Okay, I lied. It's the next chapter. I swear, I don't even know my own book.

Let The Chaos Ensue...

Chapter 5: Distant Interactions

It'd been two weeks since Jim had left, Barbara was still set in her negative mindset. Toby was still refusing to acknowledge that Jim didn't know how to act like a human anymore. And Claire tried her best to think about becoming comfortable with Jim's trollish behavior, and still having the nightmares. Strickler was having a hard time even getting Barbara to talk about Jim. She decided that if he ran away he must not care how she felt.

Which might have actually been somewhat true, of course he cared about how she felt, but he wanted her to get snapped out of her… stubborn state of mind. And so far, it wasn't working. Jim left with the hopes that he could get to know himself, and that his family could accept him after some time away.

- June 22nd, 8:45 pm, Arcadia CA

Two weeks after Jim left.

Dr. Shane, was concerned about Jim before he found out how he was being treated. The kid wasn't even human anymore, he wished he would have reached out sooner. He decided he needed to talk to the closest thing Jim had to another parent if he was going to get to the bottom of things. After all, it was kinda his job as a social worker.

He knocked on Strickler's door and waited.

It opened, "Can I help you?" he said, slightly tilting his head.

"Oh, yes. I'm Dr. Shane, but you can call me Shane." He held out his hand and Strickler shook it, skeptically. "I had some questions about Jim, and his situation with Dr. Lake."

Strickler relaxed visibly, opening the door wider. "Yes, of course. Please come in."

Shane followed Strickler and took a seat on the couch.

"Uh, what medical field do you work in?" Strickler asked.

"Pediatric therapy and I double as a social worker. Which is partly why I'm worried," he paused.

Strickler nodded slowly, "As I have been as well. But you are aware that Jim left over two weeks ago?"

Shane nodded, "Brad Duff, the butcher, notified me after Jim told him that was having some troubles with his mother, I believe he felt that it was something I should know about. After speaking briefly with Dr. Lake, I became more concerned. I'm not quite sure how Jim dealt with it for as long as he did. At least not without outbursts." He sighed and dragged a hand down his face.

Strickler gave a shallow laugh. "Trust me, there were several outbursts. However, I myself am incredibly impressed with his self restraint. Not once did he go off on any of them, at least not with any of the anger that he vented out in the forest."

"He did? And them? Who else? And what do you mean 'vented in the forest'?"

"In order. Yes, he came to me or Arrrggg to express his distress. Them would be Tobias, his best friend. And Claire, his now ex-girlfriend. And as for his vening…" Strickler stood and waved for Shane to follow him to the back door.

They exited onto the porch, and he flicked on the light. In the dim light, a large tree was knocked over, leaning against the other trees surrounding it. The trunk was covered in claw marks and large indentations where Jim had punched it and rammed his horns into it. Shane's jaw went slack.

"On one particularly frustrating night, Jim came out here to talk. He was acting too aggressive for me to understand any of it, so I suggested he come and use the tree as a punching bag. I didn't realize how badly he needed to get his frustrations out through physical action. He roared like I've never heard before while scratching and punching and ramming the trunk. He did so while telling me about how his mother stopped him, physically, from nuzzling her." Shane's face drew blank. "Oh, nuzzling. It's a type of trollish affection, it could be equivalent to a hug." Shane nodded. "Of course, I do believe that it was just the built up frustration and not that one incident in itself. I think that the lack of danger has been making Jim's emotional state more volatile. And I'm not even sure how he's feeling." Strickler mumbled the last sentence.

"What do you mean the lack of danger is making him more volatile?" Shane asked as they returned to the living room. "Wouldn't that improve it?"

Strickler took a deep sigh and leaned forward. "How much do you know about Jim, trollhunting and trolls?"

Shane shook his head, "Not much, only that Dr. Lake doesn't like how Jim acts."

"Well, before Jim became a troll, he was the first human trollhunter. But, that's not entirely important. Trolls, can be extremely aggressive, and their main way to settle differences is to fight it out. Now before all this. Jim would train almost every day, he put his frustration, anger and passion into the fight or training. In fact, his amulet which gives him the armor, is powered by will, or his emotions. And I've never seen someone with as much will as Jim, it's part of the reason he survived so long as a human fighting against trolls. And when Jim wasn't training, he was on a quest or mission, or trying not to get killed by a plethora of enemies." Strickler shook his head, still ashamed of his actions in the past. "Now, as a troll, he has no one to fight. No mission, no enemy, no one to protect, and no release."

"So what you're saying that the need for his regular releases as a human, was increased by him being turned into a half troll? And now with no vent, his anger is worse than before?"

Strickler nodded, "After the particular night where the tree was… demolished, he started spending more time here, or with Arrrggg. And on a number of nights I heard his growls and snarls in the forest as he ran off his frustrations."

"I'm going to guess growling and snarling is a normal troll thing?"

"Yes, and it's a key role in how Jim communicates."

"So, is running something he used to do?"

Strickler nodded with a sad smile, "Rule number one of being the trollhunter is to always be afraid. As such, and while Jim often faced opponents much stronger than him, he found himself running. A lot, so I believe it's the association it has with fighting."

"I guess that makes sense. So you said he's been more angry then he was as a human?"

"Yes, and unfortunately, I have no clue what he's feeling. He has these mixed emotions that he can't communicate through words. And his only defence against his anger is to fight, or perch. He says that it calms him, that he can think and breathe easy when he's upside down."

"Wait, back up a second. Perched? Upside down?" Shane looked at him skeptically.

"You've seen his tail?" Shane nodded, "He uses it to wrap it around things like the archway right over there." Strickler pointed, "And he hangs upside down from his tail. Which is honestly quite strange to even me, I've never seen or heard of any troll that does that. Let alone the length of his tail, that in itself is something entirely unique." Strickler chuckled.

"Alright, so what I'm getting is that he's not able to get his release but he's still able to hold his tongue with all this anger built up. And he has emotions that, for some reason you don't even understand. And now he's off on his own, somewhere in the state of California doing who knows what. And he's a smart kid, so he's completely alone and living in the shadows? Isn't that, like, bad?"

"Well, I can't understand his emotions because I've never had to deal with both human and troll emotions at the same time. Jim has to deal with the mix. As for him being alone, no. It's not a bad thing. While trolls are social creatures, solitude is a form of relaxing, or… hmm, there isn't a word in the english language for it." He paused in thought, "It could be a sort of right of passage."

"Huh," Shane paused. "Ok, so now that I know a little bit about Jim. What exactly has Dr. Lake been doing to cause him such distress? As well as his friends."

Strickler let out a long sigh shaking his head, "For starters, a few days before Jim woke up, she hid the silverware. At that point Jim hadn't known anything else to eat. I left him some food in the fridge, just so I knew he would have something to eat after sleeping for a week. But the night he woke up, she called a meeting to discuss how Jim was supposed to be treated. She wanted everyone to treat him like a human, like things were before the Eternal Night, Toby and Claire agreed. I foresaw this causing Jim distress, and though at the time, I didn't know how Jim felt about being a troll, but I knew that it wasn't in his best interest to act like he was still human.

"That night, he came to talk with me about his… discussion with his mother. Come to find, he actually really likes being a troll, loves it actually. I bet he wishes he'd found Merlin sooner." Strickler slowly laughed, "The next night Jim told me about the next discussion, where Barbara basically told him that she wouldn't even try to be ok with him being a troll. After that, things just went downhill. He wasn't allowed to eat anything that wasn't his, and the only affection he was allowed to give her was human affection, while mind you, he barely knows how to act human anymore. She began giving him the silent treatment, and when she did speak to him, it was always telling him what he was doing wrong or how he wasn't acting like he used to. Soon enough, they just started avoiding each other."

By the end of Strickler's spill, Shane's face was over taken with pure unadulterated rage. "That's not poor treatment, that's basic abuse!" He exclaimed.

Strickler nodded, "And that's not even where it stopped. Toby refused to watch Jim eat and when he did, would actually lose his dinner and yell at Jim later about it, started avoiding him. And Claire, well Claire's better now that she's gotten it in her head. But she was actually hurting him. Not intentionally of course, but she would forcibly remove Jim's tail from around her wrist or waist and such… more trollish affection, and didn't notice that when he snarled. He was telling her that she was causing him pain. But she admitted that she sees him, or saw him as a monster."

The anger on Shane's face remained, silently shaking his head. "I don't like that there's nothing I can do about this." he said quietly.

"Concerning the fact that Jim is a troll and he himself must actually remain a secret from the rest of the world, no you can't. But just as yourself, a colleague of Dr. Lake's, there is a great deal of influence you could have on her. As much as I don't want to get her in trouble, I fear that she won't see what she's doing until something severe comes about. Whether that be Jim losing it, not coming back at all, or someone with an outside perspective pushes the facts in her stubborn direction to get the point across that she's basically, whether unintentionally or not, abusing her son. She needs a wake up call. Jim hoped that him leaving would be enough, it was for Claire, and possibly Tobias. But apparently not her."

"I see what you're getting at. I think you're right, and I'll do my best." Shane stood. "I've taken enough of your time, and I'd best be on my way."

"I appreciate your concern for Jim, and I'd be glad to help you understand anything about the troll world."

"Thank you, and I'll probably take you up on that… one more thing. I'd feel better if I knew he was doing ok. Do you know where he is, and if he's alright?" he asked from the front porch.

Strickler nodded and laughed, "I do, and you'll be happy to know that he's having a good time too. He's… found his release." he chuckled.

"What?" Shane said, but the door closed on him.

July 1st, 1:37 pm, Arcadia CA.

Toby was trying to understand, he really was. The problem was, he just didn't.

"Look, contrary to popular belief, I am hearing what you're saying. I just don't get it." Toby explained, sitting across from a dumbfounded Claire.

They sat in her living room and she was trying to explain what she now understood about troll Jim.

"What do you not get?" She sighed, exasperated.

"That Jim's acting like a troll not because he's choosing to, but because he has no other way to act."

"Yeah, that's exactly what I'm saying. So how do you not get it?"

"You keep saying that he doesn't know how to be human anymore. But that's ridiculous, how would you forget how to be human. He's still half human." Toby provided.

"Yes, but he's also half troll!"

"But he's not acting like he should, he's…"

"NO! Toby, he is acting like he should. Because he's a troll now. And he's acting like a troll."

"That's not how trolls act Claire. Trolls are much more aggressive, and Jim was all lovey-dovey on you. And passive towared Dr. Lake and me. It doesn't add up."

"Have you ever thought that he was just holding his tongue?" She pressed.

"No, that's not a Jim-like move, and it doesn't seem like a troll Jim move either."

"He was letting me walk all over him! He never said anything when I was accidentally hurting him, and even when his eyes flashed red, he still kept his cool. And don't you think it made him furious when his mom told him that she wouldn't at least try?"

Toby put his head in his hands, "I guess, but I don't…" he sighed, "I just wish everything could go back to normal."

"Me too."

"You know, if I ever see that grumpy wizard again. I'm going to kick him in the gronk-nucks."

"You're not the only one." Claire checked the time on her phone. "Hey, Jim's probably up now. Do you want to try texting him? Or calling him?"

Toby threw his hands up, "No, being roared at once is one time too many if you ask me. And as for texting, I'm fairly sure he's blocked my number." Toby looked at the ground sadly.

Claire did the same, "I'm going to try and call him." She dialed him, put it on speaker and waited, she immediately got his voicemail, which was now personalized.

"Hey, this is Jim, but I'm not actually answering any calls. Toby, Claire, stop calling me, please. Don't worry about me, I'm actually doing pretty amazing. I'm not sure when I'll be back but it'll be at least another month before I start heading for Arcadia again…" there was a deep sigh/growl, "Guys, please just leave me alone. I mean it." Then silence.

"This isn't fair!" Toby shouted. "We're trying to help him!"

Claire had a lone tear run down her face, "Maybe…" She choked, "Maybe we should stop. He obviously doesn't want to talk. And I don't think he wants help, or even needs it. He said he's doing great without us. So… so let's just stop." silent tears streamed down her face. "I'm done. He said he was done with me. So I'm going to stop. He's happy without me, without us, so let's just stop."

"Claire, you can't just give up on him." Toby tried.

"I'm not giving up on him. I'm doing as he's asking. I'm going to leave him alone. You should too." She had a sad but demanding stare that bore into her stout friend. "Look, he said he was coming back, we can try again then."

"Well, you can stop. But I'm not going to, he's my friend and he shouldn't have left. He was taking the easy way out, and that's not fair to us."

"No, Toby. Him leaving was the only way he could have gotten any of us to see. He had to leave, he had to get away from us. We… We were hurting him. Toby, I think we were damaging him, abusing him." She whispered.

"Fine. You can think that." Toby jumped off his chair and marched out of her house, he was about to shut the door behind him when he paused, "You don't really think we were abusing him. Do you?"

Claire didn't move from her position where her tears left darkened spots on her pants, she only nodded.

Toby gave a silent 'oh' and slowly shut the door.

June 18th, 10:00pm, I-99 Northbound to Merced CA

Brad was worried, he wasn't sure if he should have told Dr. Shane sooner, or not at all. Jim told him that his mom didn't want him, and he didn't know if that was privileged information or if it was a cry for help. Maybe Jim running away was a cry for help, or maybe…

Maybe he should pay attention to driving.

He stared at the road and let his thoughts clear, after a few hours his phone began vibrating in the cup holder next to him. It was an unknown number, He mindlessly picked it up and answered without looking.

"Hello, this is Brad the butcher speaking how may I help you?"

"Hey Brad, it's Jim."

"Jim! Hey, how are you doing?" He spoke with concern.

"Not sure, I have yet to decide. But I do have to say, looking for danger is fun."

He gave a forced laugh, "Jim, you both amuse and worry me."

"Why would you worry about me? I might just be bulletproof, but I have yet to find out and don't want to test that theory, just yet."

"Uh…"

"That was a joke. I'm glad you worry, anyways. You said you'd be out of Arcadia this week, I was wondering where you're headed."

"Merced, It's a small county north of Fresno. You know it?"

"I do, in fact. I'm in fresno right now…" across the line a girls scream could be heard. "...Hey, I gotta go. I'll meet you there in a few days. Text me the address." Jim said quickly then hung up.

Yup, Brad was definitely worried.

July 4th, 9:27 pm, Arcadia CA

The town was gathered in the park for the Fourth of July celebration. Strickler and Barbara sat at a picnic table eating hamburgers courtesy of Javier. It was only a few hours before the fireworks started, Toby, and Claire were hanging with 'the Reckless Club' plus Aja and Krell. Strickler dared to ask about the touchy subject that was Jim.

"Barbara, when Jim does come back. Are you still going to push Jim away if he acts like a troll?" He asked, -because he's probably going to come back more trollish then before-.

"Look, Jim's been gone for three weeks. What makes you think he's coming back?" Baraba wiped her fingers off on a napkin, then glared at Strickler.

"For one, Arcadia is his home. The only place everyone knows who and what he is, and they allow him to be that. Another is you, he promised he would never leave you. And that means he's coming back, even if it is to an uncomfortable situation."

This caught Barbara's attention, He did promise he would never leave, but he did. He left, and he didn't even say goodbye. Dr. Shane had told her about his conversation with Strickler, he said that she was emotionally abusing him, she wouldn't do that. Not on purpose. So if he was going to come back, she wouldn't push him away. She may not like him as a troll, but she won't be an abusive parent.

"He also promised he would be back by August 15th." Strickler's voice pulled her out of her thoughts.

"Wait, why August 15th?" She sat up straight.

"That would be the first day of the school year, Barbara. I'm trying to convince him to continue his education. And although he never said he was for sure, I did get him to promise he would be back by the first day."

She nodded slowly, a small smile crept on her lips, "And he always keeps his promises." she mumbled.

"Indeed. So, will you push him away again, when he comes back?"

"Walter, I can't say that I don't like him being a troll. And I can't guarantee my actions will be as accepting as they should be, but I will try. I'll make an effort."

Strickler gave a long awaited sigh of relief, "That's all I can ask for."

Toby had been down for a while, not even the BBQ Claire's dad had put on was enough to cheer him up.

He'd been avoiding Jim, and scolding him for the way he was eating when he ate the only thing he could. He'd acted disgusted around him, he'd been hurting his best friend. And Jim left, because his best friend was treating him like last week's fad.

He sat in a circle with his peers, who had treated Jim better than he did.

Claire brought him a plate of food with a soda, "Com'on TP, Jim wouldn't want you to be moping. You realized what you were doing was wrong and you're going to be better when he gets back. We both will, then maybe things can go back to relative normalcy."

He gave her a small frown, "I know, but do you even think he's going to want us as friends anymore?"

"He will, it's not like Jim to dump people. Even troll Jim wouldn't."

"I hope you're right." Toby said then dug into his food.

The rest of the group looked up from whispering and Mary was pushed to speak, "Hey, C-bomb, do you know when Jim's going to come back?" She asked in a quiet manor without her usual spunk. "We… We kinda miss him."

"We want to know if he's ok," Eli said rubbing his arm.

"Yeah, we kinda feel like this might be our fault… too…" Darcy said.

"We should have been paying better attention… maybe we would've noticed he was so upset." Steve said.

"I believe what they were trying to say, is you were being terrible friends and they feel bad that they didn't notice." Aja stated bluntly.

"Aja! That's not something you just say. We're supposed to be blending!" Krell spat.

"What? Little brother, I was just clarifying what they were struggling to say."

"Yeah, but you're not supposed to do it like that." He said through his thick accent.

There was an awkward silence where everyone stared at the two.

"Well, she's not wrong…" Shannon peped.

Darci shook her head, "She's not. And we're sorry."

"Guys, you don't have to be sorry. You did nothing wrong, that was all on us. You were treating him better than us," Claire gestured to herself and Toby. "We're sorry," She frowned.

Toby nodded, "We're the reason Jimbo left, not you."

"But maybe, you could help us out?" Claire said.

"Of course C-bomb." Mary smiled, "What with?" She asked a bit confused.

"When Jim comes back, make sure we're…" Claire struggled to finish her sentence.

"Not being totally awful friends?" Aja provided with a smile.

"Yeah…" Toby said, carefully eyeing her.

Steve whispered something to her and she suddenly gained some sense of what was going on.

"Ohhhh… I'm very sorry your troll friend left." She said, looking at her feet. Gaining a bit of decorum.

"Alright…" Claire said cautiously.

Toby laughed a bit, "hey, you remember when you helped us get the lighting in a jar?" Toby asked.

Aja and Krell nodded, "Yes."

"Well, that was actually a part of the potion that turned Jim into a troll." Toby snorted,

"The irony."

"Santos and Galen… I didn't know. I'm… I'm sorry." Aja said.

"You guys do realize Jim actually likes being a troll right?" Claire pointed out.

"Wait, really?" the group chimed.

Toby and Claire nodded.

"I'm fairly sure he's actually anti human now." Toby joked.

"Well, I guess we're in the clear then." Krell laughed slightly.

"What?" Mary said.

"Oh, nothing." Aja smiled. Eli gave the two an off side glance.

"So Jimmy-Jam actually likes looking like a total troll?" Mary smirked.

"I'm not sure if that was a bad pun or just a terrible analogy." Darci pointed out.

"But that's beside that point," Steve spoke. "Do you know when he's coming back?" he pressed.

The smiles all left, Claire shook her head. "No, and he personalized his voicemail to tell us to stop bugging him."

"He wants to be left alone. So, we're giving him his space." Toby added, he looked dejected and hurt.

"Pht… Ok, I know he wants his space, but com'on. Not answering his calls?" Darci said.

"Have you tried texting him?" Mary asked, waving her phone.

"He… He blocked my number." Toby wrung his hands.

"Oh, that's cold." Steve said.

"Even for someone on the lamb." Eli squeaked.

Darci pulled out her phone.

"Uh, what are you doing?" Claire asked.

"I'm calling him. It's one thing to not answer calls. But blocking his best friends number? Nuh'ah!" She put it on speaker and motioned for everyone to be quiet while it rang.

Once. Twice.

"I don't think he's going to…" Toby said.

"Hey Darci." Jim's voice rang happily.

Claire and Toby were shocked, and then anger showed on her face. They were both about to start yelling about how unfair it was that he answered her call, but not theirs. But Darci hushed them before they could.

"Hey Jim! It… It's really good to hear your voice," She almost choked. "Hey, I'm really sorry about… everything. I… We…"

"Hey, Darci. Don't." Jim could be heard shaking his head. "No, this was for the best." He reassured. "Honestly, this was probably the best decision I've made next to picking up the amulet and taking Merlin's potion." He laughed.

"Really?" Everyone was genuinely shocked at his response.

"Really, I've been able figure a lot of things out. And I've helped a lot of people too."

"What? What do you mean…?"

"Oh, I've been wandering north since I left. And I've been watching for crime all over. You would not believe how many muggers there are a night in Sacramento." He gave a deep laugh.

"Oh, um… Well, I'm at the fourth of July BBQ that Claire's mom hosts every year. And the gang and I, We were wondering when you're coming back?" Darci pressed.

"Hmmm, not for a while. Solitude is kinda nice, and I'm not sure if my mom, and Toby are ready for me to come back. As for Claire, I've no idea if I'm ready to face her." A frustrated growl could be heard over the phone.

Claire looked like she was about to speak but choked on her own words.

"I also feel really bad for blocking Toby's number, but he just kept sending me angry texts. I… I don't feel like dealing with that."

Darci glared at Toby, he tried making himself smaller. It didn't work.

"Well, they realized that they were… upsetting you. And Toby and Claire are working really hard on making sure they treat you properly when you come back. I don't know much about your mom, but I do know that several people have been wearing her down."

"That's good, I guess. Hey look, I've kinda sworn off answering my phone. I missed the friendly conversation, and I would love to keep chatting, but I would feel really bad if Toby or Claire found out. I would answer, but I'm not ready to talk with them. And when I do, I want it to be face to face."

"I can understand that. I'm actually…" She thought about telling him but decided against it. "I'm actually really excited for when you get back. Arcadia's not the same without you Jim."

"Thanks. Hey, I'll tell you a secret if you can keep it."

She looked at the others then turned off the speaker and pressed the phone to her ear, "Yeah I can keep a secret."

"I'll be back by August 15th, so it won't be too much longer."

"Privileged information, alright. It won't leave my lips. Good luck out there."

"You have a good fourth Darci…" There was the sound of fireworks on the other end and Jim dropped the phone, a distressed snarl could be heard before the line was disconnected.

She lowered the phone and thought if she should be worried about that or not. No, Jim was fine, he can take care of himself.

Everyone looked at her anxiously.

"So, what's the secret?" Mary asked.

"Uh, a secret. I'm not breaking his trust."

"Oh com'on, Really?" Steve said.

"Yeah, tell us." Eli said, his high voice cracking.

"Claire don't you want to know? Toby?" Mary pressed.

"Of course I want to know, but breaking Jim's trust is a bad idea. And breaking a trolls trust is an even worse idea." Claire shook her head. "The two combined is just hell waiting to happen."

"Toby?" Steve asked.

"No, Claire's right. You never lie to a troll, they can tell. You never break a promise, because they will bring the wrath of the Darklands out on you. And you never go back on your word, honor is like the biggest thing with warriors, so doing that is basically a death sentence." Toby said darkly. "As much as I want to know, it's better that Darci stays alive."

"Alright, away from dark and creepy." Aja said. "Your low class explosive pyrotechnic devices used for aesthetic and entertainment purposes, are about to begin."

"What?!" Everyone turned and looked at her, except for Steve and Krell.

"She said the fireworks are about to start." Steve clarified.

"Oh…"

July 6th, 6:24 pm, Gasquet CA

Alone, a girl walked through the park. She wore a hooded denim vest, stone washed a dark blue almost black, with matte black studs on the rims of the pockets, and a pair of matching pants. She had headphones in, but no music was being played. She cautiously checked her surroundings, without being too obvious.

Her dark golden brown hair flowed around her shoulders with her grey hood up, her hands in her pockets, she wore a spaghetti strap tank top that matched the color of the thick clouded sky, it contrasted with her tan complection. Her eyes darted back and forth with caution, her intense grey, almost silver eyes calculating everything she saw.

It was just after the fourth of July, so the park was full of litter and trash, but not many people.

Once she was sure she hadn't been followed, she headed promptly to the bus station and jumped on the first one headed south.

-Maybe this time will be different-, she thought. -Maybe this time he won't be able to find me-. But wishful thinking never did anyone any good. She knew that.

No, the universe had ways of making sure you dealt with every possible obstacle. And wishing him away would do her no good. The only regret she had was looking out the back window, and spotting the 1979 Dodge D Series pickup truck. Because if she saw it, he probably saw her.

She slid down in her set, silently beradeing herself. If he got there first, she would be done for. There was no escaping him, the bus she was on only had one stop. And there was no doubt that he already knew, the bus had a freaking light up banner saying, 'Corning, Tehama'

She threw her head against the headrest repeatedly, she was so dead.

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