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Post by Jaron Namir on Sept 3, 2016 13:45:46 GMT -5
[attr="class","sinmain2"]  [attr="class","sinlyrics"]we've become echoes [attr="class","sinlyrics2"]but echoes fade away [attr="class","sinbody2"]Jaron was going for one very long walk because he needed something to do other than think of the perplexing and altogether bothersome woman he'd now run into not once, but twice. He wasn't even going to think her name, because that would start a series of of images, which would start a series of feelings, and... Ugh. He needed a distraction. This trek was only part of it, because his ultimate destination was the Drop Point to see if any of his stuff had come in yet. Yeah, he knew he was supposed to be notified somehow, but how long would that take? He could walk faster than they'd find him, he thought. But the path he was taking wasn't one that made sense - he should have made a straight line from Nemus, but instead he was making the journey unnecessarily lengthy by scooping through Exurbia on the way. And that had nothing to do with Zee. Shit. He'd thought it. Jaron drug a hand down his face, then through his hair before letting it drop back to his side. Alright, alright... He could admit it had something to do with her. With forgetting her; or, at least, pushing her firmly into the friend zone and putting someone else into the women-I'd-like-to-sleep-with category. She was pretty, and alright, kind of fun, but that wasn't what he needed in a bedmate. He needed someone hot who saw him as the same, sans extremely personal questions like "How did you get into singing?" Not that she'd known that was personal, but... No questions at all was a much better scenario. He was cresting a stout hill when he caught sight of someone standing up from the shin-high grass with flowing black (dark brown?) hair. Her back was to him, but even from this angle he could tell she was attractive - as long as she wasn't a butterface. Y'know, where everything looks good but her face. He'd met a handful of them in his day, which was why he made a point of looking women in the face first. They saw it as respectful; he saw it as a method of self-preservation. But he was in a time of need, so he'd take his chances. He approached, and there was no way to keep his footfalls quiet. Not that he wanted to sneak up on her anyway. When he was close enough that he wouldn't have to yell for her to hear him, he put his hands in his pockets and asked, "Want some help with that?" even though he had no idea what "that" was. Jaron put on his best lazy smile so he could start the charming from the moment she looked at him. He rolled his shoulders, ready to get in the game. [attr="class","sintag2"] @alaska x suave xD [attr="class","cred"]MADE BY VEL OF WW + GS[googlefont=Oswald][newclass=.sinmain2]width:380px;background-color:#fcfcfc;padding:60px;border:solid 1px #ddd;[/newclass] [newclass=.sinlyrics]font-family:georgia;font-size:26px;color:#9a2a29;text-transform:uppercase;letter-spacing:3px;margin-top:10px;text-align:center;[/newclass][newclass=.sinlyrics2]font-family:Oswald;font-size:38px;font-weight:400;color:#333;text-transform:uppercase;margin-top:-25px;text-align:center;[/newclass][newclass=.sintag2]padding:10px 20px 0px 10px;font-family:verdana;font-size:9px;letter-spacing:1px;color:#666;text-align:center;[/newclass][newclass=.sin2]background-color:#fcfcfc;[/newclass] [newclass=.sinbody2]margin-top: 5px;width: 370px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; line-height: 15px;color:#333;[/newclass][newclass=.cred]text-align:center;font-size:6pt;color:rgb(132, 132, 132);letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;margin-top:5px;[/newclass][newclass=.cred a]color:rgb(132, 132, 132);font-size:6pt;letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;[/newclass] |
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Post by Deleted on Sept 5, 2016 23:17:10 GMT -5
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so that is what she became
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Waking up from being cryogenically frozen was the strangest feeling Rachel had ever experienced. It was weird how out of sorts her body had felt from itself, how for a moment she'd forgotten who she was and where she might be. As if that weren't disorienting enough Rachel had awoken to an entirely new planet. Winry, Rachel's sister, had awoken shortly after Rachel and taken all of Rachel's focus away from her own nerves. If moving to a new planet was stressful for an adult, it was terrifying for a five year old. She'd held the little girl and rocked with her until she was calm enough to disembark from the ship. They'd held hands and entered their new planet together, much as they had exited their old one. As far as the records were concerned this was a completely new start for the two of them. Rachel Burk died on Earth, as had her little sister Winry. Janet and Winry Hartman, however, had made it to the shuttles and survived the destruction of their home world. Yes. Rachel was dead, and from those ashes Janet had sprung up in her place. It was all she could do to not mentally use her old name. Each time the young woman crassly corrected herself. She'd spent years as Janet and yet this felt different. Even in her mind she wished to have all traces of Rachel die.
It had been some time between then, and Janet had discovered that trying to rebuild a home and prepare a field by hand with a bored five year old was nearly impossible. Winry was constantly getting in the way while she tried to get work done and create some kind of means of survival for them. Winry grew tired of the two toys afforded to her as a carryon and constantly went to her mother asking for snacks or to play with toys and games that were lightyears away. Finally, Janet had allowed for someone else to take Winry on a walk to the river. The woman who had taken the girl seemed nice enough, and Janet decided that the planet and the settlements weren't too big, she could find and murder the woman if she needed to. She was mostly kidding about the murder part. If she'd not murdered her step father the woman was safe so long as Winry returned in one piece.
The field Janet had claimed as her own was wide and flat but covered with tall grasses and twisted briar plants. There was not much she could do about the soil until she had the tools to churn up the soil and break it up. In the mean time Janet decided she'd take a break from working on the sad job of gathering supplies for a house she did not have the tools or knowledge to build and instead would work on clearing what she could. Janet had spent the better part of the morning hunched over, tossing rocks of various sizes and shaped into a pile that now stretched a quarter of the way around her field. She'd not taken care of the briars yet, though she'd kicked them apart as she came to them.
Having spent years on the run, Janet was very aware of people around her. She maintained she could sense when people were looking at her for too long, but the few friends she'd shared this talent with didn't quite believe her. Still, she sensed someone was looking at her but didn't look up from her work. The last thing she wanted was to start some kind of conversation that might start up when she made eye contact. It would seem that was not to be avoided, as Janet heard whoever it was walking towards her. She acted as if she couldn't hear them, hoping maybe they'd go away. It certainly wasn't Winry, she'd of heard her sis-- daughter a ways off laughing or talking. No, this was someone else.
"Want some help with that?"
To this she straightened up, pushing back her mass of long dark brown locks out of her face. She'd since shed her jacket and wore her plaid shirt open to the tank top underneath. It wasn't the best look to have when meeting someone. Janet probably smelled something fierce, she thought. It wasn't hot but such hard work had a way of leaving you stinking of humanity. She wiped the sweat off of her face onto her sleeve. She looked the man over. He didn't look like the farmer type not had she seen him around at all. Her eyes narrowed at him as she attempted to make sense of why this man was coming and offering help. Calm down, Janet, she told herself. No one is after you anymore. You need to be friendly if you want people to help you survive here. With that pep talk, she offered him a genuine smile and she attempted to make her hair a little less messy.
"Would love some, thanks. Kinda hard to clear out this field without tools, yeah?" Janet chuckled nervously and pushed her hair back yet which only caused it to become puffier. As much as Janet wasn't particularly chatty, she did find the man offering help to be quite charming, and she allowed herself to indulge in his good looks for a moment longer. "The name's Janet, and I hope to fill this field with food if our stuff ever gets here. I'd go on but I assume you're not a farmer." Her tone was flat and frank, though sometimes people took it badly. She bent over again, tossing a few rocks aside, hoping he'd get the idea of what they were doing. "What about you?"
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Post by Jaron Namir on Sept 6, 2016 20:08:27 GMT -5
[attr="class","sinmain2"] [attr="class","sinlyrics"]we've become echoes [attr="class","sinlyrics2"]but echoes fade away [attr="class","sinbody2"]The part of Jaron's brain that was currently functioning thought one thing as he looked the woman over, shiny with sweat from working the field: stamina. Had he not already been smiling lazily at her, he would've smirked. Sure, it wasn't the cleanest thought in the world, but if he was thinking that then he wasn't thinking of... you know who. It was a good thing. His second thought was that, score, she was pretty. Bordering on hott, actually, which was going to work wonders for him. He was an old dog, and he knew old tricks. Getting back into that swing was already helping to derail his previously one-track mind, causing his shoulders to slump slightly in relaxation. He didn't even mind that the woman seemed to take an awfully long time to determine whether or not he was worth talking to. This was peculiar, but thanks to-.... Well, suffice it to say he was becoming accustomed to not being recognized or even immediately welcomed on this planet. People were so strange. She spent a lot of time trying to wipe her hair out of her face, but Jaron took this as a positive sign; she was concerned about her appearance, which probably meant she found him attractive. Most women did, but it was nice to have the reminder. "I can imagine. Seems everyone's pretty stuck until our stuff gets here," he commented mildly, shaking his head. "You'd think they would've thought that little bit through, but I guess getting us out here was hard enough." He didn't know why he was making small talk; he wasn't nervous. Jaron breathed a chuckle at Janet's comment. "What gave it away?" he asked good-naturedly, though truth be told he wasn't overly fond of her assumption. Not everyone understood his need to be good at everything he tried, so he couldn't fault her. Besides, he wasn't here for engaging conversation... When she bent he followed suit, grabbing a few rocks as she inquired about him. "..Most people know me as Leo," he said, more slowly than usual because he'd nearly given his actual name. Yaveh, that little sprite of a woman had really rubbed off on him. Brow furrowing, he gave his head a quick shake and threw the rocks to the pile before continuing. "I was pretty good at keeping people entertained on Earth, so I figured I'd give it a shot here, too," he divulged, shrugging. Standing in that field with Janet, he couldn't help but feel pretty useless in the grand scheme of things. "I... sing, but same as you, without my instruments I don't make a very good show." Chuckling lightly, Jaron ran a hand through his hair before getting back to their task (which was going to get old really quick, he could tell). "Did you farm back home, or just pick it up once you got here?" he asked. "And you can go into as much detail as you'd like. I like to learn, and I've been told I'm a good listener," he fibbed, smiling over at her. [attr="class","sintag2"] @alaska x --- [attr="class","cred"]MADE BY VEL OF WW + GS[googlefont=Oswald][newclass=.sinmain2]width:380px;background-color:#fcfcfc;padding:60px;border:solid 1px #ddd;[/newclass] [newclass=.sinlyrics]font-family:georgia;font-size:26px;color:#9a2a29;text-transform:uppercase;letter-spacing:3px;margin-top:10px;text-align:center;[/newclass][newclass=.sinlyrics2]font-family:Oswald;font-size:38px;font-weight:400;color:#333;text-transform:uppercase;margin-top:-25px;text-align:center;[/newclass][newclass=.sintag2]padding:10px 20px 0px 10px;font-family:verdana;font-size:9px;letter-spacing:1px;color:#666;text-align:center;[/newclass][newclass=.sin2]background-color:#fcfcfc;[/newclass] [newclass=.sinbody2]margin-top: 5px;width: 370px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; line-height: 15px;color:#333;[/newclass][newclass=.cred]text-align:center;font-size:6pt;color:rgb(132, 132, 132);letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;margin-top:5px;[/newclass][newclass=.cred a]color:rgb(132, 132, 132);font-size:6pt;letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;[/newclass] |
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Post by Deleted on Sept 11, 2016 22:08:31 GMT -5
| | She needed a hero
so that is what she became
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The man made a fair point, basically everyone was useless without their supplies unless of course one of the people who had managed to get themselves unfrozen was an expert at recreating the entirety of human renovation from scratch. Though, she'd make the argument that her needs outweighed those of just about everyone else. If these musicians and explorers didn't get their compasses and guitars whatever kind of winter this planet had would be boring but survivable. Without some kind of stalk pile of food the whole lot of them were screwed. That was one thing Rachel had always thought about when people got to arguing about issues she thought were stupid. The only arguments that mattered had involved the protection of the Earth and the resources everything else came second. Too bad humanity had learned that one too late. Hard to come to some kind of consensus about pop culture when there was no planet to live on anymore. Janet remained tight lipped about it, though this guy hadn't yet revealed what he was and bad mouthing the other jobs might not be the best way to make friends. No, not friends-- allies. Janet had gotten along just fine without friends so far.
"What gave it away?"
What hadn't given it away would have been gotten a more concise answer. While the man was muscular and appeared to be strong, he wasn't muscular in the right ways. In her time at university, Rachel had seen her share of the agriculture department shirtless and they didn't all have six packs like the handsome farm boys in movies. No, they had thick strong arms, and were either twig thin or large and boxy. This guy appeared to have paid more attention to his shape than farmer she'd ever known. That and his hands were too pristine to have been used to hard labor like he was doing now. She eyed his hands but said nothing to his answer, allowing him to continue on. He'd given his name, Leo, and her instincts had been right in holding her tongue about cultivators being of more importance presently than anything. Of course the pretty boy was a singer, that should have been her first guess to begin with. What was there to say about it now? Janet couldn't talk about her opinion of the man without being completely rude. Hell, if she was lucky maybe the pretty boy would come back and help her more with the field. Maybe it'd help him cultivate the image of a starving artist if that's what he was going for.
"Did you farm back home, or just pick it up once you got here? And you can go into as much detail as you'd like. I like to learn, and I've been told I'm a good listener,"
"Oh I see... handsome, musician, a good listener?" she shot him a cocky glance. "You're starting to sound like one of those fake dating profiles." She straightened, stretching and twisting her back to relieve some of the pain that had been building up since starting this project. That she wouldn't do for a hot bath and a yoga session. Taking a short break from her work, Janet slipped her shirt off and tied it around her waist. In the long run she'd put it back on as a way to protect her skin from a sun they knew little about but Janet also knew she needed to cool off. Janet didn't particularly feel like delving into her back story. The danger was gone, most likely, but the paranoia remained. "I wasn't a farmer farmer back on Earth but I grew most of my food. I went to school for horticulture and sustainable food management which is just fancy talk for farming, decided I didn't need a degree, and just started to do it. I stored what I could, sold the rest and sometimes went to the store in the winter but all my work over the planting and harvesting season paid off, I guess. Living off the grid isn't too different from this-- I mean if I had my supplies." Janet opted to not go into the finer details of the science since all that science would probably be tossed out the window as soon as she got to test the soil that was under all the grass and rocks she was currently trying to get rid of.
Once again her eyes looked over him. It was abundantly clear to her that he was flirting-- or trying to. If that was how the game was to be played she could easily play it right back. Janet walked over to him slowly, her brow arching. Taking a deep breath she smiled and let out a chuckle.
"And I know a farm boy when I see one," she said with as much humor as a woman with her seriousness could muster. "Your hands, "she took one of his into hers, nearly brown with dirt, "your hands are far too nice to have done any real work like this before. And you're not doing too bad a job for an artist. If you ever need a real job I'm sure we could work something out." Was that really her end game? Even Janet wasn't sure of her motives anymore. She'd need help to grow enough food for herself, Winry, and everyone else. Or she'd need help in fending off the desperate bastards who didn't have food while she did. Janet released his hand and placed her hand on her hip. "What brought you out to my field, anyway?"
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Post by Jaron Namir on Sept 12, 2016 11:54:54 GMT -5
[attr="class","sinmain2"] [attr="class","sinlyrics"]we've become echoes [attr="class","sinlyrics2"]but echoes fade away [attr="class","sinbody2"]Her silence was more annoying than it was concerning, but that was probably a good thing. He didn't need - or want - to be attracted to her personality. He needed to be attracted to her physically, so he could get his fill and go back to being perfectly content with a string of one-night stands. It would enable him to forget about whatsherface (he didn't actually forget her name, but the less he thought it the more he could convince himself she was no one important), which really was all that mattered. Uh... Okay, silent treatment on the topic of his profession, too. He hadn't really given much time for a response, but he expected something. Like maybe a little 'Sing something for me,' even though he wouldn't have. Actually, scratch that. That's what you-know-who asked, so it was a damn good thing Janet didn't repeat it. Yeah. The next few rocks he let fly toppled over the other side of the pile in his agitation. It took a considerable amount of effort to keep his smile when the woman chose to try her hand at backhanded almost-compliments, but he managed. Narrowing his eyes, Jaron shrugged innocently. "I guess it's a good thing that I'm very obviously real then," he replied playfully, giving her an appreciative look as she stretched. When it came to removing her shirt, he would've continued gazing had it not caused him to realize she was clothed exactly the same as-... Mouth pressing into a mulish line, he dropped his eyes and got back to work. Thus far he was doing a pretty shitty job of "living in the moment" and not concerning himself with... Others. He obviously needed to step up his game. Jaron did genuinely listen to what Janet had to say, but only one part of her monologue really caught his attention. "Off the grid, huh?" he asked, smirking and raising a brow as he looked back up to her. "Is your last name Bond.. Janet Bond?" he joked. "Or I guess, that'd be more Ethan Hunt-esque. Y'know, Mission Impossible style," he amended, making the arm movements to go along with being sneaky. Laughing at himself, he straightened and put his hands at the small of his back to stretch. "Don't worry, your secret's safe with me." He winked, completely oblivious to how this might sound to her. If there was a list of things he expected her to do, approaching him was at the bottom of it. He stood normally, dropping his hands to his sides just in time for her to take one. Again, he wasn't expecting it.. But it was a pleasant surprise. His expression mimicked her own, until she started to knock him down peg by peg. The smirk disappeared, but he continued gazing at her with a raised brow, eyes giving the clear message of, 'You really gonna go there?' He managed to keep his jaw from clenching, though, until she verbally slapped him in the face. At that, he gently extricated his hand from her grasp. "I have a job, thank you," he said, as lightly as possible and with his characteristic this-is-all-a-game smile. She'd never know how completely pissed that statement made him. It was his job to keep the lot of them from killing themselves out of depression when they got working or thinking too hard. At her change of subject, Jaron took a breath's pause before deigning to answer. He shrugged noncommittally, because his real reason was one he didn't care to think about. "Figured I'd check out the Drop Point, but decided to take the scenic route. You just happened to be along the way," he offered, smiling charmingly. He reached out to twirl a lock of her hair between his fingers for a moment, letting it drop shortly after so he wouldn't give off the impression of being too pushy or touchy. "S'not like my stuff's going anywhere, if any of it has actually come yet, so I have plenty of time to help out." His words were clean enough, but the quick glance that stole down her form wasn't. Meeting her eyes again, Jaron smiled. 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Post by Deleted on Oct 9, 2016 1:11:16 GMT -5
| | She needed a hero
so that is what she became
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There were only a couple of reactions people had to the whole living off the grid thing. Some people would ask if she was super religious-- which Janet definitely was not. Any God she'd believed in had died years ago. Another common response had been to ask if she were a conspiracy theorist or something along those lines. The answer to that was also no. Janet believed that man had landed on the moon, Elvis was dead, and that Lee Harvey Oswald had killed JFK. Though, ironically Leo wasn't too far off from reality. No, Janet wasn't a spy for England but she did have a secret identity and something to hide. She smiled at him, continuing his joke.
"Heh, yeah I'm a big time criminal," she chuckled darkly at her own admission. That was all she was willing to say on the matter because anything else would perhaps be a bit too much to give away all at once.
How stiff Leo got after she'd said her bit about needing a real job. Perhaps he'd taken it too personally. Not that Janet actually thought her opinion was wrong. If all of them were to survive, then they would need to have food and shelter and a plan not people singing. If anything everyone would have to learn to take on other trades. What she did feel badly about, however was making him feel bad. Her humor was dry sometimes and it could be taken the wrong way. Though, Janet decided to just drop it and apologize later if the subject came up again. It seemed Leo wanted to let it go as badly as she did.
"Figured I'd check out the Drop Point, but decided to take the scenic route. You just happened to be along the way," He reached out, and took a strand of her hair into his fingers. Janet's blue eyes dropped to his hands an watched them. They were callused on the tips from playing an instrument, probably a guitar. She could feel her pulse quicken and her pale cheeks flush more than they already had from working in the sun. When he dropped it, he continued to talk and work though Janet had stopped to simply stare. "S'not like my stuff's going anywhere, if any of it has actually come yet, so I have plenty of time to help out." Of course she didn't miss the way his eyes had traveled over her. He smiled. She did too.
"I need to pick up something there, I hear. But what's come is useless without my other tools...well that and it's probably safer with guards anyway," Janet's cool eyes stole another glance at him. She wasn't horribly interested in talking about seeds anymore. Winry would have enjoyed such a conversation but that's not where this was going, Janet could tell. Again, she rand a dirty hand through her thin brown locks. "I know you just got here but I think I'm ready for a break. Want to join me?" Hereyes drifted an undisturbed bit of field where a container of water set perched on a stone that would be far too large to move.
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Post by Jaron Namir on Oct 12, 2016 22:08:09 GMT -5
[attr="class","sinmain2"] [attr="class","sinlyrics"]we've become echoes [attr="class","sinlyrics2"]but echoes fade away [attr="class","sinbody2"]Jaron narrowed his eyes at her admittance. "Ah, yes, I can see it now: Janet at Large. Hide your kids, hide your wife!"" He gestured dramatically in the air as if motioning to a headline, then dropped his arms with a smirk. The way her voice dipped actually had him slightly amused, which was impressive in lieu of the verbal punch she'd given him just moments before. He eyed her; he needed to be careful with this one. He didn't miss the way she flushed as he played with her hair. At least that super-rough exterior had a somewhat human inside..? He'd assume her bipolar if he wasn't doing the exact same, going from annoyed one moment to apparently fine the next. But that didn't stop him from labeling her as crazy. It was okay, most women were, but.... Damn. As he worked, she stared. He wasn't looking at her, but he could feel the heat of her gaze. Raising a brow, he peeked out of the corner of his eye at her and confirmed his suspicion. They'd already done the whole flirtatious-grinning at one another, and he smirked again now. "I'm game." Straightening slowly, he brushed his hands off on his jeans. His eyes ventured from her to follow her gaze to the water. "Good idea," he complimented, slinging an arm lightly around her shoulders. Once they reached the water, he dipped his hands inside to cup some and splash it over his face - away from the source, of course, so he wouldn't contaminate the rest. It felt surprisingly good to have the cool liquid on his skin, and he sighed in contentment. "That really hits the spot, doesn't it?" he asked, stepping back so she had room to do whatever she wanted. Again, he appreciated her figure. "Well... almost," he admitted, making no attempt to hide his real meaning. He'd already caught her mooning over him - now all he had to do was give that extra little push... [attr="class","sintag2"] @alaska x -- [attr="class","cred"]MADE BY VEL OF WW + GS[googlefont=Oswald][newclass=.sinmain2]width:380px;background-color:#fcfcfc;padding:60px;border:solid 1px #ddd;[/newclass] [newclass=.sinlyrics]font-family:georgia;font-size:26px;color:#9a2a29;text-transform:uppercase;letter-spacing:3px;margin-top:10px;text-align:center;[/newclass][newclass=.sinlyrics2]font-family:Oswald;font-size:38px;font-weight:400;color:#333;text-transform:uppercase;margin-top:-25px;text-align:center;[/newclass][newclass=.sintag2]padding:10px 20px 0px 10px;font-family:verdana;font-size:9px;letter-spacing:1px;color:#666;text-align:center;[/newclass][newclass=.sin2]background-color:#fcfcfc;[/newclass] [newclass=.sinbody2]margin-top: 5px;width: 370px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; line-height: 15px;color:#333;[/newclass][newclass=.cred]text-align:center;font-size:6pt;color:rgb(132, 132, 132);letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;margin-top:5px;[/newclass][newclass=.cred a]color:rgb(132, 132, 132);font-size:6pt;letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;[/newclass] |
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