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Constantine (2005) dir. Francis Lawrence

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« Yeah. ». No need to tell him she's not in the right mood to be sarcastic —— he'd love to say he doesn't understand her, but he does, oh, he does. The ropes come loose quickly under his fingers, revealing deep red lines on her wrists that only make his heart heavier, and his thoughts just a little darker. He hesitates, staring at them. « Me too. » he whispers softly, angrily. Killing them isn't enough anymore. Be worse. Be horrible. Be the nasty piece of work you keep calling yourself as, you fucking coward.

The thoughts come to an abrupt stop when she tries to stand up on her own. The slightest stagger of Lara has him immediately on his feet, catching her and helping her back on the sit. « Hey, easy there —— » he begins, only to be interrupted by the sounds of alerted guards and feet running through the corridors. One of them is suddenly there, at the end of the hallway. He sees them, and rises his rifle before even thinking, instinct driving him to press the trigger before the time for any question. That same instinct moves John's hand, before the time to really think, no arcane word resounding in the air. Just a sudden wave of energy from the pendant at the flick of his wrist, and the door closes so violently to almost break the hinges, the bullets bouncing harmlessly on its metal surface.

For a moment, he just stays there, the hand stretched towards the entrance, shaking ever so slightly. He didn't really have to think about it. Just an instinct. He just saved them both with the smallest gesture. He feels so... powerful.

« Don't worry, love. »

His voice, too, is so clean, so calm. He takes a step forward, putting himself between Lara and the door. He can hear more people coming from the other side, more yelling and screaming, guns ready to fire. A small army of, what? Five, six people? One single escape route, now unavailable. Yet, for once, he doesn't panic. He doesn't tremble. He feels in control.

« No one is getting in our way. »

One hand rises shoulder level, the palm facing the door, slowly moving back towards himself. The other alight on the pendant, hesitantly touching upon its cold surface; then, suddenly, he takes a strong grasp of it, as if his own life would depend on that object beating, slowly, oh so calmly, on his chest. The wave of energy around him is so strong that the walls tremble. He can hear the mercenaries on the other side of the door suddenly fall quiet for the most fleeting moment, then a cry. He's using it! Retreat! Oh, no. Too late, you filthy bastards. The risen hand suddenly moves forward. It's intoxicating, how he doesn't need any arcane words for the magic to obey his movements. The energy pushes forward like a wave, like a tsunami, breaking the door free from the hinges and throwing it into the corridor, its metal heavy and unyielding, a hammer hitting one, two, three, all of them, all of them at once, sending them flying against the wall with a sickening wet sound. The push was so strong that the door remains stuck into the plaster, unwilling to fall down and reveal the macabre show, only splashes of red around it and heavy drops falling beneath hinting at what it is holding.

John stays still for a long, heavy moment, panting ever so slightly. He blinks as if just waking up, the sudden feeling of bile in the back of the throat making him tense once again, his hands shaking when he forces his fingers to let go of the pendant. What are you doing, John? For the love of God, what the fuck are you doing?

She hates to play this part.

The kidnapped; the prey; the poor little princess to be saved. pr tje trade goods. Especially when she's given that role for something she didn't do, something she didn't have. Just a victim of a story she didn't know she was involved with.

Granted Lara put up a fight, most of the times when she ends up in those kind of situations she takes down a few people with her, but that didn't make the loss and the following torture any less painful - both when it comes to her body and her ego. They didn't even bother asking her too much stuff once they realized that she genuinely had no clue where that... Dark Energy was, whatever it would be. They just left her alone, making her go through a bad few minutes only when she found the strenght to talk back, or the handful times she attempted to escape. The last one led her to actually break free, take down one of her guards, grab his firearm and make sure that a few of those... what were they, mercenaries? Cultists?

...who cares? What matters is that more of them died, and that she got a much worse punishment.

Against all her instincts, Lara just stood there, going from consciousness and unconsciousness in the next few hours, her head light after the beating, the blood loss, and eventually the thirst... at least until John shows up. She frowns slightly as he talks, forcing herself to get a grip, focus on his voice, his touch, his movement.

Refusing to be a passive thing to be saved.

"...sorry. I can't say I'm in the mood for--"

He moves away from her, and she allows herself to take a breather, showing a hint of weakness for the half second he takes to kneel behind her, free her wrist. They hurt more than she thought.

"...sarcastic banther." Lara finishes talking, immediately attempting to stand just to find her arse back on the chair once more, bringing hand to her temples as someone, out there, yells about dead people, an intruder. Good job, John.

"...hope you have a quick escape plan. I can't... wait to lie on a proper bed."

...maybe she is in the mood for a little bit of a sarcastic banther, after all.

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@notmedizin sent : "We can stay here all night if you want to give me the silent treatment, Herr. I'm a patient man after all, and you've given me such a good excuse to break out the fancy tools" (like a saw, specifically for the human skull, so wicked sharp it hurt to look at.)

He shouldn't be in a hospital. He doesn't remember getting there. Is it the psychiatric ward again? Did he lose his head again? It is happening more and more frequently lately, for sure. But if it is, shouldn't he be wearing a pajamas, instead of his usual pants and shirt and tie at the neck? Shouldn't he be held on the bed by soft white laces that are meant to keep him still without hurting him, instead than crude ropes, so tight around his wrists and ankles to seem to cut through his flesh and make him bleed?

Is... is this hell? Did... did he die...?

The doctor's voice cuts through his thoughts, sharp and terrifying like the saw he takes out of the bag. The dim light reflects sinister on its surface, just a terrible hint of how dangerous the fancy tool is, tearing an involuntary whimper out of John. Instinct makes him tug at the ropes, just once, powerless to do anything to even tear away his own gaze from the saw. Where is he supposed to move it? He can't see anything in the room, if not the saw and its owner. A human disguise his senses can easily cut through.

He doesn't like looking at him. He doesn't want to look at him. But the only other thing is the saw, or the dim light of the lamp above him.

We can stay here all night. And to say he should be used to being tortured all night by now.

« I-I'm not calling him. ». The first words that finally come out of his mouth are as unsteady as his trembling hands, hoarse through the dry throat. He didn't even realize how thirsty he was until now. « I-if that's what y-you want. » Would anyone come, if he started to scream? Could he call for help?... « G-got no better p-plans for tonight, anyway, s-so —— » Be sarcastic, for the love of God be sarcastic, he imposes himself, as if pretending he isn't scared could do something good - but it takes the smallest movement of the doctor's hand, the saw being lifted ever so slightly above his head, as if taking a measure for where to begin to cut, to make his words die in the throat with a second whimper. He doesn't want to be sarcastic. He wants to run away.

« Don't use it. » A whisper, a plea, his eyes unable to look anywhere else than that saw. « Please. Please, d-don't use it. »

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They were three. They bursted inside Lara's house uninvited, wearing sticky smiles and an evil attitude, calling for her guest to pose him a single, simple question. A question that John knew would arrive, sooner or later, since when Lara left days ago and didn't give any news about her location. She simply disappeared from the face of the earth, her cellphone unreachable. He knew something was up. He knew someone would have arrived. And so he waited. They were three.

The smiles suddenly wore off their faces when their bodies stopped responding to them. Their question hung in the air, John simply watching, silent, as panic rose in their eyes, unaware of the sigils under their feet. A trap they stepped on without even thinking there could have been one, thinking perhaps that he was too stupid to be prepared for an unwanted visit. Their bodies went rigid, unresponsive, the weapons falling from their hands, and only then John drew closer. Slowly, oh so slowly. They could only talk. One posed their question again, like it would matter. Where is the Dark Energy? Like hell he would reply to that.

« Answer to this, instead. » John told them, hands in the pockets, eyes deadly serious. « Where is Lara? ». A smirk replied to him. « Not clear enough? Okay, love. ». He snaps the tongue on the palate, drawing one step again closer to one of the men, the one smiling so insolently in his direction. He doesn't smile back, for once. « Tell me where she is, or I'll make your head pop like a balloon. »

Sudden panic from the other two, but the one in front of him... he was a tough one. Or so he thought to be. He stared back, his smirk becoming a full smile, then he suddenly spits on his face. John doesn't move, as if not feeling the other man's saliva on himself at all. After long seconds of silence, he then finally whispers: « Alright. ». His hands grabbed the other's head so suddenly that he could feel him wince under his grip. John didn't blink while he stared at him right in the eyes, dark arcane words coming out from his lips. The man screamed in his clench, just for a few seconds, and then his head dissipated into a red mist. His body slumped to the ground like a useless rag. They were two.

John turned his head slowly towards them. Red drops were slowly sliding down his cheeks, bordering empty, tired eyes. « So. » he said, staring at the second one. « Same question. » _________

Finding the base of those mercenaries was easy. Storming through it as a one man army was a whole different thing. Lucky for him, he had exactly what he needed. The medallion beats on his chest with every step he takes, the pitch black pendant so full of energy to seem to vibrate. One person's energy is limited, he could go nowhere on his own —— but that power... it swings infinite and perfect at his neck, and no matter how much he draws from it, it just never ends. No wall can contain him, no weapon can kill him, no son of a bitch can stay alive. They wanted the Dark Energy, after all. Fine. He's giving it to them.

The umpteenth gun pointed at him. John rises a hand, and the pendant seems to shine even darker for a moment. He doesn't even need to speak any arcane words, for the air to leave the man's lungs and never coming back to him. He suffocates in a matter of a few seconds, while the pendant whispers, small empty promises in the back of his head that he can't, won't believe in —— he just needs that power, just a little longer, just until they're both safe, despite those words do sound gentle and tender, like a hot chocolate in a cold winter day, like the hug of a loving mother. The man falls, not moving anymore, leaving the door he was guarding free. Just a little longer.

But when he opens the door, his heart sinks at the vision of Lara's state. He hesitates on the threshold for a long instant, those whispered promises suddenly loud certainties. He could kill them all, but that isn't enough anymore. He can break them. He can break them piece by piece, and if they die he can bring them back to break them a little more, a little longer, maybe forever, maybe ——

—— he shakes his head violently, forcing the thoughts away. Shut up. Just a little longer.

« Lara? Hey. Come on, love, wake up. » he calls her, lifting her head with the most gentle touch, that yet feels so violent to him, as if he could crush her so easily. When she answers, he breathes out a long sigh of air, as if he hasn't been breathing in a long time. « 'morning. You chose a shitty motel. Should have called me, I'm an expert. » He stands up, moving behind her to start working on untying her hands. The pendant beats rhythmically on his chest, like a heartbeat, way calmer than his own. « Stay awake, okay? I'm taking you away from here. »

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😬 trying to hide a wound, or 🔪 after they were tortured if you want to go harder. >:)

Loud steps, loud noises. Someone intruding the area. Someone as loud as her, and yet way more ready to face the mercenaries who captured her, it seems.

Lara... isn't doing great. The door opening, the noises stopping, made her wince - a noise she hates to make, one that sends shives of pure pain through her whole body, as if she was electrocuted. Her low head is lifted, a bunch of blood and sweat dripping on it as she tries to adjust to the sudden light.

"...John...?"

She calls out for him insecure, tense. Oh, no. No no no, not like this. Don't look at me like this. Not bound and bruised and with one extra hole in my shoulder.

"...morning."

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time to write some horror.

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&. 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

(  we  love  angst  on  this  blog,  what  can  we  say.  here’s  some  more  dialogue  prompts  for  you.  a  warning  for  potentially  triggering  themes  below.  )

❛ everything you touch, you ruin. ❜

❛ the only one who gets to kill you, is me. ❜

❛ you can’t make me disappear. ❜

❛ memories are only there to make you bleed. ❜

❛ i don’t need your permission. ❜

❛ don’t shut me out like this. ❜

❛ the less you know, the better. ❜

❛ i won’t stop killing until you kill me. ❜

❛ why is it whenever we see each other, you’re covered in blood? ❜

❛ you think i felt something for you? you’ve forgotten what i am. ❜

❛ the last time we talked, didn’t you say you wanted to kill me? ❜

❛ i felt something loosen in me that shouldn’t have been loosened. ❜

❛ pull yourself together. we have work to do. ❜

❛ stay back, i have a demon inside of me. ❜

❛ let me get closer, i have a hell inside of me where your demon can live. ❜

❛ people like that don’t deserve to live. ❜

❛ just do what you’re told. like you always do. ❜

❛ why do you have to make everyone hate you? ❜

❛ it’s better that you don’t get involved. ❜

❛ i’d do anything to make you stay. ❜

❛ who cares if it bleeds. ❜

❛ is this what you think love is? ❜

❛ just breathe through it. it gets easier. ❜

❛ don’t pretend that you cared about me. ❜

❛ i’m starting to think you like wasting my time. ❜

❛ we wouldn’t be alive if it weren’t for me. ❜

❛ i will never, ever, give you a moment’s peace. ❜

❛ the world doesn’t hate us. but it doesn’t love us either. ❜

❛ it hurts that you still can’t trust me after all this time. ❜

❛ a darkness with voices is better than a silent void. ❜

❛ it’s safer to be feared, than loved. ❜

❛ am i not good enough for you? ❜

❛ a burnt child loves the fire. ❜

❛ i’m tired of dying. ❜

❛ what if you hurt because it feels good? ❜

❛ don’t try to fix me, i’m not broken. ❜

❛ if you want me to die, you can just say so. ❜

❛ you don’t have to be afraid of who you are. ❜

❛ that line disappears once you cross it. ❜

❛ how can i believe you after all you’ve done? ❜

❛ i won’t let you forget about me. ❜

❛ the person you once knew me as, died. ❜

❛ are you going to leave me again? ❜

❛ i have nothing i could offer you. ❜

❛ no one is going to save you. no one can. ❜

❛ maybe you’re / i’m already dead. ❜ 

❛ you have blood on your hands. ❜

❛ what, can’t take a punch? ❜

❛ i’m your mind giving you someone to talk to. ❜

❛ you have to step out of this darkness and let them see you for who you are, like i have. ❜

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&. 𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

(  various  non - halloween  themed  dialogue  prompts  for  all  your  slashers,  final  girls,  and  other  horrors  beyond  your  comprehension.  trigger  warning  for  dark  themes.  feel  free  to  edit  as  you  seem  fit.  ) 

❛ it’s the silence that scares me. ❜

❛ i’m every nightmare you ever had. ❜

❛ i want to see your true face. ❜

❛ one way or another, you’re going to die tonight. ❜

❛ just because you don’t see it, doesn’t mean it’s not already here. ❜

❛ by the time anyone finds your body, they won’t be able to identify it. ❜

❛ you’re playing a dangerous game here, girl. ❜

❛ i’m playing the villain, just like you wanted. ❜

❛ i won’t give up on you, i know you’re worth it! ❜

❛ scream all you want. no one will hear you. ❜

❛ what are you going to do to me? ❜

❛ there you are, my darling! ❜

❛ i knew you would come back to me. ❜

❛ don’t you want to be consumed by what loves you? ❜

❛ i’m going to send you back to hell where you came from! ❜

❛ you can’t keep me here forever! ❜

❛ how are you still alive? i killed you! ❜

❛ sometimes human spaces make inhuman monsters. ❜

❛ please. why don’t you just let me go? ❜

❛ this missing poster has your face on it. ❜

❛ that wasn’t so bad, was it? ❜

❛ what’s wrong, you don’t trust me? ❜

❛ i know a lot about you. more than you think. ❜

❛ you want me to shut him up for you? ❜

❛ we could have been beautiful together. ❜

❛ when you think you’re alone, someone watches. ❜

❛ rest while you can, because i will hunt you and eat you whole. ❜

❛ what you want is very wrong. ❜

❛ you look so pretty all tied up like this. ❜

❛ what, you like to watch? you goddamn sicko. ❜

❛ god isn’t here. god doesn’t even know about this place. ❜

❛ there is something at work in my soul which i do not understand. ❜

❛ i am the devil, and i am here to do the devil’s work. ❜

❛ you know what they say, an eye for an eye. ❜

❛ why don’t you scream for me? ❜

❛ are you… smelling me? ❜

❛ we’re going to die out here. ❜

❛ i’m not afraid of anything. not anymore. ❜

❛ we will be what everyone wants to be. perfect. ❜

❛ no offense, but i think you might be just a little too crazy for me. ❜

❛ we all go a little mad sometimes. ❜

❛ the harder i try to escape, the further i get into this awful place. ❜

❛ this was not how it was supposed to go! ❜

❛ this is the end of your little game. i win. ❜

❛ don’t leave me! i can’t be alone! ❜

❛ no one is coming for you. ❜

❛ you hide. and i’ll try to find you. sound fun? ❜

❛ fuck this place. seriously, just fuck this place. ❜

❛ what’s the matter, honey? you’ve barely touched your dinner. ❜

❛ don’t be afraid. dying is much easier than living. ❜

❛ i won’t let them kill you. i won’t let them even touch you. ❜

❛ let’s get you some clothes before i get too turned on. ❜

❛ you weren’t putting that tongue to use anyway. ❜

❛ shall i drink your blood fresh, or slice your neck and spill it out first? ❜

❛ dying keeps moving lower on the list of worst things that could happen to me. ❜

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&. 𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐬 (𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬?) 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

(  various  dialogue  prompts  to  send  to  your  worst  enemy  (affectionate).  feel  free  to  change  how  you  seem  fit.  )

❛ oh great, it's you again. ❜

❛ you? kill me? that's funny. ❜

❛ for being someone you hate, i'm sure on your mind a lot. ❜

❛ you're the last person i wanted to see, actually. ❜

❛ do us both a favor. stay away from me. ❜

❛ you really are an asshole, you know that? ❜

❛ i'm the asshole? what does that make you then? ❜

❛ sometimes i think you must hate me. ❜

❛ i thought you said you never wanted to see me again. ❜

❛ if you want me to go, then you have to tell me to leave. ❜

❛ well, someone's cranky today. ❜

❛ well, someone needs to shut the fuck up. ❜

❛ just stay out of my way. ❜

❛ of all the idiots in the world, i'm stuck with you. ❜

❛ what is it you want this time? ❜

❛ sometimes i wonder if you're in love with me. ❜

❛ do you honestly think this is easy for me? ❜

❛ why would i ever want to be friends with you? ❜

❛ can we please just talk? ❜

❛ there is nothing for us to talk about. ❜

❛ you can yell at me later. just let me help you. ❜

❛ touch me, and you're dead. ❜

❛ oh, so now you care? ❜

❛ there is something deeply wrong with you. ❜

❛ i know i'm the last person you probably want to see, but... ❜

❛ you don't think we could be friends, do you? ❜

❛ i'm tired of fighting against you. ❜

❛ don't pretend you give a shit about me. ❜

❛ you're an idiot, but... i trust you. ❜

❛ oh, don't be cute. ❜

❛ wait, did you just say that i'm cute? ❜

❛ we're not good for each other. ❜

❛ if i say yes, will you shut up? ❜

❛ don't you have to be stupid somewhere else? ❜

❛ maybe we should kiss just to break the tension. ❜

❛ i'm sorry i can't turn off my feelings as easily as you. ❜

❛ maybe there's a universe out there where we're friends. ❜

❛ how can you be so smart yet so dumb at the same time? ❜

❛ don't think this changes anything between us. ❜

❛ you look ridiculous in that outfit, by the way. ❜

❛ if you die, i'll kill you. ❜

❛ is that a challenge? ❜

❛ ah, so you're not heartless after all. ❜

❛ i don't think i've ever seen you smile. ❜

❛ you never cared about me, so why now? ❜

❛ why didn't you kill me when you had the chance? ❜

❛ i don't even remember why we started fighting. ❜

❛ i don't have time for distractions right now. ❜

❛ you're not as bad as everyone says you are. ❜

❛ enemies make the best lovers, you know. ❜

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18+, canon divergent, multiverse 𝐉𝐎𝐇𝐍 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄. centred on the 2005 movie and dc's legends of tomorrow. trigger heavy content. 𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓.

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verses tag dump!

𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝.「 dc / modern. 」 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐠 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬.「 dbd. 」 𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐧𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫.「 scp. 」 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠.「 fallen london. 」

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𝐈'𝐌 𝐀 𝐍𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐘 𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐂𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊, 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐄𝐅. 𝐀𝐒𝐊 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘.

18+ | selective | canon divergent 𝐉𝐎𝐇𝐍 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄 mostly 𝐃𝐂'𝐒 𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐎𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐖 and the 𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟓 𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐄 centred. 𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓, 28 y/o, italian, any pronouns. follows from ghostories.

𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐩 𝐨𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐲.

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