Upstate New York, USA

Fall 2015

"That's enough for today," Nadine called out, and the sounds of sparring that had been echoing around the training area tapered off into chatter as the room began to clear. Pausing to exchange a one armed hug, she waved Nina off after the Twins, the pair of them already following the former S.H.I.E.L.D. personnel out of the training centre. Nadine couldn't help but grin after them as they passed through the sliding doors heading out to the corridor.

Even though her eyes narrowed as Pietro reached out to grab Nina's hand just as they turned the corner out of sight. Something Pietro noticed, causing Nadine to smirk internally as he defiantly lifted his chin but still quickened his pace, not quite able to hide a nervous swallow at her impassive scrutiny. Nadine restrained a chuckle. It really was too easy, sometimes.

They were all three of them making remarkable progress. It was certainly taking some work to get the Twins to disengage from their powers for the duration of her sessions, but it was something Nadine believed was necessary. But once she'd gotten them both to agree that learning to fight properly and effectively without their powers would be valuable—Pietro had been particularly stubborn on that front—they'd both really gotten into the sessions. Pietro's competitive side had certainly come out, and Nadine was pleased with how Wanda's self-confidence seemed to be getting a healthy boost as she improved. Especially in weapons training.

And, not that Nadine was surprised, but Nina was doing pretty well herself. But then, she'd always seemed to enjoy whatever sort of hand-to-hand training Nadine had suggested over the years.

Though it didn't come out often, Nina did have a competitive side and this sort of training was a good outlet for it. It didn't hurt either that she was good. Her face off against Strucker's mercenaries in Vienna had been proof enough of that alone, not to mention her history with martial arts growing up. What little of Nadine and Barnes' Enhancement she'd inherited certainly manifested on the sparring mats. Nina was quick, stronger than she looked and clever enough to take advantage of it. She had good reflexes and she had a dash of daring that often appeared when her adrenaline was pumping or when her emotions ran high.

This training was good for her, Nadine had to admit. All of it, not just the hand-to-hand training. Nadine hadn't seen Nina's eyes light up like they had during some of Natasha's problem-solving exercises since...well, since before Prague. Nina was gaining her own confidence back every time she proved herself capable of passing every one of Natasha or Nadine's tests, every time she proved she wasn't helpless. Not that anyone, Nadine especially, had considered her anything but capable. By all accounts, Nina had held her own remarkably well that day in Vienna, and she'd kept her head in Sokovia when many others would not have held up to the strain done half so well.

But Nadine wasn't blind. That she hadn't been able to fight off Strucker's goons altogether had shaken Nina. Just as it bothered her that she hadn't done more to stand up to Strucker or Ultron. Not that any of it was her fault; arguably she'd made the smart decision to keep her head down, especially with Ultron. But that didn't mean it hadn't worn at Nina's confidence.

So training was a good thing. It was helping her face her insecurities and work through her lingering frustrations from what she'd gone through.

And perhaps she was just being overly optimistic, but Nadine was also fairly certain that Nina was finally starting to admit to herself that this, a life among the Avengers, wasn't exactly what she wanted. Oh, Nadine was fairly sure Nina wouldn't want to leave it behind anymore—feelings of 'belonging' were hard to fight, after all—but she was convinced Nina didn't want to be immersed in it either.

There had been a couple times recently when she'd caught her daughter glancing over the websites to a couple of the schools she'd applied to, a conflicted, thoughtful look on her face as she'd stared at the screen. Of course, as soon as she'd noticed she wasn't alone, the page would be gone and Nina would be acting like there was not a thing bothering her. Not that she could fool Nadine, of course.

But it was a cue, and a blatant one, that Nina was beginning to think beyond what had happened to her and the world she now found herself a part of. And that was immeasurably reassuring to Nadine. It meant Nina was beginning to grow more comfortable in her own skin again, with who she was, and was beginning to think about what she wanted again over what she thought was expected, what she believed was required of her.

She was, perhaps, even beginning to realize that she didn't have to prove she belonged in this world.

That she didn't have to prove it to Nadine.

To Nadine, it was tangible proof that Nina was truly healing from her ordeal and all the stress the ensuing days after Sokovia had placed on her. That she was learning to bear the weight Nadine had begrudgingly placed on her young shoulders. That she was apparently thinking of picking her life back up again? That she was once again beginning to consider the future that she'd wanted before all of this? That she was genuinely thinking of her future? That she wasn't just going along with this because the Twins were? It was a good sign.

And even if, after all this, she still chose to aim toward someday becoming an Avenger, Nadine couldn't say she'd be unhappy. So long as Nina had really thought it through, if she'd genuinely considered her options and what she wanted to do with her life? So long as Nina wasn't sacrificing what she truly wanted to pursue what she believed she should want? At the end of the day, Nadine didn't care what she chose.

Well, yes, she would care a little. And she'd worry, excessively no doubt, but ultimately she'd be satisfied so long as Nina was happy and free to have the life she wanted.

That was what she'd fought and lied and killed for, after all.

Still, Nadine didn't think that was the path her daughter would settle on. Especially given that Nadine was convinced that this world of Avengers couldn't offer Nina the life she wanted. Not exactly.

Of course, she'd never not be a part of it, not anymore. But she didn't have to disappear into it, either. It was possible, after all, to have a foot in both worlds. It wasn't easy, but it could be done. Stark's sister made that clear. As did Dr. Cho and Thor's friend Dr. Selvig. Even Sam was keeping up his work at the VA on top of his commitment to the Avengers. Recently he was splitting their time rather effectively between the Compound and the world average, everyday people were a part of. And that Rhodes was the same went without saying. If that was something her daughter wanted, it was certainly something Nina could pursue.

But she needed to realize she had that option first.

And she was getting there, Nadine couldn't help but think with a smile as she watched her daughter disappear around the corner with the Twins. With a bit of help, of course. Nadine had certainly been alluding to such things, to options and possibilities beyond the Avengers. Just as she knew her sister had been as well. Nat's mastery of the subtle—and not so subtle—had been on full display the last few weeks...culminating during one of Meg Stark's most recent visits to the facility. Nina had been drawn into an hour-long discussion about the Maria Stark Relief Foundation with Tony's sister thanks to Natasha's meddling; a manipulation that the redhead had been profoundly satisfied with. And more than once Nadine had come across her sister chatting almost too casually in Nina's hearing either with or about Dr. Cho, marvelling about how she balanced her work with the Avengers while still maintaining her own separate research lab in Seoul in the regular world. Once it had been with Sam about his trips back to DC to check in with his old VA office and the people he'd grown close to there. It had been hard to miss the smug glints in her sister's vibrant eyes on such occasions at the determined way Nina had been pretending not to listen.

Nadine also suspected Steve had said something to her daughter, having heard from Nat that the Captain had taken the time to have a chat with each of the prospective new Avengers about their training, where their heads were, and if they still truly wanted to one day be a part of the Team. And he'd included Nina among that number. If what she'd heard from Natasha was correct, Steve had caught onto Nina's reluctance to fully commit to the training as well, and had urged her to really think about if it was was something she wanted to pursue.

What was really encouraging was that it seemed like Nina was listening.

To all of them.

She seemed to be genuinely contemplating whether being a part of the Avengers—in whatever capacity—was really what she wanted.

And Nadine couldn't be happier.

Especially when Nina had confronted her about it.

"Do you think I could really be an Avenger? Really?" It had caught her by surprise, and given how Nina had blurted out the question, the words all but spilling past her lips, Nina hadn't fully planned on asking either. Nadine honestly hadn't known how to answer. A million different responses had flown through her head, and no 'one' of them felt like the right way to go about it. She'd finally gone with the truth, Or, at least the truth as she saw it.

"Are you capable? Yes, I think so," she'd said, affirming her words with a reassuring grin. "Knowing what Nat and Rogers expect? Knowing what I would expect in their shoes? You're holding your own, solnyshko, and improving every day. You have every potential to become as good a fighter as any one of us. When you push yourself? Some days you're just as quick and clever as Natasha. Even as fast as me. One day? You could very well be good enough to become an Avenger." As she'd spoken, Nina's tense frame had begun to relax, reassuring Nadine in turn. But despite the relief on her face, Nina had still appeared reserved, her blue-grey eyes thoughtful.

It was at that realization that Nadine had sobered, pointedly ignoring the hopeful way her stomach had started to flip as she continued: "but do I think you'd be happy?" Nina's face had fallen just as Nadine had expected. But the thoughtful expression had remained, something in her eyes suggesting to Nadine that Nina might just have heard her own innermost thoughts echoed.

Nadine hoped that had been the case. But now it was really just a waiting game. Waiting to see what Nina decided to do.

But that didn't mean Nadine couldn't prepare. Premature or not, she had started working on one of Nina's new covers, prepping it...just in case.

After all, if she did want to pursue a life beyond the Compound, especially if she did decide she wanted to continue on with her plans to go on to school, Nina would need a properly constructed identity, complete with academic history and the whole package.

Couldn't hurt to be ready, right?

Nadine grinned to herself at the thought as she began to wrap her wrists, preparing for her own round of exercises now that the training session she'd led was over. It wouldn't do to let her own discipline slip, after all. Across the room, her heard the door hiss open. So she wasn't surprised when her thoughts were interrupted.

"You look pleased about something." She glanced up at the Captain's faintly amused observation, taking in the easy way he dropped his gym bag to begin loosening up. Nadine forced herself to focus on his question, turning her gaze back to her wrist bindings. Her grin deepened.

"Well, Nina's in a much better place these days. The training's helping in more ways than one, I think." She stole a glance at Steve as he nodded absently, reaching into his bag for some wraps of his own. It was hard to resist, really, especially given that his workout wear left his impressive arms on full display and did little to disguise the breadth of his shoulders or his perfectly defined torso. The man was certainly not hard to look at.

But ogling a co-worker was the height of unprofessional, and Nadine forced her attention away from the Captain, stepping up to one of the room's flesh-tones practice dummies and letting out a few warm-up swings and kicks to get her blood moving.

One bonus of sharing training facilities with the Avengers? Top quality equipment.

It was almost enough to keep her mind off the fact that she could feel the Captain watching her. Appraising her, even. The same way she had been watching him maybe? Now that was a ridiculous thought to crown them all. She shook the thought from her head. He wouldn't look at her that way. Why would he? As objectively attractive as she might be, she was also the woman who had taken advantage of his best friend, whether he blamed her for it or not. A man as good and noble as Steve? He wouldn't think of her that way. Especially not since she also had a history and a daughter with that same friend. So, pleasant as the thought of him looking might be, she pushed it and the accompanying flush away.

So instead she changed the topic. Sort of. She changed it so far as her thoughts were concerned, at least.

"So I—I heard you talked to Nina. About—" she paused in her assault on the dummy to gesture loosely around her, "—about all this." She looked over to him again, catching sight of him over by the sound system Stark had insisted on installing, flicking it on as he fiddled with his phone. He glanced up at her question and, seeing her looking his way, held up the phone in silent question: do you mind a little music? She shook her head. She didn't mind. As far as she was concerned, it was another element to strain her senses as she trained, which was always a useful exercise. Looking back to the phone, he still answered despite his concentration on getting the device to sync.

"I did." Nadine considered him. There was something to his tone, something—she caught him glancing at her from the corner of his eye and it clicked—nearly apologetic. He was worried he'd overstepped. "She's a smart kid, Nadine. She knows what she wants. She just...I don't think she realizes she knows yet. I just tried to help." He glanced up then, his expression certain despite the apology written in his eyes. Nadine couldn't help but grin.

"Well, maybe it'll help hearing it from someone other than me." He grinned back at her response, relief clear on his face as he turned back to his phone, having finally gotten it to sync. Good. She didn't like the idea of him feeling bad for genuinely trying to help Nina. It might have been nice had he spoken to her first, Nadine admitted to herself, but she also found she really didn't mind. Not when it was Steve. Not in this instance, at least. Besides, she knew she needed to stop treating Nina like a child, including with other adults. And she knew she couldn't be Nina's filter forever, even if part of her wanted to be. Besides, she just instinctively knew Steve really did have Nina's best interests at heart. Oddly enough, where Nina was concerned, she had come to trust him. Just as she did with Natasha, really.

Had it been anyone else she knew she would've taken issue, whether she agreed with their reasons or not. She nearly frowned at the turn her thoughts had taken. It was odd, really. She could count the number of people she trusted with her daughter on one hand: Natasha, Barton, Laura—a new addition, but a surprisingly easy one—and admittedly the Twins had come to sneak their way onto her list as well...and so had Steve. God, she was up to two hands, wasn't she.

It was then that she truly realized the gravity of what she'd just concluded, and one of the most startling thoughts she'd had in a long time dawned on her: was she actually beginning to trust Steve?

The thought was unbidden and almost completely reflexive; she really had come to trust the Captain, she realized with a start. And without having to convince herself that she could first, too. Enough so that she trusted him with her daughter.

What on Earth was that supposed to mean?

She immediately pushed the thought away; it wasn't the right time to deliberate that question. It wasn't relevant just now.

The line of thought was jarred from her head when Benny Goodman's 'Sing, Sing, Sing' was suddenly tumbling from the speakers. A smile was immediately tugging at her lips at the unexpected song choice. And when she caught sight of the equally startled, flustered look on Steve's face, she couldn't help it. She started laughing. After another moment of fiddling, a rather pink-cheeked but bashfully smiling Steve had something more appropriate to a workout playing in the background, something with a moderate but heavy beat.

As he retreated from the sound system, Nadine couldn't help herself.

"So, Captain America works out to Big Band, does he?" If anything his cheeks pinked further at her friendly teasing, the back of his neck beginning to redden as a soft chuckle made it past his grin.

"Well," he said lightly back, "it was my era." She nearly frowned at the almost self-conscious way he said it, trying to make light of it. Her smile faded.

"I'm sorry." He jerked at the apology, looking abruptly to Nadine. "The 'man out of time' thing is sensitive, isn't it." For a moment he just stared at her, a considering look on his face. Finally Steve just shrugged.

"Not like it was at first," he admitted. "It's just...sometimes it feels like a totally different life; it's an odd feeling. Just catches me a little off guard to be reminded, sometimes." Nadine nodded absently, digesting his explanation. It made a lot of sense. She imagined there were moments when it was easy to forget. And others where it wasn't. She had the same problem with her memories of the Red Room; there were days they felt like they belonged to a whole different person, and others... He smiled, drawing her attention back. "Don't worry about it," he urged gently before grinning playfully. "This stuff isn't bad either, really. Not great for dancing, but not bad for a workout." She grinned impishly back, caught up in the lighter mood.

"Why am I not surprised that you dance too. Is there anything you can't do?" Before she'd even finished speaking, he was tensing and, minute a reaction as it was, she knew she'd put her foot in it again. He cleared his throat as he grabbed a sandbag, hanging it carefully before speaking.

"Actually, I don't really. Dance. Never really learned." She winced as his first punch echoed through the room.

"Sorry." He shook his head, a hand stilling the bag as he paused his warm up.

"You didn't know," he dismissed kindly, his voice nevertheless still threaded with tension. "Between the War and that lack of girls willing to dance with a guy they might break before Rebirth, the opportunity never came up." Nadine turned back to her dummy, inwardly reprimanding herself. She should know better; the signs had all been there. It should take more than a nice physique to distract her like that... The thud of her fists and heels on the dummy and his on the sandbag echoed through the room.

Or he just put her off her game?

She didn't know precisely how to feel about that thought.

"So what about you?" She paused again, stilling the shuddering dummy with a bandaged hand as she looked to Steve, not quite sure what he was asking.

"Sorry?" Without looking at her, not even breaking his rhythm with the sandbag as he spoke, he gestured absently toward her.

"Can you dance?" Abruptly he winced with embarrassment, his punches faltering before he too paused, rubbing a hand absently over the back of his neck. "I mean—ballet, I know...obviously—I've, umm, seen you in here from time to time...but more, I don't know...casual?" She nearly giggled at the way he was suddenly stammering, trying to make up for his slip, his neck reddening with a bashful flush at admitting he'd seen her dancing. Strangely enough, she didn't mind the thought, but valiantly kept her pleased grin to herself. After a moment she nodded, forcing back the shadow of old, less than pleasant memories the topic of dancing still managed to bring forward.

"We had to," she said finally, almost apologetically—it was better than with the waver she'd been afraid might colour her voice. "It's amazing how many mission objectives can be achieved on the dance floor." This time his wince was deeper, apology overtaking his features.

"Sorry. Now I'm the one who's stumbling into the sensitive." Nadine surprised him—and herself—by chuckling.

"I think we're both a minefield of that," she quipped back dryly, "and it's not like we've tried to actually get to know one another since May." Unable to help himself, though he still looked faintly uncomfortable, he huffed out a soft chuckle.

"You have a point, there." He let out a few more half-hearted swings before sighing, letting the punching bag still. She glanced up again at the sound, backing off from her kick to straighten.

"Punching things not satisfying today?" He smiled at her attempt to resurrect the lighter mood from a few moments before. It helped.

"Not really," he admitted lightly. She nodded toward the weight centre that dominated the other half of the room; judging by the sparse selection, it was still obviously missing some pieces.

"And I imagine the weights aren't challenging enough for you?" He laughed at her wry comment, shrugging almost sheepishly.

"No, net yet. Stark's got an order in, but since they have to be custom made it's taking some time. Standard ones aren't, well...they don't do me or Thor much good. Same with the deadlift equipment; Tony had to work up a specially reinforced bar to handle the weights I'd need to make a workout of it last time." Nadine raised a brow at him.

"Are we surprised?" she asked wryly. Steve grinned, the expression nearly shy. A strange, fluttery feeling of delight settled in her stomach as she watched the expression play across his face as he shifted. She pushed it aside.

"No," he agreed easily. Nadine nearly stared at him in astonishment. What he was admitting? If he weren't as modest and self-effacing as he was, she'd hate to think of the kind of ego he'd be sporting; he'd probably give Stark a run for his money if his ego were as enhanced as his physical capabilities... And she'd seen him lob a motorcycle over his head...easily.

And he did it all without even an ounce of arrogance or conceit to show for it. He really didn't seem to realize just how impressive he really was. Where either his physicality or his character were concerned.

It was all Nadine could do not to swallow thickly.

Why did he have to be so damn appealing...once again, she was forced to shake the thought from her head. It was entirely too inappropriate.

He nodded toward the sparring mat then, absently checking his wrist wraps as he eyed her appraisingly. "You up for a round?" It took her a moment to realize what he was suggesting. She raised a mischievous eyebrow at him.

"You implying I need the practice?"

"Everyone needs practice," he grinned, his eyes laughing. She raised a brow at his friendly taunt.

"I do train with Nat, if you must know," she countered, leaning against her dummy as she fingered her own wrappings; still set. His grin grew challenging when he noticed the gesture.

"Isn't there a saying about the importance of variety?" Nadine narrowed her eyes at him in contemplation, her head tilting slightly as she considered the offer.

Nadine knew she wasn't a match for the Captain. Not really. She knew very well—even if she never intended to admit it aloud—that even if it hadn't been for Hawkeye's arrow, there was a good chance he would've come out on top in Prague. Eventually. She suspected she'd only held out so well as she had by virtue of surprise, really, Steve having not expected her to be as strong or as fast as she was. It wasn't a mistake he'd make again.

But that didn't mean she wasn't more than capable of giving him a good fight. His Enhancement might be a step—a very, very large step—above her own, but she'd been trained to fight since childhood, and she'd been trained to go up against any opponent, with special attention on how to take down those who should have out-classed her. She'd been trained to see weaknesses and how to take advantage of them. And Steve? He had them. She knew she could use his size, his strength and his confidence in both against him. Same with his instinctive sense of fair play, even chivalry, especially when he found himself up against a woman; a holdover from the era of his upbringing, no doubt.

Yes, she could definitely give him a good fight, just as she knew he'd give as good as he got. She even figured she had a good chance of beating him. And if she could beat Steve?

She might have a real chance against Barnes if it ever came down to a fight. After all, there was no guarantee that the next time she saw him that she'd have backup or that he'd hold back the way he'd been ordered to in the Red Room; he hadn't been fighting to kill back then, after all, or to survive. That had been made abundantly clear to Nadine after seeing the footage from DC, the fight between him and Steve all but branded into her memory. If she had to go up against him again, it would be a very different kind of fight than the ones she remembered.

On that thought, she might be able to help Steve on that front too, in preparing to go up against Barnes again if the need arose. After all, she'd spent a great deal of time up against the Winter Soldier; she'd learned a great deal about how he fought even if he had been holding back. Steve was good—quite likely stronger, if not faster—but she had to wonder if Barnes was perhaps a bit better.

After all, when truly unleashed, the Winter Soldier was ruthless and brutal. He wouldn't hold back, certainly not if the Winter Soldier was the part of Barnes in control. And she knew Steve would pull his punches against Barnes. He wouldn't be able to help himself. Barnes was his oldest friend. It was a natural impulse.

Straightening, she shrugged, smirking at the Captain.

"Why not. We did get interrupted last time." With a laugh and a nod, he courteously gestured for her to step onto the main mat first, an offer she took him up on. But her own politeness ended there.

No sooner had he joined her than she attacked. With a spin and a lunge she engaged him, catching the Captain completely off guard with a solid series of kicks that saw one sneak past his quick defense to land hard against his side.

"Not going to play fair?" he coughed as she danced lightly back. She shrugged.

"Bad guys don't play fair," she quipped back with a smug smile, "and we've got to get you fighting fit." His eyebrows rose at her taunting.

"That's how it's gonna be?" he asked. She nodded, shifting slightly to set up a feint to his right. A move he saw and instinctively prepared for. She withheld a grin at the predictable move.

"It is," she quipped just as she noted the way his muscles coiled a split-second before he lunged.

Expecting it or not, Nadine was hard-pressed to keep his swings from landing, ducking and weaving to avoid the hits; deflecting them wasn't exactly helpful given how much stronger than her he was. Even turning his blows aside was as good as enduring a hit.

But he was still holding back, and she took advantage of that, enacting her feint.

Sure enough, as she'd suspected from watching him fight, he wasn't quite as effective at guarding himself when she attacked from his left. Not that that was saying much, but she would take what she could get.

And she couldn't help it. She laughed as she dodged his counter to her move, setting her up perfectly to launch herself onto his back. In a quick move she had ironically enough learned in her fights against the Winter Soldier, she was swinging her leg around to wind him with a hard hit to the side before hooking her knee around his arm, twisting it back behind him.

And she let her momentum continue pulling her around him, off-balancing the supersoldier. With a heavy grunt, he dropped to his knee, his free hand flying out to brace himself lest he topple forward onto his face.

"You know? You rely too heavily on your shield, Rogers," she goaded, her breath coming in soft pants.

"You sound like Natasha," he grumbled in response, the effect hampered by the grin tugging at his lips. And with a grunt he wrenched his arm forward, yanking her leg and off-balancing her, allowing him to throw her off.

She hit the floor hard enough that she couldn't breathe. But she had been trained in the Red Room. No sooner had she hit the floor than she was already launching herself back to her feet, able to breathe or not.

It went back and forth that way for round after round, Nadine getting the drop on Steve before Steve would regroup and retaliate in kind, until both of them were satisfyingly sore and worn out, falling back to circling each other tentatively, neither quite ready to admit they'd had enough.

Until Hill popped her head into the training room.

"Rogers?" Both Nadine and Steve glanced up to the agent, Nadine instinctively falling back behind a more reserved expression over the pleased grin she'd been sporting. She ignored the twinge of disappointment that the session had come to a close. The fact that their sparring had already effectively wrapped up was beside the point.

At Steve's succinct nod, Hill retreated, once again leaving Steve and Nadine alone. Neither said a word to each other as they both stepped off the mats, exchanging matching grins of acknowledgement that they were done for the day in lieu of words before parting ways. Steve ducked off to retrieve his phone, stopping the music that had served as a backdrop to their match as Nadine began unwrapping her wrists, growing more aware of the satisfying aches suffusing her body as her adrenaline began to dissipate.

He had certainly put her through her paces, she admitted with a smile.

She only paused to answer Steve's nod of thanks with a small wave from across the room as he headed for the door, no doubt already planning on hitting the showers before seeing to whatever Hill needed him for. She had just turned her attention back to her wrappings when his voice carried over to her, seemingly loud in the suddenly quiet space.

"Same time next week?" She looked up to him at the question, unable to hide her surprise in time. He grinned at catching her out. It didn't happen often. Not that she let him see, anyway. After a moment she regained her bearings, grinning back with an enthusiasm that surprised her. Why not? It was good practice...the fact that she had enjoyed herself was merely incidental.

Right?

"See you then," she agreed. With a final nod, the Captain turned, but Nadine wasn't quite done. "Steve?"

He turned back, brow furrowed faintly in silent question. "Yeah?" The nervous flutter threatened to return. But she pushed it aside.

"Thank you," she said. As he smiled back, the flutter returned with a vengeance, and there was nothing Nadine could do to stop it.

"You're welcome, Nadine."

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