“Aunty dee, I want pancakes.” Junior positively beamed at his aunt, it was always fun having her over because it meant anything they wanted to eat.

“Okay, since it’s the weekend I’ll make pancakes for brunch, you should take your fruits and custard now.” She negotiated, they talked between themselves and even proceeded to shake on it before nodding at her.

“Mummy is coming back today, who’ll help me bake for her and Basra?” Hanan was the first to jump. As much as they loved having her over, they missed their parents because Sadiya only came back to rest before going back to the hospital and Abdulrahman had a lot on his plate, juggling between work, the hospital and home, it was a relief for all of them.

“Is Basra alright now?” Khadijah ruffled Aifa’s hair and smiled.

“Yes, you should keep praying for her alright, may Allah bless you all.” They chorused ameen and set to eat their breakfast while Khadijah got started on the pancakes.

Waleedah’s dinner was scheduled for 9pm and she had to go to the shop to make sure all the dresses were the right fit, though she’d tried all on, she wanted to make sure, the wedding fatiha was yesterday, she went while Kamla watched the children, though Sadiya had wanted to take them over to Baraka’s, she didn't mind not attending all the events and neither did the bride so it wasn’t a problem, besides Waleedah had told her to rest.

She was frying the pancakes when she heard voices, Sadiya’s maid, Karima continued while she went to check on them. The sight she saw warmed her heart, the children were wrapped up in their mother’s arms asking how Basra was. She was doing much better though she looked weak and was cocooned in her father’s arms.

Khadijah greeted the couple who tried thanking her but she stopped them with, weren’t they her kids too.

She served the pancakes with apple maple syrup and strawberries, Basra who loved strawberries ate a bit and even sat and watched her favorite cartoon with her siblings.

“I’ll be back tonight so you can rest and take care of yourself.” She hugged her sister and kissed the children before leaving.

She went home first before taking a bath and a nap, she got everything ready for the dinner and set for the Alieros’.

Kamla had thankfully found her phone in the kitchen in one of the cupboards, she kept it there when she was making breakfast and had forgotten to remove it from do not disturb. She saw several missed calls and messages when she picked it up, it rang again almost immediately.

“Here I was starting to think you blocked me?” Fahad teased the second she picked.

“No, I’m sorry, God, I left the phone in a cupboard.” She knew she sounded ridiculous but what could she say really.

“Cupboard? How?” he said through laughter.

“I honestly don’t remember, and it was in DND, Kamla was looking for something and found it.”

“Is this the Khadijah and devices tale?” this time she laughed.

“I see Huda is up and moving.”

“Yes she is, her diet has been changed again and she is not very happy about it, she is trying to convince ammie to let her stay longer and I don’t have the heart to tell her she’s going back to school.” He didn’t sound very sorry though.

She’d seen the bubbly teenager up and about very excitedly, her happy mood was contagious, it was almost impossible to not laugh in her presence. She hadn’t seen Fahad though, so it was the first time they were talking since the night she had an almost panic attack.

“How are you?” he asked after a comfortable silence, she knew he was talking about that. She hadn’t thought about it, too busy with things and all but it was nice that he hadn’t forgotten or asked her to talk about it.

“I’m fine, thank you for asking.”

“Anytime, now since we haven’t gone out for the past few days and Layla has successfully ditched me since the wedding started, how about I come and pick you up tonight?”

“Sure why not.” Not having to drive, that was heaven on earth for her there was no way she would let that opportunity pass.

“Perfect, what time should I come?” she did a mental calculation. She wanted to go back and check on Basra before the time of the event.

“How about five at my sister’s place?” he said it was alright and she hung up.

She sent him the address not sure he still remembered, to keep herself engaged before she had to leave, she set to make muffins for the children, also Basra loved muffins and Sadiya had been craving them, it was killing four birds with one stone if she added wanting to keep herself distracted.

She hasn’t had time to herself with the wedding and everything, seeing the almost full Aliero house, she realized just how large the extended family was. Most of Layla’s cousins from Kebbi and the ones from dr. Sakinah’s family from minna were around and it was safe to say the Aliero manor seemed small to take them all, some had to be taken to the guest house that was a few streets down. She now realized why they had a ridiculously large family house.

She could remember the first event which was the henna party, she’d breezed in and out, what made her stay long was greeting mamie and ummi who were surrounded by guests, it surprised her a bit that the wedding mood hadn’t suffocated her like it normally did.

The kamu which they did in the traditional Fulani sense, though she saw some of the family still weren’t happy that they decided to have the wedding in Kaduna and not kebbi like they normally did. She’d heard multiple people complaining about it, the bratty witchers, that was what Layla called them, whatever that meant.

Though she understood where alhaji Tafida was coming from, with the state of insecurity in the country, it would be a stupid move to travel all the way for a wedding.

There was still no news about their cousin that was kidnapped there still wasn’t any news from him or the kidnappers, she could tell his family because they always had this bad energy around them, she didn’t blame them though but they couldn’t blame the Aliero's either, Layla had said something about them still searching for him but not making it obvious by going about the wedding so as to ward off suspicion, seems like his family didn’t care for that.

Khadijah tried not to be nosy but she knew it would be pointless when Layla was involved, a conversation between some of her cousins made her understand why Layla didn’t like the extended family, she could remember vividly what had transpired.

“Layla when is your wedding?” the lady who asked the question couldn’t be more than twenty six or maybe they were the same age.

Layla gave her a tight lipped smile but didn’t reply, she was too busy trying to pick which of her gowns was perfect for the event, Khadijah had teased her for having more clothes than the bride.

“She is still waiting on Jawad isn’t she? Where is he anyways, I haven’t seen him.” The person who said that was trying to pacify her child who was crying but that didn’t stop her from running her mouth. This was why Khadijah hated sitting around some married women, they think they were better than everyone else.

Layla literally froze, her cousin smiled in satisfaction but it was short lived when Layla turned to her with a mocking smile, “Mazida you see, the thing is me waiting for him and where he is doesn’t matter because what we all know is that at the end of the day, when he comes back from wherever it is he is, he’ll come straight to me.” Her heart felt constricted because she wasn’t so sure he would go to her that time. “And you my dearest cousin will still be on the sidelines hoping he would notice you.” She removed the gown that was halfway up her body and stepped out of it. “If I were you, I’d put my energy and time into going back to my husband’s house rather than walking around with a toddler padding over a single man who doesn’t even notice my existence.” With that she walked out of the room and went to her mother’s to dress, ignoring her cloudy vision.

Khadijah had asked if she was okay, she still haven’t told he what happened in Abuja and when she asked after Jawad, she only told her he’d left.

The sound of the oven disrupted her thoughts; she picked the oven mitts and removed the last batch of the muffins.

She felt strange and everything felt bland, blaming it on her thoughts of Layla’s cousins she picked her phone and dialed Layla who picked up almost immediately.

“Hey, how is Basra?’ she asked immediately after picking.

“She’s fine, they got discharged this morning. Are you at home?” Layla said something to someone in the background before she heard her voice.

“No, I’m at hamma Mahmud’s, if I stayed any longer in that house, I would’ve killed someone because I’ve been tempted.” Khadijah chuckled a bit at that before telling her she was coming over.

“Dee, why don’t you my darling drive us today, I tried to book hamma Shaheed but he glared at me and told me he was busy, now it would be fun to have one Waleedah’s brothers’ in law be my personal chauffer but I don’t want all those delusional aunties to think they’ll be another wedding between the families.” In a lower voice she added mockingly, “A Aliero royal wedding part two they’ll call it.”

Through her laughter Khadijah told her she wasn’t driving and that Fahad was taking her.

“Yeah, I even forgot, hamma Fahad would do it, he’s the nicest in my family right now, it used to be Jawad because he would drop anything for….” She stopped as if realizing where the conversation was heading. “I’ll call you when I’m done.” Her voice was sober when she said that, she hung up almost immediately not waiting for Khadijah’s reply.

Khadijah arrived at Sadiya’s house quarter past four, the house was quiet which surprised her a bit but when she saw the children sleeping it made more sense. Sadiya and Abdulrahman had gone to the hospital because Sadiya was feeling a bit of pain. Basra woke up not much later and went to her aunt and cuddled up in her arms, Khadijah didn’t mind though, if anything it calmed her down.

She had always felt a special connection to Basra, maybe it was because she would’ve been the same age with her last child had she survived. She felt tears brim her eyes, it didn’t matter, Basra was like her second chance.

She took a deep breath to get her breathing back to normal, Basra’s body was a little warm and she considered taking her to the hospital but she changed her mind and called Sadiya, she told her it was normal because her temperature has been like that since before they were discharged and the doctor said it was nothing to worry about.

Khadijah gave her a warm bath still not comfortable. Hanan was the first to wake up and she asked after her parents, after informing her they were at the hospital and that she should pray for them, Khadijah presented her with the tray of muffins earning a very large grin from her, they woke the kids up because it was already to four and sleeping after asr wasn’t good.

“Aunty Dee, are you staying over again tonight?” she looked up at Aifa who was finishing the last of her muffin.

“Do you want me to sleepover?” Khadijah asked her niece with a small smile, crouching to her level, they were standing in the kitchen because she wanted warm milk. Aifa deliberated for a moment before nodding.

“I want you to stay but I also want mummy and daddy to come back.” With a small sad smile Khadijah picked her niece up and hugged her to her body.

“They will be back later insha Allah and I’ll sleep over too okay?” she nodded resting her head on her shoulders.

After she made the kids pray, they sat in the living room to watch paw patrol, she noticed they weren’t as active as usual. Their sister’s sickness and parent’s absence must be getting to them, she didn’t like the somber mood so she asked if they wanted to play a game, junior who couldn’t really say no to his aunt was the first to agree, Basra had been quiet which Khadijah didn’t find at all comforting, she would fix that.

“Bibi, since you haven’t been at home in a while, should we go and get ice cream?” she heard a chorus of yes but Basra didn’t say anything, she only looked half interested in whatever they were doing. It was probably fatigue since she was still recuperating, she thought.

They got their things, which included a small veil for Hanan and Aifa, the former said she was a big girl and she should be covering up, Khadijah only smiled at her and they got in the car. She tried to start the ignition but it didn’t budge, with a sigh of annoyance she turned to the kids who looked crestfallen.

“It’s okay aunty dee, we’ll just go another time.” Hanan assured trying to be understanding.

Khadijah stopped for minute to think then smiled, she picked her phone and dialed someone she knew wouldn’t mind.

“Dee, did you miss me now?” she couldn’t help but smile.

“Now why would I do that?”

“Well, I’m hurt, what’s up?” he said with an overly exaggerated sigh.

“My car….you know what, are you busy?” she asked instead.

“Busy trying to avoid my family members, what do you need?” she heard someone calling his name, with a groan he told her he’ll call her back and she should text her address.

“We are still going, so let’s just wait for a bit yeah.” They nodded enthusiastically and walked back to the house.

Not up to half an hour she received Fahad’s call telling her he was outside, she informed Karima who just returned from the market and with Basra’s children car seat and walked out.

He alighted his car immediately after seeing them and helped Khadijah with the car seat, the children greeted him while he got it set up eliciting a smile from him, they were so well mannered.

They tried to get Basra to sit in her seat but she refused, when they saw her lips trembling a tantrum on the way, Khadijah decided to hold her in the front seat.

“Babysitting?” she smiled and nodded.

He looked at Basra in her arms, she was the exact replica of her father. He knew him because they worked once with ammie and he remembered seeing her once in Khadijah’s arms like that the first time he manipulated Layla into letting him drive her, it felt like a century ago.

“She likes you holding her a lot I see.”

“No actually, well yes but she’s sick and she gets real clingy.” She didn’t mind though, if anything she sounded happy about the clingy part.

The word sick stuck to him and he found himself looking at the toddler, really look at her and he noticed she was a bit pale. He prayed for her in his mind before voicing, “May Allah grant her quick shifa.” He heard her siblings say ameen and it warmed his heart more.

“What’s your name?” he asked her. Basra looked up at him, she didn’t know him so she turned and hugged her aunt closer.

“Basra.” Aifa said from the backseat, relishing the sweet in her hands.

“That’s a beautiful name and yours.” He asked looking at from the rearview with a smile on his lips.

“Fatimah Aifa, this is ya hanan and ya junior.” She introduced pointing at her elder siblings.

“Nice to meet you all, I’m Fahad.”

“Just Fahad?” she asked curiously, thinking, wasn’t he supposed to be uncle because to her every older person was an uncle or aunt since she couldn’t well call them by their name.

“Well, my sisters call me hamma but you can call me…” he pretended to be stuck and junior helped.

“Uncle?” he asked then added before anyone could reply, “That’s what we call daddy’s friends.”

“But I’m not daddy’s friend.”

“You’re aunty dee’s friend and she’s our aunt.” He nodded thoughtfully like they just solved the world’s greatest mystery.

He swiftly parked the car in the driveway of smart kids, he helped the kids out and Aifa held his hands, Basra wanted to start crying when Khadijah tried to get her to go with them, with a resigned sigh.

“Chocolate chips for her.” She told him when he asked what to get them.

“And you?” she shook her head, she didn’t care for ice cream.

When they returned with the children happily taking their ice cream, he asked more about Basra and he didn’t know but she just intrigued him.

He saw how excited and animated Khadijah looked telling him about her antics, he listened attentively imputing when sometimes. All three kids told him their own stories with their baby sister, who had fallen asleep in her aunts arms.

One story led to another and Aifa or was it Hanan who said something about her being an SS so she was sick most of the time. He could’ve sworn his heart stopped beating for a while, he found himself looking at her small body that held her aunt’s like her life depended on it, even in her sleep. He found himself praying for her under his breath, there was nothing that scared him in the world like a child being sick.

Sadiya and Abdulrahman were already back when they returned. Of course Abdulrahman recognized him immediately he entered with much persuasion from Khadijah, he inquired after Basra’s health and they sat to talk for a bit while Khadijah changed for the dinner, they were going to go and pick Layla up from Mahmud’s.

“I’ll come back here.” Sadiya nodded hugging her younger sister, as much as she could with the bump in the way.

Khadijah and Fahad settled in the car and he found himself asking more about Basra, she has a place in his heart even though he literally just met her.

They picked Layla up and together drove to the event.

“I heard you disappeared from the house, hamma Shaheed is so going to kill you because he had to drive to the airport like four times and then the highlight of it, he was forced to drive Mazida and her friends, the icing on the cake,” she cackled, literally cackled earning an amused smile from Khadijah while Fahad had an evil smile on, he was dead alright. “you know that Saudah Aliero?” he nodded, that girl couldn’t keep her mouth shut for five seconds to save her life, and she talked like the person next to her was deaf, she also had a high pitched voice and was tone deaf and was always singing. It would be good, he thought waiting for Layla to continue, she was having too much fun with that and so was he,be couldn't deny it or pretend.

“Well, baffa thought it a good idea to pair the two up and see what will come of it, to cut the story short, she was in the car with him throughout from the first time he went to the airport and she is his date tonight.” She looked like a child given candy. “So hamma if I were you, I would have a check in with my attorney and have my will rechecked.” More evil laughter.

They had to stop by the guesthouse where Waleedah and her close friends were staying to get Layla’s raw silk that she forgot with Waleedah’s things.

“I know hamma,” Waleedah was saying on the phone when Layla entered her room so she didn’t notice her.

“She’s fine I promise…..yes….okay, I won’t tell her you have my word” she sighed before mumbling, “Hamma Jawad it’ll be fine, okay then bye we’ll talk later.” She took of the air pods then turned to ask who was in the room and if Layla was there when she made eye contact with her sister, her eyes widened but she was quick to cover it up.

“That was quick, it’s on the bed.” She was playing with her henna stained hands and refused to look at her sisterly directly.

“Oh okay thanks.” Layla mustered up a smile and took the raw silk, “You look great princess, your prince will be swept off his feet.” She winked making Waleedah chuckle. Her now husband, the son of the Emir of Bauchi, they don’t let a moment pass without teasing her, everyone knew how she hated royal families, it was ironic she married into one.

She turned and left with that, shrugging what she heard off her shoulder. They were done with the back and forth, he said it himself.

With her mood dampened a bit, Layla walked into the elegantly decorated hall, the gold and off white giving it calming and a classy vibe. The hall was already packed and she was grateful for the multiple air conditioners, Waleedah had said she wanted a small wedding and this was in no way small but did she really expect small and their family to be in the same sentence.

Khadijah who noticed Layla’s strange mood since when she returned from Waleedah's place commented on it but didn’t push her, she too had been feeling down since they left Sadiya’s.

She sat at darker part of the hall her mind completely elsewhere, Layla had gone off to find one of her siblings to dump the responsibility that was given to her and simultaneously avoiding Shaheed and his new tail, thinking about that made her smile involuntarily.

Speaking of which she saw him making his way over to her, she looked around thinking Layla was close by but saw no one, she shrugged when he sat beside her and threw his head back, they’ve never talked only pleasantries which he always replied curtly so she didn’t know what to say to him, choosing the safer option she busied herself with her fingers, if she’s learnt anything from Layla it was to not talk to that specific brother and she was exceptionally not going to try her luck when she’d just finished hearing he was out for blood, self preservation.

“You’re smarter than Layla right?” was the first thing he said, she raised her brows in confusion, with a frustrated sigh he continued, sounding every bit displeased, “I’m tempted to kill my sister and cousin, I need someone who knows how to hide a body.” She smiled in amusement, relishing how it came easy to her the past few days, she nodded with a thoughtful smile.

“Depends on what you want to give in compensation.” She decided to play along talking in a low voice like she was telling him a secret.

“Anything you want,” he didn’t miss a beat, “I just want a neat job.” She would’ve thought he was serious because his voice sounded every bit serious but she saw the humor in his usually cold eyes.

“In that case, tell me the time and place.” She felt another presence before the voice came.

“Hello brother, planning how to kill me?” Fahad smiled smugly at Shaheed who returned the favor with a glare, one that could make a person shiver and she would’ve too if it was directed at her.

“Yes I am.” He admitted turning to Khadijah. “Are you familiar with the law?”she shook her head no, “I’ll tell you then, the punishment for treason is death in section 37(1) of the criminal code and subsection2 is death in the Nigeria’s constitution, and my brother,” his sarcasm couldn’t be missed, “right here is a traitor, so what is his verdict?” he turned to the culprit with another bone chilling glare, the object of his anger was smiling like he just won a million dollars.l, make that billion he looked entirely too happy

“Death,” Fahad sat up with a jerk.

“You’re going along with this, I thought we were friends.” He feigned heartbreak, his face crestfallen.

“We are, which is why I’m helping you right your wrongs.” This time Shaheed smiled and she realized she has never seen him smile, he looked a whole lot better with a smile.

She saw a different side of Shaheed and when the two interacted it made her want an elder brother all the more, Huda joined them at some point and spent the whole time gushing about her clothes, she took pictures with Khadijah, took pictures of herself, forced her brother to take pictures of them and herself, she later left and went back to people her age, like she said, Layla joined them and some other cousins that kept to themselves thankfully, she guessed it was more for Shaheed’s presence than their own free will but she didn’t care, they kept quiet and that was enough for her.

“Hamma fahad,” he looked up at the girl that couldn’t be more than twenty, he couldn’t remember her name for the life of him, “When are you going back to Australia?’ he raised one eyebrow at her wondering why the hell she thought she could question him, as if realizing her blunder she cleared her throat unnecessarily, because well her throat seemed fine just moments ago.

“I erm, I got admission and daddy thought I could come with you.” He nodded not bothering to answer her. A girl beside her nudged her discretely and whispered something in her ear making her glare at her.

“So when are you leaving?” she didn’t give up, with a frown he said something in fulde making her keep quiet.

Layla snickered beside Khadijah making her shake her head, he was trying to be nice in his own way, or maybe not, she was probably the only person that doesn’t understand and speak Fulani there.

Khadijah’s phone rang which made her head out, she saw Kamla’s name and her heart skipped a beat, she prayed everything was fine before answering.

“Aunty Khadijah, can you come back please?”

“Okay, I’ll be on my way, is everything alright?” she asked semi panicked, there was an edge to her voice that didn’t settle well with Khadijah.

“Yes,” she hesitated before adding, “Ya Sadiya said to call you, they are going to the hospital again.” She ended the call saying she would be there in a few minutes.

She started rushing towards the parking lot when she remembered she hadn’t brought her car and she regretted it instantly.

“Are you okay?” she jumped hearing the new voice, he moved a bit forward and she calmed down, she tried to force a smile but it wavered.

“Hi.” She greeted Farhan who was dressed in a white brocade babban riga with golden hand embroidery, he had on a zanna bukar cap that was perched perfectly atop his head, you could mistaken him for the groom, though she didn’t exactly find him over dressed and most of the men were wearing white from the bride’s side, also he was the groom's friend.

“I haven’t seen you this week, hope you’ve been fine.” He said not noticing how she was dancing on her feet.

“Erm ,yes I’ve been busy.” She looked around hoping to catch a glimpse of Fahad.

“Are you looking for someone?” he looked around too, she nodded and then shook her head immediately after. “Khadijah calm down and tell me what’s wrong?”

She took a deep breath and forced her feet to stay still, “My niece just got rushed to the hospital I need to go.” She wasn’t sure what she said but he nodded.

“Let me take you there,” she missed the somber expression on his face, they walked to his car together and he opened the door for her seeing she was still a bit shaken up.

He didn’t ask for directions but she didn’t care seeing he was on the right track, they were on the route that'll take them to the main street that led to Sadiya's when her phone rang again, his eyes moved to her figure that was rigid, she didn’t pick the call even when it stopped ringing and started again.

“Khadijah?” he called her for the third time, he was starting to get worried because she wasn’t responding.

It took a full minute before she turned to him slowly, her eyes looked hollow taking him aback, he’d seen her have a panic attack but nothing scared him as much as that.

“Khadijah, pick your phone that’s the fifth time they are calling.” She shook her head no. “Why not?” he asked softly though he was perplexed.

“It’s not good news.” She whispered the words like they were a curse.

“It can be good news but you won’t know until you pick the phone.” He assured.

“But what if it isn’t?” it took all his self restraint to not to reach out and hug her.

“It is insha Allah, I’m here.” His voice was soft, it gave her confidence and the reassurance she needed, with a nod from him she called Kamla again, her heart beating against her ribcage with every ring, she was about to pull the phone from her ear when she heard a beep indicating she has picked.

At first it was deathly quiet then she heard a sob making the blood in her body freeze, not only that, the whole world stopped, her world stopped.

“Aunty Sadiya…..” was all she heard before she hung up, her whole body shaking.

“Stop the car.” Farhan looked at her confused but he did what she said nevertheless.

“Khadijah…” he started but she stopped him with her palm raised.

“I’m fine, I just need to catch my breath.” He nodded and rolled down the windows. She was looking at the dark street not really seeing anything, it was just dark, void, that was how she felt, empty.

Farhan stepped out of the car when his phone rang not to disturb her but she didn’t even seem to notice, she was just staring straight ahead.

“Mammy,” he called his mother the second he picked.

“Habibi, is everything okay?” he made an incoherent sound at the back of his throat.

“Farhan please,” he took a deep breath not sure he would be able to speak, his throat felt blocked. He felt like he was being choked, like two arms were wrapped around his throat blocking his airway. "Okay, may Allah ease your affairs," she prayed then hung up, he could hear the shakiness in her voice though she tried to sound strong.

With deliberate steps he went back to the car, the sight he saw broke his heart but he decided to be strong, he opened the passenger door and crouched so they were at eye level with each other, Khadijah turned and looked at him, looked through him because he was sure she wasn’t seeing him.

“Let me take you home, you’ll be fine.” She nodded absently then went back to staring at nothing, he closed the door and walked to driver’s side. He started the ignition and drove to Sadiya’s house the soothing voice of Omar Hisham keeping them company.

The lights were on but there was a certain melancholic aura surrounding the whole building, he parked the car and stepped out he walked over to her door and opened.

“Come now.” It took a full minute for her to respond and slowly she walked out and followed him inside.

Abdulrahman was the only person seated in the living room, junior and Aifa were cuddled up close to him. Junior had tears streaming down his face while Aifa was sitting quietly, she didn’t know why her father was suddenly sad and her brother was crying but she felt the shift of mood too.

“Ya abdul,” Khadijah called in a shaky voice, he looked up with red rimmed eyes and tried to smile.

“Khadijah, how are you?” he asked his voice hoarse.

“Ya abdul,” she called again her voice breaking at end. He took a sharp intake of breath and turned to junior who started crying over again.

“Take your aunt to umma, hmmm.” The boy nodded but made no move to get up, Aifa had tears too now, seeing her brother crying.

“Ya hakuri?” Farhan asked taking a seat beside Abdulrahman who was talking monotonously, he’d only noticed Khadijah wasn’t alone when she went upstairs with Aifa in her arms who was crying and calling out to her mother.

“Allah yaji kanta, yasa ta huta.” He said ameen and tried to pacify his son who was full on sobbing now. 

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