{"id":7071,"date":"2015-08-02T01:12:55","date_gmt":"2015-08-02T00:12:55","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/goteamfiction.com\/?p=7071"},"modified":"2024-11-11T20:58:43","modified_gmt":"2024-11-11T20:58:43","slug":"to-be-alive-or-to-live-8-13","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/goteamfiction.com\/index.php\/2015\/08\/02\/to-be-alive-or-to-live-8-13\/","title":{"rendered":"To be Alive or to Live. 8-13"},"content":{"rendered":"

Chapter Eight <\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSo, what you\u2019re saying is that we have to put of with the ice princess.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Wesley shrugged and wiped at his glasses again. \u201cCordelia has managed to build up the necessary gray to give her the strength to\u2026remain alive. It seems that in doing so, she has lost all sensitivity or concern for others.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSo, we have to put up with it.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYes. Unless\u2026There as to be another answer. It just doesn\u2019t make sense that the Powers would want her to be cruel and apathetic or want Angel to become isolated again. It defeats the purpose of the scrolls prophecy.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhat\u2019s wrong with the vamp?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou saw him.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAll he said was that he wanted to be alone.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYes, he is closing himself off again. There has to be another way.\u201d Wesley headed for his books. He stopped and turned politely to Fred. \u201cUm, Fred. I can\u2019t go to your lecture. I think someone should stay with Angel and I would really like to take the opportunity to research this some more.\u201d Wesley looked at Gunn.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cCome on girl, you can impress me with your brains.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019ll go?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWouldn\u2019t miss it. Maybe some of that brain power will rub off.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re smart.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cStreet smart maybe.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cFred, I\u2019m sure you will do excellently.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThank you, Wesley. Help Cordy. She can\u2019t be happy like this; neither can Angel. It\u2019s just not fair, a week ago, everyone was so happy. It\u2019s just not fair.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ll try.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

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Chapter nine <\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Wesley stretched his neck, rubbing at his eyes. He was missing something. He had to be. Lorne seemed sure of what he had been saying and it had made sense in a depressing, bizarre way. But it couldn\u2019t be what the Powers wanted. Wesley picked up the phone.<\/span><\/p>\n

***<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou rang.\u201d Lorne entered the hotel.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI want you to read Angel\u2019s aura.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cBring him by, have him sing a tune.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHe won\u2019t go anywhere.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Lorne signed deeply and sat in the chair next to Wesley. \u201cMuffin, there\u2019s no point in reading Angel\u2019s aura. It\u2019s not like it\u2019s gotten all-colorful. And the seer\u2019s seems just grayly fine. Look, Muffin, I know this is not fun and no one is cheered but Cordy will stay alive. She can handle the visions, now.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cLorne, Angel is upstairs right now burying himself behind his own dark walls. If that continues he won\u2019t ever be ready for the Prophecy.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Lorne got up. \u201cMuffin, I like the big lug, really. But when will you all realize this isn\u2019t about Angel. The Powers ditched the Shansu thing when they early released him. They didn\u2019t bring him back, he brought himself back to the grayness.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThis is as much about Angel as it is about Cordelia. They need each other; the powers need them, but not like this. You said that Cordelia had been on her way to becoming a seer that prophecies were written about. Well they did write about her, in the scroll. She is or was the humanity that would lead Angel to his shansu. That\u2019s not happening now.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cShe had to lose her connection.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYes, yes-the grayness. But there has to be another way for her to maintain it.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThere isn\u2019t.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI think there is. Look, Cordelia maybe as gray as demon right now, but she isn\u2019t one. Eventually, the colors will come back. \u201c<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI saw her aura, it\u2019s solid.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Wesley rubbed his forehead. \u201cYou know about auras and souls, I know about a human beings need for self protection, their ability to push their feelings aside. Those feelings are pushed aside, ignored, but not gone, never gone. Something will happen that will put a crack in those walls that Cordelia has built and that something will most definitely have to do with the vampire upstairs. And when that happens, everyone will suffer.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Wesley flopped back down in his chair, rubbing at his neck. God, he was tired.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cEven if you\u2019re right, there is no other way.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou said both Cordelia and Angel were anomalies. A human seer and a vampire with a soul. They have what each other needs to be complete.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThe comshuck option as come and gone.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m not talking about that. All that did was transfer the visions. I saying Angel has the gray that Cordelia needs and she has the colors that he needs.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWe\u2019re not talking about trading cards here, but souls. It doesn\u2019t work that way.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI think it can. I think I have found the way.\u201d Wesley gave Lorne the scroll and pointed to the passage he had been reading.<\/span><\/p>\n

Lorne read the passage over. He raised his eyes. \u201cIt\u2019s too risky.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI know.\u201d Wesley buried his head in his hands.<\/span><\/p>\n

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Chapter ten <\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Cordelia walked into the hotel. \u201cHello.\u201d She waved to Wesley, Gunn, and Fred.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cCordelia, you came in?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cDuh, I work here.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYeah, but yesterday you said the ghost was more fun.\u201d Gunn said.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHe is. But, I need the paycheck.\u201d Cordelia sat down at her desk, pulling out another magazine.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cUm, Cordy. Angel seems to be all better.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cTold you. That\u2019s what happens, Angel gets hurt, he sleeps, and he gets better.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2026.\u201d Fred looked nervously around.<\/span><\/p>\n

Cordelia shrugged.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cCordelia there is no reason to be rude.\u201d Wesley said.<\/span><\/p>\n

Cordelia rolled her eyes.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI swear I\u2019m going to smack that expression off her face.\u201d Gunn whispered to Wesley.<\/span><\/p>\n

Cordelia sighed. \u201cFine. Fred how was your lecture?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Fred startled and eagerly looked at Cordelia. \u201cUm, it was good. Gunn went with me. The professor said\u2026..\u201d Fred stopped as Cordelia buried her head back into the magazine. Fred flinched. \u201cUm, never mind. I going to go to the library now.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Wesley watched the young woman run out of the hotel.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cCordelia why did you ask, if you weren\u2019t going to listen.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI was being polite.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s only polite if you are sincere.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWould you all just leave me alone? It\u2019s not my fault if ditzy cave woman is too sensitive for her own good.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cCordelia, Fred admires you.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cOr did,\u201d grumbled Gunn.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI didn\u2019t ask for it. Like I want her following me around. Geez. She still has no concept of makeup or fashion. Dweebsville.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cCordelia\u2026\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cOuch,\u201d Cordelia squeezed her eyes shut.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cCordelia?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAspirin please and you better wake up sleeping vamp.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m here.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSo, you are.\u201d Cordelia accepted the pills and water from Angel. \u201cEvil vampires getting ready for buffet in the underground lot of the Mall.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAre you all right?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYep,\u201d Cordelia looked at the vampire. \u201cJust a headache.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Angel nodded. \u201cLet\u2019s go.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSure.\u201d Wesley and Gunn got up to follow.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThat was a vision?\u201d Gunn whispered. \u201cShe didn\u2019t scream, shake or fall or anything.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYes, isn\u2019t wonderful.\u201d Wesley shook his head and went to the door.<\/span><\/p>\n

Cordelia went back to her magazine as soon as the other\u2019s left.<\/span><\/p>\n

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Chapter eleven <\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Cordelia was heading out of the door when Angel, Wesley, and Gunn returned. \u201cWell, you all look better than you did last night. Good night.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Angel shot out his hand stopping Cordelia from passing.<\/span><\/p>\n

Cordelia looked at his hand then up to his face. Her brow arched. \u201cI\u2019m going home.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI want to talk to you.\u201d Angel continued to hold her arm.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAngel, I don\u2019t think you should.\u201d Wesley said.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI would have to agree with Wesley.\u201d Cordelia said. \u201cI don\u2019t want to talk to you now. Now, I want to go home. My job is done here for the night. Let me go.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Angel ignored Wesley and pulled Cordelia to Wesley\u2019s office.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAngel, don\u2019t.\u201d Wesley voice dropped in defeat.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHey, maybe Angel can wipe that bitchy expression off Barbie\u2019s face.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s what I\u2019m afraid of.\u201d Wesley shook his head and went to his books.<\/span><\/p>\n

***<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t appreciate the cave man routine.\u201d Cordelia shook her arm.<\/span><\/p>\n

Angel released her. \u201cI want to talk to you.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cObviously, but I don\u2019t want to talk to you.\u201d Cordelia opened the door to leave.<\/span><\/p>\n

Angel\u2019s hand shot out slamming the door. \u201cGive me five minutes, then you can go home.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Cordelia closed her eyes. She would listen to him. She wouldn\u2019t get angry. She couldn\u2019t get angry; she felt nothing. Cordelia straightened and faced Angel.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSo talk.\u201d Somewhere in the back of her mind, Cordelia noted that Angel\u2019s expression and dark eyes gave nothing away. He was as emotionless as she felt. Cordelia forced back the twinge of something that accompanied the realization.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou can\u2019t care about me or them. I understand that and can live with that. But they can\u2019t. So, pretend if you have to. Be polite at least. That\u2019s all I wanted to say. You can go home now.\u201d Angel opened the door.<\/span><\/p>\n

Cordelia refused to react. She took a deep breath and walked out. Cordelia said nothing to either Wesley or Gunn as she picked up her purse. The front door slammed she left.<\/span><\/p>\n

Angel blinked once, and then he gathered his many years of solitude and wrapped it around his soul and heart cloaking them, protecting them from pain and love.<\/span><\/p>\n

Wesley appeared at the doorway. \u201cAngel.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m going upstairs.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNo. You\u2019re going to tell me what happened.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNothing happened.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSomething happened. Angel confronting Cordelia won\u2019t help anything.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI just told her to be polite. You told her the same thing.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cDamn\u2019t Angel, I\u2019m not you. I imagine Cordelia has had a lot of practice blocking out the things I say to her. She has yet shown that ability with you.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cDon\u2019t worry. I don\u2019t think she will come back tomorrow all sweetness and light. She ignored me. Now, I really would appreciate if you did to.\u201d Angel moved passed Wesley.<\/span><\/p>\n

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Chapter twelve <\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Cordelia sat on the couch. Her eyes were closed and she was breathing deeply. She would not think about Angel, she would not hear his words or see his blank expression. She wouldn\u2019t.<\/span><\/p>\n

How dare he. Don\u2019t go there, Cordelia Chase. The young woman forced her growing anger away. She forced her mind to go blank. She would be fine. Cordelia went to bed, ignoring the dampness on her cheeks.<\/span><\/p>\n

***<\/span><\/p>\n

Wesley grabbed the scroll and followed Angel upstairs.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI told you to leave me alone.\u201d A voice came from the darkness.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYes, well tough.\u201d Wesley flicked on the light.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWesley.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAngel, you have to listen to me. Both you and Lorne seem to think that Cordelia\u2019s ability to rebuild her walls mean that she has no feelings and will be safe from the dangers of the visions. But that\u2019s not the case.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cShe is fine. The visions barely touch her now.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cFor now. But Cordelia didn\u2019t turn into a demon or a machine. She still is a young human woman with feelings. She just has the sad amazing ability to repress them.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cIt will be enough.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAngel, you may have been able to isolate yourself over the last century. But Cordelia doesn\u2019t have that ability. Angel, we are talking about Cordelia Chase, the young woman who reached your heart without trying or knowing it. Her very being screams out to love and to be loved. And sooner or later that need will push through those walls like they did before. And it only takes one crack and then she is too weak to survive the visions. And you Angel will be that crack. So, don\u2019t confront her again unless you are prepared for the consequences.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThere were no cracks that I saw.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAngel, she was angry when she left tonight a real emotion. One that she can\u2019t afford. One that she experienced after you talked to her.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNo.\u201d Angel refused to believe that he did anything that would harm Cordelia. She had just stared at him showing nothing.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou’re in danger of becoming as blind as you always have been. But\u2026\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Angel looked up. \u201cWhat?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI believe that Lorne was wrong. Not about the grayness, but about how Cordelia needs to maintain it.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cExplain.\u201d Angel was listening now.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cLorne said that Cordelia was able to receive the visions because of some ungodly need she had to protect herself. That grayness is not natural for a human. Just like your grayness is not natural for a vampire.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cLorne said\u2026\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHe said that you are gray because you have a soul. An anomaly. A gray that you can lose as your soul begins to embrace humanity. The demons, the half-demons, the other seers who are gray can\u2019t do that. Their humanity if they have any doesn\u2019t strengthen. Your gray is incidental. You don\u2019t need it or want it if you\u2019re ever to become human. Unfortunately without Cordelia\u2019s humanizing influence on you, you\u2019re stagnating, regressing. You need her and she needs you. She needs your gray, a gray that existence isn\u2019t because she is forcing her emotions, her humanity in to a dark place.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI can\u2019t help her. The powers saw to that and my shansu is not relevant.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI believe Lorne was wrong about that to. I don\u2019t believe that the Powers just spout off irrelevant and disposable prophecies.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cGroo?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t think that was a prophecy, just a test, just an escape hatch if Cordelia had wanted one. But, she didn\u2019t want it. And now I think that the Power\u2019s want you both to be together to complete the real prophecy.\u201d Wesley held up the scroll.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cLorne said that I was made human\u2026.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI know what he said, I was there. And that was his interpretation. But, I believe that he was wrong. It was nothing but a tactic albeit a dangerous one, but still just a tactic to allow Cordelia to build up all of her walls, so that the next step could be done.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cStep?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Wesley took a deep breath. \u201cFor you to be able to share or give your grayness to Cordelia. Hers has to be completely gone, only then will she be able to accept yours.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHer grayness is the only thing that protects her.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI know, but it has to go. And Cordelia can\u2019t do it by herself, maybe if none of this had happened, I mean everything from the hellmouth to now, she would have eventually worked through her need for her self-protection. But, she can\u2019t do that now. No. All of her protections will have to be destroyed\u2026.by you. \u201c<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNo. I won\u2019t do it. It\u2019s too dangerous. She needs those protections.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAngel she needs what you can give her, not what she has built up over the years. That gray is just malignant. Evidence that something unmentionable happened to her as a young child, before the dangers of the hellmouth even entered her life.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou know.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNo. And honestly, I don\u2019t want to. Knowing what she has been through during our acquaintance and friendship is frightening enough. Whatever happened to her before that I don\u2019t want to know. But regardless, we don\u2019t have time for Cordelia to work through whatever it was by traditional means. Those walls must be destroyed for the transference to take place. I have no doubt that you will be able to do some major damage to them, I\u2026\u2026\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cBut.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou will be able to break through, but to destroy them, to make them go away, she is going to have to trust you. I mean really trust you. And I don\u2019t think Cordelia even at her most loving and compassionate as had the ability to trust anyone, even you completely.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cBecause of what I\u2019ve done to her.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAngel, her walls weren\u2019t built because of you. Her trust for you has been real, just not complete. Granted you haven\u2019t helped matters, but her inability to truly trust was already in place, you just I imagine confirmed it.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cBecause of whatever happened to her.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Wesley nodded.<\/span><\/p>\n

Angel growled. For the first time since Lorne had mentioned it, Angel really thought about what must have triggered Cordelia\u2019s need for such intensive self-protection. Angel knew how he became isolated. It was the evil that he had committed as Angelus. But, what happened to Cordelia couldn\u2019t have been anything that she had done.<\/span><\/p>\n

Something had been done to her. Angel closed his eyes trying to imagine Cordelia at his Kathy\u2019s age. Free and innocent until an outside evil destroyed them. Angelus killed Kathy. But whatever touched Cordelia left her alive, but dead inside. Angel needed to know what had happened. He needed to know where his rage could be directed.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAngel.\u201d Wesley saw Angel\u2019s acceptance of what he was saying and the anger that accompanied it. \u201cAngel, why is not important, revenge is pointless. The only important thing is Cordelia, now here in the present.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Angel bit back his growl. Cordelia was what was important. The revenge would hopefully come later.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAre you sure this will work.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNo. I believe it will- if Cordelia allows herself to be completely vulnerable to you. She has come pretty close in the past, but she has always been able to gather up some of her self-protection. I know she loves you, I know you love her. If that is enough, then it will work. But, Angel you\u2019re also going to have to let yourself be vulnerable to her. The trust has to be mutual. If you can’t do it, then it would be best if you left her.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Angel gave a sad chuckle and smile. \u201cCordelia holds everything I am in the palm of her hand.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYes, well make her believe it.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Angel got up. \u201cHow? Is there a spell or a ritual?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Wesley shook his head. \u201cNo, just the baring of two souls and then the shared rebuilding of them in trust and love.<\/span><\/p>\n

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Chapter thirteen<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNo.\u201d Angel said after a long moment of silence.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAngel.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNo. I\u2019ve listened and heard. And what I heard was that you think, but don\u2019t know. If you are wrong Cordelia\u2019s dies. Lorne said that she has the protection she needs. You saw her the vision caused her nothing more than a headache.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cIt won\u2019t last.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou don\u2019t know that.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYes. That I do know. Angel, Cordelia was angry. Whatever you said to her touched her. It may have been only momentarily. But it did touch her. And if happened once, it will happen again.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNo. I won\u2019t risk her.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAngel.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cTell me Wesley are you suggesting this because you believe it will work or because you just don\u2019t like who Cordelia has become.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Wesley glared. \u201cDon\u2019t. I love Cordelia, I may not like the girl that is downstairs, but I do love her. And if I thought that, her remaining insensitive and callous would keep her alive, I would buy her a Queen C license plate and jump for joy that the Bitch was back. But I don\u2019t believe that her repressing her feelings will keep her alive. I do think that this is the only option and I\u2019m offended that you would even suggest otherwise.\u201d The door slammed at his exit.<\/span><\/p>\n

Angel got up, turned the light switch off, returned to his chair and thought.<\/span><\/p>\n

***<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSo?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHe won\u2019t listen.\u201d Wesley threw the scroll towards the table.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cDo you really think it is the only way?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI know it is.\u201d Wesley sat in the chair. He would cool down then go back. Angel had to be made to see reason.<\/span><\/p>\n

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