Chapter Twelve

1:00 PM – 2:00 PM

"Hey, Dante!"

Dante Zolianis awoke from a short nap to the authoritarian bark of Ike Ferdez's drill sergeant shout.

"Uhghmm…. Huh?"

Rubbing his eyes with the back of his hands and trying to bring things into focus, Dante slowly stood up, stretching and yawning.

"Dante, hurry up!" Ike once more called from outside the clinic. Quickly snapping back into reality, Dante hurriedly walked outside, through the front door to where he saw his three friends standing beside the small building. Ike was on the roof, with Ryan still on the ground and Ruby standing nearby. Near Ike was the large crate dropped about an hour ago by a Coalition helicopter, its mahogany exterior sticking out amongst the backdrop of ocean and sky blue.

"Wow, you got up there?" Dante said in awe. It was hard to believe a pair as comically inept as Ryan and Ike could manage to make it on top of the building, but now that they had, Dante's insides swelled with excitement. "What's in there?" He asked.

"Well… as you can see, the box is closed. Lacking x-ray vision, I can't exactly tell what's in there from outside. Though, I can tell you one thing. There's no cure for absolute retardation in here, that's for sure."

Dante grinned and ruffled his hair as Ruby and Ryan laughed.

"Alright, alright, I'll open it up." Ike turned around and placed his hands on the edge of the top face of the box, pulling down on a jutting portion as though to open it downward. Ike's face twisted with effort as he attempted to pull, though as hard as he tried to pull, the box didn't open. "Okay… not opening. Here, I'll push it off of here."

"You sure? Maybe there's something fragile inside," Dante commented.

"It's worth a try." Ike said as him and Dante shrugged at each other.

Cool, Dante thought. The box was soon to be opened and this was the first time him and Ike would be officially working together. Sure, they had found that hideout together, but hey, that was just luck. Ike had carried Dante and his bags all the way here, which was all him. But now, Dante and his best friend would be able to combine their mutual efforts into the same task.

"Okay, just push." Dante called as Ike placed his palms against the opposite face of the box from where they were standing. Ike's face again twisted with effort as he managed to gain a bit of leverage, moving the box a few centimeters from its resting place. As he did this, he gained some momentum, moving it from where it had sat for the last hour. The box moved easily as Ike pushed it on top of the small raise from the surface of the roof to a small barrier of sorts on the edge.

"Push, man, push." Dante said once more as the crate loomed above them on the edge of the building. Ike lightly kicked the box over, making it teeter over slowly, sending it crashing to the ground.

"Kay, now jump down here and we'll open this bad boy together." Dante said as Ike slowly let himself down the building, which was at least nine or ten feet high. As he hit the ground, he clapped his hands together, brushing a small amount of dust off.

"Okay, let's work it."

"Make it."

"Do it."

"Makes us."

"Harder, better, faster, stronger…" The two boys laughed heartily at their rendition of Daft Punk's 'Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger.'

"Yeah, erm, work to do."

Ruby and Ryan stared at the two friends with a look of sarcastic amusement as they hurriedly placed their hands along the top of the opening face of the box.

"Pull!" Ike said as him and Dante placed their combined effort onto the lid.

"Erhghhh!"

Slowly, but surely, their combined effort jarred the lid from it's hinges, and the one face of the box fell off. Inside, to their surprise, was…

Another box.

"What? What the fuck is this?" Ike spat.

"Don't worry, it's smaller… Let's just get this over with."

One by one, Ike and Dante opened the boxes, each one getting smaller. Ryan and Ruby stood watching, only saying things like, "Go faster," or "You suck at box-opening."

Finally, they reached what had to have been the final box. Unlike the other ones which were decked in mahogany and were cubic in shape, this one was small and rectangular, covered in a velvety surface of scarlet.

"Well, it's, uhm, your box, Dante." Ike laughed at the cheesy statement, then followed up with, "Open it."

Dante nodded, then slowly reached into the second smallest box, apprehensively, as though the smallest box contained some sort of proximity-activated bomb. As his fingertips grazed the surface of the box, he felt the short hairs and the soft, yet firm surface underneath. Clasping his hands on the box, he felt that it was light. He took it from its place inside the box and held it in front of him in the sunlight.

"Ooooopen it." Ruby drawled as she stared excitedly at the case.

Slowly, his hands trembling with nervousness, Dante placed his left hand on the lid of the box, pulling the lid of slowly. Inside, there was a solitary note, tied politely with a ribbon of emerald. The shiny paper and elegant ribbon made it look very official. Dante reached in and delicately clasped the paper between his dry fingers. Using his fingers to release the paper from the ribbon's grasp, he slowly unrolled the paper, seeing what looked like ebony ink atop the silky paper. The writing was hurried and scribbled on by what looked like a three year old.

As Dante eyed the scrambled text, he realized that it was from his family…

"What the fuck? Guys, guys! Check this out! Holy fuck! Shit! It's from my family! Here, I'll read it aloud." The other three students each scrambled around Dante, looking over his shoulder to read the letter he held in his hands.

The letter started with;

Dante.


It's your brother, Kevin. As you may have realized, this writing is hurried and I'm really, really not making much of an effort to make it seem formal or anything. We've just been rushed outside. You left a while ago to school. As soon as you did, this car pulled up with the Coalition symbol on it. They told us that you'd be put in this game, Dante. I know you're worried. I know you are. But you have to realize, you're not the only one out there. I know Ike is with you and I know he'll be helping you. He's your best friend. I have to tell you this ,Dante. As soon as you left, dad dad flipped out. He tried to run down the street to the school to get you. You were too far. The coalition workers caught up with him, and they beat him, dante. they killed dad they just shot him. Dads dead, dude. I can't even believe I still have the sanity to write this. I am at gunpoint, though, dante. courts already dead, mom, i don't know, don't want to know. they made me write it cause they knew me and you were buds. Listen, dante, listen. I'm not gonna say you have to win this, dante. theres more to win here than the game. Theres a fucking war, if you haven't noticed. A war between us and them. youre regular, dante. you gotta realize, we live in a fucked up world. you can change this, dante. you can change. You need to change this. For everyone, man. I believe in you. This is the last you'll ever see of me, hah. i've got faith in you, buddy. They're giving me 30secondstoliveihavetowrite asm uciaspossible, go dante go, go dante go, come on, I can't even think of anything, goodbye, goodbye, good-

All Dante could do was… nothing. He just stood there, perplexed, wondering how the Coalition could've gotten this shit across to him.

The three others merely stood in awe, frozen in fear as to what Dante's reaction could be. They knew Dante had a short fuse, but this was different… All of Dante's family was dead. They could tell just by standing that Dante was crushed.

"It's a lie." Dante said as he turned around sharply, a casual smirk on his face. "It's a bold-faced lie." He shrugged and ruffled his hair, his trademark routine for relieving himself of an awkward spotlight he had been placed in.

Dante turned back around, the note still in his hand. Absent-mindedly, his hand clenched itself into a fist, crushing the paper into a crisp ball. His mind was empty, vacant of thoughts. All he could think of was… nothing, really. A mental overload? How could someone expect so many thoughts to be able to run through his brain in such a short amount of time? How could something like this have happened? Oh, right, it didn't. It's just a lie, he kept telling himself. A bold… faced… lie.

Ike stood watching as Dante stared blankly into the distance, his hair flying about in the slight ocean breeze. The other two, Ryan and Ruby, stood as well, apprehensive as to what Dante may do now that he had finished reading the letter. 'This is definitely not what he's thinking. He knows this is true. I know it is.' Ike lowered his head to the ground. Hell, even considering that this wasn't his family, it still came as a huge shock. He couldn't even imagine what thoughts were running through Dante's head. He was his best friend, but all he could do was… wait. Nothing to say, no words of comfort, no words of condolence came into his mind. 'Quick, quick, you gotta think of something! He's gonna flip out!'

Ike suddenly realized; he was mentioned in that letter. Did Kevin really trust him that much to attempt to keep an eye on Dante? I mean, for one thing, Ike could barely manage himself. He had proved that with his outburst a few hours ago in the clinic… but then again… that was when Dante was unconscious… 'With Dante here, can I feel protected? I mean, the reason I flipped out was because he was dying… but… now that he's here, what do I have to fear? What am I going to do?' Frustration overcame Ike. The more he thought, the more questions kept popping up in his mind. And the more questions that came popping into his mind, the more unanswered questions came as well. He honestly couldn't think of anything to do.

'A war, huh?' Dante thought. 'A war. Us against them. Now that's an understatement. It's a fucking… fuck. I want to fucking kill those bastards… I WANT TO FUCKING KILL THEM!' Pure, unbridled rage coursed throughout Dante's veins. His other fist, which wasn't clutching the piece of paper in his hand clenched violently, his long and unkempt fingernails thrusting awkwardly into his palms. His toes buckled and caressed the soft ground beneath him through his shoes, as his forehead throbbed with pain. His throat seized and he felt vomit surging up his throat. All this pain… all this rage…!

"AGHHHHH!" A scream of volcanic proportions ripped from Dante's throat into the once serene ocean layout. Veins in Dante's throats bulged and throbbed with the might of his vocal assault; his eyes bloodshot and his fists at his jaw. Without even realizing it, Dante was going insane. At this point, he had lost total control. His fists flailing and his throat surging, Dante tore into the pile of boxes which him and his best friend had dug through so cooperatively.

As Ike stood, watching Dante's primal fit, he didn't feel surprised in the least. This was Dante. The same Dante, his best friend, Dante as his protector and him as Dante's protector. The mutual respect they shared, their undoubtedly unbreakable bonds of friendship, tying them together forever. This had been sealed with Dante's last protector's letter. 'Kevin Zolianis, fallen victim of the Coalition. You'll be missed, Kevin. Sorely missed.'

Thomas Phillips (Boy Number Twenty-Four) trudged his way along the riverside of F4, along the river which reached from the northern end of the island traveling south. He had been constantly moving since the beginning of the game, aware that if he were to stay in one spot, he could be easily cornered. He was with his best friend, Nick Palagian (Boy Number Twenty-Three). The two of them had met up at the beginning of the game, only separate by Girl Number Twenty-three Danica Kyle.

Thomas was a polite British boy with a liking to the Beatles and music in general. He was small and plump with a mop of golden hair, sprawled in the shape of a bowl atop his round, boyish head. A few paces in front of him, Nick Palagian walked, quietly alert, his firm biceps quivering anxiously.

Thomas had certainly gotten the luck of the draw when it came to weapons; his was an extremely powerful .357 magnum. He had it in his right hand, his finger itching to pull the trigger. Even though Thomas was a peaceful guy, he wanted to hear the tremendous bang from a weapon as powerful as this.

"Aye, chap. You ever used a gun?" Thomas asked Nick as he stepped over a loose tree root.

"Once or twice," Nick replied. He lifted his weapon, a sturdy sledgehammer above his waist to examine it in the afternoon light. "I think my dad let me shoot his gun… you know. One of his theories was if he showed me the gun, I wouldn't feel the incentive to look at it anymore after that." Nick sighed slowly as he walked.

"Blimey," Thomas began. "I reckon this thing'd be able to blast a hole through even you, Nicholas!" Nick laughed, happy that Thomas was at ease in a situation as intense as this. Their friendship had spanned a decade, well, since Thomas' family had been deported from Great Britain to Canada. Though they were the best of friends, they were exact opposites.

Thomas was polite, small, and good with words and socializing, while Nick was blunt, though reserved, burly, strong, and good with fighting and sports. Neither of them really knew what made them such good friends… Thomas had always figured he had been so compelled to be friends with Nick because he was a completely different person from him; in short, Nick was something Thomas wasn't accustomed to. Therefore, Nick was interesting to him. That, and they got along great. Nick, on the other hand, admired Thomas for always staying carefree in the light of almost any situation. Nobody else Nick knew had the same positive attitude as Thomas, while nobody Thomas knew had the same potent level-headedness that Nick possessed.

"Say, chap?" Thomas said nervously.

"Yeah?"

"Do you… uh… do you think you could kill anyone? I mean, in self-defense, in a matter of speaking. Or… do you think if maybe you launched a preemptive first-strike? Do you think you could really bring yourself to…?" Thomas asked each question nervously, in a matter of 'I mean, if you wanted to.' Nick stopped walking, bowing his head to look at his toes in the ground. The ground beneath him was mossy, tangled with wet grass and roots. Thomas, too, stopped, apprehensively eyeing Nick from behind. The only sound in the air was the gentle flow of the nearby river. In the corner of Nick's eye, he could see the spastic flaying of a collection of water rushing through a small bundle of branches.

"I don't know, Thomas," Nick mumbled quietly as he continued to stare at the foliage beneath him. A large troupe of ants hard at work crawled past him, climbing amongst the branches and roots, carrying a large collection of leaves from a nearby tree. Nick watched as they walked determinedly past him, paying no heed to the giants above them. 'Weird,' Nick thought. 'Now that's what I call a metaphor.'

Raising his foot slowly, he stomped hard on one of the lagging ants. The others kept on walking, not even recognizing the fact that one of their comrades has perished. He smirked as he watched the tiny six-legged insects continue their crusade to return to their queen. "Well, I just killed that ant."

Thomas smirked and laughed as Nick turned around and smiled at him, though inside he felt uneasy. He had to, knowing that his friend had some doubts as to whether or not he was willing to end someone's life. Though, Thomas couldn't act down. That's still yet to come. Well, hopefully never to come.

"Right then, mate, let's go on," Thomas said as he stepped forward past Nick to keep moving.

They had now reached the outskirts of a residential area, up on a hill above them coming from the riverbank. Ahead, they could see a large bridge passing over the water from the residential area to an area they couldn't see from where they were. The bridge was large enough to span the length of the river, which at this point had become significantly wider, though it was small enough that if Thomas and Nick were to hide under it, they would be out of other student's view.

"We should hide under that bridge," Nick commented as he lifted his shoulder, pointing at the bridge ahead of them.

"Right," Thomas said as Nick once again took the lead. They continued walking closer to the bridge. As they did, the riverbank became remarkably steeper and the river ran remarkably more ferociously. Mist of water frothed and coated the two boys in a light layer of vapor as their shoes began to squish into moist mud. "Blimey!" Thomas said as he examined his black dress shoes. "'Brought these shoes thinkin' I bloody well won't be troddin' in the bloody mud!" Nick laughed again at Thomas' commentary upon their journey. 'Seriously,' Nick thought as he grinned, his black, short, curly hair laid about his head. 'You have to admire him. How can he stay so gentle?'

The two then reached the bridge, where at the base of the bridge's supports there was a concrete, square platform big enough for the two of them to lay out to rest. The river seared past them, now at a fearsome pace, fast enough for someone to get caught up in it and possibly drown.

"This is good," Nick said as he examined their new hideout. "Really good. Come on, Thomas."

Thomas nodded firmly and hopped up onto the platform, sprawling himself out on the concrete. "Finally, some rest," he noted as he laid onto his back, staring above them at the bridge. Small bird's nests were tucked into the railings of the bridge, peeking out over the world below them. As Thomas watched, several sparrows darted to and from the nests, feeding their chicks with worms and small insects.

"Think we're okay here, mate?" Thomas asked as he lent up, making his eyes round, boyish hazel eyes meet with Nick's steely, cold ice blue ones.

"Yeah," Nick said as he stared upward to watch the retreating sparrows fly throughout the afternoon air. "So long as we're together, I'm okay." Nick said as he again met eyes with Thomas, grinning.

"I'm glad you're my friend, mate," Thomas said nodding. "I really am." The two of them then both looked up at the sparrows. Nick then jumped up onto the concrete platform, letting his sledgehammer rest on the side. He then leant over the edge to rinse his hands with the rushing water. It was cold. His hand glistened with the beads of translucency as water ran down his wrist up the sleeves of his white T-shirt.

"Say, wanna try out this gun?" Thomas asked as he held his .357 magnum in the air. Nick grinned, and then retrieved the gun from Thomas. Spinning the gun in his hand on his pointer finger, he laughed and gave the gun back to Thomas.

"Now, dad's told me how to shoot a magnum," Thomas said as he opened the barrel of the gun. "I may not get this right, but let's hope, mate." Thomas loaded the six bullets he had, one by one into the barrel. Using two of his fingers to spin the barrel, he grinned and said to Nick, "You first or me?"

Nick grinned and replied with, "You, man. You loaded it." Thomas shrugged and nodded. Raising the gun to eye level, he aimed upward at one of the bird's nests.

BLAM! A rapturous bang echoed throughout the concrete structure as Thomas' finger recoiled and pulled the trigger. The birds' nest Thomas aimed for collapsed, exploding into a frenzy of mud and straw. Thomas managed to shoot the gun without it recoiling into his face by pulling back the hammer almost instantaneously.

The two of them guffawed heartily as the straw comically descended to the river in a back and forth motion. "Don't worry, mate," Thomas said as he slapped Nick on the back because he was laughing so much. "I made sure that nest was empty."

'Friendship, eh?' Nick thought as he looked up at the busy nests. 'I think I'm okay with that.'

'Why?'

Dante Zolianis sat on the grassy Earth with his face in his hands. After all the rage and unbridled fury, he had finally broken down, collapsing on the ground. Tears rolled down his face and down to his hands, in turn streaming down his wrists under the sleeves of his hooded zipper-sweater. The shirt he wore underneath, with a bright 'The Mars Volta' logo embroidered onto the front was soaked with his sweat, clinging to his body as he lay with his knees up on the ground.

The other three students, Ryan Dick, Ike Ferdez and Ruby Fetega all stood staring into the distance. None of them knew what they could say that could possibly help to raise Dante's spirits, if at all prevent him from being so emotionally unstable. They were all at a loss of what to say. After all, it wasn't exactly the easiest task in the world to attempt to condole someone who had just lost their entire family, including their mentor and of sorts, best friend. All they could do was wait and hope Dante would regain control of himself.

Even his best friend, Ike, couldn't think of anything to say that'd help Dante. He quivered nervously as he turned to watch his best friend in his misery. 'No. Misery would be putting it lightly,' Ike thought as he trembled, reminiscing the time where he, himself broke down knowing Dante's life was in danger. 'It's hell.' He resumed his stance in looking back down at the ground, desperately running scenarios through his head as to how Dante's family must've died. 'UGH!' He thought as he tried to shield the mental images from his head. Knowing what they did to Mr. Rogers… 'STOP!' He grabbed his head with both of his hands, wishing he could delicately grasp the bad images from the complex labyrinth of cells that were his brain and throwing them into oblivion.

Meanwhile, his other friend, Ryan Dick, stared sternly down at Dante. He shook his head, thinking, 'Why Dante?' He could only imagine what was going on in Dante's head. Then again, he had some complicated messages running through his head as well. 'War? Us against them? You said it best, Kevin.' Ryan looked down at the ground as he thought of Dante's older brother, not to mention idol. 'I never even met you, Kevin, but I could tell you were one helluva guy.' He shook his head again, once again thinking, 'Why him?'

Across from him was the girl of his dreams, Ruby. She felt tears of her own running down her cheeks as she stared straight down into the dry, earthen mosaic beneath her. It was rough to see the emotional impact all of this had had on Dante…. especially in such a short span. What should she do to comfort him? She knew Dante would be most willing to accept comfort from her… he did like her after all. But how would she do it? Once again, her and her two classmates were at a loss as to how to comfort their ailing friend.

Finally, as sudden as he had entered a state of rage before, he stood up suddenly. As he stood, he thrust his arms at his sides, wearing an expression of utmost loathing. Using his arm, he wiped the tears off of his face, sighed deeply and his expression reverted to being calm, though the three students could tell Dante was crushed inside. Though… Dante was acting odd…

"Listen, guys," Dante said as he slapped his hand to the side of his face, slowly dragging it down, an indication that he was tired. "I'm really not in the… well. It's not the right time to be bitching. You guys know that… I do… whatever."

He again sighed, looking to the sky, and as his head tilted, more tears streamed down his face. The three students watched in awe as Dante shook his head, again using his arm to wipe the tears off of his face.

"Dante," Ike spoke up, looking cautiously, though with a hint of an indication that he was making an attempt at rejuvenating the parties' spirits, "We know you're… down. That's putting it lightly."

"You fucking think? You fucking think, Ike?"

"Look, dude! I know what you're goi-"

"Don't fucking start! Don't you fucking start!"

"Look, Dante! Don't act like a dick, I'm just trying to-"

"Unf!" Ike fell to the ground, quickly getting up, cradling his jaw with the hand that wasn't supporting him. Dante's punch left Ike's jaw stinging, and as Ike lay on the ground, he saw Dante seething with fury, turned away from him. Though, he could see that the punch had hurt Dante as much as it had hurt him. His fist was bright red and Dante was flexing his fingers, as though this was some sort of detox for the tremendous pain running through his knuckles.

"You ass," Ike said as he got up, throwing a punch of his own at Dante. Dante turned quickly, only to meet a barrage of knuckles from Ike. He fell to the ground as well, holding his eye.

Dante said nothing as he got up, throwing another punch at Ike. The two quickly began to engage in a petty sparring match, trading blows as either strived not to win the fight, but primarily to, through means of a physical barrage, prove themselves that they were right. Neither student watching this tried to break it up; instead, they were both smart enough to let them go through with it. They were friends, after all. Sooner or later they'd forgive each other… or would they.

Finally, Ike threw a vicious uppercut, clocking Dante in the bottom jaw. The teeth in the top row of his mouth in his reflex thrust into his tongue, as he yelped, cupping his hand to his mouth. Ike staggered back, panting, with a look of utmost hatred, glaring at Dante. As Ike watched him, he writhed on the ground, screaming from beneath his mouth as blood seeped through the cracks from between his fingers, coating the rest of his hand with crimson. Ruby gasped in horror as Dante fell face first on the ground, his knees on the ground, lifting up so that Dante's hands and face were sprawled out amongst the grass on the earth's floor. His feet kicked and scraped on the ground, and as she watched, Dante released the grip on his mouth, instead clutching his hair. Pulling it either way in the midst of his bestial rage, he still had enough sense in him not to pull it all the way out. 'After all,' a small portion in the back of his mind, abandoned by the throbbing rages of cerebella, commented, 'We've still got our image to think about.'

Dante leant up, his teeth bared. Ruby again gasped, along with Ryan, as they watched a continuous torrent of blood stream out of Dante's mouth as he opened it, spitting it amongst the Earth's floor. Ike, too, recoiled in disgust, with a tinge of regret as he watched Dante growl at him.

Amidst the mass of scarlet coursing within his mouth, Dante managed to spit out, "I can't believe this. You're against me, too, I presume?" He said as he nodded toward Ruby and Ryan.

"It's nothing like that, Dante!" Ike retorted as Ryan and Ruby knit their brows, the either one of them thinking, 'That was unfair.'

"Shut… the f—uck up…" As he pronounced the 'f', the wind from his throat required to utter the consonant sprayed blood through his front teeth. He staggered backward, that small amount of sane brain left in him still thinking about how bodily fluids decked amongst clothing could look rather humiliating, not to mention disgusting. The other three cringed as Dante stared at them with eyes of pure malevolence… Hatred nothing Dante had ever known surged through him, blinding him almost.

"Dante… I can't tell you how much I'm sorry." Ike now longed for Dante to return to regular Dante before something terrible happened.

"Ike, I have to say the same for you… sorry for my brother dying… was that a reason to hit me like you did?" More blood, as Dante opened his mouth completely. Ike caught a glimpse of his tongue, immersed in a sea of blood, though still managing to poke out amongst the mass of crimson.

"You threw the first punch!" Ike threw out his arms as though to say, 'How can you be so unreasonable?'

"You're a jerk…" Dante sputtered. "All of you are." Again, Rubyf and Ryan recoiled with expressions indicating the unfair treatment they were receiving from Dante.

"Come on, guys… back me up on this…" As soon as the last word rolled off of his tongue, Ike realized what he had said.

"I'm sure they'd be glad…" Dante, this time, turned around. All three were at a loss of what to say. Dante started walking, not looking back. Every once in a while, he would spit disgusting amounts of blood onto the ground, the bleeding in his tongue not relenting in the least. Just as he was about to leave their sight, walking into the distant grass lands, he called back. "Power of friendship, eh? Seems like a sham to me!"

"There's nothing we can do to stop him," Ryan finally said.

"Thanks for your input, Ryan, really," Ike growled as he glared at the two of Ryan and Ruby. "Wait… I don't want to pull another Dante… sorry."

"It's alright, Ike…" Ruby reached out and put her hand on Ike's shoulder, as Ike trembled.

"I hit him too hard…" Ike groaned as he put his face in his hands, then a short moment later dragging them backward along his scalp, his hair then flopping out amongst the rest of his head. "Way… too hard."

Ike sat down on the ground as Ryan and Ruby watched him. Ike's insides were nonexistent. He felt hollow as he thought of Dante…

"Dante!" He yelled, quickly standing up.

No response.

"Dante!" He yelled again, a few tears rolling down his face.

Still no response.

"DAAAAANTE!"

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