Chapter 26

"What are you doing here?" Quinn's voice was quiet and controlled.

I just stared, first at Quinn, then at Sue. The whole thing was just too surreal.

"I think the better question is, how did you get here?" I asked, because as far as I knew, the roads were blocked.

Sue shrugged and clasped her hands behind her back. "I was airlifted here by a very high placed associate of the CIA who owes me a favor." She gave us one of those weird, patronizing smiles.

I scoffed and moved past Quinn, who seemed glued in place. I unzipped my jacket and threw it on the floor, and kicked off my snow boots. Everything was soaked through and freezing, and I was ready to take a hot shower.

"Don't just stand there, Q, say something. Aren't you glad to see me?"

Quinn lifted an eyebrow and gave Sue a cold look. "Of course I am, after how much love and compassion you gave me last year.."

I kept shooting quick, tense little looks between Quinn and Sue. Quinn had never been bold in front of our former cheerleading coach, at least not where I could see it. I was too used to Quinn simpering and whining and sucking up to Sue. Even though she didn't have any power over us here, the automatic desire to cower and bow was like a reflex.

"Old water under the bridge." Sue made a dismissive gesture and turned around to look at me. I was busy tugging off my sticky jeans and trying to be covert about it. I had no intention of getting hypothermia because Sue Sylvester seemed to appear out of thin air. And this is my room.

Not like she hasn't seen me in various states of nakedness before. It was just strange.

I suddenly missed my Cheerios uniform.

"And you, Sandbags. How are you?"

I shrugged, not quite getting the reference she made. "Fine."

I hadn't told Sue about my boob job. I didn't think anyone had. But the way she was eyeing me up and down made me think she probably knew about it.

I was being paranoid. That's an old fear, that Sue can read minds and that hiding things from her is useless.

She doesn't have anything on me, or any way to hurt or humiliate me here.

"How did they just let you in here?" Quinn asked in an amazed voice.

Sue chuckled dryly and didn't offer an answer to the question.

I tugged on a pair of flannel pajama bottoms and sat on my bed, looking up at Sue and over to Quinn. Her clothes were dripping onto the shiny hardwood floor.

"Quinn," I murmured, trying to get her attention. She flicked her gaze towards me. "You need to get out of those wet clothes."

Quinn shrugged and walked towards her bed, stepping around Sue. Her movements were slow and ponderous, as if she didn't quite believe the things she was seeing.

I didn't blame her. I mean, I'm a little perturbed about it too. But this is Sue. I'm beyond being shocked at just how far her reach is, or how insane she is.

"So what can we help you with?" I asked, trying to distract her from watching Quinn undress.

I mean, she wasn't doing it in a creepy way. But still. I didn't like the idea of somebody else looking at Quinn naked.

"I actually came here to offer you both a proposition." Sue's face was hard and wrinkly and was its typical, no-nonsense self.

"But then things changed and so now I only need to talk to Quinn."

I looked at her, nervously. She had changed into pajamas and was gathering up the wet clothes, putting them in a hamper. She looked the sopping pile of my clothes on the ground and bit her lip, anxious. She wanted to put those up, too. But she would have had to walk past Sue to get them.

"All right." Quinn said finally, and looked at Sue. Both of them were standing, and even though they weren't particularly close, it felt like the entire room was too small and cramped.

I stayed sitting on my mattress, just watching.

"I'm willing to overlook your little misadventure last year and want to offer you your position back on the Cheerios." Sue looked directly at Quinn when she said it.

It felt a little bit like somebody sucked all the oxygen out of the room. I had a hard time breathing.

Quinn went incredibly still, and her eyes never left Sue's face. I could tell that the fact that she was completely frozen meant she was struggling with shock, or some other kind of emotion she didn't want to let Sue in on.

"My parents already paid for the tuition for the rest of the year," Quinn said carefully. "I'm in the show choir here, and on the track team.."

"Oh please, like that could be more gratifying than being a national star?" Sue dismissed Quinn's words with a wave of her hand. "I already spoke with your parents, and they're willing to let you come back to McKinley in the spring."

Quinn's eyebrows furrowed and she flicked a glance at me.

I didn't offer any kind of response. I was still reeling from it.

"I'm going to be frank with you." Sue said, in a tone that meant she probably wasn't. "Without you two and Brittany's useless ability to shake her booty, I have no show. I think that we might actually lose nationals this year."

I glared at the back of Sue's head. "If you hadn't tried to shoot her out of a cannon, you'd probably still have Brittany on the squad.."

Sue didn't even turn to look at me, but I could tell she was rolling her eyes. "That can't happen, Q," She plowed on, ignoring me. "McKinley needs you."

"Uh," Quinn said, and swallowed. "I'm going to have to think about it."

Sue glared at her. "Don't disappoint me in this, Q. I pulled a lot of strings for us to be able to have this meeting."

"You could have just called, or e-mailed.." I said, even though I knew she'd most likely ignore me.

"What about Santana?" Quinn asked, and surprised me. I jolted my gaze towards her. "You said without the two of us, you had no game. So why aren't you asking her, too?"

Sue swiveled on the balls of her feet and turned to look at me. "Her parents are already pulling her out of here at the end of the semester. I went over to talk to them and found out they already had plans to bring her back to McKinley anyway."

It felt like somebody had dumped a bucket of cold water over me. Quinn's face immediately froze again, and I sucked in a tense breath. It was hard for me to hear what Sue was saying.

How could they make that decision, and not tell me?

"I had no idea," I whispered, my eyes locked on Quinn's.

She just gave a subtle, gentle nod.

"Well ladies, as thrilled as this has been, I'm late for a meeting with the mayor. So I'll take my leave of you, and let you reminisce over your glory days on the Cheerios. I hope you don't wet yourselves with excitement, thinking about how much you have to look forward to coming back."

We watched in silence as Sue marched towards the door and then disappeared from it with a slam.

I couldn't suppress the way I flinched when I heard her yelling at somebody on the other side.

"Well that was freaky," I said finally.

Quinn sat down on her bed suddenly, as if her legs gave out.

"It was like an episode of the Twilight Zone," I said, trying to lighten the mood.

Quinn wouldn't look at me, and it seemed like her eyes were unfocused and staring.

"Hey, are you all right?" I stood up and walked over to her, and sat down on the bed beside her. I wrapped an arm around her shoulders and squeezed. Everywhere her skin touched mine, it was ice cold.

"Yeah." Quinn blinked, and let out a heaving breath. "Yeah, that was just completely unexpected."

I nodded. It hadn't really hit me yet, what Sue had said. I wasn't allowing myself time to process it.

"What are you going to do?" I asked, gnawing on my bottom lip. I watched Quinn's face anxiously, trying to pick up on the physical cues of what she was thinking.

Quinn kept her features under control, though, and gave away nothing. "I don't know."

"How could you not tell me about this?" I hissed into the receiver of my phone.

"Santanita, I was going to. I wanted to do it in person, when you came home for Christmas break. Las cosas son difíciles en este momento."

My mother's voice was soft and pleading, and for once, it didn't work to soothe me. It just made me more enraged.

"Mama!" I shouted, cutting off her weak explanation. "That makes no sense! What if I left important things here because I thought I was going to come back? ¿Alguna vez pensar en otra cosa?"

"Aiie, Santana, calm down."

"I just don't see how Papa had such an abrupt change of heart about this! A few months ago he told me if I got kicked out of here, he'd personally send me packing to Puerto Rico with Tia Juanita!" I pinched the bridge of my nose, trying not to scream. I was so frustrated and so irritated. I hated the idea that I had no control over my own life, that my parents were playing these power games with me.

"Santana, there is something I have to tell you about your father and me," My mother said, and she sounded wary and tired.

It made my spine straighten with something like fear.

"What?" I snapped.

"Your father…" She let out a sigh that crackled over the line. "He knows. About the affair. He left me, hijita."

I stared at the blank wall of my dorm room, processing. And suddenly I was seething.

"Are you fucking kidding me! So now my life is ruined because you couldn't keep it in your pants?" I yelled into the phone and I didn't care that it was loud enough for people outside of my room to hear.

"Don't talk to me that way, Santana," My mother warned, but her voice lacked conviction. She felt as ashamed of it as I was angry about it.

"So why does that have anything to do with me?" I realized that I was an instant away from crying. Tears clawed at the back of my throat, burning. I had to swallow several times and take short, shallow breaths. I was just so pissed. I couldn't think straight. "Your problems are not my problems!"

"Felix is being difficult about financial support." My mother said carefully, as if she didn't really want to reveal a lot about that particular part of their separation. "He doesn't want to battle custody with me, so he's willing to let you stay with me.. but he isn't willing to provide the tuition for you to remain at Atherton." My mother paused, and her tone of voice changed into something like coaxing. "I'm not sure why you're so upset, Santanita. I thought you hated it there? Don't you want to come home?"

I was shaking my head against everything my mother said. In a matter of minutes, I had found out three things that were going to irreparably change my life – I was going back to Lima, my parents were getting a divorce, and my dad didn't want me. My dad didn't want me.

"That's not the point, Mama," I said quietly. "First you make me leave my friends and come here, and as soon as I get comfortable I have to go back? I'm halfway through the school year. I'm not going to know anything that's going on in the classes."

It wasn't a lie. And I think that, until about a month ago, I would have jumped at the opportunity to go back to Lima. Atherton wasn't as bad as I originally thought it was going to be, but I really did miss my friends, and my family.

Now there wouldn't even be that. I would be going back to a home without a family in it. Just me and my mom, the two people my father had rejected.

"I know it's difficult, niña. I'm sorry. I'll hire you tutors, whatever you want, so you can get caught up when you come back."

It was a cold consolation. It did nothing to comfort me.

"I don't want to go back," I said, and this time I let the misery show in my voice. "Please, Mama. Is there a way to talk to Papa? Will he maybe change his mind if I call him?"

"I don't think so, Santana. I'm sorry." My mother's most favorite and over-used phrase; I'm sorry. It was as if she thought things could actually be fixed by using them.

I hung up the phone after saying goodbye, and I finally let myself cry. I settled heavily onto my bed and clutched my pillow to my face, not caring that mascara and eyeliner would stain the sheets. I sobbed and sobbed because it wasn't fair, and I felt hopeless and powerless.

Quinn came in from practicing with the Vox a few hours later. By then, my eyes were dry, though they were scratchy and irritated. My whole face felt swollen and I had a headache.

I hadn't wanted to go to practice, because I knew I only had a few weeks left here. There was no point. I wouldn't be with them at regionals. They needed to figure out what they were going to do without me.

"Did you talk to your mom?" Quinn asked, taking in my face.

I just nodded.

Quinn pursed her lips, and began stripping off her uniform. I watched her go through the motions of changing, and it seemed like she was taking longer than usual, almost as if she were trying to buy time.

"I'm guessing Sue was right about what she said." Quinn said finally, after she'd tugged on a sweater and some jogging pants.

I nodded again and used the back of my hand to swipe away at the dried tear marks on my face. I looked at the black smudges on my skin and realized I probably looked like a sick raccoon.

"Have you talked to your parents yet?" I asked.

Quinn shook her head, and finally, after straightening up things in the room that didn't need to be straightened, she wandered over to me and sat down next to me on the bed. She seemed anxious and distant, which unnerved me.

I didn't know what to do with this. We had spent the rest of the weekend and the first half of the week acting like Sue's visit had been a mirage, but the closer it got to Winter Break – and the end of the semester – the harder it was to ignore the fact that I wasn't coming back to Atherton, and Quinn had a decision to make.

"I don't think there's a point," Quinn said carefully, neutrally. She kept her gaze pinned on something across the room and didn't look at me. "I'm not going back."

I watched her face and tried to absorb the immediate shock of pain that washed over me and through me. It wasn't entirely unexpected, but it was agonizing.

"Why not?" I whispered, and tried not to sound too desperate. My lips trembled and I fought back another wave of tears, sniffling quietly.

Quinn's hands tensed on the comforter. "Why would I?" She asked carefully, and her tone was cold. "Go back to being hypocrite Quinn Fabray? The stuck up Bible thumper who got knocked up while captaining the celibacy club?"

"What about head Cheerio, Quinn Fabray?" I asked, my voice steadying. I was finding, through the solid sheet of pain in my chest, that I was annoyed at Quinn. "What about the Quinn who was part of glee club? Or honor roll Quinn Fabray? The Quinn who had perfect attendance?"

All this time, I had imagined she had changed, and didn't care about labels, or social status. And this right here made it clear to me that I was wrong.

"Nobody knows about how badly I fucked up, here." Quinn was still staring out into the room, and even though she was right next to me, it felt like she was miles away. "Nobody has anything to judge me by." She turned to me, and finally looked at me, and her eyes were hard to read. "Don't you get it? At McKinley I had to fight for every scrap of recognition or respect, and then everything got tossed away because of one stupid, drunk decision. I can't go back there." Quinn shrugged. "There's nothing for me there."

I watched her face and tried to discern how exactly I had missed this. How it was possible that this girl still lived inside Quinn's skin, and that Quinn had only pretended to be rid of her. I was a little shocked at the fact that it surprised me, but I guess I shouldn't be.

"I'll be there," I whispered, even though it hurt. It felt like someone was ripping the words out of me, and they were dragging my heart out of my chest right along with them.

I realized it made me seem desperate and needy. I realized it sounded pathetic and lovesick. I didn't care.

Quinn's face softened a fraction and she looked like she wanted to reach out to me. I stiffened and withdrew, shifting away from her. I knew I wouldn't be able to stay coherent if she started being kind to me, when I felt like this.

"Santana, I'll be home in May." She looked at me with heavy eyes, and I think I sort of saw pity there. I'm not sure.

It feels terrible to have the person you love look at you like that.

I just shook my head, fighting back the way the tears built in my eyes and wanted to spill out. I looked away from her and then shrugged.

I felt her shift on the bed and the next thing I knew, she was wrapping her arms around me. I buried my face against her neck and struggled with my breathing, combating sobs. Thin, hot tears trickled out of the corners of my eyes, and they absorbed against her skin and sweat shirt.

"Shh, Santana. It's okay." Quinn murmured, her hands running up and down my back.

I sucked in a heavy breath. "I don't want to go back without you, Quinn." I swallowed the way the words tasted like shame, because I knew it wasn't enough. I knew that even if I laid myself bare and exposed all the parts of me, it still wouldn't be enough for her. I was woefully lacking and I knew it, intrinsically.

"I know," Quinn said into my hair. "I'm sorry."

"I just found you," I whispered, and the words were full of ache.

Quinn squeezed me tighter to her and my chest cracked on a sob. I just gave in, letting the tears fall free, allowing my body to shake and heave against her. I didn't have control over it anymore.

I didn't have control over anything. Not the way my body was slowly unraveling into hysterical tears, or the way Quinn Fabray held my heart in her hands and, even if she didn't mean to, was slowly shredding it. I didn't have control over the fact that my mother slept with someone my age and now my father doesn't want to have anything to do with either of us.

It all felt like a bad dream, and I kept begging to wake up.

"At least come back to Lima for Christmas, Quinn. Please." I looked at her and my eyes and voice were pleading.

My suitcase and duffle bags were open on my bed and I had begun angrily throwing clothes and items into them haphazardly. I was packing in a rage, because I felt desperate and panicked. I didn't care if my shit got wrinkled or broken. I wanted to personally destroy something, maybe it would make this feeling go away.

Quinn was calmly going behind me and pulling out the wadded clothes, folding them, and then replacing them in the bags.

My drawers were open and a cluster of pens, paper, and trash were littered everywhere. Discarded hangers strung on the floor and my laptop was zipped up in its case.

"I told you, my dad already booked us on a cruise. I haven't really seen him since him and my mom divorced. I can't just cancel on him now." Quinn's voice was steady and direct, and the way she was re-packing my things seemed like she was under complete control.

I wanted to scream and kick something. I wanted to slap her, kiss her. I wanted to tie her up and smuggle her into my car and back to Lima with me, with or without her consent.

Instead, I just furiously kept tossing things onto my bed, not caring if they made it into one of the open bags or not.

"I'm so pissed!" I said finally. I turned to look at her and couldn't contain how irritated I was.

Quinn just straightened and looked at me, her expression calm and understanding.

I hated that look on her face. It was condescending. It was annoying.

I wanted to cling to her and never let her go.

"Why can't you just do one thing for me, why?" I asked, bitterly. I was twisting a hanger in my hands over and over again to keep them preoccupied. I felt like I was only a second away from snapping and doing something crazy.

Quinn's eyebrow winged upwards, and she got this crazy look on her face. Like maybe she couldn't believe what I said. Or maybe she couldn't believe I had the nerve to say it.

"Santana, that's really rich." Her voice was a tad arrogant now. "I mean, considering."

I glared at her. "This is bullshit, Quinn. I'm not leaving you! You're leaving me! The least you could do is spend a few weeks with me back home."

Quinn just shook her head and watched me, patiently. I think she had the impression that I was going to do something insane.

I really wanted to. I just didn't know what.

"It's such bullshit." I said again, aggravated. "It isn't fair."

I wasn't just talking about the fact that Quinn had already made plans with her dad for Christmas. I was talking about my parents, my transfer back to McKinley, everything.

Quinn nodded and then she walked over towards me. I watched her, my face screwed up with anger and frustration. I felt itchy and frustrated, like my skin was too tight. I was uncomfortable and edgy and I didn't know what to do to feel better.

Quinn didn't say anything like I'm sorry or I know or It's okay. It made it slightly better because those weren't the words I wanted to hear, anyway.

I wanted to hear the words I love you and I won't leave you, or I love you and I'm coming with you, or I love you and it's enough for me.

But I knew that it wasn't. It wasn't enough for her to abandon everything she had here, to go back to McKinley and try to pick up the broken pieces of her life.

She put her hands on my face, cupping it. Her palms were warm against my skin, even though my skin was hot and flushed from all the pent up anger I felt. She looked into my eyes and just watched me for a minute, and moment by moment, I slowly wound down. It was hard to focus on anything else other than the way her hands cupped my cheeks, the way her thumbs moved slowly over the skin there.

She edged in closer to me and pressed a soft kiss against my lips. It was feather-light at first, and it wasn't supposed to be sexy or arousing. It was a gentle, reassuring kiss. It was meant to be comforting.

It felt like all the rage drained out of me I was suddenly hollow and light. My limbs lacked stability and I trembled against her, pressing my lips together, trying to distract myself from the way that my heart ached and cracked in my chest.

Quinn pulled away from me and slid her hand down my arm, using her fingers to cup my wrist. She drew me the few feet towards her bed and gently pushed me back against the blankets and pillows.

My eyes watered and I blinked furiously. I didn't want to cry. I'd spent the last few weeks crying off and on, while plowing through midterms and finishing up the mandated anger management meetings with Mr. Neely. It didn't matter to him that I was leaving. He made me sign a contract and he wanted me to finish it.

But it was either cry and feel helpless and sad, or build myself up and keep a wall of fury between me and the world. Between me and Quinn. It was the only way I could handle the idea that we would go from spending every day, almost every minute together, to nothing. To a few sporadic phone calls, text messages, and e-mails.

It wasn't enough. It wasn't enough because I felt like I wanted to submerge myself in Quinn, to burrow into her and never leave.

I don't think that's exactly healthy, but it was true.

I think the second I realized I loved Quinn, it was like a switch got flipped. I went from trying desperately to keep her at arm's length, to avoid letting her get too close to me, to now wanting all the contact I could get. I realized that I needed Quinn and it hurt.

I didn't want to need her, and the fact that I couldn't change anything about that, either, was just one more reason to cry.

It was pathetic. I mean, what even? Who does that? Way to live up to the lesbian stereotype. I definitely lost every single bit of my game when it came to Quinn, and I didn't care.

Quinn was lifting my arms and pulling my t-shirt over my head. Her movements were gentle and loving, and she smoothed my hair back down once the shirt was off. She tugged on my sweatpants and pulled them down, tossing them on the floor. She looked at my face for a moment before she pulled off her own clothes and then lied down beside me.

I knew that Quinn was trying to revert back to her preferred method of communicating, and I was trying frantically to stop the tears pooling in my eyes. If Quinn wanted this, then I did. I wanted to let her have any part of me that she wanted, in hopes that maybe she'd understand.

I didn't think it would change anything, but I hoped that it would.

Quinn pressed soft, delicate kisses over my face, forcing me to squeeze my eyes shut.

"Are you okay?" She whispered, when the second set of fat tears plopped down my face.

I just nodded, and lifted my hands to wipe at them.

"Santana.." Quinn said, and her tone was sad.

I couldn't take that. I didn't want Quinn feeling sorry for me.

I didn't have a choice, because she immediately wrapped her arms around me and pulled me into her. It wasn't the first time since we'd heard the news, though I knew it would be the last.

"I don't want to cry. Just gimme a minute." I said, thickly, into the hollow of her throat.

Quinn just nodded and swiped a palm down my hair, threading her fingers through it.

"I love you," Quinn whispered against me.

It made my chest crack and heave. I bit my lip to stop myself from sobbing. I didn't want to sob again.

"I love you too, so much." I murmured.

It wasn't exactly what I wanted to hear from her, but it was close. It was almost enough.

I didn't have it in me to have sex with Quinn again. I marveled at that, at the fact that even though I knew I wouldn't be seeing her again anytime soon, probably not until spring break, I couldn't bring myself to take advantage of what she was offering. I felt too sad and vulnerable, too weak and hopeless.

Quinn held me until the sun began sinking and evening set in.

"We have to finish packing and head out." Quinn said quietly.

I tightened my arms around her, but nodded.

It had grown chilly in the room since neither one of us was wearing clothes, and we were on top of the blankets. My skin felt cold and numb.

Quinn pulled away first, and by reflex I did the same. I sat up and looked around at the room, which was dim and quiet.

We didn't talk much in the last hour we spent together. I started packing things the way Quinn wanted them packed, neatly and with planning. I even helped her get her stuff ready, too.

I walked out of the dorm room with my bags strewn over me and with sunglasses on my face, the same way I walked in. I felt a little stupid to be wearing the sunglasses, but my eyes were red and swollen, and I didn't want to answer any questions about it.

There was much less snow on the ground now than there had been when Sue came and visited. The storms had died down, but with the sun setting, the temperature was dropping fast. I hurried to my car in the parking lot and popped the trunk, shoving my stuff inside.

I watched as Quinn did the same to hers, and then as she slowly walked back over to me.

I looked at her in the watery twilight and tried, again, to tell myself that this wasn't the end of the world.

"We shouldn't have a long goodbye, or whatever," I said into the evening air, white clouds puffing out from my mouth.

Quinn looked at me with that pained, understanding look. "Santana—"

"No, it's all right." I interrupted her and shrugged. I felt like a hollow place had taken up residence where my heart should be located. "Really. I know I'll see you in March on spring break."

"Maybe before then. I might come down for a weekend."

I shrugged, because I doubted it. Quinn had hardly made the trip back to Lima since school started, and I didn't expect her to do it now. I didn't want her to make empty promises.

"I'll see you later, then." I crunched through the snow towards my driver's door.

"I really do love you, Santana." Quinn said into the stillness, and it caused me to look at her over the roof of my car.

She was standing by her own car door and was watching me, and her face had a hint of sorrow on it.

I struggled against the way it wanted to claw into my chest and make my heart ache all over again.

"I know." I shrugged again, and looked down at the ground. "But it's not enough."

I didn't miss the way Quinn's features contorted on a flash of pain, but I couldn't bring myself to face it. I quickly pulled the car door open and slipped in, slamming it shut. I plugged the key into the ignition and barely gave it time to warm up before I shifted it into park and began the long drive out of there.

I didn't look back, to see if Quinn was getting into her car, too. I didn't want to think about how Quinn would travel most of the way with me back to Lima, but then peel off towards the city where her dad lived with his new girlfriend. It made it harder to imagine that she'd only be a few car lengths away from me for the better part of five hours. It made it hurt more, to think about how close she was, but how impossibly far away she'd be at the same time.

I took the road that led onto the highway and set my car into cruise control, once I realized that the street lights were blurry because my eyes were leaking tears again.

I pushed angrily at my face, wiping them away. I have a bottomless supply of tears, I guess. Everything inside of me hurt, and it was some of the worst pain I'd ever dealt with.

It just seemed so sad and tragic, that right when I finally faced my own fears and let myself accept that I was in love with Quinn, that we were being torn apart.

My life, the TV soap opera.

It was worse because I never thought I could feel things so intensely for someone, ever. Nothing prepared me for this. Why doesn't love come with a warning label?

I was choking back sobs, trying desperately to keep my eyes open enough to see the road, when my car slipped against a patch of black ice. I had no idea what was happening, because suddenly I was spinning and then the car came to a sudden halt with a muted whumph. The impact was jarring and abrupt, and I heard something – I don't know what – crack, dimly. Then everything went black.

To be continued…

A/N: All right, so. Originally I was going to just leave it at that and not continue this story, because I didn't really have much else to do with it. But you guys just kept saying such nice things to me that it got me to thinking and I realized I do want to write more.

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