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Everyone was mesmerized when we walked together to our lab table. I didn't know whether or not anyone else noticed that he no longer angled his chair away from me, but rather sat very close - almost close enough for our arms to touch. It was a distracting sensation.

Mr. Banner came in soon after announcing it was a movie day, to which relieved me. It seemed to relieve the rest of the class too, since people started high-fiving and celebrating in their own ways. As he pulled the metal frame on wheels and the ancient TV into the room, I saw people zip out their cell phones. I thought about opening mine, but Edward was so close. I needed to remember that tonight I had to call Arie and tell her what's been going on.

I winced, I could imagine her screaming in my ear already.

"Something wrong?" Edward asked. I looked at him wide-eyed, had my wince been outward?

"No, nothing. I'm just thinking." I mumbled, turning my eyes to watch Mr. Banner plug the television in and put in the movie. Edward, as always, was fascinated by this.

"What about?"

"Um...the movie?" I offered. He smiled at me, not seeming to be upset.

"You really are a terrible liar."

"Well, I was just thinking about how I had to call my friend."

"Which caused you to grimace?" He questioned tauntingly, his eyes taunting. I bit my lip and tried looking away from him, just so I could get my thoughts in order. Mr. Banner had just turned off the lights and it seemed that the movie was beginning. I dropped my voice to a whisper, so we wouldn't get in trouble and therefore have more attention on us.

"If you were to know her, you would understand." I explained with a small smile. "My best friend is a little...loud."

"I hope one day I will get to."

That was all that was said as I pondered the idea of him meeting Arie. He really planned to stay around that long? Surely he knew that Arie wasn't coming back for summer break or anything like that - she was sadly going to France without me. He thought that we would still be around each other for long enough that he could wait it out?

It was a comforting thought that added even more meaning to the hypersensitivity I had with Edward sitting so close to me. When the opening credits began I was surprised by the surges of electricity I could feel in the air between our bodies, it made me want to touch him and give into the sensations. To quell this, I shoved my hands into my bag and dragged out a notebook. I put a paper on the table and began to doodle mindlessly, anything to keep at least one of my hands busy. Had I been left handed like my brother, it would have been even easier since that was the side closest to him.

Every now and then I couldn't help it as my eyes flickered over to him. I also couldn't help but smile when I realized he seemed as tense as I did, both his hands in fists and under his arms. His eyes were also peering sideways to me - when I grinned, he grinned and when I looked away, I felt his eyes smouldering on my cheek. I tried to keep from hyperventilating...I didn't have my puffer, yet again. Perhaps it was something I should consider bringing around with me, were things to work out between us.

The hour seemed ridiculously long. The movie made no sense to me because I couldn't pay attention. I tried to relax, even write down some of my favourite lyrics to songs, but the electric current was far too distracting. Who ever would have thought I could be more aware of Edward than I already had been? Each time I stole a glance at him, I realized that he was looking right back at me and I contemplated whether or not he was lying about his inability to read my mind.

I was almost too happy when Mr. Banner flicked the lights back on for the end of class. I stretched my arms out in front of me, flexing my stiff fingers, my right hand having drawn, my left hand clenched in a fist - but I knew that was not why they were aching. They had wanted to touch his skin all period and I had held them back like a leash. Edward chuckled beside me.

"Well," he murmured quietly. "That was interesting." His voice was dark and his eyes were cautious.

"Very." I mumbled back, slinging my bag over my shoulder and grabbing my sheet of paper, crumpling it dramatically, just to give my fingers an outlet for their frustration.

"Why would you destroy that? It was quite good." I blushed.

"Just doodles. Nothing worth keeping." I crumpled it more and threw it into the trashcan from ten feet away. I stopped walking when I saw that it had successfully gone into the trashcan and looked at him with wide eyes. "Maybe gym won't be so bad after all?"

Edward dropped me off with a silent grace, as he normally had and as I turned to say goodbye had to stop dead. His beautiful face was torn and pained with some sort of internal battle yet again, but it was so fierce that my goodbye was choked by my shock.

Slowly, he raised his hand and swiftly brushed the length of my cheekbone with the back of his hand, it made my mouth drop in shock. His skin was icy but yet the touch burned - maybe my skin understood metaphors for passion.

"I hope it isn't that bad," he whispered to me. Then, without a goodbye he spun away from me and down the hall.

It was that bad. In fact, I am sure it was worse. I couldn't get out of the daze that Edward had left me in and since I was so entranced, I couldn't seem to do anything properly. Mike had graciously offered to be on my team and save me from everything that was inevitably trying to hit me in the face, but in reality, people should always remember to be afraid of me.

After slapping Mike in the shoulder with my racket, tripping over my feet and somehow catching the racket in my hair as I hit myself, then being unable to serve the birdie and when I could, hitting someone in the face with it - really, that one should not have been my fault, they fall slowly - I was pulled off the court. Mike won three of the four games single-handedly. He gave me an unearned high-five when class ended.

"So," he began slowly. I looked up at him, now having to pay attention to him since he had been so kind today. "You and Cullen, huh?"

The affection disappeared.

"None of your business..." I warned lowly.

"I don't like it." He stated. I stopped walking to the change room and spun on him, crossing my arms impatiently.

"Oh, you don't? I'm sorry I didn't take that into further consideration."

"It's just...he looks at you like-like you're something to eat."

I let out a guffaw, completely uncertain of how to respond. He glowered at me. I was very soon to accuse and say that he "should tell him if you find a good recipe then" , but I was not here to embarrass him. I glared at him.

"Bad books, Mike. You're in my bad unnecessary-talking-doesn't-know-what-he's-saying books."

By the time I had come out of my stupor and changed out of my gym clothes, Edward Cullen was leaning against the side of the gym. I looked for any sign he had heard what Mike had said to me, but his face was far less troubled. In fact, he looked amused.

"Hi," I drawled suspiciously.

"Hello." His answering smile was brilliant. "How was Gym?"

"...Fine." my smile had fallen by this point and I was sure the lie was obvious.

"Really?" He said, unconvinced. He suddenly looked over my shoulder and narrowed his eyes - at Mike Newton. Well, it seems he had heard.

"...It was no big deal." I said with a shrug.

"Newton is getting on my nerves." His eyes slid back to mine. "The things he thinks about you-"

"You listened again?" I asked in horror. He closed his mouth, fighting a smile as he made his eyes large and innocent.

"How's your head?"

"Unbelievable!" I turned, stomping away. "I keep trying not to look a fool in front of you and you just keep looking for r-" I tripped over the lip of the exit to the school. I straightened myself up. "Reasons to think it." I finished. He was trying hard to be noble and fight off his smile.

"You were the one to point out I had never before seen you in Gym. I was curious."

"Not a reason." I muttered. "And today was worse than normal! I'm mortified!"

I was even more mortified when we had to walk through the group of boys all crowded and drooling over Rosalie's BMW. They all stopped their drooling to look at us in shock, people still not understanding that we could be friends. No one was friends with a Cullen.

"Keep your eyes on the car - that's 333 horsepower right there. Much more interesting." The boys mouths dropped.

"You know cars!"

"That was not at all the proper thing to say to deviate attention, Vivienne." Edward scolded, but there was a smile on his face to tell me he wasn't upset. Still angry with him, I turned my chin away and sat in the car. He looked over and sighed.

"Will you forgive me if I apologize?"

"Maybe. If you mean it - then promise to never do it again."

He snorted in disbelief. I hadn't thought I would get away with it..."What if I mean it and agree to let you drive Saturday?" Even though it meant that he would be listening in again, I knew that they were the best conditions I would get so I jumped on the possibility.

"Fine, I guess." I played coy, waiting for his apology. He seemed to see the smile in my eyes, though as he turned fully to me with his burning eyes.

"I am very sorry that I upset you." After that moment of sincerity his eyes were again playful. "And I'll be on your doorstep bright and early on Saturday morning."

"I don't think Charlie will be fooled if there is a Volvo still left in my driveway." I explained with a raised eyebrow. His smile was now condescending.

"I wasn't intending to bring a car."

"Then how on earth -"

"Don't worry about it. I'll be there, no car." He left the thought hanging there as he reversed the car out of the parking spot, going out of the parking lot and going his regular speed that made me uncomfortable.

"Is it later?" I asked, referring to the conversation he promised we would have.

"I suppose so." He frowned. I kept my expression polite as I waited for him to speak. I looked at him for a long moment and he stopped the car. Looking up, I saw we were at Charlie's. I rolled my eyes. It had only taken three minutes for this to happen. It usually took me near fifteen from parking lot to house.

"And you still want to know why you can't see me hunt?" He clarified, but I saw a trace of humour.

"I was more questioning your reaction." I explained, surprised when my voice came out as a whisper.

"Did I frighten you?" I bit my lip and shook my head. It was almost as obvious a lie as if I had spoken it. "I apologize for scaring you," he persisted with a slight smile, but then all evidence of teasing disappeared. "It was just the very thought of you being there...while we hunted," his jaw tightened.

"That would be bad?"

"Extremely." He said through gritted teeth.

"May I inquire as to why?" I urged poetically, making my eyes as wide as a doe's while I tried to pass off what I just said as my normal way of speaking. Not even close.

"Of course you may." His smirk was almost as large as my eyes and it seemed we were both having trouble keeping straight faces.

"Why?" He didn't speak. "I'll just ask my friend who told me all the vampire stuff and then have unrealistic expectations and who knows what else I would be lead to believe-"

He looked at me, clearly unimpressed. "When we hunt," he began, speaking slowly and unwillingly. "We give ourselves over to our senses...govern less with our minds. Especially our sense of smell. If you were anywhere near me when I lost control that way..." He shook his head. I kept my face firmly under control, not that my face would have given anything away. I wasn't upset, surprised, or frightened by this.

Our eyes held each other and the silence deepened and changed into a mutual understanding of something more than that I wasn't afraid of him. Flickers of the electricity from this after noon began to charge the car and my very skin. I stopped breathing, just to see if it would change anything - but all it did was make my chest hurt. When I sucked in another breath, the illusion was shattered.

"Vivienne, I think you should go inside now." His low voice was rough. The dismissal stabbed a little bit and I winced as I reached for the car door, much more willingly than the night before. The cool draft that entered the car helped me gather in a sting to my lungs that helped me think normally. I stepped out of the car and closed the door behind me - it was the sound of the unrolling window that made me turn.

"Oh, Liv?" It was something he rarely called me and for some reason it didn't sound right coming from him. His words were so archaic in time - possibly because of how old he was - that Vivienne sounded more appropriate. I usually hated people calling me Vivienne just because they forgot to put the French accent on and it sounded horrid with the customary American twang, but with him - it was natural. I liked it better than Liv, even though it meant that he was getting closer to me.

"Yes?"

"Tomorrow, it's my turn." I turned my head in question. "To ask the questions."

"Then I have one request." He raised his eyebrows. I smiled. "Keep calling me Vivienne. You care enough to put the accent - it means something different when you say it."

"Ironic, no?" He smiled, and without another word he was gone.

I smiled as I got into the house, at least he would be there tomorrow since he was so determined to know how my brain worked. It was a small guarantee that went a long way towards my happiness. Dad came home late from work and I was so excited for tomorrow to come that I left him instructions to microwave dinner to warm it up and went to an early bed - reading some Pride and Prejudice to pass the time until exhaustion hit me and I fell asleep with the book open in my hands.

Edward was featured in all my dreams that night - even though that was not unusual. The climate of the consciousness, however, was a definite change. It was co-starred by that thrilling electricity and static that constantly charged between the two of us and I found that I was waking often from the intensity of his cold, burning touches.

When I woke up I was still tired because of the marvelous dreams that had kept me tossing and turning. I showered and pulled on a tight fitting, pullover emerald hoodie and some acid washed jeans with green ballet flats. I combed through my hair and was surprised to see Charlie downstairs. Breakfast was quiet until Charlie seemed to remember what day it was.

"About this Saturday..." he began slowly, walking across the kitchen and watering off his plate.

"Yes, Dad?" I cringed.

"Are you still set on going to Seattle?"

"That was the plan." I grimaced, hoping that he wouldn't catch up on the past tense that was used. He didn't seem to since he was so distracted by washing his dish.

"And you're sure you can't make it back in time for the dance?"

"There is no way in Hell I'm going to that dance." I glared.

"Didn't anyone ask you?" He asked, trying to hide his surprise and nervousness over the question.

"Do you really want to talk about this, Dad?"

"No, not really." He admitted sheepishly.

"Likewise."

"Well...you have a good day, then." Charlie said awkwardly, shifting from foot to foot before deciding that the atmosphere was a little too awkward for him. It was simply put as we usually didn't have these kids of conversations. I sympathized with him. I assumed that being a harder was next to the hardest job in the world - next to being a mother. When I heard the cruiser pull away from the driveway, I got my books ready and could only wait seconds before peeking behind the curtains.

There he was, in all of his beautiful glory, sitting in his Volvo right where Charlie had just disappeared in his cruiser. His talent for appearing and disappearing will never cease to amaze me. I wondered if this bizarre routine would continue and if it did, would it inevitably lead to future cardiac arrest from his driving, or his adorable comments?

He waited in the car, not appearing to watch as I shut the door behind me - there was no need to lock it here in Forks. I paused shyly before I opened the door, worried about what mood he would be in today - something that I thought may never stop happening. He was smiling and relaxed and his perfect beauty was nearly excruciating.

"Good morning." He greeted happily. "How are you today?" He had no need to ask. I could see as his face changed while he noticed my bagged eyes, my pale complexion, my exhaustion.

"Good, thank you," I was always good when I was near him.

His gaze lingered on me sadly, he did not look happy with it. "You look tired."

"I am tired. I couldn't sleep at all." I admitted with a sigh. I fingered through my hair and saw him smirking.

"Neither could I." he teased as he started the engine. I was beginning to enjoy the quiet purr. I was sure that my truck would end up scaring me whenever the next time was that I would drive it.

"I guess that's right. No complaining for me."

"You slept a bit more." He told. "But it seems not enough. I'm sorry you had trouble sleeping." I blushed, trying not to think about what dreams had kept me tossing.

"It's not your fault." It sounded like a blatant lie, so I covered it by adding, "What did you do last night?"

"Not a chance." He chuckled. "It's my day to ask questions."

"Oh that's right. I'm kind of afraid...alright, start your torture." I couldn't imagine what he would want to know about me. My life was not so thrilling in comparison to his.

"What is your favourite colour?" I smiled.

"So trivial?" I mocked. "Green."

"So this was a good place for you to move." He smiled. "Why green?"

"I find that it's the colour with the truest shading. When you go into certain shades of yellow it starts to go brown, same with red and blues start to go gray or black...but green? Green always looks green, no matter how light or dark. It's beautiful in it's differences."

"Wise answer." He smiled thoughtfully, with raised eyebrows. I pouted as a joke.

"Don't sound too shocked."

"What CD is in your CD player right now?" I thought about that and blinked multiple times.

"I don't think I have a CD player right now. I live off this-" I pulled my iPod out of my bag. "And it's currently on my 'stars' play list."

"'Stars play list'?" He repeated. I blushed.

"Yeah. Um...I tend to love songs that are about stars. Astronomy really means a lot." I looked out the window. "The clouds have been preventing it since I moved but...I like the rain."

"You like the rain?" He asked with a raised eyebrow. "The first day we spoke you said you hated the cold and wet." I was surprised that he had remembered it - probably word for word, but I shrugged, understanding what he had misunderstood.

"I don't like the snow. And I don't like too much rain...but I do like rain. But I favour thunder storms. Sometimes I have to listen to them to go to sleep."

And it was questions like this that filled my day. Walking to each class and all lunch hour, even writing down questions and answers in Biology instead of doing work. He kept the piece of paper - but something told me he had committed it to memory and didn't need to.

I talked about Phoenix and how I loved the sun, even though there was a lack of rain. He mentioned how I had gotten darker so I told him how I was part Quileute - which seemed to unnerve him for a bit. Though he wanted to know more about my life than particular people, I told him all about my family and he seemed interested to hear about my friends: especially Asher and Arie. Arie held interest because she was the vampire lover who let me know everything and because she was my best friend. He told me he had specific questions about her for later.

I think he wanted to hear about Asher because before that he had asked for the names of all my boyfriends and realized that Asher and I had been in a relationship. He was glad when he heard it wasn't a successful one and we realized we were much better off friends. He was not as happy to hear about other boyfriends I'd dated, but those were assumptions because he never said anything.

But it seemed he really liked hearing the little things. Things like how my favourite band was Kings of Leon because they were so different than anyone else, that my favourite television show was Gossip Girl - not for the storyline, but the fashion and the life style itself, or the fact that I played a few instruments and he raised an eyebrow when I told him it wasn't well enough for him to ever hear. He seemed fascinated by my art training - though not surprised that I was terrible at acting, he was fascinated; and he even made me go into details about why my favourite food was lasagne. Mostly he liked listening to me talk about books. And that was where we stayed for a long time, talking about the endless amounts of books that I constantly read.

"Why do you like reading older works?" He asked me as I left from gym. My face was still flushed from walking around because we had stopped working on badminton and played tennis today. Tennis actually required running around the court because of the faster speed and I was overheated.

"The language." I whispered, still out of breath. "It sounds so archaic, but so proper. Regal, sometimes. I think it's nicer to read." I was glad I was already flushed as I let out my confession. "It's one of the first things I noticed about you. You speak like that. Like all the novels I read...It's endearing."

"What's your favourite gem stone?"

"Tigers Eye." I mumbled, purposely looking away from him.

"Are you lying?" He asked, his voice both with confusion and amusement.

"Not...lying, exactly." I mumbled. "It kinda...changes?"

"Changes?" He questioned.

"Yes...if you would have asked me two weeks ago I would have said Onyx...maybe Hemitite. Or if you asked me after Port Angeles, I would have said topaz..." He cocked his head to the side. "Your eyes fascinate me a little bit."

"They're a symbol of what I am." He frowned, looking at me scornfully. I matched his intensity but with a look more innocent.

"I know they are. But 'what you are' is different to me than it is to you." I blushed. I wasn't going in to how his eyes being lighter meant that he would stick around, that he would want to be around me and that I would want him even more - though it seemed impossible. I didn't go into detail that I feared for him when his eyes were black, that I feared him. And currently - I feared his response.

The pause was short, he had decided to save me yet again. "What kinds of flowers do you prefer?"

"Roses." I said at once. "I know that they're cheesy because of how common they are but they're-"

"Elegant." He finished. "Which colour?"

"The red are so romantic. But...well, white is sweet...yellow can be sweet too, though. Oh and blue! Blue roses are wonderful, if you can find a nice one - one that's not too obviously dyed but not too pale, you know? And I've heard black roses are nice. I think they would be elegant too, but I've never seen one-"

"So you really couldn't decide?" He taunted.

"Not really. That's why my second favourite flowers are the day lilies. I think that's what they're called. I used to call them fire-lilies. Because they're red at the tips and fade into yellow."

"I've seen them." He smiled. "They are beautiful."

"Yes. I'm the 'stop in the grocery store and smell the roses' kind of girl." I smirked.

But as we got into the car, the questions started to get more and more difficult. By the time I was buckled in he was asking me things like what I missed most about home, insisting on thorough descriptions when he didn't understand something.

We sat in his car for hours, waiting as the sun dipped low behind the trees. I answered each question as best I could and though there were more times he was looking thoughtful than smiling, the mood was just as electric and optimistic as it could have been. He liked my descriptions of my favourite sounds - running water, crunching leaves, thunder, and music - along with my favourite smells like garlic, campfire, burning leaves, and flowers. It was hard to explain why these things were so beautiful to me, especially the ones that were a rarity. It was hard to justify a beauty that didn't depend on this kind of vegetation to be considered alive and it was hard to understand how putting an end to them made me feel better. The end of the sunshine or the cremation of something so colourful.

His quiet, probing questions kept me talking freely, forgetting, in the dim light of the storm to be embarrassed for a one-sided conversation. Finally, when I was finished detailing my cluttered room at home in Phoenix, he paused instead of responding with another question.

"Are you finished?" I asked almost too hopefully.

"Not even close," he smirked.

"What more is there to learn?" I gasped. "It's impossible to retain all this information, I don't even know where you're storing it or why you're even asking."

"Your father will be home soon." He stated to cut off what was sure to be an Arie-worthy rant.

"Charlie!" I gasped. "Oh my Goodness! How late is it?"

"It's nightfall." He murmured, looking over the trees to the falling sun. "It's the safest time of day for us." He said slowly as he watched the sun descend. I watched him in interest - to hear him tell me something so openly was...exhilarating. "The easiest time. But also the saddest, in a way...the end of another day, the return of the night. Darkness is so predictable, don't you think?" He smiled wistfully.

"I like the night. Without the dark, we'd never see the stars." He laughed.

"I should have known." He accused jokingly. "Charlie will be here in a few minutes. So, unless you want to tell him that you'll be with me on Saturday..." He raised an eyebrow. My eyes widened.

"Thanks, but no thanks." I gathered my books and groaned as I bent back up, my limbs stiff from sitting with him for such a long time. "Next time you should just come into the house. I insist, even though apparently your kind of vampires don't need to ask permission." I smiled hopefully. "So...my turn tomorrow?"

"Certainly not!" He pretended to be insulted. "I told you I wasn't done, didn't I?"

"What more is there?"

"You will find out tomorrow." He reached across to open the door for me and my heart started to race inside my chest. But he had frozen on the handle and instead of looking at me, he was looking into the abyss in front of him – listening.

"Not good." He mumbled quietly, opening the door.

"What's wrong?" I asked nervously, hoping he wouldn't be upset again by .

"Oh, nothing too dramatic. Just...a bit of a complication." He flung the door open in a swift movement and seemed to cringe away from me, I looked at him with innocently hurt eyes. He gave me a small smile and quickly explained, "Charlie's around the corner."

I looked to the car that was approaching and sighed, but I was not convinced. As the queen of the people who cannot lie, I could tell that he was hiding something from me. It was the first time I noticed it, but that may have been because he never actually had lied to me before. He had withheld information and changed the subject or so harsh about the truth that it seemed it - but it was not a lie. And here, he was. I got out of the car as I thought this and was upset when he didn't look back and sped away. I stood in the rain, listening to the pelting droplets on my jacket as the Volvo disappeared from sight.

"Hey, Bella," a familiar and husky voice called. I jumped around, my face beaming before I even saw who it was.

"Jacob?" I asked, squinting from both my smile and the rain. He gave me a large, bright smile that lit up the darkness around the house. Another set of headlights was then coming around the corner and knew it was probably Charlie.

Jacob climbed out before he said anything else to me and helped the person in the passengers seat. He was a bit of a heavier set man with a very memorable face - his face like happily wrinkled leather and surprisingly familiar black eyes that seemed both too young for his older body and too ancient for the face it had been given. I knew him immediately as Jacob's father, Billy Black. It wasn't hard to recognize him even though the five years I had managed to forget his name when Charlie had said it the first day here and - as I saw quickly with Jacob's assistance to him - was now in a wheelchair. A lot had changed about him except for his dark, wise eyes. I smiled tentatively at him, unnerved by his wide eyes that were full of either shock or fear, his nostrils flair.

'Another complication', Edward had said...

Billy stared at me with his intense and unnerving eyes and I groaned inwardly. Could it actually be possible that Billy had recognized the speeding, silver Volvo as Edward so easily? It couldn't be possible that Billy believed in all of the 'impossible' legends that his son had so recently rolled his eyes over, could he?

But the answer was clear in Billy's dark eyes as he stared in what I now recognized as fear.

Yes, yes he could.

Well, I hope you enjoyed the Black's coming back in the picture. It's weird writing them as such a small part in comparison to all my other stories, let me tell you. I keep thinking "oh yeah, they still DO exist in this story. I forgot", which is of course very upsetting since a majority of me is Team Jacob. And when I say that, I mean everything but my fingernails - those are Edward. And Alice gets my brain because she's so awesome that I wish she were my best friend...possibly Emmett and Rosalie as well.

Anyway, I need to give a huge shout out to my reviewer and also my wonderful Beta...

Angel of the Night Watchers: Eclipse was definitely the best - even the effects were better, but I guess that makes sense since their budget shoots up a couple extra million dollars with each one. I'm sure that's why Breaking Dawn is being split into two different movies...Hollywood is all about money. I wasn't going to make Vivienne try to let them on fire, per se, but I could definitely tell you that she wouldn't take it sitting down like Bella tends to. For trying to write Bella as if she could be the reader, they really didn't take into account us stubborn ones who would DEMAND that they let us do something. And cutting herself? I would have thought of that lots earlier, though I do give her props for thinking about it more than the third wife and not stabbing herself fatally. It's a weird language, but I like it. It's a family thing, so it's cool to show off at school or teach people certain code words (like you said with your allergy meds) so that whoever we're talking about doesn't know! Ha, thanks, I loved your review as always so it all works out :)

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