"Leaving already?"
I'm so distracted by talking to Ms. Hakamichi that I almost miss Lilly's quiet inquiry. "Oh, L-Lilly! Um...yes, I n-need to get back for..."
I debate in my head what, exactly, I should say, but just as I decide it would be all right to tell Ms. Hakamichi about my counseling, Lilly has already anticipated the reason for my hesitation. "Yes, I know," she says simply. "Give me a call if you'd like to get together before I come back to the dorm."
"Okay, I will," I reply. Even though our discussion last night seemed to go well, there's still a lot I feel like I need to process. Until I do that, it's probably best for me to avoid both Lilly and Hisao. "Do you know...when that will be?"
"Not exactly, but it will be no later than Friday. I'll need to meet with Yuuko and Kamisaka before the start of the term." Lilly pauses, and the pressure I'd been feeling diminishes at the thought that I have at least a few days of leeway. I have my appointment with Miss Yumi this morning, and then the newspaper club tomorrow. Beyond that, I still have my own future to set in order. To my surprise, Lilly adds, "If you like, we could have lunch in the tea room that day."
I gasp slightly, not expecting her to be asking that already. "A-are you sure about that?"
"As sure as I am about anything of late," she says with a wry smile. "Since I have the key, I'll be there one way or the other. It would be better if you were there with me."
While I don't know if I'll be ready by then, I feel a little happy to receive the invitation. With things still a bit delicate, I can't decline, but I can't accept either. "Thank you, Lilly. I'll l-let you know. We'll meet again...soon."
"Soon, yes." I stand there, not sure if I should reach out to Lilly or not. In the end, I decide on the latter. I walk away, my bag over my shoulder and Noriko's sleeping bag in my other hand. I glance back for a moment, but I quickly turn away, resisting the urge to run back and bury myself in her presence like I always have. I need to keep finding my own way, not just depending on her. If I can't do that, I'll be throwing away all the confidence she's placed in me, and that I'm trying to place in myself.
After putting my physical burdens in the trunk of Ms. Hakamichi's car, I find myself sitting in the front seat so that Shizune and Misha can sit next to each other. In the taxi on the way here, I'd noticed the two of them gesturing occasionally, but this morning they don't seem to be communicating at all for some reason. Shizune is staring out the window, looking unhappy, while next to her Misha is sitting with her hands in her lap, staring downwards. Every so often, Misha glances over at her companion, only to immediately return to the same position. Shizune's mother is doing something similar, glancing in the rear-view mirror periodically with a slightly sad expression on her face. In this atmosphere, I can't do anything other than keep silent while watching everyone.
When we get to Yamaku, everyone gets out of the car quickly. I'm relieved, because I feel like I can breathe again, and I take the opportunity to stretch out a bit. Shizune signs something to Misha, who goes around to the trunk and starts unloading the bags. Shizune then turns to her mother and gestures. Ms. Hakamichi nods, and the two walk a few steps away for what I presume is a private conversation, so I leave them be and go to help Misha. When she sees me, she stands up straight and says, "So~, things went well with Lilly last night, right right?"
At this, more expected reaction from Misha, I relax a bit. "Y-yes," I respond with a nod for emphasis. "I th-think...it'll be a little while before everything's b-back to normal, though." After a brief pause, I decide to test the more dangerous water. "Is...Shizune okay?"
Misha's face turns troubled. I'd never seen this side of her until recently, but now she seems willing to show it to me easily. I feel an odd happiness, but also a little guilty for it. "She will be, I think. Something happened this morning, and she'll need to work it out. She'll need someone~ to talk to, and probably want to play some games, so I'll have to be there for that."
Misha's voice tells me that her own emotions on the matter are mixed. There's a hint of sadness included among them, similar to the one I heard last night. "W-would it help if I..." I start to say, but Misha quickly interrupts.
"That's okay, Hanako~!" Misha says, just as quickly back to her bubbly self. "At times like this, Shicchan gets really~ intense. It's something I'm used to, so don't worry about it!" I hear the loud sound of snapping fingers, and after a quick look in Shizune's direction Misha immediately hoists their two bags onto her shoulders. "I'd better get going! See you later~, Hanako!"
"R-right. See you later," I say, waving at Misha as she walks swiftly toward Shizune. I wrangle my own bag out of the trunk along with Noriko's sleeping bag, then close the trunk with a thud. I look up to see Misha hugging Ms. Hakamichi enthusiastically, then Shizune doing the same, but more reservedly.
As I'm watching the two Student Council members walk away, I feel Shizune's mother's hand on my shoulder. She came up behind me so quietly that I jump a little, and I almost go into a full-fledged bolt. Taking a deep breath, I slowly turn around, and I see a look of contrition on Ms. Hakamichi's face. "I'm sorry, Miss Ikezawa. I thought you'd have heard me, but I can see you were distracted. I humbly apologize."
Ms. Hakamichi bows her head, and my mind flashes back to similar reactions from teachers and medical staff over the years. Unlike those, hers seems sincere, but it still leaves a bad taste in my mouth. Doing my best to brush it off, I say, "It's a-all right, Ms. Hakamichi. I j-just...didn't expect that."
She looks back up at me with a sigh. "Yes, I know. That's exactly the part I should have expected. However, if you're not bothered by it, I'm glad. If I might impose on you a bit more, I was hoping for the opportunity to speak with you for a little while. As a start, since my brother and his wife are not here to do it, I want to thank you for taking care of my niece."
Again, Ms. Hakamichi bows, raising my embarrassment level another notch. "B-but..."
"You're going to deny it, aren't you?" Ms. Hakamichi says, her smile returning. "You want to say that Lilly has been taking care of you rather than the other way around, and that you just want to repay that kindness." Not being able to say she's wrong, I stay silent. Ms. Hakamichi turns to look toward the school. "Lilly's told me quite a bit about the...
difficulties the two of you have had over these past few weeks. Of course, Lilly feels that there's no need for you to do anything for her in return." She turns to look at me again. "So, I have a suggestion: continue being her friend, as she will continue being yours. Perhaps the scales are out of balance right now, but you don't need to be impatient. Lilly cares for you as much as anyone, if not more, and so I have no doubt that you will be friends long enough for things to even out."
I nod, knowing all too well how much damage being impatient can do. "I think...I just always hoped she would c-care for me...more like a sister, not a d-daughter."
Ms. Hakamichi closes her eyes and lowers her head slightly. "I'm afraid that might not be entirely possible. I've seen her treat her own sister as a daughter when it was appropriate, which is more often than Akira would care to admit. She would probably treat her own mother like a daughter if she could get away with it. That's just who Lilly is."
"I know that, t-too...now. I wish I'd understood that s-sooner."
"Actually, I think you were lucky to realize it so quickly," Ms. Hakamichi says with a wan smile. She pauses for a moment, looking me in the eye. I try my hardest not to look away. "Also, there's something else I can tell you from my own experience. People worry about their sisters just as they do about their daughters, you know. After all, you're worried about her, too, right?"
Perceptive, as expected from someone related to both Lilly and Shizune.
"We talked a lot about...the future last night. She's been th-thinking about it a lot lately, I think."
"She mentioned that to me, too. I hope she makes her decision quickly. What about you, Hanako? What are your plans for the future?"
The future.
Even
thinking about the future has been on hold for me for a long time. Even before the accident, all I really wanted were the stereotypical things Japanese girls are supposed to want, like being a bride someday. I suppose I really wanted to be like my mother in that respect, since she was home taking care of me while my father worked. I never knew what my father did while he was alive, although I was told later that he was in the JMSDF. I have vague memories of my mother showing me pictures of the places his ship went, and I think that's when I started becoming interested in traveling. It's somewhat pitiful, but it's really the only time I ever bothered to think about the future – the only time it mattered.
Until now.
"I don't r-really know yet, but..." Before I finish my sentence, I remember a stray thought I had a while ago, before I let my feelings for Hisao take over my heart – no, maybe even from long before that. "I...think I might be interested in...photography." When this summer began, that was the
other reason why I'd agreed to go on the trip with Naomi, so that I could start to see the places I'd only seen in pictures – or maybe even to be the one taking those pictures. I'd even planned to borrow a camera to take with me, but I never did. Thinking about looking at pictures with my mother must have brought it all back to the surface.
Ms. Hakamichi studies my face for a moment, then smiles. "You know, you might just be suited for something like that. Even in the short time I've known you, I can tell that you're quite good at observing in an unobtrusive way. I hope this doesn't seem rude, but I don't doubt that you've had a lot of practice at trying to be invisible."
"N-no, you're right. I've spent...a long time f-feeling like everyone would be...better off if they didn't have to d-deal with me."
"I see," she responds, looking a bit chastened. I know she didn't mean to dredge up
that memory. "It's a good trait for a photographer to have, making other people feel as though they're not there."
Wait...PEOPLE?
"I...w-wasn't thinking about...I wanted to take p-pictures of...places, or s-scenes..."
"Hmmm...so landscape photography, maybe working for the tourism industry? That's a little outside my area of expertise. Do you have any experience with a camera?"
"J-just playing around a few times..." The orphanage had a couple of cameras they used for various promotions, and one of the wards was kind enough to let me play with one of them. I could never bring myself to take pictures of any of the other kids or the staff, and I didn't think the ones I did take were good enough to be worth keeping. Now I wish I did. I've had a couple other chances since then, but never like that.
"Yamaku has a photography club, doesn't it? Have you considered...well, I suppose you wouldn't, but it would be a good place to start learning."
"There is one, but...the president is a little..." I'm about to mention that Misaki is a bit odd in the way that she spends nearly every free moment – and even some that aren't supposed to be free – working with pictures on her laptop. Then I remember that I'm not exactly in a position to call anyone else odd, so I just let my thought trail off.
Fortunately, Ms. Hakamichi seems to understand. "I suppose a lot of people who are invested in their art might seem a bit strange to those outside their circle, myself included." She notices my surprised look before continuing, "People don't often think of photography as art, but it most definitely is." She leans forward as though she thinks this is something she shouldn't be telling me. "You might not be able to get Mr. Nomiya to admit it, though. He tends to be rather conservative about these things."
The thought of the flamboyant Nomiya being conservative in any way causes me to giggle. My issue, though, isn't just the reputation artists have for being eccentric in general, with Tezuka being a prime example. My larger worry about the photography
club is its size. The newspaper club comprises only five members besides myself, and I've only gone beyond greetings with three of them. I've never so much as
spoken during a meeting. Besides Misaki, there are at least a
dozen students in the photography club. Just thinking about it is starting to set my teeth on edge. Still, if I'm going to keep moving forward, this is the kind of thing I need to at least attempt. "O-okay, Ms. Hakamichi, I'll...think about it."
"That's the start of everything worthwhile," she replies, then reaches into her bag and pulls out a business card. "If you find yourself traveling down that path, give me a call," she says as she hands it to me. "I work with people in the field, and so does Juliane. One of us might at least be able to help you get your foot in the door."
I'm stunned by the gesture, but I at least remember to bow and say, "Thank you."
"No need. It's the least I can do for the kindness you've shown my family." Ms. Hakamichi bows in return, then starts to walk around to the driver's side of her car. "I know you have an appointment, so I won't keep you any longer. I really hope the four of you find the time to come back soon." Ms. Hakamichi pauses by the car door, looking a bit wistful. "At least once, before I leave for good."
"For good?"
Ms. Hakamichi's face looks slightly troubled. "Yes, for good. You see, I'm going to be returning to Montréal; I'm not certain when, but probably sometime next spring." She closes her eyes, and she smiles. "Don't repeat what I'm going to say to anyone. You and the other three are the only ones I've told this, but Juliane and I are getting married."
After hearing that, I don't think it's possible for my eyes to go any wider. I remember a story on the news a few years ago about countries in Europe allowing same-sex partners to be married, but I haven't watched any news broadcasts since coming to Yamaku. I'd certainly never thought it would involve anyone I actually knew. It also explains some of Shizune's behavior this morning. "Th-that's why...y-your daughter wouldn't..."
"Most likely," Ms. Hakamichi says, nodding sadly. "Juliane and I have been talking about this for two years now, but I'd been waiting for my daughter to be more comfortable with our relationship. Some things she'd said recently led me to think that it was possible, but I suppose it was still too soon."
Even though she's trying to hide it, I can see the pain in her face as she says this. It reminds me a lot of Lilly's usual expression. Even though I don't know why, I'm moved to say, "I'm s-sorry."
"Why?" Ms. Hakamichi half-shouts, sounding incredulous. This time, she reminds me of myself, of how I wish I could react to unnecessary apologies. "You've done nothing for which to be sorry." She pauses, turning to look off into the distance. "None of us have, including my daughter. This is something we need to work out between the two of us. We're slowly approaching each other, but the gulf between us is still wide." She bows to me once again, then straightens up abruptly and opens her car door. "I've troubled you enough, Miss Ikezawa, so thank you for indulging my selfish request."
"I-it was my pleasure," I say, returning her bow.
"In that case, I hope you might be willing to listen to one more selfish request." I look at her questioningly for a moment before nodding. "Please, get along well with my daughter. I know she can be difficult, but she's a good person, and she could use more people around her who know that."
Ms. Hakamichi's request takes me slightly aback. I think I'm already friends with Misha, but I'm not sure how well I can say I know Shizune. Still, there's only one thing I can say in reply. "I'll...do my best."
"Thank you," she says, smiling at me one last time before getting into her car and driving away. Strangely, I feel a slight sense of loss as it disappears. It reminds me a little of the night Lilly left Yamaku, and of...other partings that weren't so pleasant. After lingering a little in the growing warmth of the morning, I start on my way up the path to the girls' dorm.
After dropping off my bag in my room, I prepare myself for the task of returning Noriko's sleeping bag. This morning has already been stressful, and I'm not looking forward to dealing with my hallmate as well, but I need to get this out of the way before my appointment with Miss Yumi. Upon re-entering the hallway, I can hear shouting coming from Noriko's room. I freeze in the middle of the corridor, but before I can turn around her door opens and Kamisaka walks out. From inside her room, I hear Noriko yelling, "Don't come back until you get your head straight!" followed immediately by the door slamming shut.
Kamisaka stands there for a moment, a confused expression on his face. I still haven't moved from my spot, but now I
have to, or he'll run into me on his way out. I shuffle as quietly as I can to one side of the hallway, clutching the sleeping bag to my chest, but not quietly enough. Kamisaka's head snaps in my direction, and so do his words. "Who's that?" I swallow, trying to ease my dry throat, as Kamisaka unfolds his cane. "Is someone there?" he asks more calmly. "Ikezawa?"
How does he know it's me? Oh, right, probably because I'm the only other one staying in this hall right now.
I start breathing again and take another shot at loosening my throat. "S-sorry, Kamisaka. I was just s-startled by...um..."
Kamisaka's shoulders slump. "Ah, don't worry about it, Ikezawa. I was kinda startled, too, to be honest. I didn't think I'd get that kind of reaction."
"R-reaction? To what?" Knowing Noriko's reputation, I imagine it would take a lot to get her angry like that.
Kamisaka turns slightly red. "Um...asking her to have lunch with me."
"Lunch?" I say incredulously, because I can't believe that's all it was.
"Yeah, lunch," Kamisaka says, shaking his head and laughing. "I just came by to ask her to come to the cafeteria with me, and she just started...yelling at me, about how she didn't want to talk to me. I figured I must've done something wrong, so I asked her what it was, and that's when she threw me out." Kamisaka sighs, looking defeated. "But this has nothing to do with you, Ikezawa. Sorry to trouble you."
He starts walking, his cane rolling across the floor lackadaisically. I call after him. "Wh-what are you..."
Pausing without turning around, he says, "I'll just come back tomorrow, maybe she'll calm down. I mean, it's not like we're
close or anything. Well, according to her, anyway. Talk to you later, Ikezawa."
He waves vaguely to me as he resumes walking, and as he goes into the stairwell I realize I should have mentioned that Lilly was planning to talk to him. Having lost that chance, I take a deep breath, turn around and resume my perilous trek to Noriko's door. Tucking the sleeping bag under one arm, I raise my hand to knock on the door, but hesitate, wondering if her anger might be vented on me. Just then, the door opens abruptly, and Noriko nearly crashes into me as she comes out.
"What the fu-huh? Hanako?" She stares at me for a moment, then glances down the hall, then back at me. "What are you...oh, yeah, my sleeping bag." She gingerly takes it from my unresisting hands as I stand in front of her. She turns it over in her hands nonchalantly, saying, "Looks like it came back in one piece, but I should probably wash it." She tosses it off to the side, then turns back to look at me. "So is there something else, or are you just waiting for me to slam the door again?"
Unable to bring myself to move just yet, my stammer kicks into high gear. "I-I was...just t-talking to...Kamisaka."
"Figures," she says with a sigh. She looks back at me, and her eyes flash. "I want to say it's his fault for asking so suddenly, but any other day...ugh," she grunts, slamming her fist into the door. I jump backwards as she spits, "I just wasn't ready to deal with him yet, okay? You can relate to that, right? I mean, you're not ready to deal with people pretty much all the time. I was just...more...forceful about it." Her eyes dart around a bit, then some of the steam seems to go out of her. "Eh, who am I kidding? It's just easier for me to chase people away than run like you do. Kinda the story of my life, and why the hell am I telling
you all this?"
She throws her hands up in the air and walks away, but doesn't close the door. I'm pretty sure I know the answer, though. "B-because I'm here...right now?"
Noriko turns around to look at me, then laughs. "Yeah, you got a point. Any port in a storm, right?" She takes a couple steps back towards me, then says, "So, since I started this, you wanna know what's going on?" I'm not sure whether she's being sarcastic or sincere. I'm about to deny any interest and walk away, but something she said a few days ago comes to mind.
"As for Hisao...well, I guess it's just because he listened to me when nobody else did."
She needs someone to listen to her.
She needs...me.
My hesitation is apparently enough for her, as she backs up into her room and sits down on the bed. "Okay, consider my anchor weighed. Heh, I didn't think I'd be doing the whole 'bare your soul' shit to you, but I'm game if you are." Hearing that almost makes me change my mind and bolt, but then she mutters something under her breath that stops me. "Not like Rika would understand anyway."
"Rika...Katayama?" I ask uncertainly. I only know Katayama's name, which apparently isn't uncommon. I'm not sure what her relationship with Noriko is, but they're close enough for Misha to have made a point of telling her she'd returned to school.
Noriko sighs, and in a voice barely above a whisper says, "Never mind." A little bit louder she adds, "So, you coming in or not?"
"Yes...e-excuse me," I say nervously. Gathering up all my strength, I tentatively step into the room, closing the door behind me. Looking around, I realize that it doesn't look much different from mine – there's nothing hanging on the wall apart from a calendar, and the only things on her shelves are her alarm clock, some textbooks and a small pile of square foil packets. On her bed, I see a medium-sized stuffed rabbit, colored black with white, stitched-on features.
Noriko looks at me with her head cocked to one side, laughing softly. "You know, you're the first person who's ever bothered to look around here. So, sit down already."
"Thanks," I say, pulling out the chair from her desk to do so.
Noriko shifts to lean her back against the wall before talking. "So, I figure Hisao wouldn't tell you anything about me, so I'll start from the beginning. A couple years ago, they told me I had a disease where only one case in a hundred lived more than ten years. I don't know what it's called, because I never bothered to try and remember it. Everyone who needed to know already knew, right? I didn't give a shit what the name of the thing was, I just needed to know what it was gonna do to me, and that's kill me. That's when I figured out how I was gonna live what was left of my life, which was live as much as I could, as
fast as I could, so that's what I've been doing ever since. That's how I got
used to living, and I liked it – or at least, I liked it better than how I used to live."
Noriko turns her head to look out the window. "That's what I thought, until this morning. Like usual, I went down to Nurse's office to get my pills and my monthly lecture about how I shouldn't do the stuff I like doing and I
should do stuff I don't like doing. At least, that's how it was supposed to go. Instead, he comes at me with that big goofy grin of his and says 'Yoshimura! I've got good news for you!' and starts talking about how there's been..." Noriko pauses and takes a deep breath, and it catches in her throat like she's trying not to cry. "...about...how there's been a breakthrough, a new treatment for this thing I've got. He...my parents signed me up for a clinical trial, and if it works, they think...it might actually keep me alive for a lot longer. Nurse said that since I'm still in the early stages, that...that I'd have...one of the best...best chances..."
Noriko's voice disintegrates, and as I look at her with her knees drawn up to her face, I can't help but feel a little confused. "Th-that's good...isn't it?"
"You'd think so, right?" Noriko replies, sounding like she's on the verge of breaking. "You'd think that hearing you might live something like a normal life would make a person happy, right? So, if I'm sitting here crying like this instead, I must be stupid or something, right?"
"N-no, that's not..."
"Well, the answer is that of
course I'm stupid, because ever since Nurse told me that, all I can think about is how everything I've been doing for the last couple years has been
wrong! Because I've been living my life, thinking it was going to be over soon, and now maybe it
isn't! Because I've been thinking I didn't want to have any regrets, and now because of this maybe I'm going to have a
shitload of regrets! Because I was thinking...I was thinking I wanted to go out in a blaze of glory, and didn't care if something I did might kill me...even fantasizing a little about having someone with me...even..." Noriko stops for a moment and looks at me, and I see something in her eyes I've only ever seen before in the mirror: real, gut-wrenching fear. "
WHAT IF I'D ACTUALLY DONE IT?!"
There's a part of me that fully comprehends what she's saying right now. It's the part that, once upon a time, had similar thoughts – not for the same reason, but there was a time, years ago, when I thought it would have been better if I'd just died in the fire along with my parents. I don't think that way anymore, because if I had, I wouldn't have met all the people who proved the old me wrong about humanity. I want to tell her this, and so I look her in the eyes, ready to open my mouth...
...but then, just like that, Noriko is back to herself. She looks out the window and says, "You know what? If I
had done it, maybe I'd be better off now. I'd be dead, and I wouldn't even know about any of this shit that's going on, right?"
My eyes go wide, because now she's striking far too close to home. It's almost enough for me to wonder how much Hisao told her about me, that somehow she
knows me. On the other side,
I don't know
her well enough to know how serious she is, but she's certainly
trying to sound like she's joking. I wonder, if I'd been able to approach anyone back then, whether I might have sounded like this, too.
When I come back from that thought, Noriko is looking me in the eye again. It's suddenly very hard not to feel useless. After a second, she leans back and sighs. "Don't worry, it's not like I'd do something like that
now. Just don't say anything to Kamisaka about any of this, okay? He doesn't know about any of it – not even my...
condition."
Still not knowing how to respond, I say, "I won't. But...I think you n-need someone...else to talk to. I'm...n-no good at this."
"Nah, you're fine. Didn't I tell you, the best thing about Nakai was that he
listened to me? Same thing here. I needed someone to rant to, you listened to me rant, so I'm good now." She pauses for a second, taking a deep breath before continuing, "I mean, it'll really piss me off if I go through this trial thing, and it doesn't work, and I end up dying without doing a bunch of stuff I wanted to do, you know? But otherwise, yeah, I'm good now."
Why am I not convinced of that?
Isn't there something I can do?
Wait.
I've got to go do something.
Maybe that's what she's got to go do, too.
"Noriko, I'm...r-really not that good at this, but...I know someone who is. I'm...on my way to see her now." At Noriko's puzzled expression, I clarify, "E-ever since I came to Yamaku, I've been...going to a counselor, to...h-help me deal with things. There have been...d-different ones, but I think this one r-really helped me. I probably...wouldn't even be able to talk to you otherwise."
Noriko frowns deeply. "Counseling, huh?" she spits. "Yeah, they told me about that when I got here, too. Talked to some old guy with glasses a couple times, but we never connected."
"Miss Yumi is...different." That's all I say, because I know that when people said that to me, I didn't believe them either.
Noriko gets up from the bed and paces for a bit. It makes me nervous, so I get up as well and try to nonchalantly edge my way towards the door. "Well, at least you didn't tell me I should talk to your foreigner friend. I don't think I could've handled that. But...if this Yumi person got this kind of progress out of the Hermit of Yamaku, maybe I should think about it."
"Good!" I say, a little more loudly than I'd wanted. Then, I say something that might be very dangerous. "But...whether or not you s-see her, if you...need to rant again, I'll s-still listen."
Noriko stares at me for a moment, a shocked look on her face. "Hang on, Hanako...why..."
"I'm...your friend. Miss Yumi says...that having friends and b-being counseled...aren't mutually exclusive. A person benefits most...by having both." I smile a little as I finish edging to the door and open it. "I'd b-better get going. My appointment is...pretty soon."
"Yeah, um..." Noriko gets up from her bed and starts walking over to me. The thought strikes me that in a situation like this she might be about to hug me, and even though I'm her friend I'm not quite ready for that. I take a nervous step backwards into the hallway, and Noriko stops walking. Smiling at me, she says, "Okay, then. See ya later, Hanako, and thanks."
"It's...fine," I say, and start down the hall, only half-running, and not stopping until I get to the auxiliary building.
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