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Post by icarus mcgregor koufidakis on Dec 18, 2011 5:11:42 GMT -5
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this is love in america after yesterday afternoon, icarus had been even more proud of himself than he usually was. anyone who knew icarus knew that he thought very highly of himself. so high he could be labeled as conceited and narcissistic. that boost of self esteem that adaline gave him by accepting his invitation to a staff party that he had been almost forced to go to- by his co-workers who claimed the new guy was required to come- really did a number on him. he hadn't been expecting her to say yes, and maybe that's why he was so happy about it. he really shouldn't have been taking all the credit for it though- all he did was ask. who really should have been walking around like they just won a million dollars was ada. she was the one who was being worshiped by the twenty eight year old, after all. he was crawling all over her, telling her how beautiful she was, how much he missed her, and asking her out on dates. all icarus had done was prove that he had bigger balls than he did two years ago. then again, adaline really didn't do anything either. she proved that she was a nicer person than he remembered by not rejecting him, but that was basically it. maybe there was no loser in this situation. maybe they both had a legitimate reason to be on high horses.
the point, though? icarus had never been so excited for something in his life- okay, maybe that wasn't true. however, this was the first thing that he'd been really ecstatic about in a very, very long time. until she had agreed to go with him, he had been dreading this party. he made a mental list of things that he stressed over every month, and when something new came around, he'd add it to that list. when it was taken care of, he'd cross it off. this party was on that list until she had said yes to his proposal. it had made it's way onto things that he couldn't wait for. he had four days, counting wednesday, the day it was on, until he saw adaline again. he didn't plan on running into her before then, either. he had gotten her number yesterday before he left, so he didn't have to worry about finding a way of reaching her. things were going good for icarus. a lot better than they had been in a while.
he was surprised that things were going this well, too. just a week ago, icarus had seen his ex-girlfriend for the first time in two years. it wouldn't be so difficult if it wasn't the nastiness of their breakup five months after they returned to the united states together. bumping into an ex wasn't hard at all, except when that ex was adaline taylor. in fact, icarus had run into tons of exes, even girls that he just slept with from college, and none of those stung at all. adaline, though... adaline was different. he ran into her and he thought his whole life was ruined. he couldn't do anything but down beers and lay in his bed. that could have been for the plain fact that he had abandoned this one in a city she knew barely anything about, or it could have been because he actually loved this one. not just loved, but that he was in love with. or, it could have been for both of those reasons. both of them fit perfectly.
morgan, his best friend of five months now, was pleased with the results as well. if icarus was happy with one thing, that meant he was happy with anything else, too. being a designated driver so he could go pick up hot gay men at new haven's gotham citi included. that's exactly what he was doing, too. after work, morgan had asked if he would accompany him to the nightclub just in case he got a little tipsy this time, and icarus gladly agreed to drive him to and from his fun. he was a little hesitant, because the joint was where he and ada met a week ago, but then a thought hit him- he and adaline were okay now. at least for the time being they were. as long as he didn't screw things up somehow, he assumed they would be for a while. she did say yes to going on a kinda-date with him after all.
just like he always did, he made a beeline for the bar. he dodged the groping lesbians and orgies of horny homosexuals, and eventually found his way to the bench that was just as infested with gay people action as the dance floor was. he understood, though. why else would it be called a gay club? he pulled himself onto one of the stools, and asked the bartender for just a beer. something that he hated about going to these sorts of places? he was always getting eyed down by the men. he couldn't lie, he was attractive, and that wasn't even him being a narcissistic bastard. he really was complimented for being handsome and most of the time, charming. I'M LAZY HE'S WEARING WHAT HE IS IN THE BANNER, 867 WORDS LOL I'M TIRED THIS IS ALL YOU GET. LUV U <3 there can be only one mikey! of caution 2.0 |
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Post by noah everett cervantes on Dec 18, 2011 11:38:53 GMT -5
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maybe he should have come with adaline. honestly, it was probably the best thing that he could do. after all, he did have a tendency to drink a little too much and get a little too rowdy when he was out at the club on the weekend, and he was a reckless driver without all the alcohol in his system. sure he had yet to be pulled over for a dui in his twenty-five years of living but it seemed lately everyone had just been watching patiently, waiting for his flawless confident demeanor to pass. and he doubted offering sexual favors was going to do anything to clear his name with the police. but noah had felt so bad when he had made his way to adaline's room, the request on the tip of his tongue. she was so happy lately - something about that ridiculous ex-boyfriend of hers that had been harassing her ever since they bumped into one another at the gay bar. in his opinion, if she was running into exes at a gay bar, it wasn't anything to be celebrating over, but his roommate was happy and she hadn't been that happy since...well since they saw wicked on broadway and happened to encounter neil patrick harris in the audience.
so he didn't invite her. he knew the bar made her absolutely miserable because she hated being around alcohol without actually drinking any or having fun, she hated being the designated driver, and she hated being hit on by a bunch of girls. he got it; honestly, he did. he had the same exact things on his list of pet peeves. it was part of what made them such a good team. so instead of asking if she wanted to play designated driver again and thanks so much addie, i promise to pay you back later if you'll let me, he just sat down and talked to her for a bit about this icarus fellow, what exactly they were doing when they were going out and debated for a while about whether or not she should treat it like a date (they decided to hell with deciding and that she would just wing it the night of). then he told her that he was going out with an old friend and that she shouldn't wait up for him and yes adaline i'll be fine. then he'd headed to the bar, ready to find someone to occupy his time. he even put it in his head that if he were going to find a victim for the night, he'd go with them back to their place. addie needed a break; she did. and he was going to give her that.
he still wished that he had brought her, though. when he couldn't find someone that he either hadn't already bedded or who just wasn't attractive enough to bother him, he usually spent his time at the bar with adaline, dancing stupidly to the music and occasionally taking over the open mic or karaoke or whatever it was that the bar was doing that night. they'd play drinking games ("two shots every time a girl hits on one of us, one shot if they spill a drink on you when you reject them") and talk and then when he saw someone he was interested in, he'd saunter off and come back when he wanted to leave with them or when he got bored. it was just the way things were. without her there, though, in his boredom, he could find nothing to do but head back to the bar and drink. alone. which wouldn't be a problem in that place as he always found someone eventually but he'd gotten so used to having adaline around anymore that it just felt odd without her next to him and asking what was wrong with the crowd this time.
he'd make do, though. he was getting a little sick of the brunette he had been working with (god, their hair was almost identical, wasn't his first rule always to go with people who didn't match him?) and made the decision to split to the bar when someone who could have been the guy's ex-boyfriend came up to chat. he enjoyed drama, really, but not that kind. there were better things to do; like drink until the people there started looking hotter. so he excused himself and pushed through the wall of people, not even turning his head among the touches (good touch, bad touch, good touch, he commented in his mind) that he got on the way. honestly, it was standard protocol. it happened. on any other day maybe he'd look and kill some time because maybe ada would have run into another straight person to chat with. but not today; today he was too annoyed at being alone to care. so he got to the bar, sat on the stool next to an attractive brunette that looked vaguely familiar, and asked the bartender to please, dear god, get him something stronger than the piss poor beer they usually attempt to get him drunk on. not the nicest way to ask, but the bartender got the general gist of it anyway. it was only then that he took a really good look at the guy sitting next to him. that's right - that's the guy he had interrupted ada with like...a week go. well less than a week. he never forgot a pretty face, no matter how drunk he was when he saw it, and from ada's various descriptions and his memory that was most definitely him. but he couldn't just come out and ask the guy if he was adaline's friend - nah, that was way too simple. so instead, he leaned over, nudged the guy with his elbow and said, "hey, uh, hate to be a bother here, but haven't i propositioned you before?"
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Post by icarus mcgregor koufidakis on Dec 18, 2011 14:43:06 GMT -5
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this is love in america the next thing icarus asked for was a plain glass of water. after all, he wasn't here to get drunk. he was here to let his friend get drunk and pick hot, gay pieces of ass. thank god that morgan and him only lived down the hall from each other at their apartment, or else tonight would be a living hell. listening to that in the next room over? no thank you. he'd made a mistake by taking the first beer, but thankfully, it usually took more than a couple beers to get him drunk. besides, most of the time icarus only drank when there was a problem, like the night he went to sully's. being a teacher had a different affect on him than it did with morgan, who drank because he was a teacher. it was something about how after three years already, sophomores made him want to drink every god damn can of beer in the world. icarus wanted to be responsible. he wanted to set an example for a students, because, hell, they needed an example. looking at teens when he was in school and at them now? thank god he wasn't raised to be apart of their generation. then again, he barely survived his own. being the weird foreign kid who talked greek and ranted and raved about dinosaurs stuck with him throughout high school. it wasn't until senior year when he transitioned from looking like a nerd to a hunky male model. hence narcissistic, hero complex icarus was born.
he downed one water and ordered another one. drinking was all there really was to do for him when he accompanied morgan to these. drinking water, of course. he was fine with that, too- he just really needed to piss by the end of the night. there was always the entertainment of watching lesbian cat fights in the background or, his favorite, an angry gay pissed at his angry gay boyfriend. it gave him a chance to think, too, even though all he had been doing was thinking. he sort of ran out of things to ponder. not just things about adaline, either. he thought about biology tests, and how much his students sucked, and more ways to torture the little buggers. when he had nothing else to contemplate, he'd sit there and listen to the music. even though it was a rare occasion when a song he actually liked came on, it was still enjoyable. at another bar in hartford, he'd even tried to dance with couple of gay men- never again. they had just as many hormones as straight women. hell, they were probably even hornier than straight women. but hey, there was, after all, a first for everything.
he was just about to get up to use the restroom, until he felt a nudge. at first he was going to ignore it. it could have been someone who had got a little tipsy and was just steadying themselves on icarus. then he heard a voice. "hey, uh, hate to be a bother here, but haven't i propositioned you before?" great, first one of the night. icarus was always hit on at least once. it wasn't his fault that he could pass for straight or gay, or that he was so irresistible. it was like trick-or-treaters- one unwanted visitor always came. he was turning to kindly reject him when, but that's when he saw his face. you're adaline's gay friend. he could have said that, but how awkward would that be? if adaline was at all open with her emotions about icarus, and she probably was to her roommate, he had a feeling that noah didn't like him. "uh, no, i don't..." he looked away, scanning the bar for the bartender so he could escape by ordering a water and purposely spilling it on himself. then he could get away. he had no suck luck though. "i don't think you have." he said, turning back to the man, flashing a full smile. great idea, icarus. let's turn on the charm with the gays. "besides, i'm straight. i don't come to these often," he said, hoping that he didn't remember icarus as the one associated with ada. I'M LAZY HE'S WEARING WHAT HE IS IN THE BANNER, 707 WORDS LOL I'M TIRED THIS IS ALL YOU GET. LUV U <3 there can be only one mikey! of caution 2.0 |
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Post by noah everett cervantes on Dec 18, 2011 15:18:27 GMT -5
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that adaline sure knew how to pick 'em, didn't she? the more he stared at icarus, surveying his features, drinking them in, he couldn't help but realize how attractive he really was. sure he'd gotten a few quick glances before and adaline was always ranting and ranting and raving (or at least she had when he'd picked her up drunk that one time) about him. but he'd never actually stopped to think that this might mean that his roommate's ex might actually be attractive. he couldn't help his tongue coming out to swipe his bottom lip as he watched the man talk, couldn't keep himself from drinking in his features more than a couple times in the process. he had never been subtle. ada said that he literally eye-fucked every single man that they passed, and just because ada had a thing for this guy didn't mean he was going to control those natural urges and instincts that he had. it did keep him from wanting to get too predatory, though. he loved his roomie and though icarus was attractive and he'd bet one hundred dollars that if he were drunk enough, it could happen, he couldn't do that to adaline. not when she was just beginning to get so happy.
though god it would be too easy.
he resisted, though, and his thoughts were soon torn when the guy said that he didn't remember him. really now? was that a lie or was it really the truth? after all, he had been the one to drag adaline away from him when they met. surely that held some significance - unless, of course, he had been too captivated by addie's presence to really notice the two men that dragged her off, even though noah did distinctly remember asking something that made his roommate flush and scold him all the way home about. it could go either way, but noah's ego liked to tell him that it was a lie. he was noah cervantes, damn it, people didn't just forget a face like that. it was gorgeous. he didn't frown though. he just laughed that charming noah laugh and leaned further in toward the guy so he didn't have to talk as loudly. and it never hurt anyone to get a little cozy either.
"well that's funny," he said in his low drawl of a voice, "because i distinctly remember seeing you before. and i never forget a pretty face." okay he wouldn't be noah if he didn't attempt to get away with that - sure he said he was straight, but it was the second time he had caught the guy in a gay bar in the past week. there was something just very...homosexual about that. imagine that. again, though, he reminded himself that ada really liked this guy. he wasn't going to wish and hope he'd suddenly turn homo and be okay with a guy like noah using him for the rest of the night, even if the idea was more than a little appealing. he wet his lips again. adaline honestly owed him big time. "you were talking to a girl, though," he continued, turning to quickly thank the bartender as he approached with a short, round glass of what noah really hoped was scotch. "medium height, blonde hair, hot bod." he brought the glass to his lips, the drink burning in the back of his throat as he quickly took a small amount down. "i was a little tipsy, though. but i do distinctly remember something about a guy with a 'k' name and really wishing you were gay." he set the glass down with a bit finality, not wanting to drink too much now that he knew who he was around. "sound familiar?"
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Post by icarus mcgregor koufidakis on Dec 18, 2011 16:12:08 GMT -5
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this is love in america shit, shit, shit. he was catching on. he had caught icarus in the act, and now he was going to harass him with gay vibes until he gave in and admitted that he knew who he was. as this man moved closer and closer to icarus, he got more tempted to punch him in his face. of course he wouldn't, because if this was adaline's new 'man' then he was going to try his best to appease him- and punching him in the face was not the way to do that. this didn't mean that he had to undergo his freaky gay pick up lines, though. "well that's funny, because i distinctly remember seeing you before. and i never forget a pretty face." well maybe he was mistaking icarus' face for another one. it could happen, after all. they had only been face to face for a couple minutes, anyway, and it was apparent that he was more than just a little tipsy. it's possible that he really didn't know that icarus was icarus, ex-boyfriend of adaline taylor. he really doubted that, though, because he seemed pretty adamant. "you were talking to a girl, though, medium height, blonde hair, hot bod." there were tons of girl's in this club that were of medium height, blonde hair, and had hot bodies. just because these people were gay, it didn't mean they didn't talk to the opposite gender- take this guy for example. he really was a flaming homosexual, and he had ada were supposedly best friends. noah could have seen another man that looked like icarus talking to adaline. then... then all hopes of not being recognized went down the drain.
"i was a little tipsy, though. but i do distinctly remember something about a guy with a 'k' name and really wishing you were gay." he knew his name started with a k. that was no coincidence. finally, the bartender came around. "hey! can i have another water? or two, this time, maybe? really... really thirsty, thanks." when got nervous, he had a tendency to drink, and a lot. whether it be water or alcohol, he just needed something liquid and something cold down his throat. "sound familiar?" adaline sure knew how to pick'em, didn't she? het inhaled, and then let out a deep sigh. he turned to look at him again, accepting his defeat. "congratulations, nancy drew. you caught me." the bar tender returned with two bottles of water and icarus pulled both towards him. "so what do you want? there must be something, or else you wouldn't have come over here. right?" there had to be, whether it was to tell him how much he sucked or that he was screwing with adaline's head. whatever it was he had come over to tell him, he probably already knew it. I'M LAZY HE'S WEARING WHAT HE IS IN THE BANNER, IDGAF IT'S SHORT LOL I'M TIRED THIS IS ALL YOU GET. LUV U <3 there can be only one mikey! of caution 2.0 |
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Post by noah everett cervantes on Dec 18, 2011 16:31:18 GMT -5
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busted. he knew it was him, and he took a nice victory drink to reward himself, closing his eyes against the burning sensation and wondering when in the hell he actually started taking victory drinks at all. not that it mattered. the point of it was that, once again, he had been right and had correctly identified the man he had chosen a seat next to. it was just further proof that he had the golden memory of the gods and anybody who dared to contradict him he would now reference to icarus so that he could tell them that yes noah was some freaky gay guy who approached people in bars and relayed how they met. but it wouldn't matter how he described it because hell - noah would be right. and that was what mattered in life now anyway. though it was something of a curiosity that the guy tried to deny it in the first place. what, did he think noah was going to try and convince him to stay away from adaline? to get drunk and be gay instead? come on, he was predatory, but he wasn't that bad. surely one sentence couldn't have given him the creeper impression, especially after he'd seen noah drunk before.
"it's noah, actually," he said, completely ignoring the slightly patronizing comparison in favor of introducing himself properly. he wasn't sure if adaline ever talked about him to be honest, and it was always polite to let people know who he was. that way they could remember the next time they encountered him and they wouldn't have to run through the whole act later. "and you're a bad liar. that's not my fault." which was a lie. it was chance and narcissism that had led him to knowing that he was right; that and a killer memory, of course. it had nothing to do with how transparent icarus was; it was simply that noah bested him in a category that he took pride in. being right. he moved his glass in small, slow circles, swishing the scotch around the base and watching that before looking back at icarus eventually.
he didn't know why the guy was getting so defensive. it's not like noah was going to arrest him for daring to talk to his roomie. adaline was a pretty girl; it happened. noah was a gay man; he didn't care. it wasn't like he was some guy pretending to be gay so that she'd live with him and maybe one day realize that she actually loved him and then he'd come out as bi and they'd live happily ever after. no, he wasn't into that bullshit. he was gay, gayer than the fourth of july, queerer than a three dollar bill. he liked dick. so unless he was homophobic, which he doubted as he willingly put himself in a bar filled with homosexuals, he didn't see why the guy was so on edge. "so what do you want? there must be something, or else you wouldn't have come over here. right?" noah snorted. yeah. right. "don't flatter yourself, dear ex-boyfriend of my darling roommate," he said with a smirk. "i was just escaping from some drama between boyfriends and decided to head to the bar. it was merely by chance that i sat next to you." he raised an eyebrow. "unless there's a reason i should be looking for you. in that case, yeah asshole, i'm here wondering what it is you've done."
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Post by icarus mcgregor koufidakis on Dec 19, 2011 23:23:17 GMT -5
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this is love in america "and you're a bad liar. that's not my fault." was this kid a psychic? icarus was a horrible liar. he could do a lot of things- he had a fairly good voice when it came to singing, he could speak two languages upon his native greek tongue, he could finish ap calculus problems in a breeze, and he could charm women with a crinkle of his nose, but icarus could not lie. he couldn't act and he couldn't look something in the face and not be honest. that's why he had looked everywhere but at noah when he was trying to convince the boy that he didn't know a thing about him. a lie. it didn't matter, though, because his efforts didn't prevail. so, he laughed at his obvious statement. icarus didn't like to admit he was wrong or had flaws, because he liked to believe that he was flawless and always right. he had a feeling that if he tried to argue against noah, though, this guy would win- he was gay, and gay guys always seemed to be a lot more sassy and a little more better with verbally fighting than straight men. he wasn't discriminating against them or anything. it was just a little something that he had picked up from being friends morgan. he had never won an argument with that boy.
then the real sass came. his comment before wasn't nearly as terrifying as this one. and yes, he said terrifying. he could stand up to anyone, but people of his kind of sexuality. he didn't know what it was, but for some reason, he just couldn't. maybe it was because he didn't want to be accused of being some gay-hater if he punched or yelled at a homosexual in the face, or even merely defended himself against on. it could have been that morgan would get on his cage about how us homosexuals are sassy people, and you just have to expect it and deal with it, and that's why he coped with attitude from gay people. either one of those justified why he was so afraid of being rude to people with sexualities that weren't straight, and why he got so freaked out when they really snapped at him. so, yeah, this was scary for icarus. "don't flatter yourself, dear ex-boyfriend of my darling roommate, i was just escaping from some drama between boyfriends and decided to head to the bar. it was merely by chance that i sat next to you. unless there's a reason i should be looking for you. in that case, yeah asshole, i'm here wondering what it is you've done."
"actually, i've been perfect these past few days." for the most part, it was true. he had admitted his love for adaline, he'd apologized at least more than several times, which was a lot for only have seeing her three times, and he'd even asked her on a date that wasn't really a date. he was making everything up to her, and while it may take a little more than a week to make a year's worth of suffering right, he was on his way. he cracked one of the bottles of water and took a gulp before returning to their 'conversation.' "while you're here, though," he paused, shifting on the stool to be able to look at him, "i'd like to thank you." it may have sounded silly, but he had things to thank noah for. keeping adaline sane, helping her back on her feet after icarus dropped her on her ass, being gay and not straight, but most of all? for keeping her in the united states. |
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Post by noah everett cervantes on Dec 20, 2011 20:26:31 GMT -5
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not much fun, this icarus fellow. didn't put up much of a fight. didn't get really sarcastic. didn't even react poorly to his words. it was boring, and if he were anyone else, noah would have excused him and walked off on the grounds that this was a bar, and he didn't go to a bar to get bored to death. but as it were, this was icarus - icarus with the stupid as fuck last name and the pretty as hell face and most charming as shit eyes and adaline was interested in him. and because noah for the life of him couldn't figure out why other than the fact that the man was fit as hell, he decided to stick around and see if he could get a little something interesting out of him. a decent comeback. a snarky remark. a funny joke. anything really. there had to be something that kept adaline interested. that girl got bored jumping off of buildings and fighting lions and running from nuclear bomb explosions. if icarus wasn't endearing in some way....well, she wouldn't bother. so he stayed. it was more interesting that boyfriend drama that wasn't his own, anyway.
oh he'd been perfect these past few days, had he? noah chuckled to himself. right. judging by adaline's off behavior and her getting drunk without him (something he was still ass hurt about - getting drunk and singing pop songs was a group activity, after all) that wasn't a statement that was entirely true. of course addie hadn't said anything bad against the man, but noah knew a thing or two about infatuation, having a fair share of people in that state about him as it were. she wasn't about to point out his flaws, especially to noah who was known for being a vengeful guy around town who would do anything to get back at someone who had wronged him. and that didn't usually extend out to people that he cared about as he cared for very few people that much in this state but adaline was a different story. she was his female half, and he'd definitely stick up for her in any way he could. it was really no wonder she pulled the whole, "it's not him it's me," card when she was acting out of character this week. it was okay - he understood. people said the same to their friends about him.
though he honestly hoped to god that icarus wasn't treating adaline the way that he treated people or he really would have to beat his ass. and not in the way either one of them would enjoy. although it would admittedly be a fair punishment.
but enough of that. his point was that he doubted icarus had been perfect these past few days. it just wasn't something guys did to girls they had a history of hurting. to people they had a history of hurting, really. life's a never-ending cycle and it repeats itself. but he didn't say any of that; no need to get rude or pissy because the last thing he wanted was this guy to go crying to adaline about it. addie was little, but she was fierce, and only a moron would do something to piss her off and earn themselves one of her "i'm very disappointed in you, mister," speeches. so instead he stuck with that chuckle and took another drink to shut himself up. and then...then icarus was thanking him and noah raised a curious eyebrow and eyed the man up and down once again. it was a stare that some would call patronizing but honestly? he just sat down next to the guy. what did he have to thank him for? "thank me?" he repeated with a smirk. "for what? and for the love of all things gay and holy, don't say being so damn sexy because that is honestly the most horrible pick up line that i have ever encountered. never gets you past first base."
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