(A/N) Hey guys! This chapter is a very special one with Chase and Zuma, that is sure to warm your hearts. Lord knows we really need one right now, so I hope your heart is warmed.
Though We're also going to find out about a very traumatizing event about Chase first so...sorry.
I hope you enjoy this little break from despair.
Welcome back to Paw Patrol: The Ballad of Dally!
Chapter 26: The Ghost of Marshall.
Another awful nightmare thrusted Chase out of his sleep. It wasn't as bad as the ones he has had for nearly five months now, but the only reason is that it was a recurring nightmare that Chase was used to having.
His Father, Tracer. Falling to his death, right in front of him.
Chase couldn't understand why, after two years of accepting that his father was gone, was still having the same dream played over and over and over again. He accepted it. He moved on from it. He was willing to go on, but no matter how far he ran from that day, it always seemed to make him think that it happened yesterday.
Chase knew the sequence of moments that led up to it. Like a move he had seen thousands of times to the point where he could play the entire thing in his head, with no details left out.
Before he ever got to Adventure Bay, Tracer was already an accomplished police dog. For nearly fifteen years, the shepherd busted his tail to keep his district of sticksburg safe and protected from Sticksburg's worst criminals. Earning a strong reputation among the citizens of Sticksburg. By the time he left Sticksburg, he was regarded as the city's most trusted lawman.
Having a reputation like that makes more enemies than friends, and Tracer had the worst enemy a police dog could ever bear. Sticksburg's most dangerous kingpin, Ozzie.
For years, Tracer had been on Ozzie's tail. Hoping to one day take the crime boss down, and clean up the mess he made all over the city. Ozzie however had the city under his paw and was able to do anything he could to secure his spot. Entire districts were loyal to Ozzie, to include the Bone district, until Tracer pushed back against anyone who steered for Ozzie, and blew a massive hole in the dog's empire.
Though he bit off more than he could chew. He ignored the warning he received from friends and higher ups, in pursuit of Ozzie's conviction. After two years as sheriff for Bone district, Tracer was reluctantly forced to resign, when a very unfortunate accident claimed the life of Tracer's mate, Delta. It was later confirmed that the accident was an attempt on Tracer's life, making him fear for his newborn son's safety. He had no choice but to pull out of Sticksburg, where he wound up in Adventure City. Later taking refuge in the form of Ryder and his Father, who found them on the streets during their visit to the city.
For the next four years, Tracer, along with his son Chase, lived peacefully with Ryder and Norman in Adventure Bay. For the first time in his life, he felt fully protected with their company, he even got the motivation to act as Adventure Bay's only sheriff, protecting it with his life. It wasn't exciting like Sticksburg was, but Tracer at that point would've preferred it any day, if it meant Chase would be safe and away from Ozzie's deadly canines.
But even after four years of hiding from the husky/lab mix, Ozzie found him, and set out to finish the deed that should've been done right the first time. Somehow, someway, Ozzie got word of Tracer in Adventure Bay, and made it essential to finally silence the proud police dog who had been a pain in his tail for nineteen years.
That fateful day started very normal, with the exception of Norman taking a trip to Washington to make preparations for Normalitiy's move, while also bringing his son along to spend some quality time with him, touring the big capital. Tracer, Chase, and Marshall stayed behind to fill out the Paw Patrol duties, which at this point, had only just begun two months earlier. It was an instance where the three dogs were out playing, when they were suddenly attacked with gunfire. But not from Ozzie's, but Bubba's dogs.
Ozzie wasn't the one who was carrying out the plan. Instead, he sent his most trusted friend to the deed, Bubba. Another crime boss, whose empire was a little smaller than Ozzie's. Ozzie asked Bubba for the favor and Bubba being the loyal and trustworthy friend he was to Oz, he fulfilled it with pleasure.
After ordering Chase and Marshall to stay in the lookout, Tracer did the best he could to fight off Bubba's goons. Chase had never seen his father kill as many dogs as he did that day, Protecting him and Marshall to no end, but they had no interest in the pups, just the lone fighter picking off many of Bubba's best. They pushed Tracer back to the cliff, and after firing all but six bullets from his revolver, Tracer's final stand ended with all that was left of the gang surrounding him, to include Bubba.
Tracer managed to gun six of them down, before a brigade of bullets penetrated his body, ending with Bubba walking up to the still standing police dog and fired the final shot, straight through Tracer's skull Ending his life in Ozzie's stead, while Chase and Marshall watched from the balcony.
Everything after that was a blur to Chase. The last thing he remembered well, was him running up to his father's bloody body, and snuggled in his dad's paws, wailing while Marshall could only stand aside and cry for his best friend's grief.
That day changed Chase's life forever. To this day, he can't even speak or hear of his dad without being brought to tears. His dreams forever to play the tragic event over and over again. It was safe to say that Tracer's death will continue to haunt Chase for the rest of his life.
Chase started to sob. His mind replaying the traumatizing event for his displeasure. In a horrible way, Chase thought that Marshall's death, as devastating as it is, would at least give him a break of watching his father die again, but it seemed that the two most tragic events in his life were teaming up to torture Chase.
After drying himself and sniffing his tears away, Chase exited out of his puphouse for fresh air. The sun hadn't even thought of coming up yet and Adventure Bay was a quiet and dark peaceful paradise. Well, almost as Chase noticed a faint light coming from out of the lookout accompanied by a small muffled sound of music from inside as well.
Curious, Chase made his way inside the lookout tower. His eyes grew wide in disbelief as he saw a match of Pup Pup Boogie was going down between Zuma and….nobody?
You can fly if you only cut loose
Footloose
Kick off your Sunday shoes
Ooh-wee, Marie
Shake it, shake it for me
Whoa, Milo
C'mon, c'mon let's go
Lose your blues
Everybody cut footloose
Chase was massively confused. Not only was Zuma up at three in the morning playing Pup Pup Boogie by himself, he was apparently in a match, but the other dancing pad was empty. Though the inputs on the pad were still lighting up like someone was competing against Zuma.
The screen showed more evidence of that, with it displaying two avatars, dancing. One being a chocolate lab and the other being a dalmatian.
Chase tried his best to figure out what was going on, while Zuma was playing like he was at the finals of the National Pup Pup Boogie Championship.
"Zuma?" Chase called out to the lab while he was in the tailspin.
The sudden call out startled the lab, losing control and falling off the dance pad. Chase shot over to him and helped him up, as the song went for a few seconds before player one fell out, declaring the second player the winner….despite no one being there.
"Sorry buddy. You okay?" Chase asked.
Zuma got up with the shepherd's helf, and shook the dizziness out of his head. "Yeah..I'm cool. Just, please don't scawe…." when Zuma realized who he was talking to, he lowered his voice to an enthusiastic tone. "...Oh…It's only you Chase."
Months have passed on with Chase and Zuma's relationship still as rocky as a road littered with potholes. Even though they haven't gotten into any more spats since, Zuma still gave him cold shoulders and silent treatments for nearly all of that time. If it weren't for the fact that they were teammates, Zuma couldn't have cared less that Chase was alive. Whenever Chase would make his presence known in the group outside of the missions, Zuma would barely acknowledge him, and if he could, slip away from him without saying a word to anyone.
It hurt Chase more when Zuma shoved him out of his puphouse, screaming at him all those months ago. At least Zuma acknowledged him then. Now, Zuma couldn't care about Chase, let alone be his friend.
Chase wanted to talk to him again, but after the fiasco five months ago, Chase figured it was best to leave him alone, and let him come to him. The longer it went, the more Chase was in pain. He loved Zuma like he did any pup on the team and would rather be ousted from Paw Patrol, than be given the cold shoulder by one of his brothers.
"What awe you doing up?" Zuma's tone was one degree away from being solid ice.
Chase wasn't going to let Zuma's disrespective manner get to him, as he rebounded with authority. "I should ask you the same question, Zuma. It's three in the morning. You should be in bed."
"You should be too." Zuma replied harshly.
"Yeah, well the music woke me up." Chase lied.
Zuma was stunned at that. "Im-impossible. I-I had it tuwned down."
"And I still heard it." Chase said back, playing his lie up with a very stern voice.
"I-It's no big deal. So I'm playing Pup Pup Boogie, is that a cwime police pup?" Zuma mocked.
"It is a crime to yourself, buddy." Chase returned, keeping his stern voice noticeable.
"I don't have to listen to you wight now Chase. I'm fine." Zuma declared with not a care in the world, let alone Chase. "It's none of youwe business. So leave me alone."
Chase closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He didn't want another argument. Partly not to wake Ryder up, but mostly to not say something that will hurt the lab. "Zuma, I know you're still mad at me. I've been holding back for months to give you some space, but I don't want to talk about that right now. I want to know why you are playing Pup Pup Boogie in the middle of the night. Do you have any idea how much trouble you would be in if it was Ryder who caught you down here? No, you don't because I don't even know. I want to help you buddy, please tell me….what is this about?"
For the first time tonight, Zuma's tone wasn't full of animosity towards the shepherd. Instead, he had his head down at his paws. "I'm just playing the game dude. I couldn't sleep, so I was just playing to tire myself out."
Chase gave a smile at the lab. "See? That's all you had to say buddy. Just because you're mad at me, doesn't mean you have to refuse my help. I will always be a helping paw for you. No matter if you hate me or not."
There was a long pause before Zuma spoke again. "I don't hate you Chase."
Chase put a paw on Zuma's shoulder. "I know you don't Zoom, but that conversation will have to wait til' later. For now, you need to go back to bed, and try to settle some sleep, okay buddy?"
It took Zuma another minute before Zuma responded, still not looking at Chase. "Okay dude."
Zuma then began to walk off to his puphouse. Before Chase could follow him, he looked at the screen and saw the final results screen, where the scores were tallied, with Player One having 884,682 points, and Player Two having 999,998 points. His curiosity got the better of him, as he looked back at Zuma, who hadn't made it out the door yet.
"Zuma? Who were you playing against?"
Zuma stopped immediately, as he turned around to face Chase. "Huh?"
"When you were playing, you weren't playing single player. You were in a match. But no one was next to you. Who were you facing?"
As soon as he heard that, he started to wag his tail and grew the giddiest smile Chase had ever seen. "It was Mawshall dude. I was up against Mawshall."
Chase's head nearly twisted right off of his neck. "Come again?"
Zuma chuckled. "You don't need to clean youw eaws out dude. You heawd me. It was Mawshall who was playing."
Chase couldn't have been more dumbfounded than he was now. "What? Zuma…..yo-you do know that…"
Zuma's tail stopped and his smile faded. "Yes, I do know that he's gone, Chase. Thanks for reminding me dude."
Chase felt guilt in his veins at that. "I-I'm sorry buddy, but you said that you were playing Marshall, but….that's…..impossible."
Zuma popped a smirk at Chase's confusion. "Well, I wasn't weally facing Mawshall himself, I was playing against his ghost."
"G-Ghost?" Chase let out, more confused than before. "Zuma, Halloween isn't but a few months buddy. It's too early to do a prank like this."
Zuma let out a laugh while he walked over to the close minded shepherd. "No Chase. It's not a pwank at all. It's the game."
Chase shook his head, still not getting it. "Don't follow."
Zuma playfully sighed. "Seriously dude? You don't know about this? It's this totally cool new featuwe they added in the game, called ghost matches. Remember when Mawshall beat me?"
"Y-Yeah?" Chase slurred.
"Well he not only beat me, but he also set a new wecowd. It saved his data because of it, and created a ghost data."
"Ghost data?" Chase repeated.
"Mhm." Zuma confirmed, while he selected footloose on the menu, and displayed a slot dubbed, "Ghost Data" with an option to play a ghost match. "With this, I can play through the song and go up against the ghost. Not only that, it pwesents Playew two as the ghost. So as the song goes on, it copies evewymove Mawshall made that day. Evewy note he made, evewy move he missed, it's exactly how Mawshall played when he beat me. Isn't that so cool?"
Chase looked on in awe. He could hardly believe what Zuma was saying, but it was true. He clearly saw the dance pad lighting up as if someone was there, playing with Zuma. "That's…..amazing."
"It is, isn't it?" Zuma said, as he started to form tears in his eyes. Tears of pure joy. "When I do this….it's…...It's like Mawshall is wight next to me. Playing with me again, and giving it his all to beat me…..like he did that day, befowe…."
Zuma couldn't finish but Chase took the lead. "...the accident."
Zuma's smile faded, as he sniffed himself to whimpers. Chase gave Zuma a quick hug, allowing him to cry softly on his shoulder.
While he did, Chase looked at the screen with tantalizing eyes. From all he gathered, it sounds like Marshall's essence was saved in the game. Forever to live on in Pup Pup Boogie 2: Dance Revolution.
Even though he believed Zuma, he just had to experience it for himself. "Hey…..Zuma? I-Is it okay if...I could give it a try?"
Zuma let go of Chase and looked at him with strange scared eyes, as if he didn't want Chase to play at all. Despite this, Zuma spoke with half certainly. "SSSuwe dude. Go ahead."
Putting aside Zuma's nerves. Chase stepped up to the pad, selected to play the ghost match, and stretched himself in preparation.
After the game loaded, the pad scanned Chase's body, to display the german shepherd avatar on top of the input layout. He looked at the other one and saw the dalmatian avatar. He looked at the dance pad next to him, and noticed four buttons that were lit up, exactly where Marshall stood at the start of the song, on that fateful day.
Chase's heart melted as the words "Get Ready!" appeared on screen. Chase looked at it, ready to start the song.
The song started with a bouncy jump beat with Chase began to follow the inputs with confidence. He knew the inputs to the song like the back of his paws, so it was possible for him to look to his right every other note to see the buttons on the other pad, light up to every input Marshall made.
The guitar came in with a riff as the beat rolled on with the shepherd hitting every note like it was muscle memory. Gaining a healthy multiplier on him with him a little over Marshall's by about a few hundred points.
The lyrics came in with the beat slowing down slightly, as Chase did his best to hit every note.
Been working, so hard
I'm punching, my card
Eight hours, for what
Oh tell me what I got.
On cue in Chase's mind, the melody rose slightly with the guitar. Chase took a glance beside to see the inputs, and noticed that some were wrong. Chase was stricken by that. It was true…
I got this feeling
That times just holding me down
I'll hit the ceiling
Or else I'll tear up this town
So now I gotta cut loose
Footloose
Kick of your sunday shoes
Please, Louise
Pick me off of my knees
Jack, get back
Come on before we crack
Lose, your blues
Everybody cut footloose
After the first chorus, Chase took another look at the screen and noticed that he was now well away from Marshall. He remembered Marshall had a little trouble with this part. Especially in the second verse, and the game was displaying that exactly, which blew Chase away.
You're playing, so cool
Obeying every rule
Deep way down in your heart
Your burning yearning for some
Somebody to tell you
That'll life ant passing you by
I'm trying to tell you
It will if you don't even try
Chase paid attention to the chorus coming up. This was when Marshall started to come back up from a plethora of mess ups, and aced it. Chase was ready for it.
You'll get by only it you cut loose
Footloose
Kickoff your sunday shoes
As Chase predicted, Marshall's multiplier reached its max and was now gaining on him. Chase missed some notes, but nothing to be worried about except building the multiplier up.
Ooh-wee, Marie
Shake it, shake it for me
Whoa, Milo
C'mon, c'mon let's go
Lose your blues
Everybody cut footloose
As the song entered the bridge, Marshall was now right behind him by only seventy points, thanks to the note streak he had in the chorus. Chase could hardly believe it. He really was playing against Marshall. Giving him the competitive edge he gave Zuma.
Cut footloose
(Oh-oh-oh-oh)
Cut footloose
(Oh-oh-oh-oh)
Cut footloose
(Oh-oh-oh-oh)
Cut footloose
(Oh-oh-oh-oh)
You've got to turn me around
And put your feet on the ground
Gotta take the hold of all
Chase and Marshall were now neck and neck, as the tailspin came up. With the melody rising dramatically, Chase spun as much as he could, trying to get as many points to stay ahead of Marshall's ghost.
Now the front paw stand. Chase pushed up on his forelegs as far as he could. Keeping himself as straight as an arrow. Chase knew that Marshall had his back paws pretty high up, so he practically stood on his toes, being careful not to lose his balance.
I'm turning lose
Footloose
Right on cue, Chase went back down with a slight bounce and noticed that Marshall was blasting into it with all cylinders. Chase's competitive edge rose, as he tried to keep up with Marshall, who was amazingly two hundred points ahead.
Footloose
Kick of your sunday shoes
Please, Louise
Pick me off of my knees
Jack, get back
Come on before we crack
With his competitive edge all the way up, Chase surpassed Marshall, and went and went and went. Almost up to the record
Lose, your blues
Everybody cut footloose
Chase was almost at the record, and there were still plenty of song left. It was safe to say that he was going to beat Marshall.
Footloose, (Footloose), Footloose
Kick off the sunday shoes
Please, Louise
Pick me off of my knees
Jack, get back
Come on before we crack
Lose, your blues
Chase was now way ahead of Marshall with 999,475. Yeah, he got Marshall, and was going to obliterate the record. Only a catastrophe could prevent him from coming out on top.
Everybody cut, everybody cut
Everybody cut, everybody cut
Everybody cut, everybody cut
Chase was very, very close, until suddenly….
"NO!"
Before his score broke the record, Chase was tackled quickly to the ground, taking him out of the competition. Then the song ended with Chase at 999,997. One point away.
"Zuma! What was that for?! I almost had him?!" Chase yelped out, his back pain subsiding from landing on it.
Zuma was hysterically losing it. Yelling at the top of his lungs. "No Chase! No! You can't beat him!"
"What are you talking about Zuma?! I was about to, if you hadn't tackled me!" Chase yelled back, more confused than angry.
"No! You don't get it! You don't get it! You can nevew beat Mawshall! Not evew!"
"What is wrong with you buddy?! Why are you so upset with me?!"
Zuma's eyes were now loaded with tears, as he sobbed his words out. "You don't undewstand Chase! If you beat Mawshall, the game will ewase his data! He'll go away and won't come back! And I'll nevew play with him evew, evew, evew, evew, EVEW AGAIN! WAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"
Zuma fell on his belly and bawled on the floor like a kid who didn't want to leave an amusement park. Chase sat up and watched in bewilderment, as Zuma wailed. He now understood everything. If he would've beat Marshall, that of course would've meant the Chase would break the record. The game would've deleted his ghost data, and had Chase's be put in its place. Erasing Marshall from the game forever.
Chase walked up to the bawling Zuma, laid down next to him, and draped a forleg over him. He nuzzled the lab's cheek and hushed him to calm down.
Zuma got quieter and quieter as he hugged Chase and cried in his fur. Muffling his voice in Chase's chest.
"Chase? Zuma?"
Chase looked over, and spotted a very groggy Ryder, looking very concerned for his two pups. Chase looked firmly at his owner. "Everything's okay Ryder sir. You can go back to sleep. I got Zuma."
Ryder hesitated a little, before he gave his police pup a nod. "Okay Chase." He yawned heis last words out. "Don't stay up too late. Both of you."
"Yes sir Ryder sir." Chase said, as Ryder went back to his room.
After Zuma calmed down to whimpers, he let out. "Chase? I have a tewwible confession to make."
Chase looked on with soft eyes. "What is it buddy?"
Zuma sniffed before he confessed. "When I found out about the ghost matches, I kept it a secwet fwom all of you. I was so scawed of one of you, even me, bweaking Mawshall's wecowd, that I wanted to make suwe It kept pwesewved. When I told you that I couldn't sleep, I was half lying to you. Fow months, I have been coming in hewe almost evew night, playing Pup Pup Boogie with Mawshall. I know it's not healthy fow me, but it's the only way I can cope with Mawshall being gone. With Wocky still being unstable, Wubble not wanting to play at all, Skye's wanting to wun away still in my mind, Wyder twying to move on, and…..uh….me being mad at you, coming hewe evewy night, playing with Mawshall is the only thing keeping me from going insane wight now. Evewyone's changing Chase. Even if we twy ouw best to get back to the way it was, it will nevew be the same as it was. But….when I come hewe, to play with Mawshall's ghost, it nevew changes. It will always be the same, no mattew what. As long as Mawshall stays in the game, I can always go back to when evewthing was fine. When we didn't feel so sowwy fow ouwselfs, and change so much. It's my pawadise Chase, and I didn't evew want it to go away. I miss Mawshall so much mowe than I did when we had his funewal. When he died, evewyone changed and now we can't have fun anymowe. Not like we used to. We can't play evew play without having to think of Mawshall. Not to mention, I lost my best playmate in the wowled."
Chase stroked Zuma's fur as the lab whimpered on. "To tell you the twitch Chase, I'm not weally mad at you anymowe. I got over it months ago. I've just been so stwessed out that evewyone awound me is changing, and I'm bing left behind. I'm so sowwy I made you feel that I didn't cawe about you Chase, in fact, I didn't even cawe about myself." Zuma sobbed softly as he nuzzled Chase for comfort. "This would've nevew happened if Mawshall didn't die. No one would be so sad and lonely, and Mawshall would still be hewe."
Zuma cried some more as Chase gave him comforting strokes to soothe him. Once he was sure Zuma was done, he spoke his response to Zuma's tearful monologue.
"I know what you're going through, Zuma. In fact, I was in your exact paws not too long ago."
Zuma looked at Chase with curiosity. "Weally?"
"Yeah buddy. Although it was more on me than my friends." Chase formed tears of his own, as he tried to power through his response for Zuma's sake. "When my father died…...My whole life changed. Even after I accepted it, I still had to get used to not seeing or talking to him anymore. I wanted so desperately for him to come back, so he could at least see me and be proud of me, then everything would go back to normal. But that's only a fantasy, and I had to move on, without him."
Now it was Zuma's turn to stroke Chase, as he sniffed through his words. "There's not a day that goes by that I miss him more than ever. When dad was here, life was amazing. We played a lot, went sightseeing, and I was able to come along with on his job. But when he passed away, all that went away. I could no longer play anymore, I couldn't go hiking, or even get excited for a rescue, because I knew I would never get anything close to that experience I had with him, because he wasn't there to share it with me, and the worst part…" Chase nearly broke down at the last part. Zuma snuggled to his side to comfort him. "...is that It will never change for the better. I can be as happy as I can, but still have the glaring thought that someone really needs to see me right now, so they can be so proud of me when I reach my dreams. Zuma did his best to comfort the shepherd as he sobbed softly.
"Dude. That's totally sad. How awe you even able to move on at all?" Zuma asked with a whine.
Chase smiled suddenly, as he thought of one of Marshall's classic sayings. "Well, a very good friend of mine, told me that the only way to live with change is to make the best of it and just go. If you stop for even a second to think what could've been, life will pass you by and leave you in the dust. No matter how damaging it is to you, you must adapt. If you don't, you'll get stuck in the past and you will stay there forever."
"But...what about evewyone else? Theiw changing too much. What if you don't want them to change?" Zuma asked with a sad voice.
"Zuma, they're not changing, they're stuck themselves. They're not going to be like that forever. That's why we need to help them get unstuck, as they can accept change as much as we need to." Chase calmed. "You're forgetting that we all are going through the same thing you are. We all have the best of what we have, so all of us can continue with our lives."
Zuma gave a small smile to Chase. "You're wight dude. I guess I just need to be thewe for ouw fweinds when they need help twying to move on, and I will."
Chase kept his smile on him as they both got up on their feet. "That's the spirit buddy. Now. Let's get back to bed. It's almost five o clock. I don't think I'm going to get you guys up as early as I usually do today."
Zuma scratched the back of his neck. "Yeah, sowwy about that dude."
"It's okay buddy. Just no more late night Pup Pup Boogie sessions. You have the whole day for that." Chase let out, as they exited out of the lookout.
Zuma chuckled. "Yeah. I totally do. Goodnight dude."
"Good night, Zuma." Chase said back, as they both moved towards their puphouses.
"Chase?" The shepherd heard Zuma say as he turned around to acknowledge him.
"Yeah buddy?" Chase replied.
"Zuma gave him a warm smile. "I'm sowwy for being mad at you. I always knew that you meant well. Love you bro."
Chase gave an accomplished smile back, as the thought of Zuma being his friend again warned his heart. "Love you too, Zuma."
(A/N): Awwwww. Finally! Their bond has been restored! I bet Marshall is smiling down on them ten times over.
But will Chase ever get over his Father's death, and will Zuma adapt to the new normal? Find out next week, when Chapter 27: It's Your Nightmare is uploaded next week!
A little side note here, this Chapter was deeply inspired by a true story of a gamer, who went through his old Xbox and found his late father's ghost data! It warmed my heart and inspired me to write this chapter. Due to an annoyance circumstance, I can't give a link to the article, so all I can give is the title of the article. Son Finds His Late Dad's 'Ghost' In A Racing Video Game. Located on the Jalopnick website.
Question of The Chapter: Will Chase ever get over the death of his father? At least for the nightmares to stop?
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