Hawks punched the cashier in the gut, his fist cracking into the rib of the thin man. The cashier, spit flying from his thin lips, keeled over and smacked his knees onto the linoleum tile of the convenience store. Behind the counter of the cash register, Hawks loomed over the pimple-faced low wage worker as the man squished the toes of his boots into the cracks in the tile.
With a grunt, Hawks swung his arm out at the stacks of cigarette cartons to his right and pulled them down. The cartons fell like pellets of hail and smattered around in a mess by the cashier's knees. When done with the senseless destruction of property, Hawks kneeled down and grabbed the boy by his soft jaw, his thin skin pinched taut as if Hawks were about to snap the jaw in two. He wrestled the boy's jaw upward to match his worried brown eyes.
"I thought I said the money was due this week," Hawks purred in a dangerous growl.
The pale man clutched at his stomach, bile forcing its way up his throat. "We got robbed earlier this month! We had to make some cuts to-."
Hawks took his other hand and smacked the poor kid's cheek with his left palm. The boy yelped out with the sting blinding him. Swirls of baby blue light and spots of purple sputtered before him with his head drowning in dizziness.
"I told you what would happen," Hawks grabbed the boy's thin strands of cocoa brown hair.
With a flourish of his hand, Hawks pulled out of his jacket pocket a small blade. Flicking open the switch, he grabbed the cashier by the throat and squeezed around his windpipe. The cashier gurgled and thrashed his head around. He knew what Hawks was about to do, and the man moaned out in pain to try and capture the attention of anybody outside. Hawks pressed his knee down onto the cashier's thigh, and he leaned over his body to dissuade him from escaping.
Peering into his open mouth, the Pro-Hero narrowed his eyes and poked at the top of the man's front tooth.
"Which one is the gold one?" Hawks asked with a cool whisper.
The cashier shook his head. His eyes peeled open, he thrashed his head soon.
Hawks rolled his eyes. "One of your teeth is gold. Tell me, or I'll pull all of them!"
The cashier shouted out. "I don't know," he gurgled. "I got that implant when I was drunk! I think it's the wisdom tooth."
Feeling the cashier's heart pulse through his jugular vein, Hawks winced. "You got gold teeth implants on your wisdom teeth? How is that possible?" Hawks asked before he shook his head. "You know what? Forget it. I'm taking all of them."
Hawks poked his blade into the boy's open mouth. He let out a scream, but Hawks choked out the voice as he tightened his grip like an iron press flattening copper. Holding the struggling cashier steady, Hawks twisted his wrist and reached the blade to one of his side molars.
A bell tinkled.
"Hello," a chipper voice crooned out, muffled from some food in her mouth. "Anybody?"
From the front door, Robyn had bounded inside like a hyper bunny on the first day of spring. Behind her, Leo slunk inside with his head swaddled by his red hoodie. The boy was reserved with his eyes shifting in anxiety like a rolling pin covered in honey-coated dough.
Sauntering past a roller of hot dogs, Robyn was surprised at just how good the convenience store hot dog looked underneath the heated lamp above. The bun, soft as a plume of cotton candy and just as thick, she sniffed at the food and hummed in contentment before twirling back towards the cash register.
The store itself was no different than most of the mom and pop places that dotted the Los Angeles area. The windows were gated with metal bars to avoid any break ins. A broken neon sign sat on top of a cheap tarp awning that had holes peppering the frame. Unclean frost stuck onto the boxy windows with the mold green paint of the walls chipping off the edges of the wall. The cramped store was only lit by the light outside with the fans frozen above from days of power cutting.
After picking up one of the hot dog, Robyn had followed Leo with an optimistic air of curiosity. The boy seemed especially nervous as they headed into the store, his head craned down and his arms tensed up. The boy flung down his hoodie but tightened the know around the neck of the collar.
With the hoodie hugging onto him like a thick roll of tape, his jelly legs slapped on the linoleum flooring as they rounded a rack of potato chips. He stared down at the notebook pointed down by his shoes to ensure he was in the right place.
They both walked up to the counter that was littered in dust and empty candy wrappers. As they passed the rows and rows of stale candy bars and a blinking lottery machine, a grunt echoed out when a pale, roughed up head poked over the precipice of the counter. The man, straitening the collar on his slightly torn blue polo with a ripped out button, cleared his throat and flattened down a stray cowlick at the top of his skull.
"H-how can I...help you?" The boy cowled out.
"Oh, Me? I was just wondering if you had butter," Robyn asked. The girl bounced on her tiptoes and leaned her torso forward over the counter. A small layer of plexiglass separated them from the back part of the counter.
Hawks, hidden from view, scrunched his body and folded his wings to be pressed behind his back. His body glued itself to the back wall of the counter. His hands Looking up at the cashier, he motioned for the boy to continue with his spiel.
"Uh," The cashier shook his head. "No, we don't."
"Do you have margarine or something? Lube?"
"I don't think the school will allow us to have...that," Leo squeaked like a dying mouse.
Robyn scanned the store behind her. "I'll just look around. Good luck, Leo," Robyn smirked and jabbed the boy in the side with her elbow.
Leo gasped out with a deep pang erupting in his chest. Robyn headed off for the refrigerators and left him with the cashier.
He stared at the pale man who appeared to be just a few years older than him. With a gulp, Leo took out his notebook and flipped through the pages. When he got to the end, the boy turned back the notebook at the cashier.
"Have you seen this man at all today?"
When he saw the picture, the cashier's mouth dropped open and his eyes enlarged like a gazelle attacked by a lion. His mouth dry, he stammered out and stroked at a bead of sweat that rode down his flustered cheeks. His unkempt hair brushing at his corneas, he shook his head and blinked like he was shooing away a drunk fly that continued to pester him.
"I...uh...Why would you ask that?" The cashier asked. "I have no idea who that is!"
Leo blinked and turned back the notebook towards him. "Well, I saw online that he was in the Los Angeles area lately. And some blogs had him in this spot around this time."
"The internet spreads fake news all the time," the cashier gripped the side of the metal register until his knuckles shifted white. "Maybe you should go."
"But," Leo looked behind the man at a digital clock that blared the time in neon red. "The blogs had him here every week at this time."
"Well, the internet said I'd have no student debt if I clicked on that one link, and now I have a virus on my computer," The cashier warbled out in a rushed tone. "Please leave."
Leo examined the disheveled man who had begun to shake like a tree blowing in a hurricane. "Is everything okay wi-."
A bundle of black hair bobbed into Leo's shoulder, making the boy yipe and bounce backward on his heels. Robyn gripped a hot dog that steamed in front of her eyes. "No butter, but I have something better," She waved the hot dog in her hand. "I guess this guy isn't here right now. Didn't you say there were other places he would be at?"
Leo examined the notepad in his small hand and nodded. As anxious as he was to finally meet this person, he still had no words for what to say to him. However, feeling the Chinese girl saddle up by his side while chewing quite loudly by his ear, he felt it was best to go. He gave off a watery smile towards the cashier.
"Thank you, mister," Leo said. "I guess I'll...er...be buying a hot dog," Leo glanced at Robyn who had decided to wolf down the food without even paying.
"On the house!" The cashier said. "Just go!"
"Just," Leo squinted his eyes and peered out the mirror, feeling that looking at anyone in the eye would cause him to instantly melt. He scrunched his nose and squeezed his fists together to brace himself for his proclamation. "Just let Mister Hawks know that I was looking for him and I'll be here same time next week," he rushed out.
Under the counter, Hawks gasped out at mention of his name. Instinctively, he pushed himself forward from his seated spot and squeezed his powerful hands around the poor cashier's ankle. This made the younger boy bark out with pain, and Hawks had to plant himself on the boy's feet to stop him from falling over. Shooting knives through the musty grey wall of the counter as if he had x-ray vision, Hawks filed through his memory for any hint at the awkward tremor of the kid's voice or even the girl with him.
Footsteps pattered out of the room, and the bell rung at the door. When it slammed shut, Hawks lifted his frame from under the counter. His blonde strands and tawny eyes poked from over the precipice. He snuck a glance at the two kids walking outside and crossing the street. He could only make out the back of the kid's heads and that their blue uniforms were just like the ones from that new hero school Deku and Shoto had mentioned to him a few times previous.
He combed through his thoughts for any recollection of a small brunette or some bubbly black headed girl and why they were looking for them. Could they be agents with the state? Where they with any Villain Group offshoots? Were they spies to some form of resistance? How had they even gathered his location? Were the bloggers that good now that they could find out his pattern of locations he would be at? Were they sent by Edith Void? Did any of them know about his dealing with Linda and Project Daedalus?
Seeing them disappear into a bus, Hawks shot to his feet and faced the cashier. With a curl of his lip, Hawks punted his fist into the cashier's shoulder. Frustration boiled in Hawks gut as he realized he would have to race against time, and he would now have to find out why two kids are on his trail.
"I'll be back tomorrow for the money," Hawks said while the cashier collapsed to his knees yet again. With a sneer in his face and a flame in his eyes, Hawks lilted his gaze back at the bus that departed for what he assumed was the next destination on his personal list.
He marched around the writhing cashier and headed for the back door exit. As he got to the end of the counter, he turned and noticed that one of the cigar cartons was still unhurt by Hawks's previous outburst. With a small smirk, he grabbed onto the package and cradled it into his arm like a newborn baby.
"I'll take this as a small token of interest you owe," Hawks stroked the carton under his finger. "Cohiba. My favorite."
"Uh...Abel was it?" Linda tapped on the boy's shoulder to get him to stop. "Do you think you could play something a little better?"
Abel scoffed. "Better? This song created the heavy metal movement as we know it! Doesn't get better than this, love?"
This entire trip with Linda had been tenuous enough for Deku. After seeing a few of the rooms, they were getting to the end of their tour. Soon, Linda would be out of his hands, but he had a feeling she would return. He had heard this lady was vicious and forgot nothing. It also did not help that she was reported against much of the Pro-Hero movement through her lifetime, so he had to worry about any repercussions.
His class had been little help. After Drake had practically slammed the door shut on his kingdom, Austin would barely say a word to Linda as they headed towards his room. It was mostly non-descript save for a few pictures of his family that he had pasted around most of the walls. Whenever Linda would ask something, Austin would turn away and whisper some half-hearted answer. He was a quiet kid, but Deku had a feeling that he was especially shy around most women. He treated Linda like a sea slug that was to be avoided at all costs and muttered and occasional "yes" or "no" to a question.
Blake's room was one he was worried about. Deku feared that he would be met with a dungeon of deadly instruments and tools. He had no idea what his parents were able to smuggle out of jail to give to their son, and he had little communication with his guardian on what to do if met with such obstacles. Blood simmered through his veins like hot grease when Linda pulled open the door.
"This room is so colorful," Linda said in mock cheer. "Whose room is this?"
When Deku looked inside, he breathed out a sigh. It was actually halfway normal. The issue was that the student was anything but.
"It's mine, Miss Linda! I really like colors, so I thought that I'd decorate it in all kinds of flavors. At first, i wanted to to look really dark like my parents basement. they spent a lot of time down there. But then, I remembered just how much I liked green. I have a friend at home named Lazuli, and she likes green like me! There was this one time, when she decided to sneak into a drug store. I remember it because I was walking home from this bank robbery that happened down the street from me. I didn't do it, of course, but it was really cool to see. In fact, my parents were there and they decided to be involved!"
"Oh, that's...so nice," Linda said with a smile as fake as her nose. "Did they help solve the crime?"
"Well, it's pretty easy to solve the crime when you're the one that di-."
"Excellent story, Blake!" Deku grabbed Blake by his black unkempt hair and squeezed into a stalk. Smacking his head on the top of his crown, Deku grinned and closed his eyes while patting Blake on the head to get him to shut up. He remembered that he had to be much more careful with Blake being around Linda. Not only would the chatterbox go on for years about nothing, but he would let slip that the school was harboring a kid from a very dangerous couple of villains.
True to himself, Blake's room was a cacophony of color and noise. The top row of the square room was painted with bright glowing green with the bottom half being a stark black that ran around the entire perimeter. Bamboo blinds rolled over the small window by the corner, his bed was bright and springy with an ornate velvet backboard and a small orange canoe that rested like a coatrack right by the bed. By his desk, a human skeleton hung on a rack and jiggled as Blake giggled and rushed for his bed.
At his bed, Blake leapt onto it and jumped up and down on top of the royal purple sheets. His head smacked the ceiling once or twice, but he didn't care as he the springs groaned out from his leaps.
"Blake," Deku shouted. "Get down from there!"
"Come join me, Linda!" Blake yelled. "It's so much fun!"
"Well, I think I'll save that for later," Linda clapped her hands in mock cheer.
Just as she was turning to leave, an advisor walked up to her and pressed her lips to her ear. "You should jump on the bed with him."
"Are you shitting me," Linda whispered back with her strained smile encrusting her face. "Why?"
"People love politicians who seem human. Do it," The advisor hushed.
"I think I will join you, Blake," Linda laughed. She slipped off her high heels and waddled towards the bed.
"Miss Linda, you really don't." Deku started, reaching an arm out towards the lady.
Before he could do anything, Linda shrugged away the hand and lifted herself onto the bed. The press gathered in the room and snapped pictures as the Lieutenant Governor bounced with the fragility of bubble wrap on her tiptoes on the bed. Next to her, Blake bobbed in the air like a pumice stone in a river as he smiled at the attention.
"Higher, Linda!" Blake shouted. "Higher!"
"I hate you kids," Linda muttered under her breath. Then, she started to actually jump on the bed.
The press fell in love and snapped pictures as if it were the second coming of Jesus. Deku was beside himself in embarrassment while the reporters scribbled on their notepads and recorded footage that would surely be used on the news later.
Then, she lost her balance and fell off the bed. The group gasped when Linda smacked the carpet on her back. Her head dizzy, her arms flailed and she blinked like she had just gotten off a roller coaster.
"I'm okay!" Linda said with a fake cheer. She gave the reporters a thumbs up gesture. The rest of the pool laughed and some of them even clapped.
Deku breathed out a sigh, but he realized that Linda would not let this go based off the horrifying glare pointed at him.
Now in Abel's room, the rock fan had been as loud as Present Mic when he had introduced his room. The deadhead burst into his abode and screamed out a narration of the room and the reason for every gold record being plated into the walls with platinum screws. Before Deku could even question if he was allowed to screw in things to the wall, Abel showed off every single guitar and electric piano that lined the walls like firearms in an armory.
The blue-and-red paint scheme of the room, quite patriotic, paled in comparison to the palette of notes that sizzled through his instruments. While Deku had to admit the string of notes were impressive, he doubted they would leave his ears as they kept ringing throughout the tour.
After a few strokes of the strings, Linda had decided to ask for a quieter song. Abel took great offense, but Deku came in like a firefighter to put out the fuse.
"I think Miss Linda is saying," Deku clapped his hands together like he was praying to God. "That she would like to hear something a little quieter. Can you play any of those electric pianos."
Abel chuckled. "Play? Can I play them?" He walked over and sat himself on one of the benches. "Why don't you get those cameras recording, mainstream media? Capture real talent for a change."
A few seconds later, Abel flicked on the piano right by his window. A buzz emanated from the piano as he smattered on a few keys to make sure it was in the right key. Abel felt a little excitement broiling in his chest. He had not played anything in front of people in a long time, but he cleared out his throat and pattered on some of the keys.
"I haven't sung in a while, so get a voiceover for me if it doesn't work out," Abel said with a lilt that betrayed nervous energy.
His heart palpitated in his chest, and his breath ran thin through his lips as his limbs tensed up. He brushed back his hair and pulled back at his glasses. With a quick rub of his chest, feeling the pulsing of his heartbeat, he lolled his neck around and slathered himself loose from head to toe. His teacher, a Pro-Hero he admired very much, and the Lieutenant Governor were behind him. Most of all, his new class was behind him, and he had not even played any notes for them other than assaulting his guitar a few seconds previous.
Sensing a blank in his head, he thought to the only song that he could think of in front of a piano when he had no other thoughts. One of the few people he could think about when he became stressed out. A lady that dressed in mostly 20's flapper style dress wear. One that used old slang like she was going to a Gatsby Party. One he could always count on for help and advice when tragedy struck.
He twinkled the first notes of the song. The light tats of the piano massaged the room, and the snapping of the cameras died down for the rest of the press gathered around to hear the impromptu recital. Even the class settled down and fully filed into the room. With a finality of a master composer, he slashed down on the chords of the number.
"Hey, kid," Abel sang.
Shake it loose together
The spotlight's hitting something that's been known to change the weather.
Slashing his head with the beat of his made rhythm, Abel felt the rust in vocal chords shed away. His voice, both full with energy and soothing to the ear, belted out with the confidence of a seasoned professional musician. Blake swayed to the music as Austin stared on with a stoic surprise. He knew Abel was somewhat talented, but not like this. When he turned and noticed a few members of the press core had begun to clap along, he let off a small grin and realized that he was winning over the crowd.
Megan's mouth was agape, her jaw nearly on the floor. Abel sounded brilliant, and his piano playing was not bad at all. She though he was just a loud and annoying student, but he was actually able to play more than just a few starting chords.
Say, Candy and Ronnie
Have you seen them yet
But they're so spaced out
B-B-B-Bennie and the Jets
Abel cruised through the chorus and the next verse. The muscle memory taking over in his fingers, his digits danced over the plastic ivories. Every correct note making his back stand straight, he smacked on the notes before reaching the end of the solo. His fingers slammed through with the speed of an exploding typewriter as he left this world and entered into his own musical bubble.
Oh but they're weird and they're wonderful
Oh Bennie, she's really keen
She's got electric boots A mohair suit
You know I read it in a magazine
B-B-B-Bennie and the Jets
Finished, Abel twisted around and grinned back at the stunned class. Deku had his arms crossed with a wide smile on his face as if he were watching his own offspring defeat All Might. Some of the press pool clapped with genuine cheers coming from them. The class remained mostly cool, but they expressed their gratitude with reserved acceptance.
"What the fuck?" Megan said. "That was some good shit!"
"Man, Abel was rocking it," Katsu said. "I wished I was that good at singing. All I can do is break glass."
"I speak for all our class when I applaud just how incredible some of our talent is," Lloyd announced from the front of the class. He turned to the reporter and pointed at one of the local news stations camera. "This is just a snippet of what Class 1-A has in store for the world."
Abel nodded in agreement. "Thanks, everyone," he said with a rare soft tone. "I was thinking about my mom. She is very much like the woman in the song. Even down to what she wears sometimes. She dances and sings all the time, and I wouldn't know a thing about playing the piano if she didn't teach me from when I was in the crib. She helped me through some really tough spots, and I'm glad she's here with me."
Linda hobbled over and placed a hand on his shoulder. "And I am as well. Thank you for sharing that talent with us! I'm sure we will all work to protect the young students of all our hero schools, right Mister Deku?"
Abel's smile slipped when he saw his recital had turned back into the cheap campaign opportunity Linda saw coming into the school. He breathed out a sigh and flicked off his piano.
South Central was a shoddy neighborhood in the daytime.
Robyn grimaced at the cracks in the sidewalk as a few low-rider Cadillacs rumbled past with angry rap music exploding in the vehicles. A few of them skidded on three wheels as they rimmed around the corner at a fast speed to the cheer of a few people lounging in front of pawn shops and tattoo parlors. A few thick, burly men in white tank tops and black jeans examined the two students with their arms crossed and muscles bulging in their forearms.
The air, muggy and heated from the car exhausts and the unfettered sunlight above, covered Leo and Robyn like a thick coat in the desert. The brown, worn-down building and low-income apartments were dotted with broken windows and bars over any openings including screen doors. One man was drumming with two thin lead pipes and a bucket hoping for the occasional dollar to flutter his way. Gangbangers crossed the street without using the crosswalk. One of them chugged on a bottle obscured inside a paper bag, giving off a deep belch as he passed the two students.
Leo kept his gaze laser focused forward as they made it to an intersection. Waiting for the light to turn their way, a few dump trucks rumbled past with some decrepit pick up trucks swishing by with a loud engine roar. The stream of traffic continued as Leo and Robyn waited.
"Are we even allowed in a pawn shop if we're under eighteen," Robyn asked.
"I don't know," Leo said in an unsure tone. "But it's worth a shot. This is something I've been waiting for."
Robyn looked over at Leo, his face still hidden in his hoodie. Seeing only the tip of his sharply-sloped nose, Robyn tilted her head and made a small step towards Leo.
"Why does this Hawks guy matter so much?" Robyn asked.
Leo shoved his hands into his pockets and looked down at his shoes. "I'd rather not say."
"Do you know him," Robyn asked. "Just a big fan? Some weird fetish or som-."
"No," Leo stammered in exasperation. "I'd just rather not say."
Robyn huffed. "Well, if we're gonna get to know each other, it's a two way street."
Leo quirked up his eyebrow and turned back to Robyn. They were face-to-face; their noses nearly touching which made Leo's eyes cross for a split second.
"I really like him," Leo said. "So, I want to meet him."
"You got a list of places he goes to on a weekly basis," Robyn tapped on Leo's nose which made the boy emanate a girlish noise and step back. "You don't follow people around L.A. for that kind of thing."
"Then why are you here?" Leo asked. "You've never even talked to me before today."
Robyn brushed away the bang in her hair that looped over her left eye only for it to retake its place. "We could be working together in this Festival next week. Also, I'd like to know more about people. Nothing wrong with that, right?"
"Okay," Leo blinked. "Then what do you want to know? About my dad?"
"In fact, I know a lot about your day," Robyn said. "He's a Pro-Hero in England. Very famous. Probably sucked being in that spot."
"Sucked?"
"Yeah, sucked," Robyn shrugged. "You grow up under everyone's watch. They all expect you to be this big hero. It's obvious you have that pressure on you."
"That's not it," Leo said. "I mean...I guess that's part of it. But," Leo trailed off. As if he were remembering something, his eyes glazed over and he looked away from Robyn down to his shoes. The rush of the cars on the street adjacent filled in the silence with the chatter of the area's residents filling the static with an occasional guffaw or comment floating towards them.
Leo looked back up, his face more stony and firm with resolve. "I owe somebody something. And I owe this person big time."
"Is there...something you did a while ago?" Robyn asked. "Something you feel guilty about?"
Leo turned back towards the street.
Robyn faced the street as well with the wall of cars continuing to drive past like dolphins belaying in the ocean. "I grew up in New York my whole life. Right by K-Town, which is a little weird since I'm Chinese. But whatever. I had a great life there, and I always wanted to be a hero. Like a ninja, y'know," Robyn smiled towards Leo, but the boy faced straight like a soldier.
The girl folded her hands and clasped them in front of her. "It was back when crime was going back up again. Villains had a lot more to do in New York, so there were attacks every day or so. And...I guess I got into an argument with my brother. He was training to be a hero, but we were arguing about something else. What movie we wanted to watch. I was always an Airplane fan, but who isn't, right? And he wanted to watch some superhero thing, but I kept complaining. So, he walked out to cool down. Decided to take a jog. Ended up in Hell's Kitchen. Same time as a Villain attack."
Leo looked over to Robyn. The girl for once seemed very uncomfortable with her head slumped down and her fists balled up. She crossed her arms and hugged herself in a soothing rub.
"That's not your fault," Leo whispered. "Those things aren't your fault. You didn't...make somebody do something."
"I just think about it a lot," Robyn dug the tiptoes of her shoes into the crack on the sidewalk beneath her. "My dad was involved, too. He was an EMT. Caught in the crossfire. My mom still hasn't gotten over it. Drinks like one of those old Irish guys down in Staten Island. She should be proud, honestly. That's an accomplishment."
"Robyn," Leo said. "You're crying."
The girl blinked and reached her hand up to her cheek. A single tear bubbled up and ran past her fingertip. With a hushed laugh, she gave off a sad grin and shook her head. "Sorry," she said before rubbing her eyes of any other saline. "A lot of pollen out here in the middle of the hood."
"No, it's okay," Leo said. "It's good to think about things like that sometimes. But not to wallow in them. But have good memories of people."
Robyn bit her lip and beamed at Leo. "Right, it's so lame to think about just the negative in life. I mean, here I am in the middle of the ghetto in Los Angeles. Life doesn't get better than this!" She threw out her arms to gesture at the street.
"Hey," one of the gangsters holding a plate of ribs shouted from the cookout happening in the yard across the street. "Shouldn't you kids be in school?"
"Shouldn't you be in school, bonehead," one of the other gang members said from a chair.
"Hey, you shut up. It's not my fault I dropped out," he shouted back.
"Man, you got expelled for selling crack to the principal!"
The gang member dropped his ribs and rushed over to the man in the chair. He tackled him, and a scrum of people ran towards the fight and attacked each other.
Then, gunshots.
"Shit! He shot Kevin!"
"That's alright," A man replied. "It was in my fake leg!"
Turning towards each other, Robyn and Leo gazed back at the crosswalk light. It was still red.
"How about we cross a block down," Robyn said.
Leo nodded. He and Robyn bolted in unison away from the corner.
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