Author's Note: Almost two years since I last published a chapter. I didn't see if anybody actually read the story, so I did an unannounced hiatus, and now I came back with a chapter that I had in the back burner for some time now.
Don't know when I will publish the next chapter, still working on it, but I hope it will be before next year.
Anyway, have a read.
The Fairy Queen and The Pauper
We will meet again.
Chapter Five: Mother's Mission
"What?"
"Excuse me?"
In rhythmic conjunction, Cinder and then Penelope exclaimed their confusion at Anastasia's unexpected entreat. The woman hovered outside the door while another knock knapped at the tension. Both of the girls couldn't find a foothold in finding rationality in Anastasia's behavior. For Cinder she's given up trying find any semblance of her step-mother's former self for long time. All she knew about her was two things: emotionally distant and usually half divorced from reality .
Each increasing knock unnerved Anastasia and fueled Cinder's fixed proclaim. A frustrated hiss from her indrawn breath exemplified her feelings towards the unresponsive duo. "I don't have time for this. Just go somewhere and hide!"
The lackluster resolve to withhold an explanation, and the increasing exasperation, rendered their sympathy stagnant. Cinder and Penelope shared a glance; convinced that they were going nowhere with this woman. While Cinder already has declared her of not so sound of mind; Penelope brought a fresh perspective.
Penelope very much dislike Anastasia. She didn't even have to acknowledge her existence: the way Cinder lived provided enough to come to a conclusion. But in a way she felt sorry for Anastasia. Knowing some people just become poor caricatures of themselves after a pivotal moment in their life that they could not overcome. While Penelope did have strong negative feelings for the aloof step-mother, it wasn't the first of its kind; Penelope came to hate her father in some point, until she viewed it from his point of view.
"Anastasia Poppy." a feminine and eerily clear voice called out from the other end. "Are you still a resident of here?"
Another hissing breathed came out of the woman's lips. Anastasia closed her eyes and contemplated as she gotten closer to the door with her hand on the doorknob, almost rotating it. Anastasia slightly crooked her head to that her step-daughter could specifically see her, and understand.
"Cinder. The woman on the other side. Both your mother and father could not stand this woman. Please," she gritted her teeth. "go to down the basement, and not a peep from either of youse."
Penelope showed bewilderment in the face of Anastasia's plea. After all she was a stranger in their affairs. For the most part, not that either of them could understand. But what Cinder understood was they needed to leave. Now. Still addle, Penelope felt the small hands of her friend wrap around hers and pulled. The fairy girl could give a surprised yelp as Cinder's state of mind was overridden by her blind devotion to her late parents.
Fast bare feet scampered along with the scratchy taps of socks passing Anastasia as Cinder fervently open the doorknob to the basement-her room-and gave Penelope no chance to protest. The door shut close, and another opened long and wide.
"Hello Anastasia." the brunette sounded uninspired. And looked uninspired; pale grey eyelids hovered over her red ires, a half-smile so uncomfortable one might think it was mocking.
To add to the unbearable interlude Anastasia stayed quiet. Her bitter as wormwood scowl was really all that was needed to be said. But she knew Raven Branwen; her old partner, leader, and she would churlishly say at one point her close friend. And it would take more than body language to get through a dull woman like her
"Daft woman, What are you doing here?" she said, almost with a residual growl.
Raven instantly dropped whatever small smile she had. "I've come to visit."
"Oh, now you think I'm the daft one?" Anastasia said dryly. "You just come to insouciantly pay a visit out of the blue to-" she caught the sight of lilac peering behind Raven. A cold disruption rocked Anastasia out of her hot anger. "And you brought her here." small and clear to hear.
"Yes." Raven narrowed her eyes cautiously.
Anastasia held her breath. The chills started drumming up the back of her yellow frock, nape hair tightening the neckline to her skin, and the apprehension build by comprehension alight her cold eyes. And the icy blue stare locked at the little sister like an alarmed sentinel on duty. It was a long pause for the sisters before she spoke again. "I hope for all that matters that the Headmaster in Beacon done in and fixed her."
Morgan visibly flinched, and Raven, although restraint in her expression showed anger in her voice. "What do you mean?"
Anastasia showed her own disdain with mocking and relaxed stance that made her looked annoyed. "The rumors. And you know damn well which ones. Not a day gone by since even before becoming your partner did I not hear about the stories and accounts being passed around. You and your siblings being of strange stock," blue iris shot at Morgan, who shoulders perked up. "And her. Being the most strangest of all."
As always, Raven was a wall that showed anything but a strong response. However out the corner of her vision she saw Morgan trying to slink away, in the verge of crying. And the effort to keep civil escaped. Anastasia enjoyed no more ease, she soon comprehended not to trifle with family.
The door frame briefly rattle and splinters made by the energy in the air alone. Raven's hand stopped as it fell and cupped into Anastasia's ready hand. Red and blue eyes traded daggers. Both in a stalemate. Although Raven initial strike held no deathly intent, Anastasia waited with knife-hand inches away from Raven's abdomen. A trait well known of Anastasia; using precised slices at vulnerable areas for devastating results.
Only the faint sounds of struggle were the dialogue between them. Morgan watched shock. Deep seeded self-resentment washed over herself. It felt like no matter where she would go, conflict by her existence alone would follow. Morgan did not know what to do. She wanted to beg, she wanted to cry, but everything she did (or would do) felt like a waste by her history alone.
Aside from the two women dividing each others' fate the area around them (except for the tweeting morning birds) was eerily quiet. That is until, a wooden creak caused an upset. The women did not noticed but Morgan did. She peered past them and into the sad interior of the home, and by the faintest natural light saw two sets of eyes-amber and green-looking back. They were soft orbs that were inquisitive, surprised, timid, but most importantly frightened.
And Morgan couldn't allow that truth to stand.
A few intense minutes later.
"I should kick you."
"Morgan…"
"In the butt!"
Morgan sputtered in a threatening manner to Anastasia, who while glaring from the kitchen table stayed relatively calmed. Raven pinched the bridge of her nose, mumbling a half-heard plea. Though she was relieved that the earlier situation hadn't escalated past Morgan's peevish remarks. Like always with dealing with her, Raven took a seat and joined her former partner, hoping like always that Morgan would eventually blow out her steam, and stop pacing around the living room before a permanent trench was made into the carpet.
But for Morgan, she would not let this stand. The darling eyes of the youth, secluded unexpectedly in a basement that might as well be dungeon, got her motherly instinct into a burning ire.
Cinder and Penelope timidly watched everything transpire before them as they sunk into the dusty and ugly yellow couch. They were brought up there. They glanced at each other then at Morgan. Their eyes followed the woman left and right like cornered cats watching every move and motive.
At least she seemed to be on their side.
"You!" Morgan finally stopped, pointing a shaking finger at Anastasia who was still unfazed. "If you want to know first hand on any rumors about me, then you better tell why did you have those two in your basement?"
"Ask your sister." She responded, growing tire and resting her head on her palm like it was nothing.
"Asking you!"
"Morgan calm down." Raven asked tenderly. "I think we're seeing this from a wrong way. There has to be a reason."
"Then what's the reason?!" Morgan had just enough of the uncaring woman. She was ready to throw fist when Cinder spoke up softly.
Cinder pointed ahead, "It's you..."
Morgan uttered a confused gasp, the finger hypnotizing her as happen to lead straight to her; she wondered what she could've done already to wrong. A constant guilt-ridden mind. An apology was ready until Morgan saw more closely the amber eye guiding past her. Morgan turned around to see Raven gobsmacked.
Both sisters wondered why, the fact that the little girl seem unsure herself brought more questions.
"Me?" Raven asked softly, gesturing at herself with her finger.
Cinder felt the heat of anxiety and intimidation. She asked: "What did my parents think of you?"
Raven stared at her. "I don't believe...I know you?" she strained herself; clearly lying.
Morgan knew it. And Anastasia knew it better.
A dark chuckle startled the kids, the two sisters turn their heads at the woman with a deranged smile. Face half covered by her hand, Anastasia shook her head as if she heard a silly joke. "Lying to a child straight to her face. Especially about her parents, how low."
"Oh, shut up!" Morgan shouted over her infuriating laugh. "Like you care about your daughter, you had her and another girl locked in your darn basement!"
Cinder let out a disappointed murmur, Penelope noticed, and agreed.
"Morgan…"
Morgan turned to her sister, face obscured by the angle, fixated at the sight of the worn table top. "Let's just all take a minute breather. " Raven said gently. "I trust a rational explanation can be ordered if we all cool our heads. Just go sit yourself down, Morgan, please."
"Not with her." Morgan glared at Anastasia, eyes momentarily crimson. She turned, and walked over to the comfort chair opposite of the girls. "I'll sit over there."
"This is rich." Anastasia chuckle still. "You think still of getting your answers from them, Cinder?"
Cinder curled her lips to a frown, she was amid confusion but not strangers. She anticipated a warm act, in got it in the form of a hand on her shoulder. Penelope whispered: "if you want we can leave right now, so I can give you a tour of your new office."
"I don't think you'll show me anything new, Penelope." Cinder dismissed the offer, lightly shaking her head.
"What do you mean by that?" Penelope's question seem rhetorical by how fast she change the subject by abandonment. "So what do you to do? Is all you."
"I still don't know what's going on here." Cinder whispered back to Penelope. "But I want to know."
"Indeed." Penelope emphasized. Implanted into this whole personal affair she really didn't have a clue, nor why the woman across from her caught her eye.
"Um, what is it?" Morgan noticed.
"Now, have I seen you before?" Penelope asked.
Fear struck in Morgan; she wondered what had she done now? She timidly responded. "I don't know, I don't think. If I did, then I'm sorry, I don't remember."
"Must run in the family." another derisive chuckle from Anastasia.
"That's alright." Penelope said gently, reassuringly. "I'm sure it's just my mistake then. Glad we could sort that out easily." she said with a side glance.
The sly snark was not lost on Anastasia. Her pitiful pout just rolled off Penelope's polite smile. Then something bubbled deep inside her. "Funny little one. Getting involved in something you don't know; very much like Atlas. You do not know!"
"Then why don't you enlightened me?" Cinder stood up. "You have been keeping in the dark about my mother for such a long time, then keeping me from my father-not that he didn't do a fine job himself. It is no longer the halcyon days of my youth. Don't insult my friend! Stop with your cryptic bullshit, Anastasia!"
"Language..." Morgan apprehensively whispered.
"Cryptic bullshit? Some wicked tongue ya got on yourself." Anastasia locked her seething gaze on her step-daughter. "I want you to know you're naive because I let you be. Just like your mother and father did, which I follow their wish."
Cinder was stunned. "What?"
"You're so naive. To not know the real world beyond Via, the constructed layers of so call human civilization, the people we trust with power that they are what they really seem."
"HA!" Cinder erupted in derisive laughter. "Do you actually expect me to believe me your narrative, that one that you been trying to sell, that my parents actually believed in your insane plight?"
"You wee ungrateful child! How dare ya mock me!"
"Why shouldn't I?" Cinder angrily asked. "What kind of woman leaves a child to toil for her own livelihood? I'll tell you! A grown woman who is set on fantasies of outside forces plotting, giving her excuses to just wallow like a battered warrior fighting a losing battle and that we all should be grateful that we have her fighting for us. That's the mess you are, Anastasia."
Anastasia stayed eerily quiet, a reproachful stare, she was ready to attack her daughter only sheer will restraining her shaking body.
"She's not wrong." Raven spoke up, stifling Anastasia. She then set her somber sight on the troubled little girl. "I'm sorry, Cinder, yes, I've know of you since you were of toddler in your mother's caring hands, but I also feared the other side of your mother, and your father. There is no pleasant ways to say it: you parents were ultra-revolutionists. They've killed people."
The revelation slowly crept up on Cinder. "N-no…" her face became dim. "That's a lie." she said softly.
"Liar! You twisted the truth into its muddy form." Anastasia yelled. "We were fighters uncovering a truth, worldwide conspiracy that rattles all the history we know!"
"You fool! Is that how you want want to rationalize it?" Raven began to lose the composure in her voice. "You were all my team, I tried to keep us all together, I tried to make since of you all, but you pushed it. You were my friends and you went too far."
"Stop it…" Cinder muttered; she was ultimately ignored.
Anastasia stare glassy eyed at her former best friend. "Were we really your friend?" she asked hauntingly clear.
Raven had led her guard down, "Of course." the edges of her smile was crisp, upon a ghost of a once warm friend.
"You see that Cinder?" Anastasia turn to her stunned step-daughter. "a liar, a bitch. She only tried to destroy us and divide us. Never a friend!" Raven was crushed by her brutal words. "Just like Atlas did and continues doing." Anastasia then pointed at Penelope. "Their ilk lot should never be trusted in coming here."
Raven foolishly thought her long time friend had return for even a split moment, but only a ghost from her view. She then became lost to anger. "Ashley Fall is the one who led you down the path of your destruction, you damn wench!"
"Please stop…" Cinder uttered, this time both Penelope and Morgan noticed.
Anastasia however, was too engross in her fight to care about Cinder's being. "You see that, Cinder telling awful lies about your mother."
"Stop…" Cinder beg once more.
"You all wasted your lives on your ghost of an endeavor." Raven growled. "Ash paid the price, and seek to continue that mission that would lead into your destruction if it hasn't already."
"I had no choice. I hated Ash for bringing the fight home, to settle down with family, while being so close to the enemy and exposed. But she was right in spite of that." Anastasia said. "And I honor Ash and my husband," she turned back to Cinder, oblivious to the girl a mess of emotions. "So go ahead, be ungrateful, by I'm protecting you for your parents' sake."
"Stop it! Stop using my parents against me!" Cinder devolved into blubbering tirade.
The little girl's tantrum told more about her stepmother then it did about her. Anastasia became the center of (resentful) attention among the sisters and Penelope, Anastasia kept her mouth close and a snide gesture of the nose to them.
Penelope couldn't will herself to tolerate the situation further. Clearly it was going nowhere with the woman; if she herself couldn't find reasoning for the mother she could blame her daughter for her current state of distress.
The Fairy girl took it upon herself to act, Penelope went over to Cinder in the middle of her crying tirade and grabbed her hand surprising her with a sudden pull, puffy eyes watched the comforting smile of Penelope who had Cinder gasp as she led her away into the doorway, before she could protest she and Penelope was out of the house.
They down the dirt path, behind the sounds of continued yelling vented out of the house.
A sharp whistle funneled out of Qrow's lips.
Temporary taking the attention from the new acquaintance on the chair, smiling and holding a unmarked blue portfolio close and loosely. Betraying his naive looking face, Dr. Rick Carnelian was a harden Specialist of Atlas, who's been engage in many skirmishes with both Grimm and Human.
He's seen the worst that they could bring to civilization's doorstep, and after seeing much razing he committed himself to have a hand at change. Once he learned of Dr. Victor's project, and his initial test in the isolated town of Via, he knew he had to be a part of it. As luck would have it, his old friend James Ironwood was attached in supervising, and had initially recommended him to the engineer team helping Dr. Victor.
Now that he was here, he wanted to hear any and all notes of his designs. Dr. Victor was mildly please behind his desk, but his listless attention fell back Qrow, whose whittle petered out and it only made Ironwood want to further silence the obnoxious man himself. Still Rick wanted to hear an opinion of someone outside the project.
"I got to be honest; I don't know squat of science stuff you just said." Qrow said like it was some funny joke.
"As expected." Ironwood almost left his self-assigned post at the door, both Rick and Dr. Victor calmly waved at him to stop. "Of course someone like you wouldn't know."
"Well duh!" Qrow threw his arms over the air at him. "I never said I would understand any of it. I just wanted to hear him out and see if something clicked."
Ironwood was more or less unimpressed, but Rick Carnelian was more understanding. "I'm grateful either way for giving me a chance to be heard, Mr. Branwen."
Qrow shook his head side to side disapprovingly. "Don't call me that, man. I'm almost thirty years old, I just don't want to feel old, so call me Qrow."
"Okay, will, Qrow. Anyway, I understand the confusion you must had. Basically it will be a combined hydroelectricity dam and water treatment plant using the high and low reservoirs near here. The dam will work with a special Dust crystal that Dr. Victor has conducted to not only power the town, purify drinking water, but also drive a relay tower to communicate with the CCT in Atlas and beyond."
"Sounds like a big project being planned in this little town out in the wide, spaces country; big enough to attract the attention of Grimm."
"Yes, Qrow, it is a very important enterprise for Atlas. For towns and villages to connect to the Kingdom with relay towers to the CCT. With absolute protection and stability. This project might allow it to become the norm every where around the world. So will you commit in protecting this first step?"
"What? I'm already here." Qrow leaned in to show off his winning grin, he was met with contempt, weariness, and patience. He leaned back into the chair. "But I'll think about it seriously. I will commit to my answer."
"That's all can we can ask for. Thank you, Qrow." Dr. Victor said.
"By the way, I want to get to know more about this place, from pleasure prospective, seeing you're the mayor I can't find a better guide than you."
"Qrow…" Ironwood growled. "He is an elected official, a tourist-"
"It's alright. What better way to be committed than to know what are you putting yourself at stake for. Now, let's see, there's the…"
Qrow laid back with his arms resting behind his head, quietly listening to his suggestions to nods if his head, but for some reason he felt like he was being watched. He cocked his head to the unguarded door ajar, there he saw a small pair of curious, amber eyes.
Cinder froze up, the man seem more preoccupied on whatever was behind the door, she stay stiff and staring until she felt a soft tug on her shoulder that startled her.
"Come on, we don't need to be here. It's matters that don't concern us right now." Penelope smiled, grabbing and squeezing her hand, giving a tug. "Come on, let me show you the rest of the home, I'm so excited to show you."
Cinder entertained Penelope's joyful exposure with a sheepish chuckle. "Don't be surprised if I already know." she absentmindedly blurted out.
"What do you mean by that?" unlike before Penelope legitimately asked; the pauper girl began fidgeting. "Have you been here before? A previous tour perhaps?"
"It's nothing!" Cinder waved her hands frantically. "Really, don't think too hard. I did grow up here, so I seen the outside a lot."
Penelope's enthusiasm became arrested upon Cinder's seemingly (hidden) prior knowledge spoiling it. But it didn't diminished it for long, Penelope recuperate her hopes of seeing a little spark of awe in her friend after she told herself that this was only the public front of the building, the other side has yet to be seen.
Maybe because she felt excited to finally bring someone her own age, a friend, to a lonely place she had called home since coming from Atlas, but she expected more from Cinder than a wistful glance down the main corridor to the biggest room in the building.
Penelope thought herself an out touch fool to see if Cinder bother saying anything apart from the mild yawn from seeing the gymnasium where the town meetings would take place; not even entertaining the idea of a dance sedated another yawn. To the more personal spaces of the building, Penelope led Cinder back to the corridor to the room opposite of the mayor's office, a quaint living room where her grandfather unwind.
Oddly enough, Penelope saw Cinder entrance by this room, looking around the fireplace and furniture as if it were sentimental, she almost didn't want to pry her from the room. Nostalgia, was what Penelope heard Cinder whisper as she scan the rest of the room fondly. Penelope almost wanted to ask, what she saw in this room.
Pondering about, Penelope frantically noticed from a glance Cinder leaving the room to another corridor that led deeper into the building. Penelope hurried to the series of corner corridors that followed the outside of the gymnasium, she caught up to her in the window lit hall. At the last stretch of the corridor a number of doors covered the right side, Cinder gravitate to the last one. Almost all of them were bedrooms; the one in which Cinder stood at the threshold at was Penelope's very own.
Cinder opened the door letting the gentle momentum carry it ajar. The poor girl was silently mesmerized by the open room, Penelope didn't mind her intrusive bold act, instead she was mesmerized by Cinder's own mysterious captivation. Penelope was curious more than anything on how Cinder found her room; the exact place she wanted to show her new friend.
The room in which they stood outside the threshold atypical room for a young girl; A relatively small bedroom secured by furniture at all corners. Cinder gawk at the room still, but Penelope wanted introduced her friend-and employee-to a humble workstation off to the corner.
The introduction was cut short. Penelope was interrupted by a carelessly embolden Cinder entering the bedroom. Penelope held herself from speaking and instead watch Cinder be fascinated by her bedroom; something Penelope sympathize, seeing twice now the dirt basement which the poor girl slept, this room must be, sadly, a sight to see.
"Hey Cinder, I know you're excited, which I can't fault, but next time you should ease on the led foot and wait for the host to give you a proper introduction." Penelope urged politely. "But that's practically expected for an eager beaver employee!" she went to get Cinder's attention by tapping her shoulder.
Cinder shivered from an awful scare, she slowly turned around, and Penelope was taken aback by the sight of amber eyes shimmering wet. "Cinder? Are you alright?" Penelope asked her.
"Yeah, y-yeah, sorry." a slight and oblivious attempt to hide a sharp sniffle. Cinder pointed at the weathered dark wood desk, she did a double take to placed items that she didn't catch her attention the first time before. "What is that?"
"Oh?" Penelope was caught unprepared, seeing the items and their instruments she was reminded of why they even came here. "Of course!" she shouted, smashing her fist into her palm. "I knew I'd choose you for the right reason; you found it already. That's your-err-our little workstation!"
"Work-station?"
"All in one word. But yes. Here we go, Cinder!" Penelope hopped over to the desk. She presented the equipment place on the centered left in a more enlighten matter: a set of crystal vials in array of colors, beaker and Bunsen burner, and a stand holding a diamond shining in brilliant amber. "Our little workstation." Penelope whispered wistfully.
"What exactly do you see me doing here? I don't think I qualify for anything more than fieldwork." Cinder was frankly a bit overwhelmed by the equipment.
"Nonsense!" Penelope spun around. "I'm not asking more of you than you already are. You already perfect for an assistant; already having an interest in Dust. I'm sure the fondness you have will grow just like it did with me. Then I can teach you more about Dust like...my mother did with me." a melancholy smile punctuated. "Sufficient to say, I needed a helping hand, continuing my mother's mission."
Cinder dipped her head, something caught her attention in the lower corner of the workstation. She glance at Penelope, "What is your mother's mission?" she asked,
"Oh, well," The question had Penelope addled. She fidgeted, looking elsewhere. It was a question she has asked herself since her mother's passing. Penelope closed her eyes, and after deep thought she made up her mind with a bright, relieved, smile. "Simple: to make a positive, peaceful impact to the world with Dust."
Penelope waited for Cinder to say a word, anything, instead the small girl held her gaze to a worn and grimy doll in her hands.
"What's with that doll?" Penelope honestly had never seen that doll before; she never saw Cinder bring anything. So where did it come from?
Cinder has a haunted look which grew remorseful the longer she held the simple knitted doll. "I found it...hidden under the desk." she answered with a strain in her voice.
"That's peculiar." Penelope said. "Then again, half of the furniture here were of the previous mayor. Might have been from a young daughter. Cinder, do you know if the old mayor had children?"
Cinder silently shook her head. The doll was squeeze and bend under her tiny fingers. "Penelope, I don't want to work today. I'm...too sad...today." she was in the verge of crying.
"I...I suppose we can take easy for today, and maybe start tomorrow. No pressure." Penelope cautiously approach the upset girl. "Cinder? Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?"
Cinder turned around, clutching the doll, march to one of the two single-hung windows, brushing aside the pink drape she opened the window and by malice tossed the doll out without care.
Penelope was shock Cinder's unwarranted action. "Why did you do that for?" she chided, the girl was still leaning on the window sill. "Cinder I can see that you're upset but that was a mean thing to do, what if that doll is still being search for, what if she still misses it?"
"She won't." Cinder turned her head, twin streams already flow from her eyes, more tears erupted when Penelope came over, the sobbing girl didn't hesitate to accept the comforting embrace of the older girl's arms.
Penelope didn't say anything, just a face trying to stop the worry.
Cinder peek out of Penelope's shoulder, the tear flooded eyes allow her to see foggy vision of another bed in its maroon sheets, Cinder took another peek outside of the other shoulder to see an identical bed. "W-why do y-you have two beds?"
Penelope softly chuckle, a mummer rumbling on top of Cinder's head. "True be told, it was bit of a spur that I wanted a second set when I chose this room for my own. When my grandfather ask what reason was for my strange request, I didn't have an answer for him." Penelope felt the small weight of Cinder pressing on her, she sat on to the bed, guiding Cinder who clung on to her. "I suppose, I like to think of the future and be one step ahead."
Cinder's sobbing abated, her emotional walls broke and the tough exterior she use to bare the uncaring world faded. She said. "I don't want to go home. Not to her. My home it's full of strangers now." her sight never left the empty bed across from her. "If it isn't already too much to ask. Can I stay here? At least for the night…"
Penelope smiled. "Of course. Stay as long as you want. I understand, my grandfather will understand." she said. "We could consider tonight a slumber party. We could forget everything about today and just laugh."
"Yeah…" Cinder chuckle weakly. "thank you, Penelope."
Author's final Note: Tell me if there is any mistakes on the writing.
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