1963-06-09 - Daniel's Homecoming
Summary: After an unexpected week aboard, Daniel comes home to a new nanny, a new leg, and perhaps a new lease on life. Peggy remembers why she fell in love.
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Theme Song: None
sousa peggy 


International emergency trips are never fun and they're terribly exhausting…add coming home to find out that their house was (possibly) invaded by a drunk man risen from the dead and now they have to get a new nanny? Sousa was -not- in the mood to deal with that the morning of his return. After checking in at work, he made sure to take a cab to the Stark manse and give Howard a large piece of his mind.

That trip ended up in him not returning to the office, but rather going home. The new (surprise!) nanny was dismissed for the afternoon without much conversation, and Daniel, instead, spent the rest of the time with Mickey.

It's been 'Beauty Salon' time before dinner…either that or he's really cracked up as he has a few of his daughter's barrettes in his hair as he stands at the stove, making dinner. Mickey has been helping by carefully setting the table and making sure that her dolls have their pretend dinner before the real one is at the table.

*

Peggy didn't always make it home for dinner, but she tried. Especially when she hasn't seen her husband for over a week, there had been apparently some confrontation with Howard, and she's been exhausted from doing over time work, full time mom, and nanny hunting for the whole time alone. So, short of a nuclear launch, she was making it home tonight. That means, before dinner is even on the table, the sound of Peggy's Aston Martin coming up the driveway and the garage can be heard a moment later. Within a minute, the side door from the garage is opening and her high heels echo in a quite click on the linoelium.

Of course, even the sound of her car is enough to illict a wild, "Mum! Mum's home!" From Mickey, the ball of dark, curly haired energy running from table to the side door. Peggy smiles the moment she sees her daughter, immediately scooping her up against her hip and peppering that scrunched face with kisses. "Hullo my darling. Did you save some dinner for me? Your father's home, yes?" A few more kisses as she carries herself and her daughter into the kitchen filled with the smells of Daniel's cooking. Her stomach audibly growls. She doesn't really remember when she ate today and her body reminds her of it.

A wide smile blossoms on her own tired features the moment she sees him. She puts Kay down and kisses her one last time, "Go wash up. Go!" A quick swat on the behind to get that energetic little girl dashing for the bathroom, and then Peggy is at Daniel's side. She reaches up and, wordless, tugs him away from the stove and into a kiss which is as insistant and passionate as their first. She's missed him.

*

It's actually 'comfort' food that Daniel's making…a 'Cozido' (stew) with pork. He doesn't often cook 'homestyle', but something seems to be on his mind even as he lets Mickey run off to greet her mother. The girl wraps her arms around her mother's neck and answers, "He is! He brought chocolate for after dinner! He sent the new Georgie home." Once she's told to wash up, she runs off to the bathroom to wash her hands, leaving the two alone in the kitchen for a moment.

There's a moment of imbalance as he's pulled away from the stove, but he catches himself on Peggy's arm and returns the eager kiss. "I missed you too," is offered, perhaps reading her unspoken comment in her kiss. A hand reaches out to caress her cheek and neck before he glances back at the food, "Dinner's almost done…" is he still a little tense?

"I think we need to talk after dinner." After their daughter is in bed.

*

The problem with being married to Peggy Carter is that she doesn't miss a damn thing. She can read humans like books, especially ones she's sleeping with. Her fingertips trail up, teasing at one of the barettes in his hair with a slightly warmer smile, "Good look on you. Pink." She teases him, but the smile doesn't reach her eyes. That's all worry now, as she feels the tension in him.

"What's wrong?" She asks softly, arm lingering around the back of his waist. The comment of after dinner muddies her smile a bit, but she doesn't quite frown yet. "Alright. After dinner. I love you." Even if they might end up fighting. It doesn't change. She kisses him again then gently lets go so she can let him finish cooking.

Then their ever-curious, far too intelligent little girl is back in the room. Peggy leans over to scoop her up into her seach and smiles, "The new Georgie's name is Victoria, dear, and she's going to stay a long time," Hopefully. "So you should remember that name. Now dinner and, if you finish everything, you can pick the book before bed." She kisses her daughter's hair again before moving back to help Daniel serve food. She's careful about not bringing things up again the whole dinner, not wanting to worry their observant daughter or spoil the first meal they've had together in weeks.

*

Two investigative agents — there's no hiding anything from each other. It's actually a good thing because they're both stubborn enough to try. Even as Peggy points out the barrettes in his hair, Daniel glances up and lifts a hand to pull them out. "Mickey's idea. I managed to talk her out of going through your makeup." This time. The barrettes are set on the counter to be returned to the girl's room before he finishes dinner.

There's the stew, some bread, and a salad…nothing terribly fancy, but should be filling and somewhat nourishing. His cooking isn't as good as others in his family but it was either learn to get better or starve as one of Peggy's talents was -not- in the kitchen. She makes a good helper though. Between the two of them the food is served and conversation is fairly light at the table. Daniel asks Mickey how her week has been and he asks Peggy how her week has been, dodging the subject of nannies and other issues to be discussed later. Mickey, of course, is eager to talk about the presents he brought back.

*

While Peggy was worried, that worry growing as dinner goes on and she contemplates exactly what could be making him quite so unhappy, she lets herself relax for a few moments and genuinely enjoy their time. Dinner is calm and happy, mostly filled with Mickey's chattering. The stories about the presents (all quite imaginative) genuinely make her grin. Then it was bath time, Daniel handling Mickey upstairs while Peggy finished the dishes. A rare story half an hour with both of them tucked on either side of the little girl in her bed, kisses good night, and it's well only 9:30 by the time Peggy and Daniel are finally alone downstairs again. Both of them tired. This was life.

Peggy looks over to him quiet, dark eyes studying him with now more concern than she'd dare let show with Mickey in the room. "Is this going to be a whiskey or tea kind of conversation?" She asks flatly, not displeased, just trying to be practical about it all. She's taken off her suit jacket now, leaving her just in that a-line skirt and silk camisole, her strong and slightly scarred arms bare against the still warm summer evening.

*

Spending family time together actually helped with Sousa's mindset some, but even the simple, rote tasks of bringing Mickey upstairs for bathtime and settling into the bed to read with her and Peggy tugged at him. But there were two things to discuss and the easier, he hoped, is brought to bear first. "I don't know about you, but I think a whiskey for me." He'd get it, himself, but he pretty much collapsed on the sofa, his hand rubbing at his eyes. It's been a long day. It's been a long -week-.

"So, what's the deal with Howard and Georgina?" Best to just start there. "I heard Howard's side."

*

Peggy lets him collapse down into the sofa, she'll be soon to join, and she walks over to the small wet bar in the corner. She pours them both whiskey, her preferred top shelf bourbon actually, and brings each glass back to the coffee table. She then sinks down into the couch next to him, close enough that their hips slightly touch and they can shift to resting legs against each other's laps if they prefer. "I'm sorry you got pulled away. I… didn't want to send you, but…" She couldn't play favourites. Ever. That's the only way this worked.

Then he's asking about Georgina and she sighs, taking a good pull of her scotch. "I came home while Georgina was watching Kay and… Howard was here. She just let him in. A random man whom she didn't know, who wasn't on the cleared list… who often smells of drink and was three sheets to the wind by the time I got home. He was sitting down here with her flirting like he was family. That was unacceptable. I suppose she didn't understand the gravity of security in this household."

*

Sousa takes a long sip of his own glass when it's brought over and just listens. He doesn't begrudge being sent…he knows how this works. He knows his job. He would never be upset that he was sent out into the field unless he had to miss their daughter's birthday or something. Then he might argue the assignment.

This couldn't he helped and he holds nothing against the assignment. It's just added to the exhaustion.

"To be fair, he -is- Howard Stark. It's like saying that she shouldn't recognize Frank Sinatra or Cary Grant." Especially since he's looking hale and healthier. "Howard swears he was 'sober as a tack' when he arrived and that Georgina was flirting with him. I'm not saying that it was wrong to dismiss her, but…what do you know about this new girl? The note she left on the refrigerator…where are her priorities?"

*

"Yes. He is Howard Stark. Who has been *dead* for over two years. So, either she let a dead man into the house which is JUST as concerning, or she didn't know who he was and let a random stranger in. And was flirting with him. Either way, it was unacceptable. She's a nice girl, I've paid her for the fill of her contract. She goes back to the school in the fall anyway. But it's done." Peggy is sometimes unmoveable, especially when it comes to their daughter's safety. Perhaps it's rash, perhaps she's overly harsh, but considering their lives, no one has really argued with her about it.

She shifts on the couch, moving her legs over, directly into his lap, so her feet are hanging off the opposite side. Perhaps they are an old married couple, their ten year anniversary just around the corner, but she still acted as young and flirtatious as those first warm days in LA. His question about the new girl makes her smile. "She's a genius. Straight up gifted with patterns and observational skills. She wants to get her PhD but no where accepted her due to her gender. She was able to figure out who I wasn and what we do before I ever really told her anything and has the upmost security minded personality I've yet encountered. She was remarkably sweet with Kay and will be able to spot threats coming. Everything in her background affirms her loyalty."

*

"She was able to figure out who you were and what we do right from the get-go?" Daniel turns to look at Peggy, not minding her closeness at all. In fact, he moves to wrap an arm about her waist as she scoots in close, "And that alone didn't raise a red flag?" He's open-minded, he's all for rewarding people for their actions and not because of what's between their legs. That said, "Are you sure that you weren't blinded, just a little, by her ambition? Because she might, oh, I don't know, remind you of someone? The very fact that she's poking her nose into business that isn't about Mickey has -me- concerned." He takes another sip of his whiskey, "Loyalty to whom? Mickey or the job at SHIELD that she's so obviously eyeing?" Or so he thinks.

*

Those words send her quiet for a moment. As he not so subtly suggests a conflict of interest, Peggy's brows both arch and her red lipped smirk just deepens. However, she doesn't interrupt. Her husband is one of the few people in the world she'll let get out an entire debate point even if she disagrees. She listens to him through and through. Even when impatient. Finally, she half laughs, "Are you accusing me of favoritism towards ambitious young women?" She huffs a bit, shaking her head and settling into the wrap of his arm as she takes another sip of her scotch. "She figured it out because I've been in the papers, she noticed the enhancements on the house, the door, the windows, and she was intelligent enough to do her research before coming. Her *ambition* is to carry on with her PhD, which I support. I simply said if she notices any patterns which might be… Concerning, for her to let me know. What is the issue if I've hired an analyst and a Nanny? Hm?"

*

"Maybe a slight bias," Daniel points out. He's mostly serious, but there's a slight twinkle in his eye but it fades after a moment. "My issue is that her ambition might be more important to her than her job. And if she's that ambitious, then we're just going to have to look for another nanny sooner rather than later. Not that I begrudge -anyone- ambition but going through nannies like disposabile cups just makes me uncomfortable." And it's a safety issue. He finishes off his glass and then actually moves to get to his feet to pour himself another. "I'll withhold further judgement until I've actually met her though." He'll try to ignore any gut feeling until after that.

The second topic, seems to weigh a lot heavier on him as he starts to bring it up. "I met with Howard today."

*

Of course, his getting up makes her tutt, as her legs need to unceremoniously leave his lap and she was just getting comfortable. There are very few people in the world around which Peggy can simply be a person, her husband being the top of the list. She dislikes any disturbance to their few relaxing hours. "Just bring the bottle over here. If we're getting sauced tonight, we're doing it from the comfort of the damn couch." She states rather firmly, still smiling to him. When he returns, her legs immediately go BACK into his lap. He's trapped now.

"…Considering he was defending his flirting, I would surmise you did indeed. How did that go?" She asks with an arched brow. She knows well that Daniel's never been a fan of her best friend, down to an argument about the man standing in their wedding.

*

Sousa hasn't been 'sauced' since the war…having only one leg means that balance is even more of an issue. That said though, he considers the request before actually bringing the bottle over and setting it on the coffee table. "I'll make you call my boss tomorrow if I'm sick with a hangover," is quipped, but again, the humor doesn't last long. Before settling back down on the sofa, he goes to get something out of the hall closet. Bringing it back, he sets it on the coffee table next to the bottle of whiskey.

It seems to be some sort of metal 'boot' with a dress shoe at the end. "He agreed that it was Georgina's fault for letting him in. I don't think he ever apologized for his flirting. Then he gave me this."

*

Dammit. Apparently, Peggy is not *getting* her foot rest back. She fully sits up instead, drawing stockinged feet back down to the low pile, comfortable carpeting that covers their entire living room. "Well, your boss might just say the whole household has come down with something. We all deserve a day." She doesn't really seem to be teasing. She'd rather stay with him that much.

Then he's coming back out with the 'boot' and the shoe. She blinks, staring slightly skeptical at the prosthetic that already looks so very different from Daniel's current piece. She reaches up, lofting it gently to see just how heavy the thing is. "…Did he say where he *got* this and when he decided to become a doctor that makes such things? That is… quite the gift. Considering he's been missing for two years and back a week…"

*

The boot weighs about ten pounds and seems simple enough…but with Stark, there's always so much more. "He made it. I think he was making it when I got there…" Daniel sits back down and pours himself another glass of the whiskey, "I don't know how he knew my measurements, but despite his many, many faults, the man -is- a genius." He can't deny that.

He takes another long drink of the whiskey before looking at the boot, "He had me try it on. It…" His words cut off as he takes in a deep breath and tries to let it out slowly and steadily. He manages it with some success…this time. "I don't know how he did it, but it felt like I had a leg again."

*

That's enough for Peggy to set her whiskey down. This conversation is more important than idle household decisions over whiskey and flirting. Peggy stares at him in genuine shock, not because she doubts it, but because she believes. She knows the genuine her best friend is. She knows the heart he has too. "Yes… he's always been too smart for his own good. I think it causes half his problem, in truth, and 90 percent of his drinking…" She mutters gently.

Then she's looking back to the boot, "If… if it genuinely works that well, why aren't you wearing it? What's the issue or… Catch? I know there are often some… defects with the things Howard makes." A slight grimace crosses her features as she considers the piece in front of them again, trying to see where the 'on' button might be, or something that would risk blowing up while he's wearing it.

*

"I guess I could see that… being a genius like that. Look at Mozart or Howard Hughes." Sousa fiddles with his glass for a moment before he finally pulls his eyes away from the boot. "I had it on for maybe thirty seconds before I had him show me how to remove it." He throws back the rest of the whiskey in his glass, "I've been without a leg for almost twenty years, Peggy. I spent over half a year in the hospital, learning how to go on with my life without it. And now there's this thing that can make me feel like it's there again?"

The glass is set down as he tries to think of an example that is relevant. "How would you feel if something you thought was dead and gone and buried for twenty years suddenly came back into your everyday life? But knowing that after spending time with them every day, at night, they'd be dead again? Until the morning…when you could make them come back alive…rinse and repeat."

*

Yes, far more important than whiskey. Peggy shifts on the couch, turning to fully face him instead of the coffee table at all. Her leg is drawn up, resting the front of her calf against the outside of his thigh. One hand slips over to linger against his knee, holding him a bit closer, wanting to just touch and support as much as she can while still remaining distant enough physically that they can look each other in the eye. Concern and heartache for him fully paints her face. For as much as she can read him, she also is awful at hiding things from him.

"Daniel…" She breathes out softly, fingertips tracing quiet circles across his thigh, "You… you don't have to use it. And… your leg.. it… It's not a person. YOU. YOU are the person. You are alive, and vibrant, and very much with me very day. I won't say I understand what it is to lose a piece of me… I know I'll never understand what you went through. But… this is a tool. That's all. A tool that can help you do your job better. Feel better. And whether you have it on, or off, you're still *Daniel*. Still my husband. Still the man I agreed to sleep next to ever night and love madly. But if it's not a tool you are comfortable with… then no. Your comfort is more important than a tool."

*

Sousa manages to look over at Peggy at the touch, "I know…I know that it's not me…" he starts but then has to look away, a hand drawing across his mouth as he tries to steady the rush of emotions. They were let go so long ago and he's been able to accept and move on, but thirty seconds of sensation and all of sudden there are far too many possibilities. "Michaela…" he starts but that's also where he loses control. Both hands now press against his mouth and nose, almost in a gesture of prayer even as he closes his eyes and takes a ragged breath, trying to regain some composure.

*

And then even talking doesn't really matter. It's just about comfort. Support. Love. Peggy leans over, tugging him tight against her. She's not going to let him cry and try to center on his own, not when she's right there. In the past, he's been the one to lecture her that she needs to lean on him, to cry, to let go sometimes. Now it's her turn to do the same. She wraps him tight in her arms, tugging him against her chest, "…Daniel… don't fight it. This is… remarkable. And life altering. Just… just let go. I'm here. We'll figure it out." She whispers into his hair. "And Michaela is going to love you if you have two legs, one, three heads, four feet or an alien on your back. You're her father. You're her hero. It doesn't matter to her what you do here. This is about you."

*

He almost managed to hold himself in, but Peggy's pull to embrace him just breaks the last of those barriers. He didn't think he had any of this left, not after nineteen years. He thought that he had it all under control…even when their precocious daughter asked why her Daddy was different from the others…why he couldn't get down on the floor and play with her (easily)…he could handle it. Because it was something he prepared for.

This was a complete surprise.

He holds onto Peggy tightly, but the sobs don't last long. They never do. It's a wave of emotion and then he's able to gain control and work through it. It's not that it's pushed down, but it's out and it's time to move on. He pulls back some so that he can finally look at his wife, his hands quickly reaching up to scrub at his face again. The exhaustion from the week and travel isn't helping this either. He actually does disagree at her last statement, "This isn't about me. I'm being selfish. This is about you and Mickey. Damn Howard and his brilliance…" Daniel reaches out to grab the boot from the table, "I owe you at least one dance…and a proposal down on one knee, I think."

*

"…Daniel…" Peggy breathes out again, the protest broached in her voice already, heartache and shock behind her words. No one likes to see the person they love cry. She presses a few more kisses against his temple, nose buried there, into his hair. She could hold him all night like this even as he pulls back within minutes gathering himself. It makes her ache even more to see the redness around his eyes, muddled further by exhaustion. She's about to shake her head when he starts speaking again.

"…No. Daniel. It's… it's not just about us. It's about *all* of us. If you want to do this… make this decision, you have to be happy too. I love you and she'll love you no matter what…" But now it's Peggy's throat that is getting a bit tight. She did love to dance, and they occasionally stumbled along at it, but there were things she'd just given up (happily) do be with Daniel. She laugh faintly, "You… you don't have to… your proposal was perfect…"

*

Sousa holds the boot in his hands for a moment, "We'll try it. I've been through this before and if it's too much, I'll take it off. I know how to deal with the sensations…how to get rid of them…" thanks to all that physical therapy in the hospital, "And if it blows up, we'll sue Howard for damages." Because it's still all his fault. It was a good 'I'm sorry' gift though, he hates to admit. "I can't promise my dancing will still be any good, but maybe it'll be better than just standing and slightly swaying from side to side." He knows she used to love dancing and he always enjoyed when she danced with other men. It -was- a twinge of regret that he couldn't properly dance with her, but now, maybe he can do a slightly better job.

"We're almost at ten years. Maybe we need a vow renewal…so I can propose to you again." Even though she says it was perfect, he knew it wasn't. He knows what she's sacrificed.

They're both tired, it's late, and it's been an emotional evening, but he's not ready for it to be over yet. He goes to hand the boot to Peggy so that he can roll up his pants leg and remove his current prosthetic.

*

A faint, strained voice laugh comes at his commentary about if it blows up they'll sue. More likely Peggy might finally kill Howard, but she doesn't actually see any explosive parts on this piece, so she's not too worried. "Alright… alright…" She takes the prosthethic, examining it thoughtfully as he moves to pull off the hospital made, solid but clunky leg. It did look remarkably smooth, and the knee joint seemed far more manuverable than what he had now.

"…Ten years…" Peggy exhales after a second, actually doing the math. And he was right. It'd be 10 years in August. Her eyes widen a touch, "I…hadn't even realized. Crikey…" She smiles back to him gently, handing the leg over as he's finished removing his old one. "It's been a damn good ten years."

*

Sousa takes the leg and is able to offer a smile to Peggy, "It has been, hasn't it?" He has absolutely no complaints. "Do you want to do something for it? Go on a vacation? Have a party? Your choice. Another wedding?" He was semi-serious about the vow renewal.

The Stark-made prosthetic is then slipped on as if like a boot (as Howard instructed before), and there's a quiet 'whizzing' sound of metal on metal as the boot expands to be a full leg, complete with kneecap. There's more of that machinery sound as the top of the leg conforms to his stump, parts glowing and clicking into place.

It's the same sensation as before, as if his leg was back, attached to him…even though he knows that it's not.

"Maybe I shouldn't have had those two glasses of whiskey," is offered as he reaches for his crutch to stand. He didn't even get this far with Stark. "No explosions yet…" is offered as he gets to his feet, still leaning heavily on the crutch that he's so used to. He stadies himself for a moment before he reaches out to Peggy, "You'll catch me if I fall, right?" even as he tries to balance his weight on the new prosthetic leg. Just like moving from one foot to the other.

*

"Always." Peggy's responds to the question of falling. They'd said those words to each other before. Hell, one particularly bad night in 1951, she was the first one to say it. To ask him. To ask if she could be vunerable, if he'd be there, still respect her in the morning, when she needed him the most. And he made that promise. She makes it without hesitation now, standing smoothly from the couch and reaching both her hands out to him. "No crutch. Come now. I'm right here." She whispers those words, voice hushed against the strange, odd pound of her heart in her throat. Her hands remain open for him.

She'll help him up off the couch as much as he needs, but once he's fully standing, she just lingers there. So close, but not carrying him. She is just there incase something goes wrong, but she has confidence he can do it. "How…how does it feel?"

*

Sousa stands, his arms out slightly from his body for balance…something he was taught so many years ago, but now there's that feeling back of -weight- on his left side. The feeling that there is somethng there that will support him. Something that almost, but not quite, is a part of him. "Normal," is the answer he finally comes up with. Not the normal of the last twenty years, but the 'normal' of before. It's overwhelming, really, and he can't help but give a completely inappropriate laugh. He quickly covers his mouth and glances towards the stairs, but no patter of little feet yet. "I feel like that time when we helped Mickey take her first steps…" He reaches out to grasp Peggy's hands so that he can use her to steady himself as he takes his first steps without a crutch in almost two decades.

*

There's a few quick blinks from Peggy, against sudden moisture in her eyes. She keeps telling herself she's not going to cry, but she probably isn't going to be able to fight it. She's never actually seen him walk without crutches. It happened before they ever met. She takes in slightly shaky breath against that tightness in her throat. "Oh…I…I promise you are much more graceful. I won't tell Mickey." She offers, her voice lightly teasing and brushed with tears at the same moment. She takes that single hand, letting him use her as much as he pleases, but it's all him as he walks out into the room. A tear does streak down her cheek, unbidden, as she watches him. "Daniel… You're walking. It…it's actually working…"

*

"I wouldn't bet on that," being more graceful than a baby beginning to toddle on their own. Daniel does grip Peggy's hand tightly as he takes painfully slow steps forward. The prosthetic responds as a knee and ankle would; there's still a limp, but it's far less pronounced. He lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding and takes in another, letting it out slowly. "And it hasn't exploded yet…" and he's only half-joking about that. He takes a couple more steps before he slowly lowers himself to one knee…the good knee taking the brunt of his weight. One hand has to go down to help brace himself on the floor, but he keeps his other holding onto Peggy's still.

"Peggy Carter…never in my wildest dreams did I imagine that I would meet a woman like you and that you would choose me, out of all the other men in the world, to be your husband." It's not exactly a proposal as they're in the middle of their living room and nearly and there's no ring, "But will you stay married to me for better or worse, richer or poorer, and all that other stuff from our wedding that I sort of forgot…" his mind wasn't really on the vows.

Seems he was serious about that proper proposal.

*

As he is about to go down, Peggy's eyes go wide, thinking maybe something is wrong. She jerks over, reaching to catch him though she stops just before she does, having realized his plan. She chokes out another little, happy laugh, a few other tears following that initial streak down her cheek as she watches him ramble through things he mostly forgot but wanted to say. She nods, mute and shocked, completely overwhelmed for once.

It's rare that ANYONE can leave Peggy Carter speechless, but he's managed it. It's a good handful of moments before she realizes she's probably supposed to speak. "Oh…God, Daniel. Yes… of course, yes. For ten, twenty… a hundred years more. Yes. I love you. Madly, completely… Forever." Then she's leaning over, half dragging him back up to both his feet. If he leans against her, that's fine, because she's ready for it and she's kissing him quite deeper than she did even before.

They better hope Kay doesn't wake up, because Peggy's peeling his jacket off of him and eager hands are happy to soon free him of the rest of his clothing. To celebrate their new reunion.

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