DISCLAIMER: No, my dears, the newsies in this story don't belong to me
unfortunately. I mean, c'mon now, I'd be doing better things with them if
they did. *snickers* Anywho, Nicollet belongs to me if you really care that
much. So here's my disclaimer, please don't sue me. Taco Bell and Chik-fil-
a are not mine either, and neither is Wendy's. Quite frankly, none of the
food chains mentioned in this story belong to me. Enjoy the show.
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*Confessions*
~~~Nicollet watched Specs and his girlfriend with a jealous sigh. Her name was Emma. She had long flowing red hair like the tresses of a fairy tale's damsel and gorgeous green eyes that could keep one staring for eternity. Her smile was grand and her personality so nice that it was simply impossible to detect any flaws in the girl. And to make matters worse, she simply looked adorable together with Specs, the two laughing and joking like newly-weds. Nicollet cast her eyes downward and gazed at the turkey sub she had ordered for lunch. For some reason, she wasn't that hungry anymore.
"Heya Race, nice shiner." She looked up at Snitch's familiar voice just in time to see the boy sit at her side along with Race, Jack, and Blink. Smiling at the black mark that adorned the area surrounding Race's eye, she recalled the day after her encounter with Spot in which she had confronted the gambling traitor, shouting "you promised not to tell him!" Race could only laugh at her misfortune but the banter soon ended when Nicollet balled up a fist and struck it against his face.
"You put ice on that thing yet?" she asked him now, as he tried to avoid her look. "It looks like it's getting bigger and bigger every day." The others laughed.
Meanwhile, Snitch was busying himself with pilfering a fry from Nicollet's food tray, a theft that proved successful. He popped the snack into his mouth with a grin and congratulated himself on his victory. "But Nikki-girl, I thought you wanted to go out with Spot."
"Actually, if any of you had a brain capacity bigger than that of a jackass, you'd recall that I only said I liked the idiot. I never said I wanted to hook up with him. But Race, here, is just a genius at crossing information, aint he?" She glared at him, but wore a grin to let him know it was all in jest. Besides, she wasn't about to let her crew know exactly what had happened between her and Spot, how torn she had felt at having to pain him so. She had even skipped the following two days of school out of embarrassment and shame, choosing rather to shoot to the mall for a few hours of shopping and contemplation. The end result of which was a new outfit complete with plaid capris and a cute kitten tank top, yet no resolution for what she had done to Spot.
Jack launched a spit ball into the air and ducked in laughter when the wet projectile landed onto the bald head of a passing administrator. The man spun around furiously, but unable to detect the juvenile delinquent, he stormed off muttering something about confounded high school students. Jack laughed hysterically before consulting Nicollet about the matter presently at hand. "Listen, you should've just given Spot a chance. I mean, you two got chemistry and all, right? You argue like a married couple already, so what's the problem?"
"The problem," Nikki answered, "is that I don't want to be tied down in a relationship!" She gave them each a serious look, showing them she meant every word of what she had just uttered; they didn't give her any more protest.
Blink, of course, naturally had to throw some comment in to enrage the girl. "Well don't look now, but your lover boy is heading this way!"
"Oh dear god..." Nicollet groaned at the announcement. The last thing she wanted was to talk to Spot, for fear that a fight between them would break out in front of their friends. However, when she looked up to see her would-be best friend nearing their lunch table, no greater surprise could she face than to see him walking hand in hand with Amanda Riley, perhaps her greatest archenemy up to date.
She glared at the couple. Amanda Riley was the kind of girl one loved to hate. She was the type who found it necessary to wear eighty-dollar shoes, fashionable clothes straight out of a glamour magazine, and thick eyeliner that always reminded Nicollet of Medusa for some reason. Spot was dressed in one of his preppy outfits today, reminding the girl of Dawson and his creek. She smiled up at them with that mischievous expression of hers. "Well, well, well. If it isn't Abercrombie and Bitch."
"You whore!" Amanda stepped forward ready to engage in one of those senseless, uncoordinated cat fights in which hair-pulling and slapping are the main ways of defense, but Spot held her back while Nicollet only watched on undaunted.
"So Spot," she said, her words fueled by the snickering of her nearby friends, "you screwing the whole cheerleading team or just the head captain?"
Spot glared at the comment, especially because it only infuriated Amanda all the more. She turned to him, demanding with her eyes that he see about the problem, but when he remained motionless, she marched off with head held high. He sighed. "Nikki, did ya really have to say that crap?"
"What's the deal with you being with her in the first place?"
"Yea," Blink chimed in, "just a few days ago you were asking Nikki out and now you're hanging with that skank?"
Nicollet shot him a menacing look. She could not believe he had just blurted that out! First off, her anger had nothing to do with Spot moving in fast with his relationships, and secondly, it wasn't Blink's business to be involving his comments in!
"What the hell are you talking about? I didn't ask Nikki out."
The entire table was left in utter confusion. What exactly was going on between the two best friends? No one got a chance to find out, for before anything else could be said, Nikki grabbed her backpack and walked off without a word.
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Spot plunged his incision knife into the dead frog sprawled out before him and laughed when digestive juices squirted out from the wound onto Jack's goggles. Mrs. Meahl momentarily scolded him; he apologized and set to cleaning his lab table.
Jack took off his goggles and wiped the yellowish slime they bore onto the apron all students were required to wear. "So, uh, Spotty. You better talk to you girl; she keeps shooting angry glances this way."
"Oh yea?" Spot looked up from the sink where he was washing his hands with sanitizer but only saw Amanda busily writing away notes from her book. "What are ya talking about?"
"I wasn't talking about Amanda, I was talking about Nikki." He gestured behind them with an inconspicuous nod of his head. Spot caught on and narrowed his eyes baffled when he found Nikki glowering at him as she whispered what appeared to be angry statements to her lab partner. He wondered what could possibly be her problem and had every intention of finding out that very moment, but Jack blocked his way.
"Don't get all up in her face just because she's jealous, Spot. I mean, she can't help it. We tell you she wants to hook up, but then you guys never get together. I swear, I don't understand either of you!"
"You make it sound as if it's my fault we're not together," Spot argued back. "She's the one that said she doesn't see me as anything more than a friend, okay? And I'm fine with that. Really, I am. But I'm not going to let her blow up on every girl I happen to go out with, alright?"
Jack sighed as he set the goggles to rest atop a nearby table. "Listen, I don't know what she told you that day you went over her house, but the truth is that despite what she may tell you, she likes you more than you'd ever know. She just hides it real well, even from us! She doesn't want to get in too deep with someone and end up getting hurt; you have to show her that's not going to happen with you two."
"I don't know, Jack. If she wanted to be with me, she'd tell me herself. You know how she is, outgoing, always speaking her mind. Why would she bottle up something like this? It's not like we've never done anything a normal couple would do. Hell, we even sleep over each other's places sometimes. She wouldn't keep her feelings from me."
"She would if they were for you."
Spot thought upon that and did not know how to respond.
~*~*~*~*~
It was a surreal day in Nikki's household because for once, her parents actually were not fighting like the opposing rivals she always considered them. She was beginning to think someone had drugged their beverages earlier in the day when they actually held a civil conversation during lunch. It was simply...odd, to say the least. But she didn't mind at all. If anything, she wished their relations were more like the one they showed towards each other now. Calm, tranquil, and even loving.
She considered how long the feelings might last. How long would it be until they were back at fighting? Was there any possible way to avoid an altercation? She excused herself from the kitchen table to answer the door when the bell sounded throughout the house. It was a nice little ring, like the melody of a wind chime; music to the ears. Nikki wiped her hands on her pants and opened the door, forgetting to first look as she often did. "Spot..."
The boy smiled ever so slightly that Nikki assumed he was not feeling well, or had endured a rough day. He always had a smirk to offer her. "Can I, uh, come in?"
"Sure." She stepped aside and let him in, closing the door once he had entered. "So what's up? You look like something's bothering you." She followed him into the living room where he plopped down onto a couch and waited for her to join him before speaking.
"I've been giving alotta thought to certain things."
To occupy herself, she began playing with the laces that tied up her shoes. Not particularly the most interesting task, but at least it kept her from looking directly at Spot. "What kinda things?"
"Well, 'us' for example."
The answer definitely required more than a verbal response. She looked up at him, startled. Where was he leading with all this? Was it the start of another fight? A lecture about how she couldn't continue putting down his girlfriend?
She cleared her throat. "What about us?"
"Nikki, I know you think hooking up with me is the biggest joke of the millennium and I'm cool with that. But I'm not cool with the possibility that you're lying to me when you say crap like that." He passed a hand through his hair to comb back fallen strands, but it was merely something to pass the time. To be honest with himself, he had no idea what to say next. There was enough tension in the air having Nikki right beside him as he told her how he felt. It would've been a hundred times easier had they been chatting online.
"Who are you to say that I was lying?"
"I didn't come all the way down here to fight with you."
"All the way down here?" She laughed at the exaggeration. "You live two blocks away, Spot! That's like, a five minute walk!"
Spot rolled his eyes. "You say you weren't lying but our friends beg to differ, and it's confusing the hell out of me trying to figure out whether you really do want to get together or are just playing mind games. And then to top it off, when you say you don't care what I do with my life, you only end up getting jealous whenever I'm with some new chick!"
Nicollet couldn't deny that his argument held some truths. She supposed she was being rather contradictory when dealing with Spot. "I just don't want to lose you as my best friend. That's all."
"Why would you think you'd lose me? You're like, my better half. You think I'd trade you in for some girlfriend? I would've hoped you knew me better than that." He was circling around the real words he wanted to say but he had to buy time some way or another. How could he reveal his feelings while Nikki was all flustered up? He'd have to soothe her feelings first, alleviate any pain he might have caused her, and then bring everything out in the open. He waited for her to reply.
"I don't know..." was all she could think to say. It really didn't make any sense, she concluded, to worry her head off about Spot trading in their friendship for something more. They loved each other, and that was worth everything. She scooted in closer to him and leaned her head onto his shoulder with a sigh.
Seizing the opportunity to be laidback with each other like they use to, Spot wrapped an arm around her and leaned her down so that she was laying onto the couch with her head on his lap, grinning up at him as he played with her hair. She loved snuggling with him like that, being warm and feeling protected in his strong arms, knowing nothing could come between them. She laced her fingers with his free ones and closed her eyes to daydream.
"Spot?"
"Mmhmm?"
"You never finished what you were saying; you said you had been thinking a lot about us." There was a long silence. She opened her eyes to make sure he was still paying attention and saw that his eyes looked as if they were thinking over a complicated matter. "Spot, are you okay?"
He smiled reassuringly. "Yea, I'm good." But his expression quickly turned to one of concern. "Nikki, I gotta do something and I don't want you getting offended or anything. It's just that, ever since Race and company made up that thing about you liking me, I've kinda been looking at you in a different way. And I mean, it's no big deal, cause I'm sure it'll pass after a while, but I just need to make sure..."
"So what do you need to do?" She sat up then and pulled herself onto his lap, watching his reactions more closely. What did he mean by seeing her differently?
Spot didn't answer her with words. Instead, he gently took her face in his hands, looked into her eyes for one long shuddering moment, and then pressed his lips against hers in a kiss that immediately sent both into another realm of fervent ecstasy. The chills that channeled through their bodies, the heat waves that radiated from the embrace, and the invisible connection that flowed between them...they were all confusing yet understandable at once.
Nicollet was taken by surprise by Spot's moves but the feel of his mouth against hers somehow broke the barriers she had so long been constructing around her heart, and now she only wanted more of him. She grabbed his shirt tightly and kissed him back with as much force as she could muster. Enlivened by her desire to go further, Spot knew at once he had done the right thing. Finally they had admitted to each other the feelings they had kept hidden for so long. Finally they could be open about how they really felt.
He used his weight against her and began pushing her back against the couch but she stopped abruptly and pulled away from him. "Spot," she said blushing. "My parents are home!"
"Can we go to your room?" he asked anxiously, planting kisses up and down her neck.
A moan escaped from her mouth and it was all she could to keep from being seduced by the charmer Spot was now being. She nudged him away reluctantly. "No, we can't. They'd kill you if they found out you were the bastard that screwed their daughter!" They laughed together, Spot stealing a kiss from her afterwards.
"I'll go home, then. It's getting late anyways, and I have a test to study for." He rose from the couch, taking one of Nikki's hands and pulling her up to a standing position beside him. He grabbed her around the waist and tasted her lips once more before bidding her a goodnight and leaving the house with a love struck grin.
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More to Come, but Review!!!
A.N.: THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU to: Technicolor Dreamgirl, Dimples, Trek, ember, Seraph, Neveah Vraign, and Ice Renegade!!! Your reviews rock my socks, girls! I love reading how you felt about each chapter so keep those reviews rolling in! Love ya! And hope ya like this new addition!
*Confessions*
~~~Nicollet watched Specs and his girlfriend with a jealous sigh. Her name was Emma. She had long flowing red hair like the tresses of a fairy tale's damsel and gorgeous green eyes that could keep one staring for eternity. Her smile was grand and her personality so nice that it was simply impossible to detect any flaws in the girl. And to make matters worse, she simply looked adorable together with Specs, the two laughing and joking like newly-weds. Nicollet cast her eyes downward and gazed at the turkey sub she had ordered for lunch. For some reason, she wasn't that hungry anymore.
"Heya Race, nice shiner." She looked up at Snitch's familiar voice just in time to see the boy sit at her side along with Race, Jack, and Blink. Smiling at the black mark that adorned the area surrounding Race's eye, she recalled the day after her encounter with Spot in which she had confronted the gambling traitor, shouting "you promised not to tell him!" Race could only laugh at her misfortune but the banter soon ended when Nicollet balled up a fist and struck it against his face.
"You put ice on that thing yet?" she asked him now, as he tried to avoid her look. "It looks like it's getting bigger and bigger every day." The others laughed.
Meanwhile, Snitch was busying himself with pilfering a fry from Nicollet's food tray, a theft that proved successful. He popped the snack into his mouth with a grin and congratulated himself on his victory. "But Nikki-girl, I thought you wanted to go out with Spot."
"Actually, if any of you had a brain capacity bigger than that of a jackass, you'd recall that I only said I liked the idiot. I never said I wanted to hook up with him. But Race, here, is just a genius at crossing information, aint he?" She glared at him, but wore a grin to let him know it was all in jest. Besides, she wasn't about to let her crew know exactly what had happened between her and Spot, how torn she had felt at having to pain him so. She had even skipped the following two days of school out of embarrassment and shame, choosing rather to shoot to the mall for a few hours of shopping and contemplation. The end result of which was a new outfit complete with plaid capris and a cute kitten tank top, yet no resolution for what she had done to Spot.
Jack launched a spit ball into the air and ducked in laughter when the wet projectile landed onto the bald head of a passing administrator. The man spun around furiously, but unable to detect the juvenile delinquent, he stormed off muttering something about confounded high school students. Jack laughed hysterically before consulting Nicollet about the matter presently at hand. "Listen, you should've just given Spot a chance. I mean, you two got chemistry and all, right? You argue like a married couple already, so what's the problem?"
"The problem," Nikki answered, "is that I don't want to be tied down in a relationship!" She gave them each a serious look, showing them she meant every word of what she had just uttered; they didn't give her any more protest.
Blink, of course, naturally had to throw some comment in to enrage the girl. "Well don't look now, but your lover boy is heading this way!"
"Oh dear god..." Nicollet groaned at the announcement. The last thing she wanted was to talk to Spot, for fear that a fight between them would break out in front of their friends. However, when she looked up to see her would-be best friend nearing their lunch table, no greater surprise could she face than to see him walking hand in hand with Amanda Riley, perhaps her greatest archenemy up to date.
She glared at the couple. Amanda Riley was the kind of girl one loved to hate. She was the type who found it necessary to wear eighty-dollar shoes, fashionable clothes straight out of a glamour magazine, and thick eyeliner that always reminded Nicollet of Medusa for some reason. Spot was dressed in one of his preppy outfits today, reminding the girl of Dawson and his creek. She smiled up at them with that mischievous expression of hers. "Well, well, well. If it isn't Abercrombie and Bitch."
"You whore!" Amanda stepped forward ready to engage in one of those senseless, uncoordinated cat fights in which hair-pulling and slapping are the main ways of defense, but Spot held her back while Nicollet only watched on undaunted.
"So Spot," she said, her words fueled by the snickering of her nearby friends, "you screwing the whole cheerleading team or just the head captain?"
Spot glared at the comment, especially because it only infuriated Amanda all the more. She turned to him, demanding with her eyes that he see about the problem, but when he remained motionless, she marched off with head held high. He sighed. "Nikki, did ya really have to say that crap?"
"What's the deal with you being with her in the first place?"
"Yea," Blink chimed in, "just a few days ago you were asking Nikki out and now you're hanging with that skank?"
Nicollet shot him a menacing look. She could not believe he had just blurted that out! First off, her anger had nothing to do with Spot moving in fast with his relationships, and secondly, it wasn't Blink's business to be involving his comments in!
"What the hell are you talking about? I didn't ask Nikki out."
The entire table was left in utter confusion. What exactly was going on between the two best friends? No one got a chance to find out, for before anything else could be said, Nikki grabbed her backpack and walked off without a word.
~*~*~*~*~
Spot plunged his incision knife into the dead frog sprawled out before him and laughed when digestive juices squirted out from the wound onto Jack's goggles. Mrs. Meahl momentarily scolded him; he apologized and set to cleaning his lab table.
Jack took off his goggles and wiped the yellowish slime they bore onto the apron all students were required to wear. "So, uh, Spotty. You better talk to you girl; she keeps shooting angry glances this way."
"Oh yea?" Spot looked up from the sink where he was washing his hands with sanitizer but only saw Amanda busily writing away notes from her book. "What are ya talking about?"
"I wasn't talking about Amanda, I was talking about Nikki." He gestured behind them with an inconspicuous nod of his head. Spot caught on and narrowed his eyes baffled when he found Nikki glowering at him as she whispered what appeared to be angry statements to her lab partner. He wondered what could possibly be her problem and had every intention of finding out that very moment, but Jack blocked his way.
"Don't get all up in her face just because she's jealous, Spot. I mean, she can't help it. We tell you she wants to hook up, but then you guys never get together. I swear, I don't understand either of you!"
"You make it sound as if it's my fault we're not together," Spot argued back. "She's the one that said she doesn't see me as anything more than a friend, okay? And I'm fine with that. Really, I am. But I'm not going to let her blow up on every girl I happen to go out with, alright?"
Jack sighed as he set the goggles to rest atop a nearby table. "Listen, I don't know what she told you that day you went over her house, but the truth is that despite what she may tell you, she likes you more than you'd ever know. She just hides it real well, even from us! She doesn't want to get in too deep with someone and end up getting hurt; you have to show her that's not going to happen with you two."
"I don't know, Jack. If she wanted to be with me, she'd tell me herself. You know how she is, outgoing, always speaking her mind. Why would she bottle up something like this? It's not like we've never done anything a normal couple would do. Hell, we even sleep over each other's places sometimes. She wouldn't keep her feelings from me."
"She would if they were for you."
Spot thought upon that and did not know how to respond.
~*~*~*~*~
It was a surreal day in Nikki's household because for once, her parents actually were not fighting like the opposing rivals she always considered them. She was beginning to think someone had drugged their beverages earlier in the day when they actually held a civil conversation during lunch. It was simply...odd, to say the least. But she didn't mind at all. If anything, she wished their relations were more like the one they showed towards each other now. Calm, tranquil, and even loving.
She considered how long the feelings might last. How long would it be until they were back at fighting? Was there any possible way to avoid an altercation? She excused herself from the kitchen table to answer the door when the bell sounded throughout the house. It was a nice little ring, like the melody of a wind chime; music to the ears. Nikki wiped her hands on her pants and opened the door, forgetting to first look as she often did. "Spot..."
The boy smiled ever so slightly that Nikki assumed he was not feeling well, or had endured a rough day. He always had a smirk to offer her. "Can I, uh, come in?"
"Sure." She stepped aside and let him in, closing the door once he had entered. "So what's up? You look like something's bothering you." She followed him into the living room where he plopped down onto a couch and waited for her to join him before speaking.
"I've been giving alotta thought to certain things."
To occupy herself, she began playing with the laces that tied up her shoes. Not particularly the most interesting task, but at least it kept her from looking directly at Spot. "What kinda things?"
"Well, 'us' for example."
The answer definitely required more than a verbal response. She looked up at him, startled. Where was he leading with all this? Was it the start of another fight? A lecture about how she couldn't continue putting down his girlfriend?
She cleared her throat. "What about us?"
"Nikki, I know you think hooking up with me is the biggest joke of the millennium and I'm cool with that. But I'm not cool with the possibility that you're lying to me when you say crap like that." He passed a hand through his hair to comb back fallen strands, but it was merely something to pass the time. To be honest with himself, he had no idea what to say next. There was enough tension in the air having Nikki right beside him as he told her how he felt. It would've been a hundred times easier had they been chatting online.
"Who are you to say that I was lying?"
"I didn't come all the way down here to fight with you."
"All the way down here?" She laughed at the exaggeration. "You live two blocks away, Spot! That's like, a five minute walk!"
Spot rolled his eyes. "You say you weren't lying but our friends beg to differ, and it's confusing the hell out of me trying to figure out whether you really do want to get together or are just playing mind games. And then to top it off, when you say you don't care what I do with my life, you only end up getting jealous whenever I'm with some new chick!"
Nicollet couldn't deny that his argument held some truths. She supposed she was being rather contradictory when dealing with Spot. "I just don't want to lose you as my best friend. That's all."
"Why would you think you'd lose me? You're like, my better half. You think I'd trade you in for some girlfriend? I would've hoped you knew me better than that." He was circling around the real words he wanted to say but he had to buy time some way or another. How could he reveal his feelings while Nikki was all flustered up? He'd have to soothe her feelings first, alleviate any pain he might have caused her, and then bring everything out in the open. He waited for her to reply.
"I don't know..." was all she could think to say. It really didn't make any sense, she concluded, to worry her head off about Spot trading in their friendship for something more. They loved each other, and that was worth everything. She scooted in closer to him and leaned her head onto his shoulder with a sigh.
Seizing the opportunity to be laidback with each other like they use to, Spot wrapped an arm around her and leaned her down so that she was laying onto the couch with her head on his lap, grinning up at him as he played with her hair. She loved snuggling with him like that, being warm and feeling protected in his strong arms, knowing nothing could come between them. She laced her fingers with his free ones and closed her eyes to daydream.
"Spot?"
"Mmhmm?"
"You never finished what you were saying; you said you had been thinking a lot about us." There was a long silence. She opened her eyes to make sure he was still paying attention and saw that his eyes looked as if they were thinking over a complicated matter. "Spot, are you okay?"
He smiled reassuringly. "Yea, I'm good." But his expression quickly turned to one of concern. "Nikki, I gotta do something and I don't want you getting offended or anything. It's just that, ever since Race and company made up that thing about you liking me, I've kinda been looking at you in a different way. And I mean, it's no big deal, cause I'm sure it'll pass after a while, but I just need to make sure..."
"So what do you need to do?" She sat up then and pulled herself onto his lap, watching his reactions more closely. What did he mean by seeing her differently?
Spot didn't answer her with words. Instead, he gently took her face in his hands, looked into her eyes for one long shuddering moment, and then pressed his lips against hers in a kiss that immediately sent both into another realm of fervent ecstasy. The chills that channeled through their bodies, the heat waves that radiated from the embrace, and the invisible connection that flowed between them...they were all confusing yet understandable at once.
Nicollet was taken by surprise by Spot's moves but the feel of his mouth against hers somehow broke the barriers she had so long been constructing around her heart, and now she only wanted more of him. She grabbed his shirt tightly and kissed him back with as much force as she could muster. Enlivened by her desire to go further, Spot knew at once he had done the right thing. Finally they had admitted to each other the feelings they had kept hidden for so long. Finally they could be open about how they really felt.
He used his weight against her and began pushing her back against the couch but she stopped abruptly and pulled away from him. "Spot," she said blushing. "My parents are home!"
"Can we go to your room?" he asked anxiously, planting kisses up and down her neck.
A moan escaped from her mouth and it was all she could to keep from being seduced by the charmer Spot was now being. She nudged him away reluctantly. "No, we can't. They'd kill you if they found out you were the bastard that screwed their daughter!" They laughed together, Spot stealing a kiss from her afterwards.
"I'll go home, then. It's getting late anyways, and I have a test to study for." He rose from the couch, taking one of Nikki's hands and pulling her up to a standing position beside him. He grabbed her around the waist and tasted her lips once more before bidding her a goodnight and leaving the house with a love struck grin.
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