.......PLEASE don’t hurt me. I know it’s been super long since I wrote last, but, to be completely honest, I’ve had a terrible case of writer’s block. It’s weird because I know what I want to happen and what I want to write, it’s just that I can’t form it into paragraphs and dialogue...weird stuff. Anyway, it’s been almost a year, hasn’t it? And, since it’s been so long, I’ll just start up with the story, I REALLY need to finish this thing already, it’s WAY over due.

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Ages:

Ash--> 21

Misty --> 20

“...” Spoken Words

italics Thoughts

~~~~~~ Scene changes / flashbacks / change in P.O.V

(...) Author’s Notes

Disclaimer: None of the following characters used in this story belong to me, k? Only the plot is mine, the rest....belongs to good ol’ Japan ^-^

Last Chapter review:

(Since it’s been so long, I’ll summarize):

- Ash and Misty have a reunion with Gary and Professor Oak.

- Ash has a flashback about himself and Gary on the cruise line talking about his and Misty’s affair.

- Ash is then wary of Gary and pretty much gives Misty the cold shoulder.

- He and Misty have a confrontation later at Ash’s house where she explains everything that happened and how ashamed she is of what happened.

- Chapter ends with her crying her eyes out while apologizing and Ash encircling her in a forgiving hug.

(Now here’s the final couple sentences from last chapter):

“I love you, too, Ash. I love you, too.” she replied in a shaky voice.

Chapter 10:

For a long while, Ash and Misty sat quietly in his living room, each reveling in the other’s presence, wordlessly expressing their affection by merely holding the other as tight as they were. They were sitting on the carpeted floor before the unlit fireplace. Ash was kneeling awkwardly, leaning up against a piece of furniture, holding his love while she cried relentlessly. One hand was comfortingly stroking her bright red tresses and the other was holding her hand, squeezing in a comforting way every so often.

“Honey...” he heard a soft voice start and quickly trail off.

He glanced to his right and spotted his mother standing under the archway leading to the kitchen, a sympathetic, yet confused, look upon her face. Seeming to understand slightly, she smiled weakly, nodded and quickly ducked back into the kitchen.

That’s when Ash noticed that Misty’s shaking had morphed into gentle breathing. Ash kissed her forehead and, as he rose to his feet, tentatively lifted her awkwardly into some sort of a standing position. Seeing that she was in deed asleep, he sighed and smiled, heaping her into his arms and carrying her toward the rooms in the back of the house.

When he reached the first door, he stopped before it and attempted to turn the knob with out losing his balance. After fumbling for a moment, the door slowly squeaked open to reveal a dimly lit room with a queen sized bed frame pushed up against the back wall. To Ash’s right, there was a white-washed dresser with a small cream-colored lamp perched upon it. Across the way, to the left of the bed, there was a picture window with a small window seat attached to it’s front.

Ash pushed the door open the rest of the way with his foot and waltzed in toward the bed. Reaching it, he placed Misty’s drooping head on top of one of the fluffy white pillows and the rest of her sleeping body to rest on top of the pale blue bed spread. As deftly as he could, Ash pulled the comforter from under his sleeping girlfriend and placed it over her latent form. Kissing her forehead once more, he rose to look at her momentarily. He sighed tiredly and quietly exited the room, softly closing the door on his way out.

As he walked back down the hall, he suddenly had an overwhelming urge to go and speak with Gary. So, following his feelings, he quickly walked toward the entry hall and opened the front door.

“I’ll be back in a minute, Mom.” he said loudly enough for her to reply,

“All right, dear.”

Pondering the conversation he was about to have with the man who slept with his girlfriend, he exited the house and walked steadily up the street toward the area Gary had indicated as being his place of residence.

After walking for about five minutes, a short, but wide, black fence came into view. The fence surrounded a small hill. At it’s top sat none other then the house Gary had described as his own. Determination set in his mind, he continued walking toward the fence and, opening it’s gate, walked up the hill, toward the house. Once he reached the house’s walkway, he began to get slightly nervous. Did Gary remember what happened? Would he tell him the truth? If Gary did know anything else, would he tell him? With these questions in mind, Ash jogged to the front door.

He stopped once he reached it and sent his trembling hand in the direction of the white doorknocker. He lifted it slowly and, his heartbeat racing, quickly let it fall back to the surface of the door with a loud _THUNK_; Ash did this twice more and stepped back to wait.

With in a span of approximately twenty seconds, Ash heard the sound of the door unlocking. He watched, gulping, as it’s silver knob turned and the door opened toward the house.

“Ash. What a pleasant surprise.” he heard someone say, “Please, come in.”

Ash obliged their request and stepped over the threshold. He lingered in the doorway momentarily before taking another step.

When he was completely inside the house, his eyes met those of who let him inside; Gary.

“What can I do for you?” he asked somewhat jovially.

Ash averted his black eyes from Gary’s brown ones to stare at the wall.

“I was wondering if I could speak with you about something. Something that I need to have cleared up.” he replied, still not looking at Gary.

“Yea, sure, that’s fine. Why don’t you come into the living room and sit down. We can talk there.” Gary said, leading the way into the room closest to the front door.

Ash followed slowly and sat in the chair beside the couch Gary had placed himself in the middle of.

“So, what is it that you need cleared up?” he heard Gary ask him conversationally.

Ash swallowed the lump that had risen in his throat and stared intently at the beige-colored carpet.

“Well, I, uh...I don’t really know how to begin this...Um...Well, you...you know about my amnesia, correct?” he began inarticulately.

“Yes, I do. I suffered through the same ordeal only a month ago. I do hope everything comes back to you.” he said in a sad-sounding voice.

Ash nodded and then it hit him. Gary had suffered...that was past tense, which meant, he had fully regained his memory and, therefore, would remember the mishap he had come to inquire him over.

“Well, I’m slowly getting memories back, you know, having flash backs and what not, and, um...my most recent flash back concerned, well...you.”

Ash now looked at Gary, who was now looking less jovial then when he’d answered the door.

“You had a flash back about me? Well, what did you see? Perhaps I could fill in the gaps.” he replied, not looking as if he wished to “fill” anything at the moment.

Ash allowed a small smile to grace his features.

“Well, it was about a conversation that you and I had been having concerning an, um, incident that happened between you and...my girlfriend.”

That was all that needed to be said. Gary knew immediately what Ash was talking about judging by the somewhat petrified look on his face. Gary swallowed.

“Oh...you, uh, know what happened then, I assume.”

Ash nodded half-heartedly.

“Yes, Misty told me.”

Gary nodded and swallowed again.

“Well, what, uh, did you want to know about that...occurrence?” he asked, cringing when he’d said the last word.

“I want to know everything. I want to know what happened that lead up to it and I want to know what happened after...I just, want to be filled in. I want you to tell me what you remember. To tell me more about that conversation I had a flash back about...” Ash stated, ticking everything off on his fingers.

Gary nodded and slouched back into the couch.

“Well...I suppose I’ll start from the beginning. I’m not sure if you remember, but we were out to dinner, you, Misty, myself and, my girlfriend at the time, Trisha. We’d been there for a little over an hour, celebrating someone’s birthday, I think Trish’s, when Misty got the news about her brother’s attack...I assume she mentioned that?”

Ash nodded and Gary continued.

“So, Trish and I offered our condolences, you and Misty left and, from what I know, returned to your apartment. She called her parents, they told her what had happened and the funeral arrangements were made. About a week later, all four of us were at the funeral back in Cerulean City. The gathering after the funeral lasted most of the day, I believe, Trish and I left half way through because she had to be somewhere for work, so I took her. You stayed with Misty. I assume you left when it was over. From what I was told, by her, the two of you had a small fight on the way back to her parent’s house and when you got there, she went out, saying she wanted to be alone. That’s...when she met me.”

~ FLASHBACK ~

Misty sighed and downed another shot of Vodka, slamming the glass roughly onto the counter when she was through.

“Another, please.” she said simply to the bartender, who poured her another shot quickly, leaving the bottle for later use.

“Hey, Mist.” she heard beside her. She turned her head to the right and came face to face with none other then her boyfriend’s best friend.

She sighed in annoyance.

“Gary, what the heck are you doing in a bar on Tuesday night at 1am?”

Gary smiled a small smile and sat down next to the slightly inebriated woman.

“I would ask you the same question, but I think I’ve got a pretty good idea about the answer.”

“What’ll ya have?” came the gruff voice of the bartender.

Gary looked at him with slight annoyance and ordered a scotch to get him to leave.

Once he was in possession of his drink, he directed his attention back at Misty, who was in the process of pouring herself another shot.

“You know that won’t help, right?” he said to her as she downed another glass and slammed it on the counter once more.

“Perhaps not, but it helps to at least numb the pain.”

“Where’s Ash?”

Misty looked at him and raised an eyebrow.

“Where’s Trish?”

Gary laughed slightly and downed his scotch in one gulp. Signaling the bartender for another, he sniffed and looked at the counter.

“She’s at home, asleep. She had a headache when she got home from work and went straight to bed.”

Misty picked up the now half empty bottle of vodka and stared at it.

“Ash is home too...We had a fight and I left.” she sighed sorrowfully, “I should go home.”

Gary looked at her after downing his second glass of scotch.

“Perhaps you should. I’m sure he’s worried about you. I’m surprised he didn’t follow you.” he said as the bartender filled his glass once more.

“He would have had I not told him I wanted to be alone. He has this odd thing about respecting my alone time.”

Gary smiled and sipped on his drink this time.

“Yes, he does, doesn’t he?”

Misty nodded ruefully and poured herself another shot.

“So how are you doing?” Gary asked as he watched her swallow another vodka shot.

Misty put down her glass, wiped her mouth and looked at him.

“How does it look like I’m doing?” she said sarcastically.

Gary nodded and returned to his drink.

After an hour, Misty had to have the bartender confiscate the bottle of Vodka from her, while Gary had had one too many drinks himself.

“You, young missy, should go home. It’s almost three in the morning.” said the bartender in his gruff voice, as Misty struggled to retrieve the bottle he was holding. “And take your boyfriend here with you.” he said, pointing to Gary.
They looked at one another and broke out in laughter.

“He’s not -hic- my ‘boyfriend’. I’ve all ready got one of those.” she said in her drunken stupor.

They left the bar, leaning on one another, both totally drunk. Misty hugged Gary around the waist.

“Walk me home.” she said.

~ END OF FLASHBACK ~

Gary gulped and looked at Ash.

“Ash, I really am sorry. I swear that if I had been sober, I definitely would NOT have come onto your girlfriend and I can assure you she would NOT have come on to me either.”

Ash, who had not said a word since Gary’s story had begun, heaved a sigh and looked out of the sitting room window.

“Don’t worry, Gary, I understand...at least, I guess I do. I mean, obviously I’m not thrilled about the fact that my girlfriend has had certain relations with another man whilst being in a relationship with me...but, as much as I’d like to, I can’t really be angry with you, or her. I guess...I guess I just...I don’t know...” he finished lamely, cradling his head in his hands.

Gary heaved a sigh and slumped back into the couch.

“Ash, I don’t know if I deserve your forgiveness. Don’t get me wrong, I want it, probably more then anything else in the world, but, I just don’t think I deserve it. I betrayed you, accidentally of course, but still...I have to take responsibility for my actions.”

Ash removed his head from his hands enough to see Gary’s face laced with extreme guilt. Ash sighed once more and rose from his chair.

“Well, whether you accept it or not, I’m granting it...I-I forgive you.” he said, averting his eyes momentarily, “I forgave Misty...so it’s only fair that I forgive you as well...I mean, it takes two to tango, right?”
At this point, Ash turned his eyes back on Gary, whose face was now laced with a mixture of shock and relief. He smiled a little and held his hand out to the man before him.

“Friends?”

Gary looked at Ash’s hand for a moment before smiling and rising up to stand.

“Friends.” he stated, taking Ash’s offered hand and shaking it firmly.

Ash nodded and smiled a little more.

“Good.”

~~~~~~~

About an hour later, Gary’s and Ash’s laughter could be heard all throughout the house. They were, at present, reliving childhood memories.

“Oh, do you remember,” Gary started, clapping his hands together, “the day we both were to begin our Pokémon training and you got to Grandpa’s lab late so the only Pokémon left was the yellow one...um, Pikachu! The one you carried with you everywhere, even if you weren’t in battle.”

Ash nodded and chuckled a bit.

“Of course I remember that day, what about it?”

Gary licked his lips and pulled forward on the couch so that he was at it’s edge.

“Well, the thing that stands out in my mind the most from that day was when your mother scurried over to you holding your backpack and she says ‘Make sure you change your underwear everyday, sweetie!’.” This caused Gary to howl with laughter.

Ash laughed a bit as well.

“Of course, how could I forget. Every time I spoke to my mom after that she always asked if I was wearing clean underwear. It was quite embarrassing, actually. Although, now that I think about it, it is a bit funny...although, not as funny as you seem to think it is, but funny none the less.” he said, still laughing.

Soon the laughing ceased a bit and there was a comfortable silence amongst them.

Sighing, Gary looked out of the window in contemplation. Suddenly, a thought hit him and he quickly looked over at Ash.

“Ash,” he said promptly.

Ash looked over, a small smile still on his face.

“Hmm?”

“Ash, what do you remember about the reason we all went on the cruise ship?”

Ash raised an eyebrow.

“What do you mean?”

“Do you remember the reason we originally decided to go on the cruise?”

Ash thought for a moment.

“Actually, no I don’t. Why? Was it something other then a pleasure trip?”

Gary smiled and anxiously sat up.

“Ash you were going to ask Misty something...don’t you remember? C’mon, you have to remember! It’s sort of a life changing decision.”

Ash scrunched his brow in confusion when a thought suddenly hit him.

“You...you mean I was going to....with...oh my gosh. No way...no way....I was going to ask her to....whoa...Are you sure I mentioned that, because that’s just...wow...”

Gary smiled and laughed loudly.

“Am I sure? The whole cruise thing was your idea. I just agreed so she wouldn’t be suspicious.”

Ash gulped and looked intently at Gary.

“I was really going to ask her that?”

Gary nodded.

“Yep. You bought a ring and everything.”

Ash started.

“A ring? A ring for what?”

Gary was taken aback.

“What do you mean ‘a ring for what’?! How else do you ask a girl to marry you?”

Ash’s eyes widened and he shot up from his seat like a rocket.

“WHAT?”

~~~~~~~

Some time later that night, Ash was walking up to his house in deep contemplation.

If he was going to ask Misty to marry him, he was going to have to do some serious planning. Firstly, he’d need a new ring, as he obviously no longer had the other one. Secondly, he’d need to work out the best place to do it, preferably somewhere that did not involve any bodies of water or things that could potentially sink. Thirdly, there was the planning for the ceremony if she said yes. Fourthly, was the Tux and who was to be his best man and what not...but for now, maybe he should focus on the first obstacle: The Ring.

Ash smiled and heaved a contented sigh when he reached his doorstep; this was going to be a lot of fun.

~~~~~~~

Early the next morning, Ash was out the door, Misty’s car keys in hand. It’s not like she knew where anything was in Pallet anyway, so where was she going to go?

Ash, realizing he didn’t know his way around as good as he’d originally thought, drove around with difficulty looking for any stores he could find that might sell engagement rings. So far, he’d found a few promising places and he’d looked at quite a few rings, but none of them seemed good enough.

When it was almost three in the afternoon, Ash decided that if he didn’t find anything here, that he would resume his search the next day. Besides, he didn’t know how he was going to ask her anyway. Sighing with weariness, he parked the car, sluggishly pulled himself out of it and walked up to his final store of the day: AKM Jewelry.

Upon Ash’s opening of the door, a bell promptly rang above him, signaling to the clerk behind the glass cases, who at the moment had their back turned, that someone had just arrived.

“Good afternoon, dear. If you need help with anything, let me know.” said the petite, old woman behind the counter, her back still turned.

Ash nodded, even though she couldn’t see him, and began looking around for rings.

He lingered a few moments at a case of emerald encrusted bracelets and earrings before walking over to the lady behind the counter.

“Um, excuse me.” he said politely.

The woman behind the counter spun rather quickly for her apparent age and waddled closer to the counter.

“Yes young man? What can I do for you?” she asked, smiling, revealing a rather toothless mouth.

Ash smiled in return and turned his eyes to the glass cases under his hands.

“Um, I was wondering if you could direct me to the section that holds the, uh, rings.”

“Ah, the rings. What kind of ring, boy? Anniversary ring, class ring, silver and gold bands, jeweled rings, wedding rings...” she trailed off here and gave him a good stern look before her toothless mouth spread into another broad smile. “...Engagement rings.”

Ash looked up at her tentatively and cracked a small smile.

“Um, yea, those.”

The woman held her smile and began waddling over to the glass cases on Ash’s right, all the way toward the back of the store.

Ash followed a little ways behind her, trying not to seem too eager.

The woman kept walking until she reached the second to last case and stopped behind it. She looked up at him and pointed his a pudgy hand.

“This one here. Take as long as you like.” she said simply before waddling away once more, leaving Ash alone with a case full of possible engagement rings.

Licking his lips, Ash prepared himself for possible disappointment but tried to be optimistic; this was, approximately, his twenty-fifth store of the day.

He started on the left side of the case, seeing diamonds cut in all shapes and in all sizes, they were all just too gaudy. Ash sighed, think this was going to be as all the other stores he’d been to when his eye caught it. A simple rounded diamond encased in six silver prongs, paced in the midst of the thin, white gold band. Although it was simple, Ash could call it nothing but the first word that had popped into his head: Perfect. It was just like her; beautiful, brilliant, luminous, precious and, last but certainly not least, simple and uncomplicated. It was just right.

“Ma’am!” Ash called rather enthusiastically.

The woman waddled over as quickly as she could manage.

“Yes young man? Have you found what you were looking for?” she asked knowingly.

Ash nodded.

“Um, yes. I’d like to get this one here.” he said, pointing to his perfect ring, “How much is it?”

The old woman smiled and crossed her arms over her chest.

“How much do you have?”

Ash stopped for a moment and then began searching his pockets for his wallet. He then pulled out the money he had found the night before stored safely in his closet, just where Gary had requested he look, and began counting it. He licked his lips and looked back at the woman when he was finished counting.

“One-thousand.” he said, hope shinning in his eyes.

The woman continued to smile and began to walk toward him.

“Now, which one did you pick?” she asked, walking behind the case and extracting a key from her pocket.

Ash pointed to the ring once more and the old woman pulled it out of the case and held it close to her eye, examining it.

“Well, what do you know?” she said, her smiled ever broadening, “It’s exactly one-thousand. Aren’t you the lucky one? Or should I say, she.”

Ash grinned brightly and followed the old woman as she waddled back up to the register. She took the ring, polished it off a bit and placed it in a beautiful black velvet box.

“Ah, perfect. You made an excellent choice. I do hope she likes it.” she said, handing Ash the box.

Ash gulped and nodded, handing her the money and then taking the box from her.

The woman pulled a pouch from under the counter and placed the money in it. She then turned to Ash once more.

“You have a nice day young man, and good luck.”

Ash smiled and placed the ring box into his pocket.

“Thank you, Ma’am. You have a nice day, as well.”

~~~~~~~

By the time Ash was home once more, it was going on five o’ clock. He pulled Misty’s car into the drive way and jogged up to the door. Upon opening it, he was assaulted by two female voices.

“Ash, where have you been? It’s almost dinner. Why did you leave so early this morning?” came Ms. Ketchum’s worried voice.

“Ash, why did you take my car with out even asking me? And where have you been driving? How much of my gas did you use? Is there even enough to drive to the gas station?” were Misty’s questions.

Ash raised his hands in defeat.

“Okay, okay. One question at a time. Can I at least sit down first?” he pleaded, making his way toward the living room.

He was, however, halted by Misty’s angry form.

“No, you can’t ‘sit down first’. I want to know where you’ve been and why in God’s name you needed my car! I mean, God Ash, I thought you’d skipped town or something!”

Ash sighed and grasped Misty by the shoulders.

“Misty, why on earth would I have skipped town?”

Misty shrugged off his hands and backed away a little.

“You know very well why I’d think that...Did you have to go and scare the life out of me like that?” she said, her voice now more sad than angry.

Ash furrowed his brow and walked closer to her.

“Mist, I’m sorry. I didn’t think you’d go this postal on me. How could you even think that I’d leave you? I though we talked about this last night. There’s nothing left to say. It’s over, it’s done with, it’s all in the past. I know that you regret it and that’s enough for me. So don’t ever even suggest that I leave you, because I can assure that it won’t happen.” he replied, as gently as he could, trying to calm Misty down and ease her fears at the same time.

Suddenly, Ash had an idea. He took Misty’s hand and looked over at his mother.

“Mom, I’m sorry about worrying you all and everything, but would you mind leaving us alone for one second? Please?” he asked as nicely as he could, trying not to give away too much with his eyes.

His mother searched his eyes momentarily, a suspicious glint in her eyes. She then smiled and nodded, backing up to go into the kitchen.

“Of course, dear. I’ll let you all know when dinner’s ready.”

“Thanks, mom.”

Ms. Ketchum merely nodded, a knowing smile gracing her features.

When his mother was out of sight, Ash returned his attention to Misty, whose hand he was still holding.

“Come here and sit down, Mist. I wanted to talk to you about something.” he said, leading her into the sitting room.

Misty looked at him suspiciously, but said nothing and allowed him to lead her to a seat. He placed her in a chair, he himself sitting on the coffee table before her; he continued to hold her hand.

“Misty, I wanted you to know why I took your car out today...where I was, the whole shebang.” he started, smiling a little and looking deep into her blue eyes.

Misty raised an eyebrow.

“Okay, go right ahead.” she said simply.

Ash nodded and looked down at the hand he was holding...

*Her left hand...* he thought *The very same hand that the ring goes on....*

He continued to examine it and, without looking at her, began speaking.

“I’ve been thinking about this for a while now, well more like a day or two, but I think that in some way it’s always been in the back of my mind, like my brain’s always had an ulterior motive or something. But this morning I knew for sure that I had to do it.” he stated, returning his gaze to her face, “Do you know what I’m talking about?”

Misty stared at him blinkingly for a moment.

“Um, are you saying that you’ve been considering stealing my car for the past couple days?”

Ash broke into laughter and grabbed Misty’s other hand.

“Oh, guess not.” she replied, joining in on his laughing fest.

After a moment of silence Ash suddenly became serious. Misty cocked a brow once more and open her mouth to speak; Ash silenced her with a shaking of his head.

Then he moved to kneel before her and released her right hand to fiddle with something in his pocket. Misty continued to look at him in a confused manner until she saw what he pulled from his pocket. Her eyes went suddenly wide as realization dawned upon her and she pulled her gaze away from the box in his hand and back to his face.

“Ash you --”

“Misty,” he interrupted, his nervousness becoming more apparent with every inch of silence, “Misty,” he stated once more, as he used his thumb to open the lid of the box. “Will you marry me?” he asked quickly, holding the ring before her and staring at her face.

Her eyes were wide with shock as she continued to stare at the ring in silence.

Then, unexpectedly, her face broke out into a huge smile and she positioned her eyes on the man before her, joy evident in her now tear filled eyes.

“Ash, of course I’ll marry you.” she said, throwing her arms around his neck and sobbing onto his shoulder.

Ash’s smiled broadened once more as he returned her hug.

A few minutes later, Ash gently pushed Misty from his shoulder and took the ring from it’s box to place it on her finger.

She laughed tearfully and bit her bottom lip at she examined it.

“So now you know where I’ve been all day. Is it worth having a car with potentially no gas?”

She looked up at him and laughed again, leaning in to kiss him. When she pulled away she looked him straight in the eye.

“Of course it is, Ash.”

And that was a moment Ash would most definitely never forget...

~~~~~~~

Ash and Misty were married that coming spring on the Cerulean beach in a very simple and small ceremony. Very few were there, just close friends, relatives and, of course, their Pokémon. After there wedding, they went on there honeymoon: a cruise in the Pacific ocean, that is, after much begging on Misty’s behalf.

Both Ash and Misty are still recovering some of their memories, most of which have been restored. But now they can begin to make more and more memories with each other.

~ THE END ~

~~~~~~~

YEA!!!!!! It finished (sorry if that was a lame ending. I was so going to explain the wedding more in-depth in another chapter, but I figured that I had made you all wait long enough for a conclusion, so I made it a simpler ending).

I hope you guys enjoyed this story as much as I enjoyed writing it. Again I apologize for the long wait but I hope that it was worth it and that I haven’t lost too many readers in the process. For those who have been reading this from the beginning, thanks so much for sticking with it, I really appreciate it! For those who picked it up somewhere in the middle and have been reading ever since, I thank you as well, for you probably had to wait just about as long as the others. And finally for those who read it all in one go, I hope you enjoyed it and I hope that it was worth your time.

Thanks SO MUCH to everyone who has read and will read this story, you are the reason that I write!

Thanks again all!

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