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Part 31

"Wow! That is unbelievable Buffy!" Willow was in complete awe as Buffy retold the tale of Spike and Niya.

"I know it's kind of weird even for a Hellmouth story, huh?" The Slayer laughed.

"So, what did Giles say when you told him?"

Buffy sipped on her cherry coke and looked around the room.

"You did tell him, didn't you?"

Buffy took another sip.

"My God, Buffy, something like this you can't keep from him. He's your Watcher. Well…, he was your watcher," Willow stated the obvious.

"I know, Wils, but it's not exactly a topic that you can spring in between the 'Hi, how are you, Giles?… I'm fine.' What am I supposed to say? 'Oh, by the way, Spike is living at my house and taking care of a baby.' " Buffy mocked.

"Ok, I see your meaning, but I think that you should tell him."

"I will. It's just timing."

"Why not tonight after you patrol?"

"Well, Giles won't be back in town until Friday, so I have till then to conjure up the nerve."

"Now tell me the story about Niya spitting up all over his duster again. That was hilarious," Willow said, getting more comfortable on her bed. The blonde giggled as she started.

Giles waited for Buffy to stop by after she finished patrolling. He had made a point of calling her as soon he arrived home. He needed to talk to her about this prophecy. As soon as Buffy walked through the door he began.

"Buffy, there's something that I must discuss with you. It is of the utmost importance."

Buffy sighed heavily, thinking, Just when I'm going to tell him about Niya, he's going to lay on some heavy trip about some new big bad. God, it was hard enough telling Willow. It's going to be murder telling Giles.

"The Council, as you know, has been in frequent contact with me regarding a prophecy. The Prophecy of Ushman," Giles began. He took a deep dramatic sigh.

"Oh bloody hell, Giles, spit it out. I have something to tell you. I would like to before the turn of the millennium," Buffy hurried her ex-watcher.

"Bloody hell?"

"Too much Britcoms, PBS, go on," The Slayer half laughed.

"Well, the Prophecy of Ushman has to do with the birth of a Slayer and it is her destiny to be raised by a Slayer and a vampire."

Buffy's eyes opened wide as she realized the implications.

Giles, so caught up in telling her, hadn't even noticed herreaction. " According to the prophecy, the baby was suppose to be given to a vampire sometime in early late July, or early August, and we are in mid-November. So, either something has gone terribly wrong, or the vampire who obtained possession of the child has her somewhere. But it was prophesied that the child would come to the Slayer, the Vampire would seek her kin's help."

"Uh Giles . . ."

"You see Buffy, The Council believes that Angel was suppose to be the recipient if the child."

"Uh Giles . . ."

"You see, because of his soul, The Council logically believed that it would be him. When they first believed that they found the mother, she suddenly disappeared. They tracked her down some time later to find out that she had dead and the baby was nowhere to be found. Her name is . . ."

"Niya." Buffy finished.

For some reason Giles heard this, and turned to look at her.

"How did you . . ."

"During the summer I had some strange dreams, and then a couple of weeks ago an old 'acquaintance' came to town with a little bundle of Slayer."

"Who?"

"Who else?"

"Well if not Angel, then . . . Oh no!"

Buffy shook her head.

"Spike? Spike has the baby? Why didn't you tell me?"

"Every time I tried you were off researching, or talking to the Council, or taking strange trips to weird cities. And I don't think that a note would have been sufficient."

"How long has he been here?" Giles sat down on the sofa next to the slayer.

"Around a three weeks."

Giles wanted to yell at her, but instead swallowed hard and continued, "And the baby?"

"She's so cute Giles. And my mom just loves spoiling her."

"Your mother?"

"Uh well . . . Spike and Niya are staying at my house."

"WHAT?" Giles shouted as he leapt off the sofa. Buffy cringed at Giles reaction. "I want the whole story, RIGHT now, Buffy."

"So, Rupert have you found any new information? I know that I sent you on that trip to New Mexico to get the book before the Council got a hold of it. I am not quite sure I trust them."

"I understand, Reese. We've known each other since our childhood and been through a lot. And your mistrust of The Council has got me worried. What exactly is going there?"

"Well, it seems, for some reason, that The Council truly wants to find this child and the vampire. They have questioned your Slayer's vampire ex-boyfriend and it seems that he has no information, but for some reason, Lydia believes that his assistant, a Mr. Frances Doyle, knows more then he is letting on. He let something slip about Vancouver and they hadn't mentioned where they had looked. So, they are keeping twenty-four surveillance on him and there is talk of having surveillance on your Slayer too."

"You can't allow that to happen, Reese. The baby is here with my Slayer," Giles reluctantly revealed.

"Dear Lord, for how long?"

"Around a month, I am told."

"What and she didn't..."

"I am no longer her Watcher, Reese, I am nothing but a glorified mentor."

"Well, I will try to quell the Councils efforts then, but I am going to have to work a miracle." The Councilman worried, "Who is the vampire. What order?"

Giles took a deep breath, "Aurelis."

"But there are few left of the order, who could it possibly be?"

"His name rhymes with bike."

"I beg your pardon. It can't be. William the Bloody was one of the most murderous creatures during this century. He killed two Slayers, for God sakes! Rupert, you can't let him find out about her being a Slayer. He might use this as a ploy to get to Buffy."

"Reese, if everything that is in this prophecy is true, then you have no need to worry."

"Rupert, we must take all prophecies with a grain of salt. The Council, upon hearing that William The Bloody is taking care of a child, will certainly want to remove her from him and The Slayer immediately. They aren't even crazy about the idea of Angelus having the child, let alone Spike."

"Well, what will we do?"

"I know a shaman who might be able to keep the baby safe by casting a spell, but I am not sure exactly what he will do. I will have to get back to you on this, Rupert, but for now make sure that the baby is safe with Spike."

"She is, they are living at Mrs. Summers' residence." The loud clink of the phone nearly deafened the Ex-Watcher, "Reese? Reese?"

"Yes, I am here, but I don't believe I heard you right. He's living with the Slayer's mother? And she knows that he's a vampire? Dear lord, Rupert, what kind of charge did you have? A vampire boyfriend, and now a vampire living in her house with a baby! Your Slayer defies all that is conventional."

"To say the least, Reese. To say the least."

"Well, I will keep you informed, once I get any new information."

"I will do the same, Reese." Giles sighed, as he hung up the phone. He grabbed his coat and car keys, determined to see Spike and the newest Slayer in Sunnydale.

Part 32

"I'll get it." Giles could hear Buffy call from the other side of the door. She opened it within seconds, to see her ex-Watcher standing there looking uncomfortable. "Giles , come on in."

"I just wanted to see…" Before he could even finish the sentence Spike walked into the shaded living room with a squirming infant.

"What's he doing here?" Spike asked plopping down on the couch, barely glancing at Giles.

"Well, I am here to see you and this baby you have conveniently brought into Buffy's life," Giles stepped into the living room.

"Actually me being here has nothing to do with the Goldilocks. It has all to do with my little darkilocks." Niya smiled as he pouted his lips in a smile. His face suddenly turned serious as he looked over at Buffy, "That sounded poofish, didn't it?"

"I don't even think Angel would have said that," Buffy smiled.

He tilted his head in agreement, "So, what did you want again Watcher? Oops , you don't have the title anymore, from what I hear."

"Why you little twit…."

"Look here, unemployed Watcher, no need to get your briefs in a bunch. Plus, no need for the foul language around Ni."

"Foul language?"

"Spike is a very conscience father Giles," Buffy muffled her laughter. Giles rolled his eyes, then saw Buffy taking Niya out of Spike's hands and turn toward him handing the Watcher the enfant.

"Buffy, I am not good with children. I…," before he could protest further, the tiny enfant was in his arms. Her emerald eyes sparkled as she looked at him.

"Look at Niya and Granddaddy Rupert."

"Dear lord," Giles replied before handing back Niya to Buffy.

"Well, if Joyce is Grandma, then you have to be Granddad. You are bloody old enough," Spike smirked.

"You are older then me you…."

"Don't say it. My Niya has fragile ears. Why are you here by the way?"

"I invited him over, Spike, to see Niya." Buffy suddenly made a face and held Niya at arms length from her, "I think someone went poopy. I'm going to change her," Buffy went up the stairs leaving Spike and Giles alone.

"So…," Giles started, trying to break the uncomfortable silence in the air. The only thing that came to mind was threatening Spike with a staking or a beheading. It's not like they have ever had a conversation.

"Sooo…," Spike replied trying to find the remote.

"Buffy told me the whole story. Certain things are bothering me though."

"Oh great, the third degree from you too."

"Well, you can't expect to show up here, like this, with a child and not expect various questions."

"Fine, fire away."

"There are no questions, just one demand."

"Demand? Since when are you in…"

"Shut up, you prat, you have intruded on both Buffy's and Joyce's lives, and I know that they most likely already love this little girl, so if you do anything to hurt them, or this child, you won't only have The Slayer to worry about."

"You threatening me."

"I don't think I stuttered, did I?"

"You've got stones, Rup. If I was back to my old way, I would have ripped them out and showed them to you. But I won't, because I am not that man anymore. Christine and Niya have --"

"She's all dry and powder fresh," Buffy blared as she came down the stairs. "Did you guys play nice while I was gone?"

"There's no entrails lying about, is there, pet?"

"He meant to say, there's no pile of dust that needs vacuuming, is there?"

Buffy smiled and rolled her eyes at the pair.

Part 33

The phone rudely awakened Buffy as it rang loudly. She looked over to see if Willow was in bed, because the phone was on her side of the room, but her bed was still made and Buffy knew that she was over at Oz's. She got out of bed, began to walk over to the nightstand and stubbed her pinky toe on the end of the table. A string of obscenities left her tongue as she fell onto Willow's bed, as the phone's persistent ringing kept on. She reached over and grabbed it

"Huh?" Was all Buffy could muster to say between her sleep and the pain in her foot.

"Buffy, it's Giles."

"Giles? Who died?"

"What? No one is dead."

"Is the Hellmouth being reopened?"

"No, Buffy…."

"Are you are they canceling Cracker?"

"Buffy?"

"Giles , it is four in the morning. What is so important?"

"The Council is coming to Sunnydale."

That news woke Buffy up instantly. "Why? Did you tell them?"

"Well..."

"GILES!!"

"I told one person, a good friend, and he would never betray a confidence."

"Well , he must have, or why would they be coming here?"

"They questioned Angel and now they want to...."

"The Council did what?"

"They thought he was the one. That's why I had to tell Reese, or The Council would have been here weeks ago."

"But I don't work for The Council anymore, Giles, they can't ask me jack."

"Buffy, you can't fight them on this. They will stay here for a longer amount of time, and if they find out about Niya it could get more complicated."

Buffy turned on the light to her room, "Complicated how?"

"Reese is afraid that The Council may want to keep the child, despite the prophecy."

"First of all, Spike wouldn't allow that."

"I don't think that they will be asking. Buffy , they will be here tomorrow. They are in LA as we speak, and if they discover Spike and Niya. Especially Spike raising Niya, I can't possibly see Travers or any of the others being too thrilled. And since you quit The Council, I doubt they will be too thrilled about leaving possibly the most powerful Slayer ever, in your hands."

"What am I gonna do?" Buffy thought to herself.

"Buffy...."

"I'll figure it out Giles. I'll talk to you later," With that she hung up the phone and began to get dressed.

"So , what's with the waking up of the whole household at 4:30 in the morning?" Spike asked, sitting down in the Summers' living room. He looked over at Joyce, who looked half dead, sitting on the sofa.

"It's not like you were sleeping." Buffy eyed the vampire dressed in his patented black jeans and t-shirt.

"Yes, Buffy please explain," Joyce yawned.

"Well, you have a couple of days off of work and Spike hasn't had a break from Niya for...."

"Did I say I need a break from Niya?" Spike instantly put up his defenses.

The Slayer sighed, realizing that her guarded approach wasn't going to work, "Fine, The Council is come to town sometime today, and I need Niya and you to be out of the way."

"I thought you quit those bastards."

"Well, they are coming to town for something."

"Is it about Faithhoney?" Joyce asked.

"Ehmm I really don't know, but I think keeping Niya and Spike shouldn't be around when they get here. I was thinking that maybe Niya could go with you to Aunt Tina's."

"I don't think...."

"Don't worry, Spike, it'll be fine, plus my sister would love to see her." The middle-aged woman looked at Spike expectantly.

"How can I say no to you?" Spike gave a worried half smile. "And what about me?"

"I was hoping that maybe we could let Willow give you a small magical makeover."

"Oh god no!" Spike moaned. "I'm going with Joyce."

"We can't exactly explain why you never go out in the daytime Spike," Joyce answered frankly. Spike sighed, resigned to his fate.

Joyce left three hours later, just as Willow arrived at the Summers' house.

"I brought all the supplies that I need." Willow smiled as she looked at Spike's face. He looked like a man on death row about to take the final walk down the long hallway. "It won't be that bad Spike."

"Frankly, I don't trust your wiccan abilities," Spike spit out truthfully.

"Hey! I am damn good."

Spike snorted.

Buffy smiled, "Ehmm, let's give him different hair, Willow. And maybe we can fatten him up a bit."

"You're one to talk, Slayer. I remember in your kitchen last year. You holding me over that Island in there, and you were just barely contained in that little shirt."

"Hey! You pervert."

"Oh, come on, you were just all bouncy and --" A fist sent him flying backwards onto the sofa. He rubbed his bruised jaw and laughed, "Now you are all thin and fragile looking. You lose some weight over the summer or something?"

She turned to Willow, "Can you close his mouth, like Amy's mom did Aura?"

The redhead laughed, "I think that we can mask him being a vampire. It's not too hard, just don't walk into direct sunlight or get staked. Think the hair thing is pretty easy." She grabbed two reddish brown leaves, put them on her palm, and crushing them, exclaimed, "Spadix!"

"Wow!" The Slayer stared at the new brunette in front of her.

"It looks great. He doesn't even look like Spike anymore.

"His hair is so curly."

Spike was getting pissed off, as the two of them continued to smile like two cats that caught the canary. He knew he had to look ridiculous, "Change it back, Wicca. Change my hair back to how it was before. I'll just hide out from The Council."

"No, you look great, Spike." Willow said, "I'm very pleased with myself."

"You do look great, Spike, like a different man."

"Were you trying to say that I was hideous before?"

"No, but..."

"But now I look more poncy, like Angel I figure."

Buffy's look of happiness suddenly dissipated. "You look fine. The hair can stay that way till The Council leaves."

The Slayer dashed up the stair and slammed her room door.

"Well that was smart!" Willow said sarcastically.

"I know, I got a big mouth."

"To say the least," The witch agreed. "I think Buffy has a Polaroid camera around and you can see for yourself."

Willow searched and found it in Mrs. Summers' desk. She quickly loaded the film sitting next to it. Then took Spike's picture. It seemed to take forever for the picture to appear. When it did, Spike was astonished at how he looked, his original hair was a sandy blond, but this was a dark brown. His blue eyes seemed almost translucent with the dark hair as a contrast.

"I think I better check on Buffy."

She nodded, "I am gonna go, Spike. Tell Buffy that I'll see her in class."

Spike headed up stairs, but suddenly stopped, "Thanks, Red."

"No problem."

Spike quietly opened the door to the Slayer's room. She was sitting on her bed, with her back to him; he could tell that she was holding something.

"I'm sorry."

"Why?"

"Cause I shouldn't have even started that fight downstairs. It's just that, I get the feeling that something is going on, and for some reason you don't want me to know, and that makes me believe that it has something to do with me."

Buffy thought quickly trying to think of a lie. Giles told her how important it was that she keep Niya's secret from Spike.

"Spike, it's just that, the last time The Council was in town. They tried to kill me."

"What?"

"They have a birthday test once you reach eighteen. They lock you in a house with a psycho vampire, and they take away your Slayer powers, and you have to get out of there on your own. It didn't work out as they hoped. The vampire got loose and kidnapped mom. Almost got the best of me. But I outsmarted him in the end."

"And how did you accomplish that, pet?"

Buffy watched him sit down next to her, "Well, he was psycho and needed some pills for his headaches, or something. And I had a glass of holy water and his pills ready for him to take. And he drank it and then he, go poof. But by the time I got back to the library, Giles was fired and Councilman Travers was on his way back to England to send me a new Watcher."

"Ok , I can see why you don't want them here. But I could just leave. It would just make life easier, in case they started snooping around."

"Where would you go? I can't risk something happening to you."

"I'll manage. If I didn't know better, I'd think you care about me, Slayer."

"I do care about you. You are all that Niya's ever known."

"Yeah , I guess. Do you think the hair alone is enough to fool them, pet?"

"I don't even recognize you anymore." Buffy smiled, meaning that statement in more ways then one.

"I'll take that as a good thing."

"You should."

Part 34

When The Council members arrived in Sunnydale, they instantly went to work. They briefly stopped at their hotel, to drop off their bags. Meanwhile, the retrieval team stayed at a house on the outskirts of town, prepared to fight The Slayer and whatever vampire was keeping the baby.

They looked at the schematics of the Summers' house and Buffy's dorm, planning their ways of entry and escape. If The Council gave them the go ahead, they were ready to go up against the slayer.

Back at her dorm Buffy took a huge breath before opening the door to find Giles with Travers at his and three other Council members behind them

"Hello , Miss Summers."

"Why are they here?" Buffy tried to sound annoyed and surprised, since she wasn't supposed to know that they were coming. "I don't work for you guys anymore."

"Well Miss Summers... May we come in?"

Buffy lingered with the affirmation, but eventually relinquished and invited them inside.

"We decided to bring Mister Giles here even though he no longer works for The Council, but we feel that you relationship with him might ease this situation."

"What situation? Is this about Faith? I didn't kill her, she's in a coma."

"This has nothing to do with Faith."

"Then what's it about?" Buffy was getting tired of playing the cat and mouse game with Travers, but she couldn't let on that she'd known about The Council's impending visit.

"It's about a prophecy."

Buffy remained silent, letting him continue.

"About a Slayer," A blonde woman added, her face was stern.

The Slayer rolled her eyes. "What about me?"

"I think that you should explain why you are here , Travers." Giles interrupted.

Travers started, "Very well. There is a prophecy of a baby that was born this summer. We believed that we had found the mother, but she disappeared, and so has the baby."

"And what does this have to do with me?" Buffy asked, trying to be impatient not letting on that she already knew of the prophecy.

"Well, we believe that the baby will be sent to Sunnydale, and is it imperative that The Council finds this child."

"Let me guess, she's some saviour from an impending apocalypse." Buffy smirked.

"Actually she's a Slayer."

"Really?"

"Yes, Miss Summers."

"And why do you think she's coming here?"

"Because it is prophesied that the vampire will use the baby to kill the present Slayer."

Buffy tried to contain her surprise, Giles had never told her that.

Travers continued, "It is said that the vampire will pretend to seek out The Slayer for help and when she becomes vulnerable, kill her and the child. Now, we need to know if Angel, or any other vampires that you consort, with have been in town lately."

"Consort? You son-of-a-bitch."

"Buffy..." Giles warned in a stern voice.

"Oh, give me a break, Giles, they are totally playing minds games with this lame story. And I don't consort with vampires." The waves of anger flowed off of Buffy.

"But there is a young man living at your mother's house?" The woman asked.

"So, now you have been spying on me?"

"Buffy, it is important that we find out if the child is here. We need your help."

"No, what you need to do is get the hell out of my room and out of Sunnydale, before I make it unpleasant for you and your Council jesters. Now get the hell out."

The Council members moved quietly out of the room as Giles gave her a look that said it all. 'Be on your guard.'

"Should we go to her mother's home tomorrow?" Lydia asked Travers, as they drove back to the hotel.

"We'll go back tomorrow morning and find out who exactly that young man is." Travers examined the notes that he had prepared.

"What if the child isn't here?"

"Then we go back to England to get the advice of The Guides."

"Isn't that dangerous?"

"It is what me must do."

There was a loud knocking at the door as he padded down the front stairs to the door. He quickly yanked open the door to see five strangers, all dressed in suits, looking extremely serious as they eyed him up and down.

"Is Mrs. Summers home?"

"Nope, just me."

"Can we come in?"

"Who are we?"

"My name is Quentin Travers, and these are my colleagues."

"Well, Buffy's mom is not here and I was just going out."

Travers stalled for time. He looked at the timer on his watch, The Unit had 3 minutes to search the upstairs bedrooms for any signs of the baby or the vampire.

"Out?"

"Yeah, my band is playing at the Bronze. I doubt it's your kind of music."

"The name of your group?" Travers glanced at his watch; the team only had 1 minute left.

"Dingoes Ate My Baby." He grabbed his coat and headed for the door, essentially pushing back the strangers, they each looked at him, dumbfounded that he didn't burst into flames. But it became quickly apparent that he wasn't a vampire as streams of sunlight hit his body.

"You're not a vampire?" Lydia was certain that the vampire was staying in the Summers' home.

"Nope, I'm just a regular old werewolf," Oz smiled as he locked the door.

"Did you find anything?" Travers asked hurriedly, as they entered the old farmhouse.

"We found nothing. Nothing in the garbage, no crib or clothes, and no formula in the kitchen. She doesn't have a baby," Johnston stated.

"Ok, we'll wait till their American Thanksgiving and hopefully that they will eventually lead us to the baby. How many days till then?"

"Two weeks."

"We'll follow her around until then. Maybe our translators were wrong?" Lydia suggested.

"I highly doubt it. The only other explanation is that, Miss Summers or Mr. Giles was tipped off that we were coming."

"Do you think? But who?"

"I don't know, but once we get back to England we will find out." Travers promised.

"Oz , you are the best. Thanks for covering." Buffy thanked her best friend's boyfriend with a hug.

"Well, you told me to look up on him." Oz shrugged.

"So where did he hide? In the basement."

"Actually, Buffy. He wasn't there. Neither was any of the baby's stuff. It was truly like he was never there."

"What do you mean? He wouldn't have left my mom has Niya. He wouldn't go. He wouldn't leave her." Buffy said, confused and disappointed, "Would he?"

"I don't know, but your mom has Niya, right? So, then, I doubt he would leave her."

"You're right, I guess." Buffy wished she sounded more confident in her answer.

"I found this sticking out of the mailbox when I was there." Oz handed her a note. "I've got to go to class now, Buffy, but I'll see you at The Bronze tomorrow night, right? Vercua's playing, it should be adequate."

"I'll be there." Buffy took the note from Oz before he left, suddenly lost in the crowd of students switching lecture halls for other classes.

Buffy headed toward her dorm. Once inside her room she opened the plain white envelope.

Slayer,

I heard from some of my mates that you haven't slayed yet that The Council has sent in a special unit to track you along with those stuffed shirts that will probably try and interrogate you. So I cleared out. I doubt that they will be playing by the good guy rules, so I will stay underground for a while.

Spike

PS. Don't miss me too much.

Buffy smiled and tucked the note under her mattress. She had a couple of hours until she had to patrol, so she decided to actually get some homework done.

Part 35

Harmony looked onward as Buffy staked one of her new minions.

"I don't even think the Powers of Darkness are even trying."

Harmony watched on as The Slayer continued with her quips, not even sensing the danger behind her.

"I can't wait till I kill Buffy. Every demon in town will worship me. I'll be totally popular. I'll be like a Master. I'll--" Harmony felt a sharp pain in her back, then felt like thousands of tiny needles were pricking her skin as she fell to the ground shrieking in pain.

She was suddenly aware of three masked men surrounding her. One grabbed her tiny body and carried her in his arms. She was fully aware of everything, but she just couldn't move.

Spike walked through the demon bar wondering what exactly he was doing at Willy's, but pretty quickly he was sitting at the bar ordering up a glass of A positive. The warmed human blood tasted so relaxing, almost like chilled champagne.

"I didn't know you were back, Spike?" An annoying voice asked from behind the bar. "Wow, I like the hair, but it kind of ruins the bad boy look, you know."

"I am not back, just passing through. What of it?"

"Well, are you in town to deal with those new guys that are helping The Slayer?"

"What guys?"

"I guess you've been out of Sunnydale too long to know the low down." Willy moved closer to Spike, "You see there are some guys that are going around hunting demons and doing experiments on them. From what the word is, The Slayer is building an army of fighters to get rid of demons in Sunnydale. I personally think that the little girl does fine on her own, but hey, she's gonna put me out of business with these guys."

"You don't know what you are talking about," Spike huffed. Willy looked at him strangely, "The bint doesn't have the brains for that kind of operation," He covered quickly.

"Sure, Spike whatever you say, but don't let them get you." With that Willy went down to the other end of the bar to serve a Hakes demon.

Spike was beginning to think that coming to Sunnydale was the wrong idea. With The Council breathing down The Slayer's neck, their ops unit snooping around, and this new threat. Sunnydale was looking like too much of a hassle. He drained the glass and called over to Willy to poor another. "Tell me more about 'those guys'."

TBC...

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