Author's Note: i'm...baaaaaaaaaack. xO
i've been working on and off of fanfiction writing for the past couple of weeks. mm. being a student is just...not so fun, you know? what, with this ELECTION (OBAMA) going on and stuff (OBAMA) it's pretty difficult to stay on track with (OBAMA) writing on a daily basis (OBAMA).
xO have i mentioned OBAMA? i'd write more about why i'm so thrilled by this news, but that would be more what livejournal is for. .-. there i go, hangin' upside down again...hangggggin' upside down.
so! here you go with chapter 11 of this pirate-y story of JOY. (boy, doesn't that word make you...i don't know, cringe or something?) hope you enjoy! naughty, naughty...
also: this new layout that FF has is not magically delicious AT ALL. it's like if lucky charms didn't have the LUCKY...and the CHARMS. it's just...milk and cardboard tasting cereal pieces. yep. that would be what this new layout is like now: cardboard tasting cereal pieces. (stupid metaphor...)
Chapter 11: Naughty
Roxas had had quite enough with the bleeding already, thank you very much. Not only that, but he was quite done with the violence and issues regarding trust floating around where ever he went. It seemed impossible to trust someone now, impossible to accept someone for who they were. And it was frustrating. The life of a pirate was frustrating.
As he felt a warm liquid dripping down the front of his neck, Roxas held his breath and stared around him without moving his head. What in the bloody hell was the crew doing? If they weren't turning against the captain like these three, then shouldn't they be helping? What sort of a crew was this?
Roxas was panting by the time Axel cocked his head and stared forward at Xigbar, his look of concern for Roxas fading away from his face in an instant. Roxas nearly called out to that change of expression, but held his tongue thinking that if he did he'd get cut off. Literally. Ouch.
"Mind tellin' me what this is all about?" Axel asked quietly. Even though his voice was near mute and completely composed, both Luxord and Xaldin pressed the tips of the guns deeper into his flesh thinking that, really, Axel was nervous. It was too late for Axel to pretend he was calm; he'd already demanded that Xigbar let Roxas go. That already showed the slightest hint of concern and anxiety in the captain.
Roxas heard Xigbar chuckle beside his right ear and he shut his eyes for a bit to try and ease his mind. So this was what Xigbar meant by knives being the better weapon. More than likely the crew was seeing Roxas' true self under the blade, whereas if he were to be shot dead, he wouldn't have the chance to show his true colors. For Xigbar, using knives must've been a source of pure entertainment...
"You know what this is about," the shooter replied in a gruff voice, giving Roxas a good shake afterward. "We're tired of waitin', Axel."
The redhead scoffed to his feet. "For what? Your answers?"
"Damn right that's what! Been years, sir." Roxas felt Xigbar's head shake side to side and as it did, he took a step backward and dragged Roxas along with him. All the while, Axel watched without blinking, without speaking and without changing his expression. Dammit, did he care or not?
"I don't know what you're plannin' for us all, but you promised that soon as we got this kid...we'd be saved. Hm? Now what's happened? Care t' explain?"
Axel sighed and as he turned his head upward, Luxord's gun moved from his side up to the side of Axel's temple. Still, no one made a single move to stop him. Roxas felt like saying something! Anything! Just mere minutes ago these people were praising Axel like some god. Now, now were they just defeating the purpose of praising? What pretenders!
"Nothin' worth explaining to you, Xigbar," Axel sighed into his hand which he'd cupped over his lips. "'Fraid you just weren't patient enough to find out yourself."
"Shame!" Xigbar yelled, nearly deafening the boy. "Shame. Here we are: your...loyal crew, serving your every whim, calling your name and saving your ass...just to be left in the dark for so, so long. We've been stripped of our will here, mate! That ever leave a burden on you?"
Axel nearly responded but Xigbar, with the tip of the dagger still against Roxas' bleeding neck, interrupted with a loud laugh.
"Hah! Of course not! You're the embodiment of greed, captain! Nothin' for ya t' feel sorry for!"
Roxas was surprised to see Axel nod at that statement. What did he mean by "embodiment of greed"? It seemed that he, too, had questions for Axel. He swallowed and his skin stung terribly as the salty, cold water rushed past his newly cut wound. Xigbar probably felt Roxas cringe at the pain and tightened his arm around the boy's neck for good measure.
"Don't go fainting on me now, boy. You're the only reason the captain lives to see another day. Hm. Without you, where would our dear captain...be?" No one responded to that question, but the answer seemed obvious. Without Roxas, according to Xigbar, Axel would be a useless captain, a useless human being. But...that didn't make sense. How would Xigbar know about this relationship between the two? And even if he did suspect or know about their relationship, did he believe it?
"Marly," Xigbar called over his shoulder. Roxas heard footsteps drawing nearer and guessed them to belong to this 'Marly' character. "You take the wheel. We'll sail 'er out far as we can get 'er before the sun comes up."
"Gladly," the other replied and soon Roxas saw another crew member—one with light pink hair out of all things—brush past him and up the stairs toward the wheel. So now there were four people against the captain...
"Captain goes below deck. He'll be stayin' there till we find a good spot out at sea."
"And Roxas?" Axel had asked nonchalantly. Huh. As if they were checking into an inn, it seemed...
Both Roxas and Xigbar lifted their heads and looked straight at Axel who now had two guns pointing at his head as he stared directly into Roxas' quivering eyes. Xigbar scoffed and lowered the blade until it was resting at Roxas' side. Still, best not to take any chances, so he remained still.
"...He'll be with me."
And so the sail went, out into the thick fog descending upon the sea.
xxXXxx
Roxas couldn't tell the time of day. The fog had thickened and by now he was sure the ship had ventured so deep into it that it was impossible to see clearly. How anyone could steer the ship through this was a mystery to Roxas, but he kept his questions to himself and grew ever-curiouser and curiouser by the second.
Under Xigbar's watchful eye, Roxas couldn't move, barely breathe even. He thought for sure that Xigbar would release him from his hold and, he didn't know...tie him to the mast or something of the sort, but no. For whatever reason, Xigbar remained standing the entire ship ride with Roxas held in one arm and his dagger lowered at his side. In such a fog, these pirates seemed to become calm and oblivious to the outside world. The crew had silenced and all around the deck the members sat—quietly and dejectedly against the canons and crates their captain once stood upon.
Seeing them all separated and unmoving was ghostly and made Roxas' nerves tremble. But he couldn't shake otherwise he'd have another cut to remember this trip by. How wonderful.
Suddenly, out of the silence, Roxas heard a scoff and his eyes looked over to his right. The shooter was staring out at the dark patches of land in the distance; distorted blobs hidden in the fog that seemed to take his interest.
"You didn't think you could hide forever, did you?" Xigbar asked. Roxas just kept to himself, unsure of what was being asked.
"I don't get it," Xigbar mumbled, using the tip of the dagger to scratch his cheek as he said it. "What is it 'bout you that the cap'n likes so much? Never took so much interest in the lot-a us."
"I-I don't know what you're—"
But Roxas couldn't finish that question since Xigbar brought the dagger back to his face. He didn't touch him to instill fear, but rather kept the blade close enough to the untouched, trembling flesh so that Roxas would understand authority.
"Lies, lies, all of it," Xigbar sighed, turning to look out at the horizon again. "Ah! Maybe that's why he likes you, ey? You're both liars! Hah!" Roxas couldn't help but wonder about where he was getting all this information from. Had he been hiding in the walls all this time? Scribbling theories in journals, in pieces of wood? Where had he gotten the time?
With so much confusion running through his mind, shutting his eyes and not speaking were not what Roxas needed. In fact, on top of the pain of loss and mutiny at hand, all Roxas needed to do was speak, but he was being stripped of that privilege. So, more pain and stress were gradually being added. But even if he could speak, who would listen? And even if he could fix what had been done to eliminate his pain—no. No, that wasn't possible.
To fix anything wrong was impossible.
"Ah. I see tears in those eyes, boy."
Roxas blinked and after gasping he immediately looked the other direction to avoid eye contact. But, sure enough, Xigbar wanted to see this pain etched upon his captive's face and used his other hand to grab Roxas' chin and force him to face back. He cackled to himself as one tiny tear dotted one of the boy's eyelashes.
Xigbar had been leaned up against a stack of barrels nearest the captain's quarters so that he could keep a close eye on the door to the brig as well. Something about his behavior was making Roxas think that he just wanted the position of captain for one night. Then again, after one night, what would happen? Surely Xigbar was hoping for a longer term than one night...which meant...
"You worried 'bout your captain, boy?"
Roxas felt the question against his right cheek and try as he might to look away, Xigbar still had his chin cupped, preventing him from ignoring the question. Don't speak, don't speak...
"Don't play stupid with me! I know worry when I sees it!"
"I'm not worried about him!" Roxas retorted, furrowing his brows and raising his voice so much that he could hear it echoing in the distance. Bad move, Roxas. Bad move. With the strange inclination in his voice, the crew members snapped out of their trances and turned their heads toward the captain's quarters. Panting, the boy stared at each of them, studying their faces for any sign of concern.
Would they even bother to help Axel?
Xigbar grunted as Roxas angrily twitched his body with his reply and, smirking to himself, he lowered the dagger and pressed the tip deep into Roxas' right side, earning a muffled yelp in return. Roxas' legs kicked and his fingers clawed into the shooter's arm as the dagger remained stuck in his flesh.
"A-ah..." the boy whined with tightly shut eyes.
At last, Xigbar yanked the dagger out and forcefully tossed Roxas onto the floor for him to bleed like he deserved.
"I'd kill you now if I could," he grunted, crossing his arms as he began to circle the boy's curled up body like a vulture.
The blonde refused to reply and using one hand pressed hard against the open wound to ease the bleeding.
"You know what's wrong with you?" Xigbar spat. "You care too much, mate! You care too much!"
Still, Roxas kept to himself.
"I'd kill you now, I swear—you know I'd kill you now."
"Xigbar!"
Xigbar snapped out of his strange mood and looked over his shoulder to respond to the voice. "Luxord."
As heavy, quickening footsteps drew closer to where Roxas had been lying down, the boy opened his eyes and stared off to the side as he listened to the conversation going on at his back. He couldn't turn around—his wound prevented that. He always knew that without Axel nearby he'd be all too vulnerable...which was, honestly, very depressing. He coughed and tried to ignore the pain and thoughts of Axel by biting his lower lip.
"He's gone."
There was a short pause before Xigbar replied, "Gone?"
"Left the cell, he has. Can't figure out where he's gone to."
Roxas heard Xigbar curse quietly to himself with that news. Obviously they were discussing Axel...and his escape, was it? Wait. Roxas' eyes flashed and his body fell numb with anxiety as he thought about Axel escaping. If what Luxord had said was true, then Axel could be anywhere. Was he still down below in hiding? Or maybe he'd left the ship already and abandoned the crew for his own damn benefit. Either sounded like an Axel thing to do. He had a habit of scaring the wits out of people.
But, then again, Roxas knew the captain all too well. Sort of. Ok, not so much. But he knew Axel well enough to know that he was devoted to this ship. To have it so well taken care of didn't mean he just liked assigning orders, no, it meant he cherished this girl more than his life. Now Roxas just felt horrible that he had to be crumpled up on the floor, unable to do a thing.
Damn.
"We can't lose 'im. Where's Xaldin?"
"Down in the brig. He's looked everywhere." This had to be the first instance in which Roxas heard Luxord's voice so frantic. So maybe the captain was the epitome of fear for this crew aside from being their idol. If Luxord was afraid of not knowing where the captain was, then Roxas knew that Axel had been right—without him, the crew would fall apart.
This captain was surely a maniac then.
"You get down there are search with him!" Xigbar barked and immediately Luxord wandered off again down to the brig as order. "Damn. C'mere, boy."
"W-what?" Roxas stammered as he felt the front of his shirt being tugged on and his body being lifted up from the cold ground. His wound stung as Xigbar literally dragged him over to the captain's door and slammed his body against it with two hands. Roxas cringed and stared down with narrowed eyes at Xigbar's penetrating stare.
"You know where he is. Where is he?"
Roxas was already gasping for air and couldn't respond. That didn't work much to his advantage since Xigbar just shook him when he didn't say anything.
"Don't be pinning these lies on me again, boy!"
"I—I don't—"
"You wanna go see 'im? Hm?"
No response. Cough, cough, wheeze
"Oh, you'll be seein' 'im. After I cut off your air supply, oh, you'll scream! He'll hear you, he'll come out of hiding and then you'll both be killed. You'll go together, hm? How's that sound!?"
The world was falling into black. Roxas could barely pay attention to the death threat. He had to survive. There were too many things to do, too many things to live for still. Sora was alive. He'd heard it, he'd heard it! It had to be true...all of it had to be true. He had to find Sora, find Sora and go back to the way things were. He was tired of these games, tired of this wild, wicked fantasy of pirates coming to life. Pirates were nothing but myth, they had to be. Close your eyes, Roxas. This isn't real...nothing you see here is real.
"Scream," Xigbar whispered as Roxas shut his eyes. He didn't want to look at the dagger stabbing into his heart or wherever the bloody hell Xigbar wanted it to go. With guns, the bullets could travel anywhere, but with daggers the hit was always direct. Apparently, that was the fun of playing with daggers...but, strangely, Roxas didn't feel the pain. But, judging by the scream and the loosening of the grip on his body, Roxas figured that it was Xigbar who was feeling the pain instead.
Confused and panting, he dropped like a dead weight onto the floor and frantically gazed up to see Xigbar hunched over and holding his back in pain.
"Son of—" he grumbled.
"Come on, come on."
"A—" Roxas didn't complete his sentence as he reached out for a familiar hand coming towards him in the fog. He blinked to try and concentrate, but each time he tried to grasp the fingers they just moved the other way. In the end, the hand came to him and at once he was on his feet, being pushed at and commanded to run as best he could.
"GO!" He'd been told, and he tried, he really did, but—
"Roxas, go!"
"Don't sit around there! Go!" Xigbar had more than likely ordered the crew to chase after him, and as soon as he did Roxas only heard a few people stand up around him on deck. The others were probably hesitant to follow orders from a person who wasn't their captain. Knowing that, Roxas ran on until he felt the railing touch his body. He'd reached the backend of the ship now...so what was he expected to do?
"I've got you."
"Axel, where is he? How'd you get out?" he asked, short of breath. Shaking horribly, he stretched a hand out and clung onto what felt like Axel's arm for balance. His body felt wet and he reeked of salt water. Most likely he'd been in the ocean. Try as he might, Roxas couldn't see the captain's face clear enough to ask him directly. "Axel!" he repeated.
At once he felt a hand hold his left shoulder in a protective manner, probably Axel's way of saying he was there without words. Roxas looked up at where he suspected the captain's face to be and shook his head.
"We—"
"Captain!"
"Axel, he—!"
There was a quick sound of metal against metal right beside Roxas' ear that made him stiffen in fear. Unable to move, he kept stuck onto Axel's moving body like a lost child, which, in reality, he sort of was. He couldn't warn the captain quick enough, he couldn't save Axel with his life...all he was was a burden for the captain to carry, wasn't he? What was he thinking? He couldn't save Axel at all...
His thoughts were suddenly cut short as Roxas felt his heel dangling in mid air and he nearly lost his balance. Dammit, they were close to falling overboard, he could feel it. If this little fight between Xigbar and Axel went on—
But just as soon as Roxas thought about falling, the sound of clashing metal ended and soon all he could feel was air rushing right past him on all sides. He couldn't tell where he was falling. Was he falling up? Down? Where was he going with this fall? Live? Would he live? He didn't know, but as soon as he hit the water and began to sink down, down, he heard another crash beside him and figured that if he should die, at least Axel would do the same.
A pirate doesn't ask to be alone...
xxXXxx
"Roxas. Come on. Get up, Roxas. Up."
"Ah..."
"There we go, come on."
As his eyes fluttered open, Roxas groaned and blankly eyed the sky above him like a baby opening its eyes for the first time. The colors before him were deep and mixed together like paints splattered upon a canvas—purple and dark pinks tainted the world above him as the thin layer of fog lingered in between. But he could see the colors at least...and the fog was not longer blinding him.
He was...alive?
Roxas looked away from the sky and turned to the right to see Axel's face staring down at him. He appeared dark because of the shadow of a tree cast down on him and Roxas squinted to try and see him better.
"Sir," he mumbled, surprised how normal that word felt now on his tongue. Axel didn't respond right away and loosely took Roxas' right hand in his.
"Can you sit up?"
Roxas hesitated for a moment but slowly and surely sat upright as the memory of the incident on the ship came back to him. Right...this pain on his side, this stinging on his neck...
He held his head with his free hand and began to go over the happenings in silence.
"...Roxas."
"Where are we?" he asked, abruptly turning his head toward the captain. "Where...are we?" he asked in a calmer voice than before. Axel's eyes shut and when he opened them again, the response came back as:
"I don't know."
Roxas' body shook hearing that as if it were some strange mantra slipping off the captain's tongue. That...didn't sound right. Axel didn't know? How couldn't he know? He looked past Axel and spotted palm trees and mossy rocks behind him. He turned to the left and saw that the waves were inches away from touching him and the footprints that Axel had left to travel up shore were slowly being washed away. He looked back to the captain and saw that he was panting.
"...Where's the ship?"
At that, Axel released Roxas' hand and propped his head in his hand as he stared out at the purple horizon with unblinking eyes. "I don't know," he replied with a sigh.
"Y-you didn't see them? The crew?"
Axel shook his head and used his free hand to doodle nonsense in the packed sand. "Not at all."
"I—"
"They're all gone, Roxas," Axel interrupted to which the blonde twitched. "The ship and the crew are gone. Can't figure where...but they're somewhere if that helps at all." He ran a finger right through the doodles in the sand and chuckled once. "No. I suppose it doesn't help at all, does it?"
"Sir..." Roxas watched Axel's long fingers draw in the sand random shapes and curves lines. What was going through his head, he wondered. Sometimes he really just wanted to know...again, he wanted to know something that only Axel could answer. He'd been held in the dark for so long about one too many things. And now, abandoned and bleeding on this...island, he supposed, he had the chance to ask.
But before that, he straightened himself up the best he could and stared around him for something to use as a bandage of a sort. When he came up empty, Roxas turned to his sleeves and, sighing, tugged hard on the right one until he heard a ripping noise as the seam tore apart. This caught the redhead's attention and made him stop doodling in the sand.
"Hm?" he asked, watching Roxas rip the sleeve clean off of his arm. Curious, he leaned in closer and as he did, the bit of bright orange in the morning sky hit his face and revealed to Roxas a bright red, bleeding cut on his right cheek.
He stopped working on the sleeve to stare at Axel. "You're cut."
The redhead blinked and impassively brought two fingers to the wound and traced it lightly with the tips. He stared at the blood on his hand afterward and rubbed his fingers together in thought.
"Strange...didn't feel that one. Felt this one, though." To Roxas' shock, Axel lifted his right wrist and showed the boy a gaping wound that left him wondering how the captain had managed to move his hand at all. Roxas reacted immediately and took the sleeve he'd been working on to work on Axel's wound instead. The redhead moved back, surprised, and smirked down at the boy.
"Your own sleeve, hm?"
Roxas, using his teeth to rip the fabric into long strips, ignored Axel and went on working. With each strip done, he placed them tightly around the captain's wrist to stop the blood flow until at last the entire wound was covered. Axel examined the work curiously, touching the fabric with his other hand as if it were a prized possession. He looked back at Roxas in awe and was confused to see the blonde ripping his other sleeve.
"The other one too?" he asked, raising his voice.
"Yes," Roxas replied stubbornly and yanked the sleeve off just as he'd done with the first. "Didn't you ever learn about patching wounds? You command a crew, don't you?"
Axel scoffed at that. "Hm. Used to. Had a crew once, you know." He'd said it as if he'd just met Roxas and was telling him a nice story. Something was seriously wrong with Axel's mood. Was he happy about this happening? Frustrated, Roxas ripped another strip out of his sleeve and once he turned around, the redhead had reached out his hand so that he could tilt the boy's head up and examine the cut on his neck.
"This one's not too bad," he said surely. Roxas shook his hand away and, after rolling his eyes, grabbed the bottom of his shirt and lifted the fabric away so that he could see the stab wound above his hip. He winced and hissed through his teeth as his muscles stretched around the wound. Axel's eyes widened when he saw the injury.
"When'd you get that one?" he asked as if inquiring about a tattoo or something of the sort.
"I talked back to Xigbar," he replied. "Didn't like that, so he stabbed me."
"Did he now? Ah, that one sleeve won't cut it, Roxas."
Roxas paused and stared at Axel like he was a madman. "What?"
Axel cupped his chin and after a little moment of thought, reached out and held Roxas' shirt up. Roxas twitched and felt his face heating up slightly from being touched.
"You'll need the entire shirt. We'll have to wrap it up 'round the torso, hm? Here, lift up your arms, come on."
"Axel, but—"
"Shh!" The redhead looked Roxas right in the eye and shook his head. "You give me a shot at fixing something, mate. Think I can't patch up a little wound like this one?"
No. Not really, no. But, as doubtful as he was, Roxas raised his arms and off came the shirt as Axel wanted. With it off, the cold air hit his skin and caused goosebumps to trail his body. He twitched and as he shivered Axel got to work with tearing the shirt into wider pieces for the boy. Hm. What was he going to do with this Roxas character of his? Not only did he not know what the boy wanted, but he also didn't know what would become of Roxas in the future.
Minutes, possibly an hour passed until finally Axel tied off the bandage around Roxas' lower torso with a conceited smirk on his face. "More than just a pretty face, ey, Roxas?"
The blonde shook his head and for a while the two were sitting in absolute silence...but—
"So you are," he said with a low voice. One of Axel's eyebrows rose at that statement.
"By that you mean...?"
From there Roxas' bright eyes turned from his lap to Axel's face with a look mixed with anger and hurt. Seeing the boy that way caused Axel's insides to turn...and he knew that he shouldn't play coy. Roxas was the first person to infuse that feeling inside the redhead...
Roxas' lips parted and quietly he replied, "If you're more than I know," he began, "then I want you to tell me what exactly that would be."
Axel stayed silent, touching the makeshift bandage on his wrist as he listened.
"Tell me. Who are you?"
"And...by that you mean...?"
"Don't mess around like that, Axel," Roxas complained, turning his body around so that he was directly facing Axel. The redhead leaned back on both arms while staring at the boy sitting before him in wonder. Should he answer that honestly? Should he answer it the witty way and say that he was just a pirate? Or should he perhaps answer with a lie? Either way, Axel knew that Roxas would react negatively, which was difficult to grasp.
Then again, Roxas' reaction would be oh so interesting, wouldn't it? Tempted to see it, Axel licked his lower lip in thought before smiling in spite of himself.
"Mm...I wonder."
Roxas sat quietly. He wasn't going to speak. He just wanted to listen. That's all. Drop the authority. He and Axel were on the same ground here—neither was higher up in ranks than the other. Axel may be the captain, but at the moment Roxas believed that they should treat each other as equals.
Minutes later, Axel shut his eyes and seemed to recall something he hadn't thought about in a long time. "...Would you believe me if I told you that I was just like you, Roxas?"
The blonde cocked his head skeptically.
"Only...I may have been a little more...on edge than you. See, I was always looking for a good time, Roxas. The town I lived in, hm, it was like a maze, it was. Every twist and turn had an adventure just waitin' for me and even if I came to a dead end there was still fun to be had." As he talked, Axel's fingers tapped the sand. His eyes were still closed in thought and, for once, Roxas saw a sincere smile on the captain's face.
"Grew up without a mother, you know. She'd been shot." The redhead, using two fingers, pointed to his left temple and pulled the invisible trigger with his thumb. "Right in the head. Hm. Now, the old man, on the other hand—he'd drowned not to long after her death. So, naturally," he paused to open his eyes and lean forward again before saying:
"I was a naughty boy..."
xO WHAT? AXEL. CONTINUE? CONTINUE?? HELLO?
...damn. i really wanted to post the rest of his epic tale of the briney deep, but i felt that i had to stop this chapter at some point. if i continued, it would take up an extra 10 pages, no doubt. Dx noes. if this chapter felt a tad short to you, trust me. it felt strange to me, too...i'm trying! IT'S A WORK IN PROGRESS, DAMMIT.
well, let me end by saying thank you to all of you who have given your words of comfort in your reviews to my last update. -less than 3- i feel better now, but it's just the memories that hurt now, if that makes sense. i'm...in the healing process, but eventually i, and the rest of my friends will be able to overcome this life hurdle. so please bear with me! xO don't think that i'm abandoning! (ugh, such BLASPHEMY.)
i've just decided that i'm going to take it easy. elections are over, tensions are lessening and i have cinnamon pumpkin bread. ah. the taste of fall...and yet daylight savings time has to go and SHIT ALL OVER THAT. MMM.
as for where axel and roxas are: ...hint, it's surrounded by WATER. -shot-
S.U.S.P.E.N.S.E: my anti drug xD,
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