Lalaith<\/a><\/p>\nAuthor’s Note:<\/strong> This fic was a labour of equal parts love and agony. All the lovely art was created by the wonderful Lalaith just for the fic, including the chapter markers. The only piece that I did was the banner on the first chapter–a holdover from when I first began to write this fic.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n
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\u201cSee you tomorrow Mrs. Maloney,\u201d Stiles said, handing the older woman her box of pastries. \u201cAre you sure you don\u2019t want your regular coffee?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cEleanor said she was going to <\/span>bake<\/span><\/i> for today\u2019s book club.\u201d She shuddered and shook her head, silver curls bouncing as her lip curled. \u201cWe both know how well that will turn out. These cookies and treats will be just the thing to keep everyone from rioting when she plops whatever abomination she\u2019s created onto the snack table.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cMiss Winters tries,\u201d Stiles said, mouth curling into a wide grin. Rose Maloney and Delia Winters had been feuding on one level or another his whole life.<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cShe fails, every time.\u201d Rose Maloney huffed. \u201cI\u2019ll get my coffee at the meeting, but I\u2019ll be by tomorrow for my usual. Are you going to have those lavender shortbreads again?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\nStiles thought over his supply list, biting his lip briefly before nodding at the older woman.<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cI could do that,\u201d Stiles smiled, leaning on the counter. \u201cI\u2019ll even set a few aside just for my favorite lady.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cDon\u2019t think I\u2019ve forgotten the grubby little boy I found eating all the raspberries from the bushes in my backyard,\u201d she paused, raising a perfectly sculpted brow. \u201cOr the strawberries, the blueberries, and the carrots for some unknown reason.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cI wanted to see in the dark,\u201d Stiles said, clutching the counter as he laughed, sepia-edged memories flashing in his mind. \u201cFor all that, I probably owe you more than a few shortbreads\u2014and a drink or three.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cHa, you come over and I’ll mix up some of my famous palomas and you can show me how to make those blueberry scones you had last week. Otherwise, you just keep making those fabulously delicious shortbreads and I\u2019ll continue to buy you out of them and that fantastic coffee blend,\u201d She laughed at Stiles’ expression as he held his hands up in defeat.<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cYou’re determined to get that scone recipe from me, aren’t you?” Stiles sighed in mock despair, before tilting his head in consideration. “A night of palomas and baking sounds worth it, though.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cIt will be. Let me know when, and I’ll even have Karl make up his famous lasagne\u2014he’ll sit at the counter and judge us, but it will be like our own episode of one of those baking shows.\u201d She laughed again before waving her goodbyes and practically dancing towards the door, silver hair bouncing with her glee.<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cHey,\u201d Boyd sauntered up to the counter after holding the door for Mrs. Maloney.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cCoffee and a muffin?\u201d Stiles turned to put the order together before glancing over his shoulder. \u201cOr did you need something for Erica today as well?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cJust me, but that isn\u2019t the only reason I\u2019m here,\u201d Boyd said, crossing his arms and staring at Stiles.<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cHere, take this and head to the back,\u201d Stiles replied, sliding the black coffee over to the other man. \u201cYou know where my office is. Let me just get Isaac back in here\u2014unless you need me to close up briefly.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cI already let him know. You can tell him later, no need to close up and have the regulars start a riot,\u201d Boyd said, jerking his head towards the windows where they could both clearly see Isaac flirting with a couple at one of the patio tables. Boyd sipped his coffee, smiling at Stiles, even if the lines of tension failed to leave his face. As Isaac reached the front door, Boyd was already disappearing through the swinging door into the back.<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cYou know anything about this?\u201d Stiles slipped his apron over his head and tucked it under the counter.<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cNo, you think it has something to do with that hunter the other night?\u201d Isaac slid around him, settling into a lean half on the stool behind the register.<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cNo, its been two days and if there was something to worry about Erica would have been with him or I would have had a very angry phone call,\u201d Stiles said, rolling his shoulders.<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cIs that wolf still hanging around?\u201d Isaac frowned, glaring at a spot over Stiles\u2019 shoulder.<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cHe\u2019s still in town, if that\u2019s what you mean. I haven\u2019t seen him though, and that is a shame. That man has some moves in the bed,\u201d Stiles said, just to see Isaac wince. \u201cI don\u2019t think it has anything to do with him either, but Boyd was going to stop by and talk about the hunter the morning after they found the body.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cIf you came back to your office I could just tell you and you could stop speculating,\u201d Boyd shouted from the back.<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cTrue, but this is more fun,\u201d Stiles laughed, not bothering to raise his voice. \u201cI better go see what disaster has been dropped in our laps this time.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cKeep me updated,\u201d Isaac ordered, turning towards the door at the ringing of the bells. \u201cWelcome to Better off Bread. Coffee and PB&J muffins for the minis?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\nStiles disappeared into the back to the sound of toddlers screeching in delight with a wicked laugh. Isaac loved kids, but they did tend to wear on wolf ears after a while.<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cSo what is this about?\u201d Stiles shut the door and leaned against it. He noticed that Boyd wasn\u2019t sitting either and realized things were more serious than anticipated. \u201cJust spit it out, Boyd. We can\u2019t deal with it until it’s out in the open.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cTwo things.\u201d Boyd held up two fingers. \u201cFirst, Coach Finstock met with Hale the other night and told him to get out of town. What other information he gave Hale, he wouldn\u2019t say\u2014\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cCupcake isn\u2019t going to tell anyone anything. You guys saved him from an arrow to the gut, and then we proceeded to make sure that it wouldn\u2019t happen again,\u201d Stiles reminded him. He remembered being flabbergasted when Coach showed up at his house a decade ago and informed Stiles about the hidden world of Beacon Hills. Coach Finstock was a witch and a supernatural info broker. It didn\u2019t get any weirder, and Stiles had seen some weird shit in the last decade.<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cIt was rowan and laced with poison, too,\u201d Boyd said, frowning. \u201cToo bad it hit that dog.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cWhat do you mean? Cupcake healed her and she followed him home. Candy is still following him around everywhere,\u201d Stiles felt his brow furrow.<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cI know, can you imagine getting shot with an arrow and then devoting yourself to Coach?\u201d Boyd shook his head, grinning briefly before turning serious again. \u201cI didn\u2019t figure you\u2019d be worried about Coach and Hale, but I wanted to let you know that Hale is definitely looking into things still.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cI haven\u2019t seen him since he took off the other night. Probably to meet with Cupcake, I\u2019m going to have to complain about him cockblocking me\u2014again.\u201d Stiles huffed.<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cI don\u2019t want to know,\u201d Boyd said, holding up a hand to stop Stiles\u2019 explanation.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\nStiles shrugged and waved Boyd on, \u201cYou said there were two things and Cupcake meeting with Derek isn\u2019t it, especially since I\u2019m guessing you met with the man yourself.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cI did, passed on what information I could\u2014which wasn\u2019t much but seemed to appease him,\u201d Boyd said, rubbing his hand over his mouth. \u201cShame he\u2019s a Hale.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cYou <\/span>like<\/span><\/i> him.\u201d Stiles grinned, ignoring Boyd\u2019s groan. \u201cYou want to be his friend and solve mysteries together. You want to sit down and have a beer with him. I told you guys.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cShut-up,\u201d Boyd said, muffled by the hand over his face. He looked up, meeting Stiles\u2019 gaze. \u201cYeah, I think he could be a good guy to have around, but\u2014and a big but here\u2014he\u2019s a Hale and that brings baggage. Probably alpha baggage.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cYeah,\u201d Stiles said, slumping back against the door. \u201cThat part sucks.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\nThey stood in silence for a brief moment before Boyd cleared his throat and nodded to a file that was on Stiles\u2019 desk.<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cI brought that in for you, its everything I could gather on Jedidah Williams,\u201d Boyd said. When Stiles frowned at him, he continued. \u201cThe hunter\u2019s brother\u2014his twin. Also his partner up in Amity, as far as I can tell. Isaac is good at rooting out connections, but I didn\u2019t go into cop work just because I look good in the uniform.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cAnd why are you giving me this file?\u201d Stiles rounded his desk, picking up the file he hadn\u2019t noticed when Boyd entered the bakery.<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cHe\u2019ll be in town sometime in the next forty-eight hours and word is that he\u2019s on a mission to find out who killed his brother,\u201d Boyd said, finally settling one of the chairs.<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cI thought his death was ruled a heart attack, no foul play?\u201d Stiles looked up at him, frowning. According to Erica, he knew that the investigation wasn\u2019t entirely over, but the prelim had been simple enough. None of his work had shown\u2014besides Jonah Williams having a sweet tooth.<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cThat\u2019s what every report says, all tests are coming back clean. So your new mix works\u2014even if its more potent than expected.\u201d Boyd agreed. \u201cDoesn\u2019t mean that the hunters aren\u2019t just looking for an excuse. The Williams family is going to be trouble.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cWhen are hunters anything but,\u201d Stiles said, sitting back, his chair creaking.<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cWhat do you want to do about it? The guy can\u2019t just die like his brother did, too many eyes watching Beacon Hills now.\u201d Boyd picked his coffee up off the desk and drank.<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cI\u2019ve got some ideas, lets see how things go when he gets here. I want the pack to circle the wagons though. I have a feeling that this guy will have no problem with extra targets.\u201d Stiles sighed, meeting Boyd\u2019s troubled gaze.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cYou\u2019ve been expecting something like this,\u201d Boyd said when Stiles said nothing else.<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cI\u2019m surprised something like this hasn\u2019t happened before, to be honest. As careful as we\u2019ve been, we\u2019ve probably left enough crumbs\u2014especially in the early days.\u201d Stiles nodded towards the door. \u201cThe wards we set aren\u2019t foolproof and a decade is a long time to go unnoticed. We\u2019ll have to have a meeting and decide where we go from here, because I have a feeling Beacon Hills is about to become a hot spot if we\u2019re not careful.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cSo you <\/span>do<\/span><\/i> have some sort of plan for this.\u201d Boyd sat back, raising his brows when Stiles smiled.<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cI have a few, like I said, which one I use will rely on how Williams behaves when he gets here,\u201d Stiles said, leaning forward to set his elbows on the desk and steepling his fingers. \u201cNothing is foolproof, which is why we need a meeting. I\u2019m not going to have you guys go in blind, but we can go over things tonight\u2014if you and and Erica are free.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cWe will be,\u201d Boyd said, standing. \u201cI assume this meeting will take place at our house.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cWe could totally go over to the old house, but it\u2019s been closed up for the last few years,\u201d Stiles said, cocking his head and frowning. \u201cThere is still power, but\u2014\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cWe\u2019ll meet at our house,\u201d Boyd ordered. \u201cNo one wants to have a meeting like this at the old house\u2014too much went wrong the last time. No need to sour the discussion before it starts.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cAgreed and thanks Boyd,\u201d Stiles said as he let out a heavy breath. \u201cTell Erica the same. I\u2019ll pick up some dinner from Lana\u2019s. If Erica wan\u2019t something other than her usual, have her text me.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cI doubt it, but I\u2019ll tell her,\u201d Boyd said, tipping his cup towards Stiles before slipping from the room.<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cWell, fuck.\u201d Stiles rested his head against the desk, briefly contemplating an impromptu vacation.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n***<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cNow you want me to leave town?\u201d Derek pulled the phone away from his ear to stare at it incredulously. He switched over to speaker as he moved around his hotel room. \u201cYou were loudly insistent that I ignore Finstock and keep poking around just the other day. What changed?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cJedidiah Williams will be hitting Beacon Hills with all the fury of the Williams family behind him in just a matter of hours\u2014thirty-six, if Chris is right and he usually is. I want you out of their as soon as you can get packed,\u201d Peter ordered. Derek could hear Peter\u2019s footsteps echoing on the wood floors as he paced on the other end of the phone.<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cSo what, just leave town?\u201d Derek shook his head, setting the phone on the rickety hotel table. \u201cAre you sure about this, the prelim report I managed to get is saying no foul play. It\u2019s looking like a heart attack.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cI\u2019ve got someone getting me some samples to verify that, but we both know Jonah Williams was murdered. If we know that, you can be sure that his brother\u2014his twin brother and hunting partner\u2014isn\u2019t going to believe that report. So yes, I want you out of there. With hunters coming in looking for someone to blame and you sitting there alone with the Hale name painting a target on your back\u2014who do you think they\u2019ll go after first?\u201d Peter clarified, something cracking on the other end of the line as Peter pounded his fist against it.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cYou do remember that there is another pack here? If Williams comes in guns blazing, they\u2019re likely to get caught in the crossfire\u2014if he doesn\u2019t purposely go for them. You know the council would see him as justified considering they are a pack without an alpha. They\u2019d probably sanction it.\u201d Derek sat on the edge of the bed and glared at the wall above the table.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cThey aren\u2019t my concern\u2014or yours,\u201d Peter replied, words bitten off, and Derek got the feeling that his Uncle would be shaking him if they were in physical range. \u201cYou are my concern. I\u2019m not leaving you in that town on your own when its about to be inundated with hunters just primed for a target.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cUncle Peter\u2014\u201d Derek curled his fingers into fists, his temper rising.<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cI don\u2019t care. You can be furious with me, just get out of there. We can investigate the case after Beacon Hills cools down. I doubt Williams or his compatriots is going to have any better luck than we have tracking down our culprit.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cMaybe not, but a lot of innocent people could get killed while they are looking,\u201d Derek replied; Stiles\u2019 brown eyes flashed in his mind briefly. \u201cI can\u2019t just disappear without giving the local pack some warning. Let them know to get out of town for a while if they can.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cFine. Fine. Do what you think you have to, but I want you on the road in the next couple of hours.\u201d Peter sighed, his chair groaning as he sat. He continued in a softer tone, \u201cPlease Derek, don\u2019t make me have to investigate your disappearance or murder because you were too stubborn to leave when the bullets fly. Don\u2019t make me bury you, nephew.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cI\u2019ll be fine Uncle Peter,\u201d Derek replied, standing and picking up his phone. \u201cYou and Chris both trained me, I know how to be stealthy and go for the kill when I have to.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cYou\u2014\u201d Peter blew out a breath. \u201cFine, call me when you\u2019re on the road. Take care of yourself Derek. I mean it.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\nDerek heard Peter shouting for Chris seconds before the call ended. He pitied the retired hunter, dealing with whatever Peter was about to throw at him. Peter didn\u2019t like feeling things, he wanted to pretend he was a hardhearted asshole. Derek might have specific issues with the man, but he knew better than that.<\/span><\/p>\nHe took a deep breath and decided that driving by Stiles\u2019 bakery would probably be his best bet. They\u2019d exchanged phone numbers, but Derek had refused to call him after leaving the other night. He knew if he did, they would end up in bed together again, or worse, Derek might give in to his impulse to ask the man on a date. Despite what certain family members thought, Derek didn\u2019t try to set himself up for relationship failure.<\/span><\/p>\nHe shrugged into his leather jacket and grabbed his keys as he headed to the door. He definitely <\/span>didn\u2019t<\/span><\/i> check how he looked in the mirror over the vanity sink outside the bathroom.<\/span><\/p>\nDerek contemplated what he would say as he drove the short distance to Better Off Bread. He still hadn\u2019t decided when he parked and headed towards the door. He stepped back to allow Detective Boyd to leave, coffee cup in hand.<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cHale.\u201d Boyd nodded at the shop. \u201cCome for some coffee, or some <\/span>company<\/span><\/i>?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cWhat?\u201d Derek stared at the man, watching as a corner of his mouth turned up in a smirk.<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cNothing,\u201d Boyd continued to smirk at him as he took a drink. \u201cYou know that Stiles is one of my friends\u2014family, I would say.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cI figured he didn\u2019t deliver baked goods to just anyone,\u201d Derek said, referring to when he met Stiles again the other night.<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cOh that?\u201d Boyd shook his head. \u201cHis dad was sheriff a few years back. Stiles has a soft spot for the department here in Beacon Hills. The way he tells it, he practically lived there as a kid.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cHuh,\u201d Derek hummed. He didn\u2019t know what to do with that information or why Boyd was suddenly acting so friendly. When the detective had stopped by the other day with case information, he\u2019d been entirely professional. Derek got the impression that the other man was utterly indifferent to him. \u201cThat\u2019s nice.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cMaybe, maybe not,\u201d Boyd said, taking another drink before tossing his cup in the recycle bin next to the old-fashioned lamppost. \u201cHe\u2019s important to a lot of people around here. This shop keeps him busy, and he doesn\u2019t need trouble.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cAre you\u2014\u201d Derek stared at the man, ignoring how his arms strained his shirt when Boyd crossed his arms and raised a brow in Derek’s direction. Derek ran back over their previous interactions and was positive about his conclusion\u2014even if he couldn’t believe it. \u201cAre you giving me a shovel talk?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cNot at all,\u201d Boyd replied, smirking again as his eyes flashed. \u201cJust letting you know that Stiles might not have a lot of time to be your weekend lover, if that\u2019s all your interested in.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cYou\u2019re part of the pack,\u201d Derek said, taking in a subtle scenting breath. Coffee and pastries overpowered the wolf’s scent unless he delved into the underlying scents of the area and looked for it. That didn\u2019t explain why he hadn\u2019t noticed the last two times they\u2019d met. \u201cHow many of you are there?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cEnough,\u201d Boyd said dryly, slipping a braided band over his wrist. Derek hadn\u2019t even noticed him taking it off. \u201cStiles is special; be careful with him.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cAww, thank you Vernon, but I think he\u2019s an adult not fragile china. That means he gets to choose whatever trouble he wants,\u201d Stiles interrupted from the door. \u201cHello Derek, wasn\u2019t sure I would see <\/span>you<\/span><\/i> again. You ran out like your tail was on fire.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cDon\u2019t call me Vernon,\u201d Boyd sighed, turning to the door. \u201cIf he\u2019s going to be coming and going, he\u2019s going to need to know some things. Just my opinion.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cI get that, but you don\u2019t get to decide on your own. Also, I doubt that Derek plans to hang around Beacon Hills long.\u201d Stiles grinned at Derek before turning his attention back to Boyd. \u201cI\u2019ll see you guys tonight. Don\u2019t forget to have Erica tell me if she wants something other than the meatloaf.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cShe lives for the meatloaf,\u201d Boyd replied evenly. \u201cJust remember mashed potatoes and fries\u2014\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cGravy over everything. Yes I know. We\u2019ve been friends for well over a decade now, I\u2019m not going to forget. Besides, I\u2019ll just tell Lon that it\u2019s for his favorite death doctor and he won\u2019t even let me order anything else.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cShe hates when you call it that,\u201d Boyd sighed, looking to the sky.<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cI know, now get out of here. I will be by around six tonight.\u201d Stiles shooed the other man away before turning a smile on Derek. \u201cSo, are you here for coffee or something else? Because I don\u2019t close for a couple of hours yet.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\nDerek laughed despite himself; he stepped through the door Stiles held open.<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cYou know, Boyd asked me the same thing,\u201d Derek said, following Stiles as he waved him towards the counter.<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cWhat\u2019s he doing here?\u201d Isaac glared at Derek.<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cThat\u2019s what we\u2019re trying to figure out. Knock that glare down a couple of notches. Derek hasn\u2019t done anything.\u201d Stiles shook his head at his brother before turning back to Derek. \u201cDid you want coffee?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cActually I need to talk to you, probably both of you,\u201d Derek said, letting the gravity of the situation settle on him.<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cWell, we don\u2019t have any customers at the moment,\u201d Stiles said, gesturing to the shop. \u201cShoot.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cJonah Williams\u2014the dead guy from the other night\u2014he was a hunter and now his brother is on his way to Beacon Hills to exact revenge for his death,\u201d Derek said, words tumbling over one another as he tried to explain.<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cYou think we had something to do with his death?\u201d Stiles frowned, crossing his arms and leaning against the display case next to the counter.<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cNo, of course not,\u201d Derek shook his head. \u201cBut the Williams family is going to be looking for blood and even with the report reading as no foul play\u2014well, you\u2019re brother is a wolf.\u201d He looked at Isaac, then turned his attention back to Stiles. \u201cYou mentioned there were more of you in town and I just saw Boyd. They won\u2019t care whether you had anything to do with anything, they\u2019ll just kill you.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cWe know what hunters are like,\u201d Isaac said, lip curling in disgust. \u201cWe\u2019ve also managed to get by over the last decade without any help, so you can go now.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cIsaac, really,\u201d Stiles said, blowing out through his mouth. \u201cYou aren\u2019t a toddler. Stop acting like it.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cSorry,\u201d Isaac replied, not looking apologetic at all.<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cThat being said, Isaac isn\u2019t wrong,\u201d Stiles said, looking back to Derek. \u201cWe\u2019ve weathered some pretty intense hunter action here before. I think we\u2019ll be fine, but thanks for thinking about us enough to give us the warning.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cYou aren\u2019t surprised,\u201d Derek said, sweeping his gaze over the both of them. \u201cYou already knew about this.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cBoyd just let us know,\u201d Stiles said, nodding at the door. \u201cWe\u2019ll be fine. You on the other hand, have a pretty recognizable last name in certain circles. You might want to think about leaving town.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n
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