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(The rp will begin on the first day of school, where everyone is getting settled in their dorms. These are the dorm rooms:


Marcus with Dexter, Room 487


Jackson with Pate, Room 476


Madelyn and Alexandra, Room 334


Ranae and Kira, Room 332


Welcome to Trital University.)


Marcus fumbled with the cuffs of his navy blue sweater, it's plain surface making it easy for his small frame to blend into the crowd going unnoticed. Everyone stood in line as they all awaited their keys to their dorms, and amidst that line of strangers was the anxious and uncomfortable Marcus. Who naturally gave off an unapproachable aura that he liked to imagine was the main reason others would steer away from him.


The world was loud around him with cackles and frantic screams of amusement. As he stood there, being the awkward Marc he was tugging along his brief case as the long line of people in front of him seemed to lessen.


I'm fine, you're fine, we're fine. The black haired boy thought to himself the familiar line just as he reached the front desk.


The blonde women looked up at him expectingly her eyes holding a fury of judgment as her fingers where already hovering over the keyboard as if waiting for something. Marcus just stood there each of them eyeing one another down in their own bubble of silence till she spoke up in a agitated tone,


"Name?" The boys shoulders tensed at her words and felt the needed to run into a wall as he was full of embarrassment.


"Marcus Paige, with a g-e." He barely got out, in which the women silently seemed to praise whatever she believed in as she typed in the words. Before reaching under her desk and picking through many files full of papers before setting a thin stack in front of him topped with a bronze key.


"There you go, those are your classes, a map of the school and a sheet with the staff numbers and emails. Room 487." She finished before waving him off and beginning on the girl behind him right as he collected the papers and began towards his dorm. Feeling his heart calm down and the air clear up once he was away from the large crowd and inside the school.


At some point after roaming the school and getting lost many times in the process he found the room. Timidly he set the key into the thin lock hearing the click as he turned it. Marcus bit his lower lip anxiously as he took hold of the knob and opened the door to find an empty room. The sight of the two beds set a new fear aflame in him, who was his roommate?
 
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Dexter blinked tiredly as he stood in the middle of the pathway leading to the huge building he was staring at. Bags under his eyes, he ran a hand over his hair, cursing under his breath for having to wake up so early. Why the hell did his family decide he needed to go to college was beyond him. He could have just stayed at home, doing odd jobs on the net for two or so more months and he would've been able to afford an apartment of his own and a damn car. But no, his parents needed him to get a diploma which was the equivalent of toilet paper in this world so he could, as his dad told him, 'become a decent part of an educated society.'


Yeah, right.


He fixed his headphones, and set his phone to blare the all too familiar music through their speakers. He slung his hood over his head loosely, and clutched his laptop to his side as he drug his feet along the pavement, making his way towards the university while pulling on his spinner luggage. Dex was glad he took his headphones with him; the incessant rambling from all these empty headed college kids that surrounded him would've driven him insane otherwise. He snorted at the thought; most of them would probably end up with alcohol poisoning by the end of the week, which actually reminded him of someone. Although the guy would definitely be a welcomed sight in this... jungle.


Ah well, I suppose he had his reasons, Dexter thought before finally entering the complex. Making his way through a number of halls before he actually found his way. He found himself in the back of a line of sorts. In a few minutes, his tired eyes met the gaze of the blonde woman sitting behind the desk, and he figured she was irritated by this point. Typical freshman treatment.


"Haynes, Dexter." He informed, and the lady checked through some documents before giving him a set of papers, a map of the area, his schedule, and some keys.


"Room 487." She declared matter-of-factly, "Everything you'll need is in those." She motioned to the papers with her eyes, and glanced over his shoulder, "Next."


With a dismissing shake of his head, Dex took his stuff and proceeded on his way to find his room, avoiding any and all attention-seekers as best as he could. He was too tired to deal with any of them. After what seemed like an hour of pointless wandering, he finally reached his room, only to notice that the door had been left open. He looked around as he let himself in, and blinked a few times in surprise as he stared at a rather familiar figure and let his headphones fall to his neck.


"...Marc?"
 
Marcus yawned into the back of his hand as he mentally fought with himself as to which bed he should take. Attempting to figure out which his roommate would prefer, after a couple minutes or so he simply decided on the one on the left. Rolling his case over to the section he unzipped it slowly making his temporary bed until a voice spoke his name behind him causing him to jump. Ever since high school he'd been an easily startled boy.


With his hands still in his bag he looked over to see the familiar boy from tenth grade, his glasses nearly falling off of his nose.


"Dex..." He murmured distantly before standing up awkwardly. What was he supposed to do now, his ice blue eyes fell on the boy once again unintentionally.


"Nice to see you, how are you?" He stated genuinely a small playing on his lips.


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Dexter smiled back at him, realizing that he hadn't changed much from their school days, "You're a pleasant sight for literally sore eyes yourself." He stated with some relief in his voice. He noticed that the guy had picked out his bed already, so he made his way to the other one on the right. He plopped down on it lazily, yet another exasperated yawn escaping him as he set his laptop down carefully, "Thank God, I thought I'd be roomed up with some idiotic nut job. Guess the rooming system works after all, eh?"


"Been better, to be honest. Kinda irked by the fact that I'll have to attend classes again, but it could be worse, I guess." He met Marcus' eyes, and his smile widened, "So, how's life treating you? Besides this whole suffocating uni situation, I mean. You been up to anything lately?"
 
Marcus took hold of a thin throw blanket and began folding it as he watched the long lasted friend collapse onto the other bed. A small chuckle escaping his pale lips but the shy smile faltered when Dexter stated his displeasure for the whole school situation. Marcus himself wasn't truly excited for the school year, he had been mentally preparing himself for being alone the whole year before now. Relief flooded into him when he knew he had a past companion back by his side.


"Well hopefully it'll get better," he stated truthfully before placing the blanket on the bottom right corner of his bed.


"Oh and I've been just fine, really haven't been doing much. Taught myself to play the ukulele and piano, if that counts." He spoke in his naturally nervous tone,


"Oh my mother signed me up for a play last summer. You can imagine how that ended, I fainted before I got on stage. Truly helped my self esteem." Marcus joked as he sat on his bed clutching one of his pillows which was shaped as a cat.


"What about you? Still tinkering with computers?"


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Pate walked into the admittance office, bags in hand. One with all of his sports equipment that he didn't want to have to borrow from the school in order to practice and in his other hand he had the essentials, clothes and the like. He also had on a backpack with his computer and some other electronics that he didn't want to get roughed up. When Pate got to the front desk, he imagined he looked slightly silly with all of his stuff, that is, until he saw one guy with a shopping cart full of clothes. Ohh, that girl at the desk is pretty cute. He leaned awkwardly on the desk and decided to make a move.


He began with a drawn out,"Heeey." Just say,'Hey Girl', that's not so bad. Just do it.


The girl at the desk looked up at him innocently and said, "Yes?"


Stop now, no, no, this is a bad idea. Say something smooth.. Quickly!


He quickly said "..Do you know which room I'm in? Stein, Pate Nicholas Stein is my name."


She continued staring back at him nonchalantly,"There you go, those are your classes, a map of the school and a sheet with the staff numbers and emails. Room 476, see you around, dude."


Very embarrassed at his attempt at smooth talk, he walked away after being waved away by the girl behind it then took a deep breath. He squirmed in his jacket a bit, somewhat sweaty, he doesn't know why he even brought it, it was practically Summer still.


Who could I be dorming with? I'm fairly concerned, there wasn't even any real questionnaire to find a roommate you were compatible with. The only two questions were "Gender?" and "Which schools have you attended? Be sure to write out the years in which you attended." Now that I think about it, there was a third, "Would you like to dorm with people you have the same years and schools in common with?" I checked no for the grade school classes, because they only remember me as that socially awkward kid with the pimples. I checked yes for the high school classes though, I would be totally stoked if I could see most of those guys again.


After he awoke from the day dream, he found himself in the middle of the room of jerks already poking fun at a little guy. "Nice glasses, four eyes!" One of them yelled. Jesus, I didn't realize that they the Pre-Med majors were already experimenting with monkeys, giving them the ability to talk and what have you, what a bunch of idiots."





Pate held up his sports equipment eye level to himself and pointed it at the one who made the "four eyes" comment. He said with authority in a light German accent, "Friend, I would like to not get into a fight on the first day of school, so I suggest you all back right on off." The bully took a step towards Pate, but backed off when he saw neither of his friends took a step forward with him. The head bully puffed into the air and said cockily ((double entendre)),"Whatever nerd, catch ya on the flip flop." Pate sighed at the college student's mixing of phrases then waved them off. The little freshman looked up at Pate and introduced himself as Ryan. Ryan thanked him excessively then went on to his way.


Pate walked towards his room, put down a bag, unlocked the door, picked up his back,walked in, put all of his stuff down on the unmade bed, then went back and locked the door. Textbook.


I really hope those guys weren't on the baseball team, two of them were wearing A-Rod jerseys. He laid down on the sheetless bed and tried to relax.
 
"Indeed." Dexter replied somewhat hopefully. He nodded to the following statements from his old friend back from school, chuckling quietly at the part of him fainting. He could actually imagine that happening, "Same old same old, eh? Well, at least you tried, you know?" The brown haired teen added, some form of nostalgia overtaking him when he sunk into the memories of his school days that he spent with Marc and six other certain individuals.


Dexter opened his laptop and quickly glanced through his email, his eyes narrowing slightly when he noticed a rather distasteful message from one of his online buddies. He glanced up at Marc, and chuckled inwardly. Yeeeeeeeaaaaah, I don't think I should mention who I'm running with on the web. Hacktivism might make him paranoid. Truth be told, hacktivism wasn't exactly... legal, in a sense, but it was 'okay' if you never got caught, and he was damn good at remaining inconspicuous.


"As my father says, I'm a good for nothing at anything that isn't computers." He said with a tired sigh, an irritated expression morphing his features when he remembered the old geezer, "If only the older generation knew that you could learn virtually anything through the web, am I right? I probably know more about cars than he does... in theory."


"But, well, I'm babbling." Dexter ruffled his own hair, "I'm Majoring Computer Science, which you probably guessed. What about you?"
 
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Marcus nodded in agreement to the boys words, on the outside he hadn't changed much. The same old lanky boy who if set up in front of a crowd would hyperventilate and have to be dragged from the podium.


His grip on the pillow tightened at the mention of Dexters fathers thoughts,


"We get a vast amount of knowledge much easier with technology. And though you don't show it your really smart, I know that at least. Just making it into this school shows that." He pointed out slightly distantly before realizing this and chuckled under his breath for an unknown reason.


"Computer Science," he repeated as he nodded in agreement with his choice,


"Counseling Physiologically." Marcus finally answered after thinking of his friends choice for a moment.


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Dexter laughed quietly, "Hey, you're here too, remember?" He said with a genuine smile, remembering how much of a perfectionist he was. "Huh." He added at Marcus' mention of his Major. That's an interesting choice for him, he thought, and he had to wonder if it was for him to help relax a bit more. Whichever the case was, Marc definitely chose an intriguing subject.


He closed his laptop and pushed it aside before standing up and stretching, groaning slightly as he did so. He unzipped his back, and threw his favorite pillow on its edge before reaching inside to get some of his essential clothes out, "Why'd you choose that? If I may ask, that is. Some people keep their reasons private, and I don't really want to stick my nose in where it's not wanted." He had a hunch why his old friend would chose this particular Major, but it couldn't hurt to be sure.
 
Marcus smiled shyly looking at his floral vans quietly, thankful for his friends words. His black bangs hid his face, as his feet slowly began to tap nervously. Dexter was a smart kid, though he chose to not show it. Marcus was actually a bit jealous by how outgoing he was or helpful.


Marcus was drawn from his thoughts when questioned once more and looked up pushing his black frames up his nose as he thought about a semi-true reason. But before he could think of anything his mouth began to move without his brains consideration, his voice sounding distant.


"Most physical injuries can be fixed, with a mere band aid. And even when it's infected there's a chance with medication. But the mental ones they're uncontrollable, a band aid can't patch up a broken soul. And once infected it spreads through out someone's body. Every mistake, every word can push someone farther. You can't escape from yourself like you can an injury. The physical pain can stop with a single antibiotic but physiological ones are usually ended with a bottle. So I just want to stop that, I'm never good with gore or stressful situations so I rather help those who can't quite escape it I guess..." His blue eyes where staring at the wall as he said all of this in a small daze which held no emotion. Until he realized what he said,


"Sorry for rambling." He spoke sheepishly color returning to his face. As he rubbed the back of his neck, he never quite liked speaking so much. But it happened at rare moments when he got lost in a subject.


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Luna looked nervously around the school and the crumpled paper of her classes in her hand. Her long purple hair reached the worn out cuffs of her old jeans. The dark blue sweater matched her eyes. I have to find the music room, i have to find the music room. she thought. Every hallway looked a like. She got nervous and laid on the wall and sighed. "I look like such a freshman." She pushed herself up and her black heels clacked against the ground. "I wont give up this easy!" she yelled, which caused a couple of students to look back at her. She blushed shyly and pushed herself into the corner.
 
Dexter blinked in slight surprise as Marcus started talking about his Major. Curiosity and interest having caught him, he sat back down on his bed, completely forgetting his belongings, and he put his arms on his knees as he leaned forward and listened to his friend intently as he rested his chin in his palms, nodding to his statements. He could remember that Marc rarely opened up like this, but, whenever he did, Dex was always caught off guard. If only he himself realized that he's not giving himself enough credit, the brown haired teen thought with a small smile.


Truth be told, he knew all about what Marcus was saying. Back with his hacktivist group, /FABLE/, he had gotten information about a psych ward that was... using their patients. The jist of it was that it was apparently a very renowned clinic, but the head doc was a greedy pig. They had been siphoning money from the patients' relatives for 'treatment' while, in truth, all they did was make their situations worse on purpose, and thus kept asking for more money to continue 'treating' them. Their group got a leaked video from one of the nurses, and they did an HBGary, bricking their entire system beyond actual repair. They had gotten enough visual data to stop the whole operation, and made it all public, destroying the ward's reputation and putting the swine behind bars while the patients were sent to decent clinics to receive help.


The sad part was that some of them were too far gone, and couldn't be helped anymore.


When he saw the vids himself, it sickened him. He couldn't believe people would use other peoples' mental illnesses for their own damn benefit. He smiled at Marcus, "Well, I'm glad you chose this one, Marc. It suits you. I mean, after seeing the vids of the Lakehouse incident - you know, the one where they purposely mistreated their patients - I'm glad there are people like you who genuinely want to help people."


"And no worries. I don't mind it." He chuckled, "Hell, I think I'll be apologizing to you for that soon enough."
 
Marcus coughed into his sleeve, his cuffs tugged over his hands and held within his balled up fists. When Dexter spoke up once more it caused his mind to trail to the videos which spread over the internet everyone's eyes seeing it at some point within a day.


It sickened Marcus to see such prideful people so dependent on money who where prepared to ruin another's life. It was one of the few things which irritated him visibly.


"Thank you," he whispered looking back at his shoes, his eyes staring at Dex's shoes in confusion when he heard the boys last statement,


"Why?" He questioned wondering as to why he'd ever apologize to Marcus when he only treated him kindly.


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Dex chuckled sheepishly while rubbing the back of his head, pondering on the question, "Well, I'm not exactly what you'd call a... day person. Or a morning person, for that. I'll try to be as quiet as humanly possible though." He said with a smile, "That, and, hmm.. I think I'll be rambling much more than you will. Whining especially." He snorted under his breath with a quiet laugh.


"Alright, let's move on to a bit of a lighter subject..." He scratched his chin in thought before humming, "You think anyone else we know will end up here?"
 
Marcus chuckled quietly at the boys statement before placing the familiar kitten pillow back where it had been.


"So what you're saying is I won't be surviving this year." He pointed out standing up and brushing off the nonexistent dust on his jeans.


"I'm not quite sure myself. Want to look?" He rose a brow though he knew it went unnoticed behind his bangs. Fixing the black collar which peaked out of the neck of his sweater.


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Humming to himself in thought, Dexter shrugged, "Sure, why not?" He pushed his laptop aside, and placed his pillow over it. Standing up, the man stretched once again and yawned, "Damn, these beds are more comfortable than I thought they'd be. That or I'm just sleepy."


He threw off his hoodie since the still-Summer heat was finally registering to him, and he was left with a grey V-neck shirt. He shoved his hands in his pockets and looked at Marc, "You want to check the other rooms or should we hit the mess or something? Speaking of which, I am dying for a cup of joe. You think they got a coffee maker on our floor? I would so make it ours."
 
Marcus stayed in his uncomfortably warm sweater going without showing his discomfort on his face as he took hold of his cold key and walked towards the door.


"I'd prefer Tea," he informed the other quietly,


"So the cafeteria it is." He added on holding the door open for the other boy. As his other hand styled his bangs, brushing the thick mess out of his gaze.


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Nodding to Marcus, Dex took his headphones off and left them on the desk next to his bed. He clicked his tongue in slight annoyance when his phone bleeped, and he chose to ignore it for the time being. He had just been reunited with a friend from high school - whoever was bugging him could wait.


"Thanks." Dexter said as he stepped out of their room, a look of confusion on his face as he looked around the hall that literally had no directions pointing anywhere. An idea popped into his head, and he took out the map the blonde lady gave him that he had stashed into his jeans back pocket. He unfolded the crumpled piece of paper, and stared at it curiously, "Alright, if I'm any good with directions, which I'm pretty sure I'm not, I think we should head this way." He pointed towards a staircase, a look of irritation passing through him upon seeing a group of sorority girls walking along, all mumbling and giggling at seemingly insignificant things.


He glanced at Marc with a look of sympathy and smiled, "Come on, we should be there in a few minutes."
 
Marcus shut the door softly behind them and slid the key back into the knob locking it protectively before slipping the key into his back pocket.


"Oh my...." He murmured slightly hesitant to put his trust in the directionless friend. A single thing he truly remembered was the memory of Dexter attempting to lead them to a coffee shop directly down the road from them which would originally take five minutes but took an average of one hours. What a day that had been, when the pompous girls passed them another conversation starter came to mind,


"Meet any girls?....Or boys?" Marcus stuttered out beginning towards the stairs cautiously.


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As he walked along the hall towards the flight of stairs, his eyes kept drifting between the map and the path they were taking. He blinked a couple of times, his eyes narrowing as if he had some trouble seeing. Yeah, I forgot my contacts. Great, he thought, "Uhh... I was with this one girl from our old school for like a month during the summer. Tiffany Hale - remember her? The quirky redhead that everyone thought was a stoner? Didn't work out too well with my day sleeping- No, you know what? You lead." He suddenly handed the map to Marc, "Because I think we're already walking in the wrong direction." Dex added sheepishly, feeling somewhat stupid.


"What about you? Any significant others?"
 
Marcus listened to the boy, his fingers fumbling with his sleeves quietly in front of himself.


"Hale...Oh yes...Her..She was nice." He spoke quietly in understanding before halting at the feeling of the paper in his hands.


"Oh alright," he blinked blankly for a moment before he snorted covering his mouth with his hand as he let out small bits of laughter.


"It's upside down.." He pointed out flipping the paper back to the correct side before about facing and beginning back down the stairs making sure he could hear Dexters feet behind him.


"Um none really, every since Payton in seventh grade I've been frightened of girls ever since." Marcus joked reminiscing of the girl who owned the name Payton.


She had asked him if he wanted to go to the dance and being the mess he was said yes. Well they didn't make it pass the holding hands stage after the dance before the girl stated her love for him by shaving his name into her cats fur. Truly terrifying. At the sight of her showing her cat to him he gave the worst look as he excused himself to the bathroom hiding in there till his mother came over to pick him up.


Marcus shuddered at the memory right as they came to a sign which informed them in bold royal blue letters the direction the mess hall was in. Following it's direction he began down the corridor slowing his pace so he wouldn't lose Dex.


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Pate, finally unpacked, walks outside of his room to see what's going on. There is a lot of talking, obviously. Most of these people are meeting for the first time. Wait, why did I even come out here? He walked halfway through the door, then realized there was nothing to do in there, but there was nothing to do outside. He decided to be semi-sociable, so he sat in the hallway next to his door, waving to passersby. He was trying to make a new friend, but nobody seemed to want to chat, probably because they didn't want to have to carry their luggage any longer than they had to. Pate shrugged, Oh, looks like this is going to be a terrific year.
 
"It's upside down.."


Dexter stared at him weirdly, a look of pure stupidity on his face before he facepalmed epicly, "Figures." He said through a sigh, "Well, now I'm really glad I'm not alone. I'd probably get into that stereotypical situation where I wander into the girl's changing room and everyone would think I'm a pervert. Not that I would do that, you see, but - okay, I'm rambling."


He shook his head, thinking that he was going out of character way too fast for his own good. Composing himself, he followed Marcus down a number of halls, listening as he spoke about Payton. Ah, yes, Payton. He remembered her. If he got his facts straight from whatever it was that happened, she did something incredibly horrible to her cat that had possibly ended up in some mental trauma for Marc. Poor guy, Dex thought with a somewhat amused chuckle.


The brown haired teen stared at the letters of the cafeteria, and nodded his thanks to Marcus before a certain scent invaded his nostrils. Coffee! he thought, the bags under his eyes seemingly more prominent than ever now. As if on instinct, the man proceeded inside the huge place, and he suddenly stopped when he saw the... mass of people inside.


Okay, this might not have been the best of ideas, he thought as he glanced back at Marc, "You want to go in? I can grab you some tea, if you like. Just tell me which one."
 
Marcus followed close behind Dexter a light smile playing on his lips. It felt nice to see his friend again he couldn't help but smile. But at the entrance of the cafeteria his grin faded into a frown of nervousness. The pounding of his heart felt within his chest at the large amount of people. And when asked if he wished to enter her nodded no,


"Sorry, PassionFlower tea it should be there. Thank you." He stated before retreating to the wall beside a sitting boy. And leaned into the wall attempting to keep his eyes off of the familiar person.


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Dex nodded to Marcus and almost literally flung himself into the crowd, a myriad of curses escaping his throat silently. He tried pushing through the people, finding it becoming increasingly difficult because of the fact that the further he went - the older the proverbial trees standing in his way got, "Excuse me. Pardon me. Perdóneme. Pardonnez-moi. Perdonatemi. Entschuldigen Sie. I'm running out of languages here. Uhh... Da veniam! Come on! Coming through!" With a loud groan, the teen finally found himself in front of the coffee machine, panting heavily for breath.


Giving the apparatus a quick look through, he shoved in a few pennies and pressed a button. The plastic cup shot down, and, without waiting much, his shot of espresso was finally prepared, and he gulped down on it in one go. He felt his body relax when the hot liquid flowed down his throat. It burned him slightly, but he could definitely say that he was now feeling better - at least he wasn't on the verge of passing out anymore. Exhaling deeply in delight, he threw in some more coins and punched in the command for the Passion Flower tea Marc had requested, and he waited for it to brew.


Figuring he didn't have anything to do in the meantime, he picked up his phone and checked his mail. His brows furrowed slightly when he noticed a message from Nox, one of his buddies from /FABLE/.


Nox: Hey Djinn! How's your first day at college?


Djinn: Leave me alone and go check the message Chaos left. I'm sure he sent you the same one.


Nox: That's what I wanted to talk to you about.


Djinn: Is it urgent?


Nox: Not really, it's just that we can't start without you.


Djinn: 0100


Nox: Got it.


With a tired sigh, Dex pushed his phone back into his jeans pocket, and took out Marc's tea when it was finished. Checking the machine, he noticed that he had put in a bit too much cash, and it was enough for a double cappuccino. Shrugging, he pressed a few buttons once more, and waited for his coffee to arrive.
 
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