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inky-writing · 11 days ago

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Book II, Chapter 11: Across The Atlantic

Carlisle Cullen x Reader

Warnings: my bad writing, plane?

Word count: 1,808

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March 19, 2006

The low hum of the airplane engines filled the cabin, blending with the quiet murmurs of passengers and the occasional crackle of the intercom. The scent of processed airplane food lingered in the air, but Y/N barely noticed it. She sat next to Bella and Alice, the three of them in a row, each lost in their own thoughts as they flew across the Atlantic, heading straight into danger.

Bella was staring blankly at the tray table in front of her, fingers gripping the armrest so tightly her knuckles had turned white. The exhaustion from the past few days was catching up to her, but she was too anxious to sleep.

Y/N, on the other hand, had a million thoughts racing through her mind. About Edward. About what the Volturi would do to him. About Carlisle—what would he do if he knew she was flying straight into the most dangerous vampire coven in existence?

And then, there was Alice.

Alice, who had been quiet ever since they boarded, was staring out the window, her golden eyes unfocused. She’s looking ahead, Y/N realized, watching as Alice’s fingers occasionally twitched against her lap.

Y/N exhaled, deciding to break the silence.

"So," she began, "I think it’s time you tell us everything we need to know about the Volturi.

Bella’s head snapped up at that, and Alice finally turned her gaze from the window to Y/N.

"You’re right," Alice admitted. "I should’ve done it sooner."

She took a deep breath, even though she didn’t need to, and folded her hands neatly in her lap. "The Volturi are the closest thing our kind has to a royal family. They have ruled over vampires for thousands of years. Their word is absolute. If they decide you die, you die."

Bella shuddered. "And Edward is going straight to them?"

"Yes," Alice said grimly. "And if we don’t get there in time, they will grant his request."

"Why would they do that?" Bella asked, her voice tight with fear. "If they want to keep their secret, why would they kill him just because he asks?"

"Because it’s not about his request," Alice explained. "It’s about the rules. If he goes to them and makes a simple request to die, they’ll likely refuse him at first. They don’t give out death easily. But if Edward makes a scene, if he exposes himself as a vampire to humans, then they must kill him. It’s the law."

Y/N frowned. "So, what’s his plan?"

"He wants to step into the sunlight," Alice said quietly. "In the middle of Volterra’s Saint Marcus Festival."

Y/N felt a chill run down her spine.

"Oh my God," Bella whispered. "There will be thousands of people."

Alice nodded. "Exactly. If he does it, the Volturi will have no choice but to execute him immediately. They won’t let even the smallest risk of exposure happen."

Y/N swallowed hard. "We have to stop him."

Alice nodded, her face serious. "Which is why we need to be prepared. You both need to know who we’re dealing with."

Bella leaned forward slightly. "Tell us everything."

Alice’s eyes darkened. "The Volturi are ruled by three ancient vampires—Aro, Caius, and Marcus. They have been in power for over three thousand years. Aro is the leader, the most dangerous of them all."

"Why?" Y/N asked.

"Because he is obsessed with power," Alice explained. "He can read minds like Edward, but he doesn’t need distance. The moment he touches your skin, he knows everything in your head. Every thought you’ve ever had, every secret, every memory."

Bella’s face paled. "That’s terrifying."

"It is," Alice agreed. "He collects abilities. That’s what he does. He surrounds himself with vampires that have gifts, unique talents. His guard is made up of some of the most lethal vampires in existence."

"Who else should we be worried about?" Y/N asked, her stomach twisting with unease.

"Caius is the most bloodthirsty of the three. He doesn’t have an ability, but he hates werewolves with a passion," Alice continued, giving a pointed glance to Bella, since Jacob and the wolves had become a major part of her life. "If he ever found out that shape-shifters still existed, he would order their extermination immediately."

Bella winced. "Noted."

"Marcus is different," Alice went on. "He has a gift too—he can see relationships, the strength of bonds between people. He rarely speaks, but Aro keeps him around because his ability is useful for determining alliances and weaknesses."

Y/N narrowed her eyes. "And the rest of the guard?"

Alice sighed. "There’s Jane. You need to be the most careful around her."

"Why?" Bella asked.

"Because she can cause unimaginable pain just by looking at you," Alice said grimly. "It’s not physical. It’s in your mind, but it feels real. It’s unbearable. Even the strongest of our kind collapse under it."

Bella swallowed hard. "That sounds… horrible."

"It is," Alice confirmed. "Her twin brother, Alec, is just as dangerous, but in a different way. He can cut off all your senses—sight, sound, touch, everything—leaving you completely vulnerable."

Y/N frowned. "And the others?"

"There’s Demetri," Alice continued. "He’s the best tracker in the world. Once he has your scent, you can’t hide. If the Volturi ever set their sights on you, he will find you."

"And Felix?" Y/N asked, remembering the name from stories she had read.

"Felix is their brute force. He doesn’t have an ability, but he’s stronger than almost any vampire you’ll ever meet. If you fight him, you lose."

Bella looked at Alice with wide eyes. "And we’re going to their castle?"

Alice smiled grimly. "Yes."

Y/N exhaled, running a hand through her hair. "Great. We’re walking straight into the lion’s den."

"Not just any lion," Alice murmured. "A lion that has ruled the world for thousands of years."

Silence fell between them.

Y/N clenched her jaw, pushing away the fear creeping up her spine. "Then we better make sure we don’t get eaten."

The rhythmic hum of the airplane engines and the dimmed cabin lights created a strangely peaceful atmosphere, but neither Y/N nor Alice felt at ease. Bella had finally succumbed to exhaustion, curled up in her seat, her head tilted awkwardly against the small airplane pillow. Her breathing was slow and even, lost in sleep, while outside, the night sky stretched endlessly over the ocean.

Y/N, however, was wide awake.

She sat stiffly, arms crossed, staring blankly at the seat in front of her. Her mind was a storm, thoughts racing too fast to hold onto any of them for long. She had just learned too much—about the Volturi, about Aro, about their powers. She knew vampires were dangerous, but this? This was something else entirely.

"You’re thinking too much," Alice’s voice came softly from beside her.

Y/N glanced at her. Alice had turned away from the window, her golden eyes sharp despite the low light.

"Hard not to," Y/N muttered.

Alice let out a small breath, nodding in understanding. "I know. But you need to be careful, Y/N. You are about to walk into a den of predators. And they will know you are different the moment they lay eyes on you."

Y/N's stomach twisted. "Because I’m a witch."

Alice nodded. "Yes. And Aro? He will be very interested in you."

Y/N swallowed hard. "Because of my magic?"

"Exactly," Alice confirmed. "Aro doesn’t just want gifted vampires—he collects them. He obsesses over unique abilities, powerful bloodlines. And witches… witches are extremely rare among immortals."

Y/N furrowed her brows. "But I thought witches and vampires were different? That we couldn’t be turned?"

Alice gave her a pointed look. "That’s exactly why you’re valuable. You are a mystery to him. Alec and Jane—his most prized guards? They came from a witch bloodline. Even though they never developed magic in their human lives, the potential was there. And when they were turned, it made them two of the strongest vampires the world has ever seen."

Y/N felt a chill crawl down her spine. "So you’re saying that if Aro gets the chance, he won’t just want me to join him—he might want to turn me?"

Alice’s expression darkened. "I don’t know if he can. But I do know he will want to try."

The weight of those words settled deep in Y/N's chest.

"I need you to avoid him at all costs," Alice continued, voice low but firm. "If he so much as touches you, he will know everything. Your past, your magic, your connection to Carlisle—everything."

Y/N's breath hitched. "Wait… my connection to Carlisle?"

Alice nodded gravely. "That’s the other thing I need to warn you about. Marcus."

Y/N clenched her jaw. "Because he sees bonds?"

"Yes." Alice leaned in slightly, her voice barely above a whisper. "If Marcus looks at you, he will see the bond between you and Carlisle. He will know you’re mates. And if Aro knows that?" She shook her head. "He will never let you leave."

Y/N felt her pulse quicken.

"But there’s a way to stop it," Alice said. "You need to shield yourself."

"A shield?" Y/N asked.

Alice nodded. "Think of it like a magical barrier. If you can project a shield around yourself, Marcus won’t be able to see your bond. Aro won’t sense your power as easily. It will be your best defense."

Y/N frowned. "But I’ve never done anything like that before."

"Then you need to learn fast," Alice said, her tone serious. "You are walking into a nest of monsters, Y/N. The moment you step into that castle, you cannot let them see your fear. You have to be in control. No matter what happens."

Y/N took a deep breath, trying to steady her racing heart.

After a long silence, she spoke. "How is Carlisle?"

Alice’s expression softened slightly. "He’s thinking about you constantly," she admitted. "Since the moment he left, it’s like… like you’re all he can focus on."

Y/N's chest tightened.

"Esme is gone," Alice continued. "Ever since he confronted her, she disappeared. But I still can’t see her. It’s… it’s like something is blocking my visions of her. But I know she’s out there. Somewhere."

"Do you think she’ll come back?" Y/N asked quietly.

Alice hesitated. "I don’t know."

Y/N exhaled, her mind swirling with everything Alice had just told her.

Aro. Marcus. Shields. Carlisle. Esme.

And they weren’t even in Italy yet.

She leaned back against her seat, staring at the ceiling. "I don’t like this," she admitted.

Alice let out a small, humorless chuckle. "Neither do I."

For a long moment, they sat in silence.

Outside, the stars stretched endlessly across the dark sky, and the airplane carried them closer and closer to their fate.

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20 FOR CASEY

Touching prompts- still taking!

20. bandaging/stitching up an injury

OK, so since a pairing wasn't specified here, this was the perfect oppurtunity to do something I'd already wanted to do and rework a piece to form a part of the Ultor AU-AU that me and @whoredmode have been working on. For more on the basics behind this AU check out Teddy's original version of this AU. Credit to him for the general differences that define this universe as well as other details mentioned such as Johnny and Aisha's son's name and I'm sure a few other bits. The key difference here is that Casey is also around in this version; having been a part of with the Westside Rollerz from 2004-2006, doing jobs for The Brotherhood up until 2011 and then the Saints when they re-form under Johnny, eventually joining them for good as part of the altered Brotherhood questline and taking over as Boss in SRTT.

The piece I originally wrote already had this trope in it (it's one of my faves!) and was originally going to be the setup to a GatBoss fic that we would find at the end was the night before the start of Saints Row 3. However, in this AU Aisha is still alive (as is Carlos as you'll see in the fic) so the attraction is very much one-sided. But hey, delicious angst!

Fandom: Saints Row

Universe: Ultor AU AU (we'll give it a real name eventually! 😅)

Pairing: Boss OC Cassandra "Casey" Clark x Johnny Gat (one-sided), Johnny Gat x Aisha (offscreen)

Synopsis: When a robbery goes wrong, it's obviously going to lead to an argument. 2895 words, set just before the start of SRTT.

The atmosphere was strained as they got out of the car and ran down to the crib, shutting the door firmly behind them. Neither of them liked running away; it always hurt their pride. The silence that hung between the two of them in the tiny studio only heightened the tension. Shaundi and Pierce were at the Penthouse Loft having the huge party they'd arranged as a distraction. The assisting homies had fled to Purgatory. But the cops were on Casey and Johnny, and it had taken some time to get enough distance to finally lose them by ducking into the Red Light Loft.

Casey plopped down on the sole comfy chair, sucking in a loud hiss of a breath now she didn’t have to hide the pain, resting her bleeding arm in her lap. In front of Johnny she felt she could at least show a little vulnerability. “Bandage my arm.” she ordered flatly, holding it up show him the wound.

“You’re fine.” her best friend responded, perching on the arm of the chair beside her and giving it only a cursory glance. “You made it this far without bleedin’ out, didn’t ya?”

She turned her head to him quickly, mildly offended. “What? You know the rules, Johnny. You caused this shit, you fuckin’ patch me up.”. It was a good excuse, but there was probably a little more to it than that. He was the only one who bound it tight enough. The only one she trusted to do it right.

“Oh yeah? I didn't tell you to punch through a fuckin’ window, Boss.” he replied sarcastically. Johnny was still very much the leader of the Saints, reluctant as he often seemed to hold that position. That said, ever since his son was born, he’d taken somewhat of a step back. Shaundi had recently been busy focusing on sobering up, Pierce always had shoots and tv appearances taking up his time, and Carlos still didn’t feel confident to lead, so Casey had been the one to step up. She’d been doing enough behind the scenes by that point that it didn’t even make much of a difference.

“I wrapped my hand.” she insisted. She’d thrown her jacket around it to punch into the car window but she’d still managed to cut her forearm on the way back out. Better than a bullet in the head. “No fuckin’ way were we gonna get away otherwise. Not after you started shootin’ up the place.”

“Thought that was the fuckin’ point.” Johnny complained. “What, you wanted to go round givin’ out cookies or some shit?”

She sighed exasperatedly. “Johnny, we said we'd start round the left side and take ‘em out one by one.” she reminded him. “Then at the last minute you suddenly go for the guy right in the middle of the store?”

“I told you, he was lookin’ at me funny.” he insisted.

“Funny how many guys seem to fuckin’ look at you funny Johnny!” she snapped in return. If it was a one off, then perhaps she wouldn't think much of it. But not only had it been a rather frequent occurence lately, but this shit really wasn’t going to fly when they had a big bank heist planned.

“Look, I don’t see the problem in doin’ this shit like we used to.” Gat pointed out. His jaw was a little clenched though, like he wasn’t telling the full story.

“I just think when you’re reppin’ a fuckin’ brand, you try a little harder to remain professional.” she complained, standing back up, pushing her hair off her face and walking over to the kitchen area to rinse her arm in the sink.

There was a pause, like he was processing that. He turned slightly on the arm of the chair. “Man, when’d you start fallin’ for all this “professional” shit?” he complained, getting up and taking a couple of steps in the same direction, arms crossed suspiciously.

“Maybe since it got us street gang of the fuckin’ year?” she replied, a combination of defensive and just a little smug. It was just a stupid magazine award but still it was something, some kind of mark of status. She wouldn’t usually care about that kind of thing. But she couldn’t deny that it was the one thing that had most undermined her credibility in Sharp’s eyes years back; way more than the money. She fumbled through the cabinets and managed to locate a bandage.

“That’s what it’s about, huh? You gettin’ to parade the Saints around like a fuckin’ prized poodle?” he asked.

She snorted even through her annoyance, turning back to him, leaning back against the counter. He made no secret of the fact he didn’t like the direction they were going, but at the end of the day, if he wasn’t fucking there, it wasn’t his call to make. “Please, you know if the Saints were a dog we’d shit on the carpet and steal someone’s burger.” she retorted. She began attempting to wrap her arm pretty clumsily, being that it was her right one and she was right-handed.

“Then what?” he replied, his eyes trained far more on what she was doing than her face.

“Johnny, it’s everything that comes with the success. The money, the power, the fuckin’ women...?”. She hesitated. Obviously that one wasn’t really relevant for him. Not when he seemed almost sickeningly happy with Aisha. Still she pushed on with her point. “Man... none of that means anything to you?”

“You really think- holy shit, you’re drivin’ me crazy.” Johnny interrupted himself. He stepped closer and took the bandage from his best friend, starting again and applying it to her arm much more precisely to stem the bleeding, shaking his head at her.

“Not like I didn’t fuckin’ ask.” Casey muttered, hiding her relief. There was a moment of quiet as Johnny focused on the job, and she focused on him. His hands brushing her arm as he worked. His face considerably closer than usual. His attention on her, and her only. “Look... I just want what’s best for you guys...” she insisted in a softer tone. “The other three all seem to be doing better since we signed that damn contract, and you...”. There was an awful feeling in the pit of her stomach, but it didn’t change that she was happy for him. She was. “You got your perfect little family, right?” she said, giving him a slight smile as she looked up at him.

He didn’t smile back, but something within his eyes brightened at the mention of them, something she found so nice to have trained in her direction, even for just a moment. “So this is you playin’ hero, huh?” he mused with interest and a little scepticism. “You doin’ all this for us?”

She blinked at him, not knowing exactly what he meant by that. “What the hell else would it be for?” she asked curiously.

He tied up the bandage, but kept his hand under her arm, supporting it. “What about you, Case?” he asked, that same mystifying tone to his words. Like he was insinuating something. “The hell do you want?”.

Something about the fact it was Johnny asking her that made her so uncomfortable. Because there were a lot of accurate answers to that question, but the most obvious one was something she’d recently admitted to herself, could probably admit to Shaundi or Pierce... but not to him, never to him. But the way it made it feel like he was teasing the answer out of her? God, it made that feeling in her stomach all the worse because it felt nicer, lighter, hopeful when she knew it really couldn’t be. “What do you think I want?” she asked, shifting her shoulders slightly.

He released her right arm slowly, leaving her to bring her left one up to support it. It wasn’t as gentle as it could have been, but for Gat, it seemed pretty gentle. She guessed the moment couldn’t last forever. “C’mon, Case. I know what this is.”. He said, rolling his eyes slightly. “You got the lifestyle you think you deserve, without having to run home to daddy.”

That shocked her a little. “You don’t know shit about my parents Johnny.” she pointed out. No matter how much they bonded, she never let it go that far back. Suffice to say she hadn’t seen her father since she was 3 years old at most. Thanks to her mom, neither did she have a home to run to.

“We know you were with the Rollerz.” he pointed out. “Don’t take a genius to fill in the gaps.”. He folded his arms. “What, you get tired of tryna piss ‘em off, decide to go clean?”

She hated that not only was he assuming things of her that were completely untrue, which she was pretty sure everyone had been doing since the moment she joined, but it felt like he was actually mocking her for it. “That’s what you think of me?” she asked, mentally clutching at her injured feelings the same way she was clutching at her hurt arm.

“That’s what everyone thinks of you, Case.” he informed her, like it was nothing. “But I think somethin’ else, too.”. His mouth finally broke into an ever-so slight smirk. “I think deep down... you love this shit.”

That expression, not to mention the hint or solidarity, threatened to draw her in like a moth to a flame, and she hated it. “You love this shit.” she replied defensively. “I just do what I gotta do, Johnny.”

“Oh yeah?” he asked, his tone still amused. “And what makes you feel more powerful? Drinkin’ champagne in the VIP section of a fancy restaurant...?”. He came right up to her and stared her down. “Or when a guy twice your size is standin’ in front of you and you hold out your pistol and pop him between the eyes?”

She wasn’t sure if it was his words or the dizzying proximity, but she drew a sharp intake of breath as she stared back at him. She swallowed, not knowing how to respond to that.

“Yeah, that’s what I fuckin’ thought.” he said smugly, stepping back and then turning to walk away.

“Hey!” she replied, affronted from the sudden release from overwhelmed to abandoned. “Don’t you fuckin’ walk away when I’m talkin’ to you!”

He turned back, but he still looked amused. “Well, I know you ain’t gonna admit I’m right, so what’s the point?” he asked flippantly.

She emitted another angry sigh. “OK, fine Johnny!” she replied. “I fuckin’ love...”. It was weird actually saying it. Coming face to face with the weight of what they did on a regular basis. “...killing people.”. She lowered her voice to a mutter. “Especially with you.”. She didn't really remember it being this way before though. She’d been in the gang life a good ten years now but since she started working with Johnny... she'd began to lose her head a little. She had to rectify it, here and now. “But we gotta stick to the plan, y’know?"

“Jesus..." he said in a low voice of realisation. "You sound like fuckin’ Dex.”

Casey didn’t know Dex, not really, not like Johnny did. But the comparison to someone she knew her friend hated, that stung. She wasn't afraid of him though. “Well then maybe Dex had a point.” she challenged.

Johnny's anger broke more openly on his face at that. “Do you even hear yaself?” he responded, tapping his index finger against his temple and nearing her once more. “You’ve really got it into your head that you’re right, don’tcha?” he accused, the volume of his voice beginning to crescendo. “You’ve bought into this shit so bad you’ll say anything, anything to support your bullshit!”

“Johnny... no-one else seems to have a problem with this shit except for you.” she pointed out, her tone rising to meet his.

“Oh, yeah, yeah, what, I'm supposed to be real happy that we're fuckin’ corporate sellouts?” he practically yelled back.

“You're supposed to be happy that we don't have to engage in stupid little turf wars just to survive!”. She couldn’t help but step closer, dangerously close to getting right in his face right now. “You're supposed to be happy we have food on the fuckin’ table and aren't getting shot at 24/7!”

"I AM HAPPY!” he shouted right in her face, although he certainly didn’t sound it, so he paused, then spoke a little more slowly so he could clarify, his tone still dripping with bile. “I’m happy when I’m at home with Eesh, and Tye, and every second, every fuckin’ second I’m away from ‘em I just wanna get this shit over and done with and get back to ‘em! How do you not understand that?”

“Oh, ok, ok, I get it!” she snapped back, finally getting the sudden impatience. It was very much fighting fire with fire now; once one of them started it was hard for either of them to back down. Him throwing his happiness in her face, as a reason to endanger both their lives no less, only stoked it. “Jesus I always knew you were violent but I never realised you could be this self-destructive.”

“Yeah well I never knew you could be such a stuck up bitch!” he snapped.

"JOHNNY!" she yelled. "UGH, I just... I swear, sometimes I just wanna...”. She reached for her pistol but her hand squeezed itself tight before she could even near the holster.

“Just what?” he taunted viciously to her unfinished sentence. “Just what, Case? What, you gonna fuckin’ shoot me? No you ain't, so just-“

His words were interrupted as she grabbed his face and her lips crashed up against his in a pretty violent fashion. All of that which she had held inside for so long, all of that which she didn’t even fully understand herself, suddenly violently erupting. The culmination of so much she’d held back, only to last for less than a second as Johnny pushed her away roughly, taking several steps back from her in shock, almost tripping over the chair.

“Woah, woah, what the fuck, Case?!!!” he exclaimed, staring at her both confused and completely horrified. She meanwhile, was frozen, no idea what to say after doing... that. Her mouth opened but no explanation came. “You... like me?” he assessed disapprovingly, staring at her almost like she was a complete stranger. Like everything had changed. She hated it.

“Well not right now...” she muttered flatly.

Johnny gritted his teeth, eyes still boring into her, shaking his head. “Trust you to give a fuckin’ bullshit answer to that, Case.” he replied. “Cause I fuckin’ know you.” he responded, pointing a finger at her in accusation. “I fuckin’ know if you just wanted to fuck me you’d have tried somethin' sooner." He paused. "So I figure this has gotta be more than that.”

She was silenced once again, because that was such a loaded statement. No matter what the exact nature of her feelings, she would never have tried to make something happen with him, never. It made it feel like he was boiling her down to nothing but her promiscuity based on this one mistake. At the same time... his conclusion that this was more than just lust was probably entirely true. “Look, Johnny...” she began.

“You realise I have a wife and a son?” he interrupted before she could even get any further.

Every single thing he said felt like he was twisting the knife. “I know, I fuckin’ know that, alright!” she replied, her tone oddly pleading. “Look I tried to ignore it, every time I thought about it I fuckin’ ignored it Johnny because... I don't even want more than we got. This is what I want." she said, flicking her finger between them. "And you know I love Aisha and I love Tye and-“

“Every time?” he interrupted, the rest clearly not placating him right now. “Just how long you been feeling like this?

Another tense silence. She couldn’t even answer that. She knew it hadn’t been that long since she'd actually realised. Maybe a month or two, and she’d spent the whole time beating herself up about it. But how long it had actually been going on for? She’d spent too long in denial to say. “I don’t know.” she said truthfully.

He stared at her again, shaking his head in disappointment. “Bullshit.” he said flatly. “Bull. Shit.”. Barely looking at her anymore, he headed for the door again, unlocking it quickly. He paused, not even looking at her this time, gritting his teeth and shaking his head again. “Y’know I really thought you were my best friend.” he said darkly, before slamming the door behind him, Casey flinching slightly at the noise in the state she was in.

“I am!” she shouted back with as much conviction as she could muster, but there was no way he was going to hear her. She stood there for a moment, left hand gripping tight around her bandage, making the wound sting. Then she walked back over to sit in the chair and put her head in her hands, squeezing her eyes shut tight. No way, no fucking way was she going to cry over some guy.

But the weight of her mistake came crashing over her like a tidal wave. Johnny wasn’t just some guy. He was some guy who could destroy every single one of her friendships, friendships that had already had a rocky start due to her past allegiances. He was some guy who could topple whatever semblance of a career she considered herself to have. But above all, he was some guy whose sudden absence from her life was liable to completely destroy her.

It was too late though. She’d already set it in motion. “...I was.” she corrected in quiet realisation.

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