Pairing: Chris / Vin

Six men watched helplessly in shocked horror as the seventh careened from yards above the floor of the warehouse; the shredded ends of his safety line waving to one another in the air.

Chris wanted to scream; to rush from behind the crates where he hid, to catch Vin before he landed. But, even if they weren’t under fire, he’d never be on time. Even as that thought completed in his mind, his team sharpshooter… his love… his reason for living… hit the cold, hard concrete. Larabee winced watching, as if in slow-motion, Vin land on outstretched arms, both folding awkwardly beneath him, leaving his head to make contact next, bouncing slightly before the rest of the young man collapsed onto the floor of the warehouse.

The SAC suddenly registered the sounds of gunfire that echoed through the cavernous room; he heard the voices of his men in his ear, through the commlink.

“Do you have him in sight?” That was Ezra.

“Yeah, I got the sumbitch!” Buck. The big man’s words were followed shortly by a Rebel yell that caused him to flinch. Then Wilmington’s voice called out, “Got ‘im! Bastard won’t be shootin’ at no-one else!”

Without being told, Larabee knew his old friend had shot the man who had shot Vin’s safety line. He let out a long held breath. One he’d been holding since Tanner had announced that he was going to climb over the guard rail of the catwalk to get a shooter who had JD and Ezra pinned down. He had wanted badly to argue with the man, but couldn’t. It was the only way.

Spurred on by the need to get to their fallen comrade, the men of Denver’s ATF, Team Seven, pushed themselves to end the firefight as quickly as possible. Chris Larabee showed the caliber of man he was; the reason he was the senior agent, in command of the finest of Denver’s teams. Turning off that part of his mind that was controlled by his heart, he became the calm, cool, former SEAL that had kept him alive so far.

Barking commands, he ordered the other men, gained information from them he guided them through the rest of the operation with the ease of a man born to do battle.

When the only thing left to do was clean-up, however, the lean blond’s focus changed. Leaving Josiah in charge, he raced over to where Nathan was checking the fallen man over. He stood by helplessly while the EMT-trained agent carefully looked Vin over. Tanner was unconscious, blood streaming down the side of his head.

“Nathan?”

Not bothering to look up, Jackson said, “he’s busted up but alive. Can’t tell you much more than that. EMTs should be here in a minute. We’ll get him to the hospital then, they’ll be able to give you specifics.”

“All right,” Chris whispered, his eyes never leaving his partner’s face. It was slack and colorless, as if Tanner had somehow left his body and disappeared. That thought frightened him.

Jackson looked up, catching something in the blond’s eyes. They all knew about the two men… knew just how much they meant to one another. “Think you could spell me here?”

Larabee saw that Nathan meant holding the gauze to Vin’s head wound. Nodding, he knelt beside his partner and replaced the other agent in pressing the gauze down firmly. With a mixture of love and fear in his face, he stared down at the lax features of his friend and lover. “God… Vin. You’re gonna be okay… hear me? You are going to be okay,” He finished firmly. Then, the sound of sirens registering in his spinning mind, Larabee said, “EMTs are here.”

Vin didn’t respond.

~o~

Hospitals… miserable places. He stared at the sterile white walls with strategically placed, sterile pictures breaking the monotony. The “homey atmosphere” was further disturbed by laminated posters explaining hospital policies.

Chris yawned and stretched, joints popping and cracking as he tried to wake up his aching body. Pulling himself up straighter in the uncomfortable chair, he rolled his neck and shoulders. Opening his mouth in a jaw-popping yawn, he followed that with a sigh. He’d spent most of the last thirty-six hours in this room, beside this bed. Vin Tanner lay in that bed; pale, and silent, and still.

He turned his attention to that body, staring with a softening expression on his face. Leaning forward he propped his elbows on his knees, as he studied the planes and angles of the handsome visage that held his heart captive.

“Ya ought ta go home… if yer that bored.”

The soft, raspy whisper took him by surprise and called a broad smile to his face. In an emotion-filled voice, he teased, “Wouldn’t be so bored if the company was a little livelier.”

Slanting open an eye and then closing it with a groan, Tanner retorted, his speech slurring, “Ya ought ta join the party in… m’ head. ‘S right lively in here.”

Reaching out to stroke the knuckles of his left hand down the ashen face, Chris agreed, “Reckon it is.”

“What hit me… this time?”

“Concrete floor.”

“Ouch.”

“Yep.”

Running his tongue over dry lips, Tanner asked next, “What else?”

“Well…” Chris offered up a compassionate smile, even though his lover’s eyes were still closed. “You suffered a severe concussion…”

When nothing else was forthcoming, the prone man prompted, “anything else?”

“Bruises, strained muscles… including your back. Do you remember talking about any of this earlier?”

“Last thing I remember…” he paused, thinking, “is havin’ breakfast and discussin’ what we were gonna do on the weekend.”

Chris recalled that conversation, which had taken place three days before the accident; the plans for the weekend had drastically changed since then. All he said was, “Well, some memory loss is to be expected.”

“Hell… often as I’ve got a knock on the head… ‘s a wonder I’ve got a memory at all.” Then he smiled and added, “Maybe I could use that the next time I’m behind on a report.”

With another sigh, the blond replied, “Well… you won’t need to worry about typing up anything for the next couple of months or so.”

Frowning now, eyes still closed, Vin asked, “Why?”

“Because… you’ve got three broken bones. Both your arms are broken, Cowboy. The right has one break, the left has two.”

“Ah hell,” The Texan protested.

“Yeah,” Chris agreed softly. Then the corners of his mouth twitched and he said, “But we’ll get through it.”

Managing to open an eye once more, Tanner settled a curious, if unfocused, gaze on his partner. He detected a peculiar tone in the man’s voice. “Ya sound awful smug… all of a sudden. Somethin’ ya ain’t sharin’?”

Letting an evil grin take over his handsome face, the blond said, “Just thinking about all the sponge baths I’ll be giving you… all the meals I’ll be feeding you… all the itches I’ll be scratching…”

Seeing the glint in those hazel-green eyes, Vin groaned, “Aww… hell. I’m doomed.”

Reaching out to pat the younger man on the shoulder, Chris said only, “Yep.”

~o~

Tanner spent another three days in the hospital, until the worst of the headaches and dizziness had dissipated. He was still stiff and sore, his back making him especially miserable. He groused about that fact, since he landed face down, but the doctor patiently explained that the impact had put a lot of strain on his entire body. Since his back had always been a source of pain for him, this just aggravated it.

To the others, especially Chris, he refused to admit it however and insisted that he was fine. They could all see through the lies, though. On his part, Larabee was more attentive than ever.

Finally Vin was ready to go home, leaving him grumbling as the attention wore on him. It came to a head as Chris put his boots on for him.

Hearing the mumbled oaths, the blond looked up from where he knelt in front of the seated man. “You wanna speak up a little? I didn’t quite catch that.”

Huffing, Tanner replied, “I said there ain’t a way in hell I’m gonna make it through the next couple months.”

Shaking his head, the blond reached out and rubbed a hand along Tanner’s leg. “The only thing you’re right about is that it’s going to be a couple of months before you’re out of these casts and able to use your arms. I know you hate needing help to do some things – “

“Everything,” the injured man growled.

“Some things,” Larabee countered firmly, “but it won’t be forever. You’ve faced worse than this, Pard.” Finishing with the other man’s socks and boots, he rose to his feet.

With a smile, the blond finished, “So you’ll get through this, just fine.”

The only response Tanner gave his partner was a raised brow and rolled eyes.

~o~

Chris Larabee drove with far more caution than normal as they headed home. Vin sat in the passenger seat, arms and back supported by pillows. Even so, he grimaced whenever the Ram hit the smallest dip in the road. He didn’t lounge in the seat as he usually did, his body held rigid against the pain.

By the time they pulled up to the house, Chris felt as tense as Vin looked. He had gripped the steering wheel through the entire drive, focused on making the ride as smooth as possible.

Taking his first decent breath in nearly an hour, Larabee shifted into park and cut the engine. Turning his attention to his younger partner, he said, “We’re home.”

Managing a short nod, Vin replied, “Looks that way.”

Smiling, Chris unfastened his seat belt, and climbed out of the truck. Moving around the cab, he opened the passenger door, reached inside, and released Tanner’s belt. “Ready to go inside?”

“Yep.”

Frowning when the Texan didn’t move, Larabee questioned, “Vin? You okay?”

“Ain’t sure I can move. My back’s all seized up.”

Grimacing in empathetic pain, Chris said softly, “Okay, let’s get you out of here. You lean on me and let me take as much of your weight as you need me to.”

With a resigned nod, Vin allowed his partner to ease him out of the cab and onto the ground. As his heels came in touch with the earth, he groaned as pain shot through his body. He couldn’t stop the agonized moan as he leaned against the blond.

“Take it easy, Pard, just breathe. Calm down now. We’ll just stay right here ‘til you’re ready. Okay?”

Panting as he fought off the pain, Vin slowly registered the soft words. He allowed them to buoy him up; anchoring him to the here and now in his partner’s arms. After several minutes the Texan straightened slowly, indicating he was ready to move.

The two men moved carefully from the truck, toward the house. Reaching the stairs, Chris shifted his hold slightly and eased Vin up the steps. Reaching the sliding glass doors, they entered the house through the den.

“Bed or couch?” The older man was hoping the younger would choose bed, but knew better than to start an argument. Tanner usually made the right decision if he wasn’t pushed. Pushing him typically sent him running in the other direction.

“Bed,” Vin murmured.

Smiling and planting a kiss on the other man’s temple, Larabee whispered, “Bed it is.”

~o~

Vin’s first day home consisted of sleeping mostly. Chris got him to bed, helped him into a pair of pajama pants and an oversized tee shirt, and settled him in on the mattress. Propping his arms on pillows to make him as comfortable as possible, he spread the comforter up over him. The blond couldn’t help but smile when he saw that Tanner was already asleep.

Chris coaxed the injured man to eat a little, take his pills, and that was about all the interaction they had that day. As the day was ending, he ate dinner alone and stood under the hot shower, allowing it to melt the stress and tension out of his body. After that, he pulled his own pajama pants on and slipped beneath the comforter beside the sleeping Texan. Reaching out, he stroked the loose curls out of his lover’s face, lightly traced the high cheekbone and square jaw before he kissed the younger man good night.

Vin responded with nothing more than a soft sigh and a wordless murmur. Chris smiled. “Welcome home, Pard.”

~o~

He opened his eyes slowly, waiting for the inevitable bout of vertigo that came with waking up these days. At least it wasn’t as bad as it had been at first.

There was a sense of warmth along his left side, and a hint of warm breath on his neck. Turning his head, he smiled as he brought Chris’ sleeping face into focus. The blond was lying on his side, his handsome features relaxed and peaceful. Then he grimaced as a feeling of pressure made itself known. Registering his useless arms propped up on either side of him, and noting the tightness in the muscles of his back, he sighed.

“Chris?”

A soft murmur.

“Larabee?”

A sigh.

“Chris!”

A snort and then, “Vin? What?”

“Gotta pee.”

“You woke me up –“ Chris interrupted himself, sleep flushed features reddening as reality imposed itself. Nodding, he climbed out of bed and came around to Vin’s side. Together they got the encumbered man on his feet then Chris gently guided him toward the bathroom. He smiled as the grumbling began.

“You need to quite mumbling, Tanner.”

Huffing, the Texan said, “Said, I’m lookin’ forward ta havin’ ya help me take a leak.”

Taking a second to kiss the long neck of his lover, Larabee whispered, “Hey, I’m looking forward to touching any and every part of you.”

“Cowboy, I gotta piss… ain’t feelin’ real sexy here.”

Barely hiding a chuckle, Chris situated his companion before the bowl. Maneuvering around Tanner’s cast covered arms, he hooked his thumbs under the other man’s waistband. Giving a tug, he slipped them downward, snickering silently as the cursing hitched up a notch.

~o~

A short time later, Chris had Vin settled face down on the bed, striped to the waist. He knelt on the mattress beside the prone man, warming oil in his hands. Spreading the oil over the other man’s tense back, he began a slow, deep massage. He carefully worked his way along the knotted muscles, reveling as – one by one – they began to loosen.

“Feel good?” He asked.

“Mmm,” Vin moaned blissfully. “Better’n they gave at the hospital.”

Leaning down, Chris nuzzled against the Texan’s long neck. “Even better than when the big nurse with the big hands got hold of you?”

“Oh hell, don’t remind me,” came the muffled lament. “Swear that one ought to be a blacksmith or somethin’.”

Resuming the massage, Larabee pressed his thumbs on either side of Vin’s spine. Using just enough pressure, he worked his way from just below that long neck to the place where Tanner’s pajama pants hid that beautiful flesh from sight.

“You gonna stop there?” Vin asked, dreamily.

“Not sure you’re up to anything more,” Chris responded, shifting slightly as the very thought had him growing hard.

“Reckon there’s only one way ta find out,” The Texan responded.

His smile widening, Larabee once more reached for the waistband of his partner’s pants.

~o~

They lay, entwined, on the couch. Vin was nestled against Chris’ chest, his head on the blond’s shoulder while one of Nettie’s quilts lay over them both. They had been enjoying a lazy Sunday afternoon, watching a combination of John Wayne movies and sports. Tanner had been home for several days now; only his arms continuing to be a problem for the man.

The peace of the day was disturbed by the sound of the phone ringing. Chris was tempted to let it go to voice mail but, responsibility won out and he picked up the handset.

“Larabee.”

Vin could feel the other man’s body growing progressively more tense. He turned his head, seeing a mixture of frustration and resignation on his partner's handsome face.

“You have got to be joke – no, I guess not. Jesus, this is the worst fucking… yeah… yeah. Okay. Give me a couple of hours.” He disconnected the call, accompanying it with a few frustrated sounds.

“Gotta leave?” Tanner asked in a tone suspiciously close to panicky.

Rubbing his partner’s arm and leaning his cheek against the tousled head, Larabee sighed. “Orpurt and Dean changed the plan. Ezra tried to get them to stick to the schedule they set up, but they’re getting edgy.”

“You still goin’ in as the buyer?”

“Yeah… look, it shouldn’t take more than three or four hours. I could ask Nettie – “

“No!” He couldn’t stand the thought of someone else caring for him. It was hard enough with Chris doing it. “It's just a few hours. I’ll be fine.”

~o~

The big, black truck bounced along the long drive, increasing the foul mood of its driver with each jolt. As the Ram neared the garage, Chris stomped on the brake and forced the shift into park, turning off the engine almost simultaneously. Throwing open the door, he started to climb out, cursing when the seat-belt stopped him. Thumbing the latch, he shoved out of the cab, slamming the door behind him. The final straw came with an odd ‘thump’. Turning, he found the driver’s side door swinging open, the seat-belt dangling from the opening.

Heaving a deep sigh, the blond took a few seconds to calm himself. After all, Vin was incapacitated, not dying. Right? He was only four hours late, after all. He had called and left a message on the answering machine, letting his partner know that things had taken longer than expected. He hadn’t anticipated an answer of course, since Tanner couldn’t hold onto the handset, let along get it to his ear.

Closing the truck door properly, he turned back and sprinted toward the house. The fact that it was dark outside, and no lights shone in the house struck him, and he bounded up the stairs to the deck, crossing it in two paces to enter the house through the den. Sliding the glass door back into place, he hit the light switch to illuminate the room.

No Vin.

Moving quickly, he hurried out into the hall, heading for the master suite, turning on lights as he went. Protocol might dictate more caution, and a drawn weapon, but his gut told him that the current situation had nothing to do with plots of vengeance or revenge. They had everything to do with a partner with casts on both arms.

A quick search of the bedroom and bath turned up no sign of the Texan. Frowning, Larabee tried to figure out where his lover might be.

“Kitchen,” he whispered to himself, hurrying back into the hall.

Entering the kitchen, Chris turned on the lights, a soft grunt of displeasure greeting him. He grimaced at the sight before him.

Vin lay sprawled out on the floor, his back against the cabinets. There was a half emptied container of spaghetti nearby, the remainder of its contents spilled out on the floor. A bottle of soda, straw still hanging from the mouth, lay on its side. Most of the soda had made a sticky puddle near Tanner’s leg.

Squatting down beside the other man, Chris reached out and tenderly thumbed away an errant tear. Softly he asked, “You okay?”

“Fine.” The single syllable was spoken in a tone of defeat, the man’s voice filled with frustration and anger. Not opening his eyes, Vin accused, “Took you long enough.”

“Did you get my message?”

A short nod.

“Told you I’d be home by ten, it’s only 9:30.”

One eye slanted open. “It is?”

“Yeah. How long you been down there?”

A soft sigh, and then, “What time did you call?”

Patiently, Larabee answered, “About 5:30 or 6:00. I’m sorry it took so long, Pard. Orpurt needed a lot of calming down… man’s wound tighter than a two dollar watch. I called you as soon as I could.” He reached out, stroking back tangled, chestnut locks. “How long?”

“’Bout half an hour after ya called.”

“Couldn’t get up?” Wincing at the fiery stare that comment received, the SAC apologized. “Sorry, I’ll try to think before I speak next time.”

That brought a smile to Tanner’s face, albeit a short-lived one. “Tried to get up, but couldn’t get enough traction… what with the sauce and the soda all over the place. Hell, took me damn near an hour ta get this far!”

Grimacing, Chris said, “Well, how ‘bout we get you up, get you cleaned up, and we’ll get you something to eat. I’ll call for pizza, how’s that sound?” When he received no answer, he looked to see more tears escaping from beneath the long lashes. “Vin?”

In a trembling, little-boy-lost tone, Tanner said, “I’m sick of this… can’t take it no more. Feel like I’m livin’ in hell here, Chris.”

The blond stroked his fingers through the dark locks again, while wiping away the salty tracks down the handsome face. He’d seen Vin Tanner stand up to half a dozen armed men with little more than a smile and his wits. He’d watched his partner fight back from injuries that would have killed anyone else, cracking jokes the entire time. But this… this was far worse.

Vin couldn’t stand being dependent. He’d never learned how.

Leaning forward and kissing the top of the younger man’s head, Chris said, “I know I can’t speak from experience here, Pard, I’ve never had to deal with two broken arms. But It’s not gonna be forever. As tough as it is, it’s only temporary. And I swear to you, I’m not gonna leave you alone again. Whatever it takes, Vin, I am not going to leave you alone again.”

They sat like that for a few moments, until finally Vin sniffed noisily and asked, “Reckon you can get me up outta this mess?”

“Reckon,” Chris answered. Carefully he maneuvered Tanner around, grabbing him under the arms and pulling him to his feet. With one arm around his partner’s shoulders, he led him into the master bath.

~o~

A few minutes later, Vin slouched back on the floor on a thick towel, naked other than his casts. His head was back over the edge of the tub, while Chris was scrubbing his hair. He was pretty certain that he hadn’t gotten either spaghetti or soda in his hair, but Larabee had insisted on being thorough.

And, lordy, did it feel good.

Chris smiled at the contented sigh that escaped his lover. “Feel good?”

“Ain’t much that’d feel better,” Tanner agreed with a smile.

Leaning down and kissing the soapy forehead, the blond said, “Reckon I could find a few things that would feel better.”

With a lecherous expression, the younger man tempted, “Reckon you could show me a few of ‘em?”

“Might be persuaded,” Larabee agreed. He slowly rinsed the shampoo from the other man’s long hair. When the water ran clear, he leaned back, washcloth and liquid soap in hand. “Ready for a guided tour?”

“I’m in your hands,” Vin drawled, his expression impish now.

Lathering up the washcloth, the blond began to run it over the well-muscled chest. Running it downward along the center of Tanner’s chest, he trailed it over the fine sprinkle of hair toward the younger man’s navel. Reaching that destination, he teasingly circled it before dipping the damp cloth into it.

Vin chuckled, “Reckon you hit a pothole in the road.”

“Hmmmmm, reckon you’re right.” He lifted the cloth, rinsing it with warm water and adding more soap. “Now, where was I? Oh, yeah.” He eyed the place just below Tanner’s navel where his flesh was dry. Studiously ignoring the Texan’s excitement, he ran the cloth lower on the flat belly.

“Chris?”

“Mm?” Larabee stroked the soapy cloth over Tanner’s hip without looking up. He knew that, if he looked into his lover’s face, he’d be lost.

“Reckon we could continue the….” he sighed, “tour later?”

“You bored?”

“Hell, no… just thought we might find somethin’… somethin’ different to do…”

“Really? Like what?” He warmed the cloth again, still not looking in Tanner’s direction. The other hip was next then he started down those long, lean legs.

“C’mon, Larabee… ya know what I’m talkin’ about here.”

“Not sure – “

“You know, I’ve got a couple a real handy clubs here,” Vin growled in warning.

Chuckling, the blond looked up. Groaning when he looked into those darkly glittering, blue eyes, he whispered hoarsely, “Think you could wait ‘til I wash off this soap?”

“Less ya wanna lick it off…” Tanner grinned in temptation.

~o~

Two hours later found them lying in bed, Vin curled up in Chris’ arms, drowsy and content. He sighed, burrowing deeper into the embrace.

“You sound awful content there, Pard,” Larabee chuckled.

“Mmm… sure a lot better than a few hours ago.”

Wincing at the recent memory, the blond tightened his hold slightly and kissed his partner on the temple. “I am so sorry, Vin – “

“Sh, stop. It’s over and done with, Cowboy. Ain’t nothin’ ta be done for it now. Ya had a job ta do.”

“My job shouldn’t interfere with being here for you, Vin.”

Turning his head to look back at his partner, Tanner admonished, “it wasn’t a life – or – death situation here, Chris. I just slipped in the soda, dropped the spaghetti – “

“And sat there for almost 3 hours, in the dark, until I got home. You shouldn’t have – “

“I shouldn’t have gotten impatient and thought I could fix myself something to eat. I should have – “

“Had someone here to help you out. You shouldn’t have – “

“Gotten so impatient. I could ‘a waited ‘til you got home, instead of bein’ – “

“Hungry. Speaking of which… are you?”

Confusion on his face, Tanner asked, “Am I what?”

“Hungry. Weren’t you listening?” Larabee smacked the dark head resting against him, playfully.

Huffing, the Texan said, “You ought not change the subject like that and yeah, I am. Think we worked up a bit of an appetite, don’t you?”

With a smile, the blond leaned over and kissed the place he’d just slapped. “Yeah, well I know I did, seeing as I did all the work and you just laid there.”

“Laid there! Damn, you’ve got a real peculiar idea of what constitutes layin’ there!”

“Constitutes, huh? You been listening to Ezra again?”

“There ya go, changin’ the subject again! Thought you were gonna go fix somethin’ to eat!”

“Yes, sir, I was,” Larabee nipped at his partner’s ear, then moved quickly from the bed, letting Vin drop backwards onto the mattress.

“That ain’t funny, ya smart ass!” Tanner growled.

~o~

Chris dipped the fork into the large plate of spaghetti, carefully carrying the pasta to his partner’s mouth. He’d made enough for both of them, along with a salad and garlic toast, and they were sharing the food. Vin was lounging back against a stack of pillows, smiling dreamily as he was fed the late night dinner.

Using the corner of the hand towel he had draped over Tanner’s bare chest as a napkin, he wiped a bit of marinara sauce off his partner’s chin. “Good?”

“’Bout the best I’ve ever had.”

Offering the other man a fork full of salad, Larabee stood firm against the frown that appeared now. “Eat it, or no more spaghetti… and I found a package of cupcakes for dessert… if you eat your salad.”

A scowl on his face, Vin grumbled, “You don’t play fair,” as he opened his mouth to accept the green mixture. Quickly swallowing the salad, he looked into the green-hazel eyes. “Ya gotta go ta work tomorrow?”

Shaking his head, Chris answered, “I called Travis and Buck while I was fixing dinner.” Holding up his hand to stall the other man’s protest, he said, “I didn’t tell them the details, just told them you’d had some trouble while I was gone. Unless it’s an emergency, I’ve got leave until you can handle things alone.”

“And if it is an emergency?”

“We’ll figure something out.”

“You gonna tell me you’re gonna be happy sittin’ here with nothin’ to do but take care of me?”

Rolling his eyes, Larabee just barely kept himself from informing the other man that that would be more than enough to keep him busy. Instead he said, “I’ve got enough paperwork to do to keep me busy for the rest of my life, you know that. I’ll have plenty to do.”

“But the works at work and you’re here…”

Smiling, the blond said, “Reckon I’ll have to go get it tomorrow. You want to go for a ride?”

“Wouldn’t mind it at all. The ladies down there might just give me some comfortin’… lord knows I don’t get much ‘round you.” Vin ignored the other man’s frown and plunged blithely on. “Hey, think we could stop an’ get that pizza ya offered ta get for me earlier? I mean this is all good, but I got a taste for pizza --- “

Chris smiled at the look Vin gave him around the full slice of Texas toast garlic bread that now hung from his mouth. With a chuckle, he said, “That’s one benefit for me. For the next few weeks, I get the last word.”

THE END

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