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The Food of Dreams

Postby Lixue on November 6th, 2012, 1:42 pm

Fall
Day 60
512 AV

The apple tasted sour. With each bite, liquid spurted into Lixue's mouth. Soft crunches echoed from her mouth as she softly chewed, savoring the piece of food. She had not had much to eat in the past day and even an apple that made her lips pucker was worth the aggravation. Nearly the size of her hand and a shiny red, the apple was the only thing Lixue was having for lunch. It was not that she was not hungry, but more her stomach had shrunk so from not properly eating and would only accept certain sized portions.

Since Ly had... died, Lixue's stress level skyrocketed. She more things on her plate to deal with than she could handle, including her job. Besides just stress, Lixue was emotionally drained and physically tired. Her body requested food, but Lixue often forgot and simply kept working until her stomach began to complain. Only then would she remember to eat and fill her stomach. Such habits caused her stomach to shrink and accept smaller portions. Since Ly had... died, Lixue lost five pounds. Already petite, nobody truly noticed unless they were looking for changes. And Lixue generally tried to not let the changes be noticed.

Gently, Lixue tore off another piece as she glanced around, trying to find something to occupy her time with.

Her office was not a nice place to eat. Besides being empty of other people, there was nothing Lixue had not already seen a thousand times. The worn bag hanging on the back of the door, the basin sitting under the black cot, which Lixue planned to use for a nap later, and the painting hanging over the back of her desk.

The painting had been swapped after Ly had... died. When she had first begun working there, the painting was an uplifting painting of a young girl holding hands with both her mother and father. She was between the two and, from how the picture was drawn, swinging from their hands. Her feet were lifted off the ground. The three were walking into the horizon, going toward the faintly drawn Morwen's palace in the background. All three were Vantha and each had a different color highlighting their hair. Though warmly dressed, none of them were bundled up. The Mark of Morwen kept them warm in the frigid Avanthal air.

The new painting, Lixue supposed, was to help her healing process. It was simple, yet elegant and thought provoking. The painting depicted the colorful lights gracing the skies of Avanthal, dancing overhead and interweaving between strategically placed stars. Near the bottom of the painting, someone was sitting atop a snowdrift, staring up at the sky. Unless someone truly took time to focus in on the painting, they would miss the true meaning. Instead of someone simply looking up at the sky, it was truly a depiction of someone looking at up a person who had passed on from the life. The individual whose life had been lost was made up of the stars, outlined by the colorful aurora lights. Two eyes, a nose, and a smiling mouth.

When Lixue had first seen the painting, she burst into tears.

Peeling her eyes away from the painting, Lixue picked up a jar of herbs on her desk. The container fit in Lixue's palm and she turned it slightly before giving the jar a quick shake. The plant inside was silent. The container was labeled dill and Lixue set it back down. With a quick flick of her finger, the jar slid back into place among the other containers on her desk, neatly organized. No need to be sloppy, after all. Scrambling around to find an object during an emergency was never fun. Lixue also believed it simply looked unprofessional.

Chewing the last bite of her apple, Lixue tossed the fruit in the trash. She toed the door shut before pushing off her chair and smoothly twisting onto the cot. Lixue wasted no time unfolding the blanket at the foot of the bed, spreading it out atop her form, and lying down. Her arm became a pillow, tucked under her head in a strangely comfortable angle. Shifting only once, Lixue relaxed and released a deep sigh. Finally, sleep. Slowly, her eyes drifted shut...
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"This is Vani"

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The Food of Dreams

Postby Lixue on November 6th, 2012, 9:15 pm

InformationWinter-snap to be developed.

Blood stained the ground. One man, bleeding horribly, stumbled out of the square. It was obvious the lack of blood caused him to do this. His long dagger dropped, disappeared into the snow. The wolves wasted no time and one jumped forwards, mouth clamping onto the man's arm. It proceeded to drag him backwards, away from the other Vantha. Two stood guard as the wolf snapped the man's arm at the elbow, ripped it away from the other half of his appendage with a few shakes and twists. The wolf threw the half eaten arm off to the side and proceeded back toward the man, who had fallen where he stood. The beast was driven by the scent of blood filling the air. Lixue was helpless as she watched the second man be slaughtered...

Lixue lurched to a sitting position, throwing the blanket away in panic. Her hands clawed at the blanket when it got stuck under her leg and she whimpered with frustration. Why was it not moving? She had to get away! Had to get away from the wolves! Again, Lixue gave a harsh tug at the blanket and nearly sighed in relief as it gave way. Swinging her legs over the edge of the bed and smacking them against the floor audibly, Lixue exhaled in short, shuddery, breaths. Visibly shaking hands moved to dive deep into her hair as her elbows rested atop her knees. Tears slid down her cheeks but Lixue was oblivious to them. Lixue closed her eyes and tried to calm her racing heart. Tried to forget the mental image of the man's arm being torn off and carelessly tossed to the side. Tried to ignore the metallic tang she could still taste in her mouth.

It did not work.

Going to push to her feet, Lixue froze as she realized someone else was in the office. Hesitantly, she glanced up to see a figure sitting in her chair, watching her with multi-colored eyes. The man had had dark, curly hair that fell to his shoulders and, today, a face covered in rough stubble. He wore a simple jacket, a mixture between brown and grey. Underneath, a clean white shirt resided. The man wore black pants. He was leaning forward on his knees and had his chinned cupped in, if Lixue had to guess, calloused hands. Both feet were planted firmly on the ground.

Sitting back down on the cot, Lixue murmured, “It is considered creepy to watch someone sleep without their permission, Seiled.” The teasing tone slipped in without her permission and Lixue was startled when she realized her lips were curved upward. When had she begun to enjoy his company? The question was not a comfortable one to answer and not one Lixue could put a date to without thorough contemplation.

For a moment, Seiled was silent. He casually scraped at a cuticle, intent on his task. Lixue rubbed sleep from her eyes, trying to figure how long she had been in the world of dreams this time. Normally, the nightmare did not wait long before waking her. The nightmare had begun to plague Lixue when Ly… died. Every night, for nearly three weeks, Lixue would wake up screaming. She learned to survive on only a few bells of sleep, if that. As the days had passed, the nightmare became less dominating of her life. Lixue had taken up the habit of napping at work, so she could function through the day. However, never had she awoke to someone watching her.

“Consider this asking your permission, Lixue,” Seiled drawled, eyes flickering to hers and back to his nails again. Lixue reached out with her foot and shoved his, making he knew she had caught the well veiled joke.

“It is still creepy, even with permission.”

Seiled snorted. “There is no pleasing you, is there?”

They fell silent again. The only sound in the small office was Lixue shifting on the cot. What was he doing here? If he had had a task for her, Seiled would have said it by now. Besides, why would he bring food? Several dishes sat on the desktop, a couple pieces of fruit, and a drinking container. Lixue tried to reason out the answers but finally gave up. She also gave up on trying to sit still.

With a bounce, Lixue shifted to her feet. The blanket she had been covered up with was grabbed unceremoniously. Holding both ends of the blanket, Lixue quickly folded it in half before shifting her grip and folding it in half again, this time sideways. Though the fold was not the cleanest, Lixue figured it was enough and set the blanket back down on the end of the cot. When she moved to straighten the numerous herb containers on her desk, Seiled laid a hand softly on her arm. “Relax. I am not here on bad terms.”

Nodding and telling her nerves to calm themselves, Lixue took a set back on the cot. Satisfied she was not going to make a run for the door, Seiled leaned back in her chair and crossed his feet at the ankles. So long were his legs they tapped against Lixue’s feet in an imaginary rhythm. Although that may have been on purpose. Reaching for his lunch, Seiled tossed one of the fruits at her. Lixue reacted accordingly, barely catching the item thrown at her before realizing what it was. A winter-snap. Lixue looked at Seiled, silently questioning.

"You need to eat," was his simple answer. Knowing she wanted more information, he added sternly, "You have lost weight. Your clothes are baggy and I am fairly certain your cane is heavier than you. Besides, the last thing we need is for a doctor to collapse on duty. When a person is hungry their concentration levels are shot. I do not need any mistakes made I could otherwise help." With that said, he crunched into his own winter-snap.

Lixue was startled. By suggesting he noticed her weight, it also suggested Seiled was watching her closely enough to notice. Lixue had done a fine job in keeping the secret hidden, until she could gain the weight back. How many others had noticed? When had Seiled even had time to notice? Why was he keeping an eye on her?

Lixue kept the questions to herself and bit into the winter-snap.
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The Food of Dreams

Postby Lixue on November 7th, 2012, 1:59 am

The fruit was delicious and erupted in her mouth. As it dissolved, Lixue watched him. Had she been so comfortable anywhere in the Spires’s hospital? Able to sit down in any room, with anyone, and feel right at home? Looking back, Lixue had to admit she was. No matter who was in the current room or where the room was, Lixue had no problem stepping in and interrupting the task at hand. She may have done so to make sure everything was on the right track, the patient was comfortable, or to make sure the newer doctor had a grasp on the assignment. Occasionally, Lixue would stop into an office simply to have a conversation with her employee.

Perhaps it simply came with the territory.

Lixue took charge when someone passed by her office, glanced in and hesitated. The assistant’s neck craned to see better the situation, surely looking to gobble up gossip and spit it out later. The situation was promising; Lixue on the cot, Seiled lounging in her chair, their feet intertwined and both eating from the same lunch. The assistant snickered silently. When she saw Lixue watching her, the assistant’s eyes grew wide and she scuttled away. No doubt to spread lies about the pair. Lixue could not help but wonder what would be spread.

Perhaps Lixue and Seiled were having a midday fun time? Or he was courting her? Perhaps they were in mourning over Ly? Or hiding from their duties? Maybe the assistant would begin a betting pool on their relationship and hope to win.

Then again, what was their relationship? Surely not friends. No information was exchanged between the two and, even after she had helped deliver his niece, Seiled did not explain why he had taken her. Nor who the woman had been.Lixue had not told him about her husband, he had found out some other way. Neither had spoken of his passing and neither acknowledged her change; emotionally and physically.

Until today. What made today different? Why would Seiled bring up her weight? Why would he choose to touch on a subject that broached personal when they had silently agreed to keep an arm’s distance? Had they not?

Pulling herself from the vortex her mind had become entrapped in, Lixue was not surprised to see Seiled studying her. Ignoring this, she pointed out, “If you insist on staying, at least make yourself inconspicuous.” Lixue inclined her head toward the door. Seiled obliged, tapping it closed.

“Let them talk.” The simple statement sent goose bumps up Lixue’s arms and, judging from the amused expression on Seiled’s face, he noticed. One foot tapped against her own even as he casually bit into his winter-snap. There was a pause as his chewing filled the room. “You should think about getting a sedative to sleep better.” Obviously he had been in the room long enough to see her reaction to the nightmare and reach apparent conclusions. Lixue was not certain how this made her feel. Relief, certainly, that someone else knew of her nightmares. She had shared this fact with no one and was not planning to. But if someone knew, then the imaginary weight on her shoulders was not as tough. There was someone else to share the burden. On the other hand, if someone knew, they would look at her differently. Treat her differently. As if she were about to break.

Then again, perhaps she was.

“And you should shave. Guess we are both out of luck, huh?” she shot back. The surprised giggle that burst out of her was slightly foreign and definitely not expected. When was the last time she laughed without restraint? Or without planning beforehand? Without her emotions keeping the laugh short? Without slipping into her thoughts and analyzing her behavior?

Lixue stared when a smile tipped Seiled's mouth upwards. He always seemed so stern, so determined in life. The first time she met him, he did not even crack a smile. Much less give off the idea that one day they would be sitting in her office eating lunch together.

As it was, the smile transformed Seiled's face. His eyes crinkled at the edges, scattering lines outward. A dimple appeared on his right cheek and he lost the intimidating factor he was known for. The smile was contagious and Lixue found herself returning it, if a tad shyly. This was foreign ground. She did not know how to effectively react to such a strange occurrence. So, she did the first thing that popped into her mind: She began to chatter.

"After the Djed Storm of 512, I moved to the Spires when they called for help. Their city was worse than ours and they had lost innumerable citizens. Not all to death. With the storm, their city was covered in unnatural fog that turned anyone who breathed it in feral. The Jamoura, who were created by Caihya, devolved. They went back to where they were before Caihya blessed them. They were plain animals." Seiled was listening intently, any hints of the smile gone. "Protective, possessive, and wild."

Pulling her legs underneath her on the cot, Lixue continued, "Those who escaped the fog lived only a short distance away. Within a couple of bells. We lived in the Base Camp in lodges packed to the rim with fifteen to twenty people. We earned our keep by doing chores like cleaning up the camp, working, or capturing feral citizens." A pause as Lixue let the tension mount. "Citizens who would do anything to protect their property, who disliked intruders, and only wanted to live by their baser instincts. Capturers risked turning feral themselves if they stayed in the fog for too long.

"I worked at the Injury Ward. It was little less than a lodge with beds big enough to comfortably hold a large Jamoura. There were very few competent doctors on the team and our leader was an older Jamoura who was slowly losing his mind. Not in a bad way, but more that he was being entrapped in his mind. I stepped up. Call after call, I was pulled into the wild to deal with emergency situations." Lixue's eyes glazed over as she quietly admitted, "I lost more patients in the rough wilderness than I care to admit."

Shifting on the cot, Lixue continued, "When I was not on a call, I was working at the ward. Patient after patient would come in, having went on a capture. Sometimes they succeeded, other times not. It was my job to heal them to the best of my ability, so they could go back and fight for their city. Those who were captured were kept in cages until the effects of the fog wore off. The most difficult task of any medical personnel was to care for the captured. The citizen would be sedated, though that itself was difficult to manage. Too much and they risked dying. Too little and there was physical danger for the doctor if the citizen were to awaken. One well placed hit from a Jamoura and the receiver would face down Dira.

"There were never enough of us. Doctors, that is. Day in and day out, we struggled to fight Dira and more prayers than anything else were in the Injury Ward. On more than one occasion, I slept at the ward. Fevers were rampant, sickness easily spread and there were never enough of anything. We could only hope to keep enough bandages on stock in case of an emergency. Even under our watchful, if inexperienced, care, patients died or were permanently scarred." One hand idly tapped against her knee, holding in the bundle nerves that plagued her at the memories. Keeping the feeling of exasperation at bay. Of uselessness. Of hopelessness.

"When the city was retaken, everything had to be rebuilt. Everything. The hospital was built and I was placed in management. I watched over the employees and made sure nothing went wrong, so the two main owners could complete their own jobs with as little hassle as possible. Homes popped up all over the place and the rest of the Feral citizens were captured. But I stayed only long enough to make sure the hospital was on its feet before I came back." And I killed a man. "My job was complete. I had gone to the Spires to help them in their medical emergency and they were okay now. I came back." I should have stayed. Ly might still be alive.

"Avanthal is glad to have you back," Seiled informed Lixue quietly. Lixue nodded, trying to believe it herself.
"This is Common"
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The Food of Dreams

Postby Lixue on November 8th, 2012, 3:37 am

When Seiled began to speak, Lixue paid close attention to the musical words he linked together with ease. Her hands cupped her feet under her and nearly green eyes were focused on his form. Even though he was leaned back in the chair, holding a relaxed position, his body was tense. Lixue noticed in the way his muscles were tight and the way he did not move. His dark eyes were staring at the wall over Lixue’s shoulder. If Lixue had to guess, she would have assumed Seiled was reliving the event even as he told it.

“The day was young. In truth, the sun was barely winking over the horizon and kissing the Avanthal snow. The city was still asleep, tucked in their beds and dreaming of the future. But not I. I was up early, had been lying in my bed and trying to muster the courage to move for several bells. My nerves were shot and I had talked myself out of the adventure several times. As it was, I still slipped from my bed. My young mind convinced itself my friend would go without me and I feared being left behind. I foolishly thought the adventure was the most important thing in the world. Slipping from my warm bed, I snuck out of the Arvinta. I went to sleep dressed the night before, so I would be ready and would not wake my family.”

Seiled took a deep breath and continued on. “As we had agreed, my friend met me outside the hold. On silent feet, we pushed through the streets toward the outer wall. Our breaths mingled together, little clouds of air. The Icewatch guards asked us only a few questions that includes where we were going, what we were going to do, when to expect us back, etc. I was surprised at how few questions they asked us, two young children who wanted out of the city at an ungodly house. I was certain they would notice how I was nervous and paranoid. But our excuse of taking a morning hunting trip was believed, even though we had no weapons. Once we were out of sight of the gates, my friend and I were ecstatic. Slipping under the radar had been so easy!”

There was a pause as Lixue readjusted. Seiled’s eyes flickered to her and then away again. “My friend and I were on a hunt. We had not lied to the guards, but we had not explained either. Together, we were determined to find a Frostfawn Deer. Even if we had to search all day and all night, we would find one, even better if it was a Frostling. We childishly believed if we had managed to see one of the creatures we would become popular beyond belief and would be able to tell stories about it for the rest of our life. We also believed people would come to us for advice on how to hunt the creatures. Neither of us paid any mind to the fact that we were in the Whitevine Hold instead of the Frostfawn. This was not what our lives were supposed to consist of, but we had both been romanced by the stories the elders told.”

The way Seiled strung words together left Lixue in awe. His deep voice rang with both emotion and strung the words together as if there were no spaces. Seiled’sVantha accent rang true and Lixue, like many others who were not used to such a beautiful language, could only compare it to a spoken song. There was a hesitancy to tell his story, as if Seiled was uncertain if Lixue would understand. The insecurity echoed in the undertones. When he glanced over at Lixue again and saw her enraptured expression, Seiled continued speaking, a little bolder now. Lixue offered him a gentle smile and flicked a hand at him, as if to encourage him to keep going.

“For bells upon bells, we trekked through the snow. It was not a fun task and my friend and I would switch places occasionally. One bell I would lead and shove my way through the deep snow and then he would. Though our legs grew heavy and our stomachs growled, we continued to press on. Along the way, he and I discussed what the meeting would look like when we finally found the Frostfawn Deer and, hopefully, a Frostling. In our young minds, we assumed the Frostfawn Deer would welcome us and perhaps even allow us to pet it.”
Pink painted Seiled’s cheeks, to Lixue’s amusement. “So, bell upon bell we walked. And we talked about everything. About the fame we were sure to receive for such an accomplishments. About how our parents were most likely awake by now and searching frantically for us. In our minds, we did not think about how they would still get after us when we got back. In our minds, finding a Frostfawn Deer would make everything alright."

There was a pause as Seiled grabbed his sandwich off the desk and handed it to Lixue. She knew better than to argue with him by this point and bit into the food. Even if the man was persistent, Lixue respected him more for noticing the turmoil her situation had caused. He was helping her out, keeping her healthy, when he could be working with another patient and monitoring the doctors who were new to the staff. Well, newer than Lixue. The ones with less experience and the ones who had to be watched for mistakes.

Seiled waited until she bit into the sandwich before falling back into his story. "Anyways. Only when the sun was high in the sky and beating down on our backs did we begin to question what we were doing. Neither of us had been looking for tracks of any sort and we had not told our parents where we going. Besides completing a task better left to a different hold, we had no experience being outside of the gates. No food lay in our stomachs and no weapons were on our person. If something were to happen, we were truly defenseless. At best, we could use our marks of Morwen. At worse, we could and probably would die.

"I urged my friend to turn around, to come back to the city with me. I was hungry and, even with the mark of Morwen and my three layers of clothes, cold. Worry was snaking through me at the prospect of scaring our parents and what they would do in retaliation. The wind was picking up, increasing in velocity as the day moved on. Soon enough, snow bit at our uncovered faces and mercilessly teased our open fingers until they were blushing and stinging with damaged pride. My friend insisted on going onward and, being the boy I was, I followed.

"Only when we were too far from the city to turn back and reach it before dark did my friend realize what had happened. Only then did he turn to me for guidance and ask my opinion. Only then did the tears start to fall, both in worry and fear. What if we did not make it back to the city? What if our parents had given up looking? What if one of the many wilderness predators found us? The prospect was more frightening to us than the question of how we were going to make shelter. We did not even think about how we were going to survive the night when we were so used to the cozy beds in our Arvintas.

"When snow began to fall on top of us, we panicked. When we tried to turn around to go home, we discovered our tracks had been wiped away in the wind and covered with the white tears of the sky. Scared and hungry, we huddled together and tried to keep each other awake. Coming from the Whitevine Hold, we had enough knowledge to know what frostbite and hypothermia looked like. But we were also inexperienced in the field and knew nothing besides the advice of: Keep warm and do not sleep."
Seiled sighed. "So, we did just that. One after another, we shared jokes and stories. We shared memories and gossip. We kept talking and talking and talking. I think it was our fear of the silence that kept our mouths moving and our eyes constantly checking the horizon. I am not certain of what we looked for. Perhaps help, perhaps the Frostfawn Deer we had set out to find, or perhaps death coming to find us.

"Bells passed. When we ran out of memories to share, we started making things up. Such as trying to name all of the stars or trying to see if we could spot Dira's face in the distance. Occasionally, we drew in the fresh snow. Anything to keep our minds busy." Didn't that sound familiar? "The storm we were caught in relinquished its hold when the sun rose. By then, we were covered in snow and the shivers we had once experienced were gone. Our fingers were numb and our faces chapped. We both looked near death and we both felt the whispering call of Dira. Together, we fought against the urge to give up and go to sleep. In an attempt to concentrate, we played with our marks from Morwen to see who could create the best picture with the ice.

"I had the idea of using our marks for something else. What if we could protect ourselves from the elements? I had seen workers use their marks when building. Why couldn't we?"
Here, Seiled gave a faint smile, as if remembering a detail he did not share with Lixue. "Half-frozen, we began to work. By three bells time, we were on the inside of a dome made completely of ice. There was no room to move and it was still cold, but at least we were out of the biting wind. At least we quit looking for the predators we knew would be near us soon enough. Fitfully, we slept with the agreement of waking the other up within half a bell. Before we started sleeping, though, we both told each other what to do or say in the case that one of us did not wake up.

"I think I told him to make sure my medical kit was clean."
Lixue had to smile, even at such a depressing statement. "Sometime during our sleep cycle, both of us fell asleep. I am not certain for how long or what we dreamed about, but I remember awaking with a start and shoving my friend awake. How could we let such a thing happen? What if one of us had not woken up? The prospect was terrifying, but what was even scarier was our surroundings. So upset at our folly were we, we let our guard slip. The soft crunch of snow outside of our dome silenced up quickly and we huddled together, sharing looks of fear. Something pressed against our dome's wall, growled, and then disappeared. We stayed huddled together for bells after that, uncertain if something was staying outside of our dome and waiting for us to make noise so it could eat us.

"During this time, we both fell back to sleep. The next time I awoke, many things had happened. According to the doctors, my body shut down in order to survive. Our parents had sent out an Icewatch Patrol, who discovered our dome in the snow. We were both passed out inside, too hypothermic and out of it to even notice. The Icewatch Patrol rushed us back to Avanthal, where we were immediately seen by doctors. My friend was in intensive care for a week before he was released, having suffered frostbite and hypothermia."
Here, Seiled closed his eyes. Lixue wanted to reach out and place a hand on his shoulder, to comfort him and encourage him to keep going. "I was in the medical center for a season. My body had shut down in order to let me survive and it took that long just for my body to reawaken. My family did not think I was going to make it." Seiled murmured something else, as if admitting a secret detail, "I did not think I was going to make it."

Lixue tapped her foot against his, effectively catching Seiled's attention. The man's head snapped in her direction and, for once, unguarded eyes watched her. Lixue offered a gentle smile and teasingly repeated his words from earlier, "Avanthal is glad to have you back."
"This is Common"
"This is Vani"

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The Food of Dreams

Postby Valkyrie on November 13th, 2012, 3:49 am

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A New Painting for a New Time
Plagued by Dreams of Ly and the Wolves
Wary of Potential Gossips
Covering Up Anxiety with Chatter
The Story of Seiled Stranded in the Wastes

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Notes: There wasn’t a massive amount of skills to award for this thread but it was well written and had an excellent structure. It was cute in a sad way when Lixue tried to cover up her nerves with a random story and I loved how Seiled mirrored her with a story of his own. That they were able to relate in such a way.



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