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It had been over a month. The texts from Dean started out gradually.

Hey

Read 3:25pm 06/03/19

Hey how've you been

Read 6:27am 06/07/19

Hey the carnival was fun, right?

Read 2:31am 06/15/19

Are you home?

Read 7:56pm 06/16/19

How about now?

Read 9:52pm 06/19/19

I'm coming over. Please talk to me

Read 10:38pm 06/19/19

Hey, i mustve missed you yesterday. Guess you were busy lol. You free this weekend?

Read 6:24am 06/20/19

I'm sorry

Read 1:59am 06/25/19

Jack please

I miss talking to you

Read 10:07am 07/01/19

Hey I tried coming by that awful painting place

Sorry, its not awful

Im really bad at apologies

They said you werent there so i guess it was just bad timing. Let me know when youre free

Read 2:54am 07/16/19

Are you still going to my reunion? They just called me to confirm

Read 12:32pm 07/21/19

I told them youre still coming btw. Better to have an extra seat than not, right? Lol yeah. If you don't wanna come thats fine but if so I'll meet you at the school tomorrow. Wear your usual

Read 11:19pm 07/26/19

Cas was shocked. He never in a million years expected Dean Winchester, of all people, to miss him.

He tried his best to ignore Dean. He did. But it became hard, seeing Dean work across the street daily. It seemed like he hadn't missed a single day. Was he really just taking off work for me?

Truth be told, Castiel had no idea what to think. He had no idea if he was justified in acting the way he did or not. His only friends were Charlie and Gabe - and Gabe was his brother. He was getting tired of Charlie asking him about Dean. And talking to Gabe every day, all the time, wore him out more than back to back classes.

He laid down in bed and sighed. His curtains were still open and he looked out at the sky. His bedside lamp cast an orange hue on the window. Cas looked through it, admiring the sky. He loved the way certain stars glowed brighter than others, how they aligned to form constellations, and every little thing about them.

Gabe often called him a dork, saying something about Cas being more obsessed with what's in the sky than what's on Earth. Which, apparently, is a bad thing. Apparently, he was more obsessed than Sam.

He leaned back over, laying on his back. He blindly reached up and shut his light off, staring up at the ceiling. The moonlight lit his room and he groaned. He threw his hands up on his face and dragged them down. What am I going to do?

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Needless to say, he didn't sleep. He tossed and turned all night thinking about what to do. He knew he should grow up and stop ignoring Dean. But, if he did, that meant keeping up the charade of his fake identity. Or, he could keep being the loser everybody thought he was and keep ignoring Dean. Or, his least favorite option, tell Dean the truth and see what Dean does with that information.

He knew none of the ideas were what he wanted; in reality, he just wanted to crawl in a ball and forget he ever met the dreamy eyed Alpha. He knew he couldn't though. As much as he willed himself to hate Dean for what he said, he couldn't. He couldn't because he wasn't wrong.

Castiel knew he was average. Average looking hair. Average hair color. Average hair style. Average eyes. Average face. Average everything. So, when he really thought about it, he couldn't blame Dean for insulting him. Dean was just telling what he and Cas believed to be the truth.

Cas's heat had kicked in the day after Cas left Dean's, waking him up. He spent the entire week embarrassingly getting off to the voice and face of his ex-best-friend. It got so bad, everybody had to leave the house. They were gagging from the smell.

He sat up on the side of his bed with a wince. His right hand flew to his abdomen where a bandage was. Gabe had gotten home past curfew last night and Cas ended up getting beat up pretty bad because of it.

He stood and put pajama pants on - he had a habit of not wearing them, chaffing from the cuts and burns on his thighs. He, also, slipped a shirt on. He made his way downstairs and was greeted by Anna. "Good morning," he greeted.

She jumped in her spot, shrieking in surprise. "Oh, Cas, it's just you. Why didn't you say something?"

Cas tilted his head. "You mean why did I not announce my presence?" He was a little sassier than he used to be, too.

She opened the fridge and rummaged around, finally pulling out the orange juice. She grabbed two glasses and poured the orange juice in them, putting one down on the table in front of Cas and one in front of her normal spot. He sat down and sipped on the drink.

She put the orange juice back in the fridge and sat down. She took a sip of hers and said, "Hey, Cas?"

"Hmm?" he hummed, looking up from his glass to his younger sister.

"Are you okay?" Cas was surprised.

He tilted his head. "Why would I not be?"

She played with her thumbs and avoided eye contact. "Well, you don't really talk much anymore. And that guy who keeps coming around asking about you, he seems really sad you stopped talking to him. He dropped off my Eevee you left at his place." Cas looked away after making eye contact. "Castiel, you can talk to me," she said.

He opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted when his brother, Raphael, walked into the room. "What, you guys aren't even going to have breakfast?" he joked. Cas stared straight at the table as Anna looked up from her seat at Raphael.

"I already ate," she said. He nodded in understanding. He grabbed a poptart from the pantry and retreated upstairs.

Cas continued to stare off at his hands wrapped around the glass. He realized the cut on his hand from him defending himself was showing. He discreetly put the hand under the table and drank the rest of the orange juice. He stood and put the glass in the sink.

He went back upstairs to lay in bed again. He laid there and closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. He still was no where closer to reaching his decision about the reunion.

Cas groaned as his phone buzzed. He rolled on his side to see Dean had texted him again.

Im sorry. Let me make it up to you tonight

Cas stared at it for a moment, contemplating.

Okay.

He got up from his bed to shower. He figured he would try and look the best he could for Dean. As terrified as he was, the time apart seemed to only amplify his crush.

He shed his clothes and peeled the bandage carefully from his skin. He knew it was going to hurt but it needed to be cleaned.

He turned the shower on and stepped inside, not giving any time for it to warm up. Immediately, he was freezing. But he didn't move. He stood there, staring at his feet as his body stung and the water turned a faint pink. Old scabs were removed by the water pressure, now light pink scars in their place.

He tilted his head backwards, wetting his hair. His shower was an overall amount of maybe twenty minutes but it felt like an eternity for Cas. He had to try and scrub all his imperfections away and spent majority of the time trying. The fresh cuts ached and burned with the soap but he bit his lip and let his eyes water.

After his shower, he immediately put scentblockers on and brushed his teeth. He shaved down to his normal stubble and put a new bandage on his stomach and shoulder. He was out of bandaids for his hand and made a mental note to buy more later. He left his bathroom and sat down on his bed.

He looked at the time. 9:34am. He slumped back on his bedsheets and sighed. He didn't want to admit it but he actually really liked Criminal Minds. He was already on season seven and had a huge man crush on Dr. Spencer Reid. Sometimes, Charlie would come over and watch it with him.

He sat up slowly, careful of his stomach, and slid against his headboard. He threw his covers over his legs and half his torso. Cas turned on Criminal Minds and that's what he did for the next six hours.

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After he finished that episode - making it now 3:50pm - he decided to get ready.

He went back in the bathroom and fluffed out his hair. Turns out, he liked his hair a lot more when it looked like he just rolled out of bed. He put a small amount of scentblockers on again, telling himself he can never have too much on.

Castiel left his bathroom to put on a pair of black boxer briefs, black dress socks, and an undershirt. That was all he had time to so before he heard a knock on his bedroom door. "Who is it?" Cas yelled.

"Your favorite brother!" Gabriel yelled back through the door.

Cas rolled his eyes. "Come in."

Cas opened his closet to pull out his old outfit. He took his dress pants off their hanger as Gabe spoke. "You're going?" he asked.

Gabe knew everything about Cas - well, almost everything. He thought he did. He knew his boyfriend's older brother had his reunion tonight and that Cas was invited. Dean had pleaded Gabe to talk to Cas for him and honestly, he felt bad. He hated Dean for what he said but he knew he was trying to change.

"Cas? Is everything okay?" Gabe asked.

Cas slipped the pants on and turned to face his brother. "Yes," is all he said.

"Just know he really does feel sorry for saying that. I'm here for you, Cassie." He walked over to his brother and gave him a hug. Cas hugged him back, squeezing a little tighter than normal.

"Thank you," he said after pulling away. Gabe patted him on the back causing him to wince.

"Sorry!" Gabe exclaimed and stepped away.

"It is okay, Gabe. No worries." Cas had already shrugged on a button down by the time he turned around to pull a blue tie out of his drawer. He unrolled it and proceeded to tie it around his neck.

"Cassie, I-" Gabe stopped.

"What is it?" he said, looking up from his tie to his brother.

A moment passed before he spoke. "Thank you. You know, for last night..."

Cas turned away from him. "It is not a problem. I would do the same any time."

Gabe was full of guilt but he knew he shouldn't pry. "Have fun tonight, okay? Feel free to come home whenever you want."

"Thank you," Cas said, slightly smiling. Gabe smiled at his brother, not having seen his smile in weeks. Gabe left the room and closed the door behind him.

Cas tightened the tie around his neck and slipped on the suit jacket. He put on his signature trenchcoat, too, and went back in his bathroom to look himself over. His fake bedhead looked a bit out of place with the event and he considered changing it. No, Dean said I need to stop caring what others think. He liked how his blue tie complimented his eyes, making them look brighter than normal.

He exited his bathroom and slipped on his black dress shoes. He walked down the steps but was stopped by the half wall by the front door. "Castiel!"

He halted in his tracks, his head hanging low. He put both feet together and turned around, refusing to look up. "Yes?"

"Where are you going?" the voice boomed.

"I am going out with a friend," Cas muttered.

"Friend?" they said. "You don't have any friends, Castiel."

"I-I do."

They stepped closer, within arm's reach of Cas. They laid a hand on Cas's shoulder, pressing down into the wound. He couldn't help but wince in pain. "Just a friend?"

"Yes," he said through gritted teeth.

They pressed harder into his wound and he cried out lightly. He was silently thanking God he bandaged that one because it was definitely bleeding. "When will you be home?"

"Tonight. I promise," he whined, pain shooting down his arm.

"Good," they said, releasing Cas. He let out a breath he didn't know he'd been holding and turned for the door. "I'll see you later, Castiel."

"You too, Raphael," Cas muttered, grabbing his keys and wallet off the side wall and leaving. He got in his car and just rested his head on top of the steering wheel. His shoulder and arm hurt now and he didn't even want to go anymore.

He put his car in reverse and backed out of the driveway. He drove to the school with an arm on the window and the other on top the steering wheel.

He was there within twenty minutes, traffic being worse than normal. He followed the lines in and parked in the lot. Nervous was an understatement. He didn't even know what he would say if he saw Dean. He put the car in reverse and turned to look behind him. I am blocked in, he thought. Now, he had no choice but to go inside.

He walked through the entrance up to the desk. It was a portable table with a cheap, red, dollar store table cloth and lion stickers on top. The two girls at the stand didn't even notice him walk up. "I am Dean Winchester's plus one," he blurted out. The two girls appeared surprised.

"Why would he bring you here?" the tall brunette said.

"I do not know," he admitted honestly.

The main chick glared her eyes in confusion and the second girl stepped forward. "Name?" she inquired.

"Jack Kline," he lied.

The main girl continued to make Cas uncomfortable as the second girl checked him off as here. "He's out on the football field right now, but if you go out these two doors here, you'll see the stadium."

"Thank you," he said, nodding his head.

"Hold on, you look familiar," the original girl said. Cas gulped in fear for being figured out. This was going to be very hard to hide.

"C'mon, Amara. Cut the poor boy a break," a voice said from behind him.

Cas turned to see who it was. The man was thin and lanky. He looked very tired and work down, hair disheveled. Cas would have considered him lost - if he didn't know the girl's name - based on the way he was dressed. He appeared slightly taller than Dean.

"The name's Garth," the man said. His hands were in the pockets of his green denim jacket.

"Jack," Cas said. He stood there awkwardly with his arms at his side, trenchcoat hanging off his body.

"Well, the party is outside. Let's go," Garth said. Cas turned around and followed the taller man out the doors. Stunned is an understatement.

Hundreds of people sat on the seats, lining the entire side of the stadium. Some guys stuck with just polos and khakis, others dressed like Garth, and some wearing prom getups. A few people looked over at Cas when he walked in and the murmuring started. He felt his cheeks grow hot as peoples' eyes fell on him.

"Dude, why is everybody looking at you?" Garth leaned down slightly to say in Cas's ear.

"I do believe everyone mistakes me for a famous person," he muttered. He was getting his lies in check but the more he told, the more confused he was.

"Pssshh, that's awesome. You sure look famous. Do you make as much as one?" Garth said, walking towards a few empty seats he saw in the front row.

Cas shrugged. "About five hundred thousand a month."

Garth had the same reaction as Dean. "Wow, that's a lot of dough."

"Dough?" Cas asked, tilting his head.

"Money."

There was silence and Garth looked away awkwardly saying, "Ooookay..."

"This past month, though, I made over a million. I would suppose it is because I was more active with my job, though." Cas shrugged and turned his attention towards the football field.

Garth was still shocked. "And you're Dean's plus one?" Cas nodded. "Where'd you meet him?"

"A house party," Cas answered immediately. Upon further thought, he blurted out, "Actually, it was at a bar."

Garth eyed him suspiciously. "Well, which one was it?"

"We met at The Roadhouse," Cas concluded.

Garth nodded. "Oh, that place has amazing French fries."

Cas looked around the stadium seats for Dean. "How did you and Dean meet?" He was just trying to make conversation.

"Automotive Service class, junior year. He was my seat partner," Garth stated proudly.

Cas eventually settled his eyes on the field, unsuccessful in his attempts to find Dean. Did he really invite me and not even show up?

"Oh, they're starting!" Garth exclaimed, patting Cas's arm to get his attention as he pointed towards the area of the field where all of the cheerleaders were. They were wearing their normal outfits - the ones Cas assumed they came in - and were shaking pompoms in each hand.

"Ladies and gentlemen, may we welcome back Class of 2014 Free State High School football players."

Only at this moment did Castiel realize the other stadium riser was full of other people. He felt stupid for not realizing them until now. They cheered loudly as the players jogged on the field, each wearing plain white shirts and a pair of dark green basketball shorts. They had a white belt around their waist with red flags attached. Their shirts looked just like the one under Cas's button down. They had normal sneakers on their feet.

"Star quarterback is Dick Roman. Star running back is Edgar Martinez. Star wide receiver is Chet Roberts." The other crowd cheered loudly as people on Cas's side booed.

Cas looked around again for Dean. He looked back to the field and slumped in his seat, getting more upset as he thought about it. Did he ditch me?

"Now welcoming Class of 2014 Lawrence High School football players!" The people surrounding Cas erupted into cheers, some even lifting posters into the air and blowing air horns. "Star quarterback is Dean Winchester. Star running back is Kevin Tran. Star wide receiver is Benny Lafitte."

The crowd got even louder as they ran out on field. They jogged out wearing the same attire except the shorts were red. They had the same flags around their waist except they were yellow. They stopped in the middle of the field, turning around to face their stadium.

Cas looked for Dean and when he found him, Cas turned almost as red as he was when Dean kissed him. Dean looked around, waving at everyone like the rest of his team. Garth was standing next to him, screaming with the rest of the people. Dean made eye contact with Cas and smiled widely. Cas blushed darker and Dean winked.

The girls behind Cas roared. "Oh, my God! Did you see that? Dean Winchester just winked at me!" one of the girls screamed.

The crowd died down and another girl spoke up, "No, he didn't! He winked at me!"

Cas lightly smiled as the girls bickered. A small part of him wanted to believe that Dean was winking at them but he decided against it. Dean looked back at Cas and mouthed something. Cas tilted his head, confused, and Dean dipped his head back as he laughed. "I'm sorry," Dean mouthed. Cas smiled and so did Dean.

"He wasn't winking at either of you guys," a guy said this time.

"Hey, you never know. I heard Lisa cheated on him. He's probably looking to get back together with me," girl number one exclaimed.

The second girl started next, "Or me. But, I heard from Amara he signed this total dork up as his plus one."

Cas's smile fell. Even after high school, people made fun of him. He wanted nothing more than to get up and leave but Garth leaned over and murmured in his ear, "Ignore them. They're just jealous we know him and they don't."

Cas went to respond but was cut off by the announcer coming back on. "This game will be shorter, broken into two quarters with a similar half time routine from five years ago. No tackling will be allowed but all other football rules apply. The loudest school wins!" The entire stadium erupted and Cas wished he brought earplugs.

"Free State alumni, make some noise!"

The other crowd screamed. It was loud, but Cas was confident the people around him would make him believe he was in a natural disaster from the ruckus.

"Lawrence High alumni, it's your turn!"

Cas stood and cheered, clapping his hands for the school. He didn't even go there but he really wanted to see Dean win. Dean made eye contact with Cas again as he cheered him on. Dean's smile grew wider as he waved to everyone else. Other people stomped their feet and used their air horns.

"Well, I think it's clear. Free State football team, you're kicking off to Lawrence High!" The other side of the stadium booed.

The game went about, Cas nearly having already gone deaf and his voice scratchy from the screaming. It was only flag football and he had no concept of who did what, but he was excited nonetheless.

The buzzer rang, signaling the end of the first half of the game. The football players ran into their respective locker rooms. Everyone except Dean. He ran up to the cheerleaders and one girl passed her pompoms off to Dean and walked away.

They stood there, silent, feet together and pompoms together. A very recognizable tune came on.

Carry on my wayward son

There'll be peace when you are done

Lay your weary head to rest

Don't you cry no more

They all brought their arms in the air and walked around in a formation, shaking their pompoms. They did a cheer, far too impressive for Castiel to even think about attempting. Granted, they had to simplify it - a lot of the cheerleaders weren't as flexible as they had been in high school - but it still seemed hard.

"Okeydokey. We're gonna take a five minute intermission and then get back to the game," the announcer said.

The crowd of Lawrence High alumni talked among themselves. "I'm gonna wait and see if Dean says something," one of the girls behind Cas cooed.

He hated being shy. He wanted nothing more than to scream at them "He's not yours to flirt with. He doesn't like you. I bet he doesn't even know your name" but he didn't. He sat there, quiet as he acted like he heard what Garth was saying. Plus, Dean wasn't his either.

All of the football players were on the field once again. Cas looked up from his lap when the groupies behind him started screaming. He made eye contact with Dean. Dean waved. So did Cas.

Dean put his attention back in the game and Cas's heart fluttered. His face reddened and he couldn't hear anything over the sound of his heart thumping against his chest.

Garth grabbed his arm and lifted him to his feet. They started cheering as the players started again.

The buzzer sounded loudly just as Dean ran through the end zone. Everyone cheered and Dean threw the football down on the field and screamed with joy. He normally wasn't supposed to catch the ball but Kevin had his flag ripped off him and Dean was the only player open to throw to. He took it all the way to the touchdown, beating Free State High by two points.

Everybody filed inside and Garth led Cas to his table. It was almost 5:50pm by the time the football players walked into the cafeteria. Cas watched as everyone came in. Dean was dressed in deep black dress pants, a light blue shirt underneath with a matching tie. His shoes were black. Oh, and a dark blue trenchcoat of his own. Of course, it was a different design, but it was enough to make Cas smile. He tried and that is what matters.

Dean approached, giving Garth a hug and patting his back twice before backing away. "Jack," Dean said, dipping his head formally in greeting.

Cas smiled slightly at the effort. "Hello, Dean." Dean went around Cas and pulled his seat out for him. He used his right hand to gesture towards the seat. Cas blushed and he sat down. Dean sat next to him and everybody else sat at the same time.

A few people were watching and whispering. Cas tried his hardest to ignore them but he couldn't help and look in his lap in embarrassment. Dean reached over to his right, lifting Cas's chin up to look at him. "Ignore them," he murmured. Cas nodded and sat up straight, taking a deep breath and exhaling.

The same woman from before - the rude one at the front desk, Amara - appeared at the front of the cafeteria. Everyone was silencing one another as she tried to speak. Nothing came out.

She tilted the microphone and messed with something on the handle. She tapped the mic and loud screeching noises exploded through the speakers. Everyone shied away from them in pain. "Sorry!" she apologized, causing her voice to have the same effect.

She pulled the microphone away from her mouth and continued.

"Hey, everyone! Welcome to your five year reunion! I hope you all had as great of a time as I did these last few years. Hopefully, you're ready to see all of your old high school friends! Maybe your old enemy turned hot, maybe your crush had a big secret he wanted to share," she paused for a moment, staring straight at Dean, "or maybe you were up to nothing new.

Now, I know you all are wondering, 'why so soon?' Well, honestly, I missed you guys! And I'm sure you guys missed each other too." She stopped to look around the room, expecting an agreement of some sort, but the room was silent. She cleared her throat awkwardly and continued. "Now, we're going to start with the classic. We asked everybody who attended our high school, upon entrance, to fill out a form on who they think deserves reunion King and Queen."

Amara stopped to motion to the second girl from earlier. She walked up with two envelopes and handed them to the brunette before scurrying away.

"The reunion King is..." she trailed off, "Dean Winchester!" Everyone clapped and Dean stood. He put his hand on Cas's shoulder and squeezed reassuringly. In reality, it made him whine in pain.

Dean was a few steps away when it registered and he turned around to check on Cas. Cas waved him off, mouthing, "Go."

Dean dipped his head down and mouthed, "Are you sure?" Cas nodded and Dean walked up to Amara. He turned around and flashed a small smile. He just wanted to get back to Cas and talk things through but this was in his way.

"Do you want to say a few things?" she said in the mic.

"Yeah, I do." He rolled his eyes and grabbed the microphone. He sighed, putting it up to his mouth an appropriate distance. "As most of you know, I'm Dean Winchester. And I fucking suck with words." Amara gave him a harsh look for his language but he continued. "My life may seem perfect. But, in reality, it's not." He shoved his right hand in his pocket and sighed again. "Does anybody remember me being gone for a long time in eighth grade?" A few people raised their hands in confirmation. "My dad died." The room erupted in awwhs. "Oh, no, it gets worse. You see, he was murdered. In front of me. And my brother? Stabbed at the same time.

My mom left when I was young, too, so I didn't go to her. No, me and Sammy went to my dad's best friend and his girlfriend. So feeling accepted here at school really made me feel at home.

Now, before you all get all douchebaggy and ask what my point of me saying this all, I want to ask you guys a serious question. And answer honestly, please. How many of you have bullied someone? Even unintentionally."

Everybody looked around and looked to see who raised their hand. Everyone had their hand up.

"You guys treated me so great, yet you all say you've bullied someone. And, yes, I am grateful for this. But I want you all to think about how those people felt. Think about those people you talked shit on behind their back.

I know everything anybody said about me came back to me, so how do you think those people felt?

I used to make fun of kids by pretending to be their friend. I mean, how pathetic is that? I was an asshole. I still am. But I had a realization lately."

Dean stopped to look at Cas and sigh.

"No matter how much bullshit you tell yourself that what you said was justified, majority of the time, it's not." He looked away from Cas to keep looking around the room. "I know, I'm probably boring you all with my shit, but it's important.

Everybody has feelings. Everybody has shit they go through. And yeah, people have their bad days. But don't use a bad day as an excuse to bully someone. Don't use your self-hatred to hurt the people you care about. I almost lost someone I care about a lot and I don't want the same to happen to any of you.

All people are capable of being evil. Don't let yourself be another demonic soul with no purpose. Keep in mind, all monsters are human."

Everyone was speechless. Nobody spoke or moved except Dean handing back the microphone. Garth stood, clapping loudly and yelling, "Wooo! Preach!!!"

Everyone else began to stand and clap as well. He got a standing ovation. He just looked at Cas and smiled.

Amara cleared her throat. "Thank you, Dean," she sneered, making Dean look back at her. "The reunion Queen is..." she trailed off, again, "Lisa Braeden."

Oh no, I think that is Dean's ex-fiancée. Everyone's face seemed to represent Cas's thoughts. They looked amongst themselves to look for her.

"Lisa?" Amara repeated. A murmur started in the quarter of the room as the cheerleaders pushed her up from her seat. Cas's eyes nearly buldged out of his skull when he saw her.

She was pregnant. Very pregnant.

The murmur continued as she waddled up front. Cas looked at Dean and felt his heart break.

Hiiii my sister SPNshipper159 told me to upload this here so i didddd

Chapter 18 will be out soon like definitely by the end of the week. This chapter is almost as long as the carnival so hooray!

I also realized i totally could wrap up the book by chapter 20 but i would kms if i did that so hooray to more random ideas! Dw, they still fit with the plotline. If you have any ideas tho, lmk!

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Edit: RIP to all the comments that were on the "She was pregnant. Very pregnant." line. I forgot to add a period so now that i did its getting rid of all the comments. RIP 10/10/19

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