You Will Get Through This @wangxianforever77
We Are Here For You Too

It was quite some time before either Lan Zhan or Wei Ying fell asleep, but they eventually did after more sobs, humming, and whispered, loving words. They held each other close all night, refusing to let go even once.

Lan Zhan didn't wake up until eight thirty the next day; he arose at five o'clock most mornings. He couldn't blame himself, though. The events of the previous evening had been exhausting in more ways than one.

He turned to gaze at Wei Ying, who was still sleeping on his chest. For what had to be the millionth time, he wondered why Wen Chao would want to cause him pain to the extent that he had. Wei Ying never deserved it. No one did, not even his worst enemy.

Just the idea of it brought tears of sadness and fury to Lan Zhan's eyes, and one slid down his face. His heart hurt for him terribly. Again, he wished he had picked him up or stopped what had happened before it went too far. He felt that he had let Wei Ying down by not being there for him.

However, there was nothing he could do to change the past. All he could do now was help Wei Ying heal and try to bring as much normalcy back into his life as possible. But he knew that this was only the beginning.

With a deep sigh, he carefully moved from underneath Wei Ying and pulled the blanket over him. He would let him rest for as long as he needed to.

Lan Zhan kissed him on the forehead, making him smile in his sleep. His spirits rose a little just seeing it. He looked so angelic and beautiful; Lan Zhan didn't understand how Wei Ying could ever think that he'd find him repulsive. If anything, he couldn't help but love him more in spite of what happened.

He was also deeply relieved. If Wen Chao had followed through with his other threat...there wouldn't be a smile to see. Just the thought of it made his blood run cold. He would have gone insane if his Wei Ying had been taken away from him. He thanked every god above that he was still there with him.

Lan Zhan kissed him a second time, then checked his phone to see if anyone had contacted him.

His uncle had sent him a text to remind him that he had the day off from work. (Lan Zhan had asked him if it was all right if he didn't go the evening before.) He understood that he wanted to look after Wei Ying. Of course, he would still pay him.

There was a message from Jiang Yanli too. She wanted to know how Wei Ying was this morning, and if she and her family could still visit. Lan Zhan replied that he was asleep, and that he would let her know when they could soon.

He also had a missed call from Lan Xichen, along with a voicemail asking him to call back when he had a chance.

Lan Zhan checked to see if there were any replies to the emails he sent to Wei Ying's teachers as well. (They both had access to one another's accounts on the college's website in case of illness or emergencies.) Each of them contained a picture of his doctor's note and an explanation of why he would be unable to attend his classes.

His teachers understood, wishing him a speedy recovery and thanking him for the note. They also sent a list of the subjects they would be going over for the next few days.

Lan Zhan logged out, then called his brother. He didn't expect him to answer since he was also worked at their uncle's company, but he did on the third ring.

"Wangji," Lan Xichen greeted in a low voice.

"Xiongzhang," he returned.

His brother was quiet for a brief second, then remarked, "Shufu told me that you were not coming in today. How terribly was Wei Ying hurt? The attack must have been that bad if you had asked to stay home."

Lan Zhan gazed at Wei Ying morosely. "It was that terrible, I am afraid, but I cannot go into detail about it. It is not a conversation that I want to have over the phone."

He knew that Wei Ying would still prefer that he didn't tell him without letting him know besides.

"What do you mean? Can you not tell me what happened now, didi? I'm sensing that there is something more to this," he stated in concern.

"There is...but it would be best if it was discussed in person."

Lan Xichen sighed. "Very well. I understand. If I can, I will visit after work. Is that all right? Or would it be best if I didn't?"

"I will let you know. I do not know if Wei Ying will be in the mood at that time."

"I understand," he repeated. "I'll call you later, then, or you can call me. Give Wei Ying my best."

Lan Zhan hummed. "I will. Good-bye, Xiongzhang."

"Good-bye, didi."

Lan Zhan hung up the phone after that before taking a shower. He went to make breakfast once he had gotten dressed, then meditated for a half an hour to calm his mind. He needed it what with all of the turmoil he was in. Perhaps he could also convince Wei Ying to later. He knew that he was feeling much more worse than he did.

Later

It was nearly ten o'clock when Wei Ying woke up. The first thing he noticed was how silent the room was. He could feel the soft mattress underneath him; Lan Zhan didn't seem to be in the room either.

He opened his eyes to find out that this was the case. Yawning, he moved to sit up when he was struck by a wave of pain, making a low cry escape him.

And that was when he remembered that had happened the evening before.

So, it wasn't a dream after all. Wen Chao really did...

Wei Ying scrubbed his hands over his face with a deep sigh. If only it had been a nightmare. It would have been so much easier to deal with if it were. So much easier to forget about.

He remained sitting there for a while, then decided to push everything to the back of his mind. He didn't want to think about it anymore.

Wei Ying shot a glare at the window as he picked out what to wear for day. Of course the sun would be out. It was as it were mocking his mood. He set his clothes on the bed and made to leave the room. Just as he reaching for the knob, however, Lan Zhan opened the door.

The latter was mildly surprised when he saw him there; he didn't expect him to be on the other side of it. Wei Ying was just as startled, but also relieved. It was so quiet that he wasn't sure if Lan Zhan had gone to work, but he was happy that he didn't. The last thing he wanted was to be alone right then.

Lan Zhan gave him a small smile. "Hello, Wei Ying. I thought you may still be sleeping," he said before kissing him on the lips. "Were you about to take a shower?"

"Yeah," Wei Ying replied, melting into him. He was secretly so glad that he still loved him.

"Mn. How are you feeling?"

He shrugged. "Physically, I'm still sore. Other than that...I...I really don't know, besides that I'm happy you're here."

Lan Zhan nodded in understanding. "Shufu allowed me to have the day off."

"Oh. That's good."

They held each other close for a moment. After that, Lan Zhan pecked his forehead.

"I will let you wash up now. Your breakfast will be ready by the time you come downstairs," he remarked.

"All right."

"Do you need anything? Would you like me to be with you while you wash?"

Wei Ying shook his head. "No, I'll be fine, but thank you. I shouldn't be very long."

"Okay," Lan Zhan murmured, caressing his cheek. "But if you do need me, let me know."

"I will."

Wei Ying showered for twenty minutes. Even though he had taken one hours ago, he still felt gross.

He got dressed after he was finished and headed downstairs. Lan Zhan was scooping congee into a bowl as he entered the kitchen and carefully sat down. After that, he sprinkled chili flakes on top - just how he liked it - and placed it in front of him. He put a cup of wolfberry tea next to it.

Tears abruptly blurred Wei Ying's sight, a few landing in his congee. It suddenly struck him how everything was still going on as it usually did. He didn't think that anything could ever be normal anymore. Not after what happened.

Lan Zhan saw his tears and reached over to stroke his hand. "What is the matter, baobei?" he inquired.

He wiped his eyes. "It's not important, sweetheart. Don't worry about it," he muttered.

"It must be if it makes you cry," Lan Zhan pointed out kindly. "What is it?"

After Wei Ying told him what he had been thinking, he nodded pensively.

"I understand. It is going to feel that way for some time. But everything will get better. You will see," he assured him.

Wei Ying hoped so.

Lan Zhan went on as he began to eat, informing him that he emailed his teachers for him. He let him know that he spoke to Jiang Yanli and Lan Xichen too.

"Shijie still wants to visit along with your family, and Xiongzhang wants to know if he can as well. He is also concerned about you. But if you prefer that he doesn't, he will understand," he said.

Gripping his spoon tightly, Wei Ying bowed his head. A part of him didn't mind them coming over, but he was still afraid to tell them about what Wen Chao had done. He didn't want to think of how much more upset they would be than they already were.

Madam Yu, especially, would likely hate him even more than she did now. He knew that she resented Uncle Jiang for taking him in. She never got over the fact that he had been in love with his mother long before she and his father died. What made things worse was that she believed that Uncle Jiang favored him over their own children.

In addition to that, she resented Wei Ying for excelling in his studies when Jiang Cheng often lagged behind. He wouldn't be surprised if she went so far as to resent his existence. If she resented it more after finding out what happened...

Well. It wouldn't be as if he hadn't expected it, but the idea of it still hurt him. It didn't help that she blamed him for starting the fight with Wen Chao either.

Nevertheless, he would have to tell them eventually. He knew that they deserved to know. The last thing he wanted was for them to find out by other means. That would only make the situation worse; what if they to got hurt after they did? He would never be able to live it down if that happened.

A long moment passed before Wei Ying eventually nodded. "Okay. They can sometime this afternoon, I guess."

"Mn. All right. But are you sure?" Lan Zhan queried.

"...No," he responded truthfully. "But I have to tell them, and I know it would be better to sooner, rather than later."

Lan Zhan gave his hand a comforting squeeze. "Mn. It will. And I know you are scared to, Wei Ying, but I will be right there with you."

He smiled a little and squeezed his back in thanks.

Wei Ying had just resumed eating when Lan Zhan spoke again.

"You look uncomfortable, baobei," he observed. "Are you still sore?"

He nodded. "Yeah. It hurts to sit."

Nurse Li had found a tear inside of him during the examination. Although it thankfully wasn't a large or deep one, it didn't make it any less painful.

Lan Zhan hummed. "We will go to the pharmacy after you are finished your breakfast. The medicine they gave you must had worn off. I would have gone to one last night, but they were all closed."

"Oh. Okay."

It was not long before they were putting on their coats and leaving the house. Wei Ying turned on the radio when they were in the car, but Lan Zhan noticed that he didn't seem to be listening to the music. He looked preoccupied and nervous during the entire trip.

He also appeared to be embarrassed as they walked into the somewhat packed pharmacy. His face was a deep shade of crimson.

Lan Zhan pursed his lips while rubbing his back. "No need to feel self-conscious. We will not be judged for what we're going to buy," he said in a low, reassuring voice.

Wei Ying blinked in surprise. It was as if he had been reading his thoughts.

He followed Lan Zhan rather quietly as the latter put the items on the list Dr. Tang gave them in the basket he carried. It turned out that they were bandages, creams, ointments, or over-the-counter medications they already had at home. Still, Lan Zhan chose to get everything regardless, as well as gloves. There was nothing wrong with having spare necessities.

If the cashier had any opinions on what they were buying, he didn't make it known. Not that Wei Ying could tell, anyhow. He simply scanned their purchases and wished them a good day.

From there, they went to another store so that Wei Ying could get a new book bag. He soon picked out a black one that he liked, and Lan Zhan bought it for him.

"Do you want or need anything else?" he asked before he did.

Wei Ying said no after a moment. Lan Zhan didn't need anything either, so he just paid for the book bag and drove them home.

The former headed for the downstairs bathroom as soon as he took his coat off. He was more than ready to take care of his injuries at this point. He was tired of aching.

"Lan Zhan? Can you help me with...?" he queried, gesturing to the pharmacy bag in his hand. He was somewhat hesitant to ask him this, knowing how much it angered Lan Zhan to see his bruises. But he didn't want to do it alone either.

Lan Zhan nodded. "Of course. Anything for Wei Ying," he replied.

Once they were in the bathroom, he draped a towel over the toilet's lid. Wei Ying sat down after removing his jeans and underwear.

"Before we start..." Lan Zhan began while placing the ointments and creams on the sink. "...please tell me what you are comfortable with me doing."

Wei Ying bit his lip pensively. "My wrists, I guess...and then my knees. I can handle everything else," he remarked.

He nodded. "Mn."

Wei Ying rubbed the cream for his bruises on his forehead and hips, and took care of the cut on his neck. Lan Zhan did the same with his wrists, kissing them first. The former grinned softly, especially when he placed kisses on his knees after tending to and wrapping them with fresh bandages.

His smile soon faded as he reached for the ointment he needed for the tear inside of him. As much as he wanted to do it himself, he was secretly afraid of how much pain there might be. What if it hurt so badly that it caused him have a flashback? He didn't want to go through that a second time.

Lan Zhan noticed his hesitancy. "Baobei...would you like me to do it instead?" he asked.

Figuring that it would be best if he did, Wei Ying gave it to him.

Lan Zhan put a glove on his right hand after taking it. "I will try to make this as quick and painless as I can. If you change your mind, or if it hurts too much, let me know."

Wei Ying nodded and tried to relax.

He spread the ointment on his index finger before using his left hand to keep his thighs parted. Wei Ying clasped his own hand around his, and Lan Zhan squeezed it in reassurance.

It did hurt as he applied the ointment, but not as badly as he thought it would. He was done in less than a minute, and Wei Ying redressed as he put everything away.

Lan Zhan kissed him after shutting the closet door. "You did so good, baobao. Thank you for trusting me enough to do that."

Wei Ying leaned into him. "Why wouldn't I trust you? I always do. I know you won't ever hurt me. You don't even want to by accident."

"No," he agreed.

Wei Ying decided to watch TV in the living room after that. He turned it on to a show that he liked before laying on the couch. Lan Zhan joined him, sliding an arm around his chest. He grinned as he snuggled into him.

They stayed there until it was time for lunch. The meal was a silent one, which was only abnormal on Wei Ying's part. Lan Zhan rarely spoke while eating due to the fact that his uncle never allowed it unless it was necessary. Then again, Lan Zhan generally didn't if he had nothing to say.

Still, he noticed that Wei Ying had been quieter than usual since the evening before, but he couldn't blame him. He knew that he had a lot on his mind. However, that didn't mean that it wasn't strange not having their - mostly one-sided - lively conversations.

Wei Ying checked his phone -which thankfully hadn't been stolen or broken - while he ate. He meant to earlier, but had forgotten. He had several missed calls and text messages from his family (minus Madam Yu, but that was no surprise). His friends, Nie Huaisang and Wen Ning, were also worried about him. Even Wen Qing - Wen Ning's sister and Jiang Cheng's girlfriend - had contacted him. (Jiang Cheng had told them what happened.) They asked questions ranging from if he was all right, to if it was still a good day to visit, and when he was coming back to school.

Though he felt touched at their concern, his stomach dropped as he read the messages from Wen Ning and Wen Qing. Wen Chao was their cousin; there was no telling how they would react when they found out what he had done.

Well, no. Cross that. Wen Qing would probably murder him, or try to, knowing her. Her temper could rival Madam Yu's, and that was saying something. But unlike the latter, Wen Qing was more kind, if not matter-of-fact.

He only hoped that she and Wen Ning didn't think what happened was a joke or a lie. Not that this was likely; neither of them liked Wen Chao in spite of their relation to him.

Wei Ying sent replies to all of them before eating the rest of his lunch. He then returned to the living room, where Lan Zhan joined him a few minutes after.

"I am going to practice on my guqin for a while," the latter said. "But I can do it in another room if you still want to watch television. I don't want to disturb you if you do."

He turned it off. "No, Airen. Go ahead. You know I love your music."

"Mn. I love yours, too."

Wei Ying played the flute, so they often practiced together.

He laid on the couch again as Lan Zhan started to play Qing Xin Yin, a song that his brother had taught him. A smile spread across his face. He loved that song.

He closed his eyes as he sighed in contentment. For the second time that day, he was calm. Qing Xin Yin always had that effect on him.

Pretty soon, Wei Ying felt so relax that he dozed off halfway through the song. Lan Zhan noticed after he had finished playing it and draped a blanket over him.

"Have a good nap, my love," he whispered before kissing him. After that, he brushed his hair away from his face and continued to practice.

Three hours later

Wei Ying, on the other hand, hadn't even realized that he fell asleep. He was listening to Lan Zhan playing his guqin one minute, and the next thing he knew, he was waking up. He must have been more tired than he thought.

He glanced at the clock to see that it was just after four. Lan Zhan was sitting at his feet as he read something his laptop. He had clearly finished practicing a while ago. The house was quiet.

Yawning, he pushed the blanket off of him. "Hey, sweetheart. What are you doing?" he inquired.

"I was checking my emails, but I am done now. Did you sleep well? I was just about to wake you," Lan Zhan added. He shut down his laptop and put it aside before kissing him.

"I slept fine. Why were you going to wake me?"

He nodded to his phone. "A-Jie called again. Everybody will be on their way soon. They just have to take care of some things first."

Wei Ying turned away from him, gripping his elbows as fear clenched his stomach. He still wasn't sure if he would be able to tell them.

Lan Zhan held him close. "It is going to be all right, Wei Ying. Remember that I am here with you," he whispered.

"Thank you, I know. I just...I don't want them to hate me. Well...I know Shijie and Uncle Jiang won't. But what if A-Cheng comes to hate me and Madam Yu does even more?" he asked, letting out one of his inner fears.

Who would blame her? She is the only one who sees you for who you really are. When she finds out what happened, it will only be further confirmation that you are worthless, disgusting, annoying street trash! that dreaded voice in his head sneered.

Wei Ying stiffened, and it took everything in him to ignore it this time.

"They will not," Lan Zhan remarked, interrupting his thoughts. "I will agree that Madam Yu is who she is, but I doubt she will hate you for what Wen Chao had done. You have to remember that it isn't your fault. And even though your brother is often irritated with you, he never hated you. He loves and cares for you deeply, and tries to look out for you in his own way."

He just nodded.

It wasn't long after that when they heard cars approaching. The sound of doors closing and the voices of Wei Ying's family followed a moment later.

Lan Zhan saw Wei Ying become tense and squeezed his hand. "Don't be afraid, baobei. You can do this," he murmured.

And with that encouragement, he went to open the front door.

Jiang Yanli came in first, carrying a large white bag. "Lan Zhan-didi!" she greeted in a worried voice. She hugged him briefly, then asked, "Where is he?"

He answered her in a quiet voice, and she entered the living room. Wei Ying had never been more happy and terrified to see her in his life.

"A-Xian!" she exclaimed before putting her bag one of the tables. Then she rushed over to embrace him gently.

Wei Ying hid his face in her shoulder. "A-Jie," he mumbled.

"I'm here now. Shijie's here," she whispered, rocking him back and forth.

Madam Yu walked in next. She didn't say anything, just glared at him with narrowed eyes. Wei Ying bowed his head. He couldn't bear to see the accusatory look in them. He didn't know how he be able to tell them anything if she was going to stare at him like that the whole time.

"Wei Wuxian!" Jiang Cheng announced as he, Uncle Jiang, and Lan Zhan came in afterwards. "What the fuck is going on? Who the hell attacked you so badly that you had to go to the hospital and take a leave from school?!"

Uncle Jiang sat behind Jiang Yanli. "Yes, A-Ying. Tell us exactly what happened," he said firmly.

"Please do!" Madam Yu snapped. "What did you get yourself into this time?"

Lan Zhan eyed her sharply after he sitting on Wei Ying's right. "Madam Yu. I must ask you to please calm down, and again, to not make assumptions."

She huffed, but said nothing else.

"Lan Wangji told us that you got in a fight before you were attacked," Jiang Cheng remarked, perching on the edge of the loveseat. "I hope you didn't start it."

"I..." Wei Ying began.

"Jiang Wanyin, don't you dare make even the faintest suggestion that he may have," Lan Zhan interrupted.

The warning in his tone and the usage of his courtesy name made Jiang Cheng grow quiet.

"Everyone, please stop," Jiang Yanli begged. "A-Xian, tell us what happened. Tell us who attacked you."

But Wei Ying didn't. He only bowed his head a second time.

Then, to almost everybody's dismay, a tear rolled down his cheek.

He couldn't do it. He couldn't. He was still afraid that they might get angry at him after he told them everything. That they would blame him, hate him.

Jiang Yanli hugged him again. "A-Xian, why are you crying? What happened?" she queried in distress.

Wei Ying didn't respond, just wrapped his arms around her. She became all the more alarmed when she realized that he was actually trembling with fear.

Madam Yu was about to demand that he answer her when she noticed something. "A-Li! Let him go," she ordered.

She quickly obeyed her and moved away.

Madam Yu walked over to the couch and yanked up Wei Ying's sleeves to further reveal the bruises on his wrists. She examined them before gripping his chin to inspect the ones on his head, then the cut on his neck.

After that, she bent down to gaze into his eyes. What looked like comprehension dawned on her expression moments later, and something else...something that Wei Ying couldn't pinpoint...flickered in her own eyes.

"It isn't like him to be this quiet; he would have told us what happened already," Madam Yu pointed out in a low voice. "I think...I think I am beginning to understand..."

"Mom, what do you mean? Understand what?" he demanded when she didn't finish her statement.

He and the others had seen his bruises and cuts as well. Even though Wei Ying didn't seem to be too injured, they had also begun to realize that something was different about him. That something was very wrong.

Madam Yu didn't answer him. Instead, she turned to Lan Zhan. "And you, Wangji. You said more would be explained."

He nodded. "Mn."

"You wouldn't have told us this if you didn't think it was necessary."

"Mn."

She dropped Wei Ying's hands and stood. "Wei Wuxian...tell us everything right now. Do not leave anything out," she commanded.

And with that, Madam Yu sat down on the other couch.

Wei Ying didn't speak at first. He was still too scared to; a part of him wanted to run out of the room.

Lan Zhan reached down to caress his hand. When he looked at him, the former lifted it to place kisses on his knuckles. His eyes were full of reassurance and encouragement.

Be brave, they seemed to tell him.

And after letting out a shuddering breath, Wei Ying proceeded to tell them what happened, starting from the beginning.

Everyone listened to him closely, remaining quiet whenever he stopped to gather himself.

Lan Zhan kept rubbing his hand as he spoke, and Jiang Yanli held the other. She could see that whatever he had to say was going to be difficult.

Wei Ying had reached the part where Wen Chao had pulled him into the alley when he stopped talking altogether. Everybody looked at him expectantly, but he didn't continue.

"What did he do after that?" Jiang Cheng demanded angrily when it was clear that he wouldn't. He was ready to beat Wen Chao's ass himself. "Did he mug you? Did you two keep fighting? What?"

He couldn't answer.

Lan Zhan made Wei Ying face him. "Do you want me to tell them? Would it be easier for you if I did?" he murmured.

He almost said yes, but he shook his head. "No. I'll...I'll do it," he whispered.

Squeezing his hand, Lan Zhan nodded.

Wei Ying shook his head again. "No," he repeated to Jiang Cheng. "Neither happened, even though I did try to fight him."

"What did he do, then?"

"Yes, A-Ying. Explain," Uncle Jiang urged him.

With a tearful, cracking voice, Wei Ying said, "Wen Chao...he...he pushed me to the ground. He punched me in the head when I tried to get away. After that...he..." He had to pause to fight the nausea that crept into his stomach. "After that...he raped me..."

Jiang Yanli's hand flew to her mouth as everyone except Lan Zhan froze in horror and disbelief.

"...He threatened to kill me if I made noise when I told him to get off me...he kept a knife to my throat the whole time. And when he was done, he spit on me and threatened to have me hurt again I said anything."

At this, Jiang Yanli burst into tears and held Wei Ying close. She couldn't believe that Wen Chao would have done that to him. The idea of him being hurt and scared to that degree...with no one knowing or helping him...

It tore her heart apart.

Wei Ying cried into her chest and clung to her as she stroked his hair.

"I'm sorry, everyone...don't hate me. Please don't hate me...Don't hate me, please..." he sobbed imploringly.

"Never, A-Xian, never. We could never hate you; we love you so much," she wept.

"Yes, we do. More than you can imagine," Lan Zhan agreed.

"Don't apologize, this isn't your fault," she added.

Jiang Cheng slowly stood up, his fists clenched as he trembled with rage. "That bastard...that asshole...he did this to my gege..."

He turned to storm out of room. "I'm going to kill him! I'm going to find that bastard and KILL HIM!" he roared.

Madam Yu bolted up too. "Jiang Wanyin, get your ass back here and sit down!" she yelled.

She hadn't said a word up until this point. When Wei Ying revealed what happened, she had been speechless for - perhaps - the first time in her life.

And for once, she didn't know how to feel.

Jiang Cheng refused to come back, so Uncle Jiang quickly followed after him. He caught him before he could leave the house and shoved him back onto the loveseat.

"Do as your mother says. Sit, and remain seated," he ordered in a tone that brooked no argument.

When he attempted to anyway, Madam Yu gave him a warning stare. He huffed and closed his mouth, and she flicked her arms before sitting down again. She needed to process all of this.

Meanwhile, Uncle Jiang knelt down to rub Wei Ying's back and turned to Lan Zhan with fury blazing in his eyes. "Did you have the police informed about what happened? Please tell me that you did."

He nodded. "I did. We are still waiting for them to contact us."

Uncle Jiang inclined his head also. "Good." To Wei Ying, he murmured, "Shhh, shhh. We're here, A-Ying. We're here. It is going to be all right. We will make sure that monster pays for what he did..."

"And he better hope that I don't get to him before they do," Jiang Cheng snarled, cracking his knuckles.

"...We will be here every step of the way. I guarantee it," Uncle Jiang continued.

Wei Ying let out another sob. "You will? Promise?"

He kissed his hair. "I promise."


Author's note: Hi! I'm sorry I took so long to update. Had a bit of trouble writing this chapter. As always, I hope you liked it, and please let me know your thoughts.

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