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His time with the Audentes had changed the course of Evan's life. He imagined he was amongst a remarkable majority of ex-recruits in that regard, and in retrospect it was unsurprising, but at first returning home had been a shocking readjustment. He had withdrawn from the semester that he had been halfway through, not because he could not recall the information his classes had been imparting -- that was a state that could be fixed, after all -- but because the very structure of school had thrown him. He had left campus, he had gone home and told his parents what had happened: they had been furious and fascinated and shocked and relieved in turn, and Evan could sympathize. In the end he'd spend six months at home.

It had been a boon. Dropping out had meant reapplying, and reapplying had made Evan shrug and send applications to other universities, pie-in-the-sky places he hadn't considered before. It'd been his time with ALASTAIR that he ultimately credited, therefore, his acceptance to one of the schools tied for the top of the pile in comp sci undergraduate programs.

From there on out, it'd been much harder to miss his time away from home, as the program was ferociously exacting, even for his standards. Ultimately the Audentes never faded from his mind entirely, but they settled squarely into past, not present, and his pangs for his friends there faded as he slowly accepted the unlikelihood of ever seeing any of them again.

By the beginning of his second year at the new university, he had settled back into the realities of life on Earth entirely. Student housing, cafeterias, lectures, labs and all extra hours spent studying were routines that became easy once more (although perhaps he got a little more involved in extracurriculars than he otherwise would have). The big brick student residence halls, with the towers on the corners, had been built a hundred years ago and renovated in the eighties. It had been cutting-edge then, with whiteboards and two fireplaces in each common area, and brown carpet all in the hallways. The radiators worked but they made noise in the winter, the beds were narrow, the desks in the bedrooms tall and solid and terribly dated. It became home to Evan with ease, even having to put up with a roommate again. Campus was expansive and riddled with enough to keep him occupied all hours of the day, even the rare few he didn't spend on schoolwork.

Life carried on.
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From: [personal profile] strikingtwice
Life carried on.

It had been about two months since Evan had disappeared (returned home, Meallan had been assured, although a part of him doubted exactly how true that was) and life carried on with ALASTAIR as it always had, brief breaks on Oska before they were sent out for another mission to do what they could to aid other worlds once more. But even with the work to help keep his mind busy, Meallan still found himself turning to look for a familiar, red-haired form that was no longer there, coming up with questions or topics to talk about with someone he'd likely never speak to again. His heart ached from the loss, felt as keenly as the loss of his brother, his clan, his friends in the Inquisition before, and he found himself wondering at times if it ever became any easier to bear or not.

He wondered as well what answer he'd like better, and found he couldn't decide, preferring instead to try to drive the melancholy away with a sharp focus on their work and pushing himself to do more and help others in ways he felt he should have come up with sooner. Laedo helped him in fashioning a new arm to replace the one lost to the Anchor, a limb that moved as sure and easy as if he'd been born with it, though it was a delicate, pale shade of gold with a thread of green across the palm, something Meallan had requested to remember all that had been lost in the past. It helped motivate him to focus on learning healing himself as well, and he found a strange peace in burying himself in helping others as much as he could, working until he was too exhausted to dwell on what he missed or to dream of a nervous smile that he'd never see again.

Or at least, he'd never have expected to see again. Not until the fateful day when ALASTAIR finally said that they thought he might have a path home, a way to return to Thedas and hopefully focus on the concerns of his own world, and Meallan had willingly accepted and stepped through their portal...

...only to find himself falling far enough for his stomach to flipflop in fear before he hit the ground hard enough that he lay there stunned for a moment or so, taking in the smell of autumn in the air, a tang of cold and smell of wood smoke and leaves that was familiar and yet... not.

He rose then, looking around at strange buildings that seemed too large and different for Thedas and he felt a twist of despair as he realised that wherever he was, it wasn't Thedas. ALASTAIR hadn't gotten him home after all, though he wasn't certain if it was on purpose or not.

Hopefully if it was a mistake or a test they'd get in contact with him or bring him back shortly, but in the meantime... Meallan imagined it might be a good idea to find out more about where he was, just in case it was a final task before he could truly leave. The building before him seemed as good a starting point as any, and he made his way towards it, ignoring the stares he got from humans as he got closer. The looks weren't unusual really; even in Thedas a Dalish elf drew murmurs and fearful looks among many human settlements, and he was used to standing out in other worlds as well. So instead of letting them worry him, he entered the main building and looked around for someone who might seem useful to ask questions of.

The place he'd entered was a dining area of some kind, which was good since there were enough people there that he'd have plenty of choices, but it was in looking around that Meallan spotted one face in particular that stood out immediately, and he barely had time to realise who it was before he was making his way over to the table, hardly noticing the whispers and stares, and stopping next to the seated figure.

"...Evan?"

Date: 2016-09-14 12:52 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] strikingtwice
"Evan!" He hadn't been certain what he was seeing until the redhead stood and he saw recognition and warmth in those eyes, and then all at once Meallan was dragging the slighter man close and wrapping both arms around him in a warm, fierce hug, as though expecting any moment he'd wake and find it a dream slipping away from him.

"Creators, it's good to see you, lethallin! I thought I wouldn't..." He pauses, swallowing feelings that threaten to rise up too fast, and then the reality of what this might mean sinks in as he pulls back.

"But... you haven't come back, have you?" Meallan says slowly, and finally takes a look around the hall at the number of faces watching them, some looking curious, amused, and even judgemental. His gaze takes in the few at the table Evan had been sitting at, the open interest there, and he meets Evan's eyes again.

"That must mean..." His gaze drops again and Meallan belatedly realises that he's still holding Evan's hand, still wanting that contact that he's been sorely missing and the tether that he's afraid to let go of now. "I am further from home than I thought I was, aren't I?"

Date: 2016-09-17 06:52 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] strikingtwice
He's about to ask what the people with Evan are talking about and how the other man can be so casual about Meallan being here, but then Evan's pulling him away from everyone like they're at risk of being spotted and suddenly he recalls what Evan had told him so long ago about magical creatures needing to pass as human. That it might be dangerous not to.

So he lets himself be led, glancing around and noticing properly now the number of stares they get, how he can't see anyone at all who isn't human. He'd gotten used to seeing few elves with ALASTAIR, as much as it had pained him at times, but there'd still been other races around. Here there was no one who didn't look utterly human, not even humanoids like Laedo's shining, familiar form. It's disconcerting and he speeds up a little, following Evan's direction and hoping the younger man has a goal in mind of somewhere safer to talk.

But even as they walk, he can't help dropping his voice to a low murmur, asking the question he's fairly certain he knows the answer to already.

"Evan, is this your world? Am I going to have to... hide?"

Date: 2016-09-18 01:38 pm (UTC)
strikingtwice: (why does everyone think I can save us)
From: [personal profile] strikingtwice
He lets Evan lead them, trusting he knows the ins and outs of this place far better than Meallan himself does, and he can't help but notice after a moment that Evan seems to be choosing paths that mean they're away from others, avoiding further attention as they make their way to the younger man's room. It seems further confirmation in his mind of what he'd guessed already, that if this was Evan's world, then he'll stick out like... well, like a Dalish elf trying to hide in a human village would in Thedas, although here the difference was that they wouldn't even know well enough what a Dalish elf was.

At least the stairwell is empty so far, though he keeps an ear out for any sounds the might suggest otherwise.

"I don't know," he says grimly, taking the stairs with quick, flowing strides. "I didn't mean to come here, I was meant to return to Thedas instead. I need to return to Thedas."

Realising belatedly how that might sound, Meallan turns to flash Evan a quick, affectionate smile. "Not that I mind seeing you again, lethallin, but I wish it had been under different circumstances."

Date: 2016-09-20 01:01 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] strikingtwice
"It's better than being in a world that I don't recognise on my own at least," Meallan points out, trying to find the positive in the situation still. It's far easier now at least, with Evan there with him. His heart feels light enough now that he almost feels like a dragon could show up and they'd still find a way to manage the problem together.

Although considering how many people seem to be in this place, perhaps it's a good thing that dragons aren't about to show up out of nowhere.

"What is this place anyway?" he asks, keeping his voice low as he follows Evan. "There are so many people here, almost as many as Skyhold. Are you in the military of your country?"

Date: 2016-09-20 03:51 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] strikingtwice
"School..." He's heard of such places before and has an abstract sort of idea what the might be like, though born more of the learning style of the Dalish, children clustered around the adults teaching them of life in the clan. He knows it wouldn't be like that as much for Evan though, recalling how much books came into learning with humans usually, but even with what he did know, Meallan hadn't pictured a place like this.

It's so much bigger than he'd imagined, and as they slip into Evan's room, he gives the other man a curious look. "You share it with someone? There's so much space here, why would anyone need to share a room? Or..."

His question is prempted by Evan's and Meallan glances down at his left arm, the golden hand that he has now, and gives a small, wry smile. "Not exactly. Laedo made me a replacement that works rather well, but it's good to have both hands again."

Then he gives Evan a look. "You and John... are you involved?"

Date: 2016-09-20 04:41 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] strikingtwice
"You have to pay to be here?" That's something he hadn't considered, and that with Evan's insistence that he wasn't involved with anyone, let alone the man he shared a space with, makes him feel oddly better about everything, though Meallan tried to remind himself that it wasn't really any of his business. It shouldn't matter if Evan was or wasn't seeing anyone, not when this is his world and he would be within his right to continue his life and forget all about ALASTAIR and the Audentes.

Still, he can't shake the little flicker of happiness at the denial.

"What do you do here, if you don't mind my asking?" he says, curious now that the light is on and taking a look around the other man's space. "You're paying to live here and learn... magic?"

Date: 2016-09-20 05:33 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] strikingtwice
Meallan trails after him, looking around everything with interest but keeping his hands to himself out of respect for Evan's space. The computer though, that gets an intensely curious look and he leans over the younger man's shoulder to peer at it, delicate length of his ear brushing Evan's.

"The jewellery was smaller and easier to use," he offers, since it's about all he can remark on in relation to the curious device before him.

The comment about magic though, that hits home, and he rises and follows Evan to the bed, sitting on it and curling close to the younger man. "Including your magic? I suppose at least hiding being a mage isn't new to me. Even if I don't like it much.

"But Evan, you haven't said what else I might have to hide here. When we first met, you said that humans don't know about other races, that they have to pretend to be human to get by. I don't know if you've noticed but I'm rather obviously not human."

Date: 2016-09-20 06:23 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] strikingtwice
"It's not your fault," Meallan says quietly, as much a reminder to himself as an acceptance of what Evan is saying. He hates the idea of hiding, it chafes against the pride that all of his people have for being elvhen, why they wear their vallaslin so openly and dare others to judge them for it.

But this isn't Thedas, and the stakes may be higher than simply making life difficult for him. In Thedas there might be the risk of some humans attacking and killing a lone Dalish elf for whatever reason, but they would be unlikely to then try to seek out and slay the clan entirely. Not without far more provocation than simply existing. Here getting discovered might lead to Evan being found out as well, perhaps even his family and others in turn, and whatever fate would befall them then.

Meallan could bear hiding who he was if it was to avoid bringing danger to his friend and the others of this world surely.

He exhales slowly and gives Evan a soft smile, doing his best to accept the other man's words. "No, you didn't. I assumed they both looked human?"

Date: 2016-09-20 06:47 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] strikingtwice
"Integration help?" Again, the wording bothers him a little although Meallan tries not to focus on it. It reminds him too much of the city elves and his people's past, but that's not Evan's fault either. The other man just wants to help and it's something that Meallan will have to... adapt to.

But he does lean closer to peer into Evan's eyes, both out of curiosity about how good the disguise really is and for his own reasons. He's missed Evan even if it hasn't been that long, and missed being close to him. Perhaps he's a touch clingy now in part because of missing him and because there are no other familiar faces here, but he enjoys the excuses for closeness.

"If it's not a real, permanent change I could manage with just looking human, I suppose," he agrees a little cautiously. "Is it something I could... take off sometimes?"

Date: 2016-09-20 12:07 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] strikingtwice
"To explain why you suddenly have a friend who looked like an elf when he first arrived?" It makes sense to him, though he wonders if some of what others had said at the sight of him would help there.

But they can talk about that in a moment, instead Meallan is watching with open curiosity as Evan pulls out a slim device from his pocket with the mention of speaking with his mother.

"Is that a type of... computer as well? Like the jewellery and the one over there?" He indicates the desk and the other one Evan had shown him. "Why do you need so many?"

Date: 2016-09-24 05:36 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] strikingtwice
"All right..." Meallan says, more because he feels he should agree than any real understanding of what Evan is talking about. The shapes are different but he's not really certain how that matters; it hadn't with the jewellery after all.

Then Evan sets it down again and he frowns at the device in confusion and then glances back at the younger man as he realises why he's paused.

"I didn't? I just saw a lot of people and when I realised that there was food there as well, it seemed like a good place to get information. I didn't know where I was until I saw you there."

He gives a shrug and a small laugh. "I actually wondered if ALASTAIR had lied and said they were sending me back but I'd been put to another world for a mission instead."

Date: 2016-10-01 12:40 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] strikingtwice
"I can think of a couple of reasons," Meallan admits slowly, and as he catches the look on Evan's face, he can guess at least one of them has occurred to the other man as well. It's likely the more concerning one to him, which is probably a good thing; Meallan doesn't see reason to drag out every possible reason just yet, so as Evan focuses on the phone he nods and stands as well, deciding to distract himself with investigating while Evan makes his call.

He can guess that the bed and desk likely belong to the other person staying there, and while he largely tries to keep his hands to himself, Meallan can't help but take a look at the posters on the walls and open the closet to poke his head inside, slowly moving his way to the other door that hadn't opened onto the hallway.

Date: 2016-10-06 11:41 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] strikingtwice
The life-sized shape made of strange board is strange enough to warrant a look, and Meallan is in the process of trying to pull it free when Evan turns back to him and he freezes like he's been caught stealing sweet bread by the clan Keeper, and quickly lets it go and withdraws from being half in the wardrobe.

"Does she?" he asks, feeling a prickle of embarrassment across his cheeks. "I take it that's a good sign at least..."

The request for a picture is less strange after getting used to the jewellery they'd all used with ALASTAIR and Meallan nods, moving closer and dropping down on the second bed opposite Evan.

"All right. Do I need to do anything for it, or is this all right?"

Date: 2016-10-08 06:18 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] strikingtwice
"A lot?" It seems a strange enough question that Meallan raises an eyebrow in confusion, trying to think exactly what had been happening when Evan left. He didn't recall it being that busy or anything strange happening, and he gave the other man a shrug, wondering if there'd been something he'd missed.

"Not really, we had another mission, but then when we got back to Oska, they offered some of us, including me, the chance to go home. That's all really." As he thought about it again, Meallan idly bounced on the bed and made a surprised sound before doing the same again.

"Creators, this is soft." With that he fell back onto the bed properly, stretching out on it with a quiet groan of pleasure.

Date: 2016-10-09 11:34 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] strikingtwice
"What do you mean, from my perspective?" Meallan questions, turning his head to give Evan a funny look but not quite willing to get up from the bed just yet. It's something he feels a bit bad, aware it's not really Evan's bed, but it's comfortable and he stretches out catlike against it, content with really sinking into the softness.

"It's been about a month or so, I think? I haven't kept an exactly count... for a few reasons." The last part is a touch evasive, though he hopes Evan won't guess why and put it down to missions and time differences on different worlds.

Truthfully, a large part was also due to how Meallan had retreated a fair amount to begin with, not wanting to dwell on how long it had been since Evan had left and preferring to throw himself into anything he could as a distraction. It had worked, more or less, but he didn't want to dwell on that time much either.

Date: 2016-10-12 07:31 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] strikingtwice
"Hmm?" Meallan makes an effort to sit up and pay attention as Evan speaks, a lingering smile on his lips that slowly fades as Evan explains why he's troubled by what Meallan had said.

"Two years?" he echoes, staring at Evan uncertainly. There'd been changes to Evan's face yes, but nothing that had made him think it had been that long. His throats works a moment as he thinks about how much time that was, how much could happen, and finally he manages a small, uncertain laugh.

"No wonder you were so surprised to see me. You must have put all of ALASTAIR and the rest of us behind you."

Date: 2016-10-12 08:58 am (UTC)
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Meallan hesitates as Evan admits that he'd been trying to focus on his studies, wondering how much he'd changed simply by turning up here, and then the younger man admits as well that he'd missed being part of a team, of being honest about who and what he was and that's enough for him.

He rises from the bed immediately and crosses to Evan's dropping down by his side and pulling him into a fierce hug.

"I've missed you as well," he murmurs, his voice thick with emotion. "Even though it wasn't as long for me, when you left... I knew I should be happy but all I could think was how much I missed you. In a way, I'm glad that I was sent here. It means I can see you again."

Date: 2016-10-13 07:42 am (UTC)
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A snort of amusement escapes him and Meallan squeezes Evan tighter for a moment, a reassurance to the part of him that had been so afraid that he'd never get the chance to see the other man again. That he'd be alone again.

Then he finally lets go and sits back, his eyes a touch brighter with emotion, though his face is all smiles.

"And you're just as warm as I remember as well," he teases. "Surely you must be popular on winter nights."

Settling back down, Meallan curls companionably against Evan's side, apparently content to stay there for the time being. At least until something else catches his attention.

"So... what do we do now?" he says at last. "Are your parents coming here?"

Date: 2016-10-13 10:57 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] strikingtwice
"Aren't I allowed to?" he returns, meeting the grin with a challenging eyebrow of his own. "Maybe I'd like to meet the man who was very dedicated in wooing your mother."

He wriggles his eyebrows and grins widely, then bursts into laughter and drops back to sprawl out as much as he could on Evan's bed. "The look on your face..."

It reminds him a good deal of their first conversation and he hopes Evan still remembers it as well, even if it has been much longer for him. Maybe it's too much to think he would remember Meallan that well, but he clung to the thought anyway.

After a moment to let his amusement die down again, Meallan glances up at Evan curiously. "So... you study things here? And do you work as well?"

Date: 2016-10-16 11:42 am (UTC)
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"That just sounds more tempting if you ask me," Meallan returns with a teasing grin. "Something they'll remember and remind you of, even after..."

He goes quiet, not liking the reminder that he'll have to leave as soon as he can manage. As much as he enjoys being with Evan, there's nothing to ensure that time isn't passing in Thedas now he's here, and the idea that he might not have a world to return to, or at least not one he knows, is a sudden, heavy weight on his chest.

He's quiet as Evan speaks, nodding but not listening as well as he might otherwise. It's not fair to Evan to tune out, but it's a sudden and sobering thought for Meallan to think that he doesn't know how time will work in Thedas compared to Evan's world as opposed to with the Audentes. There he could afford to indulge his own whims more, now he might not have that luxury.

It's not something he wants Evan to worry about considering he's back in his own world and life now, so Meallan smiles and sits back against the wall as well, putting a bit more distance between them.

"And here I come in and distract you from all of that," he says with an apologetic smile. "I'm sorry, Evan. Hopefully I won't disrupt your life too much and I can find a way back quickly."

Date: 2016-10-19 10:49 am (UTC)
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Tactility is something Meallan has always been comfortable with, craves in a way since the separation from his clan and his remaining family had meant that much of the casual contact he was used to as a daily part of life had vanished. He leans into the touch a bit, pressing against Evan's hand despite himself, but withdraws again a moment later.

"And I am glad to see you as well, Evan," he says hoping the other man doesn't think he regrets that part of all of this. "I really am. I just... I wish there was less to worry about and that I could just enjoy being here, with you. Not worrying about what people might think or how it might effect you or anything like that."

Date: 2016-10-24 10:52 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] strikingtwice
Meallan blinks, a touch surprised at how rational and collected Evan is being, and nods slowly. He can see the definite wisdom in Evan's words, but it strikes him that the other man may have matured in his two years different in ways that Meallan mightn't be fully aware of.

He finds he's both curious to find out more and uncertain if he'll get the chance or if he'll have to leave before he can.

But Evan is right, it's not something to dwell on now, and he sighs and nods acceptance. "All right, so what exactly should I tell people then? Especially if your parents aren't going to be able to come up with something to help hide me immediately. People are going to wonder about the ears sooner or later."

Date: 2016-10-30 12:20 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] strikingtwice
"Anti... You mean there are people who don't use things like the jewellery-like systems you have here? Because of what they believe in?" That strikes him as particularly odd, but then again, some of the Chantry's choices, particularly in the conflict created by the destruction of the Conclave, had been frustrating and strange as well.

"I suppose at least if I talk about life with my clan, it probably would fit that..." And he can see why Evan would pick that and what he's trying to help with, but at the same time... it's going to be a lot like the questions he got about being Dalish in the past. People wanting to ask questions like it was some novelty or display for entertainment, not his life. It's not Evan's fault, and he's glad as well that if he chooses not to speak about it to avoid that reaction, there might be an explanation for it.

"It works well," he agrees. "And it's not entirely unfamiliar territory as well. Although it doesn't explain that I don't look human by any means. Do people from these backgrounds usually dress that differently?"

Date: 2016-11-05 12:11 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] strikingtwice
"LARPing?" Meallan tries the word out, his brow creased with thought at the suggestion Evan offers. Not all of it makes sense to him, but the bits that do seem like they would work well enough and Evan must know enough of his own world to come up with something that makes sense for others here. It's better than anything he can think of as well, so Meallan nods.

"I was going to try LARPing for the first time and my flight lost my baggage," he repeats, fixing the story in his mind. "That's why I need your help and a place to stay."

Speaking of... Meallan gives the other bed a look and then turns to fix another questioning look (it feels like that's all he's done since arriving, so much of everything seeming strange and confusing) on the younger man again. "Where am I going to stay? Between you and your roommate, there doesn't seem to be much room here."

Before Evan can answer, Meallan frowns in thought again and rises from the bed in a strangely graceful movement to move to the window, looking out into the grounds below. "I suppose I could camp outside. I wouldn't need much and there's plenty of space. Although I'm not certain how your school feels about that."

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