Author's Note: Sigh. This took a long time, but I like it. Probably two more chapters after this.
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Malferz was across the desk in a second. She didn't bother to grab the knife from its holder, she just wrapped her fingers around Raphael's throat. "You will do no such thing," she whispered, pressing her thumb into a particularly sensitive pressure point. Raphael tried to keep his breathing steady. In her leap, Malferz's dress had ridden up far enough for the teenage judge to see the dagger strapped to her thigh. In spite of this or maybe because of it, he tried as hard as he could to stay calm.
"Torturing me won't work," he murmured through gritted teeth.
The half-Fae, half-fire demon scowled. "Like hell it won't," she snapped, increasing the pressure on Raphael's neck. His fingers dug into the desk. "They all say that in the beginning," she hissed.
Raphael looked up at the ceiling and closed his eyes. His lips moved as he silently counted to ten. For some reason Malferz waited to see what he had to say instead of just making him pass out. Finally he finished and moved his eyes back down to her. "I am a masochist, Miss Malferz," he said, fingernails scraping away at the wood of his desk. The ink from his tipped inkwell dripped onto the floor. "Torture will not, I fear, produce the effect you are seeking."
Malferz was breathing harder than the judge, now. "This is the crypt," she said softly. "No one is going to come running if they hear you scream," she told him, looking him straight in his brown eyes.
"Mmm," was all Raphael could manage to say. His eyes were closed again. Malferz let up a little. She needed him to be able to talk. The teenager opened his eyes, just slightly. "You are very good at this," he whispered, his voice cracking halfway through the sentence. He blushed furiously and squeezed his eyes shut. She shifted her weight a little. Sitting on her knees on top of this desk was not her favorite position. Raphael bit the tip of his tongue. "This must be uncomfortable for you," he said. "Please, sit down," he begged.
She swung her legs over the edge of the desk and sat in the puddle of ink. Grimacing, she pushed Raphael's head back. His pupils dilated. "If torture won't work," she growled, "then I can always threaten to kill you."
Raphael laughed as best as his situation would allow. "Miss Malferz, you can't kill me," he said, smiling at her. His hands were dug so hard into the desktop that his knuckles were white. "You need me. You know that none of the other judges will even consider this request."
"How fucking old are you?" Malferz asked, eyes blazing. "You do not act like a teenager!"
"My age is irrelevant," he snapped. Startled, Malferz dropped her hands. Raphael reached up and immediately began massaging his neck. He ran a hand through his hair and titled his head to the side. Leaning back, he steepled his fingers, and stared directly at Malferz. He didn't meet her eyes, though. "Mmm. I am older than I look," he said, breathing still hard. "But that doesn't matter. You just tried to kill a High Court Justice," he said.
Malferz slid her dagger out of the band around her thigh. "Tried?" she asked. "Do you honestly believe that anyone could say those words in five minutes?" She leaned forward and pressed the point of the knife against his collarbone. He cracked his knuckles. She scowled at the look on his face. "Now," she said, carefully not drawing blood, "you will give me everything I ask for," she said. "Or I will kill you. It will be quick and painless."
"You're no fun," Raphael murmured.
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"We're lost, aren't we?" I asked, closing my eyes. Across the room I heard Seth grunt. Even if my eyes had been opened I wouldn't have been able to see him. The room we were in was so dark I couldn't even see my hand in front of my face. "No, we are not lost," he said, making me roll my eyes. "I know exactly where we are," he said.
I swung my legs back and forth, in an attempt to get my feet up to the ceiling. "Yeah, so do I," I said, my shoe hitting wood. I tried to slip my shoe into the mess of vines on the ceiling but couldn't manage it. My legs swung back down and I cursed. "We're stuck in a grove of the Labyrinth's version of kudzu," I drawled. Kudzu, for all of those who don't know, is a devil plant. One vine can completely cover a car in the short span of seven days. "And if it starts singing, I am not going to be happy."
The room's walls, floor, and ceiling were completely covered in vines, or so I assumed from the brief glimpse of the place I'd had with light. We had come through a trap door and nearly broken our necks falling to the floor. At the last second the vines reached out and grabbed us, saving our lives. But now they wouldn't let us go. And Seth, apparently, didn't know how to get us out of there. "Seth," I said, sighing. "Come on. How do you forget a room like this?" I asked. He didn't respond. "You had to at least heard about it," I said. I was begging now. My arms were getting tired. "Think of anything?" I asked.
"No damn it!" he baked. I glowered at him in the dark. "Give me a minute. I'm trying to remember," he said.
I sighed. "We just want to be lowered to the ground," I whispered, upwards. If talking to the plant didn't work I didn't want Seth to hear me and think I was insane or something. Then again, having spent an entire year with me, he probably already thought that. "Pretty please, let us go."
There was a thud, and some footsteps. I felt a pair of hands encircle my waist. "Hold still, Karleigh," Seth said, grunting. His hands slid up and worked with the vines around my arms. "Damn it has you tight," he muttered, as I felt a vine snap away from my skin.
"How'd you find me?" I asked. He was touching me and I still couldn't see him, it was that dark. "For that matter how did you get down?" I demanded. "And how are you standing up?" If he was using magic I was going to have to run this entire maze over again, and I really did not want that.
His hands rested on my shoulders. "The room isn't very spacious," he said. "I'm standing on the floor. I got down by sliding through the vines," he said. He twisted a tentacle of the plant that was wrapped around my waist and it snapped in two and fell away. "And I can see in the dark."
"Of course," I said, rolling my eyes. "Why didn't I think of that?"
"You're in a very vulnerable position, Karleigh," Seth growled. "If I were you I wouldn't cross me," he said. I immediately shut up, though I very much wanted to aim a kick right out in front of me. His hands worked for a few more minutes, at the vines around my arms. Eventually the last one holding me up snapped, and I fell to the ground. True to his word it was only a few inches away, and he caught me, softening my impact. Seth ran a hand through my hair. "Can you see me?" he asked, bending his mouth close to my ear.
"No," I said, frowning. "But I can hear just fine."
He chuckled, making me shiver. "You want me to move?" he whispered in my ear. To my disgust I shivered again, and he put his arms around me. "I'll take that as a no," he said. I felt his fingers slid over my chin, and he titled my face up. My heart started racing. I fumbled in front of me until my hands found his shoulders, and I tried to push him away. This wasn't right, I was too young for this, the age gap between us was too big. He brushed my hair away from my face with his free hand. "Don't fight, Karleigh." Somehow it made sense.
The trap door opened, and light spilled into the room.
We both looked up and saw a vine trailing its way out of the door. After a moment a few more vines dropped down, and twisted together. After a moment they formed a ladder. I stepped away from Seth and walked over to the ladder. He reluctantly followed, scowling. He crossed his arms over his chest while I tugged on the ladder.
"It seems safe enough," I said, looking at him. My heart had slowed down since he'd stopped touching me, but it still wasn't a normal beat. Talking to Seth sometimes felt like talking to an omnipotent telepath. I wasn't sure, but I thought that at least sometimes he read my mind. He knew a lot of things I'd never told him, or knew things before I had gotten around to telling him. It could be unnerving at times, like this one. I was afraid he knew the thoughts I'd had when he'd been holding me.
Seth snorted. "You go up first," he said darkly. "If you fall I can catch you." I glared at him and shook my head. It wasn't, really, that I was afraid of falling. I just didn't want Seth to have that view of me, it was too disturbing to think of him looking at me like that, of him wanting to look at me like that, now that I knew he was real. It had been frightening before, but only because I thought I was trying to come up with some fantasy.
He reached up and caught my chin again. "I will catch you if you fall," he said firmly. "I will not let you get hurt, I promise," he said. He bent down to kiss my cheek and I jumped onto the vine ladder. He glared at me as I climbed up, which I tried to ignore. It was tough going. The ladder kept swinging back and forth. Finally I held still, just waiting for the ladder to stop so I could try again. But when it finally did stop, it grew the rest of the way down to the floor and twisted into the vines there. It was much easier once that happened.
I kept climbing, and reached the stone hallway we'd been walking in before the trap door surprised us. I stood up and brushed myself off, looking down into the vine room. Seth had started climbing. "Well, that was pointless," I said, scowling. A wasted half an hour or so. "Let's just hope there aren't any more."
"Yeah," Seth said, nearing the top. He was almost there when the trap door swung shut and cut the vines. I heard Seth call out in pain as he fell back to the floor inside the vine room. Startled, I dropped to my knees and started pounding on the door. "It won't open!" I said, scared. "Seth? Can you hear me?" I asked.
"He can't hear you, Karleigh," an icy, feminine voice said. My hands started shaking and I slowly turned around, even though I already knew who it was. "He can't hear either of us," my 'guardian angel' said. The sleeves had fallen off her dress. The bodice clung to her torso, but the skirt was detached and she'd had to use a rope belt to hold it up. All ten of her nails were broken, and her hair had fallen out of its braids. It hung unkempt and loose.
I stood up and took a few steps backwards. "What happened to you?" I asked, clenching my hands into fists.
As she walked up to me her steps were curiously silent. I looked down and saw that her shoes were gone. She didn't stop walking until she got within a few inches of me. "What happened to me?" she asked, playing with a lock of her long hair. She started laughing, and threw back her head. I narrowed my eyes and tried to take another step back. The woman shot out her hand and grabbed my wrist. "Don't fight, Karleigh," she said, as I squirmed in her grip. She cupped my face with her free hand, and used her thumb to stroke my cheek. My breathing got quick and shallow, and my blood pounded so fast my body started aching. She kissed my forehead. "I have spent the last few hours being tortured," she said, leaning back. I couldn't hear any bitterness in her voice.
She titled her head to the side. "I was burned, cut, and my blood was boiled," she said, emotionless. "My arm was broken by the most hideous creature I have ever seen, and the thought of him turns my stomach." She twisted my arm behind my back. I groaned and felt my knees weaken. "All because I only tried to give you what you have coming."
"Jareth said you weren't supposed to use magic to solve the Labyrinth," I whispered, grunting. I tried to raise my other hand to hit her but couldn't, my bones hurt and my nerves were slowly going numb. I dropped the rest of the way to the floor, but the woman pulled me back up, twisting my arm further. Her ragged nails broke my skin.
"I'm not going to try that again," she said, smiling. She pulled me closer to her and started whispering in my ear. "I am going to do what I should've done in the first place, you bitch," she said, voice honey sweet. "I am going to kill you, and hide your body where Seth will never ever find it." She chuckled. "But animals will. You may even still be alive when they do. Hearing your screams as they tear you apart would be music to my ears."
I fell again, collapsing into her chest. She stroked my hair like a concerned mother. I closed my eyes as water started falling down my cheeks. How could I have ever trusted this woman? "If you were tortured," I whispered, shivering at the feel of hot blood running down my arm, "why do you look fine now?"
She laughed again. "My torturer gave me a healing potion so I wouldn't die," she said, her chest shaking with low chuckles. "And then she stupidly left me alone. The potion brought my magic back. It was child's play to get out of there and find you."
"You'll never get away with this," I said, even as her nails scratched through the skin on my other arm.
"Hmm. I would've thought Seth's writer could come up with better than that," she said.
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Raphael didn't make a sound as Malferz showed him into the elevator. He leaned up against her as the car rose, not because Malferz was letting him, but because she had her dagger pressed to his back and she didn't want anyone in the upper floors to make a fuss over the glinting metal. Raphael certainly wasn't.
He tried to think of a way or a reason to get out of the situation. Malferz wanted him to meet Seth before he made his decision. Personally he didn't think the meeting would change his opinion at all. If this Lord Seth person was a thief in spirit, nothing would change him. Not even love, as he suspected Malferz thought. A born thief stayed a thief, this Raphael knew for sure. It would take a lot of work for Seth to convince Raphael not to sentence him to death. It wasn't as if the man's crimes were that bad, it was that he probably could never be changed, and keeping him alive in jail would only drain Underground resources.
Raphael leaned a little heavier against Malferz. She grunted and pulled the knife away slightly, making the teenage-looking judge sigh. I should have let her torture me, he thought idly. It would've been much more interesting, and infinitely more enjoyable. But maybe he could get Malferz to talk to him on the way to Jareth's castle, and learn more about the woman on the way. Fire demon and Fae, he thought, frowning. An unusual combination to be sure.
The elevator reached the lobby, and the doors opened. Malferz slid her dagger back into its sheath. But she kept her nail pressed lightly to Raphael's back, to make him think she still had the knife out. The two of them walked into the crowded lobby, sliding their way between Fae, Elves, and a couple of Trolls. Malferz was in a bad mood the entire time, her face dark and brooding. Not a single demon of any kind, she thought angrily. Not a single one.
Raphael noticed the looks he got from being with Malferz. Some of them were accepting, but most jeering or superior. The judge frowned. When the pair reached the door, he spun around and kissed Malferz firmly, to the shock of the people around them. Malferz held still while he did so. After a moment he leaned back and ran his hand through her hair, reveling in the looks they were getting. "Let's go," he murmured, pulling her outside. He noticed, somewhat glumly, that she had put her dagger away. He'd hoped she wouldn't, or at least wouldn't until they got into the carriage and he could watch her.
Jareth's black carriage was waiting outside. Malferz opened the door and shoved Raphael inside. She looked around to make sure no one was running after the young judge before getting in herself. She shut the door and the two sat in darkness and silence for a few minutes. It wasn't until the sounds of the city faded, dozens of minutes later, that Malferz allowed herself to speak.
"What the fucking hell was that about?" she demanded, glaring at Raphael. Her arms were crossed over her chest.
He yawned and rested his head on her shoulder. "Two mixeds kissing," he murmured, snuggling up to Malferz. She cracked her knuckles at the mention of her breeds. "Think of the rumors that are flying about us."
"How old did you say you were?" she asked, rolling her eyes at the faint smirk on his lips. Though she had to admit it was a good cover if anyone wondered where Raphael had gotten to. He wouldn't be expected back for hours yet now, and she could keep him at the Labyrinthine kingdom for longer.
"Young enough to appreciate a good shoulder," he murmured, sincerely. His fingers brushed her arm, and he smiled to himself. "You have very soft skin, by the way."
"Fuck you," Malferz muttered.
Raphael slid his arm around her shoulders. "Good idea," he said, grinning. "Let's get started on that."
"You are so bad!" Malferz yelled, pushing him away. She underestimated the distance and he was thrown back against the wall of the carriage quite hard, but she was too busy hiding her face in her hands to notice. She wasn't hiding her face out of embarrassment, as Raphael assumed. She was trying not to let him see her smiling.
Raphael pushed himself away from the wall of the carriage. He started rubbing his neck. He couldn't figure Malferz out. Sighing, he put his feet up in the seat across from them. He was surprised when they hit Jareth's lap. "Oh," he said, startled. He was confused for a moment.
Jareth narrowed his eyes. "Please get your boots out of my lap," he growled. The judge shook himself and swung his feet to the floor. Jareth was dressed to intimidate, in a spectacular black outfit. The Goblin King looked at his only police officer. She still had her face hidden, and couldn't stop herself from giggling. "What in Underground is wrong with you, Malferz?" he asked.
"Nothing," she lied, not moving her hands.
Raphael looked Jareth up and down. "Your Majesty," he said, nodding.
"Your Honor," Jareth replied, somewhat sarcastically. Raphael scowled.
Malferz dropped her hands. "Jareth be nice," she ordered.
"Why?" Jareth asked, surprised. Malferz opened and shut her mouth for a moment but couldn't come up with a good answer. Finally she just shrugged and opened the curtain over the window. Raphael sighed softly to himself. Jareth stored the incident away to think about it later. There were more important matters at hand. "Has my underling left you any time to think about my humble request, Judge Raphael?" he asked.
"Not much," Raphael murmured, giving Malferz a sideways glance. She stuck her tongue out at both of them, making the judge smile. "But enough," he said, turning back to Jareth. "I have made my decision, and I do not believe this Muse is amazing enough to convince me otherwise," he said coolly.
Malferz lifted her skirt up a little and pulled out her dagger. She started spinning it around, playing with the reflection of what little light her window afforded. Raphael couldn't take his eyes off her.
Jareth cleared his throat. "And what is that decision?" he asked, not bothering to add on any of Raphael's titles.
The boy took no notice. He kept his eyes on Malferz's hands. "I think the Muse should be sentenced to death," he said. He didn't flinch when Malferz thrust the knife at him. She stopped the blade just before it hit him, scowled, and moved it away. He tried to put his arm around her again, and she knocked him to the floor. Jareth raised his eyes in a silent prayer as Raphael pulled himself back onto the bench.
"And why is that?" the Goblin King asked.
Raphael ran his hands through his hair. He glanced at Malferz, who was trying her best to ignore the men. "A leopard doesn't change his spots," he said, bracing himself for her attack. She turned, but only to give him a questioning look. Jareth looked equally confused.
"What's a leopard?" Malferz asked.
Raphael shook himself. "It's a member of the feline family, Latin name Panthera pardus, its coat is…" he faltered, and look back and forth between Jareth and Malferz. After a moment he sighed and slumped his shoulders. "It's an animal from Aboveworld that doesn't change its spots," he muttered.
"We could tell that much," Malferz said. "What does it have to do with Seth?"
"Never mind," Raphael said, sighing.
Jareth was still confused about something else. He stared at Raphael for a moment, contemplating. "How do you know about Aboveground animals?" he asked. The King found himself wondering if there was human mixed somewhere in Raphael, and how in Heaven and Hell it had gotten there.
"I have several books from Aboveground," Raphael said. He opened the curtain on his own window, and looked out into the countryside. "What I wouldn't do to see a cow," he murmured as a unicorn trotted by.
"Would you approve our requests for Seth?" Malferz asked, suddenly hugging him to her chest. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the embrace for a moment. "Well?" she asked, putting him in a headlock.
He looked up at her. "No."
"What do you mean no?" Malferz yelled. She started digging her knuckles into his scalp, making him cry out in a mix of pleasure and pain. "Why can't you just say yes!" she asked.
"I am saying yes!" Raphael protested.
"I didn't even ask that question!"
Jareth pinched the bridge of his nose and made a mental note to have Raphael's books checked out.
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Meanwhile, Rachelle had dragged Karleigh down to a library that Jareth never used anymore. The furniture was covered with dust, and the fireplace was shut up. Rachelle sighed. She could light a fire with her magic, but the smoke wouldn't be able to get out, and she didn't know how to open the flue, even with magic. Oh well, she thought, shoving Karleigh into a chair. Rachelle held her hand out and smirked as magic tied the human girl to the dark, dusty, overstuffed armchair.
Karleigh squirmed and kicked as hard as she could. The magic dug into her skin and left the equivalent of rope burns, making her gasp. Rachelle laughed. She regretted not being able to burn Karleigh alive, but there were plenty of other torture methods lurking around in the Lady's skull. For a moment Rachelle stared at her prey, thinking. "You know what?" she asked, sitting down on the arm of the chair. "I'm going to take you back to my home."
"Seth will never forgive you for this," Karleigh hissed.
Rachelle settled herself down as her magic started transporting the two women and the chair. "Right now," she said, smiling, "All I care about is making sure I do not spend the rest of my life regretting my actions now. And right now I know that I want to kill you. Slowly and painfully."
The human closed her eyes as the chair started spinning in extra dimensions. Her pulse quickened and sweat droplets broke out on her forehead. Rachelle stayed calm, if somewhat bored, through the fifteen second journey. When the chair landed it was in a giant glass dome. All around the pair, exotic plants grew, creating a rainforest within the chamber, only without the rain. Karleigh looked around as best she could. She could hear birds chirping and a waterfall in the distance.
Rachelle ran a finger over the chair. It morphed into a flat wooden bed, with small metal wheels. Rachelle began pushing the bed through the trees. Her paces were long and energized. "Jareth may figure out where I've taken you," she said, taking a deep breath of the warm air, "but it won't be for several hours yet. We'll have all day to have fun, Karleigh. Isn't that wonderful?" She paused at a hill and chuckled. "I'll meet you at the bottom," she said, pushing the cart over the edge.
Karleigh shrieked as the cart bounced down the hillside. Near the bottom it flipped over, and she skidded the rest of the way down, hitting a rock before finally slowing to a halt. She moaned and started crying. Rachelle lazily ambled down the hill after her. Once at the bottom, she turned the cart over, and it was a pleasant surprise for her to discover the rock had dug a long bloody gouge across Karleigh's face. The Lady spent the next few moments giggling. She pressed her hands to her stomach and tried to catch her breath. "Oh - oh, I just won't be able to hide your body," she said, dissolving again into laughter. Karleigh's nails dug into her palms hard enough to draw blood. "This is just too perfect, too perfect," she chuckled. "No no, I will have to give your body," she laughed again, "I will have to give it back to your family. It's too perfect!"
"You can't do that!" Karleigh screamed. "You can't do that to my family!"
Rachelle slapped her. "Oh, can't I?" she asked, voice firm and low. "You have no power over me, Karleigh. I hold all the cards," she said. She started pushing the cart again, and the sound of the waterfall grew louder. Rachelle was decidedly giddy. Karleigh cried.
"Don't, please, don't do this to my family!" she begged, curling up into herself.
Rachelle stopped the cart and ran one of her broken nails up and down Karleigh's trembling leg. "I don't give a damn about your family, bitch," she said sweetly. "All I care about is how much pain you'll be in as you die. I want you to be in as much pain," she said, lowering her mouth to Karleigh's ear, "as I was when my blood was boiling in that fucking torture chamber." She kissed Karleigh's cheek mockingly, and started pushing the cart again.
Karleigh stopped sobbing. She rested her head on the wood of the cart and only flinched when blood from the wound on her face trickled into her eye. But her only defense against that was to close her eyes. Now that she couldn't see, she had to rely on her hearing to tell what was going on around her. The rocking and jerking of the cart created a lot of noise, the bird calls were disorienting, and the sound of the waterfall soon drowned out everything, including her own fragile heartbeat.
Rachelle wheeled the cart slightly into the water. The wheels were covered up, and so was much of the bed, but Karleigh's mouth and nose rose above the water level. Rachelle didn't want her dead just yet. As the Lady herself splashed around in the water, the splashes knocked most of the blood out of the human's eyes.
"You know, bitch," Rachelle said, dunking her hair into the pond in front of the waterfall, "I really do not feel any personal animosity towards you. In fact I rather admire that you're strong enough to keep from crying," she said. She did a lap across the pond. "But you are the reason I was tortured, and for that I must take my revenge." She was quiet for a moment, regretting that she didn't have anything alcoholic to drink.
"I didn't make you break the laws of the Labyrinth," Karleigh whispered.
Rachelle knocked some water out of her ear. "Sorry, bitch, I couldn't hear that. What did you say?"
Karleigh gritted her teeth. "I did not make you break the laws of the Labyrinth," she said. "You did that yourself, that was a conscious decision on your part, you broke a law and you got what was coming to you!"
The Lady floated on her back for a few minutes. She thought about what the human would said, merely out of boredom. She wanted to be clean before she started torturing Karleigh, and to do that she would have to soak for a while. She stared at the canopy of trees above her. "I don't think so," she said, standing up. She treaded through the water over to Karleigh. Grunting quietly, she pulled the cart out into the water. Karleigh gasped and tried to lift her head, but the bed floated. "Oh relax," Rachelle said. "I'm not ready to kill you." She threw water over Karleigh until all the dust and dirt from the hill was washed away. "There. Now the blood will really stand out," she said, smirking.
"You are evil," Karleigh whispered.
"Why thank you!"
Rachelle smiled at what she considered a compliment. She looked out into the jungle surrounding the pond, and spotted something. Taking a deep breath, she started pushing the wooden bed to the edge of the pond. Her green skirt billowed behind her in the water. More than once the bed bobbed so that Karleigh's face was submerged. Rachelle hummed to herself. When she reached the edge, she spent a moment wringing water out of her hair, while Karleigh struggled to breathe as water splashed over her face.
After a minute Rachelle once again grabbed the cart. She pushed it over the edge of the pond, and wheeled it a few dozen feet into the jungle. Then she wiped her hands on her skirt, turned around, and walked back to the pond. She waved her hand as she walked, and the magical bonds on Karleigh's neck and upper torso loosened, allowing the girl to sit up. She struggled against the lower bonds but couldn't break them.
"Oh, Seth," she whispered, looking around. Her eyes spotted something in the trees, and she did a double take.
It was a leopard.
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Author's Note: Ahh, that was fun. Sorry it took so long to get out, I was distracted by my evil homework, hours of which I have ignored to write this.
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