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Halloween Festival; open to everyone
Topic Started: Jul 25 2009, 02:24 PM (1,327 Views)
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It all began one spooky night, with the wind howling an eerie cry against the hollowed, dark branches that lay, stripped bare, for the harshest season of the year. With it, was a sense of dread and fear, a frighteningly cold chill creeping down your spine and causing you to shiver.
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Arriving to the vast expense of open yard, it was a horrifying sight to see the ground had already turned an ugly gray. Was that natural? Surely, it wasn't from the changing of the seasons. The weather was unpleasantly cold this evening, and hung in thick, white clouds. Or were those the ghosts of the night, rising from their burial grounds to haunt the living?
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On better look, however, it was discovered to only be a row of lanterns dressed as white ghosts, swaying lightly as they hung from a almost transparent line which encircled the entire area.
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What spooky things await you this night, aside from the rather grotesque array of unnameable foods dressed on one of the tabletops, appearing in shapes of creatures of the night. Perhaps, it would take shape in the form of the few arriving guests of the night, as they approached the yard in the strangest dress. Had we really stumbled into some sort of time paradox, where vampires, werewolves, witches, and all the rest were free to roam?
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Tonight was the night Katania had been waiting for in anguish the past few weeks, her first on the island. The one night in all nights where a mask was accepted, you could be anyone, steal someone's face and be applauded. All hallow's eve, or Halloween, as Kat called it, was her favorite holiday of them all. She had spent the entire day preparing, excited to show off in front of the crowd, to enjoy the festivities and many foods of the festival.
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From Kat to Cat, the young woman was brandished in somewhat shiny rubber, leather, and fur, mewing softly at any passerby as her boots noisily swept across the cobbled sidewalks. Squelsh, squeelch, sque-IIIshle. She sashéed her long, wire frame tail behind and swept her undone, highly hair-sprayed locks over one shoulder and grinned cattily. Her eyes were covered in think, angular black shades even as the night wore on, the sun setting swiftly behind her.
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Kat the Cat arrived on the scene of the spooky lawn and admired the haunting decorations with a sly grin, eyeing each costumed ghoul carefully as they meandered near food tables and chatted while holding punch the hue of blood. Giving a low purr, Kat began to strut the grounds hungrily, searching for attention, confidently leering through her sunglasses and smirking devilishly. How I love a Halloween bash.
<br><br>[align=center]-------------[/align]<br>[align=right]Sporting a rather dashing Wizard costume, complete with painted on eye tattoo (lacking his spectacles for once) and a flowing indigo coat, Demetrius was one of the meandering few just arriving, picking at his right sleeve inattentively as he lingered by a false rotting tree. The jacket he'd found in his wardrobe was a tad small for his arms but kept him warm in the slight chill of the air. He lazily looked about the scene taking place on the lawn and gave a bemused smile. It's children's folly, he thought. Halloween, such an American holiday, yet so enticing to watch.
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The man often enjoyed hanging around these events just to watch the people who attended them, all done up in intricate costumes trying to out-do one another. Some played tricks by scaring their friends from behind, all sharing a good laugh afterwards. Others, like him, nibbled on ghoulish snacks and lounged at the skirts of the lawn, watching and being complete wallflowers.
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Yet I do not mind, Demetrius thought, sipping at his fruity "Bloody Larry" drink one zombie waiter had called it. A concoction of pomegranite and acai berries he assumed from its sweet yet acrid taste. The man leaned warily on the blackened paper bark of the falsely dying tree and sighed, watching out of the corner of his eye as the sun, hanging just barely above the crest of the mountain, started to sink away, making room for the assured haunting moon to rise. Let the werewolves out, Demetrius humorously thought to himself, noticing a pair of the very creatures entering the yard with a howl.[/align]
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Jim could hardly believe the outfit he was wearing right now. In fact, had it not been for the fact that his parents hadn't made him the costume, he probably wouldn't even be wearing it. His face slightly red as he stepped onto the festival grounds, he shifted uncomfortably and glanced down at himself. How can people wear this kind of clothing, on a daily basis? He cringed inwardly at the thought of someone willingly wearing something like this.

It's just for one night... it won't be that bad. Just need to grin and bear it. Remember Jim, you're doing this to please your folks. They worked hard to make you this costume. A small, grave look crossed the teen's face and he sighed. Still wish they would've told me first. Ah well. Truth be told, when Sasha had told him that they'd specially made him a halloween costume, Jim had been thrilled.

Then again, that was before he had seen what it actually looked like. When he'd asked his mom why she made it look the way it did, Sasha had explained that it was 'all the rage' and that he'd be fine. She'd been the one to design and tailor the outfit; Leonard had been the one to make Jim's staff which, he had to admit, looked pretty neat. A small, grateful smile crossed his face. They really worked hard for me.
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Fiorella walked into the estate, still blushing and nervous on what she was wearing. She looked like a Victorian woman straight out of a painting. The gown she had purchased from a costume shop is of ice-blue jacquard sashed with maroon. Its skirt was big and full, but Fiorella could feel her legs moving in this puffy gown. The skirt was embroidered with white lace, which was very charming to a man’s eye.

She was wearing a white powdered wig that the ladies once wore. It was adorned with a silver tiara and Fiorella had a beauty mark under her right eye which she did with an eyeliner pen. She was wearing flats, because she wasn’t used to wearing high heels yet. She was looking around for anyone she knew and she quickly spotted her friend, who was wearing a cute wizard costume. She was going to surprise him.

Fiorella walked up behind him and tapped him lightly on the shoulder. “Hello Demetrius. Guess who it is?”
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<br>[align=right]Taking his glass away from his lips as a voice chimed out behind him, Demetrius wondered for half a second whether the tree he leaned upon was implanted with a speaker to frighten guests, until, that is, he realized the voice was all too familiar to him. Painting on a lucid smile, the man turned, his coat tails swishing effectively behind him.
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Looking down, adjusting his sight (for he was unused to these contact lenses), Demetrius lost his breath, his smile faltering into a stunned 'o' that was his mouth. His cheeks flushed, and he had to steady himself against the hit. Mon Dieu, he thought, unable to catch his breath. Une reine, Maria Antonia, Josephine, maman… His thoughts were a blur as he gazed over the belle standing before him, even in the receding light. Her gown was flawless in form and in grace, as if she herself had traveled from the 18th century just moments before. Gasping small sounds from his throat which were once words, murdered by his nerves and flabbergasted state, Demetrius could barely bring his eyes to meet the lady's, and saw there a princess.
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"Fiorella," he managed, a smile forming nervously on his face. His head buzzed and there was warmth, until he realized he stood staring like a fool. With as much dignity as he could muster, he sweeped into a low bow, then rose again to greet her properly. "Y-you look… euh, you are… breathtaking," Demetrius stuttered, for it was remarkable how much she really did look the part of a Victorian lady.[/align]<br>[align=center]-------------[/align]
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She giggled once Demetrius caught a glimpse of her and he was flabbergasted by her beautiful appearance for an eighteenth century Victorian woman who looked like she stepped foot into a magnificent ball, every man eying her and woman who were a little jealous. He commented on how beautiful she was during this spooky night, and she smiled, blushing a bit.

“Thank you, my prince. I see you didn’t bring any glasses. I think you look kawaii without them. Kawaii means cute in Japanese if you didn’t know,” she told him giggling. “Let’s go get a little snack, shall we?”
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<br>[align=right]When Fiorella giggled, he knew that his face had turned pink with embarassment and that he felt quite the fool. She called him her prince, even if he thought the term implied something, but disregarded it with a blink of his eyes.
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The girl, though Deemtrius was propelled to call her a lady this evening, mentioned his glasses, which instantly made him reach up to push them further up his nose with one finger, only to realize they were not there. Now left with a rising hand, he nervously brushed the single braid in his hair over his shoulder. "It was un peu difficile to paint on this… thing," he said, gesturing to his left eye where some sort of symbol was drawn in viridian paint. "With them on, and I figured… they might hinder the effect." He gave a small chuckle and flushed again at her compliment.
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There she was again calling him cute (if not in Japanese, that is), and commenting on a difference in his usual appearance. She was changing him little by little for he had recently been wearing his hair down recently, but he thought he couldn't ever really live without his glasses. Besides being able to see better with them (strangely), they were a sort of security blanket for him. He responded to her comment carefully in his low voice. "Merci, mademoiselle," he began. "And I have never heard of such a term. Kawaii," he attempted, stressing the vowels a little too much and sounding quite out-of-touch.
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<br>“Halloween,”
Soleil Luna Oriana spoke silently. The word itself sounded more like, “’Alloween” with her thick French accent. The ‘h’ was silent. Because it was required to wear a costume to the event, Soleil wore an extravagant dress. Despite how it looked, it was easy to move in and was made to fit a king queen. In her tight grasp, she held a sword that seemed very decorative, however it was very real.
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Soleil’s hair was up like it normally was with the blue ribbon. Her costume didn’t have a title. It was either the one she was wearing or a lion suit and she would leave that to her employee. The thought of such a thing nearly sent her into a giggle fit, however she kept her composure.
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She wondered why exactly she was here. Perhaps she just needed some time out, she had just been bored to tears with her very slow job. Her nightlife was slow as well, occasionally with some guy buying her a fruity drink at the bar—she would’ve just preferred if they bought her a beer.
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“Well, this ought to be fun,” She spoke to herself once more with slight sarcasm. It all depended on the people who talked to her. She needed some good entertainment.
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Echo Circe Anastasia arrived to the Halloween Festival feeling very giddy. She was excited for such an event, despite the fact that she would probably get scared at the slightest thing. However giddy she felt though, she felt a bit embarrassed due to the costume Medusa had helped pick out. Medusa wore the same thing so they both wore somewhat tight fitting, small, leather dresses with thigh high black leather boots and long leather arm sleeves, despite the dress being a halter dress.
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Medusa wore a purple blindfold sort of thing that she could easily see through while Echo held hers in her hand, not quite wanting to put it on just yet. She nearly jumped for joy when she began walking through with Medusa. Maybe she’d meet with some new people or even with some old friends.
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“Medusa, this will be fun!” Echo announced to her best friend. Medusa was Echo’s alter ego, only she could see her, however, due to her mentality she thought that everyone could see her. It wasn’t wise for a person to tell her that, in reality, Medusa did not truly exist. It was wise for them to just go with the flow of things, it would be safer anyway.
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Dark Ciar Engel decided to make his appearance at the Halloween Festival. He was everything that the night was, so he seemed to fit in very well with his sleeveless leather top and black pants. This was basically his normal wear, but the costume was the black feathered angel wings that he wore on his back. It had taken quite a bit of work into creating these for they weren’t just limp wings. Dark had built in hydraulics’ into it that allowed them to move.
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It almost seemed as if the wings just belonged on such a mysterious fellow. His name even added to the whole appeal for his last name meant angel in German. Although, he wasn’t such an angel and such the mysterious air around him gave off a different feel. Sure, he was rather kind, loved children, was charming to the ladies, but he was also a thief.
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Dark walked into the Festival, taking in all of the eerie feeling that surrounded it. He shoved his hands into his pockets as he walked. There was a slight breeze that tousled his strange purple hair out of his matching dark purple, almost red, eyes. A smirk adorned his near perfect face as he threw luring looks at some of the ladies he passed. This night was going to be quite amusing, he could just tell.
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Fiorella smiled even more when Demetrius turned pink by calling him her ‘prince’. He thanked her for calling her cute and outstretched his elbow for her to put her arm inside. She did that and curtsied cutely. “Thank you, my fine prince.” They walked together to the table where there were foods that looked scary and inedible, but they were. She took some fruit punch, which was called ‘Bloody Larry’.

She sipped for a bit and looked at Demetrius with her beautiful hazelnut eyes. “Oh, I should’ve brought a fan; it would’ve completed the whole Victorian look. But I don’t mind. You look cute Demetrius, and you’d be a fine wizard.” She giggled at the thought of him casting spells.
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<br>[align=right]There was something about that short walk over the the refreshment table that made Demetrius swell with a soft of pride, the effect of having the fair 'princesse' on his arm that he could tell was noticed by a few of the other haunts lurking around. Even if he was not costumed as said prince, for those moments, he certainly felt the part.
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While Fiorella took some punch of her own, Demetrius refilled his own cup as a blank-looking zombie in a worn tuxedo looked on, grinning without lips his yellow, hole-filled teeth. Demetrius gave an awkward nod to the server, who merely gurgled through his lopsided bow tie. They certainly play the part around here… Looking down at Fiorella, who immediately caught his eye with her doleful eyes, the man couldn't help but smile warmly.
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"I think you are le parfait princesse," he replied, then gestured towards the growing crowd, especially towards the few other women in lavish gowns. "Besides, vous are already the most dazzling lady here." He flashed a grin, to himself as well, mentally patting himself on the back for the quip. When she mentioned his own costume, he chortled and waved his longer coat sleeve bashfully. "Oh, come now. C'est… just something I threw together." he hadn't put much thought into the costume itself, nor much effort.[/align]<br>[align=center]-------------[/align]
<br>While haunting the grounds, trying her best to appear sleek and sly in her tight costume, she suddenly spied with one cat-like eye one smirking, attractive young man with quite the impressive costume.
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Why, hello, my angel. She purred at the thought and swayed away from the boy for a moment, only to double-back with a drink in hand, a thin straw slowly stirring the dark mixture. She layed on her sassiest grin and swished her tail (as best she could with her hips) as she approached, leering through her shades. Target in sight.
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As she drew up to the man, she lured his glance (as best she could) and made her way in front of him. Stirring her drink and smiling slyly, she tittered and meowed a greeting. "Well, aren't you just frightening," she gasped (a reuse). "That has to be the most impressive costume here." Kat gestured to the man's costume with its massive, slightly moving wings with a slow wave of her hand (flashing her false nails and paw-like gloves). Finally, some entertainment.<br><br>
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Making a sweeping entrance, Fred brushed his black cape to the side, and looked around at the costumed and masked people around him. Halloween was a glorious time of year. He was never very adventurous in his outfits as others were, opting for the classic vampire. Though he made a pretty good one, if he did say so himself. His hair was slicked back off his face, and pulled into a ponytail; false fangs peeked from under his lip in a teasing sort of way; a long black cape, with a collar and blood red gem near his neck, adorned his shoulders; the rest of the costume was a shirt with billowing sleeves, form fitting black pants, and boots that went half way up his calf. He loved it. Glancing behind him he beckoned his companion, "Come on, we need to find Jimbo to see what he looks like."

Bounding beside him, Juliet grasped his hand and peered around, looking for their mutual friend, or Nyk. She had hoped they would be matching...but that was only if he showed up. "I'm sure he's something super cool~!" Juliet herself was in a hot pink maid outfit, with candy cane stripped socks, and a large pink bow, her hair in pigtails. Together, her and Fred made quite an odd couple. I wonder what JIm will think of our costumes~!
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When he told her she was the perfect princess, Fiorella couldn’t help but blush and be surprised. First, it was Echo who told her she looked like a princess and now he said the same thing. Maybe she was the princess after all of Obsidian. He bashfully said that he didn’t put any effort into this costume; he just put all of it together into one big thing.

Fiorella shook her head, not buying it. “Oh come on now Demetrius! It looks very creative. I love it. You really have the creative mind.” She winked at him, being totally truthful about it.
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Dark’s alluring dark purple eyes glanced over the woman that made her way over to him. Placed in her hand was a cup full of some dark liquid and a straw. He was rather amused by the meow he got as a greeting, it added to her cat costume. “Well, aren’t you just frightening?” Hmn, frightening wouldn’t have been the word Dark would’ve used, but whatever she wanted to call him was well enough for him. “That has to be the most impressive costume here.”
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“Well, impressive it may be, it is not nearly as lovely as yours,” Dark smirked. He allowed his dark purple eyes run up and down the woman’s tight leather clad body. He could not deny the fact that she was sexy. “I must say you are more beautiful then Cat-woman herself,” Dark flirted easily. It came with his nature, he couldn’t not flirt with a girl, even if she were only a child or an old woman. Although, in those two cases it would be more like spoiling and charming, not in the romantic way at all.
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Dark circled around her, his wings moving out a bit before resting back in a folded position. Taking one hand out of his pocket, he outstretched his slender pointer finger and flicked at the unnamed cat woman’s wire framed tail. He continued on his circle before stopping before her once more. “I like the tail,” He told her simply.
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“Now, beautiful, sultry Miss Cat-woman, may I have the pleasure of knowing your name? That is, if you want to give away your identity to a strange and frightening angel. To make things more comfortable, I can give you my name first,” Dark told her before bowing a low bow. As he came up, he told her his name, Dark, and locked eyes with her dark sunglasses. His gaze was somewhat humorous and playful.
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He shyly adjusted the tall collar of his black turtleneck, rattling the beads hanging around it. "C'est vrai!" he claimed, laughing. "And you flatter me. You must be the creative one. Did you happen to make this gown?" He asked the question while taking a handful (not forcefully) of her skirts, feeling the fabric with a questioning eyebrow.[/align]<br>[align=center]-------------[/align]
<br>Ah, so I've at last found a counterpart. Throughout the village, Kat had had some difficulty finding a man in or out of the bar that had any taste or savvy for the art of the flirt, but it seemed all hope was not lost. She gave a toothy grin, her false cat ears wiggling at the expanding of her jaw and skull.
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The young woman followed his eyes with eagerness, a low purr-esque sound coming from her throat. "Why, how gracious of you to say so," Kat replied, one hand on her hip as he began to circle her like some handsome vulture would a tasteful carrion. She laughed lowly at the reference to Cat Woman, suddenly finding it funny that a boy with wings speak of Cat Woman. Not as though Batman ever had wings like these. No wonder he never got that feline femme. As he circled, she lowered her shades only enough to let her eyes peek out and watch as he circumscribed her stance, but not so much as to reveal them to him. There was a certain mystique to be had behind the glasses.
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The touch to her tail sent it furling, the frame sensitive to touch that curled easily. It made it seem just a little more real, even if Kat couldn't control it on command. She laughed again, turning to meet his eyes and run her fingers over her furry appendage. "I'm glad you do--it seems to like you, too," she cooed, and the tail curled again at her touch, waving around her legs and back behind. When he had ceased moving and asked her name, before giving his, she put a finger to her lips as if to say 'Don't tell'.
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"It is a secret, but… I suppose I can make a small exception." With liquid reflexes, she was inches away from him, leaning into his shoulder with the lightest of touches, one hand cupping one of his shoulders. She grinned, breathed hotly into his ear before whispering, "You can call me Kat. With a 'k'; no pun intended." Stepping down from the perch of his shoulder and standing an arm's length away, Katania waved one of her hands and touched her cheek, smirking. "And perhaps you're not so strange after all," she paused, meowed, and whispered: "Dark."<br><br>
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“Aye, I suppose it does like me as much as I like it. Perhaps we’ll date,” Dark told the young woman with a smooth smirk. He watched as it moved back after her very touch. He was finding this meeting very enjoyable and more productive then his meeting with the beautiful “princess” he had meet in the library, Fiorella. This meeting had a different air about it.
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Dark smirked at the closeness of the woman and at the hotness of her breath upon his ear. His dark eyes played upon her as she moved away, telling him that maybe he wasn’t so strange. If only she knew he was a thief who played detective, though she would never know. No one would know and he’d get away with a lot.
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“How befitting, Kat the Cat,” Dark smirked as he closed the arm length space between them. His finger caught under her chin and he stared into the blackness of her sunglasses. How humorous it was to flirt with someone who would flirt back. Sure, he got some pleasure from watching women blush under his very gaze and even more pleasurable when they hated his very guts, yet always had the time to fight with him. However, engaging in simple flirting like this was very rare and so he took care with it.
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Dark allowed his finger to fall and he moved back slightly before shoving his hand back into his pocket. With a remote that was in his pocket, Dark allowed his fluid fingers to work at it to make his wings stretch out and then back in as if they were flexing themselves. If only he had actual wings, it would make his night job easier.
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“Kat, I must say, your hair looks remarkable in this light. Is it naturally that metallic color,” Dark commented on her beautifully strange hair. It seemed to shine in the light of the moon and Dark could not help but notice. Dark thought it naught strange for just look at his hair, dark purple and natural through and through. He knew plenty of people with naturally strange colored hair.

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