. Once Upon a Dream .
"I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream.
I know you, that look in your eyes is so familiar a gleam.
And I know it's true that visions are seldom all they seem,
But if I know you, I know what you'll do.
You'll love me at once, the way you did once upon a dream."
~ "Once Upon a Dream" by Lana Del Rey, from Disney's Maleficent
Looking at Natsu Dragneel was like a knife to the chest. Every time Lucy thought she might be able to push past the never-ending racing thoughts in her head, past the nightmares and memories and dreams and confusing influx of just about everything, she'd look at him and it would be as if she was dying all over again. It was the same with everyone else in her life, but he was always the worst. Because this Natsu, who had just ducked into the bakery as he normally did, wasn't her Natsu, and she couldn't stand the similarities. At the same time though, she just wanted to run to him and apologize for everything she'd done to him.
In no way, Lucy thought as she forced a smile to her face, even as she averted her gaze immediately, was this his fault. She knew it wasn't his fault. It wasn't anyone's fault but the people and creatures who'd put them in this situation so long ago. It wasn't Natsu's fault that he looked like the other Natsu. And she knew he and all the others who'd worn that look likely felt the same about her. She looked like her old self, but she wasn't.
To be honest, Lucy really didn't know who she was at all anymore. She felt like a husk now, forcing herself to keep moving when she just wanted a moment to sit there and breathe, to catch up on what was happening around her. But there were no moments, and no one seemed to be willing to stop and let her figure it out. Constant streams of "Are you okay?" and "If you need someone to talk to…" It was endless, and she hated it.
"Lucy?"
He was waving at her. His onyx eyes were able to meet hers briefly before she snatched her gaze away, fighting back the way her breath wanted to rush out of her. Her fingers curled into fists, hidden by the counter. Every muscle in her body wanted to lunge for him, to curl herself around him and ensure he never disappeared from her line of sight ever again, but at the same time, where was the smell of smoke? Where was her Natsu, who radiated abnormal amounts of heat and took her on adventures? This wasn't him. This wasn't him at all.
"Luce." This time, he knocked on the counter, refocusing her again. She blinked a few times and then hastily shook her head to clear it.
"Sorry," she rasped, clearing her throat. "Your usual?"
"Yeah," he said slowly. She could feel his gaze boring into her. He wanted her to look at him. But she couldn't. She couldn't bring herself to look at this man and realize he wasn't what she needed him to be. So, Lucy continued as she had for the last few weeks. She quietly fixed him up with what he liked, pressed it into his hands, and turned away as she had been.
Except this time, it appeared Natsu had had enough.
He snagged her wrist and said pleadingly, "Luce-"
She yanked her hand away, her skin burning where he'd touched. She pressed it to her stomach, feeling sick. She felt as if she was betraying something, someone. Why else would her skin burn like that? It had burned like that when he'd smelled of smoke, too. Lucy swallowed thickly, staring hard at the space just to the left of his head. She swallowed thickly, pretending she didn't hear him huff in frustration. Rather than waiting to see what he wanted, she darted a safe distance away, going to work on preparing what he wanted.
When she finished, she all but shoved the order at him and rasped, "I'll see you later."
Natsu appeared to have been insulted by her actions, because he snorted. "No, you're just going to keep ignoring me and pretending that something's not wrong."
Lucy scowled lightly, frustrated. So he was allowed to be a cranky jerk for some time, going so far as to mock her and several others while being someone who was downright intolerable to be around, but when she wanted to be crabby in a similar way without being overly rude to the people around her…
Still, she took a deep breath and said, "Because there isn't anything wrong."
Liar, accused a little voice inside her head. Everything was wrong.
"Liar," Natsu echoed, as if he could hear that damn voice. "You're lying. And no one's going to be able to help unless you tell 'em, Luce." She stiffened, not liking that he was calling her what he used to call her before he disappeared off the face of the planet. She would never be able to forget the sheer drop in her chest when she turned around and found the one who'd been with her through everything had simply disappeared, leaving her to suffer a dragon's wrath.
Leaving her to die as she was crushed between its powerful jaws, her last breaths agonized.
Lucy took a moment. Just a single moment. She inhaled sharply, and then exhaled the same breath carefully, trying to keep herself from falling into those memories. She'd done it a few times now, and she found herself spiraling for hours, wondering where he'd been, where the friends she couldn't find had been. And when that started happening, she'd spiral further, because how was she supposed to go on without her keys, let alone the fact that those keys were just pieces of metal now? Where were the friends associated with them?
Slowly, Lucy forced herself to meet his eye. "Maybe," she admitted, barely able to hold his gaze. That knife was back, twisting and carving her heart from her chest. "But no one's going to be able to help me until I help myself." She wasn't sure how to go around helping herself, but she was confident the answer would get him off her back for at least a short while.
Natsu pressed his mouth into a hard line, clearly wanting to disagree but unable to. She felt a brief flicker of pride; it was hard to make Natsu speechless. He grew disgruntled after a few moments, saying uncertainly, "You don't have to do it alone."
That particular statement caught her off guard and she faltered. He wasn't wrong. She didn't have to do any of this alone. Of all the people she could turn to, she was confident that there were a handful who wouldn't at least doubt her. Gray wouldn't think twice about helping her where he could. Maybe he'd doubt her silently, but he wouldn't tell her. Natsu wouldn't either. In fact, now that he was over whatever ailment had come after the incident with Dimeria, she was fairly confident he'd find a way to give her the moon if she asked.
She was growing desperate, too. Lucy found that it was growing increasingly hard to pretend like she didn't see other people when she looked at him - at anybody. She saw an entirely other world and longed to return to it, but couldn't figure out how whenever she saw them.
She glanced at the others in the bakery. Mirajane was there, as was Lisanna. Yukino was checking on a few customers as she headed out for the day and Lucy mused that Yukino could have been their fourth sibling with her bright, silver hair. She was confident that Erza was supposed to stop by later in the afternoon. Gray was still staying at her house, concerned about her wellbeing, and was coming to pick her up after her shift was over. Maybe even Juvia would be with him. There were a lot of people Lucy cared for that came and went from her little bakery, people who hurt her to look at.
She took a shaken breath, opened her mouth to respond - and was interrupted when someone cleared their throat awkwardly, not wanting to interrupt but clearly needing their order completed so they could go. They'd come up to stand behind Natsu as he was conversing with her. Lucy immediately clammed up, breath escaping her in a sharp burst. Natsu immediately looked frustrated, but muttered an apology and stepped aside, snagging his things in his hands with a scowl.
"I'll call you later," he mumbled, and for a moment, she almost stopped him. She didn't like seeing the pain that was evident on his face as he turned to leave. Even if she was struggling with everything, that face was still one she cared for fiercely, and she hated the sight of seeing it in pain.
But she didn't. Lucy watched him stalk right out of the bakery rather than taking his usual seat, and she forced herself to plaster a smile on her face as she turned to her apologetic customer.
The only thought in her head as she took his order was that she was a hypocrite.
Lucy knew that Natsu wasn't the only one who'd noticed her odd behaviors when she called out of work the next morning and received a plentitude of calls from various people. Mirajane and Levy called, concerned. Natsu even ended up calling, too, and it was because of that call that Lucy chose to shut her phone off and simply leave everything behind for a short while. She just needed a break.
So, knowing she'd not find it in Magnolia, Lucy decided to head out on a daytrip to Hargeon. Going to the beach and just sorting out her thoughts seemed to be the thing she needed to do. After she was done, she'd go home and figure things out from there, one step at a time. She didn't bother telling Gray, who was still living with her, where she was going, mostly because she didn't want him to insist that he accompany her.
This was something Lucy needed to do by herself.
She had sneaked out of her own house to avoid Gray, climbing right out the window someone had used to break in. She had felt a little guilty about not saying anything, so she'd left a little note for Gray to find on her bed, informing him that she'd be back before the end of the day and that she was sorry. Lucy was mildly annoyed that she apparently needed to inform everyone about what she was doing, where she was going, and when she was doing it all. She wasn't a child. She'd gotten along rather well until this point.
Now, several hours later, Lucy stood on a beach in the town of Hargeon. She scrunched up her toes, enjoying the way they sank into the sand, and breathed in the refreshing salty sea air. She didn't often come out this way, too busy with life in Magnolia and her bakery. She definitely needed to do it more often though.
With a deep sigh, Lucy picked her way down the beach, glad she'd left her regularly buzzing phone in her car, and found an isolated spot far down the beach. It was a quieter area, where tourists were too lazy to walk to, and as she sank down to sit there by the surf, she felt even better. She'd not felt this relaxed in a very long time. Not since Dimeria had invaded her safe bakery and turned it into a warzone.
Lucy winced at the reminder. Dimeria had found them, as had Zeref, apparently. She suspected - no, she was confident Zeref had been the one to break into the museum and leave those keys in her room. Why though? The "why" was the part she couldn't understand.
Still, she wasn't here to think about them - or question who else might somehow find them. No, Lucy was here to sort out her thoughts and to figure out what the hell was happening in her life at the moment.
It was simple, but not, Lucy supposed. She was alive - but she'd died. She could easily decipher that it had happened to everyone she loved or cared for in this life, too. That look of pure knowing the others had had. But then...some didn't have that look. Sting didn't. Wendy didn't. A few others who had come and gone hadn't. The majority did remember though. Everyone she saw on a regular basis certainly did.
Lucy took a deep breath and then let it out in a loud gust, sinking down to sit in some sand and look out across the waves. Her stomach twisted as she studied the waves, remembering playing in them here and there as a child when she'd been brought out. That had been before she'd had issues with her father. But the memories were mixing, making it hard to decipher if they were real, or if the memories of crossing those blue waves on a boat to reach a mystical island was real.
She pinched her eyes shut and rubbed the bridge of her nose, scowling lightly. Going in circles like that wasn't going to help. This life was different, she decided firmly. It was separate from her weird other life. Maybe the people had crossed over, but that was it. And those people…
Lucy distinctly remembered something Natsu had done after he'd been shot. When he'd come to her office in her bakery to apologize, he'd looked at her and listed off a few habits of hers. She drank tea a certain way, pet his cat a certain way. Lucy had thought it a little odd at the time, but she knew now that he'd likely been trying to do as she was now: figure out who she was now. She'd been doing the same for some time now, every time she saw him. He tugged at the scarf he now wore a certain way. He cast his gaze to the right and downward when he got embarrassed. Maybe he was different, maybe his scars came from something different than they had before, but he was still Natsu in some ways.
Lucy let her hand fall away and slap into the sand. She ran her fingers through it, furrowing her brow. They were all alike in that matter, she supposed. They all had similarities with their past selves, but they also struggled with differences. Just as Natsu was less likely to jump into something without thinking like he'd once done, she wasn't quite as forgiving as she'd once been.
Her fingers curled into a fist in the sand, her lips pressing into a hard line. The waves crashing soothed away her irritation a few moments later. Her gaze shifted, following the surf. She sat there for quite some time, thinking of such things before she finally came to the conclusion she'd come to this beach to make.
She could not continue on like this. That was the single thing she was absolutely certain of. Lucy would have been willing to bet the bakery she owned that unless she came to some sort of understanding and acceptance, then she'd continue to struggle with nightmares. She couldn't continue avoiding thinking about any of this.
So, Lucy decided that she'd accept life as it was at the moment. Maybe it wasn't the life she'd had, but there were still some good things about it. She was comfortable and enjoyed her bakery. She had a new house that she was so very fond of. She knew where her beloved keys were, even if she didn't know where to even begin figuring out what had happened to the spirits that should have been connected to them. And people she loved surrounded her everyday. Maybe they weren't the same as they had been and not all of them remembered her, but...wasn't that better than nothing at all?
Her heart skipped a beat when she recalled looking back over her shoulder and finding that Natsu was gone. The heart-wrenching realization that it was her fault. She'd turned around to find that changing a single passage in that book had erased him right out of existence. But…
Here he was.
Natsu was alive, in this world, breathing the same air she did with no sign of that dangerous magic that had nearly torn him apart. There was no book in this world to take him from her. There was no dragon to crush every bone in her body and tear apart her friends similarly.
Of course, that didn't mean they weren't there. Danger still existed, of course. Dimeria had proven that, and Zeref had looked her in the eye, recognizing precisely who she was. But they'd dealt with far worse than someone with a gun and a man who had stolen from a museum.
She couldn't change the way life was, but she could change the way she faced it, and she was determined to enjoy it as best as she could. Natsu was alive, after all. Alive - and she had no doubt in her mind that when he looked at her and saw someone else, he saw a starlit girl, just as she saw him as someone who should have smelled of campfires.
Lucy clambered to her feet, feeling much better and more at peace with herself. She was sure she'd have hell to pay when she got home that night and Gray unleashed on her, but she didn't mind the idea of facing that anger anymore. Gray was alive - not dead, body torn to shreds by the blow that had hit him.
Lucy winced when she finally made it back to her car a little while later, having taken her time. Her phone had dozens of missed calls and messages from various people, demanding answers as to what had happened, where she was, and if she was okay. Lucy rolled her eyes, a little annoyed when she found that many of them came from Natsu himself. So he could disappear for several days without hearing from anyone else, but if she wanted to isolate herself for a little while…
Lucy studied her screen for a few moments, resting her elbow on the car door and propping her chin on her fist. The engine of her car rumbled, ready to go, but she simply swiped through messages, listing people in her head. Natsu, Gray, Mirajane, Natsu, Levy, more Natsu, Gajeel, even more Natsu… She was surprised that Gajeel had bothered, though she suspected that had been on Levy's insistence, as if she anticipated Lucy might be more willing to talk to someone who wasn't always around.
A smile tugged at her lips as she skimmed through Natsu's messages. Most were frantic, worried. Some were angry, which she was a little amused with. Again, why was he allowed to disappear, but she wasn't? Some of the messages were just random, as if he hoped informing her of his daily actions would prompt a response from her. He'd been the one to call the most, too, leaving the most messages. She didn't bother to listen to them, knowing what they'd say.
She tugged at a strand of golden hair as she tossed her phone into the passenger seat, getting ready to drive back.
She'd deal with them all when she got back to town.
For now, she fully intended to simply enjoy the drive back.
For some reason, Lucy found that she was having a hard time convincing herself to get out of her car, march up the front steps, and greet the cranky looking man that stood on her porch. She felt bad for Gray, who looked worried, tired, and wary, as if he wasn't sure what was going to happen when she finally sucked it up and crawled out. His hair stuck up all over, as if he'd tugged at the strands more than once, giving him an even more crazed look.
She inhaled sharply, held the breath, and then let it out in a whoosh. She'd hoped it would be easier, given her decisions on the beach. But it wasn't. He still looked like the Gray from the past, even if there were plenty of differences. For one, this one seemed to have a much easier time keeping his shirt on…
She forced those thoughts from her head. Focusing on differences wasn't going to push her forward. So, she focused on similarities. The way Gray held himself, the scar above his brow, the easy-going grin that was nowhere to be found. This was Gray, the one who'd been by her side until the last few moments of her life, and also the Gray who'd been with her for years and years, helping her where he could alongside his adoptive family.
He was simply Gray Fullbuster, her friend and family.
So, Lucy finally hauled herself out of the car, admittedly a little guarded as Gray immediately threw his hands up and said, "What the actual hell, Lucy?!"
Lucy grimaced, meandering up the steps to her porch. She tugged a hand nervously through her golden hair, forcing herself to look him in the eye. It wasn't so hard. Well, it wasn't as hard as it had been that morning when she'd first left. "I had to think," she protested, "and I couldn't think with all of you breathing down my neck like you have been. Besides, I'm an adult. I can make my own decisions. And if I want to disappear for a day and go sit on a beach in Hargeon, you can't tell me otherwise. I had enough of that growing up, I'm not going to start letting you all boss me around now."
Gray heaved a sharp sound of frustration from his nose. "Okay, but when you've been acting weird for the past few weeks-"
"I know, I know. Look, I'm sorry you're upset. I'm sorry I worried everyone. But you know what?" She glared at him, scowling lightly. "I'd do it again, because it did exactly what I wanted it to do. I feel better than I have in a while, and I'm not going to let you ruin it because you didn't like the note I left you."
He simply looked her over for a few moments before sighing heavily, shoulders slumping. "I'm sorry, Lucy. We're just...we've been really, really worried about you."
She softened a fraction and reached out to gently squeeze his arm. "I know, and thank you," she murmured. "I really appreciate the concern. I do. And like I said, Gray, I really do feel better. I think it'll be okay now." She smiled warmly at him and he looked even more relieved, as if he truly believed her.
He hooked his arm around her shoulders and tugged her into a playful side-hug. "Good, 'cause Juvia's coming by to cook some food for us, and she's not too bad at it. Just avoid the meatloaf."
Lucy gave a startled laugh, a disbelieving smile creeping onto her face even as she tried to frown at him. "That's not nice," she scolded, but Gray bypassed that in favor of dragging her towards the door. "Seriously though, why the meatloaf…?"
Gray gave her most of the evening before he told her quite firmly that she needed to call Natsu. He'd called everyone else and told them Lucy was safe and home, but he'd insisted that it was her responsibility to let Natsu know. Lucy knew he was right. She really did need to tell Natsu she was fine. But still, that would lead to a much bigger conversation she wasn't entirely confident that she was ready for.
Nevertheless, as she ran her fingers through her damp hair, she eyed her ringing phone. It vibrated in her palm, the screen displaying Natsu's name and signaling that he was calling her once again. She bit her lip, taking a deep breath before answering the call and lifting it to her ear.
"LUCY!" He practically shouted her name. Lucy flinched, ripping the phone away from her ear. When she dared to put it back to her cheek, Natsu was mid-rant, voice furious and frantic. "-been?! I looked everywhere, and Gray said there was this note you left, and-"
"Natsu," Lucy interrupted quietly, "I'm fine. I went to Hargeon for the day. To think. And then I came back." She swallowed thickly. Just the sound of his voice was making her heart ache. She could very easily picture the irritable furrow in his brow, the twitching fingers that would urge to do something. It really was easy to see those similarities - especially when you knew someone well, not just from a previous life but from this life as well.
"Why didn't you just tell me? Why won't you just...just talk to me, Luce?" he finally asked, and Lucy had to bite back the spiteful comment that nearly burst from her. This, coming from the man who'd disappeared for weeks only to show up half-dead on her doorstep. Hypocrite. But she didn't. She sighed heavily, forcing herself to let go of that annoyance.
She said instead, doing her best to soften the blow that she knew would hit him hard regardless, "Because I look at you, Natsu, and all I can think about is how long it'll be before you disappear into thin air. I look at you, and I remember how much it hurt to realize that you were gone, and that you were likely not coming back." She swallowed thickly, hearing only silence on the other end of the phone. Her voice trembled when she murmured, "I look at you and I remember how it was all my fault, because I thought I could fix something that didn't need fixing."
He was quiet, of course, for a good long while. And then he rasped, "It was the keys."
"Yes and no." Lucy gave a choked laugh, wiping tears away from her cheeks as they began to fall. She sniffled. "I think it started a while ago, to be honest. I think the keys just finished the job."
They were empty now, her beloved keys. She could feel it when she laid her fingers upon them. She wondered what had happened to those tied to them, and if they still remembered her wherever they were. Or, maybe they were like she'd been: trapped, with no recollection of the past.
She pushed thoughts of them from her head. She couldn't think about her beloved friends without falling into the very way of bad thinking she was trying to put a halt on. She took a deep breath to steady herself, blinking any lingering tears from her eyelashes. "I'm sorry," she said gently, "about everything. I didn't mean to hurt anyone. I just couldn't get my mind in order. I think I've done that now." A flicker of uncertainty raced through her when Natsu said nothing, and she hastily finished, "I'll...I'll be in the bakery tomorrow. If you want to come in."
Still, he said nothing, and Lucy grew even more nervous. Why wasn't he saying something now?
Finally, Natsu rasped, "Yeah. Yeah, I'll be there." He faltered, and then asked hesitantly, "You're okay?"
Lucy thought about it, wanting to give him an honest answer. "Yes," she answered after some thinking. "Yes, I'm okay now. I think. I can't promise I'll be okay all the time, but for now, I'm okay."
"Good." Natsu sounded relieved. "I'll find you tomorrow, Luce."
"Good," echoed Lucy, her eyes burning with tears as she recalled that empty feeling that had flooded her when he'd disappeared. Lucy knew that he struggled as she did, but she hoped desperately that he'd still look at her. Now that she'd figured everything out...she found that she craved that closeness. She missed her Natsu, who'd radiated heat and smelled of campfires. Maybe this one missed a few of those types of features, but from what she wanted to think...he was still Natsu. "I'll look forward to it."
Lucy admitted the truth to Gray no more than ten minutes after her phone call with Natsu ended, and she couldn't help but cry when he wrapped her in a tight hug. She was sure he knew before she did. Still, it was comforting to tell someone and she wouldn't have taken the action back if given the chance. Gray had explained his own experience with recalling his previous life, and Lucy had been surprised to find that he preferred this life by far. Lucy couldn't blame him, of course; everyone who'd died was alive now. At least, for him. She hadn't gotten that lucky with her mother, nor had Natsu and the others gotten so lucky with their adoptive parents.
It was the first night in what felt like forever that she didn't have a nightmare. In fact, Lucy dreamed of comforting memories, such as looking over ancient texts with Levy or planning adventures with Natsu. She'd awoken with tears in her eyes, but only because she'd missed those times, not because she'd been too scared to breathe.
And when she went into the bakery the next morning, Lucy felt more like herself. She felt put together, awake, and ready to face the day. She didn't sit there and stress over looking at someone, even going so far as to brightly greet the others she'd refused to look at before. Lisanna had been so shocked that she'd dropped the coffee she'd been handing to a customer.
Still, Lucy had kept an eye on the door, her stomach twisting with anticipation the longer she was there with no sign of Natsu. He'd said he was coming in, so where was he? Halfway through the day, Mirajane asked about why she kept checking the door, and Lucy admitted that she was waiting for Natsu. Mirajane told her that she'd overheard him mention some kind of visit with Levy when he'd come by the day before, looking for her. Of course, Lucy thought wryly, he'd not mentioned this when he'd said he'd come in.
It was actually nearing closing time when Natsu finally entered the bakery. They'd even closed for customers, though that never stopped him. He wasn't there for coffee on a normal day, let alone this one. He was simply there for the company that was offered whenever he came by. Up until recently, when Lucy had grown distant at least.
Naturally, the moment he entered, she wasn't actually out in the bakery. She'd been in her office, puzzling over a few things that she needed to tend to, such as paperwork and bills. She had an inspection coming up apparently, though she wasn't sure who'd be coming through to do so, and she was startled to find that there was a new owner of the building her bakery occupied. A name wasn't listed. She needed to find that out.
"Lucy?" She jumped, glancing up. Lisanna's lips were curved into a small smile and her dark eyes glimmered with mischief. "You have a visitor. Want me to send him back?"
Lucy's heart skipped a beat and she realized she was nervous. More nervous than she ought to be. "Yeah," she said, voice a little choked. "Yeah, send Natsu back." She tucked her hands into her lap, anxious. She knew that he was simply Natsu, made up of pieces of the past and present, just as she was simply Lucy, but still. She'd keep her cool, she decided. She'd remain calm until she was sure of what Natsu was thinking about everything-
Of course, that plan was broken into a billion pieces when Natsu ducked into her office, pink hair bright in the afternoon lighting that came in through the window. Her heart shattered, too.
Maybe Natsu was missing a few vital aspects of the person who'd been her partner and so much more. But he was still Natsu in the ways that mattered. Maybe he couldn't spew fire, but he certainly looked at her with such clear recognition that she broke apart and couldn't help herself.
Natsu yelped in quiet surprise when Lucy slammed into him, her arms thrown around his scarf-clad neck. "Luce," he protested, confused even as he wrapped himself around her in turn, tucking her head beneath his chin and encircling her as tightly as he could with his arms.
"I'm sorry," she choked out. And she was. She was sorry for so many things. Ignoring him, leaving him worried, not remembering sooner, all of it. She'd never forgive herself for pushing him away like that when he was likely just as confused as her.
But most of all, she was sorry for what she'd done to him.
It had been all her fault, that day he'd disappeared into thin air. She'd been the one to write him out of existence, and no one else. She alone had done that to him.
In typical, surprisingly intuitive Natsu fashion, he knew immediately what she was thinking of and only hugged her tighter. She sobbed when he murmured softly in her ear, whispering words only she would hear, and when she pulled back to try and look at him, he only pressed his forehead harshly to hers, fingers sliding up to cradle her face. He swiped away her tears with calloused thumbs and for the first time since she suspected he'd remembered, Lucy knew he wasn't seeing some other Lucy that wasn't there anymore. He saw her.
And she loved him all the more for it.
AHHHH NOT ONLY AN UPDATE BUT THE CHAPTER EVERYONE'S BEEN WAITING FOR. Now we get to have some future angst and chaos because...well, you know. I live for it.
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