For the Love of the Game

Summary: She didn't belong in their world, but she would prove something not just to herself and her teammates, but a whole town. It doesn't matter who you are or where you come from, as long as you have the love of the game.


"So, this is your last night here?"

That question tore me apart more than Cole would know. He wouldn't see the pain I felt at having to remember I would no longer be here. To not be able to play on this old, rundown court with him and my friends was literally ripping me apart. They were like a second family to me, people I had come to count on in some of my most serious times of need. But, I had no choice but to leave them behind and embark on this journey without them. I hated that.

After I took another shot I replied, "Yeah. Dad says we're leaving early tomorrow morning. He wants to get there before all the rush hour traffic sets in." Jason came up and stole the ball from my hands with a loud laugh. He looked back at me as he made his infamous backwards slam. When he was back on the ground, he jogged over to me and wrapped me in a warm hug. I buried my face in his broad chest as the tears threatened to spill.

"It's not going to be the same without you," he murmured. I pulled back and stared up into his large, doe brown eyes and felt my resolve not to cry crumbling.

"Tell me about it," I replied as a few tears slipped down my cheeks. Jason's large, chocolate thumbs appeared and brushed the few tears that had fallen away. Cole appeared by his side, a gentle smile on his lips. He wrapped a comforting arm around my shoulders and gave them a gentle squeeze.

Phoebe appeared then, her emerald orbs shimmering with unshed tears. "I'll be the only girl out here. That doesn't sound or feel right." I knew what she meant, having played with the group of boys by myself for almost a year and a half before she moved here. She came and stood beside me, her head resting on my shoulder. I patted her cheek gently, watching as she fought her tears.

"You'll still call an e-mail, right?" I turned to see Seth standing a few feet away, the ball in his hands. He was twisting it around in a nervous fit, trying to fight the urge to come over and join the group hug. He had never been one for showing a great deal of emotion, especially when it came to me or Phoebe. But we knew he cared in his own little ways.

"I would be stupid not to," I said. Seth seemed to visibly relax at my words, but the ball still continued to turn and twist in his grasp. My eyes turned from him to see the last two members of our little group. Tucker was standing off to the side, shy about coming to join in the group hug. I waved him over and smiled as he slowly walked towards us. Once he reached us, I saw tears were in his baby blues. I was the one he was closest to out of the group, having understood his shy personality best. He became like a little brother to me even though he was a year older. Looking over his shoulder, I spotted Blake staring at me.

He was the one that I would miss most. He was the one that had introduced me to basketball at the age of seven and helped me develop my skills. He had also been the one to introduce me to the little group that I now considered family and I was forced to leave. Blake was my best friend and older brother, protecting me from things and giving me advice when I needed it the most. He knew when to be blunt about how I had been acting or a situation I was in, but could also be gentle and comforting, too.

Stepping away from the group, I walked over to him. We just stared at each other for a moment, both probably lost in the same childhood memories that would bind us forever. Then, I stood up on my toes and wrapped my arms around his neck. He tried to appear cold and uncaring, but that façade soon disappeared when I placed a gentle kiss to his cheek. Blake's arms were around me in seconds and he was squeezing me for all he was worth. I heard him sniffling, trying to fight back tears and that only made mine start to fall once more.

Pulling back I said, "You promised to come visit whenever you get any breaks. I expect you to keep that promise, Blake Forrester." He stared down at me and mutely nodded.

"I expect you to come visit me here whenever you get the chance, Mackenzie Warren." I rolled my eyes, as if appalled he would suggest such a thing, but a smile was on my face. Once that was done, he set me down and I was once again swallowed by a group of arms.

Seth broke the moment by saying, "Let's see that famous half-court rocket." I laughed as the group broke apart. I walked up to Seth with a smile on my face and gladly took the ball from his hands. Everyone knew I had the arm to make the basket from half-court, having done it in at least one game every season. But, this was one shot I wanted, no needed, to make. Because this shot would be like a promise to my friends. No matter where I was or what I was doing, I would always think of them and this night. I would always remember the shot I took in front of some of the most important people to me that would be the last I ever made in front of them and on this court.

"Let's see if I get it in one." My friends laughed, but I could hear the choked back sobs and tears. Fighting against my own tears, I stood on the half-court marker and dribbled the ball. Taking a deep breath, I picked the ball up and bent my knees. Staring up at the goal, I found myself placing to memory every crack, skid mark, and dent hoping I would carry it on with me to my new destination. Then, with a bat of an eyelash, I jumped and let the ball sail through the air.

All eyes were watching it, waiting for it to either miss or hit. I just stood quietly and watched as it bounced against the backboard…then the rim…until it finally settled into the net. A small smile appeared on my face as I turned to my friends as they walked proudly towards me.

"They don't know what a gift they're getting," Blake said.

"Yeah, the basketball team would be lucky to have you girl," Phoebe added. Murmurs of agreement followed and I found myself blushing. I knew I was good, being voted most valuable player for two years in a row did that, but I considered myself equal to everyone out here.

"Tree Hill, you better treat our girl right," Tucker whispered. I laughed at his words, but found myself comforted he cared so much. I heard words of agreement following the shy boy's words and I could only smile and cry. Hopefully, I would find something like this in Tree Hill.


Dad and I were on the road by ten-thirty the next morning. I had already said all my goodbyes yesterday and the day before, but it seemed the whole town of Kingston had come out to say goodbye to my dad and me once more this morning. I knew we were loved in the small town, but this morning had totally thrown me. I waved by to people I had known since I was a baby and watched as tears flowed freely. I even cried myself, though I tried to stay strong for my friends.

Now, I was on the highway, halfway to my new home. Dad's law firm was expanding and he had decided to move to the new site instead of letting some newbie run it straight out of law school. Dad was a very hands-on type of guy, always liked to see new things done in the right way before handing it over to someone. I couldn't blame him for wanting to move, it was a great opportunity and he would be bringing in more money, but I had still pleaded to spend my senior year with Phoebe and her parents. I thought my dad was going to give in, but he finally said that he just couldn't do it. He said he needed me around because I was his good-luck charm and little entertainer.

"So, thought any more about trying out for the basketball team?" my dad asked. If there was one thing Nick Warren was, he was a sports fanatic. Of course, he wasn't like some dads who drove their kids into the ground by playing sports. He was the kind that loved the sport and loved to see his daughter play, but only if it made me happy.

I shrugged. "Some, but I'm not sure. Tree Hill is famous for its basketball team, but it's always been the boys' team. I've heard hardly anything on the girls'." My dad glanced at me through the corner of his eye and I could feel it coming on. Here we go with another round of storytelling involving my dad and his glory days playing against Tree Hill. Oh yes, he was that kind of dad, too.

"I remember playing against Tree Hill. They were the underdogs back then. Anyway, it was the state championship game…" I tuned my dad out by placing my earphones in my ears and turning on my ipod. The sounds of Fall Out Boy filled my ears as I watched the scenery pass by.

We were turning onto a small road now. It was quiet with trees on either side. If it had been dark out, I would have thought I was in one of those horror movies where the heroine gets stranded in the middle of nowhere on a back road. Yeah, not a good thought.

"Why are we coming this way?" I asked after pulling out my earphones. My dad turned to me and smirked. He obviously knew what I had been thinking just a few moments ago.

With a smile he said, "To dump you off on the side of the road for some crazy killer to come get you. If you're lucky, he'll be the kind to kill you with an axe or sledgehammer." I rolled my eyes while laughing humorlessly. "Actually, I had wanted to see an old friend and this way was much easier than coming in off the interstate." I raised an eyebrow at this.

"What old friend?" How could my dad have an old friend in Tree Hill when he's lived his whole lived (as far as I knew) in Kingston? Did anyone else see the blank spots in here?

My dad laughed at my confused look. "I played against his brother in basketball. He was the star player for the Ravens since his freshmen year." Now this had me interested because I have never heard of anyone being so good that they were the star player their freshmen year. It took me almost the end of my sophomore year before anyone called me that.

"You might have heard of him. Dan Scott ring any bells?" I thought about it for a moment because that name did sound familiar. After thinking hard about the name for a few moments, my look of confusion turned to one of surprise.

"You played against THE Dan Scott?" I know my dad is young, but he had to at least be twenty when Dan Scott started playing. Unless there was some secret I had yet to be let in on.

My dad laughed for a few moments before replying, "No, I didn't play against him. I played against his brother until he decided to quit and that was how I got to know Dan. I don't know if Keith is still in Tree Hill, but if he is, then I need to stop by and say hi to him, too." I could only gap at my dad. Who would have thought he would have gotten as lucky as to play against Dan Scott's brother.

I had always heard stories of the infamous Scott. He was a legend in schools and among small groups that just played for fun. Some worshipped him, claiming that no one would ever best him in skill. Others claimed he was a has-been who didn't have it anymore, but tried to live his dream through his son. I was one of the few that respected him for his ability, but wasn't some rabid fan that would maul him on sight. Sure Dan was great at playing basketball, might have even made it to the pros, but he just flipped the bad side of a coin and landed a blown knee. It killed his chances at pro ball. I think I was one of the few that really understood how that effected him. Sure, stories say that he bounced back and was now living the good life with selling cars, but I wasn't convinced. I was pretty sure he was beyond pissed when his knee was blown and couldn't continue with the glory that was Dan Scott. Now, he was probably one of those dads that pushed their children to their breaking points because he still wanted to be seen as the infamous Dan Scott.

Of course, I could be wrong.

"Mack, you still with me?" I snapped from my thoughts at my dad's words. Turning to him, I smiled slightly to let him know I was still there. "We're here." I looked out the window to find we were pulling into what could only be described as the rich side of town. Houses that should belong to celebrities passed us in multicolored blurs and all I could do was gap.

We finally pulled into a driveway and I stared in utter amazement at the house before us. It was a brick home that appeared two-story, maybe three. There was an archway that appeared to lead to a patio that held a basketball goal. Dad pulled us under the archway and parked right before the basketball goal. Seeing it reminded me of all that I left and I had to fight a wave of tears.

"Mack, this way," Dad called. I turned to follow him up stone steps that led to a beautiful wooden door. That door must have cost at least twenty-thousand by all the glass designs and wood. I don't think even all the stuff in my room came anywhere near that much.

I returned to reality when I heard my dad knock on the door. For a few moments, it seemed no one was home. Then, the sound of footsteps reached our ears followed by the door opening.

The man I saw before me was not what I pictured Dan Scott to look like. I imagined him as toned and muscular with chiseled features that would make any woman, married or not, swoon. No, this man had brown hair that was slightly shaggy and a round face. His eyes were a brown that seemed evil in some odd way along with that smile that he now wore. He also had a beard. Never pictured Dan Scott with a beard. He had a gut, but I could tell it wasn't a beer gut, more like a toned gut. The only odd thing about his appearance was his black stretch pants and regular t-shirt. I thought Dan Scott loved to look fashionable?

"Well look at Dan Scott now? I bet I can beat your ass in a game of one on one, now," my dad said. I cocked an eyebrow at his use of the word ass. He would usually scold me and claim that such language was frowned upon. I don't see anyone frowning at him. Dan seemed to be trying to place who he was, but when Dad said that, recognition flashed in his eyes.

"Oh please Nick, I could kick your ass with one hand tied behind my back and blind-folded," Dan Scott replied. I rolled my eyes at the way my dad and Dan were talking, as if they were old buddies. Then, both men shook hands before Dan's attention turned to me.

"Who might this lovely young lady be?" My dad glanced down at me and I saw his wide, proud smile. I swear that smile could make me be the most obedient kid on the face of the planet at times.

Dad placed a hand on my shoulder while replying, "This is my daughter Mackenzie." Dan held out his hand to me and I shook it with slight hesitation. Don't get me wrong, Dan seemed like a pretty nice guy, but there was just something in his eyes that irked me somewhat.

"It's nice to meet you Mackenzie." I just smiled politely. Dan stepped aside and ushered us in. If I thought the outside was expensive looking, the inside looked worth more than anyone could pay. Wooden floors were in the kitchen along with a bar. A large living room was to my left that was carpeted and it also had a fireplace. What a fireplace it was, too. I noticed a set of stairs out of the corner of my eye, too.

I mumbled, "This is a nice place." Dan stared at me with a smile that just didn't appear friendly. Maybe all rich people have that smile. Dan led us into the living room and I noticed the big screen tv. Did this guy just love to show-off how much he made?

"So Nick, what are you doing in Tree Hill?" Dan asked. I took my eyes of a family portrait sitting up on the mantle piece and turned to see my Dad and Dan sitting on the couch. It really was an odd sight to see. My dad looked small compared to the other man. I guess he had that regular lawyer build: tone, but not overly large, and medium height.

"My law practice just opened up another firm here and I decided to run it instead of some new guy," my dad said. "I like things done in a certain way." Dan nodded his head, as if he understood what my dad was talking about.

"Must have been hard, moving away from everything you've ever known. How'd the wife take it?" I froze at Dan's words, waiting for my dad's reaction. He looked towards me and I saw the sadness in his hazel eyes. I knew he wouldn't be able to explain what had happened, the sadness would take over. So, I sat down beside him on the couch an explained.

"My mom died a few years ago in a car accident." Dan mumbled an apology while I patted my dad's shoulder. I still hurt from the accident, but my dad was a different story. He didn't like to talk about it, think about it, or anything to do with it, all because he was in the car with her.

Dan cleared his throat. My dad looked up and smiled at me uncertainly before focusing on the other man. "Do you play basketball Mackenzie?" This seemed to bring my dad out of his depressed mood.

"Sure does. Probably the most gifted player on her team. Even voted most valuable player two years in a row." I laughed at my dad's words, knowing he was trying to brag about me to someone he respected, maybe even hated because of his skill. Looking to Dan, I saw he appeared intrigued.

"Sounds like my son, Nathan. Leads the team in average scoring points and was voted most valuable player." I fought back the urge to roll my eyes. Men and their bragging rights.

"Well, I'd like to meet this son of yours sometime," my dad said and I mumbled an agreement. For the next hour the two men talked about basketball, their children, and business. I added a few comments here and there or mutely nodded where I thought it was needed, but I was officially tired of being here. All Dan Scott seemed to care about was his son, his money, his business, and his skill in basketball. Basically, he liked to rub his ego every time he got.

Finally Dad said, "We better get going Mack. The movers have probably arrived at the house and are wondering where we wondered off to." I jumped up immediately and shook Dan's hand goodbye before making my way to the door. Dad gave me a funny look before shaking the other man's hand and telling him they would have to get together again sometime.

Count me out for that little get-together.

Soon, my dad was pulling out of the driveway and making his way down the road. He didn't say anything about the way I acted, but I saw the way his eyes cut to me every now and then. He wanted to say something, but then he didn't want to get into a fight in our new home.

Before any words could be said, we pulled into a driveway that belonged to a, surprisingly, cozy looking home. It was a small two-story, probably only one room at the top. It had a small front porch with a rocking chair and bushes on either side that had flowers blooming. It was a white color, but I could already envision all the colors that would look good on the outside.

"Like it?" I turned to my dad and smiled.

"Just needs a paint job." He groaned at my words, probably remembering the time I tried to paint my room. Yeah, that was a disaster that he would rather forget. I thought my room turned out pretty cool though, with the purple on the right-side and the lime-green on the left. They met in the middle in a cool zigzag.

"Let's wait on the paint job."

"Oh come on, you know I could make this place look fantastic. Everyone would be envious."

"On what planet?" I mock glared at him, but he could tell I was teasing. We stopped our playful banter and just stood in front of the house, staring at it. Part of me felt guilty for even liking it, like I was betraying my old home in some odd way. Is there such a thing as cheating on one's house? Then, the other part of me thought this house was perfect. It wasn't too big or too small, perfect in my opinion.

Dad turned to me. "So, ready to see the inside?" I smiled up at him and he held out the keys in his hand. I opened mine an accepted them before dashing up the stone steps and to the wooden door. For a moment, I hesitated. This was it. Once I opened this door, I would basically have left my old life in Kingston behind. Taking a deep breath, I turned the key and opened the door. Stepping inside the house made a small smile appear on my lips.

The living room was a cream color, almost a pale yellow but not quite. Mahogany wood covered the floor, adding to the warm feeling the room just put off. A small, adjoining kitchen was to the left, a mahogany bar counter separating the two rooms. The cabinets were the same wooden as the floor with silver handles. The floor was also the same. Past the kitchen was a hallway that was even with the hallway on my right. Looking behind me to see my dad was in the room, I took off for the hallway to the left.

It wasn't a hallway, but a set of stairs. Smiling, I took them two at a time before reaching the top floor. To my right was a bathroom that was painted a pale blue. The floor was white marble to match. Turning to my left, I found my bedroom. It was painted the same pale blue as the bathroom, but it had white carpeting instead of wooden floors. There was a closet on the right wall, a small walk-in. A window was in the center of the wall I was facing. It looked down towards the other houses and I bet I could see some of the water, too.

"So, do you like it?" I turned to see my dad standing behind me, watching me with uncertainty. I just smiled and wrapped my arms around him in a comforting hug. Of course I missed all that I had left behind, but I had a feeling I was going to like it in Tree Hill.


"I'm going out!" I called from the front door. Dad poked his head out from the hallway to the right. It led to his bedroom and bathroom.

"Be back by ten and don't talk to strangers." I laughed at his words, having heard them for the past seventeen years. Nodding, I waved by and grabbed my basketball that sat by the door. I figured this place had to have a nearby park or court so I decided to search it out. Besides, I needed some sort of normalcy in this strange town.

I knew there had been no park to the right because of the way we came, so I decided to try the left. As I walked further down the streets, I began to notice a change in the houses. The would go from small, two stories to large one-story then back to a small one-story. Odd, but I guess this is how people know who has money and who doesn't. Walking further along, I began to notice a river to my right. It seemed to run straight on forever, but I knew it emptied into the sea somewhere. Then, my eyes caught sight of something else.

It was a vacant basketball court.

I smiled as I jogged down the slope towards the basketball court. It appeared somewhat run-down, cracks in the pavement and weeds growing there. I noticed there was a picnic table just a few feet away with a cell phone left on its bench. I wondered if I should check to see whose it was or if I could call somebody who might knows who it belongs to. Then again, that was invasion of privacy and the person might be a private freak. Better just wait here until someone comes and gets it or take it with me when I leave. I could find out who belongs to tomorrow at school.

"Ugh, not a good thought," I mumbled as I dribbled the ball. Starting school tomorrow would be absolute torture. It was bad enough I had to change schools during high school, but my senior year? Yeah, Hell would probably be more fun.

I took my mind of school by doing a few lay-ups. The ball bounced against the metal causing it to jingle. I liked the sound better than any net because it reminded me of my old court with my friends. I began doing three-pointers or attempted a dunk. I say attempted because at my pitiful 5'6, a dunk would be a miracle. Anyway, I had become so lost in my playing that I didn't hear the boys come up before one stepped into my view.

He was tall and lean with muscle. His hair looked like it had been shaved off, but I could tell it had been blonde before. His eyes were blue, like the ocean in the morning, and were soulful. He had pink lips that looked soft and kissable. His eyes and lips were set in an oval-shaped face, but I don't think he would have looked right with anything else.

"Oh man," I cried as he suddenly appeared. One hand came to rest against my chest while the other brought the basketball in tight against me.

The boy laughed. "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." After a moment, I laughed and just waved my hand to let him know it was okay. Once I had regained my breath and my heart was beating normally, I turned back to the boy.

"Not to be rude or anything, but who are you?"

"Oh, I'm Mackenzie Warren. I just moved here today from Kingston." I held out a hand for him to shake and he took it gently but his shake was firm.

"Oh, well that explains a lot. I'm Lucas Scott." That name sounded familiar to me. I scrunched up my nose in thought, but soon just forgot about it. Turning to the boy behind Lucas, I found he was staring at me openly. I raised an eyebrow at this and looked down at myself to see what could have caught his attention. No hole in my red shorts and my white tank was still dry, so everything was all good. Maybe there was something in my hair. I ran a finger through the chocolate locks that were held back by a ponytail, but I didn't feel anything. Was there something on my face?

"Are you okay?" I turned to Lucas and shrugged. Then, I motioned to his friend behind him.

"He keeps staring like there's something wrong with me." Lucas turned to the boy and a smile was on his face. The boy in question turned a dark shade of red and looked downwards. Lucas turned back to me and chuckled slightly.

"That's Mouth. He sometimes does that when he sees a pretty girl, but he's getting better at it." I raised an eyebrow at his use of the word pretty. Sure, I wasn't a blimp, but I wasn't exactly Miss Universe either. I had a toned build, my stomach slightly pudgy along with my thighs. My skin was a healthy peach color, not pasty or tan. I thought guys liked tans though? My hair was chocolate colored and reached mid-back, but it had one large wave from where I usually kept it in a ponytail. My face was also nothing but average. Sure, I had almond-shaped eyes that were emerald green, but I had a small scar underneath one eye. Then, my nose was slightly upturned, but it was crooked from having been broken one two many times. Pink lips that were slightly to big for my face were the main thing I hated.

See, not exactly beautiful.

"Mouth, I think you have the wrong girl," I stated. The small, shy boy raised his head slightly, but didn't say a word. He reminded of Tucker in the way he acted. But, I noticed he was pretty cute himself. He had brown hair that spiked somewhat, but looked soft enough to run my fingers through. His eyes were a soft blue that looked adorable along with his shy smile. He and Tucker would have gotten along great.

"Have you guys found my cell phone yet?" I turned at the voice and found a dark-haired boy making his way towards us. He was toned and muscular, somewhat like Lucas, with the same blue eyes and lips. But, his eyes seemed more guarded than Lucas's and his lips were set in a frown. I snapped out of my daze and turned back to the picnic table. Walking over, I picked up the cell phone I had seen and turned to the newcomer.

"Is this it?"

"Oh thank God," he mumbled as I gave it to him. He probably doesn't like the thought of some stranger going through his phone. I know I wouldn't. Lucas laughed at the way the boy acted before patting him on the back.

"Haley fuss at you about losing it?"

"More than anyone I have ever met."

Then, the newcomer turned to me and held out his hand. "Nathan Scott." Dan Scott's kid? Well, he doesn't look like what I pictured he would be. But, he still holds that cocky air around him, but just a small amount.

"Mackenzie Warren," I said as I shook his hand. Once I pulled my hand back, I placed it on my cocked hip and gave him a curios look. "You're Dan Scott's son?" He glanced back to Lucas before rolling his eyes. When he looked back at me, I saw his eyes were more guarded than before and he was frowning. Someone loves dad. Note the sarcasm.

"Maybe." I rolled my eyes before laughing.

"Dude, I was just at your house a few hours ago. All he talked about was you, basketball, his car dealership, and his skills. Mostly you though." I turned my attention towards the goal. Gripping the basketball, I jumped then let it fly through the air. It hit the backboard then bounced into the metal net. "You also look a lot like him." Looking back towards the three boys, I found they were all giving me inquisitive looks.

"What?"

"How do you know my dad?" Nathan asked. Was it just me or was he acting as if I was public enemy number 1? Maybe two by the way he was talking about his dad.

I shrugged. "I don't, but my dad does. He apparently played against your uncle Keith before he quit. That's how he got to know Dan." Another secretive look passed between the two boys. The more I look at them, the more I was beginning to see similarities between the two.

"What's your dad's name?" Lucas asked. Jeez, what was with the twenty questions? Was it taboo to mention Dan Scott's name around these guys?

"Nick Warren." Neither looked as if they recognized the name. "Look, I don't know what the deal is between your dad and you, but you can stop acting like I'm public enemy number two."

"Public enemy number two?" Lucas repeated.

"Well considering the way you guys are acting about Dan, I figured he was public enemy number 1. So, that leaves number two, unless there's someone else I should know of."

"Sorry," Nathan mumbled.

I waved it off. "Whatever, doesn't concern me. What I want to know is why you two look so much alike." Nathan and Lucas looked to each other, obviously trying to think of what to say. I rolled my eyes, seeing the two were torn about telling me.

"You know what, don't worry about it. I'm sure I'll figure it out once I get settled in." I grabbed my ball and returned to half-court. I glanced at my three spectators and noticed they looked surprised. I gave them a flirtatious wink before shooting. The ball sailed from half-court all the way to the basketball goal. It bounced against the backboard before landing in the net. Walking up, I moved past the three dumbfounded boys before grabbing the basketball. Chuckling, I began to make my way up the slope towards the road. Just as I reached it though, I turned back to the three.

"If I had to guess though, I would say brothers. Possibly half-brothers by the way you guys act around each other. But, that's just my guess."


Author's Note: Okay, this is my new story. Yes, I know I have two up already, but this one just begged to be written. I'm just now getting into One Tree Hill, but help would be greatly appreciated since this story takes place in the second season. Anyway, please leave a review about what you think. Oh, this story will take place from Mackenzie's point of view. She'll have more interaction with the OTH Gang next chapter, but this one was to just help you guys get to know her a little better.

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