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Chapter Seven - Deja Vu.
The camera flashes that exploded throughout the ARCO Arena blinded Cameron as he flew down from the top turnbuckle, planting a firm elbow into his opponent. The Sacramento crowd erupted with colossal cheers as the young Superstar then bounced against the ropes, propelling himself into a pin-point accurate Power Duo just as his opponent had managed to stumble back to his feet. Collecting the smaller man into a tight cover, a beaming smirk then emerged across Cameron's face as the referee, along with the excitable crowd, counted to three and signalled for the bell to chime in the background.
"And Michaels picks up the victory," Michael Cole spoke from ringside as Justin Roberts announced Cameron as the winner, "What a great performance from Cameron."
"You're right there, Cole," Josh Matthews agreed, "I'll bet Cameron is just wishing that he could have pulled off something like that last night at SummerSlam."
"I think it's going to take much more than a U.S. title loss to keep Cameron Michaels down, Josh."
As Cameron's defeated opponent rolled out of the ring and began on his way back up the ramp, the young Michaels then climbed to the top rope, waving and posing for all of his loyal, applauding fans.
His heart was racing in elated joy, and nearly skipped a beat each and every time he managed to lock expressions with the face of a smiling, devoted fan who gawked back at him from the WWE Universe. The feeling was one that created the most mind-blowing sensation within him that he almost didn't even notice when all of a sudden his theme music came to an abrupt stop and was replaced, instead, by one that caused the packed out arena to resonate in a frenzy of boos.
"Well, that's Beau Madden!" Michael exclaimed.
Cameron's eyes narrowed at the sight of the man who appeared at the top of the ramp. Beau Madden was tall, dark haired, covered in a few different tattoos and wore dark coloured, three-quarter trunks. But as well as all that, he was also Cameron's former rival.
"Well, well, look who it is," Beau boomed into the microphone he held to his mouth, "Little Cammy Michaels. I thought I left you behind on SmackDown, but now I come back from injury to find that now you're hogging the spotlight on RAW, too?"
Not having a microphone of his own, Cameron simply shrugged his shoulders, scratching the back of his neck as he shot Beau a sarcastic grin from where he stood in the middle of the ring.
"Oh, what, nothing to say?" Beau taunted, "Nah, man, this ain't going down like that! Now that I'm back to one hundred percent, how's about you and me renew a little rivalry?"
The crowd instantly began to stir in anticipation as Cameron joined them, beckoning Beau to venture down to the ring. The intensity that was swirling all around him in the forms of the sweat pouring from his brow, the rippling of his muscles and the rumbling of the audience was all so overwhelming that he was completely distracted by what Beau's true plan of attack was.
"Wait a minute, who's that crawling out from under the ring?"
Before Josh even had the chance to answer Michael's question, in the sharpest of instants a cloaked, black-haired figure jumped in under the bottom ring rope and brutally took Cameron's legs out from under him with a kendo stick. The devastating strike immediately caused him to collapse to the canvas, writhing in pain as the hooded attacker revealed herself.
"That's Tiarn, Cole!" Josh spat, "Beau's girlfriend! Last night at SummerSlam, remember, she mentioned to the former champ, Lexus, that Beau would be returning to RAW tonight!"
As her evil cackles were drowned out by the hissing of the crowd, Tiarn continued to smack Cameron in the legs where he lay on the ground with the kendo stick over and over again. Eventually making his approach, Beau climbed up onto the ring apron and stepped between the ropes, applauding the effective job that his right hand lady had completed. Taking the weapon from her hand and planting a delicate kiss on her lips, Beau then whacked Cameron across his back with the stick once for good measure before tossing it out of the ring.
Cameron could feel his whole body pulsating in dire pain as his breathing became much, much heavier. The jagged blows that then followed as Beau began stomping on his rival made Cameron feel like his ribs were about to come plunging right through his chest. Just as he was beginning to reach the point where he wasn't sure how much more punishment he could endure, the battered wrestler's ears suddenly perked up as the Sacramento crowd blew up in elation at the sound of another recognisable theme song. And their happiness only grew as the brunette appeared with a very familiar looking weapon before bolting down the entrance ramp.
"It's Rory Helmsley!" Cole exclaimed, "And is that – is that a – ?"
"A sledgehammer!" Josh interjected, "A Helmsley with a sledgehammer! It's déjà vu out here, Cole – Rory with the ultimate equalizer!"
Beau's eyes pierced the daunting image of the young Diva making her hasty approach towards the ring. Instantly, he grabbed onto Tiarn's arm and ushered her out between the ropes as the two clambered out onto the floor. They had managed to escape just before Rory slid in under the bottom rope with her hand still tightly wrapped around the sledgehammer. She glared down at the two heels menacingly, warding them against any attempt to take her on, before she knelt down beside Cameron and collected his head in her hands.
Worriedly, she glanced down at her friend while he gazed back at her, gritting his teeth and trying his best to smile at her through the pain. As she wrapped an arm around his shoulders and helped him to his feet, Tiarn snatched the microphone out of Beau's hand from where they stood outside the ring.
"You little brat!" she screeched, "What does this possibly have to do with you?!"
Rory scoffed with threatening eyes planted on Tiarn as she marched over to the corner of the ring and took a microphone of her own from the timekeeper.
"What does this have to do with me?" she repeated in disbelief, "Sweetheart, if you know anything about this company's history, or know who Cameron and I are, then you should know exactly what this has to do with me!"
Instantaneous with her finishing her sentence, the crowd roared in approval of Rory's words as a few scattered chants of 'D-X! D-X!' became visibly audible amongst the ARCO Arena. The words echoed throughout the young Diva's mind as Rory sensed an array of goosebumps explode against her skin. Images of Triple H and Shawn Michaels flashed before her eyes as she felt an incredible sense of pride wash over her and a solid smile set in stone across her face. Turning to Cameron, her face only lit up even more to find that he was mimicking at the exact same expression of rewarding fulfilment.
"Oh, please," Beau sniped into the microphone, regaining everyone's attention, "Nobody cares if you two wanna' come out here and give everybody a pointless little history lesson. The only thing these people care about is the future of this company, and as long as I have anything to do it, you two won't be having one!"
Cynically chuckling to himself, Cameron took the microphone out of Rory's hand, "Beau, you are unbelievable, man. You've only just come back from being injured and you're already ranting on about you're just so much better than everybody else. Well, you know what?"
The positive support from the crowd was stuff abuzz in the arena as Cameron draped an arm over Rory's shoulders, "If you're going to come out here and talk smack to me, then that's just fine. But I will not let you stand here in this ring and talk crap about my best friend and our family, got it?"
The older wrestler spat another conceited breath as the audience yelled happily in the background once more.
"In fact, the way I see it," Cameron went on, "if you two think that you're so much better than me and Rory and all the history that this business has to offer, then why don't we throw down in the ring, right here on RAW next week and see who it is that has the brighter future, hey?"
Exchanging a smug look with Tiarn, Beau turned back to the ring, grinning a conceited grin at both Cameron and Rory as he continued to ignore the ecstatic humming from the crowd. Picking up the kendo stick that was now sitting dangerously at his feet, Beau then arrogantly heaved it over his shoulder, placing his opposite arm around Tiarn.
"You're on!"
Roaring in an outburst of absolute exhilaration, the Sacramento audience was suddenly on their feet at the impending match up as Rory and Cameron gawked around at them, amping everyone up even further. The two then swapped a subtle beaming smile at each other before the moment was hastily cut off by Beau's booming voice yet again.
"Tiarn and I will see you and the princess next week, Cammy."
Rolling her eyes at the sniping remark from her new nemesis, Rory whipped her head away from the pair of heels as Beau's music hit and instead set her concerned vision on Cameron.
Placing a hand on his ribs, she met her eyes with his, "You okay?" she spoke without the microphone.
"Nothing that a good night's rest and a butt-kicking match next week won't fix," Cameron replied with a shrug.
Shooting him a teasing smile, Rory simply shook her head as the two then stepped out of the ring together once Beau and Tiarn had disappeared.
The WWE Universe was still pulsating in appreciation of the two wrestlers as they made their way back up the ramp, prolonging their occasional mention of D-X amongst all their other positive cries of support. It made Rory's skin tingle in sheer exultance. Her promo with Cameron had gone off without a hitch, she thought as she slinked an arm around his waist. And while it may have stood that she had only just managed to break away from tagging with Camille and now she had been placed in another partnership, the fact that it was with Cameron made the prospect even more appealing than becoming a star in her individual right.
The cool air graced Aurora's face as she stepped inside the quaint little coffee shop, escaping the humid nature of the outside streets that was still, somehow, present in the late hours of the night. Walking up to a table, she smiled sweetly as Cameron pulled her chair out for her, gazing back at her just as warmly.
"I still fail to understand what kind of cafe stays open this late, ya' know," she remarked as her friend joined her.
"It's California," Cameron snapped back, "Do you really expect anything less?"
Aurora shrugged her shoulders, "Guess not."
Laughing softly at her adorably naive disposition, Cameron picked up the small menu and briefly scanned it, "Chai with cinnamon?"
"Sounds delish," Aurora answered. She took a moment, and then licked her lips. Monday night RAW had gone off the air about half an hour ago, and while all the other Superstars and Divas had gone out on the town to relax and have a bit of fun, Cameron had instead chosen to stay back with Aurora. "You didn't have to do this, Cam. You could have gone out with all the guys and everybody else, I was fine just heading back to the hotel with Dad."
"Don't be ridiculous," Cameron replied in a flash, "They're crawling from bar to bar, and you know I don't even drink that much, anyway. And as for your dad, he told me that after only just flying in from home this morning that he was keen to just get back to the hotel and go to sleep. Plus, don't you think we have quite a bit to debrief on after this spectacular night," he went on with added emphasis.
A beaming smirk instantly crossed Aurora's face, "Do not even get me started! The crowd loved us out there together!"
"I'm just glad they didn't see it as too predictable," the young Superstar spoke, quickly telling the waitress that had approached them what they wanted.
"I'm pretty sure Dad knew what he was doing," Aurora countered, "It's what the Universe wanted, and I don't know about you, but I'm pretty happy with it?"
A sarcastic frown creased Cameron's brow, "Of course I'm happy about working with you, Rory."
As the words melted from between his lips, Cameron felt his heart pounding in his chest with the upmost content. Staring across the short table at Aurora, her brown eyes twinkling back at him, Cameron definitely suspected that seeing her standing in his corner each and every week was going to create the most phenomenal of feelings.
"We're gonna' be unbeatable. They may as well make a set of titles for us right now!"
Giggling at her friend's joke, Aurora then glanced up at the waitress who had reapproached them, taking their beverages from her and thanking her as she did.
All the while, Cameron's words continued to revolve through her mind, taking their time to properly dissect in the back of her brain. She took a sip of her tea, the sensation of the cinnamon dancing across her tongue sparking a warm tingle throughout her whole body. The next thing she knew, the tender sensation that consumed her suddenly burst in her head in the form of a mind-blowing idea. Her eyes widened as she allowed Cameron's words to cycle across her mind once more, before she placed her mug down on the table, her jaw dropped.
"Oh my God, Cameron, you're a genius!"
Snapping out of his daydreaming, Cameron then put his own mug down, too, "What do you mean?"
"Titles? For us? That may actually not be such a bad idea!" she exclaimed, "Mixed Tag Team Titles."
Shooting a double take at the younger wrestler, Cameron's expression broadened in confusion at the determination that was sprawled across Aurora's face, "Are you serious?"
"One hundred percent!" Aurora retorted, "Think about it, Cam, the arena was crazy for the two of us tonight! Something like this would not only make them love us even more, but it would put us on the map!"
Sipping on his chai in uncertainty, Cameron furrowed his brow, "When do you ever see a mixed tag team match on T.V. though? I'm not too sure it's gonna' be what the people want."
"But they will enjoy it, because it will be us!" the young Diva sniped back confidently, "Dad and Uncle Shawn had the Attitude Era, why shouldn't we have something to submit our own legacy?"
Drumming his fingers against the side of his mug, Cameron allowed the cogs in his mind to begin to turn as Aurora looked on, a breath held in. Eventually, the southern boy sighed, "Well we were a big hit, weren't we?"
Squealing in excitement, Aurora stretched her arm across the table and grabbed Cameron's hand, "Trust me, Cam! If we go and present this to Dad tomorrow, it could open so many doors for us! Not to mention make the company a whole lot more money."
Feeling the warmth of Aurora's hand in his, Cameron glanced down at the table, smiling subtly through the affectionate sensation that coated his whole core.
"Cam? Just say yes, please?"
As the sweet sound of Aurora's voice derailed his train of thought, Cameron shot his eyes back up and shook his head sarcastically as his vision met the batting eyelashes of his best friend. Sighing to himself once more, he took his hand back and nervously scratched the back of his neck, "Well, we're both desperate to be a champion, aren't we?"
Squeaking in happiness once more, Aurora clapped her hands together excitably, "Cameron, this is going to happen for us. I will demand it of Dad if I have to and not take no for an answer! I will not let anything fall short of perfect."
Grinning in the most genuine pride in the sheer fortitude that was purely oozing from Aurora, Cameron locked his eyes with hers, "Just don't let things get too crazy, okay?"
Flashing him her pearly whites, Aurora held her hands up in defence and opened her mouth without a second's thought, "I promise."
The new day's sun was strong and warm on Aurora's face as it streamed through the window of the Sacramento hotel. It was drawing into the late hours of the morning, and yet the young Diva had just managed to crawl out of bed. A sleep in was the least she deserved after a successful night on RAW. Or so she figured, anyway.
Tingling at the comforting stretch of her muscles as she reached her arms far out in front of her, Aurora eventually decided to toss the covers off herself as she stepped out of bed. Rubbing her eyes and allowing the smallest of yawns to escape from between her lips, Aurora then walked over to her hotel window, gazing down at the city streets that graced the many, many storeys beneath her.
As she played with the hem of her snug pyjama shorts and continued to gawk beyond the sheet of glass, Aurora soon found herself lost in a deep daydream. She could still hear the overpowering, appreciative cheers of last night's crowd echoing in her head. She had hardly managed to believe the amount of support she had claimed on her very first night appearing on RAW, but since then, Aurora's fame had simply exploded. The emotion it brought was purely invigorating. So much so, that Aurora swore to herself that she would stop at nothing to ensure that the feeling would forever bubble inside of her.
All of sudden, Aurora blinked in surprise as she heard the latch of her hotel door click open.
"Okay, this idea of yours is suddenly sounding, like, a thousand times more promising!"
Spinning around on the spot, Aurora tilted her head in confusion, frowning sarcastically, "Sure, Cam, come on in?" she offered lamely.
"Have you seen what the number one trend in the entire world is this morning?" Cameron cut straight back in, shoving his phone in Aurora's face.
Awkwardly snatching the device out of the hands of her clearly excited friend, Aurora scrolled through the many Tweets that were staring back at her, her eyes widening in delight at what she saw.
"'Hash tag D-X lives'?"
Smirking back at her with the most ecstatic expression, Cameron eagerly nodded his head, "And that's just one of the more popular ones," he exclaimed, "Not only that, but so many people are turning to social media to talk about us. Current stars, legends – it's crazy! And the best part? Do you happen to know when the biggest raking spike occurred last night?"
A knowing smile crept across Aurora's lips, "Surprise me?"
Cameron mimicked Aurora's face, "When we were out there standing in that ring together," he spoke proudly, "It earned the most views of the whole show. Thousands of T.V's all across the country switching over just to see us."
As all these thoughts swirled throughout her mind, and the millions of Tweets scrolled through her fingertips, Aurora sensed an overwhelming happiness mix in with the positive energy that was simmering across her entire core. And she could only feel herself becoming more and more determined with each second that ticked by and she locked her expression with Cameron's piercing bluey-green orbs.
"Rory, this could be huge."
Aurora's heart instantly skipped a beat at Cameron's words. That was exactly what her father had said right before D-Generation X was formed.
"Alright, come on," she spat, throwing Cameron's phone back to him, "We are going to talk to Dad about this right now."
Without a second's thought, the two young wrestlers then bolted out of Aurora's room and headed down the corridor to where Hunter was staying, Aurora strutting her way out in front with Cameron in very near tow.
Her heart beat was accelerating with every pounding knock she made against Hunter's door as she patiently waited for her father to answer. As soon as it began to give way, the young Diva immediately slipped in through the cracked opening, dragging Cameron in behind her and causing Hunter's expression to narrow in suspicion. His lips parted to instantly question his daughter's actions, before Aurora sharply cut him off.
"So, I know that you're completely technologically challenged, but have you caught word of the latest social media buzz this morning?"
Rolling up the sleeves of his button-up shirt, Hunter frowned, "Just let me digest all this for a minute... you barge into my room, insult me without even saying hello and... why are you in your pyjamas?"
Falling to an astute silence, Aurora allowed her eyes to scan down her body to find that she was still wearing her singlet top and pyjama bottoms, before she darted her features over to Cameron. The young man merely shrugged his shoulders, "You seemed really confident to get this done now, I didn't want to say anything."
"Whoa, hold on here," Hunter interjected, prohibiting Aurora from making some kind of cynical remark towards his godson, "When you say 'get this done' I hope you're talking about your packing?"
Aurora permitted the question to linger in the quiet of the room for a moment as she glanced over to her dad's bed, finding that half of his luggage had already been rearranged back in his suitcase.
Turning back to face him, Aurora scratched the back of her neck, "Well... – "
"Aurora!" Hunter scolded, "We've got another plane to catch in a couple of hours and you're standing here in front of me not only with your bags not packed, but in your pyjamas and straight out of bed? Really?"
"Hey, I thought I deserved a bit of a sleep in after the magnificent performance from Cameron and I last night, right, Cam?"
As the young Superstar took heed of his godfather's menacing stare, Cameron cleared his throat, "Well, that's not really for me to say, is it, Rory?"
Glaring at him mockingly, Aurora slapped Cameron's arm, "You are no help!" she hissed, whirling back around to face Hunter, "Dad," she restarted, "the reason we came down here is to make you a proposition."
Hunter cocked an eyebrow, "Oh, really?"
"Yes, really," Aurora replied, nodding her head, "There is absolutely no denying how much of an incredible idea it was of yours to team Cameron and I together. The crowd loved it, Twitter exploded, our ratings were huge and it was all down to you and your sheer genius, expertise, brilliance – "
"Enough with the sucky compliments, Aurora, get to the point?"
" – Mixed Tag Team Titles."
A harsh stillness immediately swept over the room. Aurora waited with her breath held in, Cameron's vision flicked between the two Levesques, and Hunter soon took a deep breath, stuttering over a reply.
"Wow," he eventually managed, "that's quite a premise you have there."
The slimmest hope boiled to the brink of Aurora's being, "It's the perfect premise," she pushed on, "I know that mixed tag team matches aren't particularly popular with the fans, but that's why you need Cam and me to take it to the next level, they'll absolutely love it, Dad, I mean, if the media blew up from just one appearance together, can you imagine what would happen if we became a team of second-generation champions, it'll be – "
"Okay, hold up, princess. Stop rambling and take a breath," Hunter calmly cut in with a small smile. He allowed the silence to drag on for another moment or two, before he tenderly licked his lips, "Aurora, sweetheart, you know it's not just up to me, don't you?"
"Well, yeah," Aurora agreed with a shrug, "But when the board hears that everybody is saying 'D-X lives' then surely it'll be unanimous, right?"
Ceasing his words once more, Hunter glanced over to an equally optimistic Cameron, and then back to Aurora again. The cogs in his mind were spinning indecisively as the images of the hopeful, aspiring faces of two of the people he loved most in this whole world continued to sink into the back of his head. Of course he wanted to give them the answer they wanted to hear. Nothing could possibly make him any happier. But, unfortunately, when it came to the corporate business of the company, it wasn't exactly as black and white as that.
Sighing despondently to himself, Hunter took a seat on the edge of his bed, beckoning Aurora to walk closer to him. Affectionately, he took her hands in his, "Princess, I love your charisma and your creativity, you know I do. And if you guys know you can pull this off, then I want this for you, I really do. But I'm just not so sure it'll be that easy to convince the rest of the board."
Furrowing her brow in deep thought, Aurora allowed her dad's words to revolve through her mind. She flicked her hair out of her eyes as she slowly began to nod her head. If it hadn't been for the constant support that she could always hear lingering in Hunter's voice, then she only suspected she would have been much, much more disappointed than how she currently felt.
"It's not like we're asking for a set of titles to just be given to us, like, there'd be a full tournament of matches, or whatever." Another notion suddenly crossed her mind, "And I'm not asking you to say yes or no right this very second, either," she sniped slightly, taking her hands out of Hunter's, "Dad, I'm not a little kid anymore, I appreciate it when you can be straight up with me, okay? And if Cam and I have to wait however long the decision making process may take, then we are more than willing to do that. This is something that we both really want, and we're not going to become impatient with it and throw a possible opportunity away."
Looking on with a smile from where he stood just behind his best friend, Cameron set his vision upon the immensely proud picture of Hunter gazing so devotedly at his amazingly intelligent, mature daughter.
Aurora forced a small grin back at him, "You will at least bring it to the table, right?"
"Of course I will, anything for the two of you," Hunter answered in an instant.
As he prolonged the warm stare that he held against his daughter, Hunter stifled a sad sigh at the thought of just how mature she actually was becoming. Aurora was right – she wasn't a little kid anymore. And honestly, Hunter wasn't sure how willing he was to let her totally grow up just yet.
"You're not old enough to stop your old man from giving you a hug, though, right?"
Rolling her eyes with a playful giggle, Aurora happily dove into her father's grasp, wrapping her arms tightly around his shoulders, "Thanks for hearing us out, Daddy."
"Anytime, princess," Hunter replied, his heart skipping a beat, "And I was so proud of you last night."
Aurora's cheeks flushed a pale red as she pulled herself out of Hunter's grip, gawking at him with a sweet smile, "Aw, Dad – "
"Now, go and pack your luggage!" Hunter cut in for a final time, "We need to leave for the airport in half an hour, sort your stuff out, and get out of your damn pyjamas!" he teased, pushing both of the young wrestlers out the door.
"Okay, okay!" Aurora conceited.
"Why push me?" Cameron protested, "I've been ready since eight this morning...!"
"Just go do something productive," Hunter urged, leaning against the doorway as the two were eventually thrust back into the hall.
The argument that both Cameron and Aurora had put forward to him remained relevant amongst his thoughts as he stood before him. There was no certainty that the rest of the WWE board were going to feel as confident about the idea as both the youngsters, plus Hunter himself, may have felt. But the thought of Aurora and Cameron as champions was undoubtedly something that no-one in the company could deny as wise move. That Hunter was certain of.
"Love you both, I'll see you when we leave."
Aurora nodded her head and offered a small wave as Hunter disappeared behind the hotel door, "We love you, too!"
The second that the door shut behind The Game, Cameron looked over to Aurora, a fulfilled grin sprawled across his face, "Well, that went well, hey? Now we just gotta' hope that the board feels the same way as your dad does so this thing can happen!"
"Oh, trust me, Cam," Aurora smirked, "This thing is happening. It's the closest chance to real fame that we've been given and I'll make it happen if I have to."
His expression collapsed into a frown as Cameron then watched Aurora slowly stroll back towards her hotel room, an inkling suspicion suddenly eating at his stomach, "That sounds a tad crazy to me, Rory?" he joked, remembering what she had promised him the previous night.
Halting in her place, Aurora placed her hands on her hips, narrowing her eyes cheekily at Cameron, "It's not crazy, Cam, it's our moment! Our opportunity. I'm not letting it slip away."
Faltering over a verbal response, Cameron simply shared a mutual grin with his best friend before she, too, vanished back into her hotel room. The moment that she had, however, Cameron's expression dropped.
What Aurora had said, about making it happen if she had to, for some reason didn't sit quite right with the young Superstar. He considered the upcoming fame that was beginning to swarm he and Aurora. That was nothing they couldn't handle. He considered the confidence that was rapidly building within the young Diva. That was nothing they couldn't handle. But when the two factors were combined?
He glanced back over to Hunter's hotel room door and smiled softly. Hunter truly was inspirational to him. He was brave, caring, incredibly successful, not to mention held the qualities of the almighty Triple H – strong, athletic and, yes, tremendously cerebral. But underneath all of that, he was still just his Uncle Paul. And Aurora's dad. After all, that's what all Superstars and Divas were beneath their famous characters. They were all just regular people. Deep down, though, Cameron just hoped that Aurora wasn't starting to forget that. Because more than anything, he cared about her far too much to ever let anything send her down the wrong track.
Geez, that was like a whole novel...
How's it going guys?! :) I hope you all enjoyed this chapter, and thought it was superrrrrrr cute when Aurora came out to save Cameron from the attack :3 What's everybody's opinion on how their partnership is working out? Or, how do we feel about this sudden drive for fame that Aurora is starting to encounter? Healthy, or dangerous?
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