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Post by Remy LaCroix on Dec 18, 2015 7:45:18 GMT -5
Remy felt a wave of panic coming over her and the need to be quiet was long gone.
"No, no no no, Dan. No. We're going to fix you up. Andrei is a good doctor. He can do surgery. He can fix you."
She tried to keep the pressure on his side as the blood did not seem to stop. If the bullet hit a vital organ she knew what the outcome was going to be unless Andrei could get to him right away.
"Andrei! Holly! Someone help!"
She tried to pick Dan up, but his weight was too much and every time she seemed to move him, he cried out in pain.
"We just have to get downstairs. We have to get you to a room. We'll clean the wound, we'll heal it..."
He was slipping away and when he spoke about himself turning into a walker, she looked at the gun that was in his hand and she shook her head. Could she put a bullet in his head before he turned? She wasn't sure she could. Tears started to fill her eyes as her vision blurred.
"I'm not gonna let you turn because I'm not gonna let you die. Stay with me Dan."
She could hear the chaos outside and when she heard Colette's scream she clenched her jaw, desperate to keep Dan alive. She wasn't that close with him but there was a bond. She knew she let this happen even though she told herself she wasn't going to care. For a few seconds, she blamed Luca for this. She blamed him for softening her up and allowing herself to open up a little more. "Please Dan, please stay alive."
Sam slid off the bed and sat on the floor next to it. She rested her head against the mattress. Pistol held in her hand, she sat there and stared at the door.
She could hear screaming , others calling for help, female voices. She lifted her head and glanced at Damon. Should she go? Should she help them? Part of her wanted to and the other didn't want to leave him. She looked back at the door," fucking hell." She shifted and squatted down, moving to the door," I'm gonna check that out." She opened the door and crept, duck walked into the hall, before rising up higher.
Screams for help. She moved past open doors and came to one closed. She opened it and saw the guy who had got her out of Acer's. She knew he wasn't yelling for help. He would die before he would stoop to admit he needed help. Sam moved to the next doorway. She saw the blonde they had mistaken her for. Slipping her gun into her jeans , " we can't carry him, here." She had processed the seen quick and snatched the comforter off the floor," roll him on this and we can drag him." She had rose up a bit too much and a bullet hit the wall next to her," Fuck, shit!" She dropped to all fours, grimacing as pain shot through her wrist. Sam spread out the bedding," we gotta roll him."
Simon had been looking for Luca and while he was in search of his friend, he saw the walkers. They were coming from all angles because of the sounds of the gunfire and shouting and he knew it was time to go. This place was lost. He had no idea most of Acer's men had scattered, but he was doing his best to make that happen.
When he found Luca on the bottom floor, shooting out a broken window, he grabbed him by the shoulder, only to have Luca turn the gun on him.
"Jesus Simon, don't sneak up like that. You know better. Call out first, man."
"Luca, we gotta go. This place is lost, come on. There's walkers coming in droves."
"We stay and we fight, got it?" Luca responded tersely before turning his gun towards the approaching walkers.
"We have a chance. There's a car out there, keys in the ignition waiting. We go now or we die here Luca."
Luca snapped back, "We need to find Remy. Go find her and I'll hold these fuckers off."
Simon didn't like the sound of that. He didn't want her to come with them. Things weren't going to change and Luca couldn't see the fact she had been hanging around with not one but two other guys, one of them being her cousin.
"She ain't coming, man. Didn't she tell you? She's leaving with her cousin and that Dan fellow she ate breakfast with yesterday. Man, how can you be so blind? She ain't coming with us."
Luca ignored him and kept firing, but he could see his friend's face tense up. He knew anger in Luca and this was anger. He didn't know exactly how Luca felt about Remy and he didn't really care. They were leaving and they were leaving now. He took a few steps back and turned the rifle around shaking his head. With Luca's back turned towards him, it made it easy. He smacked the butt of the rifle into the back of Luca's head, knocking him out cold. Luca's rifle fell to the ground with a clatter and he stood over him.
"I told you, we're leaving." With Luca sprawled on the floor, he took out his 9mm department issued gun and shot Luca in the thigh once. It was an excuse. He could get him back to Remy's old apartment, patch him up and get his revenge on Ellie, the bitch that shot him.
"We're doing this my way." He felt the pain in his side as he lifted Luca up, putting his arm around his shoulder and dragging him out towards the bar. On the way, they passed Tanya, who would pay witness to them leaving. He would come up with a lie to cover himself.
"Tell Remy we're coming back for her, okay? Tell her I'm taking him to a friend close by who can fix him up. The doctor here has his hands full." And apparently Andrei would have his hands full. Tanya had been hit also and he could hear the cries of others that were going down. It was now or never. He dragged Luca out the back where there was relative stillness. Throwing him in the front seat, he drove off quickly, trying to remember where Remy's old apartment was. He would look for the downed trees and beads the lined the fence.
These people would never see him or Luca again.
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Post by Damon Morris on Dec 18, 2015 11:16:42 GMT -5
Damon kept firing, of the five remaining he took atleast two down. On his final shot he ran out of ammo, his backpack had the rest. Damon stood and slung his rifle and reloaded as he headed down stairs. "Where the fuck has Sam gone?" He rhetorically asked himself. Blood had now run down his cheek from the glass.
Damon kicked the front door open and looked left and right. He saw somebody running away and fired hitting them through the knee. He saw Samantha heading inside and then looked across the street. Damon had to be sure the asshole was dead. He entered the building Rollin had crept inside and drew his knife.
Putting on a voice similar to one of those soldiers he called out "Anybody in here? Acer sent me."
Dan was slipping. He wa a blinking more, heavier. He looked at her. Remy was in denial, she thought he could make it. They couldn't move him downstairs, not that fast. He would bleed out, they couldn't stop it. He couldn't even move, every time he did he bled more.
"Remy I'm bleeding out. Both sides. It hit something inside," he said to her, placing a hand on her shoulder. He looked away. "I need you to do this. I won't make it, and I'm not going to turn."
He coughed and felt his mouth fill with blood. Dan spat it out and looked at her as Sam came to their side. "Remy you need to do this! I don't want to turn into one of those things. Do it for me Remy." He let go of his side, to weak to even hold his own wound. He felt his eyes close, consciousness slipping away.
"Remy.... Please," he said his eyes still closed. It was soft, barely audible. The only thing he could say. His body relaxed, and he slowly stopped moving, breathing. He had passed.
Rollin heard the gunshots outside as he crawled deeper into the store to nurse his gunshot wound. The helmet was flipped off his head and the bike had long run out of gas outside. As the night wore on, he could barely move from the blood loss and pain in his shoulder. There was no way he was going to get on his bike and head back out. Acer's men had all come here, but none had found him yet. They were busy dealing with Colette and when the gunfire finally slowed to a stop, he closed his eyes.
He was still wearing the bandana around his face as his breathing was heavy. Hearing the English accent, he didn't know if it was a ruse or if it were true, but he was slumped against a cabinet that was empty.
Post by Remy LaCroix on Dec 19, 2015 7:47:55 GMT -5
Sam had raced up to try and help and every time they tried to move him, the bleeding seemed to get worse. She tried to apply pressure but nothing was working. His face had paled and his eyes were starting to fade. "I won't let you turn, I promise." Sam suggested rolling him but the more they tried to help, the worse things seemed to get for him and she wasn't about to let him die, stuck in a stairwell, completely helpless and rolled up in a blanket. Bullets seemed to be flying in and out of the building and Sam ducked down to avoid getting hit. Her heart was racing and she could hear her cousin throwing out the molotov cocktails from the window. With Acer's men hidden in buildings around them, she wasn't sure how effective they could be, but she knew the walkers would be drawn by the gunfire. Maybe he could use them against the walkers and let them burn to death.
Her voice was almost panicky as she spoke, laying her hands on Dan's chest.
"Just..stop, Dan. We're here." Without a doctor here, without Andrei, she didn't know what to do for him. "Sam, see if you can find Andrei. Please hurry."
She stayed with Dan, blood covering her jeans and shirt as she reached for his hand.
"Dan, don't go. Please don't go." But he left. He left her there, covered in his blood with nothing but a gun by his side that is to be used to keep him from turning. She didn't want to accept it and she started CPR on his chest, but it was doing no good. There was no breath, no movement and no life left in his body. Tears streamed from her eyes as she slumped over him, reaching for the gun as she cried for the loss. She barely knew the man yet there was a kindred spirit between them both..at least..she believed there was.
Before he could turn, she placed the muzzle of the gun to his head and pulled the trigger, sending a splatter of blood and brain matter against the floor and wall. Another friend lost.
Tanya looked at the two figures. But when she heard the familiar voice, she knew who it was. He was making an excuse while their Doctor was in the kitchen on the ground floor. Simon told her to tell Remy that they will be back for her. The feeling that she was being lied to hit her like a brick. As they were passing her, Tanya said in return. "You wo...won't be back...Simon." But Simon dragging Luca simply past her and was gone. Tanya needed to find Remy. Rolling slowly to her stomach as her AK laid on the ground. Grabbing the strap, she would slowly push herself up onto her feet, using a wall to prop herself. Then the sounds of people yelling, crying, then a single shot from a handgun. It came from behind her. Stumbling towards the crying, Tanya called out as she reached the door. Leaning on the door frame.
"Remy....Simon...has Luca..." Smliding down, she landed on her knees hard. Her hand dropped the heavily blood soaked shirt making the wet plop. He AK slid out of her hand as she tried to stay sitting up. Her vision began to blur again making it hard for her to see.
Arden fired his gun st any guys that ran his way. He used the revolver to pick them off, taking the gun for it's longer range. He heard Remy leave his side and to see another moltov. Moving back he made his way out of the room. Anything now would be for the snipers. His shotgun couldn't reach the men. The revolver was empty.
He saw Remy pull the trigger on a dead Dan. Arden looked away as she did.
"You did good Remy," he said getting down beside her, "he didn't need to turn. Done good yah here."
Arden looked at the girl he saved and the other one who joined them.
"What's up with her? She gone too?" He raised his shotgun. "You dieing?"
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Post by Damon Morris on Dec 19, 2015 19:34:49 GMT -5
Damon had avoided revealing himself too soon, quietly moving around the store. He could now see Rollin and after he spoke stepped from the shadows gun pointed at Rollin and gestured to drop any weapons. If the guy moved Damon would pop him.
"Surprise..." He gestured with his hands. "I warned' that you were messing with the wrong mother fucker. Pretty good shot at a moving target that is." Damon pointed at his shoulder humbly admiring his own shot. He took a knee a few meters away from Rollin' not even blinking. "Tick... Tock... Seems we have entered your last minute. The last threat is slumped over his wound before me." Rollin was of no value to the group. He could offer little information. This was for almost taking Sam from Damon.
"Only question is... will It be quick or slow. Because right now you should be BEGGING me to end this quick for you. Especially after what Acer just tried to pull, trying to make us all walkers. Turns out thinking with your dick is not a smart idea these days. Grabbed Collette... She popped him with his own gun. No more Acer. Pretty stupid." Damon took the smoke out of his mouth and placed it on the floor.
"ANYWAY. Its up to you now, whatever happens next is to be decided by you. The fact I have the girl you took back and safe in my arms means I am offering a minor mercy right now. A rare mercy. But don't underestimate what I can do right now. When you threaten my people... My friends... I can be pretty damn unmerciful."
Rollin looked over to Damon as he came around the corner holding a gun to him. Either way, he was going to die and he was either going to become a walker or be left with a bullet in his head. He wanted to become a walker. He wanted to continue to terrorize these people who took their home from him. Who stole from them. Who murdered his friends.
His eyes were cloudy and sweat was pouring from his forehead. "Fuck you."
His breath was ragged as he tried to reach for his gun, fumbling with the device before finally getting it in his hands. Either way, he wanted to get a shot off, but he was far too slow. Damon could easily kick the gun out of his hand if he wanted to as there was no getting back on his feet.
"You are all killers. You took our home. You took our friends. You took our supplies. I just hope you get to go back and find dead bodies inside your bar." He started to laugh a bit before coughing and slumping down a little more. "That's good enough for me. As far as that pretty blonde, she tasted pretty good, man." A little lie he spat out just to piss Damon off a little more. "I think she liked what we gave her."
Post by Remy LaCroix on Dec 20, 2015 7:40:02 GMT -5
Remy wiped at the tears in her eyes with the back of her sleeve, dropping the gun next to Dan as she wiped her blood stained hands on her jeans. She stayed there, eyes on Dan's face as he lay cold and dead. Tanya had made her way upstairs somehow with a grievous injury talking about Simon and Luca. She figured they were together fighting in some capacity, but her words did not indicate that Simon had Luca...and left.
"I'll find him soon." She looked up at Arden as he came up and told her she did the right thing. Hopefully Sam had gone to get Andrei anyways as it seemed Tanya needed the help. She pulled away from Dan, standing up with her cousin as her body seemed to become heavy from all that happened. She started to wonder how many had been killed on their side. The firefight had stopped which meant this was over, but for how long? Would they come back with greater numbers? She wasn't about to stick around to find out. "Arden, we need to rest and clean up. We need to bury the dead. Then we can go. You, me, Luca and Simon. We can head back to the Bayou."
"I can help burry the dead. The fires still burning out of control so someone will need to take care of that. Plus walkers may be coming. I hardly see rest in any of that. But all four of us can leave as soon as you think you're ready," Arden said to his cousin as he moved back around the other side of Dan. He grabbed the sheet from Sam and began to wrap the corpse around it.
When the sheet was nice and around he looked st Sam and Remy. "We need to tie it off. Rope, a belt, anything." He stood up looking st the wrapped up body. Most of it was just to get the body ready to move. But he also didn't want Remy to see either. She didn't need to see that. Remy had enough to handle with as it was.
Arden leaned against the wall. "How many figure are dead? We had the strategical advantage. We had height, and they ran at us blind. Can you three handle this. I'm gonna go back tah the window and pick of stragglers."
"If you pull that trigger I will be, I just have a hole in my stomach bleeding."Tanya merely rolled her eyes a bit. Looking down, she didn't realize that her gun was now on the floor next to her. Placing one hand onto her stomach wound and grabbed her weapon. But when she heard Remys reply to what she said earlier, made her annoyed. She didn't get it. "No...Remy. Simon carried Luca. Said he...was going to get him to a friend for his wound. Not in hotel. I think he lies to me when he says they will be back for you. I'm sorry Remy." Tanya kept leaning against the frame as she forced herself to slide up it.
Post by Dan-Andrei Moldovan on Dec 20, 2015 11:53:58 GMT -5
Andrei was holding up in the kitchen with Holly and Leigh Anne. Overnight, they turned it into as much of an operating theater and ward as they could. A counter which would've been used to prepare the ingredients was cleaned and turned into a makeshift operating table, whilst to the side there were isolated a few tables with blankets and such on them to make for a bed. The counter was perfectly placed, an even distance between the stove, sink and a table with medication and other instruments spread on it. On the stove were a few blunt knives, ready to be heated and be used as cauterizing instruments. Right now, they didn't have the luxury of time for proper surgery. What they would do was patchwork.
In the morning, Holly came and kissed him, "in case she didn't get another chance to do that". For the first few moments, he stared at her, utterly dumbfounded and confused, and then smiled. Soon after the sound of fists banging against the front door could be heard. He lit the stove and returned to his original position. Standing next to the table, he had his eyes closed, and focused inwards, on his breathing, in preparation for what was about to break loose. Screams marked the start. As Holly left the kitchen to help, he caught a glimpse of what was outside. Cade was being carried by a woman, Tanya, and Holly rushed to his side. The man was too heavy for the two of them. Andrei moved swiftly and grabbed the wounded man along with Holly, dragging him into the kitchen and placing him on the table.
Andrei started putting gloves on and took a tray of instruments and bandages. The bleeding was impressive, but that was always the case. Most times it looked way worse than it actually was. Two puncture wounds. Small blade. Missed anything important. Most likely a vein or two between the muscular layers were hit. The body would adapt. Almost by reflex, he took an anatomical forceps and a Kocher forceps. With the anatomical, he soaked the blood from one of the wounds, until finding the source, which he clamped with the Kocher, doing the same for the second wound. Holly already knew to ligature under the clamp and then remove it. Right now, the bleeding had been reduced and was almost none at all, but it still would've proven fatal, had they just placed pressure. Expecting more the come, he took one of the heated blunt knives and burnt the wounds closed, moving the man to a bed with Holly's help, where they would let Leigh put bandages with antiseptic on the burns.
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Post by Damon Morris on Dec 20, 2015 12:58:42 GMT -5
Damon kicked Rollin's gun away "I wouldn't make it that easy... Mate." Damon took a seat in a chair and listened to Rollin and through his words Damon knew they may have done some horrid things to Samantha... but he could help her. Damon was a good guy. But his survivalist streak was on currently.
"You lost. Killed a few of our people but nobody I was close to. This is how countless people have felt because of people like you. Whatever Acers madhouse of scumbags meant to you. Its over. You lost."
Damon knew from what he had seen of Samantha she was not 'given' anything. He knew what the man wanted. He probably wanted to be a walker, someone that much of an asshole always did. Two walkers were busting on the back door of the building unaware to Damon. "You know if I found you before we won. I would have given you some pretty mad treatment. If Samantha wasn't home. But you aren't worth the effort. Nor my valuable time." He took his gun and pointed it at Rollin's head.
The walkers broke through the door as Damon shot and he inadvertently lowered the gun and placed a bullet through Rollin's knee cap rendering him unable to move. Backing off he tripped over Rollin's leg and began sliding on his back out of the door. He had banged his head and felt slightly disorientated. Damon saw a walker bite Rollin whilst the other headed towards him.
Damon shot the walker as it moved towards him and rolled out of the way of its falling corpse. Standing he looked inside and seeing a member of the group was a concerned onlooker. He shot Rollin' and the walker through the head. "Sorry... Just had some walker trouble." Damon shouted. He shut the door to the building and headed for the bar. Blood from his earlier cut ran down his cheek like a tear. He would now try and check if people were okay and find Samantha. Do what he could to help knowing he had done his bit from the window to keep this place safe.
Nolan watched the whole tidal wave of a short war from his balcony perch. Right after the messenger from Acers camp left he'd decided to toss his dirty mattress over him, it blended with the floor, and he was still enough to be unseen at any angle. Nolan viewed the whole melt down between Acer and his side, the stabbing, and the screaming.
Nolan reacted according, he put his scope on the left eye of a very exposed man blowing his eye and brain matter over his equally exposed friend. He wasted no time blowing the throat out of him.
The fire fight lasted a rough 10 mintues but Nolan got his fai share of kills. The last was a black man trying to run away to a truck. He died slowly but screamed until he passed.
An extra slow five minutes passed before all was quiet. He heard voices, shouting, but no more gun fire. Nolan shoved the mattress off him and walked further on the balcony and scanned the streets below. Damon was all he saw before turning back into the hotel.
"Everyone ok?" He shouted as he pulled out his pistols, Frank & Castle, flipping safety off.
Slowly sitting up, Victor grabbed his handgun and slid into his thigh holster. Standing up, he walked into the bar area. He went to the window and grabbed his rifle. Victor looked at his arm and leg wounds. Non life threatening, but they need to get cleaned and patched up. Looking around, his eyes fell upon his bag which was in the corner still. Walking over, he opened the bigger bag and took out his medical bag. Opening that bag, he pulled out the bottle of Hydrogen Peroxide, some rags and bandages. After cleaning the wounds on his arm and his thigh, he wrapped them up. But he couldn't reach the graze wound. Putting his supplies back into the bag, he picked it up and heard a guy talking in the kitchen. Medical trained it sounds. He ran over and saw a guy working on injured survivors. Clearing his throat, he spoke up then. "Do you need an extra hand in here?"
Post by Candy Akiyama on Dec 21, 2015 11:40:37 GMT -5
As soons as the gunfire died away, Lily probably came to find June to make sure they weren't seperated again. Cany would follow them on out the the boiler room. She would follow them around as they helped of maybe didn't help others and maybe looked for Dallas. Candy kept also kept an eye out for Anthony. The carnage and casualties of the aftermath did nothing to shake the young girl's fears. She was glad to see Leigh!! But she seemed to have her hands full helping Dr. Andrei with the wounded.
Learning of James' desth though, she told Lily and June that she was going to be back in Dallas' room in a voice scared so quiet, she almost culdn't be heard. That's exactly where she went, with a brief stop over to claim James' toolbox for herself. Candy lugged it and Flopsy back to her corner of Dallas' room. Seeing how shot up even this little corner of the hotel was, it might be safe to assume she had some packing to do. Didn't take long because everything she had, even Flospy fit into her new toolbox.
With a permanent marker she had found in the boiler room, Candy drew the simplest smiley face on one end of her toolbox and she named it James.
Just another road less traveled. Years of seasonal change had corroded yet another avenue that was once populated. That was a long time ago, Talia thought to herself. She nibbled at her energy bar taking little bits away like a peevish little bird. It was from the lack of supplies that was causing her to be self-conscious of her intake. Every town that she had passed proved fruitless. It had been picked clean everywhere. From her starting point in Florida there had literally been no clean find. She had traveled nearly 600 miles to find desolate town after desolate town. Not to mention how screwed the cities were. She made it a habit to stay clear from densely populated areas that could potentially hold a huge Walker percentage. She stepped over the corpse of a some dude with a tire iron sticking out of his head. Just like Pensacola, she thought. Of course, she had stayed away from the actual municipal boundaries. She looked behind her taking another nibble; hearing the wrapper cringle. Halfway down the street and there was not a store or shop that looked like it hadn't been turned over. She had reached the end of the block, carefully creeping to the corner, she had her back to the mortar as she peered around the side down the road. Empty, empty, empty.
She crossed the street taking pause at a window looking in to a store. She wiped away the dust with her sleeve, peering inside she saw more emptiness. She had just about nearly given up. It was time to make for the Honda. There was a staccato of gunfire but it did not do anything to sway her. Probably some bandits or something. She had seen a lot of those on the road. Bad things, bad people. She half turned to go back the way she had come before an explosion went off. That made her flinch. "Oops", she said aloud, she turned, and she could see the flames licking the skyline forming thick plumes above the chimneys. "Fuck," she slung the rifle over her shoulder and cradled it in her arms. And took off down the street keeping the back of the rifle firmly against her shoulder. She jogged the few blocks towards the gunfire that had broken out. As she made for the nearest corner that would put her a few blocks away she turned down an alley. As she slung the rifle over her shoulder, she vaulted to the top of a dumpster, jumped for the locked ladder and scurried up the ladder to the roof. At the top she would have clear sight lines, and, oh look a guy with his own rifle. He was peering down his scope with what looked like a baclava on his head. That couldn't be good. He was a few rooftops over. She crawled to the edge bringing out her small blue tarp. She quickly covered herself and set her scope down on the street.
The things she saw through that scope left her speechless. She had seen muggings, psychopaths burning farms, but never an actual war between two rival factions. When the handsome blond one that seemed to be a powerful voice yelled burn them all - that was when Talia had enough. She crawled backwards until her feet hit the railing, and down the fire escape she went. She would have none of this. No part in this crazy scheme. She slung the rifle over her shoulder as she exited back to the street. "Hey you!" she turned half shaking her head from what she had just seen. Three men in baclavas. Her eyes went wide. Oh shit!," she got out before she took off. Several bullets screamed past her head as she ducked behind a corner and out of sight. Stupid girl, she yelled at herself, fucking stupid. She quickly, and yet again, slung the rifle back as she swung out and smacked her rifle square in one of the men's covered faces. With an ooph he fell backwards as another one reached out and grabbed her by the hair. Talia let out a shriek as her hands went to his wrist. She squirmed as he he yanked her close to his chest wrapping two arms around her torso in the process lifting her from her feet. "The boss man is dead," one man was saying, as another spoke, "That doesn't mean we cant reap the spoils!" The other man laughed as the man on the floor scrambled to his feet pulling away the baclava and yelling, "She broke my nose," as the other two men turned on him and laughed, "You were walking too close to her," they both laughed as Talia reached inside the pouch on waist. Swisshh, the flip blade sunk deep inside the man holding her. The blade sinking into his rib cage. "Oh fuck me!" he wailed in pain as he stumbled forward. Talia went down with him pulling his side arm and plugging one man in the leg. She pulled elbowed her attacker and pulled her on top as a string of bullets poured out catching him instead. She aimed down the iron sights of the man's sidearm and snapped off some shots but the man ducked behind the corner. Shit!, Talia rolled out and bolted down the street. Doubling around the block to approach the hotel from the other side.
She would need to find somewhere to hid until this blew over.
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