The Hunter spins his spear with one hand. "Oh, by the way, I'm partially blind. I'm always at a disadvantage." he says, moving quickly and jabbing his spear through the monsters neck.
"Wow....this is amazing..." he signs
"Ah, only the weak make excuses. And don't tell me you're weak." Benimaru simply watches, a flaming mop flying into his hand from somewhere. He rests it on his shoulder, just being support.
He smiles and puts the crushed pepper on it.
'Not an excuse." he says, pricing it through the chest.
He takes another bite
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*She is a whopping height of 6'8. She be a tall sea oracle.*
She nods, looking over at Fetus. "He might be hurt."
He looks up at her, blinking a few times before nodding. "O-oh yeah." he does a quick diagnosis check on Festus. "Broken capacitor...I just fixed that..." he mutters.
She sits back down, drawing shapes in the sand, half listening.
"Oh, uh, pardon my rudeness. My name is Leo. Tinkerer Extraordinaire. Who might you be?"
She tilts her head back, her silvery jewelry glinting in the sun. "Leo.. like the star sign. The lion. The sign of courage in the tarot deck." She said, chuckling "I am Amphitrite. Star and Sea Oracle. A pleasure." She bows, her long scaled tail swishing.
He bows back, tapping his fingers with nervous energy. "Pleasure to meet you as well ma'am."
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*She is a whopping height of 6'8. She be a tall sea oracle.*
She nods, looking over at Fetus. "He might be hurt."
He looks up at her, blinking a few times before nodding. "O-oh yeah." he does a quick diagnosis check on Festus. "Broken capacitor...I just fixed that..." he mutters.
She sits back down, drawing shapes in the sand, half listening.
"Oh, uh, pardon my rudeness. My name is Leo. Tinkerer Extraordinaire. Who might you be?"
She tilts her head back, her silvery jewelry glinting in the sun. "Leo.. like the star sign. The lion. The sign of courage in the tarot deck." She said, chuckling "I am Amphitrite. Star and Sea Oracle. A pleasure." She bows, her long scaled tail swishing.
He bows back, tapping his fingers with nervous energy. "Pleasure to meet you as well ma'am."
She produces a pipe from... Somewhere. It's made from polished shell. She lights it with a flick of her finger, exhaling light blue smoke that shimmers slightly. She passes it to him "Calm down dear, I'm not going to be mad at you not am I going to eat you. I'm not a siren after all."
The Hunter spins his spear with one hand. "Oh, by the way, I'm partially blind. I'm always at a disadvantage." he says, moving quickly and jabbing his spear through the monsters neck.
"Wow....this is amazing..." he signs
"Ah, only the weak make excuses. And don't tell me you're weak." Benimaru simply watches, a flaming mop flying into his hand from somewhere. He rests it on his shoulder, just being support.
He smiles and puts the crushed pepper on it.
'Not an excuse." he says, pricing it through the chest.
He takes another bite
"Well whatever it was sounded like one." A ring of fire sprouts around them both, preventing them from running away if they wanted to.
Somehow the pepper made it better, like that one flavor scene in Ratatouille.
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What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
*She is a whopping height of 6'8. She be a tall sea oracle.*
She nods, looking over at Fetus. "He might be hurt."
He looks up at her, blinking a few times before nodding. "O-oh yeah." he does a quick diagnosis check on Festus. "Broken capacitor...I just fixed that..." he mutters.
She sits back down, drawing shapes in the sand, half listening.
"Oh, uh, pardon my rudeness. My name is Leo. Tinkerer Extraordinaire. Who might you be?"
She tilts her head back, her silvery jewelry glinting in the sun. "Leo.. like the star sign. The lion. The sign of courage in the tarot deck." She said, chuckling "I am Amphitrite. Star and Sea Oracle. A pleasure." She bows, her long scaled tail swishing.
He bows back, tapping his fingers with nervous energy. "Pleasure to meet you as well ma'am."
She produces a pipe from... Somewhere. It's made from polished shell. She lights it with a flick of her finger, exhaling light blue smoke that shimmers slightly. She passes it to him "Calm down dear, I'm not going to be mad at you not am I going to eat you. I'm not a siren after all."
"O-oh no. I have this condition called ADHD...it makes it hard to sit still." he says, fidgeting with some gears.
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“Well, anyway, they’ve been active lately, but I can’t trace them to any one world. It seems like they’re still not united, but that doesn’t exactly help in the short run.”
“What are your plans for this big guy then? Cleaning up the forest of monsters?”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
The Hunter spins his spear with one hand. "Oh, by the way, I'm partially blind. I'm always at a disadvantage." he says, moving quickly and jabbing his spear through the monsters neck.
"Wow....this is amazing..." he signs
"Ah, only the weak make excuses. And don't tell me you're weak." Benimaru simply watches, a flaming mop flying into his hand from somewhere. He rests it on his shoulder, just being support.
He smiles and puts the crushed pepper on it.
'Not an excuse." he says, pricing it through the chest.
He takes another bite
"Well whatever it was sounded like one." A ring of fire sprouts around them both, preventing them from running away if they wanted to.
Somehow the pepper made it better, like that one flavor scene in Ratatouille.
the Hunter smirks and kills the monster quickly.
His eyes widen again
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*She is a whopping height of 6'8. She be a tall sea oracle.*
She nods, looking over at Fetus. "He might be hurt."
He looks up at her, blinking a few times before nodding. "O-oh yeah." he does a quick diagnosis check on Festus. "Broken capacitor...I just fixed that..." he mutters.
She sits back down, drawing shapes in the sand, half listening.
"Oh, uh, pardon my rudeness. My name is Leo. Tinkerer Extraordinaire. Who might you be?"
She tilts her head back, her silvery jewelry glinting in the sun. "Leo.. like the star sign. The lion. The sign of courage in the tarot deck." She said, chuckling "I am Amphitrite. Star and Sea Oracle. A pleasure." She bows, her long scaled tail swishing.
He bows back, tapping his fingers with nervous energy. "Pleasure to meet you as well ma'am."
She produces a pipe from... Somewhere. It's made from polished shell. She lights it with a flick of her finger, exhaling light blue smoke that shimmers slightly. She passes it to him "Calm down dear, I'm not going to be mad at you not am I going to eat you. I'm not a siren after all."
"O-oh no. I have this condition called ADHD...it makes it hard to sit still." he says, fidgeting with some gears.
Rag is walking around town, an absolute giant compared to everyone else at 15ft tall.
Amphitrite watches Rag, smoking her shell pipe. Her black eyes track him carefully.
He's just walking around being a jolly giant, his axe at his waist, a broad friendly smile in his eyes. He looks at first completely human, until you notice the horns wrapping around his head, and the red scales all over his body in random spots.
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What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
“Well, anyway, they’ve been active lately, but I can’t trace them to any one world. It seems like they’re still not united, but that doesn’t exactly help in the short run.”
“What are your plans for this big guy then? Cleaning up the forest of monsters?”
"Ah..."
He shrugs. "Dunno."
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*She is a whopping height of 6'8. She be a tall sea oracle.*
She nods, looking over at Fetus. "He might be hurt."
He looks up at her, blinking a few times before nodding. "O-oh yeah." he does a quick diagnosis check on Festus. "Broken capacitor...I just fixed that..." he mutters.
She sits back down, drawing shapes in the sand, half listening.
"Oh, uh, pardon my rudeness. My name is Leo. Tinkerer Extraordinaire. Who might you be?"
She tilts her head back, her silvery jewelry glinting in the sun. "Leo.. like the star sign. The lion. The sign of courage in the tarot deck." She said, chuckling "I am Amphitrite. Star and Sea Oracle. A pleasure." She bows, her long scaled tail swishing.
He bows back, tapping his fingers with nervous energy. "Pleasure to meet you as well ma'am."
She produces a pipe from... Somewhere. It's made from polished shell. She lights it with a flick of her finger, exhaling light blue smoke that shimmers slightly. She passes it to him "Calm down dear, I'm not going to be mad at you not am I going to eat you. I'm not a siren after all."
"O-oh no. I have this condition called ADHD...it makes it hard to sit still." he says, fidgeting with some gears.
"Ah." She said raising a brow "Neurodivergent."
"What? What's that mean?"
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The Hunter spins his spear with one hand. "Oh, by the way, I'm partially blind. I'm always at a disadvantage." he says, moving quickly and jabbing his spear through the monsters neck.
"Wow....this is amazing..." he signs
"Ah, only the weak make excuses. And don't tell me you're weak." Benimaru simply watches, a flaming mop flying into his hand from somewhere. He rests it on his shoulder, just being support.
He smiles and puts the crushed pepper on it.
'Not an excuse." he says, pricing it through the chest.
He takes another bite
"Well whatever it was sounded like one." A ring of fire sprouts around them both, preventing them from running away if they wanted to.
Somehow the pepper made it better, like that one flavor scene in Ratatouille.
the Hunter smirks and kills the monster quickly.
His eyes widen again
The flames drop when Benimaru senses the dead beast "Nice job, 7/10."
Damian grins begin going into the kitchen, beginning to cook something.
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What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Rag is walking around town, an absolute giant compared to everyone else at 15ft tall.
Amphitrite watches Rag, smoking her shell pipe. Her black eyes track him carefully.
He's just walking around being a jolly giant, his axe at his waist, a broad friendly smile in his eyes. He looks at first completely human, until you notice the horns wrapping around his head, and the red scales all over his body in random spots.
She studied him for a moment before she shape shifts quietly. Black horns curl around her head like a crown, fluffy white wings sprouting from her back and wrapping around her shoulders like a cloak.
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𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
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*Any are fine.*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*i was joking*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
'Not an excuse." he says, pricing it through the chest.
He takes another bite
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Same difference."
"Not much. It's good for Killin monsters though."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He bows back, tapping his fingers with nervous energy. "Pleasure to meet you as well ma'am."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Well then. I think these are all of them.*
Grove is walking around confused on what time period it is.
Shinmon is flying over the town, standing on his flaming broom.
Damian is at his garden tending to the peppers with tender care.
Rag is walking around town, an absolute giant compared to everyone else at 15ft tall.
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
*Hmm. Sorry, my eye hurt all week and it's got me on edge.*
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
She produces a pipe from... Somewhere. It's made from polished shell. She lights it with a flick of her finger, exhaling light blue smoke that shimmers slightly. She passes it to him "Calm down dear, I'm not going to be mad at you not am I going to eat you. I'm not a siren after all."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Amphitrite watches Rag, smoking her shell pipe. Her black eyes track him carefully.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*gtg for a bit*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Well whatever it was sounded like one." A ring of fire sprouts around them both, preventing them from running away if they wanted to.
Somehow the pepper made it better, like that one flavor scene in Ratatouille.
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
"O-oh no. I have this condition called ADHD...it makes it hard to sit still." he says, fidgeting with some gears.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“Well, anyway, they’ve been active lately, but I can’t trace them to any one world. It seems like they’re still not united, but that doesn’t exactly help in the short run.”
“What are your plans for this big guy then? Cleaning up the forest of monsters?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
the Hunter smirks and kills the monster quickly.
His eyes widen again
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Ah." She said raising a brow "Neurodivergent."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
He's just walking around being a jolly giant, his axe at his waist, a broad friendly smile in his eyes. He looks at first completely human, until you notice the horns wrapping around his head, and the red scales all over his body in random spots.
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
"Ah..."
He shrugs. "Dunno."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"What? What's that mean?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The flames drop when Benimaru senses the dead beast "Nice job, 7/10."
Damian grins begin going into the kitchen, beginning to cook something.
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
She studied him for a moment before she shape shifts quietly. Black horns curl around her head like a crown, fluffy white wings sprouting from her back and wrapping around her shoulders like a cloak.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
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