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[RAPHAEL]

I'M GONNA MAKE A COMEBACK
GONNA DIG SIX FEET UP TONIGHT
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it was hard to believe that the apocalypse was upon mortal earth, especially with so few tell-tale signs to the naked eye. to say it would be a shock to the mortal race was a monumental understatement. but as an angel of the lord, raphael had seen the signs growing ever abundant for years. there had been many instances prior to this that indicated the destruction of the world was nigh; world war one and two, small pox epidemics, tsunamis. while the angels had little insight as to the choices of god until they were in action, he did not believe this was how the events of time would play out. these races of monsters were killing off what his father had worked so hard to create and as punishment to their kind, he was there to smite them all. it was the word of god…and that word he was designed to follow. but raphael just wasn’t sure that was the virtuous thing to do anymore. many of the angels, even the messenger gabriel, had lost contact with their father almighty and were acting out in the dark. whereas some sought to continue his work and allow for all of earth to be destroyed, raph simply couldn’t have that. for thousands of years, since the dawning of man, raphael had saved those so deserving as he was instructed. but as of late, he was straying from his usual tendencies. he should have fallen by now, but he still was allowed his home in heaven and had his powers to boot. he chalked it up to the absence of his father and the chaos, even among the clouds.

a heaven hand dragged across his watching pool, the waters rippling until they revealed a clear picture. it was as though he had his own personal view of earth right before him, just as each angel had. in the past, he was able to see only those who were in need of his help, and nothing more. but since the war erupted, the charm over the basin seemed to be broken. he gazed upon those who needed his help, but not only those who were assigned by the lord. he had been told to help those who had done no wrong, those worthy of being saved. for years, this had pained raphael, as he wanted to help every mortal. he watched for a moment as the picture played out before him, revealing a stunning young woman who was clutching her neck. his duties called to him. it had taken a flash of light, nothing more than a mere second for raphael to find himself upon earth. nothing here seemed as beautiful as the heavens above, but this park seemed to be about as close to perfection as the mortal world got. it was hard for him to believe that someone in need of his help could be harmed here, but the supernatural race never failed to surprise him…and not in a good way either.

the mortal woman was clearly unaware he was even in her presence, focusing her attention on applying pressure to her neck. clearly vampires were at fault here, something he could tell without even seeing the wound upon her neck. had it been a lycan attack or demons at play, the woman would likely not have lived to tell the tale. he could not bring them back from the dead, but in her state, raphael could save her yet. he moved to her, catching her in his arms just as she collapsed from the amount of blood she had lost. the angel laid her gently on the ground, moving her bloodstained hand from her neck to observe her injury. she had already grown pale and cold to the touch, warning him that he needed to work quickly. he let his fingers brush over the bite on her neck gently, his fingertips glowing with an unearthly ember. the punctures began to shrink until nothing was left on her skin but fresh crimson blood.

he should have known better than to expect her to spring to life immediately, but he loved seeing that part of his job…knowing he was the sole reason for their continued life. raphael placed his hand under her head and lifted it gently, brushing a few stray hairs away from her delicate cheek with the other. without so much as a second thought, he met her lips with his, breathing the ch’i back into her. he could see the flutter of her eyelids as she regained her strength, realizing he had succeeded, but raphael did not stop. his lips continued to explore hers, enjoying her warmth breath upon him. this was one thing that should have caused him to fall, but he couldn’t help it. he was designed to be free from the fruits of the body, but several thousand years alone caused the mind to wander.

it took only a few moments for the woman to make it to her feet, looking quite confused as she questioned raphael for some sort of explanation. ”you were attacked…fell and hit your head…” he brushed his hand against her arm, letting his fingertips glow once more. ”you’ll go home and rest, forget about what happened…and be more careful about wandering alone at night.” as he released her, she seemed to snap out of the trance he had placed her in. she nodded in acknowledgement before scurrying down the well-lit path and on her. well, he felt partially accomplished anyway….except for the hollow in his heart.

raphael let his feet find their way to the large fountain that stood at the center of the park. yes, this was as glorious as earth god, but he still cared enough for it to protect its human inhabitants. he emitted a soft sigh as he lowered himself to the marble wall of the fountain, letting his fingers run across the waters and he lost himself in his thoughts.

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[EHREN R SPARKS]

I wanna see the dirt under your skin
I want the guts and glory baby

Tonight she should have been gone, long gone. In the woods, away from society, away from people in general. It was not a full moon, nor was it close to a full moon, but the wolf inside was restless, pacing its skin cage, waiting for the moment to break free. Ehren was cautious, she kept the wolf fed, although she was not full, she was not hungry either. Yet, her experience at the zoo, the smell of blood on Greyson…the boy she had wanted to rip apart…the oh so lovely Greyson distraction had worn off and the wolf demanded attention, demanded to be let free to stretch its legs and eat its fill. The young lycan knew there was a very good chance she would shift that night, the slightest provocation and she was sure the wolf would find the weakness and exploit it, finding its way free. After her struggle at the zoo, she would not fight it. She couldn’t. There were few instances where she had fought it and every time it brought more pain than when she let it happen without struggle.

Despite her restless nature, she was not hunting, she was merely walking…enjoying the night air and the night life when she had decided to take a turn to the park, beautiful as it was, its real beauty was not something she would ever see. She had seen photo’s of it in moon light, but such brightness could only come from one thing, a full moon. Ehren didn’t remember those nights; they were forgotten in the bloody haze that was her new life. As depressing as it sounded, she did not mind this consequence, when Ehren awoke after every full moon she felt alive, satisfied and energized. Of course, she was often nude, in the woods, covered in blood or next to whoever she had killed. The body frightened her most, but at least she knew whom she was killing, some did not have that luxury. Some killed and left the body in their flesh-crazed state, off to kill something else, but she had come to realize that her wolf form was lazy after a good meal. It wandered, but unless it stumbled upon someone or someone was nearby- it wasn’t worth the additional hunt.

“I see the wolf hasn’t completely taken you over yet.” The words of Greyson ran through her mind, making her brows furrow in deep thought. She disagreed, there was hardly a moment in her mind that the wolf was not showing her the pack way- the animal way of things. With an animalistic mindset and an arrogance and snarkiness to match, she wasn’t the friendliest of lycans, but then again, she hadn’t met many to judge that from. Greyson and the one that turned her are the only ones she had stayed around long enough to judge. The one who turned her had been a sorry beast, he hated what he was and although he had tried to resist her demands, he eventually gave in. Grey was different; he was an asshole, a man-whore, and yet- she was somehow attracted to his personality- and his body obviously. He hated that she had opted for the bite, not fought against it, but that had become a norm, the lycans she had ran across disagreed with her, few admired her for her choice. No one had asked why she had chosen the bite nor had anyone ever tried to see it from her perspective. To her, there was a consequence to every action, every choice, but each choice and action had something to gain as well. The bites advantages outweighed the consequences for her. Of course, no one asked so no one knew her logic in it all.

The smell of blood shook her from her thoughts, or rather, alarmed her enough to make her stop in her tracks. Instinctively she shuffled off of the path, slipping into shadows that could obscure her dainty little body while she figured out where it was coming from. The wolf inside spoke, wanting to be let free, but she waited, reminding the beast that he was not hungry and that his time to run would be soon enough. She had long figured out that it did not care if she was in the middle of town or in the middle of the woods, if it wanted to run, it would…and when it did, it would leave a trail of bodies in its wake. The young lycan moved forward, but cautiously, she was not the fastest, but only the rumored hybrid or an older lycan bested her in strength, she was not worried about a human. If a human harmed her she would welcome the shift, freeing the simmering wolf inside and have herself a meal, but that was not the case. She smelled something else, but she could not place it.

Of course, when she found the body bodies, she stopped, watching quietly under the dark shadows of a tree, leaning quietly against the trunk as the man’s palms gave off an ember glow. Without any sign or reason her eyes shifted from dark brown, flashing a wolfish gold before returning to their original color. This was not a regular occurance for the lycan, but she was suddenly nervous. Get away. The wolf said, for once, she started to listen, backing away until his lips touched hers. Once more her body froze, now curious about what was going on. Angel’s aren’t allowed to do that. For a moment she wondered if he wanted to fall and not be given so many restrictions on life. Ehren listened to him tell the woman that she had fallen and that she should go home. Patiently she waited, kicking back the instincts that told her to leave the park and go to the woods. After the woman had left the man walked off, reluctantly, she followed, staying to the shadows as best she could. She moved slower than he did- much slower, but he was the only other person there, he wasn’t hard to find.

Finally, she pushed herself out of the shadows, keeping her distance, letting the nervousness of the wolf take over, this man was a stranger and strangers were to be approached with caution when they smelled…off. This stranger was off, but he was an angel, by all rights she should not have been there, Ehren should have run when she had the chance. She was a bold lycan but that was merely her personality, her heart if you will, it was not often she ran away. too late now. “You healed her.” She said, not a question, but an observation. She was not a fool, if she was going to dance with the angel, then she was at least going to act somewhat new to the scene of supernatural. “And kissed her.” She took another tentative step forward. The sentence was pointed, why was he in Gods good graces? why hadn’t he fallen. Did that mean he was not on the hunt for the supernatural? She hoped not.







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Let's get you wasted and alone
I wanna see your animal side

[RAPHAEL]

I'M GONNA MAKE A COMEBACK
GONNA DIG SIX FEET UP TONIGHT
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for an archangel to visit earth was almost unheard of. unless obtaining some monumental word from god that was of utmost importance, there simply was no reason. raphael had spent nearly all of his life in the skies above, watching the mortal world down below as if they were ants on the pavement. he used such a simile to describe them because that’s all they were to him. though he vowed to protect them, even now in the absence of his father, he still saw them as the such an insignificant part of life…but without them, he would have no daily tasks to see to. he had travelled to land seldom, to care for those in which god saw fit to carry on. and even then, his journeys were short and to the point. it was a daunting job, having always been faced with a ultimatum: serve in the name of the lord, or fall from the skies. for each human that fell subject to an act of violence or got struck with an illness, he felt the need to heal them….but he acted upon the orders he was given, and only those. if he had defied his father and helped each of those he truly wished to, he would have fallen from the skies long ago.

but now, being a part of heaven seemed like something of his distant past. the small things he had gone out of his way to do should have sent him spiraling down nearly a year ago, but they had yet to. he seemed more connected with mortal earth now than any other time in his long life and he supposed it was because of his father’s unknown hiatus. it was still his duty to protect the people here and he wasn’t going to pick and choose this time; they all needed to be saved. most of his brothers were going to great lengths to preserve the nature of heaven and the acts in which the lord had instilled upon them. but while they were playing hush-hush, he decided it was his job to act upon his own accord. his father had made it clear, by being nowhere to be found, that the world was to endure a cleansing…or worse, an apocalypse. from there, he would start anew. raphael simply couldn’t agree with that notion, even if it meant being stripped of his powers and sent to the depths of purgatory. he had no real ties to this earthly place, but he was willing to risk his own salvation for it. a part of him knew it was because it was what he was created to do; hardwired into his mind, if you will. but the other half teetered on the edge of curiosity, tempting him to see just how far he could push his boundaries before they gave.

it was hard to believe that the man sitting in the center of balboa park was indeed an angel. to the naked eye, he would have appeared just like any other guy. his youthful glow and thirty-something face gave off the illusion that he was barely a quarter of a century old….nothing near the thousands of years that he actually called his age. he was handsome, something to be said of most angels, but it was the ink all over his skin wouldn’t have necessarily provided him with a heavenly vibe. aside from simply liking the ink, the served a useful purpose: protection. each one was a sort of charm or hex, designed to keep anything from harming a vessel of god. they were no pleasant thing to acquire, however, having been burned into his flesh(due to him being an angel, this was quite the difficult task). over all, he was an attractive man, but that hadn’t meant he was vain by any means. after all, that would be a sin, right?

raphael could sense her before she emerged before him….the lycan, that is. unlike the beasts who used their sense of smell to find their prey, raphael could sense her energy the moment she started to ease toward him. still, he remained rather motionless as he sat near the fountain. apparently peace was not something that would come easily for him on this night;, not like it had for the last few years either, but a guy could dream. his hand wandered to the sabre that was tucked inside his coat. he knew he would not need it to kill any supernatural beings, but held it close to him in case any of his brothers decided to rain on this parade. it was the only thing that could destroy him or any of his kind, so mind you, he wasn’t too keen on letting it out of his sight. relaxing as he felt the blade tucked in his sheath, he waiting for the young woman to find him.

it had taken only minutes since he first sensed her for him to wander across him, he listened as she questioned him, offering a few moments of silence before he decided to grace her with his attention. it wasn’t necessarily that he thought himself better than her, as he tried to be humble as possible, but more so the fact that she was something he sought to destroy. raphael couldn’t help but offer a slightly inquisitive look as he glanced over her, noting how strong her aura was. many people were lucky to have one faint color that burned around them….but she had many. the blue shown bright for her emotional depth, the red for her passion and strength, and bright orange for her emotional expression. it meant little to anyone besides him, but it told him quite a bit about her…not that he was going to befriend her anytime soon. she was a monster.

”that is what my father created me for…to heal. and certainly the poor humans needs my help more than ever; healing against the monsters that seek to destroy them.” he made the comment passive aggressively, clearly directing it toward the woman. he knew who she was, he was not stupid. not just the lycan aspect, no, he knew who ehren sparks was. ”it’s the easiest way to heal. if you’re looking to criticize, just be thankful the lord hasn’t stricken you down yet.” it wasn’t always his intention to be so cruel, but rather just the mindset he had been brainwashed into living by. ”i almost saved you, once.” of course he was referring to when she was bitten. he had watched from his pool, observing the situation. however, it quickly became clear that this was a life she had chosen for herself and there was just no justification for that. ”why waste such a good life only to become a killer?” he wanted nothing more than to punish her for her sins, but he himself was not a role model at this point in time. perhaps that was why he kept speaking….to get her off the subject of himself.

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lyrics - - - comeback ,, redlight king.
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[EHREN R SPARKS]

I wanna see the dirt under your skin
I want the guts and glory baby

Ehren had never met an angel. She had heard rumors and myths, but staring at the man before her she could tell that the majority were false. He had a slight glow, as did many of the supernatural, but it was soft and rather hard to see. His wings- well if he had them she could not see them, perhaps he was able to hide them, how else would the angel ‘fly down from heaven’? It made sense that he would be able to hide them; after all, humans would be more likely to notice a winged man kneeling and kissing a woman than some random guy. She had certainly been expecting a vampire, not an angel, at the scene of the crime. Quick on his feet….er..wings… She thought, regarding him impassively as he decided whether or not to give her the time of day. She waited, her patience- although remarkable as a mortal had been stretched and ran thin as a lycan, Ehren blamed the temper that came with being a lycan. Still, she knew better than to get angry in the presence of this man she doubted that he would think twice if she started to shift. Why she was still there was just as surprising as it was when he turned towards her and acknowledged she was even there.

He stared at her inquisitively and she responded with a tilt of her head. What about her made him curious? Of course, she knew nothing of the fact that he knew her, knew her decision, although by this point she was wondering if it was stamped across her forehead. Deciding to take advantage of the moment, she let her eyes wander over what was uncovered of his body, noting with interest the tattoos. She did not understand them, how could she have known it was for protection? Ehren did not talk to angels on most days. Tonight, she was bold and tomorrow she was likely to yell at herself for being so brazen. That is, if she were alive to see the dawn, with him, she had yet to decide if lingering was a good option. He did not seem overly eager to destroy her, if he were why would he be so curious? Why would he not gain the knowledge he wanted before deciding whether she was a good lycan (or as good as they could be anyway) or a bad lycan.

His comment made her lips twitch in the beginnings of a smile. She caught his drift, calling her the monster, but she merely looked to the side, in the direction the girl had gone, dark brown eyes never flickered, they remained a human color. It was obvious she was chewing of his words and choosing hers very carefully as she returned her eyes to him, a slight distrustful look swimming in their depths. She was technically a monster and her attitude did not make her much better on the long list of monsters. “I don’t see it that way…for the most part.” One great thing about Ehren was her eagerness to prove her opinion, the way she spoke was with finality- while her opinion was inclined to change, when she held an opinion, she was confident and sure of herself. Even her appearance shifted slightly when she spoke to the angel; she straightened a bit, lifting her head so that he could look upon her clearly without shadow hiding her facial features. “I kill people to survive, yeah I may kill an innocent person now…but that’s not how I want it to always be.” Ehren did not believe all humans were innocent- hell she had been one and knew from experience and observation that humans could be monsters all on their own without being a supernatural creature.

When he spoke again, revealing it was the quickest way to heal, she frowned slightly. His passive aggression was still in his voice, but Ehren made an effort to ignore it, focusing on the information that he had given her about healing for the moment, it was far more interesting than getting angry and dying. “Seemed to me like your kiss lingered.” She had no idea how long a kiss took to heal, but she had seen plenty of movies where the ‘hero’ let a kiss go on just a little too long. Perhaps she was wrong, should the angel tell her he hadn’t she would easily shrug it off and figure her logic was wrong. After all, he was an angel, why would he lie? What he said next made her eyes sharpen and her body tense. Ehren had not known he had been watching, nor did she know that he knew how she became a lycan. The calm and passive lycan female immediately shifted to a more defensive mindset. If he knew, why was he not killing her? Why was he talking to her? She never thought that he would ask the one question she wished someone would ask her. So, when he did present her with a variation of that sacred question, she sucked in a sharp breath of air unsure of what to say or how to respond.

The lycan thought of walking off, she even took a moment to look around before deciding he would either harm her or just leave and she would not get the chance again. “I’ve always loved wolves. When I found the lycan that turned me I asked him a million questions about it…there were very few positive things he said about it. Even when I asked him pointed questions, it was negative.” She shrugged, she wasn’t lying, the lycan had hated what he was with every fiber of his being. “He didn’t like animals to begin with. So why would he like being turned into an ‘oversized rabid dog’.” She snorted at the man’s definition of himself. “I decided after a lot of thinking that the benefits- faster, stronger, graceful, immortal…being an animal…were worth the painful and mostly uncontrollable change.” How he took her explanation was completely up to him, but she was certain he would still consider her a killer, a monster and when she lost her temper or the full moon came around she agreed, she was a monster but she felt alive and strong. “Why live a life of weakness when you could live one that makes you feel alive and strong? You feel good when you heal people…right?” She asked, trying to grasp a way to make him understand what she was trying to say as she felt that her words were thus far failing her. “I felt like crap- not sick- just tired when I was a human. Sure, I had friends and family, but I was on the outside looking in on that life. I was there, but I felt out of place- a black sheep. As a lycan, being half what I love, I at least feel welcome and in a way, where I am supposed to be.” She failed to point out that because she had chosen the bite she was still rather outcast in any pack she tried to join- if they let her join them at all. Then again, she figured that was a give in considering most of them hated who they were and she loved it…aside from the killing.









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Let's get you wasted and alone
I wanna see your animal side

[RAPHAEL]

I'M GONNA MAKE A COMEBACK
GONNA DIG SIX FEET UP TONIGHT
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raphael had never been shy about his appearance to the moral eye. after all, the best way to get the word of the lord out and confirm the beliefs of humans was to let them see for themselves what beauty heaven provided. though he did not boast about his position, raphael was always an angel who was proud of what he was…proud to be serving in his father’s honor. with wings full spanned and his thick gold band around his neck, he would appear as an angel of the lord, ready to be stared at in wonder. many did not expect him to be so fully inked or as handsome as he was, but he could not help the way that his father made him.

as of late, however, he thought it best to somewhat keep his identity under wraps. he was not fearful or ashamed, but merely cautious to the things around him. the world here was corrupt, and even some of his brothers fell into that category. and with his wandering nature, he knew to stay under the radar…at least to a certain extent. his wings were tucked underneath his skin and clothing, almost as if they didn’t exist. hiding them created an uncomfortable cramped feeling in his body though he had learned to tolerate it. even when taking flight and using them, they often were camouflaged to match the blue sky…or at least, he did the best he could. removing his gold band (which was alternate to the halo) would mean his immediate fall, so instead, a simple, thin gold chain lay delicately over his collar bone. he knew better than to remove it, but this day, he wondered if anything would eve happen to him. after all, he had gotten away with things already that would have sent him crashing to earth…or worse: hell.

even raphael’s appearance had suffered in the absence of god. whereas he would have once been covered in white from head to toe, he offered his wardrobe a bit more color these days. he could not understand her perplexed wandering eye as she looked over him, but he should have realized it was his appearance that could be attributed to that. instead of his usual garb, he wore a simple white t-shirt and a pair of faded jeans. nothing adorned his feet, more so because he enjoyed the feeling of going barefoot more than anything. he worried little about stepping on anything, knowing the dangers of a mortal world could not harm him. had his father decided to return to duties and gaze upon him, raphael was sure he’d be punished greatly for his actions and lack of responsibility. but he was taking a risk in thinking that god was not going to return.

the angel observed the young woman for only a moment before turning his attention the skies above. the evening atmosphere was just as deceiving as this seemingly innocent girl before him. though she may have looked beautiful and as normal as the next mortal, such was just not true. deep within her bones, with the very structure that appeared to be human lie a monster, a wild animal that was trying to claw its way out. such a description was not unique to ehren sparks, but instead, to every single one of her kind. they were all after the same thing and raphael was after them in return. just as seemingly pure as the lycan, the skies were also concealing their true nature. the stars sparkled in the moonlight, allowing everyone on earth to relax in its peaceful glow. but only raphael and his brethren could have known what truly lie in the fate of the clouds. turmoil and chaos were at the heels of them all, threatening to send the world crashing down. raph listened to her words in the air once more, finding no need to answer her immediately. it was more the irritation he felt for her that led him to break the silence. in reality, she was nothing more than a traitor. ”you may not see it as so, but god does…if that even matters to you.” he had dealt with plenty of mortals who had lost faith in the lord and all he could say for that was that their end was no going to be so pleasant. ”you’ve committed treason against the mortal race….your race, just so you could have a chance at mortality? or was it the power you sought?” his tone was completely serious, his tone darkening with each word. ”in what world were you raised in which taking an innocent life was justifiable?” nothing like grilling the hell out of her…

”i do what i must to restore a broken life.” he muttered, thinking about the feeling of the woman’s lips against his. she may have been unconscious when he saved her, but her touch still felt good. something as much as a hug from someone was simply out of the question, but without anyone to watch over him, his loyalties were faltering. mind you, he was still keen on protecting the human race, but there wasn’t much else he saw fit to continue to do. brow furrowed slightly as she prodded him, his gaze rounding upon her sharply. she was far too beautiful to be such a deadly creature. he shook the thought form his head, letting his mind return to the agitated state. ”how dare you question my actions. i could have helped you once, but now you’re nothing more than a beast that needs to be put down.” with his words, the air around them shifted. it grew slightly colder and with that, a flash of lighting flew through the skies. it was a simply façade, and he doubted anyone else saw it other than the two of them. still, it was a mere warning of what he was capable of. raphael was the healing archangel, but that hadn’t meant that destruction was out of the question.

raphael had no intentions of letting this lycan walk off. he should have stricken her down right where she stood but a part of him was intrigued by her. he did not appreciate the things that she had done, but that hadn’t meant he was sorry for the company…even if it was not by choice. even if he didn’t intend on killing her, he would take her wherever she needed to be…whether that was hell, purgatory, or otherwise. raphael remained collected in his position, making no effort to show that he was overly interested in her. still, he could feel his feathers ruffle beneath his skin as she spoke about her decision. as far as he was concerned, there was no reason good enough to justify her actions. perhaps if she had stepped in front of a lycan to save a loved one, or something to that extent, he would be a bit more lenient. ”do not for one minute compare yourself to me. i am doing the work my father instructed me to do; i am helping humans, not maiming them.” he gave himself a moment to regain his composure, but was having a difficult time. more than anything, he wanted to fight and argue with her like a little child…like a sibling who always had to have the upper hand. ”if there ever came a day that i was no longer useful to this earth, i would find a means to an end.” he retorted, hinting that she was no longer useful to the earth. his hints weren’t all too subtle, if that wasn’t obvious.

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