Hey, guys! I'm back with another chapter! I know that Derek seems OOC in this story, but like I said before, I like seeing a softer side to him. So here's chapter 2 and I hope you enjoy! :)

The first thing Derek did when he woke up the next day was check on Faline. She was still sleeping away in his bed with a small smile on her face. It made him wonder what she could possibly be dreaming about. Derek thought about it and he figured that this was probably the most sleep the she-wolf has had in years. That was definitely something worth smiling about.

He also noticed Faline hugging his pillow close to her body. A strange wave of emotion hit Derek hard. Was he actually… jealous of a pillow? His own pillow, to be exact. A low chuckle rumbled in his chest. How juvenile of him. Derek hadn't been jealous for a girl since high school and he's come a long way since then. But then again, Faline wasn't just some girl just some girl to him. She was definitely special, even though Derek didn't really know in what way she was.

Deciding to let her sleep in a little longer- and shake off whatever it was he was feeling- Derek stripped out of his wife-beater and sweatpants and pulled on a pair of basketball shorts. He remained shirtless as he worked out in his loft, being careful not to wake Faline up. His work-out contained many sets of pull-ups, push-ups, and sit-ups. Music would usually be blasting from his iPod but because of Faline still sleeping in his bed, Derek decided to go without it.

After his work-out, he called Scott to come over to the loft after school and to bring Lydia with him with an extra set of clothes. When Scott asked why, all Derek told him was to just do with no questions asked and then hung up. It was now about one in the afternoon and Faline was still knocked asleep. Figuring that she would be hungry when she woke up, Derek decided to make her some lunch. Or at least attempt to do so.

Being a bachelor, Derek never had to worry about making anyone else breakfast, lunch, or dinner. And because there was no one to cook for him, he always ate out. In his refrigerator were empty takeout boxes and Styrofoam containers. Leftovers weren't very appetizing to serve to a guest. The top of Derek's to-do list now was to go grocery shopping for Faline's sake. Finally in one of the drawers, he saw slices of cheese and bread on the counter so he decided on making one of the only meals he ever learned how to make- grilled cheese and tomato soup. Derek took out the cheese, two slices of bread, and can of tomato soup and went to work. He was now thankful for living in a household filled with mostly women for most of his life.

By the time lunch was ready, Derek sensed Faline finally waking up. He turned around and saw her sitting on the edge of the bed and rubbing her eyes. This was the first time Derek had ever seen her hair when it was dry. It was slightly messy from tossing and turning, but her dark curls looked extremely soft and Derek fought the urge to go over to her to run his fingers through it. Faline yawned before pushing herself off the bed. As soon as she saw Derek, she smiled brightly.

"Good morning," she chirped.

Derek looked at the time on his phone. "It's actually past one in the afternoon. I let you sleep in a little late."

"Really?" He nodded. "Oh… Well, how come you didn't wake me up?"

"I didn't want to," Derek admitted, "I knew that you were exhausted from last night so I wanted you to get as much sleep as you could."

Faline smiled. "That was really kind of you. Thank you." She then sniffed the air. "Mmm. Something smells pretty good."

"I thought you would be hungry," Derek said, setting Faline's lunch on the island of his kitchen, "so I made you something to eat. I hope you like grilled cheese and tomato soup. I didn't really have a lot of options here."

"That's perfectly fine with me. I haven't had a home-cooked meal in years." She sat down on the stool and immediately slurped some soup. The warm liquid traveled down Faline's throat and she hummed happily.

Derek brought his own lunch to the island and sat across from the she-wolf. "So when you were living as a wolf, what did you eat?"

"Well, I refused to harm a defenseless creature," Faline told him, "so there were times that I had to sneak into food markets or restaurants."

"You're kidding," the alpha said, eyes widening slightly in shock. Faline shook her head. "Were you ever caught?"

She nodded. "Oh, yeah. Plenty of times. There were some days where I was too afraid to try to sneak in so I skipped meals."

"Wow."

Derek was genuinely blown away by the fact. He could just imagine the workers chasing her out of the building with knives and even guns. It wasn't a pleasant image.

"I know," Faline agreed, "I'm actually surprised that I'm still alive. But being fast really helps." She bit into her sandwich and pointed to her lunch. "This is very yummy."

"Really? I don't really cook… well, at all. Sometime during the week I actually have to get some stuff from the market."

"Can I come with you?"

The alpha raised an eyebrow at Faline's excitement. No one is ever that eager to go shopping for groceries. But like a kid on Christmas morning, Faline looked at Derek with those hopeful bright brown eyes that he so easily got lost in.

"Uh… sure," he answered.

Faline cheered to herself. "Yay! It's just that I always loved grocery shopping when I was younger. My mama and I would cook together all the time. All of our meals were made from scratch."

"So you like to cook?"

"Oh, I love it!" Faline told him, "I remember that my mama made the best tamales and Spanish rice ever. Whenever all of the women in my family would get together and make them, I would always help them out in the kitchen because I wanted to feel like a big girl." She chuckled lightly as she reminisced on the memory. "It was great."

The look on the girl's face warmed Derek's heart. "Maybe one of these nights you should make some for us." He went back to eating until he noticed that Faline wasn't moving. He looked back up and saw her gazing at him in awe and shock. "What's wrong?"

"You're letting me stay?"

It took Derek aback. "Yeah, why wouldn't I?"

"I just thought…" Faline started, "I don't wanna become a burden to you."

"You won't be," the alpha said immediately, "I can't let you go back out there. You could easily die. Hell, if I wasn't there last night…" He shook his head as the thought crept into his mind. "You're staying. That's final."

Faline remained speechless as she searched her savior's face to see if he was being sincere. "How can I repay you?"

"Don't. Consider this as a gift. I don't do this for anyone, but I don't find you as a threat. And you need help. You can't spend the rest of your life running when any day could be your last. Don't worry about owing me anything. Just stay safe here."

Before Derek knew it, Faline pounced on him, wrapping her arms around his neck. It made him stumble in his stool a little, but he kept his balance. Once he processed that the she-wolf was actually hugging him, Derek awkwardly wrapped his arms around her petite waist. But when she nuzzled her nose against Derek's neck, the tension in him surprisingly lessened.

"Thank you so much," Faline mumbled into his neck. Derek grunted in acknowledgement, gently rubbing her back.

She smelled good. Really good, actually. He could still make out his soap Faline used when she showered the night before. And he also sensed pine needles, rain, and… berries. Raspberries, to be exact. The scent never had any effect on Derek before, but now that he was so close to Faline, it made him a little dizzy, but in the best way possible.

"Ahem."

They both turned their heads to see Peter standing in the doorway. When the hell did he even get here? Derek rolled his eyes and stood up. As he did, he pulled away from Faline, making his inner wolf whine in protest.

"Am I interrupting something?" Peter asked, walking in the loft.

"No," Derek said, "What the hell are you doing here?"

"Well I told you that I was dropping by again today," the older Hale told him, "Also, I've never gotten the opportunity to introduce myself to your new friend here." He walked over to Faline. "Peter Hale. Derek's uncle."

"Hello," Faline smiled, holding out her hand, "I'm Faline De Luna. It's a pleasure to meet you."

"The pleasure's all mine," Peter grinned, taking her hand in his, "Faline. What a beautiful name for a beautiful girl." He kissed her hand, making her blush.

A growl crept out of Derek unexpectedly at the gesture, making the other two look his way. Faline cocked her head to the side, slightly confused. But Peter looked at his nephew with an amused smile.

"Down, boy," Peter told him, "I'm just getting acquainted with your guest here."

"Well, it's nice to meet you, Peter," Faline said. She turned to Derek. "Do you mind if I used your restroom."

Derek nodded. "Yeah, go ahead. You remember where it's at?"

"Yep. I'll be right back." She gave him one last smile before walking away.

As soon as Faline was out of view, one of Derek's hands wrapped around Peter's neck and he was then pinned against the wall. "Do not touch her again."

"I was just being friendly," Peter told him.

"No, you were being creepy. There's a difference."

"Don't get your panties in a bunch, Derek. It was just an innocent and friendly gesture that didn't hurt anyone."

"I don't care," Derek growled, "Don't forget that I've killed you once before. Lay a hand on her again, and I'll make sure that you stay dead." He let go of Peter's neck.

Peter coughed. He looked at Derek with raised eyebrows. He was about to question his behavior but then decided to just let it go for now. "So what did you find out about your little omega?"

"She's been on her own as a wolf for sixteen years," Derek told him, "Her old pack was killed off in Mexico by hunters. They were poisoned with wolfsbane so Faline and her mother left. Now her mother's dead and she's all alone. So she's staying here."

"You're taking her in?" Peter asked in shock, "How noble of you. And her last name's De Luna?"

"Yeah. Why, does it sound familiar?"

"I just remember Talia communicating with the De Luna pack a few times when you were younger. They were one of the biggest packs in Mexico. But then all of a sudden, they stopped communicating with us. I'm guessing the poisoning was the reason why."

"I guess so…" Derek trailed off, "So my mother knew them… Weren't the De Luna's the one pack that came over to the house a couple of times when I was really little?"

Peter nodded. "Yeah. The last time I saw them, one of the women- I think her name was Consuela- had a baby girl with her. I remember you were obsessed with her. All you wanted to do was play with her. You threw a fit when they had to leave."

"I think I remember that, too… Do you think it was her?" He pointed to the direction Faline walked away in.

"I'm pretty sure. She definitely does look like Consuela so it wouldn't surprise me."

Talk about a small world. And it was funny how even as a little boy, Derek felt so attached to Faline. Some things really don't change.

After school was let out, Scott McCall, Stiles Stilinski, Isaac Lahey, and Lydia Martin hopped into the blue jeep. Before they went to Derek's loft, they stopped by Lydia's house so she could grab the clothes Derek told her to bring. They were all very confused, but like the alpha instructed Scott, they didn't question it. Lydia just grabbed whatever clothes she saw first and then they were back on the road to Derek's.

"So did Derek even tell you why he wanted you to go over to his loft with Lydia?" Isaac asked from the backseat of Stiles's jeep.

"No," Scott said, "In fact, he couldn't have been anymore vague. All he said was for Lydia to pick out an extra outfit and bring it to him."

Stiles hummed to himself. "You don't think that he's going through some identity crisis, do you? You know, one that leads to cross-dressing…"

The judging look on his friends' faces made him shut and up put his focus back on the road in front of him. He remained silent for a few more moments before speaking up again.

"If Derek wanted you and Lydia, why are Isaac and I here?"

"Because you were our ride this morning since my bike broke down," Scott told his best friend.

Lydia looked up from her nail filer. "Also my car's too small to fit all of us. So Stiles had no choice but to play chauffeur."

"Yeah, lucky me…" Stiles mumbled.

It didn't take them long to finally reach the loft. Scott knocked on the door but no one answered. Not even when he called Derek's name.

"I saw his car out in the parking lot," Lydia said when Scott knocked again, "He should be here."

"He is," Isaac said, "He's just in the shower."

"Should we wait out here then?"

Instead of answering, the true alpha slid the heavy metal door open. The teenagers stepped into the loft. Scott was sensing another werewolf in the building, making his eyes glow red and his claws come out. He looked around the loft in search for the intruder. How did Derek not notice this foreign atmosphere himself?

Stiles's eyes trailed off to the kitchen and his eyes widened. He smacked Scott's shoulder and pointed to the kitchen. When Scott, Isaac, and Lydia looked in the same direction, their eyes also grew large. Faline was washing the dishes from her and Derek's lunch earlier, singing softly as she did so. The she-wolf set the last spoon on the dish rack and shut the faucet off. It was when she dried her hands she finally noticed the teenagers.

But rather than looking alarmed- like the strangers were doing- Faline grinned happily.

"Hi!" she greeted. She looked down at the clothes she was wearing. "Excuse me for my appearance. I just woke up a couple hours ago and I didn't know Derek was expecting company."

"Uh…" Scott trailed off, retracting his claws and his eyes flashing back to brown, "It's okay, I guess…"

"You guys can come on in and wait for Derek," Faline told them, "He should be out of the shower soon."

Scott thanked her awkwardly before leading the others to the couch. The four of them looked at each other in confusion as they sat down. Faline sat down on the coffee table in front of the couch Indian style. She clasped her hands together and rested them on her lap. It was silent between them for a bit. The teens were actually starting to feel uncomfortable under Faline's gaze.

"So," she finally said, "are you Derek's friends?"

"Well… kinda," Scott said hesitantly.

"We're more like his punching bags," Stiles snorted. Lydia smacked his arm and he winced in pain.

"And… you two boys are werewolves also?" Faline asked, pointing to Scott and Isaac.

Said boys looked at each other worriedly. "How do you…" Isaac said. He shook his head. "Wait, who are you?"

"Oh, I'm sorry," she apologized, "I'm Faline. It's so nice to meet you all!"

She then reached over and hugged Scott tightly, making him tense up. Then she moved on to Stiles and he had the same reaction as his best friend.

"Oh, okay," he stammered, "You're a hugger…"

After Stiles, she then hugged Isaac. He awkwardly patted her back since he wasn't exactly sure how to respond to the gesture. When Faline got to Lydia, she looked her over with admiration.

"You are so beautiful," the she-wolf gushed, "I bet all the boys chase after you just begging to be yours." Then she hugged the strawberry-blonde. Lydia looked at the boys and mouthed 'what the fuck'. They just shrugged their shoulders and she rolled her eyes.

Derek then emerged into the room, fully clothed and black hair damp. He noticed Faline hugging Lydia and he raised an eyebrow. "When did you guys get here?"

Faline pulled away from the teenagers and smiled at her companion. "You're friends are so adorable! I could just squeeze them to death!" She pinched Stiles and Isaac's cheeks affectionately. When she let go, they rubbed their sore cheeks.

Isaac laughed nervously. "Please don't."

"Uh huh…" Derek turned to Lydia. "Did you bring those clothes?"

Nodding her head, Lydia handed the alpha a bag she had stuffed the clothes in. He then gestured Faline to follow him to the bathroom. When they were in the room, Derek closed the lid on the toilet and set down the bag. Curiosity got to the best of Faline and she peered inside.

"What are these for?" she asked.

"You," Derek told her, "Since you can't wear only my shirts and boxers all the time, I had Lydia bring you some clothes for you to wear. So until we buy more clothes for you later, you'll be wearing these."

The first thing she pulled out of the bag was an oversized coral sweater that was soft to the touch. She rubbed the material with her thumb and smiled up at Derek. "These are lovely. Thank you."

Hearing the words 'thank you' was like hearing a foreign language for Derek. In fact, he's heard those words more times in less than twenty-four hours than he has in the past year. He was used to being looked at as someone who was a failed leader, but in this beautiful stranger's eyes, he was a hero. It made him feel like he was finally doing something right.

"I'm gonna let you change," Derek said, "I'll be out there with everyone else." Faline nodded her head before Derek closed the door and walked back out to the living room.

"Alright," Stiles spoke up, leaning forward on the couch. He pointed to the bathroom. "Who is that and where can I get one?"

Smacking him once again, Lydia scowled at Stiles. "Must I remind you that you have a girlfriend now?"

"Correction, Malia and I are not together. We just have a really close friendship."

"That's what you're calling it?" Isaac scoffed. He rolled his eyes and rested his chin on his hand. "God, you're such an idiot."

"Okay, you know what, Scarf Boy?" Stiles jabbed, "Last time I checked, the closest thing you have to a relationship right now is with that chick in English that you argue with on a daily basis. So if I were you, I would just-"

"All of you, shut up," Derek growled, making everyone be quest and give their focus. "Her name is Faline De Luna. She's an omega that I found out in the woods last night. Hunters had shot her with wolfsbane so I brought her here to heal her."

"Like when Kate shot you last year and I had to bring you that bullet," Scott remembered.

"That's right," Derek said.

"So why is she still here?" Lydia asked curiously.

With a sigh, the alpha sat on the coffee table and rested his elbows on his knees. He took a deep breath before retelling Faline's story to the teenagers. By the time he had finished, everyone had looks of amazement and pity written all over their faces.

"Now she's staying here with me," he finished, "I can keep her safe if I don't let her out of my sight."

Stiles snorted in amusement. "Who are you, Edward Cullen?"

"Who?"

"You know, Edward Cullen from Twilight?" Derek continued to stare at Stiles with a blank expression. "You've never heard of Twilight? Dude, you need to catch up on your pop culture."

"Hold on," Scott said, "Why exactly are we here?"

"Well, besides the fact that Faline needs clothes," Derek said, "I need you to help look after her. If there is ever a time when I can't be with her, I need at least one of you to make sure she's protected."

"So in other words, you want us to play bodyguards?" Isaac asked with an eyebrow raised.

"If you want to look at it in that way, yes." Lydia tilted her head to the side in confusion as she looked at Derek. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"What is it about this girl that makes you care so much about her?" she asked, "I've never seen you so protective over anyone specific before."

Running a hand through his hair, Derek shook his head. "I don't know. Last night when I found her, we were instantly drawn to each other. We have some sort of bond that connects us. I think I might have an idea why, so I need to look more into that. And the way she looks at me… it's like she has me on this very high pedestal. Like I'm some hero to her. I can't do anything to mess that up. Because if she dies… I don't think I could live with myself ever again."

Before anyone else could speak up, Faline walked back into the room wearing the sweater and a pair of denim shorts. She sat down closely next to Derek and smiled at the teenagers before her. Derek noticed that she found her dream catcher necklace on the bathroom sink and had placed it back around her neck.

"How do the clothes fit?" Lydia asked the she-wolf, "I literally grabbed the first things I saw."

"They're perfect," Faline said, "And this sweater is so comfy."

"It's yours if you want it."

"Really?" Faline beamed, "That is so nice of you. Thank you!" She hugged Faline again, which was something that the rest of them have figured was common for the girl to do.

As Lydia patted the other girl's back, she looked at Derek. "I like her."

Derek shook his head and grabbed his wallet from the table. "There's one more thing I need you guys to do." He pulled out his credit card and gave it to Scott.

Stiles immediately snatched it out of his best friend's hands. "Oh! Someone's being a little generous today. I'd say a trip to the video game store is in our future, Scott." That was when Derek plucked the credit card away from the boy and handed it to Lydia.

"Take Faline to the mall. Buy her new clothes and a cell phone. And make sure that none of these dumbasses get ahold of this. Got it?"

"Got it," Lydia echoed, giving him a thumbs-up. She stood up from the couch, the boys following after her. She grabbed Faline's hand and pulled her up. "Come on. I'm taking you shopping."

The she-wolf allowed Lydia to pull her along to the door, but not before turning back to Derek. "Are you not coming with us?" she asked with a hint of disappointment in her voice.

"I have to pay a visit to a friend of mine," Derek told her. When he saw the sadness in her face, he quickly added, "But I will be here when you come back. I promise."

That frown was immediately placed with a beautiful smile. She rushed over to Derek and kissed his cheek before following Lydia out of the loft. But the boys stared at Derek in bewilderment. Isaac's jaw dropped.

"Oh my god, did you two have sex?"

"Get out."

At the local animal clinic, Dr. Alan Deaton was tending to a golden retriever puppy's broken leg. He was taking an x-ray when he heard someone knock on the door. Shaking his head, Deaton let out a sigh.

"I really should invest in a more obvious 'closed' sign," he said to himself. He then walked to the front door and saw Derek standing there with his hands in his pockets. "How can I help you?"

"What do you know about mating?" Derek asked, "Werewolf mating, to be exact."

Deaton stared at the young man for a few moments before finally stepping aside to let him in. the he led him back to the operating room so he could continue to work on the injured dog.

"Had your mother ever talked to you about mating before?" Deaton asked.

"She only mentioned it once or twice around me," Derek said, scratching behind the dog's ear, "When Laura asked what it's like to meet your mate, my mother always said that it was like finding your other half. That your life suddenly feels complete."

"And it's true. A mate for a werewolf is the love of their life. It can be anybody in the world, from supernatural to human. They would have an unbreakable bond. Once a werewolf has found their mate, they will feel this urge to keep them by their side at all times and do anything they can to make sure that they are safe from any sort of danger."

That explained the small ache in Derek's heart that made itself present as soon as Faline left with the teenagers. He rubbed the spot on his chest where his heart lied underneath as he thought about it. Deaton noticed the alpha's peculiar behavior.

"Why the sudden interest?" the veterinarian asked as he started to wrap the dog's leg in gauze, "Mind if I asked what happened?"

Nodding, Derek rubbed the back of his neck. After taking a deep breath, he finally admitted out loud, "I think I found my mate last night."

Derek's unexpected confession made Deaton stop what he was doing and look up at him. The way the veterinarian looked at him made it seem like that Derek had just risen from the dead.

"You found Faline De Luna?"

Out of all of the things Deaton couldn't said, Derek was not expecting those words to come out of his mouth. "How do you know about Faline?"

"Her mother Consuela was the daughter of Ferdinand De Luna, the former alpha of one of the biggest packs in Mexico. Your mother had formed an alliance with the De Luna's when they were being threatened by a hunter named Alejandro Valera and his clan."

"Peter did tell me that the De Luna's were good friends with our family," Derek said, "He also told me when Consuela visited wither baby, I grew attached to her."

"Because that baby was Faline," Deaton clarified, "Your mother and Consuela thought it was just because she was a new face that you wanted to be around her all the time. It wasn't until after she left and Talia said that you didn't want to leave your room is when we determined that she was your mate."

"She knew the whole time?" Derek slumped into the nearest chair as he tried to process the new information. "Why did she never tell me?"

"We thought Faline had died along with the rest of the pack from the poisoning in Mexico. Talia was worried that if you found out your mate had died, you would spend the rest of your life alone. So she thought it would be best not to say anything."

It made much more sense now. In the back of Derek's mind, he always knew that whenever he was with Kate, Jennifer, and even Paige, there was never that spark. Although he did care deeply for them, none of the m made him ever feel whole. There was always something missing. Not like how when Faline smiled at him or touched him in any way. Derek ran his hand through his hair for what seemed to be the hundredth time that day as he leaned back in his chair.

"I can't believe this…"

"How did you find her?" Deaton asked.

"I heard her howl," Derek answered, "I found her in the woods hiding behind a tree. It took her a while for her to come to me but when she did… it was like she was the happiest person in the world. She wouldn't stop nuzzling me." He chuckled to himself at the memory.

"She was alone?"

"Yeah. She told me that she had lost her mother when she was five and had been by herself since then. She's been living in her wolf form for most of her life. So I told her that she can stay with me for as long as she wants." He looked up at Deaton. "Do you think she knows? You know… about us?"

Deaton shook his head. "Most likely not. Consuela wouldn't tell her about mates at such a young age. But if Faline is as affectionate towards you as you say she is, she might know that there is some sort of connection between you two."

"Should I tell her?"

"Now's probably not the right time," the veterinarian said, "She's been isolated from civilization for quite some time. The only thing Faline needs to worry about right now is learning the daily routine of being human. Telling her that the man she's living with is the one she's supposed to be with for the rest of her life will only overwhelm her."

While he did understand where Deaton was coming from, he was a little bummed. It could take months for Faline to finally settle into the human life, let alone figure out that she was Derek's mate. Usually he wasn't so quick to be in a romantic relationship with anyone. Especially since the man had really bad trust issues since he had let Kate into his heart, only for her to tip it out and stomp it to the ground with her stiletto boots by burning his family alive. Jennifer wasn't any different. She had tricked Derek. She tricked everyone as playing the damsel in distress when she was the villain behind the pretty and innocent mask the whole time. Why would he want to trust anyone after that?

But Faline was a whole other story. Even after facing the hardships of being an omega for the majority of her life, she was so accepting. Granted, she didn't even know anything about Derek. However she trusted this stranger to take care of her with no hesitation. While Derek knew that it was way too soon to feel so strongly about Faline, he could definitely see himself with her for the long run. It might have been because of the fact that he had developed the knowledge that the omega was literally made for the alpha, but he was willing to do anything he could to get Faline to feel the same way for him.

Deaton noticed the solemn way Derek looked down at his hands and sighed. He placed his hand on his shoulder, making the alpha look up at him.

"Look," he said, "All Faline knows is what it's like to live as an animal with hunters chasing her. She needs to learn how to be comfortable with those who are mostly human. From what you have told me, she seems to trust you already. You don't want to rush things with her and scare her. But you both seem to be on the right path of becoming closer. Treat her as if she's a normal young woman and slowly develop your relationship with her. Make her feel at home. Spend some quality time with her and even the rest of the pack. Then when you feel that she has finally gotten the hang of humanity, take her out on dates with just the two of you. Take your time with her and give her a normal life."

Normal was not in Derek's vocabulary. The man was pretty much the poster child of all things not normal. He didn't involve himself in anything social, especially dates. Just thinking about the word made him cringe. Derek was nowhere near romantic. But Faline was making him have a second opinion on everything he ever stood against.

Maybe there was a slight possibility that he could change. It could take a lot of time, but he would try. He would try for Faline.

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