I hate any and all pizza. Is that a crime? âCause all my friends think thatâs a crime. đ
OKIE OKIEEEEEEâ I heard you all.
Hereâs PART TWO to âNeed a Lift?â with a bit of a twist. ;)
(click HERE to read part one!)
âPick Me Up Linesâ
âYou donât like pizza?â
âNo, never have. My friends say Iâm weird for it, and John threw me in jail over it because he said it was a crime, but thatâs just my prefences.â
âThatâsâŚâ
You blink, looking at Arthur from where he drives as though he were an alien instead of a man. Well, you guess it would make more sense either wayâ him not being a man. After all, he literally lifted your car by hand andâ
âI just donât like how heavy it is,â Arthur scratches at the peach fuzz lining his chin, âLike grease from the pepperoni or cheese? Itâs too much.â
âBut jail?â
âIt wasnât an actual jail,â he clarifies, âBut thereâs a cell and everythinâ. Didnât really work when I bent the bars to get out.â
You stare at the man.
âYou bent metal over a debate on pizza.â
âI am very strong about protectinâ my beliefs.â
âOr just very fucking strong,â you mutter, and you shake your head and earning a chuckle from Arthur before you ask, âDo you like garlic bread at least?â
âWell, yeah. Ainât nothinâ wrong with it.â
âOkay⌠So youâre not entirely a lost cause,â you murmur as Arthur takes a turn, âBut stillâ no pizza?â
âIf you wanna eat pizza, thatâs just fine by me. I donât want you to think you gotta eat somethinâ I like. That ainât really the point of a date.â
You blink, cheeks burning then as you stare at Arthur. He seems to catch onto your reaction then, and the collar of his frock coat folds as he looks at you.
âWhat?â
âYou just said the D-word.â
âThat ainât the D-word.â
âYes it is,â you turn to him then in your seat, pointing a finger at him, âDo you not know how to spell it?â
Huffing, Arthur grumbles, âLast I checked, itâs spelled DâIâCââ
âNo! Not dick, Arthur!â the man coughs as you hit him lightly on the shoulder, âYou said⌠d⌠date.â
âHow are you literally so comfortable with sayinâ the d-word but not dateââ
âYOU SAID IT AGAINââ
âBecause thatâs what weâre doinâ!â Arthur laughs at you then as he stops at the red light, âWeâre gonna have dinner together. Ainât nothinâ wrong with that.â
Rolling your eyes lightly, you huff, looking out of the foggy and snowy window, âIâm not sayinâ that.â
âWell, I donât like pizza and you donât like the word date,â Arthur hums, âStrange folks, we are.â
You also have superhuman strength?
âItâs not that I donât like the word or what we are doing, itâs just that itâs kind of unexpected. Like, I was supposed to go home and watch Umbrella Academy on Netflix, and now here I am, going to have dinner with who I am positive is the bumpkin inspiration for Luther Hargreeves.â
âLuther-who-now?â
You ignore Arthurâs question and sigh, drawing an absent squiggle into the condensation on his car window. As your finishing your abstract masterpiece of boredom, you begin to notice the overall construction and architecture of Valentine change. Suddenly, all the buildings begin to pick up a western theme, and your mind bogles as you look down one road to find it entirely looking like an old western town from the late 1800âs.
Well, how a western outlaw town would look buried under six inches of piling, white snow.
âWhat in the hell?â you look back at Arthur then, âDid we suddenly time travel? Like⌠I have a Toyota man, not a tardis.â
âI have no idea what that is.â
âI would be more surprised if you did. But donât worry, Iâm not much of a Doctor Who fan. I only watched it for David Tennant and that was all I would allow myself.â
âRemind to ask you about what you said later,â he mutters. Â
Arthur slows as you arrive to a saloon-themed diner of all things, donned with the gaudy name of âThe Chuckwagonâ written in an old timey font with a cartoon rendition of an Armadillo tipping its hat at you. You take in the double doors with decals on them to appear like the clip art version of wooden saloon doors, and the fact that the roof has even an arched top to appear like an old wagon topped with canvas.
âUh.â
âAppearance is weird, but the food is good,â Arthur says with some defense.
âCare to explain why the entire town has gone Clint Eastwood on me?â
Arthur sighs as he parks his tow truck, âThis is gonna sound weird, but⌠Weâre a tourist attraction here. One of those re-enactment places you sometimes hear about.â
âOh! So thatâs what you meant by it not being an actual jail!â
He nods, âPrecisely.â
Your eyes lighten up as the prospects pile up before you.
âFor the love of everything holy, please tell me youâre the sheriffââ
âNo, thatâs Dutch, but sometimes I play the deputy. Otherwise⌠I play a bounty hunter.â
âSweet mother of⌠At least tell me youâre from somewhere southern?â
âNo. Iâm from California. LA, actually⌠only reason I have an accent is that it got stuck,â Arthur then clears his throat, talking without an accent, âI used to sound like this.â
Your voice is quiet in the cab as Arthur silences the engine and undoes his seatbelt, âOh my godâŚâ
âWeâre a bit of a weird town, but thatâs how we are⌠Dutch actually owns all these places, runs it during the summer. Obviously this is the off season, so we do other stuff to stay afloat like being an in-between point for major cities around here. It pays well when itâs the height of tourist season.â
You both exit the car, and you look over to him as you step onto the curb and head towards the Chuckwagon. The harsh wind whips at your face and hair, and you feel your skin heat up as Arthur goes to pull one of the doors to the themed diner.
âThought people didnât really go to these kinda places anymore?â
âWell, we have other stuff apart from the re-enactments, but it helps with shows like Westworld cominâ out.â
Under your breath, you hiss, âIâm gonna have a strokeâŚâ
Arthur doesnât seem to hear you as the bell above the doors rings upon your entry.
The inside of the diner looks just like the outside, with the wood-paneled walls and the fake potted cactuses that sit at each table, a designated repetition like the salt and pepper shakers and napkin dispensers. Â
Immediately, as Arthur stops at the podium and you pause at his side, a girl walks up to the hostess station, grinning like wild as she twirls one of her blonde curls.
Sheâs dressed in appropriate attire for the location, except with a more modern, dignified twist. With her white and purple dress, she looks straight out of a western flick with a poor budget as you wave at her lightly.
âAh now, Arthur, who is this fine thing youâre thinkinâ âbout right now?â
âMy date,â he says easily. Â
Flushing a bit, you wave a slight hand at the blonde as she narrows her eyes on you. Â
âAgain with the d-word!â you nudge his side, to which Arthur lightly rolls his eyes.
âHm,â thereâs a twinkle in the womanâs gaze, much like the blue glitter in her eyeshadow as she grabs two menus from the podium and beckons you both to follow, âDonât think Iâve seen you before.â
âIâm not from here⌠Arthur, he found me on the road, stuck in this stupid storm with my car just about dead.â
âOh Arthur, youâre such a hero! Trust me, she thought you were impressive!â
âButââ
âIâm not a hero, Karen.â
âYeah, but to your date, youâre Superman.â
Snorting as she stops in front of a both, and you and Arthur go to seat yourselves, he comments idly as the waitress sets your menus onto the table, âI ainât no Clark Kent.â
âPlease! Some glasses and hair dye, and youâd be perfect!â
You have to agree. Heâs got the powers and everything, after all. Only thing thatâs stopping him is the wardrobe.
âHey, even your date agrees!â
Frowning lightly, you realize, âI didnât say I didââ
âNah. I was Deadpool once for Johnâs Halloween party and that was enough.â
Eyes widening, you gape, attention diverted, âYou dressed as Wade Wilson!?â
âYes. And I can say Iâm not a fan of spandex.â
Laughing, Karen jests, âThe other people sure were, though.â Â
âKaren,â he pushes. Â
âAlright, well Iâll leave you two be for a minute. But expect me to come back âround! I wanna know more âbout you!â
You grin sheepishly at Karen as she sways back into the rest of the diner, and then you look back to Arthur. Â
âSo is she part of the re-enactments thing?â
âNo. She ainât in character. Sheâs just like that,â Arthur explains, âBless her heart.â
âIâm guessing most of you are here for the re-enactments thing?â
Arthur nods, picking up his menu, âMost are. Thereâs a few who donât. Like Hosea, he doesnât exactly partake. But heâs older and his job is more so financial-based than anything with actinâ. He helps keep Dutch and this place in line⌠Probably the only reason weâre still open after all these years.â
You hum, looking at the armadillo brandishing his lasso on the front of the menu as someone else approaches your table.
âMy my, Arthur Morgan! You sly dog!â
You look up to see another woman, her hair also done in curls like Karenâs, but her sandy hair is pulled back along the top and held together in a braid that cascades down her shoulders like the rest of her hair. Sheâs dressed in period-appropriate attire just like Karen, except her tacky dress is a light blue that is what you wished the sky looked like right now.
âHey, Mary-Beth.â
âSay, what could I get you two to drink?â
Arthur hums, rubbing his chin, âGuess Iâll take a coffee. Black, please.â Â
Scribbling his request down, Mary-Beth then regards you, âAnd what would you like?â
âSweet tea, I guess.â
âLemon?â
Shrugging you shake your head, âIâm indifferent about them.â
âIâll bring some on the side just in case you want some,â she winks, âIâll grab those drinks and be right back to take your order.â
Mary-Beth offers a polite and curt smile to you both before walking to the drink station in the corner of the room.
âGuess I should look at the menu thenâŚâ
âMost of the food here is pretty good. Pearson has gotten better over the years, so any decision you make should be fine⌠Just avoid the soup of the day. Itâs always chili no matter what. Itâs all he can make.â
You sputter a small laugh, but go back to looking at the listed foods. Â
âWhat do you plan on getting?â you ask.
âProbably the cowboy burger,â he answers, rubbing at his chin with one hand, âIâm in the mood for some crispy onions.â
Nodding, you take in Arthurâs decision as you try to make your own.
After a bit of browsing, you decide to just go along with Arthur and get a burger. You fold your menu back up and set it on top of Arthurâs before setting your eyes on him.
Heâs already looking at you, brows creased and gaze focused, and you quirk an eyebrow at him.
âWhat?â
âNothinâ⌠Just think Iâve talked about myself a lot. I was wonderinâ a bit about you.â
You flush some, smirking, âWell, I was visiting my family up here, holidays, ya know? I live a few hours away for school and whatnot. Iâm trying to study for programming.â
âOh, like computers nâ stuff?â
You shake your head with a laugh, âNah, like video games and stuff.â
Arthur looks like he wants to ask more, but he is cut off by Mary-Beth returning with your drinks. She sets Arthurâs steaming mug of coffee down before before grabbing your glass of tea and placing it on your side of the table. Â
âKnow what you want?â
âYeah.â
Arthur goes first, âIâll have the cowboy burger. No mayo, extra pickles.â
Noting his meal down, Mary-Beth looks to you.
âAnd you?â
Swallowing, you tell her, âI guess Iâll have the same? No mayo or tomato though. Regular amount of pickles.â
âLooks like thatâs it! Iâll be back to check on you a couple of times, but otherwise the food shouldnât take long!â
âThanks, Mary-Beth,â Arthur grins, sipping at his coffee. Â
âThank you,â you smile at her.
âNo problem!â she beams, âIf yâall also need anythinâ let me know!â
Mary-Beth leaves, and you look over to Arthur.
âSheâs really nice,â he tells you, âProbably the sweetest here in Valentine.â
âSo. This town, Valentine⌠why havenât I heard of it before?â
Arthur hums, finishing his sip of coffee before answering, âLike I said, itâs not dying but we arenât major either. Itâs gotten a little better over the past few years, and like I said, were the first town on the highway for a minute, so people pit stop here all the time anyways. Guess weâre kinda more a local thing or something you happen âcross.â
âYeah.â
âDo you like it?â
Humming, you place your hands around your glass of tea, âNot sure how I feel about it. Ainât like a piece of pizza to me yet.â
Chuckling, he sends you a warm look.
âHey man, Iâmma dog you like your name is Clifford for as long as I can for that one.â
âAs Iâve noticed,â Arthur tilts his head at you then, âSo, you said you wanted to make video games?â
âOh yes,â you brighten some, âIt can be pretty rough depending on what youâre doing⌠and certain developers arenât doing too hot or mismanaged like hell, but I love video games. And a lot of people do too, if theyâre done right,â you pause, âYou play anything?â
Arthur pulls out his cellphone, an older smart one by the looks of it. Now considered ancient with the new models coming out. Honestly, you were expecting a flip phone at this rate, so youâre gonna count your blessings where they lie. Â
âI play solitaire sometimes. And thereâs an app I mess with occasionally. Just one of those puzzle ones, and I had Mancala on here until I had the moves memorized and it was just click nâ go. But I donât really get involved with games.â
You fiddle with your straw, twirling it in your glass as you specify things, âWhat about on a console? Xbox, PlayStation? You play anything there?â
âNah. The most I own is a DVD player at my house. I never really played games overall.â
You hum, âSounds kinda fitting. At least you donât have a VCR.â
Rolling his eyes playfully, Arthur asks, âWhat about you?â
âIâve played a few things across quite a few platforms. I donât really have a specific favorite or something Iâm diehard for. If I like something, then I like it. Doesnât matter what itâs on or about.â
Grinning, Arthur nods, âThatâs commendable.â
âI just wanna make something everyone enjoys. Something anyone can have fun with, ya know?â you stop moving your straw then, focusing entirely on the man across from you, âI just wanna be able to create that feeling I had as a kid, playing something and enjoying myself. And to share that with other people.â
âThatâs a beautiful thing to want.â
Flushing, you sheepishly ask, âWhat about you? Why did you decide to come to Valentine?â
âAh. I liked actinâ but Iâm not a huge fan of the industry. Thereâs a lotta problems there. And I guess Iâve always like country life but Iâm too modern to exactly accept it entirely. So this was easy. I was actually on my way up to New York and my car broke down kinda outside of town, and found my way here. Just stayed ever since.â
âHuh.â
You sip at your tea then, thinking. Â
âGuess we both just kinda wandered down here.â
Smirking, Arthur explains, âValentine is just like that. A lot of people donât expect to stop here, but they do. Itâs gotta way if growinâ on ya.â
âI suppose so⌠I havenât seen anything like it.â
âItâs a strange place, for sureâŚâ
You nod, thinking back to when Arthur lifted your car. Thereâs nothing but snow and strange in this bitch. Â
âYou have questions,â he notes. Â
Looking up from your tea to the aspiring actor gone tow-truck cowboy, you blink. Â
âQuestions?â
âObviously,â Arthur takes a sip of his coffee before setting his mug down, the dark liquid steaming as his licks his lips before speaking once more, âI saw your face earlier. Both when I was towinâ your sedan, and at the gas station. You havenât brought it up so far, and honestly⌠itâs kinda strange.â
âA lotta things are strange here,â you whisper, âYou think me refraining from asking why that is happens to be one of them?â
âWell yeah. Man lifts a car in front of you no problem, and all you do is tell me Iâm a Netflix character. Youâre not a Buzzfeed quiz.â
âIâm not rude, either.â
Snorting, Arthur explains, âWould it be rude to really ask why itâs possible when you know it shouldnât be?â
âHey, as long as you got me outta that ditch and didnât murder me, I was fine with the super strength. Youâre like a ninja turtle. Except youâre not a turtle. And you hate pizza.â
âI donât hate pizza.â
âYou donât love it either.â
âI know what I like to eat,â he says, and your eyebrows raise as his gaze heats a little, âDepends on if what I come across matches my taste.â
Your mouth goes dry, your heart hampering away in your chest as Mary-Beth seems to appear in front of you with your food.
âHere ya go! Two burgers! And I brought a bowl of pickles out for you, Arthur.â
âThanks,â Arthur sends her a grin, all friendly like he hadnât just eyed you like a god damn snacc. Â
âYou still okay?â Mary-Beth asks you. Â
Flushed and flustered, you are only able to nod. Â
âAwesome!â she grins, âIâm gonna give you all some space, and Iâll check on you in a minute!â
You look down at your plate, and you hear what almost sounds like static at your side. Glancing up, you see that the space beside you where Mary-Beth once was is now suddenly vacated entirely. Â
Bugging out of their sockets, your eyes move to Arthur, who seems completely unbothered by the sudden disappearance of your waitress and his friend. Â
âShe does that,â he says easily, picking up his burger, âShe can teleport. Wish I could. She saves so much on gas.â
You look at your plate, your mind going elsewhere as you stare at your food. Â
âYouâre⌠youâre not the only one who can do weird things?â
âWe all can. Honestly, we all wound up here one way or another by happenstance. We all have somethinâ âbout ourselves that ainât normal, too.â
Looking to where Karen stands at the booth, looking in the mirror of her compact blush as she reapplies her make-up, you find yourself asking, âWhat can she do?â
âItâs kind of annoyinâ at times when she will play with you,â Arthur takes a bite of his burger, chewing, âbut Karen? Sheâs a telepath.â
âAnd our cook?â
The man deadpans, âOh, Pearson? He can transfigure things. Except his ability is kinda broken⌠it all just becomes chili.â
You canât help it, despite your shock, your burst out laughing. Â
Arthur looks startled for a second, obviously not expecting that kind of reaction, but he smiles nonetheless. Â
After it dies on your tongue, you ask, âYou said everyone has a strange ability?â
âYes. Well, except for Micah. Heâs a bit sour about it, and honestly, heâs an asshole before that, and heâs also grumpy about beinâ the janitor of the place too. But everyone kind of has their own specialty. Iâm sure you can guess mine.â
âAn unexplainable and unnatural amount of strength?â
Chuckling, he nods.
âYou know,â he begins, âYouâre takinâ this a lot better than I expected.â
You shrug, murmuring, âI suppose there have been weirder things to happen to me.â
âAre you sure âbout that?â
âDonât John Cena me.â
His brows furrow with confusion then, âWho now?â
Shaking your head, you mutter, âNevermindâŚâ
The man buns, taking a bite of his burger as you pick at your fries. Â
Honestly, it is a lot to process, and your brain? Well, you might as well be staring at a blue error 404 screen. Thereâs no way you could grasp enough brain cells to wrap your mind around the concept of a western re-enactment tourist city being filled with people just as unordinary as the town itself.
You find your curiosity getting the better of you, and you lose your focus on your plate of food.
âYou mentioned Dutch and Hosea, the people who kinda run this place. What can they do?â
âOh, Hosea can predict the future, to an extent. And Dutch, he has the ability to turn invisible. Which is funny, âcause all the man wants it to be seen.â
Humming, you ask, âHow many of you are there?â
âEighteen,â he tells you, ânot includinâ me or Jack.â
âJack?â
âAbigail and Johnâs son. We donât know if heâs got an ability or not.â
âOh. Cool,â pausing, you glance up at him, âIs this all supposed to be a secret?â
âWe donât like to make it known, but⌠I feel like I can trust you,â Arthur states, âAnd even then, itâs hard for anyone to believe if they donât see it themselves.â
Blushing a bit from his initial admission, you nod, âPoint made I guess.â
Taking another bite, Arthur speaks with his cheek propping out like a chipmunkâs, âAre you gonna eat?â
âOh, yeah. Sorry. Got distracted.â
You munch on your burger absentmindedly. And as you eat, you know that Arthurâs eyes donât leave you. Heâs obviously gauging you, and with the way his eyes squint, itâs like he struggles. Â
Which is weird. Â
Youâre pretty much an open book when it comes to your feelings. You always have been. Â
As you finish your burger, Arthur offers an inquisitive look. Â
âHowâs the food?â
âItâs not pizza,â when Arthur chuckles, you relent some, âItâs pretty good.â
âThe chili is too. But you can try that next time.â
Blinking, you tilt your head, âNext time?â
âWell, youâre gonna have to stay here for a minute. This blizzard isnât gonna let up for a few days, and itâs gonna take a couple more for the plows to come through and clear this all out.â
Nodding, you sigh, âOf courseâŚâ
âYou sound delighted about that.â
âItâs not that Iâm not enjoying our time together,â you insist, and you reach over, placing your hand over Arthurâs, âI donât feel bad about meeting you at all.â
You see Arthurâs face scrunch up in confusion, but then his features slacken, his eyes glazed a little as he looks to you. Â
âYeah⌠same.â
Quirking a brow at him, you remove your hand, cheeks burning as he stares at you while you shove your hands into your jacket pockets. Â
âWell, foodâs eaten. What do we do now?â
âWhy pay, of course!â
âJESUS CHRISTââ
Mary-Beth bursts out laughing at you as you clutch at your chest. Â
The air somewhat glitters around her from where she appeared, and Arthur seems to shake off whatever came over him as he sees her.
âIâve been called worse, but Iâll take it!â
She sets a black checkbook down onto the table.
âItâs no rush to either of ya.â
âWeâre both done. Ainât no rushinâ for us,â Arthur snatches the checkbook before youâre even able to get your hands out of your coat pockets, âAnd I got it.â
âSuch a gentleman!â Mary-Beth winks. Â
Rolling his eyes lightly, Arthur places a twenty and some ones into the checkbook, âKeep the change.â
âHeâs treating both of us,â Mary-Beth nudges you then. Â
Nodding at her, you watch as Arthur stands and Karen comes up to your table.
âLeavinâ already?â
âSeems like thatâs what you do once you eat nâ pay,â Arthur jokes. Â
You stand up as well, glancing at Karen and Mary-Beth as they openly judge you. Their hands are on their chins and everything. Â
Itâs like those two old guy muppets judging you, as though Arthur had picked you up off of Sesame Street instead of the snowed-in highway.
âGirls,â Arthur warns without much heat. Â
He comes over to your side, putting a hand at the small of your back as the girls come closer. Â
âArthur, weâre just curious!â
âI know ya are. But itâs been a long day, andââ
Karen huffs, âYou just wanna take the date to the hotel. Or your place. Whichever. Long as itâs got a bed.â
Arthur stops, voice dying and crackling out miserably. You glance to him, cheeks burning. Â
Arthur wantedâ âŚ
Oh. Â
O h. Â
Oh fuck. He wants to fuckâ
âYou ainât gotta be like that, Karen.â
âItâs okay. They donât mind either.â
âKaren!â
Wait. Karen can read minds. Right. Â
Meaning. She can hear you.
Right now. Â
Thinking of Arthur burying his dick in you like your car did with the snowbank he pulled you out of which OHâ
âI ainât even gotta use my powers to know. Just lookinâ at you two and I can tell you wanna test how soundproof Grimshawâs hotel is.â
âKARENââ
She shrugs, nonplussed in the wake of your own and Arthurâs mortification.
Mary-Beth only nods at Karenâs words, and you wish a hole would open up here in the floor to swallow you whole. Â
âCan we leave please?â
âBe our guest,â Karen gestures to the door then, âBut donât worry. Iâll hear about it. Either from Grimshaw or from across the road.â
âKaren,â Arthur sends her a pleading look. Â
You both scurry past her, escaping out of the Chuckwagon and our into the freezing world outside of it. Â
As you rush to Arthurâs tow truck, your mind canât help but play a loop on what just happened. Â
You both get into the cab of the truck, the space of it barely warm from where you had been in it before. Arthur rushes to start the car, and as soon as it rumbles to life, you both reach to adjust the AC. Â
Your fingers brush against one another, and you swallow thickly as Arthur stalls. Â
Arthur gets that same look about him as he did in the restaurant as you pull your hand away, and you look out of the window. Â
Some moments pass, and the air is as tense as it is cold as the heater in the tow truck slowly comes back from the brink of freezing. Â
âHeyâŚâ
You glance back at Arthur, cheeks redder than the manâs as he looks at you. Â
âYeah?â
âI donât want you to think we gotta do anythinâ or whatever. Iâm not gonna ask you to do anythinâ because I helped you, or that Iâm interested and want somethinâ back. You only ever have to do anything you chose and are comfortable with,â youâre taken aback with some surprise then, âKaren really went over the line back there andââ
You cut him off by pressing your lips against his, and you feel Arthur go slack against you. Â
His lips are chapped, but soft past the dryness of his skin. But it doesnât come close to the way his hand comes up the side of your face, and his fingers work their way into your hair.
His lips work against your own finally, and you make a small noise before Arthur finally breaks away. Â
Heâs panting lightly, and you go back into your seat, breathing. Â
And of course, thatâs when you look into the foggy windows of the Chuckwagon to see Mary-Beth and Karen whooping at you. Â
âOh Jesusââ
Arthur pulls his tow truck away from the parking lot then, and onto the road, and you both ride on in silence for a moment or two. Â
Itâs as Arthur gets down the end of the road, his truck going to turn, that he regards you. Â
âSo⌠you okay if I take you to my place, or did you want to head to the hotel after we grab your things?â Â
You canât help it, but you laugh and shake your head, your smile as warm as the cab of the tow truck now.
âWe can pick it up on the way to either, if you want.â
âThereâs somethinâ else Iâd like to be pickinâ upââ
âYou are the worst.â
Triumphantly, he declares, âBut Iâm not pizza.â
âNo,â you smirk, âNo youâre not.â
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