Chapter 6
Heartstrings
"Your heart is the Lyre and your love is the Maestro."

Another day had arrived in the city of Rio de Janeiro. I was the first one to wake, even Frost and Mom that usually woke up early hadn't yet showed up. After finished preening my feathers, I decided to take some morning readings. As much as I love enjoying the tranquil morning, like Frost told me. I preferred to spend the quiet morning with reading some of my books, as the situation was perfect for concentrating on my readings.

I picked one of my books, the one I hadn't got a chance to read. Linda had giving me more books to read on, some of them already sparking my curiosity with their intriguing cover, promising a new level of knowledge I hadn't yet possessed.

Skimming through the neatly stacked book, I decided to read about birds; my encounter with the harpy eagles yesterday was driving me into a huge appetite of curiosity against them. Picking the right book, I opened the vibrant cover, skimming through the tables of contents, searching for harpy eagles section.

It was easily spotted, directed me into page-20 of the book, where the said information was printed. I started to read the first sentences, filling my head with the facts from the book.

I enjoyed my time with it until I heard a tacking noise from my parent's platform; signifying someone had finally awake. The noise was followed by greetings voices from two macaws.

I quickly recognized who those voices belong; my parents had finally risen from their slumbers. I poked my head out of my room's entrance and saw them, nuzzling into each other.

Carla, Tiago and Frost weren't anywhere on sight, still lost in their dreamscape.

I returned the book into the neat stack, before hopped out of my room to greet my parents; they soon noticed my presence as I fluttered down.

"Morning Dad! Morning Mom!" I greeted them softly, in respect of my sleeping siblings.

"Morning!" They said in unison. "You woke early, Bia."

Mom and Dad gave me a little peck on the cheek. "You sleep well last night?" Dad asked.

"Indeed, Dad."

Our conversation had involuntary awaked Carla, she was yawning when she made her way into the platform. Her crest feathers were crazy from the sleep, as she hadn't yet preened herself. "Morning." She exclaimed.

We repeated her greeting; Mom was chuckled with her appearance. Confused, she asked. "What's so funny?"

Dad finally gave up and joined the laugh, although I was sure he was laughing more vigorously on the inside.

"I wish you can see yourself right now." Mom chuckled, pointed her wing to her crest feathers.

Carla was blushing, quickly bringing her wings to adjust her wild crest feathers. "Well, at least Frost wasn't here to saw it."

I tilted my head in confusion, a little jealousy was ignited."Huh? What's Frost has to do with that?"

Carla, sensing my jealousy, quickly confirmed. "Well, it's not just Frost really, if there's any non-family macaw saw me like this, I would be mortified for days." She then added. "Right now, Frost is the only one right?"

I nodded my head, jealousy ceased easily as they came. "Oh right."

Mom and Dad were sighing, I assumed because disaster was prevented.

We were discussing about the breakfast, as much as I wanted to taste another pancakes or waffles, I didn't think Mom would approve the idea, so we set ourselves to get some mango instead, as they were the easiest meal to be found and abundance in number.

Tiago and Frost finally rose from their slumber, precisely around twenty seconds since our decision to take mangos as breakfast. Frost was stretching his body, while Tiago was preened by Mom.

They addressed us some greetings, which invoking the response we shared to each other earlier. Frost then fluttered down beside me, smiling.

"You woke late, sleepyhead." I teased. "Tiago was the reason again?"

Tiago overheard our conversation, countered. "So by your logic, every time Frost woke up late I was the sole reason?"

Frost was laughing with Tiago's response. "That's a very reasonable logic, what do you have to say?"

"Well, there are less possibilities and variables in your room, Tiago. And based on the previous incident, I can do that logic." I countered back.

Tiago rolled his eyes in defeat. "Yeah, sure it was, whatever you say sis."

"Okay that's enough rivalry for a day." She said firmly.

"So Mom, what are we going to eat for breakfast?"

"Mangos." Mom replied.

I could see Tiago's face gloomed a little, assumed that he was expecting pancakes or waffles for breakfast, but with pancakes being our breakfast yesterday, chances to got another one were dropped to zero.

"Okay you guys wait here, I'm going to get some of them, shouldn't take long." Dad opened his wings and soared, but turned back half-way "Ermm yeah, I almost forgot we got more birds this time, Frost, can you come with me?"

"Sure." He stated, flapping his wing, hovering beside Dad.

"Okay, you guys stay put, we'll be back soon."

"Like we will go anywhere, Dad." Carla stated sarcastically.

We waited their arrival for almost two full minutes; they finally arrived with two mangos on each other, making the total of four to feast on.

They gingerly placed the green-yellowish fruits on the platform; the sweet aroma hit our nostrils, seducing our smell senses.

"I must say this was the first time I picked a mango carefully." Dad said. "Frost here knows what's best."

"Oh, it was nothing. When you spent your entire life in the jungle, it is become natural to know something like that." He said humbly.

The mangos soon become too tempting to be ignored, and decided to start the breakfast.

Mom and Dad were sharing the mango, their face were filled with delight as the flesh hit their savory senses. "This is nice." Mom said, Dad nodded in agreement.

Frost offered me one of the mangos, which I accepted gladly. I took a bite of the said fruit; the burst of sweet flavor hit my tongue. "Wow, it was really that good."

"So it's safe to assume that it was indeed delicious? Alright then!" Tiago picked the mango and attacked it.

"Manners Tiago, Manners." Mom reminded him.

He wiped his stained beak with his tongue, smiling in delight, before returned to his meal.

Carla was also impressed with the taste, savoring every taste.

Our breakfast was officially done when the last mango was disappeared; we set ourselves into the edge, letting our meal slide in for the digestive system to do their work.

"So Dad, what are we going to do today?" Tiago asked, fueled for another adventure.

"Well I was thinking about exploring the jungle, what do you guys think?"

"Well, I'm actually thinking to take a tour into the city. We haven't exactly exploring all of them." Frost admitted.

"That would be boring." Tiago said nonchalantly. "Rio wasn't that great."

Dad shot a glare to Tiago. "That wasn't a nice way to express your disapproval."

"Oh… sorry." He apologized.

"That's okay really, a trip to jungle it is." Frost stated.

An idea was flashed into my mind. "Well if you really want to see the city, maybe I can be your guide."

"That's an excellent idea; Bia was quite familiar with Rio. I'm sure they won't get lost." Mom said.

"You sure?" Dad asked, unsure; "Of course honey, they did come back safely yesterday right?" She stated.

Dad finally nodded his head. "Okay then, be safe. And if it's started to get too hot, please do return." He then added. "Anyone else want to join us?"

"I'll pass this time, Dad." Carla replied. "I've separated long enough with my iPod yesterday."

"I'm stay behind too." Mom said. "I am not in mood to exploring today."

Dad was perplexed by her replied, asked. "Really? You always the one who want to fly, metaphorically speaking."

"Yeah." She confirmed. "Besides, I want to tidy our home for a little bit, it's getting messy."

"Thankfully Carla stays behind." She smiled.

"Oh boy…" My sister sighed.

After bidding a farewell and some "be careful", we soared into the sky. "So Frost, where do you want to go first?"

He let himself dwell into his thought for a while, before setting his eyes on the enormous statue in the distance, "How about that statue?"

"The Cristo Redentor?" I inquired. "That's a good choice, just wait until you see the view from up there."

We ascend into a higher altitude, the once tall and big skyscrapers were shrinked into multi-colored dots and the massive vegetation that once covered Rio's hill turned into a green wavy mat as the contour of the earth shaped it.

The skyline was crowded with humans do the hang-gliding, their bright colored hang glider adorned the skyline, adding the beauty to the already beautiful scenery.

We reached the outstretching arm of the statue, perching on it as we admire the scenery with all the senses we got. The sight was always amazed me, no matter how many times I've seen it. The air up here was fresh and full, the exact opposite from the puddling stale air from below. The beach was stretching further, extended the limited view from below, opening a new level of curiosity on what was there. I felt something in my soul, a spark. Something I hadn't yet got any explanation, but Dad told me it was the magic of Rio. I turned my head to see my boyfriend's face; he was struck in awe, his body didn't flinch for a seconds, paralyzed with the nirvana in front of him.

"Do you feel something?" I asked him.

"What do you mean?"

"Something in your soul?"

He closed his eyes for a few seconds, before slowly reopened them and smiled. "Yeah, I do feel it."

I walked closer to him, slowly as avoided to be carried away with the strong breeze that existed in higher altitude. He noticed my nearing presence, opened his right wing half-way, and let me snuggled into his embrace, encasing me.

"This place is paradise." I told him. "And I'm so lucky I could share it with you."

He rested his head against my forehead, gently adding the warm pressure to me. "Yeah… thank you for sharing this paradise with me."

Flattered, I pecked him on the cheek, which he replied with a smile. We continued to watch the scenery for a few moments, savoring every bits of this city had to present.

The sun's ray finally started to get hostile towards us, and judging by the current altitude we occupied, the heat would strike directly into us. The hostility also marked the end of morning, and the official start of afternoon.

Frost told me to find some shelter, somewhere shady to hide from the heat. He spotted the gazebo – more known as Vista Chinesa and motioned us to pay a visit.

"Frost." I exclaimed; he turned his head to me. "Yeah?"

"Catch me!" I said, before speeding up.

He was delayed for a few seconds, before finally accept my challenge, pursuing me with all his might; and knowing his flying prowess, I realized it was a challenge I was doomed to lose from the beginning.

And to prove my theory, he already sandwiched me with his talons barely a quarter from our start and smiled victoriously. "That's it?"

"Yeah yeah, don't push it." I said sarcastically, yet also playfully. "You can let me go now."

He shook his head. "Nope, I'll be your carriage to your destination, milady."

My soul was tickled by his act, grinning, "As you wish."

Encased by his talon, my movements were restrained, but his presence was shielding me from the heating beam above, providing me with a shelter to our destination.

The Vista Chinesa soon manifested, the landmark were amongst Rio's famous one, as the sight from the gazebo was incredible. On the other talon, it was also the place where Mom and Dad spending their first night together, one of their silk road to love.

Frost released me when we arrived on the scene, his eyes were cautious for a few seconds, as there was some kind of predator or something lurks in the vicinity.

Noticing his bizarre behavior, I couldn't help myself but asked. "Uh, is there anything wrong, Frost?"

He shook his head, "Nothing, really." But his words denied the reaction he possessed when a juvenile toucan suddenly appeared with a smile in his face.

So that's why he was acting all that weird.

I giggled at the realization. "Oh come on, Frost. They can't do anything harm to you."

"Can't? Did you see what they did to me yesterday?" He stated.

I chuckled, before turning my attention on the juvenile toucan. "Hello!"

"Oi!" He replied. [Hello!]

"Quem é você?" I replied warmly. [Who are you?]

"Eu sou Rodrigo, e vocês?" [I'm Rodrigo, and you?]

"What did he say?" Frost inquired.

"He just want to know us." I told him. "Eu sou Beatriz; você pode me chamar 'Bia'. Ele é Frost." [I'm Beatriz; you can call me 'Bia'. This is Frost.]

"Você pode falar em Inglês?" [Can you speak English?]

"Sim! mas eu não posso falar muito bem." He replied. "Just a little bit." [Yes! But I can't really speak very well.]

"Well that's fine! Where are you come from?" I asked.

"Oh! My family lives around here." He smiled. "I've never seen birds like you, what are you?"

"We are macaws." He tilted his head in confusion. "Estamos araras, araras de spix." [We are macaws, Spix's macaw.]

He nodded his head. "I don't think I have seen you guys before."

Well of course because all of us are in the Amazon.

"Well, most of us are in the Amazônia" I told him.

"What's an Ama…" before he could finished, a voice was calling his name in the distance. Alerted by the said voice, he bid us a farewell. "That's my Mamãe, tchau!" He then flew into the jungle.

"Where did you learn to speak like that?" Frost asked me. "That was amazing."

"Mom taught us to speak Portuguese." I replied. "You really never learn or hear any of these?"

"Well…" He paused for a few seconds. "Actually, I had heard them before, only I never know what that means."

"Maybe Mom can teach you, I'm sure she will gladly do that."

"Yeah, maybe." He said.

With the toucan gone, he released his tensed demeanor. My mind suddenly remembered the story about this place.

"Did you know that this place was the place where my Mom and Dad spent their first night?"

"Really? This is Vista Chinesa?" He asked, the way he pronounced Vista Chinesa was incredible, there's a hint of accent in his voice, although not as thick.

"Yeah, and did you realize that?"

"Realize what?"

"You maybe had learned some basic Portuguese, because the way you pronounced Vista Chinesa was a top notch one!"

"Uh yeah." He scratched his head. "My Mom sometimes talked like that, guess that's the reason."

"Your Mom didn't teach you?"

He left silenced with my question, I could see his demeanor gloomed a little bit. My heart was telling me to not press the issue, but my head kept begging for reasons. Even after all this time, Frost was still a puzzle for me, mysterious and closed – although it wasn't as severe as before. His relationship with his Mom – as far as I could see – was fine and warm. Then again, I sensed something more than that, but knowing him, I decided to listen to my heart.

Motivated to cherish him back, I distracted our awkward conversation with the memories that existed in this place, hoping to lift his bad mood.

My eyes caught the breathtaking views from the site, "Frost, look." I told him.

He snapped out of the blue, his gloomy mood ended, replaced once again with awe. "This place was simply divine." He commented. "It's seems that every spot has the beauty of itself."

"I've got to agree, Dad told me that the view was even more beautiful at night." I sighed. "I wish I could see it myself."

"Why not?"

"Mom and Dad wouldn't allow me to stay up that late, even so to travel alone."

Frost nodded his head. "I'm sure you will get the chance one day."

"I hope so."

Our chats were cut by the grumbling noise from our stomach, craving for another daily sustenance as our breakfast had been successfully digested. The sun's ray was blocked by the clouds above, receding the heat slightly. We decided to take star fruits as breakfast, and Frost was eager to get some from the market instead.

He simply curious with the marketplace and humans, something I wasn't expecting him to say, nonetheless, I agreed.

We flew to the bustling marketplace, the noise from humans, vehicles, activities, were filling the air, as if they were racing to muffle each other. We flew towards the fruits vendor, searching for the yellow star-shaped fruits. The said fruits were abundance in number, we hopped from one stall to another, asking for their generosity, and mostly replied with a verbal jab that I was thankful Frost couldn't comprehend one bit. Our crusade to find our lunch finally paid off, a middle-aged female was generous enough to give us some, which we replied with thankful squawk.

We flew outside the busy marketplace, searching for somewhere quiet to enjoy our meal. The shady alley in the intersection was provided quite decent protection from both the heat and noise, as it was temporary a construction site.

The workers were also having lunch at this time, erasing any possible dangers that might hit us, as commonly found in the said circumstances. We perched ourselves at the platform that humans used to store some of their equipments and finally enjoying our meal.

My savory senses were tickled with the sweet and sour flavor from the fruit, craving for their delight at a greater scale, and before I knew it, the fruit had been disappeared, leaving behind the core which I wasn't fond to eat – the flavor was too sour.

Frost was eating the fruits whole, leaving not a single survivor of the fruits, I was craving for another one and with the fruits odd numbers; we shared the last one together.

He splitted the last fruit in a half – although it was more likely a quarter and third quarter – and claiming the small piece, offering me the huge prize instead.

"I've got big breakfast this morning; besides, I didn't really like star fruit."

I know he was lying, as I've seen him eating them a lot before, but his affectionate act plucked the strings in my heart, smiling. "Thank you."

"Anytime, my beautiful Bia."

Flattered, I said, "You sweet talker." He replied with a laugh.

We were relaxing for a little bit, letting our meal slide down for a little while before deciding our next expedition, my eyes caught something on the sky, their huge presence dotted the blue sky of Rio, and everyone would soon noticed what were they. Three eagles were flying in the sky, and by the looks of it, they were César and Selena – and the other one I wasn't sure who.

They also noticed us, diving to the ground and greeted us. "Well, look who's here?" César said warmly. "What are you guys doing here?"

Selena and the juvenile eagle followed him, tacking the platform with their enormous talons. "Enjoying the day I presume?" Selena inquired.

Frost quickly rose from his position, cleaning some dust that covered his plumage. "Quite correct, we were just finished our lunch."

"And who is this?" He asked, pointing the juvenile eagle.

"This is our son, Miguel." She stated. "Say hi to them."

"!Hola!" He greeted.

"Hello!" We replied in unison. "So where you guys going?" Frost asked.

"Oh yeah, we are on our way to the club, the usual, you know." César replied. "Oh right! It's about to start!"

"We better get going now." César said. "See you later!"

His farewell was echoed with his family, their appearance soon faded with the wind.

"So what are we going to do next?" I asked, stifling a yawn.

"Hmm… I was thinking about visiting the beach, since we haven't yet got the chance yesterday." He then added. "But with heat like this, I wasn't sure it was a good idea, not to mention you are tired."

"Am not!" I denied, but my eyelids betrayed my denial, they were heavy.

He chuckled at my reaction. "Come on; let's get some nap for a while."

I wasn't contemplating any further and nodded my head; drowsiness already placed its spell on me.

Frost was carrying me again into the jungle, searching a tree that bore a hollow as our resting place. He finally spotted an unoccupied one and setting ourselves there.

I was in the between realm of dreamscape and reality, he placed some moss to comfy the spot, and placing me there. I snuggled closely to him, he enveloping me with his right wing, enjoying his comfortable embrace.

"Sleep tight, my love." His voice trailed off as I drifted away into my fantasy world.

I dwelled into the fiesta of color of my fantasy, heavenly scenery that existed from my sub-consciousness.

The vivid image and colors of my fantasy became blurred as consciousness returned me back to the real world, my wings were searching for his presence; only to found out he wasn't there. I opened my eyes, feeling fuzzy and blurry, gently rubbing my eyes with my wings.

Frost was perching on the hollow entrance; his eyes were closed, enjoying the less heated sunbeam that slowly retreated its way from the deeper section of the hollow, signifying the setting sun.

I walked my way towards him, my words broke his trance. "You didn't wake me up?"

He turned his head to me, smiling. "Nah, you are so peaceful with your sleep."

His act always been based on how much he loved me, and the warmth inside my heart never ceased as long as I had him, as long as our heart played those symphony.

I nuzzled his neck, in attempt to express my gratitude; he replied back – and being taller than me – nuzzling my forehead.

"I really wish we met sooner." I told him. "This is the greatest thing in my life to be with you."

"Me too Bia." He said, "Me too."

We soared into the sky, heading towards the Copacabana beach. We banked south and the view of the majestic beach manifested. An epiphany was sparked as the sea transformed into a liquid gold, a sheer ripple was adding the after-effect of the heavenly sight.

We landed on the grainy substrate that covered the beach, feeling its friction against our talons as we walked our way around the beach. Frost was heading straight into the sea, "Water! Nice, I'm so thirsty."

Alarmed, I quickly informed him about seawater, but my words were drowned as he already dug his beak into the water, his face turned into a grimaced soon after.

His action tickled my soul, let a laugh existed into my expression. The said action also intrigued some humans; the majority of them bore bewilderment in their face, while others were laughing.

I fluttered to where he is, trying my best to suppress a laugh, but failed altogether. "Ugh what is this water? It's so… weird." He said, still grimaced with the aftertaste.

"Its seawater, they supposed to be salty." I said, chuckling.

"They are different?" He inquired.

"Well yeah." I confirmed. "Seawater was high on salinity, that's why they tasted like that, unlike Freshwater which really low."

He tilted his head, realizing this I added. "It's… how to put it… Ah yes! Later at home, I'll explain to you." I said. Sure Linda has some salt.

He nodded his head, still attempted to remove those salty aftertaste from his mouth.

My eyes caught something in the distance; a coconut was lying on the sand. I fluttered to where the coconut is, inspecting its condition. And in sheer luck, a fissure was existed and my calculation telling me that opening the said coconut was possible – although I had to admit it would need an extra extra effort to open it.

Frost soon joined me; his face was full of question. But before he asked, I already told him. "This is called coconut, you never taste one right?" He nodded his head in confirmation.

"Now it would need a very extra effort to open this, but with my calculation, it's possible." I told him, he nodded his head again. "Here's my plan, you take the right side, and I'll the other one. We flap our wings as hard as we can. That way the coconut will split."

"Okay then." He placed his talon on the left fissure.

"One, two, three, fly!" I exclaimed.

The coconut was proved to be sturdier than what I was expected, and with our lightweight body, the efforts were futile. We landed on the sand, panting heavily.

Frost was having another idea on his head; he dug his beak into the fissure, wiggling his head to create a bigger opening on the durable husk, and a reassuring noise from the coconut finally audible.

"It's working! Keep doing that!" I told him.

He increased his wiggling speed, but this time, the efforts were fruitless as the coconut didn't even flinch. He stopped for a few seconds, bobbing his head in attempt to get free, before ceasing his act altogether, admitting. "Uh Bia…" His voice muffled within the husk. "I think I'm stuck."

My soul once again tickled with his act, sending me into an uncontrollable laugh. "Yeah, very funny indeed," He said sarcastically, his voice pitched from the husk. I pulled his body from the ground, but the coconut still firmly glued to his beak.

I scanned the vicinity for something to help me released the coconut's grasp on his beak, unfortunately, none were available. My mind finally concluded the best solution available, and dug my beak into the other side of the fissure.

"Now, Frost, you…" I cut my words as I heard him laughing. "What are you doing?" He asked. "Helping?" I replied, noticing my pitching voice.

Amused with the humorous scene, he stated. "Okay but sing something first." He laughed vigorously.

I joined his laugh, knowing he was just joking – right?

"Okay what song is nice for now?" He asked amusingly.

"Let's just get this thing of." I said nonchalantly, although my beak curved into a grin with his question. "You wiggle to the left, I wiggle to the right and vice versa, got it?"

"Oh you have no fun; I almost get the right song." He stated. "Okay."

We started our plan, the noise of the husk being torn apart starting to became audible, we increased our speed and finally the husk split in a half, sending us plummeting into the grainy substrate below us in respectable direction.

"Whoa that was 'Fun'." Frost said, putting an emphasis on the word "Fun".

"Here it is, the coconut milk, it's delicious I promise." I said, offering him the other half.

He lowered his beak and slurping the sweet liquid, he lifted his head in delight, savoring every drop as his tongue licking his stained beak. "Hmm, you are right. That's delicious."

He dug his beak into the shell, exhausted the liquid in one noisy slurp, sighing blissfully. "This is the life."

I nodded my head in agreement, "Yup."

Leaving the coconut shell behind, we took a walk around the beach. The sun was halfway into the horizon, marking the official time of evening, but the beach still busy with activity, people play volleyballs, soccer. Some of them just chilling, others were playing with sands.

"Have you built a sand castle?" I asked him, the wave whisked our talons softly.

"What's a castle?" He asked. I pointed at the grainy structure close by to tell him what I meant.

"Maybe we should make one." I suggested.

"I don't know, I never made one."

"That's why I'm here, silly." I retorted playfully.

We walked into another spot, where the combination of both sand and water were perfect. I told him to gain the sand, and we started to build our castle.

My imagination of my castle was simple; I started to build the rectangle shape of the base building, to make sure that the structure won't collapse when we started to make it taller. Frost was struggling with his imagination; he hadn't exactly seen any other buildings than trees in the Amazon, so his creation was based on trees or hills, creating a tower-like structure.

Accumulated enough sand as the foundation, I carved the roof into a pyramid shape, slowly adding the substrate to create the apex shape of the pyramid, my efforts were not in vain as the structure stood still. Frost creation adorned the main structure with multiple towers – the only thing that he could make – but the result was satisfying.

I let myself slowly adding the finishing touch, carving a contour and relief, adding the detail. The final result was incredibly appeased us.

"Not really that hard huh?" I asked him, "Even though you can only make one shape." I quipped.

"Well for my first time, it's still nice." He smiled proudly.

We sat beside our creation; a writing "Bia and Frost" was carved into the sand. The sun had finally decided to rest, its last light filtered the sky, creating hues of blue and red that adorned the scenery.

I let myself into his embrace, savoring each seconds of the sunset with him. He encased me with his wings, hugging me from behind as the sun slowly made its way into her resting ground, the atmosphere were quiet, save for the noise of the raging wave hitting the shore.

"I never imagine that one day I'll be here with someone I love." I told him.

"Well life is sure full of surprise, right?" He leveled his gaze as I turned over to face him.

We touched our beaks, as the sunset gleaming behind, creating a silhouette of us. "I love you Bia, with everything I had, with everything I got."

I closed my eyes; our hearts played the same symphony. "I love you too, Frost."

Heart is our instrument, and let love be the Maestro that played that instrument with perfect synchronizations. Let heart guide you, and finally the Symphony of Love will be heard, as we cherish each notes with our loved one.

The only problem is, Love isn't perfect…

A/N: okay I wasn't expecting this chapter to be THIS long. And yeah again I need the poll to be filled, just went sraight to my profile and spare just a teensy weensy time, it is important for me.

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