I watched the sun rise that morning, studying the way the rays began to glimmer off the water as it rose higher in the sky. I glanced back towards the castle almost obsessively every few minutes, my stomach in knots. Half of me was expecting to turn and see it burning to the ground, the other half of me anticipated a dark and daunting figure in the distance. Mostly, I was too terrified that Adam and Lumiere would not be leaving the castle alive, and tried not to stop my mind from wandering to such dark places. But I'd been waiting a very long time and was beginning to assume the worst.
When I finally did hear the slow shuffle of soft footprints in the woods behind me, I braced myself for the cold possessive touch of Gaston.
The figure stilled but I could not bear to turn as I stiffened against the rock, pulling my knees closer.
"God, I'd hoped I'd find you here," the tone of his soft and tired voice wrapped me with a comfort I'd never imagined or expected to find in him.
Every inch of my body relaxed as I turned, unable to contain my relief, and above all my joy. True joy at seeing him alive and well, and here. Here for me.
I stood, throwing myself at him without thought. "You're alive. You're well," I breathed. I felt him stiffen beneath me and let out a small groan, but wrap me in his arms nonetheless, his chin finding the top of my head as I folded into him.
I felt him grasp my head tightly, fisting my hair and breathing me in. I sighed, pulling away to take him in.
I cupped his cheek gently as I gazed at him. He looked like hell. His shirt was torn, he was cut and bruised—more beast than man—but from what I could see his injuries were superficial aside from a foul looking gash on his arm. My relief grew as I met his tired eyes.
"I'm fine, Belle," his eyes never left me, wandering my form, devouring every inch of me. It was as if he was expecting me to disappear at any moment.
"What took you so long?" I asked, worried. I glanced around instinctively.
Adam sighed, looking completely exhausted. "Lumiere was hurt. I had to attend to him and get help. I sent for the staff to return. Christine and Mrs. Potts have tended to him and I have been assured that he will be fine," his expression turned haunted.
"I then had to take care of a few things within the castle that I did not wish to leave in my home longer than absolutely necessary," his tone was grave. "I felt it best not to come for you until then."
I remembered the size of Gaston's following and the flourish of men within the castle and wondered how on earth he had been victorious. "How did you do it?" My voice was a mixture of awe and fear.
"Long story, love. I'm sure Lumiere would be happy to fill you in on the details of it tomorrow if you would like to come inside and clean up and rest. I remember little," he paused, his expression pained. "After that you can be on your way. No one will try to stop you," he paused, his hand brushing my cheek as his eyes held mine, crinkled at the edges with intent and concern. "You're no longer my prisoner, but my guest."
I saddened though I did not know why. "I think we have much to talk about."
He nodded, slipping his arm around and setting it on my back protectively as he led us to the castle, yet I found that I was the one steadying him.
I tried to avoid examining the destruction within the castle too much as I helped Adam up to his room. I noticed that some of it had already been cleared away and I was spared from the sight of any bodies, though blood was left in their wake. It was then that I realized what the things were he had to take care of before I stepped inside, even before he was truly sure I'd ever be coming back here again. Even when he was convinced I wouldn't be.
The mutt that Adam had seemingly adopted followed us down the hallway, barking with too much enthusiasm, but I smiled softly at the realization that he was okay before shutting the door on him as I helped Adam to his room, giving us some privacy. The mutt whined once outside the door before taking off down the hall at a sprint. I wished I had his energy.
"Beast," Adam mumbled softly, a small smile playing on his lips as he glanced towards the door and I helped him sit on the bed.
He sat carefully, wincing slightly and I moved to the washroom to grab a bowl of hot water and a towel.
When I returned he was watching me carefully, staring at me with such intensity as I rung the cloth of water that it made me uncomfortable and self-conscious at the same time.
I tried to ignore his gaze as I reached up, wiping the blood and dirt from his face and hair before moving to his neck.
"I can't," he said simply. I met his gaze, steady and full of so much emotion I had to glance away. The ruggedness of his appearance from the battle somehow made him even more handsome but so did the way he looked at me, no anger or possessiveness in his gaze, just a mixture of fear and awe and adoration, and a strange sadness that I'd never quite seen before.
I reached for his jacket, pushing it off his shoulders. "Let's get you cleaned up."
I began working the buttons of his shirt and he let me.
I helped him out of the remainder of his clothing and into the tub, where I sat beside him and ran the soap through his hair, rubbing off the dirt and blood and examining a few very deep and dark bruises on his torso. He hissed as I slid a cloth across one and I winced.
"Sorry," I mumbled.
He lifted one of the hands he'd been bracing himself against the tub with and cupped the side of my face, running a hand through my curls slowly.
"You look exhausted," he whispered.
"No more than anyone else," I glanced down, continuing my ministrations against his skin.
Adam reached down, grabbing my hand gently to stop me, and lifting my chin so I was forced to meet his gaze. I flinched a little involuntarily, not expecting the contact and tensing at it. Remembering the way another hand had gripped my chin.
"You are wounded," he said hoarsely, his eyes searching and piercing mine almost desperately. "In a way I have not seen before."
"You have seen me wounded in every way," I said simply, almost bitterly, but stopped myself when I realized my heart was not in it.
His brows creased. We were both silent for a long moment, the unspoken hanging between us.
"My father passed away. You know this," I said at last. I was sure he had heard. "Of course I am sad. I loved him deeply and he was all I had left…without him, my home contains nothing for me. There is nothing left for me there." I paused, thinking of the funeral with sadness, of his last moments, but couldn't stop myself from remembering all that had followed. "Nothing at all. I just…" I trailed off.
"You know I am sorry for the loss you've suffered," Adam said at last, sitting up slightly and wincing. He leaned towards me. "But I've seen your loss. This is something more." I stiffened.
"Let's dry you off," I said quietly, offering him a small smile and my hand. After a moment he hesitantly took it and the towel I offered him. When he was dry and wearing a pair of his soft night pants, the bruises on his torso somehow brighter against his cleansed skin, he grabbed my hand pulling me towards his bed.
He sat down on it, leaning against the headboard and beckoned me to sit with him. I instantly stiffened again and he frowned.
"We need to talk," he assured me gently, allowing me to make the choice. I sat hesitantly beside him. He didn't touch me or even attempt to.
I regarded at him carefully.
"Why did you come back?" he asked at last. He folded his hands in front of him, attempting to convey an air of nonchalance, but his posture gave away his unease.
I blinked, not expecting the question.
"You were all in danger. I had to." I said simply.
"Had to," he repeated quietly, glancing past me.
"How did you know?"
The air around us was so tense I felt like I was being suffocated by it.
"Gaston," I said at last. His name was lead on my tongue.
"You killed him?" I asked, already knowing the answer.
He nodded, not with satisfaction or displeasure.
Adam inched towards me, clearly against the will of his body, his eyes crinkling slightly with pain he was trying to disguise.
"You're in so much pain," I whispered.
"I've never hid it as well as you," he brushed my hair from my face, a familiar gesture. I didn't pull away.
A long silence fell between us, and I let my head fall to his shoulder, reaching down and toying with his fingers, brushing them absentmindedly with mine.
"Gaston said enough to me for me to guess at what he did to you," he said at last, opening up the conversation to the topic I'd most feared. His expression was tormented when I met it with shock and shame.
"I am so sorry," he whispered. The weight of his words resonated with me. His own sins echoed those of Gaston's, and he saw their aftermath so clearly now.
I felt my eyes begin to burn. "He did nothing to me that you haven't done yourself." Adam winced, drawing back like a wounded hound.
"And he did nothing that I did not allow to happen." I curled in on myself, the weight of the guilt I was feeling crushing me. He was silent for a long moment.
"Belle," Adam pleaded. "Tell me. Please."
I shook my head, wincing, wanting to pretend it hadn't happened at all.
He cupped my head firmly, forcing me to meet his gaze.
"I can't understand your pain, if you won't share it with me," he pleaded, his eyes wild and desperate.
I took a long steady breath, and finally I relented. I explained what happened since I had left the best I knew how and the best I could manage. From my father's death to the moment I pulled myself up off the floor in an attempt to help them all before it was all too late.
My cheeks were damp when I stopped talking and Adam was staring at me but I couldn't look at him. I hid behind my tangled hair, staring intently at the bed sheets.
"May I hold you?" He asked, his voice rough.
I nodded and he pulled me against him, ignoring the clear pain he must have felt when I leaned against his torso. He wrapped his arms around me from behind as I let out a quiet sob.
"What you did," he whispered against me, kissing my ear softly. "Saved our lives," He squeezed me tightly and breathed in deeply.
"I let him," I choked, fisting at his hand so tightly I thought I might break it.
"No," he whispered passionately, kissing the back of my neck with reassurance. "No, you didn't let him. You should have never been put in that situation. Gaston knew exactly what he was doing, and had you refused—I am entirely sure the outcome would have been very much the same and you would have been hurt far worse."
"I'm not sure I can hurt any worse," I admitted, feeling fresh tears spill over, bringing my knees up in an attempt to curl in on myself.
"You are so brave," Adam breathed into my ear, warming it with his breath and causing me to shiver. "I hate him for doing that to you, but I know that I have done worse," I sobbed at his words. "But he will never hurt you again. I will never hurt you again. No one ever will I if I have anything to do with it."
I hesitated at his words, but somehow knew that they were full of truth. My greatest threat and my greatest protector.
"I don't want to hurt anymore, Adam," I choked, curling into him.
"I don't want that either," he breathed against me.
He ran his fingers through my hair soothingly. "Stay with me, Belle," his voice was pleading. I stiffened at the words, expecting them but shocked by them all at once. "Let me keep you safe, and give you everything you could ever want," his tone was desperate and almost frantic. "I never want to lose you again. I don't think I could survive it. I'll never forgive myself for what I've done to you, but I love you," his words were so feeble, like he was terrified to speak them but my heart stopped when they escaped his lips. I glanced up at him in shock through my tears.
"I love you in a way I haven't loved anyone in a long time. Only love can drive a man as mad as you have made me. As crazy as I have been since knowing you," I sobbed through a small smile at him. "I've never been in love before but I've seen it. It's untamed and senseless and can bring out the very best and worst in people, which I believe is what you've done for me. But I've decided to keep the good. The good I haven't seen in myself in a very long time, Belle."
"I have no right to ask but I'm asking anyways," his eyes were wide with hope. I'd never seen him look more like a little boy than in that moment. "Stay with me?"
I met his gaze and he reached down, wiping the tears from my cheeks with a terrified glance. I was seeing so much of him that I had never seen, and yet I still wondered if it was enough.
"I want to believe everything you're telling me," I said quietly, my voice rough. "I just don't know if it's enough," I added softly.
He nodded stiffly. "I understand."
"How do I know I can trust you?"
His expression was haunted as he gazed past me into the distance. "I'm trying to be…better for you, Belle. I have a long way to go; I know it better than anyone. There is a side of me comes from a place that is hard for me to forget even now. You've done so much to bring me out of that darkness," he paused, his eyes searching mine. "Don't leave me now, when I'm so close to the light."
The strangeness of the moment hung between us, a moment where I held absolute power in our relationship—the power to destroy him, or to bring him peace. Power I'd never possessed before.
My heart broke at his words. "I need some time. I need to think."
His face fell, but he nodded.
After a bath and a long nap during which Adam worked on getting the castle back in order, I took off in search of Lumiere. Adam had assured me he was fine, but I needed to see for myself.
When I found his room, I pushed the door open hesitantly with a light knock. Christine was at his bedside reading to him as he laid back, eyes closed with a slight smile that told me he was awake. His arm was pulled into a sling and wrapped up tightly, his head also bandaged, but he didn't look too much worse than Adam had when I'd found him, though I'd been told his wounds had been more serious and required bed rest and constant care.
I glanced around the room as Christine looked up, startled. I noticed that it was almost like any other guest room in the castle, and that Adam had in fact been treating his small staff better than the servants I'd seen treated most anywhere else. The realization made me smile before I comprehended how odd it probably was that I had come here to his quarters.
"Forgive me," I said softly as Lumiere opened his eyes and his face lit up. "I just wanted to see how he was doing."
"Just fine," he assured me quietly, attempting to sit up a bit. Christine moved to help him and he nodded for me to come in.
"I'll go get some new bandages," she nodded and smiled at me as she left the room. I stepped in hesitantly.
"Oh sit down, Belle," he chuckled softly, motioning to the seat Christine had just vacated.
I smiled. "She seems to be doing a good job taking care of you," I noted lightly as I took a seat.
"Couldn't ask for a better nurse."
"I'm so glad you are well," I said sincerely, glancing at his bandages.
"I will be," he nodded, his expression sobering slightly.
I started a light conversation and Lumiere and we passed the time in small talk. He told me the story of how he and Adam had cleared the castle the night before in quite the heroic state, with humor and excitement, making himself sound like a gallant knight. I laughed at the tale as he recounted the wa yAdam had completely decapitated Gaston, and the sight of his head rolling down the stairs paired with a disheveled and enraged Adam standing at the top had been enough to run the remainder of his men off. I humored him, but the tale left a sick feeling in my stomach. This wasn't a fairytale or a story I had read, this was my life now.
"How is Mrs. Potts?" I asked after a few moments.
"She is well, been running herself mad around the castle trying to help get things back in order." I smiled
"I wanted to thank you," I added after a moment, glancing out the window as I spoke. "For everything you did to keep me safe. To keep Adam safe…everyone," I added.
"There is nothing to thank me for."
"We'd all be dead without you."
"I could same the same about you, dear Belle," the echo of Gaston's words surrounded us; words I knew Gaston had heard and understand the night before. But like the gentleman I'd always known him to be, he did not breach the subject that we both knew was unmentionable.
"I don't know where we'd be at all if not for you, and I do not just mean because of last night, he continued softly. "We are all very happy to see you back in the castle."
I smiled gently, glancing down at my hands which were bunched together.
"I understand your hesitation, my dear," he added in an understanding tone. "I've been here through it all, and I've seen what you've gone through," I curled in on myself awkwardly, avoiding his gaze. "I've also seen what you have done for Adam, how you've changed him and tamed him remarkably," he whispered in awe. "It doesn't replace or excuse the way he has destroyed you," he paused, sadness lacing his voice.
"Truthfully, my dear. I am scared to see what would become of him if he were to lose you forever," he let his words hang around us for a moment before he continued. "I don't know if the two of you will ever be whole again. Perhaps it is enough to be broken together."
"The wrong you have suffered here will never be unwritten, Belle. But you've become so much to us—the Madame of this household. You are as much my family as anyone here. I don't know what family, if any, you have waiting for you, but I hope they love you as much as we have come to. This has become a home to you, Belle, and I do not think it will ever be the same if you choose to leave it; but the choices you have to make are entirely yours, and I know they are anything but easy. Adam has changed you into someone that belongs here, and like the rest of us, I do not know if you can ever belong anywhere else again. I pray you find the answers you are looking for and make the choices that are best for you, dear."
I listened to him quietly, biting my lip as his words both stung and rung true. I glanced up, nodding at him with burning eyes.
"You've been a true friend," I said at last, letting him know there was still so much I had to consider.
Lumiere smiled warmly at me. "He has agreed to allow Christine and I to marry, you know. Did he tell you that?" He was beaming despite his clear pain and exhaustion.
"No," I smiled back brightly, my spirits lifting significantly for the couple. "When?"
"As soon as I am well enough. He's already hired people to begin the clean-up and decoration of the castle. I'd never expected that. I'd have been happy marrying her under a tree in the backyard if only with his permission, but he has insisted on having it for us in the castle."
"That's wonderful," I smiled at him, shocked myself as I remembered the way he used to treat his staff with formality. "I am so happy for you two."
Lumiere nodded, his eyes wondering my distant expression. "He is a good man, Belle, not in every way, but in some, and I hope to see you at my wedding."
I chewed on my lip. "Maybe you will."
I don't know why I stayed that night, or the next. I told myself it was because Lumiere had been right, that I truly had nowhere else to go. Or because I had no one left that cared about me who didn't remain within the castle. Perhaps because I felt a sense of safety and comfort and belonging there. But it was a combination of these things as well as a yearning I had to be near Adam that I was unable to fight.
I was finally a free woman, one that could come and go at her will, and I had nowhere to go. I was a guest in a place that had once been my prison and somehow become my home along the way. Adam had given me space; too much space. I couldn't find him most days and got the impression that he was afraid to come near me, afraid that he might scare me off. I guess neither of us knew where to go from here.
I'd stayed with him in his room, feeling empty as I stared at the guest room he'd offered me in order to give me some space and time to think. I felt hollow that far from him and knew I'd be unable to sleep. He had made me that way, and as much as I knew I should not want to be near him, I couldn't help that I did. Could not understand it myself. Still, most nights he came to bed long after I'd drifted off to sleep, and rose early in the morning to resume work and preparations for the wedding.
By the time the wedding came around I'd started to miss him with an intensity I could hardly understand. The castle was bustling and decorated head to toe for the event. I lit up as I wandered the corridor to my room to dress for the event. Decorations hung in every corner and everyone I passed in the hallway was gleaming with joy.
As I looked through the wardrobe that remained for me, I found it difficult to decide on a dress to wear. My gaze lingered on a deep turquoise gown I'd never had the chance to wear but it was also pulled towards an elegant yellow gown that I'd last worn on a night which had brought me much joy. The last night I had truly felt a sense of peace, of hope, for the direction in which Adam and I were headed and the path we'd been on. In the end, I pulled that one out and had Mrs. Potts help me squeeze into it. As I stared at myself in the dress, I couldn't bring myself to take it off again, and so it was decided.
Mrs. Potts helped me style my hair. I told her to do whatever she thought would work, and when I glanced up from the material I'd been toying with I saw that she had arranged and fixed my curls artfully around my face. I rarely wore my hair down, letting it fall around me like this, but as I glanced at the way it framed my face and danced along the hem of my dress and collar bones, I decided she had chosen correctly. I smiled at her, playing with a soft curl that bounced along the side of my cheek as Mrs. Potts brushed another back out of the way.
"Thank you," I smiled at her. She nodded, leaving to dress herself as I finished getting ready.
I wasn't anticipating Adam coming to escort me to the ceremony, not with the way he had been distracted lately, and so I went myself, finding my way to the grand ballroom where the wedding and reception would take place. I could hear the music and chatter as I approached and smiled as I entered.
I glanced around, never having seen the castle so full, and marveling at the way the room was finally being used how it had always been intended to, and wondering not for the first time how long it had been since this place had seen its former glory. Every servant I was familiar with or had seen around the castle was present, dressed in their best, as well as some I had never encountered before. At the center of the room stood Lumiere looking dashing in his best jacket and Christine beaming beside him in a simple but beautiful white gown. Some of their friends and distant family from nearby towns joined them in their chatter and laughing and the priest stood nearby waiting to begin the informal ceremony. Adam's mutt even ran about the guests, cleaner than I'd ever seen him with a bow tied neatly around his neck for the occasion. I smiled.
I scanned the rest of the small crowd for any sign of Adam, and spotted him near the back, giving a caterer very animated orders about what appeared to be a small feast. I smiled despite myself. I watched him as I crossed my arms, holding myself while I waited for him to finish. He was tense and assertive, and every bit the businessman I rarely saw these days.
When he finished, he glanced up as the servant took off and Adam's eyes at last caught mine. The tension fell away from him as he saw me, his eyes widening. He stepped forward cautiously but with a hopeful smile.
"You're breathtaking," he said softly as he neared me, slipping a tentative hand around my waist. He looked handsome as he always did. Some of the darkness that had surrounded him since I'd returned was falling away once more.
The priest called everyone to attention and Adam stepped away from me, but I reached for his hand, stopping him from wandering too far. I didn't hate him. I wanted to share this day with him.
One of his fingers remained locked with mine inconspicuously in the crowd.
I caught Lumiere's gaze as the ceremony was about to start and he beamed at me. I smiled back with more emotion than I could truly contain and my eyes began to water. I'd never seen him happier. He reached forward and adjusted a flower that was falling from Christine's intricate updo affectionately and my heart leaped.
"This was wonderful of you to do," I whispered to Adam as the ceremony began: a short exchange of words and vows and a token of affection for the bride and groom.
He caught my gaze, smiling at me, a genuine smile. "They deserve this and more." I stared at him shamelessly. So much about him had changed that I barely recognized him half the time. There was a joy in his aura that pulsated around him, sometimes overshadowed by the darkness within him, but increasingly overpowering it.
"You're a good man," I said softly, feeling like he really needed to hear it. Wondering if he had ever heard it.
He glanced down, unable to accept the compliment.
The ceremony lasted minutes and the two of us joined in the cheers and congratulations as Lumiere and Christine kissed and became man and wife.
Music struck up immediately following and the crowd joined in dancing around the couple exuberantly. I laughed as I watched them from the sidelines, wondering when I would get a chance to congratulate the couple with all the love they were surrounded with.
"Dance with me?" Adam asked, a hopeful arm outstretched. I smiled, surprised, and nodded at him.
He pulled me into him and we fell into step beside the others.
"What a handsome couple," I heard a woman whisper nearby; gesturing to the way Adam pulled me gracefully across the floor. I smiled softly to myself.
He held my gaze as we moved, his eyes tracing my face, the curls bouncing free around us, and lower still to the dress that hugged my form in a way that I knew was flattering.
"I'm glad you stayed for the wedding," he said at last, his lips finding my ear as he pulled me closer to him.
"As am I," I responded. His words held a question that we'd both been dancing around.
Lumiere and Christine danced nearby and I heard him holler that he was ecstatic to see me there, and Christine yell that I looked lovely. I congratulated them with a laugh and glanced up to see Adam watching me.
"I meant what I said the other day," he continued, his hand stroking my back gently as we glided around.
The conversation had become so tense that I stopped moving without being fully conscious of the fact and grabbed his hand, pulling him to the balcony where we were mostly alone.
He stood beside me in the quieter atmosphere, the hot afternoon sun warming us both as we glanced out at the beauty of what the castle grounds had become. The transformation of the castle was spectacular. It was blooming in every way.
"I know you did," I responded at last, tugging at my gloves as I spoke.
"I thought about going home," I admitted, gazing distantly away from him, trying very hard not to see his reaction as I spoke. "But then I thought…what home? What is left for me there?"
I sighed, hugging myself tightly. "It's strange, but this place has come to be my home, Adam. I never expected it, and even now it's hard to accept…"
He tilted my chin gently. "You've become my home, Belle."
"I mean it. I meant it all. I love you and I want you to stay with me. I need you to stay, but I want you to want to stay."
"I—I—" couldn't find the words.
"Don't say it back," he said abruptly. "Don't ever say it to me until you mean it. And I know that maybe right now, you wouldn't mean it, not with your whole heart. That maybe right now, you can't trust me, not truly the way you should trust someone you love." He paused. "Maybe you'll never be able to mean it," he shook off the thought, his brows creasing.
"All I need to know, is if you'll stay with me? Make this your home, because you want to stay, because I will treat you right and fill your days with happiness, and maybe one day, share a day with you like this," he glanced at the happy couple. "Maybe I'll see you in white dress one day and maybe I won't. Maybe you will do me that honor and perhaps not. Whatever you want, Belle. All I'm asking is that you stay. Tell me that you'll stay and make a home with me and we can find out if I can make you happy, because, God, Belle; all I want in the world is to make you happy again."
"I am happy. I'm happy in this moment," I breathed, a few tears slipping from my eyes, my emotions at an all-time high. I reached up and ran my fingers across the stubble of his chin gently as I cupped his jaw.
He smiled. "Will you give me a chance?"
I laughed through my tears. "I think I'd like that very much," I admitted, giving into my heart, something I'd fought for a very long time.
The hope and triumph in his expression broke my heart as he reached for me, pulling me close to him and folding me in his arms.
My lips found his in the afternoon sun, and they tasted like sunlight and above all, joy. They tasted like my past, the anger and the hurt there, but also of my future and of what could be. But, above all—they tasted of hope.
I've struggled with this chapter for nearly two weeks of editing and rewriting. I wanted so badly to give Belle and Adam happy or at least hopeful ending without coming across as some kind of anti-feminist who supports domestic abuse. This is where I feel it needed to end up and it feels right to me. I truly hope I've done some justice to the story but realize I will never please everyone. I hope you've enjoyed the long ride as much as I've enjoyed writing these characters.
There will not be a sequel. I don't do sequels. Once the story is told, it's very much finished for me.
I thank you all for sticking around and putting up with my hectic schedule. Your patience is amazing.
I have to give a special thank you to Madeleine and Sydney who have both really helped me through some of the tougher aspects of this story, talked me through them, read chapters and offered advice, and at times brought genius to a scene I'd never considered. I wouldn't have finished it without the help of the two of you as well as others who have read chapters over for me when I was in doubt. So thank you.
I don't know what's next for this story, hopefully some heavy editing and maybe a future on a bookshelf one day, but I try not to hold too much hope for that. I'll finish my other short stories I'm dabbling with and I don't know where I'll go from there. I'm always writing and I have a few ideas up my sleeve.
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