I dedicate this chapter to a tall, skinny guy who looks like he shouldn't be able to shove my head to the floor, but can anyway. Yes, Aaron, you have a chapter dedicated to you. Don't let it go to your head.
Disclaimer: I own only the plot and purple/lilac smoke/fumes, along with funky predications and fuzzy toads.
There was one class, out of all the others, that Hermione hated. She could handle Herbology, Transfiguration she loved, Astronomy she adored, Charms pleased her, Potions was a breeze now, Arithmancy she couldn't refuse, Ancient Runes made her think, and Care of Magical Creatures made her heart pound.
But Divination was the bane of her existence. Even though Trelawney hadn't been appointed yet, she still hated the subject. As did Lily, Marlene, Fred, George, Peter, Frank and Alice, all of those smart people who had said 'no' to it. But Arithmancy, Ancient Runes, Muggle Studies – all of those were booked, and Divination was the only one left.
She could hardly ask herself why.
"I don't want to go," she said, digging her heels in as Sirius and James tried to drag her with them, "Please – just leave me here in peace."
"No can do, Mione," Sirius said, still tugging, "You'll lose that pretty little title of yours."
"The smartest brunette of our generation simply can't fail a class!" James grinned at her, now digging his own heels in the opposite direction of her. "Come on Hermione – it's only an hour!"
"Only an hour of lies!" she huffed, still fighting against them, "How can a line on your palm tell you how long you live?"
"Just – come – on!" Sirius frowned, now leaning backwards with James. They finally succeeded in propelling her forward.
And into Remus.
"Ow!" they chorused before she sat up and glared at James and Sirius, both of whom were trying not to laugh.
"I hate both of you!" she huffed before turning and helping Remus up, "Sorry, Remus – the nice one – I didn't mean to hit you…again."
"It's alright Hermione," he laughed before offering her his arm, "Wanna go and skive off Divination?"
"I would love to, but alas, I can't."
"Why not?" he smiled, dropping his arm and arching an eyebrow, "You were all for it a minute ago."
"A minute ago, Sirius did not have my ankle charmed to his."
Looking down, he noticed that Sirius had, in fact, used a Sticking Charm on their ankles. He laughed before walking ahead, having the rest of them follow him. A few minutes later, they came to a stop at the North tower, staring up at the gaping dark hole that lead into the classroom.
"Good luck getting up there," James grinned before he shimmied up the silver ladder and into the Divination room. Remus laughed and followed him, peaking out over the edge with James to watch them.
"Now Hermione," Sirius turned to her, giving off an air of importance, "If I release us, will you promise not to run off?"
"No," she admitted truthfully.
He frowned, "Oh really?"
"Yes, really," she smirked, "I can't promise you that I will or won't run away. We'll just have to wait and see, won't we?"
He smirked back, "Hmm, yes, we will." He unstuck them and Hermione moved to run off. Instead, Sirius grabbed her and hoisted her into a bridal pose, making her try to wriggle away.
"No, Sirius, come on!" she pleaded, "Let me go!"
"Alright!" he grinned before looking up at James and Remus, "You two ready?"
"Yeah," they chorused, leaning down to hang their arms, palms up.
"What? Wait, Sirius, no!" she was now trying even harder to get away, "I'll go up, I swear, just don't throw me!"
"Promise?" he asked.
"Yes, okay, just put me down!"
He was silent for a moment before depositing her on her feet, having James and Remus whine their disappointment as they left the entryway. Hermione climbed up as quickly as she could, shooting a glare at him before her head poked through. James leaned over and helped her up, twirling one of her curls around to tease her. She batted him away and walked towards one of the tables, where Remus was already staring into an incense stick.
"Did you know," he started as she sat down, "that this thing smells like lavender?"
"Ugh, I hate lavender," she wrinkled her nose and waved some of the fumes away.
"There's a whole bunch of other scents over there," James said as he sat down, pointing over to a wall, "I think every table has a different scent."
"Each scent is supposed to mean something, or help you achieve something," Remus told them as Sirius joined them as well.
"Let's get something besides lavender," Hermione said, still waving away the fume, "Makes me think of Amortentia. Or my Aunt Nelly. Both make me shudder."
There was a sound of wind chimes before the professor, a woman with short, fluffy brown hair and pinkish robes, walked in.
"Today, class, we will be working on predictions," she said in an airy voice, "Predictions of the heart, to be precise."
James' eyes got big and he turned to those at the table to whisper, "She's not serious, is she?"
"No, I am," Sirius whispered back with a smile as everybody else frowned at him.
"Lavender – the scent on every table today," she continued as Hermione softly groaned, "Is widely known. It is used in bonfires at Midsummer as an offering to the Gods and Goddesses, and is also an ingredient of love potions. It is said to attract men, and in the home it brings peace, joy, and healing. But, alongside that, it also helps produce psychic awareness. Today, you shall need all of these – peace, joy, healing, love, and psychic awareness."
"Kill me now," Hermione whispered urgently to the boys, who just grinned at her and shook their heads.
"Please grab a crystal ball and hang it over your incense," Professor Larkspur said, "Wait until you see purple fumes inside, and then try to See. I shall be around to help you momentarily."
Everybody crowded around to grab a crystal ball, and once they had one they did as Larkspur asked. Remus watched as the fumes drifted around the crystal, Hermione watching silently as well as James and Sirius chatted.
"How're the fumes supposed to get in?" she asked, still watching as her crystal ball sat in her lap.
"No idea," he admitted.
"Look guys," Sirius said happily as he held both him and James' crystal balls, "My balls – they are crystal!"
Hermione rolled her eyes at him while he laughed at his own joke. James snatched his crystal ball back, stroking it and apologizing to it. Remus sighed once the fumes got inside, having him set it on its stand and watch it. Hermione was next, and soon everybody at the table had their own smoke-filled crystal ball.
"I see…nothing," Sirius admitted, "Just purple smoke."
"I see purple fumes," James said, "Think that'll count as a difference?"
"Lilac fumes," Hermione said.
"Lilac smoke," Remus said, "Great, we all have individual answers."
"Wonderful, let's go then," she sighed, dropping her head and looking up at the crystal ball.
"Not liking what you're seeing, dear?" Larkspur asked as she glided over to Hermione.
"I see nothing," she told her, picking her head up.
"Here, allow me," Larkspur leaned down and stared into it before gasping and standing up, "Oh my."
"Oh great – let me guess," Hermione propped her elbow on the table, "I will die alone with eighty seven cats, all named Poptart or Mister Tibbles, right?"
"No, no, my dear," she sniffed as she dabbed at her eyes with a handkerchief. "You have the most beautiful wedding. Everything pristine and white, with a Muggle wedding dress, and a loving groom awaiting you."
Everyone was silent before Hermione gave an unladylike snort before being thrown into a fit of giggles.
"N-no really!" she laughed, "J-just tell me – I get Mister Tibbles, don't I?"
Larkspur frowned down at her, hands on her hips, "I hardly see a laughing matter in your love life."
"Professor Larkspur, with all due respect, I laugh because I have no love life," she smiled back at her, "And I'm perfectly fine with it. You must have witnessed one of my friend's weddings – ooh, I hope I'm a bride's maid!"
"You'd rather be a bride's maid than a bride?" James asked incredulously.
"I get color," she shrugged back, "And I won't have to worry about preparations and all that."
Remus shook his head at her, although with a smile, "You are probably the only girl I know who thinks like that."
"Aww – thanks, Remy," she batted her eyes at him as Larkspur moved on to Sirius.
"My dear boy, I see…I see a black haired man…" she told him.
"Oh great – I show up to my own wedding," Sirius grinned at his friends.
"…Who is awaiting you…." she finished.
Sirius' eyes popped out of his head and everybody at the table gaped at him before they finally laughed out loud.
"WHAT?" he roared, jumping up and looking at the professor, "No! No way! There's no freaking way! No! No!" and with that, he ran down the silver ladder, screaming as he did.
"Oh, no, wait, that must have been your best man!" she called after him. "Perhaps you were late to your wedding!"
"D-don't worry, Professor," James gasped for air, "W-we'll tell him."
"In a few days," Hermione breathed. James and Remus went back to laughing, James having to rub his eyes and Remus having to double over.
Professor Larkspur sighed before another girl spoke up, "Professor, I don't think the crystal balls were cleansed properly before we used them. Mine showed me marrying Cornelius Armatruese, and he's a prat."
"Oh, yes," Professor Larkspur touched a hand to her own cheek, "Yes, I completely forgot – I had some young ladies from the Astronomy class predict some horoscopes before this period, and they left rather hurriedly. I don't believe we did cleanse all of them. Well, then go to page 24 of 'Unfogging the Future' and study incense meanings, and I shall cleanse them all myself."
"So…I got somebody else's?" Hermione said, peering into the orb as if she could get a glimpse of something.
"And so did Sirius," James said, "Wonder whose they were before."
"Dunno," Remus shrugged as he got the book out of his bag.
"Sirius, honestly, just come out," James said, frowning at the wooden door.
"What is that supposed to mean?" he snapped from inside.
"Come out of the dorm room, you nutter!" he pounded on the door again.
"It wasn't your predication – it was somebody else's!" Remus shouted.
"How do you know?"
"Marceline's showed her marrying a western tycoon!" Hermione shouted from the Common Room, "See if that helps!"
"Did you hear that, Sirius?" James said, "Marceline hates cowboys, remember?"
"Things change, Prongs!" he sniffled, "I – I'm going to get married to a bloke!"
"You are not," Remus sighed, "Look, will you just step out here? It's rather off-putting talking to a door."
"No!"
"What's with Sirius?" Lily asked from the bottom of the staircase, "Hermione tried to explain it to me, but she started laughing too hard to finish."
James sighed and turned around to her, "Larkspur gave Sirius a predication that, at the end of the aisle, a black haired man was awaiting him. We're trying to convince him that it was somebody else's predication."
Lily paled a few shades, although from where he was, he couldn't quite tell, "W-well, Marlene, Alice and I had to use the crystal balls for Astronomy class. Marlene got one like that."
"See?" Remus exclaimed, "It was probably Marlene's!"
There was a silence before the door opened and Sirius looked warily at them, "You sure?"
"Yes," the three answered.
"Positive?"
"Absolutely."
"One hundred percent certain?"
"Completely."
He glared warily at them before stepping out, shutting the door behind him, "I'm asking Larkspur to redo mine. Just in case."
"Great, now come on – we're going to be late to Defense Against the Dark Arts," Remus frowned at him.
"So I don't quite understand why you won't believe yours," Marlene frowned at Hermione across the dorm room, "I mean, most girls would kill for a loving guy awaiting to marry you – they spend their whole lives trying to find it, but you just laugh it off and suspect that it was somebody else's?"
"I'm not trying to find 'true love,' Marlene," Hermione told her, "I'm just going a step at a time."
"Name your steps then, Lady Granger," Alice said, tapping her quill to her lips and arching her eyebrows at her.
"Finish Hogwarts alive for one," she smiled, "Move out, get a stable job and then find a job I like. After that, it's anybody's guess."
"So, possibly a one to two year plan for you?" Lily furrowed her eyebrows at her, "The hell is wrong with you? There's supposed to be a family planned out, a husband and a certain number and a certain gender of children!"
"What's yours then, Lily?" Hermione asked.
"I am very simple," she said, "One husband should do for me, and a little boy or girl."
"Whose the husband?" she continued, making the redhead pale and hide behind her hair.
"My husband is a cowboy, and we're gonna have three little girls and I'm going to move over to America and wow everybody with my accent," Marlene proclaimed with a grin.
"Frank and I are going to get married once we're out of Hogwarts," Alice said, a beaming smile on her face, "I want a little boy."
"Hey, Sirius got a weird predication today in class," Hermione said, "Who else was with you guys when you did your Astronomy thing?"
"It was just us," Alice shrugged as Lily faded into her bed curtains, trying to hide.
"So if you have a western tycoon," Hermione pointed at Marlene before turning to Alice, "And you marry Frank, then that means…" Hermione gasped before tackling Lily, grinning and beaming as she did, "Oh, Lily, I knew it! I knew it, I knew it, I knew it!"
"Shut up, Hermione!" Lily said as she shooed away the excited girl, "It couldn't be him!"
"Oh, but Lily Flower, you should see your eyes," Alice stated, "The way you look at him when you think no one's watching, and you've been extraordinarily nice to him, and then you've been hanging out with him more and more – "
"I'm not hanging out with him, I'm hanging out with Hermione," Lily frowned over at her, "She just hangs out with them more."
"Because of Fred and George!" Hermione called, "I have to watch them and make sure they don't get us expelled."
"Hey, where have Fred and George been, anyway?" Marlene asked, "I haven't seen them since dinner, they haven't shown up in the Common Room since then."
Hermione froze before scrambling off of Lily's bed, cursing as she did and trying to find a pair of shoes.
"Hermione!" Alice hissed worriedly, "What are you doing? It's after-hours!"
"Oh honestly," Hermione scoffed as she put on the shoes, "Have you or have you not been in the same House as the Marauders for seven years?" She then walked out of the girls' dorm, hopping down the staircase and walking over to the portrait hole. She completely missed the boy lounging across the couch until he spoke.
"Wotcher, Mione," James said, making her jump and whirl around at him. He was sprawled across the couch, book in his hand, although he looked as if he had been contemplating dozing off.
"Hey, James," she smiled, putting a piece of hair behind her ear.
"Where are you off to?" he asked, arching an eyebrow at her.
"Nowhere," she hesitated, looking around and trying to find a different topic.
"Ahh – I'm familiar with it," he said as he sat up, "Now why do you need to go there? It's usually reserved for the felonious. 'Course, I'm not saying I doubt you – I'm just saying that I can't see your reason for being there this late."
"I want to talk to Fred and George," she stated simply.
"Ahhh," he stood up and stretched out his shoulders, "Well, I can get you there pretty quick without being noticed, if you want the help."
"Really?" she grinned at him, "Thanks, James! Err – but how?"
He winked and ran up the staircase, sliding next to his trunk to reach in and pull out a shimmery fabric. Sirius immediately pounced on him once he saw it.
"Ooohh – what type of mischief are we getting into now, Jamesie?" he said gleefully.
"Nah-ah," James shook his head and reached the cloak farther away from Sirius, "Not you – me and Mione."
"Hey!" he said indignantly, "You can't have two birds!"
"What?" he frowned at his friend, "What's that mean?"
"You can't have Lily and Hermione!"
"Who can't have Lily and Hermione?" Remus asked, wiping toothpaste foam away from his mouth and inspecting it on the back of his hand before wiping it off on his jeans.
"James!" Sirius pointed at the frozen teenager.
Soon, James was laughing and slumped over on the floor, trying to keep his laughs quiet.
"Y-you think that I l-like Mione l-like that?" James giggled, "Hehehe – Siri, I think you got one too many heels to the head the other night."
Remus shook his head at his friend before picking up the edge of the cloak and sighing, "Oh great – what're we doing tonight?"
James pursed his lips and grinned over at Sirius before standing up and clapping Remus on the back, "You're going to go help Hermione find Fred and George, Moony."
"Why?" he asked.
James tossed his hands in the air, "I don't know. Just go help her, yeah?"
Remus shrugged and took the cloak with him down the stairs. James then turned to Sirius with a smirk, who was grinning.
"When do you think they'll realize Fred and George have been sitting in the corner of the Common Room for two hours now?" he asked.
"I don't know," James sighed before grinning and slinging an arm over his shoulders, "About the same time we get them together, hm?"
"Sounds about right, Prongs," he grinned back.
Fred and George chose that moment to walk up to the dorm, grinning at them as they dropped off their bags next to their beds.
"So…why is Hermione looking for us when we were right there?" Fred asked.
"Why didn't you speak up?" James asked, arching an eyebrow.
Fred and George exchanged glances before laughing. James and Sirius soon joined in, leaving Frank to slump into the room, looking agitated.
"It's too bloody late for this," he grumbled as he plopped down on his bed, "Why is it that I have to share a room with six pranksters?"
Lily giggled as she twirled around Hermione's hair, singing softly, "Hermione…Hermione, dear…oh Hermione, you need to wake up."
Hermione mumbled, "Don't wanna."
"Oh, I think you'll want to."
"Whysat?"
"Your hair is in the syrup."
Hermione jumped up, inspecting her hair as Lily laughed. She glared at her redheaded friend upon finding that there wasn't any syrup near her. George slid into the seat next to her, putting an arm on her shoulder and grinning at her.
"So, Mione, heard you were out looking for Freddie and I last night," he smiled, "Why was that?"
"I…I don't remember," she said before turning and hitting her head on his shoulder, "I'm so tired, George."
He patted her head, chuckling, "I'm sorry, Hermione. What do you have today?"
She sighed and closed her eyes, thinking, "Err…I think I have Potions – "
" – Transfiguration," Lily corrected.
" – And Divination – "
" – Charms," she corrected again.
" – And Arithmancy – "
" – You don't even have Arithmancy at all."
"Right…what do I have then?"
"How the bloody hell should I know?"
"You're Lily!"
"And you're Hermione! And he's George!" she gasped and pointed at James, who was walking towards them, "And there's James!"
James promptly froze in his tracks and stared at her, mouth open. George and Hermione shared a look before looking back at him.
"You okay, mate?" George asked.
"Err – James?" Hermione asked, "James, you might want to move, you nearly got run over by some first years that time."
"You called me James," he blinked, still staring at Lily.
"Yes…?" she blinked at him.
"You never call me James."
Lily gave the faintest of blushes, but brushed it off, "Oh come on, Potter, surely I must have called you by your first name before now."
"No, no, see – right there. You called me Potter then, not James. And you just called me James."
She glared at him, but he stared right back at her. Neither of them spoke for a while, and Hermione and George shared curious glances. Remus walked forward and saw the two before sighing, getting a book out of his bag and clearing a place at the table. He jumped up onto the bench and promptly dropped the book on the table, making the bystanders jump and stare at him as he jumped down and put the book back in its place. And with that, he sat down, pulling the objects back into the places they had started at.
"As I was saying," James continued, "You never call me James, and you just did."
"So?" she said, exasperated with him as he sat down.
"So – we're friends now," he grinned at her.
She arched an eyebrow at him, "Really? Just because I called you James?"
"I thought you already were friends," George furrowed his brow at them.
"My friends call me James, Lily has never called me James before now."
Hermione turned to George and sighed, "I can't believe it, but I'm starting to miss Ron, of all people."
George laughed and reached for a pancake.
"Who's Ron?" Remus asked her.
She winced, "Ron was a very close friend of mine – a little slow, not very observant, but still my friend."
"Sounds like Sirius," Remus muttered, making her grin at him as the person in question walked towards them.
"Morning, Lovelies!" he called before waving to James, Remus and George, "And you three."
"Morning, Padfoot," James smiled a little warily at him, "Why're you so happy this morning?"
"You haven't seen the notice board, have you?" he said excitedly, practically jumping up and down in his seat, "Hogsmeade's this weekend! I can't wait! Only three more days until I am reunited with Honeydukes!"
"Oh yeah, Hogsmeade!" Remus grinned happily, "I forgot, it is this weekend!"
"I can't wait," James grinned as well, "Jeremy Bluncher says he's going to try to snog Madam Rosmerta."
Sirius puffed up, "I should say not! The bar maiden is mad for me!"
"You wish," Lily snorted. James chuckled back at her. She smiled at him and then turned to Hermione and George, "Are you excited?"
"No," they answered together, going back to their breakfast.
The others gaped at them in horror as Sirius asked, very loudly, "Why not?"
"We can't go," George answered, shrugging.
"Why not?" Lily asked this time.
"Our parents didn't sign the form," Hermione said.
"Didn't even know there was a form," George sighed.
"So no Hogsmeade for us," she finished.
"I don't have to go to Hogsmeade, you know," Lily said quickly, "I can hang out with you and – "
"Lily, relax, we're fine," Hermione smiled, "I've got to work on something anyway. Fred and George have each other for company, so we're fine."
"But…" she bit her lip, looking between the two.
"We're fine," they said together.
And with that and Fred and Peter joining in, they had a relatively quiet breakfast. Or, at least, as quiet as it could be when the Marauders and twins were around.
Hermione sighed in Transfiguration, sitting there and staring at her very soft, gray bunny, who had been an ugly brown toad a few minutes again. It looked at her and wiggled its nose at her and she sighed again.
"Missing your squashed-faced cat, Mione?" Fred said sympathetically from behind her, although he was glaring at his fuzzy toad, "Just go get a new one."
"I'd have to go to Diagon Alley for that," she frowned over her shoulder, snorting at George's mutated bunny-frog. "And I can't even go to Hogsmeade to see if there was a shop, so I can't get a new one." She was silent for another moment before turning back around to glare at him, "And Crookshanks' face is not squashed in."
"The tip of his nose is in between his eyes, Hermione," George told her, "I think he's pretty much squashed in."
"Oh leave her cat alone," Marlene said, swirling around in her seat to look at Hermione, "Look, I'll take some pictures at Hogsmeade of some kittens that I think you'd like, and you'll pick one out. Next time there's a trip, I'll go and get it for you."
Hermione bit her lip, "I dunno, I'd have to think about it. And, y'know, write mum and dad."
"I understand," she smiled back as Lily bended over backwards to smile at her and Alice, who was muttering under her breath as she tried to remember the correct way to hold her wand. The bunny hopped over to Alice's toad and sniffed it, making it give a huge croak.
"But…what'll happen to the toad?" Frank asked Professor McGonagall, "Maybe he likes being a toad and doesn't want to be a rabbit."
Professor McGonagall sighed, "In that case, Mister Longbottom, you can have a detention, the toad, and use extra credit to keep your grades up, or change the toad into a rabbit."
Frank thought about this for a moment before turning to the toad and picking it up. "Trevor! You have a home!" He then hugged the frog, smiling as its eyes bugged out. Alice saw this and groaned as McGonagall facepalmed.
"Gryffindor House just earned a new student everybody!" Frank grinned as he stood up to hold Trevor, much like Rafiki did to Simba.
"GO TREVOR!" Sirius cheered. James snorted as Remus rolled his eyes at him, Peter fretting as his bunny sprouted warts and started croaking.
"Seeing as I doubt any of you will be able to concentrate now, I'll just pick up your progress," McGonagall sighed before turning to Lily and picking up her snow white bunny to put in a cage that was floating along behind her. Alice gave a terrified squeak before flicking her wand, having a muddy brown colored rabbit sitting there. The professor arched her eyebrow but said nothing as she collected the rabbit. She walked over to Fred and George and winced.
"He's – err…" George grimaced as he held his mutated bunny-toad out to her, "He's special."
"Mine's experimenting with his hair," Fred grinned as he depositing his fuzzy toad in the cage.
Once everybody's animal was collected, McGonagall stopped back at her desk and faced them all, "As you know, the permission forms for Hogsmeade are due the day of the Hogsmeade trip, but seeing as it's only due tomorrow, I can take the Gryffindors' up now instead of having you wait." She then produced a list and her wand and started saying the students' names and accioing their permission slips. "Accio Lily Evans' Hogsmeade permission form," for example. Once she landed on where the Grangers' names were supposed to be, she pursed her lips and looked up over the top of the paper at them.
She said, "Accio Hermione, Fred, and George's Hogsmeade permission form." With a flutter, a piece of paper came zooming out underneath the door and over to her, shock evident on the three's faces.
"But - ?" Fred blinked.
"How?" George asked.
"You liar," Alice hissed to Hermione, "You lied. You can go to Hogsmeade!"
"I didn't know!" Hermione whispered back.
"Pick out your own kitten!" Marlene grinned over her shoulder.
"Name it after me!" Lily smiled, bending backwards again.
After Transfiguration, when Hermione and the twins went their separate ways, James, Sirius and Remus ganged up on her as they headed for Care of Magical Creatures.
"You said you couldn't go!" Sirius started.
"You said you didn't know there was a form!" James crowed.
"Were you trying to ditch us?" Remus asked, grinning at her as they walked down the stairs.
"No, I didn't know there was a form and I don't know how my parents got it," she said, "They're not too fond of owls."
"Ask Dumbledore about it," Sirius shrugged.
"But, anyway – you're cleared to go to Hogsmeade!" James bounced, beaming, "We are going to show you everything!"
"Honeydukes, Zonko's, Quality Quidditch Supplies," Sirius started.
"And once you're bored of all that, I can take you to the bookstore," Remus grinned at her, wrapping an arm around her and pulling her in to his side, "Because we all know I'm your favorite."
"Considering you seem to be the only one who hasn't pranked me or lied to me, yes," she wrapped an arm around his middle, "You are my favorite." And they walked on, oblivious to the looks James and Sirius were giving each other.
Soon, they both silently said to each other, soon….
Okay, so to start it off – no, I am not a homophobe. But I just think it would be funny if Sirius looked into the future and saw himself as a gay guy, seeing as he's entirely obsessed with girls. So I'm sorry if that offended anybody, please forgive me. And, err, let's see…what else…umm…I can't think of anything else to say here.
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