This is just another chapter that was done by me. Lol! I don't think I have to explain about my laziness for updating, all the usual homeworks and subjects just got into my way. However, it's a miracle that I still managed to write and upload this. Nothing belongs to me except the plot and extra characters.

Exercising Friendship, That's Typical

"Theodore," Brittany rolled her eyes annoyingly, "It's nothing."

Theodore struggled to pull himself out of Brittany's tight grasp once he screamed the location's name, which was gym. "I can't, I-"

"Nothing," She cut him off quickly, silencing him mid-way. Brittany grabbed him closer as she used her free hand to hold his head and stared into his eyes firmly. "Gym is good for you." She stated, trying to get her frightened friend to enter the exercising ground.

"I can't even get a score in basketball!" Theodore threw his arm around, flinging Brittany's palm away abruptly. "I can't do anything!" He yelled slightly, making Brittany to cringe at his sudden mood swing.

"Theodore, I…" Theodore pouted angrily as he crossed his arm, tapping the floor with his feet impatiently as he looked away. "Can't you give it a chance?" Brittany pleaded softly, grabbing his wrist and used another hand to point at the gym.

Theodore never answers as he simply shook his head in a juvenile way, biting his lips as he mumbled a squeaky "No." under his breath. Brittany sighed dejectedly as she clasped her palm over her eyes, slightly frustrated over his unwillingness to enter the place. So this is how they feel when I'm acting like Theodore… She opened her eyes slowly, still seeing Theodore crossing his arm stubbornly. Especially when I'm worse. She added the last sentence quickly, feeling a quick wave of sympathy towards her friends.

"Think about what will happen later…" Brittany held Theodore's head by grabbing it with her furry paws, turning it to the direction of the gym, cupping his chubby cheeks in the process. "You get muscular…" She reminded teasingly, stroking his cheeks gently. "And Eleanor will like you." She wiggled her eyebrows playfully.

Theodore turned his head, scanning his pink-clad chipette. "Really?" He barely mumbled the audible word, cheeks still cupped by Brittany's elegant palms. Brittany smiled kindly as she nodded her head once, gesturing her honesty.

Theodore looked back to the gym, shrugging and sighed before removing Brittany's palms from his face. He took in a deep breath, recollecting his composure and walked towards the building. He stopped in his track, spinning his body around slowly as he laughed embarrassingly, rubbing the back of his neck. "Brittany?" He called timidly, making the eldest Miller to turn her full attention to him once again. "Sorry about the…" He made hand gestures, meaning the confrontation they just went through.

Brittany giggled cutely, He still apologizes… "It's okay." She comforted him soothingly, not wanting him to feel guilty over his mood swings towards herself.

Theodore smiled widely, appreciating the kindness and forgiveness Brittany was offering him. He turned back to the gym, followed by the cheerful chipette.

He really showed me something… She sighed, realizing the rudeness she once possessed. Most of all…

Most of all?Her conscience asked curiously, raising its eyebrows in confusion.

Brittany smiled dreamily to herself, staring at the back of Theodore as he walked into the gym. His cheeks are really soft and cute…

"Two fellas?"

Brittany reached into her purse, snapping it wide open and searched it in a blink of eye. "Yup." Theodore answered for her innocently as she took out a pen writing down both of her name and Theodore's on the list quickly, making the worker to raise his eyebrows. She simply smiled and turned away, walking to the locker room as Theodore followed beside her.

"After we change, we meet at…?" Theodore trailed off the last word, asking Brittany to answer his question.

Brittany stopped at a board, scanning it carefully as Theodore stopped too. She used her index finger to trace the list, examining the map with name one-by-one. "We'll…" She pulled her tone faraway, continuing to search before tapping a name with her finger confidently. "Meet at section B." She informed simply.

She continued to sashay, walking into the locker room before she stopped suddenly, making Theodore to bump into her. "What the…" Theodore mumbled as he rubbed his nose where he just got hit. Instead of replying, Brittany used her finger to point at the word 'Girl locker-room' lazily. Theodore nodded his head repeatedly with his jaw opened, "Oh…" He moaned in realisation. "Oh!" He snapped out and quickly blushed, turning his head to find the boy's locker before sprinting to the proper locker room.

Brittany giggled as she pushed the door slowly, He's oblivious.

Theodore looked to his wrist watch before sliding both of his hands into his pocket, kicking the dusts off the floor boringly. Brittany's still late… He thought slowly, turning his head to look at the hall way once.

But it's great to spend time with her… His conscience reminded, almost knowing what was Theodore thinking. Right? It smirked deviously.

Honestly, Theodore laughed to himself, staring back to the tile floor again. I didn't even spend my time before with Brittany, He blushed slightly, rolling his eyes when the next word came into his mind. Alone. He spoke the last word meekly.

Then you better be grateful.

Yeah. Theodore thought simply.

Maybe it's your only chance. His conscience stated gloomily.

Theodore licked his lips with anticipation as his look saddened slightly. My only chance… He smiled weakly, letting out a puff of air as he leaned against the wall casually. At least I get to know her better… Theodore tapped the surface of his wrist watch twice, grinning dreamily as he gaze locked to the floor. Brittany Miller… Strangely, saying her full name felt so…

Nice and delightful?

Theodore's conscience suggested but he frowned slightly, feeling that none of the adjective could fit the situation as he rubbed his chin gently, thinking deeply. A word popped up in his mind although he wasn't daring to say it out, he wasn't sure if it was appropriate too.

Pleasing?

"My face is up here…"

Hearing the melody to enter his sensitive ears made Theodore's smile crooked curvier. He looked up, only to widen his eyes largely, couldn't believe what he was seeing.

She was wearing a pink sport bra with scarlet, short sweatpants. Regardless, Theodore gulped nervously, locking his gaze to her body as he observed her closely, almost drooling over her slim figure. Wow… He complimented in his mind slowly, feeling slightly aroused from this unusual scene. Sure, he knew Brittany for a long time, but seeing her in this way…

Something that I never know of…

"Hello?" Brittany asked sarcastically, snapping her fingers in front of Theodore's face as he shook his head wildly. "What are you looking at?" She stood beside him, following his gaze to the endless hallway.

Theodore blushed beside her, anxious that she almost finds out that he, of all the people, actually drooled over her…

Don't, Theodore. He reminded himself adamantly, letting the thoughts of the spring green-clad chipette to fill his mind but pushing out the guilty and somewhat, dirty thoughts he just had. She's your crush's sister…

"Just daydreaming," Theodore shrugged casually, trying his best to hide his stuttering and blushing over his hormones. "Let's go." He tilted his head aside to gesture the room.

Brittany raised her eyebrows up, slightly perplexed by what was stared by the youngest Seville. What was that? She shook off the curious thought, pushing the door open to see machines and tools working around.

People were exercising off with their hot sweats, each on different gadgets. Some were running on a treadmill, sweating dripping down furiously as some of them was cycling on a stationary bike. Theodore and Brittany stopped at the entrance, letting the door to close itself slowly. Their jaws dropped slightly, scanning the whole area as they admired with awe.

"So, we…" Theodore trailed off timidly, pointing at the exercising people.

Without a warning, Brittany pulled him over to another corner, pushing him onto a treadmill as she, herself stood at another treadmill located just beside him. Quickly, she pressed a few button on Theodore's treadmill, causing him to raise his eyebrow perplexingly. Immediately, the rails started slowly as he stumbled a few step, not used to this exercise.

"This… is…" Theodore jogged, although with his figure and lack of exercises, this seemed like a hard chore for him. He panted heavily, shaking his head wildly as a few drops of sweat flew away. "Ridiculous…" He gave a brief glare to the pink-clad chipette, continuing to run.

Brittany ran with ease, putting two hands behind her head to tighten her pony tail. "Just think of her," She reminded, pausing to give a tiny smile as she sprinted. "My sweet baby sister…" She whispered coyly, almost like seducing a child to eat her candy.

"Sweet baby…" Theodore repeated slowly, blinking his eyes a few times to resist from ceasing his exercise. He jogged faster, struggling to keep up with the machine's speed as Brittany grinned slightly, knowing that her words had emitted a fire in him. A flash of chipette flew into his mind, a dream full of flowers and a lingering floral aroma in the air. The chipette spun slowly in the field of flowers, making the petals to fly around before she turned around slowly, revealing her face bit by bit. Theodore shut his eyes tighter, peering harder into her face, gathering clearer detail…

Brittany?

Theodore's mind froze at that name, by no means to think that he will think of her. Quickly, he lost his focus on the treadmill and missed a step, falling down on the rail with his rear end before he sat at the tiled floor. He used his palm to hold his head, feeling awkward and guilty after his sudden twisted thoughts. He shut his eyes tightly, wishing that he would never get this funny feeling again, especially in front of Brittany.

Brittany stopped her running, throwing a quick glance once Theodore fell down. She gasped slightly, worried for him as he fell on the floor, hard. She crouched down beside him, putting her arm over his back to stroke his fur through the thin fabric soothingly. Did I push him too hard? She thought with sympathy, understood that Theodore wasn't used to exercising and she made him this way. Brittany was nervous and scared. She wasn't sure if it was…

The fact that Theodore hurt himself? Her conscience suggested solemnly.

Or the fact that you made Theodore hurt himself?

"Theodore," Brittany called his name frantically, patting his back sisterly. "Are you okay?" She asked worriedly, instilled with concern and care.

"I…"

As if on cue, a burst of laughter grabbed their attention. Both of them turned their head slowly to see a middle-aged man laughing while pointing at Theodore. Theodore merely looked down with shame as Brittany frowned slightly, not fond of the man's action. The man clutched his stomach, laughing loudly as the occasion grabbed attentions from some of the nearby people.

"And I thought I was fat!" He commented sarcastically, patting his own round stomach twice.

Hearing that simple word 'fat' was like a sharp end of a dagger, stinging deeply into the deepest corner of Theodore's heart. He looked away, never to recognise himself as a part of the fat chipmunks. He knew clearly that he was certainly slightly overweight, but comparing to the middle-aged man, he was a thin stick. Regardless, hearing the man's rude comment and his own embarrassment made Theodore to remind himself the reasons why shouldn't Eleanor like him.

Brittany furrowed her eyebrows together furiously as she clenched her fists, seeing her friend to get insulted in front of her. She stood up quickly, tilting her chest upwards confidently as she stormed to the man, glaring at him with her flaming but ironic, icy eyes. She stomped the last step, raising an eyebrow as she put her palms on her hips. "What are you laughing at?" She hissed menacingly, looking up to the man's face.

The man rolled his eyes while laughing, "That fat guy!" He tilted his figure aside, pointing at Theodore once again, as the green-clad chipmunk stayed silent.

Brittany used her index finger to poke the man's chest twice in a rude gesture, "You think you're pretty slim?" She gritted her teeth disdainfully, pushing the man backwards with her palm. The man stumbled a few steps before standing steadily and looked to the angry Miller. She simply crossed her arms arrogantly, tapping her foot impatiently as she waited for an answer.

"Who is he?" The man rolled his eyes annoyingly, gesturing Theodore as he crossed his arms too, not showing any hints of surrender. "Your boyfriend?" He smirked, thinking that this was the perfect reason that a diva-like cheerleader like her would defend Theodore.

That remark actually made her heart to perk up a little. Having a boyfriend like him wasn't so bad. Instead of blushing, she grabbed the man's collar with her palms, almost using up all her strength to make that bold move. "He's my best friend," She replied furiously, shaking the man twice. "Get lost!" She yelled, releasing her grip and pushed the man away.

The man used his palm to dust his collar where Brittany just grabbed him, he glared back to the pink-clad chipette but she merely raised her fist in mid-way, holding it tightly until her veins were shown on her skin under her fur. The man was taken aback by her action before he walked away, throwing a last glare to Brittany.

The whole time Brittany gave the man a piece of her mind made Theodore truly amazed. He was sitting down on the floor, watching how she stood up for him, showing her brave and competitive side. Brittany could be pretty fierce at times, but seeing her kind gesture to protect him only jagged Theodore's smile arched. An outrageous and protective personality… He thought dreamily, smiling as the moment stopped, capturing this precious event in his memories. Something that even Eleanor doesn't have… Most of all, when she admitted that he was a best friend to her, a fact that both she and himself doesn't realise…

It feels pretty nice… Theodore grinned weakly.

Brittany turned back to Theodore, quickly reaching out a hand to let him grab. That moment was all so delightful to him. The pink-clad chipette was like an angel, protecting him from no matter aspects of mental or physical. The angel of my life… Theodore stretched his hand to grasp her palm and the moment was slowed down. Feeling butterflies to stampede in his stomach as he never hold a female's hand before, including the spring green-clad chipette. With a great amount of strength, Brittany pulled him up awkwardly, blushing as she released her grip quickly. It was a new and fresh experience to her, even she and Alvin only had hugs and kisses. I never knew… Brittany fiddled her shoes in shyness, making both of them to look away timidly. Holding hand could be so pleasurable…

"Thanks." Theodore blushed shyly, shifting his eyes around to avoid the eyes of Brittany. He fiddled his thumbs around, biting his lips with nervousness. "A lot." He added quickly behind, wanting to show his gratefulness.

Brittany laughed softly, shooting the melodies into the ears of Theodore like a shotgun, with sweetness and charm, of course. "You owe me one." She bent her torso, pinching Theodore's nose friendly. Theodore could feel her elegant fingers around his tiny nose, feeling her smooth touch like a saint on his body. He nodded quietly, agreeing to Brittany's playfulness.

"How about this, after our work ends…" Theodore paused, sliding his hands into his pockets. There was a tiny pause between his sentences, making Brittany to raise her eyebrow perplexingly. "I'll bring you to a dinner." He blurted out silently, almost whispering in an inaudible squeak. That last sentence felt so funny and embarrassing, Theodore was like…

Asking her to a date… He blushed secretly, wishing that it could be a reality, having a girlfriend in his miserable life.

Brittany's heartbeat stopped for moment, shocked that he would give her an offer as kind as a dinner. Even though knowing that Theodore only meant it in a brotherly way, she grinned with happiness.

"Sure." She replied sweetly.

"What do you mean by that?"

Theodore never answered her question as he clasped his hand on her palm, stroking her soft fur. "Eleanor was like a brick of wall…" He started slowly, blinking his eyes slowly as he rubbed the back of her palm with his thumb. "Covering and clotting my eyes until you break it…"

He stood up from the dining table as everyone around the restaurant turned their attention to him, staring with curiosity. Theodore was down on one knee, pulling out one of her hand to kiss it with a gesture of gentleman. "You're like a devil of furiousness to others, but to me…" He grasped a bouquet of flowers from his seat, hiding it behind his back. "You're an angel that brightens my life at my darkest moment, shining my heart at the top notch during my happiest moments with you…" He spoke softly, pulling out the flower slowly as he continued his speech in a poetic tone. "And I knew clearly that god has sent you to me by purpose, morphing you from my friend to my love…"

"Theodore, I…" The chipette trailed off, looking into his forest-green eyes as she accepted the roses gently. Theodore stood up slowly, shortening the distance between him and the chipette as he cupped her face sweetly. She followed his hint, standing up as well, only to be slightly taller than him.

"I really love you…" Theodore leaned in closer, speaking with sincerity, touching her nose with his own. Their lips touched softly, almost to the degree of kissing as he admitted his feelings bravely.

"Brittany…"

"You meant that because we're friends, right?" Brittany giggled slightly, making Theodore to stop his soft snores.

Theodore looked up slowly, only to realise that he was sitting on one of chair outside the girl's locker room. While he was waiting for Brittany to change, he dozed off quickly, entering his dreams. It took him a moment to understand what was Brittany saying, he must had murmured the last sentence unconsciously while he was sleeping. He blushed, nodding his head with shyness.

Theodore stood up slowly, walking to the counter as he pranced ahead of Brittany. She reached up her hand to touch her neck once again, rubbing it gently. The day I broke up with Alvin… She sighed, looking down to the floor as she adjusted the sling of her bag. The day I had lost my love…

I really love you… Brittany remembered that sentence when Theodore mumbled it groggily. She was tempted to wake him up, but hearing him to say that actually made her heart stop with surprise, or even excitement. Brittany… The last name Theodore addressed truly shocked Brittany to the end, especially when it felt so sincere through his moist lips.

At least I have the care of my friend… Brittany grinned sweetly, watching Theodore to stop at the counter, talking to the previous worker. She wasn't sure the reason she wanted to avoid the thought of Theodore being interested in her, was it because her baby sister likes him?

Or you just can't accept it? Her conscience questioned deviously, smirking behind her mind.

Just when Brittany almost answered the question, the sight of Theodore paying the money made her eyes widened. She sprinted quickly to the counter by the time Theodore paid finish and opened the door of the entrance, walking to outside. She sprinted outside to meet no one before feeling a tapping on her shoulder from behind. Brittany's eyes perked up as she giggled softly, turning to her behind.

"What's the reason you paid for me?" Brittany asked curiously, crossing her arms casually.

Theodore laughed slightly, before spinning around to walk down the pavements across the road, followed by the perplexed chipette. He went into a grocery shop, searching the refrigerator as he used his index finger to trace the surface of the frozen glass. "May I get my answer now?" Brittany questioned, jaw dropping as she opened her arms widely, staring at the green-clad chipmunk. He opened the frozen doors, grabbing a bottle of energy drink before throwing to behind, letting Brittany to catch it in mid-way. Theodore grasped a bottle of drink too, before slamming the door to find Brittany already raising her eyebrows beside him.

"You're my friend." Theodore shrugged simply, paying the money as he walked pass the counter. Although, I think I'll have to keep reminding myself about that… Brittany blinked her eye unbelievably, following him to outside as they continued to walk. Theodore threw the bottle up playfully before catching it with another hand, popping the cap and drank it.

"I'm your friend?" Brittany repeated his statement.

Theodore rolled his eyes in a playful way, taking down the bottle as he looked to her lazily. It's because you brought me an interesting morning. Theodore was hesitant but that sentence remained unspoken, feeling it was inappropriate to say at this moment. Even Eleanor never did that before…

"From the beginning to the end…" Theodore sang cutely, using a palm to hold a streetlight as he spun around and landed on the floor with his two feet steadily. Swinging a bang of hair from his face, Theodore stuck the drink into his bag with a hand. "You've always been here right beside me…" He finished the song with a snap of finger and pointed at Brittany with an almost flirtatious wink. So I'll call you my best friend. He trailed off softly.

Brittany nodded her head understandingly with a devious smirk on her face, "For real, with cherries and strawberries on top?" She questioned coyly, fluttering her eyelashes repeatedly.

Theodore merely chuckled at his own action earlier, "Without a doubt." He replied sheepishly with a faint blush.

"You sure you can take care of your breakfast?" Theodore asked caringly, tilting his torso innocently.

"Theodore," Brittany rolled her eyes, tapping her foot in front of the shopping mall. "I'm sixteen." She emphasized the word, widened her eyes for a dramatic effect. "As in, the same as you." She reminded, asking him a rhetorical question.

Theodore bit his lips, blushing slightly as he fiddled his sneakers around shyly. "I'm just concerning for you…" He trailed off embarrassingly, cursing his whole new timidity in front of his best friend.

"Another kind gesture of the famous Theodore Seville," Brittany laughed softly, patting his chest gently. She leaned in closer, tilting her lips to his ear. "Thanks." She spoke sincerely, smiling genuinely before turning to behind, walking into the mall.

"Wait!" Theodore shouted to her from faraway.

Brittany noticed and turned her head back to her green-clad friend, What? She mouthed to him confusingly.

"About the dinner," Theodore searched his phone in his pocket before holding it on mid-way, swinging it a few times to show the pink-clad chipette. "I'll call you later!" He made his palms into a cone shape, shouting through it.

Brittany made an 'o' shape with her mouth, almost forgetting the previous dinner he had asked her to. She held up a thumb and walked into the crowd, slowly disappearing into the mall.

Theodore smiled widely before hugging his white coat closer to himself, looking across the streets before running to the restaurant he worked at.

On the other hand, Brittany entered the lift again. However, unlike last time, she didn't even consider to sashay again or show off her beauty. She simply walked with an idiotic grin on her face, closing her eyes slowly to imagine what had just happened. I really like his chest… She admitted dreamily, remembering the second she had made contact with his chest.

"Ah…"

The voice slowly bellowed as Theodore entered the restaurant, confused by the sudden sound. He walked slowly to the counter, only to see the same girl waiter waving her hand to him sheepishly. Instead of the voice of the girl, it was actually the same chief from yesterday. He walked out from the kitchen, putting an arm around Theodore's shoulder fatherly as he patted his head softly.

"Get changing and I expect a delicious meal from you." The chief ordered softly before turning quickly into the kitchen again.

Theodore threw a quick glance to the girl waiter, "I don't have sixth sense, you know." She commented sarcastically, rolling her eyes playfully with a laugh followed suit. Theodore merely chuckled, walking into the kitchen before changing the coat in the toilet.

"Coming!"

Another waiter quickly sprinted to the window, taking the tray of food as he struggled to balance it. Theodore watched the waiter serving the food as the customer ate it gracefully, showing happiness on their expression. Theodore released a deep breath, realizing that at least the customers still liked his cooking. He put his elbows on the tiny window, resting his head on his palms as he stared at the customers.

"They'll love the food," The sudden voice snapped Theodore out of his own world as he shook his head a few times. "Don't worry." Theodore gazed slightly to his right, noticing the girl waiter was sitting beside the counter, talking to him although he didn't realize it.

"I'm not sure," Theodore sighed sadly, leaning his torso more towards outside. "This is my first time." He said truthfully.

The girl waiter nodded her head once, "Me neither." She shrugged simply.

Theodore raised his head upper a bit as he raised an eyebrow, "What do you mean by that?" He asked innocently, questioning her statement.

"This is my first job." She explained, pointing at the counter and the cash machine.

"Well, I work because it's summer now," Theodore changed the subject, wanting to continue their conversation. "How about you?" He asked curiously.

"I need my money to survive…" She trailed off softly, looking to the floor sadly.

"You mean…"

"I'm homeless." The girl waiter raised her head slowly, staring into Theodore's face once again. "My parents kicked me out." She explained further.

"Why?" Theodore was anxious, worried and concerned for her.

"I was… hmm…" She tapped her chin, deep in thought as Theodore looked closer to her, nervously waiting for her next sentence. "Arrogant as what they called me as." She assumed, almost asking for Theodore's opinions.

Theodore stood up stiffly, scanning the girl waiter from top to the bottom repeatedly. "You don't seem like it." He shook his head negatively.

She sighed in a defeated way, "I changed after a few months, and I was forced to work on my own." She shrugged embarrassingly, not used to tell a stranger about her own history.

Immediately, Theodore slid his palm into his pocket, pulling out his wallet as he searched through it before pulling a few hundreds. "Here." He offered, reaching out the cash in his single hand. The girl was hesitant, shirting her eye sight from the money to Theodore continuously. Truth to be told, before the popularity of their band went down, the group did earned a huge chunk of money. Theodore nodded furiously, telling her to accept it.

She took it gracefully, staring at the cash for a moment. "Thanks." She spoke sincerely with gratefulness, smiling up at him. Theodore grinned back, replying with his kind nature as he noticed a new order, turning back to cook.

"What's your name?" The girl waiter blurted out quickly, biting her lips as she wondered if she had asked a wrong question. Theodore stopped abruptly, turning his head to look at her over his shoulder.

"Theodore Seville." He informed with a sweet grin.

Her stupefied grin crooked curvier, "I'm Jess Fillbour." She introduced herself, putting her palm on her heart elegantly.

Theodore chuckled cutely, "Glad to meet you."

"Where's the cutie?"

Brittany laughed to herself as she shook her head negatively, "He's not here." She shrugged simply with her information.

Miranda clenched her fists tightly, making her knuckles to go pale white. "Darn." She mumbled under breath, remembering the innocent green-clad Seville from yesterday.

"Believe me." Brittany emphasized the word exaggeratingly. "You don't have a chance on hitting him." Brittany suggested motherly, putting her hand on Miranda's shoulder.

Miranda put away Brittany's hand while pouting sadly, "You think he will like you?" She asked sarcastically, acting as if she was challenging the pink-clad chipette.

Brittany rolled her eyes, "Theodore already has his eyes on my baby sister, Eleanor." She explained, not wanting her friend to get the wrong idea. A customer entered the store as Brittany turned her head to look at the customer before sashaying to the latter. Miranda leaned back against the chair as she stared at Brittany, recalling back what she had told her.

Eleanor, huh? Miranda thought darkly, gritting her teeth angrily. Why does her name sound familiar too? She opened her phone, searching over her inbox messages. Perhaps… Miranda smirked sinisterly.

That's her.

(Whistle) Sorry if this update was slow, but if you look closely, this chapter is way longer than the others. This could only means something, if I'm updating slower, the chapter is going to be more packed than usual. For a 16 years old like me, it's amazing that some of you said my stories were great.

Is it true my stories are good? Or you're just comforting me? I don't know, I'm in a dilemma that no one actually cares. Nonetheless, thanks –sincere from my heart- if you're actually reading this chapter and this note.

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