Hey Guys! What's Up? It' Your Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Jaya, wswinging in to bring you another one-shot!
And before I get into the one-shot I just wanted to say, I am sosososososososososososososososososososososo soooooo Sorry about not updating for like a month. I feel awful. But life just got really crazy, we had friends staying with us from out of state, for a week, and and there were 10 people in our house! My birthday happened, I got a knee injury which is gonna take 6 weeks to heal (at least) and it's been 3 weeks already, so half way there! So that's been kinda hard. And then school, and there's been sickness going around my house the past week and a half. Anyway things have just been CrAzY! and I haven't had time to update. I've been working on this one-shot for about 3 weeks and I finally finished it! i got a little bit of writer's block while writing it so it took awhile to finish, but to make up for the lack of updates this chapter is 5,814 words long! That's my longest chapter/one-shot ever on fanfiction! Whoop! Whoop!
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FantasyGirl1329: (XD after reconnecting with Doughnut Girl and talking about MBs I almost wrote FantasyGirl12 =P) XD well you know now since you read some of the chapter. But I finally finished it! And you'll be happy because next is a continuation of "You can always step back" with Billy! And I'm using that idea you gave me with him going to Peter's school. =D
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Guest: Hmm...maybe I'll have to see if I can come up with a good enough reason for that. XD But we get a little talk from a JJJ fan's side of the story in this fic. and if you want to read another fic about JJJ My first fanfiction story is called "Masked Menace" and it's about JJJ. =) if you wanted to check that out. =)
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And without furthur ado, let's get into the one-shot!
Rating: T (because I'm paranoid)
Time-Line: A Few weeks after "When No One Else Knows"
Summery: Alice Dolford is just enjoying a nice cozy day inside while it's pouring rain outside. When an injured Spider-Man literally drops onto her balcony. So of course it's up to her and her husband Bill to help him. But things get a little messy when their nephew comes to visit after school and he quickly discovers that Spider-Man is there. Buuuut he thinks Spider-Man is a menace. Uh-Oh
Spider-Man was having a really rotten day.
He had been out on patrol for several hours and was exhausted.
He had stopped 6 robberies, 2 attempts at kidnapping, 4 muggings, and a huge apartment fire. Luckily he and the fire department had been able to get everyone out, and it had started raining, which put the fire out. But now it was pouring rain, thundering, lightning.
Spidey was coughing from the smoke inhalation, and shivering from the cold of the rain. He was about to call it a night and just go home, so that he could change into some nice dry clothes, when he heard a scream. Sighing, He swung in the direction of the scream. He landed in a dark ally way, but it was hard to see, due to the pelting rain, and it being 8:00 at night.
He turned went to turn on his night vision, but found he had apparently forgotten to charge it. He just sighed. Could this day get any worse?
He slowly crept along the wall where he could hear someone whimpering.
"Come on, hand it over." A gruff voice said.
Spidey was able to make out about 6 guys, who all looked like they had football player, builds. Two of them were pointing guns at a group of girls, and the others all had knives, or other weapons. He was able to make out about 3 girls. They looked to be about 15 or 16
Spidey landed behind them making enough noise to get their attention off the girls. "Ah, Ah, Ah," Spidey said shaking his finger at them, as if they were children who were misbehaving. "Didn't your parents ever tell you not to take other people's things?" He said, in a scolding voice.
One of the men, (who he assumed was the gang's leader) "Get him." then they all came at him. "Easy Peasy." Spidey thought, about to shoot a web at the leader to knock the gun out of his hand when all he heard was, "Spiffft, Spiffft," Out of web fluid. Great.
Instead, he went to kick the gun out of the guy's hand, but the man just grabbed his foot, tossing him to the ground. Spidey hit the ground, immediately, rolling to the side to avoid a kick, and jumping back up.
Then one of the goons with a knife came at him, and tried to hit him, but his Spidey Sense warned him just in time, and he dodged it. He jumped up landing on another goon's shoulders, and this one had a knife and managed to give him a long cut on his leg as he jumped up.
Spidey hissed in pain, but didn't have time to dwell on the injury since another goon game at him with a gun, he shot several times the the 3 girls screaming, as they dropped to the ground covering their heads,as soon as the gun started going off.
"BANG! BANG! BANG!" The gun kept going off, normally Spidey would've webbed the gun so it couldn't shoot, but he was out of web fluid. So instead he settled for leading the fight away from the girls, and trying not to get turned into Spider Swiss Cheese. Spidey allowed himself a couple second breather as the man reloaded, and Spidey dropped down from his place on the wall, about to land on the goon that was reloading, when the other one with a gun shot 3 bullets. "BANG! BANG! BANG!" At first Spidey was confused, since they guy completely missed him it didn't even come close to-oh no. Everything seemed to slow down as the bullets zipped through the air towards the girls who had been trying to escape.
Before he could even think about the stupidity, recklessness, or overall how much it would hurt. He jumped in front of the girls, shielding them with his own body. The first bullet missed them all together. The second bullet grazed Spider-Man's shoulder. The third embedded itself in Spidey's leg.
Spidey cried out in pain, falling to the ground. Luckily, the girls had managed to escape though.
On of the crooks came over to where Spidey had crumpled to the ground, He was disoriented due to his injuries, and his vision was blurry due to the heavy rain, and blood loss.
The crook aimed a gun at Spidey. "You loose, Spider-Man." The crook said grinning. Spidey sucked in a breath, knowing what he was about to do would hurt.
He swung his leg out knocking the crook to the floor, and for the next 2 minutes it was all a blur of kicks and punches and knifes, and crooks falling to the ground unconscious.
Finally Spider-Man hear the sound of sirens coming his way. Good. the girls must of called the police. Spidey gingerly made his way up the side of the building. Although it was harder to do since the surface was wet, and he was wet, and his leg had a long gash going down it, and a bullet in it.
He quickly stumbled away from the crime scene. He didn't want to deal with all the paper work the police would have him do. Especially since he was injured.
He was so out of it that he landed on the edge of a rooftop, and stumbled and slipped till he slid off the edge.
Peter screamed, arms failing as he tried to find something to grab onto. Then he landed on something. Hard. The wind got knocked out of him, he was soaked to the bone, injured and exhausted. And within moments he was unconscious.
...
Alice Dolford, was sitting in her living room knitting, with the news playing quietly in the background. Although you could barely hear it due to the storm.
It was a really big storm. Pouring Rain, Thunder, Lightning. She was just glad she was indoors. She actually didn't mind being inside although she was a little disappointed that she and the optimists club hadn't been able to go roller skating in entral park due to the storm, but she was finally able to work on the scarf she had been meaning to finish.
But suddenly there was a loud, BANG! Making Alice jump nearly a foot in the air. She took a few seconds to calm down from her fright, then listened a few minutes thinking maybe it had just been thunder, but she still had an uneasy feeling.
She set her knitting things down, and went over to look out the sliding glass door that lead to her balcony, since that's where the noise seemed to come from.
And what she saw made her gasp in shock. Sprawled out on her balcony, laid Spider-Man, unmoving.
Less then a minute later she heard her front door open. "Ally! I'm home!"
"Oh good. Bill! Could you come here?" She called.
Her husband came quickly. "What's wrong he asked?" Before he followed her eyes to the balcony. He gasped, jaw dropping, and eyes widening.
"Oh pish, posh. Don't just sit there slack jaw and bug eyed." Alice said after a few moments. "You go ahead and bring him in. We can put him in the guest bedroom."
"But-" Bill began,
"No buts! Go ahead and bring him in. We can't very well leave him out there in the middle of a storm now can we?" She said in a voice that left no room for argument.
Bill quickly put in his coat, and went out onto the balcony, shivering as the cold rain imeadiatly started pounding on him soaking through his coat in a matter of moments.
Cautiously he reached a hand out and touched the masked hero, ready to jump back if he suddenly grabbed him or something.
All that happened was the vigilant moaned a little, making Bill jump, before going silent again.
Bill put his arms under the hero's knees, and arms, lifting him up. He was a lot lighter then he expected.
He quickly moved back indoors, not wanting to stay out in the pelting rain any longer then he had to.
Alice came over to him seeming to check over the hero. "Oh dear me. He's injured. I'll go get some towels, then you can put him on the guest bed." She said going off to the linen closet. He headed towards the guest bedroom. And just as he got there, his wife came in the room laying some towels down on the bed.
"Go ahead and lay him on it-gently now."Alice instructed him.
Bill carefully laid Spidey on the towels that were on the bed. He sucked in a sharp breath. "That's a nasty cut on his leg Ally. Do you think you can get the first aid kit?"
"Already got it." She told him handing it too him.
Bill nodded, taking the kit form her. He opened it up, and put on a pair of gloves, before getting the disinfectant wipe out.
"Okay Ally, I need you to clean his leg while I hold him down." She nodded, and after she put on a pair of gloves as well she took the disinfectant from him.
He held Spidey's chest, and legs down, and nodded to Alice. As soon as the disinfectant touched the gash, Spidey let out a chocked scream, and unconsciously lurched forward. Bill quickly held him down, which was a bit of a struggle since the boy was so strong.
Eventually Spidey's screams just turned to weak whimpers, and occasional groans. Bill sighed in relief as soon as Alice said she was finished with the disinfectant.
"Shoot." He heard her say. "What's wrong?" Bill asked worried. "He...He has a bullet wound...and the bullet is still in it." Alice said turning pale.
"Let me see." He said moving toward Spidey's leg. He took one look at the hero's leg before saying, "We need to take him to a hospital."
"Nnnnnggghhhh." Spidey groaned, before whimpering. He moaned a few more times before he seemed to become aware. Well not very aware, but conscious.
"What-" Spidey started before breaking into a coughing fit. It sounded like smoke inhalation. Bill thought.
Bill used to be a paramedic, so he had heard that kind of cough many, many times before.
"Where-" He started again before he broke into another hacking fit. He sounded awful, wheezing his breaths hardly sounding healthy anymore.
During his coughing, Alice had disappeared, and just returned with a glass of water. Quickly taking the hero's mask off, and using one hand to hold the glass of water to his lips, and the other to support his head, she helped him drink the water till he wasn't at rick of hacking up a lung anymore.
All Bill could do was stare at her slack jawed. She had just unmasked Spider-Man and was acting as if it was no big deal! She didn't even hesitate to do so!
And what shocked Bill the most was how young Spider-Man looked! Sure he had guessed he was young by his voice the couple times he'd seen him on TV or caught him swinging by. But he guessed maybe 25. But now he was guessing around 17 or 18.
Spidey's groan as Alice took the glass away from his mouth, is what brought him out of his thoughts.
"A-Alice?" Spidey moaned. "W-Why a-are you h-here? W-W-Where a-am I-I?" He stuttered.
"Well I live here Peter." She chuckled dryly. Bill had no clue what was going on so somehow his wife knew Spider-Man's identity. And his name was supposedly "Peter"? Could this day get any weirder?
"You crashed onto our balcony, and were out cold. so we brought you in and started to clean your leg off. We...We found a bullet wound and the bullet is still in it...So, we're going to take you to the hospital. Okay?" Alice told him.
"N-No!" "Peter" said urgency in his weak voice. "Y-You can't. T-They'll r-run t-tests o-on my blood and s-see i-it's different. T-Then t-they'll find o-out m-my identity. I-I c-can't g-go t-to a hospit-tal." He said coughing at the end. His eyes squeezing shut in pain.
Alice sighed, gently running her fingers through his hair, like she used to do when their son was a boy and he got sick.
"Peter, we can't just leave the bullet there."
"Please." He choked out "N-No hospitals." He would've told them to use his communicator to call Fury, but it was scrap metal from the fire earlier.
Finally Bill sighed, rubbing his eyes. "I...I know how to remove the bullet." He sighed. Since he used to be a paramedic, he had learned that kind of thing, and had removed more bullets then he'd like to think about. "It'd...It'd be easier if it was done at the hospital but...I can do it here." He said biting his lip.
He had a pretty advanced first aid kit due to his former job, and he went to get it.
Peter moaned again curling in on himself slightly. "E-Everything...hurts" He whimpered.
Alice nodded, continuing to card her fingers through his hair. "I know. But you're gonna be alright." She frowned slightly, noticing that he had fever.
"On top of being injured he's probably sick from being out in the rain." She thought to herself.
Once Bill got back he began the process of getting the bullet out of Peter's leg. And it was no picnic, Peter whimpered, and screamed, and cried. They had to do it with him awake since they didn't have anesthesia gas.
It was a long painful process, and after he had stitched up the bullet wound, and the long gash on his leg, and he had treated the cut on his shoulder, and he had wrapped his leg in bandages. He snapped his gloves off, and started to put the first aid kit away. Peter just laid there, quietly crying, face buried in Alice's lap where she kept stroking his hair, whispering soothing words to him.
"I-Is i-it o-o-ov-ver-r?" Peter whimpered, curling in on himself.
"Yes. It's over. You can rest now Peter." Alice soothed.
Peter just whimpered again, his heavy eyes closing. And within moments he was asleep. Or maybe even unconscious.
Bill put a cold wash cloth on the back of Peter's neck while he slept. And then covered him with a blanket, before he left the room, making sure to leave the door open in case Peter should awake and need anything.
He sighed sitting on the couch next to his wife. There was a moment of silence before- "How did you find out?" He asked looking at her.
Alice sighed, before explaining to her husband from the beginning. How Spider-Man helped her with her groceries, how they played video games, how she went over to May Parker's house for dinner, and thought her nephew sounded familiar, before she finally connected all the dots, telling them that she figured out he was Spider-Man and them confirming it. And how she had met up with them a couple more times, and how Peter had retold some adventure of him being Spider-Man, and all that jazz.
Well Bill was defiantly shocked to say the least. "Well...I guess that sums it up." He chuckled dryly. "I just still can't believe how...young he is." Bill told her.
She nodded in agreement. Then there was a series of knocks on their apartment door. They both looked at each other in question, before both going to answer the door.
"Oh! Edmund dear, what are you doing here? And soaked to the bone! Come in! Come in!" Alice fussed, bringing him inside once she saw who was at the door.
Edmund was their grandson. He came over fairly often since he lived very close by, and his school was right down the street from their apartment. But he didn't usually come over unannounced.
"Hey Nana. Mom didn't want me walking home in this storm, and told me to come here since you guys were closer. She said she would text you, but maybe she didn't have a good signal." He said walking in, drying off with the towel she gave him.
Edmund was at their house so often, he kept a couple spare changes of clothes in the guest bedroom dresser. So he automatically went to the guest bedroom to get dry clothes.
As soon as he started to opened the door his grandparents both called out for him to stop.
He had already seen Spider-Man laying on the bed, mask off, leg covered in bandages, sleeping.
His jaw dropped, and the towel and backpack he had been holding dropped to the floor.
"What the Heck?!" the 13 year old exclaimed.
"Why is that MENACE in your GUEST BEDROOM, never the less, UNMASKED?!" He yelled, shocked.
Bill led Edmund away from the guest bedroom on to the couch as they began to explain what happened. (But when it came to Spider Man's identity they didn't reveal it. Edmund wasn't the most...trustworthy boy. Especially when it came to things like this.
"You mean to tell me you're helping the city's menace? Haven't you read the paper? Or watched the news? That "superhero" " He said making quotation marks with his fingers, "Is a Menace! How could you be helping him?!" Edmund exploded.
Edmund's dad had a very strong opinion about superheros, and when it came to them he couldn't stand them. ANY of them. His opinion?
(A/N: Just a quick reminder the avengers I'm using are the ones that appear in the USM TV show. So I'm not talking about the out of control hulk that banner is in the movies, I mean the one that helps A-Bomb run a web show and gives his friends noogies. So yeah, just a reminder. ;) )
Captain America- He thinks he's above everyone else and is just out to get everyone's money, with all his "Captain America Themed Things"
Iron Man- A self absorbed millionaire who cares about no one but himself, and was trying to blow up New York with that missile and it happened to vere off course into the worm hole
Thor- A god sent from who knows where, trying to get everyone to think he's a hero just so he can later destroy humanity.
Hawkeye- A mysterious archer who has skills that are dangerous enough that no one could stop him if he ever lost it he would try to take over the city
Black Widow- A dangerous assassin is is just posing as a hero, but is still really working for bad people trying to take over the world
Falcon- A man in a powerful suit that is a safety hazard to anyone flying an airplane, and if the suit ever malfunctioned it could kill hundreds of people
The Hulk- A Big Rampaging Monster who needs to be destroyed for public safety
Spider-Man- A masked menace who has no respect for public property or collateral damage, and is out to destroy New York.
And since that was all Edmund heard about, about these heroes, it would make sense why he wouldn't like Spider-Man.
"Edmund, all that is made up." Alice told him. "I personally know Spider-Man and he is nothing but selfless, and wonderful!" She told him.
"Well I don't think so." He grumbled. Alice sighed seeing there was no changing her grandson's mind
Suddenly they all heard a loud CRASH! and someone crying out.
All of them rushed into the guest room where they saw Spider-Man laying on the floor jumbled up in all the blankets, confusion, and pain written on his face.
Bill and Alive quickly went to help him up. Edmund just stood in the doorway arms crossed stiffly across his chest.
After they helped untangle Peter from the blankets, he slumped forward, breathing harshly. "What happened? How did you end up on the floor sonny?" Bill questioned.
"I-" he started, but cut himself off, hissing in pain, hand going towards his leg.
"Shoot." Bill said, looking at the hero's leg. "He re-opened his stitches."
After moving him back onto the bed he went to get the first aid kit again.
"Where I am?" Peter choked out.
He blinked rapidly his vision finally coming back into focus. "A-Alice?" He asked.
"Yes Peter it's me. How ever did you end up on the floor?" She asked, baffled.
"I...I didn't know where I was, s-so I tried to g-get up and my leg h-hurt, and I fell." He mumbled.
Alice sighed. "Don't you remember Peter?" You fell onto our balcony, and we stitched up your leg?"
"N-Not really." He admitted, brow furrowing in thought. "Wait...who's we?" He asked looking alarmed "My husband Bill."
"O-Oh." Peter said, not really sure what else to say. he cleared his throat. "D-Does, he, uh...know...?"
She nodded. "But don't worry, he won't tell anyone." She reassured him quickly.
"Well I never said I wouldn't tell." Said a smirking Edmund from the doorway.
Alice glared at her insensitive grandson as he walked over sitting on the edge of the bed.
"Who a-are you?" Peter asked, eyes wide with fear, knowing that more people knew his identity.
"I'm Edmund." Peter still looked confused. Edmund rolled his eyes. "I'm their grandson." He sighed, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
Peter just looked pale I the thought of his identity getting out.
"Well, you better not tell anyone. And we will be having a serious discussion about this young man." Alice said sternly giving a glare that would probably make Doc Ock think twice about going within 10 yards from her.
Even Peter felt a little afraid. But Edmund seemed unfazed (the little brat)
"Whatever." He said rolling his eyes. Alice just huffed, standing up, telling Peter she was going to go re-soak the washcloth for his fever, and warned Edmund not to pull any tricks while she was gone.
""So how old are you?" Edmund immediately asked. Peter scoffed. "You already said you would blab about my identity, so why would I tell you that?"
"Well I'll find out soon enough." Edmund told him coldly.
"Guessing you're a Jameson fan." Peter said, not even making it a question.
"Obviously. He seems to be one of the few people in this city who understands that we shouldn't let people in masks roam around the city and beat up people who they think are in the wrong. What if the people in the masks are wrong and they start beating up the good guys?" Edmund argued.
"Dude, I'm a good guy here, I just go around stopping crime, trying to make the police's job a little easier. Besides, the police can't stop everything, like purse snatchings, and kid's cats stuck in trees." Peter said trying to show he wasn't a bad guy.
"Yeah? Well if all you do is good, then why do you wear a mask? You must've done something awful enough to make you have to hide your face. Otherwise you would show it. Let everyone know who you are so you could be even more famous, like Captain America, or Tony Stark." Edmund spat out.
Peter sighed.
"Edmund, you're pretty young, and probably don't know this. But in the super hero business, you make enemies. Lots and Lots of enemies. People that are really evil and can't stand it when you do good. People who try to take over the world. And they don't like it when people get between them and their evil schemes. But they don't just not like what you do, they hate you for it. They hate you so much they'll do anything to break you and...not just physically. They want to destroy you. Tear you apart, destroy everything you believe in. Everything you love. And to do that they can't just go after you. Yes, they can physically hurt you. But to truly break someone, you have to go after things they care about. Like family, and friends, and loved ones."
Peter shut his eyes, grimacing, thinking back to when Uncle Ben died, when he thought Ben had died. When Ben and Ock went after Aunt May and tried to break him... He opened his eyes giving a sad sort of smile to Edmund, who was silent this whole time drinking in every word he said.
"They'll try to kill them. Destroy them. Right there in front of you and leave you helpless to do anything about it. I've come so close to loosing my family and friends so many times to villains." He chuckled, but it was dry and humorless.
"And I've lost lots of people too...If I don't wear a mask people find out my identity and go after my loved ones. I don't want them getting hurt, or...or worse. I've already had some people discover my identity, and I almost lost my family because of it. I can't let my identity get out. I could never forgive myself if I let another family member die."
Peter finished his voice dead serious, and the room full of tension.
"Then...if it costs you...and your loved ones so much pain...Why are you Spider-Man?" Edmund asked genuinely confused.
Peter sighed again. "You really wanna know? It's not a happy story." Peter said, rubbing the back of his neck grimacing.
Edmund hesitated a moment, but nodded.
"Okay then...Well, I was bitten by a radio active Spider that people had been experimenting on...at first I got really sick. But the next day I woke up and I found out I had all these powers, I wanted to test them out...so that night I went out around the city and tried them out. I was just goofing around...I went back home and my Uncle Ben was mad, I hadn't answered any of their calls, or told them where I was going. And he was mad, so I got mad and I stormed out...I was just gonna go for a walk, cool off and then go back and apologize... I went to a store, and was gonna buy a soda, I was only a few cents short...ugh, it was so stupid." Peter said, voice wobbling his eyes burning with unshed tears.
"The Clerk wouldn't let me get it cause I was a few cents short, and told me to leave, saying rude things, telling me not to come if I didn't even have the money to afford anything. And...I was just standing outside the story still, and I was mad at the clerk, and-" He took a deep breath to steady his voice.
"I was just lost in my thoughts, and I heard shouting. I looked up and saw a guy, with a gun, running out of the store with a fist full of cash. The store Clerk yelled out to me, told me to stop him, grab him, anything...But I was selfish. I wanted to get back at him for being rude...so I stepped out of the way...I let the guy go...I would do anything...to change that now. Apparently Uncle Ben had gone out to look for me, I was on my way home...I, I heard a gun shot and then saw a car speeding away. It...It was my Uncle's car. I ran over and my Uncle Ben was there, on the ground. The man I had let escape from that store, had shot my Uncle, to steal his car and escape. And, Uncle Ben died there, right before he died, that day he had told me...That with great power comes great responsibility. I live by that saying everyday now..."
"For months after that I started going out in this make shift costume, and was looking for my Uncle's killer, when I found him...I had him cornered. But I let him go, I let the police arrest him, and decided not to kill him...It's not what Uncle Ben would've wanted. He said with great power comes great responsibility. If I have the power to help, then it's my responsibility to help. So I made a costume, came up with the name spider-Man and started fighting crime. I can't just stop doing that. As long as I have the power to help others, then it's my responsibility to do so." Peter finished, swallowing the lump in his throat, after telling his emotional backstory.
"Wow...I...uh...didn't know that." Edmund said, awkwardly. Peter was defiantly a lot more than a normal super hero.
Alice came back in the room, having overheard, some of their conversation. She gave Peter the washcloth, and put it on the back of his neck telling him to get some rest.
As soon as they were out in the hallway, Alice told Edmund. "Now you better not go blabbing his secrets."
Edmund just nodded. And thought. Maybe. Just Maybe Spider-Man wasn't a Menace after all.
And as soon as the storm cleared, and they were able to get a hold of Aunt May she called Shield, and they brought Peter to The Tricarrier Med-Bay to recover.
And as for Edmund? Well let's just say, he may have started to agree less when people talked about Spidey being a menace, made less snarky comments about how awful Spider-Man was whenever his grandparents talked about the hero, and he started to see Spider-Man in a new light.
Spider-Man was defiantly more than a super hero.
THE END
I hope ya'll enjoyed that one-shot and that the length of it helped to make up for the lack of updates recently.
As some of you may have noticed I based his origin story more off of the Andrew Garfield Spider-Man's then the Toby Mcguire ones, mostly cause I just didn't want to go into the whole wrestling match thing.
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