InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Beautiful Miscommunications ❯ The Story Unfolds - Live ( Chapter 21 )

Chapter 21: The Story Unfolds - Live

 

It was sunny as Inu Yasha watched the day care from the park. He was waiting for his date to get off work, when he heard the carefree laugh. It reminded him of Rin. She was chubby like a teddy bear. Her round cheeks were dramatized by the bouncing pigtails on either side of her head. Her bright red jumper matched the red bows on her jump rope's handle. She was someone's little princess.

She lined the rope and began to skip singing a silly children's song. “Too many monkeys jumping on the bed; one falls down and hurts his head; how many monkeys jumping on the bed? One-two-three…” Inu Yasha watched, hypnotized by her rhythm “Ten, eleven, twelve…” She may have been chubby, but she could skip with the best, “Twenty, twenty-one, twenty-two…” She stopped when their eyes met: warm brown chocolate staring into the sun. “Doggy!” She pointed at the hanyou with delight and ran towards the street.

She stopped on the edge of the sidewalk and looked around. Finally she ran back into the house screaming, “Mommy, I want to go pet the doggy across the street…walk me! Please!”

Crash!

Smoke filled the street as the house collapsed. Inu Yasha rushed across the street, shredding the metal and concrete that blocked his path. The sun disappeared as the dust colored the world grey. Then, he saw her.

The soot covered fireman carried her limp body away from the house. Her chest failed to rise of fall with new breaths. Her pale face was a bluish grey hue as her red jumper clashed against the grey and death around them.

He called to her, reaching out his hands to help her cross the street, but, instead of returning the gesture, her jump rope fell from lifeless hand with a deafening crash. All he could see was the red jumper. The world went silent as she was placed in a black bag. No, they had to try and save her! She couldn't be gone; she couldn't die! He grabbed the bag and tried to rip it open with his claws, but the plastic would not tear. The harder he tried, the stronger the bag became, until the entire city around him became red.

Inu Yasha awoke with a start as he felt the sun return his hanyou features. He ran his hands over his ribs; they would be completely healed in a couple of hours. He was glad nightmares only came once a month. How did humans deal with it?

A warm kiss on his shoulder caught his attention. He looked down at the warm weight laying on his good side staring back at him. “Bad dream?” She asked warmly. Her sweet voice made him realize, she was his woman. She wore his mark on her neck, and as soon as possible, he would make sure her wrist did as well.

“They say it helps to talk about it.” She spoke softly as he ran his claws up and down her back.

He shook his head.

She shrugged before stretching her tired limbs. “I don't have to be on the air for another hour or two…” She let the insinuation hang in the air.

He tightened his arms around her while hugging her tightly. He winced, knowing she couldn't see him. He wanted to take her up on her offer, but this time, he wanted to do it right. He spent too much energy on meaningless screws to let Kagome get away without proper loving. “Tonight.” He promised.

“I'll hold you to it.” She smiled into the embrace. “Just let me know how I can help.”

The silence was comfortable as the two fell into comfortable breathing patterns. Kagome closed her eyes as she listened to his heart beat.

“Her name was Nina.” He said after a moment. “She was four, full of life and held the neighborhood jump rope record. She also loved to pet my ears. They put her in a body bag yesterday, jump rope and all.”

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Naraku sipped the red elixir with a dark smile on his lips. “Sixteen years - Aged to perfection.” He concurred as he returned to the lifeless naked body of the miko posed on his bed. Her skin was unnaturally pale as well as cold and clammy. Naraku drained his wine from her veins while he kept her legs spread for his pleasure.

She never stood a chance.

He had taken up wine making five hundred years earlier, when he found her, kissing the dead hanyou's lips. He would have given her power, jewels, and pleasures unbeknownst to her, and the only thing she wanted was the dead hanyou. So, he, being the merciful man he was, helped her join him. Once dead, he decided to see if her fascination with the dead boy held any merit. When her villagers found her, they had no other option but to burn her body.

He had originally drained her blood to make her body cool faster. If he was going to rut with a dead woman, he wanted to make sure she was as dead as possible. Naraku never did things half way. After he was done with her, it seemed like a waste to just throw the blood away, and all that exercise had made him thirsty. Being a connoisseur of fine food, he recognized the unique sophisticated flavor of the blood. He was addicted.

After years of exploration, he had concluded that young mikos made the best wine. His elite pallet had taken him to the Higurashi shrine, but the girl had been too young. Her blood would be too coppery. He allowed her to live, and now, his patience had betrayed him. She had aged too much, and the elixir that ran through her veins would most likely have turned to vinegar, which is why he was willing to allow a bullet drink her blood before him. Still, she reminded him of that first miko. Perhaps, he would taste her yet. At least his salads would have the proper dressing.

He settled himself between the dead girl's legs remembering the beauty of her death. He had taken the time to seduce her. In his practice, he had found that arousal helped the wine ferment. He smirked as he remembered the girl's shame as she found pleasure in his torturing hands. He had raped her, degraded her, hurt her…but he had also worked her body. It was a symphony he had learned long ago. The mind is allowed to reason, for the added pleasure of his harvest's self-loathing, while the body is stimulated in the most degrading manner possible.

He made her watch as he took her body. He made her look at her face as he showed her what a climax was. Her tears would hydrate him as he made his wine. And, as she laid on his bed with him inside her, the blood was slowly being drained from her body. It was a delicate process for if it was done too fast, the flavor was compromised, and if it was done too slow, the wine would go bad.

Last night had been perfection, and her body still had more to offer. He was celebrating more than just another great wine harvest. He had felt the jewel briefly last night. It must have stirred from the commotion. He smirked. Two more days and he would have it in his possession.

Some would say it was stupid for him to wait. He had sensed it, so a few other people should have as well. But, rushing wasn't his style. If you rushed, you couldn't make good wine; you couldn't trick you rebellious daughter into seducing your worst enemy; you couldn't enjoy the prolonged painful death of your enemies; etc. There was just too much to be gained with patience.

Everything was coming together nicely. The jewel had reappeared; Sesshomaru was too preoccupied between Kagura's legs to notice, and Higurashi…she would soon be a problem of the past.

He brushed the soft black hair away from her face. She looked like a porcelain doll with shame and pain painted on her pale features. He smiled sinisterly as he took his pleasure from her body once again.

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Kagura tried to stretch, but her limbs would not move. This annoyed her. She tried harder as the heat became unbearable, but she only received an annoyed growl in response. Warily she opened one eye and was relieved to see she was in the guest room. Taking deep breaths she took notice of the heavy warm pillows wrapping her body… Can pillows wrap? Slowly, she managed to roll over. She bit her tongue in anger as a pair of golden eyes watched with a half stoic - half amused air.

“What are you doing in my bed?” She demanded as she cautiously moved her hand to check if she was still dressed.

“It's my bed.” He corrected. He found her self righteous morning anger amusing. It would be great fuel for future games.

“Are you this disrespectful to all your guests?” She demanded as her trembling fingers brushed against her bare chest. Damn him to hell. She pulled away from him as she wrapped herself in a sheet.

“A little late for modesty, don't you think?” She didn't appreciate his observation, and the lamp that barely missed the demon lord's head before crashing on the floor didn't appreciate receiving her misdirected anger. He chuckled.

Kagura was taken aback. Sesshomaru was capable of imitating some form of laughter? What was the world coming to?

He followed her out of bed, without reserve. She blushed at the sight of his proud manhood. Even though she had found his ego's reassuring factor, she didn't appreciate the way he was stalking towards her. She would not be his prey. Rising to her full height, she met his eyes defiantly. If only she could control the heat increasing between her legs.

“Have you forgotten already?”

“One night of wild rutting and you think you have the right to come into my bed whenever you please?” She demanded.

“You called me last night.” He closed the space between them, knowing he could easily corner her.

“I did no such thing!”

He rested his hands on the wall on either side of her head. “Yes you did.”

She remained quiet, transfixed by something more compelling than his increasing desire. She shook her head in denial as she ran her tongue over her fangs, praying that she was mistaken. “How?” She demanded.

“The call of the blood is deeper than that of the mind.” He reminded her as he nuzzled her neck. It should have soothed her, but her increasing desperation was more powerful.

She didn't notice when she let go of the sheet around her to lightly run her fingers over her mark on his wrist. Her shoulders slumped in resignation, while he smirked: She was finally beginning to understand.

“It doesn't change anything. I still have to go home tomorrow, and thanks to you, I'll finally be free of Naraku…in death!” Her rage returned to her with every word as pushed him away.

She grunted as he forcefully pinned her to the wall. His eyes were red and his arousal pressed against her inner thigh, provoking an unexpected reaction from her body. “I told you I would protect you.”

She laughed bitterly, ignoring her increasing desire, knowing it was a side effect of the marks. “While he holds my heart, I am his and no one else's.” She screamed in bitter painful pleasure as he penetrated her. Her back arched toward him as her body replied to each cell on his body.

“Mine!” He growled as she closed her eyes in pleasure. She should have known his youki would be unstable. She fell limply upon him. If she played her cards right, she could get him to claim her all day long. She had marked him. She wanted him; she wanted this. In less than twenty four hours, she would be dead; might as well go out with a bang…or banging.

He had started an urgent pace that brought moans of pleasure to her lips. She locked legs around his waist and growled fiercely into his ear, “Mine,” before nipping his neck and ears. Their screams filled the house for the rest of the day. Kagura would be too exhausted to care what Naraku did to her.

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The street was busy. The initial shock from the blast had washed away from the city, and now, everyone was focused on the three R's or forgetting: Rebuild; Revenge; Routine. The idea was simple: Eliminate the reminder of the explosion; punish those who dare disturb our peaceful oblivion, and fall back into our everyday routine.

It was believed that all the bodies had been recovered and identified. None of the injured was in critical condition. The politicians were already talking of creating founds for compensating those that had lost money or love ones in the explosion while blaming the immerging gangs for the catastrophe. And, to make it complete, the media had reported on a woman who had given birth to twins while trapped in her basement. Mother and children were doing well.

The city had grieved, and now, everyone was helping with the clean up effort. The sooner the rubble was cleared, the sooner everyone could go back to pretending nothing had happened…Unless you lived by Paradise Hills Park.

Onnanoko walked up to her brother not caring who saw her. Neither of the two were wearing their masks, and considering the situation, neither stood out in the crowd.

“The jewel stirred last night.” Otokonoko informed.

“I didn't sense it.” She replied.

“Perhaps you were too busy with your charge.” The accusation was light in his voice, and she understood it was more of a tease than a reprimand.

“I was watching yours as well.”

“I'm sure you were.” He winked knowingly before becoming serious again. “It has to be tonight. Kizu will be here with others; security will be low, and Naraku will most likely be looking for the jewel.”

“Has Old Miko removed it?”

“No. She said it was inaccessible at this time.”

“I don't like the sound of that.” She worried her bottom lip as she rubbed her sore wrist. “Kagura would have to return tomorrow…we have no choice. It's tonight, or never. Do you have a way in?”

He nodded. “I thought we would knock this time.”

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Ayame typed furiously responding to one of Akago's emails. The brat had badmouthed her latest proposal. He shouldn't worry too much; she was keeping a mental count. The next time they saw each other, she would repay him. A pained moaned from across the white hospital room caught her attention. She quickly forgot about the demon child as she rushed to her beloved's side. She took his hand in hers as she whispered encouraging words to him.

He had grown thin and pale since the final incident with Akago, but he hadn't stopped fighting, which was probably the only reason the wolf prince was still alive. Ayame hadn't left his side. Ginta brought her fresh clothes in the morning, and, he was convinced by the woman's increasing collection of baggy clothes, that if he didn't bring her food, she would forget to eat. She took quick showers and slept on an uncomfortable chair by Kouga's bed. She was a hell of a woman, and the wolf prince had been a lucky bastard to find her.

Ayame softly kissed Kouga's forehead before whispering, “I love you,” in his ear. It was the first time his fever had fully receded.

He smirked.

Ayame blinked several times thinking she had imagined it, but it was still on his lips.

“I know.” He replied cockily.

Tears ran down her face as his fluttered his blue eyes open. They were no longer carefree, but full of resolve and strength.

“Kouga.” She whispered afraid to awake from the taunting dream.

The wolf prince sat up and stretched. His muscles were tired, but that was nothing a jog around the complex wouldn't fix.

She raised her hand to his face, not believing her own eyes. He grabbed it and pulled her to him quickly. He wasted no time in claiming her lips.

“Argg…morning breath! Sorry about that babe…We'll continue this the minute I find a toothbrush. In the meantime, we need to get back to Japan. It's time.”

Ayame didn't register his words until he was walking around the room looking for his clothes. She wrapped her arms around him and held him tight. The hug lasted three minutes before she was able to find her voice. “If you think you can put me through that hell of not knowing if I was ever going to hear your voice and then leave this place without being authorized by a doctor, you are wrong!” Her eyes were shining with happiness and anger, the way he liked them.

“Ayame, don't start. The Shikon stirred. Kagome is in trouble, and we got to go help her. You know she would do the same for us.”

“She did the same for us, and that is why you are going to be cleared first.”

“And if I refuse?”

“I'll push back the honeymoon for another month.”

Kouga swallowed hard. “One doctor, but then we get on the first plane back to Japan.”

Ayame smiled before throwing her arms around his neck and whispering, “There's a spare toothbrush in the bathroom.”

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It was three in the afternoon when Sango Kizu walked into Lord Sesshomaru's home. By the screams, she inferred he was busy. She blushed and smiled before walking towards his office. Noticing Jaken was missing, she concluded that Rin must not be home. Sango wasn't surprised. She couldn't fathom Sesshomaru, Jaken or Kagura trying to explain to the five-year-old what the sounds meant.

She didn't wait long before Sesshomaru came down in his silk robe. Knowing her place, Sango acted as if she was oblivious to his state of undress or the sounds he and his guest had been making. If he wanted to play with fire, she wasn't going to stop him. Why should she get burned because he wanted to know how hot the flame was?

“I need you to do remove something from Naraku's office or vault tonight.”

Sango raised an eyebrow in surprise.

“With the recent brake-ins, I'm sure you can disguise your entrance. You will need help. Take my brother. I want Kagura's heart by morning.”

“I think you already have it.” Sango observed as she stood up. The youkai lord did not respond. She threw a bag of candy on his desk. “Tell Rin that Kirara and I say hi.”

As Sango made her way to her car, Sesshomaru rushed to the kitchen. Kagura had been insatiable today, thank the heavens, and had only made him stop a few minutes ago. She was hungry for something other than him. He smirked, remembering her urgent voice as she demanded he hurry back. Normally, he would tease her. Control was important, but heaven knew when she would be this receptive again.

He grabbed a bowl of chocolate covered fruit, some yogurt and whipped cream. No one said they had to stop to eat.

“Kagura?” He questioned when he found her on the stairs.

“You took too long.” She complained as she made her way down to him. She seemed tense at first, but soon, her stride became sultry.

“I'll try and remember next time.” He smirked as he offered her a strawberry.

She smiled darkly before taking a bite of the fruit in his hand. She whimpered loudly as she closed her eyes in pleasure, knowing the demon lord was observing her closely. She licked her lips before moaning, “Chocolate.”

He finished the strawberry as his eyes locked with hers. He wouldn't let her know how badly she was affecting him.

“What took you?” She asked as her robe accidentally fell from her shoulder. The light knot could no longer keep the satin material from separating. He stared at her half naked form with a watering mouth.

“I had to find the whipped cream.” He lied.

She raised an eyebrow, “Are you sure?” The knot gave, fully exposing her plumped breasts.

He licked his lips before replying, “What are you insinuating?”

“For a second, I thought you might have run into your office and tried to get some work done.” The flimsy robe fell to the floor as Sesshomaru mentally thanked Jaken for giving the staff the day off. They were not going to make it back to her room…they weren't making it past the stairs.

“Don't be ridiculous.” He whispered into her ear before her hand reached inside his robe.

“That would have been a huge insult.” She taunted.

“I'm smarter than that.”

“I would have had to punish you.” Her voice was husky with sex.

“As tempting as that sounds…maybe next time.” He replied as he led her towards the steps. He hadn't broken those in yet. It would be a new experience for both of them.

Her roaming hand found the object of its desires under his robe. His breath hitched. “You know, I think I'm in the mood for something saltier. How about you?” She asked as she moved to her knees. His surprised eyes followed her mouth as she took her snack. The gods were good to him.

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Madame Centipede was taking care of the final touches to her alter. It wouldn't be long now. All that she needed was Akago's confirmation, and as soon as she had the jewel, she would skin the little bastard. The restraints were in place…just in case its mistress decided to be bothersome. The cold hard flat surface had been bathed in demon blood, and would soon be ready for the jewel. She laughed looking at the stone walls of the Bone Eater's Well. This place was perfect: Out of site and close to the God's tree. It would be quick.

Her cell phone rang. “Good...Then, we take the jewel tonight.”

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It had been a slow night at Full Moon Enterprises' Corporate Headquarters. Saturdays were slow to begin with, but the incident at Paradise Hills made the employees rethink their priorities. The part-time security at the receptionist table, unaware of the fate of his predecessor, cleaned his glasses as a member of the maintenance crew mopped the marble floors. The security guard was well into his seventies, but refused to fully retire, claiming if he did, he would rust.

He sighed as he put his frames to the light. For some strange reason, his glasses wouldn't stop fogging up. “Hey Lee,” a female figure waved. “Forgot my purse.” Without his glasses, he could only make out the distorted figure as she walked towards the elevator. He shrugged. If she knew his name, she belonged in the building. The elevator doors opened and closed before Lee announced, “Finally!”

Looking around, he noticed the maintenance guy had moved on. Looking at the screen, he saw the young executive in the elevator. Her face was looking directly ahead, so he couldn't make out her features. Her dark hair was placed in a tight bun, and she was wearing a skirt suit. Lee shrugged. She reminded him of Kagura-sama, but she hadn't taken the express elevator. It's not like she could get to the bosses' offices on that elevator. Changing the channel, he returned to his reruns. He loved working nights.

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“Inu Yasha, could you take this a bit more seriously?” Sango demanded as she quietly monitored her wrist watch.

“Sure, just explain to me why I'm here with you instead of at home with my girl.”

“Because if you do this favor, your brother will throw in some extra money next month…just in time for your anniversary.” She reminded him as she smiled. Who would have thought the day would come when Inu Yasha would be in a committed relationship.

“Keh, she isn't about money.”

“No, but it doesn't mean she doesn't like nice things.” This quieted the hanyou for a bit.

“You know, she said something this morning…kind of got me thinking.”

“That's a frightening thought.” She teased.

“It's about the gas bomb at the bar.” This caught her attention.

“Does she have any leads?”

“She was thinking out loud… Half-rambling…about how the gas leaked reminded her of the Park bombing.”

“Did she think the park was a second attempt?” Sango asked confused.

“No, that's the weird part. She thought the bar was supposed to warn about the park. The whole neighborhood was supposed to collapse… The bomb that took out the water main was moved. It was originally placed along the main gas line.”

“Who did she think warned her?”

“Her father.” He replied softly.

Sango's watch beeped.

“The bad fuse should have fried the security system in Naraku's office. We should be able to sneak in and out without anyone noticing. We'll continue this conversation later.”

“Are you sure it's in there?”

“I've watched Akago all evening. He left it in his father's desk.”

“Then, let's go!” Inu Yasha agreed as they abandoned the cover of their dark corner in the garage before taking the emergency stairs to the top floor. Sango wanted to make sure they would not be seen.

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By the time Onnanoko and Otokonoko had reached Naraku's office, they had both changed into their usual uniform. Otokonoko had ridden on the top of the elevator until they had reached the 90th floor. It was easy to have his sister go into one of the offices in that department and move into the vent system. If the security guard was still watching, he wouldn't suspect a thing. No one seemed to worry much about security in this division, so they knew there were no cameras in the offices. Customer Complaints wasn't a popular division.

She had met him in the vents where he informed her of a startling revelation.

“What do you mean security is down?”

“It looks like a blown fuse.” He explained.

“How long until it's discovered?”

“Not until someone manually checks the feed…so my guess is morning.” He looked into her worried eyes.

“Since when do we get lucky?”

“Never.”

“It could be a trick.”

“We'll proceed with caution.” He agreed as he checked his Palm Pilot. “I've hacked into the security system. It's still working on the other floors, we'll be aware of any movement towards us.”

“What about those already on the floor?”

“I had confirmed the area vacant before the system went down.”

They reached the office in silence. He used a mirror to ensure that no one was waiting for them.

Quietly, two shadows entered the familiar office. Otokonoko pointed to the drawer he had seen Akago leave the heart. Sometimes, knowing your way around satellites and computers was beneficial. They observed the drawer was actually a high tech safe with several fail-safes that would guarantee the security of its contents. High tech was Otokonoko's specialty. It took him three seconds to overload the power cell with his slightly modified Palm Pilot. The door popped open. “When will they learn that simplicity usually works best?” He wondered as they found the black velvet case.

Quick inspection confirmed it was what they were looking for. “Now, for our quick getaway!” Otokonoko froze as the door to the office opened. They hadn't heard anyone coming, and the Palm Pilot on his belt hadn't beeped.

The lights turned on as the two couples stared at each other. “You!” Sango accused as she pulled her gun. The twins hadn't lost a beat as Onnanoko drew her weapon and Otokonoko turned pulling out a back device with a large red button. “No!”

Otokonoko pressed the red button as Sango fired. Naraku's back window exploded as Sango's bullet buried itself in her opponents shoulder. The sudden wind currents sent papers and loose objects flying as his screams filled the room. Onnanoko lifted her left hand and shot twice. The electric bullets caught the hanyou in mid air, jumping to attack her, and the security chief. Grabbing her brother's good arm, she jumped out the window.

Both Inu Yasha and Sango stared incredulously at the sight before them. They would rather die than be captured? Who were they? And what was that increasingly loud noise. They had first thought it was the wind, but as they moved towards the window, they saw the helicopter regaining altitude. Sesshomaru would not be happy.

 

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A/N: I'm back! It took a while, but I revised the entire story. It was the right thing to do since I wrote the majority of this chapter in one sitting. It was strange to see how things have changed. When I had first talked to Meche about this story, both Inu Yasha and Sesshomaru made it into the cab with Kagome. She never made it out of the country and was forced to stay at Sesshomaru's. Sango was house security, not corporate, and I didn't hide the identity of the twins to the readers. When Meche read this story, she said, “It's nice, but what happened to Beautiful Miscommunications.”

On another note, Inu Yasha Girlie informed me of a website that manages mailing lists. Now, as I said, I'm offering this because people asked for me to set up a mailing list. When I offered an alternative, no one responded. This is my final offer. I am willing to work something with a third party managing the emails. For example, the mailing list website, yahoo group or life journal. If I get no response, I'll assume you guys are happy with the method used now. Benefits to a mailing list is for those of you on adultfanfiction would actually get a notice when I update, or when I write things that are not R or NC-17. You may not be aware that since my last update, I have written a short story and a poem. The good thing with the Yahoo group or message board like system would be open discussion on my work. I probably would eventually bounce ideas for stories on you guys. But, if I take the time to set this up, I want it to be worthwhile.

Life update: I just came back from a Weekend in DC, and I had a blast. The universe has taken pity upon me. I had fun…crazy safe fun with my girls. I even got a tan. I came home to find my ex wants to go back to the way it was. I grieved, came to terms with the situation, and am now ready to do what is right. Make him work for it. Single life is good. Some one remind me that if I begin to complain again. Also, this story was nominated for Best Action/Adventure for the first quarter of 2005 by the IYFG. Thank you! I'm glad you enjoy it.

Not much left: two chapters and an epilogue unless, or course the story wants to go further. Next chapter…Yup, we will discover the identity of the TWINS. You know, I should start taking bets. Though, I have left clues everywhere to tell you who they are. My father took a crack at them…he thought the male one was Juan, but then I explain he's still a child. He had a few other ideas, which if I was still in the development stage, I would probably go for. It'll be a few weeks before the next update.

 

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