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Confessions of the Magpie Wizard Book 3: Dissolution (Chapter 70, 71 & 72)
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Chapter 70
Iâll spare you the other details of our plans for the War Games. I donât remember them well, besides that they showed Hiroâs love for flanking attacks. Heâd have been a fine cavalryman in the age when soldiers rode on horseback.
I slipped off after class. I had nailed down most of the details of my scheme, but there were two major obstacles who could scupper the whole plan. One was Maggie herself, but I couldnât very well do much about that. I thought I knew the impulsive woman well enough to guess her reaction when I sprang things on her, but there was always the chance she could surprise me.
The other threat, though, was more within my power to deal with. I needed Mrs. Pereraâs approval and cooperation for a key component of my setup, so I couldnât sideswipe her with it like I could Maggie.
So it was that I strode into room 2-C with a smile on my face and a few leftover cookies in my bag. I had frozen them, hoping to keep them fresh until the right moment. A few seconds in the microwave had them smelling fresh baked, and I set them on the edge of her desk.
âMrs. Perera! Youâre looking especially lovely today. Do you have a moment?â
The wizened teacher looked up from her work, which looked to me like the exam papers from the week before. She flipped up her glasses, her warm smile missing a few teeth. âI always have time for you. Itâs my business, after all. Speaking of, is this school business or you-know-what business?â
âYou-know-what business,â I replied.
The world outside warped for a moment, before coming to a complete halt. Without waiting, Mrs. Perera grabbed one of the sugar cookies and it vanished so quickly that it almost seemed magical. âTastes like that pacifistâs work,â she said.
âObservant as always, maâam.â
Her heavy-lidded gaze was a reproach in itself. âAlright, youâre really trying to butter me up. How bad is it?â
âI wouldnât call it bad, exactly. It simply requires a bit of discretion.â
Her expression didnât change. I had to resist flinching away from her. âI was a founding member of the Holy Brotherhood and havenât been caught in fifteen years. I think I can keep a secret.â
âWait, fifteen years? But the Holy Brotherhood was only declared a terrorist organization this year.â
She smirked at me. âWeâve never been popular. I like to set policy in the shadows. Itâs dangerous being the face of anything.â
I sat on the desk and slid over. âYour wisdom is only matched by your beauty. I-â
She slammed her fist on the table. âQuit stalling and spit it out!â
I gulped. âAlright. The attack is Saturday.â
Her eyebrow raised. âOh, is it? Funny, I thought we agreed with Holy Sister Shrike that we werenât moving until the next school year was in full swing.â
âIf I can speak frankly?â
âOf course.â
âI think Ms. Edwardsâ judgement is compromised. Sheâs being too cautious after what happened to Brother Magpie.â
Mrs. Pereraâs cackle echoed through the ball of slowed time. âYou mean after you happened to Brother Magpie.â
I ignored the pang of regret. âYes, after he didnât give me much of a choice. He was a disagreeable little worm.â
âHe was Maggieâs type, though. Dumb and loyal. Makes me wonder why she seems fond of you.â She leaned in, whispering. âYou arenât banging her, are you?â
âPerish the thought,â I replied.
She straightened back up, nodding for emphasis. âGood, good. Keep your business and pleasure separate.â
âSeems Maggie and Maus are the only Holy Brothers who didnât get that memo,â I replied. âItâs why I can see that sheâs leaving a prime opportunity on the table. The whole scheme relies on being able to capture the whole student body at once, right? We know that all of the classes will be having their war games at the same time this weekend. Whatâs to say they donât start staggering the schedule next year? What if the Anti-Demonic League forces the Headmaster to switch back to using practice spells and to stop wasting magical energy on his Peace Bond? We know it can work on Saturday. We may not have another chance.â
Mrs. Perera didnât respond right away. She snapped up the last cookie, nibbling thoughtfully as she paced back and forth. âWhy arenât you having this conversation with the leader of our cell?â
âBecause she needs to either think itâs her idea, or she needs to be trapped in it. I tried the former, so Iâm resorting to the latter. Besides, you might have the most important part to play in my plan.â
She reached out her hand, runes snapping into place. âTo me.â Her cane flew into her hand. I had seen Tachibana cast the spell before; I wondered if they reserved that trick for second year.
âWhy do you want to move things up? Youâre awfully gung-ho about this.â
I had anticipated her being suspicious. Probably how she stayed undetected all those years. âDid she tell you about my background? My true background?â
I felt her eyes drilling into me. âReformed demonkin? Yes.â
Slumping my shoulders, I tried to look as penitent as I could. âWe are a small band against a school of wizards. I have much to make up for, and I donât want to let the opportunity slip by.â
Mrs. Perera closed her eyes, letting out a long breath. Her outline blurred, and I realized that she had sped up her own little pocket of time without dropping her control of mine. I was only glad that the Enemy had wasted such a horrifying talent on that old crone.
I felt a hand brush across my ass, which told me that she wasnât taking things too seriously. She came back into easy view a few feet from where I had last seen her.
âAnd you call Maggie impulsive,â I grumbled. Something else I wouldnât miss back in Pandemonium.
âItâs the toll,â she said. âAlright, Soren. Iâll go along with it. Iâm not sure how much longer I can keep teaching. Not as spry as I used to be. I want to live to see an Anti-Demonic League that is willing to take the Horde seriously.â
âIf you retire, you could devote yourself to the Brotherhood completely,â I offered.
The sharp slam of her cane against the ground made me flinch. âNo! If I canât teach, Iâm a waste of resources, and Iâll free them up for the next generation. Iâve lived long enough; if I wasnât a wizard, Iâd have done it ages ago.â
That gave me pause. A radical who was actually consistent with her creed? It was almost refreshing. âYou wonât regret this.â
âYouâd better hope so,â she replied. âAlright, what do you need me to do?â
âTell me,â I said, waving my hand at the bubble of distorted time that surrounded us. âCan you do your trick in reverse? Make time in a certain area run more slowly than outside of it?â
She didnât need to snort so derisively. âChildâs play. Why?â
A grin spread across my lips. âI need you to waste somebodyâs time. Also, you have something else Iâll need to borrow.â All of that time spent knitting was about to pay off.
Chapter 71
Iâll give Holy Sister Macaw this much: once she was on board, she was on board. She had nearly talked my ear off for a relative hour, going over this and that minor detail I had overlooked. I wondered if she napped so much because she was storing her energy for important moments like these.
On my way out of Mrs. Pereraâs room, I was surprised to hear a familiar, overly cheerful voice behind me. âOh, Magpie! Fancy running into you here.â
I started. Sure, Maggie and Mrs. Perera held class on the same floor, but just how late had Maggie stayed grading? I had expected to be alone that late in the evening.
A glance at a clock solved the mystery. It only seemed like I had been held up for hours by the diminutive Brazilian; barely fifteen minutes had passed for everyone else.
âGood evening, Ms. Edwards.â If she was going to pretend to be a chipper teacher, Iâd play the polite student. âYou seem to be in good spirits tonight.â
She waved me over. âNo sense having our chat in the hallway. Come into my room. Iâll put on some tea.â
My stomach grumbled, convinced that I had skipped dinner completely. âIâd love to, but Iâm expected elsewhere.â
By the Dark Lord, what a scowl. So much for her teacherly mask! âI have to insist. I was hoping to have a chat with you anyway.â
I sighed internally as she vanished into class 2-C. âMaggie, can I ask you a question before we start?â
âAnything for you, little Magpie.â She sat on the edge of her desk, her pencil skirt shifting dangerously high up her shapely legs. It was on purpose, no doubt.
I pointed at a wall covered in kitten posters and saccharine sentiments. âWhy do you decorate your room like this? I feel like Iâm about to get diabetes every time I come in here.â
She blinked twice, pursing her lips. âI canât say I thought about it too deeply. When I walk into Asahiâs room, all I can think about is battle and warfare. Iâd just rather look at something calming and encouraging.â
âAnd the fact that it fits the happy-go-lucky teacher you pretend to be doesnât hurt.â
Her flinch told me Iâd struck close to home. âI didnât used to pretend. I always thought I was an optimist, until Madagascar.â
I felt my mouth tighten. âReality tends to have the final vote.â
âYes, it does. That isnât why I wanted to talk with you. Do you know what today is?â
I searched my memory, trying to think of what she was after. I couldnât think of any major holiday or event.
âThe last day of August?â I ventured.
She shook her head. âThis would have been Soren Marloweâs birthday. The real one.â
âThen why the devil would you want me here?â I asked. Had this been a trap? For all I knew, she was about to use her affinity to send a spear of glass right through my heart. My Mimic Sight caught no flicker of magic in her body, though.
âBecause youâre the only one who knows what he was to me,â she replied. âThereâs no grave to visit. No urn of ashes. The Horde took that from me too. He needs somebody to remember him.â
âIs there possibly anybody else?â Please?
She shook her head again. âHis familyâs gone, as far as I can tell.â Maggieâs humorless laugh felt like a slap to the face. âYou can relax, you faker. Youâre the closest he has to a legacy. I figure if youâre going to wear his name, you should know about him.â
I already did; I had slain him, after all. Specifically, either I or one of the orcs or goblins under my hand had gotten ahold of him when we burnt down the English school of magic to the ground. If my memory hadnât deceived me, he hadnât fought well. If he was lucky, it was a goblin. The spindly little things donât like fighting much. They try to put down humans quickly. Orcs revel in violence for its own sake.
I was tempted to leave right then and there. I only had to keep Maggie happy through Saturday. She could stand to be cross with me. Soon enough, she wouldnât be my problem.
I stayed, though. Maybe it was guilt at plotting behind her back. Perhaps it was curiosity about my namesake. I think it was the realization that I wouldnât have too many more conversations with a real human being when I went home. Maggie was oddly sincere, after a fashion. That would be rare in Pandemonium.
âAlright, Iâm listening.â
Maggie stood, holding her hands behind her back and she began to pace. In a rare moment, the pretense of the seductress faded away. Itâs not that her form changed, and her curvaceous body was still in a button-up blouse a size too small for comfort. Still, she wasnât moving for maximum effect. She didnât want my gaze; she wanted my attention.
âSoren Marlowe was a young man whose mother came over to London when Denmark fell,â she said. âShe married a fisherman who was never home for long, so English was his second language. Even when he got to the school, he had a little bit of an accent.â She smiled warmly, for a moment reminding me of Marikoâs motherly aura. âHe was so lost at Merlin. It took him a few days to memorize his schedule. When he was confused, he had the most thoughtfully vacant look in his eyes. Like the wheels were spinning, but not making any traction.â
âAnd you decided he was your type, eh?â
âHe needed me,â she replied. âYouâre nothing like him. He was a sweet boy, and it always felt like I was seeing something for the first time when I was with him. It was so distracting the way his eyes lit up when I demonstrated a spell. He wanted to rush and try it out himself. He usually failed, but he never gave up. He was always so adorable.â
I squirmed where I stood. By the Dark Lord, it sounded like my own lo- affection for Kiyo. âIt sounds like you truly cared for him.â
Her blue eyes narrowed. âYou just had to steal his name. Of all of the students at Merlin, you couldnât have been that scoundrel Richard Comer, or one of the beige little nothings like Tom Brown. You had to show up in school wearing his name. I actually got my hopes up when they told me you were transferring in. It seemed impossible, but why would the headmaster lie about that? There you were, talking with those girls. They called you Soren and it struck me all at once that Soren Marlowe wasnât running late.â
âYou were cross with me from the start,â I said.
Fire burned her eyes as she strode over, her heels clacking as she went. Her slender finger poked the end of my nose. âCross? I was livid. I could have saved us all a lot of trouble if I had just exposed you right then!â
âYou could have,â I conceded. I took a step back, adjusting my collar. âYouâll understand if youâre glad you didnât. Now, are we here to celebrate the old Soren, or to tear down the new? Iâll leave if itâs just the latter.â
She shrank back. âNo, wait.â She smirked at me. âHe wouldnât have had it in him to talk back, either.â
âLetâs be honest, my dear,â I said. âIt sounds like you wouldnât have liked him if he had.â
She didnât respond right away.
âThe truth hurts, doesnât it?â
She walked over, looking me nearly in the eye. She was a tall woman, and her heels helped even more. âYou really love pushing my buttons, donât you?â
âJust as you love pushing mine,â I replied.
Her laugh was genuine. âYouâre an enormous tease.â
âSo Iâm told.â
âIf this wasnât his day, I might try to make you forget that Jones girl.â She leaned in, delivering a chaste kiss on the cheek. An intoxicating cherry scent filled my nostrils, and her eyes sparkled with desire. Perhaps I had been wrong before; maybe the blouse was two sizes too small. Her buttons strained as she breathed in, struggling to contain the treasures within. I almost consideredâŚ
No. Iâd hold out. I owed Kiyo that much.
I stepped back, though more reluctantly than I would have thought. âWill that be all, maâam?â
âNo, thatâs it. I thought you should know. Itâs funny, I would have lost my job if they suspected. He was a grown man, but they treat you all like children. But, if I hadnât loved him, there would be nobody to mourn him.â
Was I feeling sympathy for her, after all the distress she had caused me? I really had gone too human! âItâs a strange, twisted world.â
Like a balloon being inflated, Maggieâs drive reentered her body. Soon, the seductress was back. âGood luck on Saturday. Youâre going to have some stiff competition in the Grand Melee, so donât expect to win.â
I barked a harsh laugh. âYou could at least try to have some faith in me!â
She shrugged. âI call them like I see them. Maybe youâll surprise me?â
âOh, I promise I will,â I said. I beat a hasty retreat after that. I didnât want to let my sly grin give the whole game away.
Chapter 72
Nagoya, Japan
Saturday, September 3rd, 2050
I awoke earlier than normal. I beat my alarm by a good hour. It must have been a case of nerves.
Just as well. I had no time to waste. I gathered up my important belongings into a duffel bag: m journals in demonic script, which were my proof that I hadnât just been âchasing co-edsâ like Fera thought, my civilian clothes, and a few choice bits from my pile of pilfered goods. Mixed in with loose pens and buttons were coins, batteries, random snacks, and other mundane items I might find useful. At least my kleptomania could pay its rent sometimes.
I stopped short when I came upon my GoSato. I wavered on whether that should go in the bag or not. It wasnât like there was regular electrical service back home, though I could probably figure out magic to charge it with the proper voltage. It was more that I couldnât glance at it without thinking of Kiyo, and I knew she was about to become a regretful memory.
Ultimately, I decided to bring it with me. I could always dispose of it later if I changed my mind, and I could find a hundred bored noblemen in Pandemonium who would pay good coin for a working game console. The black scarf with the white and black trim Kiyo had made me, though? That I had to admit only had sentimental value, but into the pack it went.
Once my escape supplies were packed, it was time to get my other gear in order. First was Ratteâs communication fabricata, as well as a demonic unit from Dante. Fortunately for me, they were compact and had an entirely different feel in my pocket. I wouldnât want to get those mixed up!
Maggieâs disguise wand and a few SD cards went in my deepest pocket. Hours of looking at self-impressed men on SatoGram had finally paid off. I could look like the good Nurse Kazushi, the vain Indonesian accountant, or a Hawaiian surfer as the situation demanded. The Nurse was the most complete disguise, since her SD card included the voice samples, but she was a layperson of the Holy Brotherhood. She might be the target of a dragnet, so I wasnât eager to wear her form, even ignoring the gender bender aspect of the disguise.
A few other weapons that had âwandered offâ in the course of my training found themselves on my person: a backup dagger strapped to my ankle, a set of fabricata brass knuckles, and a handful of fabricata bullets from the times I had gone shooting with Kiyo. The security around the training weapons was surprisingly lax; it just required some sleight of hand and misdirection. I had no gun to fire the bullets with, but experience had taught me they could store a spell and make decent magical grenades in a pinch. Hopefully I could save one for the trip home; the boys in Research and Development would love to inspect an intact magical bullet.
I stashed my bag in the back of a janitorâs closet on the bottom floor behind an unopened box of toilet paper. Next up was to swap my flawed fabricata circuit board into the Peace Bond Mk. II. It was still fifteen minutes before my normal wakeup time, so I expected to have the headmasterâs workshop to myself.
âGood morning, Mr. Marlowe,â said a startled Tachibana. âWhat brings you here without knocking?â The corpulent man was still dressed in a bathrobe and pajamas, though he still wore his signature bowler hat. I had wondered before, but he was clearly bald. He was fiddling with the Peace Bond transmitter. Leave it to a tinkerer to want to make tweaks the day of the bloody main event!
I bowed respectfully, slipping the board back into my pocket. âGood morning to you too, sir. I was hoping I could have a word with you.â
âOf course,â he said, smiling broadly. âWhatâs on your mind?â
What was on my mind? I improvised quickly. âItâs a case of nerves. I was hoping to get some words of encouragement before the War Games, and youâre the only one I know to be up so early on a Saturday.â
Setting aside his tools, he stood and made his way over. âOf course. Can I get you some tea?â
âThat sounds lovely, actually.â
The cup of steaming green brew he handed me tasted so sweet that I nearly gagged. The mystery of his weight problem became a tad less mysterious. Oh, well. I sipped it down. One does what one must for mannersâ sake.
He sat back down again, his poor stool protesting under the weight. âNerves, is it?â
âIâm not worried so much for myself,â I said, perhaps being a bit more honest than I ought to have. Headmaster Tachibana had an openness that made him easy to confide in. I supposed thatâs what made him a halfway decent teacher. âIâm worried that Iâm about to let an awful lot of people down. My entire future hinges on today, and Iâm worried I wonât be able to live up to whatâs expected of me.â
âDonât be so dramatic, Soren! This isnât a real battle. The worst that can happen today is that your team places poorly and you stay in remedial classes.â
If only. âYouâre right, sir.â
âI remember what itâs like to be your age,â he said. âI didnât like losing either. I guarantee that overthinking things and getting yourself tied up in knots is will not help your performance.â
âYouâre right, sir. I just need to focus on my duty.â
âExactly. If it makes you feel better, I slept like a baby last night. I donât have a worry in the world. Do you know why?â
Well, wasnât that bloody wonderful for him! âNo, sir. Why?â
âItâs thanks to you and Ms. Jones. All of the testing we did on the Peace Bond Mk. II guarantees that nobody is going to die or be hurt today.â
Iâm not sure how I kept a straight face, but I did. I nodded, forcing something like a relieved smile to my lips. âYes, that is a relief.â
Finishing off the sugary slop he called his morning tea, the headmaster hopped onto his feet. âWell, as long as youâre here, could you give me a hand? I need to get the transmitters and magical batteries up to the roof of the Tower, and you could save me a few trips.â
He was giving me easy access to the Peace Bond? Our Father Below does come through sometimes. âOf course, sir. Always a pleasure to help you out.â
It turned out to take eight trips, all told. The Peace Bond transmitter was the easy part. Hauling the two dozen batteries, each the width of my arm and made of dense metals, gave me quite the workout.
He nearly gave me a heart attack as we lined up the first load of batteries in the towerâs main hallway. âI believe thereâs a cart in the janitorâs closet. That should make it easier to haul these to the elevator.â
âLet me, sir!â I might have been too eager after hauling a stack of batteries over, but I knew my luck. Heâd somehow find a way to stumble upon my emergency pack.
He was right about the cart, though. We couldnât use it on the grassy lawn leading to his workshop, but it made the second leg of the journey much simpler. Unfortunately, the elevator only reached the penultimate floor. We still had to make the last leg of the journey on foot, and since I was in the possession of two working legs, I ended up being the brawn while he wired the contraption together.
âOh my,â said Headmaster Tachibana on our first trip up the stairs. âSomeone seems to have left the door unlocked.â
âDo you think delinquents have been hanging out up here?â I knew the answer, of course. Delinquents like Kiyo and I, the day Iâd ended Haruâs miserable life.
âProbably. I will have to let maintenance take care of it on Monday.â
I wiped the sweat from my brow as I hefted the last of the fabricata batteries into place. The whole lot of them positively stank of Roseâs lavender scent, and I had to stifle a sneeze. I hadnât noticed them having a scent when they were inert before, but then I hadnât been up close and personal with so many at once. âDo we need quite so many of them?â
âIt may be slightly overkill,â he responded, sitting in the center of a center of the roof paved with gravel. âThink of it like this, though. We have hundreds of students who will be using the Peace Bond simultaneously in the midst of intense fights. Would you want to risk somebodyâs shield running out at the wrong moment?â
I winced, my mind running back again to Kiyoâs tumble down the mountain. âYour point is well made, sir. Itâs astounding that one transmitter can manage the whole student body.â
âThatâs the beauty of blending magic and technology,â he said, busily tying rune-covered wires together. âAs long as it had sufficient magical energy and everybody had a uniform with a unique identifier, we could shield eight thousand students at once.â
âEight thousandâŚâ Bloody Hell, Tachibana couldnât die soon enough! The military applications for that sort of long-range defense were blatantly obvious. And to think the Wizard Corps told him it was a waste of time! Maggie and the rest had a point about their government.
I shook my head, clearing away my shock. I could be flabbergasted later. âIs it on now?â
âNot until we complete the magical circuit.â He hunkered down, just avoiding hitting his head on the transmitterâs large dish. He pointed to a metal plug at the base of the device, which led back to a ratâs nest of wires coming from the stacked batteries. âOnce that connection gets made, the Peace Bond will run until we unplug it again or it runs out of power.â
âFascinating.â I shivered as a breeze blew across my forehead. Being on the roof gave me flashbacks to when Maggie had interrupted Kiyo and I during a romantic interlude, and the powerful winds that had buffeted us. It was early yet, but by the evening the gusts of wind had been so noisy that we could barely talk right next to each other.
I managed to stop myself from exposing that I had been to the roof before. Instead, I said, âArenât there powerful winds up here? What if something knocks the devices over?â Those were going to be our leverage, after all, and the wires didnât look too secure.
âAn excellent point,â he said. âLet me handle this; you need your magic for the War Games.â He took a handful of seed from his pocket and spread it around the Peace Bond and batteries in a wide circle. Before I could ask what he was on about, he bent over and his body positively shimmered with magic. I think I would have seen his affinity at work even without my Mimic affinity.
In an instant, a thicket taller than me had sprung up around the machinery. The roots burrowed into the gravel, dissolving it like sugar in the Headmasterâs green tea. The level of the gravel dipped noticeably. Another pulse of energy flew from his body, directing the plants to wrap their roots and branches with those of their neighbors for support. He left a gap in the windbreak facing the stairway that was wide enough for him to pass through, which meant that two of me could have stood side by side.
âBy the Dark Lord,â I murmured just under my breath. For the first time, I believed that he could have created the forest surrounding the Nagoya Tower from nothing. âThatâs astounding. How did you⌠Sir, Iâm no botanist, but donât plants usually need soil and water?â
âItâs the effect of my Green Thumb affinity,â he replied. âWhile theyâre under my care, they can feed off just about anything.â He pointed out towards the distant pines surrounding us. âThe whole school was built on a contaminated industrial site. I am assured the soil is pristine now.â
I nodded, deciding not to call attention to his humble bragging. âMost impressive, sir.â
âI almost feel sorry for them,â he replied. âMy magic was enough to nourish them to start with, but theyâll all wither and die soon enough. It seems like a waste of good seed. Itâs not their fault where they were planted.â
âNobody can choose that,â I replied. âTheyâll just have to do their part.â
He nodded. âThank you for the assist, Mr. Marlowe. We both have business to attend to, so I must bid you a good morning.â
âYes, Iâm meeting my team in the library,â I said. It was a lie, but I needed to throw him off the scent. The library was on the same level as the elevatorâs top floor, so I could vanish in there for a moment without drawing his attention.
As expected, the library was abandoned that time of the morning, except for a stern librarian fumbling with a pile of musty books. I took a moment to admire the enormous stained-glass windows showing the schoolâs location on a map of Japan. I couldnât judge from where I stood, but I estimated them to be around double my height. Some artisan must have spent days or weeks toiling away to get it just right. It almost seemed like a shame that Iâd be destroying such a work of art.
Almost.
Once I was sure Headmaster Tachibana was gone, I slipped back upstairs. I made two modifications to his hard work. First, I swapped the good fabricata circuit board for my faulty one, guaranteeing that the students would be rendered immobile at the least breeze. Then, I diverted one of the batteriesâ wires into a much smaller fabricata, a sphere I was able to easily hide between two of the power banks. There was plenty of power to spare, after all. âThank you for being paranoid, Headmaster.â
Dante had come through again. The demonic fabricata was a technology jammer similar to what Haru and the other Holy Brothers had used during the botched attack on Mr. Maki, connected to a remote-control transmitter I could activate with a simple spell. Once I was safely away from the Tower, I could use it to jam anything more complicated than a vacuum tube for miles around. I didnât think anybody would have the time to try and pursue little old me once the fireworks show started, but I wasnât going to leave anything to chance.
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