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FIC: The Noble Girl: Jenny (5/6)

Since cassikat begged so nicely, I finished cleaning this up early. :)

Title: Jenny
Series: The Noble Girl – A New Who Rewrite
Rating: T
Author: tkel_paris
Summary: The lives of a blonde teenage shop girl and her boyfriend are transformed forever when someone called the Doctor saves her life. Only...the girl isn't Rose Tyler. Written for cassikat's birthday.
DisclaimerHugely AU. So no, I own nothing.
Dedication: cassikat, of course. Happy birthday, my friend! :D Also tardis-mole for the major help with the earlier drafts, and bas_math_girl for the final polishing advice. Love you both! (blows a big kiss)
Author's Extensive Opening Note: This idea was floating around in my head because I thought that a certain character looked more like another character than the one who was her (sole) parent in canon. And I know cassikat wanted a Nine story without Rose. So we both get our wish here! :D

It's easy to get the idea of taking a character and putting them into a different family situation. So, take one character from the Whoverse, transform the circumstances of her birth into something normal (or as normal as one can get in DW), and give her a different family. What do you get? Possibly this story. If you eliminate one other character.

I spent a lot of time watching “Rose” to get this right. For the first time that I can remember. May I say, imagining this instead made the watching more enjoyable. I don't think I would've become interested in New Who based off of “Rose.” I didn't see anything about her to engage my interest – beyond the human sense of wanting someone in danger to be okay.

Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4

Chapter 5: Under the Eye of London

Everyone immediately ran for the exit. Plastic Wilf's body continued blindly smashing tables with his club-like hands. Except its movements were heading toward where the Doctor was.

Get out! Get out! Get out!” Mickey kept shouting, still holding onto Jenny's hand. The people fled in the opposite direction. Mickey was ready to drag the numb Jenny with him to join the crowd.

Suddenly, the Doctor – still holding the plastic head in one hand – grabbed Jenny's other hand and tugged her in the other direction. Mickey was dragged behind them as they ran through the kitchen and out of a back exit.

Even headless, the creature was in hot pursuit, slamming against things and yet not slowed. The Doctor locked the metal door with his weird sonic device while Mickey and Jenny looked around desperately for an escape out of the yard they were in. They rushed to a wooden gate, banging wildly on it when they found it was locked.

Open the gate!” Jenny cried. “Come on, you alien! Use that sound thing, then!”

What, this?” he blandly asked as he walked away from the door, as if holding a head that looked almost exactly like a person's was nothing. “Sonic screwdriver.”

We don't care what you call it!” shouted Mickey. “Use it!”

The Doctor just grinned. “Nah. Tell ya what, let's go in here.”

Jenny whipped around to snap at him, but her words stilled when saw a police box – the very same one from last night and this morning – in the middle of the yard. He approached it, calm as you like, and unlocked the doors.

The creature was making dents in the door from the other side. Mickey stared at it, and then shouted at the Doctor. “We can't hide inside a wooden box!” He shoved at the gate, rattling the chains as hard as he could.

Jenny, however, wondered again how he could fit inside and rushed to the door. What her eyes saw didn't match with what she knew about those boxes, let alone physics. She rushed around it, seeing and feeling an ordinary tall rectangular object that felt like it had a lot of years behind it, but inside...?

“It's gonna get us!” Mickey cried as he kept up the rattling, not making any progress.

Jenny stuck her head into the police box. She looked around at the giant room inside, and felt warmth and humming that she couldn't explain. Her mouth was slack. “Doctor?! Can't it follow us in here?!”

He didn't even look up from whatever he was doing with the head as he walked around the centre of the room. “The assembled hoards of Genghis Khan couldn't get through that door, and believe me, they've tried.”

Jenny blinked. "Genghis Khan? Surely you're not talking about the Chinese Restaurant on Acton Road, are you? I know the bloke's got five sons, but 'army' might be pushing it."

His eyes flickered up to her. Be serious, they silently said. Then he went back to his work.

Her jaw dropped. "Then," she whispered, "you surely must be talking about the Genghis Khan... but that was centuries ago..." Her eyes darted around the room. "Maybe it's a family heirloom... unless..." As the possibility emerged in her mind her voice went just barely loud enough that she could hear her words: "It's a time machine?"

Suddenly Clive's pictures made more sense. How this alien could look the same across the pictures. Weighing the odds in nanoseconds, she made a quick decision based on her instincts. “Mickey, get in!”

Mickey hesitated, but by that time the creature had made a hole in the door. He ran for the open door of the box, and he and Jenny rushed inside, slamming the doors shut after them. Panting as he turned around, Mickey's already overworked mind found something new to process. “But... but-”

Please shut up a minute!” snapped the Doctor. “I'm doing delicate work.” He was wiring up the head of the creature – it still had a smile on its face – to the central area of the room. It could have been a console, but it such a mess of stuff that 'console' seemed an overstatement to Jenny's stunned mind.

Mickey stood trembling near the door, looking around at how huge it was compared with the outside. “What the hell have we walked into?” he whispered.

Jenny slowly walked around the room. It was orange, with a huge domed ceiling held aloft on stanchions that looked like living coral. And they were warm to the touch, as if alive. The floor was a grated surface that showed off the white light coming from below. The centre was a tall glass tube - emitting a pale greenish light from its odd items inside - that stretched from the floor up the ceiling where something equally huge and monstrous lay hidden, snoring loudly. Around the base of the tube was a metal gantry surrounding the 'console' of strapped together junk salvaged from junk yards and crash sites by the look of it. And the only seating in the entire room was a flight seat, probably taken from one of those single-prop planes you only saw in air shows and museums. This strange bloke wasn't thinking of company, she mused.

You see, the arm is too simple, but the head's perfect.” The Doctor seemed unaware of the emotions and thoughts of the other two. “I can use it to trace the signal back to the original source. Right.” He took a break and turned to face Jenny, giving her his full attention as she completed her circuit around the room. There was something about the girl that encouraged him to be honest, even though he hated admitting to private things. He stuck his hands in his trouser pockets. “Where do you want to start?”

Mickey, in an unusual twist of events, found his voice first. “Um... the inside's bigger than the outside?”

His eyes flickered to the young man's. “Yes.”

It's alien.”


So you're an alien then?”

He didn't hesitate to admit it. “Yes.”

Mickey stared in shock. Jenny just stared evenly at the Doctor, hiding her shaking insides and heavy heart.

The Doctor looked at Jenny, as if wanting her approval. “Is that alright?”

Mickey couldn't answer. Jenny fixed a steady gaze on the Doctor. “Yeah,” she breathed. “And I think I can trust you, despite every bit of reason saying I shouldn't.”

That didn't help Mickey's already frazzled mind.

The Doctor smiled gently at the girl from Earth. “It's called the TARDIS, this thing. T-A-R-D-I-S, that's Time And Relative Dimension In Space.”

Jenny blinked. “Why did I feel a flash of... irritation that wasn't mine when you called your box a thing?”

The Doctor blinked, his jaw dropping. His mouth worked for a few seconds before words came out. “Oh... Well done, yes. We're inside a sentient spaceship. She can hear what we say. She can also feel your thoughts and feelings. And when you touch her. Nothing is sacred in here. So, unless you ask nicely, she'll see, hear and know it all."

Jenny's eyes widened further, mouth falling completely open. A living spaceship! Oh my god!

Mickey choked on a sound that he normally would've been embarrassed to realize was a cry.

Facing Mickey, the Doctor's voiced sounded like he was trying to remain patient. “That's okay. Culture shock. Happens to the best of us.”

Jenny slowly approached the Doctor, fighting tears. “Did those things kill my great-granddad?” she asked in a choked whisper.

The Doctor paled slightly. The sight of someone so upset and yet managing to control their reaction surprised him. Especially given her age. “Oh... didn't think of that,” he reluctantly admitted.

Now Mickey found his voice. “He's my girlfriend's only surviving great-grandparent! You pulled off his head - they copied him and you didn't even think?! And now you're just going to let him melt?!”

Melt?!” Jenny shouted as she and the Doctor turned around in time to see Plastic Wilf's head deflating, letting out some brownish fluid with a bubbling noise.

Oh, no no no no no! No!” The Doctor ran frantically around the console, pressing buttons and pulling levers.

What're you doing?!” Mickey shouted.

Reviving the signal, it's fading! Wait I've got it...” He looked at the screen, and blanched. “No no no no no!” He flipped a lever, and then the TARDIS shook.

Jenny and Mickey instinctively each grabbed a nearby column, and held tight as the room creaked and groaned, tilting even. The whooshing sounds Jenny heard earlier that day were back, all around her.

“Almost there! Almost there! Here we go!” The TARDIS suddenly stopped her tilting and shaking, falling silent, although Jenny could still hear the humming – a bit louder than before. The Doctor suddenly ran out the TARDIS doors without another word.

Jenny and Mickey stared agog. “You can't go out there! It's not safe!” they shouted as one. They exchanged disbelieving looks and followed him outside.

The Doctor groaned silently as he walked. “I lost the signal, I got so close.”

As the two rushed out, they stared around as they realized they were in another part of London. The Thames at night greeted them. Boats and other vessels were docked nearby. “We've moved!” Mickey exclaimed. “It flies?!”

Disappears there, reappears here, you wouldn't understand.” The Doctor was distracted, not paying much attention to them as he leaned against a railing.

Jenny recovered her voice. “So what about that headless thing? Is it still on the loose, or did it melt with the head?”

It melted with the head.” He pushed himself off and walked back passed them. “Are you going to witter on all night?”


The Doctor froze, staring with questioning wide eyes as her accent changed with her emotions. This was the fourth time this had happened. He folded his arms. “Why does your accent change when you get upset?”

Jenny rolled her eyes. “Fine! I have a Berkshire accent, yet I never heard one before my 12th birthday. Strong emotions make me sound like my mum. She grew up in Chiswick, where I was raised. But that's beside the point! What kind of an alien are you? What the hell do you think you're doing?!”

I'm trying to save the life of every stupid ape blundering on top of this planet, alright?!?!”

Mickey flinched. That kind of tone guaranteed a retort of epic proportions from any Noble female. Or a Mott.

Jenny's eyes flashed with so much fire that the Doctor's eyes widened further and he took a step back in shock, dropping his arms to his sides. She felt no reassurance from that. Her tone became lethal in its coldness, flatness.

Let me try to explain something, Doctor. I'm an only child. I don't know where my dad is because my mum panicked the weekend they met and ran away, scared by how strongly she felt. She's regretted that ever since. I could tell even if no one had told me that. My mum is an only child. She has cousins on Gramp's side, but they're scattered all over and aren't really dependable in a crisis. All I've had for a family are my mum, her parents, and Gran's parents. Gramps' died when I was little. Great-Gran died two Christmas' ago. If Great-Grandy is dead, then I've lost a quarter of my remaining family today and half of the pair that's tried to make up for my not having a dad. All because he encouraged me to keep looking for answers, which is my instinct.”

The Doctor paled as he saw tears roll freely down her face.

Are you happy, Doctor?! Because your words have come true!! You might go off and save the world, but I have to live with the consequences of what happened!! I have to tell the rest of my family!!”

Mickey rushed to fold her into his arms as her last words cracked on a cry. He held her tight as tears flowed like a waterfall. He glared at the Doctor, who stared with a slack jaw and even wider eyes. “Mr. Wilf was my good friend!” he shouted over her cries. “He taught me about astronomy, about being a man. Jenny's whole family has practically adopted me since we all met. I don't have much family to call my own, either. My dad disappeared before I was a year old and my mum abandoned me when I was four, left me to be raised by my gran - who died earlier this year. I'm practically a replacement child for a family friend who lost her husband and infant daughter to a car hitting them. I heard the accident! I was only five years old! If you're just going to deliver bad news, then go and leave us be!” He tugged her away, intent on finding a path back to the car. If that thing had melted, then it was safe again.

The Doctor watched their progress with heavy eyes and heavier hearts. He'd seen humans cry before. He'd seen children cry before, and hated that. But this one Earth girl... what was it about her that gripped him, left him unable to do anything other than help her? He sighed sadly. “Jenny. Mickey.” He followed them.

Mickey opened his mouth to snap, but Jenny stopped him by gripping his sleeve tightly for an instant. He released her enough to let her turn in his arms to face the Doctor, her face streaked with tears – wet and drying.

Taking a long look at her, the Doctor realized he hadn't seen someone look that sad or haunted since his few friends who hadn't been consumed by the Last Time War realized the extent of the sacrifice that had to be made for the sake of the universe. “Jenny,” he began softly, “I have a long history with trouble. Either I find it or it finds me. I try to stop deaths, to give people chances. Sometimes I can't. That's why I told you to not speak of what happened in that shop – I was hoping that the Autons would focus on me and leave innocents – like you – out of it.”

Autons?” interrupted Mickey.

He spared the young man a glance. “That's what those animated dummies are called.” He turned back to Jenny. “I sense a lot of great things in your future, Jenny Noble, and I wanted to ensure that they happen – whatever they are.”

She scoffed, the sound coming out like a cough. “Really?”

Yes. I don't know what, but I'm positive that destiny has many important plans for you. I hadn't counted on you being so stubborn and smart about things, so – since you've found out this much – I'll tell you something that's important to you.” He placed a hand on her shoulder, ignoring Mickey and trying to look reassuring. “There's a good chance your great-granddad is still alive.”

Jenny and Mickey's eyes widened. Her breath caught in her throat.

The Doctor smiled gently. “The replica's head was perfect. To get that good a result, the Autons need the original person living. So it's possible that I may be able to rescue him, which I will do what I can to make happen. I promise.”

Mickey looked at him like he was trying to morph into a gasping fish. “You couldn't have told her that back inside your ship?!”

Jenny sniffled, wiping her eyes. “I believe him.”

The Doctor's smile grew a bit. Mickey's face drew into a stunned frown.

No lying to me though, Doctor,” she added. “I might be a child in many ways, but don't treat me like I'm just a stupid ape!” Her voice rose slightly, but remnants of grief still held sway over her.

When the Doctor nodded solomnly, Mickey sighed. He decided to re-establish some normalcy by asking some questions. “Doctor. If you're an alien, how come you sound like you're from the North?!”

Smile lost, he folded his arms indignantly. “Lots of planets have a North.”

Sounds like a touchy subject,” Jenny noted quietly. She glanced at Mickey to urge him to cool it a bit – this alien might be her great-grandy's only hope.

Mickey sighed. He changed tacks and gestured at the thing they'd just travelled in. “What's a police public call box?”

The big smile returned to the Doctor's face. He led them back to it. “It's a telephone box from the 1950s,” he answered with a bigger grin, patting the TARDIS fondly. “It's a disguise.”

Jenny found a smile as she shook her head. “I thought they were a temporary holding cell.”

The Doctor shrugged. “They were,” he said, adding after a beat, “The real ones, I mean.”

Mickey sighed, still holding on to Jenny with one arm. “Okay. And this living plastic, what's it got against us?”

The alien took a breath, as if moderating his tone. “Nothing, it loves you.” It came out gently, like he was trying to soften a blow a bit – out of respect for Jenny's earlier reaction. “You've got such a good planet. Lots of smoke and oil, plenty of toxins and dioxins in the air... perfect. Just what the Nestene Consciousness needs. Its food stock was destroyed in the war, all its protein plants rotted, so Earth... dinner!” He couldn't help the smile at the end, though. Or the eating with utensils motions.

Jenny glanced at Mickey. She said, dryly, as she wiped more tears away, “Yeah, he needs lessons in blending in.”

"Lessons!" he blurted indignantly. "I'll have you know I blend in perfectly. Not like you, all pink and yellow, and dressed in processed animal skins and plastic."

Mickey looked back and forth between his girlfriend and the Doctor. If not for the fear for Mr. Wilf, he probably would have laughed at the insulted expression on the alien's face.

To avoid a scene, Jenny quickly changed the subject. Despite not liking being called 'pink and yellow' – she didn't terribly care for either colour anyway. “Any way of stopping it?”

Grinning suddenly, the Doctor produced a tube of blue liquid from his jacket. “Anti-plastic!” he announced dramatically.

Jenny and Mickey were dubious. “Anti-plastic?” they chimed.

He nodded seriously. “Anti-plastic! But first I've got to find it.” He walked a little away with a frown, back toward the water as he put the tube away. “How can you hide something that big in a city this small?”

Hide what?” Jenny asked.

He looked back at them. “The transmitter. The Consciousness is controlling every single piece of plastic so it needs a transmitter to boost the signal.”

Mickey frowned. “And what's it look like?”

He looked at Mickey with a look that seemed universal for You Are An Idiot. “Like a transmitter.” he walked along the path, the two following him. “Round and massive, slap bang in the middle of London.” He looked around as he spoke, looking around intently as he passed a memorial to the Second World War. “A huge circular metal structure... like a dish.”

His voice trailed off as he turned to face the couple, his back to the railings of the bridge. Jenny noticed then that the London Eye loomed above them, encircling the Doctor's head like an enlarged halo from one of the old Byzantine mosaics at the angle she was looking from.

Like a wheel,” he continued, oblivious to her focus. “Close to where we're standing. Must be completely invisible.” His frustration dripped in buckets.

Mickey then noticed the Eye behind him. The intensity of their gazes caught the Doctor's attention. “What?” he asked.

They nodded towards the Eye. The Doctor turned around, then back to them, completely nonplussed. “What?” he demanded.

Both of them scoffed. Mickey shook his head, looking at the Eye still. “How can you save lives when you miss such glaringly obvious details?!”

The Doctor turned around again but still didn't make the connection. He frowned at them. “What is it? What?!”

Jenny groaned and marched over to his side. “Here.” She grabbed his shirt collar and yanked his head down to her height. “What am I pointing at up there?! It was haloing your head!”

Mickey followed, suppressing a snicker as she put yet another male in an undignified position. He hoped the Doctor knew it.

The Doctor turned his head again, eyes following her finger. It finally clicked. “Oh... fantastic!” He grinned inanely and grabbed Jenny's hand. “Come on, both of you!”

Mickey grabbed her other hand before the Doctor could start to run off with her. He knew Jenny would've followed anyway, and he admitted to himself that he would go a fair way to help save Mr. Wilf.

Chapter 6: Seeing Them Off


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Aug. 11th, 2012 06:04 am (UTC)
The power of the puppy eyes wins again? :D *treats you to an Eight icon*

Oh, this was brilliant! Heartwrenching, with Jenny upset about her great-grandy, but brilliant! And wow, did she and Mickey set the Doctor straight about how important Wilf is to them! Most impressive thing, though, is that he listened to them. o.O (As opposed to Rose, who, IIRC, only worried about Mickey while they were in the TARDIS and the plastic head was in the process of melting. Once they were out the door, she pretty much forgot him. Or am I remembering wrong?)

*snickers* Still has to have the obvious pointed out to him - by force even! Loved that Jenny can manhandle him around - and I still want to see more than idle curiosity from him about that. That's not normal human ;) Still, they're off to save Mr. Wilf! Yay! (okay, so Rose pointed out the London Eye too. It was more fun watching the Doctor get smirked at from two people and then get manhandled :D)

Oh, do I dare attempt puppy-eyes again? :D
Aug. 12th, 2012 06:54 pm (UTC)
Mmm... Those eyes... :D

Jenny's rant was a good one, wasn't it? And yes, Rose really didn't worry about Mickey much. Not after her protest that the "kid" had a name. One more point that bothered me.

Hey, think about it. Have you ever grabbed a guy by the collar? The shock could stun him, and he might like his shirt to stay intact. :P Smirked and sniped at. :D

Sorry, I didn't get this until after the wedding, and I was at the hotel with only email access through the business center. :) But I will post later today... assuming you don't mind a potentially big wait for "The End of the World"... :)
Aug. 12th, 2012 07:46 pm (UTC)
Mmm, yeah. And that joie de vivre...and that voice....

Oh wait, sorry, we weren't supposed to be talking about Gorgeous there. :D (But I will dig up all my icons I made of him and share them with you. Just cos ;D )

It was a brilliant rant, and I loved how Mickey chimed in, too. And, though I didn't note it last message, now I understand what happened with Jackie. *sigh* Poor Jackie, lost her husband -and- her daughter that day. I suppose we'll find out snippets of Jackie's 'new' life through Mickey though, won't we? :)

Can't say as I have, but now that you point it out I can see that happening. Poor ol' Nine, got ganged up on by a couple of stupid apes...who really aren't so stupid at all. :D

Aww, that's okay. The wedding went off all right, didn't it? :) I'll fidget till the end of 'Jenny', and then I'll kick back and wait for 'End of the World' :) (and work on more of my own stuff...I am such a slacker! :( )
Aug. 12th, 2012 09:24 pm (UTC)
*giggles* Well, hard to not do. ;)

*squees over thought ofmore 8 icons*

Yeah. Sad day for Jackie. :(

*snickers* This is fun, right? :D

It did. Quick,and fun. :D Anyway, last part posted. Now to get working on TEotW again. And work on some OTHER birthday gifts... :)
Aug. 12th, 2012 11:09 pm (UTC)
Yeah, he's just so....um, yeah, I better stop. Again. ;D

Soon's I figure out where they're at, I'll send'em over :)

Poor, poor Jackie. *sigh*

Oh, absolutely! Dare I ask if there will be more ganging up on Nine in the future? ;D

Yay! :D Off to read the last bit, then maybe I can crack the whip and get back to stuff that needs to be finished. :)
Aug. 12th, 2012 12:54 pm (UTC)
oh I'll say it again I LOVE THIS!

okay so did the Doctor not learn Donna's name or did he get mindwiped after or what? I mean if they both had a mutual connection I would think he'd look through all of time and space for her if he could.

still wondering which version is Jenny's dad...though if it was a previous version when Donna notices the pic of Jenny's dad she'd freak.

hmm...I hope that we see Donna meet this Doctor soon...I'd think she'd head home early especially if someone in the family told her what weird stuff was going on.

okay...in this universe is Donna oblivious to/just misses alien things that happen and either way is she somewhat psychic too?
OH...when they rescue Wilf will he be able to communicate a bit with/hear the TARDIS too? I hope that Donna will be able to hear the TARDIS speak to her too...oh man...the Doctor's gonna have several more keepers to help keep him in line...I totally bet that the TARDIS, Jenny and Donna would be ganging up to keep the Doctor from doing something really stupid.

btw, while Donna's good with numbers/math and languages just how good is she? like near human genius level or something? I mean if she hadn't had to take care of Jenny would she probably have done quite a bit more of higher education than what she did do?

wonder what the Doctor thinks if/when they go to Pompeii and he finds out that both Jenny and Donna actually know Latin...
oh...as for the Motts line having psychic abilities...is it from humans evolving or do they have some alien lineage that makes them more prone to psychic abilities?

OH...totally LOVED Jenny's version of the Oncoming Storm...or Oncoming Trouble the Younger I guess.

oh...wonder if/when Mickey will mention to his girlfriend about how much she looks like the blonde version of the Doctor...I wonder just how fast she might connect that she could be the Doctor's daughter...OH...did Donna ever get a picture of/with Jenny's dad? actually I hope you do a flashback of just how an eighteen year old Donna met the Doctor...and WHY he kinda was cradle robbing...well...he IS centuries old in human years at least...not sure about Time Lord aging.

OH...I hope that the TARDIS has already made up rooms for Jenny, Donna, Mickey and Wilf.*methinks she'd also make sure that the females rooms are really nice since they're her thief's girls*

OH...with the Doctor's protectiveness I would almost wonder if subconsciously he knows that she's his...and that'd have me lean more to the idea that a previous incarnation is Jenny's father...plus I'd LOVE to see him recognize Donna when he sees her again...be it by temperament or smell or something else.

Aug. 12th, 2012 07:04 pm (UTC)
I will neither confirm nor deny anything. You must wait and see. :)

Donna has important work. She can't take off on a whim - especially when she has so many things she's trying to make happen for Jenny's sake. Also, she DID do higher education. She had to, else she would've lacked the credentials and training to do what she's been doing. Jenny was a motivation to get a good education to make life better for them both. And therefore Jenny places a high value on knowledge and learning - although an education doesn't always mean learning happens.

It's said that some humans are aware of things that others aren't. My feeling is that we don't know enough to be able to tell one way or the other. So it IS natural within humans - at least in the Doctor Who ficverse.

I'm sure Jenny will have reason to rant at him again later on. :)

Again, wait and see. And yes, it will be continued. As soon as I finish the revisions and get beta approval. :)
Aug. 13th, 2012 04:41 pm (UTC)
I love it! I hope Nine will have a moment to spare for Jenny's abilities soon. She felt the TARDIS' irritation - that had to mean something to the Doctor!
Sep. 21st, 2012 09:04 pm (UTC)
Well, it will be covered eventually. Glad you enoyed! :D
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