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Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, its characters or
anything affiliated with it. I make no profit of any kind from this story.

Author�s Note: This is a rewrite.
The original was written when I was much younger and was riddled with
grammatical errors. And bad. Oh man, it was soooo bad! Especially compared to
some of my newer works! I believe the original version was only compliant up to
the fifth book, but I have chosen to incorporate the sixth. Not the seventh,
though. I would prefer to keep the setting at Hogwarts, in their seventh year.
It plays a rather large part in the plot. Not to mention the fact that Ron
would get in the way! :) So without further ado� Pen Pals V.2!!!

A/N (cont�d): I have chosen to
leave the original posted. I would hate to lose all of the wonderfully kind
reviews I�ve gotten. I also thought it would be nice for anybody who wished to
compare the two versions.

~I~

�So� you�ll be writing to a
complete stranger for the entire term?� said Harry, sounding as though the very
idea was mad.

She rolled her eyes. �They�re a
student at Hogwarts from another house, not some random bloke halfway across
the world who preys on young girls.�

�How do you know they�re in a
different house?� asked Ron.

�I already told you. Professor
McGonagal devised this program to encourage inter-house unity,� she replied
impatiently.

�And you agreed because�� said
Ron, trailing off and looking at her expectantly.

Hermione sighed, rubbing her
temples to stave off the impending headache. �Because, Ronald, as Head Girl
I need to set a positive example for the younger students.�

�But what if they turn out to be a
supporter of- You-Know-Who?� said Ron worriedly.

�Don�t you guys have something
better to do?� she snapped, tired of their interrogation.

�We�re only concerned about you,�
said Harry, smiling gently.

She nodded, knowing it was true
yet finding it no less annoying. �I can handle myself, though. I wasn�t made
Head Girl for nothing, you know.�

�Speaking of �heads�� stated Ron,
pulling a face, �Can you believe they�re letting Malfoy back into
school? And as Head Boy!� He scoffed. �If it were up to me, him and
Snape would be rotting in Azkaban��

Hermione elbowed him in the ribs.
Hard. �Ronald Weasley! You gave your mother your word that you would make an
effort to be civil! And besides that, Dumbledore�s pensieve made it abundantly
clear that Snape was not acting of his own volition. The man had taken two
Unbreakable Vows, for pity�s sake!�

�What�s Malfoy�s excuse?� he
muttered.

�He� hasn�t said. But I�m sure-�

�Voldemort had his mum,�
interrupted Harry, �I�m not saying we should be his best mates or anything,
but� I think I would have done the same as him.�

Hermione nodded. �It took a lot of
courage for the two of them to ask the Order for help. I believe only time will
tell if they were sincere in their request.�

Ron sighed heavily. �I still hate
the bloody gits��

�As do I,� she stated, �Now I have
a letter to write and then I�m going to bed. You guys should, too. We have a
lot of shopping to do tomorrow.�

She stood and walked up the stairs
to the room she shared with Ginny, sitting down at the desk that was set
beneath the window. She though briefly about what to write, tapping her quill
against the parchment, before she dipped it into the ink and set about her task.

�Dear Stranger,� she wrote.

She wrinkled her nose in distaste
and shook her head, wiping the page clean with a quick spell.

�Dear Pen Pal,�

�Much better,� she said,
continuing.

�I hope my letter finds you
well. I must confess that I have never written to anybody anonymously before,
so I fear I am a bit lost at the moment. I feel I should at least inform you
that I am, in fact, a girl, thus saving us from any awkward misunderstandings
in the future. As I am unsure of whether or not you will continue our correspondence,
that is all I am willing to divulge for the moment. Although I truly hope that
we can become friends. Write back at you earliest convenience.

�� Sincerely,

�� Fern

P.S. Fern is a pseudonym. I suggest you use one, as well. And the owl�s name is
Artemis. Please be kind to her. She is exceedingly sensitive, even for an owl.�

She sat back, satisfied with the
final product. After folding it neatly, she placed it in the envelope McGonagal
had given her- �This will allow your owls to know where the letters should be
delivered while at the same time making them untraceable,� she had said- and
sent it off with Artemis. She was anxious to see if she would receive a reply.

~

Draco Malfoy strolled into his
(excessively) large bedroom to see a dainty, white and gold barn owl perched on
his bed next to his own large, grey owl. In its claw was a letter. One he had
forgotten he would be receiving. He smirked, taking the envelope from her and
opening it. After reading through it, he chuckled. Whoever this �Fern� was, she
was intelligent, of that much he was certain. He spread some treats out for the
birds while he penned a response.

Once he had sent it with Mercutio,
sealed in the same envelope, he lie back on his bed and focused on relaxing. It
was, however, a futile attempt, for a moment later a loud slam echoed
throughout the manor, signaling his father�s return. He sighed, bracing himself
against the inevitable onslaught of verbal and physical punishment. But it
never came. He silently wondered why Lucius hadn�t burst into the room and
begun tearing into him for missing another meeting.

He stood, walking down to the
parlor, where his parents were discussing something quietly. He cleared his
throat, drawing their attention.

�Welcome back, Father,� he said.

�Draco,� said Lucius, �I trust you
have a very good explanation for missing yet another meeting. The Dark
Lord was most displeased by your absence.�

He kept his face impassive when he
answered. �The Order still feels that I am not to be trusted. They are keeping a
close watch on me. I thought Severus would have explained all of this.�

Lucius scowled. �He was not
present, either.�

Meaning that all of the Dark Lords
�displeasure� was focused on him alone.

�They must be watching him, as
well. With the old man gone, there are no bleeding hearts to whom we may
appeal. Although Potter is playing into our hands rather nicely. I never
thought he would fall so quickly for my pathetic sob-story,� said Draco,
chuckling darkly, �It won�t be long before he�s completely accepted me into his
little misfit gang.�

�You sound as though you have a
plan,� said Lucius.

�I do. And it is fail-proof, I
assure you,� he replied.

Lucius smirked. �The Dark Lord
will be glad to hear this. For now, the information you are passing to him
should be sufficient. However, his patience is not infinite.�

�Understood. But imagine how it
will be when a Malfoy hands him Potter in the flesh,� said Draco, schooling his
expression into one of arrogance, �Our family will receive honors that others
have only dreamt of.�

He did not miss the pain in his
mother�s eyes. Or the pride in his father�s.

�If you will excuse me, I must
finish getting ready for the day. I have agreed to meet Pansy and Blaise in
Diagon Alley in an hour,� he said, waiting for their nods of dismissal and
exiting the room.

~

�Hermione�� whined Ron, covering
his head with the blankets, �Come on! Five more minutes! That�s all I�m
asking!�

She tore the blanket off of him,
tossing it into the hallway. �That�s what you said twenty minutes ago! It isn�t
my fault that you stayed up so late. Now get up! You have five minutes to be
dressed and downstairs or I won�t be nice and let you have breakfast.�

He sat up quickly and glared at
her. �That�s just cruel��

�Call it whatever you want,� she
said, smirking, �But your time is slowly ticking away.�

She left the room as he scrambled
out of bed, cursing under his breath about �bloody tyrant women�. She chuckled
to herself, thinking that he really should know better after so many years with
her. Harry certainly knew. He was already dressed and at the table.

True to his stomach, Ron was in
the kitchen in less than three minutes, making Hermione grin. He could be so
predictable. It was sometimes hard to believe that he was such a brilliant
strategist. They left as soon as he finished eating, apparating to Diagon Alley
and heading to Flourish and Blotts first.

�Why�d we have to do this today?�
griped Ron when they left the store laden with books.

�We only have two days before we
leave for school,� she replied, �Is this not �last-minute� enough for you?�

This silenced him rather
effectively and for that she was glad. She loved Ron, she truly did- he was
like a brother to her- but she occasionally felt a strong urge to kick the
thick-headed dolt.

�Where to next, Commander?� said
Harry, joking saluting her.

She smiled at him. �We should
probably-�

�Is that the new model Quidditch
gear?� exclaimed Ron excitedly, rushing to the Quidditch supply store, �Harry!
You�ve gotta this stuff!�

Harry looked at her pleadingly and
she sighed. �Fine. I need to pick up some things that neither of you would be
interested in anyway. Just� meet me at the apothecary in an hour, okay? One
hour.�

He nodded, speeding after the
redhead.

She went next door to stock up on
stationary, ink, and quills, figuring she�d be using more than usual, before
making her way to Obscurus Books. She was hoping to find a few tomes that she
doubted were carried at Flourish and Blotts. In fact, she�d be lucky if she
didn�t end up in Knockturn Alley.

When she entered the store, she
was greeted by a small man in bright violet robes and small, lavender tinted
spectacles. �May I help you find something, my dear?�

She handed him her list without a
word, wondering what alternate universe he had crawled out of.

He clicked his tongue as he walked
away, returning moments later with three of the four books she needed. �An odd
assortment of literature for such a pretty young girl. Now� �Bewitching the
Written Word�� that�s normal enough. But �Defense is Offense: A Wizard�s Guide
to Winning a War�? �1,000 Surprisingly Lethal Spells, Charms, and
Enchantments�?�

She grinning, paying the man. �A
bit of light reading. About the fourth book��

He shook his head solemnly. �You
won�t find that in any respectable store. �The Darkest Dark Arts� isn�t exactly
a commonplace item. And it is most definitely not something I would
recommend for children.�

She scowled at him, snatching her
parcels from the counter. �I�m no child, sir, and in case it has escaped your
notice, we are in the midst of a war. How are we to win if we do not
fully understand our enemy? Now if you will excuse me, I have a bit more
shopping to do.�

�Wait! Miss, wait!� he called,
stopping her just outside the door, �I�m sorry. I didn�t mean to offend you.
But� these are troubled times and I have to be careful about the people to whom
I entrust certain knowledge.�

She gave him a puzzled look. �I
understand your caution but what�?�

He handed her a slip of paper with
only an address scrawled across it. Number 17, Knockturn Alley. �My- friend
runs this shop. It appears to be your average dark artifact emporium, however-
well, all is not as it seems.�

�What is your name, sir?� she
asked shrewdly.

�Names are unimportant,� he said,
�Just know that the phoenix has more friends than you know, Miss Granger.�

Before she could even begin to
form a response in her mind, he was gone, leaving her with too many questions
and not enough answers. If he knew about the Order of the Phoenix,
he was probably one of the good guys. Perhaps he was an old acquaintance of
Dumbledore�s? She looked at the address he had given her. Should she go? Was it
a trap? They did desperately need that book, but was it worth the risk?

As she continued to stare at the
paper, her mind traveling in circles around these questions, a shadow fell over
her. �You�re not really considering going there, are you?�

She jumped and whipped around to
glare at her nosey new companion. �Malfoy! You shouldn�t sneak up on people�
and don�t read over my shoulder! It�s quite rude.�

�I didn�t sneak anywhere,� he
said, �You were so lost in your own head you wouldn�t have noticed if a bird
decided to nest in your hair.�

She narrowed her eyes. �What? No
snide remark about how it looks like one already has?�

He shrugged. �It doesn�t. Your
hair looks rather nice today, actually.�

She blinked stupidly. Had Malfoy
just complimented her? True, over the last two years it had gradually become
less wild, falling now in gentle waves, but� She shook herself from her
thoughts. �You still shouldn�t read over people�s shoulders.�

�And you shouldn�t wander
into Knockturn Alley by yourself,� he retorted.

�If you�re that worried about me,
why don�t you come along?� She stuffed the paper into her jeans pocket and
turned on her heel, intending to storm away from him.

�Alright. I will,� he said,
falling into step beside her.

�Hermione could have kicked
herself! She hadn�t thought he would take the offer seriously, let alone accept
it. It was bad enough that she would be seen in that place and adding Draco
Malfoy to the mix was a recipe for bad publicity. �Rita Skeeter would be so
thrilled�� she thought wryly.

�Why are you going to that shop
anyway? It doesn�t seem like your kind of place,� he said.

�I�m looking for a book,� she
replied. The answer sounded innocent enough. Let him draw his own conclusions.

�They don�t sell books,� he
stated, and he clearly believed she was lying about her intentions.

She turned around and forgot the
damned book, but the strange man�s words rang in her head. All is not as it
seems. �I�ll just have a look for myself.�

He sighed. �This is a very bad
idea.�

�You don�t have to come,� she
said, �It�s really none of your concern in the first place, so I don�t see why
you�re following me.�

�Following you?� he said, arching
one perfect eyebrow at her, �You offered. And� just trust me. Knockturn Alley
is not a place for young girls to travel alone.�

�You would know, I suppose,� she
said casually, though the words still stung if the way he winced was any
indication. She fought the sudden impulse to apologize.

�Who recommended that shop to
you?� he asked after a moment of tense silence.

�A shopkeeper at Obscurus Books,�
she replied.

�What was their name?� he said.

She chuckled nervously. �He didn�t
exactly say.�

�He didn�t exactly say?� he
repeated slowly, �Are you daft? Did that not send up any warning flags in that
crowded brain of yours? Do you even realize that this could be- and probably is-
a trap?�

�Of course I�ve though of all
that,� she snapped, �But this is more important. I need this book and
this may be the only place I can get it!�

He shook his head and tried not to
think too hard about what book a girl like Hermione Granger �needed� that could
only be found there. �Well�� he said as they turned onto Knockturn
Alley, �Last chance to change your mind.�

She set her mouth in a determined
line and continued forward. Luckily, there were few people out and about at
that particular time of day. That ones that were, however, were frightening!
One man tried to sell her his body and she didn�t even want to know what he
meant by that, though she believed she had an idea.

They finally came to Number 17 and
she steeled herself before entering. Her first impression was that it didn�t
seem too terrible. It was brightly lit, clean and organized� Not at all what
she had expected. She had very nearly relaxed when a strong hand gripped her
shoulder and spun her around.

�Whad�ya want here, girlie?�

The man�s voice was deep and
rough, but it was nothing compared to his appearance. She imagined if he stood
straight he would be a formidable height. As it was, he walked hunched over and
supported himself with a gnarled piece of wood that barely passed as a cane. He
ambled away from her to the register, where the light played on the dark auburn
in his hair, which she thought might look good on him were it not matted and
tangled and covered in- was that dust? His face was handsome enough if
one could ignore the long scar that stretched down the left side, from eyebrow
to jaw, and had permanently closed his eye. The remaining eye was a piercing
dark blue and� was staring right at her, waiting for an answer. Right.

�I�m looking for a book,� she said
quickly.

�Don�t sell no books,� the man
said, �Now git outta here. You. Boy!� He pointed at Draco with one shaking
hand. �This ain�t a place to bring your girl!�

Before he could defend himself-
and vehemently deny Granger being �his girl�- Hermione stepped forward.
�Please, sir. I was referred to this shop by a friend of yours.�

He made a terrifying noise in his
throat. �What friend? Haven�t got any blasted friends.� He circled back around
to her, his cane thudding steadily against the floor in an eerie way. �You
havin� one over on me, girlie?�

�No! I- I don�t know his name, but
he seemed fond of the color purple,� she stuttered, �And he gave me this.� She
handed him the paper.

To her immense surprise, the man
smiled softly. �Ah� that friend. Right, then. Follow me.�

�Where-?� started Draco.

�Don�t ask questions, boy!� he
snarled. He began rearranging seven glass globes that sat on one of the sturdy
wooden shelves, muttering something that sounded a bit like poetry, until a
door appeared to their right. �Well? Go on!�

They exchanged a look, but obeyed,
each hoping that these would not be the last moment in their young lives. When
they crossed the threshold, Hermione gasped at the overwhelming quantity of
rare and valuable books they found themselves surrounded by. �What is
this place?�

�Allow me to explain,� said the
grisly man, though his voice had lost its rough edge, �The person you spoke
with earlier is my long time friend- and partner in crime- Toby Hawthorn. He
and I own both Obscurus Books and this establishment. We maintain this shop�s
cover as a vendor of dark artifacts so that the information contained in this
room does not pass to the wrong hands. This is the only way that we know to
keep the most important weapon of them all, the weapon that can win or lose a
war, away from those who would abuse it. I speak, of course, of knowledge.� As
he said this, he slowly transformed before their eyes, abandoning the cane and
straightening his spine with a long stretch. With a whispered word his hair was
clean and smooth, falling gently to his shoulders. He must have noticed
Hermione�s confusion, because his face twisted into a bitter smile. �The scar
is no effect, Miss Granger. Yes� I know of you, who doesn�t? This scar was
given to me by the Dark Lord himself. And trust me� it is better that the eye
cannot open. You would not want to see what had become of it.�

Draco grimaced. To think that he
had almost been forced into that monster�s service.

�Before we continue, I feel I
should ask,� the man said, addressing Hermione, �Can he be trusted?�

She hesitated, unsure of what to
say. Why did life have to be so complicated? Why couldn�t everything just be
black or white, good or bad? She glanced at the blonde and instantly knew the
answer. There was a look of such pain and regret, sadness and resignation on
his face that there could be only one answer. �Yes, I believe he can.�

Draco was shocked speechless. They
were only words, but she said them with so much conviction and faith that they
carried as much force as a physical slap. He couldn�t remember a single time in
his life when he had felt as humbled as he did at this moment.

�Very well. My name is Donovan
Dieter,� he said, smiling brightly, �Welcome to my shop.�

�Thank you, sir,� said Hermione,
�I�m grateful for this opportunity.�

�So what are you looking for
today?� asked Donovan mildly.

�I�m seeking a book titled �The
Darkest Dark Arts� and I think you may be my last hope,� she replied. ��

Draco choked on his breath. �You
want what?� he exclaimed disbelievingly, �That�s the darkest book to
have ever been printed! You must be mad to look for such a book! That is not
something that any human should possess and especially not someone who is
fighting for the light!�

�Young Malfoy makes a valid
point,� stated Donovan, his expression now hard as stone, �Even if I did have
this book, why would I give it to you?�

�You have to!� said Hermione,
panicking as she watched their only chance slipping away, �Please just hear me
out. I believe that Voldemort read that very book when he was younger and the
key to destroying him may lie within its pages! If we want to have any
possibility of winning against him, I need that book!�

Donovan sighed, but smiled at her.
�I have no choice then, do I?� He waved his wand once and a thick tome seemed
to appear out of thin air. He handed it to her. �Now you shrink that until you
get it home and then you keep it somewhere secure. Do you understand me?�

She nodded, following his
instructions immediately and placing it in her pocket. �How much�?�

He shook his head. �No charge.
Please give Mr. Potter my regards.�

�I will,� she said, �Thank you,
Mr. Dieter.�

�Call me Donovan, please, or Don,�
he replied, grabbing his cane and ushering them out of the room even as he
resumed his role as a crazy old shopkeeper, �Let�s make this believable, shall
we? Look scared, Miss Granger.�

She didn�t have to wait long to
find out the meaning of his words as a split second later he glared and shoved
them quite hard out the door. �I toldja I ain�t sellin� to no kids!� he growled
loudly, �Git outta here, ya damned brats!� With that he hobbled back inside,
slamming the door behind him.

Hermione was sure she�d had no
problems appearing fearful. She picked herself up off the street with Draco�s
help and stared dumbly after the man. �He� threw us out,� she said, trying to
ignore the laughter around them.

�Yes and he�s going to regret it
once he finds out who my father is,� said Draco stridently, sounding
every bit like the spoiled, petulant boy she remembered him as.

The laughter abruptly ceased.

She looked at him sharply, but he
only quirked an eyebrow at her. �Right. Believable. How do girls usually act
around him?� �Oh Draco�� she said, imitating the brainless, simpering girls
she�d seen at school, �You won�t do anything too terrible to him, will you?�

He smirked. �Not this time. He
just needs a reminder to be more courteous in the future. For now we shall take
our business elsewhere.�

She followed him down the street,
all too aware of the many sets of eyes following them. When they finally
reached Diagon Alley, she heaved a sigh of relief, letting out the breath she
hadn�t realized she�d been holding.

�Thank you for accompanying me,�
she said, �I appreciate it.�

�It was no problem,� he replied,
�But you should know that your reputation is ruined.�

�For now,� she said, patting her
pocket where the book rested, �They�ll soon forget. You won�t tell anybody
about��

�You have my word,� he said
succinctly.

She gave him a shrewd look. �Just
so you know, this doesn�t make us friends.�

�Of course not,� he drawled.

�I still don�t like you,� she
stated firmly.

�I don�t much care for you either,
to tell you the truth,� he said, shrugging.

She nodded resolutely and he
wondered just who she was trying to convince. She turned and made to leave,
then paused and looked over her shoulder at him. �But I meant what I said
before. About trusting you.�

And he was left alone, gaping like
an idiot in the middle of the road, stunned beyond words for the second time
that day.

~

When Hermione returned from
shopping that day with Ron and Harry, there was an owl waiting in her room. She
couldn�t contain her excitement as she rushed in and took the familiar envelope
from its claw and sat down, stroking the bird affectionately.

�Thank goodness you�re back,� said
Ginny when she emerged from the bathroom, �He�s been here for nearly an hour.
Wouldn�t give that bloody letter up to anybody and I even tried bribes. You
probably shouldn�t give him any more treats.�

Hermione laughed. �That�s because
this letter is private. It�s from my anonymous pen-pal.�

�I heard about that,� said Ginny,
joining her on the bed, �Collin�s doing it, too. Personally, I don�t get the
appeal. Seems a little dodgy to me, writing to somebody you don�t even know.�

�You sound just like your
brother,� said Hermione, �Whoever it is, they go to Hogwarts so odds are that
I�ve seen them at least once.�

Ginny grinned. �I suppose I�ll
leave you to it, then.�

�You don�t have to go,� said
Hermione when the red-headed girl stood.

�It�s fine. I�m just going to find
Harry,� said Ginny, smirking.

�Still trying to convince him that
you�re in no more mortal danger as his girlfriend than you are as his friend?�
she asked.

�You know how stubborn us Weasleys
are,� said Ginny, exiting the room.

She turned back to the letter and
smiled, opening it deftly and reading:

�Fern,

�� I had forgotten that that I
agreed to participate in this program until I received your letter. I admit
that upon reading it I was relieved that you sounded so intelligent. I would
hate to have been forced to correspond with some total dunderhead. Thank you
for telling me your gender, though I doubt I would ever say anything vulgar
enough to offend you. My standards of conversation are much higher than that.
If you have not already guessed, I am male and I won�t apologize for it.�

She laughed at that.

�I have also
never written to somebody with whom I am not familiar so I�m afraid that I
can�t offer any guidance in that aspect. However, I do feel as though we should
establish some ground rules. First of all, no names. Of anybody. Revealing
those that we associate with could too easily reveal our identities. Secondly,
we must each promise complete confidentiality. I don�t know exactly what will
come of this, but there may come a time when we are comfortable enough with one
another to disclose certain information or facts about ourselves that we do not
wish for the entire school to know. The third rule should be that, once we
return to Hogwarts, we do not let this communication interfere with our
studies. I, for one, have high aspirations once I graduate. We can add more
rules as the need arises, if the need does, indeed, arise.

�� Now that is out of the way,
I have to ask: Why Fern? Of all the fake names you could have chosen, why did
you pick one that sounds so bland? I will expect an answer in your next
missive, as well as a bit more information about yourself. If you acquiesce to
this request, perhaps I will return the favor.

�� Signed,

�� Romeo

P.S. My feathered friend�s name is Mercutio. He really seemed to like Artemis.
We should agree right now that we will not try to identify each other by our
owls.�

She shook her head lightly. �I
will expect an answer?� she said aloud, moving to desk to reply, �Awfully full
of himself, isn�t he?�

�Romeo,

�� Really? Romeo? And
Mercutio? Somebody either enjoys his Shakespeare or thinks very highly of
himself. I think those rules will work out marvelously and I solemnly swear to
not seek you using your owl. I also have a lot of things I want to accomplish
after I graduate and I would never do anything to compromise my- or anybody
else�s- studies. If you don�t mind my asking, what are you planning to do when
you�ve finished with Hogwarts?

�� In answer to your question-
which, by the way, was phrased rather impertinently- I chose Fern because of
the symbolism. Ferns are often associated with strength, curiosity, confidence,
and shelter or protection. My strength and thirst for knowledge are two of my
best qualities, confidence is something that I wish I had more of, and I have a
powerful desire to shelter and protect those I care about. I think that covers
both of your requests pretty efficiently. Now you had better return the
favor. And I see what you mean about Mercutio and Artemis. He�s been here this
whole time and hasn�t moved from her side. Maybe they�re in love. Write back
soon!

�� Fern�

She sent it with Artemis and as soon as she took off, Mercutio
followed, making Hermione smile. Love was such a strange and beautiful thing�

~I~

First chapter rewrite DONE! Wow�� That ended up a LOT longer than the original chapter one. It
went from 500 to almost 5,000 words!!! Big difference, don�t you think? I hope
you enjoyed just as much, if not more, than the last time!!! Reviews are always
appreciated!
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