After nearly 20 chapters, we're finally here! Season 2 content, which, yes, means I skipped the USJ, but if Izuku and his class aren't involved in it, there's no point writing about it. Not when I can do this instead. While for the longest time, the festival was planned to go the same as canon, I made some changes the other week, which I think will be pretty unique and engaging.

Chapter 19: The Show Must Go On

"Holy shit, was the media crazy all weekend." Awase rested his head on the desk. Things had not been easy for normal for them as they had thought that the press somehow breaking in Wednesday would have been the weird thing, but nope! When Friday rolled around, what was meant to be a typical day went right out the window. They didn't know it at first, as they had been in class, waiting for their turn to have hero class, only for their teacher, Snipe, to get a phone call and immediately leave the class, telling Midoriya and Tokage to keep everyone calm.

They had wondered why they needed to do that. Still, the school went into lockdown as it was announced over the intercom that there had been another break-in that had confirmed villains and that all students were to remain in their classes. They had been concerned and a little scared; Awase could admit that much, but it was a shit show like what happened a couple days before. They had been kept in class for an extra hour before Snipe returned and allowed them to leave. On the way out of school, the police were out in force, along with reporters, only kept back by those same police.

It was only after they had all got home and watched the news that they found out that class A had been attacked at the USJ, and over the long weekend, as they got Monday off as well, it was all the news could talk about, despite the fact there were little details about the incident.

"Can you blame them? We got attacked and managed to fend off villains." Honemuki, standing at Awase's desk, shrugged.

"You mean class A was attacked? I swear, if one more person on the train asked if I was in class A…" Monoma muttered angrily.

"I know what you mean; they're interested in them, and once you tell them you're in a different class, it's like you're not even there." Tetsutetsu nodded as he didn't wish harm on his sister class. That would just be a dick move. But that didn't mean it wasn't annoying when people only showed interest in them. His class got into U.A. in the same way as class A, yet they were seen as second acts because they didn't have bad luck.

"Tokage, Midoriya, any news from Kendo about the situation?" Shishida asked their two class reps, who were at Tokage's desk.

Turning to their classmates, the two could see that many were worried because of that lack of details, and it wasn't like they could speak with anyone with class A before school started, either. "She said that everyone was doing all right, considering the situation. Including that small guy, Mineta, I think his name was." Tokage replied, as it was confirmed that they knew more than the rest, as they had been informed of details due to their positions as a class rep and vice-rep, respectively.

"What happened to him?" Kaibara asked as if he wasn't mistaken; Mineta was that small guy Kendo had been helping the other day.

"He and Asui nearly got caught by one of the villain leaders; his quirk seems to decay anything it touches, so if he grabs your face," Midoriya replied, which caused a few to shiver as they pictured that scene, it wouldn't be pretty.

"Yikes." Kamakiri shook his head, but thankfully, that was the only real news about the attack. A few were injured, but nothing that a quirk trip to Recovery Girl didn't fix before they were allowed to return home.

"It was pretty weird to see students on the news being talked about like pros, but wasn't one of them an invisible girl?" Komori asked, shifting things to a more light-hearted topic.

"I wonder why she didn't release her quirk for the cameras. Is she shy or something?" Yanagi suggested. It was rather odd watching the footage of class A walking out of the USJ, as she hadn't seen any of them outside their class rep, Kendo.

"Maybe, but then there was the blonde dude dressed like a knight. He looked like he wanted more camera time and always appeared in the shot. It was kinda creepy." Rin joked as seeing that one kid try to be in every shot was like a game of find Waldo on easy mode. It got so bad that they had to clearly edit or cut scenes where he appeared after a while.

"Let us just be grateful that our sister class managed to escape such a horrendous situation without serious injury or, God forbid, deaths." Shishida adjusted his glasses as Shiozaki nodded her head.

"They were in my prayers all weekend." Knowing that no one had been harmed relieved Shiozaki.

"But there is a question that I wanted to know: Why'd it get so serious? I mean, All Might was meant to be there to teach them," Kaiabara asked, which got them thinking, as it didn't make sense for things to be as big as they were.

"Oh yeah, you're right. All Might can take out anyone before they blink. Was he held up or something?" Komori asked.

"By what? He would have been in school by then." Honenuki dismissed that, as All Might should have needed to arrive at school at the same time as the rest of the staff, even if his hero classes took place before lunch. And besides, if he was absent, wouldn't there have been an announcement beforehand?

Midoriya knew why All Might didn't stop things from the get-go, but he kept it to himself. Instead, his eye went to the clock and saw the time as he clapped his hands to draw their attention. "We can discuss this later. Let's get into our seats, people! Homeroom's about to start!" With that, the students went to their seats right on time as with the last person sitting, the door slid open, and Vlad entered.

"Morning, students." Vlad greeted them as he walked to the front of the class.

"Good morning, Vlad-sensei!" The class replied, getting a nob from the pro when he heard it and that he didn't need to wait for them to settle down.

"I'll cut to the chase: Despite the fact that we've suffered a villain attack, you're not out of the woods yet," Vlad started, getting them to lean forward in surprise and worry.

"What?"

"Is another coming?"

"So soon?"

Some thought there was an expected second attack, and others thought they'd be forced into some sort of exercise similar to what class A went through, but it was none of them. "The U.A. Sports festival is in two weeks," Vlad informed them, getting them to pause as they took that in and wondered what the hell U.A. was thinking.

Shiozaki was the first to question this. She did not wait for permission to speak; she only raised her hand before asking. "Forgive me, sire, but is that wise? As you just said, there was a villain attack not a week ago."

"I agree with her. Shouldn't it be postponed till things calm down?" Fukidashi's word bubble head shifted to display a question mark.

"That's exactly why the festival is going ahead as planned: to show the world and those villains who escaped that U.A. won't be easily cowed," Vlad replied.

"Still, there's bound to be a few idiots who make an attempt. With so many people, wouldn't it be hard to patrol?" Midoriya asked, as he wasn't against the idea of the festival per se, but he didn't want this to happen only because of short-sightedness. One had to always consider the idiot factor, after all.

"Normally, yes, but U.A.'s security will be five times what it's been in previous years, which includes increasing the number of pros and plains clothes police officers who will be around to patrol and keep the peace," Vlad replied, as Nezu had already gone over what this would include with the staff, though he wouldn't share most of those details with the students just yet.

"When you put it like that, it makes sense why we're going with it. Plus, there's the fact that it's the biggest media event of the year, even bigger than the bi-annual Hero board chart announcement." Tokage relented, to which Vlad nodded, as if, for better or worse, the U.A. Sports festival was more than just a school event.

"The Olympics were once the shows of shows, but with the rise of quirks, they've seen a reduction of athletes and funding, making them a shell of their former selves. But for Japan, what was once the Olympics is now our Sports Festival, a unique event as U.A. is the only hero school that televises it." Vlad explained that they weren't only doing this to serve as entertainment for the entire country but to demonstrate what the future of heroes would look like and to keep people's concerns low by showing that even when the current generation of pros retire, they'll be as good if not better ones ready and waiting to step up to the plate.

"The second reason is for you students. The Sports festival is where you'll make your first impressions not just with the public, but with hero agencies, scouting for new talent." Vlad added, reminding them how that would work.

"And if you're lucky, you get picked up as a sidekick at one of those agencies," Monoma stated, already thinking of ways to catch the eyes of some prominent agencies.

"Or you can find yourself an eternal sidekick," Kodai replied before looking Monoma's way. "Watch out, Monoma."

"Uncalled for." The boy let her expressionless jab flow off his back like water.

"Don't get cocky. Being recruited by a top agency can indeed be a huge step. Still, even a smaller one can be a milestone so long as you find yourselves at one where you can learn to maximise your strengths and minimise your weaknesses." Vlad stated, bringing attention back to him as he frowned at them.

Crossing his arms, he made sure to be as transparent as day with his instructions: "But just because you aren't all going to aim to make it to All Might's agency doesn't mean I want to see any of you slacking off! This is your first chance, the first of just three, to show the world what you're made of, and I expect to see only 110% from you. Is that understood?"

"Yes, Vlad-sensei!" The class replied with much more spirit than before, as the man let out a huff through his nose, pleased that his students were motivated to succeed. And if they managed to first and 2nd this year, he'll be even happier.

However, before he forgot, there was something he wanted to inform them of, a piece of advice he hoped that'll listen to. "Good. Before we end things, I want to inform you that as hero students, you should try your best to mingle with the other courses. At the end of the day, heroes are merely one part of society. Things will fall apart if we don't support those as they support us."

Hours later, with the last bell of the day, the students were packing up their things when Kaibara opened the door, only to find the hall packed with people. "What seems to be the hold-up?" Tokage asked, seeing that while there were a ton of people outside, they were all facing their sister class's door.

"Isn't it obvious, people, to cope with the class that fought villains and came out on top?" Tokage informed them as Tetsutetsu slammed his fist into his table.

"Dammit, they're getting all the attention. I'm going over there to tell them we'll show them what we're made of at the festival." Tetsutetsu shoved the last of his stuff into his bag and went out the door despite Kaibara and Honenuki trying to stop him.

"Wait, Tetsutetsu, and he's gone." Honenuki sighed, as he already knew that Tetsutetsu would start something dumb.

"So is Monoma. Oh boy, come on, Midoriya, let's make sure they don't start pointless fights." Tokage noted that Monoma had somehow managed to slip out without her noticing. As he had been salty all day about class A getting all the praise, it didn't take a genius to guess what was happening.

Getting up, Midoriya followed after Tokage to make sure their classmates didn't get into a fight, but he would be lying if he didn't have some choice words for a certain somebody.

"Get out of my way, extras!" And low and beyond, speak of the devil, and he shall appear, or in this case, show off Bakugo's lack of tact. Midoriya didn't need to see it but knew what he must have looked like, as he always looked at others like bugs that annoyed him or fools that inflated his already oversized ego.

"Bakugo, for the love of-stop calling people extras just because you don't know their names!" Kendo scolded him, and from how annoyed she sounded, it was fair to say she's not had much luck getting Bakugo to reign in that attitude.

"It's beneath the standards one should expect from a U.A. student, Bakugo!" Breaking out to the front, he remained in the crowd of students, holding Tokage back to watch as things played out. Tokage looked at him weirdly, but he managed to convey that they shouldn't step in, not yet and with Monoma and Tetsutetsu not causing a problem yet, she let him keep her back, at least for the time.

"I came here to see the famous 1A, see what they're all about," Shinso says, shifting from Bakugo and his rather colourful descriptions of his classmates, Kendo and her vice rep Iida. "But you're really not living up to the hype, but you still seem arrogant. Is that something that's just a class thing?"

"I can assure you, he's the exception. We're still working on teaching Bakugo some proper manners here." Kendo placed a heavy hand on Bakugo's shoulder when she said his name, to which he shook it off like it was acid.

"Oh, screw you, man hands!" He growled at her, either not knowing or, more likely, not caring that he was acting like a wild animal.

"Charming. Makes you wonder, doesn't it? How something like him got into the hero course to begin with. It can make you a little disillusioned." Shinso stated that the showing of class 1 wasn't all that great to him or anyone watching.

Hearing someone not praise the dirt he walked on had predictable results: Bakugo turned his ire toward Shinso. "The hell did you say, you insomniac twig?" If looks could kill, as the saying went.

"You heard what I said, or are you deaf?" Shinso, for his part, didn't buckle or bend under Bakugo's ire or threatening glare. If anything, he was emboldened by it. "But it does make this easier, as some of us in general wish to transfer into the hero course since we didn't cut in on the hero exam, but there is a problem with that."

"Both classes are filled right now; the only way you could be if," Kendo answered his statement before she realised what he meant, the same as most of those Midoriya could see in class A.

"She gets it." Shinso gave Kendo a smile, one that Midoriya was sure he was making creepy to throw her off his game, as he preferred mind games to set his opponents up, even 2 weeks away from the festival.

"Gets what?" one of them, another blonde but with a dark lighting mark through his hair, asked. Midoriya wondered if he was an idiot or just clueless about how he could not put 2 and 2 together with that.

At least he seemed to be an exception, not the rule, as a purple-haired girl with earphone jacks growing from her ear lobes smacked the blonde over the head. "Dunce, the only way someone from another class can transfer in would be for one of us to be moved out. A swap."

"This is more proof that there's a chance for it. After all, depending on the festival's results, they'll be willing to re-evaluate our applications, but that'll also watch all of you. If one of you liked Bakugo and Dunce over there," Shinso emphasised that last part, which the blonde in question took personally. "Don't live up to the hype of the hero course. You might find us switching classes before the end of the semester."

Shinso's gaze then returned to Bakugo, who looked pissed that Shinso was even talking to him, never mind telling him he could lose what he must have seen as his God-given spot in the hero course. But he let it wash over the rest of them. Many met it without issue.

"Not just them; I wouldn't get comfortable if I were you because your seats right now are our targets, and you're in the way," Shinso warned them, making his feelings towards them clear as day. "Scouting the enemy? Maybe for them, but not for me. This is a declaration of war."

Bakugo, while pissed, was far from impressed with that; stepping closer, he glared Shinso down. "That's a lot of shit talk for an extra that couldn't even make it past that stupid exam. Do you want to declare war on us? Do it when you're a threat, or go annoy class B. They're second to us anyway, so maybe if you're lucky, one of them will slip up."

"And why would we do that?" Monoma moved, stepping up with a smug smile to judge Bakugo. "If I didn't know any better, I would think you somehow think that handling some thugs makes you better than us."

"Asshole? You want to talk shit about us." Tetsutetsu was with him, looking like he would start a fight immediately. Midoriya and Tokage would need to step in if that were to happen.

"If you were worth a damn, you'll be in class A. That's the class that produces the best. You'll all just second fiddles." Bakugo dismissed them, which rubbed Midoriya the wrong way. He had known he would be like this, but his previous statements to Shinso only cemented that. But there was something especially grating about him dismissing his entire class, and he wasn't the only one that felt that way as Tokage looked far from pleased.

When he was done dealing with them, Bakugo moved to leave as a redhead in his class called out to him. "Hey, hold up, Bakugo! It's your fault that they're mad at us. Shouldn't you apologise?"

"It doesn't matter." Bakugo didn't even turn to reply.

"What?"

"It doesn't matter so long as you rise to the top." He replied, which was a bridge too far for Midoriya.

"I wouldn't have expected anything less from you, number 3," Midoriya stated. If he thought Bakugo looked pissed with Kendo and Shinso, he looked like he was close to going nuclear as he heard Midoriya's voice.

"That fucking voice," Bakugo uttered, a snarl forming on his face as Midoriya stepped out of the crowd, right into his line of sight and his way away from this.

Staring down his fury, Midoriya didn't let it affect him, not like it used to, as he instead smiled at him. "After all, you and decency go together as well as kittens and fire-ants." He noted, which got under Bakugo's skin far more than he would admit, especially as he looked at the one person he so badly wanted out of his life.

"What the hell, Deku…" Bakugo sounded confused to those who didn't know him, but to Midoriya, he could tell he was merely feeling so much anger that it was taking a moment to release. Normally, when he got to this point, something blew up.

Midoriya didn't so much pock the bear as he played Nivana; he danced right in front of it as he continued to press him. "Is there an issue, number 3? I'm only being honest; you've never been someone who cared about being polite or the feelings of others." He kept up the smile, loving how Bakugo barely kept it together.

"You have a lot of balls to show your fucking face here, Deku!" Bakugo stepped forward, pops shooting off his hands as he desperately wanted to hit it. Blast him to kingdom come, and Midoriya loved it. Seeing how much an unruly dog Bakugo was at his core, unable to even control him when faced with him.

Leaning his head to the side, he feigned confusion. "Do I not have a right to be here, number 3? I earned my place in these halls like you and everyone else." He kept hammering home that he had earned it and had done what Bakugo wanted to be the only one from their middle school to do.

Tokage looked between them with confusion and concern, the same with Kendo and even Monoma. Midoriya seemed calm and composed, even friendly, but Bakugo looked like he wanted to jump him and tear him limb from limb. There was history between them, and it wasn't pleasant, as Shinso observed, wondering where Midoriya would take this.

"Oh, that's right! How could I forget," Midoriya made a sound of remembering, bringing his fist into his palm with a giggle. Bakugo had many reasons to hate him, both real and imagined, but there was one that he couldn't resist bringing up. "Is this about how when last we spoke, I laid you on your ass with a single punch?"

That reminder of how he had been struck and hadn't even seen that blow coming made Bakugo see red.

"You lit—" Kendo grabbed him, tighter this time, to keep Bakugo restrained. It was clear that he didn't like Midoriya. He didn't like it most, as he made clear on the first day, but Kendo had thought he had made some progress with Kirishima, but it seemed she was wrong.

While others stepped back in fear, worried that things could get violent, Midoriya continued to dance before the bear, playing the music even louder. "You're still upset about that? I would imagine that you would have got past that, number 3. But then again, it was pretty easy to land that punch." Midoriya added as if it was an afterthought that further angered Bakugo. He had waited for his payback on this bastard, but he ghosted school for months.

Monoma, intrigued, asked, "You keep referring to him by number 3 and not Bakugo. Why is that?"

Midoriya turned to him, a smile on his face as he explained it. "Isn't it obvious? It's because of the entrance exams. Our resident bomber scored 3rd place on it, quite the achievement." Midoriya stated, which jogged Tetsutetsu and Monoma's memory as they did recall seeing the name Bakugo in the top 10 rankings. But wait, wouldn't that mean, "As the person that came in 2nd, I can only applaud that." h…oh! Monoma smiled as he realised what Midoriya was doing, and he loved it.

"Well then, number 2, maybe you should back off before things get hot," Kendo ordered, but he merely bowed his head.

"Oh, of course, number 1. I wouldn't want us to come to blows outside a regulated sparring session. We can sort our differences with our words, can't we?" He asked, though she could see how little he meant that, if only in terms of how much he seemed to enjoy riling up her class's resident wolverine.

"Funny, that doesn't seem like what you want. So let's end things." She stated, firm in her words in a way that no one could deny, a spark of energy leaking from her eyes, which seemed to shine. Such was her force that Bakugo didn't immediately yell for her to go fuck herself.

"Oh, maybe it's for the best." Midoriya would respect her wishes; after all, he had done what he came here to do, which was to keep Monoma and Tetsutetsu from starting something.

He never said that he wouldn't.

"Why does he hate you so much, Midoriya? It can't all be because you landed a hit back in middle school." Tetustetsu asked, giving him an excellent chance to have the last word and really fuck with Bakugo.

Laughing as if it were merely a fond memory, Izuku replied, "Oh, he's just a little irritated, that's all. Probably because he's had his quirk since he was 4, and yet I, who only got my power last year, managed to score higher than him. I'll be upset too if what I thought was a pebble turns out to be a mountain." Bakugo might have been cowed, but that reminder nearly broke through whatever sense he still had.

"Oh, I can see why that would grind someone's gears. But he can make up for it at the festival, so until then, farewell." Monoma bowed to them as the students from class B turned to leave; they had preparations to do, after all. Shinso snorted, having found the entire thing funny as he went.

"Deku, I wear that, I'll blast your ass all the way into next century! You hear me? You won't have any cheap shots next time!" Bakugo yelled at his retreating back, Izuku turning his head only a little to reply.

"We'll see number 3; we'll see which one of us is the pebble!" He reminded him of his declaration, his eyes shining with anger much like Bakugo's but refined and restrained in form. Now wasn't the time, but it was coming soon.

That weekend, Shinso lay in his bed, fast asleep. His slumber was interrupted when he heard something. "What…?" That sounded like taps on his bedroom window, which…no, that wasn't right. His room was on the second floor, and it couldn't be a bird, right?

"Probably nothing." The sound continued, but it wasn't all that loud as he rolled over to get a few more hours of sleep. He had things to do later and would much prefer to be fully rested.

Alas, that wasn't what was in store for him, as there was a knock on his bedroom door before it opened. "Hitoshi, time to get up." A feminine voice called out as he groaned, lifting his blanket from over his head to look towards his mother, whom he resembled in almost every way but hairstyle and the fact she didn't look like she never got enough sleep. That he got from his dad.

"Mom, it's 6 a.m. on a Saturday." He looked at the digital clock on his bedside, which read in clear red numbers that it was 6:21 a.m.

Seeing that he was still in bed, she raised an eyebrow. "Then why did you ask your friends to come over?"

He woke up a little at that. "Friends?" He's not had friends over since he was 9.

"Oh yes, they're waiting outside for you." She replied as she closed the door, with Shinso still hearing the tapping at his window as he got up and went over, seeing through it a strange sight which had him rubbing his eyes to clear up any sleep from them as no way in hell that was real.

"Shinso!" Opening his window, he saw Midoriya standing in their driveway. With him was Kodai, who looked half asleep on her feet; Shiozaki, who was nursing something from a flash; Monoma at Izuku's feet, barely awake; and Kuroiro over his shoulder. His free hand was holding what looked to be seeds, which he must have been throwing the entire time. All of them dressed in what must have been their workout gear. "Hurry up, we got some training to do!" How did he even find out where he lives? He sure as hell never told him!

Shinso wished to go back to bed, as it was far too early for this crap. "Why are you carrying him like that?" He focused on something small: Midoriya, who looked right as rain, carried his classmate over his shoulder.

Putting the seeds back in his pocket, he pat Kuroiro's back. The boy mutters that this was torture of the highest order, waking up so early on a Saturday. "He didn't want to wake up, but his dad said it was cool if he picked him up like a sack of potatoes. Now get down here! We still need to go through some warm-ups!" Shinso feels that maybe he made a mistake befriending this guy.

"What…the hell, man?" 2 hours later, that thought had only grown stronger as the group took a break in a park, which was still empty crawled onto a bench, his legs feeling like they were made from pudding.

"What, that was just a warm-up. Shiozaki's just fine." Midoriya, who still looked fresh as daisies, pointed towards Shiozaki, who looked a little winded but wasn't near the rest of them. The closest person to her was Monoma, who stood with his hands on his knees, as what Izuku thought was a 'jog' was more of a run for the rest of them.

"You made us run 5km!" Shinso yelled back at him.

"That's not so bad; I normally run 15km." Shinso didn't know what was worse: the fact that he could say that with a straight face or the fact that he could buy it.

"You're a beast, not even human." Kuroiro moaned, having never had to run that fast for so long in his life.

"Come on, don't you want to be heroes? Well, that means putting in the work! Come on, let's get through some cool-down stretches. After that, we can head over to a place to train." Midoriya said to cheer them up, and Kodai turned over to him.

"Do we have to walk?" She asked him.

"Ye," Kodai's gaze made Izuku rethink his words before looking away. "Oh, fine. We'll catch a ride, but I'm not paying."

"Agreed!" The rest called out. After they managed to find their leg muscles again, they went through some cool-down stretches, with the two green heads leading them before Monoma pulled his phone out to order them a ride share, one large enough for them, which, as Izuku said, he didn't chip in for. Once in, they gave the man the directions, with Shiozaki asking why they were going so far out of the way. Still, Izuku assured them it was the best place to train, but when he mentioned that he went there regularly, Monomo felt like he should try jumping ship.

20 minutes later, a trip made longer since their driver didn't know the area and complained that the uneven country-like roads were murder on his suspension, they had made it. Giving the man a sizable tip to apologise for any damage the car took, the group looked up towards the wall compound. "And why are we here? You said we're going somewhere to train," Shinso asked as it looked like they had rocked up to the retreat of some rich person.

"I did, and we are," Midoriya pat his shoulder as he walked past, greeting the two guards at the gate like old friends. "Hey, guys!"

"Midoriya, I wasn't expecting you today." To their surprise, the guards seemed receptive, shaking his hand.

"And guests, these you're classmates?" The second looked to the group behind Izuku with some suspicion but little hostile intent as if Izuku had brought them here, and then they couldn't be wrong.

"Most of them, the one who looks like he needs more sleep is from another class." He singled out Shinso from the group, who frowned at that description of himself. Stepping up, Shiozaki bowed to the guards.

"Shiozaki Ibara, it is a pleasure." She introduced herself, followed by the rest. The two men nodded before they turned their gaze towards Midoriya once more.

"Likewise. They're here to help?" Monoma looked at Midoriya funny after that comment.

Midoriya, on the other hand, shook his head. "Maybe some other time. Right now, I wanted to train with them for the upcoming Sports Festival."

"They're still hosting that? Didn't you guys get attacked by villains?" One of the two asked, to which Monoma slapped his forehead in annoyance.

"It was class A!" He corrected them, which they found weird, so Midoriya stepped in to smooth things.

"Yes, now, can you please open the gates for us?" he asked. The two stood aside and opened the massive doors, allowing the group to see the sheer scope that lay before them as Midoriya walked in, turning around to present the area to them.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Kenmikoto Estate. My home away from home." He smiled, as he had wanted to show this place off to his friends for years but lacked the friends to do it with. But now that he had that, he couldn't wait to show them everything the place had to offer.

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