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Chapter 24: About Trust

I don't know where exactly Baraqiel spent the few nights I would ask him to stay out of the house, but I had reason to believe that the pub around the corner was one of the places he would visit before crashing to his secondary shelter.

Still, without him lingering around and with his scent properly removed thanks to the proper sprays bought for the occasion, I found myself relieved when Koneko entered the house and gave any strange reaction as she walked to the living room.

This wasn't the first time the silver-haired Nekoshou visited the house, but it was the first time that she was invited to spend the night there for a sleepover.

Kunou had gotten everything planned about the event, having claimed some of the 'emergency snacks' I had in the kitchen and several movies DVDs that would entertain the two friends up until sleeptime.

The living room was chosen as the place where they would rest, and I decided against 'joining' it after dinner as I didn't want to make things awkward for both girls over this little friendly hangout.

Plus I had my own plans to go through now that I wasn't busy training with Baraqiel. It has been a while since I had the opportunity to browse with my PC to scavenge some more info about the world around us. Now that I had a special Grigori authorization to check the 'secret' bits of the web, I was going to delve as deep as possible over what was going on in the world.

Any important news, anything that hinted at Khaos Brigade making a move- heck, even checking if Kokabiel left around some more mistakes in his 'brilliant' planning for a coup.

I just wanted to blow off some steam by switching away from the physical training by switching to something correlated to my own knowledge.

But for now, my only objective was to behave as calmly and 'normal' as possible while Koneko was around.

Sitting by the couch in front of the TV while both Kunou and Koneko sat on each of my sides, I decided to break the ice with a simple question.

"So girls, any preferences for the first movie?"

"Niichan, can we watch Jojo?" The blonde inquired back with sudden excitement. "You promised that we would've watched Part 1."

"Yeah, but it's quite tiring to binge-watch nine episodes each 20 to 30 minutes long," I remarked quietly, turning to look at our guest. "Plus, I don't think Kohai has ever heard of it."

Amber eyes shone in slight embarrassment for a temporary moment, then the Nekoshou shrugged and pulled back her calm composure.

"If Ku-kohai thinks it's fine… then I don't mind."

Kunou's hands shot up as a wide grin spread on her face. "Come on then!"

I sighed mirthfully at that determined push, and thus I picked the CD containing all episodes to JoJo Part 1 and inserted it in the DVD Player.

It took the device a mere second to load the content within the tiny disk, but soon the opening to Part 1 started to play and… I noticed the amusing scene created by both girls tilting left and right at the rhythm created by the song, almost matching up with the timing of the notes with their moving.

Then the first episode unfolded and… the first responses to both the protagonist and the antagonist were quite vocal.

"Mou! Dio is a jerk, Niichan!" The young Kitsune commented, her cheeks puffing in a clear display of annoyance. "Why would he be this terrible with George and Jojo? They didn't do anything but trying to be kind to him."

Koneko's eyes were still locked onto the screen as the credits kept rolling. "He's jealous and furious that someone else had an easier life than himself. I would say he's just an overgrown bully."

The next episode began and soon other characters joined the good cast, while Dio continued to become more and more disliked with each action he committed.

Once Episode 3 came to an end, the setting for quite the 'bizarre' adventure started to gain more and more form as Jonathan started to learn the Hamon from Zeppeli and fought Dio's minions at every turn.

Each time, a brilliant tactic would help the main hero in defeating the opponent in front of his way and, finally, the Joestar fought against the vampirized Dio.

The battle was short compared to other animes, but each move from both was tense and riddled with possible counters by the two opponents.

One step at the time, Jonathan ultimately managed to defeat Dio and… then the Epilogue happened.

"Nooo!" Kunou half-screamed into a pillow she was holding close to her face. "Why did that happen?"

"That was so sudden," Koneko commented with a hint of irritation. "While we knew Dio was bad, what he did there was..."

"Despicable?" I suggested, getting a nod from the Nekoshou.

"Yes."

"Well, life can be quite sudden and strange, which is why this story isn't overly happy in its entirety," I replied calmly, trying to not smile at how pissed the girl looked at the unexpected finale. "But I can assure you that the next parts make it all worth."

Koneko nodded, letting Kunou speak up once again as she leaned back on the pillow behind her.

"But wait, if Jojo is dead… who is the protagonist now?"

I blinked, picking up the DVD container for Part 2 and pointing at the smiling guy on the cover. "Joseph Joestar, grandson of Jonathan and Erina Joestar."

"So it's a series based on the Joestar's descendants as the protagnists?" Koneko guessed, giving a tiny smile as I nodded.

"That's a correct assumption, Kohai," I answered. Then, as I pulled out the DVD, I looked at the time and sighed. "And I think it's time to stop for now since I should prepare dinner."

The room had darkened a little bit from the moment we started watching Part 1, but I thought it to be just the result of the sky being covered by clouds rather than times passing so quickly.

The blonde looked surprised for a moment. "Really?"

I nodded, and I saw Koneko stand up and walking away from the living room quietly.

"Bathroom break?"

The Nekoshou stopped in her path, tensing up for a moment and turning to offer a… sheepish look?

"S-Sorry, senpai. Yes, I need to go to the bathroom," The girl replied with some nervousness. "I forgot to ask-"

"It's alright," I interjected kindly. "Just remember to tell before going next time, or else 'awkward stuff' could happen."

She huffed, relief washing over her form and make her relax. "No. You're… not like that."

Turning away from me and walking towards the bathroom, I was left with a surprised look as this wasn't a reply I had expected from the girl.

Since this was all set in an Ecchi dimension, I wasn't hoping to see that kind of trust being shown like this. Especially from someone like Koneko.

Still, I nodded her way and led a smiling Kunou to the kitchen as the kitsune decided to help me fix dinner and lessen up the waiting time by a small margin. She was a little bit clumsy considering that this was one of the first few times she worked on this kind of task, but the blonde was clever enough to keep herself from acting on her own and without asking for further instructions.

Twenty minutes later, we were serving the three plates with Teriyaki Salmon to the respective seats at the table. The salmon was cooked with soy sauce, sake, and mirin. It had quite the delicious smell as I sat down by my chair and started to test the result of Kunou's hard work.

Blinking and smiling at the delightful taste as I tried the first bite of the dish, I turned to the blonde and nodded. "Truly a good work, Ku-chan."

"Niichan, you're just telling that to make me feel happy-"

"It's well-made," Koneko quipped quickly, cleaning her lips with a handkerchief. "Senpai isn't lying to you, Ku-kohai."

It was at her words that I noticed that while I had just taken a bite out of my dish, she had devoured the entire salmon. Sure, it wasn't the whole fish there but… that was quick.

She is a cat-girl. What were you expecting?

For this to not be a stereotype?

Sadly, the kitty is still a kitty, kid.

Lucifer was still there to provide some commentary, but my attention was still there in the real world as the kitsune took notice of this very detail and commented on it.

"Whoa, Ko-sempai! I didn't know you like sea-food."

Just as expected, with this situation addressed the most obvious reaction from the Nekoshou was to allow a tiny blush out and look nervous. "I-I guess."

"There's nothing wrong in having preferences over food," I quipped in an effort to save her out of that awkward place. "In fact, I do have a liking for Italian food."

The silver-haired girl frowned. "Italian food, senpai?"

"What about it?"

…

"Nothing," She admitted, slowly realizing what I was implying a while ago. "Just… didn't expect you to be into that."

"I aim to surprise," I replied with a happy sigh. "And I guess I did that just now."

A nod followed and soon the dinner continued as normally as possible. With Koneko now without of something to eat since she had already devoured her meal, her attention was mostly directed at Kunou as the younger girl happily exchanged a quiet conversation with her senior.

While the two were distracted talking, I used this opportunity to get another tiny piece of salmon near to my face… and then lower it to the waiting little Dragon that was currently giving me puppy-eyes to get a piece of that delicious fish.

I had planned to prepare something for Kimiko while I was also cleaning the plates once dinner here was done, but I guess a tiny taste of Teriyaki wasn't going to spoil the familiar's own dinner.

Eyes closing as the delight spread all over her body, Kimi-chan started to purr a little bit.

"Is everything alright, senpai?"

I almost jumped at Koneko's voice, not expecting for the girl to catch on the barely hearable noise that Kimiko was making.

She is a cat-girl. They got good ears at that too.

How do you even know this much about Nekomatas?Don't tell me you were unfaithful to-

Wash your mouth before even 'thinking' of giving out that accusation. I was the most loyal to Lilith, and she was the utmost faithful to me. And… let's just say our love was so immense that we experimented a lot in bed and-

No-

There was also one time she wanted to try whips and chains but-

Nonononono!

Then there was that strange time where we met some counterparts of ours and we tried to make a night of swapping each other's partner-

NO-!? Wait, what?

Now you want to know about that. Well, guess what? Nothing for you, sonny.

Oh, fuck off.

"Apologies," I muttered with a hint of embarrassment. "But today I had been working with moving boxes with Ruruko and… I think I wasted more energies that usual."

"You mean your belly just rumbled, Niichan?"

Incredibly blunt, but amusingly helpful. I used the little blush born from my growing mirthfulness to enchant my acting. "Y-Yeah."

Kunou snorted, shaking her head. Meanwhile the Nekoshou was looking away and covering her face, failing to hide from me the twitchy smile born from that 'embarrassing situation'.

"I-It can happen," I added, already feeling someone walking to me to hand me an Oscar.

An Oscar for… pitiful acting?

Can it, Morning Star.

To make things clear, that name was given after I created my own weapon. It would be a mistake to call me as such.

Duly noted, hellish prick.

Now, that's you being an immature brat to the esteemed former overlord of the Underworld.

The dinner proceeded smoothly after this, and I was regaled with some time alone with Kimiko as I went to clean the dishes.

The small dragon happily ate the Grilled Steak I got for her, the pretty girl even trying to devour the bone once she was done with the meat.

Humming quietly as I went through with that simple task, I bid both girls a good sleepover before retreating to my room to start some binge-searching.

And I wasn't planning to get done with this until it was pretty late. At least to keep an eye out for any strange late night activities caused by Koneko's presence at my house.

A yawn left my lips as I took a moment to digest what I just got from my in-depth research.

The situation between the Three Factions of the Christian Pantheon was a little more complicated than I expected to be, but then again I was acting way earlier in the plot than when those were meant to be closer and more accepting of an alliance to face a common threat.

It's been centuries from when the Underworld and Grigori started to get closer, and the 'middle ground' organization had been making progress in the last decades to do the same with Heaven.

Michael was still reluctant enough to refuse to accept any invitation for a diplomatic meeting, and the real interest from Grigori to create a warm relationship with the Pearly Gates was…

Gabriel.

I had to facepalm when I realized that any allusions to the blonde angel were all highlighted by a suspicious amount of details over her beauty and… a degree of interest in 'getting a deeper understanding of her purity'.

I feel like I should be planning Azazel's murder right now.

Lucifer's comment sounded incredibly off considering that I knew close to nothing about his relationship with the naive angel, but from the way he was exerting this much bloodlust over the matter… I knew he still cared a lot about her.

I restrained myself from giving a response to that thought for some time, but then I found out that there was a Fan Group dedicated to 'Gabriel-chama' and her 'holy curves', and I felt the need to make a statement.

I feel like I should be aiding you on that situation.

Why were so many men going after Gabriel? She was gorgeous, there was no doubt about it… but why would they risk their lives just to get a stupid underwear shot?

Stupidity is the common element that unites all men at once.

I reject you concepts of unity. A lone wolf I shall remain.

Speaking of wolves, I found it quite odd when I dug more about some strange situation unfolding in Tokyo about people getting attacked by animals. At first I was just confused about it, but then I realized that the attacks were frequent and… the depictions all connected to… strange beings. Humanoid beings with animal features.

At first I thought it was just a reference to some feral animal Yokai going in a feral state. It was common for some of those to do so after their heat seasons, but the more I keep delving deeper in that rabbit hole, the more I felt like I was slamming my head in a familiar subject.

But nothing from my knowledge over DxD was giving me the edge on the matter and then Lucifer quipped again.

It's not a magical creature.

What do you mean?

If this was indeed a case, then the leader of Kyoto, Yasaka, would've made a proclamation over the matter. And this didn't happen.

Which means that… this isn't the fruit of some rabid Yokai.

So what exactly caused these attacks? And why was Grigori giving it a thorough investigation?

I felt the need to worry but… then again, this wasn't a concern of mine. All in all, whatever was going on wasn't possibly the first time around something odd happened, and I knew that Azazel was competent enough to make the proper planning to avoid any operation to blow up on the organization's face.

Still, I spent a while to study the matter and I found some details that just got me even more interested on the case.

Two missing girls. The document had their names and details blacked out, and their pictures were unavailable for those with an access key lower than 'Cadre'.

The very notion that this predicament would require the presence of Cadres was enough to make me leave a mental note to check on Baraqiel over the matter. Whatever was happening in Tokyo, it has to be big. And troublesome.

I yawned again, this time allowing the silence of the night to lull me away from the PC's screen. Checking on the automatic watch available on the device, I sighed at the late hour and I felt more than compelled to turn off the computer and end the day here.

Kimiko was currently sprawled on the bed, her head snuggling the pillow thrice as big as her whole body in an effort to get some warmth from it.

A tiny 'aww' left my lips, but just as I planned to finally pull her to rest on my chest and start sleeping already, my attention was stolen by a small and swift white-furred projectile that bounced off the ground and dived for a pounce towards the unprepared Kimiko.

While for many the reaction of the suddenly-awake dragon was a strident 'KIII!?', what I got was a noise I wouldn't have expected my pretty girl capable of letting out.

'KYAAAH!'

My jaws dropped as the familiar suddenly retaliated against her aggressor, only for her claws to fail to slash at her giddy attacker. Meowling playfully, the little kitty that was staring mirthfully at the furious dragon shook its butt in a clear attempt to further aggravate the fellow familiar.

'Come forth, insufferable pest!'

I almost chocked as I tried to hold back at how amusing the scene was, and the endearing scene got me distracted enough for some time… until I realized who was this intruder.

The kitty was familiar, and the white-fur helped me to realize as quickly as I could that it was Koneko's familiar, Shiro.

But why was he here? And why did it feel like Kimiko had meet him before… and 'bonded' with him in such a manner?

I turned at the door, expecting to find the silver-haired kohai waiting at the door. I waited, almost tensing up each moment I thought I saw just a particle of her appearance… but after a couple of seconds, I got nothing out of that worry.

Instead, I turned back to look at the kitty in an effort to understand why he was here now.

'I swear! Stay still and-'

"Kimi-tan, can you tell me who is your little friend?"

The dragon snapped her head at me, her eyes burning furiously at the way I addressed her 'opponent'.

'T-That's not a friend of mine, Papa! He's a pest that mocks and tease me like this!'

Aww, my little girl is having roughhousing with her new friend! What a cute sight!

"Understood, pretty girl. But can I ask your… enemy about why is he here now?"

She gave me a long look, the kind of look a child would give a parent when they are asked to do something 'unbearable' and 'absolutely dreadful'. Yet, a sigh left her lips as she addressed the playful familiar.

Shiro paused for a moment, glancing at me with a curious look. It was odd to believe that a tiny cat like him was capable of formulating logical thoughts. Cats were smart, sometimes, but that didn't mean as smart as understanding and formulating coherent sentences.

As the kitty started to meow some more, Kimiko swiftly relayed his message.

'He came here to play, but he wanted to call for me because-'

"Koneko is having a nightmare?"

The kitty nodded, and, ignoring the weird sensation at seeing a cat reply like this, I turned at the door with a serious look.

"Then I will check on her," I replied to myself. "But still, both of you should be sleeping and not playing."

Shiro looked incredibly sad, but a quick headpat seemed to mollify him enough to pick him up as I started to walk back to the living room.

Just as I entered the room, I noticed an awake Kunou turning to address me with a concerned look. Frowning, I turned to look at the reason that got her this much worried and… I felt my blood freezing as I saw the bundle of sheets in which Koneko was rolled into was shaking quite terribly.

Panic exploded in my mind as my pace doubled at the sight. Shiro jumped off my arms and landed the kitsune's feet while I crouched down to check on the trembling girl.

Her eyes were wide open, her lips were letting out furious and quick whispering. Utter gibberish at first glance, but then I picked 'Kuroka' among the feverish words coming out of the Nekoshou and I knew that it was some nightmare-induced panic attack.

I pulled her up, her fearful eyes quickly turned to glance at me and I cupped her cheeks with my hands as I started to talk at her.

"Shirone, I need- I need you to do what I'm doing," I muttered, my worry making me stumble for a moment as I was having way too many reminiscences of a time where I had a similar episode. "I need you to breath in and out like I do."

I started to regulate my breathing while also emphasized my pace in front of the girl. She was distracted, confused, and incredibly scared, but soon her lungs and mouth started to copy the action happening in front of her.

In and out. In and out. In… and out.

An infinite amount of time passed silently, my heart pounding each second as I tried to keep my mind steeled over the matter and not fall apart over this sudden situation.

Koneko having a panic attack of this magnitude?

The show never broadened much over her traumas regarding Kuroka and what happened once she was abandoned by her sister, but to see this kind of reaction…

I can't help but wonder with a concerned thought how much of an unresolved mess my little kohai was.

Her wide eyes started to regain some focus and soon her incoherent speech turned quiet for some time.

I waited, patiently and tensely, while the girl kept on following up my example.

"H-Hoitsu-" Koneko tried to speak up, but I sighed.

"It's alright," I muttered calmly. "Nothing wrong happened."

"I-I'm sorry," She apologized, and I saw her head dive down for my chest as she suddenly grasped around my waist. My panic vanished to make way to surprise as I noticed something fuzzy tickling at my chin.

A pair of silver-furred cat ears.

Staring down on her lower back, I could see a cat-like tail fluttering about in an erratic manner.

"It's alright," I repeated, picking her up. She tensed up for a moment, thus I explained what I was doing. "You're pale, and you just got out from a panic attack. You need some water and sugar right now."

She was also trembling a little bit, but it wasn't as prominent as before. Still, my words seemed to get her out of her nervous state as she allowed me to bring her to the kitchen and leave her on the space available on the counter.

We both wasted a moment to get reaccustomed with the light of the kitchen, but I recovered just in time to start mixing two spoonful of sugar within a glass of water.

The Nekoshou stared at the simple preparation, her cat ears twitching in an awkward pattern as in to demonstrate how much embarrassed she was for the situation.

I offered her the drink and Koneko picked it with both hands.

"S-Senpai. There's an explanation for-"

"First we make sure that you're alright," I stated with a hint of sternness. "Then we shall talk."

Her eyes widened again, but she nodded in silent agreement at my words before downing the entire content of the glass.

Moments later, I picked the glass off her hands and left it on the sink to be cleaned later on.

"Kohai- Koneko, I hope you understand that my first priority is to make sure you're alright," I started with a serious tone. "But I understand that you also feel worried that I might think wrongly of you because of your nature as a Nekoshou."

She looked surprised with how calm I was and with the kind of information I was divulging so suddenly and without any restraint in my tone.

"You know?"

"I do."

…

"How?"

I sighed. "Let's just say that I'm working closely with Sona and she knows of the truth already, but that my allegiance is to someone else."

Her breathing drew to a still moment.

"You're… part of Grigori?"

…

"Am I right? Am I-"

"Yes. I'm part of the new Garrison that was established when I personally dismantled the old one," I replied with a serious tone, leaving no spaces for any interruptions. "I was found by Azazel himself when he was checking on some irregularities on the former group living here, and I was already dabbling in magic on my own when I first met him."

"You… you killed the Fallen Angel in the park."

I nodded, and then I continued. "I tried to keep myself out of the bigger players' game, knowing that meddling too much would've brought an unpleasant amount of attention on myself."

"And yet you still sold yourself to Grigori."

I snorted, my voice growing empty at that accusation. "Really? I'm not the one that is enslaved to a Devil."

"Rias is a good person."

"But the system she is part of isn't," I rebuked dryly. "Or did you forget how easily she was getting married to someone she barely knew about?"

"It was a rare occurrence."

…

I sighed, my temper flaring at this predicament complicating matters beyond what I was hoping for.

"Then I don't wish to push you in any discussion you're unwilling to be part of, especially with the allegiance I harbor even now," I muttered dejectedly. "If you wish to leave now and retreat to a 'safer place', then please do and-"

"No." Her voice was a touch cooler and she jumped off the counter to stare at me with a serious glance. "I want the truth."

"I told you-"

"You didn't tell me jack shit!" She swore furiously, and my eyes widened in instant shock at that sudden potty-mouthed response. "You said that you were part of Grigori, that you killed the bastards that tried to take down Issei and capture Asia… but you didn't tell me if this is all an act or not."

"It's not."

"And how do I know that?" The Nekoshou demanded. "How do I know you're not just lying to me to make me lower my guard and… and stab me in the back."

…

"Because I don't want to. Nor I need to."

She gave me an intense glance, trying to see if I was lying through my teeth or not. It was quite easy to keep on a poker face when you're being honest and she seemed to believe so herself.

"Then why do you care if I'm hurt? Or sick- or even if I have trouble at school?"

"Because you're my kohai."

…

"You could be lying."

…

"He-He's not!" Kunou exclaimed with a tense tone. Her sudden intrusion getting our respective attention, but it was the silver-haired girl to speak first.

"You could be lying too."

"I'm not!" The blonde rebuked fiercely. "Mama told me that actions speak louder than words, and I know that both me and Niichan did enough to not warrant this much… distrust."

"He's from Grigori-"

"And he saved me from getting kidnapped!" The kitsune interjected with a sterner tone. "He took care of me like he promised me. He helped me find a normal life here at Kuoh Town, he- he left me to be helped at school by someone as nice as Ko-Senpai."

Some tears fell off Kunou's eyes. "A-And he helped you now that you were feeling bad. I was so scared that- that I couldn't move and- and-"

"Enough," I muttered calmly, silently moving towards the kitsune while ignoring the Nekoshou sudden guarded self at my unexpected action. I picked Kunou up and held her close.

"You got a little fright, didn't you?" I asked calmly, patting her back.

She nodded while leaning her head onto my chest. Sighing, I tried to give her some attention but… then I noticed someone wrapping their arms over my lower waist from behind.

"Sorry."

Koneko groaned while pressing her face onto my shirt.

"You did nothing wrong."

"I worried my kohai," Koneko rebuked weakly. "And… and I guess I exaggerated my reaction over that… that revelation."

"You did-"

"Stop it, senpai!" The Nekoshou remarked fiercely. "I did something wrong."

…

"Maybe?" I offered as a compromise, only to be replied with a huff from the silver-haired girl.

"Why… didn't you tell Rias? If you told Sona, then what would limit you from-"

"Two things," I interrupted with a tense tone. "The first is… Akeno wouldn't handle well the news. Not only because of me being part of Grigori… but mostly because her father is the head of the Garrison."

…

"What?"

"Yeah, he was picked by Azazel for the task. I think he will be replaced at one point, but I think the big boss just wanted him to try and fix his relationship with his daughter."

"That sounds like a terrible idea."

I shrugged. "That's Azazel for you."

"And the second reason?" Koneko pressed on curiously.

"I know Sona can hold herself from… blurting anything to her big sister."

The Nekoshou didn't allow me to go through with that reasoning that she realized what I was implying with my words.

"Buchou would tell to Sirzechs."

"That's correct," I remarked.

…

"Senpai, why is your life this..."

"Complicated?" I suggested calmly.

"Yes," She accepted dryly.

…

"I really don't know, Kohai."

She snorted, while Kunou giggled on my chest. "Niichan is Niichan. It's not complicated… just incredibly intense."

"Now-"

"But now… you join our sleepover!"

…

"What?"I asked with a confused tone.

"Since it's now late and the couches are the closest place to rest, you have to rest there!" The kitsune explained in her sleepiness-influenced logic. "Plus, if Ko-senpai has another nightmare, you're there to help her!"

"Ku-chan."

I knew that she just wanted me as her big pillow to sleep on but-

"I wouldn't mind," Koneko replied with a hint of nervousness. "I know senpai would be… respectful."

With these dispositions now applied, I took place by lying on one of the available couched while Kunou happily settled above me.

The Nekoshou returned to her previous sleeping position, but she took a while to fall asleep. Her stare was directed at us, and I initially thought that she was expecting me to do something bad.

But then I saw something… different. As if she wanted something out of that scene.

Still, the best scene of that strange sleepover was explaining to the silver-haired girl that her familiar had made my Kimi-tan his favorite playmate. Kimi-tan was mostly unimpressed.

AN

New chapter!

And I might end up writing an Omake quite soon. Maybe this Sunday?

P.S. I did reference to a Xover in the mysterious Tokyo's case, but it's not a Xover from the previous draft. It will be a strange surprise, but one people are more familiar with. And yes, I have an explanation to 'how' it is possible. But this Xover will not happen until much later.

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