#tw child labour

[clown-around-and-find-out]

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[peanut-tyrug]

// Depictions of child/forced labor

I brought this up on twt but I’m gonna bring it up here

I’ve been thinking: What if Candy Land wasn’t so sweet and colorful? What if it was a slightly dark and twisted version of what it was?

Following up on that: What if in “The Great Lollipop Adventure”, Lord Lico won? What if Lord Lico’s plan of making Candy Land “Licorice Land” succeeded?

I’ve actually already have a few ideas for how it’d go. Mainly like the sweets, specifically the main characters from the movie (Jib, Mint, Jolly, etc.) fight to overthrow Lord Lico and bring back Candy Land.

Extra plot: After the Sweet Celebration ended, and Lord Lico took over, everyone became servants to him and the various places in Candy Land had been altered to fit Lord Lico’s licorice dream.

Mint, Gloppy, and Jolly become guards of the former Candy Castle (now called the Licorice Castle, referencing earlier iterations of the board game). Why is Jolly a guard? I had an idea that he’d turn into like a giant gummy dragon to guard over Lico’s palace. Lolly, Frostine, Gramma Nutt, and King Kandy all become servants to Lord Lico. Mama Gingertree is corrupted and the Gingerbread Kids, including Jib, serve/work for the corrupted Mama Gingertree/Lord Lico.

But what causes the sweets to want to overthrow Lico? Jib! He sends letters out to the residents of Candy Land (w/o anyone knowing) and through the letters explains his idea/plan to overthrow Lico after failing to get into the castle.

Some of these ideas could be subject to change/extra additions.

Also, Mint would resemble someone amongst the British King’s Guard. He would eventually begin conforming and firmly abiding by Lord Lico’s rules shortly after being forced into the role of Castle Guard to prevent exile/getting hurt. He’s currently the only one with an outfit change atm.

[shadows-colours-critical]

In your opinion who is the worst character in Shadow's Colours?

Oh man, I have a huge amount of hatred for most of the characters but I specifically think the worst one is Dominik, because he's a literal irredeemable fuckhead for abusing and killing children, torturing them, experimenting on them, turning them into child soldiers or slaves, and isolating his workers and the kidnapped children from the outside world.

I could care less if he's a child abuse victim or was almost killed by his ex, he really sucks as a character in general for his actions alone, like PLEASE get this fucker arrested and kill him. Please.

[northlight14]

Leucis

Basic Information

Pronouns: he/they (slight he preference)

Alias’: “Trouble” (Greyson Honfoli)

Relatives: unnamed parents (now deceased)

Affiliation: unknown

Occupation: shop owner, thief, assassin 

Personal Information

Eye Colour: pure white

Hair Colour: black

Height: 5,8

Gender Identity: non-binary

Sexuality: gay

Species: tiefling

Marital Status: single

Status

Age: 20

Star Sign: scorpio 

Date Of Birth: 6th November

Place Of Birth: Ashborn

Status: alive

Background Story

Leucis was born in a very impoverished part of Ashborn, where crime was around every corner. Even so, his parents were very good people and did what they could for him to make sure they had a good life. Leucis was always an intelligent and ambitious child, however, aiming to escape their current life. Seeing this, their parents worked as hard as they could to raise money and earn Leucis a formal education. 

That hard work would eventually pay off and Leucis would be sent away to a boarding school for a formal education. It wasn’t like Leucis expected, however. Due to the fact Leucis had not been to school before and his parents had never received a formal education meaning there was a cap on how much they could teach Leucis, he struggled greatly despite his intelligence, barely knowing how to read or write. This, along with Leucis�� poor background made him a prime target for bullying by his peers. And being pretty rough around the edges, Leucis would always fight back which landed him in trouble with faculty often. 

Things went from bad to worse when Leucis was 14 and he was told that his parents had passed away. Ashborn is a place with a long history of being at war and his parents, along with their house, ended up being another casualty of it. And since Leucis no longer had any money coming in via his parents, he was forced to drop out of his schooling. From there, Leucis began doing what they needed to survive, this first being selling practically all their belongings and then taking whatever job they were able to get as a 14 year old. This typically resulted in Leucis working for a lot of people who were less than decent bosses, being more than happy to exploit a young and desperate homeless teenager. Still, Leucis persevered on the street, determined to escape his situation once again. 

Living on the street, Leucis naturally saw a lot of horrific things and had no shortage of horrific experiences while working till his hands bled. This created an ideology of misanthropy in Leucis. He began believing that his parents were the last of genuinely good people and that everyone else in the world was simply evil and that most simply cover it up behind a mask of good deeds. At 17 years old, this then turned into a new idea: if human beings are all evil and are willing to do anything to hide that fact, why not capitalise on it?

And so Leucis took to the black market with his new assasin business, putting to work his skills of stealth and fighting he’d learned from the street to good use. At first, Leucis was completely horrified and disturbed when he killed someone, needing time to process and feeling sick. But over time, he began to be desensitised to it and a morbid part of him enjoyed it, essentially gaining a release out of it after experiencing so much trauma. 

That said, Leucis was not an expert and he ended up getting caught at some point. To his surprise, and utter delight, however, they were given a bargain that they would ensure he wouldn’t be punished for his crimes if he did some work for him. And so, Leucis began doing several assassin jobs for people in positions of power and they did their job of covering it up and making sure no one arrested Leucis.

These jobs were enough for Leucis to buy his own place, finally getting off the street. He had his apartment on the top floor and made the bottom floor his own general goods shop which in actuality was a shop filled with things Leucis stole off of people in the street. And that shop continues to work as his meeting place to discuss assassination jobs.

Personality

Leucis is just filled to the brim with confidence, which can come off as him being cocky but in actuality he's very self aware both with his strengths and weaknesses. Their mannerisms are very camp and effeminate as well, Leucis being very comfortable with that side of himself. 

He hates hypocrisy more than anything, disliking people who claim to strictly be good or state they’re better or more moral than him. He especially hates when his clients say this, as from his perspective if they're hiring him then they’re no better. That said, Leucis is very open about his actions being evil and doesn’t pretend to be otherwise. Essentially, Leucis’ attitude is “Yes I’m messed up but so are all of you. Don’t give me hate just because I found my way to make this messed up system work for me.” Due to having to work his whole life as well just to survive, Leucis is definitely also a massive workaholic. 

Even though Leucis is far from a good person by his own admission, he is not without good completely. He has a soft spot for the lower class as he understands their experiences first hand and operates his shop accordingly. He never steals from the less fortunate and has a strict bargaining system. Essentially, everything in his shop has a base price but he will always let people who can’t afford it bargain to have it lower. He also has a habit of charging the higher classes more for the items than the base price since he knows they can afford to spend more. Leucis also has a genuine respect for people who genuinely do try to be good and do the right thing without any ulterior motives involved. 

Leucis also definitely has a flirty side to him, enjoying going to taverns to meet guys for the night when he isn’t working. Leucis in particular has an interest in Greyson Honfoli, a town guard who despite the restrictions on Leucis, does his best to prevent the assassinations. Leucis loves teasing and flirting with Greyson at every opportunity, though he’d deny having any real feelings for him. 

Appearance

Leucis is a red tiefling with a lot of scars on his body due to how he grew up. Their hair is black and wavy and their eyes are pure white. Leucis is very slim in terms of body type but naturally is somewhat toned due to his occupation requiring him to be physically fit and a somewhat decent fighter. Being a tiefling, he has horns that protrude out of his forehead, starting red at the base but fading into black. His ears are pointed and both are pierced. His tail is mostly red like his skin but is then black and pointed at the end. Leucis also has a black snake tattoo running all down his left arm. 

Leucis dresses in a gothic style which mainly consists of black button up shirts (rarely buttoned up all the way), leather black pants, heeled boots, and chain necklaces and black rings. While on assassination missions, he wears a black jacket with a hood and a mask covering his face below his eyes. He’ll also wear flat shoes, forgo the jewellery and more flexible pants, for obvious reasons. 

Trivia

Leucis is insecure about his scars. 

Leucis overcompensates for his lack of formal education and poor background by speaking in a more formal and sophisticated way. However, when they’re more comfortable with someone, angry, or flustered, they’ll speak more casually and swear more. 

Leucis is mostly self taught when it comes to reading, writing and math's and has very bad spelling and handwriting as a result. They will also get defensive if anyone corrects them, even if done sincerely. 

Leucis was born with the surname Gabbard but no longer goes by that, instead only being referred to by his first name. This is because it makes him more anonymous and also he doesn’t want his family to be associated with the work he does, even after death.

While Leucis is a very good assassin and trained in stealth, they are lacking in more physical strength. While strong, it isn’t their greatest skill so prefer to rely on sneak attacks. 

Leucis always starts a kill by cutting the victims throat so they can’t scream for help and then either killing the person quickly or torturing them before death depending on how bad Leucis feels the person was.  

The first person Leucis was hired to kill was one of his old bosses

Leucis’ drink of choice is red wine. 

He has a comfort item which is a stuffed rabbit that's very ragged. It’s the last of his belongings from before he became homeless and the only thing he didn’t sell. It’s the one thing he has left of his parents. 

MBTI is ENTP

Alignment is neutral evil

[dont-look-me-in-the-eye]

Origins Pt 2 - 1, 2, 3,

Pt 2 of the Dr Facilier origin story that nobody asked for, takes place in the year 1900(ish).

TW: implied child abuse, child labour (he's around 14 in this one), depictions of a panic attack.

The dirty glass slipped out of his hands. Someone had knocked into him from behind, and now there was glass shards on the floor. 

“Kid! The hell you doin’?” Marcel yelled from the other side of the kitchen. Adri’s stomach dropped. 

“Dropped a glass,” he muttered.

The chef muttered something in French that Adri couldn’t pick up. “Don’t just stand there dumb as a post, clean it up!”

He felt sick. Marcel was gon’ think - gonna know that he was shit, he was gon’ come to his senses -

Or worse, he’d lose his job and then his father-

He pushed the thought down, and started picking up the shards.

Well, he would have, if Brie hadn’t pushed him back with a force he didn’t know she had. 

“You tryin’ to get blood on the floor too? Get a damn broom.” she muttered.

He went to the closet to get it. 

It was wet and cold. He didn’t mind. The dark blanketed him, and that soothed his nerves just a bit.

His hands were still shaking. Everything was shaking just a bit. He couldn’t breathe. 

He couldn’t breathe. 

He couldn’t see properly either, his vision was distorting, like he was looking out of  a glass,

He sucked in a shallow breath. Another. Another. 

It wasn’t enough. He felt like something was pressing against his chest-

Fumbled around for the broom, was he dying?

Sucked in another breath, less shallow this time.

Grabbed a bucket, he really was shit, crying like this,

1, 2, 3, suck in a deeper breath.

He smothered the panic down. It made a lump in his throat.

He'd already been here for 5 minutes. He couldn’t sit in this closet forever, right? Get out, you useless-

Wiped the water spilling from his eyes.

Jumped three times. Why, he didn’t know, but it helped dissipate his anxious energy.

1, 2, 3, open the door.

Out of the comforting darkness and into the light.

1, 2, 3, sweep the shards into the bucket.

1, 2, 3, throw the glass into the dumpster out back.

1. 2. 3. Breathe.

And maybe if he said sorry enough…

Well.

Right now he needed to wash the dirty dishes. 

3 steps at a time.

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[aidenknow]

I think about how easy it is to force children to work. Child labor for the win. It's really not that hard, especially these days where kids don't worry about money unless they're 16 years old, abused, and chronically online as an artist. You could hire a 13 year old to work for you and be like "hey I'll credit you" and that kid will shit their pants and work with you 24/7. New slave, ez. Minors are so stupid.

Funny that you said something like that. Because ironically, I am dumb and naive, even when I am already an adult

Maybe you are stupid for thinking this is a good idea to scare someone with copypasta

[inz-lokisdottir]

She’s laying down on her bed with a small sigh, staring at her blade. She doesn’t feel great at all. The blade she had her eyes on was the same one she used to kill the boss.

Does she regret it? One side of her doesn’t. He killed her friend. He put her through years of pain. He hurt her and hurt others. Stole, lied, killed even…but the other side of her tells her he should. That there was a chance he could’ve lived to face worser consequences without her…murdering. She had his blood on her hands and she couldn’t get it out of her head.

[raziraphale]

‘Out, Out—’ by Robert Frost | Chainsaw Man Ch. 1: Dog & Chainsaw

[furiousgoldfish]

I wanna talk about specifically the effects abuse had of me during forced labour, because I'm wondering if anyone else is feeling the same, or if anyone has found a way to resolve the symptoms. (tw for forced child labour, abuse during labour, death threats and mentions of injury and violence)

As a kid, I've been forced to work, often in pretty bad conditions, and it would often include further abuse, berating, humiliation, criticism, yelling, I'd even be hit during the work, and I've learned that I have to keep working even if injured or crying, and had to keep those things silent and not complain. I have a specific childhood memory where I had to paint a garage for what felt a whole afternoon and I was crying the entire time, my vision was blurry, and I just thought this was normal, it was nothing out of the ordinary for me. There were also sometimes games played on me where I would be given wrong instructions on purpose, then punished for following them, or would be given zero instructions and a task I've never been taught how to do, only so I could be punished for doing it wrong, and berated for 'not knowing how to do it despite my age'.

I would also often be told that if I don't work, I can't live, and would be threatened to be kicked out and left to die if I don't deserve to be sheltered and fed, so refusing to work was not an option, I would be beaten for it and forced to work injured. It was also why I couldn't walk away from abuse during work, it always felt like a death threat over my head if I refused to do anything, because I would be risking being kicked out and left for dead.

So, the specific after-effects of this are not just severe anxiety during work, but also all of my body functions and sensations completely stop if I'm working. Even if I'm working for hours and hours, I will not experience any hunger, thirst, need to go to the toilet, I won't feel exhaustion, pain, anything. It feels almost like my body is back at the 'death threat' mode and stops everything in order to work, because it's still etched in my brain that if I don't work, I cannot survive, and so our entire survival depends on being fit to work, on stopping all body functions and sensations until the work is done and survival is secured.

And then of course, when I get back home, enter my room, I collapse almost immediately, feeling intense pain in all of my muscles and back, weakness, hunger, dizziness, sometimes tension headache, severe exhaustion. I worry this is because my body was under such severe stress being triggered during work, that it's affected the same as after surviving additional trauma. I had hoped that after a few years of work and nobody hurting me while I'm doing my job, that this would subside, but unfortunately, I'm still having the same symptoms, even working for kind people who offer to me to take a break or bring me something to drink while I'm doing physical work. I don't even notice I'm thirsty until I'm already looking at the drink.

Does anyone else have experience with symptoms like this? And did you manage to resolve some of it, and find a way to work without your body reacting to it as a severe threat to existence?

[coockie8]

ok wut ur mom had knee surgery at 16 nd shes shocked u also have joint issues??????

:)

I have been telling my mom that my hips lock and stick since I was 6 years old. It shocks her every single time.

I've lost count the amount of times she's said something wildly ableist like "if your joints are this bad now you're gonna be in a wheelchair by the time you're my age!" which is her weird way of telling me I need to exercise more, like I don't do my planks, jacks, sit ups, squats, and yoga poses almost everyday (not when my body feels like it's crumbling beneath itself for obvious reasons). My mom is very much the "if I didn't see you do it, then you didn't do it" type.

Which is like :/ Lady you'd had surgery done on both your knees by the time you were 18. And yeah, I probably will wind up needing wheelchair assistance on occasion by my late 50's, because I literally do the doctor-recommended preventative exercises, and they don't help. I wish I knew what was wrong, but beyond giving me exercises, my GP just won't look into it because he just doesn't feel like it, or whatever.

I don't understand her weird mentality that my sister and I are "too young" to have physical disabilities like this, when she'd had surgery done on both her knees by 18. But then again, my mom has always been the "rules for thee, none for me" type.

Off topic, but I need to bitch; the perfect example of this phenomenon was about 2 weeks ago, she'd crushed two earwigs on the counter, and then just left them there for my sister or I to clean up. If either of us had done that, I'd still, to this day, be getting screamed at for it.

[tosxa-h]

[TOUCH] make it angst make it angst

[TOUCH] The sender's touch is gentle as they explore a particularly sensitive scar on the receiver's skin. Tw. Harm, child abuse mention.

Ajax was littered with scars. As long as he could remember his body was marred in some way even if only slightly; scrapped knees and elbows from various raucous activities, fingers cut from fishing hooks or serrated knives, and there was also the time his father once hit him so hard he lost his balance and opened his chin on a kitchen chair. Perhaps he hadn't meant too, perhaps he forgot just how young his son was and Ajax almost didn't blame him- who else could do the damage he did to others at his age? Breaking the neighbour's kid's leg? How inconsiderate can you be? But we were playing soldiers.

I wanted to win.

By the time his long months in the abyss had passed that scar on his chin had become one of many and by the time he had grown into the adult he was today it had practically faded. You may mistake it for a shaving accident perhaps (if he could grow a beard). Or a natural divot in his skin. Ajax, however, knew it was there. He wasn't angry at his father and his old school notions of parenting for it, he rarely gave that punishment amongst the many much thought beyond how he had lost his balance.

His balance got better after that day.

It was also safe to say it was far from feeling sensitive now. It was simply a memory from his childhood. A lesson his dad had taught him.

Lumine's gloved hand was gentle and warm , perhaps it was that gentleness that caused a chill down his spine. Gentle wasn't a gesture he was used too. Her petite fingers brushed the tissue just above his left hip and he briefly caught his breath, his muscles stiffening ever so much.

After all this time, was it really so delicate? How strange... of all scars to still feel. It was this one.

Instinctively Ajax grabbed her hand in the split second his mind had tried to process it all. The breath, the stiffening sinews, the memory. Panic. It was brief and not something he often felt. It unsettled him. He released her hand as fast as he had held it. But the uncomfortable feeling it left created a heaviness in his chest.

"That's enough show and tell, Girly." Ajax did his best to keep his voice normal with a smile, despite his heart racing. How had this started again? Oh right, something about his pain tolerance, how some other injury was nothing compared to this. He didn't realise how right he was until she touched him.

[inz-lokisdottir]

“Oh. Right. Lifetime in a cell seems more reasonab-” she stops and frowns softly. Sounded familiar.

“Me and Eustace casually planning potential murders for justice.”

[historicalfictionsims]

(The final paragraph is descriptive of child labor in factories. Proceed with caution).

It was the day before the Speaking Contest, and Miss Crampton called the students to an assembly. Everyone would present their speech, and the two best would go on the following night. Samantha was called last. She spoke on “Factories in Modern America” and when she was done, the others students loudly applauded. Miss Crampton and Miss Stevens conferred, and presented Samantha with a certificate stating that she was chosen for the contest. The other participant would be Edith Eddleton, whose speech was also on factories.

Nellie asked to hear the speech and Samantha was pleased to recite it. When she finished she expected the same applause that she had gotten at school, but Nellie looked uncomfortable. She told Samantha that it was a nice speech, but it just wasn’t true. When Samantha asked Nellie what factories were truly like, her friend was quiet for a moment, reliving unhappy memories. Then she began her story.

Nellie told Samantha how she worked in a room with twenty other children, but they weren’t allowed to play or talk. It was so noisy that her ears would still be ringing when she was at home. They worked twelve hours, six days a week. Summers were hot but winters were worse because they weren’t allowed to wear shoes. She had to stand the whole time and every part of her body would ache. Fibers from the threads winding on the machines would float in the air, making it hard to breathe. The machines could break bones and remove fingers, and Nellie had even seen a girl be scalped once because her hair got caught in the machinery. The children were paid $1.80 per week, which was why thread could be sold for so cheap. As she spoke, Nellie looked directly into Samantha’s eyes. Samantha stared back and felt sympathy pains for each terrible thing that her friend described.

[shadows-colours-critical]

if you could rewrite shadow colours, how would you do it?

-Remove lots of stuff from the Goatasi: Near immortality is incredibly unnecessary, anti-aging magic also wasn't needed at all because it looks like an excuse for Mel to not draw middle-aged and elderly characters as their actual age (plus you can't look younger than your age without genetics being involved,) turn the entire species back into being a hybrid, make the Goatasi infertile (a huge risk that's involved the hybridization between a pegasus and a goat in-universe.)

-Snowdrop and Peafowl adopting their kids because of the prior being infertile, and out of the kids is Pastel. (Peafowl is just a regular goat named after peacocks because his markings looked reminiscent to peacock tail feathers, ans no, these two weren't married by force in this idea, Snowdrop had a forced marriage before getting with Peafowl, but it fell apart because Snowdrop couldn't have children.)

-Make Pastel a Colden Star, but because of the war on her planet, she had to run off to another dimension, and barely remembers her biological family members, as well as her best friend, St★rdrop, because she was so young when it happened and she's forgotten their faces. She doesn't even remember how to use her powers anymore due to the fact she's been stuck in this realm for a long time, and never used her magic.

-AK-47 being the child of Nicole and Dominik, but the latter's an incredibly absent father, because he got arrested for experimenting on and torturing children, slave work, and isolating his workers.

-Remove the stolen designs of Noel (Frostbite) and Hallow (Bronze) and replace them with Leo, Mei, and Narla. They all got to meet each other somehow without all that child death involved, you know.

That's all I got for now, I'll reblog with more ideas if more pop up.

[untale]

we’re introduced to DIA COSCOROBA, the THIRTY TWO years old CLASSICAL BALLET INSTRUCTOR at GLASS SLIPPERS DANCE STUDIO from enchanted falls who bears a striking resemblance to MELISSA BARRERA. the whispers in the wind tells us of their HUMANE and IMPERSONAL reputation. they are often haunted by dreams of a life lived as PRINCESS ODETTE (THE SWAN LAKE).

the townsfolk often are reminded of a distorted reflection in the quiet lake, echoed footsteps throughout an empty dance hall, the grace of a swan, being present but never seen.

FULL NAME: dia coscoroba NICKNAME(S): none applicable AGE: thirty two DATE OF BIRTH: june 27th, year of [redacted] ETHNICITY: mexican GENDER: cis female PRONOUNS: she / her SEXUAL ORIENTATION: demisexual ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: biromantic OCCUPATION: classical ballet instructor at glass slippers

... once upon a time ...

kind and benevolent, king william often wished for a child to inherit the throne. on a shining summer's day, him and his wife welcomed a beautiful little girl, whom he named princess odette. though overjoyed by the birth of his daughter, his wife passed after the laborious birth. she grew loved, and cherished... devastation fell over the kingdom when the princess was kidnapped by an evil sorcerer known as rothbart, turning the princess into a swan and condemning her to a life under his spell at the lakeside. she becomes odette, the queen of the swans.

... life in enchanted falls ...

a reserved, quiet soul often found embedded into her professional life as an instructor and dancer, dia is not the most sociable of people, though she remains far from unkind. she is easily mistaken for being reserved that it's easy to overlook the heart she wears, protected underneath her sleeve. dia is not someone that people will naturally gravitate towards, but someone that enjoys watching others, admiring from afar while being invisible to the masses. but when she dances, all eyes are on her.

WANTED DYNAMICS: close, distant, new or old friendships, former lovers, adversarial, roommates, neighbours, finding familiarity in one another despite their differences.

[dont-look-me-in-the-eye]

Origins Pt 1 - Sleepless

Pt 1 of the Dr Facilier origin story that nobody asked for, takes place in the year 1900(ish).

TW: lightly implied child abuse, child labour (legal at the time)

He did not sleep. Not at Caliste’s, not at the factory, not at home. And definitely not when his father was around. It was fine.

“Damn Adri, you work harder than the devil!” laughed Marcel, clapping him on the back. (He didn't notice the barely-suppressed flinch.) “Kid, do you ever sleep?”

“Mmm.” He’d replied, and went back to washing dishes.

Even his shadow looked like it was gonna pass our from exhaustion, but lies didn’t count if you only implied them. And Marcel wasn't mad, right? It was fine.

That was a while ago. Was he twelve or thirteen?

Anyways, it didn’t matter. If he could relax playing cards with Marcel and his friends after Caliste’s closed and before the factory opened, it was fine.

(and if he dozed off for a few minutes, Marcel didn’t mention it, and threatened anyone who would. He had a “lotta experience guttin’ fish”.)

Maybe he did sleep. Just a little.

One hour before his shift at the factory started.

It was dark. The moon thinner than a hair. His brother’s footsteps, turning into a run. Sitting, together, in the alley between two apartments, eating from a stolen oyster pail. Jazz streaming in from an open window by someone else up at this goddamned hour. John telling him some story he read outta some book so that neither of them would have to think about the fact that they were worlds apart and sitting right next to each other.

It was 1 am New Orleans, and Adri’s day was just beginning. Or ending. However you saw it.

It was fine. He was fine.

Everything was fine.

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