This picture of Michael just screams 'boyfriend!' so I had to put it in 🥺🤭

Chapter Fifty Six

CYNTHIA

The movie was interesting.

And Michael held my hand all through.

It got to a point where some couples began to make out in the theatre making it quite uncomfortable for both me and him but thankfully, Michael didn't pay attention to them thereby making it easy for me to ignore them too.

Or maybe he was just good at pretending he wasn't looking at them.

"Did you enjoy the movie?" Michael asks as we walk into the open air, hand in hand.

I glance at our joined hands again, realising that I can really get used to this. And then the imagination plays in my head, both of us strolling leisurely across a street. Holding hands, my head on his shoulder-

"You didn't respond."

I look up at him, wondering what he's talking about.

"I asked if you enjoyed the movie." He repeats.

"Oh, I did." And then I giggle, remembering a scene from the movie where the guy realised the girls he thought he was playing were actually playing him. "Nollywood can be chaotic."

"You're telling me." He replies with a chuckle and then we are both laughing.

He glances at his watch and sighs, "The movie was a hour and forty five minutes long. So we have a little over one hour left to spend."

"That's still enough time." I shrug, "Should we eat something?"

"Yeah, we should." He replies, but after taking few more steps, he stops and looks around.

"There are really lots of choices. Chinese, Nigerian, Pizza-

"I vote pizza." I interrupt and he nods his head, smiling.

"No problem."

We head towards the Domino's pizza in the mall and step into the air conditioned space. They are also quite a number of people on the restaurant.

I never knew the mall is usually this busy at this time on a weekday.

"You can order whatever you like. Let me quickly use the restroom." Michael says and excuses himself, leaving me just a few steps from the entrance.

I look around for a table that is near a window so we get to see what's happening outside too and I find one with two seats, just perfect for the two of us.

I head towards it and take a seat, then I hang my bag on the chair and pick up the pamphlet on the table that indicates the different types of pizza they serve.

I haven't had pizza in a while now and wow, they have added lots of impressive toppings to their menu. They all look so delicious that I don't know which one to choose.

I'm just going to leave the choosing to Michael. He should be back soon.

I'm still staring at the lists of pizzas when the shadow of someone falls on the pamphlet in my hand. I glance up at the person and find a guy standing in front of me, looking rather sheepish.

And he doesn't look familiar.

When it seems like he doesn't have anything to say, I break the silence.

"Can I help you?"

He scratches the back of his head, a bit nervously and then glances backwards. I look at the direction he just glanced at and find a couple of guys seated and giving him encouraging smiles.

"The thing is I noticed you alone by the door a while ago and then I also saw that you are sitting alone by yourself. So I was wondering if you would like some company."

Did he not see me come in with Michael? Or did he just decide to ignore that part?

"Well, actually-

"She isn't alone."

I hear Michael's voice before I can see him and he sounds pissed. He takes the seat in front of me, reaching for my arm and intertwining it with his.

He turns towards the guy with a tight smile, "She's with me."

The guy shrugs and walks off without saying another word. I try to stifle a laughter at the annoyed look on Michael's face but it isn't working so I give in and just burst out laughing.

"What's funny?" He raises an eyebrow, still looking very annoyed.

My laughter stops and I'm grinning, "I don't know. It's just I've never seen this look on your face. For a moment there, I actually thought you were going to beat up the guy."

He rolls his eyes but says nothing. He then picks the flier I was checking earlier and glances through it.

"Let's have the beef suya pizza."

I shrug, "As long as it tastes good."

"Let me order it for us then." He replies as he stands and heads for the counter. Within few minutes, he is returning with a large box of pizza and a big Five Alive Pulpy Orange. He also has some paper cups with him.

I eye the box of pizza as he places it in the middle of the table.

"Can the both of us finish that?"

"We should be able to." He replies, smiling. At least, he's far more relaxed now and his anger is gone. He opens the pulpy orange and pours some of it into one of the cup and places it in front of me.

"You should wash your hands." He looks at me as he sits in front of me. "Or don't tell me you were planning to eat the pizza with cutlery."

It did cross my mind. But there's no way I'm telling him that.

He must have known though because his lips twitches as he tries to hide a smile while I quickly excuse myself.

By the time I return, he's almost done eating a slice.

I take a slice for myself and take a bite tentatively, not sure how this beef suya pizza is supposed to taste.

I let out a moan in appreciation as soon as it melts in my mouth, "Wow, this tastes amazing."

He smiles, nodding in agreement. "It does."

We eat in comfortable silence, making eye contact and smiling. I want to know what he's thinking and I have questions to ask him.

What he had told me on that day when Wole's team was having a match with my team still bothers me.

Does he still not believe in love? Or has his stance against it changed?

He did promise to explain things to me during his date with me and this is the perfect time to do so but he's not saying anything.

When I'm done with the slice of pizza in my hand, I take a sip from my juice and look at him. I find him staring at me and he must have noticed that I have something to say.

"Michael, I want to ask you something."

He nods and drops the slice of pizza he is eating inside the box. That's the fifth one he is eating and I just finished my third one.

"I actually have things to tell you too. I wanted us to finish eating before I did."

"We can just continue eating when we are done talking." I tell him but he looks doubtful, like food might be the last thing on my mind when we are done.

That's when it crosses my mind for the first time that I might be left feeling upset by the end of this conversation.

"What's your question?"

I lick my lips nervously, my stomach suddenly feeling unsettled. What if his answer hasn't changed and he still doesn't believe in love?

"What exactly do you have against love?"

He recoils back into his chair, an uncertain look on his face like he was not expecting that question.

I mentally scold myself for sounding so accusing. I didn't mean for it to come out that way and I could have phrased that question in better ways.

"You don't have to answer." I quickly add, wanting him to know that it really isn't a must for him to reply.

He smiles and shakes his head, "It's okay." He then sighs and stares at me intently, "To be honest, I don't like what love does to people. Things that happen to people in the name of love and the consequences."

"Can you elaborate further? I don't get you."

He nods, "I'm going to use myself and my friends as examples."

"Alright."

"Let me start with Femi. You know he lives with his grandmother now, right?"

Do I? I think he mentioned her once or twice in my presence but I don't really know if he lives with her.

"Not really." I respond.

"Well, he does lives with his grandmother and do you know why?"

I shake my head in response although I can already guess the answer. His parents probably got separated or died like in Peter's case.

"His parents got a divorce." He tells me, confirming what I had already suspected.
"But do you know all these wouldn't have happened if his father and mother hadn't decided they were in love?"

"They probably didn't decide they were in love, Michael. You don't get to decide that. It just happens."

He smiles and nods his agreement, "Alright then, they fell in love." I can hear the bit of sarcasm in his voice but I ignore it. "They got married and had Femi. Then after five years, they decided everything was a waste of time and put an end to it. And so just like they had been in love, they fell out of love and who bore the brunt?"

"Femi." I reply quietly and he smiles. Only the smile doesn't look exactly genuine.

"Correct. Femi had to suffer for his parents' stupidity. The stupidity they called love." He finishes and I keep mute, not knowing what to say to what he just said.

"Oh, if that isn't enough reason, there's still Wole." He starts again and I give him a questioning look.

What about Wole?

"Do you know Wole had a girlfriend once? One he was totally in 'love' with?" He asks with his fingers forming air quotes when he says the word 'love'.

"Yeah, he told me."

"Oh, I'm surprised he did because he still gets affected by the mere mention of her name. They both claimed to be in love with each other and they made it very obvious. At least, Wole did. We weren't friends then but it was clear for all to see that the both of them were in love." He chuckles.

"But you know what happened?" He asks, still grinning but I can't reply. "She killed herself. She committed suicide and till now, he doesn't know why." He comments like it's a ridiculous thing.

"They were in a relationship for crying out loud! They loved each other! But she couldn't tell him what was bothering her and yet they were in love. And what happened to Wole after she killed herself?" He asks with a fake smile.

I blink twice before trying to come up with an answer, "He- I-

"He became lost. Like a puppy without its owner." He continues, not waiting for my answer. "He was almost close to committing suicide himself and why is that?"

"Because he was in love." He concludes bitterly, before I can respond and I'm left speechless.

I never knew he has so much resentment towards love this way. When I asked that question, this wasn't what I was expecting him to say.

"And how about his parents?" He continues again. "Yeah, I mean Wole's parents." He adds at the confused look on my face. "They were also in love, they exchanged vows in a church, said all those thing about death doing them apart but you know what happened?" He asks and I shake my head.

"He cheated on her and they weren't even married for a year. He got another woman pregnant while claiming to be in love with Wole's mum. And do you know the funniest thing?" He asks with laughter, like he's emphasizing the fact that it's actually really funny.

But the statement he ends up uttering is far - very far from being funny.

"Wole's mum was also pregnant."

My mouth falls open at his statement. And at that moment, I can't help wondering how Wole's dad can be so cruel. Impregnating his wife and someone else at the same time.

"Can you believe that?" He asks like he can't quite believe it himself and I quickly close my mouth. "Why sleep with another woman when you are supposedly married to the woman you love?!" He asks, like he is thinking out loud.

I try to say something, "But-

"Do you want to know why?" He continues like I haven't spoken and I nod.

"It's because everything is a lie. Love someone till death do you apart?" He scoffs, "It's all bullshit!"

"But they are some relationships that aren't like that. Just because it happened to some people doesn't mean it's happening to everyone." I finally get to say.

"You think?"

"Yeah." I reply firmly and he chuckles.

"Let me tell you about myself." He smiles and I look at him confusingly.

"We were talking about-

"Just listen." He interrupts and I nod, keeping quiet. "I was born to a wealthy and loving parents. My father and my mother loved each other a lot and I can still remember the look of love they exchanged and the sweet compliments they told each other."

"That's nice."

"Yeah, it was but they had a problem."

"What's that?" I ask quietly, suddenly dreading what he's about to say next.

"My mum couldn't have another child."

"But you said you had a younger sister." I say, remembering what he had told me the day we had met Tayo in that neighbourhood.

"Because she finally got pregnant when I was seven years old but it was a risky one. One that could take her life." He continues, sounding sad. A look of longing in his eyes, like he's remembering her.

"She was advised to abort it but she refused and we all thought it was going good. The first six months went by with no problem and then the seventh month came."

"She went into an early labour, didn't she?" I ask.

"Yeah, she did and she was in so much pain. My dad panicked a lot and rushed her to the hospital. He even got into an accident."

"Oh My God! Hope no one got hurt?"

"Yeah, but another car was involved. Thankfully, no one in the other car was hurt too." He answers.

"What really happened?"

"I really don't know because I wasn't there with them but from what I heard, he almost had a head-on collision with another car."

As he speaks, I remember Peter telling me how his family died in an accident almost the same as the one Michael's father had. The only difference was that Peter's family weren't as lucky as the ones Michael's father's car almost collided with.

"I'm glad no one got hurt." I tell him and he smiles sadly.

"Yeah."

"So, what happened to your mum and your sister? I remember you telling me that you had a sister which must definitely mean that she was born." I speak hopefully but he gives me a wistful look.

"Do you know how old she was when she died?" He asks.

"No."

"She was a day old." He replies and I gasp in shock.

"Goodness!" I shout and he chuckles at my expression. But despite his laughter, I can see pools of tears in his eyes.

I suddenly start to feel sad too, "I thought- I wasn't-

"Yeah, you're probably surprised, I know." He smiles, blinking rapidly to stop his tears. "She died shortly after my mum died."

Oh My God!

"I'm so sorry." I say quietly, fighting tears myself. I reach for his hand across the table and squeeze it and he gives me a small smile.

He wipes a stray tear that has fallen on his face and smiles, "I didn't begin to tell you about my parents so I can cry. I was explaining just how fucked up love is."

"You really don't have to explain anymore. I get what you are trying to say."

"No, you don't. You didn't get to see what love could do to someone close to you but I did. I saw what it did to my father. I witnessed everything he went through after mum died. He became a drunkard, he became a womaniser, he had numerous girlfriends. He became nothing of the father he was when mum was alive. He became a monster. He blamed me for what happened and sometimes, he would even-

I wonder why he stopped abruptly, probably the memory is too hard for him but he never completed the sentence.

"I became almost lonely and it got worse when he suddenly went into politics. But thankfully, I had Maggie and Kunle and Henry." He continues as he stares at me intently.

I know who Kunle is but I don't know who Maggie and Henry are although I can already tell that they are good people and I'm really grateful for them.

"So, do you understand now? Why love is so overrated? Why I think falling in love and living happily ever after is only for fairy tales and why I don't believe in it at all?" He asks and I keep mute.

His view on love is so twisted, I don't even know how to begin to convince him that love isn't all about pain. That it doesn't ruin one's happiness all the time.

"Michael, you are focusing only on the part where they suffer in their lives. Didn't you notice how happy they were when they were still very much in love? Didn't you wish it was always like that? Didn't you wish to experience something like that too?" I ask and he scoffs.

"Why should I want to experience something like that? To experience happiness for a short period of time only to be followed by everlasting sorrow." He retorts and I sigh.

"It isn't always like that! It doesn't always end in sorrow. Why can't you see?"

"Because there's nothing to see." He replies and nobody says anything for a while. "But now, I'm not so sure anymore."

For a moment, I thought I might have heard wrong.

"Did you say something?"

"Yes, I did." He confirms, looking unsure for a moment then exhales tiredly.

Does that mean he might actually be falling in love? He's willing to give love a chance?

A surge of hope bursts through me at that thought but I don't let myself dwell on it too much.

Nothing is sure and I shouldn't be too hopeful.

"Cynthia, there are lots of things I have to tell you." Michael confesses quietly, looking around like he's searching for the right words to use.

Maybe it's because he suddenly looks guilty and doesn't want to meet my eye.

I have a feeling I might not like what he's about to tell me.

"I'm listening." I tell him, hoping that will edge him on and he might start talking.

He finally looks at me and nods. Then he smiles apologetically, a bit of remorse on his face, "Let me begin by apologising."

Okay, now he's scaring me. Did he do something?

"Apologising for what?"

He must have noticed the anxiousness in my voice because he reaches from across the table and squeezes my hand.

"Don't be scared. I just wanted to apologise for not telling you that I was the one who saved you that night two years ago."

My body relaxes immediately and I almost reach out to pinch him on the hand for making me anxious like that.

But I do want to know why he never mentioned anything. I definitely asked him more than once if we had ever been in a car together in the past and he had either ignored it or changed the topic.

"Why did you never say anything to me?"

He lets out a sigh before he starts to speak, "At first, it was because I was angry. That night was special to me. I used to have nightmares-

"You had nightmares?" I can't help interrupting him because this is news to me. I didn't know this about him.

"Yeah, I had them. I've stopped having then now though." He replies with a sad smile.

There are lots of things I want to ask.

I want to ask what the nightmares were about.

I want to ask what had caused them.

But I say nothing because I'm not sure he wants to talk about it so I wait for him to continue.

"I had gone to the party that night because I didn't want to sleep. And then I had met you at the party and took you home. That night instead of having those nightmares, I dreamt of you. For the first time in month, I slept peacefully." He must have noticed the look of surprise on my face because he chuckles, "That was how much you affected me that night."

He clears his throat and continues, "So I decided to look for you, not knowing you were also looking for me. And then I was walking down to your class and I saw you and Grace coming towards my direction. Both of you were so immersed in the conversation you were having that you didn't notice me. And then you walked past me and I heard you gushing about how the guy who saved you was handsome and you might end up developing a crush for him."

I remember this day. It was the day I approached John to ask if he was the owner of the jacket and he didn't deny it.

I wish I hadn't approached him.

"At first, I thought you were referring to me." Michael's voice brings me back to him. "But Grace mentioned his name and I had never felt so hurt and betrayed in my life. I was so angry that you failed to recognise me and then even believed a complete lie. I thought that was how easy it was for you to replace me in your head when I couldn't get you out of mine."

"But I had no memory of that night." I have to say in my defense. "It was the reason I was looking for the jacket owner in the first place. If I had remembered it was you, I would have gone to meet you and thanked you personally."

He smiles sadly, "It was childish but that was actually what made me annoyed. That you forgot. That I was so easy to forget."

"I was drunk! And there was that guy who tried to take advantage of me. That night wasn't totally pleasant for me and part of me wanted to forget it. I guess that part won."

He presses his lips together tightly, a wistful look on his face, "Like I said before, it was childish and I didn't think that far. So I got angry and left you to continue to believe the lie."

I almost let out a frustrated sigh.

"When we ran into each other again in the cafeteria recently and I discovered that you still think he was the one who saved you even after two years, I was torn between telling you and saying nothing. You liked him obviously and I was the outsider, someone you made it clear to that you hated."

I smile faintly at the memory of what had gone down at the cafeteria. He must have still been angry because I remember clearly how he had tried to embarrass me then.

"But then we became friends and I was waiting for the right time to tell you. It was actually one of the things I was planning to tell you today but then you realised it yourself and well, that's what happened."

I'm not one to dwell on what ifs but I can't help wondering what would have happened if I had found out he was the one that helped me from the beginning.

It was during that time that he had joined the underground fighting ring. Would that never had happened?

Would we have grown closer? Become inseparable?

"I'm sorry for allowing the lie go on for long because of my unjustified anger." He apologises, a small pout on his face and I can't help smiling.

"It's okay. Your apology is accepted." I tell him and he smiles too. We hold eye contact for a while, something flickering in his eyes until the smile in his face begins to fade and he is watching me intently again.

"There's something else I have to confess to you. Something very serious. It wasn't something I planned to tell you from the start but you deserve to know." He looks uncertain for a moment before he continues, "You have every right to get angry and not want to talk to me again after hearing this but you really deserve to know the truth."

My stomach clenches nervously and anxiety begins to course through me all over again. The feeling I had at the beginning returns with full force. The feeling that I won't like what he's about to tell me.

I can feel everything building to this moment. And I'm torn between wanting to know what it is and telling him to remain silent.

He notices my anxiousness again but he only withdraws into himself. He doesn't reach out to squeeze my hand like he did the first time.

He exhales shakily and focuses his attention on the pizza he was eating that's in the box.

"I'm so sorry, Cynthia but this all happened before we got really close and I developed strong feelings for you. And it's because of these feelings that I can't keep this from you any longer."

I feel something tug at my heart. Because Michael has just admitted that he has feelings for me. Strong ones. It might not be those three words that I badly want to hear but we are still close.

And yet, my body is still too tense from his unsaid confession to actually react to it.

"What do you want to say to me?" I ask, my voice sounding calmer than I feel.

He looks at me, fear in his eyes like he's so sure I won't take what he's about to say well.

So I brace myself, ready to hear whatever it is he wants to say. No matter how hurtful it might be. Like he said, I need to know.

He exhales and begins to talk slowly, "The truth is on the day that we had an argument in the cafeteria, I-

The sound of a phone vibrating cuts through the air and he stops talking. I reach into my bag to see if it's mine but it isn't. He pulls his from his pocket and declines the call before setting it down and giving me an apologetic look.

"I'm so sorry about that. What I was going to say is-

The phone begins to vibrate on the table again and Michael clenches his teeth in annoyance, clearly not liking the interruption. Picking up the phone, he answers the call and places the phone on his ear.

"What the fuck is your problem?" He says immediately in the phone. He must be talking to someone he's familiar with for him to talk to the person that way.

There's a long pause from him and whatever the person on the side of the phone must have said is huge enough to vanish his anger and make him stunned.

He looks at me, not seeing me. His eyes glazed over. I begin to feel worried.

"Michael, is everything okay?"

He doesn't reply or maybe he doesn't hear me. I watch as he removes the phone from his ear and begins to tap and scroll through it.

I honestly don't know what's happening so I can only watch, perplexed and confused at his reactions.

He's staring at his phone now, looking so disoriented. Disbelief is etched over his face and yet he keeps staring at his phone, not moving, not saying anything.

"Michael?" I call him tentatively and then he looks at me. Hurt, angry, betrayed.

I've never seen him like this before and I feel my heart breaking for him.

Did someone die?

"Michael, what's wrong?" My voice is urgent because I can't stand being in the dark anymore but he says nothing. He closes his eyes and takes in a deep breath and then he exhales slowly.

When he finally opens his eyes, everything I can read on his face is gone. Now, he looks more composed and sorted. Like he didn't just look like he was going to scream.

"Everything's okay." He tells me and I can't help it, I begin to get riled up.

"You expect me to believe that?!"

"I'm so sorry, Cynthia. We need to go." He announces and then he's standing, leaving me to follow behind him.

I watch, my mouth agape as he heads towards the door, realising that he's really leaving.

Hurriedly, I stand up and pick my bag, running after him.

"Michael!" I call as I step outside but he doesn't slow down. He keeps taking long strides until he gets to where his car is parked and then he enters.

I watch as he does this, fearing that he is going to start the car and leave me alone. But he doesn't. He just sits in the car, waiting.

Breathing a sigh of relief, I hurry towards the car as fast as my heels can allow and slip into the passenger's seat.

As soon as I'm in, he's starting the car and driving out of the mall.

The ride back to my place is silent.

He is obviously annoyed and bothered by something. And it must be something serious if he isn't even telling me about it.

But that doesn't mean I have to be okay with the sudden change in his behaviour.

He was going to tell me something very important but it's like he has even forgotten all about that.

And then the date? The date is ruined without so much as an explanation.

He left me all alone back there, not even glancing back once to check on me.

I think it won't be wrong to say I also have the right to be annoyed right now.

And that's why I don't say a word to him as he continues to drives to my place.

As soon as the car stops, I'm already opening the door to get out of the car but he is faster. He locks the door from the driver's side, stopping my escape.

I try to unlock it from my side, refusing to look at him but then he speaks.

"I'm sorry."

I stop trying to open the door but my hand remains on the lock, ready to get out if he doesn't say anything that's worth staying for. So I wait for him to actually say something.

Twenty seconds.

Thirty seconds.

Forty five seconds.

And then I'm trying to open the door again.

This time, he leans forward to grab my hands so that when he returns to his seat, I'm facing him and he is still holding my hands.

I try to remove my hands from his but he holds on to it tighter and then he lets out a huge sigh before trying to hold my gaze.

"Cynthia, I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have left the restaurant like that. It's just-

He sighs again and then he's staring into space, he then shakes his head like he is still in disbelief.

"Tell me what that person who called you told you so I can understand what's happening. Since you received that call, you have been acting strange."

He squeezes my hand but I think he did it subconsciously, "I wish I can tell you but you won't understand. I'll tell you later, I promise."

Alright. I shouldn't push it so I let it go.

"How about what you were going to tell me before the call came in? You told me it was very important and I need to know about it."

At that moment, he looks so torn that I really, really want to know what was said to him on the phone. That's the only reason he is hesitating now. The reason he's not telling me what he has to tell me.

"I will tell you but that's after I'm done settling what just came up. Come to my party tomorrow and I will tell you then. I promise."

"Party? Which party?"

"The party we were talking about at the stadium. I wasn't going to throw it anymore but they insisted that I had to celebrate the win of our team by throwing that party."

"But I can't come to the party. Nanny will never allow me."

"I will talk to her. I will make sure only our school students are present and if I have to promise to stick by your side throughout your stay at the party before she gives you permission, then I will give her that promise."

"You will really stick by my side?" I really need to make sure of that because deep down, I'm scared that what happened two years ago might happen again and I will be at the mercy of a sick pervert.

He can probably sense the fear in my eyes because he squeezes my hand and gives me a reassuring smile, "I promise."

I smile in return too, knowing I can trust him on that.

"I should get going now." He says then drops my hand almost reluctantly.

"Yeah, you should." I give him a tight smile. I place my hand on the car's handle to open the door and then as an afterthought, I lean to kiss him on the cheek.

"Thanks for the date. It didn't end the way I would have liked it to but it was nice for the most part."

I begin to open the door for real this time but again, he's stopping me and then he's pulling me towards him.

Whatever I'm about to say gets caught in my throat as he gives me a short but firm kiss on the mouth. His lips linger on mine for a while but all too soon, it's gone.

He begins then trails off, "Cynthia, I...

My heart which is stuttering in my chest as soon as he pulls me back for the kiss starts to pound as I stare at him, waiting for him to complete his sentence.

He was going to tell me he likes me. He already confessed to having feelings for me but I want to hear the words. And I know he's about to do that now. I could feel it. But then there's also something holding him back and I also know it has to do with why he couldn't tell me back at the restaurant.

He gives me a sad smile, "You should go in now. It's almost 9."

I nod, not trying to dwell on the feeling of disappointment that's growing in the pit of my stomach.

"See you tomorrow."

This time when I open the door, there are no hands pulling me back. I step outside of the car and as soon as I open the gate to enter into the house, I hear his car drive away.

I don't know who called and what the person might have said to him but I know it affected him more than he's letting on and I can only hope he's alright.

***

Who else noticed Michael's version of Femi's life seems a bit off? When he was giving Cynthia examples of what love had done to people close to him.

Can anyone guess who called Michael on the phone and what the person might have told him?

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