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| Betrothal Bash at The Playhouse; The Engagement of PapaC and J Delight | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Nov 29 2004, 11:40 PM (2,608 Views) | |
| Caer Rialis | Dec 9 2004, 06:53 AM Post #76 |
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Asleep
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**Backstage** **Stepping into the dressing room, the emcee is overwhelmed by case and case of Sparkling Springs water** Ah, Sparkling Springs! Sparkling Springs! These people really are first rate . . . Hey, the dates on these bottles....THis water expired in 2001! What is this world coming to? **ring ring** Yeah? What did you say the part was? Uh-huh? Ghocchio in that latest found Shakespeare comedy, RomeoBob JulietPants? You know, somehow I don't think the Bard wrote that. The Bard? Well, it's what they call Shakespeare. Yes, they do. No, they didn't call him Billy-Bob. No, not that either. Listen, do you even know drama? I mean, really, anything beyond Power Rangers? No, again, I'm telling you, I am too old to be the Blue Power Ranger. Just find me a better part. Oh, you say they'll pay me that much? Well, then, send me the contract. **Knock knock....Dance number ending, sir** Gotta Go |
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| kloister | Dec 9 2004, 07:02 AM Post #77 |
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Fudgie's 'Fronk'...
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*The motorcycle messenger pulls up to the kerb where Kloister is stood taking a few breaths of fresh air...* Ere matey boy...This ere package is for the Emcee...Can you sign for it and make sure he gets it... Sure no problem and I print and sign my name...Take the slim package and turn away from the messenger intent on taking it straight to the Emcee... Well that was not sealed very well...As a sheet of photographic paper slips from inside and lands on the pavement print side up... Kloister stoops down to pick it up and cannot help but cast his eyes briefly over the rather bright image... ![]() Gently sliding the picture back into the package Kloister hurries backstage to find the Emcee making his final preparations for going back onto the stage... |
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| Caer Rialis | Dec 9 2004, 07:06 AM Post #78 |
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Asleep
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**Rushing from the dressing room in a garishly bright Hawaiian shirt and khakis, thje Emcee finds himself faced by a man with a poorly sealed thin package** Can I help you? I need to introduce the next bit |
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| kloister | Dec 9 2004, 07:13 AM Post #79 |
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Fudgie's 'Fronk'...
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Hi Emcee...Glad to have found you before your next spot...I signed for this package on your behalf and unfortunately it was not sealed too good and one sheet of the contents fell out...Hopefully no damage done and you can be assured of my discretion in the matter...Nudge Nudge Wink Wink... ![]() *Hands the delivery to Emcee...* |
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| Caer Rialis | Dec 9 2004, 07:22 AM Post #80 |
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Asleep
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**Takes the package, examinign the photo . . . then leafing through the rest, all on a similar theme** My my my. Maybe I should consider that part . . . **Wild applause for the end of Parrrrtay's dance number** Pardon me. I need to go on. **hands the package to a waiting dwarf and ambles onstage** Wowser! Wowser! Wowser! Let's give it up for that Parrrtay! Wowser! Now, for our next number. Sure, some people say that the concertina is passé; others run screaming from the room when they here the first few chords vibrate from the music box; still more rush out to buy ear plugs. Me, though, nothing gets me going in the morning like a good concertina. So, let's give a big South Pacific welcome to the Incredible Jack Tarr, the Sailing Man! |
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| Nan | Dec 9 2004, 07:41 AM Post #81 |
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filosofi Doktor
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*Noticing all the mayhem going on, not to mention the sweat and blood, the boys from Miss Bunny's School for Wayward Musicians move closely around Nan to protect her should anything "odd" happen...* Here's one of the boys ![]() Here's a little Logo from the Swedish band I asked to play in one of the side rooms, they're playing one of there songs, "A Little Blessing" for PC and JD....
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| Caer Rialis | Dec 9 2004, 08:23 AM Post #82 |
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Asleep
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Up front a trio of midnight blue Fnord Towncars pull up before the playhouse. Bodyguards in black suits, sunglasses, and the obligatory white ear-piece within their right ears, step out of the fist and third car. They signal the all-clear. Out from the center car steps Aidan MacAillil, Tanist of Caer Rialis. Wearing a black mock turtleneck beneath his charcoal grey suit, he looks around then turns back to the car No, Pop, leave the crossbow. Please, leave it. I know, I know that they are everywhere, but, well they're not here. Okay, you can take one of those. He breathes a sigh of relief as Mad Oscar emerges, dressed something like this ![]() He turns to his son Okay, laddie, let's go a-hunting the Undead |
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| j delight | Dec 9 2004, 09:42 AM Post #83 |
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*JD and PC enjoy the last strains of the musical gift from Nan, and return to the foyer, only to be greatly amused at the arrival of Aidan and Oscar, who at first glance, appears to have no weapons on his person, but you never know with those crazy black dusters. They look at each other and wonder with great concern if Starcra is still lurking about* Greetings! Welcome. Good to see you *They say, and surrepticiously frisk their new guests.... yup packin, the both of them, JD says to herself. This night just gets curiouser and curioser... JD pulls one of the hankies that Kreft gave her, from her cleavage and dobs her eyes. I haven't laughed so hard since the champagne sporran incident. * Honey are you sure you still want to marry me? Never a dull moment, I'll guarantee. |
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| PapaC | Dec 9 2004, 09:56 AM Post #84 |
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0.5 Steamie; 0.5 FBB
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Curiouser and curiouser ... yes it certainly does, thinks PapaC in italics, amazed and yet somehow not surprised at all that he can read JD's thoughts. I've never seen anything quite like it. A rampaging rampant dragon, the beer tent demolition, dwarfs all over the place, armed cellar invasions, Parrrrtay in a daze, and an incredible talent show as well. And just when you thought you couldn't ask for anything more, now we have these two hunting the Undead. Hmmmmmmm better warn Kloister I suppose. That DJ looked very undead to me. PC produces a string of garlic bulbs from his sporran and hangs one around JD's neck. Not quite as fragrant as Chanel No.5 I'm afraid, but it comes a fairly close second. |
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| Military Force | Dec 9 2004, 10:03 AM Post #85 |
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Wandering Ghost
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*Shoulders rifle and draws pistol, bringing it up with both hands as he slowly steps towards the intoxicated pair* *he nudges Parrrtay with the toe of his boot* Yeah she's out. Sooo... who drugged them? *heads towards a door on the far side of the room, and takes up position to one side of it* Gonna back me up here? |
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| kloister | Dec 9 2004, 10:08 AM Post #86 |
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Fudgie's 'Fronk'...
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I nudge just a little closer to the group gathered at the far end of the bar...'Go on...Repeat it...' I think to myself...I did not have to wait that long...And it was what I thought...A rumour had surfaced that one of the DJ's on my payroll was thought to be of the 'Undead' persuasion...Well with undead hunters in the vicinity I had to call on the BIA to ensure the DJ's safety...Can't have no hunters going off half cocked and ruining the evenings proceedings... |
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| j delight | Dec 9 2004, 10:11 AM Post #87 |
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Oh my.... nothing says love... or something, like a string of garlic. Thanks, babe. Starcra and Van Helsing tell me that this won't work, however, and I'm afraid we'll just have to stick to letting the guests sort themselves out and try not to get eaten. :lol: Sounds like Uncle Jacky is next on the docket, wanna... but her sentence is interrupted by the sound of wild laughter and manly groaning Sassy and Cowboy! they say in unison (this is getting ridiculous ) A tray of cheese tarts comes flying out of one of the side rooms and the badgers scurry around in a panic. |
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| PapaC | Dec 9 2004, 11:02 AM Post #88 |
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0.5 Steamie; 0.5 FBB
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The cheese tarts are followed closely by an enormous tray of JAM tarts and the demeanour of the scurrying badgers changes from panic to sheer ecstacy. Abandoning all semblance of politeness and decorum, and pushing the strings of garlic discarded by PC and JD to one side, they descend on the tarts and devour them ravenously. Having satisfied their hunger, they meander off to search for other interesting things to do like racing each other or playing football with the hamsters. |
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| kloister | Dec 9 2004, 11:16 AM Post #89 |
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Fudgie's 'Fronk'...
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Mr Jones deciding that he needs a bevvy or several to swill down the impromptu feast of cheese and JAM tarts goes via the bar and signals to the others his intentions to meet up with them in a short while...One balletic leap onto the bar stool next to Kloister and the pair are enjoying a very tasty Creme de Menthe together for the first time in what seems a very long time...Kloister turns and welcomes his companion with the familial greeting of the ol' chucker on the shoulder... |
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| j delight | Dec 9 2004, 12:11 PM Post #90 |
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Standing close together in the middle of the chaos, JD and PC laugh and joke together about all sorts of great memories... bubble gum and song lyrics, kneecapping and aquamice. Suddenly JD realizes that her white sapphire engagement ring is covered in cheese and jam
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| Jack_Tarr | Dec 9 2004, 12:36 PM Post #91 |
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Exhaulted Master - Dominion of Darryayah
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*Along with Darryayah's #1 crack Seal Unit and two of his best Chantey Men, JT takes the stage. As they the musicians set up the microphones, the seals toss earplugs to all in the audience.*![]() *The group sings out:* "In Portsmouth town there lived a maid Mark well what I do say! In Portsmouth town there lived a maid The British Navy was her trade, I'll go no more a-rovin' with you fair maid. A-rovin', a-rovin', since rovin's been my ru-i-in I'll go no more a-rovin' with you fair maid. She swore to me that she was true Mark well what I do say! She's true to me, she's true to you She's true to the whole damn Navy, too I'll go no more a-rovin' with you fair maid. I put me hand upon her toe Mark well what I do say! I put me hand upon her toe Sez she,"Young man, you're rather low" I'll go no more a-rovin' with you fair maid. I took this maid out for a walk Mark well what I do say— I took this maid out for a walk And we had such a lovely talk; I’ll go no more a rovin’ with you, fair maid I didn’t tell her stories two, Mark well what I do say— I didn’t tell her stories two, Of the gold we found in Timbuktu! I’ll go no more a rovin’ with you, fair maid I sat this maid upon my knee, Mark well what I do say— I sat this maid upon my knee, Said she, “Piss Off, and let me be!” I’ll go no more a rovin’ with you, fair maid Now if you’d know this maiden’s name, Mark well what I do say— Now if you’d know this maiden’s name, Why soon, like mine, ‘twill be the same. I’ll go no more a rovin’ with you, fair maid One night I crept from my abode Mark etc. One night I crept from my abode To meet this fair maid down the road I met this fair maid after dark And took her to her favorite park. I took this fair maid for a walk And we had such a loving talk. I put me arm around her waist Sez she, "Young man, you're in great haste!" I put my hand upon her knee Sez she, "Young man you're rather free!" I put my hand upon her thigh Sez she, "Young man you're rather high!" She swore that she'd be true to me But spent me pay-day fast and free In three weeks time I was badly bent Then off to sea I sadly went. In a bloodboat Yank bound round Cape Horn Me boots and clothes were all in pawn Bound up Cape Stiff through ice and snow And up the coast to Cally-o An' then back to the Liverpool Docks Saltpeter stowed in our boots an' socks Now when I got home from sea A soger had her on his knee. A-rovin', a-rovin', since rovin's been my ru-i-in I'll go no more a-rovin' with you fair maid. A-rovin', a-rovin', since rovin's been my ru-i-in I'll go no more a-rovin' with you fair maid." *Several of the guests have by now keeled over and several others have run to the restrooms to escape. Jack picks up the microphone and says:* "And on a more serious note, JD and PC, this one's just for you" "He is now to be among you at the calling of your hearts Rest assured this troubador is acting on his part. The union of your spirits, here, has caused him to remain For whenever two or more of you are gathered in his name There is love. there is love. A man shall leave his mother and a woman leave her home And they shall travel on to where the two shall be as one. As it was in the beginning is now and til the end Woman draws her life from man and gives it back again. And there is love. there is love. Well then what’s to be the reason for becoming man and wife? Is it love that brings you here or love that brings you life? And if loving is the answer, then who’s the giving for? Do you believe in something that you’ve never seen before? Oh there’s love, there is love. Oh the marriage of your spirits here has caused him to remain For whenever two or more of you are gathered in his name There is love. there is love." *The audience cheers as JT and his ensemble leave the stage. The Chanteymen head for the bar for some traditional Grog and the Seals head for the tropical fish tank near the hall entrance.* |
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| Military Force | Dec 9 2004, 12:46 PM Post #92 |
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Wandering Ghost
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*The Praetor looks over at the stunned DWC and then truns to his radio* Darvin, can we get an extraction team down here, along with a cleanup crew for what's left of the poor stage hand, and bring a medic they look pretty drugged. We have a young lady and a dragon here in need of extraction. *minutes later* *The young Gunnery Sargent moves slowly down the stairs carrying an M-16, he is followed by 2 Marine Lance Corporals carrying assault rifles and a burly Sergeant Carville carrying and M-60 SAW.* Lance Corporals, attend to the dragon, Darvin if you would be so kind as to help the young lady back up stairs, and Carville you're with me. *the medic gives the two of them a quick once over and says they're safe to move* *The Gunny slings the still dazed Parrrtay up over one shoulder and takes her upstairs, the two Lance Corporals take the intoxicated dragon slowly upstairs behind them, staying at a safe distance* |
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| Wachovia Coalition | Dec 9 2004, 01:53 PM Post #93 |
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visitor from the East Pacific
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*Takes the earplugs provided by the SEALS out and claps* Good show |
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| j delight | Dec 9 2004, 03:24 PM Post #94 |
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Gotta love that Jack Tarr. <whistles and claps> Woooo! :band |
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| Military Force | Dec 9 2004, 03:54 PM Post #95 |
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Wandering Ghost
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*The young gunny walks over to JD with Parrrtay over one shoulder. He taps her on the shoulder* Ummm... Ma'am, where could I put this? I was assigned to look after her until she comes to, and more importantly look after her after she comes to, as a service to the other guests... I'm not really sure why but Kell seemed to think it was necessary... We brought a trailer that the dragon can seek refuge in, until her act that is, we'll see if the vet's can't get her to come round. *The gunney sets Parrrtay down in a chair in the back corner and reaches into his med kit* |
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| Caer Rialis | Dec 9 2004, 04:14 PM Post #96 |
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Asleep
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**The Emcee steps onstage, wearing a red and white vertical striped shirt, black bow tie and white pants, as if he is part of a barbershop quartet** Let's here it for Jack Tarr and the Chantey Men! Now, this next act is one special act, one very special act. You could say its part of the reason we've all been here the past to days. Ladies and gentlemen, please, give a listen to the dulcet tones of that gorgeous woman, Ms . . and soon to be Mrs. J_Delight! |
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| j delight | Dec 9 2004, 04:28 PM Post #97 |
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*JD and PC help the young gunner with Parrrtay, who seems to be drugged. They kneel at her sides and supports her body as he checks her vitals. JD whispers * Parrrtay? Babe? *turns to the gunny* THIS, as you so roughly termed, is my friend, Parrrtay. And SHE is in need of help. *Signaling to a badger agent, JD calls for a wombat fur blanket and regards the gunny with some suspicion. He has afterall, brought her best friend, stupefied and disheveled up from the basement. * Thinks to herself, Why would Kell think Parrrrtay was a concern to the other guests? What the hell happened to Lucy Maud and shy is she in a trailer now? And what of the stagehand, last seen carrying Parrrtay down those very basement stairs, although she was in a more animated state at the time. In fact, wasn't she singing Roll Me Over In the Clover? OK - here's the plan. If your orders are to stay with her, and you promise to be nice to her when she comes to - none of that military type interrogation - then you can use the small cabana to the side of the patio. *Looks at PC with an expression of "Well, what else can I do?"* I will send badger agents to assist you. Emperor Kloister will want to stop by and check on her, I'm sure, as his healers are well-known throughout the region. Oh, and you might want to order up a pitcher of Sex On the Beach for when she comes to. Always helps, dontcha know? *Seeing that her friend is now in the more gracious care of badgers, JD straightens her kimono, (omg was it gaping open like that the whole time I was kneeling?) places a hand to the side of PC's cheek and kisses him gently, then heads for the stage. Time for a toast, a song and some goodwill, she thinks. |
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| TOOL a HOO | Dec 9 2004, 04:37 PM Post #98 |
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*pulls out a kazoo* Nah, j/k... I am not much for performing.
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| Semartica | Dec 9 2004, 04:50 PM Post #99 |
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Mikail Vlodmekov, Private Investigations.
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I vill sing, zen. A British tar iz a soaring soul As free as a mountain bird His energetic fist should be ready to resist A dictatorial vord His nose should pant and his lip should curl His cheeks should flame and his brow should furl His bosom should heave and his heart should glow And his fist be ever ready for a knock-down blow His eyes should flash vith an inborn fire His brow vith scorn be wrung He never should bow down to a domineering frown Or the tang of a tyrant tongue His foot should stamp and his throat should growl His hair should curl and his face should scowl His eyes should flash and his breast protrude And zis should be his customary attitude *Goes back to his duties, expressionless.* |
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| j delight | Dec 9 2004, 04:51 PM Post #100 |
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*Clearing her throat and taking the mic from the Emcee, JD gives him a wink and looks out on the crowd of friends that have gathered* Thank you CR, isn't he great folks? <clap clap clap> This day marks a very unexpected :eyes: and happy occasion for my dear PapaC and me. Ours has really been a typical romance - Boy Meets Grrl, Grrl Promptly Shoves Boy In a Drive-Thru Window and Squeezes His Sporran. :lol: :lol: But seriously, let's raise our glasses, tankards and dixie cups and give a toast to the man who dared to take on Athena's challenge and is a mighty fine badgery sort of guy afterall....my fiance... PapaC! <huzzah huzzah HUZZAH!> And a song... *Drinks down her champagne, wets her lips and listens as the violinist starts quietly and builds to the cue...* ~It begins with a smile Across the room unexpected Fleeting and enduring My friend my darling my linger-a-while It begins with a kiss The path of delight and danger A mystery I can't resist My friend my darling my sweetest bliss It begins with a touch A night of deepest yearnings Never the same again My friend my darling my miss-you-so-much It began with you...~ *Hanging onto what composure she can manage, she is relieved to see her beloved Highlander smiling warmly at her... and startled to see a very lethargic Dwick staggering around in the foyer. Not knowing whether to laugh or be concerned, she quickly hands the mic back to the Emcee and hurries off the stage* |
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