CHAPTER ONE

 

NOTHING MUCH TO TALK ABOUT

Everything I hoped for, I thought would be fine. I was wrong. I promised never to untangle myself in love ever again nor ever even fall in love, but I was wrong. Neither will I believe I can never believe in love. 

To tell you the truth, I am just powerless against love or especially when my heart is broken, but Jesus has other plans through my oldest best friend Rehema. Dispatch that all this began on the most unthinkable and unbearable cold rainy day that late evening. 

"Mirserdicode?" She called. 

I turned around where I met face to face with a girl who I invited for a little tour of rainy Montana's Natural Forest. 

"All ears, Navidad. And what is the problem in that case? Besides, did you enjoy our dinner at the most expensive restaurant?" I chuckled. 

"Um, well, I did but let's break up, please? I do not love you anymore. Neither do I have any feelings for you, but I loved your best friend-!" Navidad paused. 

"My best friend? Huh, is that what you mean? And why didn't you tell me? Neither would I have fallen in love or have feelings for!" I shouted. 

"Unimaginable isn't it, Mirserdicode, my friend? And beg for your forgiveness but we truly are sorry. I mean I am sorry!" My trusted best friend discontinued it. 

"Touch me not you traitor! And how could you? All this time you have been going behind my back! How could you?" I shouted. 

"Mirserdicode, please. I am pleading with you to explain myself. I have mercy on me please!" He begged. 

"Enough! And would you just leave me alone? Neither do I need to see you both. And I hope you are both happy." I cried. 

"Mirserdicode, please, just try to understand. I truly loved-." Navidad stopped. 

After I walked away because I did not want to hear Navidad’s last sentence, I disappeared out of their sight within the silhouette's shortcut route of the rainy evening. 

I, Mirserdicode, twenty-six, cutest irresistible African from Congo man. I had curly noir hair, brown eyes, and was wearing a suit but I usually wear a long-sleeved white sweater, sweatpants though I do not sweat, and Nike shoes. 

Sunrise was perfectly wonderful, in a mega-gigantic mansion and enormous recording studio.  

My old friend and mentor were in her mid-sixties, a British African woman. She has a puffy amber haircut, and golden-amber eyes, and wears a mostly charming long skirt, Christmas long-sleeved red sweater, and normal shoes. 

Her maiden was twenty, the cutest irresistible gorgeous mixed Afro-British American woman. Has noticeably short noir hair, and brown eyes, and wears a mostly perfectly wonderful chores blue dress, long-sleeved coat, and sneakers shoes. 

Early that morning, g, a boy who had a deep crush on my mentor's maiden was a twenty-three, irresistible American man. He has a very professional haircut, and emerald eyes, and wears mostly a perfectly wonderful navy shirt, long-sleeved coat, and sneakers shoes walked into the studio with popcorn in his hands. 

“Morning, Ms. Murrells.” The boy who had a deep crush on my mentor's maiden interfered. 

“Christ. Man, Romeoville alert.” The maiden groaned. 

“Romeoville? Rude! And be nice please, girl. Morning, my boy.” Ms. Murrells, my mentor, laughed. 

“I am nice, Ms. Murrells. Just you know, he always gets on my nerves.” The maiden snapped. 

“Sure. I am sure it is very unlikely not nice to be that irresistible and gorgeous, Eden.” Ms. Murrells blinked. 

“I am. Forgive me for bothering you this early in the morning, but I was wondering if I would take you-.” The boy swallowed. 

“-Out? Not a chance Jordan. Would you mind telling me why?” The maiden interrupted. 

“Right, right. I want to hear it too, girl. I mean why are you rejecting his romantic proposal to go out?” Ms. Murrels asked. 

“I am deeply sorry to say this boy, but you are not the man I am looking for in my life. And right now, I need to focus on my musical passion. Forgive me if I have hurt your feelings but I am not just ready.” The maiden continued. 

“Seriously, my girl. Everything is perfect. I mean. Just listen to this angelic voice, girl.” Ms. Murrells blinked.  

My mentor switched on the recording song, and the song and its music roared downstairs in the music room. 

In my bedroom, the music was very loud, to the point where I did not have any choice but to wake up. 

“Jesus Christ. Man, the music is very overbearing. And I am wondering why record this early at seven a.m. in the morning? Christ!” I cursed to myself.  

I came out in the warmth of my blanket around six, I was writing down my new song when I was stopping the booming musical instruments below my chamber.  

I walked downstairs toward the musical room, and I found myself inside the studio’s enormous room with the rest of them. 

“Jesus. Seriously? Are you recording this early in the morning?” I continued. 

“Great! Look who has decided to show up himself. And he seems grumpy, I suppose.” Ms. Murrells asked. 

“Surely. I am grumpy. And why is the music recording this early in the morning? For crying aloud, I have a song project that I need to finish today. I want everything to be perfect for the Musical Festival Autumn.” I shouted. 

“Meaning at your school. And relaxed Misericorde, I am sure you are going to be a winner.” Ms. Murrells pleaded. 

“Excellent. And that is what I am afraid of.” I snapped. 

“Misericorde. Please, do be upset.” The boy with the crush panicked. 

“And would you mind telling me what is going on? I am sure you are not sweet and kind, it seems as if you are overwhelmed with nothing but rage.” The maiden asked. 

“Nothing much to talk about. And please the three of you could you keep the song on the low file? Perfect. I am going back to my room and completing my musical project.” I begged. 

Going further, my school began around nine a.m., therefore, I have time to carry out my masterpiece project. 

“Ms. Murrells? Could you please tell us why is Misericorde always overwhelmed with rage in his voice?” The boy asked. 

“Uh-huh, well, like he said nothing much. And can we leave it alone, please?” Ms. Murrells answered. 

“I see.” the boy sighed. 

“I supposed, boy, it must be terrible to talk about it. Even for Misericorde himself, Jesus.” the maiden answered.  

All three of them wondered about the cause of why I am always overwhelmed with rage. 

 

 

CHAPTER TWO

 

SIT ON THAT GOLDEN THRONE

After they continued to listen to Eden, the maiden's unidentified song silently. In my chamber where I sat on a chair and desk, I completed my song's lyrics. 

Around that same time, somewhere else in the mega enormous country kingdom of Meadowbrook, everything seems perfect in the village of Willow Meadow, while every morning like any other seems luminous. 

Meadowbrook is the most enchanting, breathtaking, and splendid kingdom in the European country.  I mean it as green pastures vibrant in life to all the cattle, sheep, and all kinds of grass-eating animals. 

The sun in Meadowbrook is not so hot as in Tucson, it is fine. This marvelous kingdom has four seasons, spring, summer, fall, and winter, and it falls in Meadowbrook. 

Engulfed by nothing but endless serenity, successful wealthy people's minds and the poor woke up that morning to do their different kinds of business. Some of them headed to their enormous mega-gigantic farm field near the freshwater river. 

In the silhouettes thickest longest natural trees forest, taller thickest bushes, and a steeping narrow and zig-zag route throughout the woods that led villagers to scoop in their jars, pots, and other water fillers for them to drink. 

Meadowbrook is the most enchanting, breathtaking, and splendid mega-gigantic, enormous palace engulfed and structured in luxurious white marble where the royal family stood on a huge pure golden pulpit.  

In the silhouette's thickest natural trees forest, taller thickest bushes, and a steeping narrow and zig-zag route throughout the woods that led villagers to scoop in their jars, pots, and other water fillers for them to drink. 

“Excellency. Seems as if everything is being prepared.” The man’s voice answered. 

“Right, right. And thank you for finishing everything fast, Rafael.” the woman answered. 

“Welcome, Excellency Elisheba.” Rafael thanked. 

“Sure, sure. Everyone, I am very thankful for your coming to my thirty-ninth grandchild's birthday party. And I am positively sure that my little girl has become a woman. Going further, I am sure she is ready now to be the next Queen of Meadowbrook. Without wasting our time as has been written in our traditional law book. I mean what to do with a royal girl who reached her teenage years? Till then, hit it, Rafael!” Elisheba announced. 

“Correct, Excellency. Ladies and gentlemen, I have represented to you the Crowned Princess of Meadowbrook, Nadege Meadow Ebenezer III.” Rafael called.  

All of Meadowbrook's people cheered for her arrival but when Eliseba discovered that her grandchild was not anywhere to be found. 

“Rafael?” Elisheba blinked. 

“Excellency. And I am truly listening carefully?” Rafael swallowed. 

“Would you mind telling me where Nadege is?” Elisheba gasped. 

“I had no idea where Nadege went,” Rafael muttered. 

“Jesus! Man, where is that girl?” Elisheba panicked.  

In another part of the palace at that same time, Nadege was watching a romantic comedy sitcom titled Prince of Peoria and was laughing hard and talking to her little monkey Miss Meads. 

“Rude! Meads? And please would be nice to Teddy.” Nadege scolded. 

“No, no, Nadege. Teddy is such a jerk! Can't he see Emil trying his best to be friends with him? And I am sure he is just taking advantage of him!” Meads insisted. 

“Relax. And could you just calm down, I am sure that he will realize Emil is his best friend.” Nadege sighed. 

“Huh-um, I hope so because Teddy is such a jerk!” Meads growled.  

Back to the pure golden pulpit, Nadege's grandmother was called unto her to come forward with worries. 

“Lads and gents, I present to you, Nadege,” Elisheba shouted. 

Elisheba scanned around once more after she had called her grans but did see her anywhere. 

“Rafael.” Elisheba continued. 

“Excellency.” Rafael nodded. 

“Please find Nadege and tell her to represent herself fast?” Elisheba pleaded. 

“Right away, Excellency.” Rafael agreed.  

Rafael rushed as his feet would carry her, Nadege was sitting in her favorite spot with her pet Miss Meads.  

To be continued, her favorite spot to sit as she enjoyed watching her favorite sitcom, was marble's luminous throne-like status. 

Excellency. There you are. Neither did I believe that I could find you at last.” Rafael continued. 

Both Nadege with her pet Miss Meads, turn around in the direction of the voice behind them and meet face-to-face with Rafael. 

“Rafa? Morning. And what is the cause of you hunting me down?” Nadege gasped. 

“Excellency, I am hunting you because have you forgotten what day it is?” Rafael asked. 

“Jesus Christ. I had forgotten that it is my birthday celebration!” Nadege panicked. 

“Right about that Birthday Girl! And for crying aloud how could you have forgotten about your birthday?” Meads scolded. 

“Meads seriously why did you tell me? And you might be right. Besides, it seems as if I am going to see the same old people again. Isn’t it too hard for my grandmother, the Queen, to allow me to go, you know?” Nadege whined. 

“Quit complaining and ran to the royal tradition presentation at once!” Meads roared. 

“Sure, sure. Relax, Meads!” Nadege swallowed. 

Nadege's groans were the most luminous engulfed in an irresistible gorgeous mixed Afro-British girl. Wearing a light grey suit skirt and coat, amber long-sleeved shirt, and noir leather shoes. 

She was a daughter of the pass-on royal crowned king of Meadowbrook, a great-great-grandson of Elisheba. He was European and her mother Sheba was African American gospel musician woman.

“All right, all right, I am going to Meads.” Nadege laughed nervously. 

Instantly Nadege arrived after Rafael, Elisheba who was worried sick about her. 

“Forgive me, forgive me. And I surely forgot that it was my birthday party. About the royal traditions too.” Nadege continued. 

“Happy that you could show up. And where were you?” Elisheba asked. 

“Huh, Mama, I was watching my favorite sitcom episode,” Nadege responded. 

“Meaning Prince of Peoria series, I supposed?” Elisheba nodded. 

“Correct. I was watching that.” Nadege responded. 

“Sure, sure, Nadege. Do you have speeches to tell the people of Meadowbrook? “Elisheba sighed. 

“Right, I have,” Nadege whined. 

“Excellent. Then break a leg I suppose.” Elisheba chuckled. 

Nadege marched up in front of the golden pulpit. 

“Morning, ladies, and gentlemen. Forgive me for my delay, but I wanted to say thank you for coming for my birthday. Though I must see the same old people, the same old place, and the same silhouetted oak tree woodland…” Nadege paused. 

“Correct, correct. I suppose that is a great speech, Nadege. And I suppose you must sit on that golden throne, please.” Elisheba answered. 

“Sure.” Nadege sighed. 

Elisheba led her grandchild toward the golden throne, and Nadege sat comfortably on the throne.  

  

       

   

   

 

 

CHAPTER THREE

 

I AM THIRTEEN 

 Her grandmother showed a crab in front of her. 

“Right Nadege. According to the royal tradition of Meadowbrook, you must give kisses to all the crabs, and that represents you becoming a teenager. Please, be careful that none of them pitched your lips.” Elisheba winced. 

“Jesus.” Nadege gagged. 

“Lucky I was not born in royalty for me to kiss crabs.” Meads laughed. 

“Harsh Meads! And kissing crabs is not very hilarious or a joke, sheesh.” Nadege hushed. 

“Quit whining, Nadege! Please, would you start giving smooches to crabs? Trust me, it is classic.” Meads scalded. 

All the rest of the guards, Nadege's grams, and Rafael snickered in laughter. Nadege signs as she took the crabs, and kisses, as Meads laughed even louder.

Dispatching that, Nadege was about to walk away to watch her favorite sitcom show, but Elisheba pulled her back down on the throne. 

“Hold your horses, girl. And it seems as if you have kissed the crabs of all the people of the kingdom.” Elisheba scoffed. 

Nadege's mouth dropped as she saw all the villagers with crabs in their hands raising them high. 

“Classic, man. I am surely going to smell seafood.” Nadege whined. 

“Wrong Nadege. Do you mean crabs' breath?” Meads laughed hard. 

“Even better, Meads.” Nadege scuffed. 

Meads cracked up laughing hard, and Nadege groaned with the rest of them snickered. Nadege, the little royal girl, smooched all the villagers' fish and was smelling fishy. 

“Man, Grams. Would you mind telling me who invented such a tradition of smooching crabs?” Nadege continued. 

“I have no idea, but the tradition came from your ancestors,” Elisheba answered. 

“Seriously?” Nadege blinked. 

“Lucky me that I was born into royalty, but I must face a tradition where I have answered hundreds of questions. I mean about how long I have known your oldest grandfather etc.” Elisheba chuckled. 

“Meaning Grandfather?” Nadege asked. 

“Right, Nadege. Uh-Huh, that is awesome. I feel so bad for you.” Elisheba answered. 

Nadege stood up on the throne with disappointment on her face and walked away toward the palace, but Elisheba saw her disappointed facial expression. Nadege was standing at the huge entrance of the palace when Elisheba walked up to her. 

“Something wrong, Nadege. And you can fool me child because I raised you ever since you were little.” Elisheba urged. 

“I am Fine, Mama. I mean not fine; I appreciate everyone attending my birthday party. And according to Yom Huledet a Hebrew tradition of a boy or girl from royalty birthday, is allowed to go outside a new place. I am sure it is forbidden for me to go, right?” Nadege sighed. 

“Correct. And what if something menacing happened to you, I will never forgive myself. Going further, you are the crown princess for crying aloud!” Elisheba pleaded. 

“Great! Mama, you do not need to remind me of that. I know I am crowned but I came here to give a smooch to fish.” Nadege groaned. 

“Classic, Nadege. Classic.” Meads laughed. 

“Quiet down, Meads. No one is talking to you.” Nadege scoffed. 

“Relax, Nadege.” Meads swallowed. 

“-As I was saying, seeing the same Meadowbrook people. I have, you know, the idea that I always feel lonely.” Nadege sighed. 

“Lonely? For a real child?” Elisheba gasped. 

“I am thirteen, please! I want to venture, Grams, meet and make new friends, and fall in love with someone not from Meadowbrook. I want to fall in love just like my favorite series character Teddy. Let me show you.” Nadege squealed. 

"Sydney. I have been in love with you for the longest time. I mean like in kindergarten",” Teddy said on tv of Prince of Peoria. 

Nadege sighed deeply and was waiting for her grandmother's response. 

Engulfed with an expression Elisheba was glancing down with sadness, neither could help her little girl be sad anymore or lonely. 

“Correct you might be, Nadege? And do you know what kind of foster family you are going to live with?” Elisheba asked. 

“I have found my mother’s family in a place called Montana, America. So, you do not need to panic about it.” Nadege responded. 

“I suppose. Montana, did you say? Wait, did you say your mother's family?” Elisheba asked. 

“Exactly.” Nadege agreed. 

“Huh, that name sounds familiar but anyway be careful. And you are going tonight, but I want you to make yourself unfortunate yourself. Make sure no one knows who you are, if you revealed yourself, I would have no choice but to summon you back home, understood!” Elisheba warned. 

“I understand, Mama. I will be unfortunate who I am. I will be careful.” Nadege muttered. 

“Marvelous. Quickly now. You cannot keep the boat waiting, suitcases are already in the boat, and please disappear out of my sight. And just be careful because boys are unsafe out there in America.” Elisheba answered. 

Nadege squealed in joyous, hugged her grandmother tightly, and rushed as her feet would carry her. Nadege squealed with excitement more as she left a joyous smile on her grandmother’s face who watched her disappear out of her sight through the darkness of night. 

On the maps of Meadowbrook, a red line showed Nadege discovering herself climbing a private boat for the first time. From the private boat to the private royal family airplane and always to Montana. 

Nadege, thirteen, was the most luminous engulfed in irresistible gorgeous mixed Afro-British girl. She has very curly noir hair and gray color eyes that any color can show through. She wears this time a white long-sleeved sweater, amber pants, and noir sneakers shoes. 

I was in my room that faces the stairs when Rehema walked into an enormous, huge-gigantic mansion studio as our guest. 

“Classic. Man, I am sure this is positively classic mega-mansion.” Nadege gasped. 

“Sure, classic. I cannot deny sharing an enormous mansion with a girl. And well, welcome to Montana.” Ms. Murrells answered. 

“I see. Are boys here in America unsafe? Neither can I wait to make new friends.” Nadege squealed. 

“Not quite. And right. And this is your favorite lucky day because it follows you upstairs.” Ms. Murrells responded. 

“Excuse me, Rehema, a boy? And it seems as if you are right. Christ! This is the best surprise.” Nadege blinked. 

Nadege followed Rehema upstairs, arrived at my door, and walked in after I answered come in. 

“Evening, Rehema. If this is about this morning, forgive me. Besides, who is she? And why have you brought a girl to my room?” I greeted. 

“I want you to be friends with my grandchild.” Ms. Murrells answered. 

“Grandchild? Rehema, I have no idea that she is a grandchild. I was just joking Misericorde. She is our new guest, a neighbor who is going to sleep.” I blinked. 

I saw Rehema, my mentor's first name, pushing the heavy white curtains to the right side, as my bed was on the left. 

CHAPTER FOUR

 

WELCOME TO MONTANA 

On the other side of my chamber, was another huge room with a queen size bed. 

“Pardon me? I have no idea if that room was there. In the same room, crying aloud, old friend.” I continued. 

“I know right, Misericorde? And my name is Nadege, would you mind telling me yours?” Nadege answered. 

“Huh. Misericorde, remember? And how could you forget that?” I blinked. 

“Right, right. Forgive me for that. I mean forgetting something like that very easily.” Nadege gulped. 

“Of course, that is fine. I am going back to my room. Though it is the same room? Before I forget, have fun. And welcome to Montana.” I sighed. 

“Uh-Huh, thank you very much.” Nadege giggled. 

I scanned around to see if I could help, but everything in her new room seemed to be in order. After I marched back to my king-size bed, I watched a sitcom on my phone before I fell asleep. 

“Misericorde. Um, are you awake?” Ms. Murrells called. 

“I am Rehema. And what is this time?” I responded. 

“I was hoping that you and Nadege would be the best of friends. I know that you never trusted girls ever again, but please I am begging you.” Ms. Murrells pleaded. 

“I will try. And I understand. No worries about it.” I sighed. 

Nadege heard our conversation though it was very exhausting, after that, she was sound asleep. Rehema bid me goodnight, I watched her whimpering in excitement and walked out of my sight.

I remained in my bed for moments, after that I turned off the light and fell asleep. Back downstairs in the music room, Ms. Murrells had earphones on and listened to Eden's song.  

Checking everything fine with her songs, switched ed off her recording, and went to bed. Around that time, when I was asleep, I have a terrible nightmare where I had an unimaginable dream where I saw an old man fleeing for his life. 

He was looking behind him as if something ravenous was chasing him.  

He was in his mid-seventies, with a bald head, amber-colored eyes, a muddy khaki hooded trench coat, noir pants, and his boots too were the same color.  

“Please, help. Help me I am begging you. And you must know who you are before you!” He cried. 

I saw legions of shadows coming in the question speed, bouncing toward him as he screamed in fright, and all of them vanished into smoke. I saw him wobbling endlessly unless he came to a complete stop, opening his eyes as a man seems different from not before and stood firm from the muddy earth. He swirled around to face my direction as he smirked maliciously. 

“My name is legion: for we are many.” The man answered in a disoriented voice. 

Followed by the unidentified man roaring viciously, whereas the swarms of universal locusts covered all of the earth. 

I woke up screaming, panting very heavily, and I woke Nadege too who came rushing into my room.  

“Misericorde. My friend, are you all, right?” Nadege interfered. 

I looked at my clock, and it was around seven in the morning. 

“Talk to me, Misericorde.” Nadege snapped with her fingers. 

“Huh, I am fine. And it seems as if nothing happened.” I stuttered. 

“Are you doing fine? Besides, screaming like that does not convince me that there is nothing. Tell me please why you screamed?” Nadege insisted. 

“Nothing much, girl! I just had a terrible nightmare. And would stop calling me friend, I can be friends with a girl like you. Please, just leave me alone.” I shouted. 

“Right, right. If you are fine and do not want to be my friend, you should say something. I am going to prepare myself for school.” Nadege widened her eyes in shock. 

Nadege left me alone, and went back to her room, in her bathtub to shower, and I did enter mine.  

After Nadege has done everything, she finds herself walking downstairs and finds herself in front of the huge counter. 

“Nadege. Man, girl you are up so early. And what gives?” Ms. Murrells asked. 

“Nothing much. I suppose I am too excited to meet new friends at school.” Nadege sighed. 

“Meet new friends at school? And why not here with my old friend Misericorde?” Ms. Murrells urged. 

“Seriously, Ms. Murrells. Misericorde does seem to be interested in becoming friends with me. I am sure he despised me.” Nadege refused. 

“Nonsense. Misericorde does not despise you. And here is breakfast. Eat up while it is still warm.” Ms. Murrells scoffed. 

“Correct and thank you very much. Hooh, this breakfast is delicious. What do you call this?” Nadege thanked. 

“Huh, well, it is oatmeal. Never seen it before?” I interrupted. 

Both Nadege and Ms. Murrells turned around in the direction they heard the voice and saw me. 

“Misericorde. Are you up early too? Right, I am. Sure, sure. And here it is, your breakfast.” Ms. Murrells answered. 

“Man, ooh, this oatmeal is delicious. Seems as if Nadege was right. I just woke up this early in the morning on the wrong side of the bed. Ready to go to school, are you?” I asked. 

“I am ready, Misericorde.” Nadege repeated. 

“Wait for a second. Misericorde, do not tell me that you are returning to school. Instead of doing it online.” Ms. Murrells asked. 

“Not anymore. I am attending high school officially! Besides, my backpack is in my locker at school.” I replied. 

“Exactly. And that is excitingly good news, Misericorde.” Ms. Murrells giggled. 

“Right. It is an excellent choice. Though it is going to be challenging to see you know what!” I sighed. 

Ms. Murrells snickered quietly as she watched us spend much of our time enjoying our breakfast. 

Later, we discovered ourselves marching through the entrance to Royale High School's hallway. 

All eyes were looking in my direction with the new girl. 

“My good Jesus. And what do we believe we have here?” asked the boy's voice. 

“Misericorde. Would you mind telling me what he is talking about?” Nadege asked. 

“Ignore him. And do you dare speak to him?” I repeated. 

“Misericorde, come on, man. I have no idea that you are still angry about this.” Nicodemus begged. 

“I am. Now would you leave me alone?” I responded. 

“Come on, you can be enraged forever.” Nicodemus urged. 

“Of course, I am! For the last time, I am pleading with you to leave me alone. Neither do I want to speak. Or that traitor of a girl.” I roared. 

“Meaning Navidad?” Nicodemus asked. 

“Classic, congratulations. Nice to mention her name. And what do you want from me, Jordan?” I ordered. 

“Nothing. I only want to be friends with your new friend here.” Nicodemus replied. 

“Nope, not a chance, Nicodemus.” I insisted. 

“Misericorde, are you serious?” Nicodemus blinked. 

“I am. Now out of my way. And come on Nadege. I am telling you. Never make friends with him, understand!” I snapped. 

“Right. I do understand.” Nadege answered. 

After that, I pulled Nadege by the hands, and we discovered ourselves in front of our lockers. 

 

 

CHAPTER FIVE

MISUNDERSTOOD 

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