KAEDE | HAYASHI

ODETTE MOETTI WAS interesting.

It was half-five on a Tuesday morning and I was thinking about a girl I'd only learnt the name of yesterday: I wasn't sure which was more bizarre.

There was no way on earth that I'd usually be up at this time; I loved my sleep. But I'd woken up some time in the night and couldn't rest. It didn't take long for me to deduct that my first basketball practice scheduled for today was responsible.

The bad sleep cycle was just a physical manifestation of my anxiety on how well it would go. Still, I'd felt too antsy to sit in bed with only my thoughts for company, so I'd left my bed for the court.

But I'd only just entered the court when my mind had drifted to Odette. In my defence, the statement was relevant, especially after last night.

Despite how quiet she was initially, she'd ended up making a joke by the end of the night. As horrible as it was, it'd made me laugh and reminded me of Cai's opinion of my own ( so I couldn't say much ). I didn't know where she'd pulled it from with the stressful evading we were doing minutes before. I was ready to throttle Neo for nearly landing us in trouble but she'd eased the tension before it had come to that.

Last night had taught me that poets didn't go on and on about eyes of their muses for no reason. Hers were such a dark shade of brown, they were almost black. They were the first thing my gaze was drawn too every time I looked to her and it was difficult to escape their pull. I really hoped she hadn't felt my fast heart rate when we'd had to hold hands.

Against my will, my gaze drifted to the hand that had been in hers. I felt heat climb up my neck at the memory and shook my head of the thought.

I need to focus on basketball, not pretty girls.

I dropped my sports bag on the bench closest to the right hoop. I took a quick swig from the water bottle I'd taken out of the mini fridge in the dorm. I needed to warm up, then grab a ball. I'd decide on what skill to practice then.

I nodded to myself and put the bottle back by my bag before starting my warm up. As usual, I began with stretches to ensure I wouldn't pull anything vital. Then I moved on to a couple of laps round the court to get my heart pumping and blood flowing.

Feeling energised, I went and grabbed a basketball from the storage room. Despite being filled to the brim with basketball equipment, it was tidy. I didn't doubt Cai's deep clean from last year was still in affect.

I headed back to the right hoop and readied myself to start taking shots. My first one went in easy and I jogged to go get it from where it rolled away when I heard the court doors open.  I payed it no mind; I wouldn't be surprised if Neo had trailed in after me.

The last thing I expected after picking up the ball and looking to the entrance was to find someone else entirely.

"Is that you Odette?"

Whoever it was, had their back to me so I couldn't make out the their face. But my gut told me it was her and I didn't know how to feel about it. I'd only met the girl three days ago, the fact that I could recognise her frame so quickly. . .

I scratched my head.

Judging from her hand on the door handles, she was going to leave. I couldn't tell if it was because she'd spotted me and knew it was me or because she was thrown off at seeing someone else in general.

My hands tightened on the ball in my hands as I took a few steps closer. I wished that my guess was right, wished that it was wrong.

What would I do if it really was her? What would I do if it wasn't? Would I make a fool of myself regardless?

And why hadn't whoever it was responded?

I pushed myself to speak before she really did leave. "You alright?"

A hand of hers had shifted to pinch at the nape of her neck and I wondered if it was an unconscious move. But it seemed like my question had jolted her back to the present because she turned around in the next second.

Bambi eyes.

They were what mine landed on first and only strengthened the use of the nickname in my head.

Despite what I'd heard over the past few days, she suited her hair cut. I had the school sport posters hung up in sport buildings as a judge for what it looked like before, but I preferred it now. The expanse of her face was no longer hidden behind dark strands and I could see the plump lips she was gnawing on, the soft shape of her nose and her angular brows.

Neo couldn't say I was exaggerating at all, she really was beautiful.

My ears heated at the thought before I dispelled it and looked at what she'd brought with her. If her being up so early wasn't odd enough, she had a pair of roller-skates in her hand. My earlier musing wasn't proven wrong yet; she'd only gotten more interesting.

What was she doing here? And with skates? Didn't she have the whole swimming stadium that school had renovated due to her existence?

I had to say something instead of looking at her like a right muppet— but what was the question.

I didn't want to come across as angry and ask why she was on the court in the first place first. I was more taken aback than anything else but I couldn't think of a way to slip it into the conversation. Into a conversation I didn't know how to start.

My thoughts were all for nothing since she beat me to the chase. "I. . ."

Like yesterday, I realised she was taller than the school photos made her out to be— but still shorter than me. A baggy shirt draped her muscled frame and she wore matching grey trackies. The short sleeves, coupled with her built arms on display, meant that my gaze lingered before I forced myself to look away, ears hot.

I was raised better than that.

Her very presence was magnetic so it didn't surprise me that my eyes remained on her but shifted to safer territory. My averted greys landed on the boots dangling from one of her fingers.

Was she planning on roller-skating here?

I didn't mean to voice my thoughts without hesitation but they ended up leaving my lips. "You skate?"

My vision found her again as I tried to figure out if I'd said the wrong thing— then word vomited to redeem myself. "You don't have to be embarrassed about it, it takes skill to try something new— if you're new that is. But even if you're not, it's still, not embarrassing at all."

"I'm not embarrassed about it, it's just—" She started like she was going to say more but cut herself off.

I waited for her in case she wanted to speak but she remained silent. The laces of her boots were no longer loosely hanging from her hands, but clenched within her grip. We weren't standing close, but I was able to see the pink lines forming against her palms the longer she lost circulation. Prompted at her unusual reaction, I glanced at her face.

I was unprepared for the glassy sheen to those eyes of hers that were set on the ground. Her lips trembled before she bit down on her bottom lip and I felt something in my stomach drop.

"Odette?" My voice sounded strange to my own ears; I'd never spoken so softly. "Are you alright? Did I say something wrong?"

I only knew how to comfort my friends with hugs, but we weren't that close so I didn't know what to offer.

She blinked and all of a sudden her heavy gaze was laid solely on me.

Focus.

"Yes."

The word was weak and I wanted to ask again if something was wrong— if I'd done something wrong. Something to make her brows well up with tears.

But I didn't get a chance to because she spoke up first.

"We'll share the court— I'll keep out of your way." It was clear she'd forgotten she had her skate laces wrapped around her hands when she went to clumsily gesture to the opposite side of the hall. "I'll be over there."

Like yesterday, when I heard her speak for the first time, I noted her Northern accent. It was something English, but new to my ears. It was like rolling waves crashing against rocks, that even now when weighed with emotion, was melodic. Something I didn't think she knew had the power to captivate.

Before I could haul my attention away from surveying her face, she scarpered off to the other side of the court. I wanted to ease her somehow, at least let her know I was fine with the arrangement, but she moved fast.

Even with how loud my thoughts were, I couldn't bring myself to pull out my headphones to listen to music. I soon found she was an absent mumbler and I was relieved that her soft words were less burdened than before. Her mutters were interesting, in that unique, little accent of hers. I wanted to commit the way she pronounced her vowels to memory so I could try and google it later.

Neo would know what it was if I described it well enough.

Not wanting to look like a weirdo, I headed back over to the hoop I was shooting shots in before she'd showed up.

I only realised after my third attempt at shooting from the midcourt line — but stopping before the ball left my fingers — that my body was trying to tell me something. My shoulders had a odd set of tension weighing them down and my ankles were acting funny. It didn't take me long to figure out why when I remembered that before a certain someone's appearance, I was perfectly fine.

I didn't want to practice where she could see.

I'd only ever done so with my teammates or my family. It felt odd to let someone that I didn't know well have a view of it. Solo practice was where I worked on everything I wasn't confident about and primed my skills until I was.

I was captain now so everyone always held big expectations of me, ones that I didn't blame them for with my dream to play in the NBA. But it didn't give me the space or security to fail. To make mistakes. Here, the empty basketball court gave me that space— or did.

I hated feeling vulnerable around people I didn't trust— or know in this case. And for however pretty Odette was, I didn't know much about her.

My eyes found their way over to her again and I noted her frame on the wheeled contraptions. Motorbikes were more up my street and looked safer than what she was doing. Still, she'd come prepared and I had to give her credit for being fully decked in protective gear. I didn't doubt having an injury here would hinder her swimming.

However, she moved with a gentle grace. It was clear she hadn't been rolling for a long time, but she was comfortable with shifting her weight from one side of her body to the other. It made her hips sway in a hypnotising way and I looked away once I realised I was staring.

I was definitely on my way to making her feel uncomfortable— if she wasn't already that is.

But a thud brought my attention back to the girl. It was loud enough to echo across the space and made the muscle in my chest jump. It took me longer than it should to realise that she'd fallen front-first onto the floor.

I dropped the ball in my hands and jogged over to her.

Why wasn't she moving?

Her face was hidden between her crossed arms so I couldn't tell if she was fine or not.

Had she hurt herself badly?

"How're you? Are you grand?" The words left me quickly, fuelled by my shock.

I mentally berated myself for how I'd worded the phrase. When panicking, my accent often strengthened in a way that I'd been told was hard to decipher. I needed to keep a level head.

But there wasn't a pause to her sombre response. "I'm fine."

She didn't look it.

I tried to look closer at her for any injuries but she was determined to keep her face hidden.

"Are y'sure you're fine?" I didn't want to bother her if she was, but I wanted to make sure. "I can take you to the Hospital Wing if you want?"

I was about to move closer when her mumble reached my ears. "Sorry about my attitude, I really am fine and thankful for the concern. I thought you'd come over to laugh at me."

Attitude?

A few seconds passed before I registered her words; too busy looking over her for any visible injuries. I crouched down beside her felled form and shook my head to myself.

Laugh? I'd be a right eejit to laugh.

I outstretched my hand, even though she couldn't see it. "Don't worry about any attitude, I'd be embarrassed too. I promise I'm not here to laugh at you, just to check if you're okay and if you want any help up."

I almost fell back from my squat when she turned her face towards me. This was the closest we'd ever been, never mind last night.

I was able to note the beauty mark on her left cheek, her fresh baby hairs and the lighter ring to her irises I hadn't before. My heart knocked against my ribs but I put it down to the shock of our proximity.

Bambi-eyes indeed.

She took my hand and I tried to focus on scanning her face for any marks instead of how her hand felt in mine ( for the second time ). "Thank you."

I pulled her up in one swift movement and couldn't help but think about how light she was in comparison to the weights I usually lifted.

She only stared at me and it gave me an excuse to do the same until I snapped myself out of it.

"It's nothing."

Get a grip lad. You've seen load's of attractive people in your life, why are you getting lost in your thoughts now?

I wasn't surprised that my mind trailed back to Reyes and I felt my mood dampen. My jaw tightened when I only realised our hands were still conjoined after an alarm came from her Applewatch. I dropped her palm like it was hot and hoped she didn't take offence.

"Right. Um, still and sorry for assuming."

My head dipped like a bobble head before I forced myself to turn away, to cut off my view of her. I'd been staring for way too long, plus she didn't deserve to be compared to Reyes, no one did.

Even at the mental chastising, I still felt my guards rise. I rummaged through my bag in an attempt to leave the past where it was: I had things to do. I had to nip back to the dorm to make sure Neo was up, shower, then talk to my maths teacher before classes started; I didn't have time to be distracted.

I needed to reject Mr Collins' idea for me to be a maths tutor before he went ahead and added my name to the list of students offering. It wasn't that I was bad at the subject, — I was predicted an A* for the A-Level — Sir was had our personal statements at the forefront of his mind.

He thought it would look good if I could add that I'd done tutoring. I didn't have the heart to tell him that my plan of being an accountant was actually my backup for after I finished my basketball career.

I'd have to tutor in the morning since basketball practice was either in the afternoon or evenings. Plus, I just didn't want to talk to strangers or be around them. I was satisfied with helping my mates in the math they had in their courses, not random people.

I didn't realise I was dragging my hands through my hair until a soft, "Kaede," bounced around the space.

I spun around to spot Odette by the exit. The urge to ask her if she was alright again in the silence that followed nearly crested, but she sent me a quick wave.

"Thank you— for everything Kaede."

Why did it sound like a goodbye?

I stared at the girl, noting all her nervous signs: in her fingers fiddling with her bag, in the way she gnawed at her lower lip, the way she shifted her weight from side to side.

I tried not the frown and waved back— but she'd left before I lifted my arm. The speed she escaped proved she really was anxious. I'd carried out the same swift exit many times when I was younger.

My mind shifted to how she'd been when she entered. I still couldn't work out what I'd done to set her off, especially when yesterday she seemed to be at ease around me. I tried to rack my head for anything that could have made her upset but came up with nothing. Regardless, I aimed to be less fear-inducing next time.

But her last words played in my head.

If there was a next time.

✞

I slid my set of rings onto my fingers as I stood in front of Mr Collin's classroom. The silver bands all fit snugly and grounded me as I stared at his door.

I pulled a face at the prospect of trying to get him to drop the idea; I knew he'd take it the wrong way. He'd somehow come to the conclusion that I wasn't taking my future seriously, or something along those lines. He'd always tried to give me a "realistic" opinion when it came to careers, despite me never asking for it. He thought he was acting in my best interests but it didn't come across like it.

Checking the time — and seeing that I really didn't have any time to waste after doing my skin care routine earlier — I rapped my knuckle against the door.

Since he had a class in half an hour, I guessed he'd be inside busying himself with prepping for it. My prediction was correct from how soon he had the door open.

"Ah Kaede! To what do I owe you the pleasure?"

The happiness in his voice made my lips quirk up at their corners. If Collin's had favourites, I was probably one of them. It was probably due to my quiet nature and dedication to getting top grades.

"Morning sir, I just wanted to discuss tutoring with you?"

His blues lit up and I knew I had to speak up before he got the wrong idea. But it seemed like today was just a bad day for me talking-wise because he got there before me.

"Well come on in! You can tell me all about it while I set up the room." He left the door open as he wandered back inside the brightly lit class.

A silent sigh left my lips; it would have been easier to reject his offer at the door. He wouldn't have gotten false hope then.

Nonetheless, I followed after him. Windows lined the left wall and allowed light to spool onto the desks and tables within. I spied a few math club fliers that he always had pinned up before turning to the man himself.

"So you've made a decision on tutoring, have you?" He peered from over his black specs.

I avoided his gaze as I fiddled with the woven bracelet on my left wrist. "Yeah, um about that. . ."

"So you'll do it?"

"Not right now. . .I, um, have the basketball team to captain and, y'know, I've got A-levels this summer. I don't know how it'll play out."

It wasn't a straight no but it was something.

The non-no basically kept his hope alive and pushed back his disappointment. It was clear by his nod that he thought I'd change my mind later on in the year. I didn't know which was worse, stringing him along or (upsetting) him.

"If an opportunity ever arises where you can, you know where to find me."

I dipped my head and reached the door before he changed his mind and began pressing. "Yes sir, of course. I'll see you."

With my bag over my shoulder, I made my way to the cafeteria for Breakfast. I approached the Sporties line before attempting to find the guys; I was hungry and with Neo's record, I'd arrived before they had.

I decided few bagels I wrapped in a napkin and an orange juice. Chewing away after I whispered God thanks, I made my way to the usual table the basketball team occupied.

What was left of the team were sat there, half asleep, and I smiled to myself. Neo was one of them, but looked alert despite his history. My eyebrows furrowed when I couldn't find Cai amongst the sleepy heads.

Thought he would have been the first here for sure, unless he was with. . .

"Go on, guess." My gaze dropped to Neo as I sat in the empty seat opposite him.

The corner of my lips twitched as I met his eyes.

There was only one girl ever on his mind.

"Our lovely Ronnie by any chance?"

"Could have bet a lot on that couldn't you?" Neo sent me a wry smile before he forced himself to stand. "I was waiting up for you so we could head to PE you slowpoke."

Head there already? I only just reached the refectory.

I had to glance at my watch to double check he wasn't lying to me.

Damn, my talk with Collins went for longer than I thought. Class began in ten minutes.

After fact-checking his statement — and ignoring his raised eyebrow — I followed after him. I bid the rest of the table goodbye before I trailed after him. I munched as Neo focused on typing something on his phone beside me.

I stared at him for a good ten seconds and didn't get an explanation so decided to speak. "Breaking your promise already?"

After Bible study yesterday afternoon, he'd made Cai and I witnesses to his promise to become a better man this year. Among his list of things he wanted to stop, being a "bit of a slag" was right at the top.

Of course, Neo could have been texting a friend — and bloody hell did he have a lot of those — but I couldn't resist a little rib.

His head jolted up and I finished my last bit of bagel so he had nothing to target. He wasn't beneath snatching food.

"Oh shut it." He tilted his phone towards me so I could see the wall of text he was hitting our best friend with.

"I'm actually messaging Howell." He said as a way of explanation and I had to stifle a chuckle at the furious thumb swipes he gave his phone.

"What's up?" I bumped his shoulder with mine so his brows would unfurrow as he looked at me. "You're normally not this bogged down about him dipping."

"Well—" He cut himself off and looked like he was debating saying something but I remained patient. "I need yous both here."

"You need us both here?"

He shot me a sharp look as if if wasn't obvious that he was upset. The way his empty hand fiddled with the locket around his neck that held his ma's picture told me all I needed to know.

"I needed to tell yous both something at Breakfast but you came late and Howell didn't even bother with hi." He reminded me of an upset kid but I stopped myself from smiling.

I stared at him a few moments before replying slowly. "He said good morning to you in the dorm before we prayed together?"

He huffed and crossed his arms and I realised he'd forgone his blazer for a school jumper. "That's not the point."

I decided to get to the crux of things and tugged him to a stop. "Is this about what you and Lesedi spoke about yesterday?"

I'd wanted to bring up the private convo he'd had with his crush since we'd left the two girls yesterday. But with Neo practically floating on air from the interaction, I was content with him bringing it up when he was ready. With how he was acting now, I felt questioning about yesterday would bring answers.

He looked away from me and his foot tapped as I waited out his silence. "Yes."

"Are you gonna tell me or should we just head to Physical Ed?"

He groaned before covering his face. "For Pete's sake, just give me a second to get my thoughts together you bugger."

I gave him time as I put my empty napkin in a nearby bin.

"Alright." I looked up to see him more collected than before. "So, she made a bet— well she basically told me we're either going to do this bet or we couldn't carry on being friends. And I was all like, we can't be friends? In my head of course, don't get me wrong. But still I accepted it because if we're not even friends, how are we meant to become anything more?"

He muttered the last bit as his eyes slid to the floor and I realised I only knew a segment of how he felt for the girl. I had no clue that the feelings brewn since last year were bubbling over so much.

I thought he was just delusional.

"You really like her don't you?"

I didn't mean for the question to escape me. Neo's eyes widened in panic and I cut him off.

I moved the convo to a safer topic  that we could walk to. "Never mind, so you said yes to this bet?"

"Well no." He rolled his eyes as if he wasn't relying on me to steer him towards our class in the West wing. "How else am I gonna talk to her?"

"In your dreams?" He didn't appreciate my joke and tried to trip me up.

Tough crowd.

"Alright, I'll stop." I wouldn't. "What was the bet then?"

His sudden silence made me turn to him but he just brushed off my hands so he could stroll ahead. I knew he was hiding his face from me because I could read his own expressions better than himself.

My lips curled up at their corners as I trailed him. "You can't avoid answering forever, y'know?"

"I'm not avoiding anything, there's no point in saying when Cai's not here."

"You tell me, I tell Cai. Problem solved."

"No. You're both supposed to hear it from me at the same time."

The conversation I was having with the back of his head was very enlightening. "So what I'm hearing is that you're embarrassed?"

"Bro shut the fuck up, we're going to be late if you don't pick up the pace."

I glanced at my phone with a snort. We weren't, in fact we were going to be a little early.

Still, I let him have it his way. "So, where are we sitting in class?"

"Wherever." He threw his mutter over his shoulder as we rounded the corner before the classroom.

I silently followed him into the class with a smile. Dropping my phone off at the front, I let him choose the seats we'd probably be in for a good week, at most. Ms Laurel wasn't strict enough to enforce a seating plan on the first day, but from Neo being in this class, I didn't doubt she'd have one made this following Monday.

I slipped into the empty seat on his left and dipped into my bag to get out all my equipment. I glanced over at Neo, expecting him to be doing the same but he had his head in his hands.

Okay then.

I raised a brow and leaned over. The classroom was only semi-filled so it was understandable that he didn't want to get prepared for the lesson straight away— but his behaviour wasn't. He'd normally use this time to talk to the millions of friends that happened to share this class with him. Not hide his face as if he was stressing over the fact that he wouldn't see Lorato for a couple hours.

"You alright lad?"

"Fandabidozi." He didn't look up to say it so it came out muffled and I didn't believe him for a second.

I didn't move back straight away and caught his next mutters, "How am I supposed to ask her out now? I've been friend-zoned— and not even that. "

That explained it; he was thinking about his crush.

I shook my head and resisted making a joke. I got his stuff out for him as the rest of our class pulled up. I don't know if he was expecting her to enter too, but she didn't. Though there were three empty seats in the front, two rows ahead of us.

"Good morning class, I'm happy to say welcome back to Physical Ed. I hope you spent your Summer relaxing because the course is only going to get harder. . ."

I nudged Neo so he could pay attention. After raking the room, he pulled himself up and shed the hermit act. He seemed to be back to his normal self as Ms Laurel carried on with her introductions and overview of what we'd be covering before our mocks. It was only when I spotted two figures outside the classroom window, that the reason behind Neo's sudden tense frame became clear.

Lesedi and Moetti were outside.

Laurel stopped the lesson for a moment to open the door for them. Those who had back-up phones, pulled them out to send off a quick text or reply to a snap. Still, despite the movement around me, I couldn't help but focus on her.

It wasn't even my fault— she was a person you couldn't help but take a second look at. Or third. . .or fourth. And in my defence, I wanted to see how she was after this morning. Like the last time she was beside her cousin, she was relaxed and the sad squint to her eyes was nowhere to be seen.

I reorganised my pens on my desk in an attempt to keep my eyes away for at least a bloody minute. I'd checked that she was fine — more than fine with the smile blossoming on her face from something Lesedi said — so why weren't my eyes satisfied?

Her face wasn't unfamiliar to me; I'd seen her in photos many times over the years. She'd started on covers of leaflets I'd given out at open days after volunteering to help represent the basketball team. But now — in my most critical year regarding the future of my basketball career and exams — she grabbed my attention?

Was it because she'd held my hand while we ran from trouble? Because I knew how hers felt in mine? That I'd verbally admitted her beauty and now I couldn't deny it? Or was it all the talk of romance from my best friends that was affecting my brain?

Was it the mystery? Since she seemed like the complete opposite to the formidble force that the posters portrayed her as? That she didn't find social situations easy, like me? That I couldn't work her out and it was like an algebra question; something I couldn't resist having a go at solving?

"Hi?"

I was yanked out of my head when Neo unsettled me by suddenly speaking up.

Was he okay?

I lifted my face from where it was angled towards my desk and realised he wasn't talking to me. The lovesick expression on his mug was directed at the girl stood two rows ahead of us. He lifted his hand in wave that I was sure Lesedi would have thought was far from charming.

I was surprised to see that she sent him a smile that lit up her entire face. "Hi yourself."

Guess his case wasn't completely hopeless.

"Lesedi, Odette, why aren't you both sat in your seats yet?"

I didn't expect my lips hitch up when Odette yanked Lesedi into the seat beside her. My fingers pressed my lips in an attempt to wipe away the almost-smile. I instead turned my attention to the plonker I was sat with. His attempts at splitting his focus between Ms Laurel and the back of Lesedi's head were amusing.

But for all my thoughts, there wasn't one that wasn't hypocritical.

It didn't take long before my greys drifted to Odette. She'd hung her blazer on the back of her seat and my eyes traced her movements.

What was wrong with me?

My neck felt hot as I pinned my gaze to the board. Movement in my peripheral made me look away and I was startled when I found her browns instead of her coils. Just like this morning, I couldn't find it in me to look away, even as my heart fluttered inside my chest.

It was like my eyes couldn't get tired of her.

She was the one who looked away first— well twisted back around in her seat so that she faced the front.

Well, if she hadn't thought it before, she definitely thought I was a creep now. Nice one Kaede.

I copied down what was on the board while I mentally berated myself. Glancing over at Neo, I elbowed him to do the same. He broke out of his pining to throw me a dark look.

I raised a brow, "You're welcome."

He picked up his pen in distaste, as if his staring was more important. "No thank you."

Our muttered convo was discontinued when a soft thud sounded from the front of the classroom. I couldn't find it in me to be embarrassed that Odette was the first person I'd glanced to— and rightly so. Her head was on her desk and I'd bet a hefty amount of money that she'd dropped it there.

I wasn't the only one who'd caught it, Ms Laurel had and put a stop on her teaching to address her.  "Odette, head up from your desk."

Neo gave me a kick in the leg that told me I was staring and I couldn't even be mad. I rubbed hard at my eyes and let out a heavy sigh.

God help me get through this year.

EL SPEAKS !
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( posted; 22/07/24 )