A/N- I do not own Divergent or its characters. Rights go to Veronica Roth.
September 13th
It's a Saturday night, and also Marlene's last weekend before she goes to college tomorrow night. Even though Uriah already left at the beginning of September, Marlene's course starts a little later. "So, are people going to be in fancy dress?" Tonight, Faction Ave is hosting another farewell party for the new college students, apparently they hold a celebration every weekend of September.
"Some of the more enthusiastic people do, but our group never bothers," Marlene replies. She's currently sat on my bedroom floor flicking through a magazine. I've spent more time with Marlene lately, since Uriah left and Lynn's been in prison. I don't know what Lynn thinks about this; I haven't told her. "Just wear something a little nicer than usual I suppose," she says, but I barely hear her. I'm too busy thinking about the possibility that I'll miss her when she's gone, as it will only be me that's left. Sure, I've become quite good friends with Four and I see him often. But he has his own friends, his own life, and I don't like to impose. I don't want to bother or annoy him, or for him to feel like I need him. "Did you even listen what I just said?" Marlene smirks at me. She has a gentle, easy nature, she's a dream to get along with and probably couldn't hurt a fly.
"Yeah, sorry," I shake my head and laugh a little. "Just thinking."
"About…" she drags out, while lifting her eyes to look at me and then back down at her magazine again.
"Just how different things are."
"Oh," she looks sad for a moment. "I know they are, really different. But on the bright side, Lynn won't be in there for long. Everything will go back to normal." Do I want that? Do I want things to go back to normal? I honestly don't know.
"I don't think things will ever go back to the way they were before, well, for Lynn anyway. That place changes people."
"Sometimes for the better, though." Marlene gives me a warm, reassuring smile. I never did ask her about Lynn, how she feels about her. I don't know if she misses her, misses her touch like you would expect lovers to. However, sadly, I don't even think Marlene liked Lynn the way Lynn liked Marlene. I have decided it's not my place, and I have never brought up the issue.
"You're right. I hope it has changed her for the better." I decide to change the subject, since talking about Lynn makes my stomach crumble and writhe. "So, what are you wearing tonight?" I try my best to smile.
"Uh, I brought these cool high-waisted trousers that my mom gave me. I know we're not exactly dressing in fancy dress, but I thought it would be nice to go with the seventies vibe a little bit." I think of Marlene's soft curvy figure and how she will look amazing in tight trousers. I suddenly don't feel like going tonight, I'm straight-waisted and could never look as womanly or attractive as her. I'll look like a child. "What are you wearing?"
"Oh I don't know yet, I don't really have anything nice." I shrug it off, I may as well just wear jeans like I normally do.
"Aw no, come on, it's my last night here. I'm sure we can find you something nice to wear." She gets up from where she's sitting on the floor and starts to route through my closet. "Jeez, are all these Lynn's clothes?" She flicks through the countless hung up t-shirts and pairs of jeans, which all pretty much look the same.
"Yeah, she always used to bring me something back when she went thrifting or gave me things that didn't fit her." I shrug, "she knew I never got any money for clothes."
"Yeah," Marlene pauses. "She's nice like that." She continues to route through my rail of clothes, before moving to the drawers at the back of my wardrobe. "Ah-ha!" I see her pulling out a folded piece of black silk-like material. She lets it unfold to reveal the tiny black mini-shift dress with spaghetti straps. "So, is this supposed to be a dress or lingerie?" She looks at me with an eyebrow raised, I bury my head in my hands.
"It's a dress. Just, a very skimpy one. My older cousin bought it me when we were living in New York." And I'll admit, it does look more like something you would wear to bed. Marlene holds it out and looks at the label.
"Just a very fancy one, too. Put it on." She thrusts it out to me, shaking it a little, and giving me an expectant look.
"You can't be serious? I'm not going out the house in that!" She continues to give me puppy dog eyes and I huff, stripping off my shirt and jeans, and pulling the dress over my head.
"Wow." Marlene stares at me, holding back a grin. "Tris, you look hot." I turn away from her to look in the mirror at myself. The material of the dress is actually thicker than what I remembered it to be, and I fill it out more since the last time I tried it. The dress is straight-cut, hiding my narrow hips but still hugging around my chest, making me have more of a shape. It does have little spaghetti straps, but thankfully isn't low-cut and covers my modesty. However, it's very short, ending just a few inches past my but. I suppose however that does make my legs look a lot longer. I feel almost…nice. Attractive, and confident even.
"I suppose it's not too bad, I don't want to look too much though." I pull at the hem of the material, straightening it out.
"Don't wear tights or stockings because then it will look like lingerie," she laughs. "Wear bare legs with flat sandals. And here," she moves around my back and without hesitation, quickly moves her hand under the dress to unclasp my bra.
"Hey!" I shout, grabbing onto my chest.
"Ditch the bra, it will look better without it. Your boobs are perky enough to carry it off!" She pulls the bra straps off my arms and drags the bra away, flinging it onto the floor somewhere.
"And by 'perky' you mean 'small'," I raise an eyebrow at her and she shakes her head. She reaches into my draw and pulls out a small pair of black lacy panties that will go nicely under the dress. If my mother saw me now she would probably kill me. I know she'd rather cover me up with a trash bag before letting me out of the house like this. Marlene starts to get dressed herself, while I brush my hair. I decide to leave it straight, and apply minimal makeup so that I don't look too overdone. However, I bronze my face to match the rest of the tan on my body. iI look different. I don't look like the shy girl who hides behind her bakery uniform and baggy t-shirts. I look like someone worth looking at, worth noticing. Marlene finishes getting ready, wearing her high-wasted deep red flared trousers from the seventies, with a tiny bra top. Her soft brown hair is in a bun at the top of her head, and she starts adding jewellery. As usual, I wear the thin gold chain that was my grandmothers.
"Here," she sprays me with perfume. "How did you get so tanned?" She examines my legs and arms.
"I wear shorts and a t-shirt for work, and I guess I've been outside a lot this summer," I shrug. I used to always be so pale, because all I did was sit inside. But since I've been working at the bakery, I've been catching the sun a lot more.
"Well, you look amazing. You're going to have a hard time keeping the boys' hands off you," she smiles.
"Thanks, but I don't look as good as you. Maybe I should have worn something more seventies inspired?" I grab my little purse that has a long strap, hanging off my shoulder. I stuff my money and phone into it.
"No, you needed an excuse to finally wear that dress." She grabs my arm before we head out the door. "Hey, are you sure it's alright for me to come with you?" I find this a little odd, since she's known everyone much longer than I have.
"Why wouldn't it be? You've known them for ages. They were all your friends when I first met you."
"I know, but Four invited you, not me. I don't want them to get annoyed with me like they normally do."
"Trust me, they'll more likely get annoyed with me than you. I don't even hang out with them," I shake my head, "come on," I grab her hand as we head out the door, waiting for our taxi to arrive. I'm thankful that my mom is at work and not here to witness my slightly provocative choice of attire. Our taxi arrived, and soon enough we're both stood outside Faction Avenue. I feel hesitant to walk in, especially when I'm with Marlene, who I've learned to be as equally timid as I am. It's easy to be friends with someone who is confident like Lynn, and I've grown used to cowering behind her. Well not tonight. We spare a glance at each other before heading through the large glass double doors. The atmosphere inside hits us instantly, it's far more electric than usual. Seventies music is playing loudly, and people seem more energetic and free. I suppose this is more like what a night club looks like. However, I wouldn't know since I've never been to one. We look around before spotting the group. The group. The one that we normally avoid since Shauna went crazy at Lynn and I. I take a deep breath and lead us over to the table where they're sat. When we get there, a girl with a brown bob and stocky build smiles at me and scoots over on the couch to leave room. I decide to push Marlene to sit next to her, so that she feels more involved. I take the large armchair that's situated to the side of them, facing the other sofa where Shauna avoids eye contact with me. There's a low coffee table in-between us all, piled with drinks and empty glasses. Marlene must already know the girl with the brown bob because they immediately begin engaging in a conversation, presumably catching up.
"I like your dress, Tris." Shauna says to me, while still almost looking at the floor, seemingly uncomfortable. Is she trying to be nice?
"Yeah," Christina agrees. "You do look really pretty," she smiles at me earnestly, nodding her head. I don't quite know how to react.
"Thanks," I say a little dubiously. I hope Four hasn't forced them to be nice to me or anything. Four. Where is he? Shauna and Christina are sat with Will and Zeke, thankfully Peter isn't here to drool over me.
"Molly's going to go and buy me a drink," Marlene shouts to me over the incredibly loud music. "She'll get you one in about fifteen minutes so it doesn't look too suspicious." I lean over so that I can hear her, but feel a large hand on my back. I turn around and see Four smiling at me. He leans down and pushes me to the side a little bit on the arm chair, his hands pressing on the bare skin of my legs. Then he squeezes in next to me, keeping a hand firmly planted on my leg.
"Hey," I say to him. He leans into my ear so that I'll be able to hear him over the music.
"You okay?" He asks.
"Yeah, I'm good thanks. Are you?"
"Yeah. You look really beautiful." I smile shyly at his comment and tense up a little, I'm not used to him saying things like that to me. I'm not used to anyone saying things like that to me. "Sorry, just had to say it," he shrugs and gives me an apologetic smile. I know he's only being friendly. "Would you like me to go and get you a drink?" He asks in my ear again.
"If you don't mind?"
"Of course not, what do you want?"
"I'm not sure."
"I'll sort something out," he gets off the chair and walks over to the bar, just as Molly is returning with her drinks for Marlene.
"Want to taste it?" Marlene asks, forcing me to turn back around from where I was staring at Four. She pours out her bottle into a glass and hands it to me. I take it from her, cautiously sipping the slightly fizzy liquid. It tastes bitter and burns my throat, I recoil. I must pull a face because her and Molly laugh at me. "It's cider," she says.
"It's horrible!" I reply, hoping that Four decides to get me something less alcoholic tasting than that. My mouth feels dry and horrible. He arrives back soon enough, holding a beer in one hand and a fancy looking cocktail in the other. I shift up and he sits next to me on the leather armchair again, putting down his beer and handing me the cocktail.
"It's cucumber. Try it," he holds it out and I take the glass from him. I take a sip, and I'm surprised to find that I actually really like it. It's sweet and fresh at the same time, and I can't really taste any alcohol in it. I smile and nod my head, taking another sip. "It's got gin in it, so drink it slowly." He tells me, while taking a swig of his beer. I can see why he warned me to drink it slowly, I'm pretty sure I could down five of these because it tastes so good. I've never liked the taste of alcohol before now. We continue to all talk to each other over the loud music, mainly the boys shouting and laughing, clearly starting to feel buzzed over all the drinks. Christina engages in conversation between Marlene, Molly and I. She actually seems pretty nice. I lean forward on the edge of the chair while talking to them, and at the same time Four is shouting and laughing next to me, illustrating his points with his hands. I think they're taking about football. The whole time I'm conscious about how short my dress is, and how my bare skin is pressed against the material of his jeans. A few times he puts his hand lightly on my back while still talking to the others, and it doesn't go unnoticed when it trails further down, resting on my lower back. I shift uncomfortably on my seat, finding it hard to ignore him. He presses his hand firmer against my back and shakes me a little, only then do I realise he was just trying to catch my attention. I turn around to him.
"Want another one?" He gestures to the empty cocktail in my hand. It was my third one, we've been sat here for a couple of hours.
"Yeah sure," I begin to reach into my purse intending on giving him some money. All these cocktails must be pretty expensive. He puts his hand over mine to stop me. But then he's just holding my hand.
"I'll pay," he sports a wide closed-mouth smile and squeezes my hand before getting up and going to the bar. A funny feeling starts to grow in my stomach. When he returns with the drinks and sits back down, pressing up against my legs, the funny feeling in my stomach gets warmer and grows further down. I feel almost on edge, and find myself clenching my legs together a little. I'm also feeling much more confident due to the numerous cocktails. I take a gulp of my drink and subconsciously pull my dress down a little. He places a hand on my leg. He still talks to the boys, and I still talk to the three girls. But then his hand starts to slide further, very slowly, his fingers brushing the insides of my thigh. Not just my heart, but my whole body starts to drum a little. A sensation I've never felt before. I shift in my seat, clearing my throat quietly. He rubs circles with his thumb on my thigh. In my peripheral vision, I can see that his full attention still remains on the conversation that he's having with the boys.
"I don't feel well," Marlene starts to whine. She's pulling a sulky face and Molly takes the drink off her, putting it down on the table. Marlene sits back on the couch and he head sways a little.
"I think she might be sick," I say and Molly agrees.
"Let's get her to the bathroom," she says. I get up from the chair, letting Four's hand fall away. I'm almost relieved to be pulled away from the thoughts and feelings I was having. Only when I stand up do I realise I must be getting drunk too, because I stumble. Four steadies me with a hand on my hip, dangerously close to my behind.
"Careful," he laughs, "where are you going?"
"I'm just going to the bathroom with Marlene, she looks sick." He lets go of me as I pull Marlene up from the couch, while Molly supports her from the other end. She's wasted. We all stagger to the ladies' room, and as soon as we get there Marlene falls over into a stall and throws up into the bowl. "You okay, Mar?" I rub her back as she gets rid of all the alcohol and food she's been munching on.
"I probably shouldn't have bought her all that cider," says Molly. "Will her parents kill her?"
"She's supposed to be staying at my house tonight," I speak over Marlene's gagging noises.
"Okay well... don't want to ruin your night. I'll just call us a cab and she can crash at my apartment tonight. I've got to be at work in the morning anyway." She gets out her phone. "What's your number? I can text you my address incase you need to get her tomorrow or call her a cab." I get out my phone and we exchange numbers. This night was supposed to be celebrating Marlene's departure for college, but now she can't even enjoy it. Once Marlene has stopped being sick, we get her cleaned up and Molly calls a cab, taking them back to her place.
"Feel better soon Marlene!" I slur a little, and watch them head out the door. For some reason, it takes me a while to find our seats again, and Four isn't here. Where did he go? Is he hiding from me? I sit on the big couch next to Christina and Shauna, a puzzled expression on my face. "Where are the boys?" I ask, as they look at me knowingly and somewhat expectantly.
"They're playing a game of pool, all though they're all pretty drunk and aren't even hitting the balls properly. Four still seems to be doing a good job though."
"I'm sure he always does a good job," I quip and instantly cover my mouth. Shauna and Christina stare at me in shock, eyebrows raised, before bursting out laughing at the innuendo I just made. What's came over me? I laugh too, feeling incredibly giddy.
"Never knew you had a bit of a dirty mind Tris," Christina wipes tears from her eyes. Shauna smiles at me for what I presume to be the first time ever.
"Well, you don't know me, do you?"
"Yeah, about that…" Shauna says, looking at me apologetically. "I'm sorry for being a bitch. I…I have no reason for it. I guess I was kind of jealous of you and Four. I mean, not in that way," she touches my shoulder. "Just that I've been friends with him for years and I've tried getting him to open up to me and he never has. He's never even looked at anyone the way he looks at you."
"I understand," life's too short to hold grudges, after all. I think it's funny how girls all get along better when they've had a drink or two.
"I'm thankful for that," she smiles sincerely. "I really am."
"Well now that's solved, let's get back to the party," I reply, downing the rest of my drink. I don't know how many I've had now, but I suspect it's quite a few. I'll admit, I do feel pretty buzzed. Actually, I feel kind of sloshed. Is that even a word? By the looks of Four, he's pretty drunk too. Although he doesn't look like that afternoon I found him nearly passed out. He's laughing with his friends and having a good time. I have to admit, this seventies music night it pretty good. We continue to sit here comfortably, but then a different and very familiar song comes on, and Christina squeals making Shauna laugh and my ears ring.
"Oh my God I remember my parents listening to this all the time when I was a kid!" She shouts. "Come on, we've got to get up and dance." She grabs onto me and Shauna, pulling us both off the couch. She drags us to the middle of the small dance floor and begins to sway her hips, while still holding onto mine and Shauna's hand. I attempt to copy their moves, which are a little suggestive. However I'm feeling confident and pretty damn sexy in this dress. Tris in the morning is going to kill me for this. But I like being drunk Tris, it's fun. This song reminds me of my dad, it makes me feel happy and carefree. And I can't believe I'm holding hands with Shauna and Christina. I could choose to be mad at Shauna for the way that she acted with me, but I don't want to become a bitter person. It's either that, or I just like the fact that she's Lynn's sister, a little piece of her that I have left. I continue to dance, swaying my hips and arms with the music, and then I glance up to see Four examining me, a grin on his face. When we meet eye contact, we smile fondly at each other. He puts down his cue and walks over to me. He walks over to me like a predator to its prey. I get that funny feeling again when he gets nearer and nearer. By now I've stopped dancing, I just stand there, frozen. My hands still linked and being moved around by Shauna and Christina. He finally reaches us, standing about six inches away from me, staring down into my eyes. He smirks when I gulp, and beings to pry my hands from Christina and Shauna's firm grip. Christina objects, frowning and pulling my hand back again.
"It's my turn now," Four says to her, his voice a lot brighter and giddier than usual. "You can't have her to yourself all night." I laugh with him, and he pulls me to the other end of the dance floor, pressing my body against his, his hand firmly splayed across the middle of my back. Goosebumps spread outwards across my body, starting on my back and working their way down my arms. A jolt of electricity sparks in my chest, and I gulp for air when he leans close to me, his face inches from mine. He sways us to the music and has a small smile on his face. I dread to think what I look like right now. Then, he starts to sing along, in his deep voice that's surprisingly tuneful. My shoulders shake with laughter and my cheeks hurt from smiling so much. He carries on singing, but then he leans in close to me, so close that my breath hitches and all I can smell is him. He places his lips so close to my ear that they touch my skin when they move. My body is pressed against his body so much so I can not only hear the deep rumble of his quiet and seductive singing voice, but I can feel it too. Against my chest. I burn like I'm on fire. He continues to sing quietly in my ear before pausing to drag his soft lips lightly across the side of my face, then along my cheek, until his lips mould gently with mine. His lips brush against mine when he finishes the last work of the song, and my body shivers. He pulls back and gives me a shy smile. My legs feel like they're going to crumble beneath me. What are we doing? I'm too far gone to care. He releases my hands and drags his palms up the skin of my arms, over my shoulders and up the sides of my neck, leaving a burning trail in their wake. They cup my face. He doesn't give it a second thought before crashing his lips to mine, desperately and hungrily, but still careful. I can taste the alcohol on his breath, as I'm sure he can taste it on mine. His tongue moves along my bottom lip before sliding past them. I have only ever kissed sloppy teenage boys before, so this is incredible. I don't really know what I'm doing, I just copy everything that he does, letting him dominate the kiss. Our noses pressed against each other, our arms embraced and wanting, our mouths becoming one. I can only imagine how good it would be if he wasn't drunk at all. But this wouldn't be happening if we weren't drunk, the little annoying voice inside my head tells me. He has an experienced touch, and seems to know exactly what to do. I fight the thought that's going through my mind, questioning how many women he's done this with. Right now it doesn't matter. I sling my arms around his neck, reaching up on my tiptoes to deepen the kiss. However, that makes my tiny dress ride up, and he must realise because he pulls on the bottom of the hem, covering my behind with his hands.
"Do you want to get out of here?" His voice is huskier than usual, and his navy blue eyes are dilated so much they almost look black.
"Let's go to your place," I can feel the alcohol pumping throughout my veins, planning my actions for me.
"Are you sure?" He asks me. I know what he probably wants. But I also know what I want. And it's something I've never wanted before. I trust Four. I know Four. He squeezes my ass slightly when I don't answer him. I swallow thickly, that was enough for me to make up my mind.
"Yeah, come on." I tug on his hand. Before we walk out, he whistles over to Zeke and Will, waving a hand at them. They wave back, looking unsurprised that we're leaving together. I go to smile at Christina and Shauna but they're caught up in their own little world, still dancing together. We saunter out of the club, neither of sporting a jacket, but thankfully it isn't too cold outside.
"Do you want me to call a cab or shall we just walk?" He asks me, my hand still in his.
"Let's just walk, it's only about ten minutes, right?" Plus, we'll be safe with him here. I'm safe with him.
"Come on then," he pulls me to the side walk and we begin our journey back to his house. Well, attempting to do so. I think we're gently swaying side to side, me more so than him. I keep nearly tripping up on everything and I can't feel my feet. Four eventually stops and crouches down in front of me, lowering his back and holding out his arms. "Get on," he says to me, while laughing at how ridiculous I'm being. I'm clamber onto his strong back, loosely wrapping my arms around his neck. He hooks his arms under my thighs and he begins to walk. I can feel his muscles contracting and expanding beneath me. I'm also pretty certain my whole ass is on display to the neighbourhood right now, the end of my dress has slid upwards around my waist. I don't care. We're still stumbling, singing random songs at the top of our lungs. My singing voice is dreadful, and I can't manage to get a full line out without laughing hysterically. Four seems to find this hilarious, finishing the lines that I don't complete. When we get to his road, I unwrap my arms from around his neck and start to move my hands along his shoulders and back, feeling the definition of his muscles. I press a little firmer, rubbing up and down. He stops humming, and goes silent, turning his head to the side. He then starts to quicken up his pace, obviously now feeling desperate to get us back. I already know that Marcus and Sarah aren't at home this weekend because Four told me they went to Washington on business.
We arrive at his house, loose limbed and drunk. I slide down off him, and it takes him a while to successfully unlock the door, especially since I'm distracting him by pressing myself against his back and running my hands up his arms. "Fuck," he hisses when he nearly falls through the door due to pushing it open so hard. I laugh, clasping my hand to my mouth as he pulls me into the house behind him. He slams the door shut, and I'm pretty sure he forgot to take the key out of the lock. He turns around, first of all linking his fingers with mine so securely before he pushes me backwards and my spine is pressed against the wall above the heat of the radiator. The heat presses against my behind just right, sending tingles down my legs and causing my lips to seek out Four's. He attempts to tease me, but we're too intoxicated and impatient for that to work. So instead we kiss messily and urgently, our breaths mixed and rushed between us. First his hands let go of mine and clamp around my waist, then they drag down firmly, going across my behind until he reaches the back of my thighs, lifting me up in the process. My legs lock around his waist, pulling him even closer to me so that we're pressed against each other where we want it most. I'm fuelled by the alcohol, doing things I would never normally do. I unbutton his shirt, which proves to be a challenge because even my vision seems to be off. I kiss the newly uncovered skin after each button is unhooked, but then he can't take it anymore, ripping his shirt apart and clumsily desperately dragging it down his arms and flinging it across the hallway. I giggle at him and bite my lip, taking in his appearance. His eyes look sated and his hair is tousled from where my hands messed it up. While still keeping eye contact, I shakily run my hand down the planes of his chest, going lower and lower until I brush against the dark trail of hair on his abdomen. He releases a shaky breath, and readjusts me slightly so that I'm a little higher. I know why. I can feel him. My heart seems to be beating against my ribcage incessantly, as if it's trying to break free. My skin is as warm as I feel on the inside, the only thoughts in my head being — we're friends, what are we doing? — and— I want him. I need him. The confusion of the moment is almost too much to process, my body only taking care of its primal instinct. His kisses become tender, nipping the skin under my jaw as he moves my hair out of his way. Sometime in the moment, the straps of my dress had fallen down, and I become conscious of the fact that I'm not wearing a bra. He must be aware of the fact, considering I'm straining against his now bare chest. When I move my hand to push one of the straps up, his face nudges me away, continuing to kiss and lick the bare soft skin across my collarbone, over the three raven tattoos that Lynn drew. His breath and tongue and moisture and lips are heated with passion. Heated with the need and the desire that we all of a sudden have for each other. Has it always been there? This want. This need. I don't know. But I like it.
"Upstairs," I whisper against his ear, one hand clutching the side of his head, my fingers buried in his hair, and my other hand gripping his arm. He nods slightly, pulling me away from the wall and heading towards the stairs. He grips onto the bannister, with one hand still underneath me.
"Shit," he stumbles on the steps, causing my back to hit them and him to nearly fall down. I laugh, pulling him up to me again. "Sorry," he slurs, kissing my forehead wetly. I wrap my arms around his neck again and he continues to grip onto the bannister for dear life, pulling on it to drag us upwards. When we get to his bedroom, I reach my hand behind me to press on the handle as he kicks the door open with his foot. He slams it shut behind us, so loud I think it could possibly be blown off its hinges. He scrambles around while I distract him with my mouth, until his hand finally makes contact with the lock on the door and he turns it promptly. He carries me over to his work desk, shoving his laptop and papers aside to make room for me and place me down on the solid cold wooden top. I lift my hips as he pushes the silky material of my dress upwards, and my palms sweat as I clutch onto him for dear life, my head resting on his shoulder. The room spins as his deft fingers hook into the sides of my lace underwear. I look over him to the other end of the room, where the bright green numbers on the digital clock sat on his bedside table strike midnight. The day may have just ended, but our night has only just begun.
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