Hi! Slightly steamy in this section but I hope it'll be good.
I Do Not Own Sailor Moon And Her Counterparts
You Have Officially Been Warned
Although you should know by now, especially if you already know who owns Sailor Moon.
Chapter Seven
Ten-fifteen and Beachtime Coffee spilled over with people. Serena felt positively guilty about hoarding one of the few tables all to herself, but she was powerless to move. Apathy had settled over her at the chore she'd been given.
Why couldn't Darien Shields just be a bittersweet memory? That was where he belonged, between the pages of a faded photo album, occupying a tender, but minuscule, corner of her heart. He was her first love. That was all she wanted him to be!
Unfortunately, he was so much more.
Serena drew a deep breath, inhaling the scents of coffee and cinnamon, hearing the amiable chatter around her. Closing her eyes she was hit by a memory: the first time she and Darien had made love in the Shields tree house.
It was the beginning of senior year. She'd worked at Crowns during the summer and slowly, little by little, she'd drawn closer to Darien whose reason for dropping by work grew thinner and thinner until made no pretence at all that he was stopping in to see her.
This put Serena into orbit. It was unbelievable. The word on the street was that Darien Shields and Serena Tsukino were an item––and it was true!
First day of school. The other girls glared at her in envy and disbelief. She could read it in their faces. What's she got that's so great? Serena basked in the glory of it. She didn't dare tell them that apart from a few moments alone, when he'd either driven or walked her home––she'd had to get over her fear of him seeing her ramshackle house double-quick or lose on being with him altogether––they hadn't shared much of anything except that one kiss.
That all changed after the first football game. It was a hot night and Serena waited near the sweating cheerleaders for the game to end and for Darien to be all hers. She still detested football. It was a brutal sport in a league with boxing, as far as she was concerned. But she kept those thoughts firmly to herself and after a fabulous game where Darien threw seven completed passes to his receiver, Diamonde Campbell, she was ushered away from the screaming fans by Mr. Quarterback himself for a secluded drive up the beach and a make-out session that left her breathless.
"Just don't bite me again," he whispered after they first bout of frantic kissing.
Serena struggle with the gearshift knob, which stubbornly inhibited how close they could get to each other. "I'll try to restrain myself," she murmured, thrilled by his low-throated chuckle.
"I've got to get a bench seat," was his response before his mouth was crushed against her again and he twisted around so the gearshift was his problem.
Heaven. Pure heaven. That was what it was. Their trips to an isolated sport on the beach became more frequent. At first she tried to play it cool, of course. She wanted him to think she didn't care that much. It was safer that way. But in truth, her old attraction was revved up, full throttle. With every kind gesture and happy grin he rained on her, she lost herself a little more. Like an undertow sucking beneath its dangerous swirl, she felt herself pulled down under the power of Darien Shields' personality.
She told herself that he was fast; his reputation had been earned honestly. She still remembered how he's kissed her the night he'd nearly frozen to death from hypothermia. That one kiss––the one she reviewed in her head almost nightly––had told her everything. She knew his advances weren't to be trusted.
But Serena's heart was involved now, and her careful conscience was ignored. She and Darien began engaging in some heavy petting and although she told herself not to be stupid, she wanted him.
Then one day in the girls' bathroom she overheard some disturbing news about Darien's feelings for her–– news she didn't want to believe.
She was inside a stall, just getting ready to leave, when she heard Susan, a friend of Caroline's, talking with several other girls, among them, one Serena liked, Raye Hino. It was a riveting conversation and Serena couldn't help eavesdropping.
"You know what he wants from her," Susan was saying, heaving a huge sigh. "I mean I love Darien to death but he certainly moves through the women, y'know? This Serena Tsukino's doomed. She's too easy."
"You really think so?" one of the listeners asked eagerly. Everyone loved to think some other girl was a slut. It made them feel superior. And better.
Serena swallowed hard and waited.
"Well, she doesn't have a curfew. She's hanging around all the time. Her dad's a drunk and the mum's a basket case. She's clinging to Darien for dear life, if you know what I mean. Personally, I feel sorry for her. He's going to use her and break her heart."
"Maybe he really likes her."
"Oh, he does like her," Susan agreed earnestly. "He likes her a lot. But it won't last. That's just Darien's way. As soon as they're won––" she snapped her fingers "––he's on to the next conquest. And he tries to remain friends with them, which the worst 'cause it just gives them false hope. Take a lesson––never give your heart to Darien Shields. Remember Stacey?"
Serena leaned closer to the stall door, straining to hear. She knew all the Darien Shields stories but now that she was involved with him she wanted to hear them again, in case there was something she'd missed. Stacey was another notch in Darien's belt––a notch that Serena didn't plan to be.
Susan's voice lowed confidentially. "Stacey tried to trap him. Actually told him she was pregnant!"
"Tramp!" one of the girls breathed.
"I know, I know. But Darien's mum took care of everything. Paid her off and shipped her back to Los Angeles. I think she had an abortion."
"So, she was pregnant, then? It wasn't just a rumour?" This was from Raye whom Serena knew to be cautious about unsubstantial rumours. Thank God someone was!
"Well…its stands to reason, doesn't it?" Susan hedged. "Stacey didn't leave school for nothing." The other girls murmured their agreement, and Susan added, "God, she stalked him like a psycho!"
"Why would she have an abortion, then?" Raye asked. "Sound like she'd want some connection to him. She'd probably keep the baby."
"That's just what I heard," Susan sniffed, annoyed. "Maybe she wasn't pregnant, but I think she was!"
There was a shuffling of feet and backpacks, and they left in a herd. After several minutes Serena carefully let herself out of the stall. To her shock Raye was still there, lost in moody introspection as she stared at her own deep black hair and pale complexion in the mirror. Serena's eyes widened and met Raye's in the mirror.
"Oh, eavesdropping," Raye remarked without malice. "I don't believe much of what Susan says. You shouldn't either."
Embarrassed, Serena shrugged. After a moment she added, "I don't really want to be the next notch though."
"Yeah. You gotta be careful." Raye was pragmatic. Always. Serena learned that fact quickly over the following months for, although she didn't know it at the time, she and Raye, along with Mina, were destined to become good friends–– the first truly good friends Serena had ever know.
But for the moment Serena was cautious. "What would you do, if you were me?" she asked.
"About Darien?"
Serena nodded.
"Do you really like him a lot?"
"I don't know." Yes.
"Then you've gotta play hard to get. One thing I know about Darien Shields, one thing everybody knows about him––he doesn't want an easy conquest."
"So, what am I supposed to do? Right now we're just sorta hanging out together. He called me up and we do something with a bunch of his friends."
"Never alone?" Raye arched one raven eyebrow.
"Sometimes…"
Serena didn't want to talk about that. It wasn't anybody's business but hers––and Darien's. Yet, she had questions. Questions about how far to go. Were other kids doing it? She wondered constantly. Should she?
Every since their first kiss, Serena had dreamed of something more. Passion, desire, aching need––just think about it made her blush. When she was kissing him she felt as if they were melded together. The only two people on earth. All that mattered.
Somewhere in the last few months they'd begun to trust each other. Gradually. She was Darien Shield's girl, now, or so people liked to say––and she liked them to say it. And it wasn't all just making too, either. Darien had warmed up in a way she wouldn't have thought possible.
In time she believed he would tell her he loved her.
"You gotta be cool," was Raye's advice. "Careful. Hide your feelings a little."
"Hide them?"
"Oh, yeah. The more you show, the more he knows he's got you."
Serena absorbed that news silently, knowing she would never be able to follow through. The impenetrable wall around her feelings had crumbled, disintegrated completely. She was so in love there was hope of erecting a new wall now. When he looked at her, really looked at her, she could read his thoughts and knew he was thinking of their private moments together. No, she couldn't act like she didn't care.
"You've got it bad, don't ya?" Raye shook her head. "Well, okay. Then you need a ton of advice, and I mean a ton. Do you think he loves you?"
"What?" This was bold, intimate talk. Serena hardly knew Raye.
"Don't be shy. Do you think he loves you?"
"I––I don't know."
"Tell me about a typical 'date' with Mr. All-American."
"Well, there really haven't been that many dates. He kinda comes over to the counter at Crown's and talks to me. Then he hangs around and fiddles with the napkin dispenser and Parmesan cheese…and…"
Did this sound as stupid as she though it did? Lord, she was an idiot!
"True love," Raye observed sarcastically.
"We did go with Andrew and Rita to a movie one night," Serena said defensively.
She didn't add that Andrew and Rita had made out like crazy in the back seat to and from the movie, and Rita had shot Serena sharp, distrustful looks all evening. It had nearly ruined Serena's time with Darien. She'd been forced to merely hold his hand in the front seat, too uncomfortable to even share a kiss with the two of them going at it. As soon as she and Darien were alone, he promised her they would never go out with them again. It was a promise Serena was easily glad of.
But since that time, things had heated up between them at an alarming rate––and Serena had done nothing to stop it.
A dangerous, dangerous game. It was incredible how fast things changed. From their first few times together, when Serena's pulse ran a few beats fast, to holding hands or feeling his arm thrown carelessly over her shoulders, to soft, stolen kisses, to a brush of his hand across her hair, ostensibly to pull it away from her face except that his hand lingered, sensuously stroking, before he seemed to recall himself––from those first times, things had progressed at lightning speed. Each time his gentle hands had explored a bit further, tenderly touching while "No" ran through her mind, left unsaid, until she decided that this, too, was okay.
So, where did it end?
"Have you made love?" Raye asked curiously.
"No!"
"Just asking."
"I don't think I should," Serena said with a hard swallow.
"Not if you want to keep him," Raye agreed. "But sometimes it's hard to say no and mean it. It seems like it would be cut and dried, but it never is."
"You sound like you know what you're talking about."
Raye wrinkled her nose. "My advice is this: just don't get along with him. He's a really attractive guy and things happen. Make him commit––but that won't happen, 'cause Darien Shields doesn't commit to any girl. Go out with someone else. Keep a lock on your heart. Make him work to win you, and if he doesn't even try, you haven't lost anything because he didn't care in the first place."
"Whoa." Serena's head reeled from Raye's clinical assessment.
"I've been through a few break-ups, okay?" Raye finally admitted. "They're not fun. This is your first guy right? Pardon me if I sound blunt, but Darien Shields' a bad choice for a boyfriend. Especially a first one. He's too cute, too popular, and basically too used to have everything come easy."
"I'm not easy."
Raye gave her a look Serena wasn't sure she liked. "Everyone knows you never have to go home. It's like it doesn't matter what you are––with that much freedom, you're every guy's dream."
"I'm not easy!" Serena repeated.
Raye nodded, as if she'd heard it all before. Then she suddenly broke into a grin. "Guys are stupid, aren't they? They make all these judgements on us and think they can get away with anything. It's total crap!"
"Total crap," Serena agreed. She smiled back. Raye was someone who spoke her language. She hadn't known there were girls at Crescent High who could. "So…?" she asked.
Raye didn't hesitate. "Go out with another guy. Meet someone new. Toy with some jerk's emotions like they toy with ours. It rotten, I know––" she spread her hands innocently "––but it's the only way I know how to come out on top."
"I don't think I could be that mean."
"Just wait for it. Some guy'll come along who's got his own ideas about what you need and how he'll give it to you. That's the guy who deserves to be slam-dunked. But not at first. Let Darien see that he's interested in you, then do it."
"Maybe that works for you––"
"It works for everybody. I'm telling you, if you shower Darien with attention he'll lose interest like that." She snapped her fingers. "You gotta be smart."
Serena went away from that conversation with two ideas beating at her brain: one, Raye was a friend worth pursuing, and two, holding on to Darien would be next to impossible without some sort of manipulative stratagem. Although a part of her rejected the idea straight out––it went completely against the grain!––another part recognised the wisdom of her words.
It was as if some distant, primeval feminine piece of herself that had known eons ago to use wiles and deception in order to keep the upper hand in a male-dominated world, suddenly sat up and grew ears. Yes, she needed to play this game. Yes, she needed another attentive male to play his particular role.
But who? How?
The answer dropped his lunch train on her table with a clatter. "Oops," he said, grinning like a stooge. Diamonde Campbell wasn't bad looking, was a great athlete and hailed from the wealthier side of Crescent Bay's tracks, but he was a zero in the charms department and Serena suspected there was Vacant sign glowing somewhere inside his head. Still…
It was child's play––frightening, really––how little she had to do to win Diamonde's attention: a small compliment here, an attentive look there, an expression of admiration when Diamonde waxed on about how great he was on the football field. Serena found it so easy, in fact, that she tried out her tactics on other member of the male gender and soon she surrounded by admirers who stumbled over themselves for the merest sign of her approval.
In the space of a few weeks her popularity quotient rocketed to the heavens. Now, not only did the guys talk about how great looking she was, they crowed about how much she liked them and how Serena Tsukino was halfway to being their girlfriend.
And Darien Shields glowered in silence while the Crescent High girls turned stony and bitter. Except Raye and Raye's friend, Mina. They alone understood what was going on because they though in larger terms. And they liked Serena and were willing to open the door to friendship––the best by-product of all.
It was a magical fall, made better by Darien's change of attitude. Gone was the cocky boy who charmed with the ease of long practise. In his place was a young man unsure of himself, whose discomfiture around Serena, and contained fury directed at her admirers, made him seem all the more desirable and finally, attainable, to her. It was sometime during those heady weeks that she realised she would make love to him. It was like an epiphany. He wanted her––he really wanted her––and she wanted him right back. How silly that they'd had to play this game to realise it, but better to play the game than never to understand the prize to be won.
Football season waxed on. Darien spent all his extra time––which wasn't much––around Serena. But she caught him driving by her house and although he'd quit stopping into talk to her at Crown's, on weekends he hung around outside in the Parlour's parking lot, talking with a bunch of his friends and hers.
Mina and Raye adopted Serena and would separate themselves from the pack to come and update her. It was as if they were double agents delivering top-secret coded messages.
"Notice the way he looks out of the corner of his eye at you. He's watching, all right," Mina would mumble, her head bent over Crown's menu as if she didn't already know every item by heart.
Raye sniffed. "Yeah, and he's not that good at it. He wants you to think he's talking to Rita and Caroline, but they're just there for show."
"You think so?" Serena asked, hoping it was true, needing to hear it again and again.
"Have I been wrong yet? God, I love it that you've got Darien Shields!"
"I don't have him," Serena reminded Raye.
"Oh, yeah? He's never been like this with anybody."
"We barely see one another anymore!"
"That's because the plan is working."
Mina snorted. "Besides, you can just tell he's into you by the way he acts."
"She's right. We've got a lot of body language going on." Raye shot a glance outside Crown's glass doors to where the group was standing around. Darien half turned to look, then pretended oblivion.
Mina and Raye both eyed Serena with "I told you so" grins on their faces. Serena smiled, pleased. They were right. IT was working! Except before the plan she and Darien had been closer. Now they'd taken ten steps backward. When would they make that giant leap forward?
"The guy is had," Raye assured her one night while Andrew, Darien and matt hung around joking with each other, shooting looks the girl's way.
"You really think so?" Serena gaze followed Darien's broad shoulders.
"Trust me. Have I been wrong yet?"
"No…"
But doubts remained, hanging just outside of reach. Serena still couldn't believe he loved her like she loved him. She'd blown off Diamonde Campbell long ago and pretty much ignored all the rest of the guy's attentions, but Darien had kept his distance and things weren't the same as they'd been at the beginning of school.
October melted into November and soon it was the end of the football season. The senior boy's last game neared and Serena and Darien were still at the same stalemate. Oh, they started going out together again, but there was no more hand-holding, no more soft kisses and touches, no more passionate touching.
Because she wasn't naturally manipulative, Serena suffered serious second thoughts about this plan to attract other male attention in an effort to make Darien see how desirable she was. All she wanted was to be with Darien, and she was tired of pretending that she wanted to play the field. It was a dumb game with even dumber consequences.
She was through with it.
The day of the last regular-season game she debated what to do. There were posters and an assembly and cheerleaders jumping around. Everyone was in a frenzy because this one game would determine whether the team would make it to the play-offs.
Big whoop.
Serena still believed football was a moronic sport made for Neanderthals. Except she couldn't quite shake the image of Darien in his uniform––formfitting black pants, blue and gold jersey stretched over muscles and pads. Arm cocked back for a spinning pass. Even she wasn't immune to that!
And since she wanted to be with Darien if that meant going to the game and rah-rah-rahing with the rest of the silly fans, so be it. She was tired of walking by and giving him a quick smile of interest only to flirt with some other guy. It wasn't her style. And as time passed, she deemed it wasn't even necessary.
So she went to the game and cheered the team on and was slightly ashamed of herself for falling into the fever of it. Every completed pass between Darien and Diamonde Campbell brought a scream of excitement from her throat. She was hoarse by the end of the game and was swept along with the crowd when they made a long line to welcome their conquering heroes.
Darien was nearly crushed to death by bear hugs from his own linemen. They lifted him up and down and pounded on their chests and howled like wolves, heads thrown back in victory. Darien just grinned, even when they doused his head with Gatorade and water.
Briefly, his eyes met Serena's. Briefly, a flicker of understanding passed between them. A spark of acknowledgement. A promise. Confused but excited, Serena waited on the track that surrounded the football field for all the congratulatory nonsense to end and for Darien to come to her.
It was inevitable, she told herself later, once everything was said and done. Like two planets on a collision course, there was, in the end, nothing to do but let the explosion happen. It was their fate; written in the stars. So she waited for him and he eventually came.
His entourage came with him, a steady stream of his groupies and parents and teachers and administrators all wanting to tell Darien how great he was. But Darien quickly eluded them and suddenly they talked very little. She climbed into the passenger seat of his car, let him drive to a secluded lane that abutted Shields property, made no protest as he held her hand and led her through the back gate and along a private path that approached the Shield tree house from the rear.
Silently, she followed him up the ladder to a clean, cosy room complete with a huge canvas hammock stretched from a post on one side to a metal ring screwed into the opposite wall next to real, paned window. Thick, wool plaid blankets were stacked in a pile and he grabbed one and spread it over the hammock.
Serena's heart beat fast. She watched him light an old hurricane lamp tucked onto a corner shelf and turn the wick low.
Shadows played on his face. He was all angles and serious intensity. He loomed over her, his palm caressing her face. She closed her eyes and a sigh escaped her lips. Finally, finally the moment was here. The moment was right.
When he kissed her, there was passion heating beneath his searching lips and Serena answered in kind. When he nibbled on her lower lip she was lost. When he gently bit her throat and laid tender kisses down her neck she was lost. Lost in the throes of passion. Eager to return every ounce of passion given to her, she reached behind and entangled her arms around his neck, hands in his lush hair.
His hands eventually explored further down her body while his lips meshed with hers. He gently but swiftly undid her coat, her blouse, her skirt… She lifted her arms to help him, and then she felt his fingers on her bra, softly, tentatively skimmed over her breast. Igniting an already burning fire in Serena. In return, she hurriedly shed Darien of his uniform and stared at his body, sleek muscles from football practice, shadows caressing them by the lamp. Her fingers followed their example and traced his shoulders, chest, back.
Darien moaned with her touch, gentle but exquisite torture. He crushed his lips to hers and demanded her mouth's full attention. His hands however, found another trail down her body, one hand massaged her breast and Serena had to break free to groan her pleasure and restock her supply of air. His other hand trailed lower still and lightly––oh so lightly––reached her panties. But no, instead he reached around and gripped Serena's behind in a firm grip and pulled her along his hardening length.
Both groaned at the sensations overcoming them. Replacing their control.
Looking back, she marvelled at how quickly things escalated, how quickly they'd fallen into a tangled heap on the softly swaying hammock. There'd been no laughter, just urgency. Urgent hands. Urgent mouths. Urgent bodies.
Their lovemaking had been quick but glorious, her brief moment of pain lost beneath the wonder of it all. She could still see the burnished light moving on his shoulders, the muscles working so smoothing they appeared to be oiled, the curve of his hip, the power of his thighs. She could feel his hardness, his hands exploring her anxiously, his body pumping rhythmically. His groans of ecstasy were burned into her memory. And the taste of him––goodness! His slightly salty flesh and sweet tongue were a delight she'd never again experience.
Now, goose bumps broke out on her flesh at the memory. Lips trembling, she took another gulp of vanilla mocha, heat staining her cheeks. No wonder she never reflected. Not only was it painful, it was embarrassing! How long had it been since she'd really thought about Darien like this? Had she ever?
Shaking her head in wonder, Serena blinked rapidly stunned to realise that she hadn't let herself think about Darien Shields, the maestro of lovemaking, since she'd run away from Crescent Bay. In all these years she'd never examined the reasons she and he collided and crashed with the force of two armies. She'd followed on her pain, her anger, and her responsibility, but not once had she really thought through those passionate moments in Darien's strong arms.
"Holey moley," she muttered now, aware of her rapidly beating heart and uneven breathing. The man still had way too much power over her. And he didn't even know it!
If she were smart, she would remember that her introduction to lovemaking had merely been a set up by the master of feminine conquests. Darien had clearly hung that hammock for one reason and one reason only. And if she was smarter yet, she would remember that couldn't have been his first guest there. She knew the names of his other women, for Pete's sake. She'd known even then. But had she thought about that while Darien pressed her willing flesh beneath his weight?
No. On that magical night her conscience slumbered and love blinded her. Blinded her and turned her deaf, as well. But not mute. Oh, no…she couldn't be that lucky! No. Instead, Serena Tsukino spent those hours whispering over and over again how much she loved him, aware that he wasn't repeating the pledge but unwilling to believe it was because he only wanted to score like he had all evening on the football field.
Rah, rah, rah.
Pinching the bridge of her nose, Serena fought back a tide of resentment. Sure, it was his fault, but it was hers, too. He was a bastard but she's been about as dumb as she could be. Raye had warned her; she'd warned herself. But no, no, no. Her own swelled head had gotten in her way! For a few weeks she'd actually believed Darien Shield loved her. Mr. Man-About-Town himself was in love with Serena Tsukino!
And then what happened––after that night of wonder, love and passion? Then what happened? Why, Darien Shields cooled right off, that was what he did.
He said adios and good riddance. And Serena Tsukino, silly little fool that she was, begged him to take her back.
Humiliation. Lord, she could scarcely look on those retched days following their lovemaking anymore than she could remember the physical act itself. Wounded, sick at heart, full of self-loathing and naked pain, she spun headlong into Diamonde's waiting arms.
And Darien punched Diamonde out. After school. The night of the first play-off game. Diamonde punched back and they were both ejected from the team, effectively ending Crescent High's chances of winning. The result was a slaughter while rained poured down on the depressed Crescent Bay fans who watched their broken team, struggling miserably and futilely against damning odds.
Everyone blamed Serena. She blamed herself. Except some part of her rejoiced. Darien must love her, mustn't he? She reasoned. He'd broken Diamonde's nose for her. He's gotten himself thrown off the team for her. That meant something, didn't it? Well, didn't it?
Yeah. It meant Darien wouldn't speak to her and it was only Diamonde who still wanted to see her. Not Darien. Never Darien. And although Serena ignored Diamonde and did her best to show Darien that she still loved him––to the point of employing Raye and Mina to try and plead her case, to the point of trying to plead her case with Andrew and Matt herself–– she only succeeded in driving him further away. She drove him to Caroline. To his own kind. To other people who lived "on the water" and away from riff-raff like Serena Tsukino.
And that was the way the rest of the year went––except for Valentine's day, which she wasn't going to think about because it didn't matter anymore and it was too depressing anyway––until one night in late May when the rhododendrons were in bloom in a rainbow of pink and blood red and lavender. The air was warm and smelled of romance and Darien, for reasons she never fully understood, was waiting for her when she got off work at Crown's.
They stared at each other nakedly and something broke wide open. When he dragged her into his arms and kissed her through her tears it was Serena whose heart and body betrayed her desire to rekindle their passion.
There was only one place on each of their minds: the tree house.
In the heart of their lovemaking, bathed by the warm light of the oil lamp, wrapped in each other's embrace, Serena forgot all her warnings to herself and let her heart speak.
"I love you," she moaned. "Don't leave me again."
"Serena…" he muttered, kissing her fervently. "What are you doing to me?"
"Don't say anything. Please don't say anything…"
They made love as if they were starving for each other––his body pressed urgently to hers, he own writhing with need, loneliness and love. His mouth was hot with possession and her limbs melted beneath him.
She should have demanded an answering vow of love and commitment. She should have been more careful. She should not have mistaken the ragged desire in his voice for something more.
Now, years later, Serena drew a shuddering breath and pushed her empty cup aside. She covered her face with her hands, then raked her fingers through her hair, tugging on the ends to feel the pain, as if she needed to be reminded. Her mouth twisted in irony. How strange that it was she who'd ended up leaving him.
Because of that last night together.
The night their daughter Rini was conceived.
Don't worry, the confrontation will come soon enough.
Most likely in the chappie after next ok?
Next chapter; you meet Rini!
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