Momma! Momma! Momma! Where are you?” Cristiano called out towards her, Carmela turned in circles only being able to see utter darkness. She went to scream out but no voice left her throat. Her hand shot to her neck as she began to cough up dirt. Gasping and struggling for air jolted the Aurazin awake as she gasped for air. The nightmares of not being able to get to Cristiano had been frequent. She needed to get some form of proper sleep, but being trapped in Evermore, no way through the veil, was driving her mad.

As she sat up her eyes drifted towards the window of her room in the Aurazin home. The room was small, they all where but It was more than she needed. A place to lay her head, though sleep seemed utterly impossible at this point anymore. As her eyes focused on the night outside of the window she noticed the lights casting a glow upon the outside, it was clear that someone was awake. She rose to her feet, her long pale nightgown hitting mid shin. Her mind wondering if whomever it was had coffee, maybe something sweet even. Though she knew she shouldn’t eat such things.

She found herself wondering through the halls of the home. She wondered if whomever it was had nightmares like she was having. As she came around the corner seeing the glow from the kitchen/dining area she paused in the frame way. Her eyes landed on Lucian who stood in the middle of the room with a paper in his hand. She raised a brow towards him, she seem to have gone unnoticed to him. So she cleared her throat as she leaned against the frame of the doorway.

“Hey, I couldn’t sleep and saw the lights on. Do you have coffee? Or you know… Something sweet.” She said the last part in a joking tone but really after the nightmares she could go for something that would ease the pain even if it was addictive to them. “Nightmares have been constant.” She said softly to her leader, He was one that understood, since his wife was locked in the veil. It had been a year since the veil closing and it seemed they where no closer to getting back there then the day they were trapped here.

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Lucien thought on her words about how the world was in the current. He didn't comment right away, but gave another short bow once the dance had ended. "My honor entirely," he responded with a soft smile. "It was just the thing I needed, I think." He offered his arm again as they began their walk back towards the lodge, his mind working on what she had said. In all his attempts at trying to find reasoning behind why they were brought back to Earth in this way, perhaps he was missing the real purpose for it all along. What control did they possibly have when their purpose was given by something of a higher power to begin with?

"Perhaps that is why we've been sent here," he responded quietly as they continued their walk in silence. "Kindness and patience seems to be wanting as I've noticed in my catch up of the world since being back. Wars, politics. It feels like people have forgotten compassion and empathy, doesn't it?" Lucien sighed and looked up to the night sky where the unknown entities he knew created what they were existed somewhere he could not ever see. He felt very human suddenly and extremely small as he did those many years ago when he walked a different life. "Fate could be argued one way or the other and it's something we don't even really know the answer to after death ourselves, but it seems like maybe our predicament came at the right time to make a difference on Earth now. As you said, you're still on the mission to bring an ease to those hurting and your continued presence only means more souls being helped than you would've been able to do after being called back from a singular mission."

Lucien reached for the heavy door and opened it for her as they stepped back into the dimly lit entrance while the rest of the lodge remained asleep. "I think I need to remember our whole reason for being and not dwell on the logistics of it so much for now. Answers will come eventually. Probably when I'm not even trying. I've exhausted myself too much. It's probably from being in the void so long that I'm so used to the fighting when it should be connecting with the people we're trying to save in one way of the other."

"Anyway," he smiled and looked up to the stairs. "Enough of my long windedness. I hope you are able to find a more comforting sleep now. Tomorrow we'll venture the world a bit more and undoubtedly look strange to the passersby in our curiosity of their mundane. Thank you for the company. It helped a great deal."

Linking her arm with his once again as they started to make their way back to the cabin she stared at the building that was holding the few of them that were land locked once again. “Dancing is rather therapeutic for the soul, that is something my homeland believed in heavily. Seeing people just dancing in the streets wasn’t uncommon.” She thought back on her short life as her gaze became distant, getting lost in a memory for a moment. 

It was when Lucien spoke once again that she was pulled from the memories of herself dancing in the streets. Carmela gave a gentle nod of her head as she looked at the man watching his face. “Compassion and empathy have been forgotten, people are scorned once or twice and choose to turn to cynical ways to keep themselves safe. People fear opening up, or are driven mad for power. This is not the future I wanted for myself or the children of the world.” As he looked to the sky she did the same though all she was taking in was the different shapes that made up clusters of stars. “A difference.” she said softly as she looked at him as he was staring at the sky. She felt a sting of proudness in her chest as she looked back at the sky. “I never thought of it that way. I guess I never thought of it often. I just acted because I wanted to help people.”

It was so foreign to her to think that people didn’t want to help other people. That they rather be divided and fighting, causing rifts between themselves. As the door opened she unlinked her arm from his making her way through the door. She gave a chuckle to him as she reached up, placing her hand on his shoulder giving it a gentle squeeze. “Seems you have had a clarification this evening. Maybe all you needed was a dance, after all.” She tossed him a wink. “The people of this world in need will benefit from having your help. I am looking forward to seeing what the world becomes with you helping it.” She gave him an easy smile. “We still have a fight, we all want back to the Void, but I believe everything happens for a reason. Our collective was brought here for a reason. Answers do like to come when you stop looking for them.” she teased with a smile.

“You try to get some sleep also, fearless leader.” she said softly as she took a step backwards and turned on her heel rather gracefully. “Besides I like your long windedness, it's rather refreshing to the quiet I have been lost in. Thank you for helping me through my own issues.” she said as she made her way up the stairs to her room. She laid out in bed passing out rather quickly, finding comfort in a dreamless sleep at once.

Lucien smiled in return to her kind words before bowing his head slightly when she took her leave. He followed Carmela's footfalls to the stairs before she disappeared in darkness on the second floor. Clasping his hands behind his back, he looked to the map on the table that remained where he'd left it. "Some other night, perhaps," he said aloud to the inanimate object and then turned to head to his bedroom instead of the office where he'd been falling asleep most nights. The bed was welcoming and instead of tossing and turning, the Aurazin drifted off to sleep within a few moments, dreaming of the bright fields of the veil instead of the darkness and echoing screams of the void.

Morning came too quickly. He rolled over in the bed and realized he was still on top of the sheets and comforter, never having stripped himself of a single layer of clothing or even his boots which currently hung over the bed. The sunlight beckoned him, but even better was the smell of coffee brewing which was enough to make him sit up and stretch to ease his aching muscles from the awkward position he'd put himself in when passing out.

After a much needed shower, Luke made his way down the stairs, passing a few of the Aurazin who were awake. The map he'd been circling still remained on the table. He walked over to it and stared down to the points of interest he'd noted and sighed through his nose pointedly. He was almost tempted to sit in the chair again had it not been for the sound of the coffee maker announcing to whomever was brewing the drink that it was done. "Come now, you need the break," he quietly told himself. 

Moving into the kitchen, Lucien grabbed his usual mug that Hudson had bought for him that read 'Best Boss' in big black letters which apparently he found quite hilarious. He reached for the cookie tin that he and Carmela had found last night above the fridge and opened it, stuffing one of the large treats in his mouth whole. He then rummaged through the fridge and grabbed the eggs while trying to attempt to poorly balance everything in his arms now and failing miserably, stumbling in his steps.

As the sun rose, so did Carmela, trying not to wake anyone else as she shifted her way to shower off the dream sweats she had before her walk with Lucien. Washing her body with a soft hum on her lips. It was hopefully going to be a good day full of distractions. Maybe it would make them feel somewhat normal, well as normal as a dead being placed back on a walking plane can feel. Climbing out of the shower she dried off and caught the smell of coffee circling up the stairs.

The growl that came from her stomach made her chuckle as she pulled on jeans and a shirt before bouncing her way down the stairs barefooted. Seeing the other Aurazin fluttering out the door or off to do other things as she made her way towards the now almost empty coffee pot. “Morning.” She nodded to Lucien as she poured the last of the contents into a mug that had a unicorn on it. Placing her hand out to catch his shoulder making sure he didn’t fall over. 

“Take a load off and get your talking voice ready for me will ya?” she said with a chuckle as she scooped the eggs from his hands and found some other things. Pulling the pan out she was quick as she made them each a cheese and ham filled omelet and plated them before handing him his. “Here you go.” She quickly changed the coffee pot to start brewing a fresh pot since she took the last of it before moving to sit down to dig into the omelet. 

She was one of the few that enjoyed cooking for the group of Aurazins. She came from a culture that food was love, that seemed to stick with her even in death. “Are you ready to show me all the things I don’t understand from your time?” she asked as she scooped up a bite chewing the bite making a soft moaning sound as she did. Feeling the hunger that was rocking her moments ago fading as her belly was filling. “Also checking out some of the shops on the way back, yes?” she gave a slow smirk, “or you wanna go to the horse ranch?” she wiggled her brows at him.

Feeling the hand on his shoulder to stable him was a relief as he crookedly smiled back at Carmela with a hint of embarrassment. "I was never very good in the kitchen. Though I suppose that's because I never really had to be." He gave a roll of his eyes, knowing she would understand the reference to his time in life when the roles of men, women, and social status meant he would never have to worry about such a skill. He thankfully made his way over to the large table against the wall which could house a number of the residents in the lodge and sat down before he could make any more of a mess.

Lifting his mug, he smirked. "I'm hoping this will help clear the fog, but be careful what you wish for." He timidly drank the hot coffee, but was thankful for it nonetheless. He was more of a tea person himself given that was what he was brought up on, but life in America seemed to revolve around the black liquid which he was growing more accustomed to. Especially when he wanted to keep awake and alert from all the research he had been doing since their fall. As he sipped the coffee, his eyes went over to watch as Carmela moved about the space with ease. Lucien had come to learn she enjoyed doing this and was often the reason he didn't go hungry because she was so willing to cook for others. Clearly this was something that followed her from one life into the next.

Once she had joined him, his eyes took in the omelet before him. The noises in his stomach instantly reacted to the sight which made him scoff. "Funny how the human body reacts to such a need and desire. Still getting used to this all over again." His gaze lifted to her and he bowed his head slightly in gratitude, smiling. "Thank you, Miss Carmela. This looks wonderful." 

His fork easily cut through the egg and he took a satisfying helping to his mouth. It tasted better than it looked. "I'm honored you would still come with me, but there is time to still back down," he joked, readying for another bite. Lucien hadn't realized how quickly he was in fact eating the breakfast. "You were kind enough to do this for me, I think it's only fair the lady gets her choice of what we do and where we go first. Though the ranch might be best saved for last given the exertion and smell that others might not find too appealing in the close quarters of the autobus. That is unless you'd prefer to take one of those death machines outside." He looked loathsomely out of the panoramic window beside the table to the driveway in which a few cars sat for the Aurazin to make use of should needed thanks to the Ailwards. "Wretched things." Lucien turned and looked to her with a wry smile. "More and more I may take you up on that suggestion to get a small stable here to ride a horse everywhere instead."  

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Carmela gave an easy laugh as he spoke of times before now, “Well if you would ever like to learn how to be better in the kitchen. We live together, I am happy to teach you.” She gave a toss of her hair to show how confident she was that she could get him making omelets and more in no time, if that is what he wished to do with his time. She got to work making the pair an omelet each when he was done, she plated it and sat it in front of him. It was as if her movements were that of a dancer filled with grace and fluid in motions. “Coffee tends to have the effect of lifting the fog, unless you have ADHD. In my studies at the Hospital I have learned when someone has ADHD, caffeine tends to have an opposite effect.” Her work with children had been so full of knowledge, it's been interesting and beneficial to her time stuck on this plane.

Finishing her Omelet shortly after his she was there sitting beside him with a mug of her own. She chuckled and put her fork into the steaming egg, “Because our memories of such desires play out and our body wants to relive those memories.” She gave her best logical answer, “You are most welcome Mr. Lucien. Always happy to keep another from going off on an adventure hungry.” She gave a wink towards him before taking the bite that was calling her name since placing it on the fork.

“Back down?” she gave an easy chuckle and smirked to him, “One do I look like someone who backs down from anything? And two a chance to learn of a time from someone who had been there and is an expert in history due to their love of it is invaluable.” She tucked her hair behind her ear as she took another bite. There was something about breakfast food that had been some of Carmela's favorites, maybe it was because of the wide variety of sweet to savory that could mingle together. She gave a look that said she was thinking hard on what they should do first, yet she agreed with saving the Ranch for last.

“I agree the Ranch smell lingering into the Museum seems rather unpleasant for those who aren’t cut out for Ranch life.” They all were truly different breeds compared to those of modern times. “And you can just call it Bus if you would like.” She gave a small smirk towards him, finding it rather adorable how he called it Autobus. “I mean I know how to drive so if you are willing to put your life on the line.” The joke left her lips then a sadness came upon her realizing how death for them now would bring an unknown with the vile closed. “I think having a small stable here and a few horses would be good not only for you but some of the others. Horses are great Therapy animals I have learned.” She said finishing her last bite and getting up to grab her shoes and jacket so they could set out on their plans.

Lucien gave a rather embarrassed smile at her encouragement. It wasn't often he found someone who was interested in the far past at a time when he was still wandering the world. If there was anyone that would appreciate it, it would of course be another who came from a different era such as Carmela. "Ah, you say that now, but..." he teased, chuckling. "An hour of my rambling on and on and you may find yourself wanting to lose yourself among the masses downtown. Maybe today I will actually be able to see the whole of museum instead of spending too much time on one exhibit. It'll be some incentive to keep moving with you there."

Carmela's correction of his use of the word autobus made his face crinkle in thought for a moment before he happened to catch the new emotion on her face. A sadness seemed to pass over her features as she mentioned having a stable here to possibly help others with their own troubles. He empathized then, knowing she must be thinking of her own pain with being away from the veil. Lucien did understand how well the animals could aid in despair. He had found himself taking his own mount out many times when his mind could no longer make sense of the world. The fresh air and sense of freedom helped him clear his head and break from the constant torment he had between his allegiances of the war.

His thoughts were interrupted as she moved, his eyes looking up to her before quickly taking the last of his food into his mouth. There was a moment of lament as it was gone so fast. He really did enjoy her cooking and told himself to appreciate it more before swallowing without much for tasting it, but Lucien was on his feet to place the dishes into the sink and jogging to catch up with her, mouthing the word 'bus' to make sure he didn't sound any more odd than he probably did when talking to people of this time. 

Shrugging on his overcoat, he pulled the door open for Carmela and stood on the wrap around porch to stare at the metal machines that sat there so unassumingly. "I suppose it only makes sense to take the car," he stressed, making sure not to say automobile, "since we would have to get into town to take the bus anyway being so far away from the city out here." He turned to her with a teasing smirk, feeling rather proud of himself. "How does one petition for a route to come out here to the prairies? Perhaps a letter will do the government offices some convincing with the threat they will have people on horses riding into the city without their compliance." Shaking his head and chuckling to himself, Lucien sighed. "I suppose I will just have to get used to the idea of riding in one of those things." The sentry extended his arm out with a slight bow of his head to her in invitation. "After you, Miss Carmela. My life is in your hands." His brow then raised in thought. Sometimes he was so out of touch when it came to the others in the lodge. "Where did you learn to drive?"

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Carmela gave an easy roll of her eyes towards him, “I mean you have a rather lovely voice, so really i can just get lost in that even if I don’t hear a single word you say.” She teased back, giving a gentle gasp from her lips. “You have yet to see the whole museum? With the amount of time you spend there I had always assumed you had seen it at least a handful of times.” She thought about it and then realized that maybe getting lost in a room at a time was common for him because he would get stuck in memories of people from his past. She was sure she herself would get lost in such memories if they went to a museum about her time era.

“Thank you,” She said as he opened the door for her to walk out first. Carmela moved with grace, grace that managed to carry over from her time outside of the veil. She had once considered herself easy on her feet, always dancing wherever she was going, whenever she needed to get something done. Moving to the sway of the music that only ever seemed to be in her head. It carried over into being an Aurazin, she twirled as she made her way down the stairs landing to the ground at the end.

Carmela smirked to the car and reached into the pocket of the jacket she had slipped on, feeling the keys tucked in the pocket. An easy laugh left her lips as she shook her head towards him “While the threat of people riding horses into town may scare the city, the likelihood of putting a stop all the way out here with no other stops is low. You often have to go to the city hall and put in a letter to start the process of it being permitted. If it is approved then it will go under construction, then finally the bus with the closest route would add it on.” She gave the random knowledge she had managed to pick up from volunteering at the hospital.

“Riding in these things aren’t so bad, you pick up a thing or two once you know the rules.” Carmela said as she slipped herself into the car once he offered her the ability to do so. She pulled the keys out of her pocket and slid it into the keyhole turning the engine over. She looked at him with a raise of her eyebrow in a serious tone. “Well I am going to learn today clearly.” After holding the serious face for a moment she laughed out. “Ah around the time the veil I got help with getting my hands on a book to study.”

She put the car in reverse to back up then in drive to pull down the drive out of the Prairies. “So I studied my head off before I then took the test, and the driving part and passed with flying colors. So really it wasn’t something I knew how to do until recently. I knew it would come in handy for a few of us to know how to drive in case we need to make it to the city quickly. It also helps us look normal.” She smiled but never let her eyes leave the road. She remembered where the museum was due to driving past it many times on her way to the hospital.

After the fifteenth minute drive they were outside of the museum pulling into a parking spot. She smiled at him once the car was in park, turning it off and sliding the key back into her pocket. “Ready to show me your world?” She moved to climb out of the car before making her way to meet him, locking the car so she would follow him inside, following his lead.

Lucien slid into the passenger seat of the car and looked at all the bits and pieces of the dashboard. It felt like he was in a cockpit of a spaceship from what he'd read and watched of the landings of flight crews that explored off planet. Still something he found rather marvelous of humans to figure out. His eyes moved over to Carmela who seemed incredibly assured behind the steering wheel. He gave a slight scoff and smirk at her mentioning that cars weren't so bad, but the expression immediately fell from his face when she implied she was going to learn now. His mouth opened in slight confusion and some form of protest was going to come out once the words could form after the immediate terror he felt let him think properly, but then he realized she had only been joking. He shook his head with a smile and urged his nerves to calm down.

He watched as she confidently exited down the long road from their lodge and out towards the city, nodding at her reasoning to learn. "Well, I have no argument there. Normality, or some form of it, is the only way to really survive in this new time. Traveling is what is most impressive. The fact that anyone can get from here to across the country and mere hours is astonishing. Time is different in the veil and I was rather out of touch always being in the void. I'd missed on a lot of what humans accomplished in my absence from Earth." Lucien's eyes glanced at the buildings, bridges, and other structures through the window of the car, appreciating the marvel of humans' capabilities, but still being slightly anxious to be riding in the car.

Once the museum came into view, he was able to relax slightly. His hand reached for the seatbelt as soon as the car was in park and nearly leaping from the seat to get outside. One probably couldn't decipher if it was because of his excitement to be there or just to get out of the speeding death machine. Lucien walked around to the driver's side and offered his arm to Carmela before glancing up to the many stone steps to get inside. "Your world is in there too, Miss Carmela. Lots of other worlds as well," he replied. "You'll be teaching me a thing or two, I'm sure. Yes, I might know what an object is, but not always the story behind it. I would like to hear more about your stories if such an object inspires?"

At the doorway stood one of the guards and a young teenage girl who was collecting the tickets. "Ah, good morning, Mr. Jordan," he said to the tall security guard who gave a thin lipped smile in greeting back. Lucien could already feel how much the man was not looking forward to having to chase him out of the museum which had become a bit of a routine now. The girl was chewing her gum rather loudly and had her hand out expectantly. "Oh, yes. Right." He fumbled in his pockets for a moment before producing his membership pass which allowed a guest to accompany him. "Here you are." She scanned the laminated ticket and shoved it back towards him before reaching for her phone again to begin mindless scrolling. He placed it back in his pocket and offered his arm to Carmela again, speaking under his breath as they went through the metal detectors. "Kids these days..."

Once the space opened up inside, the very first exhibit they came to was an enormous display of brachiosaurus skeletal bones that towered over them in a habitat built to look like what might have existed millions of years ago. Next to it was a mirroring exhibit that had an animatronic version of it, grazing the tree tops along with two others of its herd. The creature moved its head back and forth poorly and you could hear the machinery creaking underneath. "So what was it like seeing these giants walking along the roads?" he teased her.

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There was something about watching the terror cross his face then the smile that came that made Carmela feel like she won a special prize. It had felt like ages since he gave a smile like that. As the small talk about how the world had advanced and a lot of them had to grow to get used to it, some more than others. It was fascinating to see the world through the eyes of the other Aurazin’s in her opinion. Having their own timeline of history in the home they all shared. The world has changed so much from each time, the need for the next best thing or making life easier was a driving force.

Watching Lucien turn into a kid in a candy story at the excitement of the Museum made Carmela smile. She felt like she had untapped a secret level to the man, wondering if this was one of the only things that would make him feel better if he was having a bad day, it was something she would keep locked in the back of her mind. Carmela linked her arm with his as he offered it. “I can’t wait to see all the worlds.” She said with a smile, “I will try my best to be as good of a teacher as you are.” She said with a gentle bump of their shoulders together. She was excited to see what the Evermore Museum had to offer after all she had never spent time in this part of the city for long.

Carmela couldn’t help the chuckle that left her lips as he patted away for the membership card. Looking at the guard she gave an easy smile and waved towards him wondering if he would wave back or if he had to stand still like the guards for the queen. Taking Lucien's arm once again she looked to the girl as they walked through the security metal detectors. “I will say I will never understand those phones, or social media. I can’t make heads or tails of half the messages that come into mine. So many egg plant pictures.” She gave an easy shrug as she looked at the sheer vastness of the museum. Letting out a gentle breath at all the things on what seemed like endless displays. “Wow.”

She felt her arm slip form Lucien's as she moved around not really paying attention to the other people who were around yet somehow gracefully avoiding bumping into them as she stared up to the Brachiosaurus Skeletal. “Tell me, have you tried climbing on it?” She asked in a teasing tone. Looking at the mechanical ones. “If you think about it, giraffes are the modern day version of these beautiful creatures.” She tried to relate it somewhat to something she had stood beside before

“It’s crazy to think about how much times have changed and what beings have come and gone.” She mused lightly as she looked back to him with a gentle realization on her face. “I wonder if they could grieve loss like humans do. Sometimes I wish I had the ability to time travel just to study all the differences in time itself but I know very well that isn’t the best idea either.” Messing with time was a power she was glad she didn’t have secretly, the fact there was an aspect to preserve such things proves it's not meant to be in the hands of others.

Lucien lifted his head and turned it at an angle to get a better view of the stiff moving robotic, taking a few steps back to fully admire the thing, even if it was only a representation of what it was meant to be in life. He pondered on her question while wondering if this was in fact how dinosaurs looked and acted when they owned the Earth before the arrivals of humans. Since being back on this plane, Lucien learned that although recorded writings did depict and help humans of this generation to get an insight to what life was like thousands and even millions of years ago, he knew that even things from hundreds of years ago when he was alive wasn't always so accurate. 

"Oh, I'm certain of it," he finally answered, folding his arms across his chest and appreciating the pure size of something on land being so large and surprisingly passive in its powerful stature. A small group of children darted passed him in a whirlwind of shouts and giggles then making him spin. He smiled and shook his head before stepping closer to Carmela. "Animals love as fiercely as humans," he started, a ghost of a memory slipping across his shadowed blue eyes as he thought back to many years ago. "We had a pair of horses that were inseparable. One of them had an injury to its leg. Something that was life threatening, we feared. Despite all the efforts and capabilities we had at the time, there was nothing that could be done, and he was put down. Its mate was inconsolable. We could hardly get her to move or eat for days and feared she would join the first soon. Thankfully she pulled through the grief at her own, slow pace and started to come around again."

Hands clasping behind his back, he met her eyes once the memory had slipped back into its place within his mind. "Time travel would be an astounding gift. I would love to study it all, I'd never get enough. But you're right," Luke sighed, thinking exactly where he would start if he had a chance at getting back to any point in time. "It isn't the best idea. It would be impossible to not interfere in some way, even with the best intentions of only observation." A sadness caused the corners of his mouth to turn down slightly. "And I don't know if I could stop myself from selfishly changing personal grievances."  He knew nothing further needed to be said as she would understand that want just as much as him.

"But!" He quickly cut short the darkening cloud that wanted to weave its way over his intentions for the day. "No need to dwell on the what-ifs. All we have is now." Smiling to Carmela, he offered his arm to her again with a mischievous glint in his eyes that looked off into the next hallway leading into the rest of the museum. "Ready for more of the history of the world? There's much to see and frankly, I think closing the museum at 4 is far too early for anyone to truly get to everything."

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