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Post by Remy LaCroix on Feb 15, 2015 16:17:45 GMT -5
The night seemed to get quiet around her as the funeral pyre behind her burned low. She could hear the voices, the laughter, the stories and the sadness, but the voices were muted and unintelligible. She could have participated but she wanted to stay focused. Why should she care about any of these people and why should they care about her? Her only goal was figure out what this illness was from the start. The distractions were too many and this is now where she stood. When she was on her own, she didn't have to care. Of course, there was a time when all she could do was fume at the situation that had left her that way, but over time, those feelings had faded and she was able to focus on survival as she left to head west.
Then there was California and that fateful moment when she met the group from the farm. It all came back. Caring.
She pressed herself against the railing of the wall, looking down at the snow that sat safe and untouched below. As she leaned, she felt herself on the edge of her toes with the railing pressing into her hips. She took a long, deep whiff of air as she looked left and right, seeing nothing but snow-covered forest on either side.
This wasn't the time to leave. She knew how to survive in the cold, but not without a way to protect herself. When it was time, she would know. She had to wait for the tide of warmth to turn back in her favor.
Last Edit: Feb 15, 2015 17:10:04 GMT -5 by Remy LaCroix
Luca followed Remy up to the wall, just in time to see her leaning over the fence. Whiskey in hand, he quickened his pace towards the woman. "Woah, there!" He joked as he approached her and tugged at her shirt, as if saving her from falling to her demise. "You hate it here that much you're tryna leave, huh?" He smiled genuinely. Remy was the only person here he really enjoyed the company of, even if she didn't really feel the same. She'd been good to him, been vulnerable to him, and he'd returned that by telling her one of his secrets--only she and Randall knew. If Mac found out...Luca couldn't afford to think about that.
"I considered myself a loner, but shit..." Luca chuckled before taking a swig of whiskey. It burned all the way down. Luca could handle his liquor, but he hadn't drank in a long time. Alcohol wasn't high on the priority list anymore. "You tryna fly away or something?"
Last Edit: Feb 15, 2015 20:13:32 GMT -5 by Deleted
Post by Remy LaCroix on Feb 15, 2015 21:25:00 GMT -5
Remy knew Luca was coming up the stairs. If he was a smart man he would have followed and he proved that he had more upstairs then he led on. She felt the tug at her shirt and pulled back without losing her footing. She could smell the whiskey permeating straight from the bottle and her eyes immediately went to his hands as he held it.
"I wasn't gonna jump. Just lookin. Seeing what's down there and I got my answer."
She reached for the bottle and took it from his hands slowly, bringing it to her lips to enjoy a long, slow swallow. It burned as it ran down her throat and warmed her from the inside out. For a brief second she enjoyed the sensation that it brought to her body, relaxing her for a moment before continuing on the conversation.
"I don't hate it here. I kind of like it actually. The walls are sturdy, there's water, food and a place to sleep. It's everything a girl could ever want right?"
She handed the bottle back to him and turned back to the railing, looking up to the nearly full moon up above. There was a long silence between them as she gathered up her words.
"What Anne-Marie said, about not giving a shit anymore. I do still give a shit. That's what's wrong with me, Luca. I don't want to, but I do. Before California, before Miami, I was on my own for a long, long time. This is too hard. People, watching them ...die. Waking up and suddenly realizing they're gone. People you thought cared about you. Gone."
She clenched her jaw as she made this admission to him. It was far more then she wanted him to know and could be quite telling about why she was so mad at Lex.
"I think I know why you told me what you told me, but I want to hear it from you. Instead of walking away, tell me why you thought you should tell me that."
Luca listened as Remy spoke. He debated cutting her off and responding to what she said, but decided against it. When she finished speaking, Luca wished he had cut her off. She asked about the secret he'd shared with her. Thinking about it was one thing, but having to talk about it again...god dammit.
Luca rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. "Uh...ha." Was honesty always the best policy? Luca glanced around quickly, making sure no one was in ear shot. Randall could see them, but no way could he hear them. Plus...it looked like he was wiping Mac's shoes? The hell? Luca took another swig of whiskey, and for a brief moment he lost his balance. It was taking its effect, if only a bit. But, shit as Luca noted, it helped with honesty.
"You mean about Miami? Nick's men? Why'd I tell you? Christ, I'm not too good about talking about how I feel...but before I told you, don't forget what I saw. The kids--their mother. The motel room. And your reaction." Luca was replaying it in his head: the blood, the children...Remy's tears. He...hugged her. Told her it was okay. He'd never done that for anyone...
"That moment on the balcony...it...it felt like something. Shit, I don't know what it felt like, but it felt like something. You know? I never shared a moment like that with anyone. And...I wanted to share it. I liked it. And I wanted to, I don't know, open up to you. Like you did to me."
Last Edit: Feb 15, 2015 22:17:57 GMT -5 by Deleted
Post by Remy LaCroix on Feb 16, 2015 9:14:58 GMT -5
Luca's words took her by surprise. The entire drive to Colorado from Texas was spent realizing what he meant ...or what she thought he meant...by telling her about what he and his cop buddies did in the aftermath. Where most people were struggling to comprehend what was happening around them, he was taking advantage of the lawlessness. She was someone who had been struggling since the start. After she lost her friends because of a horde and after Lex, she thought she had herself back together. On her own, surviving. Building fires, finding food, scavenging for supplies and what she needed to build everything back up again. Giving herself confidence and to have it all taken away again.
She sighed a heavy sigh, letting loose a stream of steamy air from between her lips.
"When I first saw you, I was drawn to you. I don't know why, but I think it was just the way you carried yourself. That strength, you know? Confidence. Something I didn't have. My group was gone. Scattered in different directions because I couldn't hold them together as their leader."
She blinked a few times and lowered her gaze as she reached for the bottle again. Would he even remember any of this in the morning? His stumbling told her he may not, which could possible be a good thing.
"Then I asked you to go with me to the hospital, which, in hindsight, was probably a good thing that you turned me down to go with Logan. That's where I saw Nick's men. All dead. I saw where you left them. But I wasn't mad that you turned me down because it proved loyalty and I could admire that. As a leader, I didn't have that. Then we got to Texas and the motel and saw what we saw and you were there for me. I didn't want to break down like that, you have to know that."
She turned her head slightly to him as she took another sip of the whiskey. She was starting to feel very warm from the liquor that was moving through her body on an empty stomach. "I thought you got it. You understood. That, somehow you knew me without even knowing me. I felt that connection at that moment, but....sometimes these things, these ideas, you know, they get in my head. Those thoughts make me trust people and that's my downfall."
She gave him back the bottle as she stumbled with her words a bit. It was obvious how awkward she was with all this. He said he was bad with communication and she could relate. She felt like she was worse when it came to expressing anything. It's why she never had any sort of serious commitment to anyone. She couldn't talk about that stuff. Her analytical mind forbid her from speaking from the heart.
"Then you told me about what you did and I thought about it. The drive here, it was long and I had lots and lots of time to think about why you told me and I came to the conclusion you did it because you needed to push me away. You did it because you knew what it means to get close to someone and lose them, just like me. It made sense. It hurt, but it made sense. You can't get close to no one anymore. They leave or they die. It's a distraction from survival."
She turned to face him fully now with her brows knit and her expression pained. Damn that whiskey that got her talking like this. "I want that connection Luca, but I'm terrified you'll leave too. You'll die, or you'll leave. I'm trying to push myself away and I know I'm doing it all wrong. With you, with everyone. I'm struggling, Luca. I want to be strong again."
Last Edit: Feb 16, 2015 9:39:17 GMT -5 by Remy LaCroix
This was a lot to take in. Luca took a pull of whiskey--and then another. The second one was almost too much, and he almost puked on the spot, but he held it in, shaking his head violently. "Christ," he chuckled. "Shit's strong." He didn't know what to say--Remy laid it all out. She'd been honest. He had been too, but not to this level. Did he owe it to her to reciprocate?
Yeah.
The last point Remy made was the easiest to respond to. "Well, shit. Before the dead started bitin and walkin, we made friends right? Got married, had kids. People still left and people still died back then, too, right? But you try...you try to connect, because if ya don't, maybe you go crazy. Maybe I'm going crazy, too," Luca trailed off, staring out beyond the wall into the blackness. No movement, no walkers. They did well to come to the mountains.
He looked over to Remy as he leaned himself over the railing. They probably shouldn't be up there, but oh well. Randall hadn't stopped them. "You gotta trust some people. We trusted Mac, and he got us here. He got us all here. He even kept Anthony--the chubby lawyer--alive. We trusted him, and it paid off." Luca knew that wasn't the same kind of trust Remy was talking about. She was talking about a deeper trust. But at the end of the day, there was really one definition of trust.
"You put your life in someone's hand every day before the outbreak. Driving your car. Crossing the street. Getting on a plane or a train or in a cab. You trusted then--hell, you trusted goddamn strangers. Maybe we don't know each other as well as we could, but we know each other better than you knew a crab driver. Yeah?"
Luca rubbed the back of his neck out of habit, he was nervous. This was the closet thing to a pep talk he'd ever given. He stood, now, and took a step towards Remy, and his eyes locked with hers. "Look, we didn't know each other before. But we know each other now. And as far as I can tell, we're gonna be together for a while. Human connections are human connections--they're always distractions, whether your biggest worry is paying a bill or not gettin bit by a walker. You'll die without 'em, Remy. You may as well die, that is."
Luca stood there awkwardly, not knowing what to do next. He'd mustered up the courage to be...kind. It wasn't easy, but it felt good, and he looked over to Mac and Randall, and then to Anthony. He'd undermined Randall's authority today, and betrayed Mac's trust. He straight up threatened Anthony in Texas. He shook his head. Maybe...he didn't have to do that.
Last Edit: Feb 16, 2015 23:45:20 GMT -5 by Deleted
Post by Remy LaCroix on Feb 17, 2015 7:58:28 GMT -5
Remy listened to Luca as he spoke about the past. As far as she was concerned, the past was long gone and everything he said didn't matter any more. She kept his eyes locked with hers for a few minutes as she took in the sound of his voice and his words, finally looking away. She whispered as she turned her back towards the wall and railing and sat down with feet apart and knees bent. Her voice turned to a whisper as she looked down to the strangers below.
"Yea, you'll die without them."
He had a secret that he told her and now it was her turn to spill her secret about herself. Not that it was much of a secret, but it was one she didn't want anyone here to know about. She feared Lex would eventually spill the beans about her and him so she may as well give Luca the jump on the story.
"Lex and I were close. We met after I lost my group getting out of New Orleans. I was alone and stuck and he got me out of a bad situation. I was ready to pull the trigger on myself, but he came in and was kind of like this knight in shining armor. I trusted him right away, I mean, who wouldn't? He just saved my life."
There wasn't much left in the bottle that Luca had drained and he probably had enough as it were. She took the bottle and downed what was left, leaving the empty bottle on her right where he couldn't reach it.
"We ran together for a few months. Just him and me. We had supplies, we had weapons, we had each other. He made me laugh even in the face of all this. He was all I had. I didn't know if my friends were alive or dead. I found out later they were alive, but that's another story."
She closed her eyes and leaned her head back against the wall as she continued to speak.
"I really thought I was falling in love with him. Everything he said made sense. Everything he did..WE did...seemed to work. We fought together, we ate together, we eventually started to sleep together."
She paused for a long time and Luca would gather at this point that something really bad must have happened for her to react so violently towards him when he arrived.
"We found a little barn, in Ohio..or ..somewhere...stayed there for about a week. Actually found a car too. There was a little pond nearby, so I went fishing and he said he was going to go find some water, maybe do a little hunting. When I got back, he was gone. The car was gone. The supplies were gone. He even took my gun. It only had one bullet in it, but he took it. So I stayed and waited for three days. I waited and I worried and I kept thinking he'd be back."
Tears started to fill her eyes as she said that, holding it back as she clenched her jaw recalling those feelings she thought were long forgotten.
"He never came back. He took everything, including my trust. That was well over a year ago but I won't forget it. I can't. I remind myself what happens when you get close to people. And he shows up here."
She rolled her head to the left and opened her eyes again. Her expression hardened as she watched him. Would he laugh or would he understand? She knew he had a soft spot inside of him but she also knew what an asshole he could be.
"That's my secret, Luca. You told me yours, so I told you mine. Think what you want of the situation but if you think I should trust people, then I'm going to start with you. That stays between me and you."
The commotion around the fire didn't much concern her nor did she even care about what they were talking about. She knew exactly what she had to do to get her head on straight again, but in the depth of winter with a low rate of survival, she couldn't. She couldn't leave, not yet. But she had a plan and that included ways to get out beyond the walls and see what was going on and where she could go to start that journey alone.
"Do you get it now, Luca? Do you get me or are you just going to rattle off more bullshit?"
Last Edit: Feb 17, 2015 9:04:34 GMT -5 by Remy LaCroix
Luca was shocked to hear about the history between Lex and Remy. He didn't know Lex that well--hell, they hadn't spoken at all. He wanted to empathize, he wanted to tell Remy it'd be okay and that Lex was a monster. But he couldn't. He couldn't do that because Lex did something not to different--perhaps even better--than what Luca had done to dozens of unarmed men, women, and children in Miami. He stole--he killed. Would it be hypocritical for him to condemn Lex? Probably.
Even if he couldn't condemn Lex, Luca could understand why Remy had trust issues. The one man she trusted at the start of this mess--a guy she grew to be intimate with--betrayed her and left her for dead. At least that was what Remy saw. There could always be another variable: maybe walkers swarmed him and he needed a getaway. No use in guessing.
Luca placed his hands on his hips as he stared at the ground, afraid to make eye contact for some reason. "I get it now, yeah. I do. And I'm sorry, Remy. I am. I'm sure it felt like...your world was crumbling around ya." Luca was no poet, and he cringed at the cliche expression, but continued. "There are bad people in this world, you know it, I know it. Maybe I can...maybe I can try to be...different. For me. And for you." Luca finally lifted his gaze to look at Remy in the eyes, and he attempted a smile. "You can trust me, I aint gonna tell anybody. Nobody here I really wanna tell, anyways. And Mac knows Lex could be trouble, so I don't think you gotta worry about him getting away with anything. I mean--if you want, I could tell Randall?" Luca didn't want to force anything on Remy, he just wanted to try and make her feel secure and safe away from Lex.
Even after the conversation about Lex, Luca felt the need to change the topic of discussion to something more positive. "You said you found your friends after though, right? That had to have been...a relief."
Last Edit: Feb 20, 2015 15:56:07 GMT -5 by Deleted
Post by Remy LaCroix on Feb 20, 2015 20:33:35 GMT -5
"Nah, I don't want you to say anything. Let Lex dig his own grave here. Maybe he'll come running to me with all kinds of lame excuses on why he left and try to redeem himself. I'd rather see him fall off a cliff though."
Was she joking? He couldn't be sure and honestly, she wasn't sure she was either. She just sat with him as he spoke, a bit surprised to hear what he was saying. He wanted to be a better man but she wasn't sure he was so bad in the first place. Maybe he told her all the things about him and his cop buddies to rattle her. She had a very strong sense that he wasn't the one that initiated it all. He just ran with it to save his own skin.
"Don't be a better person for me, Luca. If you want to be that man, then do it for yourself."
She turned a bit to face him now, placing a hand on his chest again, right on top of his heart.
"I know what you have in here and so do you. If you want to fool everyone else, you go right ahead, but you ain't gonna fool me."
She pulled her hand back and looked back towards the group that had disbursed in drunken revelry. The bottle they had was gone with Luca having drank most of the liquor that was in it and she really wondered if he would remember any of this conversation come morning. Maybe her words were a little to cutting as she spoke them out of anger and frustration with everything.
"Yea, I found my friends. I met new people in California, but they're all gone now. Except Andrei, but I don't really know him. I lost everyone in Miami, I told you that."
She sighed as she reached for the empty bottle. She brought it up in front of them, turning it over and letting the last few droplets trickle out.
"I got your back, Luca but I need time with these people, this place. It's all so..stable. I'm so used to running. I'm so used to being chased off by walkers or murderers. It's just all a little...overwhelming. I need time to decide if this is where I'm going to stay. Come spring, if I shouldn't be here, then I'll leave and no one will be worse for wear. I just need to figure it out on my own."
She laid her head back against the cold wall and closed her eyes as she felt the liquor and need for more sleep settle in. She already had in her mind that come sunrise, she would go fishing and stake out the woods beyond the complex. She would find her way around and spend the day learning the banks of the lake. She fell silent for a moment as thought carefully about her next words.
"I know Randall has you on a short leash, but you need to be your own man, Luca." Her eyes opened and she shifted her gaze back to him. "Time to stop being a boy. Otherwise, Randall is just going to make you his bitch and I know you don't want to be known as Randall's bitch."
She looked at him and couldn't help but start to laugh at the sounds of that. She brought her hands to her mouth and tried to cover up the laugh, but it just came out a little louder. She had almost forgotten the sound of her own laugh until she pictured Randall putting a tight collar around Luca's neck. She just hoped he found it funny too. Otherwise, he would just get up and get the hell away from her.
Luca listened as Remy spoke, saying how she was considering leaving my spring, and how Luca needed to adjust his behavior or else Randall would be all over him. She was right. He did need to behave himself. He wasn't some psycho...not like what Andrei and Anthony described to the council earlier. Luca could control himself. It would be hard, he'd been so used to taking whatever he wanted, but he could do it.
He chuckled at Remy's apology. "No need," he waved his hand. It was funny, imagining the old man dragging Luca around on a leash. "I need to...adjust, I guess. Bigger picture now, not just me." Luca stared out into the night, feeling the effects of the whiskey. It was nice. He hadn't been drunk in a long time. And he wasn't trashed now, but he certainly wasn't sober.
"I'd be worse for wear, Remy," Luca finally got out. "You're...shit, you're the only person here I really give a damn about. I mean, Mac's a good guy to have around. Randall seems to be, too. Andrei's a doctor and so is that Mia woman. But I don't care about them. I do care about you. And I won't leave you. So...I guess I'm asking you to not leave me either."
Last Edit: Feb 24, 2015 16:06:28 GMT -5 by Deleted
Post by Remy LaCroix on Feb 24, 2015 21:04:41 GMT -5
Luca wouldn't see it, but she was blushing as a light snow started to fall on the camp. She looked up and closed her eyes as she felt the little icy flakes touch against her cheeks.
"It's snowing again."
She knew they wouldn't be able to stay out much longer. Even though the alcohol kept them warm, she knew it wouldn't be enough to brave a night on the wall. They needed to sleep anyways, regardless of the snow. It was a long drive in and the day just seemed to drag on. They had laid Yuri to rest and she got things out of her mind that needed to get out. Speaking to Luca lifted a weight off her shoulders a bit, but she knew that time would tell. She knew she needed time to determine if this was the place where she needed to stay or if she would be better off on her own. Her heart couldn't take any more hurt.
She was surprised to hear what Luca said, but she was happy to hear him say it. Maybe that's what she needed to hear, that she needed someone to believe in her and trust her instead of her just letting her go to the wayside. As a pure impulse, she leaned into Luca and softly pressed her lips against his cheek before pulling back and starting to stand up. She didn't even know what to say to that. If it was one thing she wouldn't do to Luca it was make promises she may not be able to keep.
"Come on. We need to sleep. Stay out here much longer and we'll freeze."
She helped him to his feet so Randall could get a good eye on Luca and she went down the ladder, heading back towards the tents where they could finally crash for the night.
For a moment, it didn't even register what had happened. Had Remy just kissed him? Thank god it was dark outside so she couldn't see him turn a bright shade of red. Luca was a bachelor before all this, and happily so. He'd have a woman over now and again, but never any romantic interests. That single kiss was the most romantic thing Luca'd ever experienced. He wasn't sure how it made him feel. As Remy helped him to his feet, Luca could only give a nervous chuckle.
He looked over to Randall, who was still standing over by the now dying fire. He nodded to the older man, who simply stared him down. But silence was good, right? As he followed Remy, Luca finally managed to get something out. "First night we don't gotta watch our backs. Feels nice," he jammed his hands in his pockets as he followed the woman towards the residence tents.
"They haven't given any sleeping arrangements. This mean we get to pick where we sleep?"
Last Edit: Feb 27, 2015 23:01:56 GMT -5 by Deleted
Post by Remy LaCroix on Feb 28, 2015 7:00:03 GMT -5
Remy looked over at Randall who was giving Luca a harsh gaze. She could only assume it was because they sat down and was not within viewing distance of the man who put that tight leash around his neck. She had a strong feeling that after this conversation she would see very little of Luca because of the old man. "Don't worry. Just taking him to get some sleep. I give you my word he'll stay out of trouble that way."
She thought about that for a moment and started to open her mouth to clarify that they weren't sleeping together, but stopped herself. Honestly, she didn't care if the old man thought they were or not. It wasn't anyone's business anyways. They walked across the cold camp and got to where the sleeping quarters were. The tents were meticulously set up in rows to be claimed and she was pretty certain there was no particular order. She hadn't heard otherwise. When he asked about picking where to sleep, she shrugged and looked over to him as she got closer to the tent she just randomly chose. "I reckon so. As far as I can tell, the tents with the flags down the side are ones that have been claimed. I wouldn't crawl into some stranger's bed randomly. It could be awkward for you."
She laughed a little as she said that, stopping at her own tent. Or, at least, she thought it was her tent. If she counted correctly, this was hers and she draped the little red flag football flag down. "There's a couple of cots to the tents which means extra blankets to keep warm if you find an empty tent."
She stood there for a moment as she watched him look down the row of tents. It was dark, except for the moonlight above that could easily lead the way. She chose not to take a lantern with her to save on the fuel needed to light it. She pulled back the flap of her own tent with a smile thinking this night was a mentally productive night for her. "Well, thanks for listening to me. I know I rambled on a bit, but it was good to ...to just talk to someone."
"Think nothing of it," Luca nodded and gave a half-smile, though when Remy open the door to the tent, it became more difficult to maintain it. He suddenly felt more lonely the moment she stepped away. He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out--only an awkward attempt at speech. He cleared his throat, pretending it was the alcohol causing him to slur. It wasn't.
Finally, he tried again, this time kicking at the ground once, if he was ten years old. "You got...well, I mean. I haven't been assigned a bed...and, uh, I don't think too many people here like me too well beside, y'know, you..." he smiled at his awkwardness. Where was this coming from? Back in Miami he'd been smooth. Was it time? It had been years since those days. No. It wasn't that. It was just easier to put the moves on someone when you were smashed and just wanted to sleep with them.
That wasn't the case with this woman. "I figure they don't care where I sleep, so long as Randall can go on and wake me up whenever he likes."
Last Edit: Mar 22, 2015 21:36:19 GMT -5 by Deleted
Post by Remy LaCroix on Mar 23, 2015 10:36:31 GMT -5
Remy stopped as Luca stayed outside of her tent. She heard his throat tighten up, it was obvious, but no words came out of his mouth. A few pebbles were kicked away from the tent and he looked like a little boy as he stood there, asking what he was asking. He seemed nervous but when he started to beat around the bush about asking to sleep in her tent, she made him get to the point.
"You want to sleep with me?"
She knew that came out wrong. It's not like they were sleeping together in that way. But they would be sleeping...together.
"Well, come on in then."
She moved to the corner of the tent, feeling around until she found the lantern. She fumbled to turn it on and just stood there in the corner looking nervous herself. This was so awkward for the both of them and she had no idea why. She could see him as a player before all this happened and although she wasn't very good at relationships, she had good friendships with both women and men. She slept with guys that usually went nowhere in the long run and because of that she was trying to keep her cool with him. Why was this so strange with Luca? That tension was there from the start and being alone with him only made that want grow.
"I uh...I sleep on that one.."
She pointed towards the cot that had both army blankets on top. One blanket was warm, but two was really nice in this Colorado cold. She felt words getting stuck in her throat as she tried to talk also. She had to take a deep breath to clear out the sticky cobwebs.
"Oh hell, we're idiots Luca. We ain't kids. It ain't this hard. Look, we're both from down south and this cold is bullshit. I hate it, you hate it, everyone should hate it. I ain't used to this so I use both blankets. You take one of those away and I'm not going to be happy at all."
She moved to her bed and pushed it towards the other, making one bigger bed they could both sleep on.
"This makes sense. We can both use the blankets and body heat from each other. Since you're a Florida boy, I figure you probably need more heat then me, but that don't mean you get to steal all the blankets."
She paused for a second and crossed her arms looking up at him. She prayed, in her mind, that she did not just completely ruin what little straws were being given out. She certainly didn't want to spook him and more so, she didn't want to spook herself, but there was a comfort in knowing she would sleep with him. There was a sense of protection She felt from him. There was a camradarie. Others didn't care for them, but they could care for each other. She already told him she had his back and that was one promise she could keep. She felt the need to back off though.
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