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24 August 2008 @ 07:12 pm
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A Year in the Life
twelve months, twelve pairings, twelve romantic drabbles

new beginnings - Mohinder/Maya

It was over. The curse had been lifted. He was gone. She had nothing to be anymore but herself.

The newness of the sensation frightened her. Like the chill of her first snowfall, she didn't know how to take it. Would the cold seep into her blood and freeze her from within?

"I feel empty," she told him. "Like there's nothing inside me anymore."

He touched her cheek. His skin was warm, like home. "I understand," he said. "I feel that way myself, sometimes. My daughter, my power, all gone."

She raised her hand to his lips. He kissed the freezing fingertips. "What do we do?" she asked.

"I suppose," he said, "it's a matter of perspective. Either it's the end of something or it's the beginning of something new." His arms slipped around her waist and he bent his head down to hers. Warmth radiated from every inch of contact, and she was almost able to smile.

"And I can imagine," he went on, kissing her softly, "many things worse than a new beginning with you."

be my valentine - Matt/Mohinder

"I still can't get over it." He still had the card in his hands and was turning it over and over as Matt stoked the fireplace. "I didn't realize she was so talented."

"Yeah, well..." Matt put down the tongs as the fire blazed and backed onto the sofa with a groan. "Once she stopped drawing freaky eyes I guess she was free to start drawing other things."

"But the shading, the way she captured your eyes..." Mohinder looked over at him. "She's got real potential."

"That's our girl." Matt reached for Mohinder, pulling him back into his embrace. Mohinder nestled happily between the big arms, and Matt kissed his ear softly. "Homemade Valentine's cards. I thought we'd gotten past that phase, but I guess you're never too old."

"She's only ten." Mohinder took one of Matt's palms between his hands, twisting his fingers around it in shifting, starry patterns. "You want her to grow up too fast."

"You don't want her to grow up at all," Matt countered. His voice sent vibrations through Mohinder's neck that made him shudder. "I guess that makes me way too old to ask you to be my valentine, then?"

A grin lit Mohinder's face, and he turned toward Matt to grace his lips with a soft, warm kiss. Matt gave a groan and opened his lips, helpless against the tide of emotion that was streaming at him sure and true.

"Never too old for that," Mohinder said.

in like a lion - Adam/Hiro

Adam crushed him against the doorway. The wind howled past their faces. Hiro thought his ears would freeze and fall right off.

"Kensei, it's cold," he argued lamely.

"I'm aware of that, little Carp," Adam hissed through gritted teeth. "I'm also aware of how cold it can be when your heart has been frozen for hundreds of years. I'm a cold-blooded killer now, you know. A villain, as you like to say."

"You are not villain," Hiro babbled. "I know your heart is warm inside. You need to know it. You are Takezo Kensei."

"Kensei was a myth. He was never real. Do you know what's real, Hiro-kun? What I've been dreaming for years of doing to you, once I finally found you. What I've been waiting to say to you."

"I've been waiting, too," Hiro said sadly. And he put his hands on Adam's chest.

Adam looked down, momentarily stunned. "Carp, what are you..."

"You are so different now," he said. "Kowai hito ni natta yo, Kensei. You are like lion now, always growling. Before, you were so gentle, like lamb."

"I have never been anything like a lamb," Adam insisted, still dumbfounded and sure that Hiro's hands on his chest must be picking up the thrumming of his heartbeat. He leaned forward to scowl down into Hiro's face, but then Hiro licked his lips and Adam forgot to frown.

"Sou kamo shirenai," Hiro whispered, his hands sliding up to Adam's collar. His eyes were gleaming with his plea. "If you are a lion, Kensei... be brave!" And he moved forward to claim the other man's lips.

Adam stood, unmoving, his eyes wide open. His whole body was hot. His anger, his revenge, seemed to sizzle and melt in this consuming liquid heat, and he tried to remember just what it was he'd dreamed of doing to Hiro all this time. What revenge had he wanted that he'd been waiting for? Why was he in such a hurry?

It was all just gone. It had been blown away by the harsh winds that brought March, and Adam, in like a lion.

So like a lion, Adam roared as he surged forward, picking Hiro up into his arms. He had forever, after all. Revenge could wait until the winds died down.

Showered upon. Peter/Mohinder.

On their way back to the subway, the heavens opened up.

Mohinder, who was already in a foul mood, grumbled and kicked a streetlight. Peter laughed and tipped his head back, letting the rainwater run down his chin and neck and seep into his shirt. His coat dripped and dragged behind his ankles, several shades darker when saturated. "What's wrong?" he said to Mohinder, who had quickly ducked beneath an awning and was staring daggers at him.

"Oh, nothing," Mohinder shouted over the din of the rain, which sounded a thousand drumbeats atop the plastic awning. "You've just taken me on a wild goose chase for your artist friend and now you're laughing like a maniac in the pouring rain. And I'm supposed to believe you why, exactly?"

Peter stepped beneath the awning to face him. Very close, very cold. Mohinder took a half-step backward. "Relax, Mohinder," he said in a soft, soothing voice, though Mohinder could see his jaw trembling slightly from the cold. "It's just some rain. What's wrong with rain?"

His face was right in Mohinder's face, radiating all that boyish belief and all that foolish innocence that had caused Mohinder nothing but heartbreak and disappointment. But when he was around this near-stranger, he almost wanted to believe. "You're going to catch pneumonia," he said weakly. "You're dripping wet."

He saw a hand caress Peter's cheek, brushing off a small wave of streaming water, and realized too late that it was his own.

Peter cupped his chin in wet hands. He shivered.

Then Mohinder was cold and hot and searing and soaking because they were kissing, hard, Peter's still-shivering jaw drawing in his heat and filling him with even more explosive heat. His shirtsleeves were damp; his hands in Peter's fine dark mist of hair were nearly numb; his heart was turning like a generator in his chest, slowly stoking an ever-higher-leaping fire. Peter tasted like belief and optimism, and God help him, but Mohinder desperately needed that. He'd had enough of doubting and disappointment.

A drop of rainwater fell from Peter's bangs to Mohinder's eyelashes, weighing his eyelids closed. He didn't bother to shake it off. For now, it was all right to be blind.

spring is in the air - Niki/D.L.

Jessica loved the spring, you know.

I know. I remember.

I wish she was here today.

She is, Niki, she is. You think she would miss a day like this?

You didn't know her very well.

Come on, babe. I knew her well enough to know that she'd be here for you.

You might be right. I just... I always dreamed about having her here with me on a day like today... With flowers in her hair. She would have loved the flowers we chose. I even would have let her dance with you.

Oh. Well. That's pretty nice of you, Mrs. Hawkins.

Wat a minute! The license doesn't say a thing about me taking your name.

A man can dream. Anyway, they're waiting for us. I hear there's a big old cake out there that needs cutting.

Right. I shouldn't be moping on my wedding day. I'm sorry.

Well, I'm moping. What, we're the bride and groom and they're making us cut the cake like we're the kitchen help? What's up with that?

You make me laugh, and I love you, Mr. Hawkins.

I love you too, Ms. Sanders.

Now that's more like it!

flag day - Matt/Nathan

"Are you patriotic, Parkman?"

The bed creaks under him as he gets up. "What?"

He squints at Nathan, who's shrugging on a brown jacket. His shoulders don't quite fill out the coat's, and they wriggle under the cloth.

"I mean, do you love your country?" Wide fingers adjust his tie. "Do you say the Pledge of Allegiance? Do you put your hand on your heart when you see the flag?"

A throaty chuckle. "What brought this on? Did you sleep with that flag pin crammed up your butt or something?"

"You'd know." Nathan laughs and cranes his neck, uncomfortable in the stiff collar. Matt crosses to him, helps fold it outward. Nathan exhales in relief. "You're a law enforcement officer," he says. "You work for the government. My taxpayer dollars pay your salary. I think I'm entitled to know. Do you love your country?"

Matt's head tilts slightly to the side. Nathan's eyes are hard, his mouth a thin line. Still, he can't shake the feeling Nathan's teasing him. "Sure, I guess," he shrugs.

The hard eyes come closer. Nathan knocks foreheads with him briefly, not hard enough to bruise, but it's not a touch you can call anything close to gentle. "You shouldn't."

Matt rubs his forehead. "What?"

Nathan's head is up again, and he's pacing the room like a lion policing its cave. "Government's full of bastards, just like me. Waiting to screw you over. They can't be trusted." Arms around him from behind now, teeth nipping at his neck. "They'll eat you alive."

Matt gives a little groan. "But that's trust," he says as Nathan's lips skim over his ear. "Why can't I love my country even if I don't trust it?"

Nathan comes to face him. His look is so serious. Gravity in every line of his face. He ruffles Matt's hair a little, lets his hand slide down his cheek. "Because love is blind," he says. "And I need you to keep your eyes open."

summer heat - Peter/Claire
"I could come at you invisible," Peter said, "and splash you and you wouldn't know it was me."

"I'd know it was you." She rolled her eyes.

"All right, what else? I'll pick up a crab and make it hang in midair and talk to you."

"A crab."


Claire splashed him in the face. Peter blinked away the salt and laughed.

"Face it." She crossed her arms. "You can't give me the chills. I'm doomed to bake in this heat forever."

"Maybe." Peter flashed his lopsided grin at her.

Her smile faded. "W-what?"

Then he was muscling his way powerfully through the water, limber thighs sending up small waves on either side. He was so tall, she thought as he neared her. When he was right up against her, she had to crane her neck to see him.

He took two wet fingers, the second finger of each hand, and put them on her shoulders, then traced her arms down to her wrist.

She shivered.

"Uncross your arms," he said.

It took her a second to realize what he was hoping to see. "I will not!"

He laughed. "Then admit I gave you the chills just now."

She pouted and dunked herself shoulders-deep in the shallow water. "It's so, so hot out," she cried as she paddled away.

Peter watched her go, smiling. The sun kissed the top of her head with bright gold.

dog days - Mohinder/Sylar

"Hot," Sylar said.

"Too hot to move," Mohinder said.

So they didn't move.

The hotel room was sparse. The bed's mattress was thin as its sheets. The AC was sputtering like a man dying of lung cancer, and they were lying side by side on the bed, hands loosely joined, staring at each other.

"Dog days of summer," Sylar muttered.

"We're being hunted like dogs, so I suppose it's appropriate enough." It was more effort than Mohinder had expected to expend, and a fresh sheen of sweat had broken out on his brow by the time he'd finished.

"And to think," posited Sylar, his dramatic eyebrows opening and closing like heavy doors swung by the breeze, "we thought hiding out in a hotel room for three days would be fun."

"It's fun," Mohinder said, "sort of." He put a single finger on Sylar's chest, drawing his sweat-soaked T-shirt back and forth and watching as it mopped up more of the perspiration.

'Oh?" Lips quirked.

Mohinder's eyes narrowed, and his voice trailed into a hiss. "I rather like you," he said, "sweaty and horizontal."

The quirk expanded into a grin. "Well." Ice frosted along Sylar's fingertips. "When you put it like that..."

He touched the frosting fingers to Mohinder's skin.

It was sort of fun, after all.

back to school - Claire/Elle

"You know, when you walk that close to me, it doesn't exactly help us blend in," Claire mutters.

"Can I help it if I naturally attract attention?"

"No, but you can help it if I do." Claire pushes to the side of the hallway, but Elle follows her like they're joined at the hip. She gets a zap to the fingertips. "Ow!"

'No trying to get away, golden girl. I'm supposed to keep you safe, remember?"

"And I'm trying to tell you that the less attention we attract, the safer we are." Claire finds her locker number and opens it up. "Oh, God, a pothead had this locker before me. It stinks."

"Maybe safe is the wrong word. Maybe I should say 'physically sound.'"

"That is not a problem, remember?"

Elle runs a hand along her thigh. "Maybe I just don't want to play it safe."

Claire jumps. "Stop it! What do you think this is?"

"High school, I guess." Elle looks around innocently. "Not that I'd really know what that means."

"Oh, God." Claire bangs her head against the locker door. "This is gonna be a lo-o-ong semester."

all hallows' eve - Peter/Sylar

The room was hollow and empty. Sylar stepped to the middle of it. The sound of his boots on the floor echoed off the gray concrete.

"It's Halloween," he said. His voice echoed, too. "You know what that means, don't you?"

There was no answer. His lips twitched in the beginnings of a smile.

"It means that tonight is the night you don't have to pretend to be normal. Tonight is the night you get to let all your demons run free. All Hallows' Eve. You fight your demons all the time, Peter. Tonight you can revel in them. Enjoy them. The way I do."

He smiled, and his voice rose to almost a shout. "Haven't you always wanted to be like me, Peter? Just a little bit, you wanted to use all that power you have for yourself instead of some so-called Greater Good? I know you do. I've sensed it. What better night is there?"

Still, no answer. He switched from a shout to a whisper. "Come on, Peter. Come out to play."

A hand grabbed his. He looked down and saw the indentation on his flesh.

"Trick or treat," said a voice in his ear as arms snaked around him.

Sylar grinned and turned. "Now what kind of a question is that?" he said as Peter faded into view. "I want both."

thanksgiving - Peter/Nathan

"The thing about the fake turkey..."

"Say it," Nathan interrupted.

Peter frowned. "Why should I? You laugh yourself stupid everytime I do."

"Say it!"

"Fine, Tofurkey, OK?" Nathan promptly laughed himself stupid. "Last time I'm cooking for you."

"No. No, sorry, Pete, go on." Nathan leaned over the table, his eyes bright and serious but a quirk in his lips. "You were saying about the, ahem, Tofurkey?" He fought to bite back the snicker and failed miserably. Peter pouted at him.

Seeing no way out, he bulldozed his way through his brother's amusement. "The thing about it," he said, "the reason I wanted you to try it this year, is that it doesn't have triptophan in it like real turkey does."

"Tripto-what was that? Pete, are you just making up words today?"

This time Peter ignored his taunting. "It's a chemical that's in turkey," he lectured. "It makes you sleepy. But the tofu doesn't have it."

"Meaning what, exactly?"

"Meaning," said Peter, in a voice calculated to catch Nathan's ear and no one else's, "that when everybody else is in a food coma, we'll still be wide awake." He put a bare foot onto Nathan's knee and slid it slowly inward. Nathan's eyes got very wide.

"And what are you thankful for this year, Nathan?" The voice, a clipped soprano, sang through their twin grins.

Nathan looked at his mother, smiled warmly, and raised his glass. "I'm thankful for such a terrific family," he declared. "I'm thankful to have a mother so devoted, thankful to have sons so bright and healthy, and..."

He tipped the glass toward Peter. Light penetrated the liquid's surface, and the tablecloth tinted the color of a blush. "I'm thankful," Nathan finished, "to have a brother who is so very resourceful."

one minute to midnight - Hiro/Ando

Hiro had thought about it many times. He was pretty sure he could pull it off. It was just a matter of waiting until the last minute. No, the last second.

Tonight was the night, his only chance for a year. He sat beside Ando and drank some sort of thick liquor he couldn't stand the taste of. But he needed the courage.

Ando grinned at him and drank his beer as they watched the partygoers dance and laugh in a parade of colors all around them. Two lonely posts in a swirling sea, staid and boring. But at least they were a matched set. That partnership, that sense that they were the only two square pegs in a world of round holes, was part of what had driven Hiro to his decision.

The final minute came, and Ando stood. "Tatte, Hiro. Saigo da!" he encouraged, that big, goofy, wide smile on his face. Hiro stood up as he'd been commanded to chant along with the crowd as 11:59 ticked down into nothing.

"Juu, kyuu, hachi..."

This was it. Hiro gritted his teeth and clenched his fists.

"nana, roku, go, yon...."

Ando with his glass and eyes raised, oblivious to Hiro's resolve....

"san, ni..."

As ichi began to cross Ando's lips, Hiro closed his eyes tight and stopped time.

Around the room, unmoving lovers leaned toward each other. Streamers suspended their emergence from paper cones. The priest was just about to slam his mallet into the bell on the TV screen to call down the gods.

And Hiro moved into Ando's open, frozen arms.

"I'm sorry, my friend, but I don't have the courage... so you'll never know."

He stood on his tiptoes and drifted a kiss across the lips of his friend. His partner in strangeness, oddity, geekiness, adventures. The man he'd long since come to love.

Just one kiss. He stood back and murmured softly, "Yatta."

With that, he restarted the clock.

"...ichi... HAPPY NEW YEAR!" The stilted Japanese-English cry sounded particularly strange to Hiro, though he lifted up his hands to join into it. He felt tears choking his eyes to know that he could never, never go back into that timeless world where, for an instant, he'd had what he always wanted.

Except for then Ando was grabbing his face in two strong hands and kissing him hard.

lea1-santomelea1santome on August 24th, 2008 11:33 pm (UTC)
I would like to have a power to remove the character Maya, as is the topic most terrible of Latinos.

I love Valentine's Day from Matt and Mohinder.

Kiro has written!, That's wonderful and sad, oh!, I love being a couple, along with Matt / Mohinder!

Me gustaría tener un poder para desaparecer el personaje de Maya, pues es el tópico más terrible, de los latinos.

Me gusta el día de san Valentin de Matt y Mohinder.

¡has escrito Kiro!, eso es Maravilloso y triste, ¡oh!, adoro a está pareja, junto a Matt/Mohinder!
Tiptoe39: thank youtiptoe39 on August 24th, 2008 11:39 pm (UTC)
you are keeping me company today! thank you!
The Soul says: - lea1santome on August 24th, 2008 11:51 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Shonaille: Incredible Hulk OTPkalikahuntress on August 24th, 2008 11:39 pm (UTC)
Now this is romance Kring....
I'll be most likely re-reading your Maya/Mohinder fic when the season starts, as something that could of been but wasn't done. This would of worked so much better on the show, even though they might not be able to do much with a non-powered Maya, this outcome would be much more preferable to what seems to be happening.
Thanks for this:)
Tiptoe39tiptoe39 on August 24th, 2008 11:43 pm (UTC)
Re: Now this is romance Kring....
Right now I'm thinking about writing more Maya/Mohinder so I can believe in it more when the season starts. It's hard for me, though, because as beautiful as Dania Ramirez is, I haven't seen her act very well, and even if she can, let's face it, we know nothing about Maya. We don't know her childhood dreams, her likes and dislikes, what she wanted to be before her powers decided she'd have a career as a fugitive. We don't know who she is. The character only works if there's a character there to work with.
Re: Now this is romance Kring.... - kalikahuntress on August 24th, 2008 11:51 pm (UTC) (Expand)
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Leaheridanie on August 25th, 2008 02:20 am (UTC)
Wow! Hot and beautiful one and all. I can't wait for the rest.
Shonaillekalikahuntress on August 27th, 2008 12:14 am (UTC)
quick feedback, love them all:)
Mohinder/Sylar- I don't know why, but this piece i my mind really fits in the Behavioural Therapy universe. The dialogue is IC and I adore how domestic these two can sound, which is probably why I would love for these two to be in a situation where they aren't fighting. Reminds me of that one singular moment where in Powerless they were on the same page when it came to the Company.

Niki/DL almost made me cry dammit, I miss those two so hard.

Love the snarky, IC dialogue with Matt/Nathan, as always, with very few words a lot of insight is given into these two. I can see Nathan being very serious about patriotism and Matt, not so much. Claire/peter was lovely, fresh and beautiful, their interactions ring real true and the playfulness is great.

Adam/Kensai was beautiful, the imagery and the words spoken makes me sad that things will never be right between them again.

Peter/Mohinder: God, I could see this on the show minus the kissing sadly. Mohinder's snarkiness and Peter's carefree attitude have always made their interactions enjoyable, I miss that from season one.
Tiptoe39: thank youtiptoe39 on August 27th, 2008 12:17 am (UTC)
Re: quick feedback, love them all:)
if this is your quick feedback i really look forward to someday getting the extended version, because this is really, really really great feedback. thank you so much.
Re: quick feedback, love them all:) - kalikahuntress on August 27th, 2008 01:30 am (UTC) (Expand)
boudecia7boudecia7 on August 29th, 2008 03:28 am (UTC)
I love this as a series told through months! What a great idea, and the writing's lovely as usual--very IC for all the drabbles. I especially loved the snarkiness of June's Matt/Nathan, and the deeper messages you managed to implant in such short pieces. Very nice!

Looking forward to Peter/Sylar in October. I have a special love for Halloween and I can really see this pairing being fantastic for the theme.
helen_damnationhelen_damnation on September 6th, 2008 02:01 am (UTC)
SQUEE! So much fluff. I can't decide on a favourite. I think maybe the Kiro? The Eclaire one made me lol. Memmed for emergency injections of fluff.
eternal_moonieeternal_moonie on September 6th, 2008 08:57 am (UTC)
I loved it! This was a good calender read! I totally love the September entry!
Missy: heroes | team blonde (cute)ever_obsessed on September 6th, 2008 10:39 am (UTC)
I love you so hard except for the Maya.

I want to do this, too, :-(

Elle runs a hand along her thigh. "Maybe I just don't want to play it safe."


Adding to memories!
A Troop of Rogue Trained Monkeys from LJ's Searchhanuueshe on September 22nd, 2008 03:30 am (UTC)
She had nothing to be anymore but herself.
Maya's become her own woman- I love this concept more than words can describe, and you did a wonderful job of showing us what that would look like here.

"Once she stopped drawing freaky eyes I guess she was free to start drawing other things."

"But the shading, the way she captured your eyes..."

My first thought was when I read this: Hey, Matt, you can't be your father, Molly doesn't draw your eyes freaky enough, LOL. I love the idea of artist Molly, though.

"I'm aware of that, little Carp," Adam hissed through gritted teeth. "I'm also aware of how cold it can be when your heart has been frozen for hundreds of years. I'm a cold-blooded killer now, you know. A villain, as you like to say."
Adam, Adam, Adam... his stubborness and inability to see the good in front of him comes across so strongly, especially in this line. It's cold. Cold is not good. But, hey, there's some revenge tobe done here, so let's just stand here and freeze for a while, eh?

I can't say anything about May without quoting the entire thing. The playful, young love tone was wonderful, and knowing what these two will be going through just outside of a decade from now makes it just the tiniest bit bittersweet.

"Government's full of bastards, just like me. Waiting to screw you over. They can't be trusted." Arms around him from behind now, teeth nipping at his neck. "They'll eat you alive."
Hee! Nathan is the government! I love how subtle this metaphor is, and the implications as to the nature of their relationship.

Again, so much love for July, for much the same reasons. Aww, Paire...

It was more effort than Mohinder had expected to expend, and a fresh sheen of sweat had broken out on his brow by the time he'd finished.
I love the pace and tone of this drabble. It's slow and lazy, not by choice, but because it just is too hot to be anything else.

I really thought you had the banter between Claire and Elle down pat in September. Stop resisting, Bennet, you know you want it.

A hand grabbed his. He looked down and saw the indentation on his flesh.
This is creepy, wrong, and just so damn fine because of it.

Hooray for subliminal incest and bigger, silly-sounding words that begin with T in November!

Except for then Ando was grabbing his face in two strong hands and kissing him hard.
Oh Hiro. All that angst for no reason at all. :D
Tiptoe39tiptoe39 on September 22nd, 2008 12:14 pm (UTC)
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hee! thank you, this made my morning! :D
saavikam77: Heroes Eclipsesaavikam77 on February 1st, 2009 06:52 pm (UTC)
Awwww, these were awesome! :D I really loved the last one. Hiro needed that win so badly. ^_~
Tiptoe39tiptoe39 on February 1st, 2009 07:18 pm (UTC)
thank you!!! i'm inordinately fond of this set.... so i'm really glad you enjoyed. :D
kidarania_nikakidarania_nika on February 12th, 2011 11:33 am (UTC)
The last one made me smile the most: I was halfway thinking, "Aw, bittersweet ending..." but then Tada! Gratuitous yaoi! :D

June was my favorite, followed closely by October. Haha, Hiro/Adam made me laugh... I like how you didn't translate the Japanese. It's like, "Haha! If you wanna know what he's saying, GET A DICTIONARY FOO!" x3 I love it. (I probably love it most because I don't need the dictionary... If I did, I might be slightly peeved. As it is, it added flavor!)
Tiptoe39tiptoe39 on February 12th, 2011 04:31 pm (UTC)
Yay for you choosing this to read! It's one of my personal favorites although it wasn't nearly as appreciated by the universe at large. Thanks <3 <3 And yay for japanese fluency. Funnily enough it was Hiro that got me into Heroes, and now because of that I'm completely off anime fandom!

Of course now there's a SPN anime, so... who knows, the circle may yet complete itself. XD
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