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Fixation on the Darkness (Part Five: Dark Romance! e.m. x fem! reader)

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Trigger/Content Warning: Dark Eddie! Strong sexual content, blood play, unprotected p+v, fingering/oral (f receiving). Violence. Language. Angst.

Summary: Full summary on Part One.

Word Count: 5.3k

You watch silently as Eddie inhales deeply on a cigarette. His hands were trembling and his eyes stared off into the darkness. It had been three hours, there was no change, he was still Eddie. You had sent Dustin home, telling him you promised to call him in the morning; that you were safe.

Eddie said nothing.

He was silent for those three hours. You were confused, naturally, you’d thought he’d be happy to be free from the grasp of the upside down. But then you realized that even though he was back, this was the first time he was in his own body. All of him. You knew things were torturous for him there, but you wouldn’t pry. Not yet.

“Can I get you anything? Water?” You ask him quietly.

He jumps as if you startled him. He meets your eyes, wide and glassy. Scared. He continues to stare at you for a moment and he clears his throat, snugging out the cigarette on the ashtray

“I could…I could use a shower.”

You nod. “There’s clothes you left in the drawer in my room…the—”

“Bottom right, I remember.” He says quietly. He gets up from his seat across from you, but you don’t look up. He hovers there for a moment and you feel his hand squeeze your shoulder tenderly. Your breath hitches, and he lingers there. His touch wasn’t as cold.

He walks away after a moment and when you hear the shower turn on upstairs, you slump down in your chair; exhaustion settling in. He had hugged you so tightly when he saw you, he was almost whimpering. Dustin couldn’t control his emotions and sobbed in his chest; Eddie did his best to hold himself together, it was like reuniting with a brother.

Then within a moment, it was almost like he was in a trance, and he became withdrawn. Certain sounds would startle him, he had locked every door and window. Even the ones in the basement. He wouldn’t go near you after that and part of you wondered if you made a mistake. You essentially brought the dead back to life, in some form. He still didn’t have a heartbeat, he still had his fangs, and claws.

His skin was the only thing that felt different.

You remove yourself from the chair and head to the living room. You had cleaned while he sat there unmoving; the black vomit was the hardest to clean. You curl into yourself on the couch, closing your eyes. All you could do was sleep.

Gasping, you sit up straight, your body covered in a cold sweat. Your entire house was dark and cold. You hear footsteps outside, close. Your blood runs cold.

Where was Eddie?

You hear the doorknob from your back door turn left, right, left, right and you nearly fall backwards off the couch. His arms catch you around your waist and you almost scream but his hand covers your mouth. Eddie meets your eyes; the moon reflects off his brown irises and you relax in his hold. He puts his finger to his lips, and you nod. Your heart pounds as he takes his hand way, and he quietly moves you behind him. He walks towards the back door, a low growl rumbles in his chest as he peaks through the curtains.

“Stay behind me.” His voice is more menacing than it was before, and for once you felt scared in his presence.

Another growl erupts from his chest louder, and he swings the door open, the cold air stings your cheeks and he leapt out the door. You suck in a breath and sprint out to the back porch; the air biting your skin.

“Eddie?”

You can’t see him or hear him, and you begin to panic.

“Eddie?!” You whisper loudly. Wind brushes against your hair and you’re back inside your kitchen. Eddie is closing and locking the door. “What happened?”

“It was the thing that attacked me, I caught it’s scent.”

“What?” You gasp. “Are you a basset hound now? When could you pick up scents? Where is it? Where did it go?” Your mind was racing, and you could feel yourself panicking.

“I lost the trail, but it’s human.” He glances out the window, his fangs still exposed. “I think it’s what has been committing the murders. There was a blood trail.”

You stand still.

“Why were they near my house?”

“I don’t know.” He meets your eyes.

“Eddie—”

“I don’t know!” He snaps, causing you to jump back, your hand automatically flies to your chest. He looks at you with sad eyes. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” He reaches for you but stops. “I’m sorry.” He places his head in his hands. You stare at him, your eyes slowly filling with tears, and you move closer, taking his hands away from his face.

“Hey. Look at me.” You hold his cheeks, and he shudders against your touch. He finally meets your eyes.

“I can still feel him.” He whispers, his voice trembles. “And he wants to hurt you.”

“Then don’t let him.”

His hands squeeze your waist, and he presses his forehead against yours. “I’m scared he’s gonna come back and I’ll be gone forever. I know this is my body and where I’m supposed to be, but everything hurts.” He continues, “Old wounds, I still know what it felt like to die, when I came back and all the lights were out and I cared about nothing…I feel like I’m learning to walk again.”

“I’m with you through this, I promise you.” You curl his fingers through his hair.

“I can’t lose you.” His hand touches your cheek. “You need to protect yourself if I’m not here.”

“What about you? Who’s gonna protect you?”

He smiles at you; that perfect dimpled smile you missed so much. “I think I can handle myself.”

You roll your eyes and smile up at him, gently petting his cheek.

“I missed you.” You whisper.

“I missed you, too.” He leans his face towards yours, his lips gently graze yours before he presses them fully. You tremble under his kiss, so many memories of his mouth on yours. Gentle. Soft. His fingers tangle in your hair and his other hand grips your waist as the kiss deepens. He sighs against your mouth as you nibble his lower lip, he lifts you by your bum and you securely wrap your legs around his waist as he glides you upstairs. You both giggle when he almost trips on the doorframe and you both fall to the bed. He leans up on his elbow to look at you, his finger gently traces your lips, your nose, your jaw.

“I feel like I waited a lifetime just to touch you again.”

“How does it feel?” You ask gently, cupping his cheek.

“Like home.” He smiles, his brown eyes glistening.

You lift your chin to catch his lips, and he moans softly. His hand travels up your shirt, over your skin, and he gently cups your breast. Your back arches under his touch, and he smiles against your lips. His mouth meets your neck, and a loud groan escapes you; mixed with fear and pleasure. Eddie quickly leans back to look at you, worry in his gaze.

“I’m okay, I promise…just remembering.” He keeps looking at you, looking pained and sad. And he knew what you were thinking, mere days ago you were almost dead because he took too much blood from you. Even though that wound was gone, you still remember the fear in his eyes.

You hold his face firmly. “Kiss me, Eddie.”

He does as he is told, and a wave of passion hits you in your lower belly as his tongue slides into your mouth and his finger moves gently across your nipple. You grip onto his shoulders as he grinds against you, cupping your face. He pulls back from your mouth, leaving soft kisses around your neck, lifting your shirt over your head to kiss in between your breasts and run his tongue along your hardened nipple. You close your eyes, a soft gasp escapes your lips as he leaves a kissing trail lower and lower until he meets your hips. He looks up at you with those beautiful eyes and pulls your pants down in one motion. His eyes scan over your naked body and he smiles at you. You spread your legs open wider and a low growl rumbles in his chest as he buries his face in between your legs and wraps his lips around your clit. Your back arches and you moan loudly as his tongue moves around that sensitive bundle. Your fingers pull at his hair, and he moans against your cunt, continuing to devour you, savor you.

“Ughhh, I missed this.” He whispers against your thighs, his fingers kneading at your flesh. “Let me taste all of you.”

You whimper, pulling at his hair and his mouth goes back down to your clit, his tongue flicking faster and faster. You feel your stomach muscles tighten as your orgasm builds and you completely lose all control when his tongue laps up your hole and you’re coming hard. He’s still tasting you as you come, his moans vibrate against you and you feel another wave of the orgasm scream out of you.

He makes his way up your form and you’re still craving him. You pull him towards your mouth, kissing him deeply and hurrying to pull off his shirt and undo his jeans. You let out a broken moan and his mouth falls open as he pushes himself inside you.

“Fuck, baby.” He whimpers, pulling out slowly and pushing himself back into you. You grip his ass, pushing him deeper into you, a groan escaping him. He fucks you harder, his hands gripping your hips and your nails are digging into his back. You look him in the eyes, holding the back of his head.

“Bite me.” You whisper.

His eyes dilate a little and they focus on your neck. His breathing picks up, and you pull his forehead against yours. “Please.”

A low growl rumbles in his chest, and he thrusts into you, making you cry out. “Only a little.” He whispers and you nod.

He moves your hair away from your neck, kissing the skin gently. He picks up his pace as he rocks you, the pleasure you’re feeling building and building. His tongue runs along the vein at your throat and down to the sensitive spot at the dip in your shoulder. You hear him groan and then you feel the slight sting as his fangs bite into your flesh. He moans against your throat, your blood tasting so good to him and you can’t help but beg for more.

“Ohhh…Eddie.” You moan loudly and he pulls back from your neck, his lips coated in your blood and you kiss him. This sends him on a whirlwind because he rolls his hips faster and you can feel another orgasm approaching. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

“Unnnngh, fuck baby…fuck…”

“Harder.”

He moves his hips faster and harder, you arch your hips and scream out his name. A sob escape you as your cunt tightens around his cock and he’s coming soon after you. A sexy, low, animalistic groan escapes him and you feel the warmth from his come all over your walls. Your both catching your breath, his face is buried in your chest, blood still paints his lips and you swallow hard. He puts his wrist to his mouth, gently nicks his flesh and puts it to your lips. You suck gently and could feel the stinging from your neck disappear almost instantly. He wraps his arms around your middle and you both lay there, slowly you drift off to sleep.

You wake up cold, Eddie wasn’t in bed with you, but you had his t shirt on and a fresh pair of underwear. You wondered if you had gotten dressed while half asleep or if he did it for you. You sit up, looking around the room until you hear the sound of the water running in the bath tub. You get up from your bed, walking towards the bathroom when you step in a cold puddle; you gasp, using the wall behind you as support when you see that the water is coming from under the door in the bathroom. You quickly rush to the bathroom and open the door. You see Eddie naked, kneeling over the tub, water overflowing from the lip of the porcelain.

“Jesus, Eddie.” You say, turning off the faucet and unplugging the drain. You kneel next to him, he’s staring at his reflection in the water, his hair partially in the water and you shake his shoulder. “Eddie…Eddie look at me.”

“I can…see him.” His voice sounds far away, childlike almost as he continues to stare into the water. “He’s there.”

“Eddie, no one is there, I need you to look at me.” You shake his shoulder once more and he inhales a sharp breath, finally meeting your eyes, a soft cry escapes his lips.

“When I look…at my reflection…I see his face. His eyes…mine but discolored…he’s so angry…”

“Eddie, you’re safe now.” You tell him gently.

“No…” he shakes his head; tears spill from eyes. “What if…what if one day I…I hurt you because he told me to. And I couldn’t…I couldn’t live with myself if I ever…he was laughing. He was laughing because he wants me to hurt you, and I can’t…I won’t. He’s so angry…and Vecna knows too…he knows that I escaped him.” A broken sob breaks free from him. “I can’t get rid of him, he’s a part of me. He is me. I can feel his rage, and when I look at you, I feel my love for you but the rage…it overpowers it almost.”

Your eyes sting with tears, seeing him this way, feeling how scared he was, how vulnerable. You take his hand, placing it over your heart. “You feel that?” You ask him and he nods. “That beats because of you. Not because of him. When you were lost, someone I knew you’d come back to me, so I kept this beating for you. You won’t hurt me. You’re not him, you were never him.”

Another cry escapes him, and he grips your hand. “But what if I can’t stop him…what if he comes back when I don’t expect it…”

“He won’t. Because you’re gonna fight it. Daily, you’re gonna have to fight it but I know you can do it. It’s going to be an uphill battle, but you can win this.” You hold his face and he looks into your eyes.

“I’m scared.” He whispers, his fingers squeezing the fabric of your shirt.

“Then be scared.” You tell him gently. “I’m with you, okay?”

He nods, sniffling back tears.

“Come on, let’s go back to bed.”

It had taken him a minute to rise to his feet, but he did and followed you back to your bedroom. He pulls on a pair of pajama bottoms and you open the covers for him. He curls into you, kissing your forehead gently and you scoot down so he can rest his head on your chest. You inhale deeply and let out a sigh and he hugs you tightly.

“I can hear your heart beating.” He whispers.

“Must be a lovely sound.”

He sighs. “It is.”

The next few days went by slow, you had to go to work and when you did you kept thinking about Eddie. He wanted to see Uncle Wayne, but he was scared on how he would take it, and maybe it was better he still believed he was dead for his own safety. You were sorting through the jazz records when you hear the bell of the door open, you glance over your shoulder and see a police officer standing there, talking to the owner. You couldn’t hear what they were saying, but your boss looked stressed and you wondered if…

He calls out to you and you put the records down, walking over to the two men. “Sorry sweetheart, but we gotta close up shop. There’s been another murder.”

Your face falls, bile rises in your throat. “Where?”

The police officer sighs. “A few blocks away from your residence, in a wooded area. Two more victims. How did you get here this morning?”

“I walked.” You say quietly. It was a lot warmer than it had been and your car had been making weird sounds lately. “I’m not far and it’s nice outside today.”

“I’d feel better if I drove you home, hon.” He says gently. “Curfew is starting earlier, and I want to make sure you’re safely in your residence.”

“Okay…let me just get my stuff.”

You walk away for a moment and return with your things, following the officer jerk his vehicle. He opens the front door for you and you slide in, putting your seatbelt on and wringing your hands together, it was starting to get cold again…or this was fear. His vehicle smelt like stale cigarettes and cologne; he reminded you of Officer Hopper. He gets in the drivers side and pulls away from the sidewalk. The two of you sit in silence on the drive, you watch outside as the other shops start closing their doors, locking their windows.

“You dated the Munson boy, right?”

His words pull you away from your thoughts and you glance over at him. “Yeah. For five years.”

“I’m sorry.” He says gently.

“You’re the only one who feels bad for me.” You let out a humorless chuckle. “No one would look my direction after everything happened, they thought I worshipped satan or was a witch.”

“I don’t think he did it.”

You’re silent for a moment. “Because he didn’t do it.”

“I’ve been living in this town for a few years…and this is the only place I’ve felt a sense of dread. All of the cover ups…the mall explosion…it doesn’t sit right with me.”

“What do you mean?”

He shrugs and lights up a cigarette. “I don’t know, I believe there’s more to this place then it lets on.”

He pulls up your long driveway and in front of your house. He puts the car in park and you look up at your windows, your bedroom light was on, you knew Eddie was still there.

“Please lock all of your doors and windows when you are inside. And if anything seems off…please call the station. Ask for Ben.”

You nod. “Okay. Thanks for the ride.”

He smiles at you and you get out of his car to walk up your porch, unlock your door and head inside. You sigh when you push the door closed and glance up your stairs when you see Eddie standing there. A smile reaches your lips and you lean your back against the door.

“Are you alright?” He walks down the steps, gently rubbing his hand on your cheek.

“There’s been two more victims.” You say tiredly and a low growl rumbles in his chest.

“Where?”

“A few blocks from here.” You meet his eyes and you could feel the tremble beneath his touch, the rage in him building. “In a wooded area, I’m assuming near Lover’s lake, that’s where a lot of them have been found.”

He looks out the window and then meets your eyes. “Okay. Listen to me, you’re gonna lock every door and window. You’re gonna grab any weapon you can find and keep it on you at all times. I’m gonna go to the lake.”

“No.” You snap. “No, you’re not going anywhere.”

“I need to make sure you’re safe.” He says sternly.

“And I need to make sure you’re safe.” The words are out of you in a panic, and he sighs. You stare at each other with narrowed eyes, you were breathing heavily, your fists clenched at your sides. “Whatever this is. We will figure it out together. The last time you disappeared on me you died. Don’t put me through that again.”

He whispers your name and shakes his head, his eyes full of guilt and sadness. He walks towards you. “Okay. I’m sorry. Together.” He takes your hand and kisses your knuckles. “Always.”

You press your forehead against his chin, he wraps his arms around your shoulders, and you mold into him. “I wish we could leave.”

“Why don’t we?” He whispers, a smile in his tone.

“Because where would we go?”

“Anywhere.”

“That sounds nice.” You whisper and you lift your face to look in his eyes. “I love you.”

“I love you more.” He leans down to kiss your lips gently. You grip his waist, deepening the kiss. He cups your cheeks, pushing himself against you so your back is against the wall. You giggle as he pulls away, biting your lip gently. You sigh, gently fingering his curls and he smiles sweetly at you. You rest your palm against his heart, closing your eyes, willing the slight tap of his heartbeat. When nothing came, you smile sadly but place both of your palms on his chest.

“I don’t know if it will be possible, but…this will beat again. I know it will.” You tell him softly and he grins at you.

“I believe you.”

You kiss him again, running your palms over his belly, under his shirt and he shudders under your touch. You pull away to kiss his neck and he sighs softly. “I could use a bath.”

He growls softly under his breath, hoisting you up by your thighs, rushing you up the stairs and into the bathroom. You giggle as he uses his toe to push open the bathroom door and scoops you into his arms bridal style.

“This is romantic.” You laugh, hugging his shoulders.

He smiles. “Someday I’ll make you my bride, but I’ll settle for this.” He kisses you gently, using his free hand to turn on the bathtub. He stands you upright and stands behind you, he kisses your neck gently, his hands moving across your belly, to the buttons on your shirt. Your eyes flutter closed as his fingers one by one pops open the buttons. His hands glide up your bare skin, popping the last button, and your shirt falls to the floor. He massages your belly, still kissing your neck and gently takes both of your breasts in his hands. You moan softly and he groans against your neck. You turn to him, staring into his eyes and you delicately step out of your pants. His eyes glide over your body and you step into the tub, sitting down and wincing softly as the hot water soothes your muscles. You smile at him, gazing up at him through your eye lashes and he smiles lovingly at you. He undresses, and the water splashes around you as he sits in front of you, pulling you towards him by your waist, crashing his lips against yours. You could feel his erection at your opening and you glide him into you. He groans against your mouth, and you whimper softly, holding onto his shoulders as he goes deeper, stretching you out. He hugs your waist tightly as he moves you faster, a growl rumbling in his throat. He sounds so sexy to you, your head falls back in pleasure and when you look back at him, his fangs are exposed. He licks your neck; you shudder feeling the point of his fangs glide against your skin. He holds your face to get you to look at him, you moan loudly, nodding an answer to his silent question. He bites your neck, and you groan, feeling the warmth of your blood as it drips down your breasts. He pulls away from your neck, rubs his tongue along the blood trail across your chest, taking your nipple in his mouth, sucking gently. The bath water was turning a lighter shade of pink, you remembered the last time you had seen the water like that. Barely conscious, but still alive. His hands cup your jaw, his breathing shaky as you’re both close to release. You watch in awe as one of his fingernails grows and he makes a small cut on his neck, you watch his blood drip down like a tear. You lean forward, pressing your lips against his neck and he moans, rocking your faster and faster. His blood tastes so sweet against your lips, intoxicating. It was different from his wrists. It was like he released a pheromone, just for you. Your head falls back as your orgasm rocks through you, clenching around his cock and he groans loudly. A sensation you weren’t familiar with coursed through your veins, you felt a sense of power, you felt stronger - maybe it was his blood, or maybe it was just your happiness. The happiness that had been snuffed out for over a year…until it wasn’t.

Home. You thought. He was finally home.

A freezing cold wind pinches your cheeks, and you gasp awake. Something cold and hard is underneath you, wet. It takes a minute for your eyes to adjust but once they do, a panic electrifies your entire body. You weren’t in your home, you were a good distance away from it, you were near the lake. Outside. In the darkness. You slowly move to your feet; you begin to tremble. The only clothing you had on was wool socks, leggings and a long-sleeved t shirt…not warm enough for a winter’s night. You gaze at your hands, whatever wetness was on the ground stained your palms, and a sudden feeling of dread washes over you as when you make your way into the moonlight.

Am I dreaming? You wonder as the soft light hits your palms. You become ice. Dark red blood stains your hands, and when you look down at the ground, you see the trail.

I have to be dreaming. Don’t keep walking. Turn back. Turn back now. Eddie doesn’t know you’re gone.

Eddie.

You gasp, looking behind you towards the direction of your house, about to sprint when a sickening sound of a bone snapping reaches your ears. You follow the sound, walking towards a clearing that overlooks lover’s lake. You see a silhouette hovering over something…

Oh god.

That’s when you see it, the pale flesh of a lifeless body. A girl. Not too much younger than you. You move closer, to see the face of the monster and you gasp.

You had to be dreaming. This wasn’t real.

The face whips up to look at you, and he smiles. Blood covers his mouth, his face, his bare chest.

Steve.

“Someone’s been sleepwalking.” He chuckles, and you notice the knife in his hand. He stares at you as he plunges the knife into the girl's stomach and you flinch. You begin to tremble, and he smiles bigger.

“What…how…it’s…been you?” You couldn’t believe it. He was your friend. He was Eddie’s friend.

“The darkness doesn’t just run in your dead boyfriend, babe.” He grins. “Those stupid fucking bats almost killed me, and I became this. Cool right?”

He gets to his feet, running the side of the blade over his tongue. “Seems like Vecna’s plan worked. He got you out here, but…God do I love a good chase.”

“Steve…” you slowly step back.

“You should probably run now.”

And you’re sprinting, you’re cutting your feet on sharp stones, getting pelted in the face by branches. Your house was close, you could feel it. The adrenaline was coursing through you, and you start yelling Eddie’s name.

You see the light from your porch turn on, just a few more feet. Come on. Come on. You skip over a log, and when you see the outline of Eddie’s form you crash into him, the air escaping you as you cling onto him.

“It’s Steve, it’s…” you could barely catch your breath and he pulls back to look at you, panic in his eyes.

“Where were you?”

“It’s Steve! He’s the killer!” You finally scream out.

A feral growl escapes his lungs and he’s pushing you quickly behind him. Steve’s footfalls were slow, but his laugh turned your blood to ice.

“What a reunion.” He smiles, crossing his arms over his chest. “Heard you’re back in your own body, thanks to that prized piece.” His eyes meet yours and you hide your face behind Eddie’s shoulders, gripping his shirt in a fist.

“It was you.” Eddie growls.

“Oh the night I almost made your guts come out? Yeah…sorry about that. Wasn’t my intention, you just caught me off guard. Got a little spooked.” He giggles.

“Get out of here.” Eddie’s voice is deep.

“Can’t do that, man.” Steve’s voice is low. “He wants her.” He nods to you, and you meet Steve’s eyes.

“What are you his lap dog? Came to do his dirty work? Do you bend over for him too?” You taunt and a menacing growl escapes Steve.

“I bow to no one.” His eyes narrow and then he grins, rolling his eyes. “I really didn’t want to have to do this the hard way but if you come with me, my old friend. I’ll spare your boyfriend.”

“I don’t believe you.”

He laughs loudly. “Yeah, I’m not that great at lying. Vecna wants his head but, I’m willing to let him go. If you come with me.”

Eddie growls louder. “I’m not gonna tell you again, get out of here.”

“Oooooh, you sound so sexy all undead and stuff. No wonder she screams your name.”

“Fuck you!” You yell at him.

“Oh I’ve been dreaming of it.”

A loud, feral sound escapes Eddie and he’s lunging at Steve. You fall backwards on your bum and watch the scene unfold, screaming Eddie’s name as the two start throwing punches. Steve had grabbed Eddie by his waist, launching him into a nearby tree and you scream when you see the tree had split in half. Steve looks at you, a sinister smile on his face. Eddie springs to his feet, tackling him to the ground. You stare at them frozen as they continue to brawl. You felt helpless, you didn’t know what to do. What could you do?

Eddie was on top of Steve now, his fangs extended as he was trying to take a bite out of Steve’s throat. Steve growls loudly, kicking Eddie so hard in the stomach he flies off of him, landing hard on the bottom step of your porch. The wind is knocked out of him and he’s struggling to get up. You rush towards him, but before you can get your hands on him, Steve grabs you from behind and you feel the cool metal of the blade against you’re throat as he holds you tightly against his chest. You struggle in his grasp and Eddie weakly gets to his feet.

“Are you done now?” Steve asks with a grin, and you feel tears burn your eyes.

“Eddie…”

Eddie stares at you and at Steve, panic and dread on his expression.

“Can you swim?” Steve asks you, his mouth too close to your ear. You don’t respond, and he tightens his hold, you cry out, feeling the sharpness of the blade as he pushes it deeper into your skin. “If you want her to live you need to listen to me now, Eddie. He’s gonna be pissed that I kept you alive, but…you were a prize to him, so he might deal with it.”

“She’s not going there. I’ll go.”

“No!” You scream. “Eddie, no!”

“Both of you or she’s dead.”

Eddie stares at you, you stare back at him.

He nods.

Steve laughs. “Good! Ha! This is gonna be so fun.” He pushes you off of him, and then you feel his fist hit the back of your head, and then darkness.

A/N: Finale part coming soon 💛

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