Chapter 8

Fireflies

You would not believe your eyes
If ten million fireflies
Lit up the world as I fell asleep

'Cause they'd fill the open air
And leave teardrops everywhere
You'd think me rude
But I would just stand and stare

I'd like to make myself believe
That planet Earth turns slowly
It's hard to say that I'd rather stay
Awake when I'm asleep
'Cause everything is never as it seems

'Cause I'd get a thousand hugs
From ten thousand lightning bugs
As they tried to teach me how to dance

Fireflies- Owl City

I wasn't really sure where I was when I opened my eyes again. What's wet and green all over? Oh, right. The forest. Couldn't my dreams at least take me somewhere fun and interesting?

I sighed and waited for whatever it was that was going to jump out and scare me.

Cynical, even in your dreams. I rolled my eyes, but when I refocused my eyes there was someone standing next to me. Not just anybody either- it was me. It wasn't really me, though. This person looked like she belonged in a fairytale book. Her blonde hair was slicked back into a ponytail with sliver sparkles. Her outfit was little more than sliver leaves sewn together. It was just enough to cover everything up. It was interesting...as a Halloween costume.

"What the hell are you," I asked the fairy-looking clone of me. She looked herself over.

"I'm not sure," She answered. "It's your dream, you obviously picked this out for me," I opened my mouth to retort but was cut off by a ear bleeding roar and suddenly a large, dark sliver wolf jumped out of the forest and right in front of me.

"Paul," we both said at the same time. I shot her a look and she shrugged. Paul merely looked confused,his eyes darting back and forth between fairy-clone and me.

"Cate," suddenly came from Paul's mouth. Huh? I thought they couldn't talk, yet here was Paul's voice coming out of his snout. "Cate," He said again. I felt the dream slipping away from me. "Cate," I rolled over and realized I was in my bed.

"Cate," Now Paul was whining. I reached for my blanket and pulled it over my head. It was easily pulled from my grasp and ripped off me. Holy hell, it was cold!

I let out a moan. "Give me m' blankets,"

"No," Paul retorted. "It's time to get up,"

"Give me the blankets and I will," I curled into a ball, trying to get warm.

"No dice," He teased. I opened my eyes and shot him a dirty look. Paul was sitting on the edge of my bed in cut-offs and a gray t-shirt. He had my blankets over his legs and wrapped in his arms. They must be toasty now.

I sat up and rubbed my eyes, happy that the light that was coming in through my curtains was muted by the never-ending overcast.

"Alright, I'm awake," I yawned. "What time is it," I snagged my phone off my nightstand and flipped it open. I swore my eye twitched.

I slowly lifted my gaze to glare at Paul. "What. The. Fuck. It is only nine. Why did you wake me up?!" My voice started off quiet and deadly, ending loud and, well, deadly.

Paul flinched and held up his hands, surrendering. "Calm down, I was just doing what I was told,"

More eye twitching. "Who told you to wake me up, then," My hands were clenched into fists. Paul closed his mouth, his lips a thin line. "Tell me," I ordered.

He sighed. "Sue,"

"Good boy," I jumped off my bed and pounded my way across the hall, down the stairs, and into the kitchen. Sue was standing at the counter, putting something onto a plate.

"Why-" I started to yell when suddenly a plate of warm, chocolate Pop Tarts were placed in front of my face. I inhaled and was in heaven. Sue handed me the plate.

"We're going out today, that's why I had Paul wake you up. You haven't gone anywhere but school and home," She went to the stove and flipped the bacon. "Go and get ready,"

"Thanks Sue," I said in my chocolate Pop Tart heaven. I practically danced back to my room, shutting my door behind me. Paul was still sitting on my bed with a rather stunned look on his face. I started going through my closet, looking for an outfit as I munched on my Pop Tarts.

"Really," I heard Paul ask from behind me.

"What?" I asked around the food in my mouth.

"That's all it takes," I turned around to face him. He was standing in front of me now, holding up my half eaten breakfast. "A couple of chocolate food pastries and you're that happy?"

I nodded as I pulled out my outfit of choice. "Perfect," I murmured. "Okay, turn around Paul,"

"Wh-at-t?!" He stuttered out. His dark skin was a bit darker on his cheeks. Was he blushing? Oh my, he was. I stifled a giggle.

"Dude, just turn around. It will take me like a second to get into my outfit," He continued to stand there, his mouth slightly agape. Rolling my eyes, I sighed and turned him around myself. I quickly stripped off my pajamas and slipped on a bra, and my clothes.

"Done," I said as I walked around Paul and to my mirror. I confirmed that the outfit looked good together. The turquoise tank looked bright underneath the purple cardigan and the black pants created a great neutral. I decided that a kelly green purse along with red flats would make it look perfect. I grabbed those from my closet and then went to my dresser to decided on jewelry. I, of course, put on my grandmother's ring along with a teal ring with diamond flowers. My necklace was a gold leaf with a chrysophase stone along with a chrysophase ring. My father had picked both of them up when he was on business in the land down under.

I skipped off to the bathroom to do my business. I washed my hands and brushed my teeth,I went back to my room to do my make-up. I applied a tinted moisturizer along with some concealer under my eyes. I put on my eyeshadow, a pretty brown that blended into purple and then some kohl eyeliner, finishing off my eyes with mascara.

My hair was wavy so I applied some anti-frizz and left it alone. I painted my nails a dark purple color and put a quick drying top coat on.

I took a look in the mirror and decided that I was finished.

"Okay, I'm good," I announced to Paul who had gotten over his shock and was lounging on my bed, his feet hanging off the edge. He opened an eye and looked me over.

"Nice," He commented with a smile. For some reason that made me blush. I thanked him and grabbed my coat along with my purse, throwing some items into it. The entire time I had been getting ready, Paul was quiet. I think he might have been sleeping a bit, but I wanted some conversation with him.

"Um, so do you know who is all going?" That seemed like a good enough question.

Paul got off my bed, stretched and then opened my door a tad. "Sue," He explained and I chuckled. He looked thoughtful a moment. "It's a girls day, so Leah, Emily, Kim...and I think that's it. Sometimes Sue goes,"

"Oh," A whole day with Leah. Great. The slut was scamming on my brother.

Wait, bad thoughts, bad thoughts. I should try and be nicer to the person my brother loves. Ew. It left a bad taste in my mouth. Dammit. I didn't even make it two seconds.

"Don't worry," Paul had sat back down on my bed. He pulled me against him, our eyes almost level. He wrapped his arms around my waist as I placed mine around his neck. "She has to be nice to you now," He smiled his goofy Paul smile. "You're family twice over," He chuckled.

"Oh my god," His words triggered something. Leah was my third cousin. She was Lucas' third cousin. Isn't that wrong?

"What,"

"Leah is our third cousin," I groaned, letting my head fall forward, landing on Paul's shoulder. "There has to be some type of law against that,"

"Only second cousins is outlawed I believe. So Leah and Luke are in the clear. Plus, it's not like people will think twice here. Those who know of imprinting, won't question it." Paul rattled on, trying to reassure me. I lifted my head off his hot shoulder.

"It's still weird," I wrinkled my nose and Paul laughed. I smiled and took in the sight of Paul with his head thrown back and his eyes closed in happiness. It warmed my heart to see him like that. Too often, his face look years older than his sixteen years. It was nice to see the strain and worry gone.

He bought his head back up and our faces were closer than before. We both smiled as we leaned towards each other, excited for what was coming. The heat was suddenly increased. I could feel the electricity around me and the world seemed to get brighter. We were back in our bubble of heat and light and I could only imagine what it would be like once our lips actually met.

"Oh Caaaaaaaaattttttttteeeee," I heard a sing-song voice call out from downstairs, jerking me and Paul out of bubble. "Time to go,"

I groaned. "Damn them all to the darkest pits of hell," The lights flickered as I tried to push my anger and disappointment back. My eyes clenched shut as I try to dispell the emotion. Once the lights stopped flickering, my eyes fluttered open and I let out a sigh. "At least I didn't break them this time," I muttered.

Paul laughed again. "Don't worry, Princess," He winked at me and I threw a smirk at him. "I owe you two now," He stood up and took my hand. I grabbed my coat and purse and let him tow me to the foyer where Leah, Emily and Kim were waiting. I ignored their pointed stares.

"Ready to go," Emily asked. I nodded and noted that it was her voice that had called me. One word: payback.

"I'll see you later," Paul said to me with a knowing smile.

"Sure," I gave his hand a squeeze and then made my way to the door with the other girls following me. Outside there was a older four door sedan that we piled into with Emily and myself in the front with Leah and Kim in the back.

Emily turned the radio to a station that played the Top 40 and started the drive to Port Angeles.

"So Cate," Emily started. "How's school?" We drove past the welcome sign to La Push and I felt my spirits lift.

"Pretty good. Language is still kind of kicking my ass," I laughed a little. "I don't know what I would do if I didn't have Paul tutoring me," Emily gave me her half smile.

"That's good," She looked in her mirror at Leah and Kim. "What about you guys,"

"I'm going to graduate a year early," Kim's quiet voice was barely audible over the music. We all told her congratulations.

"That's amazing, Kim," Emily told her. "Okay guys, today is extra special then. We are going to celebrate Kim's brilliance!"

"Thanks girls," I turned around to smile at Kim and saw that her cheeks were darker than the rest of her face with a blush.

The rest of the drive was full of us singing along to the radio, talking about girl stuff and Leah, staying in her corner of the car, not talking. A couple of times I saw Emily glance into her mirror and open her mouth to say something to her, but stopped herself. At times her face would look conflicted and at other times it would look relieved. I could only imagine how damaged their relationship was, if they even had one anymore.

Soon enough, Emily was parking the car and we were scouring the couple of department stores that were contained in Port Angeles.

Shopping in PA was exactly what I was expecting, but I didn't let that ruin the first girl time I had had since I had moved to La Push. All of my major shopping would have to be done on the computer, just like I had been doing for the past two months.

There was a decent coffee shop that looked at me like I was crazy when I asked for a double shot of espresso in my latte.

Instead of focusing on finding clothes, which I knew I wouldn't, I made it my goal to get Leah to warm up to me. If her relationship with my brother was going to be anything like my relationship with Paul, I should expect her to be my sister-in-law one day.

So you want to marry Paul even though you won't admit to him that you love him. Nice.

Shut up. If I wanted your opinion I would ask for it.

Whatever. You'll admit it soon enough.

I rolled my eyes and continued into the next store with the girls. As I was holding open the door for them, I noticed a paper that was being blown down the sidewalk. It landed at my feet and I picked it up. The paper was pink with dirty streaks across it from people's shoes. I started reading and I could feel my heart stop and then start again, pounding rapidly.

"No way," I whispered. I rushed into the store and caught up with Emily. I held the paper out to her and she scanned it.

"I can't believe I forgot about this," Emily said, staring at the paper.

"What do you know about it?" I asked her. I had found my hope. The paper was advertising a dance school in Forks called Michelle's School of Dance. I couldn't believe I just let myself assume that there wasn't a dance school in that small town. I had wasted two months of valuable time.

Emily looked through the clothes as she talked. "It's been around for awhile I guess. They put on a couple of musicals a year,"

"I have to go there," I studied the paper again. My heart was soaring. I would get the chance to dance in a class again. Nothing could ruin the wonderful mood that had befallen me. I was so happy the rest of the day, even the sappy romantic movie they picked to see after dinner at an Italian restaurant, couldn't bring me down.

When they dropped Leah and I back off at the red house, I was hoping Paul was there so I could tell him the good news. He wasn't though and neither was my brother, so I was left to my own devices. I went straight to my room, after grabbing some cookies, to research the dance school. I couldn't find much, but I did get the address and phone number. Calling would be the first thing I would do tomorrow.

I saved the number to my contacts under "Dance School", right below it was my dad. I sighed. I promised Lucas I would call and it had been two months since I had left New York. I wasn't really angry anymore. I should talk to my dad, I just didn't want to cry. I was in such a good mood.

Talking to him would put you in a better mood.

I hit the green call button and listened as it rang. After two rings I heard my dad's voice answer.

"Cate," His voice was hopeful.

I swallowed back my tears. "Hi Daddy. How are you,"

"I'm good sweetheart," I could hear his relief. "What about you? Sue had been calling me, letting me know how you were doing in school, but how are you really doing,"

"At first, I was miserable," I got up from my desk and went and sat on my bed. "I hated every moment I was stuck in this rainy hell hole,"

"Language Catherine,"

I rolled my eyes. "Anyways, I made some friends and it got a little bit better. I just found out today that there is a dance school in Forks, so that just makes me super happy,"

"That's wonderful. I'm happy for you. I'm sorry that you had to leave so much behind here, but I'm not sorry for sending you," That was my dad- honest but kind.

"I know and I understand now why. Lucas is here and he told me about Mom," I took a deep breath to settle my anger and to stop the flickering of my bedroom light.

My dad sighed. "Don't worry about that. She's my problem. I'll deal with her,"

"Alright," There was nothing I could do about it anyways from Washington. "So how has everything been, besides the she-devil?"

My dad laughed. "Good, good. I went to Ireland two weeks ago and found you another ring,"

"Really?" I was excited. I hadn't gotten any new rings in quite some time from my dad. He had been too busy in his office to leave.

"It should be there in a few days," He told me. I laid back on my bed.

"What does it look like," I couldn't help but ask. My dad paused for a moment.

"It's a sliver band and it has a large amethyst stone in it with some celtic engraving on the sides,"

"It sounds pretty," I didn't have a ring from Ireland.

"It was really odd how I came across it. I was walking through the town since the car I had taken, had broken down and was getting repaired. Anyways, I came across this little old woman selling jewelry. She didn't have two of anything. I was going to get you one of those Claddagh rings, but the woman stopped me. She looked into my eyes and handed me the ring I ended up getting for you. She told me that the power was just on the horizon and that the leader would need the ring in order to win." He laughed and my stomach dropped for some reason. "Crazy little old lady. She wouldn't even let me pay for it but I bought the other ring too. I didn't want to just not pay her. So you're getting two rings,"

My stomach rolled but I managed to get out. "Thanks Dad. I'm sure I'll love 'em. I have to go. I went out with the girls and I'm tired,"

"Alright sweetie. Tell your brother I said hi and that I love him,"

"I will," Suddenly a thought hit me. "Hey Dad, why don't you fly out and spend the weekend with us."

"I wish I could. I got a lot of work to do here," That was he's usual excuse, but his excuse was genuine. Unfortunately for my dad, I wasn't taking no as an answer.

"You work all the time. The office will survive without you for a couple of days. Tomorrow is Thanksgiving and you should spend it with Luke and me,"

"Cate-"

"Please, Daddy. Please!" I pulled the pleading voice card. Using 'Daddy' never hurt either.

He sighed. "I'll be there,"

"I can't wait to see you! Love you, Daddy!" I squealed.

"Love you too, sweetie," I hung up my phone and fell back onto my bed. This day just kept on getting better and better; first, I found a dance school and then I made up with my dad. I finally noticed the lights in my room getting brighter.

"Oh no," I groaned as I tried to control my emotions. I closed my eyes and took deep breaths, chanting the mantra I had come up with, "You're calm. You're at peace," I felt something swell up inside me. I couldn't described the feeling but it was almost as good as the feeling I got before I almost kiss Paul. I opened my eyes, holding on to the feeling. I looked at the lamp that was on my desk. I let the feeling swell towards it; the light was intensified and brighter. I pulled the feeling back towards me and the light dimmed.

"Holy shit," I whispered. I tried it again, this time sending the feeling towards my bedroom light. Once again the light got brighter and as I took it away it dimmed.

I could feel my breathing get heavier, my palms get cold and clammy, my heart pounding out of my chest.

No. No. What I was doing wasn't humanly possible. I couldn't do things like that. I didn't have that type of control. That's the kind of stuff that books are made of. My life was definitely not a book. More like a soap opera than anything else.

I tried to even out my breathing, trying being the operative word. I couldn't breath; I needed oxygen but I was struggling. I could see the edges of my world starting to turn black.

I had to hold on, but I had nothing to hold on to. I felt myself starting to slip, slip far away. I could feel myself sway and then I was on the cold, wood floor. How did I get there? Where was I?

Everything felt fuzzy, dim, and I couldn't hold on anymore. I let go and the world slipped away from me.

It felt like mere seconds as my world began to shake. My eyes flew open and I found myself in a forest, but it wasn't the Washington forest I knew. No, this forest was brighter, so bright it sparkled even though it was night time. Suddenly the sparkles started moving towards me. I was scared at first, but then I realized that they were just fireflies. They started a dance around me and before I knew it they were wrapping me up in a tight cocoon of light. I couldn't help but laugh. It was amazing.

I danced through the warm forest, a torch lighting up the world. It was so beautiful and wonderful; this was how a forest should be.

The forest suddenly opened up to a clearing. In the clearing there was a large tent made up of colorful fabric. The sides were all open, the fabric blowing in the breeze. As I got closer to the technicolor tent, I noticed dozens of ornate pillows made up the floor and the furniture. They ranged in all colors, from crimson to indigo. Sitting amongst the pillows, was a man- a very beautiful man. I stopped in my tracks, unsure if I should continue.

"Come, Catherine," His voice was rougher than I would have thought, coming from such a pretty face. "You need not to be afraid,"

Still unsure, I continued my trek to the tent. The fireflies pulled away from me, but stayed close, continuing their dance around the tent.

The man was even more beautiful up close. He had blond hair that shined brighter than gold with emerald-like eyes. His body was clad in earthy colored clothes; they were modern, but there was something about them that made them seem old.

"Please, sit," He gestured to a spot across from him. I sat, facing him. He kept his eyes on me with a slight smile. I coughed after several moments to break the silence.

"So, who are you," I asked. I grabbed a pillow, putting it over my lap.

His smile widened. "To the mortals I am often referred to as Oberon," My eyes flashed to his.

"You mean like from A Midsummer Night's Dream,"

He chuckled. "Yes,"

"He was the king of the fairies," I commented. We were currently studying the play in English, that was the only reason I knew.

"So he was, but most call me Kelan," Kelan leaned back on to his hands. "I bet you're wondering what you're doing here,"

He hit the nail on the head. "No, I'm use to waking up in strange forests, sitting in tents with strange men. Pfft," I let out a quick burst of air, waving my hand in front of me. "Happens all the time,"

Kelan threw his head back and laughed. "You're still as snarky as ever,"

That confused me. "Have we met before," This seemed to sober him up.

"Once," He pondered. "In another life," He looked off into the distance, his mind seeming even further away. After several minutes he looked back at me and smiled.

"So," I started. "What am I doing here?"

"You tapped into your power fully. Once that happened, it set off a chain of events, you coming here, being one,"

So he knew about my power. Good. Maybe he could explain it to me.

"Why am I like this," I looked down at my small hands. "Why do I have this power," My eyes flashed up to his. I wanted him to see the anguish I had.

"You are like this because you are a faery,"

. . .

"Excuse me," I asked him. This guy must be trippin'. There was no way I was a faery. They don't even exist.

He leaned forward, placing his elbows on his thighs. "You are a faery, well, half a faery since your father is a human,"

My head was spinning. "Wait, that means my mother is a faery,"

He sighed. "Yes, she is."

"Does she know," I squealed. My mom was a freaking faery and didn't even tell me? What the fuck!

"She does, but she, as of late, has fallen out of good graces with the faeries," He said, his voice tight.

"Oh," I paused. I was a faery. My mother was a faery. I had powers, my mother had powers, too. "So grandparents then, what were they,"

"Faeries, high ranking ones at that," He looked at me. "They were what you would call the prince and princess of faeries,"

"Oh em gee," I leaned back on my hands. "This is so weird,"

"And yet you are so accepting of it," He tilted his head to the side. Kelan was probably expecting me to freak out. Too bad I had experiences with mythical beings.

"Well, I know a bunch of werewolves and I know that vampires exist so, it's pretty easy to believe that faeries exist too."

Kelan looked at me in shock. "You are familiar with these creatures,"

"Yes, my brother and my boyfriend are both werewolves," I shrugged like it was no big deal. If I had been talking to someone other than the king of faeries, I might have worried that they were going to throw me in the loony bin.

"Interesting," He said slowly, thinking. His eyes flashed to mine and he smiled. "How about I teach you how to control your power and tap into your other ones,"

"I have more than one?" I questioned, a bit alarmed. I could do more than just control electricity? Great. More for me to worry about destroying.

"Most faeries only have one, if that, but you are much stronger than most," He stood up, taller than I thought he was. He held out a hand to me.

"Wait a second," I held up my hands, motioning him to stop. "Why do I have more powers? I mean, I'm only half a faery,"

He sighed and sat back down. "You are so inquisitive," He leaned back against the pillows. "You are not just a faery. You are the one who is to save us all, to protect us and then to rule the fey as their queen,"

My mouth dropped open and I'm pretty sure a fly flew in. "Me, a-a queen?" I blinked a few times and then looked at Kelan. He looked hopeful. "No. Fucking. Way." I stood up in a flash and zoomed back towards the forest. But, before I could even make it ten feet, Kelan was gripping my arm and turning me towards him.

"Let go of me," I struggled against him, beating against his chest, but he was strong. Dammit.

"No, Catherine," I stopped and looked up at him. His eyes blazed down into mine. "You are our only hope,"

"Get someone else," I hissed through gritted teeth. Kelan shook me a bit.

" There is no one else. Don't you see? Don't you understand? You are the only magical being who processes the control over all elements. Even I only have control over two, and I'm the king. You are the most powerful being in the world. No one can defeat you," His voice was loud and rang into my ears. Geez, this guy was serious...and he was starting to cut circulation off to my hands.

"Can you let go," I asked in a whisper. He released my arms and I rubbed my wrist. He had his back to turned to me and looked like he was face-palming.

"I'm sorry for treating you like so," He apologized. "I just don't want to see the people I have ruled for so long, suffer."

"What do I have to protect them from," I asked him, my hands in tight balls at my sides. He turned to face me.

"They have no name, but the people call them the Darkness. They want to take over the fey and use them for their twisted purposes. They are cruel and demented," He stopped then, his voice furious and defeated all at the same time.

I sighed. Great, just great. Could my life get anymore complicated? First, I get a boyfriend who just happens to be a giant dog. Then, my brother turns out to also be a dog and then I develop freaky powers. Finally, I have to save the faeries from a bunch of raging lunatics called the Darkness. Yeah. Life is just wonderful for me.

"I'm fifteen, I can't save an entire race from being destroyed by a bunch of crazies." Kelan just stared at me. "What?" I asked when he didn't say anything.

"If only you knew of the things you did, so long ago," He breathed, still staring at me. "You were a great ruler. The people adored you," He took a few steps towards me until he was nearly flush against me. "As did I," He raised his hand and rested it on my cheek. His eyes peered into mine and suddenly my mind was full of pictures, images, all flashing through my mind at an impossible speed.

Suddenly they stopped and I opened my eyes. Kelan was still looking at me. I felt my face flush recalling the images I had of him.

"What was that," I breathed, my voice strained with disbelief.

"Your past life, the one you lived thousands of years ago. You were magnificent. Beautiful, graceful, loving, kind, all over wonderful. Everyone loved you and you loved them, so much so, that you performed the spell that would allow you to become a free spirit so that you could one day, be born again in the future. You had many discussions with me about it. I would take over as king and then when you were born again, I would teach you everything and I would show you your memories,"

"And I did it because, I wanted to make sure that I would be here when the Darkness came," I stepped away from Kelan then. Between the memories of the things we had done together and his closeness, it was too much.

I had loved this man, with every fiber of my being, I had wanted him. I had him in every way possible. It was hard to dispell the images of him pounding into me, while I moaned and writhed against him. I felt myself shudder, but not with pleasure, with disgust. I loved Paul now.

Finally, she admits it.

I ignored my inner. Yes. I loved Paul. He was the one I wanted. The memories were like a movie that I had watched. I knew every line, I knew the characters, but there wasn't that a connection to any of it.

"Are you, Aislin, Queen of the Fey, ready to take your rightful place at the throne and defend your people," Kelan asked in the most official tone anyone could muster.

Was I ready? Could I do this?

I turned and faced him, holding my head high. "Yes,"

Kelan smiled. "Let's get started then,"

AN: Hi guys! So I finally updated. I'm sorry it took me so long. School is so hectic. Anyways. I hope you guys liked this. The song was a totally inspiration for the second half of the chapter. It's my new favorite song and my new theme song for myself. My friends even told me that every time they hear that song, they think of me. Lol.

So the most important question: WHAT DID YOU THINK?? Let me know, please. I need to know that you guys like the direction I am going in. Did you expect that little twist? I been wanting to reveal what Cate really was. I developed this plan back in the spring while I was discussing this story with my TOBF (Twilight Obsessed Best Friend). I've really been thinking about it and plotting. *Insert evil laugh*

So as you can see now, this story is really about Cate and her powers. The wolves are really just a side note and my special group from which I sometimes need drama. Plus, Paul and Cate together just makes me squeal. Lol.

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