, ran over to her mom and asked if she could lay in the chair with her. Of course Cuddy let Rachel climb up into the chair and rest with her. House took a seat on the couch nearest to Cuddy, Wilson and Sharon on the opposite couch, Hannah sitting on the floor at her mother's feet.
"Well aren't we one big happy family?" House joked.
"Shut up House," Cuddy said, with a smirk.
"Lisa, I cooked up some stuff for you, it's nothing big, so don't get all upset. I cooked up some stir fry, pasta and sauce and some soup and there will be plenty of leftovers. I also finished up your shopping for you so you kids have plenty to eat and you don't have to worry about going anywhere."
Cuddy smiled at her best friend, always in awe of the things Sharon did to help her out. "Sharon, you didn't have to but I really appreciate it."
Sharon looked over at House. "So, how long are you planning on staying with Lisa?"
Wilson did a double-take. "You didn't tell me this."
"You didn't ask."
"You're going to stay here?"
"Where else would you suggest?"
"We're supposed to leave tomorrow morning."
"And your point is?"
"Have you called Foreman?"
"Not yet."
"Don't you think you should?"
Cuddy and Sharon were amused watching the two of them banter back and forth. Finally House said, "I'm going to tell Foreman I need some time off. So you will have to be sure not to let anyone there know what's going on here."
"Okay," he said, nodding his head. "I'm actually glad you're staying. Give you two a chance to...you know...catch up."
House and Cuddy turned and looked at each other, then House turned to Wilson and said facetiously, "You are such a good girlfriend."
"No I'm not."
Sharon chuckled and interrupted. "Listen the soup is probably heated by now, James, Hannah, you guys want to help me in the kitchen?"
"Yeah sure, lead the way," Wilson said, getting up to follow the girls into the kitchen.
House leaned over to Cuddy and said, "So how long till Jimmy pops the question?"
"House, they hardly even know one another!"
"Like that's ever stopped him before."
"I'm not playing matchmaker."
"Neither am I, I'm just saying Wilson's available, needy, and not so bad looking-" he was interrupted by Cuddy's laughter. "What's so funny?" He asked.
"You, calling Wilson handsome."
"I did not, I called him not so bad looking, there's a difference."
"Yeah only in House land."
"Anyway as I was saying, he's available and needy," he said intentionally leaving off the part about Wilson not being so bad looking, "and she's hot and single and smart."
"So you think they'd make a good pair?"
"Yeah she would so have his balls and he'd love it."
At that moment Wilson and Sharon returned to the living room. She held a tray with four mugs of homemade minestrone and Wilson followed with a plate of bread. Hannah entered behind them with a smaller tray with two smaller plates, for the girls. Hannah looked up at Rachel who was snuggled in the chair with her mother and said, "Rachel I got our food." Rachel perked up and climbed off her mother's lap.
"Mommy can we eat in my room?" She asked with an adorable look hoping her mother would give in.
"Rachel you know we don't do that, why don't you and Hannah eat at the table in the kitchen?"
"Okay," Rachel said. Trying to make her mother feel guilty, she trudged to the kitchen with Hannah, trying to look pitiful. Cuddy chuckled at the two girls, not buying it for a moment.
The four adults relaxed and enjoyed Sharon's minestrone. House devoured his and Cuddy had to laugh at him when he made a point of slurping the remainder of his soup from the mug, ending with a resounding "Ahhhhhh."
"I take it you liked it?" Sharon asked.
"Listen, you think you can teach her how to cook like that?"
"Hey, I can cook."
"Really? Because I don't remember TV dinners being considered cooking."
Sharon laughed watching House and Cuddy. This experience was new to her. Wilson leaned over and said, "Oh, this is nothing. You should have seen them at the hospital, it was like Wild Kingdom." That just made Sharon laugh harder.
House and Cuddy stopped arguing to look over at Sharon and Wilson who were laughing at them.
"Are we entertaining you?" House asked.
"Actually yeah. I mean, I know what you and Cuddy are like together and this is all new for Sharon. I was merely sharing an observation, that this..." he waved his arms wildly at House and Cuddy, "was nothing compared to what to what I've seen you do."
House leaned his head back on the couch. "You guys are going to be a pain in our asses aren't you?"
"Every chance we get," said Sharon, laughing. "James and I talked in the kitchen, we're staying out of this. We're your friends but it's not our business what you do or don't do. We're not going to interfere, but we're here for you if you need to talk." She looked at Wilson with a serious face, expecting him to agree.
"Oh yeah, what she said." He put his hands up in defense. "Not going to interfere at all."
Cuddy laughed. "That would be a first. Look, we appreciate you guys wanting to help but also wanting to stay out of it. We'll try not to put you in the middle."
"Fair enough." Wilson said. House and Cuddy couldn't help but see the way he exchanged knowing glances with Sharon. They were definitely going to have to keep an eye on those two.
They continued to talk for another hour so until Cuddy told them her headache was getting worse and she needed to get some rest. Since House was staying with Cuddy, Wilson offered to drive him back to the hotel to get his things. Sharon insisted on staying till House returned despite Cuddy's protests that she would be fine.
While House was packing up his toiletries and clothes and throwing them into his duffel bag, Wilson watched, wondering what was going on in his head.
"House you're not saying much."
"What do you want me to say?"
"You okay? I know Cuddy's accident scared you."
"It did."
"Anything you wan to talk about?"
"Nope."
"Okay." Wilson wanted to respect his friend and not push it but he cared about House and he knew something was bothering him.
"God you're a nag, I can hear you caring over there."
"What? I haven't said a word."
"You don't have to." House turned around and looked at him. "Oh fuck, it's just that...things are moving really fast. This was just supposed to be a visit, just to get to know one another again and now here I am…packing my shit to go stay with her. I don't know if I can do this."
Wilson sat on chair opposite the bed where House had his suitcase. "I know you can do it, but I don't know how to get you to believe you can do it."
"I keep wondering how long till I screw it up."
"You seemed okay the last few days. What happened?"
"Everything happened!" House yelled. He limped across the room and looked out the window of the suite. "It suddenly occurred to me yesterday that she could have died, in an instant she could have been gone. I can't lose her. I can't and yet I don't know what to do to make sure that doesn't happen."
Wilson got up and walked over to the window looking out next to House. He rubbed the back of his neck with his hand. "Man, I don't know what to tell you. This has to be your decision. Eventually though, you've got to stop beating yourself up."
"I know." House kept throwing more stuff into his bag. He continued talking to Wilson. "I was sitting with Cuddy yesterday when she was unconscious, I must have dozed off. I dreamed about something I hadn't thought about in years."
"Wanna talk about it?"
House shook his head no.
"Listen, if you can't talk to me about it...and believe me I understand, maybe you should talk to Cuddy."
"I don't want to worry her."
"How about Nolan?"
"I don't know yet, I'll have to think about it."
"Do what you feel is right House."
"I just don't want to hurt Cuddy."
"How about you House?"
"What?"
"All this talk about hurting Cuddy, what about you? Cuddy hurt you and you didn't deserve it, even she knows that now. You two admitted that you both screwed up so stop beating yourself up, don't feel guilty, let it go and really move on with her. She wants this, so do you. You need to stop worrying about hurting her, she needs to stop worrying about hurting you and you both just need to concentrate on building something new."
House just sat there absorbing what Wilson said. Wilson put his hand on his shoulder. "Come on I'll help you pack."
While House and Wilson were gone, Sharon helped Cuddy get settled in her bed. Sharon sat on the edge of the bed and they talked.
"You and House are really amazing together."
"Yeah, we are aren't we?"
"You know to be honest I have a hard time believing that the guy I've met is the same guy who ran his car into your house."
"I know what you mean."
"Lisa, what do you see? Do you think he's changed?"
"Yeah, I do. I can see he's trying to do the right thing by being here for me. I know it's hard because he's used to keeping people at a distance."
"Why is he like that?"
"Long story, some of which I'm not even privy to. Some of it has to do with his relationship with his late father, they never saw eye to eye growing up. He was really hard on House. And then the infarction, you know about his leg and the surgery and everything that went down. He just feels getting close will get him hurt so he doesn't do it, at least not often."
"Wow."
"Yeah. You had to know him Sharon, I mean he's always been a little different from everyone else, even back in college."
"So what now?"
"Well, he'll stay with me and help me out the next few days and then...I don't know. Honestly, I really like having him here. Everything we've been through and having him around makes me feel safe. Is that crazy?"
"Nah. You know, I like him. I like the son of a bitch." She laughed. "I can see what you see in him. You guys have a long way to go to make things right but I think you're on your way."
"I hope so."
Sharon patted her leg. "Good, I'm glad. Now listen, get some rest okay? I'm going to be down the hall with the girls till House gets back."
Cuddy nodded her head and lay her head back on the pillows. Her head was hurting and she just wanted to sleep a bit. She knew that she should call Julia and let her know what happened and figured it was better to get it out of the way now. She dialed her sister's number.
"Hello?"
"Jules, hey it's Lisa."
"Oh hey Lisa, I tried calling you yesterday but there was no answer at home? What's up with that?"
"Well, I sort of…I had an accident."
"Oh my God are you alright?"
"Yeah yeah I'm fine. Just some idiot ran a red light, I'll be fine, just a concussion. I'm very lucky that's the extent of it."
"Is Rachel okay?"
"Yeah she was at home?"
"At home?"
Cuddy realized her mistake and tried to cover it up. She wasn't quite ready for her sister to know House was back in her life. Though Julia knew how she felt about House, it was quite a different thing to actually act upon those feelings.
"She was with Sharon."
"Oh, okay. Are you still in the hospital?"
"No, I'm home.
"Lis, isn't that a bit soon?"
Cuddy knew it was a bit soon for her type of concussion but again she needed to cover herself here. "Actually, no, it's not too soon, I'll be fine. I feel much better."
"Still Lis, you sure you should be alone?"
"Honest Jules, I'll be fine, really. I've got Sharon in case I need anything." She knew she was digging herself deeper with her lie but she had no choice.
"Yeah but Sharon's got a daughter, you sure she has the time? I mean you should have someone there with you all the time."
"I'll be fine, we've got it covered, really Jules. Listen is mom there?"
"No, she took the kids out for ice cream; she's been feeling so much better lately and getting out more. It's good for her. Besides I was able to get some housecleaning done."
"Oh good, just tell her I'm fine and I'll call her. How long will she be staying with you?"
"She's actually been back at her house awhile now; of course you'd know that if you called more often." Julia had a habit of laying the guilt trip and she was very good at it.
"I'm sorry Jules, just been busy, have a lot going on. Listen, I want to talk more but I have to go, I'm really tired. We'll talk soon."
"Okay keep me posted. Call me if you need anything."
"I know, I know, I'll call you. Let mom know I'm okay will ya? Tell her not to worry, I'm fine."
"Okay Lis, you're the doctor. Love you."
"Love you too. Bye." Cuddy hung up the phone and lay back on her pillows as House walked into the room.
"Hmm…now you hung up that conversation awfully quick, either it was your secret boyfriend…or girlfriend," he said raising his eyebrows up and down hopefully. "Or it was your mother."
"My sister."
"How is the youngest evil spawn of Arlene Cuddy these days?"
"I don't know. We didn't really have much of a conversation, I called her to tell her what happened and that I was okay."
"You didn't have to tell her did you?"
"My mother has a sixth sense about stuff like this; she would have sniffed it out eventually."
"Julia doesn't know anything?"
"Nope."
"What do you think she'll say?"
"Julia hates what you did and she probably hates you, but she's been oddly…supportive of the fact that I…still have feelings for you."
House looked at her with mock curiosity. "You do?"
"You're an ass."
"Well that's something I don't hear every day," he said, smirking at her.
About an hour later, Cuddy was resting comfortably and House was sitting on her back porch watching the sunset and enjoying the silence. He had one of Rachel's old baby monitors on the table next to him and the other was on Cuddy's nightstand in case she needed him. House smiled to himself at the thought that most people wouldn't figure he was the type of guy to watch sunsets. He always had, there was something magical to him about a sunset. When he was a little boy visiting his grandmother, whom he affectionately referred to as Oma, she would tell him that when the sun went down over the horizon, it took all the day's troubles with it. She told him that when the sun rose the next day, it brought a fresh clean slate so one could start over again. When he was a child, House liked to believe that, it helped him get through some very tough times. He only wished it were true now. Thinking about it, his Oma's words brought him a great sense of peace, which he so desperately needed. He thought about Oma, there were times he really missed her. She had been a kind old woman, teaching him music and reading poetry to him. His father thought music and poetry was for sissies but Oma, much like his mother, insisted that those were important things to learn and that someday they would come in handy.
House was brought out of his thoughts by the ringing of his cell phone. It was Chase.
"Hey House, just wanted to check up on you and see if you're coming in tomorrow."
"Nope, something's come up. Why? You killed a few patients while I was gone?"
"Actually, we've only got one and we just released her this morning. Four year old girl with eczema, seizures and mental delays. Turned out to be P.K.U. Told the parents they can control it with diet, I think they nearly passed out from shock. They expected something more serious."
"They always do. Good work by the way."
"Wait, did you just say good work?"
"Yeah, but don't get used to it. I've got a reputation you know."
"House, admit it, you miss us."
"I'm sure that's it."
"You and Wilson enjoying the conference?"
"Yep."
"Get lucky yet?"
"Hookers and lap dances every night."
"Yeah okay."
Before House could respond, suddenly and without warning, a loud voice came over the baby monitor. "Hey House, can you do me a favor?" Cuddy's voice came over the baby monitor rather loudly. It did not go unnoticed by Chase.
"House, who was that?" He asked.
"One legged hooker, got a thing for cripples, anyway she's ready to jump my jock so I gotta go, bye." He hung up before Chase had a chance to reply.
House put the phone back in his pocket and limped to Cuddy's room. "Were you trying to blow our cover?" He asked, waving the baby monitor in his hand.
"We have one?" She asked.
"I was on the phone with Chase when you rang," he said as he held up the baby monitor.
"Oops," she giggled.
"What's up anyway? Miss me?"
"Actually, I just need another bottle of water so I can take my pills." She held up an empty water bottle. "Would you get me another?"
He smiled. He actually liked that she needed him. "Your wish is my command," he said as he limped off to get more water.
Meanwhile, on the other end of the line in Princeton, Chase had a puzzled look on his face. Taub, who was sitting across from him at the conference table asked, "What was that all about?"
"A woman."
"A woman? You mean a hooker."
"Not a hooker and not just any woman."
"What?"
"Cuddy."
"No way."
"I could have sworn that was her voice."
Taub laughed. "You seriously think Cuddy would let him get anywhere near her after what he did?"
"Yeah, you're right," he said, "but still, that sounded an awful lot like her."
"Cuddy's too smart to get wrapped up in him again."
Chase shook his head and said, "Come on let's go see if we can find a case before House gets back." He put the matter to rest for the moment but he sensed there was more going on than House was letting on.
It was eight o'clock in the evening and House helped Rachel with her bath, then took her in to say goodnight to her mother before tucking her in to bed.
"Hows, can you read to me?"
"Aren't you too tired?"
"No. Can you read More Bears?"
"You sure you want me to do it?"
"Yeah I like all the voices you do," she said to him. She had her cute face on and he couldn't resist. Knowing how much she loved stories and how well she slept when they were read to her, he relented.
"Okay scoot over munchkin." He sat in the bed with her and read her the book and did all the voices and Rachel giggled until she yawned and then she closed her eyes and before House even finished the story she was asleep. House returned to Cuddy's bedroom to check on her. He sat next to her on the bed.
"How ya feeling?"
"Head hurts."
"I know. It will for a while. Do you need anything?"
"Actually I'm okay now. You've done so much, with Rachel and all, thank you."
"You're welcome." House sat there, his fingers pulling at loose threads of her comforter. "Cuddy..."
"Yeah?"
"I..."
Cuddy looked at him, the softness in her eyes urging him not to be afraid to open up to her. She reached out and put her hand on his.
"I'm trying. I don't want to screw up again. I don't." His eyes conveyed that he was being completely sincere.
Cuddy patted the vacant side of the bed with her hand. "Will you stay with me?"
He nodded. Without saying a word, he kicked off his shoes and stripped down to his tee shirt and boxers. He turned out the light, then crawled into the space next to her. She moved towards him and snuggled up close. It was as if it was something they did every day. It seemed so natural to both of them. They lay there in the dark and as Cuddy relaxed in his arms, he stroked her hair gently. She heard him take a deep breath and then let out a loud sigh. It was as if he wanted to say something but she didn't want to push him.
"I had a dream yesterday, when I was at the hospital waiting for you to wake up."
"Okay."
"When I was seventeen, I found a dog, named him Ralph, he followed me home one day and my mom told me I could keep him if his owner didn't show up."
Cuddy was intrigued. "Tell me more."
House lay there and continued to stroke her hair. "Dad didn't like me having a pet, I don't know why, he just didn't. I paid for the vet bills, my friends and I built him a doghouse. He was a good dog. One day he got out, apparently the gate was left open, though I was sure I'd closed it. I found him on the way to school, lying on the side of the road."
House, no!" She said, turning painfully in his arms to face him.
"Yeah. I took him home and buried him. Took me hours because the roots underneath that damn tree were so tough, I had to find a space in between them to dig. I finally got him buried and later, my dad told me it was my fault he was dead. He'd been telling me all along I wasn't responsible enough to take care of a pet and that it was my fault he died."
"Oh House I'm so sorry. He was wrong you know."
"I know now, but back then…not so much."
"What made you think of this now? After all these years?"
He lay there, looking at her in the dark, the glow from the nightlight on her side of the bed outlining her silhouette. It just felt so right. He didn't want to shut her out but opening up was so difficult. He pushed himself anyway.
"I don't know, but when I went to sleep with you last night, I kept hearing his voice in my head, telling me it was my fault."
"House," she cried softly, "You're not responsible for my accident, you know that, right?"
"Cuddy, I know that but I kept hearing his voice over and over and it made me feel worse for not being there...to protect you."
She raised her hand to his face and scratched his stubble. "It wasn't your fault. I am so glad you were there for me after it happened. I was so happy to see your face when I woke up."
"Even though I threatened to tell everyone you were a man?" He joked.
"Yeah." She let out a tired chuckle.
"Hey, let's get some sleep," he said, gently pulling her closer to him.
"House?"
"Hmm?"
"Thank you."
"For what?"
"Being there for me yesterday, taking care of Rachel, this, and just opening up to me. I know it's hard. I just want you to feel like you can trust me."
"I do," he murmured into her neck as they drifted off to sleep together.
The next morning, House woke up around eight o'clock. He looked over and Cuddy was still snoring. He'd kept a watchful eye on her during the night, she'd turn over occasionally and her breathing was normal so he decided not to wake her up. He knew Rachel would be up already and wanting breakfast. He went into her room but as expected it was vacant. He heard the television in the living room and the sounds of early morning cartoons. He limped down the hallway and found her sitting on the couch in her pajamas watching Speed Racer; he had to laugh because that same cartoon had been on when he was a kid.
"Hey munchkin, how long you been up?"
"Not long." She sat there holding her ducky and seemed intensely focused on the cartoon. "Mommy up?" She asked.
"No, she's still sleeping, which is why we need to keep it down okay?" He said as he sat on the couch next to her.
"Okay. Do I have to go to school?"
House thought about it. With Cuddy as her mother, it probably wasn't often that the kid had a chance to skip school. "Nope, not today. You stay home with mom and me."
"Yay," she said quietly and continued watching her cartoon.
Suddenly, the doorbell rang. The only person he thought it might be was Wilson, but he wasn't expected for hours. It rang again and House was concerned it would wake Cuddy. "Shit!" he said out loud to himself as he got up from the couch. His leg hurt as it did every morning and it took him a little longer to make his way across the room. As he limped towards the front door, he called out in an annoyed voice, "Wilson if you wake Cuddy up so help me-" as he opened the door, he stared in shock at the woman standing across the threshold from him.
"What in hell are you doing here?" She demanded.
There's much more to come, this isn't even remotely close to the end, in fact, to be honest I don't even see the end to this story. I don't plan it out, I have ideas but I really just write these chapters as they pop out of my head. So, you never know where I'm going to take it!
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