Woah. It's been an extremely long time since I last updated 0_0. I'm incredibly sorry that I didn't get to a computer quick enough, but I'm sure this chapter will be worth your wait :) It's really long, you know! :D Hehee...anyway, thanks so much for waiting a tedious 3-4 weeks and once again, I apologize :/ Happy reading! ;D

What an amazing way to spend my birthday, right? I was planning on a night full of dancing, laughter, surprises, and food. All of that had to be stopped by a pair of vigilantes. I mean, they couldn't choose another night to do this? Speaking of this "pair" of vigilantes, it seems like there's only one of them left now.

I was extremely surprised at Mello. He actually killed someone. I always believed that every single one of us older Wammy's kids had impel to do something of that sort. Beyond and Mello were the only ones to carry it out though. Although Clarissa only stayed with us for a while, she didn't gain the title of "sister" to anyone. No one wanted to be in a family with her. I don't know if it was just the instinct that she was evil deep-down, but no one wanted to be involved with her. There's something else I just thought about. I never thought of L as my brother either. I wonder why.

According to the blondie, Clarissa lunged at Wammy with the knife in her hand. Mello probably felt like she was going to kill him, which was most likely her original plan. I don't see how anyone can even want to lay a bad finger on Wammy in the first place. When I first heard that Clarissa wanted to kill my grandfather, I wasn't angry or upset. It was most likely because Mello issued out her punishment right then and there while Wammy stayed alive.

I don't really understand how anyone could keep wanting to kill a person. Don't killers get tired of feeding on someone's existence? They definitely hide it well though, especially Clarissa.

I can remember the day I met her perfectly. I was standing in the front foyer with her and L just talking. I could easily remind myself of how her voice sounded like. It was as if she was speaking through her nose. She had lots of attitude too, which was a complete turn off for me.

L and I were beginning to become close at that time. It's a funny thing how our relationship grew in a matter of several months.

In those several months, Mello picked up the strength to stab a knife through one of the member's hearts.

"Matt, move her body please. I don't think any one of us is going to want to see this anymore." I told him. He slipped out a pair of tight black gloves from his black skinny jeans and put them on. He lifted her body from the ground and put her lifeless body on the floor against the wall. Sure she was going to leave a blood stain on the wall, but that could always get cleaned up later.

At that time when he came back into the circle in the middle of the ballroom, I stated I was going to check the garden for B. L insisted that he could go instead of me but I refused. I could tell he was insuring my safety. He thought that's where B was as well. B ruined my night and I wasn't going to allow this to go on any further.

The six of us walked out of the ballroom door as Wammy and the three children insured everyone to make sure all the doors were locked from the inside to prevent another attack. I couldn't help but to give him a ginormous hug for remaining alive. Phoenix, Maya, Matt, and Mello split up after we walked out of the ballroom. They each had a knife in their hands prepared for B to jump out at them. L grabbed me by the wrist before I stepped a foot on the path to the garden. "Are you positive you want to do this on your own?" He asked full of sensitivity. I nodded, "Of course. After all, his accomplice tried to murder my grandfather. It would be right." He shook his head, "But his main priority right now is to have you dead. If you come in contact with him out there, he will not cease to try and attack you." I put my hands on my hips, "L, I know how to handle myself. Plus, you're going to the conservatory. He could've been watering plants just like you said!" L stared at me blankly, "Do not take my humor seriously at times like this." I frowned at him, "Hey, you were the one who said it." He became sort of sad now and walked away. I looked at him as he turned his head back to me slightly, "Just be careful." I nodded, "I will."

I pushed open the doors to the garden and froze. I don't know how I didn't see it from the inside of the house, but all the lights outside were off. If it wasn't for the street light down the corner of the block, I would've been in pitch-black darkness. There was something churning in my stomach. It was giving me this eerie feeling that B was here. All I could hear was the fountain running continuously.

I knew where the light switch was to turn on all the outdoor lights. I knew it had to be somewhere close to me because every day, I'm the one to turn them on before dusk. I felt my way with my hands on the wall, patting down anything I thought could be the light switch. I felt something that felt like the switch. I flicked it down but nothing turned on. That's when I realized that what I was flipped down wasn't the switch. It was a finger on the switch. My heart stopped because I immediately knew it was impossible for it to be any of my fingers. With a forceful push, I pushed the light switch and the finger placed on it down and screamed when everything lit back up.

There was a teenager with dark black hair staring back at me. Her eyes were blue just like mine. She was dressed in uber-gothic clothes and fishnet stockings. Her finger was placed on the light switch held up by her still arm. But there was something terribly wrong with this girl. She wasn't moving. It was then that I noticed the tip of a knife thrusted in her upper abdomen. I turned behind her and saw that the rest of the knife was what was keeping her from falling. The other half of the knife was leaning on the wall along with her body. If it wasn't for that, she would've collapsed on the ground.

There was something horrible I noticed about the girl. I had seen her before. All the cases I've ever solved ran through my head and suddenly stopped. This girl was the victim of the one murder case I never managed to solve. I recognized her from the picture her parents gave me three months ago, when the case was taking place. This girl was the sister of the famous pop-idol known as Misa-Misa. Her sister's name was Estranged, and only a few people knew about her from a short television spot done by her and her sister. I never finished the case because the body was never found. The crime scene was an apartment in New York's famous city, Manhattan. The crime scene was swept absolutely spotless by the killer. When the autopsy couldn't be preformed without the body, the lack of evidence forced me to close the case for a while.

Just looking at Estranged's features made me realize who could've possibly done a terrible thing. Black hair, blue eyes; It must've been B. After all, who else could've hidden the body and then place it here so I'd find it? I started believing that Beyond used Estranged as a trial-murder for me. We looked so alike and it wasn't the hardest thing in the world to compare her to me. Infact, I was surprised that he kept the body so intact and free from being rotten to place it here tonight. I still believed truly that the murder was most likely a test run for his next victim.

I left the body alone and looked around me. I couldn't help but to feel slightly paranoid that another body was going to pop out at me. I clutched the knife in my sweaty grip and moved forward. My eyes passed along the entire garden but B was no where to be found. I would've expected him to start laughing hysterically at the sight of my expression when I discovered Estranged, but he didn't step forward.

The garden seemed peaceful, as if it was the only place that hadn't been touched by a serial killer and his accomplice. The same owls that come every night were calling to their mates from trees across the street. I'm sure they would know where B went.

A few cats passed by along the street. One of them, a black and white spotted cat, came into the garden. It started making its way into the garden from the road. I found it strange how it immediately started sniffing the ground. The cat followed the trail of the certain smell to the opening of the maze. It was one place where I didn't check for B yet.

The cat walked into the maze and the rest of it's body was hidden as it stepped in. I could only see it's tail. My heart began racing when the cat froze in place and began walking out of the maze full of caution. It's back was arched and every single strand of it's fur was spiked up as if it was ready to attack.

I could hear a whispered voice from inside the maze, "Come here, kitty! Don't you wanna try my candy? It's mint-chocolate truffles! I'm sure you'd like it." The cat hissed at whatever was inside the maze. While the cat backed away even more, a flashback occurred in my mind. It was about a year and a half ago.

"Oh L, you're back! What did you bring this time?" Lizzie cried excitedly. L crouched down to her height and pulled out a box from behind his back, "Mint-chocolate truffles, of course. A certain someone told me you favored them."

I walked into the foyer at the sound of Lizzie's cute and happy tone of voice. While hers was cheery, mine was flat and annoyed, "Oh L, you're back. How nice." L frowned slightly although he had a sarcastic look on his face, "I, do not frown. I have a present for you too."

I sighed, "You don't have to give me a present every time you come back from a case," I muttered, "Seriously, your absence is enough." L walked over to his duffel bag and pulled out a blue velvet box. He held it in his palm and nodded as Lizzie walked out of the room, content with her chocolates. "Yes, but I desired to give you one anyway." He noted. He held out his hand and dropped the box into my palm, "What is this? Some kind of tiny white flag?" He smirked, "Unfortunately, no. But hopefully it will cease our arguments for a while." I began to get curious over what was really in the box. "I'm sorry but I don't think that's ever going to happen." I responded. I still didn't open the box. I was hoping I could extend the conversation so I didn't have to. "Isabella, did you ever think that maybe years from now, the two of us will be living in peace?" He asked. I laughed sarcastically, "Ha! As if. Believe me, L. You and I are going to be enemies for a while."

He didn't frown, but I could tell he was bothered, "And why is that? Is it just out of pure jealousy that you do not want to be friends with me?" I laughed again, "Do you realize what the term 'friend' means? It means that two people care about each other so much that they enjoy each other's presence. And another thing, I'm not jealous of you." L walked closer to me, as if the space in between us was causing this entire thing in the first place, "Isabella, don't lie to me. You know you wish you could've achieved the recognition that I have. And if that's truly the definition of the word 'friend', then I guess it means that our relationship is one-sided." He said coldly.

"One sided, oh? And how is that?"

"Because it could matter less to me that you despise me and wish for me to be dead. I still wish to be around you even though you don't care for me back."

"L- I don't wish for you to die! That's a truly awful thing to bestow on a person!" I told him. I had to admit, I was feeling guilty.

"You may not have said it, but I know you wish for it to happen. And when it does, you're really going to regret it, trust me." He said annoyed. He looked really hurt now. I still had his present in my hand and the curiosity I had for it was lost. I didn't say anything for a long time. It was about five whole minutes that we just stood there, waiting for one of us to end the conversation. I held out the box, "If you want, you could have this back. I'm sorry." I said shyly. I was surprised he even heard me at all, "Apology forgiven. But no, I refuse to take it back. It's yours now." I shook my head in amazed disbelief, "You really do mean what you said. Even if I'm a git, you still tend to keep up with me. Unbelievable." He looked at me and gave me a sly smile, "I'm always right, you know." I blushed deeply at how he was looking at me.

"Would you like to open your present now? I've been waiting here for twenty minutes just to see you open it." He said humorously. I giggled, "My apologizes. I'll sit down and open it." We moved to a small bench and sat down on it. We were awfully close. Like I said, the bench was small. I opened the box and gazed at a crystal heart pendant. It was a necklace, and the words I had to explain to him how much I loved it seemed to fail me. So did my voice.

I looked at him with my jaw dropped down to the floor and all he could do was smile. "I hope you like it. There was a ring that came in the set but…I thought the necklace was enough." He said shyly. I tried to find words, "I…I…don't know how to thank you…it's…it's…beautiful." He smiled even wider, as if this was everything to him at the moment. "Promise me we'll shorten our arguments. That'll be your thank you to me. I do realize it's impossible to keep from fighting at times, but I just can't seem to bare when you don't speak with me." L said graciously. I smiled kindly, "L, I think if we keep this up we'll be friends in no time." He nodded, "Good. So, you promise?" I nodded as well, "I promise."

It was funny how one memory of mint-chocolate truffles could engage me in all the reasons why I felt comfortable with didn't take me too long to focus myself on what was happening at the moment, though.

The creepy voice belonged to the only person I needed to take out to win this battle on my own. I swallowed hard after hearing the cat cry again, "B…come out. I know you're there." The familiar laugh was heard again. I looked back at Estranged's body which was now a few yards away from me. I wondered if he used the same sarcasm when killing her.

He stepped out, still in his dress clothes from dressing up as L. "Found Estranged's body did you? Hehee…" He mumbled happily. "No, I didn't find it exactly. It was standing there waiting for me to turn the lights on. Thanks for that." I said back. The smile from his face never seemed to die down, "It was a splendid surprise, wasn't it!" I shook my head, "I can't believe you killed Estranged three months ago. I wouldn't have suspected it was you until this night. Why did you do it?"

His smile became more serious but it was still present, "I needed to break down the barrier of a future Kira." I gave him a befuddled look, "Kira?" He sighed, "Don't you know your Japanese? Kira means killer." I shook my head again, "But how do you know Misa Amane's going to be a killer?"

"She has the personality of one. I mean, I would know."

"The personality of one?!" I cried.

"She's loved by millions on this planet. That type of attention seems to be growing on her as it is. When it dies down or just drops a tiny bit, she's going to want more ways to become known in the world. Even as a secret killer."

"…"

"Misa Amane is the type of girl that would do anything for revenge for the person she loves."

"I can't believe you're saying these things. How could you possibly know that?!"

He grinned even wider, "Because I have it all planned out," My eyes widened in alarm as he licked his lips ferociously. "Ms. Amane is going to want revenge on who ever killed her sister. And her parents, when the time comes." I yelled, "When the time comes?! B, how could you kill her parents as well?! Are you going to leave her with no family?!" He chuckled, "Darling, how could you be so surprised? Don't you remember? We all grew up with no family too."

"You're not going to kill Misa's parents because your life is ending tonight, B!" I yelled. I had enough of this sicko. "Ooh, how feisty." He said flirtatiously. I held onto the knife in my hand tightly and ran towards him. My high heeled shoes were already kicked off so it wasn't painful to run. When I got closer to him, he smiled daringly and held out a knife in front of himself. If I didn't dodge to the right, the knife would've gone through my stomach. Just like Estranged.

He groaned after missing me with the knife. I made the biggest mistake of running into the maze after that. I may be the second smartest detective in the entire world, but I could admit that what I had done was pure stupidity. In all the years I've been an orphan at Wammy's, I've only been in the maze a few times. That means that I didn't know the way out if my life depended on it. Which it practically did.

When I realized what I had done, I felt as if my life was going to end tonight. B turned around and started walking towards me. I backed away and bumped into a tall green hedge. The leaves trickled down my back and I turned around to find a way to escape B.

I was put in a horrible situation. If I needed help, no one would hear my cries. The maze was far away from the House and I would be lucky if anyone saw me in distress.

I ran down a path which I thought would possibly lead me to the middle of the maze. Unfortunately, all I came across was a few dead ends. I turned around to find B next to me, feverishly laughing. He was licking his lips and prickling his fingers on the knife. My heart was racing constantly and I just wanted all of it to just end already. I moved around while hitting his knife against mine. Kind of like playing with swords. I thought that I could possibly throw the knife out of his hand by clashing it against mine. Of course, that didn't work as well as I thought it would.

He tried stabbing me again but he missed. For a serial killer, he had extremely bad aim. "Would you hold still?!" He screamed. I shook my head and thrusted my knife into his arm. With all my force, I slid it back out and blood squirted on my fingers and nose. His eyes became bloodshot and all I could do was stare at him.

My eyes opened widely as I felt his blood trickle down a little part of my nose. He grabbed his bleeding arm and screamed at the top of his lungs. In a few moments, I heard the garden door open and then close again and I knew that someone else was coming. Whether that was a good or bad thing, I didn't know. The green grass hedges were too tall to see over.

His eyes were bulging out of his eye sockets as he fell to his knees, "Isabella…I d-d-don't deserve this!" He cried. He was panting as he tried getting the highest amount of air into his damaged lungs. I looked down at him, still not fully realizing what was happening, "Beyond Birthday. You killed so many innocent people, but it wasn't until now that you realized what it felt like." My voice was quivering. I found it hard to swallow and I felt like my throat was tightening up. "I-I-I o-only w-wanted to create a n-new world. A w-w-world where…crimes c-couldn't b-b-b-be c-committed." He stuttered. I shook my head and spoke softly, "You could've done that without wiping out people who meant good in the world." He still kept eye contact with me. I heard someone pacing quickly on the stoned path far from here.

BB didn't answer me. He just kept looking at me. His hand was soaked with blood coming from the wound in his arm. There were many red spots on the grass proving that this was indeed the crime scene. "From now on, you'll be known as Kira." I stated. He shook his head in confusion. "Kira, don't you know your Japanese? It means killer." I reminded him.

The countless amounts of killings done in the previous year all seemed to involve B. I didn't realize it until now. There was a reason L took those cases. There was a reason he refused for me to come with him on cases that allowed him to travel. He knew it was B all along. That's why he did what he did when he encountered his own Death Note. B was always being caught again and put in jail every time he escaped because of L. It was a battle of wits that the two of them kept to themselves. I couldn't believe that it took me this long to realize it. L didn't keep the most important cases from me all along just because he wanted to out-wit me. He kept me far from them so I could learn on my own what this world was made up of. He truly wanted me to be the one there when B had his final moments. That was his plan this whole time.

I tried not took look at him, but this was the moment I had to witness according to L's plan. B was trying his hardest to breathe and it seemed like he would "go" any minute. He was losing too much blood. "B…I want to know something else before we stop talking." I stated strongly. Something was on my mind ever since this entire thing started. He looked at me and nodded. I was surprised he was still cooperating with me. "I want to know who truly killed my parents." I told him. I was trying to keep from crying. My parents went through the same thing B was going through right now. B did something completely unexpected when getting ready to say his answer. He smiled. It was that same wicked smile he always gave everyone. "Y-You w-w-w-wanna know?" He asked me. It was hard to understand what he was saying from how heavily he was breathing. It sounded like he was suffering from an asthma attack. I nodded.

"I-It w-w-w-was…m-m-m-m-my father."

That sentence was clear to me as ever. I had inkling that what he was saying was the truth. It all made sense. Wammy couldn't have known that the person who killed his son-in-law and his own daughter was Beyond's father, or he would've never let Beyond in the House. I guess it was just in the Birthday blood to go killing my family.

"I-It w-w-w-w-w-wasn't o-o-o-o-only y-y-y-your parents m-m-m-my d-d-d-d-dad killed. L…L…L…h-h-h-his…m-m-mom and d-d-d-dad…were k-k-k-k-killed by my f-f-f-f-father t-t-t-too.

For some reason, knowing that B's father had killed L's parents got me even more upset then knowing he killed my own. He had no idea of how the killing of his parents went along, but apparently, both of our families were connected. Why would B's father kill my parents and L's when L and I hadn't met yet? There was something that tied in both of the mysteries together, but I would have to research that later.

"Was there…really a need to do that?" I asked B. I was still surprised at how long our conversation was going for. "W-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-why would you a-a-a-a-ask me? I d-d-d-d-d-d-don't k-k-k-know." He answered. I nodded and kept my eyes on that wound B kept his bloody hand over. I still had the knife I used on him in my hand.

B's eyes locked on to a figure behind me. He looked distressed when he looked at it so I turned around as well. Theos, his Shinigami, was standing behind me with a familiar notebook in his hand. He had a feather in his hand and he was staring curiously at B. I think Beyond knew why he was there.

"In the end, I will be the one to kill you."

Without a word, Theos floated over to Beyond who was crouched down on the floor. He dipped the tip of his white feather in the medium-sized pool of blood from B. He floated back over to where he was originally behind me and I watched as he scribbled things in the black notebook.

B gawked as he watched Theos write and write and write. It seemed like it was taking him hours to write just a few sentences. The feather disappeared from the Shinigami's boney fingers and he looked up at Beyond.

"Have you enjoyed your life to the fullest extent?" Said Theos in his raspy voice. Beyond shook his head and didn't say anything. He was inhaling all the air he could possibly take into his lungs. He was making gasping noises as if all the oxygen he was using wasn't enough for his body. "That's too bad." Theos responded. It was then that I decided that Shinigamis could not possibly have hearts and souls. Theos stalked Beyond for the past half year, but yet he hadn't grown to accept any feelings for him.

Beyond started crying and he thrusted his head back in forth in denial. He knew it was almost time. His screams were loud and child-like, reminding me of my younger years in Wammy's. Where it seemed like the only way to resolve every thing that was wrong was to cry.

In a few moments, he stopped crying. He looked at both me and Theos with watery, bloodshot eyes. His eyes were so huge and wide-looking that I almost saw a hint of regret in them.

"Theos…w-where has m-m-m-my life g-gone? E-Everyone…has to d-d-d-die sometime…r-r-right, Dad?"

With his final sentences, B's head slowly rested on the ground. His frown turned upwards into a blank smile and his eyes slowly closed. His hand unraveled the tight grip on the knife and from then on, every thing was silent.

You couldn't say I was in shock. I wasn't pleased either. It was just a normal feeling. Like it was supposed to happen. Seeing B lying there with such a lifeless face didn't give me an overwhelming feeling at all. It was meant to be.

I looked at Theos and he looked at me as well. His red eyes glimmered and in a few moments, he disappeared. I looked back at B's still body. The wound that I had created finally stopped bleeding.

In the distance, the sounds of the church bells echoed throughout the city. When they reached to me, the wind blew a strong gust which made my hair blow in the air cinematically. The nightly crickets were chirping their famous melody and the fountain was streaming pleasantly. All was calm, now that both of the raging fires were finally put out.

I heard the same footsteps I was hearing before which were coming even closer to where I was standing. In a few moments, I knew who it was. It was the man B tried to impersonate, but failed. He looked at me first, then B's body. When he looked back at me I ran into his arms. "L." I whispered. I felt like I hadn't seen him in years. Before I knew it, I found myself crying. I swore twenty minutes ago that I wouldn't, but I did. He caressed the back of my hair softly, as if he was here the entire time to understand what I went through in just half an hour.

He pulled apart from me and looked at me as if he hadn't seen me in years too. Soon after the church bells stopped, I heard police cars and ambulances from down the block. I smiled and so did he, although help came a little bit too late. He put his arm around me and we both looked at B's body again.

"How did you know to come?" I asked L. He shrugged, "When he was not in the conservatory, I knew he had to be with you." I nodded, it was a reasonable explanation.

In a few minutes, the police and doctors from the ambulance were crowding in the maze. L and I watched as they lifted B's body onto a cot and carried him out of the maze. With luck, they would find their way out. L was about to leave when I told him to stop. There was a folded piece of paper on the ground underneath where B was laying down, dead. I walked over to it and picked it up. It was folded so many times that it looked awfully small from on the ground. I began to unfold it while L looked over my shoulder.

My Dearest Son,

I write to you this letter from the dark cells of a small jail in England. I am not aware of the time, but in an hour I will be sent to a room for execution. The law enforcement agency here told me to write a letter of some sort to you, so you know exactly what happened to me. You, my son, have an endearing gift. Your mother and I recently found out that you are connected to the Gods of Death. Yes, the Shinigamis. Hopefully, you will come across one of them in your future and make the trade for their eyes. That will help you find the purpose of your life, I'm sure.

One of the reasons why I'm in this facility is for what I did to those two young couples. The first couple, parents of the young girl down the street, died in a car crash. That's not the complete story. I hid in their car before they entered and while they were driving down the road, I stabbed both of them until they died from too much blood loss. The father lost control of the wheel, hence being dead, and crashed. The local authority failed to link the knife wounds in their chest to a suspect so they left out that part from the media.

The second couple, parents of that well-dressed boy in the next city, died a little less harmfully. I snuck into their house and shot them both. Just one bullet killed each of them. Usually one bullet kills a person the fastest when they have a big heart. That little boy's behavior changed drastically, though. I remember seeing him uplifted and excited about everything before the crime, but then after, he became dull. For a little child, it was plain to see that the murder had an effect on him. There was another thing I realized about him. He grew up into a rich family; therefore he was always wearing fancy clothing. When his parents died, he immediately began wearing the same white shirt and the same denim pants. And occasionally, he walked around barefoot with an arched back. The media interviewed him later that night because they couldn't believe what accelerated vocabulary the young child had. He told them that he was gracious that his parents were in paradise, but still somewhat depressed that he won't be able to speak with them again. They didn't release his name for the public, but I remember his parents always used to call him by the name, "Elle". It seems to me that he wore that white shirt constantly after his parents' death because it resembled the mix feelings he had. He didn't know what he truly felt so he based his life on a solid, plain color, white. I cannot find an explanation for the ape-like behavior.

Wow, time goes by fast, doesn't it? It's time for me to depart, my boy. What you become past this letter is up to you. You can choose to be whatever you plan to be. You may even follow in my footsteps as a murderer if you'd like. And son, I do somewhat apologize for your mother's death. But speaking realistically, everyone has to die sometime, right?

Your father,

Past Birthday

I looked at L apologetically as I folded the note back up. He didn't know that it was Beyond's dad who killed his parents. I was upset to read over my parent's death again too, but Wammy had told me a long time ago what my parents really died from, so it was nothing new to me.

L nodded blankly, accepting the fact. He was older now, so he took the truth fairly well, if I may say. I felt though, as if he felt guilty for letting what really happened slip by him for all these years. That depressed feeling that showed in his eyes faded away quicker then I thought it would.

He looked at the remaining cops who were exiting the maze and looked back at me, "Come on, let's go. You have a whole room full of guests waiting for you." I smiled, "You don't think they left?" He shook his head, "Why would they? I would never leave knowing that the birthday girl and the world's greatest detective still have to have their dance." I could feel myself blushing already; I had forgotten that we still had to dance. "Don't flatter yourself." I cooed cutely.

He smiled widely. It was unexplainable how so many things could be understood about a person or an event in such a small amount of time. It was so perfect that we didn't even have to say a word to each other anymore to know what the other person just went through. And as he held my hand tightly as if he never wished to let go, there was something in his eyes that told me that the night was not over yet; it was just beginning for us.

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