A/N- Thought I'd put this out there in the beginning, anyone see the teaser trailer for Allegiant? Holy shit, I can't explain the feels I got. I wanted to reach through the screen and strangle David. And they ALL looked SO FREAKING HOT IN THEIR BLACK SUITS WHEN 'CROSSING'! I NEED MORE!
Sorry, anyway, if you saw it, drop a review and lemme know! BACK TO UR CHAPTER!
Tris lets out a peaceful breath as the nice warm water of the shower drips over her body, soothing her muscles and slowly bringing laziness back again.
If she could, she'd fall asleep right in the bathtub, water serving as her blanket.
She hears a vibration from the sink, and slowly slides the shower door open, making sure to wipe her hands on the hanging towel before looking at the text.
FOUR- I'm heading over to Zeke's, you'll be fine?
Tris glances at the door of the bathroom, rolling her eyes.
TRIS- We're a freaking door apart.
"Sorry! Okay, I'm gonna leave now!" He makes a point to yell.
Tris frowns, deciding to step out of the shower anyway as soon as she hears the soft thud indicating he'd left, and she makes sure to grab her phone.
She wraps one of the black towels around her body and steps out of the bathroom, realizing that she was actually alone. She tosses her phone onto the bed, it was on the edge but miraculously balanced itself, having no plans on falling.
Tris wipes the extra droplets of water from her face, fastening her towel and walking toward the fridge when her foot makes contact with something hard and she trips. She catches her fall with her elbows and lets out a huge string of curses.
The pain shoots through her arms, however with her ankle there's a feeling of warmth all over again, but this time it's different.
"Fuck!" She hisses as her eyes register the huge cut and blood gushing.
She grabs the apple core that'd made her fall and throws it into the trashcan.
This was absurd. Here she was trying to enjoy being a girl without Four, being able to walk half-naked like she was in her own room, when she trips over a wait- not a banana peel- apple core, and cuts herself deeply.
Yes, so very absurd that despite the possibility of bleeding to death, she laughs.
For God's sake she was lying naked with only a towel wrapped around her, close to slipping off her body as well.
Tris pulls herself up, using the wall for support, and hops on one foot toward the cabinet. After each hop, her towel slips further and further until she is hopping, officially naked.
She could only hope that Four didn't walk in, she'd never be able to live it down, she'd never be able to-
A bang.
She shrieks and tries to cover herself when she realizes that no one was near the door, her phone had only slipped from the bed she'd thrown it on. Looks like it was bound to fall.
She lets out a breath and like a mad woman, not wanting to take anymore chances, immediately grabs the first aid kit. She almost lets out a strangled scream through her clenched teeth when wiping alcohol onto it, then she wraps her ankle with the bandage roll, copying the style Four had done it to Uriah.
Lightly testing her left foot, she winces as a dull pain shoots through her entire leg.
Tris limps toward her closet and slips on a sports bra.
Black dots swim in her vision as she finally pulls her underwear on, forcing her injured leg to ache deeply.
No, she couldn't wear her pants, she'd faint right there and if Four came back he'd see her.
What the hell am I supposed to do now?!
Getting an idea, Tris slowly limps to Four's closet and grabs the smallest looking black shirt she could find. Except when slipping it on it looked like a dress stopping right below her thighs.
Man. if only she'd had a belt, she could start a freaking trend.
She thinks of all the hashtags that she could start, and how she could become famous for something so freaking stupid.
#ManDress? #BoyfriendTwinsies? #WtfTrend?
Tris glances down at her legs, finally smooth from all the scratches she'd received in the past few days, except her injured foot.
She hops toward the fridge and makes herself an ice pack, then slowly eases herself onto her own bed, making sure to scoop up her phone.
A sense of cool relief spreads through her ankle as she places her homemade ice pack onto it.
Leaning her head back, she lets out a breath.
And this is what changes everything- she suddenly remembers that she is alone. And being alone meant aimless wandering of the mind.
Just like that, she was feeling irritated all over again. Because she couldn't enjoy a moment of her life without something ruining it. In this case, first, her leg. And now it was her past.
She fiddles with the hem of the shirt. It was a scary thing to think... But... What if... She could stop her depression?
What if she could stop everything from becoming any more worse than it already was?
... By ending her life.
It was pretty simple. Like the ending of a long and painful story for an author. All an author had to do was write, 'Tris couldn't take it anymore. She was done. Taking the knife, she aimed it at her heart and...'
But is it really that easy? Tris asks herself.
She glances at her leg. Maybe she didn't want to die. If she did she would've taken advantage of her leg injury. She could have hurt herself more. But then again, how would a leg kill you? The only thing that would happen is an infection, and then amputation, which was worse than suicide.
Her stomach growls, adding to her misery.
"Are you kidding me?" Tris groans loudly. "ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!"
She needed to get food out of the fridge, and now she was too comfortable to get something. It was like that feeling when you grab popcorn and blankets and cuddle, but then you forget the remote across the whole room for your movie.
Maybe she could starve to death?
Tris shakes the thoughts away.
She lets out a breath, the one you might do if you were about to cry and strangle someone.
She closes her eyes and lies her down on the pillow. "Whatever. Fuck it."
"Bea, can you please stop blaming yourself, please!?"
I shake my head. "I'm not 'blaming myself'. I KNOW it's my fault."
"It's not." Caleb sighs.
She looks up at him, tears blinding her vision. "T-Then why did they die when I was the one in the first place who made them go back? If I told them not to go, they w-wouldn't have... They wouldn't have been there to die in the a-accident."
Caleb frowns. "It was meant to happen either way, Bea.-"
"I should die, shouldn't I? Maybe you'd be happier if I did. It was my fault anyway, how do you even look at me?"
He lets out a desperate and sad breath "Please, stop beating yourself up. You're the only one I have left, don't be like this or I'll be alone. You're causing pain to me too by thinking that."
"But I have this on my shoulders- dying would-"
"Make me angry and I'd never forgive you. Mom and dad's death wasn't your fault, but killing yourself WILL be, and I'd never forgive you."
I know he's just trying to get me to feel like it's horrible if I would commit suicide... But he would be alone, and I owe him for taking our parents away.
"Okay." I finally whisper.
"Okay that you've finally accepted what happened wasn't your fault, or okay that you won't leave me?"
"Okay that I won't leave you. It's the least I can do."
"Thank you. I love you, Bea. Don't ever forget, and I'll never leave you either."
Tris feels the air around her change into thickness, she felt like sobbing. She felt like ripping her insides out.
But you left me, Caleb. You left me for Susan. And you don't even know that everyday, I wake up thinking that 'Today might be the day I die'. You don't know, and now, you shouldn't care if I want to leave this earth anyway.
You'd never even know if I was either killed, or if I'd committed suicide.
Maybe she really did want to die, now was her chance, right?
But what about Caleb and-
Screw it. Screw him. He'd left her for 'love', sure, it was so likely he'd be there her whole life.
She needed to let this sudden anger and hurt out. Now.
She slowly positions herself from the bed, lifts herself into a standing position, takes one step, and trips over the blanket that had gathered at the bottom of the bed. She catches herself before her leg smacks hard onto the floor.
"Seriously?" She hisses with a deadly quiet tone.
She steadies herself again, and begins to limp toward the door, grabbing her sandals, room key, and slipping out.
It was a torture. Every few moments, Tris would switch from hopping on one foot, to limping again.
Then she feels like she'll cry.
From the fact that thoughts of Caleb and her parents keep swirling her mind, or that she was still wearing Four's shirt, she could not tell.
Tris stifles a scream of frustration and heads back a few steps, knocking on the door of a room.
When it is finally agape, Christina gives her one look, opens, and shuts her mouth.
"Can you give me some clothes?"
Christina lets out a breath, and helps Tris inside. As she looks for some clothes Tris examines the room, trying to appear calm though she knows for sure that she looks like hell. She can feel the waves of curiosity jumping off of Christina but thankfully she doesn't further question anything.
"Here, I have this." Christina answers after a moment. It's a pair of black shorts and a black hoodie with white strings.
Tris limps toward her and Christina holds up a hand. "Look, I know you're not in the mood, but if you're dying to leave now then let me help you. We can do it here too, Will is sleeping like the dead."
Tris nods.
Christina helps her slip on the hoodie with ease, then slowly squirm the shorts onto her legs.
Tris gives her a forced smile and turns to head out when Christina stops her.
"Wait, at least look in the mirror."
She glances toward it and notices that her hair is messed up, her eyes look tired, and her leg just adds to the depressed feeling. Then she notices the hoodie.
I WOKE UP LIKE THIS -_-
"That's not even funny." She states bitterly as Christina bursts out laughing.
"Okay, okay, fine. Let me at least put some eye liner on!"
Tris finally sees the training room. She begins to limp faster, using her anger and sadness to help boost her speed when she smacks into someone turning a corner, holding a box.
"Watch it." She fumes while supporting herself with the wall.
She turns and steadies herself, then continues to walk when a hand reaches out. "Tris? Why are you here?"
She shrugs out of his grasp and lets the last of her anger come in rushing waves, allowing her to make the final steps to the training room. She moves to kick the wall with her good leg when Four stops her.
"Are you... okay?" He asks carefully, eyeing her injury.
"No." She whispers, trying to hold it in.
He kicks the wall for her and watches as it opens. "Do you need any help or-"
Control it control it control it control it control it contr-
She scowls. "No, I don't need help, leave me alone, and you wouldn't even be asking that if it weren't for THIS STUPID FUCKING LEG!"
He flinches as she ends up screaming the last part.
"Whoa, do you want the whole world to hear y-"
"THEN. SHUT. UP!" She continues. "There's a game in less than an hour and I can't even walk, what if I'm picked again? Stop acting like it's NOTHING!"
He looks at her weirdly, more like confused.
"You're not going to get picked again, Tris. Your leg will be fine. Now let's go to the training room quietly, and we can talk there." He answers, part calm, part freaked, and part worried.
The moment he gets her into the training room, despite her injury, she makes a dash for the guns and starts to shoot toward the target.
Bam.
Bam.
Bam.
New gun, new target.
"Tris.
Bam.
Bam.
Bam.
New gun, new target.
This continues ten times until there are no more targets left, and no more guns lying on the tables with ammo.
"Tris."
She walks toward the knives next, picking up three and lining herself in front of the target.
"Tris."
Thump.
Thump.
Thump.
"Tris, please."
Thump.
Thump.
Thump.
"Why are you mad at me?"
She turns, taking a deep breath. Her words were meant to come out calm, instead they come out bitterly, traced with frustration. "I'm not mad at you, okay? Can you please be quiet while I do this? I need to do this."
He crosses his arms. "I know, I can see, but can you tell me what's going-"
Thump.
She ignores him.
Thump.
Thump.
He narrows his eyes at her like an unsaid threat, but she ignores that as well and picks up another knife, walking to the target.
Tris can feel him watching her with observant eyes.
She stops right in front of the target and starts to carve something in the very corner, something you'd only be able to see if very close.
I wAnT tO DiE. i WaNt To EscApE.
Then she walks away and throws the knife onto the table, watching it slide and fall off. She bites her lip, swallowing the lump in her throat back down.
There.
And she felt somewhat relief, anger, and sadness at the same time.
Caleb, I don't even know if I'm sorry.
She stays still as Four passes her and goes to read what she'd carved.
A few moments pass by.
"Don't we all." He finally answers while looking at the words, no louder than a murmur.
But Tris moves over to the mats and curls herself into a ball, face pressed against her knees.
Something is wrong with me.
The very first thing that popped into her head.
Yes, something was wrong with her alright, she could feel it. This was not the way she used to be.
But the tears don't come. Why would there be?
Light, soft, footsteps.
He pulls her arms away from her body and sets them to the side. "Tris?"
She stares at him blankly. "What, so I'm a freak now? Or a coward? Because I want to kill myself?"
He stares at her for a few seconds before grabbing her hands and giving them a light squeeze. "If you think you're a freak, of all things, then you're crazy."
She lets out an angry and bitter laugh. "Yeah, right."
"You don't believe me?"
She glares at the floor. "Not in a million years."
She pulls her hands away, wrapping them around her knees when he stands up and leaves for a second. The he comes back, crouching in front of her, close enough for her to realize that his eyes look drained like her own.
"Can I trust you with something?" He whispers, so quietly she could barely hear him through the rapid thumping of her heart.
Tris closes her eyes. "Might as well."
He's silent for a moment before blowing out a breath. "If anyone in the entire world is a coward, it's not you, it's me."
She's about to snort, when she changes her mind and decides to give a small smile. "Like I'd believe that, huh?"
When she opens her eyes Four is so close, that she felt like she'd drown under the gaze of his dark blue eyes, they held so much secrets and depth.
But she leans back. "I wouldn't expect you to understand. You're anything but a coward."
He shakes his head. "If you think I'm kidding then I must be a better actor than I thought myself to be."
"The thing is, you aren't acting." Tris answers-
-Just as Will walked through the door.
Four gets up and moves toward the knives to retrieve them from the targets, sunken inches deep with anger.
"Oh, hey Four, Tris." He greets, merely glancing at them before heading to the back.
Tris clears her throat from any remaining evidence of exasperation in her voice. "Hey. What's up?"
He glances at her, then looks at her. "What's up? What about what's down? What happened with your leg?"
"Long story short, I fell." She sighs, slowly pushing herself up. "Here to train? I think we can squeeze in a little time."
Will gestures the offer away with his hand. "Nah, I'm here for the gadgets."
"Gadgets? When were there gadgets?"
"They were always here, you may have thought that they were regular weapons or random objects though."
Tris slowly walks over to Will, watching him pull out something small and silver. "What's that?"
"Never heard of it?" He asks while holding it up for her to closely look at.
"Um... A ring?"
Will shakes his head. "I'd demonstrate, but I get a feeling you'd kill me later."
Tris grabs the ring from his hands. "Well, what does it do?"
Will shrugs. "Nothing amazing. It's a pepper spray ring, here, put it on."
She can tell that he knows she's not in the best of moods, so he tries to make her laugh.
Which is why Tris smiles, feeling a bit better, as he dramatically bends down on one knee and holds it toward her.
"May I?" He asks with an impressive formal accent.
She slips her right index finger into the ring.
"Fits perfectly." She chuckles.
"Wow Will, cheating on me already? Not even cheating, you're getting engaged to my best friend?"
Tris glances back at Christina who walks in all of a sudden, wearing a hoodie like her own except without the words and some black leggings.
Will stands up, hands in the air. Tris chuckles as she leaves them, and heads out the door, watching Christina give her a 'you better now?' look. She shrugs.
She allows her mind to drift again, she was too tired to think about her family.
Could this ring be used for the games? Is that why there were gadgets in the room in the first place?
Tris quickly turns a corner and walks a bit slower, hoping her leg won't strain and ache again.
And what the hell was wrong with her? She was randomly becoming angry within seconds, and then now here she was all fine! Not even that, Four would have to comfort her as if she were this stupid little kid or something that was emotional about everything.
Again, she couldn't help but think something was seriously wrong with her.
There was just a great deal of issues stacking up, waiting for Tris to solve them.
Tris hears foot steps behind her.
She glances back. "I was thinking about the games."
Four frowns. "Is there ever anything positive going on in that brain of yours?"
She stops walking to lean against the wall and let her leg rest. "Probably not."
"And why not?"
"Because there is nothing happy for me to think about."
Four shrugs. "So you're saying I'm not a happy thing you think about?"
She's silent as she shrugs.
"You're a confounding thing to think about." She answers instead.
Realization suddenly hits her face. "Holy shit."
She starts walking quickly again, breathing becoming labored from forcing her leg to freaking move.
Four catches up with her, keeping pace. "Tris, what are you-"
"It's time." She whispers quietly under her breath. "I completely forgot."
It's quite amusing, really. Us humans. We have all sorts of feelings and emotions, some so important for the world we live in, and some unnecessary thoughts that get in the way.
One trait that humans have is bravery.
But what gets in the way? Arrogance and potentially, confidence.
You have to be brave, you have to take chances in the world, you can't just be confident and have a back up plan because life is unpredictable.
So like with these games, you all think that you are confident. That you will eventually get used to being here and participating in the games.
That, is where you all are wrong.
See, you all have gotten confidence in yourselves, that when you individually get picked you'd try to win and prove yourselves.
The thing is, nothing can or will prepare you for the games. So fear is natural. Actually, it's quite welcome here. But if arrogance comes in the way, you are not far from failing, my friend.
You must feel brave, not let confidence and arrogance get in the way of your thinking. Just do, don't think.
And for this particular mini game today, that's what is important.
Volunteers, anyone?
Tris frowns. She had no idea what was going on. Bravery? Arrogance? Confidence? Unpredictable? Her mind was too tired to process the words into proper meaning.
No one gets up. Everyone just stares at each other, waiting on one another.
She doesn't know what gives her the courage.
Tris stands, brushing a strand of hair from her face as she purposely takes suspenseful strides over to the front of the screen. It takes hours to get there. Or perhaps it's the tension in the room making her feel that way, or the way her leg forces her to take slow steps.
She sets her hands on the red lever, and internally shudders from how cold it feels, as though it had been staying out in the dark for months.
She turns away from everyone, and closes her eyes.
Please, please have our group turn out okay, please. I know it's been long since I've asked you anything, but oh God, I can't stand anyone dying. She mouths quietly before pushing the lever down hard, then back up.
From where she was standing, the clicks of the slots are more louder and terrifying than before.
She makes her way back to her table and slides in next to Lynn.
Then the names are displayed.
Group A: Rita
Group B: Uriah
Rita...
The fragile girl Tris had seen one time when the girls were walking back from the training room. It basically went like this: They all were walking back when they came to an intersection between the two hallways and saw a cute girl walking past, quickly. She was obviously their age, but she seemed like a delicate person. That's when another voice called, "Rita! Come on!" and the girl had rushed away.
Uriah. And of all people, Rita. Tris thinks, suddenly becoming troubled and panicked all at once.
"No, wait, Uri!" She hisses, trying to get out of her seat quietly.
He glances at her and flashes a smile, reassuring her to stay calm. But she had to tell him something. Now.
But before she can run after his retreating body Lynn has grabbed her elbow and pinched so hard, she could feel tears prickle her eyes.
"Ow! What the hell?" She glares at Lynn who's wearing a straight face.
"Let him be."
She watches Uriah stand in the front followed by a girl with long brown hair neatly pulled into a ponytail. Her head was held high, though her face showed an expression of angst.
The door slides and they walk in, Tris feels her shoulders slump as for the last time she tries to signal him.
It doesn't work.
Lynn rolls her eyes and pulls Tris towards the others who were headed to the Observation room.
"What the hell do you have to say to him anyway?" She whispers.
Tris lets out a sound of desperation. "T-That girl! She's scared and feeble. Uriah'll over-do it!"
"What do you even mean?" She asks, shutting the door closed behind them. "Uriah can't over-do survival, okay?"
A snort. "She means, your boy'll over-estimate Rita's abilities. She's only good in hacking and school work, not physically built. She'll end up dying and he'll feel guilty for the rest of his life because she didn't fight back. Because she didn't try to fight back, only because she doesn't even know how."
They both whip around to find a guy leaning against the wall. He's wearing a blue hoodie with white strings, and blue joggers that are so dark, if you were far away, you'd mistaken them for black. Lynn steps forward, scowling at his face covered with piercings. So literal that Tris loses count, his eyes are extremely cold and an uninviting green, his hair is dark and greasy. Not quite hard to read what's invisibly written all over him: STAY AWAY, DANGEROUS!
"Who the hell are you and why are you here?"
He snorts. "Oh please, we are across this huge room, are we not allowed to cross it to say hello?"
It never occurred to Tris that they could even do that, she was always so engrossed into the games, never paying much attention about the opposite team.
Tris folds her arms across her chest, forcing herself to appear more bold than she feels. "Well how unfortunate for you that you can't act upon your words."
He raises a brow, light catching on one of his piercings. With a twisted smile, "Hello. I'm Eric."
"Hello there, ass. What an unfortunate pleasure to meet you. Step back now." Lynn hisses.
He smirks, taking a step back. Tris tenses and discreetly takes the smallest of steps backward as well. She was feeling daunted by him. His body was muscular and his posture was filled with such purpose she felt he'd jump any second. But he was standing with such ease as well, it was almost unbelievable he could do two things at once.
Lynn spits some words out at him, but Tris tunes out for a second-
She glances back slowly to see Four leaning against the back wall, arms crossed, watching the exchange with dark and penetrating eyes.
She looks back at Eric who addresses her.
"What?" She answers indecently.
Tris holds in a shudder, watching his smile grow bigger. He knew she was afraid of him- and he was amused by the control. "Liked looking at your face. Needed your attention to see it again."
She opens her mouth when Lynn steps in front of Tris and grabs her arm. "Either you move the fuck back or I'll make you."
He grunts. "Huh, really? How?"
Tris becomes still as Eric takes a step closer, and Lynn crosses her arms.
"What's going on?" Someone calls. "You're looking a little stiff there."
Tris turns her head to see none other than Peter.
"Huh, that's actually a pretty neat name. Stiff, I like it, fits perfectly to someone as ugly as you." He continues.
Holy Mother-
"You guys will either shut the fuck up and go back to your goddamn place or I will beat the living shit out of you and shove your faces up your asses. The game is starting, I'd suggest being wise before it's either of your turns next."
Tris has to turn around at the menacing and intimidating voice, and she is dumbfounded to see that the voice belonged to Four.
A flash of fear crosses Peter's face, though Eric's remains as a scowl. Peter heads back to their place across the large room, though Eric lingers.
"Ah, Four. How long has it been? Looks like you've caught some interest in somebody."
Four doesn't even glance at Tris. He just snorts. "As if, I'd never look twice at anyone like her."
She can't even explain the anger and pain that spreads throughout her body. She feels like she'd been stabbed in the body with a dozen knives. What did he say?
"That's not true." He smirks.
Four shrugs. "Depends on how you look at it, if you mean that she would get looked twice at because you could see her at a- freak show- then why not?"
Tris frowns when he swallows hard before saying 'freak show'. Nonetheless, she is shocked and extremely hurt.
Eric shrugs. "Hmph, that's true. You're right. But why are you protecting her?"
Four shakes his head. "You think she can even protect herself? I feel bad."
And then all she sees and feels is one thing: Rage.
How dare he? I can defend myself better than half of the people in the room, probably even more.
Four crosses his arms. "Best you leave."
"I'm not scared of you."
"You should be. I've done it once, I can do it again."
This earns a scowl and Tris backs up until she bumps into Zeke.
She turns to him. "Does he know him?"
Zeke shakes his head. "This is absurd. I never payed attention to the other team to notice he was there, Eric is such a fucking ass."
Zeke pulls Tris to the corner of the room. "Stay here. He's got you as a target."
"What do you mean? Why did Four have to make me look like a fucking vulnerable girl?!" She asks, though Zeke shakes his head while holding a finger to his lips and walks away. A ping sounds, and Eric returns to his spot. Tris walks toward Christina and Will, making sure Four doesn't come near her.
Feel brave.
Forget arrogance and confidence.
Quite simple. Yet so hard to follow.
Your goal? Find the red button...
In the dark.
The catch is, you're not going forward, you're going down.
Three skills are required. Bravery, instincts, and luck.
There's no way to plan anything because you cannot see.
Though all you can do is trust your instincts, and fall.
As you go down, you will find little things along the way. Consider them your power-ups to help you through.
That being said, Best of luck.
Tris steps back and watches as the screen becomes completely dark. Then, like putting on night vision goggles, she and everyone else in the room are able too see through a faded green screen, except Uriah and Rita themselves.
As usual, her eyes flicker around the screen as she tries to take in their surroundings, somehow it looks familiar. Uriah waves his hands in front of him and begins taking slow tentative steps forward while Rita stays in place, hugging herself of fear.
Then it hits her.
She steps forward until she is standing next to Lynn again, though she speaks loud enough for everyone in Group B to hear. "I know this so freaking well."
Lynn gives her a side glance. Her voice bitter from emotion, "How so?"
She stares at the screen, continuing. "It's something I've played so many times in Minecraft. A dropper map. You jump, and hope that your positioning is right, so you'll safely land into the water."
Tris stares at the screen, remembering the earlier words. "Though, knowing the games so far, there's probably a few little edits..."
Lynn raises her eyebrows. "And if not?"
Tris raises a brow.
"If their positioning isn't right?" Lynn elaborates.
Tris lifts her hands and slams them together, making a 'poof' noise while doing so.
A/N- So that's basically happening. If you're not familiar with a dropper map, idk, I guess you can search up, 'Minecraft dropper map' and it'll show you this rainbow map thingy. Just know that I'm adding my own twist to the dropper map though, so even though in Minecraft you jump straight down and land in water, I'll be making alternations to it... Wait and see.
So that's that...
Sorry if I made any errors or grammatical mistakes! Felt obliged to get out a chapter after THE FREAKING TEASER TRAILER DAYUMM!
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