Ralph weaved his way through the internet crowd, ignoring the user avatar stares and looking for just the right address. C'mon, J.P. Spamley, you gotta be here somewhere...

Their new friend on the internet was a strange one, though he definitely seemed to possess a good heart. Especially when compared to the various scummy popup advertisements that lived in the upper levels of the internet. Though he does have some dark connections, he thought, knowing that it could be his ticket to locating the other Vanellope. It was a simple plan, ask him for help or ask if he knows someone that could help.

He started walking through a more populated section of the web, naming off various buildings which represented random websites. "C'mon, Spamley… where's that stupid building," he muttered to himself. They had only visited it twice in their lives and Ralph knew he didn't have the best memory.

After what felt like an eternity, he finally spotted the familiar advertisement "Get Rich Playing Video Games" plastered on a dinky looking website building. Smiling, Ralph pushed his way through more crowds and practically busted his way inside.

The green figure was hunched over a virtual computer, clicking through various things and typing away. He didn't even look up. "Not now, whoever ya are. A bit busy."

"That any way to treat a friend?" Ralph asked, smirking down at him.

"Ralphie!"

The shifty figure ran over to give his friend a hug and smiled. "Nice to see ya, man. But, uh seriously I am busy so…" he tried to walk back a few paces, but Ralph gently twisted his body to face him again.

"I just need a bit of advice, it won't take long. I promise!"

Spamley sighed but nodded. "Alright, for you."

Ralph nodded and quickly gathered out the drug can, placing it on Spamley's desk.

"Jumping holy…" Spamley got so flustered he couldn't even finish. "Ralph! Where in sam hill did you get that?!"

"You're in a hurry so I'll make it a brief. A kid dropped it and I need to know where she would've gotten it."

The advert sighed, rubbing his head in tiny circles as if to nurse a headache. "Dark Web, no doubt."

"Yeah, but where in there?"

"Look, Ralph, I might know a few seedy people down there, but that doesn't mean I deal in… those," he said, looking at the can like it was an ugly tumor. "No. You're talkin' to the wrong guy, sorry," he stated, waving his arms to wash himself of the very idea.

Ralph groaned. "Well, do you know anyone. Anyone at all? W- what about your buddy that gave me that stupid virus?"

"Really? After going through all that crap, you wanna go back to him?"

"If it means saving this kid from a life of… of that!" he declared, pointing at the can accusingly. "Then, yes. I'd do anything."

"Look, I feel for ya and that kid, but messing around down there… no good will come of it. It was nice seeing ya again, though," he exclaimed then tipped his hat toward him, motioning for the door.

Ralph shook his head and wanted to say something else, but he knew that Spamley was just trying to stay safe. He couldn't blame him. "Yeah, nice seeing ya," Ralph muttered and quickly left.

Great, no leads and Spamley wasn't any help, Ralph thought as he left his website. He was seriously considering going down there, just to see if he could find any clues, but he didn't enjoy the idea of going down there blind.

"Arrrg!" Ralph screamed, smashing his impressively sized fists on a random bench, destroying it in one blow. "Think, Ralph. Who else can I ask…" the man trailed off, looking down.

Ralph couldn't believe what he was seeing. He was so shocked hearing such a familiar voice screaming at other characters that his mind went completely and utterly blank. There, standing in the middle of the internet road was none other than Vanellope, but judging by her tattered clothes and rude screaming, he could tell it was far from his von Schweetz.

Glancing around in panic, he tried to lean in so he could hear what she was saying. The girl was standing nearly two stories below him, weaving through various game characters who were traveling to and from random online servers.

"Out of my way, shit head! Move!"

Ralph already felt like washing both his ears and her mouth out with soap, but he kept focus. Squinting his eyes, he found her stop just into the portal of a strange sounding game: Fallout. The Vanellope clone dug into a tattered old backpack and brought out a strange looking mechanical device which she firmly latched onto her arm. He could barely see what it was, but from his vantage point, he could at least see the thing started to glow a dim green.

Satisfied, the girl nodded then ran into the gateway, leading into the strange game known as Fallout.

"Drugs, cussing and now game jumping? Sheesh, what won't this kid do?" Ralph asked himself as he casually walked over to the entryway of the mysterious game. "Fallout… I know I've heard of that game from somewhere…" he trailed off, trying to recall anyone who would have mentioned it. After a minute of this, he shook his head, realizing that he was just wasting time. A quick trek downstairs and he was standing just before the gateway.

"Alright, Ralph, you can do this. It's just another game! A, uh… a very spooky looking game," he noted, glancing at his surroundings. Just like how Slaughter Race and various other games had decorations on the outside of their buildings which represented them, so too did Fallout. A massive gear shaped doorway with a broken off door laid on the side. Ralph glanced at it and the only thing that truly came out his mind was a vault door, though this one was clearly for decoration as it was dented in several places and very much not functioning as an actual door.

He grunted and tried to find anything he could recognize, but all he saw were guns, monster statues covered in blood and lots of alien looking artifacts the likes of which his old game back in Litwak's arcade had never been privy to.

"Got a feeling I'm not gonna like it in there," Ralph muttered. He took a deep breath and sighed. "C'mon, get it together. That kid could be in trouble. You can do this…"

Even as he said it and started to walk through the massive vault portal, he still couldn't fully convince himself that what he was doing was really the right way to go about it.

Vanellope groaned, ignoring the stench of bloodied dead bodies and decomposing creature parts. Her nose wrinkled in disgust.

"I hate this stupid place," she muttered.

Glancing around, she spotted a run down old train station filled with crafting stations, vending machines, discarded suitcases and all manner of post-apocalyptic themed items and objects. She glanced down at her Pip-Boy and checked around the map a few times, her finger lightly tracing on the green screen, swiping from left to right.

"Almost there. Better stop by here for some stuff."

Inside, the environment was a big stark contrast from the run down and destroyed buildings outside. While it was far from clean and certainly smelled quite dirty, the place held no ravenous creatures ready to tear her apart limb from limb, or unseemingly sights. Just a run down looking train station depot with a single robot character ready to serve her.

"Hey, Whitey, how's life treatin' ya?"

While the actual in-game name of the strangely painted robot was actually Whitespring Station Vendor, to Vanellope it would always be Whitey. The robot in question had a peculiar design, akin to something someone might see in a nineteen fifties style science fiction film about killer robots on the loose. All of the chrome flair and curved metal style molding certainly fit with that style, but then again, so did everything in Fallout right down to her wrist-mounted computer, The Pip-Boy. To fit with the game's often comedic take on dark tones, the tall metal-clad machine on legs was painted to look like a stereotypical butler, complete with a brown suit and twirling mustache. The sight always made her smile.

"Greetings, c- chi- child," the robot replied, glitching through his speech patterns.

Granted, he is from the earlier version of this freaky game, she thought with an inward grimace. He wasn't bad to talk to, far from it, but back then the silly developers thought people wanted fewer characters to talk to and thus the whole place was filled with robots. Things had changed since then, but they kept a few around as a memento to the designer's original vision.

"H- how may I- I- I- I-"

She groaned and kicking him in the side of the head and then proceeded to slap him a few times with her tiny wrists. "Snap out of it!"

The machine glitched, beeped and moaned for a solid ten seconds before correcting itself. "Sorry, Van," he said, using a nickname for the kid. "Been a long day," it muttered in its monotone computerized voice.

"You and me both," she agreed while rummaging in a tattered old backpack. "Usual payment?"

The machine tilted its head and nodded.

While the currency of choice for the universe of Fallout was something far more themed to the overall tone of the game. Bottle Caps fit the theme for the universe since they were impossible to counterfeit in a world devoid of civilization. No working factories meant no new production for the strange currency, which made them perfect for a place which no longer valued paper money. The concept was too bizarre for the young child to wrap her head around, but she didn't often need to think about it.

However, what game characters actually traded with was something far more valuable, something players never even knew about; not that any of them actually knew their favorite playable characters had lives outside their game. To them, it was all a fiction, a fantasy. Something that sickened Vanellope, but it was just another one of those things that she had accepted.

"Five code stripes. Cut and ready to use!" she exclaimed, presenting her payment proudly. If Whitey had human eyes they would no doubt be bulging out of its sockets, but instead, he merely gasped as he examined them. They sparkled with a clean shine, the inner layer coated in a virtual copper. Vanellope's trade was the most valuable thing, to the right character.

"Functional, clean and ready to be spliced into anyone's code. And I mean… anyone!"

"Yes, yes, child. What do you require for trade?"

"Hmm. What do ya got?" she questioned, licking her tiny lips several times. She could practically taste her prize.

The strange robot looked around, making sure no players were near. Confirming this, he motioned for her to come around his counter, something not even users were privy to. Behind the counter held everything the game had and then some. Chems, weapons, cheat buffs, armor, junk, rare quest items and anything else players would literally kill for. But Vanellope's eyes were locked square on the chems cabinet.

"Buffout, Stimpacks, Sugar Bombs?! Oh…" she could feel herself practically drooling, but she had done enough of that earlier. "Nuka Cola… candied Mentats. Oh… oh! Yes! Yes Yes!" she cheered, jumping and skipping around, she even glitched a few times though that caused her to stop in her tracks. Ow, ow, ow…" she moaned, watching red corrupted code wash over her body. It stung so badly she was forced to hold back tears.

C'mon, Van, you're a big girl. It's just pain… horrible pain.

"Are you alright, Van?"

"Yeah, yeah. So how much for each?"

"Hmm… " If the robot could smile, he no doubt would have.

A few moments later, Van was skipping on her way out and her bag filled to the brim with various Fallout chems, treats, food, and sodas. She waved to Whitey and sprawled back into the wastes.

"Alright, Rose, hope you're ready for a visit," she said while cracking a fresh Nuka Cola. "My boss needs so- something from ya," she muttered, her teeth chattering while her body glitched over yet again. She moaned while sipping away at her favorite drink.

She walked away from the old train station, taking in the wastes one step at a time. The place was nothing like her old home, but in her eyes, it was the only real home she had.

"Home? What a joke," she muttered, thinking about times which had gone by long ago.

"Taffyta," Vanellope started, pinching the bridge of her nose. "We've been in this store for, like… I dunno, forever! Are we finished yet?"

The girl in question fluffed out her hair, looking it all over in the store's mirror for imperfections. She stood tall and proud as she examined all the new hair accessories that she was about to purchase; the collection of them making her vanilla colored hair shine.

"You can't rush perfection, Van. This party is gonna be the biggest thing ever held in the arcade to date! I must look… sublime!

Van rolled her eyes, sinking her hands into her jacket pockets.

"How about you? What will you wear?"

The princess of Sugar Rush groaned. "What else? What's "expected" of a princess. Fancy dress, gumball braids in my hair and…" she stopped and made a fake gagging noise. "And makeup."

Taffyta said nothing for a moment while she repositioned the little candies over her hair. "Oh? And why is it expected? Who says you hafta wear that stuff?"

She scoffed. "Sour Bill for one."

"Bill? What's he gonna do to stop ya? Not to be mean, Vanney, but he's, like, half your size," she said with a giggle.

"Hmm, good point. But it's better to keep up appearances with the other games. Ugh, I hate parties," she said. The mint themed girl took a seat on the floor and rested her chin in her hands with a disappointed sigh.

Suddenly she felt a mild pressure under her chin as Taffyta tilted her head up. "Look at me. Do I look good enough for a party?"

Vanellope gave a slight smile and a thumbs up. "Yeah, Taffyta. You look amazing."

Van was surprised to find her hand cupped as Taffyta yanked her up. 'Excellent. Now let's find you something that really says you!"

"What? I already told you-"

"Oh, who cares some stuffy sour candy thinks you have to wear. Let's have some fun!"

The raven-haired girl hesitated but gave her a shy smile. "O- okay!"

They both jumped in the air, hands held with happy and warm smiles. Everything was going to be perfect.

Van downed her soda and let out a loud belch before tossing the glass bottle over her head. It shattered on impact and she casually walked off. "That party… I gotta stop thinking about it." Her hands shook, feeling a familiar itch creep up her spine. It urged her to keep going, to get the job done so could scratch it. "Just gotta keep going."

"C'mon, Vanellope, let's go have a race! Last one there's a black licorice vine!"

Vanellope shook her head and groaned. "Just keep going."

"I won! Ha! Told ya those new upgrades would work out. In your face, Vanny!"

"Keep going…" she muttered while her hands glitched again and again. She started to breathe erratically.

"Wanna share a shake in one of the new games, Princess Vanellope?"

"Let's throw a party!"

"Oh, my lemon drops! We unlocked some new tracks, c'mon princess! Let's race!"

Van had stopped walking already. She clutched her heart as more and more memories resurfaced. Happy memories, sad ones or just random thoughts of her days back in Sugar Rush. Her body shook with fear, her mind trying to block it all out.

"Stay sweet!"

"No one can stop… The Swizz!"

"I'm really glad you're my friend, Vanellope. I hope things never change."

"Shut up! SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP!" She screamed, not caring if any NPCs or bad guy characters or anyone else heard her. The girl pounded her forehead with her tiny fists over and over. Each hit causing a massive and very painful glitch to overtake her mind. Each hit helping her forget. "J- just stop. They're gone," she said while taking deep breaths.

The itch returned, but with no way to scratch it all the raven-haired girl could do was continue onwards. Occasionally checking her pipboy and readjusting course.

"They're gone…"

Ralph blanched at the sight before him. While Slaughter Race was certainly no Sugar Rush in terms of its atmosphere and overall aesthetic. Fallout was just depressing to look at. Destroyed buildings, dead trees, skeletons, and overall brown and bleak aesthetics made the wrecker stare in bewilderment. "How can the users even play this kind of game?"

And how can that kid even stand it here? She just gets spookier and spookier…

Ralph surveyed his surroundings. Looking behind him, he spotted a familiar looking vault door only this time it wasn't destroyed and seemed very much in use. Adorned on the center were the numbers 76, though the significance of that was lost on him.

"Why you want a vault door pushed into a mountain?" he asked, shaking his head in confusion. "Whatever, just gotta find that kid and we can get out of here," he muttered and took a few steps forward. Then he froze.

He had stepped in something and went to wipe it off, but when he noticed the blood-red colored pile of organs oozing off his feet, he squealed like a little girl and practically fainted. "Get it off! Get it off! Oh my Sega, this is so wrong! When did video games become so disgusting?!"

Eventually, he calmed down and was able to wipe off most of the vial liquids on some grass. "Man, gotta watch where you step in this place."

The man wiped his face with one of his huge hands and sighed. "Okay, Ralph, get a grip. Man up. You've faced Turbo and a massive volcano, one stupid violent game isn't gonna kill ya."

He picked a random direction and followed it, tiptoeing down a set of ominous looking stairs which lead away from the strange vault. "Just gotta find someone to talk to and-"

"Hello there! Welcome to the Wastelan- Oh Dear, you're not from around here, are you?" asked the voice which spoke in a very rich stereotypical British accent.

Ralph blanched at the sight of a three-eyed floating robot with what looked like a buzzsaw for one hand and an injection needle for the other. He could hardly make heads or tails of the strange machine.

Scratching his head, the wrecker shrugged. "Uh, yeah, what gave it away?"

The mechanical eyes on the machine focused a few times. "Well, given the comedic style of the developers, it wouldn't shock me if they put you in here as some sort of joke update to excite the player base. But likely it's the fact that you seem a tad… cartoony?"

"I'll take that as a compliment. Name's Ralph, by the way," Ralph said, hesitantly stretching his hand out.

The robot used one of its free hands and shook. "Cogsworth, a pleasure to make your acquaintance. But, what are you doing here? This isn't the friendliest game to be poking around in, Ralph."

"Yeah," he said, looking out on the horizon to some ruined buildings. "I got that. I don't plan on sticking around for too long, but I'm looking for someone. A kid, about yay high," he explained, pushing his hand down to his knees.

"A child… ah, you mean Van."

"Van, like… Vanellope?"

"Call her that and I doubt you'll wake up to see the morning," he warned. "Van is usually out around the Savage Divide, toward the center of the map. If I'm not mistaken. But, my good sir, why would you want to seek her out, of all things?"

"It's a long story, now the Dividey place is where? Which direction?"

"Erm, well it's sort of down that way," he muttered, pointing to the right. "But, my good sir, your code is not part of this game and one wrong move and it could be game over!"

Ralph shrugged. "Well, neither is her code! Uh, at least I don't think?"

"Van's? Not that I'm aware of, granted that girl can pack a punch so I wouldn't worry. But if you're seriously planning on going after her, you'll need more than just your enormous fists, not everything is as polite as I am in this wasteland of a game."

After checking her PipBoy for perhaps the millionth time, she finally stood just minutes away from The Top of the World, a massive strange looking building in the shape of a stereotypical UFO often seen in old looking comic books. It stood tall, towering over everything around it.

"Okay, Rose, I'm coming for ya," she warned.

The girl walked on ahead, barely paying attention to the massive group of super mutants, a faction of highly irradiated humans with super strength, a bad temper and ugly looking green skin. At least, that was how players saw them as.

"Hey gang, how life treatin' ya?" she asked, waving to a small group of them.

The super mutants gave a friendly wave. "Can't complain," one said while scratching its bare chest.

"I killed two players today! Heh, I'm on a roll, Van!"

The spunky girl giggled. "Oh really? Nice. Anyway, I'm off to see Rose. How she been?"

The mutant character shrugged. "Same ol'. But, why are ya visiting her now?"

Van averted her eyes and shrugged. "What? I can't visit a friend? M- maybe I'm bored," she said and then her body glitched in several places.

The mutant character scowled. "We know when you're lying, Van. So, the truth. If you please?"

"Got some trading to do, and that's all you need to know barf breath," she chided and started to skip off.

The mutant grunted, watching her leave. "You better watch where you step! There are mines about, girl!"

Van sighed and nodded to him, taking her journey at a slower pace. "Just gotta get in and out," she told herself, her body glitching yet again. "In and out…"

Make sure she takes the cube. You gotta make her believe it was a trade, not that you just gave the thing up willingly. Rose is a smart one, she'll sense a trap from a mile away.

As she neared the building, a strange looking elevator with a curved door came into her view. She hopped into the thing and had to jump as high as she could just to reach one of the buttons. The door slid shut and up she went. The place was sure to be full with raiders, dead bodies and all manner of other things which made her skin crawl. Though in the older days of the game, no one was around except a lonely robot known as Rose.

The door slid open revealing to her the character in question, standing and looking down at her with a smug smile. Rose was no longer just a robot, but a fully clothed human character with a bad attitude. The woman popped a piece of gum in her mouth and started chewing rather casually.

"Van? My boys spotted ya here from a mile away. What brings you to my neck of the woods?" she asked and swung an automatic assault rifle over her shoulders, making Vanellope gulp in fear.

Be polite, be calm. Just stay calm…

"Well?"

"T- trading!" she blurted out without thinking. Rose tilted her head to the side while the girl dug in through her backpack. "Uh, here to trade, if that's cool?"

Keep calm, slow movements.

Rose chewed on her lip then glanced up and waved to someone off in the distance. Van glanced just behind her and saw one of Rose's raider friends walk over. Without any hesitation at all, he grabbed her backpack and jammed it off of her small body.

"Hey!" Vanellope yelped, glitching in several places. "Watch it, will ya!"

Ignoring her, he rummaged around inside, making a quick inventory in his head at what she had. Satisfied, he threw the bag back in Vanellope's face then walked over to whisper something in Rose's ear.

"Mhm, doesn't seem like you got a whole lot there, little one," she teased. "Sorry you wasted the dangerous trek, but I'll have to pass," she said rather dismissively. She waved her hand and the other raiders walked off as she started to join them.

"Now wait just a gosh darn minute!" Van exclaimed. She stomped her feet a few times and practically snared at the woman. "I was not trading anything from my bag, you s-t-stupid heads!" Her body glitched several times, causing her to wince in pain.

Still walking away, Rose brushed her hair out of her eyes and glanced back. "Well, these s-t-stupid heads are gonna prepare for another player ambush. I suggest you run and hide before you get hurt, you little rugrat."

The ex racer's face turned beet red, her body glitching in several places. The pain and embarrassment at that point were beyond excruciating, but she held in her tears.

Don't come back unless you complete your job.

"Fine! I guess I'll take this data miner cube and go elsewhere!"

That did it. The raiders stopped, Rose stopped and Vanellope stopped breathing as her body glitched in several spots. The cube had been lifted from her pocket and was held high above her head like a prize.

Rose began giggling. In an instant, several of her goons were on Van like a fly to honey. Several of them cocking guns and not being shy at where they aimed them. "Ah, ah, ah!" Van exclaimed and held the tiny cub just in front of her mouth, looking ready to consume the thing.

Rose snapped her fingers, causing several raiders to lower their guns, though two kept them trained on Van's face.

"M- make one wrong move, a- an- and I sw- swear I'll swallow!"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, little lady. Swallow and we'll rip it out of you, code by code. Give it up now and we may let ya leave. We hold all the cards."

Crazy bitch," Van thought. She took a deep breath to calm her nerves. Slow and steady. Sell it right.

"You'd really kill just for this? Y- you that desperate?"

"Desperation can be an ugly thing. Would moy be that desperate? No, I think I'd do it just for the fun of it, you little brat. Now fork it over and no one has to get hurt… maybe."

The others chuckled loudly at that, making Van wince. Rose rolled her eyes and leaped forward and carefully placed her fingers on the tiny cube, tightened her grip and yanked it into her possession.

Perfect," Van thought and had to resist the urge to smile. Now I just have to make it seem like I didn't want her to take it and I'm golden…

Rose twirled the thing in her hand while Vanellope stood off to the side, glaring at one of the raiders who had a gun pointed at her head. However, her eyes quickly focused on the cube. She could just barely make out a tiny little spark shoot out from it, a spark which was dark red and traveled up Rose's arm, not that she had noticed. Vanellope's face twitched into a slight smile.

Time to put on a show…

"Y- you can't just take that from me!"

"Can and did. Boys? Kick her out, our business is complete."

Put on a show… put on a show… It was important to keep up appearances. Rose was smart, perhaps the most intelligent character that Vanellope knew, which surprised her when she hadn't sensed a trap yet. A trap which had gone off the second she touched the cube.

A raider thug picked Vanellope up by the scruff of her jacket and threw her over his back with a loud thud.

"Toss her in the elevator and lock the thing. Give it player access only," Rose commanded.

"I- I'll kill you! Y- you're a stupid bitch! G-give it back!" the girl screamed, kicking and flailing her feet in a vain attempt to escape.

As it turned out, she had gone a bit far with the insults. Rose snapped her fingers, making the raider stop in his tracks. The look that Rose gave Van made her blood run cold as the raider neared her.

The young one blinked up at her while Rose cracked her knuckles.

"Uh, y- you can ju- just keep the s- stupid cube. We're even, kay?" she quickly squeaked out while her body glitched again. The other raiders thought it was a riot.

"Even huh?" Rose asked and Van could only think to nod as she cowered in fear.

The raider struck her fist into the young racer's face, hard. Everyone heard a sickening crack while blood exploded in all directions. The resounding force flung Vanellope back several feet and out of the raider's hands.

Van felt dizzy. Pain erupted from her body in every direction, but none more so than her face. She reached out a trembling hand to stop the blood flow, but all it did was add to the pain.

Rose shook her head then grabbed the kid by the scruff of her jacket while the child whimpered in fear. The battle-hardened woman spit in the girl's face then flung her back into the elevator shaft. Somewhere through the pain, she felt her favorite jacket had torn in several places.

"Now, we're even, kid. Let that be a lesson to ya!"

A few minutes later, Vanellope found herself back on the bottom floor with the super mutant gang. Her jacket ripped and her face and nose bleeding quite profoundly. She sniffled and cried loudly, not caring who saw. Eventually, the mutant leader offered a hand and slowly picked her up before grabbing her backpack.

"You really rub Rose the wrong way, you know that right?"

Vanellope had both of her hands pressed firmly on her nose to quell the bleeding. "Shud up," she lisped, though her voice sounded quite weazy as if her nose was actually broken.

The mutant rolled his eyes and handed the girl a towel. "While she may have gone a bit too far on this one, maybe a new change of attitude would prevent any further… complications like these."

Feeling quite weak, all she could do was nod and accept the gift. The girl forced the towel into her face and panted in and out, trying to calm down. Mission successful. Just calm down. Deep breathes…

No players had shown up in quite some time, so the mutant waved her over to a nearby bunker. "Might I suggest a stimpack?"

Vanellope shuddered. While she couldn't deny that stimpacks were quite useful, that didn't make a sharp needle any less pleasant; especially one aimed directly at her face! Sniffling some, she shook her head and backed away a few feet.

The mutant sighed. "Well, just take it in case you change your mind, Van."

"F- fwanks," she muttered and pocketed the thing before slowly walking away.

"Where are you off to now?"

"Sh- sheep," she lisped. Sleep sounds good.

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