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| Marius MacMillan | Aug 30 2006, 07:27 AM Post #1 |
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A sigh of relief echoed through the courtyard, though it was lost by the throng of students who gossiped and bickered, a noise that seemed to drill into the mind of the Slytherin boy as he attempted to loose himself in thought. His eyes seemed vacant as his mind wandered from the courtyard to his imagination, flitting between reality and unreality as he searched for something new. Marius MacMillan wasn’t exactly what you would call a social butterfly, and that was exactly the way he liked it. This was probably the reason for him sitting in the buzzing courtyard by himself. He had sauntered in after his previous class of Charms, and now it was time to relax as lunch time settled in. Though many students would eat in the Great Hall, it seemed today was meant to be different as the majority were outside basking in the sun. Marius, however, was not planning on eating. He had had a stomach ache for most of the morning, and he assumed it was from the amount of orange juice he had consumed at breakfast. Marius was, unsurprisingly, addicted to orange juice, so when it came for breakfast, he overindulged just slightly. Leaning back on his hands, he stretched his legs out in front of him, his slytherin robes splayed out either side of him allowing to see the school uniform underneath. He flexed his feet, pointing his toes before slipping back into reality. The clock clanged for the next lesson to start, and he watched the students began to fill out of the courtyard. Marius couldn’t wait for winter, when the courtyard would be a place for solice in winter, but for now, he could check out the talent. He had been waiting for this moment all morning, finally having a free period to do what he wanted. Naturally, he was meant to study, but this afternoon he couldn’t be bothered. He closed his eyes, absorbing the image of a pretty Ravenclaw girl that had just exited in the courtyard and thought about her for a few seconds. His hair flicked over his eyes, his tongue running over the rings on his lips as he leaned further backwards, his head resting on the grass behind him. Marius was so fed up with school. He was so fed up with life. It was at this point that someone else entered the court yard, though Marius was too busy lost in his fantasy world to realise. |
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| Henrietta Wagtail | Aug 30 2006, 07:59 AM Post #2 |
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Practically skipping through the halls of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Henrietta had just left a particularly boring class of Transfiguration with great happiness only to be placed once again with the same people for lunch. Being stuck in that classroom with a bunch of people she got along fairly well with but didn’t want to be with at the time was enough to make the fifth year decide to skip her next class, Divination, and the extra time to think about that over lunch had her making the decision final. She could get notes for Divination anyway anyway, and the class practically did itself, so she wasn’t worried that she might miss some worldly phenomenon in the classroom that day. It wasn’t usually like Henri to skip classes, but there would always be those few exceptions to her normal behavior. And today was one of them, quite obviously. A group of friends she’d been walking to and from classes with for that day had been left behind as they headed off to gossip amongst themselves before the bell called for them to run to class, not bothering to question Henri why she had headed in the opposite direction of their class. It hadn’t taken the girl long before she was down and in close proximity of the student courtyard, the place she hoped wouldn’t be too crowded with intolerable people that day. Slowing her pace to a leisurely walk, the Hufflepuff hung her messenger bag from her hand as she shrugged off her school robe to shove into the waiting bag while she stepped into the courtyard. Though it was November it wasn’t all that cold that day, and Henri was always looking for an excuse to shed whatever she could from her stuffy, mandatory school uniform, even if it was just the robe. Finally deciding to take a look at her surroundings, Henri was pleased to see that it was virtually empty, save one particularly familiar, at ease Slytherin with his eyes closed. Oh, he should know better. What Slytherin in their right mind closed their eyes in such a public place? Henri wouldn’t if she were like the typical bunch of snakes; she’d be too paranoid to close her eyes at all for fear that someone might spring a sneak attack on her. Henrietta put away her thoughts of if she were a Slytherin and threw her book and robe filled bag down on a near by cement bench before collapsing beside Marius with a heavy, overdramatic sigh, making sure her uniform skirt was placed properly underneath her, “Oh, Marius! My life sucks! I think I’m on the wrong track. I’m starting to skip classes, I’m hanging out with older Slytherin boys that I can actually tolerate, and ...” She paused, thinking what other tidbit of info she could put in there that could be successfully exaggerated, “... Well, that’s all. It’s your entire fault. You’re a bad influence.” Such were the utterly odd ways of conversation with Henrietta Wagtail when she was bored. |
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| Marius MacMillan | Aug 30 2006, 08:29 AM Post #3 |
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A yawn passed the lips of the Slytherin boy, as a voice interrupted his thoughts. Opening one eye, he peered at the intruder, for a moment, his minding taking more than a few seconds to adjust his eye in order to absorb the details of the trespasser. It settled on the Hufflepuff Girl, which forced a grin onto his features. He opened both his eyes and pushed himself into a sitting position, moving from his relaxed state into a more ‘Slytherinesqeue’ sore of stance. “... Well, that’s all. It’s your entire fault. You’re a bad influence.” He flashed a smile as he rested his hand on his chest. “Moi? A bad influence?” He pondered on this thought of a moment, before nodding in agreement. “Yeah, you’re probably right. Pity you’re easy influenced.” No matter if he liked the girl or not, he would always tease her. It was the same with the majority he met. That was, of course, unless he wanted to get into their pants, or beat their backsides. Either way, it was part of the way he worked. He punched the air, stretching and letting out a groan as he tried to awaken himself. The problem with a free period after lunch often meant that you wanted to sleep through the entire afternoon. “So skipping classes huh? Bet your brother would have something to say about that.” His hands rested on the grass to the side of him, and he wrapped a few strands between his fingers. Tugging them out, he threw them at her absentmindedly. He thought about her relationship with her brother for a moment. He had a feeling that the entire thing would feel to weird for him. Having a brother as a teacher? That would be too weird. There was always a feeling with Henri that he would have to watch what he said when she was around, or how he acted. He didn’t think that she would say anything to her brother, but there was always a risk. “I might just have to tell on you.” He added, as he leaned back onto his elbow, looking away from her as though telling would be the most natural thing in the world. He stole a quick glance at her but wouldn’t dare hold it for to long. Henrietta Wagtail was certainly a complicated fish, that was for certain. He enjoyed hanging around with her, though of course, wouldn’t admit it to anyone. Particularly his own brother. He would probably find it hilarious that Marius could spend time with a girl and not try and get into her underwear. |
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| Henrietta Wagtail | Aug 30 2006, 09:02 AM Post #4 |
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After her triumphant interruption to her friend’s peacefulness, Henri couldn’t hold in a smirk that took over her features. It was no secret that anybody in the presence of the girl would be allowed to sit and do nothing, not unless Henri was sleeping or wanted your company for her own silence, otherwise she was going to take over your alone time and fill it with usually pointless, yet amusing, conversation. Whether Marius MacMillan knew this about her yet or not, she didn’t know, but he’d know that soon enough. And she had to say, for a Slytherin he was faring fairly well against her intrusions of his alone time whenever she happened to spot him by himself, which was particularly tricky to spot. He was most likely with some other shit-for-brains Slytherins, a girl or two or ... Some other number, or his brother, whom Henri had heard more about through rumors. Granted, they were usually the same rumors she’d already heard about Marius, but the rumors of his womanizing ways were something she could ignore as long as he managed not to turn them onto her. “Moi? A bad influence?” -- “Yeah, you’re probably right. Pity you’re easy influenced.” Henri replaced her smirk with an appalled expression, letting out a gasp as she mimicked his move and placed a hand on her own chest, her tone disbelieving, “What?! Why, I never! Marius MacMillan, I am not easily influenced.” Dropping her hand from her chest to rest on the grass they were sitting on, she leaned forward and used her free hand to hit Marius on the arm with fairly temperate strength. Truth was, she probably was easily influenced, but she wasn’t about to say that out loud. Besides, she thought to herself, if she were so easily influenced, she’d be easy bait for all the philanderers that attended Hogwarts. “So skipping classes huh? Bet your brother would have something to say about that.” Scoffing, Henri’s light mood was dulled slightly. Yeah, what would her brother have to say? Probably something about responsibility, or a question about what could be more important than education, or he might just stare at her until she broke down and promised she’d never do it again. Either way, she wouldn’t be much in the mood to listen. Her relationship with her brother at the time being was in the best condition, but that was mostly her fault. She’d stopped talking to him, convinced that he was at Hogwarts for the sole purpose to watch over her - probably as a request from their parents. Honestly, did they really not trust her enough to send her older brother as a guardian for her at school, where there were plenty of teachers to ensure students’ safety? “I might just have to tell on you.” “Liar. You wouldn’t,” she spoke with slightly amusement, a smile working its way back to her face. Of course he wouldn’t. Besides, if he did, she’d totally have a bargaining chip: would he really want the other Slytherins to know he went and tattled on a Hufflepuff? She didn’t think so, and he was bound to agree. “If you tell on me, I’ll make sure it gets spread around the school that you snitched on a Hufflepuff.” Her smile broke into a grin as she continued looking at him with amusement clear in her dark eyes. Henri lowered her gaze to the ground once Marius had averted his own, and she shifted her weight so she could lean back on both of her hands while being able to see Marius comfortably. It was clear to her why he would’ve been labeled as a player amongst the girls, and a little part of her, the same part that emerged after the fiasco with Simon, was yelling at her that he was only pretending to befriend her so he could gain another notch on his bedpost (did boys actually keep score like that? It was something she’d have to find out one day). But there was also that other part that made her stick around him to find out, hoping there was at least a little good in him that would enable him to have a friendship with someone other than a Slytherin that he wasn’t basing purely on sexual actions. (ooc; oh, that made no sense. hahaha.) |
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| Marius MacMillan | Aug 30 2006, 09:59 AM Post #5 |
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A shadow cascaded over the courtyard as the clouds seemed to engulf the November sun. A chill ran up the boys spine as he tugged his robes over his legs whilst listening to the defence of the girl. He watched her with some amusement as she feigned shock, and his eyes twinkled at her replies. He honestly didn’t mind getting interrupted, as long as it was by someone worth talking to. Though he was yet to judge Miss Wagtail as a person worth talking to or not, he was mildly interested in what she had to say. Of course, it wasn’t as though she held his whole attention. That was impossible unless she was naked, which, unfortunately, she wasn’t. “What?! Why, I never! Marius MacMillan, I am not easily influenced.” He grinned, raising an eyebrow that betrayed him to find the concept unbelievable. “That, my dear, I find hard to believe. I thought all Hufflepuffs were meant to be walkovers.” Ouch, he was hitting on her house, and that was somewhere he never really tried to go when it came to people he could stand. Though of course, everyone else that he could stand was actually in his own house, so the entire ideal didn’t really count for anything much. He was toeing the line, and he wasn’t entirely sure what her reaction would be. Of course, he didn’t really believe the sentiment, did he? Well maybe he did, but that didn’t mean he thought that Henri was a walkover. He watched her mood darken slightly as he mentioned her brother. In some ways he felt sorry for her, because she would always be known as Professor Wagtails little sister, but that was the way the luck had struck. After all, not everyone could be blessed with a brother like Marius. Well, okay, his family wasn’t the perfect picture either. Mongrel girls adopted, and other such half-sisters and brothers, it was kind of a mess. He supposed that it was all down to his father’s way with women. “Liar. You wouldn’t,” He looked at her slightly surprised. Marius lied all the time, but he had never been called a liar before, even in jest. “If you tell on me, I’ll make sure it gets spread around the school that you snitched on a Hufflepuff.” Marius grimaced at the thought. That would not do wonders for his reputation, that was for sure. Vin would probably kick his ass too. Either way, she was probably bluffing. Marius bit his lip, the metallic taste a treat for his tongue as he thought for a second. “You know, I could just jinx you so you couldn’t bad mouth me at all.” He paused for a moment, before a grin slipped onto his features. “Just think, I told on you, and then when you went around the school saying I tattled on a Hufflepuff, you could end up saying, ‘I want to get into Marius MacMillans pants.’” He watched her face for a reaction. He wasn’t really flirting with her, but at the same time, it was hard for Marius not to. She didn’t look like the typical girl that he went for, but at the same time, he knew that their appearances would click together. The only girl he had never hit on was Belle, and that was saying something. He thought he had probably overstepped the mark, but at the same time, he didn’t really care. He plucked another strand of grass and flicked it at her, aiming for her hair. |
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| Henrietta Wagtail | Aug 30 2006, 10:26 AM Post #6 |
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What was one to do when their mind was being taken over by the sudden chill going through the air and they had no robe, cloak, jacket, or whatever? Well, for one, if you were Henrietta, you cursed up a storm in your head and wondered why you’d left your bag containing your robe so far away. Okay, so it wasn’t so far away, but it was far enough that Henri didn’t feel like moving from her current position even if it meant that she’d be shivering herself to bits if the temperature stayed as it was and the wind continued to be annoying and blow through the courtyard. And secondly, one could always Accio something, but alas, Henri’s uniform contained no pocket except on the robes, and her wand happened to be in them. Stupid, stupid. “That, my dear, I find hard to believe. I thought all Hufflepuffs were meant to be walkovers.” To anybody who stuck so strictly to the unwritten house code of conduct stating that one must always socialize within their own house the only exception probably being family that would’ve struck a major nerve for anyone in Hufflepuff. It would’ve anyway, because who liked to be called pushovers? Henri wasn’t particularly concerned about Marius slandering her house because in all honesty some Hufflepuffs really did allow themselves to be walked over, but it was more that she was the only Hufflepuff in the vicinity and she didn’t feel like defending her house-like traits. She was kind, yes, and she was certainly thoughtful minded, but where did it show in her personality that she was a walkover? Nowhere. “Oww. That hurt. That really did. I can’t believe you just said that to me,” she mumbled with sarcasm filling her tone. “And here I was naively thinking that not all Slytherins were complete and utter assholes.” Hey, if he dissed her house, she could diss his. Not that he’d care, because he probably heard it everyday, but she wanted to get it out. Henri watched as Marius looked at her with surprise in his features, and she smirked. In her head, she was jumping up and down, waving little celebration flags because she’d managed to surprise a Slytherin in some form. Her smirk kept up as she watched him draw his lip between his teeth, a habit she often did herself, more so after she’d gotten her own lip piercings. However, her smirk vanished with his next remark. “You know, I could just jinx you so you couldn’t bad mouth me at all.” -- “Just think, I told on you, and then when you went around the school saying I tattled on a Hufflepuff, you could end up saying, ‘I want to get into Marius MacMillan’s pants.’” Did he really just say that? Did he?! Oh, that sneaky bastard. Henri’s eyes narrowed slightly in thought, weighing her options. They both knew nothing that this situation would happen, but it was fun to debate the topic. Finding herself biting her own lip, the Hufflepuff let out a sharp exhale as another amusing thought came to her, even if its only purpose was to appeal to the boy’s ego in some way, “Is that so? Who’s to say that I’m not already saying that? Really, I mean, c’mon. Look at you. Look at me. I don’t see why we haven’t just gotten the dirty deed over with. I bet everybody else is wondering that, too.” A soft snort made itself heard as she tried her hardest to hold back laughter as Marius continued flicking grass at her. When a strand of grass landed in her hair, she made to pluck it out, careful not to completely ruin her hair, and wasted no time in grasping a handful of the green vegetation up from the ground and throwing it at Marius. Most of it was lost in the breeze which just blew it back at her, but at least she’d tried. There was definitely something wrong in the world if they could carry on such a conversation and were immature enough to throw things during it. |
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| Marius MacMillan | Aug 31 2006, 11:09 AM Post #7 |
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At least Marius could officially say that this free period was not going to a peaceful one. He peered over at the girl, and realised that she would not be moving anytime soon. Did he mind? Now there was an interesting question. Suppose he did mind, what was he supposed to do? He knew there were options that he could choose. He could stand up, and storm off in a huff. But that would be so unlike him. He could say something nasty, hoping that she would be offended and leave. Or he could put up with her. That is… if he was bothered. So was he? Marius wasn’t entirely sure. After all, if he wasn’t talking to her, his mind would be elsewhere, focusing on the impurities of life. Which really was a waste of time. Not that he minded, of course. He watched her shudder as the cool breeze brushed over the two of them, though he was focusing on what she was saying. “Oww. That hurt. That really did. I can’t believe you just said that to me,” He caught the sarcasm in her voice and merely grinned, knowing that there would probably be more to come. He was right. “And here I was naively thinking that not all Slytherins were complete and utter assholes.” Marius narrowed her eyes at her for a moment, though in humour. “I never tried to give you the impression that I wasn’t one.” Though he was getting slightly tired of this particular stereotype for his house, he knew that he was probably one of the people who rightfully earned the title. Pushing himself so he was sat upright, he pulled his arms out of his robes, screwed it up in a ball and chucked it over to Henrietta. “Here, take it. And don’t you dare say no.” He kept his eyes narrow as though he meant it before a grin crept onto his features. “I now have to prove to you that I’m not an asshole, so let me be a gentleman.” Gentleman and Marius in the same sentence? You had to be kidding! Or just blind, deaf and dumb. But there was always the humour there, he supposed. Or he was just trying to prove her wrong. But who was he kidding? He watched her reaction, the lip biting and automatically stopped himself. He had read somewhere, in one of Elle’s little girly magazines that people who copied each other often were attracted to each other. Of course, this was not the case, hence the reason why he stopped instantly. “Is that so? Who’s to say that I’m not already saying that? Really, I mean, c’mon. Look at you. Look at me. I don’t see why we haven’t just gotten the dirty deed over with. I bet everybody else is wondering that, too.” Marius’ jaw dropped at this statement for a second, his eyes widening at her. Until the snort of laughter gave her away. He licked his lips, trying to hold his own laughter in. The situation they were in was ridiculous. Of course, he had been asked by quite a few of his friends, including his own brother, whether or not he had managed to ‘get any’ with Professor Wagtails sister. Of course, Marius had lied. But now, the very idea of the entire situation caused him to laugh, shaking his head at the narrow-mindedness of people. He was actually quite surprised to realise that he knew what being narrow-minded was. Clearing his throat, he let the laughter fade from his face as he tried to strengthen his morale of seriousness. He didn’t like to give a shit about what people in his house though, but rolling around on the grass laughing with a Hufflepuff was not one of those things that Marius MacMillan did. ”Very funny.” he muttered, clearing his throat again, as though he had just shoved his entire body into a very cold, icy freezer. |
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| Henrietta Wagtail | Sep 18 2006, 04:17 AM Post #8 |
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Henri continued picking the grass from her hair whenever she felt an odd piece sticking out as she repeatedly ran her hands lightly over her hair. There probably weren’t any more than what she’d already picked out, but she smoothed her hair down once more to check again. It wouldn’t be a big deal if there were more grass in her hair, seeing as Henrietta would simply figure Marius would’ve pointed it out if she’d missed any strands - not that it was highly expected of the boy, but she could always hope he would have some insanely polite side, and do so. That was part of her private details with befriending the boy, anyway; if he was really as bad as people made him out to be, there was a chance something done by someone would change that. And what a fuzzy feeling it gave when one knew they helped change someone for the better, even if by a little. “I never tried to give you the impression that I wasn’t one.” Pausing from the chore of then removing any blades of grass from her uniform top, she looked at him with an odd expression. Oh, but hadn’t he? If he wasn’t trying to give another impression, wouldn’t he have simply glowered and hexed her that fateful day (insert their meeting here)? Yes, he would have. Any other older Slytherin certainly would’ve, or at least glowered and spouted a string of profanities degrading herself and her house. But Marius hadn’t. Or not to such an extent. And even so, after the accident, he had yet to make it blatantly clear to Henri that he was like any other Slytherin in the form of refusing to even take the chance of being seen with the likes of a fifth year Hufflepuff. And just as she opened her mouth to make her point known, a single finger raised in the air to add emphasis to it, a bundle of cloth was thrown at her. “Here, take it. And don’t you dare say no.” Oh, that was lovely. To Henri, a girl who was tauntingly defiant, a simple response of saying no just to prove she dared to would’ve been enough to satisfy her humor for now. But to Henri, a girl who was getting cold, that wasn’t quite an option right now. Even though she could very well get up and grab her own school robes from her bag a few feet away, and decline Marius’ gentlemanly offer at the same time, she didn’t. Besides, Marius’ robes felt warmer than hers were bound to be after sitting by themselves for the past little while. Henri pushed herself up from the ground with his robes in grasp with an exaggerated sigh, making it seem as if accepting the offer paired with getting up was a difficult feat for the momentarily lazy girl. “Welllllll, I suppose I could take your robes off your hands. After all, they must be such a hassle to wear, especially outside,” she drawled, forcing a serious expression as she did so. Taking a moment to brush any sticking pieces of dirt or grass from her skirt first, Henri shook out the Slytherin’s robes and tugged it on. At first, she would’ve said it fit fine, but then the rolls of cloth came out at her tugging and the robe pooled at her feet, fell long past her dainty hands and ultimately engulfed the girl. Looking down at her self, Henrietta’s mock serious expression turned into one of something between absolute amusement and horror. She already knew that the obviously too large robe made her look much smaller than she already was, and that was amusing in itself, but also not welcomed. Someone as short as Henri needed whatever height they could get. “I now have to prove to you that I’m not an asshole, so let me be a gentleman.” Henri didn’t even get a chance to start complaining about it before she heard Marius’ next statement. That would have been sweet in some way if he had said it without saying he now had something to prove. And for lack of good timing to whine about the robes now, she decided to do it backwards, looking down at Marius pointedly, “Y’know, that would’ve sounded a lot better had you not made it sound like you were going totally out of your way to be nice. And this robe,” she held up her arms, showing the long black cloth hanging from them, “is so ridiculously large, I demand you become a short person so we won’t have this problem again when I decide I’m cold and want your robes, even if that means amputating your legs.” A failed seriously expression and a huff later, Henri continued, trying to ignore the smile tugging at her lips. “But thank you and you’re welcome to my robes, but I doubt you’ll find it comfortable since you decided to continue growing past five foot three.” ”Very funny.” Sitting back down on the ground and pulling the robes around her, half marveling at the fact that she could probably fit another person in there, too, Henri noticed Marius’ change, all too aware that he probably didn’t mean it. Ah, well, one could only keep a Slytherin amused for so long, but that wasn’t to say one should stop trying. “Yes, well ... I thought so, and you seemed to think so, despite you not laughing at my attempt to make you laugh, which is actually quite rude, by the way, because you should’ve laughed just to humor me and make me feel good about myself,” spilled forth, her little speech picking up speed as she ended it, indicating she’d said it all in one breath. Staying silent a moment, Henri’s mind was busy thinking of another way to keep her from growing bored, and to keep any potential awkward silences at bay, though she was sure one was happening right now. She fidgeted with the sleeves of the robes for a moment before she stopped to stare at them while an idea formed inside her head. As stupid and painfully awkward as it was going to be if Marius went along with said, unrevealed idea, it would be amusing nonetheless. Though she was bound to be rejected in some form, she moved a few inches closer to Marius, keeping a steady voice as she spoke, “So, this robe of yours, it really is quite big. Too big for me, obviously, and I’m thinking I could fit another me in here.” Pause. Straight face, Henri, straight face, she thought, glancing up at Marius as she continued, her eyes challenging him to go along with her stupid little plan. “Or, y’know ... You.” And where she expected to find laughter after that statement, there was none. It was a miracle. (ooc; oh, the crap that I come up with after forever of procrastinating. hopefully you haven't forgotten about me. heh, heh. and I completely forgot if we'd managed to say how they met, so ... ahahaha, I'll edit that after we sort that out) |
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