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Welcome delinquents to PHS #552. A few reminders, no rough housing, no running in the hallways, no cheating, and no talking back to your teachers. Beyond that, enjoy yourselves. After all these are the years you’ll look back on, and remember, you mother fuckers peaked too early.
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Public Highschool #552 was rebooted by Xereon and Aether. Content is copyrighted to PHS #552 unless otherwise stated. The skin is created by Wolf of Gangnam Style. The board and thread remodel is by Kagney and has been heavily edited. Banner Image Credit. Chatbox Credit
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COME IN COME ALL AND WATCH THE SPECTACULAR STUDENTS FROM PUBLIC HIGH SCHOOL 552 AS THEY PIT AGAINST EACH OTHER IN BAREKNUCKLE BEATDOWN! Watch as students go toe to toe on this little tournament with an unbelievable budget allocation! See them bite each other in arena made of LEGOS! Make each other bleed in an artificial JUNGLE!, even go as far as making them break bones under an artificial STORM! Really, HOW BIG IS THE BUDGET ON THIS SHIT! SO PLACE OUR BETS AND GO WATCH BAREKNUCKLE BEATDOWN NOW!
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A brand new group is on the making, The Apostles, a Pillar-like group led by none other than our brand new headmaster, Gregoire Girard. A student body that would lead students and enforce the law on this little school of ours. Little is still known about this student body, but who knows? It might just be what the school needs.
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A lunch box is seen last Friday, around 12:37:08pm with an encouraging note packed inside. This appalling display that utterly lacked manliness has left many students stunned and outrage, as some decided, after a long while, to speak out against it.
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Post by ✞ ascension ✞ on Nov 22, 2015 20:29:26 GMT -5
Bedford-Stuyvesant, a cesspool of crime, extortion, and racial strife. Home of one of the most renowned lyricists ever to grace the stage, Notorious B.I.G. Juelz Santana conquered this neighborhood of Brooklyn when he first began his campaign. There was no equal among the filth when those foolish enough attempted to oppose him—the local Gangsters and Mercenaries toppled to a three-man army. Thirteen days, fourteen nights, and zero causalities. The ivory locked teenager ravaged through Brooklyn like a raging tsunami with no sign of stopping. The local dealers joined in on his campaign, seeking shelter under those tattered and massive wings of the Drug Baron. Directly behind them, trigger happy Thugs joined the ranks of front-line men, and behind them, a small portion of NYPD. This all took place two years ago, now Bedford-Stuyvesant remains within the borough as a neighborhood of unity and loyalty of the Santana Group.
Today. The neighborhood stood still as tension kept the people on edge.
Juelz Santana sat in an local restaurant, in the very back of the establishment; a low hanging fixture being the only source of light around the teenager. All black motif was the Santana Group trademark, and every being within the walls enjoying the local delicacies adorned themselves in such a scheme. Directly beside the boy sat a young blonde in a tight fitting dress, picking at a piece of cherry pie she couldn't finish. The female wrinkled her nose as watermelon scented vapor filled her nostrils. Blue eyes fixated on the ivory locked male beside her, gazes focusing on the modded vapor-pen gripped firmly between his fingers. She shook her head in mild displeasure and dismissed herself from his presence—Juelz eyed her firm backside as she did so.
When she left, another came; a male; with news.
"The invitations have been sent. They should be here any moment now."
Juelz nodded, those golden orbs placed firmly upon the male with a pleased look for one so stoic as himself. The messenger wasted no time in dismissing himself upon delivering the news. According to Rose Lockehart, there was one individual who meet each and everyone of Juelz Santana's criteria to a Tee. He trusted the female's reconnaissance skills so took it upon himself to make sure this person of interest received the invitation to come meet him; face to face; no bullshit involved.
However, there was another.
Dante Fierro, a boy of true Mafioso blood and lineage. It was Juelz' duty to scoop this lad and see if he had what it took to make it in this dog eat dog world. Truth be told, he wasn't too excited to be the one to take on such a task, but the Moore family owes the Fierro family a lot more than he truly knows about—the debt going way over the value of money and shallow riches. However, regardless of how he felt, he accepted the task with his usual tactical mindset. Puffing another stream of vaporized smoke, the scented fumes streamed from flared nostrils like a dragon of yore as he simply awaited for their arrivals.
- t a g s 」 - LORE 」 Rose Lockheart 」 Kouketsu- n o t e s 」 - the invitation can be anything. a simple letter, encrypted code, or telepathy. Just bring yo' asses on' and lets fucking get this show on the road. BI
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Post by Rose Lockheart on Nov 22, 2015 21:28:33 GMT -5
'GIRL of Steel' "Well, here's the candidate that I spoke of," said Rose, entering the vicinity of the restaurant as she gussied her way toward the back of the establishment. Standing, heels and all, she entered the venue only to take a seat of her own. She was going to let the man introduce himself as she took her own, holding a nonchalant attitude about the situation as she texted Xiayou for the time being. She couldn't careless of the decision Santana was going to make for this candidate, but all she knew was that it didn't concern her from this point on. Music: MUSIC --- OUTFIT --- TAGS ✞ ascension ✞ and friends OOC I'mma just hangout. |
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Post by LORE on Nov 22, 2015 21:40:24 GMT -5
Brooklyn had did very little to change over the years, its life of crime and inability to change for the better constantly and unanimously— made it falter in terms of progression. While Queens was beginning to root out its problems that caused it to be stagnant; Brooklyn continued to water their own problems with no concern of the aftermath. And although Hiromasa could not resonate with such a cause, it stirred up something inside him that he could not explain; something dark— twisted. Emeralds of hue stared out the window of the luxurious car to gaze at the Brooklyn blocks and its people, it had been thirteen years since Hiromasa lived in New York, and still he found some pleasure in seeing such diversity.
Maybe that could explain how Rose and himself got along so easily inside of #552, something about the girl's aura luring him inside her twisted web that composed of mystery and interest.
"Where almost there Ms. Rose."
The statement had beckon from the driver who was ordered to pick the two up to meet someone named Santana; an individual that seemed to be quite resourceful in this day and age. Hiromasa had heard about the being from many in school and outside of it; the man's legend being nothing less than noteworthy. And although he cared little about people's reputation, something about this man's lore caught his interest; maybe it was how people respected him and talked so highly of him, as if he was Scarface or the Godfather.
Nonetheless, the two had arrived at the location chosen by Santana and with a few paces forward inside the establishment, those emerald eyes would come to meet that of almond hue. "The name's Hiromasa," his tone was rather dull, it lacked any true emotion; however, his eyes spoke volumes that his tone could not. To be quite frank, the Japanese boy was impressed by all the things that someone a year younger than him could accomplish. "But you can call me Yusuf." In unison with his statement, the boy stretched out an open hand to the teen to be respectful; after all, he was a guest.
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Post by Kouketsu on Nov 22, 2015 22:46:33 GMT -5
The boy strode throughout the familiar neighborhood of consistent crimes and dangerous acts. The night was rather cold and the breeze made it feel even worse. The blonde haired kid took out a cigarette and placed it in between his lips and paused to pull in the toxic smoke that gave him warmth. Another second or so and he would pull it from his lips and exhale, leaving his lungs warm and toasty. Several more strides and Dante would pull out a paper with an address on it. There wasn't anything in particular that was explained on it but he didn't need anything specific. He had nothing to do today anyways. He came across the place he had been looking for, and it seemed to be a restaurant.
He took a step forward only to nearly fall over someone who appeared to be homeless. He was just laying out on the pavement next to a pair of dumpsters on the side of the building. Another drag of his cigarette was taken. He carefully placed his other leg over the man and walked into the establishment several moments after the extremely extravagant car pulled up as well. He didn't exactly have a clue of what he was doing there, not that it entirely mattered but he knew it was something serious. He let the cigarette rest on his lips as smoke drifted about from it. A quick inspection would reveal several people were already there but Dante wasn't so sure about what exactly he should do. Wait to be invited over or simply interrupt the young lad who was currently speaking to someone else. Decisions.
Dante decided it was best not to interrupt but not stand around looking foolish as well. He would wait a few steps behind them and listen to what they had to say. He noticed one of them with a vape and slightly smiled. Nice to see someone also enjoyed something like smoking even if it was different.
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Post by ✞ ascension ✞ on Nov 22, 2015 23:46:26 GMT -5
Rose left a sight to behold—the backside of the female causing a lust educed grin to morph the lips of the Drug Baron. However, such gutter-thoughts were dismissed almost instantly upon hearing the voice of the first guest. Juelz took another long drag from the modded-pen before extending his arm and cupping the hand of Yusuf with his own; a firm grip that signified nothing but mutual respect and hospitality.
"I appreciate you for coming today, Yusuf. Have a seat and lets talk. Are you hungry? Thirsty?"
His tone held nothing but might and confidence as he adjusted his blazer tie and sat up in an presentable posture. He gestured towards the chair directly to Yusuf's left with a simple head motion. But, when he did so, those almond eyes of the Kingpin leveled on the second guest. He knew who this man was; he fitted the bill to a Tee and carried all the traits of his bloodline in full. With a single wave of the hand he too gestured for the boy to take a seat so they can began their little discussion.
"I must apologize for where this little meeting is being held. I know it's nothing less of 'ghetto', however, you always need to remember where you came from when you make it. Humble yourself before the next motherfucker does it for you, y'know?"
Spouting real knowledge and wisdom, Juelz returned the vapor-pen back within his inner-most blazer pocket and fixated his gaze back upon Dante.
"Fierro, Yusuf. Yusuf, Fierro. Let me thank you both for coming first and foremost."
Then he placed both hands on the table, cupped in front of his mouth with his upper lip pressed against a single index finger.
"Before I speak my peace. Anything either of you need to know regarding me and what it is I do?"
This was there chance to get into the tactical mind of the Druglord. Would they press this advantage or let slip between their fingers like a wet bag yayo?
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Post by Rose Lockheart on Nov 23, 2015 15:24:24 GMT -5
'GIRL of Steel' Rose wasn't paying much attention to the conversation, but she kept her eyes upon the two newcomers while returning to her phone one minute the next, then another back unto the three who were talking among themselves. Rose wasn't much of a talker when she was bored, but catch her on a good day and you usually have yourself a playful woman who enjoys toying with the hearts of men. For now, all she did was listen and watch the scenery that went on before her. |
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Post by AUGUS. on Nov 24, 2015 17:35:51 GMT -5
Timing, a hell of a thing really.
Ignorance would land him at this moment and time, unaware of what exactly was going down, though fully aware of the other bodies occupying the restaurant. He entered a few minutes before the young blonde haired male, his only desire to get something to eat and relax for a bit as his mind centered itself around what he'd accomplish today, little did he know what was in store. It wouldn't take much for him to notice the nail sticking out of the wood so to say, the blonde man standing off to the side as two others conversed. It was of little importance to Augus but it was somewhat interesting, the aura, the vibe, they're demeanor. No food or drink on the table, they clearly weren't here for a casual lunch, and the woman off in the distance seemed focused on the table the pair occupied, even if her phone distracted her time and again.
Their conversation was somewhat out of ear shot, Augus only capable of catching a word here or there. It wasn't exactly as if he was eavesdropping on their conversation, people watching was just a habit of his. He had already scanned the entire eatery twice over, noticing the ins and out of each patron, each booth, each employee, the trio in the dimly lit section simply the most interesting of the bunch. Regardless it was simply passing the time while he ate his meal, nothing more, nothing less.
Or so he figured.
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Post by LORE on Nov 25, 2015 3:49:01 GMT -5
Palms embraced one another as digits cupped with confidence which screamed of mutual understanding; proving to the likes of Hiromasa that Santana was rather a humble spirit. Usually power would get to an individual's head, especially in this day and age in New York; however, that wasn't the case with the ivory haired fellow whose grip was rather powerful— fierce. Hiromasa's own grip was extremely akin to Santana's own— strong— stern— and capable of expressing that this Japanese teen was not the one to be tested; all of that could be told in a simple handshake.
"No problem, it was my pleasure to come. And water should suffice, I appreciate the hospitality." Taking a seat across from his host, the high school senior couldn't help but to take note of his surroundings. One should never be too comfortable when in the presence of strangers, nor was this an insult towards Rose or Santana; it simply was how Hiromasa functioned.
Dwelling in his thoughts as his eyes continued to scan the area subtly, the moment would be interrupted by the sound of another's footsteps that soon reached the two. And shortly after, he had taken a seat not too far from Hiromasa; his aura was rather perplexed to say the least; apparently his name was Fierro. His presence had unlocked the key to the beginning of this secret meeting, hopefully bringing to light why the two were called here; although, Hiromasa had a bit of understanding as to why.
"I already know what you are, a drug dealer." His tone was rather straight-forward, no emotion really behind it as he continued his piece. "Or your parents just seem to be really rich, however I think my first theory pins the tail on the donkey. From the invitations to the luxurious car, a Rolls Royce at that; to this spot and its employees seeming to listen to every command; it screams of power. And now I'm not Sherlock Holmes, but your statement about humbling yourself or someone will do it for you, pretty much sealed the deal for me." His eyes met once again with those of almond hue, "You're a pretty powerful one at that, or am I wrong?"
Nothing went over the head of Hiromasa and if no one in this room had an understanding of what kind of being he was— they did now. He was someone who was tactical, informative, and capable of understanding a situation by taking notes of the little things; how people carry themselves, their mannerisms and etc. Thus explaining his theory which he was 92% sure was correct; the chances of him being incorrect were rather slim.
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Post by Kouketsu on Nov 26, 2015 13:05:27 GMT -5
There would be a brief motion between the unknown boy that stood in front of him and the man who sat directly opposite of them both. It seemed formal and direct, a business like approach to something meant to be friendly. Afterwards, another motion to sit down in the chairs for the both of them. Another would enter the restaurant but Dante would take no notice of the insignifcant intrusion that didn't do much at the moment. Then the man would state why he had chosen a place like this to incorporate his business with the two.
"I don't mind..." would be the only thing uttered from his lips.
Then the host would introduce the two to each other and again Dante would not have much to say. He didn't feel the need to speak for right now as much wasn't really going on. He wasn't a quiet person but sometimes silence is the best way to go.
"Nice to meet you."
Then the mood changed slightly, things got a little more serious. The host had been the cause of change with his actions and language.
"Before I speak my peace. Anything either of you need to know regarding me and what it is I do?"
The boy next to him had spoken first, relaying information about himself and the man that sat across from him. Dante knew fairly well that anyone having anything to do with PHS #552 they were there for a reason. Violence, drugs, whatever the law deemed too serious for the public. He didn't need to know what it was exactly everyone did in PHS, being sent there was enough for Dante.
"If you have anything to do with PHS I'm sure it isn't too hard to find out what you do. Just knowing you come to the school is enough for me. Meddling in other people's business isn't something I do unless I believe it's fit to do so. Do you have an extra ash tray laying about? I see you've put away your pass time, I believe I should as well."
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Post by ✞ ascension ✞ on Nov 26, 2015 18:47:46 GMT -5
Skittering across the polished floorboards would be a petite waitress making her way with a icy glass of water for Yusuf. The girl looked no older than her late teenage years, but she did have that ditsy aura enveloping her entire person. She sat the glass beside Yusuf with a coaster to protect the table. With the order out of the way, the waitress gave Yusuf a friendly smile before skittering to the next table of guests. Such fast service, almost as if their little conversation had the privilege of being monitored. With what the lad ordered finally in his parched grasps, Juelz acknowledged Yusuf's words with a subtle nod and grin. Next Dante spoke—his words being a motto he too follows open. Seconds after the Italian requested a ashtray, the same ditsy waitress skittered across the floorboards with the requested item in possession. With a "eep" due to almost tripping over thin air, she placed the ashtray beside Dante, gave her "waitress of the month" winning grin, and skittered off to do whatever it is she did while she wasn't summoned. Juelz simply watched the girl with a cocked brow—convoluted emotions; a jumbled mess between confusion, joy, and anger.
"Anyways."
A suave attempt to get the conversation back on track.
"Not a drug dealer. Entrepreneur. Buyer and seller of rare and exotic items and possessions. I dabble in just about everything this city has to offer if the ability to gain is presented. Though I have sold drugs once upon a time, haven't actually made a sell myself in years. Power is a subjective noun, I like to think. Though I also like to think I have some form of power, in some shape and-or form."
He was being modest despite that kingly look in his eyes. The way he carried himself and looked at people, no modest man would have a constant glare that screamed "divine judgement". Lowering his hands from his face, Juelz sat back in his booth while throwing both arms over the top of the back support to get himself more comfortable.
"My business will be your own all in due time, Dante. But I do respect your notion and outlook. To answer your question. Yes, I do frequent Public High school #552, my final year to be exact."
He looked at them both, almond gaze weighing heavily upon the two with a subtle smirk.
"I hope you both found my answers satisfactory."
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Post by Rose Lockheart on Nov 26, 2015 20:10:05 GMT -5
'GIRL of Steel' Oh great. 552 was being discussed. Out of all the things she needed to hear in this conversation, that was not one of them. She would let a sigh of annoyance befall her as she was bored just sitting here. She would dart her gaze onto Kouketsu and said, "Meddling in other people's business can easily get you killed at that school," she interrupted. "You never know what monsters lurk at that zoo of a school," she stated with a giggle at the end. Music: MUSIC --- OUTFIT --- TAGS Kouketsu and friends OOC I'm talking to you, hey you thar~ |
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Post by AUGUS. on Nov 26, 2015 21:10:23 GMT -5
Talking, talking, talking, talk, baby just please knock it off. The team was seeming to gather but they had yet to break the huddle, there was clearly some serious game planning going on. Only hearing every other word made the whole ordeal a fun guessing game, food and entertainment always went hand in hand after all. The players themselves were the most interesting factor, each very different yet coming together for something. He'd give them all a good look once again, trying to see if he noticed anything he mightve overlooked originally. Good thing he did.
One stood out the most to him, she also happened to be off on her lonesome, at least she was consistent. Something about her felt memorable, it felt familiar, the fact he didn't recognize her immediately spoke to the changes that had to occur in her to deceive his keen eye. Slowly past features matched with the current times would reveal themselves, slowly forming into the identity of a girl he had long since seen.
"Haha, what are the odds?" A smooth tone carrying the phrase from behind Rose. A smirk would shine prominently was she looked upon his face. It was refreshing to see a familiar face in a place like this, Augus was relatively new to the streets of New York, an old friend could definitely help him adjust.
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Post by LORE on Nov 27, 2015 2:30:42 GMT -5
"Your answer shall suffice for now," slender digits coiled around the cool glass of water provided to him by the waiter, and with the least bit of effort he took a sip of the contents held within the glass meekly. In Hiromasa's opinion, which was something that never altered— no matter what; he believed that Santana was just trying to be modest and professional about his status in society. Although it mattered little about the man's occupation; the thought of Hiromasa's hypothesis being incorrect ate away at his pride. Gently placing the glass back upon the coaster from which it came, the high school senior's mind would begin to contemplate on the reasoning of this surprise meeting; his lips wasting no time to voice what was on his mind. Rose colored lips parted as he spoke, his tone no longer emotionless— but now bathed with curiosity and spirit, which proved that he took a liking to this Santana individual before his verdant optics. Much like himself, his words were straight-forward and cutthroat; lacking any trace of being the word subtle to his enthralling host.
"Bullshit aside. What is the true reason you brought us here Santana? The real motive you have behind all of this hospitality that you are displaying towards us, surely you have a reason; and I'm sure its not about how the stock market is crashing."
The atmosphere of the room became rather heavy after Hiromasa's words, you could see it upon his countenance that he grew bored of the bullshit; and would much rather his host to be eight more than ninety-two with him. Placing his digits once more around the glass of water— he would take a sip, the contents refreshing him both physically and mentality as he awaited for some response; one that didn't lack candor.
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Post by Kouketsu on Nov 27, 2015 11:36:17 GMT -5
After his mentioning of 552, it appeared as though it would cause a chain of reactions. The man across from him would admit to going to the school and then a waitress appeared before him too soon after. She would appear like a stereotypical blonde headed white girl, clumsy and ditsy. She gave him an ash tray and then smiled towards him. Dante gave a smile back, intentions not meant to be friendly but seductive. If you asked what his specialty was, it was women, and trouble. His eyes lingered on the girl as she darted away, missing most of the host's spiel about what exactly he did, and he would be graced by another female's prescence he was not aware of. She mentioned about monsters that accompanied PHS' school grounds but Dante only heard bits of this conversation as well. Most of this encounter was beginning to bore him, you could say he was a restless individual.
"I hope I'm not one of those "monsters" you speak of."
Dante gave a sly grin and returned to the conversation originally started, taking one more drag of his cigarette and then placed it into the ash tray. The boy next to him grew impatient, started to cuss even. In the Italian mafia, you could say he was being outright disrespectful to a superior.
"How...rude."
Dante blew out the smoke he had held in as he spoke, the smoke being directed towards his right as not to blow it in anyone's face.
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Post by ✞ ascension ✞ on Nov 29, 2015 16:50:24 GMT -5
A deathlike glare fixated on Rose the very moment she spoke out of turn. Her reconnaissance skills were top-notch, probably because, when she wanted to, Rose had a way with people, a way even Santana himself couldn't accurately explain or pinpoint. However,when it came down to laying down facts, knowledge, and the foundation to build something greater for the next person. Her skills in the "leading" category were piss poor. If need be, Juelz would venture to the ends of the earth if it meant saving the Lockheart sisters from peril or inevitable danger—their skills aided him thus far and continued to do so with each passing day. But even they were still very wet behind the ears when it came to this Mafioso lifestyle, so they needed to learn their place and realize there was a time and place to speak—now was not that time.
"I got it."
Those three words behind the deathly glare putting the final nail in her coffin. He maintained his cool however, that suave nature of the Kingpin never truly faltering even when annoyed or frustrated. Hopefully he got his point across to the girl. Fixating his gaze back on Yusuf, Juelz followed his words after his guest took a few sips from the glass of water bestowed to him. At the end of every sentence he nodded, a smile grin which grew larger and larger the more he followed and understood. He wanted the truth? He wanted to know why he was here today in the lions din? He'd get his sought after answer in due time. But first, Santana took it upon himself to address Dante first with a few words of encouragement.
"Washed up Tae Bo instructors and teenage hasbeen's roam those school halls, Fierro. When Monster's go bumping the night, we are the ones that go bumping back. What's a small thing to a giant? But I digress."
Directly beside Santana resided a fork and a spoon, he took both; placing the spoon directly beside the fork. He then looked at Yusuf and began speaking.
"Stand beside me and I'll support you."
Juelz moved the fork behind the spoon and continued.
"Stand behind me and I'll protect you."
He then took the spoon, and made the utensil face the fork; front to front as if they were opposing one another.
"But if you stand against me. I'll kill you. Right now, I'm offering you a chance to join me, Yusuf. Work under my name and this whole fucking city will know what you stand for. But if you fight under my name this whole city will know who you are. I have great things planned for NYC. So, are you with me? And you, Fierro. We have further business that needs to be discussed in private, however, the same offer is to you as well. What do you say?"
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