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GENEVIEVE GALAEUS
Posted: Feb 19 2012, 05:22 PM


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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -I hold my breath as this life starts to take its tollI hide behind a smile as this perfect plan unfoldsBut oh, God, I feel I've been lied toLost all faith in the things I have achieved.- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -There was only so much a person can handle being surrounded by people in a mall. Coming from Genevieve, that was saying something. She was the person who grew up being surrounded by and paraded about in front of people. She was used to it all. Yet being stuck inside the mall with other survivors was starting to get to her. To Gen, it was almost as bad as being left on her own at her house when her husband, Reese, went out in search of their only living child. She needed to get out. She needed to get out now before she let loose on a unsuspecting victim.Genevieve stalked out of one of the practically empty clothing stores, a pair of dirtied jeans clutched in her hands as she made her way to her makeshift bed. Kneeling down, she started stuffing her few possessions into her duffel bag, making sure to grab the handgun that she had taken from her house when she left. It was her only defensive weapon and she hoped to anything holy in this godforsaken place that she wouldn't come across too many zombies when she embarked on her journey. She stood up, slinging her bag over her shoulder and tucking her gun into the waistband of her jeans, and headed for the back door. There were usually less people around that exit and she would rather not be halted in taking her leave.Pushing the door open once she cleared away the small barricade, Gen was met by the bright midday sun. Momentarily blinded, she dug around in her bag for her sunglasses. Once she found then, she put them on before allowing herself to open her eyes to take in her surroundings. The back loading dock was relatively deserted and Gen started forwards, hoping once again she wouldn't come across anything, human or once human. She'd heard stories before about how other people were almost as bad as the zombies, attacking you to take what they wanted and even though she had a bounty hunter for a husband, Gen could barely defend herself. All she knew how to do was fire a gun. That was it. She knew it wasn't enough but it was better than nothing.Gen meandered along for nearly a half an hour before she came across her first zombie. Aiming her firearm with near professional accuracy, she fired the gun, watching in satisfaction as the reanimated corpse fell to the ground. Worried that the noise from her weapon would attract unwanted attention, Gen quickened her step. She wasn't exactly sure where she was going, but anywhere but the mall was a good start. All she wanted was to find her husband, regardless if he had come into contact with their daughter or not. As she turned a corner, her worst fears were confirmed. Stumbling along about ten feet in front of her was a mass of zombies, about thirty of them, and they had all started stumblng in her direction. Shit.As her right hand clutched her gun, her left was rummaging around in her bag for the last of her mags. It wasn't there. Giving herself a moment to think, Gen could practically envision the clip laying under her pillow. Stupid! Why hadn't she checked there?! FUCK! Coming out of her inner tirade, she noticed that they had come a bit closer. In no time at all her gun was empty, the noisy clicking sound almost resonating. Her eyes darted back and forth, trying to find the most likely escape route. Gen was pretty much a deer caught in the headlights. With a frustrated scream, she flung the gun into the hoard barely looking long enough to see it collide with the head of one of the zombies. She was tempted to start using her duffel bag as another sort of weapon, but that was if they had come close enough for her to use it. Gen emitted a high pitched screech, hoping that someone from somewhere would hear her and come to her aid. " SOMEONE HELP!" Her high pitched wail was met with silence as the mob converged on her, now in swinging range. Oh God, why is there no one here to help? I'm going to die!- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -TAGGED: OPEN. WORD COUNT: 714 LYRICS: Evanescence: Away From Me. BANNER BY: ME. NOTES: GEN IS SUCH A DRAMA QUEEN!!
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Jacob Forrester
Posted: Mar 27 2012, 05:04 PM


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Jacob had been laying up in the second floor of the squat office building for three hours now, nothing had passed his view yet and he was getting a little bored. Sitting in the tiny room of the office wasn't too bad considering the heat outside was getting pretty unpleasant. The air con was off in the building but the room was in the shade, and the building had been cleared out, it was the first thing Jacob did before anything else. His nest was set up for the next couple of days, the plan was to wait it out and see in any survivors were going to crop up, that way he'd be able to find out about more of them and maybe even help out.

The entire place was silent, not even an animal moved outside not even the dull shuffling of the cities new inhabitants broke it. There was a strange peace about the city, sure he knew that there were hordes of deadly predators out there in the baking sun but he was in no real danger, he could outsmart them for the rest of his life easily. The problem would be much harder the more other people were involved, people got scared and did stupid things. That notion alone only spurred Jacob on to find people, when they made mistakes he wanted to be there to help them.

His trusty Lee Enfield rifle sat cradled in his arms, peering down onto the street, the military grade 3-9x scope sat happily on top allowing him to see everything in much more detail even at the lowest magnification. He watched a small piece of paper fluttering in the wind gently as he sighed to himself, this was probably going to be the highlight of the day. The tiny note floated around gently before being slammed to the floor by a sudden gush of wind and all was still again.

The crack of a gunshot echoed through the streets and Jacob bolted upright, from a prone position to a standing one in half a second. The shot had come from behind him on the other side of the building, he grabbed the rifle, the box of ammo on the table next to where he was lying and jogged into the office next to his previous one, nothing out there, he moved across to the next and saw something down the street. He knelt and watched through the scope, adjusting its dials to accurately measure the distance between him and the target, it was almost three hundred feet. Then suddenly turning the corner to close the distance was a shambling group of them. He had to act quickly, springing back to his feet he walked into the first room and picked up what looked like a small tin of food, he moved back into his shooting post and removed some string from his pocket.

The string was bungee chord and he wrapped it around two of the steel window muntins after smashing out the panes from between them. He called out to the woman “Second floor, blue office building!”, three hundred feet wasn't too far for her to be able to hear him but even if she didn't see him she would have been able to find him with his directions. He lit a small piece of wire protruding from the tin and placed it in the center of the bungee chord, it strained as he pulled back as far as he could and pulled it down a little for arc. As he let go of it the makeshift contraption screamed as it flew through the air, billowing out a thick black smoke. It stank of burning and wailed like a child with a skimmed knee. Landing behind the group of shamblers it was designed to distract them.

A few took the bait, but not many, Jacob got back down onto the floor, steadied his rifle against the cross section of a chair he had positioned in front of him, breathed out and squeezed the trigger slowly. The .303 bullet flew through the air, slamming into the temple of one of the woman’s assailants, with no time for rejoice he simply noted that there were still over twenty of them and the gun only had nine rounds left. It was an accurate gun with a decent amount of fire power but it took an age to reload, he needed to put down anything close to the woman and deal with the rest when he could. He continued to fire off over the woman's head, hoping she'd get to him before they got to her.
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MAGDALENA LEEUWENHOEK
Posted: Mar 28 2012, 01:05 AM


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A slate motorcycle hummed as it came to a halt, with the biker’s boot kicking the stand on a slab of shattered concrete. A hand fitted in, the same vein as its body, leather flipped the tinted shield. A gunshot. Blue eyes narrowed at the sight of stragglers stumbling after its herd. Five minutes and a stampede was evaded, the rider thought only to dig deeper. Herds were brought together by one thing. Love, the need to belong, conundrums like Justin Bieber and eggnog, the rider thought not. Reaching to each side, fingertips felt for the gunmetal and counted her carry. Blade sharpened and polished. Guns cleaned. Ammo reserved and untouched. A simple search for a couple of individuals, Lena swore the three would remain untouched. With a plight before her, a sinkhole made itself known under her bellybutton, spreading out and upwards as she entertained driving away.

Embrace ignorance and—Lena drew a long sigh, shutting her helmet with a swift yank. The Dutchwoman rewrote her objectives, all three promises discarded and broken in attempt to save the unknown. With one leg hovering over her grave, She flicked the stand up and braced herself. Tightening her hold on the bars, Lena shifted upwards. Teeth struck hard, she mined rutile and hematite liquid from tongue. Lena flinched at the voice of the woman vying for her help. Her mind was made up.

This is goodbye. Muscles huddled tense against bone as she sped forward. One hand strayed from the handlebars, unsheathing her blade. It took everything to keep her balance. She was a dark blur zooming into the throng. Throttle locked. Now or never. She moulded her body onto the bike only to raise her torso up. Breathe in, thrusting metal through decay. Breath out, skulls cracked. Double dead meat dropped. Coagulated blood poured out of squelched once-human tissues. Revving for their attention as two heads rolled by her side, her disquiet entrance led several away from the herd of twenty. She swung her machete through the empty eye socket of the remains of a basketball fan and into the portly trucker behind it. Tallied after the two she disposed of, Lena chided on as her body strained on the onslaught. Four down. A hell lot to go.

Taxed with effort, Lena circled the strays until she could manoeuvre the machete through missing noses, salivating mouths stretched agape. Refusing to use her guns, the weapon attracted too much already and to use it saved her time but carried an invite to all those who could hear it. Lena gritted her teeth as she rested her right arm, kicking one that got too close only for it to lurch back on target. One swing, one more headless monster in the world today. That’s when Lena spotted her: Genevieve Galaeus, alone, trapped and fearful. Through the ooze of blood from number nth, another voice could be heard from the building a few feet behind Gen. She carved the second floor in memory along with the fact her muscles nagged for reprieve but most of all of the face of the damsel in distress. She bit her tongue. Triumph sought out alone was a fool’s errand. There was no time. There was no rest. A wail, a shroud and a means of escape. Today was not her end but far from revelling in hope. A window opened and Lena swung the blade back, whooshing past the herd as she pushed through malleable meat.

With the smoke blanketing their positions, in swift motion, Lena fumbled forward as she stopped under the fire escape stairs. Engine killed, keys wrung around her neck, she slung her legs over and coaxed the woman. “Come on, Gen!” Her words muffled by her helmet. She stood on top of her bike and leapt. Fingers gripped the ends of a half extended stair ladder and releasing the set down. Lena returned to the woman and shoved her on the stairs first. With hammering heart, Lena guarded their escape with apprehension. She rose the shield up and strained a quieter shout. “Hurry!” Eyes burned with purpose and anger.

Smoke beginning to clear, Lena steadied her breath. Her fingers itched for a handle of her gun, an itch she was learning to deny. It was to be the start of denying many more little luxuries, pleasantries if she wanted to master the odds against their survival. Up the stairs and into the brick building, she did not know what to find. Sure hero of a Samaritan was more of her preference but she did not want to get complacent. For now, it was one step at a time. They were going to get out of this and once they were, Lena was going to slap Gen a fat chunk of her mind.


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GENEVIEVE GALAEUS
Posted: Mar 30 2012, 06:04 AM


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Jacob Forrester
Posted: Mar 30 2012, 07:02 AM


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Through the unfolding of the events below him, Jacob's sight only left the rifle to reload, luckily it only took one reload before the two managed to get to the floor below him. The floor below him! “Shit” he hung his head out of the window and shouted to the two below him. “Stay there, don't open the window!” He got up and started off towards the nearest stair well to go and meet them.

He had invested a lot of time in this building, it was close to the mall and he wasn't sure if the people there were friendly or not. Just like his camps near the park and near Galveston Bay this one was heavily fortified. Pulling the door to the stairwell open he descended rapidly until he got to the big blue number one next to a door, opening it he stepped across the thresh hold carefully, raising his feet as he did. A wire pulled taught across the doorway connected to an alarm on the floor above let him know if anyone had managed to bypass his defences. The ground floor was no problem, most of the windows had been smashed in and it was a frequent road for shamblers so he had used some scavenged explosives to take out the very bottom stair case, after making sure it wasn't supporting anything.

His years of bomb disposal and sharp shooter training had actually proven useful after the shit hit the fan, he was sure his years in the army would help him but not nearly to the extent that they had. He stepped very carefully as he walked through the office, avoiding all manner of explosive devices and traps, some hidden some not, they were aimed precariously towards the bottom half of the body. He didn't want to kill anyone he didn't have to and if it was a shambler he could do the rest himself.

Eventually after stepping over and around the various objects that had been strewn across the floor, he hadn't actually moved anything since he got here, he just set things up so that the upturned photocopiers and filing cabinets hid the weapons. Eventually he got to the office where the two were held up outside, he had no weapons, he left his rifle up on the second floor and being perfectly honest he doubted a person he just help save would try and do him any harm.

A second before he reached the window he saw the two women up close for the first time, they seemed to be looking away so he allowed himself a little pleasure, tilting his head to the side he watched as the original woman bent over a little to see what was going on underneath them. “Damn.” He muttered to himself, as he got to the window he realised they weren't sound proof and had no idea if she had heard him. He shrugged, unclipped the wire attached to the window and slid it open. Just above the window sat a claymore, right in the middle, the second anyone actually opened that window it would have thrown shrapnel into lower arms and hands. Not a pleasant thing to think about but you never know who's going to try and sneak in.

He offered a hand to the women, his right hand had a small black bracelet on it, embedded into which was a little LCD screen that read “67bpm” . He helped them into the window and greeted them, “Everyone okay, anyone injured” it was only then, when he wasn't shouting that his accent became apparent. Even though he had been living here for years now he had never lost his English accent, there was however a tint of Texan underlying it. He helped the two into the building and smiled, stood there in beige cargo pants and a light grey t-shirt that showed off quite a bit of muscle, it wasn't his choice but when your scavenging for camo you have to take what you find even if it is a bit small.
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MAGDALENA LEEUWENHOEK
Posted: Apr 3 2012, 01:16 AM


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The blanket of smoke cleared and the horde dispersed as Gen led the way up the railings and higher ground. Gone was the stampede. The undead stilled by strange circumstance of their vision momentarily impaired, Lena could only fill in the blanks with her own blocks. For what it was worth, the smoke disoriented, confused, stilled—regardless of what it had done, it gave them a means of escape. Reprieve at the price of leaving her motorcycle in the belly of walker central, Lena furrowed her brows.

“Thank you.” Magdalena peered up from the spaces between the railings to the relieved woman. She nodded, stepping forward. Hands shielded her eyes as she scanned the room inside. “Stay low, stay close and don’t make a sound.” Something was off. Lena titled her head upwards, squinting at the brightness of the sun. What were the chances of coaxing a hero out an office building? It didn’t sit well with her. Stakes soared high then and now with the currency of trust and truth equalled lives. Standing between Gen and the woman, Lena licked her lips and flicked her visor open. With her back to the woman, Lena made herself known. “Listen to me very carefully, Gen. I’m hoping it won’t come to this but don’t hold your heart over whoever comes behind that window.” She left the part about finding a bomb awaiting the slightest movement behind the glass. “We have to get back home fast.”

Discussions were closed until further notice. Lena swallowed the need to reprimand out in the open where down below the walkers dotted the streets. What laid inside the building was another matter at hand, Lena sucked breath in. “Be cautious.” In other words, keep niceties and everything about yourself under layers of enforced steel. In short, don’t do anything stupid. Lena owned almost a decade under her belt commanding her emotions, her mannerisms heightened in alarm. Everything was measured. Lena spared another glance at Gen before climbing on the railing. Fingers splayed out out only grab a fist full of air.

A man popped the window open from inside. Lena straightened up, hiding the key to her ride under her suit. The heat was unkind but she’d taken it in stride. Shooting wary glance to Gen as the man led them both inside. “Thanks for helping us out there.” Cool and casual, she took her helmet and mask off. Holding it by her hip, she studied the stranger from the tuft of hair on his head down to the shoes he wore. She frowned at his frame void of a visible weapon. Was he hiding something, Lena couldn’t be too sure. Sweat glistened on her neck and matted her blond mane. “Soon as the horde clears up, we’ll be on our way.”

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GENEVIEVE GALAEUS
Posted: Apr 5 2012, 11:45 AM


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“Stay there, don't open the window!” She may be an ex- beauty queen but she sure as hell wasn't stupid. Her own husband was a bounty hunter for christssakes! Of course Gen wasn't going to open the window before it was tested. She just sat a little further back from the window, watching the younger woman, Magdalena, climb up the ladder behind her. She recognized the female from back at the mall thanks to her photographic memory.“Listen to me very carefully, Gen. I’m hoping it won’t come to this but don’t hold your heart over whoever comes behind that window. We have to get back home fast.”Gen could tell, just from Mags' tone of voice, that she really wanted to reprimand her. But who could blame her? She was more or less abandoned to her own devices by her husband, the very man who promised he'd return for her. Yet where was he? Probably still out looking for that brat of theirs. Or maybe he'd found her and that was why he was nowhere to be found. Gen grimaced to herself and she nodded at Magdalena. What else could she do really? She was a friggen beauty queen, not some kick ass, take names, chewing bubble gum type of person. No. She was what most people would call a classic damsel in distress. It was time for her to change that, And soon.Gens train of thought was interrupted by a shuffling noise behind her. She risked a glance and watched as the man started to disable whatever trap he had set. After a few moments he wrenched open the window and held a hand out to her. “Everyone okay, anyone injured” Instead of taking his proffered hand, Gen just nodded, looking anywhere but his face. " Y-yeah, I'm alright. Thanks for that, by the way, back there." she nodded behind her in the direction of where the group of zombies was still stumbling around, wanting a taste of flesh.Out of the corner of her eye, Gen saw Megs take off her helmet and mask, her blonde hairs partially stuck to her face from the sweat that glistened across her face. God, if only Gen were fifteen years younger. Though she had to admit she wasn't doing too bad for her age. “Soon as the horde clears up, we’ll be on our way.” Her head snapped directly towards the other woman's, gently nodding. Yes. Going home was a good idea. She never thought she'd live to see the day where she would want to return to a place she had left whole heartedly. But there it was. " Hopefully it's soon. I have an uneasy feeling being here. I don't like it. Not one bit." Yet staying out on the fire escape wasn't helping her ill feelings either.She took a deep breath before standing up, still crouched and placed her hand on the window frame to steady herself as she climbed in. Once inside, Gen stuck her head out the window and looked at the blonde. " You coming in, Magdalena? I honestly think its a bit safer inside than it is out there."
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REESE GALAEUS
Posted: Apr 6 2012, 01:07 PM


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I KEEP MY FAMILY SAFEIT IS A FATHER'S JOBReese was haunted by his mistakes. He had been plagued by the face of his deceased daughter for the past few months, and the fact that Echo was still missing – without a trace – bothered him. It irked him how much he had failed his daughters. What kind of father was he? Not a good one at the moment, at least, not in his own eyes. Reese marched down the pavement as he thought about Echo and his wife. He mused over how he was better than the way he had been acting. Reese was not the same man he used to be. He was not the same man who fought in Vietnam, served at the Houston Police Department, or became a bounty hunter. All he was now was a failure who had grown old too quick. “Where did my youth go?” Reese muttered to himself as he reached the marina entrance, “I use to be a ken doll. Now, look at me. I am a cue ball. I am a failure on top of everything else to. Good going on systematically destroying your own family Reese, douche bag, now make it right.” Failure – that was the one word that kept racing through Reese’s mind. Echo, my little princess, Reese thought to himself as he contemplated everywhere he had been to look for his daughter. Attempting to find Echo in Houston had been like trying to find a needle in a haystack. The stress was growing heavier and heavier on his shoulders every day. His wife was no help since all she seemed to do was stay in their old home. Some days, when he was mad at the only daughter he had left alive, he would even curse Echo’s name under his breath. It was on days like those that Reese would snap into a tirade when nobody was around and yell obscenities to try to express the rage his daughter was provoking inside of him. She was his baby girl, but it was because of that reason that she had put both him and his wife through so much pain. He had shed a lot of blood, sweat, and tears trying to find his offspring, and now – after a brief run-in with Stan Mayhew – Reese had received the most reliable tip yet on the location of his little princess.Reese was clad in tan long sleeved shirt with faded blue jeans covering his legs and a pair of azure colored sneakers hugging his feet. On his back, he carried a duffle bag that had all of the tools he needed. He kept clothes, supplies, and of course guns packed tightly inside of his bag with a .357 magnum revolver tucked into the waist band of his trousers for protection. Reese was loaded up and ready to kick the ass of anyone he had to, in order to find his daughter, and he wasn’t going to stop looking until he had reunited with his little princess. Reese hiked his way across the wooden planks of the docks as he spotted a girl thirty yards away. He brought the back of his right hand up to shade his eyes from the sun as he glared down the docks to double check that his tired eyes were not fooling him. Sweat streamed down his bare head as his brow furrowed together. “Echo?!” Reese shouted out as he realized that the girl was a dead ringer for his baby girl, “Echo…I…I have been looking for you for the past few months. Where have you been? I thought you were dead!” Reese sprinted over towards the girl and dropped his duffle bag onto the wooden dock. His sense of hope was instantly restored, and he couldn’t remember a time in his life when he had felt more relieved than now. Before Echo could resist, Reese hugged his daughter closer than he ever had before. She was like him, and he knew that meant that he had to approach his daughter with caution because it would not be long before they were at each other’s throats. Reese hated confrontations with his daughters, but he knew that Echo needed one so that she would not run off again. He was going to be a better father. Tears swelled up in the corners of his eyes as he released his hold on Echo, and Reese turned his head to the left so that his daughter could not see the tears. He was embarrassed. “I don’t even know what to say. I’ve missed you princess.” Reese stated in a soft tone as he dried his eyes up.TAG: EVERYONE
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MAGDALENA LEEUWENHOEK
Posted: Apr 19 2012, 06:44 AM


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Magdalena hated it when she was right but she kept her collected thoughts locked inside her vault. It was an uphill struggle to shape people to adapt when they were so set in the comforts of the familiar. With a sigh, she put her motorcycle helmet inside first. She spared one final glance at the street with a few specks of undead loitering about, maybe wondering once more what they were doing a few moments back before she followed after Gen, her helmet in the abode of a stranger. “Thanks.” Had the stranger not appeared, Gen would’ve been a goner and Mags would’ve been trapped. There were many who’d simply turn away and save their own skin. She shook her head from side to side. Credit had to be paid where it was due, but she was not about to get comfortable with this--by the sound of his accent--Brit in Houston. All kinds of people carried skeletons in their everywhere caskets, even Magdalena herself.

As Magdalena looked around the room, she spotted the claymore frowning at the explosive. Gathering an accurate read of their impromptu hero left Magdalena reeling with the possibilities. “Where did you get that?” From the looks of it, it looked like a military grade M18A1 mine often used as a weapon of defensive. The more Magdalena pondered the more she realised the man in the same room as them could have more weapons littered all over the place to protect him and whatever else he had. “I’ve told my friend here that we won’t be in your hair for very long, we’ll be going soon as the herd keeps walking...” A glance back at Gen and a nudge of her chin told her to keep her guard up. Despite outnumbering him, there was still the matter of others undisclosed. [b]“We won’t take much of your time.”

How did he survive this long? Where did he get the claymore? His gun? Did he have more? Were their more of them? Magdalena felt the best way to go about this meeting of a someone new was to never trust them unless they prove themselves worthy of that trust. Certainly he’d given them good reason to receive their trust but the next few minutes were crucial. Magdalena still had her guns holstered and hoped there would be no need to use them against the living today.


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