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note: Hello readers! Ahm...It's my first time writing kkm and I felt so nervous. Yeah. Nerve-racking.
At first I was hesitating to post this fic because lots and lots of great authors were lurking all over ffnet and I'm not really sure about this one. But I really want to learn and improve my skill in writing, so I hope someone will help me. Comments (^_^).
Warning: It's unbeta'd. Bad grammar.
Now!
Let us go on with the story.
Taking a deep long breath, the blond-haired young prince tore his gaze away from the busy crowd who were merrily enjoying the party held by their young king, Yuuri Shibuya. He hoisted his way towards the banister of the balcony and places his arms above it while watching his surroundings with a pair of mesmerizing green eyes. He let his eyes shut as cold-night breeze passed him that made him shudder a bit and gives goose bumps at the back of his neck. Sighing, he fluttered his eyes open. The first thing that meets his eyes was the great expanse of the dark sky, he then looked down to the vast ground of Shin Makoku to find soldiers all around the castle. Green, brown, blue uniform were the usual one he could see that were lurking all over the place and the other were standing on their assigned post. Wolfram had seen two soldiers below both wearing green uniforms, it was Gwendal's army. The two were walking to the direction at back of the castle, so he didn't bother asking if there were any suspicious happening in the castle.
Unintended, the prince caught some of their conversation.
"What do you think Your Majesty is planning regarding this celebration?" the smaller of the two ask.
"I don't know. But it seems those on the higher ups knew about Your Majesty's plan. Let us just wait and might as well enjoy this night." the soldier on the left side replied plainly.
The smaller shrugged. "That is all we can do, of course."
Wolfram looked away from the soldiers after hearing those simple words and search for some other beautiful scenery in the Blood Pledge Castle to forget the words those two uttered.
'It seems those on the higher ups knew about Your Majesty's plan.'
But to the fire mazoku's great dismay, the words never leave him. Instead, it keeps on repeating on his head; mocking him, that he was the only person Yuuri did not tell the reason behind the party. If he wasn't mistaken, the higher ups the two soldiers mentioned were his two older brothers: Gwendal and Conrad, his mother and Lord Gunter von Christ. At first Wolfram assumed that everyone in the castle were all blind by Yuuri's plan in regard to form a huge celebration because every time he asked someone, their replies were all the same, they don't know.
And would only smile at him. He was getting annoyed each passing day.
But as days goes on, their expressions changes: Conrad, who seems to be more close to him (not that he would admit it to his face) would gave him a meaningful smile yet didn't know what was it, with something akin to guilt on his brown-eyes, he would then shook his head as if saying he knew something but he had no right to tell him. Gwendal would glare at him, and then continue his work while another wrinkle popped out of his forehead, dismissing him intentionally. His mother would respond she does not know but obviously she does because she was giggling mirthfully. Gunter, who seems to be lonely these past days and that he did not got out of his room, if not because of Gwendal summoning him he would still be in his room until now. While Gisela, was nowhere to be found these days. So, neither the two he had the time to ask.
Painfully, Wolfram sighed as his chest tightened.
He bit his lip. Even Yuuri himself wouldn't say a word about it.
Was it very hard to tell him what was happening? What Yuuri's reason to organize this glamorous party? Why? Did they think that he will get angry and ruin the whole preparations? If that's the case, what will be the reason that will make him into doing that? What made them think like that, anyway? He, Wolfram von Beilefeld won't do such thing. He is a soldier and as a soldier he will act like one. Whether it will be painful for him or not, he will accept it. Is hiding anything from him do anymore worth? Or was it because they thought he might get hurt? Didn't it occur to them that what they were doing was making him hurt all the same?
He knew that his brothers were just trying to protect him but it was still wrong to left him in the dark. Wouldn't it be his right to know about it? If they believe that they protected him enough then, they were wrong. Painstakingly wrong. Because Wolfram didn't feel any safer, instead he felt more betrayed. Betrayed by the people he trusted and love.
It was always like this. All of them were all the same.
He thought Yuuri was different. He actually believes Yuuri changed. And he almost believes that Yuuri was starting to fall in love with him. But he was wrong. All those things that Yuuri showed to him, all the hugs and sweet words weren't true. He could still remember those mornings where he woke up and the young king's arms were wound up around him with his breath touching the green-eyed prince face then greeted him good morning with a smile. The moments wherein Yuuri would wait for him so that they could went together in the dining hall, to enjoy their food with everyone. Together with Greta, they would go into a picnic, but sometimes it was just the both of them. However, everything changes a month before now. Yuuri started to become aloof. Every time Wolfram wakes up he could only find an empty cold bed beside him, no traces of the warmth that he felt before. Wolfram couldn't even remember when the last time they had gone to a picnic was. Probably two months ago. Wolfram was confused of what was happening to the Maoh, but his fiancé would barely answer anything and just smile at him every time the blond asked what was bothering him.
But his instinct knew there was something. There is.
As realization registered into him, he chuckled mockingly. Maybe all things that happened weren't true. Perhaps, those things Yuuri showed him was all because he pitied him. Because Yuuri's like that. Always so soft-hearted to his people and think about his people's sake first before his own self.
And Wolfram. Maybe Yuuri felt guilty towards him and pitied him so that was why all the things he did (that felt a million years ago already) weren't real. And after five months, he got tired and started to move away because he couldn't take anymore of Wolfram. Slowly and silently, so that the blond wouldn't notice right away.
Tears then began to flow against the emerald-crystalline eyes. Wolfram couldn't take any more of it. It seems someone clenched his heart, squeezed it till it bleed. Unsatisfied, took a hammer and pummeled his already beaten heart until it was damage and useless enough to burn it (*).
He clutched the fabric against his chest, he couldn't breathe. Moving his slender body behind the velvety curtain, he hides his figure against it while resisting his sob. Nobody should see his crying form.
If nothing but pain people can only feel when falling in love, heartaches and agonizing feelings, why did they still like it? Why did they still want to feel it? Didn't they think that love always comes out together with agony and sacrifices?
He already sacrificed everything, even his pride and dignity just to let Yuuri see that he truly loved him. However, all that came back to him was pain and nothing. That was what he felt right at this moment. His sacrifices had all gone into a waste like a dust in the sand.
He wanted everything to vanished, to disperse in thin air, to forget all the emotions he encountered when Yuuri first arrived here in Shin Makuko; even Yuuri, but the blond knew he couldn't, because Yuuri was very much loved, cared and treasured by the mazoku people to even protect him with their own lives.
Yes, he wants Yuuri to be out of his life, now, but that doesn't mean he hated the wimp, instead, it was the exact opposite. And who he hated so much, was he, for loving the king with his all. It was his fault for bringing these unwelcomed emotions to him. For letting those goofy smiles and kind gestures passed through the barrier he made for himself, to protect his heart who might want to hurt it. But it was already broken, courtesy of Yuuri, without the wimp's notice. And the blond regretted it, so much.
Wolfram never regretted meeting Yuuri, though, even if he was hurting himself. He loved Yuuri and that is that.
The fire mage dried the traces of tears on his face when he heard an announcement that Yuuri would be dancing his first dance. Emerald-green eyes watched as the black-clad young king walked at the center of the crowd while his head turned left to right, eyes roaming through the whole fabulous masses, as if searching for something...or someone. Haven't had Greta get his attention by clasping her hands at the young king's own left hand and wriggled it, Yuuri would've still be standing there, searching. The raven-king glanced down at the puppy-dog eyes of Greta and smiled at the girl.
Greta said something to Yuuri which made the latter's smile widened, and then he nodded. The wimp stared again at the crowd then, seeing that what he was searching wasn't nowhere, he turned his attention back to their daughter and they started swaying to the rythm of the music coming from the orchestra. Their face both carried a wide smile and seemingly unaware of those around them; which made those ladies who were waiting for their king to ask one of them casually made their way to the corner. Perhaps to lessen their embarrassment; other, disappointment and some irritation.
Wolfram softly smirked at that. Serves those unpleasant, flirtatious women right. He was glad Yuuri made the right decision.
Wolfram still wondered who Yuuri was searching, however, he couldn't think of any. Could it be...?
The fire mazoku quickly shook his head; immediately scratched that thought and threw the hope that was creeping to his heart away. It's impossible for Yuuri to search for him. Of course he want some wonderful woman to dance with and that he just couldn't decline Greta's offer because he was his daughter after all. 'So, you stop being stubborn.' he scolded himself.
It's painful to see Yuuri meet another woman but Wolfram can take it as long as it makes his fiancé happy. Fiancé? Did he still have the right to call Yuuri that? Then, 'Well, of course he hadn't yet can-' his thought was interrupted when a charming voice talked to him.
"If it isn't Wolfram von Beilefeld."
The young prince turned to where the voice came from, to know who speaks to him lightly as if the person's not afraid or probably unaware of the infamous Little Lord Brat's wrath. Wolfram brows knitted together.
But his face straightened when his own emerald-green eyes meet with the same pair of green eyes. He stared at her as she stared back. Blond hair, though it's duller than his, were kept loose behind her back while some strands escaped in either side of her face. Her plain knee-length white dress billowed in every step she took, closer to him. As she stops before him, his unmade face flashed him a solemn smile. 'She's beautiful. She looks like an angel.' Wolfram unconsciously appreciated the beauty in front of him, that he didn't usually do yet he did. He shook his head mentally.
"Good evening Lord von Beilefeld." the girl spoke again. Her hands were clasped together and she placed it in front of her. Then something sparkled, the mazoku prince noticed. The lady's wearing a necklace. But its not just a simple necklace, because if it is, then he wouldn't care even a bit. It caught his attention because of the pendant.
Its pendant was the flower his mother name after him. The 'Beautiful Wolfram' but instead of white, each petals of the flower lighted in four different shades. The pendant shimmered under the beams of the silent stars. Red, blue, green and yellow.
The fire mage frowned and gazed up at the girl then asked, "Who are you?"
His frown deepened when the lady said something very unexpected.
"A person you perfectly know well."
'This will be the day.' Yuuri sighed as he loitered his way to the center of the busy crowd, after hearing the announcement that he had to pick for his first dance of the night. The raven-haired king smiled his natural smile despite of the glances that were thrown to his direction by some pretty expectant Ladies (others with Lords) of the party, expecting to be picked by their king. But he didn't show any indication that he noticed. For being a king for so long since he arrived here in Shin Makuko, he started to get used to those glances and knew how to act with it. As well as his fiance's rage when he have to choose to who would be his first dance.
But he heard nothing. Weird. He didn't hear any outrage call of 'cheater' or even the word 'wimp'. Only the soft sound of the orchestra that wafted through the whole castle where the party was held and some random chitchat of the crowd.
Which now made him wonder where Wolfram could be? Usually, the blond was the one who insisted to be his first dance and dispatched (by his death glare) the ladies away from him. However, even the silhouette of his beautiful angel of a fiancé was unseen.
Yes, fiancé.
He already accepted that they were engaged, a few months back. He chuckled on his head.
Yuuri is in love with his beautiful fiancé, then and now, no matter how hard he refused to say he wasn't. Yuuri didn't know or does not care when did it started, as long as Wolfram will always stay on his side. Everything will be alright. That was why, in the past few months, Yuuri didn't hesitate to convey to the blond his feeling, though, only through actions. He was no good with words.
Add to it was that, back to Earth people believe in the sayings, 'action speaks louder than words'. No, he wasn't searching for an alibi. He really does believe in it.
To make it short, he did not tell Wolfram, even a word, anything except from showing it. And Yuuri assumed that Wolfram understood the meaning behind Yuuri's actions. The past months were spent together with his family and sometimes only with his fiancé. And those months let him see the different kind of expression and smile that marred on Wolfram's face. The genuine smile, it was when the young king did something that made him happy and when he was with his family as well. The proud smile when Greta did something great. The adorable smile or the shy smile he wore when Yuuri would hugged him or kissed him on the cheek. He would be embarrassed by it with a tint of red on his face. Although he hide it, the double black still saw it. Then he would pout followed by a 'hmp!' when Yuuri would started laughing. And every other kind of emotions that would gather in that angelic face were very precious to Yuuri. He was glad and proud that he made the blond happy. It made Yuuri's heart soar in the highest sky of the earth everytime he could witness one of those smiles.
Despite the fact that he wanted to kiss those kissable pink lips and taste that milky-porcelain skin of Wolfram, he still didn't go beyond that. He want everything to be official before he claim those things that he wanted so much. Official. So that he could claim Wolfram his and that he hope their love would be sealed by marriage. He love Wolfram and he respected him. He will make everything settled before something unfavorable happens if he cannot resist his body anymore. He didn't want that to happen.
Yuuri came into a decision, just last month. He will propose to Wolfram...again. And this is the reason behind this gathering. He planned to propose to the person he love the most.
Yeah, they were already engage, but as what he constantly said in the past, 'it was all an accident'. He didn't want anything to be labeled as an accident. He wanted it to be clear for Wolfram; ascertained that Wolfram did hurt so much because of him and he didn't want that to continue any longer. He will put everything in order.
The king of Shin Makoku surveyed using his two black orbs to seek for Wolfram. Where was him? Twisting his head, left and right, but no Wolfram was around. Then he felt someone held his hands. He glanced at it to find his daughter Greta, who looked up at him.
"Let's dance, Daddy Yuuri. Since Papa Wolfram wasn't around, let me be your first dance. If it isn't Papa Wolfram then it has to be me, right? I tried to find Papa but I couldn't see him anywhere." she pouted cutely.
He smiled at her while nodding his head.
Greta is one of the person that helped him organized and made this party possible. Distracting Wolfram is not an easy task but his daughter did it well. Although Wolfram's not a woman, she still preferred his Papa Wolfram than some meticulous cheap woman as a 'mother', as she told him when Yuuri speak to her. They did arrange and prepare everything according to plan, have to make no mistake.
Lifting his head to gaze in the crowd again, he turned back after seeing he couldn't find his most precious one. Yuuri then joyously dance his daughter who was smiling at him broadly which made him smile as well.
Nearly an hour had passed after dancing with Greta yet still no sign of the blond. Some ladies asked to dance with him, he agreed but after five people he denied their offer saying he was tired.
In the corner, he sat and looked for Wolfram.
Yuuri was getting nervous.
What if Wolfram didn't attend the party because he thought he was being left out? If that's the case, it would be his entire fault. Yuuri was the one who asked everyone to keep it a secret to his fiancé. Otherwise it won't be a surprise. Not that he was very confident that the blond will accept his offer; it's just that he wanted it to be a...surprise.
But now that he couldn't see the blond anywhere, he wished he told the blond directly. 'Now, what will happen?' Yuuri growled inwardly.
'Positive Yuuri. Everything will be alright.' he bit his lip unconsciously, which made the ladies and some gentlemen around murmurred a word, 'cute', but the young king was unaware of it all.
Just as he was about to step out of the crowd to search for Wolfram, his face lighted up when he found him standing at the balcony, leaning his body against the concrete wall and his angelic visage was contorted in a confused manner.
He dragged his feet to the direction of his green-eyed fiancé, hoping to speak the him. He halted dead on his tracks when a lady jumped right before the blond's form, shielding him from Yuuri's sight. The raven king's eyebrows knitted.
'Who is that?' his thought asked.
She was blond, the same with Wolfram but duller than the latter. He couldn't see the woman's face because her back was facing him.
Decided, he trudged his way to them, an austere voice of Gwendal held him in place.
"Heika, we have something to discuss with you regarding the preparation."
He whirled around to find a frown face of Gwendal, looking straight to him. Yuuri blinked to register what has been said to him. After a moment of apprehension, he nodded. The blue-eyed man then turned to leave which Yuuri confusedly followed.
But before he did, he looked at where his fiancé before and realized that they were not in the balcony anymore. He tilted his head to search for them but nothing.
"Heika?" Gwendal called again.
The onyx-eyed king shook his head and replied 'nothing'. They continued their walk. However, the thought of Wolfram with that girl did not left him.
"Do you have any more to add, Your Majesty?"
Yuuri jerked out of his reverie when Gwendal's voice addressed him. He glanced at Gwendal, who in return watched him with a questioning look and a creased forehead. Onyx-eyes circled its surrounding. Realizing all eyes were on him, he squared his shoulder.
They were at his office: Gwendal, Gunter and Conrad to talk a little of the preparations. Brown eyes stared at him patiently, blue bore holes on him, while purple watched him with a misty eyes as if waiting for him to confirm that everything and what was about to happen is all just a nightmare. The double black stared back at them and replied.
"Nothing." he gave them his usual kind smile.
"So, it's settled then."
Gunter wept. "Oh my great Heika. Why does it have to be that Brat, why can't it be me your great advisor? I would do everything..." and the rest of words were unheard by their king. Even the loud growl of Gwendal for interrupting him was gone unnoticed.
Right then, Yuuri suddenly stood up and walked to the door, cared less on his surroundings. Seemingly thinking about something and had not realized that his companion keep quiet after he got up.
Wordlessly, he went out of his office, sighing. His mind kept on repeating the events 15 minutes prior.
Who is the girl with Wolfram? Where did they gone to? What are they doing right at this moment? Did Wolfram know that girl? Are they close? Those were the questions that loitered on Yuuri's head for the whole meeting until now that it was done. He was confused.
Unbeknownst to him, Conrad had followed him outside.
"Your Majesty." the brunette softly called.
"Huh?" the double black was startled.
"Are you alright, Your Majesty?"
Yuuri turned his gaze to Conrad, who wore a worried look.
"Ah..yeah.. I'm alright." he responded, curling his lips to form a small smile, while nodding. Then a question hit his head, he continued, "Do you know...uhm... have you...?" he sighed, "Nevermind."
"Your Majesty?"
Yuuri frowned. "It's Yuuri, Conrad. I told you stop calling me that." he said, grumbling.
The soldier only smiled yet a worried expression was still plastered on his face. He open his mouth to say something but Yuuri beat him to it.
"You must go at the party first. I'll follow in a minute." Yuuri said , beckoning his Nazukeoya to go.
Although worried, Conrad still nodded and followed his majesty's order. Perhaps Yuuri needs a lot of air for the events later.
On the other hand, Yuuri stayed and telling himself to forget 'the girl' for a moment to compose himself. He has to think about his plan first.
The young king let his feet wander on the corridor of the castle while his mind drifted off to Wolfram. What will be Wolfram's reaction when he'll propose? Will he reject him? Or will it be a yes? Yuuri was afraid. It was nerve-racking thinking about it now. He hoped it would be the latter so that this night will end up perfect for him and for Wolfram. He prayed to all of the gods.
He sighed.
It had been four years since he arrived here in Shin Makoku, since he became a king. Years of denying his feelings, and nearly three years and six months he admitted and showed it to the boy. Wherein exactly a month ago when he planned on proposing again. He sighed, again.
He never invasion himself of marrying in a very young age (but he as well didn't imagine becoming a king before but he did) but he couldn't wait anymore, their engagement had been hanging for so long. So, he made this day. Yuuri planned on proposing using a ring like back on Earth. To sealed their love with it. For him, ring is not really important for the two person to say they love each other, it's just his way to say that Wolfram was already his and that nobody should try to steal the blond away from him or else something ugly will happen to that certain person who plan to. He's not threatening anyone, he just wanted to protect what's his. Possessive he might be, but well, that's him.
And if Wolfram won't reject him, then he would be very happy to comply and organize for the wedding to happen after this month. He want their wedding within this year. He smirked.
He had waited long enough to taste those sugary pink lips, to hold his curve little body, to touch that smooth white skin, to hear that voice so sweet making him-. He cut his thought right away, if he didn't want himself to be a laughing stock all over castle if he won't stop his daydreams (or wet?), though he knew no one would attempt to laugh in front of his nose, it's still embarrassing.
Shaking his head, he dissipated those thoughts away.
He slid his hand inside the pocket and took out a small black-box. He opened it to find a plain silver band. Yuuri smiled peacefully. Taking the ring in the box, he lifted it and put it in eye-level, to read the embarked letters on the ring. It stated his and Wolfram's name, written in Shin Makoku letters.
Having an overzealous advisor and an impatient fiancé for a teacher would make the person willing to learn the language fast than intended. Without complications, he can read and understand the written words well.
The double black smiled; he then watched out of the window to find the twinkling star seemingly smiling at him. Then something caught his eyes. He stopped mid-step and looked down. He walked closer to the windowsill and frowned.
Wolfram was sitting beside the girl.
What is Wolfram doing with that girl?
Both of them were sitting so close together against the tree trunk. And as he remember Wolfram did not like sitting close to a person (except for him, and he's proud of that).
Maybe,...they're friends? But why did Wolfram didn't talk about her with him?
Yuuri worried his lips in a wonder.
A minute later, Yuuri was running as fast as he could to the direction of his fiancé. He didn't know why. He shouldn't be thinking about it but he couldn't brush off the feelings that build up inside him. In fact, the blond preferred to be with that girl than to be with him.
He was jealous, undeniably jealous.
No, Wolfram won't do such thing. Impossible. Maybe he had a reason. Maybe there is something. He was shaking his head all the way to them.
By the time he was in the hearing range of the two, he ceased his steps. He puffs an air to even his breathing, then he stiffened.
"I love you so much." the voice of the girl carried it to Yuuri's ear.
The double king watched them with slightly wide eyes. Yuuri could see the green eyes of the girl, staring gleefully at her companion.
Yuuri can't see the blond's reaction for his back was facing him.
"I know you love me too, so why don't you say it. Say it." the girl urged Wolfram.
"Shut up! It's awkward saying it-." Wolfram was cut when the girl playfully jab him on his cheek.
"Just say it, Wolf."
Wolf? Did she just call him Wolf? Yuuri's the only one who was allowed to use that name. Yuuri was confused. What's happened?
"You already know the answer so I won't say it." the blond soldier replied.
The girl pouted. "A simple 'I-love-you' is alright." she murmured to herself but it was loud enough to let Yuuri hear it.
To that sentence, Yuuri ran. He doesn't want to hear anymore words. To hear the reply of Wolfram. No.
The meaning behind those utter words coming from the blond was very apparent. He couldn't take it anymore.
His heart is aching, breaking in million pieces. It's painful. It's agonizingly painful.
Why did-.
Yuuri stumbled into something solid, staggered back before his rear met the cold ground. He braced his body with his hand. Fluttering his eyes open that he didn't notice he close, Yuuri faced with the concrete wall of the castle. The young king threw his head back, eyes meeting the ceiling. Closing his eyes, he released a painful breath.
"Your Majesty, what happen?" came a worried voice, followed by footfalls.
He snapped his eyes open, turning his head to the sounds to find Conrad, now crouching down beside him.
"Your Majesty are you alright? Why are you sitting in the floor?" Conrad asked calmly, worriedly.
Yuuri shook his head before standing up. "It's nothing, Conrad. And it's Yuuri." he replied softly.
"Are you sure?" the brunette asked, tone uncertain.
The double black stopped. Is he really okay? His eyes meet the long corridor, thinking. He slipped open his fisted hand and saw the silver band, which he didn't realize he had clenched tightly. He clutched it again, putting it back to his pocket. He started walking leaving only the words, "The plan is canceled. I'll go to my room and no one is allowed to enter without my permission. Tell everybody." he said firmly.
"Yuuri..."
Lying in his bed was tiring. He dried the tears that kept on flowing to his swollen eyes. He sniffed.
Why could it be so painful?
Then a tear fell.
He's too late. Wolfram already falls with another. But why didn't he say anything? Why?
It's so painful that it's hard to breath.
He sat up to lean on the headboard; he blinked his tears away that blurred his vision.
Then a knock.
A familiar voice.
Loud knock.
"Yuuri, open this door. What happen to you? Open up or I'll sneak in." Wolfram's tone was irritated yet anxious.
Yuuri stared at the door for a couple of minutes. He chased his tears away and composed his self then stood up. He comes up with a decision.
He trudged his way to the door, unlocked and opens it. There he found the anxious face of his fiancé. Then it turned into puzzlement. "Yuuri-" he started but cut off.
"Let us talk." Yuuri said tone monotonous and cold. Tones that he did not heard Yuuri use to them.
Stunned, the fire mage nodded and stepped inside the room. Wolfram flawlessly moves in to a corner, staring at the uncharacteristic king confusedly.
Yuuri walked to his unmade bed and sat at the edge of it. Seeing that the blond didn't follow; he called him.
"Wolfram, you can sit."
Yuuri knew that the blond thought he was acting weird but he doesn't care. He want everything to be done. It has to be done, even if it's painful.
Snapping out of his daze, Wolfram sat down at the offered side and glanced at the king, bewilderment was perfectly showed on his face.
"What is happening to you Yuuri? Tell me. I'm your fiancé." the fire mazoku said, voice full of anxiety.
Yuuri scoffed then turned his back at Wolfram, he didn't saw Wolfram's mouth parted slightly with shock.
Yuuri then said the words that will broke his heart and soul into million peices.
"Let us break the engagement."
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