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"I've become
impossible
holding on to when
when everything seemed to matter more
the two of us
all used and beaten up
watching fate as it flows
down the path we have chose

you and me
we're in this together now
none of them can stop us now
we will make it through somehow
you and me
if the world should break in two
until the very end of me
until the very end of you…

the farther I fall I'm beside you
as lost as I get I will find you
the deeper the wound I'm inside you
for ever and ever I am a part of…

you and me
we're in this together now
none of them can stop us now
we will make it through somehow
you and me
even after everything
you're the queen and I'm the king
nothing else means anything."

We're in This Together: Nine Inch Nails


12. Uninvited

Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump.

The rapid crescendo of Edward's heart beat was the only sound surrounding me, Carlisle, and Tanya, as we stood in the near darkened forest- James and his coven of two closing in.

In the near distance, the muted sounds of the three rogue vampires increased as the crunch from the dead, brittle leaves beneath them signaled their arrival. As their figures became visible, the atmosphere surrounding us shifted- the uncertainty so thick I could taste it on my tongue.

"Do you smell that?" Edward, who had once been steadfast in the spot beside me asked. He was now slowly slipping his sinewy frame to stand behind me- a position he had refused only moments before to take. I dared not turn my head to look at him, or question his motives, needing all my senses to remain fixated and acute on the gangly, dirty-blonde man that now stood less than one-hundred feet before me.

"Yes," I breathed, inhaling the scents around me. I could clearly make out the two distinct scents of the male and female that stood beside James. Their own fragrance replicated James, their maker. James still carried the same woodsy clove aroma that I recalled from when he was human…but there was something more…something feminine that wrapped around him…something I hadn't caught that first night he awoke from the change- as I was too wrapped up in the turmoil of what had transpired.

From the distance the scent was light, floral- the cool autumn breeze only giving me a taste. "He doesn't smell like you, Bella," Edward chided quietly, not bothering to conceal the mirth in his tone. I didn't answer Edward but was well aware of the fact that James did not carry my scent…me his supposed maker…or so I had thought.

It was a well known fact amongst vampires that each and every one of us carried a distinct scent…a marking…something that would stay with us for all eternity as a reminder of exactly who we belonged to…who gave us our immortality, our life. I carried Carlisle's, Tanya carried Azrael's, her scent sweet and slightly similar to Edward's but not as potent. And James…well James was carrying Esme's.

Fuck, I've been so naïve…

Without thought I looked at Carlisle and Tanya, noticing that they too had caught this detail as well. Carlisle's eyes were wide; near enraged as his nostrils flared, breathing in heavy doses of the air as James came near, the floral perfume that was all Esme thickening around us.

Oh my god. It was her all along…Tanya thought with astonishment as she took the chance to glance at Carlisle before returning her gaze on James' small coven.

It was now more than evident to me, as well as Tanya, just as to whose venom had clearly turned James so many years ago. I knew Carlisle was no stranger to the familiar bouquet of pheromones that shrouded Esme's being, and I was certain that as James practically dangled it beneath Carlisle's nose, Carlisle would never deny who was responsible for the vampire before us then...and most likely now.

Her scent…it's strong, she's been near him recently…Carlisle thought, unable to think her name, before going over the last few days events in his mind. He was trying to remember a time where Esme may have knowingly deceived him.

God, all the times I wasn't home, or I had to go away for business…she's had plenty of opportunity to be unfaithful, deceitful…he continued mentally but I dared not speak aloud, not wanting to make James aware of our new found knowledge. However, I found myself still scanning Carlisle's thoughts but coming up empty- too many black holes, too many distractions- his thoughts too erratic.

I turned to James, trying to tune into his internal voice once more, as well as his brood, but was unable to as Carlisle's recollections of his and Esme's past began screaming at me from his mind. A continuous slew of mumbled emotions, conglomerated together attacked me, overriding everyone else's thoughts surrounding me.

Fuck my head hurts.

Vaguely I could see the minute details he and Esme had ever spent with one another, before he began questioning every word or promise she had ever made to him. The last memory that haphazardly swept through his mind was the night James was bitten. The night Esme had attacked him, apparently injecting enough venom for James' transformation to take place.

And to think…all these years…I fucking blamed myself…I thought it was me that gave him that final dose…

My heart ached for Carlisle as I watched James proceed closer. I knew that eventually we would discuss this, but now was not the time, nor the place.

It was glaringly obvious who lead this small coven as James made sure to orient his body in such a manner so that a dark-haired man followed on one side, and a startling red-head flanked the other.

Instinctively, Tanya, and Carlisle sidled closer to my side, all three of us now a protective barricade for Edward behind us. Our sudden change of position caused James to halt. His eyes were alight with questions, though his body was charged with the prospect of a challenge.

I tried to focus on the vampire before me, and the partial one behind me, but my mind decided to go back to not so long ago after I had bitten Edward for the first time. His words now repeating like a broken record within my own cognizance, "Your venom…it's sterile or some shit."

Shit, he was right. I'm fucking defective, I thought glumly.

"Bella," Edward whispered sternly, nudging me roughly in the back with his clenched knuckles, as if knowing I was lost in my own thoughts. His touch snapped me back to where I needed to be the most, here.

Dejectedly, I made eye contact with James, unable to withhold the chill that ran up my spine as his head tilted slightly to the side, a smile creeping over his blood tinged lips.

His features were no different than the last time I had seen him; clean lines and narrow eyes still a disturbing deep burgundy. His hair was pulled back, as was his habit. His feet were bare, and his clothes worn and frayed from travel. James was nomadic as a human so his appearance before me now came as no surprise.

Well, well, well…James finally thought, head still tilted, as Edward moved forward- pressing his chest gently against my back. I could feel Edward's heat, his life, radiate through our clothes. His heartbeat, strong, and unwavering pulsed against my back, reverberating through my hollow frame, assuring me of his presence.

"Do you trust me?" Edward asked; his body unnoticeably bent as his warm breath careened over the shell of my outer ear in a placid whisper. I could feel his lips teasingly graze the sensitive skin there as he spoke, causing my body to shudder with an untimely desire.

Breathlessly, I replied, "yessss."

Before Edward retreated, he spoke once more, quickly and subdued- his words a haunting reminder of the fragility of all of us, not just him alone. "Good …until we meet again, love," he said before placing a chaste kiss on the tender flesh right below my ear.

My body shook as his warmth subsided, my phantom heart constricting with his absence, and a fear like no other crept its way up my spine. I shook my head, trying to clear it of its fog as I focused once more on the three vampires before me.

"Carlisle, Tanya…Isabella," James nodded in greeting, still keeping his distance. "Funny, I never thought we would meet again."

"Well, the world is only so big James. It was bound to happen sooner or later…unfortunately," Tanya snipped, causing James to allow his head to fall back, releasing a sarcastic snicker.

"Ah, Tanya, you were always the amusing one…weren't you?" he asked sharply, eyes narrowed at her. "I see you are still without a mate. Why is that dear, Tanya?" James prodded, his tenor voice generic, like one heard in a luxury car commercial. "What? Cat got your tongue?"

Tanya scowled, while a low rumble could be heard rising up her chest. "Fuck off, James," she retorted.

"Well, James," Carlisle said stepping forward, not offering his hand. "It has definitely been quite some time since our last meeting." I could see the tension in Carlisle's jaw as he spoke. He was trying to keep a cool façade but it was slowly slipping.

"I don't need the reminder, Carlisle. I'm not here to reminisce," James said, glaring first at Carlisle then me.

"Well let me get this out of the way, then. I am not quite sure as to what has brought you to this area," Carlisle continued, ignoring James' glare, "but I am certain you have not forgotten mine and my family's preferred diet. So please, if you and your coven plan to be here for a while I must ask that you refrain from hunting in this immediate area. We keep residence here and-"

The three of them laughed, interrupting Carlisle, the red head seemingly more amused than the others.

Assholes…Carlisle thought, and my jaw fell slightly open with his use of expletive.

"Oh, that's right. How could I have possibly forgotten?" James mocked, walking closer, eyes still fixed on me. "The perfect Cullen's consider themselves to be 'vegetarians,'" he ridiculed, creating quotation marks with his fingers. "Though…from the looks of him," he pointed directly passed me right at Edward, "it looks like that diet has been forgone…has one of you fallen off the wagon…Isabella?" he taunted.

Quickly, I chanced a glance at Edward, only to find him with his head bowed, eyes on the ground below him, and his hands stuffed deep into the pockets of his jeans. Shocked at his submissive stature, I tried to get him to look at me but he refused, shaking his head like a frightened child, his body cowering and flinching as I reached a tentative hand towards him.

"Edward?" I asked, before pulling my hand away. He looked vulnerable…completely human.

Oooooh.

"Aw, he's scared, Isabella. Well, he should be," James snipped, stepping closer. "And look at you, still so sweet, Isabella. Still so…atten-tive," he enunciated, his body now only a few feet from where I stood, slowly advancing.

"Oh," he said, stopping right before me, nostrils flaring as he picked up mine and Edward's mingled scent in the breeze. "What's this?" he exclaimed in surprise, eyes blackening as he looked Edward over reaching out past my shoulder to touch him. "I can see why you're so caring of this human," he said, feigning interest as he licked his lips. "I was right, he does smell absolutely delectable. Come now, Isabella, why not let me have a taste…for old time's sake, hmm?" James' eyebrows rose suggestively as his finger touched the thickened crescent scar upon Edward's neck…my mark.

Out of nowhere a feral snarl ripped from my throat as I slapped James' outstretched hand away, immediately crouching before Edward, one hand gripped around his warm forearm. "Don't you ever fucking touch him again, James, I'm warning you. There will be no tasting of anyone, understand?" I hissed, taking a step back, my free arm outstretched to block access to the man behind me. I knew that James' intimate gesture was more than just curiosity; it was a threat, something to not be taken lightly.

James took another step forward, his eyes remaining on the prize. "Oh…I see," he said soothingly before gripping my chin within his fingers. I remained calm, relaxed, unwilling to show any weakness or sign of faltering. I could smell the fresh droplets of my own venom infused with Edward's blood as his nails pierced the flesh beneath them. Edward remained motionless behind me but his body was taut, a wound coil ready to unravel at any given second.

Mmmm, yes. I can see why you would want him all to yourself...James thought, as the combined scent of mine and Edward's fluids permeated the air, barely covering the smell of our earlier sex. Though, as James' body hovered above me, his nostrils wide, eyes roaming over my body; mine and Edward's flagrant sexual essence became much more evident.

"You're fucking him?" he snarled incredulously. "You're fucking the pathetic human!"

I went to move back but was quickly held in place by his strong grip on my arm; his other hand still clenched around my chin.

Don't fight, Bella. It's what he wants…Carlisle thought, and I steadied myself.

"James," Carlisle called, "Edward is with us. He is family, and we will protect our family," he warned, changing the subject of sex as he placed a firm hand upon James' chest, his gaze fixed and piercing.

James released a maniacal laugh, "family?" he guffawed. "I was family too, remember? Look at how well you protected me." He pointed to himself in disgust, finally releasing his grip from my chin.

"Wait," the dark haired man suddenly spoke as James pushed Carlisle's hand away, though his position never retreated. "You consider your snack to be family?" the dark-haired man asked, pointing at Edward with bewilderment, his Parisian accent thick. "Please understand this is new to me. I've never seen a coven of vampires travel with a human snack, especially one that is referred to as family. Aren't you the least bit concerned?" he mused at Carlisle.

Carlisle sighed and was prepared to answer but James did it for him.

"Hah, do not let them fool you Laurent. This…Edward here," James said, waving his hand dismissively in Edward's direction, "is merely a pet. A new pet, isn't that right, Isabella?"

"Fuck you, James," I growled, my lips curling to reveal my teeth.

"But…he's human," the dark-haired man who James referred to as Laurent protested, still astounded.

"Yes. Yes he is, Laurent. And do you want to know why that is?" James asked, and like a child Laurent shook his head emphatically, while everyone else remained silent. "Because that is how Isabella prefers them. Right, love?" he spat, venom spraying from his mouth as his eyes darkened with anger, his body near pressed against the front of mine.

I could feel Carlisle's grip on my arm as he tried to pull me away from James. "Alright, I've seen and heard enough. Bella, take Edward and head back home, ok? Tanya and I will meet you there shortly."

"Home?" the red-head whispered with confusion, her eyes darting from Laurent to Carlisle.

They have a home? She thought silently, confused.

"Come on, Edward," I said, reaching behind me, grabbing the warm flesh of his forearm. But as I did James stepped forward, leaving no space between us as he firmly pressed himself against me.

Edward's whole body went rigid and began to shake with rage, a gesture James would no doubt mistake for fear. I went still, statuesque, as James breathed down upon me, his forehead pushing forcibly into my own.

"You will leave when I say you can leave. And right now I say you are staying, understood?"

"Yes, James," I agreed, knowing that it was the only way to avoid further confrontation until my siblings arrived.

I kept my hand firmly grasped around Edward's, refusing to let him go as I leered at James, his nostrils opening and closing as he breathed me in, his mind furiously envisioning me and Edward being intimate.

"You never answered me, Isabella, and nor do I expect you to. But don't think for one second that I can't smell you all over him you…you fucking slut. You should be ashamed…embarrassed," he barked. "I could smell you from a mile away. At first it was his scent that caught me…pulled me in…but then…then I smelled you…"

And the sweet juices of your arousal….

And just like that his mood shifted, as he grabbed my free arm and pulled my body against his. Growls emitted from around us as his hands roamed over the front of my body, Edward's the loudest but still not enough to break the trance James had with me as his palms roughly cupped and dug into my breasts.

"It is such a pity that I never was able to claim you like I wanted. It was always, "no, James…your virtue" or, "no, James…I can't lose control," he mocked. "Tell me, Isabella. Do you think of me, do you picture me as you fuck your little pet, there?" he pointed at Edward with his head before leaning in to whisper in my ear. "Tell me…it's my cock you imagine, isn't it?" he asked smugly.

I could hear my siblings beginning to emerge as the thicket around them bustled from the breeze of their movements. James' eyes were fixed on my own, still awaiting my answer, ignoring the company that had just arrived. "I will get the truth from you…eventually," he threatened with a smile.

"James…I…I think we should leave," the red-head suggested nervously as she looked around at the increase in vampires, none of which would fight on behalf of her small coven.

"Did I ask you to speak, Victoria?" James yelled, never breaking our eye contact. "I will go once I get a taste of what I want."

"Yeah, is that so?" Emmett chimed in, his arms crossed over his chest, a smile spread upon his boyish face as he brought himself to stand beside Carlisle, "and what exactly is it that you want a taste of?"

"Isabella's pet," James replied with certainty.

Fucking liar.

"Pfft, I highly doubt that's going to happen," Emmett muttered, though James paid no mind.

And after I am done with him. I am going to get a taste of you, my sweet, sweet, Isabella. All of you, every single drop…he said to me silently, a mischievous grin spread across his face.

"Fuck you, James. You will never have Edward, or me," I said, outing his thoughts.

"Oh, silly Isabella," he cooed, trailing his fingertip down my cheek, his eyes black with malicious intent. "I will have you and your scared little pet, even if I have to dismember you in the process. Regardless…I will have you." He leaned in slowly before dragging his tongue over the same spot his fingertip had just been. "Mmmm…delicious…just as I remember-"

Suddenly, Edward yanked free from my grip, growling as he shoved James back. "Get your fucking hands off of her," he roared, panting heavily. James landed, startled, on the damp earth below just a few feet from where we stood; Edward's shove merely human in nature, only meant to surprise James, not make him aware of what he truly was up against.

Quickly, James rose to his feet, dusting the dampened leaves off his pants with his hands as he released a low chortle, his head shaking back and forth infinitesimally.

"Well, what do we have here?" James asked Edward playfully. Edward was now fully erect, back straight, and his chin held defiantly high as James began to circle him- like a vulture fixated on his soon to be dead prey. Edward remained calm, his eyes dark but not aglow as he wore his human façade like a badge of honor.

Watch him, Bella…Jasper warned…he is planning something… Every one of us; my siblings, and Carlisle included, were ready to attack. Though it would be my command, my words that would allow them to attack.

"Isabella," James gasped, "I am amazed. I was beginning to think your pet was without a voice. I almost questioned whether he was a mute." And with those last few words Edward was within James' grasp, his back held against James' chest as one of James' arms covered his heaving chest, the other palming his forehead holding him in place. I didn't even have time to see it before it happened, James' thoughts a black void to my ability.

"Tsk, Tsk, Isabella. You weren't prepared. You see," James said with clenched teeth, all his strength being used to hold Edward while he tried to break free. "I figured out how to keep you out of my thoughts if I choose to, it's really not that difficult…I can even thwart your pesky little sister Alice's visions," he sneered at Alice as Jasper growled beside her.

"Please, Jasper," he scoffed, "do not act like you are above me. I see you're still following the old Cullen diet, huh? I really thought that by now you would have manned up...gone back to your roots. Guess I was wrong." James was silent for a moment as he mulled over his next words. "You know Jasper…it would really do you some good if you had a real meal," he teased, "here…let me make this easy for you."

James' grabbed Edward by the hair and pushed him forward slightly, the other hand fisted in the cotton that covered Edward's back. He held Edward right before Jasper's snarling grin, offering him a taste. "God, you Cullen's and your will power...it's utterly pathetic. Come on, Jasper, I don't have all day. You know you want to. I'm sure Isabella could attest to his taste. Can't you, love?"

When Jasper didn't move, and I refused to answer, James' irritation intensified. "Fine," he huffed impatiently before kicking Edward hard in the back of his right knee. The crack of Edward's bones echoed off the forest walls, as Edward screamed in agony, his body floundering limply to the forest floor.

"Ugh, fuck," Edward groaned as his fingers curled into the wet dirt below, his body wincing in pain.

Why won't he fight back! What is he doing? Tanya thought frantically, and I could only shake my head, just as unsure as she was.

"You're playing dirty, James," Emmett said calmly, while I watched Edward's eyes blacken with rage.

He'll be okay, Bella. Focus…Rosalie thought…he can handle this, you know that…

She was right, but I didn't have to like it.

"I play however I want to play. I make the rules. Me… no one else," James screamed at no one in particular while placing his hands on Edwards head. Edward whimpered quietly, his chest rising and falling rapidly as James gripped his hair, pulling him up into a kneeling position before cupping each side of his head, forcing Edward to look at me and my family.

"Go ahead, Edward. Tell Isabella how it hurts," he roughly pulled Edwards hair, pulling his head back, exposing his neck. "TELL HER! TELL HER!" he screamed, "TELL HER TO AVENGE YOU!"

Edward remained silent as James' hands slowly moved into a position I knew all too well; one inching its way towards Edward's chin, the other winding itself along with his forearm over Edward's forehead.

I'll snap his fucking neck, Isabella. WATCH ME…he screamed at me silently.

"NO!" I screamed, moving forward with my palms up in surrender. "No, James. Take me, instead. You know that's what you really want. Come on...please…don't hurt Edward," I begged.

Edward pleaded with his eyes for me to stop, his lips mouthing the words "trust me"…but I couldn't. I knew that James really wanted me, not Edward. He wanted to harm me. Me, the one who allowed him to become this way. Me, the one who didn't protect him like I had promised. I wouldn't allow Edward to suffer because of me…and I certainly wouldn't allow him to die.

Without any thought James released Edward, throwing him to the floor like a rag doll, finding no further use for him. "He's no fun anyway, Isabella. He's doesn't have enough fight in him. You know I like a little defiance, it makes the game so much more fun…Don't you think?" he asked grabbing me and wrapping one arm around my body, the other fisting itself into my hair. "Now you on the other hand, you always have some fight in you. Don't you, dear?"

James trailed his fingers over my stomach, languorously moving upward towards my neck. It was merely a pinch, a quickly passing discomfort as James sliced into the flesh of my neck with his finger nail. I pulled against the hand that was wrapped around my hair, tugging to no avail as James not so gently adhered his mouth to the open wound he had just created, suckling on the seeping fluid that escaped.

"Now this is so much better," he said, pulling away. "Edward over there and his incessant heart beat ruined my meal anyway…all that fucking adrenaline. It always does seem to lessen the quality, destroy the taste…don't you think, Isabella?"

I refused to answer as James returned to his suckling. He was no longer pulling the liquid from me, but licking; like a rabid dog, not letting anything go to waste.

All the while my eyes fixated on the only person I cared to speak to, the only man that I would sacrifice myself for. Edward's eyes had completely gone black, the white of his eyes completely non-existent. He appeared feral, inhuman, as his head hung slightly watching James through the thick cover of his lashes. Edward's lips formed a straight line, his fists tightly woven as Emmett and Jasper held him up, a crutch on either arm.

"Mmmm, Isabella, God, you taste divine. I want more…I must have more," James moaned, his hand roaming down my chest, stopping at the apex of my thighs as his head lifted to meet Edward's glare.

I could hear the possessive snarl leave Edward as he tried to fight free from Emmett and Jasper's grasp. Jasper leaned into Edward and whispered something in his ear, but Edward shook him away.

Tell him you're okay, Bella…Jasper thought, giving me knowing eyes.

"Edward…please. I'm fine," I croaked as James' hand came up quickly, tightening around my throat, effectively cutting of my air supply needed to speak.

"James, this is ridiculous. Let her go…you've made your point," Rosalie said, her hand resting upon Edwards shoulder.

"Really, and what point is that pray tell?"

"That you're just as weak now as when you were human. I guess the transformation doesn't change everything," she retorted.

"Rose," I warned as James mumbled "we'll see" in my ear.

I could feel the wave of calm emitting from Jasper, his last ditch feeble, yet brave attempt to deter James. But instead of doing what it should it merely angered James further.

"Come on, Jasper. Must you always interfere?" he asked, his fingers knotting further in my hair.

"Let's be honest, James," Jasper answered. "Be glad that this is all I'm doing." Both men hissed, though only Jasper stepped forward.

James began to laugh, as I tried to break free. "Jazz, don't…control yourself," I begged, knowing that Jasper's anger would only fuel James in the literal sense.

"Yes, little puppet. You should listen. We wouldn't want anyone to get hurt, now would we?" Jasper retreated, his anger barely dulled. "Come now," James said, as he began to pull me in the direction opposite of my family. "Cullen's it's been wonderful. Let's do this again sometime, yes? Oh, and Edward," he stopped, "thanks for keeping her warm for me."

"You're a dead man," Edward hissed, lunging towards James and me, but only managing to land on the dirt due to his injury. His eyes burned with ferocity as he stared James down, his breathing heavy. "Where ever you go, James…make no mistake…I will find you. And when I do, I am going to kill you…slowly," he said with such affliction that my skin crawled.

James merely laughed, shrugging Edward's threat off. "I will watch you die trying. It will be a good show. I'm sure Isabella looks forward to it."

"Bella," Edward breathed, his eyes pained as James began pulling me away.

"Be safe," I pleaded.

James dragged me further and further away from my family, and as he did I concentrated on the melee of thoughts being thrown at me; listening eagerly to each lingering, and fading word.

Focus on James…it will allow me to see where he is taking you…you MUST focus on him, Bella, not Edward…Alice thought.

Don't worry, Bella. He is already healing…Carlisle added; referring to Edward's broken bones.

We'll find you, I promise…Rosalie swore.

But it was Alice's final images that gave me some insight as to where James might be taking me; where my life, my immortality may possibly come to an end.

Dark…long mirrors, everywhere. Wooden floor…gold stripe across mirrors…

It was at that moment that I wished Edward was able to read my mind, hear my thoughts. And though I knew without a doubt that he couldn't, still I acted as though he could as I projected my words to the empty air.

Edward…look after my heart…I've left it with you. I love you.


I know you were all expecting the big fight scene...I PROMISE that will be next chapter ;)

I have received alot of reviews questioning why I did what I did this chapter. Why didnt Bella or Edward fight back? Why didnt the Cullens attack when clearly James and his coven were outnumbered? The explanation I have given to everyone, I have decided to leave here as well.

Bella only has to tell her family to attack, and they will. But...if she does so she risks Edward's safety, possibly his life. When James went to snap Edward's neck that kind of put everything into perspective for Bella. She does not know the extent of Edward's strength, that is something she will see first hand next chapter. Edward...he could have fought back but his plan was to fool James into making sure he believed he is human. This gives Edward the upper hand and will allow him to be able to blind-side James later. James still believes Edward is human, he knows no different...but that will change come next chapter. As always, like canon, Bella remains stubborn. Though she now knows that Esme is truly responsible for James' transformation, she still harbors guilt- and that is why she is willingly sacrificing herself. That, and because she doesnt want Edward to be punished for her mistakes. Things need to occur in this way so that other events can take place. I do hope this help explains a little better as to why I chose to do things in this manner. I do hope you will all contuinue to read MD. I ask that you trust me, I promise there is a reason for everything I do.

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