The Colour Purple Chapter 183: A Place for Broken Girls, a king of fighters fanfic

The Colour Purple... The King of Fighters '95

This (chapter) fanfiction was originally written circa: [XX.96] (Thank you)

"Which Character are you?"

Note to self: Legacy chapter numbering (32- - -), does not match.

ORIGINAL CHAPTER

Muchiko Vogel, the Whip held a framed photograph in her hand, looking at it longingly. In that small wooden frame was an instant photograph Polaroid picture. Mayhaps it was tricks from the light, or perhaps it was her extreme fatigue. She wore a completely sweat drenched black tank top and her breathing was so laboured that her mind felt light and she thought she would pass out the next moment, but for some odd reason looking at it today it felt, different, like she saw some strange shadow she did not recall seeing before.

The photograph. In 1979, Whip was 11 years old. Next to her was Wilhelm Heidern (48 years old), his arm in a cast, looking down and away from the camera. Looking away as if to hide and protect himself from the world. The little girl did not smile in the photograph. OH. Oh how I wish it could be 1979 all over again. Despite the pain, and despite all of the suffering! Back then, life was easier, and the rules were easy to understand… for both YOU and ME.

Breathing out, Muchiko put that thought aside and placed the framed photo back on her bookshelf. Resolute in order to leave a trail of DESTRUCTION as restitution.

In the neatly framed photo stood the little girl, a hardened old German veteran next to her, and something else… It was a wide smile that gleamed bright when no one else was looking.

GOD wanted to save mankind, and so he reached out. But there were some who did not accept GOD'S offering. They intended to destroy the order that GOD sought to create for mankind.

…

June 6, 1985 - The remains of Josef Mengele, the physician notorious for Nazi human experimentation on inmates of Auschwitz concentration camp, buried in 1979 under the name of Wolfgang Gerhard, are exhumed in Embu das Artes, Brazil.

1985. Munich, Germany. Vogel Palace Estates.

Oswald D'arcy, 64 years old, held a mid-sized aluminum training saber in his hand. Shorter than most of its conventional kind, approximately 16 inches in blade length. The old man held it out with his right hand, thumb on its serrated hilt.

I AM NOT HERE TO DUEL.

On the opposite side of the equation was a young lady, Muchiko Vogel, 17 years old. She held a conventional 6 inch bladed training knife in a forward grip, thumb over fingers and her empty left hand guard up, four fingers extended and locked together, like a karate chop, bobbing slowly in place.

MAKE IT MORE USEFUL.

Certainly it seemed unfair for the old man to have a much longer weapon, however, seeing as he was not that familiar with these bladed weapons, and nothing in the world was fair – these rules were somewhat quite reasonable.

A KILLING WEAPON!

For Oswald, when just 17 years ago he was changing this girl's diapers, it was somewhat awkward that they were now engaging in a mock play where their purpose was to KILL each other with great prejudice.

Muchiko bobbed up and down, waiting, her eyes absolutely focused on Oswald's shoulders. She was in the zone, so much that she was unaware of the basic fact that her body absolutely disposed of the ability to feel hunger, she had lost the sense of smell, AND she could no longer HEAR. Her body had abandoned all these sensations in order to concentrate ALL OF HER SENSATIONS in order to KILL her enemy.

"M-s-r-."

"Mi-s-r-s-."

"-is-t-e-."

TO BE ABLE TO SLAY GOD!

All these sounds were a blurry slush to Muchiko who was absolutely focused on her enemy and the only thing she could hear was the dull BASS BOOM of her heartbeat when she watched every motion of the old man's lips.

MY GOD! Oswald wheezed. Driven to the brink of exhaustion, Oswald relaxed his shoulders and let the tip of his saber tilt down. "Mistress, this is getting ridiculo,…" Oswald…

NOW!

Muchiko LUANCHED into life. She tapped her right foot forwards one then two inches forward. Breaking the tempo instead of stepping right and left, she tapped her right foot forward twice and hurled her left leg 36 inches forward – LEAPING forward, swerving her guard up and over Oswald's line of vision then STABBING with her right hand targeted at the old man's left eye. She breathed in! Then EXPLODED into motion extending her right arm.

GET WILD!

The problem is…

Oswald grinned brightly, with bitter gnashing of teeth – INSTANTLY – the old man cocked his head back. IT did not need to be that much, only an inch or two was enough. In that spastic motion the tip of Muchiko's blade did not reach his rose coloured glasses as Oswald skipped backwards when 100% of his afterburners launched his body backwards.

Oswald snarled with a sneer smile.

Your pain is MY pain, and somebody's pain.

Oswald reversed the motion and now he moved FORWARD. Like the motion of clapping, Oswald slapped the back of Muchiko's live hand with his own left hand driving it into his blade that slashed in simulation to her right wrist – thus cutting her - suicide open. THEN. Basic Filipino knife fighting concepts followed by big bowie tactics, Oswald made his body small, tucked his stomach in and jumped back – but at the same time he still had a half double edged weapon. with 2 or 3 inches of the tip live at both sides he put his hand up above the girl's right hand and FLICKED forcefully. Like fanning yourself on a hot day, or slapping a raw piece of meat with a spatula – in rapid succession Oswald slashed the top edge of his training knife HARD REPEATEDLY down her forearm. One twothree fourfivesix! Ending at her inner armpit. The bowie BACK CUT technique. By this time, her right forearm would be streaming like a chewed up garden hose.

Now her entire arm was conceivably gutted.

To add insult to injury Oswald D'arcy SLAPPED the flat of his blade on Muchiko's temple with such fervour that her protective glasses launched unto the opposite side of the room with a hollow clack.

…

Basic knife fighting concepts. Easy to understand. Hard to accept.

When you arm two monkeys with KNIVES.

"FICKEN!" Muchiko screamed as she threw her training knife to the ground. Seething, wallowing in a rancid pool. Curling her body into a corkscrew ball of anger and rancor.

"MISTRESS!" Oswald SHOUTED. MISTRESS!

She did not want to make eye contact and just spat out into the ground in anger.

"FRAULIEN!"

For some reason, that sound made her stop- slow down – calm down, and when she was able to slowly calm her breathing and reign in her anger Muchiko looked up at the top of the tall ceiling.

"Haagghhh,… sssshhhhcccchhh…." She breathed in through her teeth.

"Schhagghhhh…" As if to mimic, Oswald repeated the sound, to CALM his old body as well.

WHY. WHY MUST YOU TRY SO VERY HARD?

That I can not understand.

"Again!" Muchiko said.

"No, stop. Take a rest." Oswald replied.

"NO. NO! NnononONONO!"

"Mistress…"

Oswald put his hand over Muchiko's shoulder, BUT, immediately she slapped it away and snarled back at the old man, locking gazes with him – imprisoning him without fear nor shame.

"SSSSchhhh,…" Oswald breathed in. "It still…" HE said. Unafraid and not looking away, maintaining eye contact with a mocking smile. Yes. This look in your eye, is not any different from 17 years ago when I changed your diapers and I was deaf to your crying, so do not attempt to persecute me… Back then and even now, you are UNABLE to intimidate me, girl.

EVERYTHING…

I STILL [CONSTANTLY] SEE THESE DREAMS. OSWALD.

WHY? Why must you try so very, very HARD?

As if it is REQUIRED? As if this constant PAIN is ESSENTIAL?

After all this time… "It still bothers you, doesn't it?" Oswald asked with a cheeky grin. "Your relationship with herr Heidern is a complicated, complex, and confounding one." Perplexing, bewildering, throwing mortals into a pit of confusion and disorder…

I still have this dream. And I am enraged that I am simply unable let it go…

Muchiko picked up her blunt aluminum training knife from the ground, seething and hissing as she did.

"Despite what the culture teaches you to believe… Mistress…" Oswald droned on, "A woman will grow to become a woman naturally, however, the MEN she meets on that journey will inevitably determine the KIND of woman she will BECOME."

Perplexing and bewildering. It must drive you to the brink of insanity. You could have simply taken your father's treasures and retire into a comfortable stupor. YET, you resist in masochism. THIS THING that imprisons you… that is why you are still HERE.

"Why did you have to appear to me, HEIDERN? Like a DREAM – so fleeting…"

…

Because of YOU.

…

This feeling… was the result from a lifelong of comfort and security – only leading to a tortuous depression when it was all taken away.

A PRISON.

Muchiko looked to her right side and grabbed an apple – now rotten. It was so despicable but at this point she was so hungry that she no longer cared. Dignity was just another irrelevant notion in this world.

…

Had you not appeared…

…

The old woman said, "It is too late for that girl. At the end of the Zweiter Weltkrieg, wild mobs hunted down the remnants of those who perpetuated the WAR that destroyed the world, and slaughtered their children." Excising them from existence, and to the extent that even their offspring would not be allowed to be spared.

…

Schausen Sie genau hin… Take a closer look. Mitte kudasai.

…

"Heidern." Muchiko said, talking to herself. "I wanted them to just go away." But, I couldn't FIGHT them… I... Tears slowly collected from the edges of her eyes. "There was just…" her voice broke.

I WAS AFRAID! Did you beat me down relentlessly for days, in order for me to FINALLY come to this subdivided, easy to understand, and base realization? Is that what you wanted to hear me admit?! I was AFRAID! I was AFRAID! Wilhelm Heidern!

…

Dieser HASS… This HATRED. Kono nikushimi wo.

…

THERE WAS JUST TOO MANY OF THEM!

…where were YOU, then. Where were YOU, Wilhelm when I cried out loud for YOU!

To pity me. To nurture me. To fight for me. To SAVE me, as a small girl.

…when I cried out for you, back then – when THEY destroyed everything.

…

She looked over her shoulder.

IF. If only I had courage. If only I did not fear death. IF. If only I had POWER.

Maybe… they would have gone away, and left me alone.

I COULD HAVE KILLED [A L L] OF THEM!

"How I wish I had not found you… that was the most beautiful thing I have ever heard."

…

Diese Einsamkeit… This LONELINESS. Kono samishii wo.

"No, I was with you THERE, all this time, little girl." By your side.

You just didn't realize it, back then…

…against the entire world.

…

I wish you had never appeared in front of me. Then. Wilhelm Heidern.

Chapter 183: A Place for BROKEN GIRLS.

God was confused. Did mankind not want to be saved?

…and you lifted me up, step by step, and day by day, slowly – with careful purpose and with great care - freed me from this agony – when a life of eternal ignorance and indifference would have been easier? HAD YOU NOT SHOWN YOURSELF TO ME!?

In the end, there was only betrayal. Oh how I wish I could turn back time and could FIGHT, and prevent the mistakes that happened between you and me. Because of my weakness.

…AND now,

Why must we fight each other?

…

"Are you Heidern?!" The small girl asked, sternly, obviously audibly annoyed. A coy, yet somewhat nervous twitch that served to occupy her between bouts of silence. "My father asked you to teach me how to fight, that is all."

A devilish intent that would not be subdued. Wilhelm Heidern looked down at the small girl in front of him, her locks had a crimson hue amongst her brunette hair. "That is true." Heidern sighed. "Nothing more and nothing less."

…

When the PRESSURE was too much to bear, the FORCE of nature pushed her head back and the TEARS rushed past the edges of her eyes and those drops subdivided into smaller teardrops disappearing upwards and into the sky.

The girl GNASHED her teeth against each other, cracking into themselves upon such horrendous rapture, unable to save herself from PAIN!

Dieser HASS!

Diese Einsamkeit!

Deise.

DIESE TRAURIGKEIT! This SADNESS!

Das ist meine Realitat. This IS MY REALITY! BECAUSE OF YOU!

[G_O_D.]

"You hurt my friend." Muchiko, the Whip whispered softly. "My name is Muchiko."

Mein name ist, Muchiko Vogel. Die PEITSCHE. The WHIP!

…and if even the GOD obstructs my way, you TOO will become my ENEMY! HERE!

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RUGAL BERNSTEIN, and all of your kind! ALL of your people.

I promise, that I will kill ALL OF YOU! For all the PAIN you inflicted on ALL OF US!

For all the suffering you've laid upon me, and everything you've FORCED me to do.

EVERY last ONE! Until NOTHING remains of your crushed, smoldering bodies!

…

Shiksa, the purpose of intelligent knife fighting is to SURVIVE.

In reverse hammer grip, the girl pulled her good arm back the metal blade reflected brightly as if to devour every last bit of light from that room and in a flash! Blind to Heidern's attack, in her sights was simply Heidern's one weak point – his one good eye. If she could DESTROY it, then this nightmare…

From the corner of her eye. From the deep darkness, Heidern's LEFT arm, his good arm lunged forwards targeting Muchiko's eye in slow motion as she slowly turned to the side. Just a half second as the girl was about to drive her blade into her enemy's own eye.

And those fingers DRIVEN forward with the clear intent to go past her eye sockets and destroy her brain. With great prejudice.

INTELLIGENT. KNIFE FIGHTING!

…

(175) Clark drove his entire weight predictably into Heidern's LEFT knee – completely predicting the action and interrupted the launch at so very early, at just 22% of Heidern's motion.

Clark was immediately able to predict the launch thus driving Heidern's left heel BACK into the ground, trapping it into the soil. With a SNAP, while it was still straight Clark's push kick dislocated Heidern's left leg at the knee before he could launch a counterattack.

IS IT ONLY THOUGH VIOLENT FIGHTING WILL YOU FINALLY UNDERSTAND?

…

If there was a GOD, perhaps he would hear my prayer, and take pity upon me. The little girl, looking downwards, silently grabbed a clump of the front of Heidern's shirt. Tugging lightly, weakly, meekly and sadly. Wishing… pleading, and begging… that maybe… He would not leave.

…and IF YOU ARE HUNGRY ENOUGH, a little help from the Goddess of Victory.

The BEAST'S left leg crumpled suddenly, knocking the monster's attack off course just a half an inch sidelong from Muchiko's eye when she cocked her head to the side at the last moment, Heidern's fingers scraping her cheek.

The intense PRESSURE pushing the Whip's face back, she gnashed her teeth and snarled, "IF YOU are the reason he walked away, IF YOU are the reason we have to fight. THEN. I WILL DESTROY YOU!" God or Devil. No matter who you are.

Muchiko, with the last of her might willed her flaccid left arm up, her left palm pushed the back knuckles of Heidern's left attack just off center, just enough as she pulled her head back to dodge. THEN! Muchiko STABBED that blade FAST, HARD and DEEP! With her entire upper body the tip of the Lance of Longinus penetrated the back of Heidern's left wrist until it finally impaled itself into his right collarbone.

WOAH WOAH, HERE SHE COMES! SHE'S A MANEATER!

"RRRyyyAGGHHAAHH!" SHE ROARED. "HeeeiiiideERRRNN!" She heaved her entire bodyweight forward as she crucified Heidern's left hand BACK into his own body.

WHAM!

How did it end up like this? I can't look – it's killing me. It's taking control.

WAKE UP!

…

"The first prerequisite of a good leader, is LOVE for the PEOPLE she leads."

…all other shortcomings can be negotiated.

"RRRyyyAGGHHAAHH!" SHE ROARED.

I am so happy. I am so happy I chose you. Fraulien.

…

The monstrous red blood erupted like a volcano when The Whip impaled Heidern's hand back into his body. With her entire body weight she kept that beast back with every bit of her strength.

Then flashes. Sudden rushes of memories penetrating her eyes and rushing into her brain all at once – memories, thoughts – anger, hatred and regret – a miasma of colours coalescing together to form a beautiful picture she could finally understand.

Like a punctured can of red spray paint. Like a slashed garden hose. Like a geyser of red hot water searing your skin – the red blood SPEWED UP AND OUT from the beast's clavicle and painted the Whip's body a complete crimson.

"WHY? Why won't you STOP! HEIDERN!"

Do you hate us so much? Are you so very desperate? Or are you just so very miserable? So much so, that you would take up arms and are willing to destroy the entire world?

…

A! This is why…

…

The hollow cavern of Heidern's right eye socket glowed a bright red, when a crimson light erupted from the darkness, and a savage monster lunged up.

"WHY WON'T YOU STOP!?" Muchiko screamed.

Heidern's right hand grabbed the Whip's left shoulder, his claws dug deep, pushing her back. THEN. Heidern BIT HARD into the woman's right clavicle in immediate retaliation.

Muchiko wailed loudly in pain. With two points of contact like a savage ANIMAL, Heidern reversed her momentum instantaneously and pinned Muchiko to the ground.

Heidern tilted his head back, leaving a trail of the Whip's blood in the air as he growled, snarled and roared again pulling a large chunk of flesh upwards.

"RRRYAYAAGHHH!" She cried in pain.

THERE IS NO GREATER THREAT THAN [POWER] WITHOUT [PURPOSE].

"Director!" Ralf shouted.

"Double U!" Clark called out.

Despite having no power, and being weaker than all of them.

…at the end, there is ONE thing I possess.

…I want…

The woman sucked in her breath, her diaphragm began to spasm and contract wildly as the adrenaline pumped wildly through her veins. Her brain was about to go INSANE from the shock and her entire being focused on one thing – in order to SURVIVE. When the MADNESS was too much to bear, her mind grew silent and the voices disappeared one by one, slowly. All that was left was the static that accompanied up on the television at 2 AM in the morning.

…and that is the LOVE both you and I share with all those boys we saved, and the accepted HATRED for everyone who did both you and I, wrong!

Heidern…

Reasoning with a madman, is the second sign of insanity. They did all they could in order to vindicate their crimes of hatred. They wanted to kill us. Just for their vanity. Just for their arrogance. And for all their hollow platitudes, they instead called it JUSTICE. When we had nothing to do with any of IT. When we just wanted to be left alone.

With the riches left to me. Had I done nothing, and wallowed in sorrowful apathy. None of this would have to happen. BUT IT'S GOOD TO MAKE A CHOICE. SIT ON THE FENCE YOU MAKE NO ENEMIES…

OR FRIENDS…

With her back on the ground and a monster directly on top of her – an ultimate predator ready to devour its prey, a deep blue light enveloped the air around the woman in a cylindrical trap – a blue glass cup. She did not notice it at first but the calm hue, the peaceful hum started to BURN the floating wisps of dust around her, leaving behind only wisping gray embers. Slowly searing her skin and the flesh of her friend. Why won't you UNDERSTAND!? [They] are trying to DESTROY us AGAIN. "There is no limit to the people I HATE, and the quota of my EMPATHY slowly dwindles."

"Mistress!" Oswald's voice said from Muchiko's earpiece intermittedly clouded in static. "Don't… do not… Don't… give up! Chairman – please STOP! The Company can still beat Heidern. Don't do this! PLEASE!" The old Irishman begged.

With the vertical pressure driving her down – so much it was too terrible to bear. Ravaging her body. Dwindling her spirit, yet, igniting a FIRE that lay dormant, long, for so many years. WHY? WHY DID YOU HAVE TO VISIT ME? Did you just want me to SUFFER?

The little girl, silently grabbed a clump of the front of Heidern's shirt.

Gravity enslaved us in like fashion. With chains and fear. Unable to move forward until the moment where we decided to let it ALL go. Into the cosmos, over the pain.

{This pain is NOTHING. Compared.} I am so sad. The constant misery overcomes me, on silent nights like this one. And left only with questions. When it is dark and I am all alone and wonder, exactly, where in this life, I went inevitably astray?

I want to…

{To what YOU and I have endured.} All these years… Since last Sunday, in 1979.

No. He said. I wanted us to be free from these chains. And change the world, in a better, more beautiful image, Fraulein. Instead of suffering, we would just DIE in peace.

ONCE SOMETHING'S ALIVE – IT DOESN'T DIE EASILY.

Hunching down, a hungry and vengeful BEAST bared down unto her, but, all she could see was his good left eye. That eye stared at her, with longing, sorrow and sadness. What little was left of Heidern's humanity, at a momentary slight glimpse looked down at the girl. And all she could do, in respect for him, was, to stare back into the ABYSS and wonder… DO NOT FIGHT MONSTERS – LEST YOU BECOME A MONSTER - what this monster, looking back at her, thought, as the ABYSS gazes back at you!

The evil satellite from the sky launched back down into the Earth with the speed of light, into her, and bringing into clear vision, Muchiko Vogel's bloodshot eyes as she stared upwards into heaven!

"LOOKS LIKE YOU MADE A FRIEND after all, little y8irl:." God said sarcastically yet, sweetly.

The blue light BURNED so painfully, threatening to devour the entire world. With her left hand the Whip forcefully grabbed the side of Heidern's head and immediately pulled his face CLOSE and directly in front of hers. "GOD! God of man!", and pulled the Beast's head TIGHT directly in front of her face so his eyes would stare into her eyes in retaliation, she pulled him in!

Eye to eye both him and her were trapped [here] and the rest of the world would not interfere… She slapped the large red button – resetting the chess clock. Back to 1979…

Nineteen Seventy Nine.

When life was so much simpler, then. And the rules were so much easier to understand.

…all children should learn to play chess. And if they did, THEY would be richer for it.

"Let's DO it!" The first childrens sneered,

"Lte's do it" The second garbled speech spat in tow.

LET'S MAKE YESTERDAY and TODAY, ONE and THE SAME! AGAIN!

…

ONE TWO THREE FOUR! Four walls slammed down entrapping them. Are you so benevoulent, that you would sit idle, as to allow your children to SUFFER? As such, you've left me no choice, but to HATE you. So very, very much. So… SO there you are. Show me your ONE TRUE FORM. GOD of man.

…

a soft, calm silence… in a clear, white room. I could hear nothing but a slight hum…

…

Her eyes shrank into pinpoint pupils when she stared down into the abyss. The monster.

"So there you are! AT LAST. I've FOUND you! So THIS is the ROOM you've been hiding in, Heidern, for all this time." COME OUT! And be FREE from the disgusting prison God and yourself have made, and for the REST of the people we loved more than life itself.

The TRUE FINAL form of the Beast.

The BEAST – part 43.

"ARE YOU GOD? Who are you?" a little girl asked, as she found herself in this place, apart from what she expected, within crossroads so far apart from her own choosing.

So, YOU are the one I have to KILL, in order to be free? The one I HATE the most.

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1979. Munich, Germany. Sunday. (168).

Looking down on the front page was a hand scribbled sentence. 'Play a game of chess with Heidern.' And, "When you finally come to the end of your journey, when you [find] the Ultimate Truth…"

"Is that all, sir?" The old man behind the wheel asked one last time.

"We can ggnnwwrrrr." Heifrrdern rethplsied. The tape caught all of a sudden and the flow of time was suddenly interrupted with such a painful noise. The videotape suddenly became a garbled mess of black, white and gray on the TV screen…

Heidern stepped out from the truck and walked towards a young German teen who stood with his camera just by the bluff on the opposite side of him. He had not noticed it before but a young man was taking photographs leisurely there.

"Junge." Heidern said.

The Polaroid Instant Camera 400 series was made from 1971-1979. An instant camera is a camera which uses self-developing film to create a chemically developed print shortly after taking the picture.

The 400 series was priced at $150 US dollars, and is now worth $1218.95 in 2024 dollars accounting for inflation.

"Sagt CHEESE!"

FLASH. AND I HAD FORGOTTEN EVERYTHING.

Sometimes when I am bored and sit alone in a dark room, I find myself nostalgic and enjoying the simple act of looking at old pictures. When I was young, I did not pay much heed to it, and other times thought the act quite tedious. Though, now, I slowly understand why my father enjoyed taking pictures of himself and I, while I didn't care. But now, it's too late.

…and now I cannot turn time back. Because today is SO HORRIBLE.

Danke schoen." The young German boy handed the instant picture to Heidern. Handing the boy a few crumpled notes in repayment, Wilhelm smiled and thanked him. Turning to the side, Heidern gave the photograph to the small girl.

Heidern's lips parted, but he remained silent. He was about to say something…

…but.

He just did not say anything. AND. Perhaps, it was enough.

"One does not need speak, unless it improves upon silence"

The small rectangular Polaroid picture… Heidern stood up straight and next to him was a small 11 year old girl. In this place in 1979. On the far opposite side of the picture, 6 or so feet away, was a small blonde haired boy, hands in his pockets, the cheese stood alone. With a wide fang toothed smile that spanned ear to ear as if a knife slashed his cheeks that widened his bloody grin across his face.

What were you doing there? God.

…

THE ROOM.

Then, a silent peace overcame her. A cool wind, a lazy Sunday afternoon reserved only for us, and ours alone…

"It's so nice to have you over for dinner." Sandra, Heidern's wife said with a smile. "Wilhelm doesn't talk much about his work. Are you one of his students?"

She said.

Muchiko Vogel did not reply, and slowly as the sensation came back into her fingertips, the girl found herself in a 12-year-old girl's body, in a strange and peculiar dining room. Dinner table.

SO here you are.

{I've FINALLY found you!}

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