For a couple of seconds, it was still silent, before he heard a faint humming. Seraing smiled.

 “I’m sorry that I made you panic. But I can’t help you in any other ways.”

 “Spd…” Jibran’s voice seemed to be muffled.

 “What did you say? I can’t hear you.”

 “STUPID!” Jibran suddenly burst out, but his voice trembled. “I didn’t… didn’t want you to call. Why did you do this…”

 “Because I was honest. I want to hear your voice.” Seraing said calmly, patiently, not even feeling hurt that he was scolded. “I missed you, Jibran.”

   There was a brief silence, and once again some movement’s noise, before some dulled mumbling filtered through the line.

 “I want… wanted to forget… There is no point… why did you send those emails… I’m just saying, I-I… I… I deleted all! I don’t… I don’t care for you anymore.”

   Seraing knew this was a straight-up lie, so he didn’t get mad by those words; he just smiled again, shaking his head, and tilting his chin into his palm.

 “Why did you send those, I couldn’t… why did you give me hope, if we are not… we can’t… There is no future for us. Po-pointless… to flirt. To answer… I didn’t want to talk… to you ever again.”

 “But you just contacted me again, sunshine.” Seraing pointed this out calmly.

   For a while, Seraing couldn’t hear anything, before Jibran’s voice came again: as if he was suffering from cold, it was raspy and high pitched. Seraing knew why right away: he cried.

 “Shut up… D-don’t… don’t call me like that…”

 “You said you’re fine with any names.” Seraing looked down at his tablet, where there were all the messages from Jibran.

 “I don’t… want to hear it… it hurts so much.” His voice choked, and he started to whimper and it seemed like he was suffering.

 “Hurts? Why?”

 “Be-because… because…”

   But he didn’t get an answer as Jibran reached the point of a meltdown. Seraing did see him cry before, but this was quite different. He could tell from his raspy voice, that he was indeed drunk. Well, if safe places won’t work, alcohol certainly does.

 “Then you want to go back to Mr J or Jibran? I thought you liked this nickname.”

 “I do.” Jibran almost shouted in his crying, but his voice was forced, and Seraing almost couldn’t understand what he was saying between the sobbing. “I just… I don’t want to think about… how many people you gave nicknames… They can hear it all day… and I… I’m so lonely… I’m lonely, Seraing… I miss you… I’m not even happy… I lied… It’s nh-not happy to celebrate without you. I miss youh… I want you to be here… I want to be there… I want to be with you… Seraing… wh-why didn’t you stop me? I c-can’t… I’m not happy here…”

   Seraing heart grew back that strap that he was feeling on the day when Jibran went to the Institute. By the time he was able to take it down, he reassured himself that he didn’t need to worry about Jibran and everything was going to be fine. But he was perhaps a bit ignorant.

 “If you’re lonely, just write me whenever you want.” He said quietly. “I was waiting for you to reply to my emails.”

 “I… I wanted to reply. I wanted to. I wanted to.” He repeated it three times. “But… I couldn’t. Because I would miss you more. I would wait for y-your replies… and if they don’t come for a long time… I would be sad… and would think of many things… that I don’t like to think of.”

   Seraing’s heart continued to ache; however, he decided that even drunk, this person was just so cute. He liked how he lost his boundaries now. Not like on the night when they had their last chance to talk. He should’ve made Jibran drunk before he left.

 “I’m sorry.” Seraing said. “I was quite busy. But I always have time in the evenings. Would you mind texting me more regularly from now on? Like how we used to… at night, when we were both done with our work?”

 “Mnh… I want to… but if you won’t write…”

 “I’m going to write to you.” He promised in a very serious voice to emphasise this.

 “Are… are you going to fh-flirt with me too?” It seemed like the choking had faded and Jibran started to calm down.

 “Would you like it?” Seraing smiled.

 “No.” There came the stubbornness. “I don’t like it. It makes my stomach and heart go crazy.”

Seraing couldn’t hold back some quiet laugh.

 “Don’t laugh! I still hate your stoicism! I hate that you do this so easily, and I can’t…”

 “Then maybe try it again.” Seraing offered.

 “No.” He heard on his voice, that he was pouting now. “You need to do it. You don’t… you have to stand your ground better with me. You just let me… always let me… You always…” It sounded like Jibran struggled to find the words he needed. Seraing tried to think of what it could be to help him out.

 “Am I too lenient with you?” He guessed.

 “Lenient… yes. Yes, this is it.” Jibran’s voice got louder.

 “You want me to be stricter?” He asked, thinking how that could work out the best. “I told you I’m not very good at making people do things.”

 “You never do anything… for yourself. It’s always for me.” Jibran explained as if he was offended still. Seraing couldn’t argue with his words. “I want you to do things for you… because you want it, not because I want… be selfish… and, and… Care more…”

   Seraing sat silently for a couple of seconds. He never knew Jibran felt this way; it always seemed like he liked to be spoiled. But then he corrected himself: Jibran probably still likes to be spoiled and likes attention, but maybe he wished that Seraing was a bit more dominant with him. Seraing admitted he was very simple: Jibran’s happiness and needs were always before his own, but he was happy this way. It made his own happiness. So there was some work he had to do on his behaviour as Jibran’s partner then. He was glad, he made this call. Sober-Jibran probably couldn’t tell him any of this.

 “I understand, sunshine. I will be more selfish and I will ask things for myself from you. Is that okay?”

   It sounded like Jibran really did calm down, he just hummed. There were no more crying sounds, thankfully.

But then…

 “I want to see you… Seraing. I want you.” Judging by the noises, Jibran probably felt drowsy already, as he complained, no, whined to him. “The shower-thing is not that good without you.”

 “The shower-thing?” Seraing blinked as he tried to understand his beloved person.

 “You… you said… the shower… the water… The water is not enough… not as good as your hand.”

   He felt too slow now; he really needed a couple of moments, before something popped up in his head: the shower that they had taken together last time, and he started to remember what they had talked about as well.

Suddenly, it was very warm under his collar and his face was burning.

 “Have you tried it, sunshine?” He asked, and his voice went hoarse too, as he imagined the situation of Jibran having fun under the water jet.

 “I tried… But I want you.” Jibran sounded almost scolding again. “I want you. I want you, Seraing.”

Seraing closed his eyes for a second, battling with his hotness and sadness at the same time.

 “I’m sorry, sunshine. I can’t go there now. But you will see me once.”

For that, he got a tongue-click.

 “You always lie. There is no reason… I won’t believe you.”

   Seraing sighed, but he knew that once they started texting again, the doctor will be a bit more positive about their interactions. So he didn’t push this topic now, however…

 “Jibran… are you feeling better now? Can you get up?”

 “Ughh… no… “Suddenly, as if it was just for Seraing’s question, it seemed like he was holding back something. “I need to throw up…”

   And… by the sounds of it, he did right away. Seraing closed his eyes again. This was definitely not the sound he would like to hear much, but he felt bad for the doctor.

 “You can’t handle alcohol well, can you?” He asked when he only heard whimpers, moans and panting.

 “Nho… I don’t like alcohol…” Jibran complained in a shaky voice. “I hate this smell.”

 “Why did you drink so much then?”

 “I was just that sad… it’s your fault.”

Seraing felt resigned, and nodded with a faint smile.

 “Sorry. You’re right, it was my fault. Is there anyone near to you?” He asked then. “You need someone to help, right? Can you call someone? Do you have a communicator there?”

 “I… I have… but… I can’t… can’t let them see me like this…”

 “They will see you anyway if you can’t get up and leave by yourself,” Seraing explained the obvious calmly. Jibran “ugh”ed. “Call someone, please. I’m not sure how would the Colonel react to your state, but maybe you should call Mr Jones.”

 “Uh… okay… I will try.”

   At least he seemed obedient. Seraing stayed in line, but Jibran was still mumbling something before he would’ve made the call. But then Seraing heard a somewhat shocked, louder voice of an older man.

 “Son, you were he… What… what happened…”

 “Pauli, I’m sorry…”

 “Oh God. Haven’t I told you, you drank too much? You should’ve stopped after the first glass. Why didn’t you tell me that you don’t feel well?

 “I’m sorry… I’m sorry.”

   Seraing could see the scene in front of his eyes just by the noises. He heard the deep sigh, the fatherly, quiet scolding, and he understood immediately, why Pauli Jones was so loved by many. Seraing was even maybe envious a little bit. He would’ve loved to know this man in person.

 “Are you in an emergency call?” Pauli Jones supposedly noticed the line being active; for the first time, his voice carried a hint of fear. Probably, he freaked out that Jibran called someone else, and they will scold them for using this line. “Hello?”

Seraing cleared his throat.

 “Hello, Mr Jones.” He said. “This is the Northern Base. Seraing is speaking.”

 “Seraing? Oh…” There was a little pause, and the older man’s tone changed back instantly. “I see. It’s a pleasure to speak with you.”

By this warmness, Seraing was a bit flattered. So Pauli Jones was familiar with his name.

 “I should be the one saying that. Mr Jones… I was the one calling Jibran.” He clarified this immediately. “He was texting me… through your email account… I didn’t have any other idea how to contact any of your members… I apologise.”

 “My email account… Oh, child…” By the deep sigh again, it seemed like Pauli Jones was not that surprised. “I’ve told you that you just have to write to him.”

   Seraing’s face grew warmer. So they have indeed talked about him. Jibran was murmuring something, which Seraing couldn’t hear, but then Pauli Jones overtalked him.

 “It doesn’t matter, don’t panic. I’m not angry. But now, let’s not talk about this. You need to shower and change your clothes. I call Rum.”

 “No… don’t call him.”

 “Son, I’m sorry, but I can’t carry you…” Jibran kept repeating “no-no”, so Pauli Jones sighed. “Alright, then I call Lu Feng. Which one is better?”

   By the sounds of it, Jibran was too frightened to say anything, so Pauli Jones decided that it was an agreement and called the Colonel on his own communicator at last.

   After this, it seemed that Pauli Jones tried to remove at least the outer layer of Jibran’s clothes, they had a lot of arguments in that one or two minutes, Seraing wasn’t even able to follow them all, but he smiled it through. He never had a father figure, and he didn’t know if Jibran had one ever. But when he imagined, how it would look like, he would imagine this exact feeling. He once again confirmed it was the best choice for Jibran to go to the Institute.

 “Alright… you’re fairly clean now….”

Jibran sounded displeased very much, but also seemed to be half-asleep.

 “Mr Jones.” Seraing spoke. “Thank you for looking out for Jibran.”

 “You don’t have to say that. I loved him before he even got here. It’s just natural.”

Seraing smiled.

 “Still, sometimes natural things need to be appreciated.”

Pauli Jones’ voice also smiled.

 “Well, if you say it this way, yes. You’re welcome then. But I’m getting old. He needs someone younger to take care of him.”

The subtle hint made Seraing’s face warm up.

 “… The Colonel is there now.”

 “I didn’t mean Lu Feng.”

 “I know.” After a moment of hesitation, Seraing continued. “Would you mind exchanging some texts with me in the future?”

 “Of course, with pleasure. I wanted to do it quite some time ago, but I wasn’t sure, how you would take it. I’m glad I was right… I should’ve written to you a long time ago… I have to read back our… email history now to see, how we started when I wasn’t here…”

Seraing suppressed a laugh.

 “I hope we can make a better start… I was quite offended that you called me stupid right off the bat.”

 “Oh Lord…”

   Pauli Jones laughed, but before he could continue, another voice came to the line, and Seraing’s heart was even warmer to hear it, though it was cold as ice.

 “Mr Pauli. Jibran… Why was I needed?”

   Pauli Jones explained the situation in a few sentences, leaving out some nasty details of Jibran’s undressing, and then a moment of silence fell onto the room.

 “I won’t carry him back.”

 “Just put him into his wheelchair, child.”

 “It’s his fault.”

 “It doesn’t matter whose fault, he needs help. I can’t do it… please, do it for him, Lu Feng.”

   The Colonel seemed just as cold as always. In the meantime, Seraing had to breathe deeply for a minute. He even surprised himself, how much he was moved by hearing his boss’ voice after such a long time.

 “I don’t want to.”

He was just as stubborn as Jibran though. They could be brothers.

 “Colonel.” Seraing spoke. “Please, if not for Dr Ji, but for me, help him… in my place.”

   He guessed that the Colonel was surprised by hearing his voice because he didn’t reply right away.

 “Alright.”

 “Tsk.” Pauli Jones said, but his voice was still warm. “So for him, you just do it, huh? I see where your priorities are lying, child.”

 “Sorry.”

   Pauli Jones just laughed it off, and judging by Jibran’s whimpers, the Colonel lifted him and put him somewhere. The lack of talking from the doctor probably meant that he really fell asleep, or he was close to it. Or maybe he was too embarrassed in front of the Colonel.

 “Good night, Seraing.”

 “Good night, Colonel. And good night, Jibran.”

   The doctor murmured something along those lines that he didn’t want to go to bed, he wanted to talk more, but clearly wasn’t able to. Seraing also wanted to talk more, but his time was already up too, anyway.

 “Child…” Seraing guessed that Pauli Jones was alone in his office by now, so this call could only be aimed at him.

 “Yes, Mr Jones?”

 “I don’t have much time now, it’s also quite late. But I would like to call you sometime when you are available. Speaking is somewhat easier than texting; my hands are getting too old. Can you make it happen?”

 “I can try, but I’m not sure if I can do it often.” Seraing felt like he was too apologetic. “I’m only here because of the kindness of others. I might be able to ask for permission from my superiors, but I don’t want to make it so obvious, that I use this line for personal matters.”

 “Understandable.”

 “But I will try.” He said once more before he heard that the laboratory’s door was opened. “I need to go now too. Thank you for everything, Mr Jones. Have a wonderful night.”

 “Sleep well, child.”

   If the doctors heard the voice of Pauli Jones, they didn’t show it at least. Seraing thanked them for this opportunity by bowing to them all. As he left the place, he really felt sleepy too. Waking through the empty corridors, then going out to the cold night and wandering on the slightly sloped road to the gates, sticking his hands into his pockets, he felt like he didn’t want to work tomorrow.

   Can he just not work? There was no boss, after all. He was the boss, if there was one. Can he do that? Is it fair to the people in need not to give his help to them, not because he was tired, but to have fun talking to Jibran and maybe to Mr Jones?

   Those people had him in the last year, every single day, meanwhile, Jibran didn’t. Not really Seraing’s fault of course.

   Suddenly, he remembered about the Admiral’s words, and his raising hopes were halted. With the exciting last hour, he forgot about the dinner and their little party at the Restaurant. As he finally entered his building, and went up to the fourth floor, he sighed multiple times. He couldn’t really take his words back from the Admiral.

   He wanted to work this out before sleeping, but as he took a quick shower, and put his uniform on a hanger, straightening the fabric with his hands, then getting into his bed… he couldn’t keep his eyes open anymore.

~¤¤¤~

   “Jibran,

   I hope you didn’t forget that we are going to write to each other from now on. How are you today? Do you have a hangover? Don’t forget to take pills and drink a lot of water.

Seraing”

   “Seraing,

   Sorry… Yeah, I took some painkillers. I was sick all day. I’m sorry for not writing for so long. I don’t really know, what I wrote to you yesterday, because Mr Pauli doesn’t tell me… Also, I don’t really remember what we were talking about on the channel either… can you please tell me?

Jibran”

   “Jibran,

   Don’t apologise. It’s alright. And it doesn’t really matter what you’ve said; it was a lot of nonsense. Don’t worry about yesterday. I was very happy to hear your voice. Thank you for being brave enough to contact me. I wanted to congratulate you for your success rightfully as well. It’s amazing that you have a solution to your problem! And you made it possible! Well done, sunshine! You know what? I was celebrating yesterday too. If I knew, you’ve made such a big step in your work, I would’ve loved to drink on your success more than on ours. You’re really amazing! Please, tell me everything that happened to you in the last few months!

   Also, have you deleted my previous emails?

Seraing”

   “Seraing,

   What? Your emails…? No, I have them. Why? What happened?

   Uh, I still cannot really write a lot with one hand. It annoys me to hell… I’m so slow. But I will try to tell you what is happening from now on. Well, it’s not that exciting here to be fair. A lot of little things happened, nothing major. Oh, did you hear about An Zhe’s spore from Lu Feng?

   What did you celebrate yesterday?

Jibran”

   “Jibran,

   Nothing, sunshine, don’t worry about it. I just asked. So you have my messages. I’m happy.

Don’t worry about the length of your email. Don’t force yourself too much. Just don’t forget to answer. That is already exciting enough for me.

   The Colonel is very reticent when it comes to emailing. I don’t know about An Zhe and his spore that much. Is it still alive, right?

   We were celebrating that we successfully built a new wall around our city. It’s much smaller, but it’s safe. Our city is clean and useable now. Everything works fine. But we didn’t really feel to celebrate; it was just the Admiral, who really wanted us. It was long and hard work to finish the walls and the city’s cleaning and rebuilding. We were mostly just tired and wanted to go home. I dipped when you texted me.

Seraing”

   “Seraing,

   Sorry for the delay in my answer… I got my first shot from the extract. I’m not really feeling well nowadays. I got some unexpected side effects. I can’t really sit with the computer to write. I’m in pain. I guessed something like this to happen, but it’s still tiring. I’m sorry.

Jibran”

   “Jibran,

   You just made me worried. I thought the extract was safe. But Mr Jones said you’re doing fine. You are not hiding anything from him, right? Please, rest well first. Don’t get up if it’s painful. Your body needs to let it rest enough. You can answer whenever you feel like it. I will wait for you.

Seraing”

   “Seraing,

   Oh, are you talking with Mr Pauli? I didn’t know that… Since when? About what? I asked him but he said, I should ask you what you talk about with him… I’m resting. I’m not hiding my problems from him, just… I guess he didn’t want to make you worried, or something… At first, it didn’t seem to happen, then from one day to another, the side effects kicked in, ha-ha.

   Please, answer soon.

Jibran”

   “Jibran,

   I just asked him for some advice. He really is a kind person. I have some work-related issues, that I need to sort out, and he is guiding me. He is a much better help, than the Admiral, I swear. I wish I could’ve left with you and worked under Mr Jones instead.

   I see. It’s okay, sunshine. Please, rest well. You’re going to be fine soon, I know it.

   I wish I could be there to support you. But I would probably end up annoying you again, right? I still wish to be there.

Seraing”

   “Seraing,

   It’s been a couple of weeks now, so it’s starting to fade… I couldn’t answer sooner, because my symptoms were at their peak. I thought I wouldn’t survive.

   But I’m getting better. In fact, my issues have gone away already, I’m just dealing with some aftermath. Thankfully I have some good friends here, they helped me through it. Rum stayed with me the whole time – he is Mr Pauli’s assistant, so we work together a lot, he is a very kind man. If he wasn’t here, I would’ve suffered a lot longer.

   Hey, you know what? He is a musician, not just a scientist. He plays a harmonica! I’ve never seen one in my life, only in pictures. It has a very interesting sound. He wanted me to play but I’m not very good at arts, so I refused. He played music to me when I was suffering, almost every night after work. It helped me take my mind off of these symptoms. So don’t worry about me.

   I will try to write more in the future.

Jibran”

   “Jibran,

   I’m so happy for you, sunshine. This Rum indeed seems to be a very good person. I’m glad you are surrounded by such kind people like him and Mr Jones. I’m also not really artistic, but I’ve always adored every instrument. Listening to music is actually one of the methods that our superiors used to advise us to do – very good for meditation and relaxing!

   I wish I could meet all of these awesome people. I envy you. Although I should not complain much, my colleagues are also very nice people.

   I really hope that your suffering ends now. So, is it worth the suffering at least? Do you see your body’s changing? I wish I could see that. I wish I could see you, not just in my dreams.

Seraing”

   “Seraing,

   Yes, my body is changing. It’s quite scary, but also exciting! I have a few new centimetres of my right arm and leg! It takes some time, especially for my arm to grow back fully. I hoped it would be a bit faster, like for some other people. Mr Pauli says I can’t do another dose of the extract, because of the side effects, so I can’t make it faster… otherwise it would go smoothly. I don’t want to risk those effects, though I’m trying to find a solution to them. I’m feeling a lot better now.

   Also, I just discovered another frequency that seems to be usable, and if everything goes well, Mr Pauli will let me lead that experiment. I helped a lot with the regeneration extract, but it wasn’t just my project, but this one will be. Rum wants to be my assistant on that project, so we will work together a lot more after this. I’m a bit nervous, ha-ha. I haven’t really worked in a long time; I don’t want to embarrass myself in front of him. Well, my brain worked, but to lead a project… I hope I will not mess anything up. But we will wait with that until I will have my full leg back at least, so I can walk again on my own. I think I will need a lot of rehabilitation. I can’t wait to get up from this chair. I can’t wait to walk in the yard or lower in the safe areas. Rum said he will take me to his favourite place; he’s very secretive about it. I wonder what it could be; I hope it’s not something dangerous. He’s kind of cheeky, to say the least, I think he’s planning something… he’s also a xenogenic, so for him to go out is not that terrifying, but for me…

   The view is truly amazing though. I think I haven’t told you yet, but we have a panorama of the whole Abyss, and in summer, it’s all green. By the way, the winter was rough… I thought, in the south it’s bearable, but we are on the top of a mountain, sometimes we see the top of the clouds, it’s that high. So it’s just as cold at night and winter as at the Northern Base.

   It’s dinner time now, so I have to go. Mr Pauli always sends Lu Feng for me, and I can’t beg for another couple of minutes from him, damn it. If it would be Rum… he would bring my dinner to me instead, but Mr Pauli wants me to socialise more. Tsk.

   I can’t wait for your next email.

Jibran”

   “Jibran,

   Forgive me, I had a rough week.

   Can you imagine? I just got a building! Oh, I guess I haven’t mentioned to you, but I established an association in these months. We’re offering help and protection for other people. My old Judges joined with me, and a few other people wanted to take part too, so we’re now kind of offering therapy as well – we still need a few psychologists, so some of our doctors will take courses from the Underground City Base’s professionals to make that possible. After a long back and forth with the leaders, I finally got a pass to have our own office!

   Well, I think this was only possible, because of the Admiral. He always supported my efforts, but he still had to say the right words to the right people – you know, some people still think, this is not the most important part of rebuilding our society. But he did it. I wouldn’t have been able to pull this off so smoothly without him. It’s really a very big step for me; finally, I can see my goals.

   So, sorry for the wait, I wasn’t at home, I spent my last few nights at his place, figuring out all the details, and then we started to move and make the office usable. He also offered to take us out to the ruins to get more furniture from the remaining residential buildings. We did collect a lot before, but we are still somewhat short of tables and wardrobes or at least some cabinets. I think we are going out to the Outer City as well. Some of the soldiers said, we should go further for other ruins because the ancient cities are still full of treasures, but the Admiral says the last word in that. We will see. I’m pretty excited as well… It’s been a long time since I left the base, I miss it.

   I still miss you more than anything else though.

   And makes me happy, how well your condition is going. Please, tell me everything about your new project! What kind of extract will you make this time? Oh, by the way… are you considered as a xenogenic now too, aren’t you? Since you used some other creature’s genes and frequencies to heal… or that doesn’t matter? I’m not sure about what we consider xenogenic anymore. Not as if I mind if you are. You’re still the most awesome person I know.

   It looks like the hard times slowly will end, and we have our chance to shine again. It makes me excited! This only could be better, if you were closer to me.

Seraing”

   “Jibran,

   Are you feeling okay? I’m a bit worried; you haven’t answered in a month. I hope you are healing well. We’re done with the moving since then. I like my new place.

   I hope I will hear from you soon.

Seraing”

   “Jibran,

   I heard from the Colonel, that your healing has ended! I wanted to congratulate you on your new limbs! It’s been a while since I heard about you, but I can imagine how exciting and tiring your days are now with the rehabilitation. Please, take care of yourself.

Seraing”

   “Seraing,

   I’m sorry. I wanted to write but… there were things I had to sort out. Anyway, yes, I’m healed. I still cannot use my hand and leg very well though. I have to re-learn everything with them. But… but I can write faster now. It’s good.

   Sorry… for keeping you waiting.

Jibran”

   “Jibran,

   You’ve been forgiven, sunshine. I wasn’t even angry in the first place. I’m so excited for you! Now you can have your old life back. Are you happy? Are you not feeling down or lonely? I hope not. But a little bit I hope yes, so then you won’t stop writing to me. I want to know everything that happened to you. I also have many things to say.

   But first I will wait for your answer.

Seraing”

 “Seraing… Are you sure? Is it really okay if I keep writing to you?”

   “What’s wrong, Jibran? Why do you ask this? Of course, it’s okay. Why wouldn’t be okay? I’m actually much happier since you called me and we exchanged emails. But now I’m worried. Something bad happened? Or did I do something? Please, tell me. Do you want me to call you on the emergency line again? I can make it happen.”

   “No… I’m sorry… Sorry. It’s nothing. I will write to you every week or more from now on. Thank you for putting up with me. So, about my new project […]”

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