“I’m just going to tell them.” Greg finished rambling to himself as the sun began to set in the distance. “Yeah, just go and tell them. Doesn’t hurt at all to be honest.”
He was at the edge of the building looking down at all of the people. He was at the highest he could get to the city before he decided to jump down and propel himself.
He drifted all the way down behind some apartment buildings as he tried to remember his steps to get back to the sewers. In the back alleys of the city was filled with some homeless people and junkies, alongside the fact that they were slumped on the ground. Walking by them he was approached by a few to lend them some money.
Declining as he hastily picked up the pace blindly choosing directions and paths to go down. Seeing the same brick layout of the buildings with fire exits and dumpsters blending all together, feeling more like a mirage.
He was walking down for a while now as it began to get more dark outside, he couldn’t tell where he even was anymore. Going left, the right, then left? It was left right? No it was right, left, back then a zig zag with a roundabout u-turn intersection crosspath then uphill downhill to dead end? Honestly it was way too much information for him to handle.
Now it was absolutely pitch dark around him. His whole sense of direction was completely discombobulated, his path was basically a mish mash twisted knot that melted into an indescribable puddle. At this point he was walking in a straight line surrounded by a black void.
Sounds of the city slowly descended into whispers that were hard to interpret and all of his surroundings were no longer familiar. Homeless people in the crowd started to morph into a familiar face. It was a woman, all of them were women that he knew just by looking at their fragile figure.
It was his mother, the deformed amalgamation of her were just lying down on the ground. Hospital beeps slowly creeped into his ear like an annoying tinnitus ringing. It started to rain, or did it? He definitely felt some pitter patters of water droplets grace his shoulders and he swore he stepped into some puddles.
Then a warm aroma encapsulated him that paralyzed his legs from moving forward. Some nice air conditioning breezed by causing the hairs on his arms to spike up, giving some goosebumps as well. Even though he had shoes on he sensed a soft carpeted floor beneath his bare feet. Suddenly a thundering knock and rumbling startled him.
“Greg!” His fathers voice echoed and bounced around his head. “GREG!” The yelling continued.
“You motherfucker!”
“Why did you run!?”
“Your mother is dead!”
“You left her! In her final moments you ran away like a coward!”
“Shut up.” Greg mumbled to himself as he knelt down, grasping his head fully.
“You left her for this!? This is fucking useless! A bat!? What a fucking waste!” His dads voice came back with an echoing boom.
“That is no excuse!” His dad came out of the void to pick Greg up. He had a very muscular build that seemed way too unusual, he also seemed to tower way over him as well. All of his features seemed to be overly exaggerated.
“Fuck you!” He screamed back but his voice sounded way younger.
“What did you say to me?” He threw him back down to the ground.
“I-I-I. I said fuck you!”
“What did you say to me?”
“Fuck you!” His voice got louder and matured rapidly.
“What did you say to me?”
“FUCK YOU!” He almost blew out his voice.
“W-w-what d-d-did y-y-you s-s-say t-t-to m-m-me???” His voice sputtered out like a robot voice glitching until his whole body slowly melted away into nothing, not even morphing into a puddle on the ground.
“Hey!” A distant unfamiliar voice shouted out in the distance that immediately brought everything back to normal. “Come out with your hands up.”
Greg was facing down a flashlight that blinded his vision which made him squint his eyes, alongside the red and blue flashes of the sirens from the police car. An officer had a gun pointed directly at him.
Absolutely terrified Greg immediately drew his bat and launched off the ground. Flying right out of view as a gunshot ran off. The officer immediately got on his radio and communicated a police code along with calling for backup.
Greg hid himself up on the rooftop under the vent of the air conditioning. Scrambling around as he listened closely to what the officer was saying.
“The batter spotted. Shots fired shots fired! Needing aerial coverage of the entire area! No sign of Kyle, I repeat no sign of Kyle over!” He radioed in.
“Ah shit.” He cursed under his breath. “Shoudl’ve just stayed in the fucking camp. Goddammit.” He rolled over to stare up at the night sky with the stars glimmering down. “I should not be left on my own, I’m too fucked up to be. Just get back and warn Kyle, he’ll have everything sorted out, right?”
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Kyle was whistling a nice little catchy tune to himself, looking a lot more nonchalant than he should be. No one wanted to shut him up as they almost got used to the constant blabbering that he produces.
While reaching the end of the fifth loop of the melody they finally trotted all the way to the place Resta was talking about, the tunnel that leads straight to the camp. Spotting it Rafta gestures to everyone else to be quiet, specifically staring daggers right at Kyle.
Some of the scorched and decayed furniture was still toppled over from when they first went through, some glimmers of the campfire light creeped into view. Some stomps of paws hitting the ground were heard faintly in the background.
Yord and Aaron started to maneuver the furniture around without making any noise so as to not get detected. The other guards helped as well, the ones carrying Resta and Kyle dropped them to give a helping hand.
No one was looking back at the pair, Resta still looked completely hopeless; she had the expression of someone who was dissociated with a blank stare at the ground. Eyes looking empty slumped up into a curled ball.
Kyle tried to get her attention by reaching over and nudging her but she didn’t react to the physical contact. He attempted again but was still unsuccessful. He gave up trying to whip out the glass shard he kept tight right under his shirt, wrapping it completely to mask it.
Should’ve never fucking went to this stupid camp
His thoughts ran wild as he stared at his own faded glossy reflection in the shard.
Why the hell did I think that was going to work, I’m such a fucking idiot. I thought-I was trying to-God! Why is my brain so fucking-Gah! Get a grip and focus, try and fix it.
He grabbed the net and started sawing away at the seams, always being conscious if anyone is checking up on him. His eyes darted back and forth constantly, noting that they moved the majority of the furniture off of the path. One of the threads was fully successfully cut.
But before he could work on the next one, he was stopped dead in his tracks when he noticed Yord turn around, swiftly twirling the shard into his shirt again before going back into his more laid back posture. Putting his hands behind his back and crossing his legs.
Don’t notice anything, please don’t notice anything.
Kyle repeated in his mind eyeing down Rafta.
“Grab her and toss her in.” Rafta whispered an order into Yords ears. Like an obedient pet he obeyed, lifting Resta off the ground, swinging her around to land on his shoulder like a backpack, carefully stepping forward into the camp.
Not enough time to stop this
Kyle thought to himself as he watched everything unfold. Trying his best to keep his composure as his mind was racing.
Just let him do his talking before taking any action, don’t want him to act too irrational. Keep it calm until he raises the tension. Unless Greg completely lashes out which would just be an easy fight but it doesn’t need to resort to that, I’m praying he just plays it safe just like I am. Just don’t throw her too hard, don’t hurt her.
Yord lunged his arm back before whipping right back forward, throwing the net carrying Resta all the way into the air plopping right down in front of the campfire, startling Killmari, Furk, and Brunt.
“Holy shit Resta!” Killmari exclaimed as he tried to rip open the net.
“What happened!?” Furk asked.
“Oh we really do have a huge shithole here.” Rafta comes lurking right around the corner. “There’s no way this is how any of you live.”
Everyone else who was in tents poked their hands out, gasping at the sight of a bunch of predators walking out of the tunnel. Extremely startled coming out they cowered away behind Killmari near the back of the camp.
He grabbed the net Resta was tied up in before finally tearing it open rescuing her from the confines. She was still a little unresponsive but her eyes finally lit up as she realized what just happened. Looking directly at Kyle who was still wrapped up tightly in the trap.
“I gotta say I was expecting way more than this.” Rafta continued on.
“What the hell are you doing here?” Killmari asked as he stepped forward.
“Woah woah big guy, calm down.” Yord stepped in between the two. “You don’t wanna start buddy?”
“Buddy? I could crush your head open pal.”
“Big words for-”
“Silence!” Rafta screamed out. “I’m not here to hurt any of you. I’m here for a talk. So if you would kindly lower the attitude we could hash all of this out.”
“Get your little pet here to get out of my way and maybe we have a deal.”
Rafta only sighed simultaneously, rolling his eyes. “Fine, but one step closer to me or any of my people and it’s going to get a lot messier than what you’re imagining.”
“Really boss?” Yord looked puzzled.
“Yes, step back.”
“I don’t trust the likes of any of this.”
“It’s going to start looking more ugly the more you stall.”
Yord, with a little hesitation, finally stepped back. Rafta and Killmari were directly facing each other across from the campfire.
“Are you going to behave yourself now?”
Killmari huffed while letting out a slight growl. “Maybe.”
“Maybe isn’t going to cut it.”
“Then yes, I’ll hear you out.”
“Good, we're on the same track.”
Aaron walked in carrying Kyle showing him to everyone.
“So first of all.” Rafta began. “I want an explanation why we allowed these fleshies here to even make it past the lot of you. Like, I thought we were taught better.”
“Guy’s indestructible. We tried killing him, trust me he would’ve if he wasn’t such a freak of nature.” Killmari responded.
“Mmhmm. Does anyone else know we're down here?”
Kyle perked his head up at the question. It then struck him like a brick, he had no clue where Greg was. He wasn’t anywhere in sight and he didn’t say anything. He quickly scanned the ceiling if he was planning a sneak attack but there was nobody up there or if there was he wouldn’t be able to spot in the pitch black darkness.
In an instant he calculated the perfect answer to that question but he had to communicate it to Killmari immediately. He motioned over to him by a gesture where he put his flat hand and slid it across his net. Hoping that it was obvious what that meant.
“No, a rogue little element here came crashing down through our pipe and landed right here.” Killmari responded. “Your sister came and led him.”
Kyle threw in a sigh of relief. He had no idea if he saw his gesture or that they were operating on the same wavelength.
“Well you got lucky we’ve got a fucking dutz here instead of anyone with a functioning brain.” Rafta taunted, whipping his tail around. “Maybe we can get off this topic and get onto the main entree. I want to know what you’ve even done here. What progress have you made? Because right now I’m not all that impressed with what I’m laying my eyes on.”
“Hm.” Killmari hesitated. “I guess we were able to just survive together as a community. With everyone we lost along the way to escape, that's the best we can do with what we were able to work with.”
“I think you misunderstood my question. I asked, ‘What have you accomplished here?”
“Do I really need to repeat myself? Survival. I’m able to keep all of these people alive.”
“That’s it?”
“What else do you expect me to do? Be like you and just plot away in my lair with fantasies about killing all of the fleshies. I’m not a psychopath here, I'm here to keep everyone safe.”
“Keeping everyone safe with such an obvious weakness. Like that pipe above that just leads right to you? Are you fucking kidding me!?”
“We have nowhere else to go. You know how dangerous it is to move around the sewers with those god awful rats devouring everything in their path. I had no choice but to settle here.”
Rafta raised his voice before immediately cutting himself off. Taking time to think about his next answer and the awkward five second silence that fell between all of them with the ongoing cracking from the burning wood of the campfire. Taking a short breath he just started laughing. Maniacal cackling that was extremely venomous that captivated everyone in the room.
A laugh that sent a wave of concern expressions stuck on everyone’s face, even the guards on Rafta’s side seemed to be nervous as well.
“What you just said there.” He finally calmed down from the brief little episode he had. “That statement just encapsulates what I HATE about every single one of you. I had no choice but to settle…Letting that sink in really broke my brain. That’s the big difference between me and the lot of you, you settle, I adapt. You sit down here dwelling in your filth while the people above kick you around in the shit covered ground. Settle? SETTLED? You settle for the lowest tier and you’re just happy with that!?”
“Why are you acting like you’re any better? We all live in filth.”
“I was able to have full control of the entire sewer system making a huge flow of food from the rats, detox them from any chemicals for consumption, built homes for everyone to safely repopulate, got a functioning working society where everyone has a job to fulfill, I took my plan and made my mission to make it into reality and what do you have compared to me.”
“I would rather have right now then stoop down to your pathetic level of achieving a fantasy. Seems like you work more like a government than a family.”
“A fantasy they say, a fantasy they constantly nag in my ears but they never get the big picture that I see. I’m closer to achieving it than I ever have before. I could initiate my plan this very second, that’s how much I have achieved. Once you all see then I can finally eviscerate that fucking word into oblivion!” He shouted out, spewing out some spit as he did, constantly rambling built up some saliva that oozed out from the sides of his mouth.
“Seems too easy to get you riled up. People like you never change.” Killmari snickered. “Knew you would never grow out of it.”
Rafta had this look that could pierce anyone's soul, his expression was more telling than words. “I’m more than you’ll ever be. If I hear you making more snide comments one more time so help me-”
“You’ll kill me? I’d like to see you try. You’re still just a kid at heart.”
“No I’m not!”
“That same kid is still daydreaming about some reality that’ll never exist.”
“Stop!” Resta shouted out. “You two yelling at each other is never going to achieve anything. Just like killing anybody isn’t going to change any of that. I’m tired of all the fighting, just drop all of it please.”
The two of them didn’t speak another word to each other for a little bit. After she broke the tension it was like separating the tide in the ocean. Still the conversation stood with Killmari and Rafta staring each other down, looking like they were going to fight each other.
Kyle swung slightly back and forth in his net like a swing set. Feeling up the glass shard in his pocket twiddling it with his fingers. Pondering in his head the next move to do. With no one else speaking up or seemingly doing anything, he cleared his voice before speaking out.
“All day I’ve heard nothing but just bickering back and forth between all of you. About how everything fucking sucks and that there’s only one way to make it better. If you two could just help each other. Sure differences will happen but I’m pretty sure all of you will be happier than just wallowing in the depressive state you put yourselves in.”
“All I’ve heard is a clueless dimwitt throwing his opinions in like they matter at all.” Rafta retorted, he turned all the way around to face him. “Especially someone who has no idea what they’re doing.”
“I-” His voice drew out the I sound trying to come up with a response just in time.
“You had no place barging in trying to fix an issue you had no clue was happening just hours ago. Why do you care so much?”
“I-I-I really don’t have anything better to do with my life.” He sounded dejected.
“Oh.” Rafta acted surprised before giving off a cheeky smile. “I can strike a nerve with you.”
“Oh please give me a break with crazy bipolar weirdos like you. Striking a nerve with me will make you dig WAY deeper than whatever you think you uncovered buddy.”
“Sure. You know humans are way simpler than what a lot of people think. They’re supposed to be these emotionally complex creatures but getting into their psyche is so easy. I can nail down the average person like that within the first few sentences. You all have this one type of way of thinking which pisses me off to no end.”
“They really screwed up teaching you huge words didn’t they?” Kyle took a slight jab. “All those syllables are just word slop. You can mask a lot of your pointless ramblings with your charm but it doesn’t slip by anybody. Nobody’s impressed with your boasting. You know, I’m getting the hang of you the same exact way, don’t think you’re any different. I’d say it’s way easier getting under your skin than the next Joe Schmoe on the street.”
“I don’t need you two getting at each other's throats as well.” Resta interrupted both of them. “Rafta just drop the entire act all together now.”
He tilted his head up in confusion.
“You’re not here to have a talk and you know it. What’re you planning anyways. Just take us all by force.”
He started to chuckle a little, curling his tongue mischievously. “You still know me way too well.”
“Taking us by force is going to be a lot tougher than you think.” Killmari added in.
“You think I’m only here to do that. Please I would’ve done that way sooner. Though you’re right on one thing. This whole fiasco has gone on way too long.”
A brief pause hit the room before Resta gasped. “Don’t tell me.” She spoke out.
“I’m here to prove a point.” When he finished that sentence he let out a little whistle, looking over to the left at something that wasn't visible. A soft chirp came out from the darkness before slowly fading out.
“What do you think you’re doing!?” Resta became very aggressive, slithering right up to his face. Prompting Yord to step in between them.
“Calm down sis. It’s all going to be ok.”
“Shut the fuck up!”
“That’s no way.”
“What’s your plan?”
“I-”
She got right past Yord to slap him directly in the face with her tail, striking him like you would do with a whip. “You’re out of your goddamn mind.”
“Just out of control bratty. I guess Killmari was right. It just runs in the family.”
“We need to get out of here right now!” She turned to face the whole camp.
“No need.” He tried to reassure everyone. “Even if you did there’s no way I’d let you miss this-”
His sentence was cut off short by him getting grabbed directly on the neck, choking him making him gag on his own words. He was clutched right in the hands of Kyle, holding the glass shard directly in his hand bringing it up to Raftas throat.
Kyle was actually able to escape under everyone’s noses during all of the fighting. Getting the jump on Rafta who was wriggling under his arms as he was in a chokehold.
He was drugged along near the back of the whole camp where there was some trash in the corner. Kyle had a death grip on him not willing to give him any space as he squished his scaly body against his chest.
“How the hell?” Aaron was puzzled.
“When did you get that?” Yord also questioned.
“You guys just suck at keeping prisoners.” Kyle jokes. “My back was killing me so I needed to get up. Man, I do feel way better.”
Some of the other guard animals tried stepping toward.
“Nuh uh.” He pulled the shard closer to Rafta’s neck. “There’s a reason I have this. Now I’m going to give you a chance to explain what the hell he just called in right now. He didn’t whistle to just hum a little tune I’m not fucking stupid. No one here is.”
“What’re gonna do if we don’t huh?” Rafta squeaked out. “You’re just gonna kill me.”
“You don’t wanna test my patience.”
“You’re too fucking cowardly to do so.”
“Mhmm.”
“Kyle!” Resta called out. She just stared at him in complete disbelief.
“Just slit his throat already.” Killmari chimed in as he began to step closer.
“Don’t!” Yord shouted.
“Just drop the weapon!” Someone else from the camp yelled from the back.
“We’ll tell you!” Aaron yelled.
A cacophony of voices were now getting riled up. With people from both sides chiming in with their responses. When Killmari got closer the other side of the animals started to also get more aggressive. It all devolved into utter chaos.
Rafta no longer struggled just snickering under his breath. Resta just glared at him. Kyle was getting overstimulated from everything that was going on along with the flood of contradicting thoughts crashing into his brain.
“Get a grip!” He muttered, shaking his head a little, thrashing his head around.
“I told you.” Rafta teased. “You have no idea what you’re doing.”
“Kyle!” Resta shouted out in the middle of the madness going on. “I’m sorry for getting you into this. I’m so sorry.” She seemed like she was going to cry.
His grip loosened slightly as he dropped his guard, letting the glass shard slip right out of his hands. Rafta slithered right out from under his arms. Plopping right to the ground in front of him, getting ready to gloat before noticing Kyle’s expression.
It was almost blank, nothing really to draw from, it’s like he completely checked out of the situation. He held in his snarky commentary before whipping his head back around to see Resta crying. Everyone was screaming and some of them started to get physical with each other. Before you knew it an all out brawl was taking place now.
Killmari threw the first punch to Yord’s face, Aaron then came running up and lunged directly at him, biting into his torso, tackling him to the ground. More animals started thrashing, turning this place into a battlefield. An amalgamation of differing animal noises clashed together.
Rafta quickly darted across the gnarly fight, slithering right across peoples feet, almost getting stepped on. He was able to reach Resta who was still frozen with streaming tears down her face.
“Resta it’s ok.” He tried to console. “Right now, everything’s going to be better. For all of us. It’s everything we ever dreamed of.”
“Our lives are ruined!” Resta shouted. “Everything our parents did was all for nothing if we’re all dead.”
“None of you are going to die. I can promise you that. I didn’t lie when I said I wasn’t here to hurt any of you. That was never my intention.”
A huge thundering rumbling came from right behind the whole camp. It was the most intense shaking they have ever felt in their entire life, it was basically an earthquake. Constant monstrous squeaking creeped in with the absolute nightmarish choir of horrific so called animal sounds. It was approaching them faster than anyone had the time to react.
The biggest hoard of the mutated sewer rats swarmed in like a tsunami, shooting out from the entrance spewing out everywhere. The sounds of bone chilling screams of animals fearing for their lives alongside roars. It was a non step wave of them as they scattered throughout the entire camp.
With the horror of it all taking place Kyle snapped out of his trance and hopped onto a piece of burnt furniture to ride as it got swept up with the swarm. While on top of the couch he noticed that none of the rats were actually attacking anybody, mainly ignoring them as they gathered into one spot. Right where Rafta was.
They all collected underneath him as he was hoisted onto a wooden pallet that was carried to him, standing on top of it like he was a trophy. Though it was clicking inside of Kyle’s mind that made him feel like an absolute ignorant fool, connecting all of the dots of Rafta’s plans right in front of his eyes.
All of the rats ignored everybody and only piled on top of each other, lifting Rafta into the air, higher and higher near the pipe. He stared down everyone with the cheekiest smile on his face.
Resta was left still stunned on the ground as she watched it all go down. Before Rafta completely disappeared into the darkness of the pipe to the surface. He gave her a little wink and a nod before being shoved right up the tube.
Impressively the entire hoard was able to follow him up, working like a colony of ants as they helped each other to the top. All of them scurrying away until there was not a single one left behind.
The noise finally stopped and the atmosphere in the room drastically changed. Everybody was scattered along the camp, some of them were left with scratches and bruises from getting knocked around. The only one injured was Killmari, who was on the ground bleeding from the side of his torso.
People started gathering around him, looking at his wound trying to care for it. Kyle got down from the furniture to join the forming crowd. Resta slithered up alongside to see if she could help him.
“I’m sorry.” Aaron apologized profusely multiple times. “I didn’t think I was able to get that deep. Oh my god.”
“It’s fine you big baby.” Killmari chuckled. “It’ll all be healed, don't worry. It’s just a scratch.”
“Still I’m-”
“You all have bigger worries than me. That crazy fucking bastard just unleashed hell. Didn’t even know you could control those little shits.”
“It was something he was planning for years and only recently was able to control a huge hoard of them.” Yord explained. “That’s why we were able to control the water pumps, to collect them and control them.”
“But we didn’t know he was going to release them already.” Aaron added. “He never mentioned any of it to us.”
“We thought we were really going to negotiate. But we just wasted all that fucking time and effort.”
“How did you tame them?” Kyle asked.
“Um. We were able to make them calm down due to this little spray we found down in the tunnels called um…” Yord paused. “P-p-pesticide?”
“Really?”
“Yeah, apparently they’re really attracted to the smell. Nurturing anything that was hit by it. So Rafta put it on himself and they started to gather around him, listening to his commands.”
“Why pesticides?” Kyle wondered. “What kind of mutations happened to them. DId you do any study on that?”
“Not anything we did. That was all…Rafta’s job. He didn’t really share his findings.”
“Their smell receptors were messed with or something, their brains were probably rewired fucking weird.” He tried to reason it out in his head.
“Well…What do we do now?” Furk asked.
“There’s no way in hell we can stop him now.” Brunt commented. “Unless you have something up your sleeve?” He looked over at Kyle.
“You got anything?” Killmari also darted his eyes towards him.
“I've always got something. I’m having doubts now. Heh, now I’m getting all nervous.” He was now mumbling to himself.
“We need your help now more than ever.” Yord said. “You seem to be a wise guy.”
“Yeah, an asshole, but like a wise one.” Aaron added a backhanded compliment.
“Too much of a wise guy.” The chimpanzee threw in a snarky comment.
“Just…” Kyle got choked up on his words. Looking at all of the animals gazing at him, he got flashbacks to the beginning of the day where everything was just normal. Getting burgers with Greg and meeting Resta for the first time it all seemed like a blur but might as well be years worth of events crammed into just a twenty four hour period. “Just need one more bit of information.”
“Like what?” Killmari inquired.
“Resta.” He pointed her out. “What did your brother say to you before he left?”
She was caught off guard stammering over her words. “Ummm.”
“I’m sorry I’ve already asked a lot from you but I just need a more clear idea on his motivation. If you have anything that can pin that down. Maybe there is a way we can stop the carnage he’s gonna unleash. Or just lessen the damage.”
“I-I-I just don’t wanna put all this pressure on you. I’m just-”
“Resta.” He knelt down to get on her level. “You don’t need to apologize for anything. This is all on me. I’ve done nothing but make problems ever since I dropped down here. I thought I could waltz in here and make everything better for you but I was way over my head. I’m not the hero here so please don’t treat me like one. I only dragged everybody down, I tried to force your situation to a conclusion, all I can do is help clean up after myself.”
She sniffled a little bit before resting her chin right onto the palm of his hand. “Ok, ok. But I’m helping you out no matter what. You shouldn’t have to do this by yourself.”
“Good, because I need you for this to work.”
“Alright, alright.” She started to seem more chipper. “Right! He said that he never intended to hurt any of us, it was never his plan from the start. He then also said that if anyone got hurt it wasn’t going to be any of us.”
“He’s going to kill himself.” He had a sudden revelation.
“What!?” She squeaked.
“Whatever he’s doing up there. It’s going to be a suicide mission, no clue what it is. But I’m not going to find out. We need to get out here now and find Greg. It should be easy to find him since he might be the only one left in the city.”
“We need to get there now!” She stated.
“Just one problem. How are we getting up in the pipe?” He pointed to it.
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