[Raynin]

 
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September 24, 2017, 7:00 PM
Auckland, New Zealand… Parakai Springs

The Angels of the Fallen have had a very rough week.  After the loss to the London Underground, they've been training almost non-stop.  Darknyss has made up her mind that no matter what was thrown at them next time, the Angels of the Fallen would come out on top, and wouldn't stop until they got their hands on the Sin City Wrestling's Bombshell Tag Team Titles.  She's been working their bodies into the ground, and after spending the day at the Clinch Brazillian Ju Jitsu and Mixed Martial Arts gym, sparring in a cage, the bodies of the Angels were beaten and bruised, and in need of a little T.L.C.

Diamond was all excited as she went through her travel potion kit, getting things ready for their little trip to the Parakai Springs.  They were in their hotel room at the Hilton Auckland Hotel for almost an hour as she mixed together an array of different materials to come up with this cream that smelled foul in the jar.  She held it out under Gothika's nose, forcing her to sniff it, who then made a face, covering her nose and shaking her head.

"Ewww!!  Oh my GOD girl!!  That shit smells like old feet dipped in hot garbage!!  I KNOW you're not expecting us to do something with it!!"

Diamond chuckles and nods her head.

"Oh yeah!  You put it on your bruises and cuts and I promise, the smell changes once it's on your skin.  It normally starts to smell like some kind of fruit.  Watch!"

She dabs her finger into the jar and puts some on the back of her hand, and holds it out to Gothika who shakes her head.

"Nope.  Not gonna do it!  You stuck that jar under my nose the first time.  Ain't no way I'm volunteering to sniff that booty smellin' mess."

Diamond pounces on Gothika playfully, locking her in a headlock, sticking her hand beneath Gothika's nose as they both giggle and tussle.

"Smell it!!  Smell it!!  You know you want to!!!  You know you wanna smell what I've been cookin'!!"

Gothika stands up, leaving Diamond dangling from around her neck like a giant necklace.  Diamond squeaks and her eyes go wide.

"MEEP!!"

She puts her feet slowly on the ground and clears her throat and straightens her clothes pouting.

"Ok.  I get it.  You don't trust me.  That's ok."

Gothika rolls her eyes and grumbles.

"FINE YOU BIG ASS BRAT!!"

She grabs Diamond's wrist, making her squeak again, pulling her hand to her nose, sniffing quickly.  She lifts an eyebrow and sniffs again more deeply.

"Hey!!  Ok, you're right, Emme.  That smells like watermelon to me."

Diamond rubs her wrist and frowns at her friend.

"Dang, Mia.  You're a little rougher than usual these days.  Are you feeling alright?"

Gothika nods and pats her friend gently on the shoulder.

"Sorry Emme.  You know, being with Dmitri is awesome.  He's awakened things inside of me I never thought I would enjoy.  And I guess I need to kind of check my strength.  Well, at least outside of the ring.  Plus, with everything that happened during the Battle Royal...  I guess I'm just a bit on edge."

Diamond nods as she places some herbs, and what looks like a dried-up salamander in an obsidian mortar and uses the pestle to grind it up into a fine powder.

"Yeah, I get it.  You know I've been waiting for the chance to get back into the ring myself, but... For some reason, I just can't seem to get out of the manager zone.  I mean, don't get me wrong.  I love accompanying Jeremiah and you guys down to the ring, but I just want to get my hands dirty again.  I just hope that I get to mix it up in the ring again soon.  I feel like the chicks in the back have forgotten just what it means to feel the magic of the VooDoo Queen of the Ring."

Gothika chuckles and nods her head.

"Who you tellin'.  The crazy thing about it is, everyone seems to think that it's suddenly so cool to say that they're from Detroit.  I mean, like why?  Do they think it makes them seem tougher or something?  I mean, granted... those of us who are ACTUALLY FROM Detroit do tend to be a bit more...  tough... Able to handle themselves in fucked up situations..."

Diamond interrupts her with a snort.

"You mean ghetto.  Stop beatin' around the bush about it!"

Gothika shrugs.

"Alright, alright. Yeah.  You knew what I meant.  When it comes to handlin' our business in the streets, we gets it done.  But I mean come on!!  Why claim it if it's not true?"

Diamond chuckles ruefully and shakes her head.

"Because bein' from the D is known as coming from a damned war zone.  And people think that if they say they're from the D, it makes them seem harder.  But I mean, ok.   Yeah, we're some bad ass chicks.  And yeah, we can be some ghetto bitches when the need arises.  But hell.  You know these chicks ain't really from the D.  No way they can claim they grew up around Chandler Park on the East Side, or even know where Mumford High School is at on the west off of Outer Drive.  Hell, you can tell they ain't even some of the bourgeoise bitches from over near Riverview.  And you can for damn sure tell they ain't from around the Jeffries Projects.   I bet they're really some 'West Bloomfield' suburb bitches claimin' the D like all of the other folks who claim to be from the D are always doing.  Cause let's face it...  Actually coming from Detroit just makes you fuckin' cool as fuck!!  Oh, no offense Raynin."

While her friends had been chatting, Raynin was sitting there, quietly nodding.  But if you were to look in her eyes, you'd see that she wasn't quite there.  She had one part of her conscious mind listening, but the majority of her mind was in turmoil.  Her body was moving on autopilot as she tussled with The Other in the crystal maze of her mind.  She heard the Other howl in her mind, and hiss at her in that sibilant voice.

"YOU PROMISSSSED ME!!!"

She put her hands over her ears, and made a face, and her friends looked at her confused.  She felt her body shake its head and wave it off as they stood up and walked out of the room towards the elevator to head for the Parakai Springs.  She closed her eyes as the doors closed, and in her mind, she tried to speak to the Other.

"I know.  And I didn't lie.  We tried really hard to win!  It wasn't our fault that the London Underground cheated to get the win!"

The Other lifts its head and the roar it let out almost deafens her.  She knew her body didn't even bother to try to cover its ears because there was no escaping the sound.  She could feel the small trickle of blood begin to come from her nose and ears and sighed heavily as The Other continued to roar at her.

"I WANT MY PRECIOUSSSS!!!"

She took a deep breath, and felt her body pull out a piece of paper towel from her pocket and wipe her nose. She knew that her hair was hanging down and it would cover the droplets coming from her ears.  She let her body continue autopilot because they had gotten into the rental SUV and were heading towards their destination.  She sunk completely into the crystal maze and looked at the Other, who had let a bit more of its demonic aura slip than normal.  The Other still wore her face, but its lower body looked like a snake, horns had poked out of the curls of hair from its forehead, and a pair of leathery looking wings had sprouted from its shoulders.  She shuddered as she stared at the demon wearing her face, then sighed heavily and tiredly.

"Look, I know you're pissed!  And you're not the only one!!  Damia and I are BOTH pissed as fuck!!  But all we can do is keep on moving forward!  And I'm not giving up!  You getting all blustery ain't doing nothing but hurting us both!!  Now stop this idiotic bullshit and do something constructive!!"

The Other stopped short, looking her up and down slowly.  It crossed its arms over its chest and inhaled deeply before letting it go with a hiss.

"And what do you propossssse we do to rectify thissss ssssituation?"

She shakes her head slowly and points at The Other with a frown.

"Well, for starters, stop trying to take over in the middle of a match!  I've promised you equal opportunity to spend some time in the ring.  But even then, you have to follow the rules!  No flippin' out and trying to rip someone's head off!!"

The Other rolls it's red snakelike eyes and hisses at her with its forked tongue.

"Fine!!  I think I can control my more basssse urgesss for the time being."

She nodded and started to pace back and forth slowly.

"Good.  Cause if we overstep our boundaries in the ring, they won't give us another shot at the titles.  And that means no more precious for you!  Now, we have to work on our transitions a bit better.  When we're in the ring, if we want to... say tap out to let the other one of us take over, it has to be smooth... It has to take less than a second.  And right now, when I'm trying to take over, you're fighting me for control."

The Other rolls it's eyes and grumbles like a petulant child.

"That'ssss becausssse YOU only let me out sssso infrequently!  I need more time with the body!  I need to be able to experience new ssssenssssationssss!!!  Feel new feelingssss!!  I need to get laid!!!"

She throws her hands up in the air, shaking her head quickly.

"Whoa whoa whoa whoa WHOA!!  Oh Hell naw!!  The devil is a lie!!!  Like HELL you're about to go out and get laid using MY body!!!"

The Other chuckles and shakes her head and shrugs.

"It wassss worth a try.  But you get my meaning.  I need more time in the body to be able to let go more eassssily.  Come on now little Rabbit.  What'ssss a couple of more minutessss of sssleepy time in the long run?  Issssn't getting the precioussss back more important?"

As she's talking, The Other slithers closer towards Raynin, wrapping the coils of her snake tail around Raynin's body slowly.  Raynin finally realizes what she's done and gasps as she feels her body suddenly starting to be squeezed in the snake skinned coils.  She wiggles, trying to free herself, but The Other has her bound tightly.

"Now I think you're ssssstarting to undersssstand your predicament.  I've been sssssweet and complacent over the passst few monthssss.  I've done what wassss needed to let the body recuperate, and for you to help your friend through thissss trying time with her mother.  But now... Now I want what you promissssed!!!  I want ssssatissssfaction!!  And I will get it!!"

Raynin comes to suddenly, gasping for air as she's standing in a bathroom at the Parakai Springs.  She has no idea how she's gotten there.  She's wrapped in a fluffy white towel, and her hair is hanging down her back in soft waves.  She's got a death grip on the porcelain sink in front of her as she keeps gasping.  She looks up in the mirror and is shocked to see that her left eye is its normal brown color while the other is blood red with a snake like slit down the center.  She watches helplessly as The Other takes over control of her mouth.

"You will give me what I want.  And you will be quick about it.  Becausssse if you don't... Thingssss will begin to get ugly."

As she's watching, the mirror seems to warp as if it's turned liquid.  She keeps gripping the porcelain sink, and she feels her arms being taken over.  She watches as The Other rips the sink from its mounting and throws it across the room, causing it to shatter against the wall.

"And I don't jusssst mean for you!!!  EVERYONE WILL SSSSSUFFER!!!!"

She ducks as the mirror suddenly shatters outward towards her.  The glass tinkles down to the ground around her, and she stays there, huddled in a ball as she hears the insane laughter of The Other filling her head.  She slowly opens her eyes and looks around, and sees that there's nothing wrong with the bathroom.  She slowly stands and looks in the perfectly fine mirror again, and both eyes are red snake slitted.  The ugly look on The Other's face makes goosebumps break out up and down her arms.

"Get me my precioussss Lil' Rabbit."

She blinks and her eyes are once again her natural brown.  She turns on the water in the faucet and splashes some on her face, trying to regain her composure.  She leans forward and takes a deep, slow, calming breath.

"I think the shit's about to hit the fan.  And it's about to explode all over our upcoming opponents, cause it's The Other's turn in the ring.  Poor newbies.  Oh well.  I'm sure they'll recover...  Eventually."

She turns off the faucets and turns away from the mirror, heading towards the door...  But her reflection stays, watching her walk out of the room.  A forked snake tongue slithers out from between her reflections lips as a sadistic smile forms on it's face.  The light goes out in the bathroom, and the scene cuts out.



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“You want something real bad? Go after it with ferocity like if your life depended on it and never ever surrender. Only a question of time.”

The words of Ziad K. Abdelnour from the book, Economic Warfare: Secrets of Wealth Creation in the Age of Welfare Politics

September 25, 2017

Bonjour Tout le Monde,

It is I.  The Sin City Wrestling's resident Vampyric Angel of The Fallen once again coming to you from down under.  I have to admit something.  Being down here isn't as bad as I thought it would be.  I mean sure, there are huge spiders lurking in the rocks and shadows everywhere, there are killer kangaroo out there waiting to put on pairs of boxing gloves and knock some unsuspecting folks out, and there are koala looking so cute and innocent, but with claws so wickedly sharp they could slice someone's face off in two seconds flat.  But besides all of that, it's been pretty nice.  I've gotten to spend time with Dmitri which has been an experience unlike none other, and even though my partner and I were basically robbed of the chance to hold the Bombshell Tag Team Championships, we're not bitter.  No, not at all.  We're good sports.  We understand the true meaning of the word competition...  And yes, that was sarcasm if you didn’t know what it sounded like.

You want to know how I'm really feeling?  I am aggravated!!  I'm pissed as all get out!!  WE DOMINATED throughout that entire match, and just because the referee didn't quote, unquote, "SEE" our opponents feet touch the ground, and they were sneaky enough to slide back under the ropes before the ref could turn around and see what happened, why should my partner and I be penalized for it?  That's the REF'S ISSUE!  Not ours!  We did exactly what we were supposed to do!  We stepped into the ring like always, and we kicked ass!!  Those titles should have been around the waists of the Angels of the Fallen, and I know for my team mates and I... We will not rest until that takes place!!  And everyone will pay the price for the injustices that have been heaped up on us.  And the atrocities that we will enact upon the Bombshells of the Sin City Wrestling will all be laid upon the heads of the referees!!  That's right ladies!!  You all will go through HELL!!  Every time you have to face the Angels of the Fallen, you can expect to be beaten to a bloody pulp!!

So, this upcoming Sunday, my partner Raynin and I get the joy of stepping into the ring with a pair of chicks who have apparently been trained by Crystal Millar.  Normally, I'd try to be slightly impressed, but... Then they have to go and insult my friends and I by calling themselves the Motor City Maidens.  Come on you two...  Isn't that going a bit too far?  You would have saved yourselves a lot of trouble if you'd just called yourselves the Sullivan Sisters.  Everyone knows that there's no way you were actually from Detroit, Michigan.  I mean, that's like chicks from Manhattan claiming they're from Brooklyn, or if you were from San Marino, claiming you're from L.A.  You may be from NEAR that city... but you wouldn’t do something like ride down Crenshaw Avenue, or actually live in Flatbush.  No, I can tell that you girls are probably from somewhere like Lansing, or Auburn Hills.  You know... Motor City adjacent is more like what you should be calling yourselves.

You don't know the true struggles of growing up on the streets of Detroit!  You haven't had to carry keychains with locks on them to use like brass knuckles to keep yourselves safe as you walked home from school at night.  You haven't had to watch your friends get beaten because they wore the wrong color for their neighborhood that day.  You haven't seen the true ugly that exists behind the veil that is the true Motor City.  Just like you haven't seen it's wonders either.  You haven't experience Seven Mile turning into a parking lot as everyone crowds the streets between Southfield and Schaefer to show off their cars and drag race.  That's right everybody.  Just like Eight Mile is a real street in Detroit, so is Seven Mile.  I bet these chicks don't know what the other streets that in in Mile are in the city limits.  You haven't been on Belle Isle during the summer and watched the dance battles that can happen at the drop of a hat all cause someone puts on the right song, blasting it from the speakers of their cars.  You haven't played in the fountain down at the Civic Center during the Jazz Fest, or played on the handicapped swingset down in Palmer Park.  Yeah, you don't know about any of that, cause like I said... Motor City Adjacent doesn't mean you're actually from the D.  And claiming something like that when it's obvious you're not... that's just an insult to me.  And insults like that... just put a target on your backs!  And my partner and I are the weapons that have been aimed right for the bullseyes.

So prepare yourselves!!  Get the band aids and the iodine and all of the Neosporin you can get your hands on ready!  Because come Climax Control you will learn the TRUE meaning of what a D-Town Stomp is!!  We're coming for you!!!  You're about to cash in a One Way Ticket to Pain Town!!  And you can take THAT to the bank!!!

Au Revoir Tout le monde!!
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September 27, 7:30 PM
Auckland, New Zealand… Cafe Hanoi Restaurant


The group had decided to take some time away from their busy schedule of training,  autograph sessions, and a photoshoot to have a meal.  Raynin wanted have something exotic, so Darkness made reservations at a Vietnamese restaurant, and they were early for their reservations.  The Maitre D showed them to the bar for a drink while they waited, which is just off the waiting room when suddenly, they hear the sound of a body slam into the window.  Everyone jumped in shock at the impact and turned to see the face of a girl, pressed up against the glass.  She taps on the window quickly and waves, her face distorted by how hard it's been pressed against the glass.  Everyone in the room stares at her in shock, but it's Raynin who finally breaks the silence with maniacal laughter.

"Damn!!  Now THAT is how you go splat!!  Look!  You can see a little blood coming from her nose!!"

Raynin waves back and the you can hear the girl's audible squeal through the window.  Raynin chuckles again, shaking her head.

"Oh man!  She looks like a little puppy who just had their owner come home after a long day at work!  I bet she just peed her pants!"

The fangirl starts patting at her inner thigh for a moment and Raynin laughs harder, nodding.

"Oh yeah... She just peed!!"

Raynin waves the fangirl in, and the girl squeals again, running towards the door.  When she comes in, she sounds like a siren as she throws herself at Raynin who stops her short with a hand up at face level.  That stops her from slamming face first into Raynin's hand, but instead she just stands there, about an inch from it, bouncing up and down and continuing her squeal.  She finally stops, and she speaks at a speed so fast and in such a high pitched voice, she sounds like one of the Chipettes.

"OhmyGodohmyGod it's really you!!!!"

Raynin chuckles and nods.

"Yes, it's me.  Go ahead.  Adore me."

The fangirl starts bouncing and squealing again, then pulls out her phone and turns around, takes a selfie, then grabs Raynin's hand and starts pumping it up and down quickly.

"OhmyGodohmyGod my friends are just gonna freak!!!  I can't believe it!!!  I watch you every week!!  I love seeing you in your matches!!"

Raynin smirks and tries to extricate her hand, but the fangirl has her hand in a vicelike grip.  She has to really pull to get free.  She makes a face as she tries to take her hand back, but plasters a big smile on her face once she does.

"Do you want me to autograph something?"

The fangirl's jaw drops and her face gets a huge eyed surprised look.

"You would do that for me?"

Raynin nods and waves over Gothika who has been trying to cover her giggles with her hand.

"Of course I would.  In fact, my friend here will give you an autograph too!!"

Gothika takes a big sip of her drink and comes over, coughing around a fit of laughter.  She smiles and nods.

"Of course.  I'd love to give you an autograph too!"

The fangirl looks at Gothika confused, and scratches her head.

"Um, ok...  That's nice, but I don’t know who you are.  I don't think your autograph would be something to really get excited about."

Gothika frowns and looks at her partner confused.

"Say what?"

Raynin chuckles and shrugs.

"Well, that's ok.   As long as you know who I am."

The girl grins and nods quickly.

"Of course I do!  Who wouldn't know who YOU are!"

Gothika looks at the fangirl confused again.

"Hold up a sec... How could you know who SHE is, but not know who I am?"

The girl looks at Gothika and frowns.

"Well, it's not all about you now, is it?  It's about her!!  She's the famous one!!  You're probably just her not quite as pretty hanger on of a friend who tries to mooch off of her fame!  So why don't you just go back to your head banger boyfriend and leave me to get my autograph!"

Gothika's eyes suddenly bleed to ice blue and her fangs rip through her gums as she snarls at the fangirl.  When she sees the fangs, the fangirl screams and hides behind Raynin.

"OhmyGodohmyGod!!  That's Gothika!!!  I didn’t know it was Gothika!!! Why are you hanging with her?!!"

Raynin frowns and tries to turn around, but the girl has a deathgrip on her shoulders, trying to keep Raynin between her and Gothika.  Raynin shakes her head confused.

"Um, why do you THINK I WOULDN'T hang with her?  She's my friend."

The fangirl gasps and looks at Raynin in shock.

"Wait a minute...  Mercedes Vargas is friends with Gothika??!!"

Raynin's eye suddenly twitches.

"Pardone me?  Wait a minute...  What did you just say?"

The fangirl looks over Raynin's shoulder at Gothika who has suddenly stopped with her jaw dropped in shock.  The girl screams again.

"Please don't let her get me Mercedes!!!!"

Gothika's eyes go wide, and she bursts out laughing and pointing at Raynin until she sees the look on her partner's face.  She clams up and starts to back up slowly and snaps her fingers at the girl quickly.

"Ah zut alors... Um, hey you!!  Whatever your name is!  I suggest you back away slowly."

The fangirl looks up at Gothika and shakes her head as she keeps holding onto Raynin's shoulders.  She isn't noticing that Raynin's head is shaking from side to side, and a strange growling hissing sound is coming from her.

"Like hell I will!  Mercedes will protect me from you, you crazy vampire woman!!"

Gothika chuckles ruefully and shrugs.

"Um, it's doubtful that Mercedes would save you from a spitball let alone from me.  But even if she would, there's one crucial point you're missing."

The girl sticks out her tongue at Gohtika.

"I know about you and your so called Fallen Angel bullshit crew!!  You are the ones who do all of that freaky scary bullshit with the fake blood and weird hocus pocus stuff!!"

Gothika throws her head back and laughs.

"Oh, so you know about The Angels of the Fallen, do you?  Do you know who my partner is?"

The Fangirl makes a nasty face at Gothika.

"Yeah, I do!  She's that fake Mercedes Vargas wanna be chick who is supposedly got a demon in her or something!  I'd know your crazy tricks anywhere!!"

Diamond pops up behind Gothika and smiles at the fangirl.

"Um, so... You know about my girl Raynin, huh?  You say she's a Mercedes Vargas wannabe, but... um, Raynin was around long before Mercedes, so... Wouldn't that make Mercedes a Raynin wannabe?"

The fangirl screams at Diamond, still holding onto Raynin's back, not looking at her face.  Raynin's body is starting to tremble.

"Shut up!!  You're trying to confuse me!!"

Diamond can't help but laugh.

"Um... chick, you're already confused.  You haven't put two and two together yet.  You're still coming up with seven."

The girl looks confused.

"What are you sick freaks talking about?"

Gothika points at Raynin.

"Why would I be here with Mercedes Vargas?  You had it right.  I'm not friends with Mercedes.  In fact, Mercedes is one of the few people who is on not just my list, but the list of every one of the Angels of The Fallen.  So why would I be here with Mercedes?"

The girl shakes her head.

"So what?!!"

Diamond throws her hands up in the air.

"So...  That Raynin you numbnuts!!  And you just called her Mercedes Vargas!  I feel so sorry for you!"

Gothika looks at Raynin's face and gasps.  She and Diamond start to back up slowly.

"Or... maybe it's NOT Raynin.  Um, Emme, you better go tell the management we're sorry for the damages in advance."

The fangirl gasps and lets go of Raynin and starts to slowly back up.  Raynin turns around with slow calculated steps, and when she finally faces the fangirl, her eyes are closed, but the low growling has gotten louder.   Her hands have balled into fists, and she's squeezed them so tightly that her nails have pierced the palms of her hands.  Blood is dripping from them to the ground in fast droplets.  The fangirl has stopped a few feet away from Raynin and she gasps and squeaks.

"I'm... I'm sorry Raynin?!!"

Raynin's eyes suddenly pop open and they're the blood red snake slitted eyes of The Other.  A spine chilling hissing howl erupts from her mouth and a forked snake's tongue hangs from her opened mouth.  the fangirl sees Raynin's face and she screams in horror and spins around to run away and runs face first into a pillar.  She holds onto her face, but turns around to see the hate filled face of Raynin only inches away from her.

"I'm not the Lil' Rabbit, but being called that issss a million timessss better than the other name you called ussss!!  MERCEDESSS??!!!  MERCEDESSSS???!!!  HOW DARE YOU!!!  CALLING USSS THAT ISSSS WORSSSSE THAN OUR OPPONENTSSSS ON SSSSUNDAY SSSSAYING THEY'RE FROM THE MOTOR CITY!!"

The fangirl shrieks as Raynin grabs her by the arm and pulls her up close until she's nose to nose with her.

"YOU WILL PAY FOR YOUR INSSSSOLENCE!!  JUSSSST ASSS THE SSSSULLIVAN SSSSISTERSSSS WILL PAY FOR DARING TO SSSSTEP INTO THE RING WITH USSSS!!"

Raynin tosses the girl backwards, grabbing her wrist, then pulls her forward into a short arm clothesline, knocking the poor girl through a nearby table.  She then jumps up onto the table closest to it and flies through the air, hitting the Simply Breathtaking on the fangirl as she lays in the heap of the table.  Gothika grabs her and pulls her away as security comes over.  Raynin picks up a napkin and drops it on the girl's chest.

"Somebody get this trash out of here.  She's causing a scene."

As security tries to pick the girl up to escort her off of the premises the girl starts to come around.  Diamond comes over and grins then yells...

"YOU GOT KNOCKED THE FUCK OUT!!!!  BITCH!!"

The entire restaurant starts to laugh as the fangirl is escorted out.  The Fallen and their friends are finally seated and the scene fades out.

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