Emma Carter woke up before her alarm again.
But this time—
She didn't move.
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The ceiling above her was the same.
White. Still. Predictable.
But her mind—
Wasn't.
It wasn't racing like before, organizing tasks, structuring the day, aligning priorities.
It wasn't calm either.
It was…
Full.
Not with thoughts.
With something heavier.
Something quieter.
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Emma turned her head slightly, staring at the edge of her desk across the room.
Her laptop sat there.
Closed.
Waiting.
Usually, that sight brought comfort.
A starting point.
A sense of direction.
A reminder that everything could still be controlled.
Today—
It just sat there.
Neutral.
Unhelpful.
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"This is inefficient," she whispered.
But she didn't get up.
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Minutes passed.
Maybe more.
Emma didn't check.
That alone felt wrong.
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Eventually, she sat up slowly, her movements lacking their usual precision.
Her routine followed—technically.
She showered.
She dressed.
She packed her bag.
But everything felt… delayed.
Like she was moving through something thicker than usual.
Like each action required just a little more effort than before.
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By the time she reached campus, the world was already in motion.
Students moved quickly.
Voices overlapped.
Life continued.
Unbothered.
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Emma stepped into it—
But didn't quite join it.
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"Emma!"
Lily.
Of course.
Emma turned.
"Yes?"
Lily walked toward her, studying her face carefully.
"You look tired."
"I'm not."
"You didn't even deny it properly."
Emma adjusted her bag strap.
"I'm fine."
Lily didn't respond immediately.
Then—
"Okay," she said.
And walked beside her.
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That word again.
Okay.
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Emma didn't like it.
Not when Noah said it.
Not when Lily said it.
It felt like something unfinished.
Like something left unsaid.
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"You're thinking again," Lily added.
Emma glanced at her.
"I always think."
"Not like this."
Emma didn't argue.
Because—
She didn't have the energy to.
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Lecture passed.
Emma wrote notes.
Or at least—
She tried to.
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Her handwriting slowed.
Then steadied.
Then—
Stopped.
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She stared at the page.
Words half-written.
Sentences unfinished.
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"Emma."
She blinked.
Looked up.
The lecturer was staring at her.
"You were going to answer the question."
Emma froze.
The room felt quieter.
Too quiet.
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"I…" she started.
Then stopped.
Because—
She didn't know the question.
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That had never happened before.
Not once.
Not ever.
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"I'm sorry," she said.
"I didn't catch it."
A pause.
Then the lecturer nodded.
"Pay attention."
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Emma nodded once.
"Of course."
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But her chest tightened.
Not from embarrassment.
Not from fear.
From something worse.
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Uncertainty.
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After class, Emma didn't stay.
Didn't linger.
Didn't wait.
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She left immediately.
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"Emma."
She didn't stop.
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"Emma."
She stopped.
Of course she did.
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Noah.
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"What?" she asked, sharper than intended.
He noticed.
Of course he did.
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"You okay?" he asked.
"I'm fine."
"No, you're not."
"I said I'm fine."
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Silence.
Short.
Tense.
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"You didn't answer in class," he said.
"I missed one question."
"That's not like you."
"That doesn't mean anything."
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Her voice was controlled.
But tight.
Too tight.
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Noah studied her.
Carefully.
Like he was trying to see past the surface.
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"I don't want to fight you," he said quietly.
"We're not fighting."
"Feels like it."
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Emma exhaled sharply.
"I just need to focus."
"On what?"
"Everything."
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He tilted his head slightly.
"That's not how focus works."
"I know how focus works."
"Do you?"
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That—
That hit.
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Emma looked away.
"I don't have time for this."
"You keep saying that."
"Because it's true."
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Noah stepped closer.
Not aggressively.
Not forcefully.
Just—
Present.
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"You're overwhelmed," he said.
"I'm not."
"You are."
"I said I'm not."
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Her voice cracked again.
Slightly.
Barely noticeable.
But enough.
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Emma went still.
Because—
That wasn't supposed to happen.
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Noah didn't react.
Didn't point it out.
Didn't make it bigger.
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He just softened.
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"You don't have to keep pretending," he said quietly.
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Something in her chest tightened sharply.
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"I'm not pretending," she said.
But the words felt—
Weaker.
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Noah didn't argue.
Didn't push.
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"You don't have to tell me," he said.
"But don't lie to yourself."
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Silence.
Heavy.
Unavoidable.
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Emma swallowed.
Hard.
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"I just need to get through this week," she said.
"That's not what this is."
"It is."
"No," he said gently. "It's bigger than that."
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Emma shook her head.
"No, it's not."
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But—
She didn't sound convinced.
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"I have exams," she added quickly.
"I have responsibilities."
"I know."
"And I can't afford to fall behind."
"You won't."
"You don't know that."
"I do."
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Emma looked at him.
Frustration flickering.
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"That's not logical," she said.
"No," he agreed. "It's not."
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And somehow—
That made it harder to argue.
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"I just need things to go back to normal," she said.
Noah was quiet for a moment.
Then—
"What if this is your new normal?"
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Emma froze.
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"No," she said immediately.
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Too fast.
Too certain.
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But her chest—
Didn't agree.
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"I don't want that," she said.
Noah nodded slowly.
"I know."
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Silence.
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"But it's already happening," he added.
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Emma looked away.
Because—
She knew.
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"I don't like feeling like this," she admitted quietly.
"Like what?"
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She hesitated.
Then—
"Like I'm not in control."
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Noah's expression softened.
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"You're not," he said gently.
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Emma's head snapped back toward him.
"That's not helping."
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"I know," he said.
"But it's true."
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Silence.
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Emma's hands tightened into fists.
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"I've always been in control," she said.
"I know."
"And it's worked."
"I know."
"So why would I let that go?"
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Noah didn't answer immediately.
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"Because," he said slowly,
"it's costing you more now."
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That—
That landed.
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Emma's breath caught slightly.
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"I'm not losing anything," she said.
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But the words felt—
Wrong.
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Noah didn't argue.
Didn't correct.
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"You couldn't answer a question today," he said quietly.
Emma flinched.
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"That's not—"
"You're not sleeping properly."
She froze.
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"You're forcing yourself to focus when you can't."
Her chest tightened.
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"And you're pretending you're fine when you're not."
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Silence.
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Sharp.
Clear.
Unavoidable.
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Emma looked down.
Her hands—
Still slightly shaking.
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"I don't know how to fix this," she whispered.
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That was it.
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The first real admission.
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Noah didn't move.
Didn't rush in.
Didn't try to solve it.
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"Maybe you don't fix it," he said.
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Emma frowned.
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"Then what do I do?"
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He hesitated.
Then—
"You let it exist."
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Emma let out a quiet, almost disbelieving breath.
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"That's not a solution."
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"No," he said.
"It's not."
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Silence.
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"But it's a start."
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Emma closed her eyes briefly.
Then opened them.
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"I don't like this version of me," she said.
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Noah's voice softened.
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"I do."
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She looked at him.
Confused.
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"Why?" she asked.
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"Because," he said,
"this version is real."
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Emma stilled.
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"I was real before."
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"You were controlled," he said gently.
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That—
That hurt.
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Because it felt true.
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"I don't know how to be anything else," she admitted.
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Noah smiled slightly.
Not amused.
Not teasing.
Just—
Patient.
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"You're learning."
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Emma exhaled slowly.
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"That word again."
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"Yeah."
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Silence.
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But softer now.
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"I don't want to fall apart," she said.
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Noah shook his head.
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"You're not falling apart."
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"Then what is this?"
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He paused.
Then—
"This is you feeling everything you pushed aside."
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Emma swallowed.
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"That sounds worse."
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"Maybe," he said.
"But it's honest."
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She looked away.
At the ground.
At nothing.
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"I don't know if I can handle that," she said quietly.
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Noah didn't hesitate.
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"You can."
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Emma shook her head slightly.
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"That's not enough."
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"I know," he said.
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Silence.
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"But I'm not going anywhere."
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Emma looked at him again.
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And something shifted.
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Not fixed.
Not solved.
But—
Steadier.
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"I still have to study," she said.
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Noah nodded.
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"I know."
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"And I'm not going to fall behind."
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"You won't."
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Emma hesitated.
Then—
"Stay," she said.
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It was quiet.
Barely audible.
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But it was there.
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Noah didn't smile.
Didn't tease.
Didn't make it bigger.
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He just nodded.
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"Okay."
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And this time—
That word didn't feel unfinished.
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It felt enough.
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They sat together later.
In the library.
Same table.
Same space.
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But different.
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Emma opened her laptop.
Looked at the screen.
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And for once—
She didn't force herself.
She just—
Started
Slowly.
Carefully.
Honestly.
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And when her focus slipped—
She didn't panic.
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When her thoughts drifted—
She didn't fight them.
She just—
Kept going.
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Because maybe—
Control wasn't about perfection
Maybe—
It was about continuing anyway.
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Even when things felt heavy.
Even when things felt uncertain.
Even when things didn't make sense.
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Emma Carter wasn't fixed.
She wasn't fully stable.
She wasn't completely in control.
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But for the first time—
She wasn't trying to be.
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And somehow—
That felt lighter.
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Not easy.
Not comfortable.
But—
Possible.
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And for now—
That was enough.