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19 Years and 5 Minutes Later	By : TheMightyFlynn Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 58416 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 6
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, or any characters related to that series; they are JK Rowling's. I make no money from this.

Chapter List
- 1-19 Years and 5 Minutes Later
- 2-Ch. 2
- 3-Ch. 3
- 4-Ch. 4
- 5-Ch. 5
- 6-Ch. 6
- 7-Ch. 7
- 8-Ch. 8
- 9-Ch. 9
- 10-Ch. 10
- 11-Ch. 11
- 12-Ch. 12
- 13-Ch. 13
- 14-Ch. 14
- 15-Ch. 15
- 16-Ch. 16
- 17-Ch. 17
- 18-Ch. 18
- 19-Ch. 19
- 20-Ch. 20
- 21-Ch. 21
- 22-Ch. 22
- 23-Ch. 23
- 24-Ch. 24
- 25-Ch. 25
- 26-Ch. 26
- 27-Ch. 27
- 28-Ch. 28
- 29-Ch. 29
- 30-Ch. 30
- 31-Ch. 31
- 32-Ch. 32
- 33-Ch. 33
- 34-Ch. 34
- 35-Ch. 35
- 36-Ch. 36
- 37-Ch. 37
- 38-Ch. 38
- 39-Ch. 39
- 40-Ch. 40
- 41-Ch. 41
- 42-Ch. 42
- 43-Ch. 43
- 44-Ch. 44
- 45-Ch. 45
- 46-Ch. 46
- 47-Ch. 47
- 48-Ch. 48
- 49-Ch. 49
- 50-Ch. 50
- 51-Epilogue
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A/N: Thanks for the reviews, guys! :)
Kakashi: Nope, I have no idea what I'm going to do about the kids.
HopingForKarma: I try to update every Sunday my time (I'm Australian.) An yes, that is the exact reason I don't read fics by the chapter either :D
Jan: He probably won't roll over for anyone but Draco from now on ;)
delia cerrano: The Weasleys were at the Burrow :) And I am hoping to add the rest of themin soon.
“So what are you trying to tell me, Harry?”
“Maybe... I don’t know, Kingsley. Maybe it’s time to think about retirement. I can’t be an Auror forever and with everything that’s coming, it’s probably for the best.”
Harry ran a hand through his hair as he leant back in the chair opposite the Minister. He had come to Kingsley’s house straight from the Burrow the second he had regained his senses. He knew he would have to have it out with Molly eventually, but today was not that day. He figured he would give her some time to cool down before going back. Needing to get all of this over and done with at once, he had decided to just come right out and tell Kingsley. He wasn’t sure he could go through everything over and over again over the course of a few days; he much preferred the idea of doing it all at once. The fact that Kingsley hadn’t caused some kind of scene when Harry had told him what was going on only reinforced his conviction that doing it this way was the best and easiest.
“Why would you think that?”
Shooting Kingsley an ‘I know you know what I’m talking about’ look, Harry sighed. “I’ve known you for over twenty years now, Kingsley: I know you aren’t stupid. The shitstorm this is going to bring down on me is going to be reflected back onto everything I do, my work included. You don’t want that kind of publicity centred on your Head Auror; it’ll call everything I’ve ever done into question.”
Kingsley merely stared at him for a while, a small smile playing at the edges of his mouth. He had aged well, considering what he had gone through with the War and the trials that followed: light grey streaks ran along the sides of his head and smile lines marked his face, but beyond that, he still looked much the same as when Harry had first met him. Of course, having no threat of another War hanging over them had helped with the health of everyone involved, Kingsley and Harry included. Not that Harry felt very healthy or mentally stable at that moment, but he figured he could be forgiven a little instability considering what was about to happen.
“You know,” Kingsley began, his deep voice ponderous. “No one cared about Dumbledore being gay.”
Harry huffed out a tired laugh. He knew he should have known that mentioning what had been running through his mind would be met with resistance. He had been Kingsley’s Head Auror for ten years so far and he had been told that this was the smoothest the Department had been run for many years, so of course Kingsley would object to the suggestion that Harry might want to move on.
“I really don’t think this is an issue of sexuality, Kingsley. Once Ginny gets hold of someone from the papers who is willing to listen to her and print whatever bullshit she peddles them, every single thing from my past is going to be called into question. I can just see the headlines now: ‘The Boy Who Cheats: An Expose’, ‘What Else Has The Saviour Cheated On?’ They’re going to question every arrest, every hearing in front of the Wizengamot, every new law passed... Hell, I wouldn’t be surprised if Skeeter tried to convince people that I conned everyone into thinking I killed Voldemort and that we’re at threat of him coming back.”
He allowed his head to fall forward into his hands, scrubbing the heels of his palms across his eyes. This was going to prove to be the real test: whether he could outlast the amazing amount of pressure the Daily Prophet and its ilk were going to place on his head. The idea of retiring had come to him the other night once he had realised that a very public divorce was inevitable and it seemed like a more viable option to help keep him and his kids at least a little sheltered from the reporters. If he was able to find a less public occupation, he just might be able to survive what was coming over the next few months with his sanity intact.
“So you believe that what this really comes down to is a question of integrity? That Ginny will aim to have you discredited?”
“Did you believe me when I first told you? When I came in here telling you that my wife had been cheating on me our entire marriage, there wasn’t even the slightest doubt in your mind that I was telling you the truth? Or that I have suddenly realised – at the age of 37 no less – that I am, in fact, gay enough to not want anything else to do with another female as long as I live? Because it all still sounds pretty fucking unbelievable to me.”
Sitting back in the chair again, Harry blinked the spots from his eyes where he had crammed his fists into them. From what he could tell without his glasses, Kingsley was watching him with an intense expression, a small crease forming in between his eyebrows. It was almost like being a bug being watched through a microscope and it made Harry squirm. Glancing down, he rubbed his glasses against his shirt before shoving them back on his nose.
“Draco Malfoy.” Harry’s head snapped up, but he saw a humour in Kingsley’s eyes that he had not expected. “You are sleeping with Draco Malfoy. That is the part my mind rebelled at, Harry. Not that Ginny cheating on you is believable in any way at first glance, but everyone knows of the rivalry you and Malfoy have had since your schooldays. What has changed so very much that you’re able to get along well enough that you can stand each other?”
A small responding smile crossed Harry’s face as he thought back over the past three weeks. “We don’t get along; not really. I think... Look, at first, I honestly think this was about revenge for him. He wanted to get one up on me and jumping me in the toilets at the train station was one of the only ways he could accomplish it. I don’t think either of us expected that we would want to continue this, especially considering the way it started, but it was like a wakening, for me at least. I can’t speak for Draco, but when I’m with him it’s unlike anything I ever imagined I could have with anyone else.
“I love – loved – Ginny to the best of my ability. Unfortunately for her, that ability stopped with friendship. I thought that what I felt for her was what everyone felt for their spouses: I truly didn’t know any better. It’s not like I had any proper role models for things like this growing up, so I winged it. Before Draco, there was only one other man I had ever been with and that was during the drunken celebrations following the War. I put it down to a youthful mistake and went on to create the family the entire world seemed to expect me to have. Everyone seemed to be under the impression that Ginny and I were the world’s greatest love story. She got the man she had been waiting for since she was a child and I got... Well, I don’t really know what I thought I was getting out of our relationship other than the kids. I didn’t stop to think about the fact that I wasn’t really sexually attracted to her at all, or about the fact that she seemed to be ok with that. But with Draco...” He trailed off, shaking his head in disbelief. “I now finally know what I was supposed to be feeling with Ginny and it’s almost overwhelming at times.”
Trailing off again, Harry realised what he must sound like, talking like this about a man who, a few weeks ago, he would have gladly hexed senseless. Hell, I probably still will sometime in the near future. Glancing up at Kingsley, Harry saw a thoughtful expression cross his face before he nodded and spoke again.
“At least spend a little more time thinking about this before coming to an official decision, please. Many people have made decisions they came to regret in the heat of the moment and I don’t want you to regret this just because you made the decision at the height of your stress over the situation.” Leaning back in his chair, Kingsley smiled. “If Malfoy’s word is good, then he should be able to stop the papers from printing the story for a little while at least. Take that extra time to really consider whether retirement is what you actually want. If it is, then we’ll go from there. If not, then you’ll thank me later.”
Harry had to resist sighing in resignation. He knew Kingsley was right and he should think about this decision properly, but he also knew that it didn’t really matter what he wanted. If the people didn’t feel like they could trust their Head Auror, then that was incredibly bad for business. The community needed to know that the people charged with protecting them were trustworthy and if that trust faltered for even a little while, it could destroy everything. Forcing himself to return Kingsley’s smile, Harry knew what his decision would most likely be already.
“Alright, I’ll think about it, but you know I’m right about this one. If they can’t trust me then I’m pretty much useless to you.”
“Speaks the man who defeated Voldemort.”
“And even back then people were unsure whether I was going to turn out to be even worse than him,” Harry retorted, earning himself a roll of Kingsley’s eyes.
*~*
We need to talk. Come to the Manor; the floo’s open.
– DM
Draco fastened the note to his owl’s leg and watched her take off into the dusk before he could change his mind. Yesterday had been so full of intense emotions that he had not bothered to contact Harry that night, needing time to himself to sort out exactly what it was he was going to do from here on out. Unfortunately, he had not been able to come to any solid decisions about either him and Harry or him and Astoria. He knew that if he wanted to continue with Harry – which he knew he definitely did – that he would have to start divorce proceedings with Astoria. What he did not know was how Harry was going to take him telling him that he wasn’t going to kick Astoria out of the Manor. Astoria, of course, had been completely unhelpful: the only reason he had the Manor to himself that night was so he could ‘get laid in privacy and comfort’ in his darling wife’s words. He turned and wandered over to the sideboard to pour himself a snifter of brandy just as the floo flared.
Turning so he could meet Harry’s eyes, Draco found himself completely unprepared for the sight before him. Harry wore paint splattered jeans that fit him to perfection and a white button-up that was unbuttoned to his sternum, also splattered in paint. He looked positively edible with his hair mussed and a slight flush to his cheeks. He had developed the slight muscle structure of a Seeker during their school days, but this had matured as he had. The years spent as an Auror had treated him very well, leaving him with a solid build that – thankfully – wasn’t too bulky. It helped him to fill out the Muggle clothing well enough to send Draco’s mouth dry. He turned back quickly, clearing his throat before speaking.
“Brandy?”
“Er, I don’t suppose you have anything non-alcoholic? I’m not sure I can stomach anything much stronger after Friday night.”
Smirking as he turned back – now back under control after that slight lapse – Draco made sure not to make the mistake of meeting Harry’s eyes again. “I may have a few bottles of Scorpius’ Butterbeer left, unless you’d prefer water.”
“Butterbeer’s fine, thanks.”
Draco used calling for an elf and asking for the drink as a way of subtly studying Harry from the corner of his eye. He was obviously uncomfortable or nervous, although Draco couldn’t tell which or why. Surely Harry didn’t still doubt that Draco wanted this? He had thought that he had made his position and wants clear the day before...
“Draco?”
He nearly jumped at the sound of Harry’s voice, soft though it was. “Yes?”
“Is, er, is something wrong?”
“Wrong? Why would something be wrong?” Draco had to resist the urge to frown in confusion as Harry fidgeted. Sweeping his hand towards the lounge as he folded himself down onto one end, he eyed Harry cautiously. “Won’t you sit?”
“I, er, I’m a bit grubby...” Harry ran a hand through his hair, dislodging a few flakes of dry paint just before the elf reappeared to give him a disapproving look. He grasped the bottle of Butterbeer as if it were a lifeboat before meeting Draco’s eyes with determination. “Look, the only other person to ever tell me that we ‘had to talk’ was Ginny and it was after I had fucked up severely. I really don’t think I’ve done anything to warrant being called a fuckup with you yet, so the only conclusion I can come to is that you’ve changed your mind. Two days after I told my wife I was gay and started the process of being cut off by my entire family and it looks like you’re giving up on me already. So you’ll have to excuse me if I don’t want to get comfortable just so I can be dumped for the second time in as many days.”
Draco sat and stared at him for a few seconds, trying to decide if he was being serious. It had not occurred to him that the note he had sent could be taken in any way other than the way he had intended, but it certainly seemed as though Harry had managed it. Swirling the brandy in the glass, he took a small sip before setting it aside. If Harry wanted some kind of confirmation of what he had said the previous day, then Draco was certainly not going to object.
Standing and moving so that he stood directly in front of Harry, Draco couldn’t help the little smile that tilted his lips upwards. Harry’s eyes were wide – magnified by his glasses – and locked firmly on Draco’s as he raised a hand to brush his fingers against Harry’s lips. The kiss that followed was intended to be soft and slow; more of a confirmation that everything was fine than anything else. However, Draco found that he could not resist dipping his tongue into the welcoming heat of Harry’s mouth. He slid his hand up from Harry’s jaw to grab a handful of hair, tugging gently on it so he could position Harry’s head so the kiss was more comfortable. Harry responded beautifully to him: stepping closer and running his hands up Draco’s chest to rest on his shoulders with a small almost-sigh in the back of his throat that sent Draco’s insides quivering. Draco’s free hand stole around Harry’s waist and before he could think about what he was doing, he had pulled him flush against his chest, revelling in the feeling of the warm body pressed against his. He was unsure if he should have been grateful that the sensible part of his mind seemed to kick in at that moment, reminding him that there was an actual reason for him to have called Harry there and this certainly wasn’t it. Pulling back from the kiss, he took a deep breath before speaking.
“Does that put your doubts to rest?” His voice was slightly too breathy for his liking, but there was nothing he could do about it.
“Hmm...”
Harry’s eyes were still closed, his tongue flicking out almost as though he was tasting Draco on his lips still. Draco’s mind raced as he was almost overwhelmed by the desire to flick his own tongue out and across Harry’s lips in response. Technically there was nothing wrong with wanting sex before they talked, but it would involve having to stay awake afterwards and Draco was not fond of not being able to relax completely after orgasm. Harry’s eyes flittered open, causing Draco’s stomach to flip and he knew he had to put some space between them or else they would get nothing done tonight other than each other. Summoning a smirk, he released Harry’s hair and waist before stepping backwards and moving back onto the lounge. He watched as Harry bent to scoop up the – thankfully unopened – bottle of Butterbeer and followed him to the lounge.
“I, er...”
Draco smiled, the knowledge that he could have this kind of effect on Harry sending warmth through his chest. “I haven’t heard you ‘er’ this much since school.”
“You make me a little nervous these days.”
Draco blinked at the stark honesty in the words. Why did the blasted man have to be so willing to be so open with him like that? He knew that Harry had always spoken his mind – he had, in fact, been a victim of that honesty more often than he cared to remember – but when it was directed at him like this, it left him with very little options to respond with. Determinedly pushing aside the knowledge that it also gave him the worst case of butterflies he had had in years, Draco eyed his brandy as he responded.
“That is not my intention.”
“No, but it’s not a bad thing.” Damn you Potter, stop that! “What was it you wanted to talk about?”
Thankful for the small reprieve, Draco raised his eyes from the glass and shifted so he was sitting with his legs stretched out in front of him. The fact that he noticed Harry’s eyes run the length of his legs as he moved had Draco trying not to smile. Yes, he definitely liked knowing he could have this effect on him.
“Astoria.”
“Excuse me?”
“When Astoria and I got married, it was with the knowledge that we would divorce amicably if either one of us found someone worth the trouble involved. Now, as she is the mother of my child and heir, I don’t believe I would feel comfortable demanding that she leave the Manor after the divorce is finalised. We would, in fact, probably continue in the exact way we have been since we married, due to the fact that we live in separate wings of the house at the moment anyway. Scorpius, of course, has his own suite of rooms in either wing, so that will be no problem. I would assume you will be taking up residence in Grimmauld Place, but she has never before had a problem with my bringing someone home with me; not that I have taken advantage of that generosity. It always seemed a little too vulgar to have a partner in the same house as my wife...” He trailed off when he caught a glimpse of heat in Harry’s eyes. “Will you please drag your mind out of the gutter? I am actually trying to tell you something here.”
“Yeah: you’re trying to tell me that I’m worth the trouble involved with divorcing your wife.”
Draco blinked in surprise. There was absolutely no point in trying to deny the statement, considering that that was exactly what he had been building up to say, just not in those exact words.
“You know, there’s really no point in beating around the bush with me: I won’t get jealous of your wife because I’ve seen the way the two of you interact. And, while I’m not happy with the idea of being the mistress – so to speak – I know how difficult these next few months are going to be. If you want to wait to go through with the divorce from Astoria, I’ll understand. You already know that I’m heading for divorce as soon as we can get everything sorted enough to be able to be in the same room together without wanting to murder each other.”
Draco nodded silently, feeling as though a weight had been lifted from his shoulders. This was a huge step to be taking for someone who he had basically considered an enemy a mere month ago and he was incredibly grateful that Harry seemed to realise this.
“How did everything go with the Weasleys?”
Harry grunted, his lip curling in what appeared to be disgust as he popped the top off the bottle in his hand. “It didn’t. Ron met me at the door and stopped me from going in. It’s looking highly unlikely that that relationship will ever be the same again, but I didn’t really expect him to side with me. It was Molly who really hit hard. I’d been holding onto a ridiculous hope that she’d be willing to at least listen to me, but...” He trailed off, shaking his head before swallowing down half the bottle of Butterbeer as though it had been real alcohol. “Apparently I’m a disappointment to the only woman I have ever known as a mother.”
Draco closed his eyes, knowing how much that must have hurt. He knew he was unbelievably lucky that his parents were accepting of his own sexuality, despite the fact that they had pushed him to get married and beget an heir. Of course, he hadn’t informed them of his and Astoria’s agreement and they had not seen fit to ask. Sometimes, having parents who were raised to not stick their noses too far into their children’s love lives was a very good thing. This knowledge also explained Harry’s current state of dress.
“So you’ve spent the past day taking out your frustration and anger on Grimmauld?”
Harry shrugged; a gesture that dislodged a few more flakes of paint onto the back of the lounge. “It’s in desperate need of both cleaning and fixing. I figured if I could get some of it done myself, it would save me from having to hire someone who would have to be screened to make sure they weren’t a spy for Rita Skeeter.”
The words reminded Draco that he also had actual news for Harry regarding Rita. “I spoke to the Chiefs of the newspapers.”
This seemed to grab Harry’s attention more than nearly anything else Draco had said that night. “And?”
“I had to promise the Prophet the full story, but none of them will be printing anything Ginevra tells them. Not for quite a while, at least.”
He had not realised just how tense Harry had looked before he began to relax at those words. His head fell back against the lounge, his eyes sliding closed and a smile spreading across his face. Draco drank it all in hungrily, wondering if it would be bad form to jump him right then. The sight of Harry stretching like a cat, his shirt riding up his stomach a little way, didn’t help Draco’s state of mind any and he held the brandy to his lips in an attempt to calm his raging hormones a bit. Harry rendered his efforts mute a few seconds later by turning to grin at him.
“Have I ever mentioned that you are the sexiest man I have ever met?” Before Draco’s mind could catch up with what Harry had said, he found himself with an extremely welcome lapful of warm, heavy body. Harry straddled him, wriggling for a few seconds before he apparently got comfortable. “And I would very much like to show you how much I appreciate what you’ve done.”
Staring up into the seemingly never-ending green of Harry’s eyes, Draco could not bring himself to do anything other than pull him in for another kiss. Not holding anything back this time, he forced Harry’s lips open with his tongue, exploring all around his mouth as his hands roamed over as much of him as he could reach. Harry, for his part, seemed just as eager, his fingers working their way in between the buttons of Draco’s black shirt to rub against his heating skin. They continued like this for a while before Draco could resist no more and used both hands to squeeze Harry’s firm arse, pressing him forward into his own throbbing cock. Harry moaned in agreement as he rocked his hips again, giving Draco the friction he had been craving.
“Here?”
Draco shook his head, panting heavily. “Bedroom.”
He almost groaned in disappointment when Harry slid off his lap, but he stood quickly, grasping Harry’s hand so he could Apparate them into his suite of rooms upstairs. He had no idea how they managed it so quickly, but they were both nearly completely naked by the time they reached his bed from the door of the bedroom, their clothing lying scattered on the floor behind them. Draco pushed Harry down onto the bed, crawling after him as he scooted up to the top of the bed. The sight of having Harry Potter lying against his pillows, panting with desire for him was one of the most beautiful things Draco had ever seen. He didn’t get to enjoy it for long, though, as Harry dragged him down on top of him the second he got close enough.
“Draco,” Harry whispered against his throat, his hot breath sending shivers down Draco’s spine.
It seemed to be the only thing he was either capable or willing to say as Draco settled himself down on top of him. Draco ran his teeth lightly along the shell of Harry’s ear, enjoying the shivers and gasps of breath as he nipped lightly at the thin skin. It had been a long time since he had bothered to take his time with a partner, but he was determined to explore this time. He ran the fingers of one hand lightly over the hard muscles of Harry’s shoulder as he continued his attentions to the earlobe before him. It turned out that there was a light scar on the shoulder he was kneading his fingers into and he paused to trace it, working out that it had not come from a spell from the ridges.
“Knife wound,” Harry murmured. “Taught me to be more prepared for physical attacks.”
Draco grinned as he moved both his fingers and lips downwards. The next scar he found was definitely from a Dark hex of some sort; one that he instinctively knew would have been damn near impossible to have Healed completely, hence the scar. It ran across Harry’s right-hand side, following the ridges of his ribcage. Draco leant in to brush his lips along the bumps, drawing small gasps from Harry as he did. He glanced up for an explanation to see Harry biting down on his bottom lip as he stared down at him.
“No one’s ever been this interested in my scars before.”
Draco shrugged. “More fool them. What happened here?”
“Death Eaters back when I was just starting out. They apparently thought they could finish me off and bring him back again.” Harry paused to squirm as Draco moved his hand so he could tweak one of his nipples. “I actually knew what I was doing by then, though.”
“Good.”
A possessive anger had begun to spread through Draco’s chest as Harry had explained; one that he had no idea how to control. He had never been close enough to any of his partners before to have developed any kind of proprietary feelings, but he had suspected that Harry would be different. This was a man he had truly wanted for many years and now that he had him he was fully expecting to have to fight back reactions and emotions he had not felt for a long time. He obeyed the gentle tug on his hair and found himself drawn into a deep kiss.
“Now.”
Rocking his hips in response, Draco had to agree. “Roll over.”
It was almost a shame that Harry obeyed the demand, but Draco found the view from this angle just as enticing as from the front. Harry’s tight arse was displayed for his pleasure and it had him twitching in anticipation. Running his hands down Harry’s thighs, he coaxed him so his knees bent beneath him, curled against his chest. He murmured the charms as he bent over Harry, nibbling at the nape of his neck as he rubbed against his entrance.
“Stop teasing me,” Harry grunted as he rocked backwards against him.
Draco chuckled as he pushed forward, coming to a rest as he sheathed himself fully. He nipped at Harry’s neck and shoulders in an attempt to distract himself from the growing need to move. It wasn’t long before he felt Harry’s muscles squeezing around him and he had to bite back a pleased groan when he pulled out and snapped his hips back in. Harry, however, apparently saw no need to keep his voice down. The moans he let out with each thrust had Draco wondering if he was this loud when he was by himself. That, of course, gave him the image of Harry palming himself in that private bathroom at the Ministry and he thrust harder in response to the surge of lust that hit him. Changing angles with each thrust meant that he eventually hit Harry’s prostate, earning himself a string of foul language that had him huffing out a breathless laugh.
“So greedy for me tonight, Harry.”
“Unnh...”
Draco realised that Harry had worked a hand in between his clenching thighs and was frantically working at bringing himself to orgasm, arching his back and whimpering as his hand moved. The sight motivated him and he aimed for Harry’s prostate again, managing to hit it more often than not.
“Ohh... Oh fuck, Draco, I...”
This was all the warning he had before Harry’s muscles contracted around him, spasming as he began to come. Draco rubbed his cock along Harry’s prostate, thrusting in small jerks, knowing it would prolong the pleasure of Harry’s orgasm for a few seconds at least. It never occurred to him that the move was something that only a lover would do; someone who cared more for his partner’s pleasure than his own. Waiting until he felt Harry begin to relax before he quickened his pace, it only took another three thrusts before Draco was taking his own pleasure. He buried himself deep inside Harry as he came, filling him with jet after jet of hot cum.
Rolling off to the side when he was able to move again, he cast cleaning charms over the two of them. Harry surprised him by leaning back against his chest and Draco had to think that he owed Astoria for giving them this time alone together tonight. It was the last coherent thought he had until the morning.
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