#everyone watching Remus fall over himself and drop a stack of books taller than himself ‘uhhh yeah sure’

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Remus Lupin is the type of guy where people that don’t know him think he’s so cool. Like the tall guy covered in scars that smokes and reads old novels? Cool as hell.

Then people get closer to him and go ‘oh, this guy is a loser (affectionate)’. Like he’s got all his socks matched and they’ve all got funky patterns. He forgets people are talking to him cause he’s too busy reading. He trips over his own feet constantly and wears holes in the cuffs of his jumpers through fiddling with them. He was banned from bookmarks for multiple years cause he would damage them while reading through bending them without thinking. All his shirts have stains on from where he’s dropped food down himself when distracted. He CANNOT walk in a straight line if he turns his head in any direction other than forwards, he’s simply that uncoordinated. Like he’s a total loser.

And then there’s Sirius. Knows him possibly the best out of everyone and is CONVINCED that he is the coolest person alive. He is not. Sirius is biased and also blinded by love.

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Heartsease: a Wolfstar fanfiction

Part Three: “Goodnight, Stars” 

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POV: Remus | Words: 5017 | beta: @inflictionofopinions <3 | read on AO3

There were few places in Hogwarts—or the world, really—that Remus loved more than the library in the morning, with its warm glow and peaceful white noise of scratching quills, stacking books, and distant muttering.  There was a new addition to the regular list of sounds as Remus sat down, unable to restrict the tapping of his foot against the table or his fingers against the textbook cover.  He wanted it to be the fact Lily was late, again, but knew it was something else, as the rapping intensified every time he remembered Ollie and Sirius talking the night before, the flash of Sirius’ face close to his, the combination of them creating a mixture of jealousy and useless hope that manifested into Remus’ restlessness.

Lily was just as edgy as she flew into the room, red hair whirling behind her and books nearly slipping from underneath her arms.  She spilled her belongings atop the table across from where Remus sat, looking at her with passive aggressive indifference, before breathlessly apologizing for her late arrival.  

“I think James… I think he’s caught on to the fact we have study dates every Wednesday, because he was down in the common room before I was and wouldn’t let me leave.  He had the front of his body plastered against the door, and he was looking back at me and saying stuff like, ‘come hang out with meeeee you’re always with Remus studying’.  So I had to hex him to get out.”

It was obvious to Remus that Lily was proud of herself, the way she enunciated more clearly than usual and had a wide grin on her face, and Remus wished he could laugh, but all he could muster was a small nod while still focusing on his open textbook.  He could sense Lily almost asking what was wrong, but she never did.  The next noises made was the organizing of her belongings, the opening of her textbook, and the unrolling of her parchment as she began writing the same essay Remus was working on.  Huffing out a breath, Remus refocused, hoping Lily’s calming presence would eventually decrease the shaking of his foot underneath the table.

“Do you feel that?” Lily asked when Remus was in the middle of a sentence.  He looked up, finding Lily’s eyes searching around and under the table, before quickly returning his gaze to his essay.

His foot shook, hitting the table again, but this time was the first he actually felt it bang against the table.  “It’s my foot,” he noted, unapologetically, adjusting his position as little as possible to allow his foot to still quake without it affecting Lily’s studying.  She thanked him for the small gesture, to which Remus gave yet another lazy, careless nod.  He wished for a silence, some lack of communication between himself and Lily, in order to finish the essay for Binns so he could go back to wailing about the fact Sirius was going out with someone who was not only not Remus, but was more muscular and more charming and more handsome than Remus ever could be.

But, Lily, of course, wanted every detail in her essay to be absolutely perfect—she still believed Binns actually read the essays he was handed in—so asked Remus, too politely considering their years of friendship, “Where are the dates on the formation of the Ministry?”

“Top left of the page you’re on,” he replied shortly.

“And the dates on Hector Fawley’s rule?”

Remus dropped his quill on its side, bringing his hands to the sides of his head to pull at his hair in frustration.  “God, Lily.  It’s right there on the next page!  Do you need a new set of eyes, or something?”

Instead of retracting due to his anger, Lily carefully placed her quill into her inkwell and crossed her arms in front of her chest.  “What’s going on, Remus?” she asked with more assertion than curiosity and a voice so calm it made Remus stop in his tracks.

“I- I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he replied.  But, the way his eyes shifted between anything near them that was not Lily made it clear he was lying, as did his twiddling thumbs and stuttering voice.

She grabbed Remus’ arm, forcing him to look her way, before continuing.  “Something is clearly bothering you.  You have been passive aggressive and rude since last night.”  Then, after making eye contact with Remus, Lily’s features softened, and with delicacy, she asked, “What’s wrong?”  

Remus realized, right then and there, in one of his favorite places in the world he could do it, he could finally let someone else in and tell Lily about how he hasn’t been able to stop thinking about Sirius since he came back to Hogwarts in fifth year, after having filled out and grown just slightly taller and gained muscle and gotten a few extra piercings and Remus almost fell over in the middle of King’s Cross Station after seeing him.  Remus swore to himself it was just that Sirius had grown up so much in a few months that took his breath away completely.  But it never went away, this inability to stand or think properly after looking at, talking to, being near Sirius.  He begged himself to grow out of it, to make this just some confused phase of his life because everyone has moments where they think they’re in love with their best friend because they’re just so close already and it would just be so easy to lean in and kiss them and turn it into a relationship, right?  Right?  But nothing happened, no fire lit in Remus’ stomach when he would stare at James.  No matter what Remus tried, it was obvious and undeniable: he was absolutely smitten.  And he could tell Lily about it, now, right now, because who cares about comparing the effects of different Ministers throughout time if you’ve been in love with your best friend for more than a year and haven’t told anyone?  

Remus cleared his throat.  “I don’t want to talk about it,” he said so weakly, it was an obvious lie.

“But it’s destroying you, and I can’t handle seeing you like this.”  Remus looked up from the essay he hadn’t realized he had been staring at, up at Lily’s eyes, filled with a warmth and worry that made him almost cry instantly.  He felt the words arriving at the bottom of his throat, truths with a life of their own, and he wanted to tell her, he really wanted to, but…

“I can’t,” Remus whispered, his gaze falling down to the table once more.  “At least, not here.”

So Lily got up, got up with such placidity Remus probably would not have realized if it wasn’t for her hand leaving his forearm in the process of moving.  He did not move as Lily packed up her things, his words revolving around his mind ceaselessly, wondering what he just got himself into.  ‘Not here.’  ‘Not here.’  Please. As if there’s somewhere that can make the horribleness of this situation go away.

A hand was outstretched to him atop the still-open textbook.  He looked to the side, and Lily stood there, wearing the kind of smile people give to those obviously brokenhearted.  “Come on,” she said.  He grabbed her hand, regretting it instantly due to knowing what it meant, but still grabbed it, as if his body needed someone else to latch onto, someone to steady him as he got out of the chair.  Without asking, Lily organized Remus’ belongings into his bag, putting everything in its correct place, and slung it over her shoulder.

Remus’ free arm reached out for it.  “You don’t have to–”

“It’s fine,” Lily insisted.  “Come on, now.  I want to show you something.”

And the silence that he craved mere minutes earlier was finally given to him, and he wasn’t sure whether to be grateful for Lily’s lack of questions or terrified by her lack of clarification of where they were headed.  It couldn’t have been a horrible place, as Lily bounced down the staircases she led them down as if she was not carrying two bags of books and dragging a reluctant seventeen-year-old boy behind her.  The speed at which they descended made all of the chatter and laughter of fellow students around them, all the familiar colors of robes and portraits he knew by memory, fade into a blur.  

It was just stairs and stairs and stairs and the distancing of sounds until it wasn’t.  Before he realized, Remus was a floor below the ground floor of Hogwarts, Lily’s hand still around his wrist, and the chatter of conversation had returned slightly.  Lily dragged him towards those sounds, into a long corridor of pale white walls decorated with framed paintings of food.  The torches that were lit beneath the arched walkway allowed for a warm light to radiate throughout the corridor, and, despite the lack of windows, this seemed like one of the brightest places in Hogwarts.  But Remus was too out of breath to ask when they finally stopped, hitting the back wall of the corridor, face to face with a canvas displaying a large silver bowl of fruit.  

“Watch this,” Lily whispered before extending out her hand to scratch her finger against the sole pear featured in the painting.  Remus thought he was hallucinating as he watched the pear giggle, then turn into a door handle, as if being a laughing pear painting wasn’t enough of a shock.  

What it opened to made Remus’ open-mouth remain in its position.  A humongous, high-ceilinged room was exposed, walls cluttered with pots and pans of various sizes that Remus knew must be used for cooking inside the massive brick fireplace that faced Remus and Lily from the other side of the room.  Remus knew this was the kitchen, the initial smell of shepherd’s pie and roasted chicken making it obvious, but still lacked explanation of how or why from Lily, who had a wide smile on her face.

“Isn’t it brilliant?” she asked, without looking at Remus for a response.

“Yeah,” Remus said, unsure in delivery but certain in opinion.  “How did you figure out how to get in?”

Lily began walking as she responded, and Remus followed, entranced.  “Alice took me here before the Hufflepuff party.  She wanted me to meet some of the elves, learn some recipes.”  She walked as enthusiastically as she spoke.  “I’ve always been fascinated by cooking, you see, but I’m rubbish at the Muggle way, since I’m always here.  So she asked me what I wanted to learn how to make, and you know what I said?”

“What?”

Lily turned towards Remus, a grin plastered on her lips.  “Hot chocolate.”

Cooly, she continued walking forwards, seeming entirely unphased by Remus’ clutching of her hands and his constant “thank yous” and “I love yous,” except for a small smile that never faltered.  They made their way to the brick fireplace, where a particularly wide-eared house-elf was stirring a pot with a wooden spoon almost as large as her body.

“Excuse me, Betty,” Lily began as the house-elf turned around slowly.  “I’m Lily, Alice’s friend who you taught how to make hot chocolate.  I was hoping you’d let me try again so I could cheer up my friend here.  He’s having a hard day and hot chocolate is his favorite drink.”

Remus was unsure of what to expect in response, but he certainly did not anticipate the long laugh Betty gave at Lily’s pleading face, or the deep voice Betty responded in, that had the warmth and authority of a grandmother.  “Sweetheart,” she said between beats of laughter, “if you try and make it, he’s never gonna get any.  I’ll make some now.  You two just sit down.”

While Betty summoned a fresh pot and spoon and mugs and the ingredients, Lily and Remus found two lopsided stools to sit on.  Remus watched how Betty cooked not by guidelines but by memory, stirring occasionally but not too much, adding the chocolate in at just the right time, knowing how much to put in and folding it into the thick milk with care and ease.  She summoned two white mugs, while asking Remus his name, his house, and how he knew Lily.  He laughed along with the conversation her questions provoked, thankful for Lily’s sweet comments and Betty’s sassy remarks, but still, the back of his mind kept flashing images of Sirius and Ollie into his vision, making it fuzzy and his heart feel weak.  Remus barely remembered anything that was said before he received a massive mug of hot chocolate, but was snapped out of his thoughts by the drink touching his lips, almost making him groan it was so delicious.

“It’s the best, isn’t it?” Lily asked, her nose scrunched up from the strength of her smile.  Remus’ voice was shaky as he agreed, offering Betty a thousand different compliments which she blew off humbly.  

“You better be on your way now,” Betty said.  She had returned to mixing the pot she was stirring before Lily and Remus interrupted her, alongside various other saucepans that were so similar in color and shape Remus was amazed at how Betty knew exactly what every pot was cooking.  “Lunch is coming by and it gets crazy in here.  But take the cocoa.  It’s my treat.”

With similar heartiness as her greeting, Lily told Betty goodbye, and Remus tried to match it, but it came out lukewarm, as he was so caught up in thinking about how brightly Sirius seemed to smile at Ollie.  But before Remus could make up some absurd lie about why he seemed so indifferent, Lily was slipping the strap of his shoulder bag over his head, almost spilling his hot chocolate.  

“Take this and let’s go,” she said, grabbing his wrist once more, heading out of the kitchen with the same vigor she approached it with, like some explorer in an uncharted rainforest.  The determination was not only at making sure hundreds of house-elves did not knock into them with hot plates of food, no, Remus could see in her face that Lily had not forgotten why Remus needed the hot chocolate in the first place, that she would not let Remus go until she had helped him as best as possible.

After carefully maneuvering through the dangerous combination of crowds of children and steep staircases with their hot chocolates, Lily sat them down in the middle courtyard, remnants of morning dew still present on the grass.  They leaned against the base of the stone arches which bordered the courtyard and Remus took a deep breath as he heard the dwindling down of voices as second period began, the chirping of nearby birds and pounding of his heart becoming louder in the silence.

Lily did not look at him as she asked, “So, are you going to finally tell me what is wrong?  Or you just going to wait until you internally combust?”

“Is the second really an option?” Remus inquired, not holding back the hope in his voice.  In response, Lily smacked him on the arm lightly, and both laughed despite the visible tension present in Remus’ body.  As if remembering that tension existed, after the laughter ended, Lily’s hand returned to the same spot on Remus’ arm, but to rub it tenderly.  The shift in interaction, the rediscovered softness it contained, almost made Remus drop his mug.  

Lily apologized, but Remus was quick to deny her any fault.  “I guess I didn’t realize how much I needed a hug, or any kind of physical reassurance,” Remus admitted, almost crumbling under his own honesty while feeling Lily do the same.  His heart on the cusp of burning, body almost caving into himself but not quite, something in the back of Remus’ mind told him to just continue, let his secret become their secret, rip the bandaid off because his shaking hands and vibrating feet had already given away too much, anyways.  Might as well continue.

So, following yet another deep breath, Remus said alongside his exhale, “I think I’m in love with Sirius.”  

In the silence that followed, the silence that both slowed his heart rate and made it accelerate, Remus gulped down the remaining hot chocolate in his mug to ease the dryness in his throat.  Lily’s not judging you.  She’s not.  She’s not!  Remus knew before she placed her head on his shoulder that Lily was more worried about the state of Remus’ heart, the brokenness of it, instead of who it was broken over and what that meant.  But his fingers still drummed rapidly against his empty mug, his head was spinning, breath seeming harder to find than usual but still being there, somewhere, because he had just exposed two truths he had kept deeply lodged away since fifth year, and Lily still wasn’t speaking.  She still wasn’t speaking, and Remus felt like exploding, almost asked outright to just say anything, please, but she beat him to it.

“And that is an issue because… ”

Remus rolled his eyes at Lily, but continued staring straight ahead at the shut doors of empty classrooms across the courtyard.  “Because he’s my best friend, Lily.  And there’s no way he likes me back.  So, I can’t do anything about this, since there’s no way I’m going to lose him over some stupid crush.”

The sarcasm in Lily’s voice turned soft at the admission.  “You know he loves you, too, Remus.  He looks at you the same way you look at him.”  Remus look downed at the grass, shaking his head in disbelief, hating how easily the thought made his knees weaken.  “I’ve seen it!  I swear to you.  Last night in the common room while you were sleeping, you should have seen him.  I- I can’t even describe it.  But I swear, it’s there.  He might be your best friend, but he wants more than that.  Just like you do.”

“Then why the fuck is he going on a date with Ollie?”  It came out more aggressively than intended, a scream rather than a question, and Remus looked up Lily’s face, somehow unphased and still optimistic.  “Sorry, I didn’t mean to–”

“It’s fine, Rem,” she smiled.  “I don’t know why.  Maybe he’s trying to get over you in the same way you were reluctant to come out in order to keep your feelings for him at bay.”  

Remus was taken aback by how simply Lily stated something he thought was so complex, how it took her no time at all to uncover the strategy for survival he had been using since fifth year.  But he wasn’t shocked enough to question about how Lily knew so quickly, rather asking, “But why would he need to do that?  To get over me?  He’s Sirius Black!  He could melt people just by looking at them the right way.  He doesn’t need me to affirm he is amazing.  Me, on the other hand…”

“Remus,” Lily begged, knowing where Remus was headed before he began the journey.

“It’s true, Lily.  He actually makes me feel good about myself in ways I never knew possible.  He’s always saying stuff like, ‘nice work, Moony,’ or ‘you’re bloody brilliant,’ and sometimes he’ll compliment how I look and,”–Remus had to take a breath at the thought before continuing– “I just need that, Lily.  I can’t ruin it.  He’s my best friend and I at least need that.”

Lily grabbed Remus’ right shoulder with her hand, almost shaking it but not quite, leaning her face into his.  “What makes it so hard to believe that he might love you?”

Remus felt like cracking up, felt like becoming a ball of malicious ball of roaring laughter, but lacked the energy to do so, leaving the feeling of incredulity hot in his chest.  “He doesn’t know I’m gay, first off.  Who the hell is stupid enough to fall in love with someone who isn’t even attracted to their gender?”

“Then do it, Remus.  Come out to him and see what happens.”

The seriousness in Lily’s tone didn’t mix well with the anxiety that flooded in Remus’ heart.  “And say what?  That I knew it because I fell in love with him?  Let something that should be freeing and wonderful turn into a sob-fest when he doesn’t reciprocate?”

Lily retracted her hand.  “Then don’t tell him the whole story.  Or don’t tell him anything, if you don’t want to.  I’m just saying, if you think he doesn’t love you because he doesn’t know you’re gay, wouldn’t it be nice to give him that piece of information if it could, in fact, change something for the better?”

“What would change?  Lily, can’t you just wrap your head around the fact that Sirius looks at me that way because we’re so close?  We’ve known each other for six years.  James has kissed me on the face multiple times when drunk, and he cuddles with Sirius all the time, and it’s just how we operate.  I can’t lose him because you don’t understand the way we work.”

“I’m not forcing you to take my advice,” Lily said.  “I’m just telling you what I’ve noticed and trying to help you decide what to do from there.  I love you, Remus.  So much.  I think it would be good for you to come out to him, but coming out is your thing, and you should have the control over where, when, and whom you come out to.  I just think it would help.  And even if he’s not in love with you, and I don’t understand the way you three operate, at least you can get over him.”  Remus went to turn his head, but Lily grasped his chin with her fingers before he could, forcing him to continue looking at her.  “And if he is, in fact, your best friend, he’ll love you even if he figures out you want more than that.  It might be awkward at first, in fact, it will probably be awkward.  But he cares too much about you to let anything stop your friendship, just like you wanted to stay closeted in order to preserve it.  Okay?”

Stuck at the mercy of Lily’s fingertips, Remus couldn’t pull away to hide the tears welling in his eyes.  But it was Lily, Lily who was always there for him, Lily who learned how to make his favorite drink before her favorite meal, Lily who was the first person Remus had come out to and did not treat him any differently for it, so Remus let the tears fall and hit her knuckles, before they left his chin to wipe the wetness off of his cheeks.  He tumbled into her chest, robes absorbing the tears.

“Everything is going to be okay, Remus,” Lily whispered.  “I promise.  You’ll make it through this.  You can make it through anything.”

What Remus did, ever so gruelingly, make it through was an entire four periods of classes, lunch, and dinner far too close to Sirius, trying to act as if he wasn’t standing atop a high-wire, one step away from falling over at all times.  How could he, when he knew Lily was right, that he had to say something to Sirius.  And suddenly, instead of holding everything in, he was having quite the opposite issue, a river trying to rage but being held back by floodgates.  The words Lily had spoken, unbeknownst to her, had moulded into pictures in his mind: Sirius kissing Remus after admitting to his feelings, their fingers twirling around one another’s while walking to Hogsmeade, Remus waking up with Sirius sprawled atop him, wearing Remus’ jumper.  It was all too much and Remus found himself rushing out from dinner early, making some obviously untrue excuse, heading to the bathrooms in order to pour water on his flushed cheeks.  Remus owed it to himself to be honest, even if he was leaving the largest part of the secret to himself, as if loving Sirius was some treasure instead of some burden.  He looked at himself in the mirror.  “You’re doing this, Remus.  You’re doing this.”

He ran up to the dormitories, feet never beating the pace of his heart, but trying to.  He rushed even though he was expecting some long, dramatic wait time, some cinematic crescendo where he’d be pacing around their room for hours, waiting for Sirius to arrive.  So, when he opened the door to find Sirius lounging atop his unmade bed, drawing shapes into the air with his wand, the first emotion that poured over Remus was shock, followed by an all-consuming terror.  Remus could not get his hand to stop shaking as he grasped the doorknob and closed the door, making the simple action take too long, require too much work.  Remus knew he was radiating uncertainty.

But Sirius’ greeting was as casual as ever, a simple, “Hey, Moony,” that Remus wished could calm him down like Sirius’ presence always did, but only intensified the acceleration of his pounding heart.  Remus nodded at the hello, afraid to see if he could speak without the words breaking apart into jumbles and stutters, thus making his way to his bed silently.  It was like he was trying to be invisible, even though Remus knew Sirius had already seen him.

Remus sat on the side of his bed while taking off his shoes carefully, indulging himself in the task in order to lengthen the distance between now and when he needed to begin the conversation.  He set his shoes down, not bothering to tuck them in their proper position and stared at the wall, counting the dents in the wooden paneling, wishing they would make him feel more like a human and less like an explosive ready to combust.

“You alright, Moons?”  Sirius asked, pulling Remus’ eyes away from the wall and to Sirius, whose chin was tucked into his chest in order to look at Remus while lying down.  It was then, as his eyes glazed over to Sirius, Remus looked down at his hands in passing and realized they were shaking wildly.  Why do I have to be so easy to read?

Sirius was expressionless, waiting to paint his features with whatever reaction necessary while waiting for Remus to respond.  The second after Remus said, “Actually, I need to talk to you about something,” concern took over his face, softening Sirius’ eyes and pouting his lips.  Remus sat, waiting, with his still-quivering hands in his lap as Sirius wordlessly approached his bed and sat next to him.  Overwhelmed by the proximity, Remus almost scooted away.

“What was it that gave me away?  Was it my hands?”  Remus laughed a bit while asking the question.  He could feel Sirius’ eyes on his fingers and suddenly, the laughter was muffled by Remus wondering if Sirius considered Remus’ hands as intensely as Remus considered Sirius’, memorizing their shape.  As if his body needed another reason to shiver.

Sirius’ smile was so warm Remus could feel it on his face.  Or maybe the heat was a blush that Remus was too tired to hold back.  “No, no.  It was your shoes, actually.  You didn’t put them away.”  If it wasn’t the blush that made his cheeks feel warm before, then it definitely was now, after Remus realized that Sirius paid attention to things like that.  The smile forming on Remus’ face died before it was born, however, at the simple fact that Remus knew James’ every habit and wasn’t in love with him at all.  Unfortunate.

Remus exhaled deeply.  He could run away in his thoughts before, definitely, and he had every time he imagined himself in this position: next to Sirius, ready to tell his best friend that he was gay.  He had thought about it so many times, before falling asleep, when bored in class, after Sirius laughed in the kind of way that shook his entire body and Remus felt like he just couldn’t hold in his feelings anymore.  But those conversations he could run from.  He couldn’t walk away now.  And, even though he wanted to, a larger part of him kept saying, “Stay, Remus.  Stay.”

So he did.  But the words, there were just three of them, kept getting stuck, no matter what stroke of bravery rode through Remus, making him sure that this was the second he would say it, if he could just open his mouth.  This kept happening, over and over, and Remus could feel his hands still unsteady, so unsteady, fingers brushing across his jeans every now and again.  Should he be standing?  Should he have waited?  Should he have not?  Will Sirius put the pieces together, somehow, look back and see that Remus hadn’t initiated a single hug between them since fourth year, or that Remus spends way too long admiring Sirius’ elegant fingers and realize Sirius was both the hearth that warmed Remus’ heart and the wildfire that blazed through his veins?

Sirius’ voice interrupted the doubts.  “You can tell me anything, Remus,” he assured.  “But, you also don’t have to tell me anything.”

The sound that responded was not from Remus’ throat, rather, it was a memory of Lily inside of his mind.  Lily promising, promising with so much weight it could have drowned Remus, “And if he is, in fact, your best friend, he’ll love you even if he figures out you want more than that.”

So he stayed.  Not only because he could hear Lily so clearly, so clearly it was as if she was in the room and whispering in Remus’ ear, but being stuck in this position, unwilling to run but unable to speak, allowed him a quiet moment to realize how his body felt.  He felt like he hadn’t breathed for years, full of old air and gasping for new, aching, ready, desperate for inhalation.  

And Remus got it, every inch of his body flooding with fresh oxygen that felt like reincarnation, after he said, so clearly it stung, “Sirius, I’m gay.”

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KEEP READING: Part Four: “So Help Me God” 

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