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Post by Sparky on Nov 3, 2018 15:00:48 GMT -5
[ I can't wait to read this.
Wow, thanks! Right now I'm simply hoping to become faster]
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Post by sempis on Nov 3, 2018 15:13:27 GMT -5
"Here be monsters..."
Lucien navigated the halls of the school, a weary look on his face. Beeep. Students streamlined around him, clearing a path for him. No one seemed to want to come near him. He scrunched his nose at them, ran his fingers through his hair, and focused on getting to his next class. Beeep. There was the class bell, he didn't want to be late. Everyone noticed the late kid. Beeep. No one wanted to come near him, apparently, but they sure seemed to like to stare, Lucien noticed. Transitioning from weary to unnerved, Lucien looked down at his shirt. Had he dropped breakfast on himself? He couldn't remember eating breakfast. Beeep.
Lucien was snatched from his thoughts when the students closed in on him, gliding across the floor towards him, surrounding him, smothering him, shoving him to the ground. He tried to push at the bodies, but his hands went through them, and their essence clogged his lungs. Beeep. His hands found purchase on something, Lucien thanked lady luck for that. He heaved himself up, gasping for breath.
Beeep. Lucien shot up from his pillow, feeling like he was coming out of a haze as he blinked sleep from his eyes. Relief flooded his chest, the school scene had been nothing more than a dream. As his senses sharpened, he admittedly felt a little stupid for being so scared. It was just a dream. They were always just dreams, but it always took him some time to snap back to reality. Beeep.
Right. His alarm. The obstreperous machine wailed at him from his bedside table, flashing the time in red numbers. Lucien swung an arm at it, nearly clearing off the whole surface, but pulled up short when he saw the time. [ #:## ]. Crap. Crap. Lucien was late, and the realization hit him like a slap across the face. He shot out of his bed as if the bed were filled with hot coals, pulling a sweatshirt over his head. Glancing in the mirror hanging on the back of his closet door, he tugged a comb through his wavy hair. At least, he tried to. The teeth caught in his hair, which must have knotted itself while he was tossing and turning in his bed. The odd-eyed boy in the mirror frowned at him, Lucien gave the teen a glare of his own. Cheeky. He thought to himself, before feeling foolish once again for fighting with himself again.
As Lucien practically fell down ladder connecting his loft level to the main level, he promised himself he'd go to bed earlier next time. He knew it wouldn't help, but at this point he wasn't sure what to do. Pretending he still wasn't going to bed early enough made him feel a little less out of control, silly as it was. See, the problem didn't lie within Lucien's ability to fall asleep, he could fall asleep even while a roof was collapsing on him. It was the fact that when he fell asleep, Lucien's dreams chased him through the night, giving him a restless, light sleep, comparable to the unpleasant skin over hot milk. Sometimes the monsters in his head outsold the monsters in his homes, which was a truth Lucien had come to accept. That night, Lucien would stay up as long as possible, until his eyelids dropped and his mind darkened.
Swinging himself around the pole of the banister into the kitchen, Lucien called a through the wall to his (probably) sleeping guardians. "Harper, Via, I'm running late! I'm taking the Harley!" Going over to the fridge, he pulled a prewritten sick note off a magnet-held paper pad- Harper, like Lucien, wouldn't wake with the sun if she had any say in it. He shoved his feet into a pair of boots, grabbed an apple off the kitchen table, and slung his bag onto his back before scrambling down the stairs into In Bloom. After making sure everything was locked up proper, he jogged out to the bike eating the apple in what could be a world record time. The apple was tossed into the composter from the bike, knocking the lid shut as it hit the back of the bin. If anything, Lucien had good aim. He jammed a black helmet onto his head, and within seconds he'd coasted out of the driveway and was riding the streets to his school.
Lucien enjoyed very few pleasures more than riding his bike. The ride was always (mostly) smooth, and the wind pricked at his skin in a way that made him alive and breathless. He'd never have ridden a bike if his guardians had two cars, but they only had a jeep that was used to cart the two around. Lucien hadn't known how liberating it would feel, despite it being dangerous. When he pulled up to the school, he parked his bike in the student lot and jogged through the doors, trying to smooth his helmet hair. The flush on his face would make him a plausible student for illness, he thought, as he checked in at the office and dropped off his note. He felt a relief when the attendance lady didn't call him on sleeping late. He knew they probably wouldn't, but still, one less obstacle to tackle this morning. He made a mental note to learn her name as he pushed through the double doors into the main school area.
Classes flew by, and Lucien sat through them absent-mindedly, drawing doodles on his pages all the while. Faces, swords, monsters, Lucien had the ability to draw pretty much whatever came into his mind. Drawing was his escape, and had been ever since he was little. Whole worlds could spawn from his pencil, and Lucien was content to ignore the teachers talking about syllabuses in favor of drawing a forest spirit with empty eyes and an ethereal energy. The bell signal for seventh period chimed, and Lucien vaguely remembered Harper telling him to go to the club fair today. Something about branching out and making friends with common interest or whatever. As he navigated the crowded halls, occasionally his nose wrinkling or his face grimacing just the slightest when people made hard contact, he tried to find his way to the gymnasium by the signs on the walls. He tried not to be too conspicuous about it, he was a junior for pete's sake, most would expect him to have a clue as to what he was doing. However, most of the summer Lucien had spent within the walls of In Bloom, and the floors above it. He hadn't bothered to make friends, it hadn't occurred to him that they would be a good asset to have in a new school. Now he was wishing he'd made an attempt to hold small talk with the girl in front of him in the line for coffee, or the guy buying a textbook from the bookstore. He tried to blow the should've from his mind, there was nothing he could do now. Besides, he hated small talk with strangers. Something about it felt forced, and superficial, but then again, Lucien was no stranger to social pleasantries to maintain an image.
The gym was crowded, and Lucien hated crowds. They had a way of smothering him, and the constant sudden contact with others freaked him out. He hadn't grown up with positive physicality, so he often shied from touch. His senses became overloaded all too often, and then it became even harder to let his face rise into the practiced grin, and easier to allow himself to drop his guard in order to smooth the wrinkles in his mind. He decided to go to the booth with the smallest crowd, hoping to find some kind of rest from the large crowd. He found it in the form of a table titled the Cryptid Club. The people at the table were engaged in a conversation, but seemed to be feeling some sort of awkwardness. Lucien began to rethink going to this booth, worried he would be an unwelcome interruption, or he wouldn't be able to join the dynamic smoothly. People were always harder to mirror when they were uncomfortable, as they didn't always show themselves clearly, whether fearing judgement or not wanting to give something away. It seemed he was too late to abort his mission, he'd already made it clear he was in their specific direction, and if one of them noticed he was headed their way, it'd look strange to veer off suddenly. For the slightest moment, his eyes flashed with panic, but as quick as it had come, the look was gone, and replaced with a slightly disinterested look. This he'd managed to perfect, to not look desperate, but also to not look demeaning to those he encountered. One would often settle with reading him as indifferent, but not rudely so.
For the moment, Lucien busied himself with finding something on the table that could help him glide into the conversation, or at least give him a smooth entrance. His eyes settled on the flyers, and he let his mouth quirk up just the slightest. Almost too easy. As he neared the table, he paused, taking the table in through the people standing between Lucien and the Cryptid Club. "Excuse me, but could one of you pass me a flyer?"
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Post by sempis on Nov 3, 2018 15:17:09 GMT -5
[ aaa and there you have it, semi rambling indulgently about a new oc for 1500 words ]
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Post by lazy penguin on Nov 3, 2018 15:24:15 GMT -5
(nice nice, i'll work on a response now!)
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Post by Sparky on Nov 3, 2018 16:03:03 GMT -5
[ sempis this is amazing ]
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Post by sempis on Nov 3, 2018 16:04:03 GMT -5
[ Sparky aaa thank you ^.^'' ]
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Post by Sparky on Nov 3, 2018 17:08:52 GMT -5
[ If that is rusty for you then I can't wait until we advance further ]
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Post by sempis on Nov 3, 2018 17:18:10 GMT -5
[ Sparky Most of the time I can write things faster that sound smoother. My word count is always pretty high with starters and new characters, and rises and falls as we go. That was one of the longer things I've ever written ahaha. ]
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Post by Sparky on Nov 3, 2018 17:23:10 GMT -5
[ That seemed pretty fast to me, especially concerning its length. I also never pinpointed an area of choppiness either(the flow was excellent). I think something that I would need to work on is the inner voice of my character -which you did very well. I also love the Harley cx ]
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Post by lazy penguin on Nov 3, 2018 17:23:20 GMT -5
S T E V I E
The Ruler
If Asa had shown up just a moment later, Stevie would have lost her mind. She was supposed to be good at handling difficult situations, it was her job as a club leader. But she'd been so out of her element in this scenario, and that terrified her. Would she be able to handle the responsibility of being a leader, or would she just crash and burn? You'll crash and burn alright, she sighed internally. But we might as well try to delay the inevitable. It makes things more interesting.
“Maybe,” she replied with a slight smile. “But I've got no promises.” Running a handle through her hair, she force her heartbeat to slow down. Stressing over this might literally end up killing her. “Even if only two new people show up, we'll be able to make up for Emerson and Robin.” The boys had left the club after they graduated last year, and were the only people Stevie knew for sure wouldn't show up to the club anymore. “And if everyone else from last year shows up, we should still draw a decent crowd.”
She couldn't help but smile as Wally stumbled over his words. It looked like he was trying really hard not to offend Macie in any way. Too bad he wasn't better at it. His clumsiness seemed pretty obvious to Stevie, but she couldn't speak for her friend. For all she knew, Macie could've totally fallen for his “clever ruse”.
Stevie was drawn out of her thoughts, as a stranger approached the booth. With a quick sigh of relief, she put on her best “time to do an important sales pitch” face, grateful for the distraction. Of course, her excitement dulled as soon as he made his comment on Bigfoot. The last thing she needed was another heckler.
“Kinda,” she said with a fake smile.“I mean, Bigfoot is by far one of the most well-known cryptids in the world, but we're not full on ‘Finding Bigfoot’ over here.” She picked up one of her flyers, so she could actually remember what she'd planned on saying to new joiners. “Technically, a cryptid is any animal whose existence is disputed,” she read carefully. “So like the Loch Ness Monster or Mermaids or Mothman.” She really hoped this dude wasn't an expert on cryptids or anything, otherwise she'd be extremely embarrassed about her explanation of everything. “Our Cryptid Club does a lot of digging into the folklore surrounding these creatures and talks about recent sightings and stuff. Towards the end of the year, we plan a big trip to a cryptid sighting and do some investigating stuff, but we usually don't come up with much,” she admitted. “Last year all we found were a couple tufts of animal fur and some bones.”
Her eyes darted upwards, spotting another person who looked like he was headed towards her booth. When did Cryptids become so popular, she thought with a slight eyeroll. I bet Kayla or someone from the Volleyball team keeps telling people to come over here and bother me. Soooo not funny.
As the guy approached and asked about a flyer, Stevie flashed a nervous smile. A flyer meant someone might actually be interested in the club. “Uh- yeah sure,” she replied, shaking her head as she handed him the one from her hand. She addressed both newcomers with her at question, not wanting to exclude mister Bigfoot. “So what brings you to the Cryptid Club? It's not everyday we have a bunch of people interested in monsters.” She figured her question was vague enough that neither boy would pick up on her true intentions. If someone had sent them over to her, she intended to figure out who. Though whether or not she would thank that person or punch them in the arm remained to be seen.
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Post by lazy penguin on Nov 3, 2018 17:26:09 GMT -5
(*dabs like a 12 yr old* I. Hate. Typing. Replies. On. My. Phone! But it's done! So yay!)
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Post by Sparky on Nov 3, 2018 17:30:07 GMT -5
[ super impressive for mobile. I haven't been able to get on my chromebook all day(errands are annoying). ]
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Post by . on Nov 3, 2018 17:31:19 GMT -5
(Hey guys)
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Post by Sparky on Nov 3, 2018 17:34:52 GMT -5
[ I'm going to try to get a reply up pretty quickly as I have to go to a movie. If I don't post then I'll be on later tonight! ]
Edit: Mister Bigfoot xD ]
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Post by Deleted on Nov 3, 2018 17:47:38 GMT -5
[ i'm gonna fix up asa's coding b4 i respond but i'll have one up soon! ]
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Post by lazy penguin on Nov 3, 2018 17:48:55 GMT -5
(Alrighty! I'm very excited to see these posts guys!)
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Post by sempis on Nov 3, 2018 18:07:47 GMT -5
[ reply will be up once I come home from dinner! ]
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Post by Sparky on Nov 3, 2018 18:08:25 GMT -5
James read over the flyer again as she explained, darting his eyes up once or twice to get somewhat of an impression of her. She seemed nice, but he was skeptical about the outline of the club. The more in-depth she went into her explanation, however, the more intrigued he became. Overall, the club appeared to be centered around a friend group that simply enjoyed mysteries. His eyes wandered from the flyer as she mentioned the trip. Stevie's own hazel eyes seemed warm, and her hair complimented her frame nicely. Animal fur and some bones? He thought for a moment, noting that literally any mammal could be at question there. I wonder how excited they got about that. Hoping that his expression didn't appear too skeptical(or nervous), James glanced back to the flyer. He enjoyed the outdoors, and their small club offered just the right amount of people that he was comfortable being close friends with.
Jerking slightly at the voice beside him, James glanced over to Lucien. He smiled slightly and turned back to Stevie at her question. Hands fidgeting slightly on his flyer, James thought up an acceptable response, "Oh, well... you know- mysteries are always fun to solve."
Right after he said it his memory pounced onto something. Rumors and complaints that had been passed on during conversations in the hallways and in classrooms. Something about the school being... strange. He had overheard various mentionings of the school being haunted. This prompted him to like the idea of joining the Cryptid Club even more. Suddenly forgetting that he hadn't properly introduced himself, James held up his hand to Stevie.
"I'm J-James, by the way. This is actually my first year here. My dad and I, we've been hopping around for some time..." His words trailed off as he started rambling about his past. That was an area he didn't want to get into. Not now - and hopefully not ever.
- [[alright sorry for the short reply but I gotta go(I'm going to watch Venom:)) ]]
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Post by Deleted on Nov 3, 2018 18:27:01 GMT -5
[ dabs in short post. just wanted asa to be a gremlin on main sorry lads ] Asa Cohen "we are the dreamers of dreams."
Asa's gaze flicked between the trio with something akin to amusement, a small smile playing across his lips. He listened to Wally's response and bobbed his head, tapping one foot against the floor in a repeated rhythm. He was restless, that much was true - but when wasn't he? It was just how Asa was, an ever-moving force. If he was bothered that Wally was the only one to make proper conversation with him, then he didn't show it. He tilted his head up and raised a single eyebrow.
"My Summer was quick-paced and fast," he made finger guns, for no particular reason. Just felt like it, he supposed. "We went back home for a few weeks to stay with family, so it was pretty good."
He nodded at Stevie's words, though he wasn't really listening. It wasn't like she'd know that - he was a relatively closed person when it came to his emotions; his thoughts were not something that other people would ever know, and he was fine with that. An ever-present smile would linger on his face, paired with a raised eyebrow. He didn't care if they noticed or not, but he kept himself closed. There was always an air of mystery around Asa, and that was how he liked it. Sometimes, just sometimes, being mysterious was a good thing. He liked it, liked watching people speak.
There was no point in interrupting as he listened to her go through her explanation of cryptids. He shoved his hands into his pockets and leaned his weight to one side, gaze focused briefly on the newcomer before a voice caused him to turn his head. Again, his eyebrow raised. Hey, we're popular, he thought, moving out of the way a little. He was small and lithe, that meant he wasn't really in the way. He simply moved to Wally's other side and stayed next to him, watching the two strangers through narrowed eyes.
Asa didn't want to scare them off. He was aware that he could be read as hostile sometimes, but he was just curious. He didn't get why they were starting to flock to them now, of all times. New members were always good. It was just strange.
He reached up to brush some of his own hair out of his face as one of the boys introduced himself. James. And then he continued speaking, and Asa couldn't help but roll his eyes upwards. A mysterious lad! They were all mysterious lads at heart, though. He rocked back on his heels and smiled absently, pulling his hands out of his pockets and picking at his nail posh idly. Stevie was the leader, she could deal with these people unless someone addressed him directly. But he was a subtle presence, so he doubted it. He didn't mind. It was nice to blend into the background sometimes.
"Maybe this year we'll find an actual human skeleton," his mouth worked of its own accord, and his brows wiggled. "Or monster bones. Not like, ancient shark bones. They're everywhere. But like, actual monster bones."
It was his contribution to recruiting people! Or maybe it would scare them off. He didn't know, but it was an attempt at helping. He continued to grin lazily, though his teeth worried at his lip. It was subtle, but there.
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Post by lazy penguin on Nov 3, 2018 20:42:13 GMT -5
(I'm going to wait until tomorrow, so other people have a chance to respond, but what's up people?)
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Post by Sparky on Nov 3, 2018 20:43:09 GMT -5
[ just finished with the movie(it was awesome) ]
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Post by sempis on Nov 3, 2018 20:53:06 GMT -5
[ gollyyyyy I love venom!! Reply is coming up right now. ]
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Post by lazy penguin on Nov 3, 2018 21:03:55 GMT -5
(i haven't seen it yet, is it worth it?)
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Post by sempis on Nov 3, 2018 21:04:21 GMT -5
"Here be monsters..."
Lucien's eyes danced over the flyer, the mismatched orbs taking in the paper. It seemed the club was centered around the exploring the possibilities of aberrations, things not of this world. His mind flicked through the ones he knew off the top of his head, lists were something that helped Lucien process things. Bigfoot. Nessie. Yetis. Jersey Devil. Kraken. Serpents. Chupacabra. Wolpertinger. Lucien surprised himself with how many of these creatures he'd heard of before. He especially didn't think it would come in handy in particular, or even retain the information. It maybe made some kind of sense, Lucien had always had a light pursuit of things of unlikely existence. The possibilities were liberating to Lucien, that there might be something more out there than the world that had conditioned him into the person he was.
Many viewed Lucien as a pessimist, and while true at times, he was more the kind to prepare for the worst and hope for the best. More often than not, Lucien had received unfavorable outcomes to things he desperately wished to go right, so he'd come to expect those kinds of things. Whether glass was half full or half empty could be debated back in forth in Lucien's head, but the reality was you wouldn't be going thirsty.
As usual, Lucien had to be pulled from his thoughts, realizing he had been smiling and nodding at what the group had been saying, when he realized he had been asked a question. Tuning back in to the conversation, he was relieved he wasn't smiling and nodding at a serious matter, or in a context where it wouldn't make sense. "Oh, well... you know- mysteries are always fun to solve." One boy was saying. Lucien assumed he was speaking about what had brought him to the table. It seemed a reasonable question for the girl at the booth to ask, so he was confident he was right. He hoped he was right.
The boy next to him introduced himself, and Lucien was glad he'd brought himself back to the conversation. If he'd ignored the question and didn't know the boy's name, it'd be obvious his mind was elsewhere. People didn't like people who didn't pay attention when they spoke. James. He repeated the name in his head until it sounded foreign. He was horrible with names, and would not doubt forget it if he wasn't careful. James. James. James. Don't forget that. "Nice to meet you, James."
Now that it was his turn to speak, he offered a smile to the girl behind the booth. She looked a little suspicious of him, he assumed that this club might be the brunt of a few jokes, it was definitely out there. Not that he didn't welcome it. He figured a surface-level truth would please her, hopefully ease off any worries she had of him coming to tease her. With those he was comfortable with, Lucien could be brutally sarcastic and prone to teasing, but it was all out of endearment. He'd learned many people could find sarcasm rude when just meeting, so he kept his tongue in check. "If I'm being honest, the crowds was a little dense for me." That was reasonable, many people didn't enjoy crowds. He didn't allude to the fact that crowds could make him feel like he couldn't breathe. No one cared about that, so why bother? "I will admit though, I'm glad I chose this booth to find shelter at. I definitely don't get to see this kind of club very often. I like it." He glanced down at the flyer in his hand, catching a name, subconsciously pulling a ring into his mouth and letting it slip out again. That was definitely Lucien for you, a fidgeter from head to toe. Contact Stevie Hackett @ [contact information]. Stevie Hackett. Remember.
"You must be Stevie then, yeah?" He offered her a small smile. "I'm Lucien. Rayner. I'm a junior, but this is my first year at this school so you probably haven't seen me around." He laughed a little, a joke might ease tension. It would ease tension, for him, at least. "I hope you haven't. I obviously have no clue where I'm going." He let his lips curl into a grin as he heard someone next to him talking about human skeletons. "I think if we found a human skeleton, it might be more of a murder case than a clue to a hunt for a cryptid, unless the poor lad found the cryptid before we did. Or the cryptid found it." He said the last part in a dead serious tone, but he couldn't stop the curl in his lips, the telltale sign he was joking.
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Post by Sparky on Nov 3, 2018 21:07:22 GMT -5
[ YES. It's different from most Marvel movies, though. It's darker and there are less comedic scenes(don't get me wrong, though, they're still there). ]
Edit: that was crazy fast, sempis cx ]]
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Post by lazy penguin on Nov 3, 2018 21:09:53 GMT -5
(Yeah, just looking at the commercials for it made it look really lacking, but I've really only heard good things about it. I might have to watch it then...)
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Post by sempis on Nov 3, 2018 21:11:56 GMT -5
[ I love Marvel heroes, but I really do like anti-heroes. Much more interesting to me. I thought it was a really great movie to watch, if you like Marvel I would recommend it.
Sparky I wish I could write a post in fifteen minutes. That had been in the works for a little bit. I didn't really get a chance to sit down on it until now. ]
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Post by Sparky on Nov 3, 2018 21:15:29 GMT -5
[ Ah, okay - that makes way more sense. ]
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Post by sempis on Nov 3, 2018 21:16:26 GMT -5
[ yeah, ahah. I'm probably going to turn in for the night, it's getting a little late where I am. I have an early morning tomorrow : p ]
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Post by Sparky on Nov 3, 2018 21:22:15 GMT -5
[ sounds good, I might work on another reply before I go. ]
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