One of my betas was incredibly anxious to get to chapter 16, so she rushed us all along to get two chaps out this week, so you can thank her for the extra chapter, lol.

Emmett bear hugs to my LC- Alitriona/Eila, Allysue08, Rags88, Revrag, Shereebedee, Spellboundagain, and WhatObsession17.

***All songs are on my profile for your viewing/listening pleasure ;) Also, there's a picture of a bike that you may want to take a look at *wink****

*checks Twilight book* SM still owns.

A Song is Worth a Thousand Words

January 5, 2010

I hadn't heard from Edward since he walked away on Friday. I tried to call – it went to voicemail, of course. I emailed – no response. I texted – no response. I didn't want to push, but at the same time I needed him to know I was sorry and that I didn't want things to end that way.

I also had not seen nor heard from Mace since Saturday, for which I was extremely grateful. However, that wasn't to say I wasn't having dreams – unfortunately of both of the Cullen men who had invaded my thoughts.

So, on the first day of classes for the new year, I was sitting in Physiology, nervously awaiting Edward's arrival. I knew that this would be my only opportunity to once again try to plead my case. However, my chance was halted when a beautiful Native American girl sat down in Edward's seat.

"I'm sorry, this seat is taken, it's my –"

"Oh, it's okay, Edward stopped me in the hall and told me he needed to switch seats because he needs to be closer to the professor. He said he was having a hard time hearing, and he couldn't focus. He told me you could use another female friend and he thinks we will get along great! My name is Emily, by the way. And you're, Bella, right?"

I felt as if the wind had been knocked out of me. He switched seats. He wanted nothing more to do with me. It was over. My first relationship was officially over and there was nothing I could do about it. Edward, who never ever lied, had just lied in order to avoid sitting by me. I just wanted to bawl my eyes out right then and there in class, but luckily, I had an expectant gaze directed at me and I couldn't break down.

"Yes, I'm Bella. Nice to meet you, Emily." I couldn't articulate much more than that with the lump that was quickly forming in my throat.

Emily started chatting away. I heard bits and pieces of what she said, but I mainly kept my focus on the classroom door – I was waiting for Edward to come through. I heard her say something about La Push, and it caught my attention, so I listened a bit more intently.

"…at the beach with my mom's cousin Billy Black. That's where I met my Sam. We're getting married after I graduate. He wants to move back to La Push, but I don't think I can handle living so far away from civilization." She finally stopped for a breath, so I took the opportunity to speak back.

"Your mom's cousin is Billy Black? So you are related to Jake? He was my best friend when I was growing up. It's a small world after all."

"Oh my God!" she squealed. "That's so cool! Where did you live? I know you didn't live in La Push, you're too pale." She giggled and softly touched my forearm letting me know she meant no offense.

"Nah, I lived close by in Forks. I actually did visit La Push every weekend, though. I just…don't tan for some reason." I shrugged. Normally, I would laugh and make a joke about it, but of course my mind was a thousand miles away.

Until the door opened.

Edward walked in, and I could tell he was forcing himself to look anywhere but at me. He knew I would be looking at him for an explanation. He darted to Emily's seat and sat down without looking back. He pulled out his books and busied himself with his notebooks. I pulled out my phone – Emily was still chatting away, but I didn't care if it was considered rude or not. I sent him a text.

What? I'm so revolting now that you can't even sit by me? Real mature there, *genius*

I kept my eye on him to see how he responded to the text, but he had no reaction. It was almost as if…

He'd turned his phone off! He knew I would text him, so he turned his phone off. Well, that's just fine. Try to avoid me after class…

The professor came through the door and Emily finally quit talking. She didn't seem to notice that I had basically completely ignored her, and I was thankful for that. I didn't want to ruin our friendship before it even started. It wasn't her fault that our meeting was being forced as some sort of rebound, or what have you.

For the next fifty minutes, I didn't hear the professor. I didn't see what had been written on the white board. I didn't see anything on the page of the open book in front of me. No, all I saw was red. I was furious. Who did he think he was? He had no right to treat me that way. It's not like it was my fault that his brother had tricked me – the brother he'd hidden from me in the beginning. How could he punish me for this? If anything, he was just as much at fault for this as I was. Okay, well, not really, but…well, it wasn't all my fault.

It was almost time for class to be dismissed, so I gathered my things in order to make it to him before he had time to run off. I slipped the strap of my bag over my shoulder, and situated myself so that I was almost halfway out of my seat.

Class dismissed and I shot out of my chair like a rocket, but as I quickly made my way toward Edward, the sight I saw caused my heart to plummet. He had stood up beside his seat and began talking to the girl in the next seat over. She was smiling at him and when he leaned his head closer toward her, she started laughing hysterically, and placed her hand on his forearm.

I wasn't watching where I was going, and I bumped into Emmett. He grabbed my shoulder and chuckled. "Woah there, Babybel."

I snapped. I know it wasn't Emmett's fault I was angry, and I honestly didn't mean to take it out on him, but I did.

"Why don't you watch where you're going? Get the hell out of my way!" I yelled. I actually yelled at Emmett – my good friend who had never done a thing but be nice to me.

I stormed off, noticing Edward had turned to look at me. I simply glared at him and walked out the door – slamming it as I went.

I sprinted through the halls, trying to get back to my room as fast as possible. I was beyond angry. I could hear Emmett calling my name from behind me. I didn't even bother to slow down. However, his long legs gave him twice the stride, so he managed to catch up to me just as I reached the door heading outside.

"Babybel!" He grabbed my arm gently.

I turned around, pointing right in front of his face and nearly screamed once again, "Why are you calling me a cheese? I'm not cheese!"

He held up his hands and looked ashamed. "Hey…don't knock the food group." He hung his head and pouted, softly saying, "It's my favorite food group…"

I couldn't help it. The big bear of a man standing in front of me pouting and defending his favorite food group made me laugh. When I laughed, he perked up and smiled.

"You wanna tell me about it Babybel?" He started rubbing my back comfortingly.

I took a deep breath and shook my head. "It's a horrible, long story. I just need to get my mind off things."

I heard giggling behind us, and I turned around to see Edward and his female friend walking our way.

I sighed in defeat and asked, "Can we just get out of here, please?"

Emmett put his arm around me and pushed the door open.

It was unseasonably warm, so we were able to walk back to my dorm. Emmett could sense that I wasn't in the mood to share my predicament with him, so he just chatted away with nonsense in order to fill the silence. As we neared my dorm, I remembered that I needed some things from the store.

"Oh, Emmett, I forgot, I needed to run to the store. Thanks so much for walking with me. I'm so sorry I yelled at you earlier. I really didn't mean it."

He patted me on the head and chuckled. "Don't you worry your little head about it. I knew something was wrong. It's not in you to be hateful. Just remember, if you need me, I'm here for ya, okay?"

I hugged him and thanked him again.

After I finished my shopping, I stepped outside of the store and it had started to rain. I wasn't prepared – of course I was never prepared – so I didn't have an umbrella. Just the thought of an umbrella made me think of Edward, and immediately just wanted to curl up in my bed.

I briskly walked back to my dorm, and the rain seemed to fall harder the closer I came to my building. I was nearly drenched when my dorm was finally within sight, but I stopped nonetheless.

On the sidewalk out front, was a black, custom Harley Street Glide decked out with silver tribal graphics. As if that wasn't breathtaking enough, sitting atop the bike was a soaking, sopping wet Mace, who was decked out with leather motorcycle pants and matching jacket. His hair was matted down, but didn't look any less sexy than usual. Actually, the wet look…well, it really worked for him. Wait…what?

I just stood there. I didn't know what to do. I couldn't just stand there in the rain, and I had nowhere else to go, however, I really didn't want to face Mace either. Even though, at that particular time, my body was having all sorts of reactions to him sitting there on a sexy Harley, dripping wet, and looking…well, like sex on wheels. I didn't want to have these reactions to him. I wanted more than anything to be repulsed by him, and I couldn't explain why I wasn't.

I had heard that it was incredibly difficult to forget the one you lost your virginity to. If that was true, I was going to have a heck of a time getting past what had happened with Mace. I honestly thought I was making love to my boyfriend. The boyfriend I could see myself making a life with. I had totally poured all of my emotions into that experience, and I could have sworn I felt the same emotions bouncing back at me from him – and him being Edward, not Mace. Upon finding out it was Mace, I was hurt – beyond belief – but the emotion had still been poured out and there was nothing I could do about it.

I was still standing there, in the pelting rain, and he was still sitting on his bike, staring right at me. Neither of us made a move, and we both continued to get drenched. Realizing it was superfluous for us both to remain where we were, getting soaked, I began walking toward my building again.

I knew it was wishful thinking, but I had hoped I could just bypass him and make it up to my room. As I stepped closer, he rose from his bike and made to block me from my destination.

"Mace, please…don't do this. I…I can't deal with this. Please?" I tried to avoid eye contact, and especially physical contact.

He stepped closer and put his hands on my shoulders. I sighed in defeat. I really didn't have it in me to fight him off.

"Isabella, I –"

"No! Do not call me Isabella! You may continue to stalk me and approach me against my will, but I will not tolerate you calling me Isabella. My name is Bella!" I snapped.

He hung his head slightly. "I realize your name is Bella, but I think you are far too beautiful for such a mediocre name. If y-"

"Oh no…no. How are you going to stand there and try to flatter me after what you have done? You have ruined my life, do you not realize that?" I was crying, but mixed with the rain, I was sure my tears were not evident.

He cupped my face and brought his within an inch of mine and said, "I can't help it…I'm…I'm in love with you."

I couldn't even fathom what he had just said. In love? With me? How? Why?

I pushed his chest and screamed, "Love! How can you even know what love means? Someone who loves someone wouldn't do what you did. Someone who loves someone would at least give that someone the opportunity to reciprocate those feelings. Someone who loves someone wouldn't STEAL that someone's most prized possession…and out from under their own brother! How can you possibly stand there and tell me you love me? You don't even know what love is."

He grabbed my shoulders again, and pulled me into his chest. I tried to push away. I tried to hit him. He just held me against him and said, "I know that I have never felt this way toward anyone else in my entire life." He continued to hold me tightly, but began soothingly rubbing my back.

I attempted to push away again, but he held fast. I finally succumbed and simply said, "It's infatuation, Mace. You are infatuated with the idea of me – your brother's girlfriend. You just want something you can't have. Ask a psychiatrist, it's not uncommon."

He held me with one arm, and lifted my face with the other. "Kiss me one more time. Tell me you don't feel a thing, and I will walk away forever, never looking back." I started to shake my head, but he whispered, "Please," just as he lowered his lips and connected with mine.

I told my lips not to respond. I told my head to pull away. I told my hands to stay away from his hair. But apparently the neurons in my brain were not transmitting to the correct muscles, because my lips did, in fact, respond, and my head didn't pull away, and my fingers instantly found their way into his hair.

He growled against my lips. I was still warring with my brain, telling it to stop what was happening. It wasn't what I wanted. But my body begged to differ. I parted my lips and he didn't waste any time slipping his tongue into my mouth. I fisted my hands in his soaking wet hair and tugged his head in frustration. Our tongues began to wrestle against one another and I couldn't hold back the moan that escaped. He grabbed my hips and pulled me closer, grinding his erection against me.

That's when my brain finally directed my body's correct reactions.

I pulled my hands from his hair and pushed his chest, breaking our kiss and giving me the much needed space to focus.

"No! I don't want this! I don't want you! Leave me alone!" I was sobbing as I grabbed my bag which had fallen from my hands when they had decided to betray me and play in his head of sexy, wet hair. I ran to my room without looking back, wishing with all of my power that what I had just said was true. Maybe if I said it enough, eventually it would be.

January 8, 2009

After my run-in with Mace, I had gone back to my room and drowned myself in triple chocolate chunk ice cream with approximately a cup of hot fudge poured overtop. This was done while still dripping wet seated on my bed. Angela didn't say a word, and she didn't stare, although I am sure she thought I was deranged. Heck, I was sure I was deranged, myself. Once I had finished off all of the chocolate, I just curled up on my bed and fell asleep.

Over the next three days, I had been a walking zombie. I couldn't tell you a single thing that happened in any class. I made sure not to watch Edward with his new female companion. I kept my head down, watched my feet as I walked, and stared at my empty notebook as I sat in my seat. Emily tried to talk to me a few times, but when I barely responded with one-word answers, she quickly gave up. I had tried to apologize, but I was pretty sure it didn't sound sincere. I made sure I was the last person to enter class and the first to leave. Every moment of every day, I spent either in my room or at the library.

Mace hadn't contacted me physically since our last wet encounter. However, he continued to text me and leave messages via voicemail. I ignored every single one. I didn't read the texts and I didn't listen to the messages. I deleted them immediately, to avoid the temptation.

So, Friday night, after the week I had had, I decided to do something I had never done before. I wanted to get drunk. Being that it was Friday night, I knew there would be a party somewhere, and if anyone would know where, it would be Emmett. So, I texted him.

Hey, where's the happenings tonight?

It wasn't but a minute later when he responded.

Babybel…R U trying 2 ask where a party is? lol. Tell U what, I'll pick U up in twenty. B ready.

I responded in agreement and quickly threw on some 'party' clothes. I obeyed the portion of Angela's rules that were intended to keep the skuzz's away, but not the rules that were to help out the making out, because let's face it…I had had enough making out. I just wanted to do the stereotypical 'drowning your sorrows with liquor' and get so drunk that I couldn't remember my name.

I was ready when Emmett showed up. I had tried to get Angela to come with us, but she had plans to go out with Ben. Emmett pulled me into a hug and asked me if everything was okay. I told him it was about to be and he pulled back and looked me in the eye.

"Aww…c'mon. Don't tell me you are planning to drink your problems away? It never works. They just hit you ten times harder the next morning. How 'bout we go out to eat? You and I can go hang out at an all-you-can-eat buffet and gorge ourselves on the most fattening things in the building." He smiled broadly.

"Emmett, you do realize I have never been drunk before, right? I think it's long overdue. Everyone's entitled, right? And, if it makes you feel better, you can be my DB for the night." I smiled sweetly, and then batted my eyes while puckering my lips.

"DB?"

"Designated bodyguard."

"Aww, Babybel…when you put it like that…how can I resist? Just remember, 'with great amounts of alcohol, comes great irresponsibility'." He wrapped an arm around my shoulder and led me out of the building.

I felt so much more confident walking into the party with Emmett at my side. I wasn't worried about any slimeballs like Newton coming onto me.

Emmett suggested I drink a 'girly' drink since I would be what he called a lightweight, with having never had a drink before. He went through the list of different drinks he could concoct and I finally settled on a piña colada. It didn't taste like the piña-colada-flavored candies I had tasted, but it was still pretty good. I didn't care much for the actual alcohol taste, but the buzz I started feeling almost immediately made up for it. I could almost feel my brain fog over with each drink I took, replacing the depression with a giddy euphoria.

I lifted my glass to my lips for the fifth sip, and Emmett grabbed my wrist. "Woah there, Cheesecake. You need to slow your roll. You keep drinking like that, and you'll be three sheets to the wind faster'n I can say 'set your sails'. Besides, I totally forgot to ask you if you made sure to have a full stomach when you came tonight. Liquor and an empty stomach makes for a very uncomfortable Babybel."

I was giggling uncontrollably and I couldn't decide if it was because he referred to me as another cheese, or if it was his use of the term 'three sheets to the wind' or if it was because I hadn't eaten since Thursday morning and if he knew that he would probably take my drink from me. Regardless of why I was laughing, I was laughing so hard that my drink started to spill. Emmett took it out of my hand and told me to take deep breaths and quit laughing so I didn't end up with more alcohol on the floor than in my belly.

I finally managed to quit laughing and also to finish my drink. I asked Emmett to make me another and he told me I should maybe wait a few minutes to see just how buzzed I was already.

"Fine, but only if you come and dance with me," I said with a pout.

"Sure thing, let's boogie down!" He took me by the hand and led me out into the middle of the room, where people were scattered dancing to Britney Spears' 'Circus'. We had barely gotten into dancing position when the song ended and the next one started. It was Lady Antebellum's 'Need You Now'.

Picture perfect memories,

Scattered all around the floor.

I wrapped my arms around Emmett's neck and had his hands went to my hips. We began swaying back and forth to the music. My giddiness was slowly fading as I listened to the lyrics of the song.

Reaching for the phone cause, I can't fight it any more.

And I wonder if I ever cross your mind.

For me it happens all the time.

I grasped Emmett's shirt firmly as I tried to shift my thoughts from Edward.

It's a quarter after one, I'm all alone and I need you now.

Said I wouldn't call but I lost all control and I need you now.

And I don't know how I can do without, I just need you now.

Emmett must have sensed the tension, because he pulled me closer and rested my head on his chest and started humming to the music as he smoothed down my hair with one hand and rubbed my back with the other.

Another shot of whiskey, can't stop looking at the door.

Wishing you'd come sweeping in the way you did before.

And I wonder if I ever cross your mind.

For me it happens all the time.

Emmett was being so sweet, so caring, so…loving. I convinced myself that Edward had moved on, so I should try to as well. Yeah, I know…it was the alcohol speaking, but how was I to know that alcohol talks to you – and for you? It was my first time getting drunk.

I lifted my head and pulled Emmett's head down toward mine. He was so dang tall that he nearly had to bend over for me to reach him. He looked at me oddly, and lowered his head, turning his face to the side, so that my mouth was at his ear. I don't want your ear… I turned his face toward mine and moved to less than an inch from his mouth, when his eyes went wide and he pulled back.

"Babybel! Aww, man…you can't do this. You have been drinking. I can't take advantage of a woman when she's drunk." He started to pull away, but I pulled him toward me again.

"It's not taking advantage if the woman wants it, Emmett." I smiled sweetly.

"Aww, dang. Look, I know you think you want it right now, but when you are sober you will most likely change your mind. But, look…I promise you that if tomorrow, after you are sober, if you still want a shot…well, Babybel, I promise to give you one." He grinned teasingly.

But I wasn't teasing.

I slid my hand down his chest and his stomach right to his junk and grabbed a – oh my! A very big handful.

He squeaked and grabbed my hands. "Look, Bella. Seriously, you don't know how bad I would like to take you up on your offer, but you are intoxicated, and I really think you are just trying to take your mind off Edward. I think tomorrow you would totally regret anything we were to do together." He moved our hands up to my face and held my cheeks. "I swear, on my 1963 Amazing Spiderman #1, that if you still feel this way tomorrow, we can go out on a real date and act like real adults, and THEN I will kiss you." He smiled sweetly and kissed my forehead.

"Thass fine, Emmett. I can dance all by myself." I strutted – well, more like stumbled – away toward the pool table in the corner that wasn't being used. Don't ask me what was going on in my head. I had liquid courage, and apparently making a fool of myself was something I had subconsciously wanted to do for a very long time. I saw a milk crate under the pool table that was storing a few different bags of chips, so I dumped the bags onto the floor, turned the crate over, and used it as a stepstool to climb up onto the table.

Justin Timberlake's 'Cry Me a River' began to play. In hindsight, I must say that this was inevitably fate working against me.

I have always known I was uncoordinated, and this had never been an issue because I knew better than to attempt any type of dance move besides the slow dancing, side-to-side, easy kind. However, my brain forgot that minor detail, because I started dancing like Shakira or something equally embarrassing.

You were my sun, you were my earth
but you didn't know all the ways I loved you, no
So you took a chance, made other plans
But I betcha didn't think that they would come crashin' down, no

A crowd had started gathering around, but I didn't care – I was in a trance. A strange, JT-induced, depressed trance. I blame it on the horrible words of that song.

You don't have to say, What cha did
I already know, I found out from HIM
now there's just no chance
with you and me
there will never be
don't it make you sad about it

I was still dancing, but it was purely instinctual, because mentally I was no longer cognizant. I was thinking about the small phrase, 'now there's just no chance with you and me', and I could feel the tears pouring from my eyes. I had my eyes closed, so when I felt two arms wrap around my waist, it startled me, but I was beyond caring, so I just let them pull me off of the table.

Girl I refuse
you must have me confused with some other guy
the bridges were burned
now it's your turn, to cry

Yes, it was my turn to cry, and I was doing just that. I kept my eyes closed and buried my head into the strong chest that I was cradled against. "Shhhh, shhhh," I heard whispered against my ear.

Cry me a river
Cry me a river er er
cry me a river
cry me a river er er

"Man, let her sexy ass dance!"

"Aww, what a fucking buzz kill! You're pathetic man, you should let her dance."

The body carrying me across the room halted and shifted in place. "You better back the fuck off. Can't you see she's upset? Go fuck yourself, you imbecile."

I mumbled against the chest, "I'm not upset," even though there were still tears dripping from my chin.

"Yeah, I know. It'll be alright. I'm gonna get you out of here."

I suddenly felt the wind blowing in my hair. It wasn't bitterly cold, but it was enough to give me a chill. The arms held me tighter. "Sorry, it's kinda cold, but you need the fresh air to help you sober up."

"I'm not drunk," I said with a sniffle.

He chuckled. "No, you're not drunk, huh?"

"No, I'm just…someone else tonight," I said with a sigh.

The body sat down, with me in its lap and said, "I like who you are."

I pulled my head away from the warm, inviting chest to look at the face that the body belonged to. I didn't know whether to laugh or cry when I saw that it was Mace. My body decided to cry.

He rubbed my back. "I'm sorry. I know I'm probably the last person you wanted to see, but I had to get you out of there before you made a fool of yourself. You would have hated yourself in the morning."

Through tears, I looked at him and said, "So, then you're like my knight on shining Harley tonight!" I snorted, and then full-out laughed. I couldn't hold it back. I was laughing so hard that I couldn't catch my breath and my sad tears turned into tears of laughter. Or maybe it was a bit of both. At that point, I didn't even know anymore.

Mace pulled me back into his chest and laughed. "Definitely not yourself tonight." He placed his hand on my cheek and said, "And I will be whatever kind of knight you want me to be, whenever you want me to be."

And then I was back to sorrowful tears. Stupid alcohol makes your emotions jump all over the place, doesn't it?

"Why would you be so nice to me? I am a horrible person. No one should want to be with me."

He ran a thumb over the apple of my cheek and smiled sadly. "You aren't a horrible person. It's not your fault what has happened to you. You were tricked. The person being tricked isn't the bad guy…it's the person who tricked you who is so horrible. There are just some people out there who have no hope of ever being a good person, Bella. It's just awful that sweet, innocent girls like you end up being hurt by those people."

I looked up again to see his eyes filled with sadness. In that moment, I wanted nothing more than to comfort him, but I was starting to sober up, apparently, and I realized that I was not in a good position – both physically and mentally.

I stood up from his lap, and he held my waist to steady me. I turned, with tears in my eyes, yet again, and said, "Thank you for helping me, and keeping me from making a fool of myself. I just need to go home and go to bed."

Mace stood and placed his hands on my shoulders. "I hate so much to see you cry. Especially over my brother or me – whichever it is that is upsetting you the most at this moment. I wish I could make things right. Fix the wrong that I have done. I am so sorry, Bella. So incredibly sorry." He leaned forward and kissed my forehead. "Let's go find Emmett and see if he can get you home."

I wasn't sure why he wanted Emmett to take me home instead of him, but I was too distraught to try to figure it out. I was also too distraught to make heads or tails of why he was suddenly being nice and repentant. This only served to confuse me even more.

I wasn't about to spend the evening more confused than I had to be, so I grabbed his arm and pulled him back. He turned to look at me in confusion.

Shaking my head, I asked, "Why? Why are you…conceding? Why are you backing off and not fighting anymore?"

He turned around and for the briefest moment, I saw the same sadness from seconds before, but he quickly replaced it with a cocky smirk. "Is that what you think? That I'm not fighting? Oh, Isabella, you have so much to learn. This…this…is how real men fight. You don't see Eddie boy fighting for you, do you? Was he here to pick you up when you fell – metaphorically speaking, of course. Or was he quite possibly off, with some other girl, catering to her every need, and not giving two shits about you? I truly am sorry for the hurt I have caused you, with all of my heart. But, that doesn't mean I won't play hard ball to get what I want." He shrugged unapologetically. "It's what I do."

I stayed there dumbfounded for a moment. He had a point. Edward wasn't fighting for me. Edward completely turned his back on me. Should I be flattered that Mace was 'fighting for me'? Or should I worry that Edward wasn't? Should I care either way? These were not things a drunken mind needed to contemplate, so I stored it for later consideration.

We found Emmett and he instantly agreed to take me home. As we were walking back, he asked me if I wanted to talk about it, to which, of course, I said no.

In front of my dorm, he pulled me into a hug and softly said, "I'll tell you what. I'll call you tomorrow, and maybe we can go get a bite to eat, and then if you feel like talking, I'll be there for you. Sound good?"

I smiled up at him and giggled. "Are you asking me out on a date, Emmett McCarty?"

He kissed me on the top of my head and answered, "Only if you want it to be, Babybel. Only if you want it to be."

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