Hey everyone! I'm back with a new chapter! (: Sorry for this update taking so long after the first episode of the 3B, but I've been super busy lately and could only write for a little bit each day, so it took a while for me to get it all finished! Also I apologize to those of you who don't like long chapters, but I really wanted to get all of 3B Episode 1 in this chapter!
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"Hey, you sure you don't want me to wait for you?" I asked Allison one last time as I hung onto book bag and keys. She had slept right through her alarm this morning, probably catching up on all the sleep we've missed lately, and was running late. I, on the other hand, was actually on time, if not early, this morning.
"Nah, it's fine. You're already ready. I'll just meet you there," she told me. I nodded my head and waved goodbye to her and Uncle Chris before leaving.
Almost as soon as my finger left the call button for the elevator, the elevator dinged, letting me know it was arriving on my floor. Good timing, I guess. After the calm morning and now this, I couldn't help but think that maybe today will actually be an easy day for once.
The doors to the elevator started sliding open and of course, my morning got even better. "Good morning, gorgeous," Aiden said with a grin as he grabbed my hand and pulled me into the elevator. I stood on my tip toes and brought my lips to his right away. I hadn't seen him for a few days now, and it honestly felt even longer than that. Maybe there was actually something more to him than just his attractiveness.
I felt his hand slowly glide down my back and eventually I felt him grab onto my backside. "Really, Aid? In the elevator before school?" I incredulously asked him with a smirk. He flashed his perfectly charming smile and winked at me.
"Sorry, just can't help myself sometimes," he replied as the elevator doors slid open on the main floor. I laughed and shook my head before stepping out into the lobby. "So how are you planning on getting to school? I don't see Allison anywhere," he commented while we walked through the cars in the parking lot. I grinned widely at him as I bubbled with excitement.
"Wellll…Uncle Chris and my dad thought that I have been such an upstanding young lady lately that I…deserved a car!" I squealed with enthusiasm. Aiden chuckled and raised his eyebrow at me. "And what's that look for?" I skeptically questioned.
"You? An upstanding young lady?" he sarcastically mocked. I feigned a hurt expression and pushed his arm off my shoulder.
"Yes! Me! I think I'm a very good person considering the circumstances I've had to endure since I moved here!" I exclaimed. He laughed and pulled me back to him, though I didn't try to resist much, and even if I had, I probably wouldn't stand a chance against his werewolf strength. See, that was another draw to Aiden. The characteristics he has from being a werewolf just make him so…sexy. His strength. His dominance. His need to be the best—though I will always fight him for that top spot.
"So, I'll play the supportive role here. What kind of car?" he questioned with a grin. He knew I had good tastes so his curiosity was definitely understandable. It probably wouldn't be totally fulfilled though, because unlike him, I was still on a financial budget, but I did get the best I could without a doubt.
I clicked the unlock button on my car's remote when I knew we were close enough. I heard the beep and saw the flashing of the lights to my beautiful red Mitsubishi Spyder Eclipse. I turned to see his reaction with a wide smile on my face. He looked at it considerably for a second before looking down and grinning at me. I couldn't help but start jumping up and down with excitement like a little child. He laughed at my reaction, but let me continue making a fool of myself. Finally, I contained myself enough to grab his hand and take off in a jog towards the car. "You know, my bike is that way," Aiden pointed out while gesturing to the other side of the parking lot. I shrugged my shoulders and informed him that he was going to be riding with me to school today. He chuckled but didn't argue, just like a good little puppy.
"Well no wonder they didn't get you a car before now! You're not the best driver, ya know?" Aiden pointed out while I drove to school. I scoffed at his comment and rolled my eyes.
"If I was able to pass my license test, I think I'm a good enough driver," I retorted. He considered it for a second before arguing back.
"Maybe he was just too distracted by how sexy you are to realize what a bad driver you are," he flirtatiously said while running his hand up my thigh. When his fingers went under my skirt a little, I instinctively flinched, causing the car to swerve a bit. "Whoa, okay. Won't try that again while the car is in motion," he joked. I laughed at his comment, but my heart was still beating a bit more wildly than normal—although whether that was from the swerving or Aiden's actions, I'm not too sure.
Finally, after what felt like forever but was actually only about ten minutes, I whipped the car into a parking space at the still relatively empty school. "And you parked back here because…?" Aiden confusedly questioned, letting the question linger in the air. I had decided to park a little farther back rather than close to the school. One of the reasons was because my dad always told me only idiots care more about parking close than protecting their car from said idiots. The other reason was something my father probably wouldn't exactly approve of…
"So we could do this…" I said while unhooking my seatbelt and climbing over the middle console and into his seat to straddle him. He grinned at me before I locked my lips to his in a heated kiss. Thank God for my tinted windows.
I wrapped my hands to the back of his head and tangled my fingers in his dark blonde hair. I felt his hands grasping at anything they could on my body. First my neck. Then my waist. My hips. Finally resting on the back of my thighs as he rubbed his fingers into them somewhat aggressively, though it felt good so I couldn't complain.
I brought my lips away from his and trailed my way down to his neck instead. He groaned lightly as I sucked and bit on his neck. His reactions only made me continue on more than before as my confidence skyrocketed from being able to elicit those reactions from him. Suddenly though, I detached my lips from his neck as I felt his fingers trail into new territory as they slowly but surely ran along and slightly under the elastic band of my underwear. "Aiden, not here," I slowly managed to breath out. Aiden groaned but complied and removed his hand. I wrapped my arms behind his neck and looked down at him. His hair was quite the tousled mess from my fingers and his eyes were still dark with arousal. "I'm sorry, Aid. I just don't want to go that far in the parking lot at school," I explained while running my fingers through his hair, meekly attempting to fix it.
"Mm, yeah, I understand. My apartment would be better anyway. More room, more privacy," he replied with a wink. I smiled and shook my head then kissed him one last time before climbing back into the driver's seat and getting out of the car.
I stood up and brushed down my skirt, fixing any possible wrinkles in the fabric, before running my fingers through my tangled hair. "So I'll see you later then?" Aiden asked from the other side of my car. I shrugged my shoulders and made a sound of indifference. "Well you have to give me a ride home since you made me go with you this morning," he pointed out with a smirk.
"Eh, maybe," I replied with a wink before walking off and leaving him in his place with a smirk still on his face.
I was walking up to the school and just crossing under the walking bridge by the stadium when I saw Allison, Lydia, Stiles, and Scott crowded in a group. I began to smile until I saw the serious expression on all of their faces. "Hey guys, what's going on?" I hesitantly asked after walking up to them.
"They're all going crazy," Lydia perkily declared. I looked at her with a confused expression, but no one else was saying anything to deny her statement, so I guess there was some amount of truth to it.
"Okay, first of all, why are you so happy about that? And second of all, why does she think you guys are going insane?" I questioned in a stern tone. They all looked between each other, waiting for someone to step up and answer the questions. Finally, Stiles was the one to speak.
"Well Lydia's happy because now she isn't the insane one, and we're thinking that because…well…weird things are happening," he vaguely explained. I furrowed my eyebrows together, trying to think of anything weird that's happened lately, but then I realized almost everything in Beacon Hills has been weird in some way or other since I've gotten here.
"Well what do you mean by weird? Because I thought that was just some inherent quality in this town," I sarcastically answered with a grin, although Stiles didn't smile back at all, which must mean this is a lot more serious than I thought it to be. "Okay, seriously then, what do you mean by weird?"
"I mean, I'm experiencing terrible nightmares and sleep paralysis. Scott can't control his transformations and he's seeing a giant wolf in his shadow. And Allison is having hallucinations of her dead aunt and your dead mother," he immediately started to spew out after my question. Well, holy shit. How did I not notice that any of this was even happening?! I knew Stiles looked tired lately, but I just thought it was an uncomfortable mattress or something, and I knew Allison seemed a little more stressed and jittery than normal, but we're teenagers, stress happens to the best of us.
I nodded my head, but was unsure how to respond. Stiles explained in further detail as we walked to the school together. Apparently, this all had to do with their triple suicide/bring back to life thing they did. Makes sense, I guess. One can't die and be brought back without some sort of consequence, and Scott spoke that exact thought as we stood in the main corridor of the school. "Keep an eye on each other, okay?" Stiles said after the bell for first period rang. "And Lydia…stop enjoying this so much," he added afterward. As much as I don't necessarily like Lydia, I can definitely understand her enjoying not being the crazy one anymore. Not that I was ever considered the crazy one, but I am enjoying the attention not being on me for once.
As the group dispersed to go to their separate first periods, I walked with Stiles and Scott since our classes were near each other's. We made small talk on the way there, but I think they were both a little too freaked out to really focus on any meaningful conversation. Just as Stiles and Scott were about to go into their first period class, Scott held back a bit and told Stiles he had to ask me something. I mentally groaned as immediately figured what it was he wanted to ask me. "I forgot," I abruptly said while his mouth hung open as he was about to speak. He furrowed his eyebrows and looked at me a little confused for a second so I explained further. "I forgot to tell him about Aiden. I swear I planned to, but I got caught up in the fun we were having, and I forgot, honestly," I explained. He closed his mouth and nodded slowly.
"If you have such a great time with Stiles and you clearly like him a lot, why can't you just end things with Aiden?" he quietly asked so no passerby's would overhear. It wasn't that Scott and I were really close friends, so I guess I didn't actually have to answer, but for some reason, I felt the need to defend myself.
"Scott, it's not that simple. I like Stiles, a lot. But I also like Aiden…a lot. I know I can't have both and eventually I'll have to choose…but I can't make that choice right now. Just give me some time, please…" I pleaded with him. I really did need more time. I didn't think I would like Aiden this much when things first started, being that he's such an asshole a lot of the time, but as cliché as it may sound, he's actually growing on me as we spend more time together. But then Stiles...I've been hooked on that boy since I got here. That has to mean something in and of itself.
Scott looked me in the eye with a sympathetic glow his own eyes. I could tell he knew the position I was in, maybe not personally exactly, but I know that he knows about Allison and Isaac, so in a way, he can definitely relate. "I'm not going to force you to do anything, but I still think he should at least know the situation. He doesn't deserve to be kept in the shadows…you, of all people, know how that feels," Scott finally answered. I nodded and embraced him in a hug. He seemed a bit surprised at first since we've never been that close, but eventually he gave in and returned the hug. I thanked him before walking off to my own class which I would probably be a bit late for now. Oh well, at least that got cleared up. Now I just had to figure out a way to break this to Stiles without putting even more distress on him with all the other crap going on for him.
"Do you really think this is going to help?" Allison skeptically asked Lydia as she pinned a paper target to a nearby tree. It hadn't taken long for anyone to notice Allison's shakiness, and Lydia suggested breaking out her beloved bow and arrow may help relax her again. The only problem was that Lydia assumed a master marksman will never lose their talent. For the most part, that has truth in it. After all the years of archery practice, I don't think I'd ever lose my precision for too long. However, Lydia didn't take into account the supernatural aspect of Allison being haunted and traumatized. If her mind doesn't want her to have precision and sturdiness, then she more than likely won't, which just became clearly evident when Allison shot her first arrow and it plummeted to the ground about a foot away from the target, followed by the second one not getting it any better.
I watched Allison sympathetically. I could tell even she was surprised by how far off she was from the target and how little power her shoot even had in the first place. "Maybe there's something off in the bow," I suggested, hoping it would lift her spirits a little.
"Fine, you try then," she said and held the bow out for me. I looked at the bow and then her awaiting face before sighing and taking it out of her hand. We both knew there wasn't anything wrong with the bow, but I just had to open my big mouth because I couldn't stand to see her disappointment.
There wasn't much arguing I could do now though without blatantly telling her I was making excuses out of pity, so I raised the bow into position and pulled back on the bowstring, launching the arrow directly to the bull's-eye of the target. I pulled my mouth to the side into a frown and handed the bow back to her. "Sorry," I mumbled as she held it by her side and didn't make a move to try shooting again.
"Try the Mongolian draw," Lydia suggested after a few more seconds of awkward silence due to the fact that I don't think any of us really knew what to do without making Allison feel even worse. After Lydia's suggestion, Allison and I looked to her with confused/surprised facial expressions. Like really, since when did Lydia know archery terms? "What? I read," she stated after reading the look on both of our faces. I shrugged my shoulders in acceptance and Allison positioned the bow horizontally into the position Lydia told her to. I crossed my fingers at my side, hoping this would at least solve some of the problem. Allison pulled the bowstring back and I held my breath as the arrow sliced through the air. About a second later though, I let out my breath in a huff as the arrow landed in the dirt right next to the other two.
"Okay um take a second to close your eyes and imagine the arrow going to the tree…" Lydia soothingly spoke to Allison as she closed her eyes and tried to do as Lydia told her. I watched Allison as she took deep inhales and exhales and noticeably saw her shoulders relax a bit. Maybe this would actually work. I mean, at least she was relaxing now.
Allison opened her eyes again, but I instantly saw her lose all relaxation her body had just claimed. She gasped and her eyes darted around in between the trees as if she were searching for something. "Did you see that?" Allison asked, looking between Lydia and I. I looked past Allison to Lydia who was already looking at me. We exchanged confused glances before I turned to Allison and shook my head.
"See what?" Lydia asked a growingly paranoid Allison. Allison shook her head in confusion but kept searching the woods in front of us.
"Wait here," Allison finally said and she cautiously stepped off with the bow still in her head. I looked to Lydia and shrugged my shoulders before turning back to watch Allison. I knew she was having another hallucination, I just couldn't figure out what would come of it yet. Allison's head started turning back and forth at lightning speed. "Lydia? Brielle?" she started calling out. Lydia went to answer her, but I held up my hand for her to stop. I didn't want Allison to be in another horrible hallucination, but we needed her to see this so we'd be able to try to decipher and understand it. "Lydia?!" Allison called again, making my heart ache for knowing that I was helping trap her in this nightmare right now.
Suddenly, Allison turned back around to face us and I breathed a sigh of relief, thinking the hallucination was over without any major consequences. But just as soon, Allison's facial expression contorted into one only described as terror. It's as if it was happening in slow motion as I watched her pull load the bow and pull back on the string. "Duck!" I yelled to Lydia as I squatted down to avoid the arrow that Allison was shooting in the direction we were standing. Lydia was apparently frozen in fear though and wouldn't move. I just prayed that this shot would be as futile as the three before had been. I watched as it kept a straight course in the air though and closed my eyes as it neared closer within the second. Above me, I heard Lydia gasp but she didn't fall to the ground, which meant she couldn't be dead.
I looked up and saw Lydia's eyes wider than I thought possible with Isaac suddenly standing next to her, grasping the arrow a few centimeters in front of Lydia's face. "Oh my God. Oh my God, Lydia!" Allison gasped from a few feet away from us. I looked over and saw her eyes widened as horrific realization washed over her.
I jumped up from the ground and ran over to take the bow from Allison who looked like she would go into full on panic mode any second. "It's okay, Allison. She's fine. You're okay. We're all okay," I tried to soothingly coax to her as I rubbed her back. She nodded her head but her breathing was still going a mile per minute. "Come on, let's get back to the car and go home," I quietly spoke to her and lead her in the direction out of the forest. Lydia met up with Allison and reassured her it was okay and tried to get any information from the hallucination out of her. I hung back with Isaac for a second to thank him for saving Lydia. Even if I didn't particularly care for her, she was a big part of this group and probably the smartest of all of us. We needed her, and I was a humble enough person to admit that.
"So thanks for saving her. You showed up at exactly the right time," I commented to Isaac. Even after all the time I've been in Beacon Hills, I hadn't really talked to Isaac much. I knew next to nothing about it, except that he was a werewolf and he was totally crushing on Allison, which I'm assuming is why he just happened to show up where she was. "How did you just happen to show up here though?" I skeptically questioned. He looked around awkwardly and rubbed the back of his neck.
"I, uh, I overheard Lydia talking about this possibly helping Allison and I just got the feeling it probably wasn't a good idea. I mean, after what happened at the motel a couple weeks ago, I just figured mixing hallucinations and weapons probably isn't a great idea," he explained. I nodded my head in understanding. I actually hadn't even thought of that, but it definitely made sense, so I made sure to mentally make a note of it for any future times.
"Well, thanks again," I said to him before jogging off to catch up to Lydia and Allison.
"Okay so what happens to a person who has a near death experience and comes out of it seeing things?" Scott asked as we sat at a picnic table outside over our lunch break the next day. After Allison almost killing Lydia yesterday, Scott losing control and almost mauling his father, and Stiles being plagued by nightmares even when he isn't sleeping, we decided we couldn't waste any more time trying to figure this out. However, our ambition to figure this out wasn't helping much considering we had no idea what was going on and without that knowledge, we couldn't begin to think of a viable solution.
"And is unable to tell what's real or not?" Stiles followed Scott's question. I turned and met his eyes with a sympathetic frown as I squeezed his hand underneath the table. It killed me to see how much this was already taking its toll on him. He was looking more and more exhausted by the day, and I didn't know how much longer he would last before he actually snapped and went beyond the borderline of insanity.
"And is being haunted by demonic visions of dead relatives?" Allison quickly added. Allison's problem was hard for me too. She was being haunted by my mother. In a strange way, I was a little envious that she was able to see her, even if it was a haunted, demonic version of her most of the time.
Stiles and Isaac started bickering a bit back and forth, but I just tuned them out to attempt to think of why this could be happening. Obviously, it has something to do with the three of their sacrificial suicides, but why?
Suddenly, my thoughts were interrupted when an unfamiliar girl approached the table and started talking to us about how she may be able to help—though I couldn't help but think that would be highly unlikely. "It's called bardo. It literally means in between state. The state between life and death," she began. Lydia cut her off with a semi-bitchy question as to why this girl even is though. To all of our surprise, Scott actually introduced her as some girl named Kira, apparently from his history class. What I didn't understand about this girl was how she knew all of this information and why she just happened to show up to Beacon Hills at the exact time when all of this possible bardo crap was going on with Allison, Stiles, and Scott.
I tried to push those distrusting thoughts from my mind and listen to what she was saying though. Admittedly, a lot of it made sense. She talked about the progressive states and how there's different hallucinations one can have, hearing or just seeing, and about how you can be visited by peaceful or wrathful deities. Great, so now she just confirmed that my mom is now a demon visiting Allison.
"Hold on, if there are different progressive states, then what is the last one?" Allison asked, referring back to a previous thing Kira mentioned.
"Death. You die," Kira simply stated, though that seemed like it deserved more importance than she seemed to be giving it. We all sat in silence as we let that little tidbit of information sink it.
"Well thanks for the information, Kira. It was actually a lot of help," I finally said to her since no one else seemed to be able to speak. She smiled and nodded before getting up and waving goodbye. "So I guess we need to figure this out even faster than we thought now," I said to whoever at the table that was listening. Allison and Lydia absently nodded their heads and Stiles looked over to me with a pained expression. I rubbed circles into the back of his hand and looked him in the eyes. "We'll figure this out, Stiles, I promise," I swore to him. The corners of his mouth pulled up into the tiniest of smiles, but that seemed to be all he could manage, which was perfectly understandable.
After school, Stiles and I stopped at my locker as he informed me of the plan him and Scott had formed. Their first hope was going to be Deaton. He always knew more than he let on initially, and initially this time, he knew there would be consequences. He didn't specify what they would be, but he had to know something, especially now that we partially knew what was happening.
Since I wanted to hear exactly what Deaton would tell them, I insisted I would go. Neither Scott nor Stiles put up much of a fight to that, other than saying I didn't have to if I had other things to do, which I didn't. So now we were standing in Deaton's office as they tried to explain what was going on with them. Right now, Stiles was trying to recall the signs that he saw in one of his hallucinations, since of course, Deaton apparently knew some sign language, what a shocker.
"When is a door not a door," Deaton very quickly determined the signs to mean. I furrowed my eyebrows in confused. What the hell was that supposed to mean and how would that help us?
"When it's ajar," Scott mumbled to himself almost instantly.
"You're kidding me? A riddle? My subconscious wants to tell me a riddle?" Stiles asked, his voice full of exhausted frustration. Deaton went on to explain that perhaps it wasn't exactly the riddle that mattered. It was the door part that we should really take into consideration. Apparently, the state between life and death would represent the door, which is supposed to remain closed. However, when the three of them committed the sacrificial suicide, they opened it, but after coming back to life, they never shut the door again.
"Hey Stiles, can I actually talk to you real quick?" I asked him as we were about to walk out of Deaton's office. He looked at me with a slightly confused expression but agreed anyway. I met Scott's eye as he turned around to look at us and he turned the corners of his lips into a reassuring smile and mouthed "good luck" to me. I nodded and waved to him before he went outside to give Stiles and me some space. "So, uh, I've kind of been meaning to tell you something for a little bit now, but I never thought it was the right time or I forgot or…" I started to ramble before I had to mentally tell myself to shut up.
Before I said anything else, I looked over at Stiles who was watching me with a nervous look. "This already sounds bad…Is this bad? Should I sit or something?" Stiles nervously asked. It was a bit of a relief to know I wasn't the only rambling mess here. I shook my head as I tried to word what I wanted to say in my head. "Hey, uh, Bri, can you like …say something? You're really starting to freak me out here," Stiles said, pulling me out of my thoughts. I quickly nodded and began to speak.
"So um, I really like you and I'm so glad we're friends again and I had a great time on our date last Friday," I began to say before he started mumbling to himself.
"Oh God, we haven't even officially started dating and you're already breaking up with me." Ugh, why did he have to make this so much harder with how upset he was already getting when I hadn't even said what I wanted to yet?!
"No, Stiles. No. That's not it," I smiled reassuringly. He nodded his head but his facial expression didn't relax much. "I actually wanted to talk to you about the whole 'officially dating' thing…I, um, I don't really know how to say this because I really don't want you to take it the wrong way or anything. Which is why I need you to know how much I really care about you first," I told him to which he smiled and nodded. "But the thing is…I'm not ready for an exclusive relationship…" I finally got to the point and told him. His smile faded and it pretty much just cracked my heart in half. He nodded as the disappointing realization hit him. "It has nothing to do with you in particular, it's just the timing. Everything is so stressful right now, and I don't want to add having to keep a relationship healthy and running on top of that…And um, also…there's kind of someone else I've been …hanging out with…" I finally admitted. I stopped talking and looked up to his face but he wasn't looking at me. Instead he was focused on the ground with furrowed eyebrows as he rubbed one foot over his other. "Stiles, I'm so sorry I didn't tell you sooner…" I began to apologize but he cut me off.
"Who is it?" he blurted out as he met my eyes with a hurt look. I bit my lip as I thought about if I should tell him or not.
"Do you really want to know?" I questioned, mostly because I didn't know if I even wanted to tell him. I figured knowing who it was would hurt him even more, and I really didn't want to do that.
Stiles started slowly shaking his head. "No, probably not, actually," he admitted. I nodded my head, glad he didn't make me tell him because if he really wanted to know, I would've had to tell him whether I liked it or not. "So does this mean we, uh, shouldn't continue whatever it is we had?" he asked after we both stood awkwardly in silence for a few seconds.
I quickly starting shaking my head. "No, that's not what I mean. I just, I don't want to commit to anything right now. Stiles, I like you so much, and I don't want to lose you, especially not now when all I want to do is help you get through all this this bardo crap," I explained to him. He nodded his head and slowly started walking to the door. I followed after him, taking that as a signal that this conversation was over. "So, are we, uh, are we okay then?" I nervously asked before we walked outside.
I looked over and saw his jaw set hard in place as he thought it over. "I'm not mad at you, if that's what you're asking. I mean, yeah, I'm pretty damn upset right now, but I'm not mad. I just…I need time to come to terms with this. I honestly just don't know if I'm okay sharing you with someone else, Brielle," he admitted. I nodded in understanding before he opened and held the door open for me to exit Deaton's building.
"Oh, hi, Brielle," Sherriff Stilinski greeted me as Stiles and I walked outside. I smiled politely and waved.
"Hey Mr. Stilinski, how are you?" I asked, trying to make friendly conversation, although I wanted nothing more than to get out of there as quickly as possible.
"I'm alright. Just trying to figure some of this supernatural stuff out still," he admitted. I nodded in empathetic understanding. I knew exactly how overwhelmed he felt considering I was in his exact place just a few months ago. "Mind if I borrow my son?" he asked, probably thinking Stiles and I were planning to hang out.
I shook my head and forced myself to smile. "Nah, he's all yours," I said before waving goodbye and walking to my car a few parking spaces away. I started the car and drove away because I didn't want to awkwardly sit in the parking lot a few feet away from the boy whose heart I just broke slightly. But at this point, I could only hope and pray that this didn't ruin what a great thing Stiles and I had going and could've had in the future.
Again, I apologize if this chapter was too long for your tastes, but I wanted to get the whole episode into one chapter! Have fun watching Teen Wolf tonight everyone, and expect another update by next Monday! (:
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