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I know I said he was scary a while ago, hell, an angel would be an overstatement for him, because he definitely looked like a devil in disguise when he was glowering. He was dead scary. But that was then. However, right at this moment, I sincerely felt everything but frightened towards this little piece of.... Fluff. I could only furrowed my brows at him as I observed this boy in front of me.

 

"Could you please stop that?!" I kindly whispered a yell at him; afraid I would attract more attention than we already had if I raised my voice. A slight crease quickly dug into his milky white forehead as he heard my yell-turned-whisper.

 

"Stop what?" He returned my angry plead with a question. I didn’t know if it was really his intention to annoy me or he was just purely oblivious to everything. But I bet my iPhone it was the former reason. He seemed to be enjoying this too much for my own liking. I swear I could strangle this annoying little fluff with his own feathers, if it was even allowed. Is it really allowed?

 

I squinted my eyes at him, clearly annoyed with his response. Who wouldn’t, right?

 

 

"That! Just stop doing that! Stop showing off and spread your wings open so widely like that! People are looking at us dammit!" I hissed angrily as my eyes glanced around aimlessly, trying my best to avoid any engage with the stares that people were giving us. They were being too obvious with their whispering and dammit, they even laughed at us! No, damn them! They were laughing at me!

 

Well, why wouldn’t they when this little piece of fluff in front of me was currently flapping his fluffy wings at me as he was having fun blowing my perfectly styled hair into a blown up head. He was giggling merrily as he fixed my hair back to its original style and then boom, he blew my head again, even stronger every time he did. Damn this little piece of fluff, he’s just too cute I couldn’t even stay mad at him. But I really really really should be mad right now!

 

“Oh my god, just stop doing that, would you?! You’re so annoying!” I tried to be mad. I tried, okay? But what can I do when the glower that I was so scared of a little while ago just returned to his milky white face? Of course, I just had to cower in fear. All the annoy and anger that was brewing in me swiftly diminished into thin air in a mere second, my awkward-on-job smile spontaneously took over my lips as I saw the scowl on his face.

“S- sorry…” Timidly, I apologized. It’s not even my fault to begin with! The thought crossed my head, but I was too frightened to say them out loud, so all I did was remained those words in my head, and only my head.

 

The angel in front of me smiled contently as he crossed his legs, his wings spread opened up in the air, moving them out of his way, as he wanted to lean backward against the backrest of the chair. Just soon after, the waitress approached us at the table, although she appeared to be hesitant to do so considering it was a little, okay, hell, it was too strange to see a beautiful man propped with huge bizarre wings on his back in the middle of September. Like I said, it wasn’t even October yet to play Halloween. But that wasn’t really the case in here, really. For the first thing first that should be in everyone’s concerned list would be that this beautiful angel in front of me was honestly looking like a perfectly well grown man in his middle twenties, which he should be deemed as mature enough not to delve in such childish matter as cosplaying a Halloween costume.

 

The next thing I was going to tell was the most important thing to point out though. I was the president of this large building, and being the president meant being the boss. And being the boss meant all kind of seriousness brewed in a single bowl that was my brain, and yes, when I said seriousness, I meant people feared me for that. My subordinates hated my guts and even my friends and boyfriend found my strictness at a whole new level of another universe, if it even existed. As much as I refused to admit that, but I really did.

 

But knowing real well how scary I could be if they failed to show professionalism in their respective line of job in front of me, the waitress quickly straightened up her body as she garnered the necessary courage she needed before she ultimately walked towards us with the tray of food and drinks, appearing as confident as she could. She then politely placed the plates and drinks on our table; her fingers slightly trembling under my scrutinizing stare before she hurriedly walked away as soon as she was done serving us. My eyes followed her back until she disappeared behind the swinging door, shaking my head as I found her professional level was unsatisfying for my company’s level. I took a mental note to fire this girl once I’m done with this little piece of fluff in front of me that was now keenly staring at the steaming hot cup of latte. He was staring at it too close that if that were I, I would have burnt my eyes by then.

 

“Stop staring too close to that drink. You’re going to hurt yourself if you do that.” I told him, my eyes never leaving his amazed expression. Oh, now I’m worried about this ball of fluff? Wow, even I’m amazed with my own self. Well done, self. Well done. Papa is proud of you.

 

Eyes still fixated on that cup and his face clearly painted with curiosity and amaze, he spoke to me,

 

“But you were staring at that girl too. Are you going to hurt yourself too then?” He asked much too innocent of a question. It was an unanswerable question, if I would say the least. But I found myself intrigued to answer his senseless question, so I did.

 

“I wasn’t going to hurt myself.” I replied, short.

 

“Why not?” His eyes were now on me as he lifted his head, staring at my face as he waited for the answer to his question. He was curious.

 

“Because my stares meant harm.” I smiled though bitterly. “It wasn’t me who would be hurt by my stares but her.” I said as I traced my eyes at the swinging door. Yes, I perfectly knew what my stares meant in the eyes of my subordinates. A quick glance at them meant I’m dissatisfied with their work, a longer stare meant they’re doomed and a merciless glare meant their life was literally messed up. I knew them perfectly well.

 

That man just frowned at my words. I couldn’t help but huffed a snort at that.

 

“You are a bad guy.” He flatly exclaimed as he stared at me, stating the most obvious thing that I had been hearing countless of times wherever I walked in my own company. But the strangest thing was, when this man said it, it hurt a lot. His words somehow just meant a lot to me that it sunk so deep into my stone heart until I could actually feel a harsh pang tugging on my heart for the first time since forever. I lowered my head as I broke away from our eye contact. The pain in my heart wouldn’t disappear even after I did that. The sadness was starting to bubble out of my chest when, he suddenly continued after a short while of silence.

 

“But I don’t think you are.” My head instantly jerked up upon those words as I searched for honesty in his eyes. But instead of the honesty I was searching for, there was a glint of mystery hidden behind those innocent and bold orbs, and I swallowed thickly to find that there was more beyond those almond shaped eyes than meet the eyes.

 

“I know you are not a bad guy. Somewhere deep in your heart, I’m sure there lies your kindness.”

 

I huffed a heavy breath at his kind words.

“What do you know? You barely know me. Hell, I doubt it if you even know my name.” I said to him, as I was not convinced at all by his words. I wanted as much as to treat those words as pure honesty, but those black dots in my heart refused to do so. Because I knew I’m a bad guy.

 

I’m the bad guy. I was always am. If I were not, he would’ve still lived right now.

 

The angel just heaved a quiet sigh as a small smile tugged on his lips.

 

“It’s true that I barely knows you. I don’t even know your name. But I wouldn’t fall into this world if it wasn’t for your heart.”

 

There was a slight pause before he continued on,

 

“Your heart was truly tainted in black, but a part of it was pleading us to purge the darkness away. That only meant there is still kindness and purity in your heart. That’s the reason why I’m here, I believe.” He told me. His voice was soothing to my ears; his careful words were slowly softening my stone heart as I started to calculate if there was really this possibility of kindness being hidden in me. I bit on my lower lips.

 

“You spoke as though you were an angel disguised in human, as though you know the human’s heart so well. Who are you? No, what are you, really? Why do you care?” There were so many questions that I wanted to blurt out, but I was contented with these for now. This was enough. I saw the corner of his lips curled up into a smile at the mention of angel.

 

“You were right when you called me an angel, although I’m slightly different than most.” He answered my question. There was a slight bitter look shading his face as he said those words, but it was very faint that I wasn’t even sure anymore if it was real or it was only my imagination.

 

“Different?” I tried to probe further. I was curious in this being. As crazy as I might sound, but I truly believed his words. I believed it when he said he was an angel. Well, why wouldn’t I when he had been doing everything out of ordinary, like falling out of a cemented ceiling, flying and lunging at me, even flapping his so called wings every minute? Everything about him was denying everything that is the normality of this world. And I’m not too narrow-minded to refuse to take those strange things into account.

 

I saw how his eyes hastily darted away from those black feathers that were flocked in between the white ones immediately when he noticed I was tracing his stare. I wanted to ask further, but failed to do so when I realized he was going to gulp down the hot latte. My eyes widened at the dawn realization.

 

“You! don’t drink tha---!” I tried to warn him, but --- I was already too late. He gulped a huge portion of the drink and….

 

“OUCH!!!!” He yelped in pain as he dropped the cup on the table, hot liquid flowing down the table as his tongue shoved out of his mouth, gradually feeling the heat stinging that thick muscle of his.

 

Hastily, I took out a small bottle of water from my briefcase and helped him gulp down the water so that the heat would at least flush away even for a few seconds.

 

“Better?” I finally asked him when he had already cleared my bottle half of its content. He only gave me a subtle nod, still feeling numbed on his tongue soon after of the previous pain faded away.

 

I let out a chuckle when I finally took notice of a small spot of the latte’s foam staining the corner of his lips. Like I always did, I spontaneously leant forward towards him and wiped the foam off of his face with my thumb.

 

“You’re clumsy as always, Heechul-ah.” I said those words unknowingly, a wide grin painted on my face.

“Heechul?” The man repeated the name I mentioned. He looked confused and startled, as much as I did right now. I blinked my eyes repeatedly as though I was trying to snap out of whatever that made me remembered that said guy. I stared at the angel in front me just as he stared at me too. He was clearly waiting for my answer.

 

I stooped backward as I awkwardly tried to laugh it off.

“Hahaha. Sorry, I mistook your name with my friend’s. What your name again?” I asked, trying to cover my blunder. But he only frowned at me as that confused look still remained on his face.

 

“I haven’t told you my name though?” He responded to me with a question, his voice resounding with much innocence in his tone. I gulped down what seemed to be a huge lump lodged in my throat.

 

“R- really? Hahaha I thought I heard you said your name just now. Sorry about that. What’s your name then?” I tried to change the topic. He seemed to be dissatisfied with my way of avoiding his question but he could probably sense the reluctance in me to speak of whatever that he wanted to know, so he just played along with me. I was feeling really grateful to him for that.

 

“Han.” He said all of a sudden.

“I’m sorry?” I failed to catch the short word.

 

“My name is Han.” He repeated.

 

“Just Han?” I asked to confirm. That was really short for a name.

 

He just slightly bobbed his head up and down, throwing me a silent nod, strangely.

 

“It was actually longer, but I prefer you to call me Han.” He told me and I just nodded my head, as I knew I shouldn’t probe further into it because he didn’t seem to like saying his real name.

 

“You?” He suddenly asked.

 

“Me?” I cocked an eyebrow at him.  He nodded his head several times as he saw my blank look.

 

“Your name.” He then said, pushing me to tell him my name as a look of expecting hinted on his face.

“Ah… Sorry, I was being rude. I’m Park Jungsoo. But here, people know me as Leeteuk. And of course, I preferred you to call me that as well.”

“Lee…Teuk?” He said quietly under his breath and I nodded my head at the mention of my name, smiling contently as I felt somehow delighted to hear his beguiling voice calling my name.

 

“Teukkie then!” And he just had to break the calming atmosphere as he exclaimed a new name for me so suddenly. I shook my head hastily. No way in hell I’m going to let people hear him call me that!

 

“What? No! Leeteuk! Just Leeteuk! Don’t change my name to your own preference!” I retorted, speaking with affirmative as I was trying to be clear that I disliked that nickname. Ewwww, nicknames…..

“Na-ah! I still wanna call you Teukkie. It sounded better with your face.”

 

“What? What’s wrong with my face?”

 

“Your crooked face looked like a tensed string that was about to snap into two! You should really try to relax, Teukkie.” He clarified, a foolish grin imprinted on his face as he eyed my face.

 

“Hah? And care to tell me how on Earth would you calling me Teukkie would help me to relax?” I retaliated. It just didn’t make sense!

 

“I don’t know? But I’ll still call you Teukkie anyway. Teukkie is cuter! Teukkie, Teukkie, Teukkie!” He called my name so many times that it sounded too adorable in my ears now…. What the….

 

“Urgh!!” I just groaned in frustration, but still broke into a small smile soon after as I still found it somewhat pleasant to hear him calling me that cutely. Oh , , . I’m totally doomed now….

 

A content grin crept up on Han’s face as soon as he heard my groan of giving up. Satisfied with his easy victory, he then shifted his focus to the slice of chocolate cake on the table happily. He took the fork and cut a small piece of cake before he stuffed it into his mouth. I looked at him in sheer amaze as I watched the way he ate them. It looked so normal, that it just seemed so abnormal when seen with those wings attached to his back.

 

“Wow, you do know how to eat like a normal human would. I’m surprisingly impressed.” I said to him, caressing my chin as my eyes were fixed on the sight of him eating.

 

“Of course I would. I’ve been observing humans for years. I know now what’s common and what’s not in your world.” His brief clarification put some questions in my head, as I doubt he was telling me the truth.

 

"Yeah right."

 

I mumbled quietly more to myself as I just silently watched him eat the cake. His wings were still spreading out in the open, flipping eagerly every time he took a bite of the chocolate cake as though he was enjoying the food too much. I could only shook my head when I saw how oblivious Han was being to the stares that he was receiving. Did he really know the commons in our world and just chose to play ignorance or was he just being honestly clueless about everything but planned to feign a smartass? I just felt like choosing the former reason though, yet again.

 

"Are you done eating?" I asked him when I saw he put the fork down on the empty plate.

 

He just nodded his head as he on his lips, still trying to savor the precious taste on his tongue and lips. I sighed. At last. I then abruptly stood up from my seat and gestured him to do the same.

 

"Good, now we're leaving." I told him. He hesitantly stood up with his lips pursing into a small pout.

 

"Eh? Can’t we have more cakes first?" He grumbled, crossing his arms against his chest, his pout turning longer as he saw my stern face.

 

"You ate plenty already. We're going out." Well, I was lying obviously. He only ate a piece of cake, but I just found it stressing to have so many eyes scrutinizing us. Well, me particularly. So I had to end this now. I really need to find a way to send this angel back to heaven. Well, that sounded wrong. In a way or many.

 

"Fine. Stingy old man." He complained, his eyes narrowing much in dissatisfaction at me. I just rolled my eyes at him.

 

"FYI, I’m only 28 this year. I’m far away from being an old man and I’m still at my prime, okay." I hissed back annoyed. But those staring eyes were more annoying than this Han could ever be right now, so I just had to snap at him for being at fault.

 

"And dammit, why are your wings so freaking huge?!" Well, it wasn’t exactly his fault if his wings were huge, but I still wanted to say that it was his fault. Although I did think that I was a part of the center of attraction too. So I shouldn’t really put all the blame on him now, should I? You’ll know why though, just soon enough.

 

Han just shrugged his shoulder off at my question-turned-statement.

 

"Because wings are supposed to be huge?" He tried to reason with the angry me, but I could only released a very deep and long sigh at his answer. The answer did make sense, but what didn’t was why in this world would an angel had wings but couldn’t hide them when they were in a dire need?!

 

As I was fighting with my own thoughts about why angels were angels – just mind the random thoughts in my head – all of a sudden I heard Han asked the one question he shouldn’t be asking me.

 

"By the way, Teukkie? Why are people staring at you so intently?" His face was that of an innocent kid, I just couldn’t help but sigh yet again. Are you really clueless or what?!

 

"Urgh. It isn’t me whom they were staring at but you, Han. Now, we do need to do something about this though." I grunted for so many times, I already lost the count.

 

"Do what?" He returned another question, his almond shaped eyes rounded widely as he blinked at me, and as I looked at him, a slight hope suddenly bubbled up in my chest at the thought that he might actually have the solution to all these stares, but seeing how he was still sneaking up on me just to on the fork for the remaining cream of his cake, I could only shook my head heavily.

 

"Aish. Whom was I even trying to kid? I'll just settle this myself." I settled down with taking things into my own hands instead of having other people to do them. I let out a sigh as I looked at him.

 

"You stay here. I'll be back." His eyes rounded at me in disbelief so widely that I thought his eyes could pop out of them.

 

"Where are you going?! Are you going to leave me here all alone by myself? Aren’t you worried if I might be kidnapped? I'm just too pretty for people not to bother..." His voice trailed off as he bent his head low upon my glower on him. Huh, taste my wrath now. I thought with pride when I saw him cowering.

 

But when I saw how fidgety he became under my so-called wrath, my heart softened surprisingly. Why am I so weak around this ball of fluff here…? Okay, I give up being mad.

 

"You'll be fine, Han.” I said, trying to sound as calm and convincing as I could. I should try to be nice to him, at least for once, right? And so, with that thought, I continued on my speech of what I believe was a comforting word.

 

“You're a man. You aren't pretty and you should've been able to protect yourself if someone were really to kidnap you. Okay? Oh but I doubt that you would though."

 

"But what if he has a knife??" Han didn’t seem to be convinced at all. Hell, did he even listen to my words at all? I sighed really loudly this time.

 

"I can’t believe I’m actually asking you this, but could you have possibly watched too much k-dramas up there? Stop acting like a freaking girl." I hissed angrily as my strand of patience was surely starting to run thin, my eyes obviously bulging out in sheer annoy.

 

"But knives are really dangerous, Teukkie...."

 

"Then what’s the use of you having those freaking huge wings?! Just whipped them up with your wings until they fall flat on their own butts!!" I shrieked out, loudly if I might say. He flinched at my sudden raised tone as he fiddled with his slender fingers.

 

"Fine, but I’m still pretty..."

 

"Urgh whatever, Han. Just make sure you stay here. Don’t go anywhere else or do anything stupid. I meant it, Han."

 

"Fine fine! I got it! But I should still remind you that I do believe that you should've assign some bodyguards around me.... Because I'm just too pretty."

 

"Argh!" And I left him there without even bothering to reply.

 

I went upstairs as I searched for a large coat or at least a large enough blanket to hide those freaking wings from view in my huge office. But I didn't have any large coats or blanket to be honest, because who would?! It was clearly still September and it was still freaking hot in Korea! I was after all a hot-blooded person. I would even sweat under a full-blown air-conditioner. That’s how hot I am. As I wondered on where I should find any piece of huge cloth, one name suddenly crossed my head.

 

'Okay, fine. Siwon it is then. Where is he right now?' I finally decided to break out of my hard shell and talked to my long lost best friend. Well, not really a long lost friend because for all I know, he had always been there in the office ever since he first entered as one of my subordinates and of course he was also an important people in my company, he was after all the vice president right next after me. But I was just too stuck up and lost in my own world to notice how loyal Siwon had been to me, both as my subordinate and most importantly, as my friend. But why now? Why now out of all the time in these past years?

 

"Siwon...ssi..." I called hesitantly when I saw that well-toned figure in the meeting room, not knowing how I should address the named guy as it had been a long time since I actually have a decent talk with him. I noticed how everyone in the room turned their heads to me upon my call. Surprise was obviously written all over their faces, what more Siwon himself.

 

"Hai... Jung... I mean, Leeteuk-ssi. It’s been a long time since I heard you called my name... It’s a lot to take, really." I frowned at his words.

 

"Oh really? Then what have I been calling you with during all these past years?"

 

"Mr. Choi." He didn’t spare a second of hesitance as he simply answered my question. I swallowed thickly as the answer sunk in my head.

 

"Have I really...?" I didn’t manage to complete my sentence. I felt a huge sorrow suddenly growing so harshly beneath my chest. He just nodded his head, even the rest of the workers there did the same.

 

"Or dumb head." He suddenly added again when silence took over the room.

 

"You're lying." I cocked an eyebrow at him.

 

"You even called me a dimpled butthead." He said with a serious face. I was literally starting to sweat as realization came hitting down on me.

 

"Did I seriously...?" My voice was trembling.

 

"Nah, just kidding." He said. I widened my eyes at him as I head him chuckling naughtily, not to mention loudly.

 

"Siwon!!!" I freaked out in distress.

 

"Hahaha, sorry, sorry. But the dumb head was the truth though."

 

"Okay, I'm sorry..." I know a simple sorry wouldn’t compensate for all those years, but I felt a dire need to apologize at him right now. It just felt right that way.

 

"Nah, that’s okay, I know what you’re going through. So, what’s the big matter?" He asked, crossing his arms against his chest.

 

"What? Can’t I talk to you now? Do I really have to have a reason to speak to you?" I pretended to sulk as a slight pout escaped my lips.

 

"Oh come on, Leeteuk. You have been ignoring me for years, so don’t you tell me you don’t have any reason to suddenly come and speak to me first. You even called me Siwon, for God sake. That just meant something in itself. Now, spit it out." He blurted out. I cringed at him. Siwon, he always knew me best.

 

"Fine, I’ll just be blunt to you since you seemed to be asking me that. I need to borrow from you a large coat, or a large blanket at least."

 

"Are you kidding me? What made you think I would have those things in this freaking hot summer?"

 

"Stop heading me, Siwon. I perfectly knew you had those things in your office. I may not talk to you a lot these days but I’ve been watching you. I know perfectly well what you're doing with those things at nights in there. Don’t make me say what it is though...." I might sounded a little lenient when it came down to Siwon during those years, but a little pampering wouldn’t cost so much, would it? After all, he did his best to put up with me after everything I did to him. But a threat was something different though. Like I said, it was a dire need. And kindness should sometime be used for a small evil deed like this one. Sometimes.

 

"F-fine." He stuttered out a response and I smiled widely as I smelled victory.

 

"Here take this." He handed over the red blanket that he took from the cabinet behind his table to me. I hesitantly received the blanket.

 

"Did you wash this after you used them? I don’t really want to see some weird stuffs on it."

 

"It’s perfectly washed, Leeteuk... I haven’t gotten to use it for weeks now thanks to a certain someone dropping a whole load of work on my shoulders."

 

"Well, a whole gratitude to that certain someone then, he saved you from doing it on this blanket. I needed this. Thanks, Siwon." I thanked him sincerely as I was about to leave the room.

 

"Leeteuk, you have so many things to tell me now. I'll drop by your place sometimes soon. I meant it!" He shouted a little as I stood at the doorframe, looking back at him.

 

"Anytime, Siwon. My door is always locked for you," I shouted back, sticking my tongue out at him before I walked out, leaving both Siwon and the stunned workers of mine in that very same room.

 

"Yah Park Jungsoo!!!" I heard his loud shriek and I just giggled heartily at it.

 

It felt really nice to get to talk to Siwon again, talking and laughing like we had always used to do back when I was still Park Jungsoo. Now that I felt myself opening up again, I started to miss my other half as well. Kyuhyun.... Where did he go now...? Why haven’t he stayed in touch with me anymore? He must have given up on me. After all that I did to him, of course he would...

 

I walked towards Han with a dejected and worried look intermixing as the thought kept on rolling in my mind. As I was approaching the crowded cafeteria with the blanket clasped safely below my armpit, I had to hold in the embarrassment I was suffering for bringing this striking red blanket down to this crowded place as I noticed people were clearly whispering so loudly about me, damn I could even hear the details of them!

 

"Teukkie! What took you so long?! I'm so tired now and people keep on approaching my precious wings, its getting so annoying! I told you that you should have assigned some bodyguards around me!" He stomped his foot as his patience had ran out, sulking immediately when he finally saw me approaching him with a flushed face. I just let out a sigh.

 

'Aish, I really don’t know what I should do with this piece of fluff....'

 

Sighing yet again, I just handed over the blanket to him. "Here, just wrap this around you." He furrowed his eyebrows at my strange demand.

 

"Why? I’m not that cold." He refused. And did I ever mention that I was a short-tempered guy?

 

"Urgh, just do as I say! We have to hide those wings of yours. They are attracting too much attention already." Frustrated with everything, I groaned loudly. Han just perked his body up in such pride as he flapped opened his wings again.

 

"Of course they would. They were my precious beautiful wings! Just like their owner. Like how honeys attract swarm of bees." He said, proud. I cocked an eyebrow at him.

 

"But bees are the ones who made the honey---? Ah, . Never mind. You’re just too stupid for words. Now, just wrap your wings with that blanket!" I ordered him. He looked at me with a blank stare.

 

"So Teukkie, all I need to do is hide my wings then we’ll be fine? Is that what you’re trying to say?" He suddenly asked. I just sighed in relief.

 

"Yes! Finally! You actually understood what I was saying!" Too relieved and excited, I raised my voice into a pitching sound unintentionally.

 

"Then, why didn’t you say so earlier? I'll just make them vanish then."

 

And with a blow of air, his wings gradually disappeared into thin air. And now, he looked like any other normal gorgeous man ever existed on Earth, except that his outfit was far way too glittering for a common guy.

 

But in the end, I still groaned in sheer frustration as another realization struck my mind.

 

"What....?! You could do that?! Urgh! Why didn’t you tell me that earlier?! Then what’s the worth I suffered all those embarrassments for?!" I really felt like hitting my own head right now. Or struck it hard against the cemented wall. 

 

"You never asked~" He sang playfully as he flipped his long brunette hair.

 

". I swear you're going to be the death of me...."

 

"I'm not going to let Teukkie die though~ you'll have to bear with me then. Kkkkkkkkkkkk."

 

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