Ruby Rose

"Gonna be late, gonna be late, gonna be late!" was all the citizens of Vale could make out as a red streak zipped past them in a wake of rose petals. What was supposed to be the best day in Ruby Rose's life was turning out to be a disaster, and it was all her sister's fault!

It had all begun when she had gotten involved in a robbery a couple of weeks before. Most girls her age liked to spend their semester breaks hanging out in malls and coffee shops with their friends, but not Ruby. No, her favorite hang-out spot was a dust shop in downtown Vale. The elderly owner had taken a liking to the young girl and had given her free rein of his magazine rack as long as she wouldn't crease or tear anything in the process. An offer, she had been making extensive use of in order to work through the backlog she had built up dealing with the year's finals at Signal Academy.

One day, a handful of goons decided to spoil her fun by robbing the store. One might argue, that a high school student shouldn't engage a gang of career criminals waving around guns and hatchets, but Ruby was no ordinary girl. When she had been younger, her sister had spent almost every night reading stories of heroes and monsters to her, and the chance for her very own great adventure was far too good to pass up on no matter the danger. Besides, they were trying to rob her too, and there was no way she would hand over her baby to a bunch of two-bit gangsters!

Ruby had the goons knocked out and their leader—a notorious criminal in a bowler hat named Roman Torchwick—on the run in no time. But she wasn't just going to let the bad guy escape. No, she chased him through the streets of Vale and over its rooftops all the way to his waiting getaway vehicle. That was when things turned crazy. A huntress appeared out of nowhere and squared off with a mysterious passenger that had been hidden on the fleeing Bullhead VTOL. Fire, ice, and lightning rained down all around them in an awesome display of the destructive power of dust, and it was all Ruby could do to stay out of harm's way.

In the end, the dastardly villains had managed to escape, and Ruby had been the one to find herself stashed away in the interrogation room of the local police precinct. Rather than praise for stopping a robbery, she had earned herself a stern lecture by one Glynda Goodwitch—huntress and assistant to the headmaster of Beacon Academy, the dream school of every aspiring huntress, ever!

The story should have ended there. She should have been sent home, her father should have given her another long and boring lecture, and, barely a week and a half later, she should have returned to Signal to start her penultimate year of primary combat school.

Instead, the headmaster himself had shown up to offer her milk, cookies, and a spot at his elite academy!

Things had been a blur from there. Ruby couldn't remember if she had given a response to the offer or not, although, she must have accepted or she wouldn't have ended up in her current predicament. By the time she had made it home, she had convinced herself that she must have imagined it all. After all, why would the headmaster of the most prestigious combat academy in the world meet her in person in a small downtown police station to invite her to his school?

Her sister might be convinced that she was special, but Ruby knew better. She was just an average student and way too young to attend Beacon. It hadn't made any sense. It still didn't…

Life had continued on as if nothing had happened until an unmarked brown envelope arrived at the Rose-Xiao-Long household. It contained all the paperwork needed for her transfer filled out and signed by the headmasters of Signal and Beacon. There was no explanation included, just a sticky note asking for her legal guardian's signature to finalize the transfer.

Her father was reluctant at first. He was a teacher at Signal and considered it too early for his little girl to move on to a secondary combat school, but her sister was having none of it. Yang had been accepted to Beacon for the same semester and declared that she would beat anyone or anything that dared to lay a finger on her baby sister to a bloody pulp. Including their own father, should he try to keep her from taking her along.

She wouldn't have, probably, but the idea of a merciless blond watchdog was enough to convince him to sign the papers, and Ruby found herself swept up in a barrage of rib-crushing hugs, overjoyed rants, and goodbye parties filled with people she barely recognized.

Yang was having fun. A bit too much fun for Ruby's taste, but she didn't have the heart to spoil it for her sister. The new semester was only a couple of days away anyway, and there was one event planned that Ruby could barely wait for: a weekend of sisterly bonding holed up in a nice hotel in downtown Vale. No parents, no friends, no classmates; just Yang and Ruby, the way it used to be before school and social obligations had started to tear them apart.

Her bags were packed and ready for Beacon—they would head there directly from the hotel—and she had spent days preparing. There were lists of restaurants, sight-seeing hot spots, and fun activities lining her pockets, and she had brought her favorite board games and some of the tattered old books Yang must have read to her hundreds of times growing up. She had spent days preparing the best weekend ever only to see it run over, shot, trampled, and left to die by a single text message.

It wasn't like Yang didn't have a good reason for canceling or that Ruby hadn't gotten used to her sister's sudden disappearances over the years, but did it have to be their one special weekend of all times?

She read and re-read the text. It was the usual "sorry, something has come up" followed by a cryptic string of symbols in Yang's very own text code depicting two kisses, three hugs, a hair rustling, another hug followed by a hair rustling for good measure, and something else that must have been new in her dictionary as Ruby had absolutely no clue what it was supposed to mean. There were no hints as to where she had gone, when she would be back, or who had provided the latest breadcrumbs in her seemingly never-ending quest.

It was something Yang had to do. Ruby understood that much and would never hold it against her, but she couldn't help but wish that her sister would let her help out or at least talk things through with her from time to time.

Dejected and abandoned, Ruby checked into their hotel room anyway. It had been paid for in advance and she refused to let Yang ruin her plans entirely. She tried to make the best of things, and for the most part, she succeeded. It hadn't turned out to be the best weekend ever—how could it have without her sister by her side—but Ruby had managed to have a good time.

Until her last evening at the hotel, that was, when anxiety started to set in. What if she wasn't ready? What if she had forgotten something important at home? What if she had read the date wrong? What if she was denied admission because her transfer papers had gotten lost in the mail? Worst of all, what if Crescent Rose failed her?

Ruby could excuse just about anything but Crescent Rose failing. So, as the sun started to set, she dismantled her pride and joy for a full cleanup and servicing. The process was slow and tedious, but her baby deserved only the best.

Once she was done and satisfied with her work, her stomach reminded her that she had missed dinner. Luckily, she had come prepared for such eventualities, and a job well done certainly deserved a reward from her emergency cookie stores.

Big mistake! And clearly Yang's fault! The stupid abandoner should have been around to monitor her cookie intake and force her to eat healthy and stuff. But no, she had to run off by herself and enable Ruby's nerves to team up with the cookies' sugary goodness to squash their archnemesis: sleep.

An hour later, Ruby finally had enough of rolling around her bed without having caught a wink of it. Drastic measures were in order, and a thorough workout usually did the trick.

Luckily, the hotel roof provided plenty of space and privacy, allowing Ruby to work up a sweat under the pale light of the broken moon. Soon enough, she dragged herself back to her room, sweaty, exhausted, and ready to call it a night.

The hotel's ancient plumbing system disagreed with her plans though. A necessary but unexpectedly cold shower later, she found herself sitting on her bed wide awake yet again.

With the morning lurking just around the corner and sleep no closer than it had been hours before, Ruby decided that she would rather be tired than risk sleeping through her alarm. She pulled out her favorite book—a collection of fairy tales her mother had bought for her as a little girl—and started reading the night away.

Ruby knew all the stories by heart. Not just the original versions but Yang's too. With every reading, they had been rewritten and transformed. New characters had popped up, new plot twists and adventures had been added, and as they had both grown older, they had become less and less child friendly. Her favorite stories had become so strongly linked to her sister that Ruby could hear her in her head with every sentence she read—funny voices, hammy overacting, and all.

Unfortunately, the book hadn't lost its magic, and Ruby had drifted off into sweet oblivion just as the first birds had started to sing their morning songs.

Ruby Rose was late, and it was all her sister's fault. Her sister, who should have been there to calm her nerves and distract her from what was about to come. Her sister, who should have been there to make sure that she wouldn't sleep through her alarm. Her sister, who should have known better than to trust her not to screw up at the most inopportune moment!

She would not let Yang live this day down. She rarely ever had reason to complain, but this time, she would give her sister a piece of her mind for sure!

It was, most definitely, all Yang's fault…

First day of the year at Beacon Academy. Arguably one of the worst days in an airship steward's life. The day on which a flimsy box of metal alloy, plastic, and fiberglass held up in the sky by some dust contraption was turned into a pressure cooker filled to the brim with hormonal, irrational, overexcited, and heavily-armed teenage weirdos.

All it would take was for one of them to snap or for one of the many explosive substances they carried to go off, and the ship would drop out of the sky like a stone. A fate anyone in their right mind would try very hard to avoid. Unfortunately, management had been cracking down on staff trying to weasel out of their duties on this particular day of the year. Whoever was to call in sick on the first day of Beacon better be dying in a hospital or they could kiss their job and their benefits goodbye.

With a sigh, he looked out over the empty terminal in front of his airship. The day wouldn't be all that bad if Beacon would just send someone along to confiscate all the weird weapons their students brought along before trapping them in a flying sardine can, but no, they just handed out invitations and trusted the mental stability of kids volunteering to spend their life fighting nightmarish aberrations. Nothing wrong with that…

A quick glance at his father's old pocket watch—he would not trust those newfangled scroll contraptions to tell him the time of day if his life depended on it—told him that they were due for departure. He pulled out the handle of the door lock, turned it a hundred and eighty degrees, and pushed it back in.

There was a short delay before the docking ramp disengaged and the doors started folding down, which never failed to make him wonder why whoever had designed the airship had put in such an elaborate mechanical switch for something that was clearly controlled by some damn computer anyway.

Halfway through the process, a storm of rose petals slammed into his face, but before he could figure out just what the hell was going on, they dissolved into thin air, leaving a heap of black and red behind at his feet.

"Safe!" it stammered between heavy breaths as it clambered to its feet.

Hunched over in front of him stood a young girl. Too young, even for a first-year student at Beacon.

"Excuse me?" he asked.

The girl looked at him with silver eyes framed by short frazzled hair in a crooked hairdo. If she had been his daughter, he wouldn't have let her out of the house without making her wash out those ridiculous red streaks and get a sensible, symmetrical, and well-combed haircut, but on the scale of eccentricities among Beacon students it hardly even registered.

"You do realize that this is the special shuttle to Beacon, not one of our regular flights?" he asked the petite brunet.

"Good, that means I haven't missed it after all!"

She caught her breath and straightened up. Standing tall, she barely reached to his chest, and her outfit—some sort of short-skirted, frilly dress in red and black—reminded him more of the kind of thing found on creepy dolls or at costume parties than of something sensible people would wear in the street. The bright-red hooded cape certainly wasn't helping her make a good first impression either.

He considered going through the trouble of opening the doors again and sending her away—the special shuttles were reserved for students; visiting family and friends were supposed to take the regular flights—when he noticed the unwieldy hunk of metal strapped to her back. He couldn't make out what kind of contraption it was supposed to be, but there was little doubt that he was looking at one of the strange weapons favored by Beacon's students.

He shrugged. It wouldn't have been the first time that a hopeful or rejected applicant had snuck on board trying to sway the school's mind in person, and his pay grade did not include getting in between armed weirdos and their remote hideaway.

"Well, don't stand around here then. Make your way to the passenger section so we can lift off. We're late as it is."

The girl nodded and hoisted her duffel bag—almost as large as herself—over her shoulder with deceptive ease. Between her weird clothes, her childish face, and her small stature, she looked thoroughly unimpressive, but after more than twenty years on the job, he knew better than to trust the obvious with that lot. He would never understand all that mumbo-jumbo about auras and semblances, but, whatever it was and however it worked, it allowed people to develop superhuman abilities that could turn even little girls into terrifying weapons.

The doors had fully locked and he was about to hurry to the safety of the staff-only section when the girl stopped in her tracks. "You haven't seen my sister by any chance, have you? She's supposed to be on this flight."

He raised an eyebrow. "Can't say that I have."

"I see." The girl deflated.

He had expected her to notice the absurdity of her question and clarify her request by giving a description or a name. Instead, she stalked away looking like a puppy that had been kicked out in a thunderstorm. The sight almost got to him, but he caught himself before committing the gravest of all sins known to his profession.

"Beacon students are weird. Don't get involved with them," he muttered under his breath as he made his way to the break room ready to give the pilot the go-ahead over the intercom.

Moments later, the airship was on its way, and all that was left to do was to wait and hope that he would live to see another day.

Ruby stalked toward the passenger section in a somber mood. During her wild dash from the hotel, she had been determined to jump Yang and make her pay for everything that had happened to her over the weekend. Instead, the desire to see her big sister had gotten the upper hand.

Yang could be as much of an airhead as herself, if not more so. What if she had gotten on the wrong shuttle? What if she had overslept and missed their flight? What if something had happened to her over the weekend? What if she hadn't made it back yet and was about to be expelled before school had even started?

Ruby shook her head and took a deep breath. There was only one thing to be done: she had to find her sister and make sure that she hadn't screwed up!

The passenger section itself wasn't hard to find. A short hallway, displaying some maps and timetables, lead into an open room that constituted most of the airship. Uncomfortable plastic seats were framing the side walls, which were dominated by large panorama windows. Not that Ruby could see much of either.

Judging by the crowd, one could have been mistaken for having caught a shuttle at the height of rush hour rather than in the middle of the morning when most people who had somewhere to go for the day had already gone there.

Every corner of the room was filled with bright-eyed young people on their way to their future home, but there was no sign of Yang, which didn't bode well. The tall blond was hard to miss, even in a crowd. Then again, she wasn't one to listen to signs saying stuff like "Restricted Area" or "Staff Only" and might just have wandered off to explore after getting bored.

With that in mind, Ruby picked the first person at hand—a scrawny guy not much taller than herself—tapped him on the shoulder, and steeled herself in order to make sure that she wouldn't do anything stupid.

It wasn't like she was banking on making any friends for life on the airship, but Yang always said that one shouldn't antagonize people without a reason, and Ruby was determined to make a good first impression with as many people as possible before screwing up somehow and putting her foot in her mouth. Which she would, sooner rather than later.

Coming face-to-face with the guy, she barely managed to contain a snort by slapping her hands over her mouth. A heavily gelled strip of hair ran down the middle of his otherwise shaved head, and he was staring down at her over a massive hook nose from a neck that seemed entirely too thin and long.

"Are you laughing at me?"

"No, not at all! I mean, you sorta look like a chicken, but I didn't mean to—"

He glared at her with disdain.

So much for your first successful interaction with a fellow student. Way to go, Ruby!

"Sorry, I, uh, was wondering if you'd seen my sister? She's about this tall"—Ruby pointed about a head and a half above herself—"and has long blond hair. She's kinda hard to miss."

He raised an eyebrow. "Seriously?"

Ruby was confused, but before she could ask what she had done wrong now, someone tapped her on the shoulder. She turned around only to find herself smothered in an ample cleavage wrapped in a very familiar bright-orange top.

"Oh, I can't believe my baby sister is going to Beacon with me! This is the best day ever!" Yang said happily as she squeezed the life out of Ruby.

"Please stop!" Ruby groaned with what little air she had left in her lungs.

Much to her relief, she was released from her sister's monstrous bear hug, but her torture wasn't over yet. Yang had jumped back a step and was bouncing on her heels with excitement, which was quickly drawing the attention of everyone around them.

"But I'm so proud of you!"

"Really, Sis, it was nothing," Ruby said trying to sound as humble as possible. She had to stop her sister's rampart praising and calm her down before she could cause an even bigger scene.

"What do you mean? Blowing the headmaster off his feet and getting scouted by him personally isn't nothing. Everyone at Beacon is going to think you're the bee's knees!"

"I don't want to be the bee's knees, okay? I don't want to be any kind of knees. I just want to be a normal girl with normal knees."

"What's with you? Aren't you excited?"

"Of course I'm excited. I just…" Ruby sighed. The direct route might be the only way to get through her sister's thick skull at this point. "I got moved ahead two years. I don't want people to think I'm special or anything."

Yang moved to her side and put an arm around her shoulders. "But you are special."

Ruby's protest was cut off by a projection of a local news feed appearing overlaid onto some of the airship's windows.

Apparently, Roman Torchwick had robbed yet another dust shop and was still at large. A stark reminder of how non-special she truly was. She had gotten her ticket to Beacon for stopping Torchwick from robbing one little store, but what had she actually achieved? The place had gotten smashed up in the process, and Torchwick had gotten away scot-free to continue his crime spree. It had felt like a victory at the time, but now, it made her feel like she had made it to Beacon under false pretenses.

Ruby noticed Yang glowering at the screen. She didn't have to be a mind-reader to know what was going on in her sister's head: Torchwick had tried to kill her baby sister, and he better hope that they would never cross paths or she would beat the stuffing out of him and then some.

The broadcast moved on to a story about a peaceful civil rights demonstration that had been disrupted by the White Fang. The faunus—a people sporting a variety of animal features—had been fighting for equal rights ever since the Great War had come to a close decades before. Usually, their demonstrations were peaceful protests, disrupting little more than the flow of traffic in the area, but the White Fang liked to interfere, using violence and terror against humans and faunus alike to achieve their goals. Whatever exactly those might be. Ruby had never been all to clear about that part.

The news feed switched to the weather forecast and was cut off by the projection of a woman in a black vest and pencil skirt over a frilly white blouse. Thin wire-frame glasses sat low on her nose, and her blond hair was made up in a loose bun. Everything about her screamed prim-and-proper governess; everything but the purple swirly-arrowed cape on her back.

"Hello, and welcome to Beacon!" the projection of Glynda Goodwitch, Beacon's second-in-command, said. "Those of you who have made it this far have demonstrated the courage and talent necessary to protect our world. Now, it is our turn to provide you with the knowledge and the training needed to succeed at your task."

"Well," Yang said after the projection had disappeared rather abruptly, "that was short and direct. She's not much of a speechwriter, is she?"

Ruby couldn't be bothered to answer as she jumped toward the newly unobfuscated window in childlike wonder. "Oh, wow!" she said, planting both her palms against the glass pane. "Look, you can see all the way to Patch from up here!"

She had, of course, ridden on airships before—it was the quickest and safest way to make the trip from Patch to Vale and back—but never on one that would rise up as high into the sky as those who needed to clear the massive plateau Beacon had been built upon. Being able not only to see the entirety of Vale from above but all the way out over the bay to the island she had called home for the last sixteen years of her life was an amazing experience.

"I guess home isn't too far away after all."

"That's in the past though," Yang said, putting her arm back around her sister's shoulders. "Beacon is our home now."

Their moment was rudely interrupted by loud groaning noises. Next to them, hunched over the railing, stood a blond boy in jeans and a dark hoodie who looked like he was about to lose his breakfast. He did manage to compose himself long enough to run past Yang and Ruby without puking directly onto them, but he hadn't missed by much.

"Well," Yang said as she shoved Ruby as far too to the side as she could given the cramped conditions, "I guess the view isn't for everyone."

"It was a nice moment while it lasted."

Yang nodded and gave an affectionate smile that made Ruby's heart flutter. Moments like that made it clear to her that she would always love her big sister no matter what the future would hold or how infuriating she could be at times.

They both returned their attention to the panorama windows, watching on as they slowly inched closer toward their destination.

"I wonder who we're gonna meet," Ruby said, lost in thought.

"I just hope they are better than Vomit Boy."

The unwanted reminder drew Ruby's eyes back to the spot where the guy's former breakfast decorated the floor. "Oh, Yang, gross! You have puke on your boots!"

Yang's head snapped down, eyes wide in horror. "Gross, gross, gross, gross, gross, gross, gross!" she cried, desperately looking for something to rub her boots against.

Ruby, finding herself in serious danger of becoming said something, struggled against her sister's hold. A futile effort under normal circumstances, but Yang was distracted enough by the puke stains to allow for an opening.

"Stay away from me!" Ruby yelled, duffel bag in hand, as she jumped out of reach.

Yang didn't listen, forcing Ruby to repeat her warning as she stood ready to take another inhumanly fast step toward safety. Fortunately, she didn't have to take it.

It was too soon to relax just yet though. Her sister had only switched targets. She was scanning the crowd with a disconcerting look in her eyes, but the guy who had caused the whole mess was nowhere to be found, and Yang's anger tended to disperse almost as quickly as it could rise. Her shoulders slumped with a sigh, and she leaned against the railing in front of the windows.

Ruby took the time to rummage through her bag, looking for a pack of tissues. The leather of her sister's beloved boots would need a proper clean once they had settled in at Beacon, but getting rid of the worst of it would go a long way in keeping Yang's anger in check and the perpetrator out of the infirmary should they end up running into him again.

With the situation defused, Ruby dared to return to her sister's side where she enjoyed the remainder of the trip in silence, not looking back at her past at Signal but forward to her future at Beacon.

Author's Note

And there we are with the first chapter of any story I've ever released (albeit in a heavily revised version), and the truth is, I'm somewhat torn about it.

Despite the story being a novelization, the first chapter diverges quite a bit from the original, mostly because I wanted to highlight the difference in approach to the material by showing not the opening fight (which, really, is just another fight of which there will be many) but rather the aftermath and the in-between. The more mundane parts of the story, if you will. That is not to say that RWBYNov will not focus on the important events shown in canon—it will—but rather that it will add a lot of the intermediate, of the more personal moments to flesh out the world, the story, and the characters.

In that regard, I do believe that this chapter succeeded, however, having gone over it again for the revision, I have to admit that opening with a focus on Ruby is somewhat misleading. Yes, Ruby and Weiss are main characters of the story, but as with all my RWBY stories, it will be Blake and Yang who will stand in as the focus of the story more often than not. I really should have opened with a piece on either of them, but at the time I first wrote this chapter, I was too wrapped up in trying to stick to the original script to add in that big of a departure…

That being said, the revision (as of June 2018) introduced some of the changes I have made to the setting and the characters with later releases for consistency's sake, so, as I plan on doing with all future revisions that go beyond simple changes in style, grammar, and such, let's take a quick look at said changes and the rationale behind them.

What might be one of the most obvious changes, might be to the starting ages of the characters. At some point, it is remarked on that Ruby is sixteen (as opposed to fifteen in canon), which is based on the school system I've devised for this setting. In a nutshell, I've gone through the whole thing from primary school to graduate studies to give me a fixed frame of reference on which school year and which school people were in at any given point. Previously, those references had been all over the place and it really helps to have that sort of thing written down when dealing with a massive story like this. But since I went with a consensus of real-world models rather than fixing the school system to the canon starting ages, everyone's age was shifted up by a year. Ruby is sixteen, while Yang, Blake, and Weiss are eighteen—give or take a few months—which isn't much of a change really, though, it does have some interesting implications for certain legal matters I've also vaguely defined.

Another change that is just barely hinted at is to Junior's gang. Personally, I believe that the way Junior and his crew were handled in canon boils down to one of the worst mistakes the showrunners have made to date. They were such a colorful bunch of characters that had immense potential to act as a shady third party with ties to both major factions, and having just "forgotten" about them as the story moved on is such waste.

I do plan on having them pop up now and then when it's opportune, but for now, it's mostly about their style. To me, Junior's gang screams Chinese ax gang (check out Kung Fu Hustle if you don't know what I'm talking about), hence the reference to guns and hatchets rather than swords. And it's not just their dress code that leads me to that comparison. At the end of the day, they are thugs. They aren't militant terrorist like the White Fang or elite warriors like the huntsmen, but thugs. Organized crime, yes, but their main targets are ordinary people and their main adversaries are the cops, not what whatever horrors lurk beyond the walls.

Their weapons of choice should reflect that. They should be readily available, hard to trace, and easily concealable. They would be things like pistols, knives, brass knuckles, or the occasional Tommy Gun—should they need heavy firepower—but also tools that can stand in as weapons, like, say, a hatchet, which will be their signature. Swords just don't fit them, in my opinion.

And lastly, there's the Glynda connection. I don't believe that it is entirely realistic that Yang had absolutely no idea who Glynda was. For starters, Glynda is the second in command of the school Yang had signed up to, a very popular elite school, no less. And even though Yang is not the type to look that sort of thing up, Glynda is far too involved in the running of the school for them not to have crossed paths at least from a distance at some entrance exam or another.

Additionally, there are several family connections with Qrow working for Ozpin (although, that, likely, is a secret from the girls at that point in the story), Taiyang working for Signal (which is basically a prep school for Beacon), and the parents' generation likely having attended Beacon roughly at the same time if some future dialog between Glynda, Ironwood, and the likes is anything to go by.

In order not to have to introduce too many changes, I went with Yang and Glynda having never met in person before, but Yang's complete ignorance had bugged me from the moment I had allowed it to stay in the original script of this chapter, so I tinkered with her comment on Glynda's airship speech a bit to represent that.

Speaking of speeches, they are all terrible. Doesn't matter if they are given by Ozpin, Glynda, or Pyrrha. They tend to be stilted, have no message, or flat-out make no sense, and I don't think there is a single speech in the series that I don't end up trying to revise to some degree. Unfortunately, they tend to be beyond saving, at least for someone of my ineptitude at speech writing. Glynda's speech here is no exception…

Now, as always, please let me know what you think, and feel free to drop by on Twitter (twitter{.}com/sittschowrites) for news and further information on this and other stories in the works.

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