A Chance At Happiness
Chapter Three
"Sharpay, I've already told you. He's got a girlfriend. He's not interested."
"You didn't tell him that I like him, did you?" Sharpay frantically asked.
"Well, no because you made it very clear not to do that. But, the answer is still the same whether he knew you liked him or not."
"I don't like him, Troy. I just...I think he's cute, that's all." Sharpay replied. To make her seem disinterested, Sharpay quickly grabbed her nail file from her pink (Gucci, no doubt) handbag. "Bolton, if you tell him that I like him, which I don't, then I will make sure your balls are ripped off." Troy rolled his eyes as he was under a car, inspecting any damage. "I'll know if you've told him. He might be your best friend but I'm your cousin. You have to be loyal to me."
"Sharpay, I haven't told him."
"Good because, as I've said before, I do not like him."
"I know." Troy replied; however, he knew that Sharpay did like Chad Danforth no matter how hard she denied it. "You'll probably find someone else "cute" tomorrow. You change your mind as quickly as a rabbit can run. If I remember correctly, there was a time when you wanted to marry me." He smirked knowing that it aggravated Sharpay to remind her of her little crush.
"I was three-years old, Troy." Her eyes blazing. "I didn't know what a crush was, I just knew that you protected me from the bullies at the park when I was younger and I thought that was all marriage was about, okay!" She exclaimed making Troy chuckle. "Besides, I only wanted to marry you for a day. Hardly what I call a crush. Off the subject, where is Heather?" Sharpay quickly asked as she didn't wanted to carry on with this embarrassing subject matter.
"You know my sister, she's always late." Troy replied. "Probably fixing her hair or make-up or something ridiculous like that."
"Troy Bolton, are you bitching about me?" Heather voiced while she walked into the mechanics shop without a hair out of place. Troy slid out from under the car on the creeper with a cheeky smile. "Oh brother, you are a funny one, aren't you?" Heather sarcastically added in a drawl. "So, how is my baby doing?" Heather asked and gestured towards the white Ranger Rover.
"It's good. Nothing is damaged or dented. The brakes still work like brand new. It's definitely passed the safety check like it always does. I don't know why Dad insists on making me check every month." Troy said, wiping the oil off of his hands with a dirty cloth. "I don't even know why Dad got you a Range Rover for your first car."
"Because he loves me and I wanted it."
"You are too spoilt for your own good, sometimes." Troy teased and Heather shoved him forcefully. Troy only slightly stumbled to his side and laughed at her response. "Where's Kels?" He asked. "This morning, she said she was coming with us." Sharpay shrugged while she continued texting on her mobile. Heather chose a different answer; a loud, obnoxious scoff.
"She's hanging out with her loser friends. I don't understand why she does it to herself!" Sharpay voiced her agreement. "Especially Taylor McKessie. God, she's the most annoying bitch you'll ever meet. All talk, that one is. She really doesn't know when to stop."
"Don't even talk to me about her."
"Troy, if you knew McKessie, you'd want to run as fast you could to get away."
"But Montez is even worse."
"Montez?" Troy interrupted, recognising Gabriella's surname.
"Yeah, Gabriella Montez." Heather elaborated. "She is the most pathetic, little creature I think I have ever encountered."
"She's the most pathetic, little creature you ever will encounter." Sharpay and Heather laughed in unison.
"I hate Montez. Even when she hasn't said anything, she just pisses me off!" Heather loudly exclaimed while Sharpay continued to laugh. "And Kelsi willingly talks to her. I never understand why anyone would want to be around her at all to be quite frank. It's not like she has anything interesting to share."
"How do you know that if you don't talk to her?" Troy questioned and raised an eyebrow.
"You don't need to talk to her, Troy." Heather replied. Her tone was rude as if Troy was insane for even mentioning that Heather and Gabriella may possibly converse with one another -at least, civilly. "You can just tell that she's a freak. Besides, even if you wanted to talk to her, she hardly does. It's not exactly what I'd call as a fun conversation, Troy, would you?"
Troy didn't really know how to respond. Did he tell Sharpay and Heather that he had already spoken to Gabriella and found her rather pleasant? He didn't see the harm in it himself but, then again, there was something that held him back. He didn't understand why Heather and Sharpay wouldn't like Gabriella and he really didn't understand why they would call her a "freak". Okay, he knew that she was quiet. That was obvious and he could tell that she was extremely shy. In a way, she was a little like Kelsi and, like Kelsi, she was sweet and had a good nature.
Troy had also noticed how pretty Gabriella was. She had soft features, cute even. Actually, Troy would go as far to say that she was down right gorgeous and, despite confidence making someone even more attractive, there was something about Gabriella not knowing she was pretty which made her even prettier. How could anyone consider her a freak? For some reason, Troy found himself disappointed that his sister and cousin didn't appear to be fond of Gabriella. He didn't even know why himself! Was it strange that he really wanted Heather and Sharpay to like Gabriella?
"Troy, trust us, Gabriella Montez is not someone you want to converse with. She's just plain weird."
"Sharpay's right." Heather nodded. "Montez is the girl that everyone knows is strange. She has her friends...Not many, of course, but that just shows how people don't want to be friends with her." Troy's brow furrowed but not with confusion as Heather thought; instead, it was more... Annoyance. Troy thought Gabriella was a nice girl and should have quite a large group of friends. He knew East High could be cruel but, when Troy was at school, everyone had their clique that they stuck with which meant that everyone had quite a few friends. Much more than Gabriella seemed to have. "I don't understand why you aren't getting this."
"She's a loser, Troy. She doesn't have friends for a particular reason. It's the same for McKessie. She's just as weird."
"Which is probably why they hang out together!" Heather exclaimed and burst into laughter.
"Didn't you say Kelsi was friends with them?"
"Yeah but they're not friend friends. They only hang out occasionally and I think that's more down to that bloody Martha Cox. Kelsi tolerates them...I suppose she does appear to have fun with them but that doesn't mean she likes them and wants to see them when she finishes East High. She has her own friends in her year, as well." Heather explained.
"Actually, I would like to see Gabriella, Taylor and Martha when I finish East High." Kelsi confidently said. She walked into the garage looking rather upset and Troy assumed that she had heard quite a bit of their conversation. "If you just gave Gabriella and Taylor a chance then you'd see what I see." Sharpay scoffed and returned to texting. Heather rolled her eyes and turned away but Troy shot Kelsi a sympathetic look which she appeared grateful for.
"Come on, lets go." Troy decided to end it there before Kelsi became too offended. "I'm driving."
Gabriella usually spent her Thursday afternoon's, after school, doing extra-credit work with Taylor and a small handful of other students in Ms. Lee's classroom. Anyone was welcome and it wasn't something you had to sign up for. You just showed up when you wanted to show up. But it was usually, if not always, the same people which attended...Except for this Thursday.
Surprisingly, whilst Gabriella was doing extra homework for her English class, someone sat next to her in the empty seat to her right. Gabriella immediately noticed as Taylor was on her other side and it was only Taylor that sat next to Gabriella. Everyone else liked to sit alone so not to be disturbed. Gabriella looked up and was rather shocked to find Ryan Evans beaming at her.
"Hi!" A couple of students turned round to glare. Ryan mumbled his apology quickly and then whispered another, "hi," in Gabriella's ear.
"Hello." She quietly responded.
"What are you working on?" Gabriella felt like sighing but she managed to refrain herself from doing so. It had been blissfully quiet before Ryan had entered. In the corner of Gabriella's eye, she could see Taylor's hand twitch (a sure sign of her friend's annoyance). Even though Taylor was excited of Ryan's feelings for Gabriella, that didn't mean she was happy when he disturbed her work.
"English."
"That's cool. I've never been a big fan of English...Maybe you could help me?"
"Um...I suppose, but I'd have to finish this first," Gabriella tried hinting, "it's quite important."
"Oh, I totally understand." Ryan sat back in his chair and pulled his books out of his bag. For a few seconds, it returned to the quiet but it didn't last for long. "Hey, Gabby, do you think you might-" But Ryan was interrupted by Ms. Lee who was becoming just as agitated with his whispering as everyone else was.
"Mr. Evans, if you come to this class then I expect you to do some work, not talk."
"Yes, Ms. Lee. Sorry." He replied.
Gabriella thought that would be the last of it but she felt Ryan nudge her arm. When she looked at him, he nodded to the piece of paper he had placed on her work. Looking at the paper which had extremely neat and rounded writing, Gabriella read, 'Fancy going to the pizza place after this?' Ryan looked expectantly at her, excited almost, and Gabriella reluctantly nodded. He sent a wide smile and then allowed Gabriella to finish her work in silence.
When the bell rang which signalled for the end of the class, Gabriella slowly stood up and put her belongings away. Her stomach rolled nervously and she couldn't help but wish she had gone straight home this Thursday instead of doing her extra-credit work. Ryan had been texting her everyday since she had given him her number. Her responses had never given him anything to get excited about. They were always simple, one-word answers. But if there was something that Gabriella knew that the Evans twins shared, it was their persistence to get everything that they wanted. Maybe Ryan really did want her affections?
"Ready?" Ryan asked.
"Almost. I need to talk to Taylor for a minute. Would you mind waiting?"
She sort of wished for him to refuse to wait and decide to leave without her. Although she knew that was stupid because who would ever refuse not to wait for a minute? As she expected, Ryan happily nodded and Gabriella turned to her friend who had a smirk on her face and a raised eyebrow.
"Got yourself a little date, have you?" Taylor teased.
"It's not a date."
"Tell that to Ryan." Taylor sniggered. "It looks like he's ready to wet himself with excitement."
"Taylor." Gabriella scolded but she couldn't help but smile a tiny bit.
"Look, have some fun. I'll cover for you." Gabriella worriedly bit her lip. Taylor rolled her eyes and tried assuring Gabriella the best she could. "It'll be fine, Gabs. I'll tell your parents that we're going to go back to my house and do some extra studying since we couldn't finish it all this afternoon. I'll probably be telling Louisa this anyway. She'll pass the message on."
"I feel bad. I shouldn't be lying to them."
"Herman, it'll be absolutely fine. I'll make sure it'll be. Don't you want to have some fun?"
"I suppose..."
"You do, Herman, the answer is, you do." Taylor bluntly and confidently told her. "Call me when you get home. I want to hear everything. Never know, you might even get a cheeky kiss from the Evans boy." Taylor winked and Gabriella blushed. "Go, your lover is waiting for you." Gabriella's cheeks turned into a deeper shade of red and Taylor left with a smile on her face.
"Shall we head off, then?" Ryan asked. Gabriella turned around and nodded with a weak smile.
The drive over to the Pizzaria was a quiet one. Ryan would ask a question and Gabriella would politely answer but she would never elaborate. Ryan never seemed to take the vibe that Gabriella wasn't keen on talking and he persisted like a knight. When they pulled up at the Pizzaria, Gabriella didn't know if she should be relieved or not. On one hand, they wouldn't be stuck in his car together when the awkward silences constantly cropped up after she spoke. On the other hand, Gabriella still had the whole evening with Ryan where this could still happen -although, she supposed, they could always be distracted by the things going on around them.
As suspected, it was awkward. Well, it was awkward for Gabriella. Ryan appeared to be perfectly at ease and happily entertained by Gabriella's answers. She had to admit that his company wasn't at all awful or even the slightest bit bad and Gabriella appeared to be the envy of all the women in the diner. When she thought about it, Ryan did look very handsome. His blonde hair was neatly swiped to one side and his eyes dazzled with his charisma. When he laughed, he threw his head back (it was quite obnoxious to Gabriella but it appeared to be endearing to everyone else) and his teeth beamed into every corner of the diner with their whiteness.
"You wouldn't believe the amount of work I have to do. I don't know where it's come from!" Ryan exclaimed. "You know, I think if we could get together again, after school sometime, then could you possibly help me? I can be terrible when it comes to homework, occasionally of course, it's not a habit but-"
"Ryan. What are you doing?"
Gabriella's eyes widened and her heart sank a thousand feet. She turned around and, as she assumed, Sharpay was standing with pure hate and anger in her eyes. They were narrowed, as they usually were when she looked at Gabriella, and her petite hands had closed into fists. Recently, Gabriella had really begun to fear for her safety around Sharpay and she nervously gulped when Sharpay walked over.
"I'm having dinner." Ryan coolly replied and his arms casually spread out on the back of the booth seat. It reminded Gabriella of someone in complete control but Sharpay wasn't easily defeated. "I asked Gabriella to join me. I would have thought that was rather obvious." Sharpay raised an eyebrow at his response.
"You are not doing this. Not now, not ever." Sharpay growled. "I cannot believe you would ruin our family's reputation like this, Ryan. You are completely irresponsible for doing this!" She exclaimed.
"What's happening, Shar? I thought you were- Ryan? Montez?"
Gabriella wanted to die. She knew she shouldn't have gone with Ryan. She knew that this wouldn't end well. Something would happen, just why did it have to involve Sharpay and Heather? At least they hadn't attracted any attention from the other customers. That would be too embarrassing. Sharpay and Heather hovered over her threateningly and Gabriella shrank in her seat.
"I thought I told you to stay away from my brother." Sharpay hissed and prodded Gabriella's shoulder.
"Jesus, Montez, who knew you were a slut!" Heather sneered.
"Hey, that's not fair. Stop it, both of you." Ryan warned.
"What? I don't want you hanging out with her. She's not someone you should be associating with." Sharpay stomped her foot like a child. She was too obsessed with what people would think if, God forbid, Gabriella was seen with Sharpay's brother. "This is Montez, Ryan. How could you even consider...Her?"
"I like her, Sharpay so back off." Ryan replied with his teeth gritted together.
"I'll go."
"No!" Ryan stood up to stop Gabriella from moving. "I want you to stay."
"I don't." Heather muttered.
"You are in a lot of trouble, Montez. I'll make sure that you pay for not listening to me." Sharpay poked Gabriella's shoulder again. "Seriously, who are you kidding? No one would fancy you. At least, no one in their right mind." That was aimed at both Gabriella and Ryan. Gabriella knew that Sharpay's words were childish and petty but it didn't soften the blow in any way.
"Why don't you just crawl back into your hole, Montez? Why don't you just...Die?" Heather spat and it was clear that it had been the first words that had popped into her head rather than something she genuinely meant. But, like Sharpay's words, it still stung like a bitch.
"What is going on here?" All four teenagers turned to see Troy suspiciously looking at his sister and cousin.
"Troy!" Ryan greeted, nodding his head.
"Hey Ryan." Troy gave a small smile and then he turned to Heather and Sharpay. "So, are you going to answer my question? What is going on here?" Gabriella thought she saw Heather and Sharpay look worried but, before she could check that she had indeed seen that, they had already returned to their scowling at both Ryan and Gabriella. "No one is going to answer me?"
It appeared that Sharpay and Heather didn't want to voice their true opinions. Gabriella assumed that it was because they realised how ridiculous they sounded but when Gabriella saw Kelsi looking sympathetically at her and holding out a tissue, Gabriella realised that a couple of tears had leaked out. At that moment, she was grateful that they hadn't drawn attention from anyone else in the diner and Kelsi was standing in Troy's vision so he couldn't see her tears either.
"Right. I think it's time we went home." Troy decided. "Ryan, could you take Heather, Sharpay and Kelsi home, please?" Ryan slowly nodded and glanced at Gabriella. "I'll take Gabriella home." He said.
"What! You can't do that. Not with my car!" Heather argued and crossed her arms.
"Don't be childish, Heather." Troy replied. "Now, you all go and I'll talk to you when I get home."
Ryan and Kelsi shuffled along and had to pull Sharpay and Heather with them. With one last glare in Gabriella's direction, the girls left. Gabriella swallowed the lump in her throat and was relieved that those few tears that had fallen previously were the only ones. She hadn't even noticed that Troy had taken Ryan's seat opposite her until he began to speak while she fiddled with the tissue in her hands.
"I'm sorry." He quietly said. "I'll just pay for your bill real quick and then I'll take you home."
Gabriella didn't even have time to respond, Troy had already zoomed over to the waitress in order for him to pay. It didn't take long and, before she knew it, Gabriella was seated in the passenger seat of Troy's car (or really rather, Heather's car). The journey started out quietly once Gabriella had told Troy her address. She could see the worried glances he sent in her direction but she never fully looked at him. She was too embarrassed after the incident in the diner. Now he knew how much of a loser she was (according to Heather and Sharpay) and how much of a loser that she felt. It doesn't matter. Gabriella said to herself with nonchalance. He probably forgot who I was and he won't remember me after this.
"Are you feeling okay?" Troy wondered out loud. He noticed that she was looking quite pale but that wasn't a surprise considering the circumstances. Gabriella nodded. "Look, I'm really sorry. Sharpay and Heather had no right to do that to you and...I'm just really sorry."
"It's alright. It's not your fault."
"I still feel partly responsible." Troy quietly replied. And he did. If he had said something to Heather and Sharpay earlier about their unkind words then he could have prevented this. Maybe? "So, what have you been up to? I haven't seen you around." He decided that a change of subject matter would be best suited for Gabriella at his moment.
"Nothing much." Gabriella gave a timid response and she kept her head down. She was still fiddling with her hands that laid awkwardly in her lap. "I've been at school most of the time." Troy nodded. To his surprise, Gabriella asked, "what about yourself?"
"Uh, well, working." Troy answered and he had to admit that he was glad she was willingly talking to him rather than just replying to his questions. "And boxing, of course. I've been training for a fight that's coming up next week. It's going to be a tough one so I've been at the ring late most days."
"Aren't you scared?" Gabriella hesitantly asked.
"Of what?"
"Of boxing? Fighting with people and getting...Getting hurt yourself, aren't you worried?"
"No." Troy shook his head. "Well, there are times when you know you can get hurt badly but, in a way, that's the thrill of it all. You want to be better and try and not get hit. When you're worried about it and when you know that you're in the deep end, the adrenaline that runs through you is incredible. It's what pushes you to fight and to win."
"Have you ever been really hurt, before? Like, have you ever been knocked out?"
Troy smiled at Gabriella's curiosity. It felt quite nice that someone was this interested in what he did. Most people thought they knew all about boxing because it simply involved two players and a ring but there was so much more to it that they didn't know, but people just didn't want to hear it. Gabriella seemed genuinely intrigued. She had even looked up to face him this time.
"Yeah, I have." Troy casually replied. "I haven't been recently but before, especially when I was just starting out, I was knocked out quite a few times. I lost a couple of teeth, but they were baby ones so it didn't matter, and I've broken my wrist twice, my nose, four ribs and I've been the hospital a number of times in need of stitches." Gabriella stared at him in awe. He was so cool about it. "Tell me about you though, you never said if you did any sports or anything last time we met."
"I don't really do sports." Gabriella shyly confessed.
"What about music? Do you do that?" Gabriella nodded and Troy grinned. "I thought so. You look like a musician. What do you play?"
"Piano." Gabriella replied. "And I sing in the Chapel Choir."
"Wow. I played piano...Once." Gabriella giggled. "I didn't have the patience for it then."
"You look more like a sports guy." Gabriella said while sniggering.
"Well, you look more like a music girl." He responded with a smile.
Troy and Gabriella continued to talk and Gabriella found that she was really enjoying herself in Troy's company. Gabriella even found herself disappointed when she reached home. She thanked him for taking her home and they shared a smile between them and Gabriella thought that that was that. Like she had told herself before, he would forget her after this moment. But he surprised her, again.
"Gabriella, wait." He called after her. She swiftly turned around to face him again. "Here." He held out a small, ripped piece of paper which she hesitantly took. When she unfolded it, she was shocked to find a number; his number. Gabriella looked up to Troy and found him a little shy as he had shoved his hands in his pockets. "You know, in case you have any other problems."
When Michelle Lewis walked into the girls bathroom the next afternoon, she had only wanted to check her appearance and make sure her make-up had stayed intact. But instead, she could hear the sound of sniffing and when she turned around, she realised that she wasn't alone as one cubicle was completely shut with 'occupied' written on the lock. Was someone...Crying?
Michelle anxiously bit her lip. Did she leave or did she stay? This person, whoever it could be, may not want her to help. They might just want to be alone. Michelle could be seen as interfering not helping. However, when Michelle looked to her right, she noticed a small, girlish, black bag; one that she recognised from her frequent scholastic decathlon meetings.
"Gabriella?"
There was a hesitation and then she could hear shuffling from behind the door. Quite a few seconds later, the door opened revealing a rather obviously upset Gabriella. She had tried wiping away her tears but her attempts had been futile as they were slightly red and bloodshot. Michelle stared sympathetically. Somehow Michelle immediately knew who was behind Gabriella's tears. Little did Gabriella know that Michelle had noticed the narrowed stares that Heather and Sharpay would give her as they passed and lately, she had seen the jeers they sent her.
"Oh, Gabby." Michelle sighed and gave Gabriella a motherly hug.
"I'm fine. No need to worry. It's just...My hay fever." Gabriella quickly replied but Michelle wasn't fooled.
Instead, she sighed again. She wished Gabriella would open up to her more. She was much more mature than her age and felt a motherly pull to the students that were younger than herself; especially Gabriella who always seemed so fragile and timid. Furrowing her brow, Michelle pointed at Gabriella's clenched fist. "What's that?"
"Er, it's nothing." Gabriella withdrew her hand behind her back but Michelle caught her wrist. "Really, it's nothing, Michelle."
"It doesn't look like nothing to me." Michelle replied. Knowing that she had no choice, Gabriella opened up her hand and allowed Michelle to take the screwed up and creased paper from her. While Michelle read the words on the paper, although there was really only one word repeated, Gabriella blushed with embarrassment. "Gabby, don't you dare listen to those two...Idiots." Michelle looked at the paper again that had 'Slut!' written all over it. "They're nothing but silly, childish girls. You are so much better than them."
"If I had just gone home last night instead of going to the Pizzaria."
Michelle didn't know what had happened the previous evening but she still said, "don't you ever regret anything, Gabby. Life is too short for that. They had no right to do this...Don't listen to them. They don't know what a wonderful person you are, Gabby." Gabriella gratefully smiled and Michelle hugged Gabriella tightly again. "While you're here," Michelle said and decided to change the subject, "Taylor's called for a scholastic decathlon meeting tomorrow after school. You able to come?"
"Yeah, I should be able to."
"Brilliant!" Michelle delightfully exclaimed, "I'll even make you some cookies. How about that?"
"Sounds great. Thanks, Michelle."
"You're very welcome, Honey. And you have my number, if you want to talk. I'm always here for you."
"Thank you." Gabriella warmly smiled. Michelle really was a lovely person. It was a shame that she was a senior. Gabriella certainly believed she needed her for her last year at East High. If only Gabriella was like Michelle...She often found herself wishing such things sometimes. In many ways, Michelle was like Taylor with their headstrong and motherly nature that they held. They knew how to take care of themselves. Gabriella wished she could do the same. These were the times when she knew she had problems.
After her horrendous Friday where Sharpay and Heather had not left her alone for even a minute, Gabriella found herself pacing her bedroom on the Saturday evening. Her phone and Troy's number lay next to one another on her desk and she was really contemplating whether or not she should call him. Why else would he give her his number? But then, Gabriella couldn't help but think, what if he did it because he felt sorry for me?
But Gabriella found herself really wanting to talk to him again. She felt at ease when she did and, for the first time, she wanted to tell him about her life as well as listening to his. But she had already been thinking about calling him for an hour. It sounded like a ridiculously long time and Gabriella knew that she should just make a decision; either call him, or don't. But every time she picked up her phone and dialled the numbers, she couldn't press the green button to actually do it.
Just call him, Gabriella said. The worst that can happen is that he doesn't want to talk to you...
And that was the worst that could happen but Gabriella didn't know if she could stand the humiliation, even if it would only be her and Troy that knew. Just thinking about him rejecting her call or telling her bluntly that he didn't want her to call him made her cheeks heat up and her stomach uncomfortably churn.
Then, suddenly, something kicked in and Gabriella grabbed her mobile, dialled the numbers and heard two rings...Then she decided that she didn't want to call him and cut it off before throwing the mobile onto her bed. Gabriella groaned. I am such a wimp, she thought. She fell backwards and collapsed on her bed with her hands over her face. If she could just sustain some bravery then she could be talking to him by now. But her eyes widened when the sound of ringtone bellowed into the air...
Gabriella slowly sat up and took her phone in her hand. That was his number; Troy's number. He was calling her back. Caller I.D...Damn. Mumbling incoherent words under-her-breath, Gabriella scolded herself for not making the call anonymous because then she wouldn't be stuck in this terribly embarrassing situation. What would she say when he asked why she didn't wait for him to pick up? It had only been two rings, after all. She would have to think up of a quick excuse but she couldn't not pick up either. He would assume she was ignoring him since he had rang her a couple of seconds after she hung up. There was no choice, she would have to pick it up.
"H...Hello?"
"Gabriella?"
"Y...Yeah, it's me. I think I...I lost signal when I tried calling you." She winced at her lie.
"I thought you'd never call."
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