When Jai joined Sana's school, things became better for Naina. Her first half of the day was spent in the office and she returned around the same time her children came back from school. After they freshened up and had food, she sat with them to help them with homework and studies. Twelve year old Sana was now in class sixth and Jai was going to class second. Naina could see the traits of Sameer in her son... he had a sharp mind but didn't want to put it to studies. But if she could make the father concentrate on books, the little boy who adored her also fell to her bribing ways more often than not.

"Agar aaj tumne yeh saare sentences bana liye toh mumma aur Jai ice cream khane jayenge." She placed the practice notebook in front of him.

"Bas hum dono?" Jai's eyes twinkled with the prospect of getting both his favourite things together.

"Hmm, papa aur Sana ke bina." She flicked up her brows.

Jai tilted his head to glance at his sister, who was submerged in her books, then turned to his mom, "Didi aur papa ke liye leke aa jayenge."

Naina smiled. However much he fought with Sana, she knew he loved his sister as much as he loved her... okay, maybe a little less, but Sana was a close second in Jai's list, for sure. With Sameer, he idolised his dad... but still scowled whenever he tried to be close to her. And that was one thing that earned him the last place in Jai's list of favourites. Still, father and son enjoyed together often, playing or talking in hushed tones that none of them revealed to her.

Naina could give a considerable amount of time to her writing after the study hours of kids. They played with Ramdhari, watched TV, and read books as well, a habit Naina had inculcated ever since they learnt to read. After Sameer returned, he played with them in the garden or some board games, letting Naina be on her own. The results were evident in the appreciation she had started getting for her stories. The producers no longer wanted a narration or a draft... they trusted her enough to know that she would give them the perfect tale of love that would bring an assurance of a superhit movie.

In all, Sameer and Naina had built a world of their dreams for themselves... achieving everything they ever wanted, and filling it with all the warmth and love they had craved for in their own early lives.

But there were some habits which refused to die.

Jai returned from school one day with muddy stains on his uniform, and a torn shirt pocket.

"Jai, yeh kya hua? Kahan chot lagi mere bete ko?" Naina panicked, kneeling in front of him to inspect his arms and legs.

There were some bruises on his knees and a small cut on the arm. But his frown showed that more than his wounds, it was anger that was making him restless.

"Gir gaye kya? Ya jhagda kiya?" Naina asked worriedly, taking the first aid box from side cabinet to clean his wounds.

Sana put aside her bag, complaining in a mild voice, "Mumma, pata nahi Jai ko kya hua. Isne Sourav ko pehle dhakka maara fir usse kick karne laga. Woh toh maine rok liya Sourav ko warna woh ek chote se ladke se thodi maar khata."

She turned to Jai, "Tum aage se mere friends ke saath ladai mat karna. Aaj Sourav ne meri baat maan li lekin next time nahi manega toh tumhe chot lagegi na... kitna bada hai woh tumse."

Naina narrowed her eyes at her son, "Tumne didi ke friends se kyon jhagda kiya?"

Dropping the corner of his lips, Jai gave a subdued look to his mom, "Maine nai kiya... galti se ho gaya."

Naina raised her brows, "Galti se dhakka lag sakta hai, Jai lekin tumne kick bhi kiya na? Kyon? Mumma ne bola hai na good boys fight nahi karte... fir tumne Sourav ko kyon maara?"

He tried to play the innocent card but Naina didn't relent, looking at him sternly till he twisted his mouth to the side in resignation and muttered in a low voice, "Woh dirty boy hai... didi ki choti kheech raha tha."

Sana placed her hands on her waist, tilting her head to the side, "Tumhe kisne kaha woh dirty boy hai, woh mera friend hai."

"Nai, woh dirty hai. Maine dekha usne aapki pony kheenchi thi." Jai retorted angrily.

Naina looked at Sana, "Woh tumhe tang kar raha tha kya?"

Sana pouted, "Nahi mumma, hum sab toh masti kar rahe the. Aap Harsh se puchna, woh bhi saath tha. Sourav kabhi kabhi halke se pony kheech deta hai lekin woh toh Harsh bhi kheechta hai."

Naina glared back at her son.

If there was one thing that scared Jai, it was his mom's anger.... he was petrified of not getting his share of love from her.

Lowering his eyes, he said slowly, "Papa ne kaa tha didi ka khyal rakhna."

Sana rolled her eyes, "Main tumse badi hun, Jai... khyal main rakhungi tumhara."

Naina could fathom what Sameer meant. She made up her mind to talk to him later... the issue had to have a solution.

For now, she held Jai's shoulders, looking into his eyes, "Papa ne kaha woh yaad hai aur mumma ne kaha tha fighting nahi karoge woh bhool gaye?"

Realizing that he was in a tight situation, Jai grabbed his stomach, "Mumma, bhot bhook lagi hai."

Though she knew it was his way of diverting her attention, she was also aware that her son's appetite was like his father's.

"Tum dono naha ke aao main khana lagati hun." She stood up, dusting her hands.

Jai was his normal happy self while having food, glad that his mom had forgotten about the fight. But she hadn't. Naina mentioned it to Sameer in the evening. He narrowed his eyes when she told him the reason for Jai's behaviour.

"Sana ne Sourav ko apna dost kyon banaya hai agar woh uski pony kheenchta hai?" He wasn't much different from his son.

"Offo Sameer, hum yahan Jai ki baat kar rahe hain. Aur dekho, tum ab Sana ke liye yeh bandishe nahi rakhoge ki woh kisse dosti karegi kisse nahi. Yeh hamara waqt nahi hai jab ladke ladkiyan ek doosre se baat nahi karte the. Usse apne tareeke se apne dost chunne do." Naina could read his mind as well.

Sameer smiled quickly, "Nahi jaan, main aisa kyon karunga. Sana ke doston se mujhe koi problem nahi hai bas koi usse pareshaan na kare. Shayad Jai ko bhi aisa hi laga isliye usne jhagda kiya. Lekin tum chinta mat karo, main usse puchunga."

"Jai ne bata diya mujhe ki usne kyon maara Sourav ko." She said in a quiet voice.

Sameer gulped.

Naina let out an exasperated sigh, "Sameer, yeh galat hai. Main apni beti ko har tarah se mazboot banana chahti hun. Usse har faisla lene ka haq dena isliye zaroori hai jisse woh khud sahi galat mein farq kar sake. Lekin saath mein usse iss kaabil bhi hona hai ki galat ke khilaaf khud awaaz uthaye aur lad sake... usse kisi aur ki zaroorat na pade khud ke liye ladne ko."

Sameer quickly held her hands, shaking his head, "Nahi Naina, maine isliye Jai se nahi bola tha. Maine toh bas aise hi keh diya tha ki didi ka khyal rakhna. Ab Sana ke liye mujhe itni fiqr hoti hai toh kya karun, bolo... woh itni pyari aur masoom hai, tumhari tarah. Uske papa ko uski chinta nahi karni chahiye kya?"

Her gaze softened, seeing his earnestness, "Karni chahiye, par usse aisa na lage ki hum usse apne hisaab se rehne ka haq sirf isliye nahi de rahe kyonki woh ek ladki hai."

Sameer pursed his lips, "Main apni beti ko kisi tarah ki takleef uthate hue nahi dekh sakta, Naina. Main jaanta hun usse kamzor nahi banana hai lekin iss baat ko hum kaise nazarandaaz kar sakte hain ki woh ek ladki hai... tumhe toh achhe se maloom hai log kaise hote hain. Sana ko agar kisi ne kabhi choti si takleef bhi dene ki koshish kari toh main kuch bhi kar sakta hun."

Naina had no doubt about that... she had seen enough instances in her life where Sameer had punished the person who showed even a remote interest in her. But she didn't want him to go out and do the same for Sana. Though as parents, they would always be protective for their children, she wanted Sana to be capable and confident enough to handle such situations.

She took a deep breath, looking intently at Sameer, "Maine socha hai Sana ko hum karate classes join karwayenge. Woh khud bhi jaana chahti hai."

Sameer widened his eyes, "Karate? Nahi Naina, usse chot lag sakti hai... pata hai wahan kitni zor se utha ke gira dete hain? Sana itni choti si hai, woh yeh sab kaise jhel payegi. Usse lag jayegi, Naina, yeh sab karne ki koi zaroorat nahi hai usse."

"Sameer, thande dimaag se socho. Sana abhi agar nazuk hai toh humein usse mazboot banana chahiye na... jisse kal ko uski zindagi mein koi Neeraj aaye toh woh khud jawab de sake, apni mumma ki tarah kamzor na pad jaye. Agar tum uss din nahi aate toh..." Her eyes pooled up at the distant memory.

He cupped her face, his voice turning soft, "Tum akele bhi kamzor nahi thi, jaan. Woh thappad iss baat ka saboot tha jo tumne usse maara. Mujhe yakeen hai tum usse jawaab de sakti thi... bhale hi tumhari aankhon mein darr tha lekin tum haar maane walon mein se kabhi nahi thi. Aur main kaise na aata... meri jaan ko koi haath lagana toh door, dekh bhi nahi sakta."

She smiled through misty eyes, "Tab thodi tumhari jaan thi... tum toh khud meri taraf nahi dekh rahe the."

His eyes brimmed with the love that surged through him at the thought of college days, "Jaan toh tum bohot pehle se thi. Aur uss din tumhe dekh ke dil kar raha tha apni baahon mein chupa lun, uss dress mein, khule baal aur red lipstick ke saath tumne mera aisa haal kar diya tha ki main bhool hi gaya kya gaana gaane wale tha aur doosra gaa diya."

Her smile turned mischievous, "Gaana toh thoda devdas type hi gaaya tha... agar impress karna tha toh koi pyar wala gaate na."

His eyes turned dark, "Main agar woh gaata jo hamesha tumhe dekh ke mann mein aata tha toh tumhare hothon se zyada tum laal ho jaati."

"Achha, aisa kaunsa gaana aata tha tumhare mann mein?" She was curious, because till that time he had never shown any inclination towards her.

"School ke time se tum mere liye muskurati thi, mera intezar karti thi, meri taraf dekh ke sharma jaati thi... tab tumhare gaalon ka woh rang mujhe bohot achha lagta tha jo main chup chup ke dekh leta tha... aur uss din wohi rang tumhare hothon pe tha... toh dil kiya tumse puch lun

Mere rang mein rangne wali
pari ho ya pariyon ki raani
ya ho meri prem kahani
mere sawaalon kaaaaa
jawaab dooo
Do naaaa....

The colour spread on her face before his song got over, "Yeh gaana toh tumne bohot baar sunaya hai."

He grazed her cheek with the back of her hand, "Yeh gaana bana hi tumhare liye hai... isliye mujhe yehi yaad aata hai tumhe dekh ke. Lekin yeh sach hai, Naina. Tum woh pari ho jisne mujhe bilkul badal diya... woh bhi mere hi rang mein rang ke."

Before she could reply, her arm was tugged hard, making her look to the side with a jerk.

"Mumma, idhar shift ho na... mujhe yahan baithna hai." Jai pulled her towards the edge of the sofa, trying to nudge his way between them.

Sameer held her other arm, giving Jai a challenging look, "Naina yahin baithegi mere paas... tumko mumma ke paas baithna hai toh uss side baitho."

"Nai mujhe aap dono ke paas baithna hai." He continued to pull her arm.

"Toh aao, meri goud mein baitho." Sameer patted his leg.

Jai frowned at him, "Main baby nai hun jo goud mein baithunga."

A smile erupted on Sameer's face, and he pulled Jai with his other arm, making him sit in his lap, "Baby nahi ho toh saara time mumma mumma kyon karte ho? Aise toh chote bachhe hi karte hain na!"

Jai struggled to move to Naina's lap, and managed to settle between them, forcing Sameer to shift a little.

Giving a triumphant smile, he looked up at his dad, "Meri mumma hain."

Sameer narrowed his eyes for a moment, and swiftly leaned to place a quick kiss on Naina's cheek. Jai stood up on the couch between them, his arms around Naina's neck possesively and planted two kisses on her other cheek.

"Achha, toh main four dunga." Sameer leaned again, after giving him a menacing look.

Naina placed a hand on his chest, stopping him, "Tum dono ek din mujhe pagal kar doge. Nahi chahiye mujhe kisi ki bhi kissi."

Untangling Jai's arms from around her neck, she got up and walked away, leaving the father and son gape at her with open mouth.

"Dekha, tumhari wajah se mumma gussa ho gayi." Sameer pouted at Jai.

"Maine nai aapne gussa karaya mumma ko." Jai gave him an accusing look.

"Main toh aaram se apni biwi se baat kar raha tha... tumne beech mein aake tang kiya." Sameer grabbed him before he could run away.

"Papaaa, chodo mujhe, mujhe mumma ke paas jaana hai." Jai whined, twisting his body to free himself.

"Mumma ke bachhe, pehle yeh batao aaj ladai kyon ki school mein?" Sameer queried.

"Ladai thodi ki thi, woh toh galti se ek boy ko dhakka lag gaya tha." He continued to wriggle.

Sameer picked him up and placed him on one leg, "Jhoot. Jaldi batao kya hua tha."

Jai pursed his lips, his eyes flashing with anger, "Woh Sourav hai na, usne didi ki pony kheenchi... maine usko zor se maara. Fir se karega toh aur zor se marunga."

"Oye chotu, apne se bade ladkon ke saath maar pitai karoge toh pit ke aaoge." Sameer ruffled his hair.

Jai gave him an astonished look, "Aapne hi toh kaha tha didi ka dhyan rakhna. Pehle mumma ne gussa kiya ab aap kar rahe ho."

Sameer pinched his cheek, smiling, "Buddhu, aise saamne se jaake jhagda karoge toh mumma ki daant tumhare saath saath mujhe bhi padegi."

"Toh kaise jhagda karte hain? Peeche se kick maarni thi?" Jai asked innocently.

Sameer laughed, shaking his head, "Didi ke saath karate seekhne jaoge?"

The little boy's eyes twinkled in excitement, "Karate? Fir main film ke hero jaise fighting seekh jaunga?"

Sameer flicked up his brows, "Woh bhi seekh jaoge aur strong bhi ban jaoge."

Jai was thrilled with the idea, but suddenly his face was sullen, "Lekin mumma nai manengi... unko fighting nahi pasand... main nahi jaunga karate seekhne... mumma ko gussa nahi karana mujhe... pehle hi aapki wajah se woh gussa hoke gayi hain."

"Kitna drama karte ho, yaar. Meri wajah se nahi tumhari wajah se gussa hui hain." Sameer pinched his nose.

"Chodo mujhe, main mumma ko manane jaunga." Jai pushed at him, trying to free himself.

Sameer tightened his arm, "Dono chalte hain na, pyar se manayenge toh pakka maan jayengi."

"Nai, aap fir se kissi karoge. Meri mumma hain." Jai frowned.

Sameer furrowed his brows, then his eyes lit up, "Achha agar maine Naina ko karate class ke liye manaa liya toh kissi kar sakta hun na?"

Jai was relaxed, sure that his mom would never agree, "Woh nai manengi."

"Agar manaya toh? Chalo deal, maan gayi toh tum ek hafte tak mujhe meri biwi ke paas baithne se ya kissi karne se nahi rokoge." Sameer gave him solemn look.

Jai beamed at the prospect of having one full week of his dad keeping away from his mom, "Okay. Lekin aap apna promise yaad rakhna."

Nodding, Sameer stood up, letting Jai free.

He ran to the room, knowing Naina would be preparing their school uniforms for the next day. Sameer followed him with a smug look.

"Mumma!" With an angelic smile, Jai uttered softly.

Naina looked back at both her boys... and turned her face without a smile. Jai glared at Sameer, pointing an accusing finger at him and flicking his head to indicate that she was very angry.

"Umm, Naina, tum baat nahi karogi kya humse?" Sameer stealthily moved ahead, speaking in a honeyed voice.

"Sameer, mujhe pareshan mat karo. Tum dono jaise ladte ho na, mujhe bohot gussa aata hai. Kabhi mujhe ya Sana ko dekha hai aise karte hue?" She turned, placing her hands on waist, giving them a severe look.

He gaze slipped down to the enhanced curve of her waist, and his fingers twitched to trace it.

"Sorry mumma." Jai's voice made them turn to him but not before Sameer noticed the streak of colour creeping on her face, and he knew she was aware of what he was thinking.

"No... no sorry. Roz bolte ho aur roz aise hi ladte ho." She swallowed, her hands falling back straight as she kept her eyes fixed on her son.

Sameer winked at Jai, and both of them held one ear, looking at her with innocent expression. She could not hold back her smile, seeing the exact same expressions and mischievous eyes of both father and son.

"Pehle galti karo fir sorry bolo, fir galti karo fir aa jaana aise hi kaan pakad ke... lekin aage se nahi manungi main." She swayed her head slightly, her voice too soft to show any displeasure.

"Achha baba, aage se nahi ladenge. Ab tum ek baat batao..." Sameer took two strides to go near her and held her shoulders.

Jai came running, and pulled at his elbow, "Wahin khade hoke pucho na."

Naina rolled her eyes, "Abhi kis baat ke liye sorry kaha, Jai?"

Leaving his dad's arm, he quickly held his ear again, though his lips remained pressed in a thin line.

Taking advantage of the situation, Sameer quickly said, "Naina, main soch raha tha kyon na woh karate classes shuru karwa dein?"

Her eyes rounded, "Karate classes? Lekin tum toh..."

He didn't let her finish, "Haan, main bhi nahi chahta waise toh... yeh sab ladai jhagda... lekin karate toh self defence hai na... usse seekhne mein koi burai nahi hai."

Naina was pleasantly surprised. She had been prepared to pester for another few days before he finally gave in to let Sana join the classes but he left her astounded by agreeing so fast.

"Woh toh hai. Hum kal hi school jaake baat karte hain." She gave a wide smile.

Totally shocked, Jai stared at his mom for a few minutes. Not even once did she flinch, or say that he was too small. His eyes turned to Sameer, who was smiling at him with a victorious grin.

"Haan, hum kal hi school chalte hain. Lekin abhi dinner kar lein? Bohot bhook lagi hai." Sameer looped an arm around her shoulder.

Naina gave him a weary look, but he blinked at her in assurance. Her gaze turned to Jai. To her surprise, his expression showed his indignation, but he simply turned and walked out, without trying to pull Sameer away from her. She exhaled in relief, satisfied that her anger had made him understand. Running his fingers through his hair, Sameer winked at her when she looked back at him.

At the dinner table, Naina insisted that both children finish their salad, emphasising the importance of raw vegetables, "Tum dono ko strong banne ke liye yeh sab khana chahiye. Aur Sana, ab tum kal se karate classes join karogi toh healthy khana aur bhi zaroori hai."

The spoon fell from Jai's hands, making everyone look at him.

Sameer tried to keep a sombre face as the little boy looked at him, "Karate classes sirf didi jaa rahi hai?"

Naina gave him a perplexed look, "Haan. Ismein itna hairan kyon ho rahe ho? Abhi tumhare saamne hi toh papa ne kaha tha."

"Aaan, papa ne cheating ki hai... main aapki baat nahi manunga papa... aapne toh bola tha..." Jai almost blurted out their deal as he whined looking at Sameer.

"Kya bola tha?" Naina gave a suspicious look to both of them.

"Woh... woh maine bola tha... ki... ki Sana ke liye kitna zaroori hai karate seekhna... jisse woh Jai ka khyal rakh sake aur koi isse maare toh bacha sake." Sameer gave a sheepish smile to Naina, waving at Jai from under the table.

She was sure there was much more going on between them, but kept quiet for now.

After dinner, Sameer slipped his arm around Naina's waist as they all sat watching TV. Jai again climbed the sofa stealthily, trying to sneak in between them.

"Oye, tumne kya bola tha. Ek week tak mujhe tang nahi karoge." Sameer hissed at him, lowering his head as Naina was engrossed in the song on TV.

"Lekin woh meri classes ke liye tha, didi ki nai. Mumma ne mere liye yes thodi kaha hai." Jai whispered back.

"Maine kab kaha tha ki main tumhare liye baat karunga? Maine toh bas classes bola tha... uske liye maine manaa liya Naina ko... toh ab tum ek week tak beech mein mat ghuso." Sameer tried to pick him up and put him on his other side.

"Nai, aapne cheating ki hai. Main nahi maanta yeh deal. Mumma ke paas main hi baithunga. Meri mumma hain." Jai wrapped his arms around Naina's waist.

Sameer tickled Jai, making him fall back on himself, and lifted his small frame to make him sit in his lap. Naina smiled at the fun the two seemed to be having, contended at the prevailing peace.

"Aap abhi mumma se baat karo nai toh main bata dunga ki aapne kaise mujhe jhooth jhooth bola." Jai whispered in Sameer's ear.

"No. Abhi toh maani hain fir se gussa ho gayi toh? Baad mein karunga." Sameer chided him.

Jai slipped out of his hold and jumped in Naina's lap. She straightened, and held him lovingly, weaving her fingers through his hair while her eyes remained on TV.

Jai waved his thumb at Sameer discreetly, dancing his brows.

Sameer pressed his lower lip, giving him a grave look, then a sly smile spread on his face, "Haan Naina, tum theek keh rahi thi. Jai abhi bohot chota hai... bilkul baby hai."

Naina gave him a puzzled look while Jai fumed, "Main baby naiiiiii hun."

Sameer crossed his arms, leaning back on the sofa, "Baby hi toh ho, dekho kaise mumma ki goud mein chadh ke baithe ho. Itne se bachhe ko koi kaise bhejega karate class mein? Mumma toh kabhi nahi bhejengi."

Confusion spread on Jai's face as he pondered over his father's words. To Naina's dismay, he slowly slipped away from her lap and sat on the empty chair beside his sister.

"Ab main didi jitta bada ho gaya na? Ab bolo." He dipped his head to the side, his small legs dangling in air as they didn't reach the floor.

"Kya bolna hai?" Naina looked at them simultaneously.

"Aree kuch nahi, woh bas aise hi hum kuch baat kar rahe the... tum TV dekho." Sameer shifted closer to her, putting one arm around her shoulder.

Jai wrinkled his nose, but didn't get up.

Later, in their room, Naina stalled Sameer when he tried to pull her into his arms, "Kya deal ki hai tumne Jai se?"

"Deal? Kaisi deal? Jai se kyon karunga? Naina, kya bol rahi ho tum?" He tried to act surprised.

She pursed her lips, crossing her arms.

He twisted his lips, "Achha ab aise mat dekho. Woh bas main Jai ko karate classes ke baare mein bata raha tha toh usne kaha..."

Sameer narrated the entire conversation truthfully, aware of the fact that she would instantly know if he lied.

Naina rolled her eyes at the end, "Sach kehta hai Jai, cheating ki hai tumne."

Pulling her in his arms, he tucked an errant strand of hair behind her hair, "Tumhare paas rehne ke liye jo bhi kiya woh sirf mera pyar hai... koi cheating nahi."

Comforted by his warmth, she smiled, "Lekin jhooth bola na apne bete se."

"Toh tum usse sach bana do... haan bol ke." He traced her hairline.

"Jai toh abhi..." She started, but stopped when his finger landed over her lips.

"Naina, kuch nahi hoga. Dono bachhon ko jaane do classes mein... jitni umr hoti hai ussi hisaab se sikhate hai. Aaj tumne jo Sana ke liye kaha woh bilkul sahi tha. Jab maine socha toh laga ki haan, har ladki ko itna mazboot hona chahiye ki usse apni suraksha ke liye kisi aur ki zaroorat na pade. Lekin har ladke ko bhi itna kaabil hona chahiye ki kisi ladki ke saath galat hote hue dekhe toh usse bachaa sake... fir chahe woh uski behen ho, maa ho, dost ho ya koi anjaan ladki. Main Sana ya tumhari hi nahi, Jai ko har ladki ki utni hi hifazat karte hue dekhna chahta hun. Iske liye usse khud pe bharosa hona chahiye. Jai ki energy agar hum sahi jagah lagayenge toh woh kuch achha seekhega bhi aur kuch bura karne se bachega bhi. Ab bolo, kal chalein na dono ke liye?"

Her eyes turned misty at his words, "Tumhe pata hai tum kitne pyare ho?"

His eyes glinted, "Umm, pata toh hai par tum fir se bata sakti ho."

However, he didn't give her a chance to tell... as his lips took her for a deep, probing kiss, which didn't take long to turn into a heated one.

pahul_gpk I cannot explain in words how I felt at the beautiful surprise that you brought out for me. Something like this was totally unexpected and incredible. I was left so shocked that it took a whole day for the feeling to sink in. Till now, I haven't been able to get back to everyone who sent those heart warming messages for me... but I will. It was overwhelming to read everyone's touching words... I could feel their emotional attachment to the story... and I cried buckets. But they were happy tears.

Thank you _yesha_jain_for such a breathtaking cover. Thank you everyone who have sent those messages and thanks to all those who harbour the same feelings but couldn't write them in so many words.
I love you all for the love you showered on me.

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