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The chaos was instantaneous. Boba Fett appeared from nowhere like a freaking chameleon, people jumped and started clearing away from the entrance pretty quickly, and in the midst of the commotion, Alice spotted Lando slipping out of a shadowy corridor she suspected he was not supposed to be in.

When she glanced back to the entrance, she was quite relieved to see the familiar massively tall, towering shape of Chewbacca, accompanied by a much smaller, slimmer figure swathed from head to toe in leather, which she somehow knew immediately was Leia.

Oh thank goodness. The people who actually know how to do stuff.

The bounty hunter (wink to the audience – "bounty hunter") had hold of Chewie by a rope around his neck and used it to drag him to stand directly in front of Jabba. The hutt, who had seemed about to launch into a hissy fit because his day was being interrupted, gave a delighted chuckle.

Leia spoke then, her voice coming out strange and croaky through the mask she wore, speaking a language that was distinctly not Basic. Huh. Didn't know she could do that. Then again, she is a princess – it was probably a requirement so as not to make an embarrassing social faux pas in front of visiting dignitaries.

There then ensued a period when Alice didn't have a clue what was going on, given that she didn't have a TV and therefore couldn't read the subtitles that she sorely needed. Instead, she was stuck simply watching what Leia and Jabba did and guessing from context clues what they were saying.

Leia was gesturing at Chewie, presumably letting Jabba know that she'd caught him (as was evident from the rope on his neck and the cuffs on his paws) and that she would like some money, please and thank you.

Jabba replied in what for him passed as a light-hearted, jocular tone, though the only word that Alice understood in the whole sentence was 'Chewbacca'.

Chewie growled, but Alice still didn't know enough about how his language worked to know if he was saying something or just…growling.

Damn, I hate that everyone knows more languages than me. I need to start some lessons asap.

Luckily for the readership, at this point, Threepio, apparently summoned by some minion or other, made an appearance, which meant a legitimate translation could be noted down. Alice kept her head down as the golden droid climbed the dais, hoping against hope that Threepio wouldn't notice her, or if he did, that he would have the good sense not to say anything.

"The illustrious Jabba bids you welcome and will gladly pay you the reward of twenty-five thousand."

To which Leia responded: "Fifty-thousand. No less."

Jabba growled in displeasure and gave Threepio a solid whack that sent the golden droid flying off the dais with an extremely over-dramatic yell of fear. Alice wanted to roll her eyes, but somehow resisted. Drama queen.

It took a while for the droid to recover himself. Everyone waited patiently, until finally Threepio reappeared, and turned shakily to Jabba, who grumbled something at him. The droid turned to face Leia again and said, "The mighty Jabba asks why he must pay fifty thousand."

Leia croaked something through her mask, and suddenly whipped a small, metal sphere out of nowhere. It was beeping in a very suggestive manner that Alice didn't like the sound of.

Apparently most of the room agreed with her, including Threepio, who exclaimed in typically dramatic fashion, "Because he's holding a thermal detonator!" A resounding gasp went around the room, people fell on the floor, Boba Fett pulled out a blaster. Alice tensed up in fear for Leia, wondering why exactly she'd decided to throw this little detail into the plan when surely just accepting the bounty as it was would have sufficed.

There was a tense silence. Then, to Alice's great surprise (and discomfort), Jabba started to laugh. He spoke, and she noticed, out of the corner of her eye, Boba Fett slowly lowering his gun, clearly trying not to attract attention to himself. You thought nobody saw that, she thought, narrowing her eyes at him, but I did.

"Jabba offers a sum of thirty-five," Threepio said nervously, breaking into Alice's thoughts, "and I do suggest you take it!"

Another tense silence, in which Alice was forced to wonder if this was Leia after all. Surely Leia wouldn't risk even accidentally blowing them all up just for the sake of getting more money out of Jabba…

Then the bounty hunter clicked a small switch on the bomb, which immediately stopped its beeping. "He agrees!" Threepio exclaimed happily, causing the entire room to almost audibly sigh with relief.

Alice stared hard at the 'bounty hunter', and it seemed Leia could feel Alice's gaze on her, because a moment later she turned her head to look directly at her. Alice tilted her head on one side in what she hoped appeared to be an innocently musing manner. Leia, in return, swept a low bow, and Alice relaxed. That had to be Leia. Who else would bow to a slave girl?

To Alice's faint alarm, Boba Fett came slinking through the crowd as Leia straightened up, clapping her hard on the back in a hearty gesture of congratulations that rang immediately false to Alice's eyes. She remembered what Boba had said last night – he already suspected that she was working with others to get Han out. Seeing Leia come in with Chewie, he had probably already clocked her as a potential threat.

And Alice, chained by the throat to this stinking slug, had no way to warn her.

He doesn't know about Lando, she told herself firmly, trying to calm herself down before panic could set in, he can't. And Luke…has some plan of his own going on. If all else fails, he'll save the day. It's what he does.

She held on to that thought frantically as she was unhooked from the throne and carted back to her cell that night.

In the favourite move of guards everywhere, it seemed, Alice was shoved roughly through the door. She stumbled on the uneven floor and nearly went flying, until a pair of extremely long, furry arms caught hold of her.

Instinctively, she began to struggle, terrified that they had decided to kill her after all by throwing her in here with some kind of monster- until a familiar purring wail stopped her in her tracks.

"Chewie?" She breathed, peering up into the darkness, "Is that you?"

The wookiee whined and pulled her into a very fuzzy and very comforting hug that squeezed all of the air out of her and left her laughing and gasping for breath.

"Oh man, I know it's only been a few days, but it's good to see you."

Chewie trumpeted in agreement, and loosening his grip, guided her over to sit with him in the corner of the cell. Alice smiled and tucked herself in next to his woolly bulk. It reminded her of being back on Hoth – Chewbacca was an excellent source of heat and very accommodating, so it hadn't been uncommon for her to make a point to sit next to him at the cantina on particularly cold evenings.

"Do you know what the others are planning?" She asked, glancing up at him, "I'm worried about Leia. I guess Lando already told you I got caught out, but he might not have mentioned, Jabba and Boba Fett suspect that I've got allies. They'll probably be keeping a close eye on her."

Chewie nodded again and made a noise that to her sounded a bit like 'Luke' – though maybe that was just wishful thinking.

"Luke's got a plan?"

He nodded again. Alice sighed, "Well, that's good to hear. I'm sorry I messed everything up though. I should have been keeping a closer eye on Boba Fett. I guess I just assumed he wouldn't recognise me."

Chewie whined in sympathy and patted her reassuringly on the head. Somehow, she got the message even though she couldn't understand him: C'est la vie.

"You said it, my furry friend."


With Chewie warm and fluffy beside her, Alice actually managed to get some sleep, though she was rudely awakened a couple of hours before dawn by the clanging noise of their cell door slamming open.

Instantly hit with a jolt of adrenaline, she shot to her feet, with Chewie close behind her.

"Get in there," growled a rough voice that she just about recognised as Lando.

A tall figure in a white shirt stumbled into the cell, but with the light from the guards' torches behind them, it was hard to see who they were. Then they stumbled half a step closer and with a gasp of delight, she realised it was none other than Han Solo, defrosted and very disorientated by the looks of him.

"Woah, easy, Han, Han, it's us! Are you okay?"

Han's head jerked towards her, but for some reason his eyes didn't seem to want to settle on her face. He frowned, peering into the darkness of the cell, "Alice? Is that you?"

Chewie moaned and rushed forward to grab his friend in a hug.

"And Chewie," she said with a laugh, hurrying forward to join the embrace. Han felt distinctly shaky in her arms, but he managed to press one hand to her face briefly, as though confirming to himself that she was really there. "Long time no see, Captain."

"You can say that again," he grumbled, "hibernation sickness got me good, kid, I can't see a thing."

Chewie growled, and between the two of them, he and Alice helped Han limp over to the far wall of the cell, settling him down on the ground.

She crouched down next to him, concerned, "Is it permanent?"

Han waved a dismissive hand, nearly catching her upside the head by mistake in the process, "Nah. At least, Leia said it wasn't."

"Leia," Alice said, her heart seized by sudden anxiety, "where is she? And Lando?"

"Jabba has her," Han said, his voice dark, "I didn't see Lando. Is he here too?"

"Yes," she said, glancing over at Chewie, who whined softly, "but we don't want to give him away. He's in disguise."

"What were you all thinking?" He burst out, "Don't you know Jabba's one of the least trustworthy, most despicable pieces of filth in the whole Outer Rim?"

"Well," Alice said drily, "if I didn't know that before, I do now. We came in to get you out. It's not going exactly according to plan… But we've got it covered, I promise."

"Forgive me if that doesn't exactly reassure me."

"Stop complaining," she retorted, "you've been frozen in a block of carbonite for two months, at least you're up and walking about."

He humphed, "Yeah, well, I feel terrible. What is this plan, anyway?"

Chewie answered, evidently relieved to be back in the company of someone who could understand him, and Han raised his eyebrows, "Luke? Luke's crazy, he can't even take care of himself, much less rescue anybody."

Chewie growled, a little reproachfully, and Han raised his eyebrows. "A Jedi Knight? I tell ya, kid, I'm out of it for a little while and everyone gets delusions of grandeur."

"Psh," she said, dismissively, "you can talk, oh wonderful Captain Solo who got himself frozen."

"Well, that was hardly my fault, was it, kid?"

"Oh really?" Alice said, raising her eyebrows, "Remind me, who was it who didn't pay off their debt to Jabba the Hutt?"

"Well," Han said, "if you all had just let me leave when I planned to, I would have paid off my debt to Jabba, and none of us would be in this situation."

"Yeah," she said, indignantly, "because you wouldn't have come back to us if you had!"

Chewie gave an anxious growl, clearly keen to shut them up before this could turn into a real argument. Alice wanted to glare at Han but given that he was blind and wouldn't be able to tell, she decided it probably wasn't worth it. Instead she sighed, and sat down next to him, putting her back up against the cold wall of the cell.

"So how is Jedi Knight Luke Skywalker anyway?" Han asked.

Alice lifted one shoulder in a shrug, making sure he could feel the motion against his own arm, "He's…fine. He's been promoted again – he's a general now."

Han raised his eyebrows, "A general, huh?"

"Yeah, it's been a couple of months since Cloud City."

"Huh. I guess I'm not surprised. In the eyes of the Rebellion, there isn't a single thing that boy could do wrong."

Alice grimaced, "Too true. I think it's hard for him to be back here on Tatooine though. I mean…it was his home planet."

"I understand where the kid's coming from," Han said, a little gruffly.

"Where are you from, Han?"

"Corellia," he said shortly, "half a galaxy away, kid. Not a nice place to grow up."

Alice wisely let the subject drop, "Oh."

He turned his face towards her, his eyes unfocused, "And you, sweetheart?"

"What?" Alice said, a little nonplussed, "Where am I from or how am I?"

"How are you?" He said, in a 'duh' tone.

"Alright, I suppose," she said, "I've been Jabba's slave girl for the last two days."

He made a face. "Nice."

"Yeah…"

When sitting in a damp cell, conversation dried up surprisingly quickly. With nothing else to say and with the twin suns making no sign of rising any time soon, Alice snuggled up next to Han's shoulder and fairly promptly fell asleep.

When Alice next opened her eyes, it was to find that they were still, disappointingly, sitting in the cell. Han was still out of it, snoring softly beside her, and Chewie was curled up in the corner. Alice smiled, suddenly feeling obscenely cheerful for a prisoner, and getting up, ruffled her hands playful through Chewie's mane.

The wookiee made a yawning rumbling noise that sounded a lot like Alice's pet cat back home, if her pet cat had a baritone meowing voice. "Morning, darling," she cooed. He chirruped indignantly and poked her in the stomach with one massive paw, practically winding her. "Why would you do that?" She wheezed.

"Alice?" Han sounded extremely worried all of a sudden.

She turned and saw him feeling around for her, clearly concerned that he couldn't find her. "I'm here," she said, dropping to her knees beside him, "and how are you this morning, sunshine?"

"Still blind," he said drily, "and still imprisoned. You?"

"I'm grimy, cold and I'm wearing so few clothes I might as well be naked. So, you know." She meandered over to the centre of the cell, where bright sunlight fell through the grate in the roof, "Huh. The suns are pretty high in the sky. I'm surprised they let us sleep this late."

"Hey, you!"

"You were saying?" Han grimaced as he stretched, "That sounds like a guard to me."

Alice turned to the door to find a grumpy looking human guard standing there, in the act of inserting a large set of keys into the lock. "You're to come to Jabba's throne room at once."

"Well, hooray," Alice said, with faked enthusiasm, "isn't that wonderful. I did miss him."

The guard stared at her, and the awkward silence from behind her suggested that Chewie, and possibly Han, were also giving her strange looks.

"I was being sarcastic," she said, with a shudder, "as if I'd actually enjoy being around him."

The guard shook his head and pulled the door open, "Come on, get out here."

"Gladly," Alice said, taking Han's arm and guiding him out into the corridor. The guard, backed up by some big, rhinoceros-esque cronies, separated the three of them at once, and dragged them together through the palace.

They rounded a corner and Alice jumped in surprise as they came face to face with a familiar figure dressed in black. "Luke! What the hell are you doing here?"

"Luke?" Han repeated, staring around desperately, "Where?"

"I'm here," Luke said, "Are you alright?"

"We're okay." Alice stared at their Jedi hard, conducting a quick scan to make sure he wasn't bleeding or missing any more limbs. He didn't seem to be hurt at all, but he had suddenly gone very pink and was avoiding her gaze for some reason…

Oh lord. Alice blushed hotly as she realised that Luke hadn't seen her in her slave-girl get-up yet.

"Han," Luke said, his voice overloud and a little shaky, "you alright?"

"Alright," Han said, oblivious to the complications seething between Alice and Luke, "together again, eh?"

"Wouldn't miss it," Luke replied.

Han grinned slightly, "How're we doing?"

"The same as always." They were pushed down several steps, past a group of gawking aliens and back into the throne room again – Alice had only spent two days in the room and she already hated it.

"That bad, huh? Where's Leia?"

"I'm here."

Alice winced. It seemed Leia had taken her place at Jabba's side – her friend was wearing an outfit even more degrading than Alice's, and worse still, had also been chained by the neck to Jabba's throne. It was obvious from the tense expression on Leia's face that this was the worst possible punishment that could have been devised for her.

Jabba was as ugly as ever, his huge mouth caked with slime and dirt, his rust-coloured eyes sparkling dully. Alice curled her lip as he spoke, his deep voice rumbling through her chest in an extremely unpleasant way.

Threepio, standing almost apologetically at the Hutt's side, stepped forward slightly to translate: "His high exaltedness, the great Jabba the Hutt, has decreed that you are to be terminated immediately."

"Good," Han said, "I hate long waits."

Um… Alice thought, glancing at Luke, I really hope this all works out the way we want it to…

"You will therefore be taken to the Dune Sea," Threepio went on, "and cast into the pit of Carkoon, the nesting place of the all-powerful Sarlac."

Han jerked his head dismissively, "That doesn't sound so bad."

"In his belly, you will find a new definition of pain and suffering as you are slowly digested over a thousand years…"

"Oh," Alice said, glancing around at her chums, "well, that doesn't sound great, does it."

"No," Han said hurriedly, "on second thoughts, let's pass on that, huh?"

Luke however, looked as cool as the proverbial cucumber. "You should have bargained, Jabba," he said as they were shoved off, presumably to their doom, "it's the last mistake you'll ever make."

Jabba laughed raucously and together, Alice, Luke, Han and Chewie were dragged up some steps, down a corridor and into the open air of a huge courtyard, where a large, bronze barge-type ship was sitting. Next to it was a smaller, open-topped ship, with an extremely ominous plank on one side, which Alice seriously doubted was for diving. Then again, if she had to pick how she was going to die, walking the plank was pretty cool – not into a massive creature called a 'sarlac' or whatever though.

"What do you think, Chewie?" Alice said, turning to the wookiee, "Are we going to get out of this one, or not?"

He whined, and Alice nodded, "My thoughts exactly."

She felt a nudge at her back, and Lando's voice murmured, "Get in the hover car. We're leaving straight away."

"Right-o," she said, taking Chewie's arm, "let's go, buddy."

They climbed on board and were clustered in the middle of the ship with guards surrounding them. With a groan, the ugly craft lifted off the ground and with a high pitched whine, sped off out of the palace gates. Lando stood at the other end of the ship, steering it as they skimmed over sand dunes. About ten minutes later, Jabba's sail barge caught up with them, lumbering along behind them like an elephant, snatches of music drifting across the air to them whenever it came alongside them.

It was a shame really that they were going to their doom – otherwise it would have been quite a pleasant ride, with the wind from their speed taking away some of the desert heat. Alice glanced over the side and watched the changing patterns of the hills of sand beneath them. Lovely, she thought, somewhat wistfully. She started to hum absentmindedly to herself, smiling amicably at the glaring guards, who clearly thought that someone being transported to their execution should be a little less flippant.

"Hey," Han said cheerily, "I think my eyes are getting better. Instead of a big dark blur, I see a big light blur."

"Good for you, honey," said Alice, equally brightly.

"Don't worry, Han," Luke commented, gazing out across the sand, "there's nothing to see. I used to live here, remember."

Han stared ironically in Luke's general direction, "You're gonna die here, you know. Convenient."

Alice rolled her eyes, "Good one, Han."

"Silence!" The guard next to Alice snapped with unnecessary force, "Helmsman! We're approaching the Pit!"

Luke leaned forward and murmured in her ear, "Get ready to fight."

"I was born ready…to fight," she replied eloquently; to be fair, she was slightly distracted by the warmth of his body behind her and the feeling of his breath brushing against her neck.

This is so not the time for fantasising, Alice.

The ships slowed and manoeuvred into a small circle around a large dip in the rolling hills of sand – in the centre of it, a large number of unpleasant tentacles writhed and squirmed. "Hang on," Alice said, peering closer, "that looks like the plant from 'Little Shop of Horrors'. Please tell me we're not going to be eaten by a plant?" No one answered her, and in the absence of anything else to say, she asked, "So, who's going first?"

Luke rolled his eyes at her and stepped up towards the plank. "Good man," Alice said, resisting the urge to clap him on the back, just in case she accidently hit him too hard. She had a bit of a history of doing that.

Appropriately at this point, Threepio's voice echoed from the sail barge, "Victims of the almighty Sarlac, his excellency hopes that you will die honourably. But should any of you wish to beg for mercy, the great Jabba the Hutt will now hear your plea!"

Alice snorted as loudly and derisively as she could and shouted across the gap, "Ha! As if! We have more dignity than that – let me tell you something that you probably don't know. I'm British! Yeah, that's right, and we never beg for mercy, especially from criminal scum like you! Rule Britannia!"

Luke raised his eyebrows.

Han glanced sideways at her, sounding like he was torn between admiration and concern, "What's come over you, kid?"

"I will take that as a compliment."

"Jabba!" Luke called, "This is your last chance – free us, or die!"

Meh…short and sweet, but I think it lacked the conviction of my excellent speech.

Luke's threat was met with amusement, and he was shoved onto the gang plank, until he was standing directly over the pit. Alice watched him with apprehension – it was much harder to be cocky whenLuke was standing right on the edge of a really big hole with a really big monster in the middle. As in, there was a strong possibility of him dying.

He won't though, will he. There isn't even any point in worrying.

This was confirmed a moment later. With a cheeky little salute to Jabba, Luke jumped off the plank, turned one hundred and eighty degrees mid-air, grabbed the edge of the board and somersaulted back through the air and into the skiff.

See? Told myself so.

"Alice!" She snapped back into the present to find her beau shouting at her, "Get down!"

Ah!

Alice turned, fully prepared to drop to the deck, only to find herself face to face with one of the guards, who looked very displeased indeed. She gave a little shriek and shoved him hard. He staggered backwards, struck the side of the ship and toppled, screaming into the pit below.

"Alice," Lando's slightly stunned voice came from behind her, "what was that?"

"That…is what is generally known as improvisation, my friend."

He shook his head, then suddenly yelled, "Get down!"

Alice squeaked as a laser blast struck the side of the skiff directly beside her and threw herself onto the deck.

Well, this is an awkward position to find oneself in…

She crawled across the floor to the edge of the skiff; poking her head over the low wall, she assessed the situation. The second smaller ship that had been carrying more guards was attacking them – the men on board were aiming stubbornly at Luke, throwing him off balance as he struggled with the suddenly present Boba Fett.

Jeez, that man's like a bad penny. He just keeps turning up.

Furthermore, there were two large cannon-type guns on the roof of the sail barge, which weren't manned yet, but probably would be soon.

Alice could hear Han and Chewie somewhere behind her, along with Lando, whose voice sounded strangely distant. She looked down and groaned. Just beneath her, Lando was dangling from a wire over the Deadly Pit of Death, wearing a look of sheer panic. He spotted her and yelled loudly, "Alice! Help!"

"Hold on!" She shouted at him, grabbing the rope and starting to vainly tug at it. Phew, this is hard. "Chewie? Han? A little help here?"

"Boba Fett?" Han shouted randomly, "Where? Where?" Alice glanced over her shoulder to see him standing just behind her, holding a pole and staring blindly in completely the wrong direction.

"Good grief," Alice said, rolling her eyes. "Han! Get over here now!"

He jumped in surprise, spun and somehow managed to smack the aforementioned bounty hunter squarely in the back with his metal stick. This had a rather more spectacular effect than Alice was expecting – the jet pack Fett was wearing ruptured, sparked dramatically, and sent the man flying out of the ship and through the air. Alice followed his progress with her mouth open in vague surprise. He hit the side of the sail barge, fell to the floor and rolled into the pit.

Damn…when I said I didn't think he'd make it to the end of the movie, I didn't picture him going out like that…

"Help!"

"Whoops – don't worry, Lando, we'll get you out! Han!"

"Lando?" The smuggler dropped to his knees beside Alice, "Where is he?"

"Just beneath us – here give me that stick." She wrenched it from his hands, "Lower me over the edge."

"What? Ally, are you crazy?"

"The jury's out. Come on, it'll be fun!"

Looking extremely unhappy about it, Han grabbed one ankle, Chewie grabbed the other, and together they lowered Alice through the gap in the railing and out into space.

Well, she thought, as she dangled precariously above a giant carnivorous plant, it sure beats the monkey bars at the playground.

She extended the pipe to Lando, who was scrabbling furiously at the sand, trying not to slip any further, "Here! Grab this!"

He winced and made a wild grab for the stick – it was just beyond his reach. "A little lower!" Alice called up to Han.

"She is crazy," she heard Han mutter, as they let her slip a little further over the edge. She was stretching out to Lando when suddenly one of the stupid snarfblatt or whatever it was called wrapped one slimy tentacle around his ankle.

Ah, crap.

Lando let out a very girly scream, that in any other situation would have made Alice want to laugh. She looked up at Han and Chewie again and called, "Give me the blaster!"

"What?!"

"Just give it! Lord, why is it so difficult for people to give me deadly weapons all of a sudden?"

Han passed the gun down to her. Alice took a deep breath. Right, now all she had to do was to take a clean shot whilst hanging upside down, swinging back and forth over a pit and being shot at. No problem. She narrowed her eyes, raised the blaster and squeezed the trigger. The first time she missed, and a tiny pocket of sand exploded as the laser burst hit. Whoops.

"Alice!" Lando yelled, clearly terrified.

"Chill," she called back, "I've totally got this."

Alright, come on, Alice. Both eyes open, breathe, and…shoot.

Her laser burst flew cleanly through the air and cut the tentacle in two, allowing Lando to start shimmying his way back up the sandy slope and back into the reach of the pipe.

He grabbed it, and yelled, "I've got it!"

"Alright," Alice said, cheerfully, "pull us up, guys!"

She heard a good deal of grunting from the side of the ship and rolled her eyes as Han and Chewie hefted first her, then Lando back into the skiff.

"Phew," she said, shaking her hair out of her eyes and waiting as all the blood started to drain away from her head and back to other parts of her body, "good one."

Lando, apparently over his fright, ran to the controls of the skiff and brought them around to the sail barge, just in time for Luke and Leia to swing, Tarzan style, into the ship.

"Let's go," Luke said, releasing Leia, who immediately ran to embrace Han, "and don't forget the droids."

"Which droids?"

With everyone happily ignoring Alice, they dipped lower over the sand for a moment, and two large magnets lowered slowly from the base of the skiff. The big black things hovered over the sand, and suddenly, Artoo and Threepio came zooming out of a dune, stuck to the magnets with a dull clunk and were lifted up towards the base of the ship. "Ohh…those droids."

She looked around and saw everyone (apart from Han) staring back towards the sail barge – she followed their gazes and watched as the gun that Luke and Leia had presumably activated proceeded to blow up the barge in a huge, fiery explosion that was really quite satisfying.

"Well," she said, pleased, "all in all, a very good job I thought."


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