Welcome to The Duality of Man, an original animanga role-play that features numerous supernatural creatures. Unfortunately, these various species have distanced themselves because of the war that occurred thousands of years ago, plaguing some with eyes that only see their dualism. While others meddle themself with their differences, two groups fight, each attempting to eliminate the other in for their definition of worldly peace. These two groups of the Terror Response Syndicate (TRS) and the Assembly of Phantoms (AP). With individuals fighting merely over their differences, it brings uncertainty to the outcome of this war.
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Summer 2024
Heat has broken through into a glorious summer. The snow has entirely dried through the spring, leaving to the brilliance of the warmer months. Terror activity has risen as people are brought out of their homes, leaving the TRS in a position of consistent work. Each are attempting to maintain victory in the endless struggle for power.
Since the wonderful members of TDOM enjoy the site enough to play around on it, this thread is to assist with the site's tidying! Functionality is important and we want to make the site functional even if its activity will be minimal at best!
With the snap of the latex glove hitting his wrist to the distant sound of a door opening and soon closing. The clacking of his shoes bounce off of the walls into the hushed atmosphere of the room that the poor unfortunate godfather had been assigned to. Their initial plans of meeting for the sake of him checking out their facility was cut short and the plan had turned into him coming in to get treated for an injury. It wasn't unusual for this to happen but still, was Maverick apart of the very small list of people whose his first meeting still ended up with him treating him. "Maverick?" He calls out as polite as he could possibly be. First interactions were important after all. The last thing he wanted to do was rub him the wrong way if he wanted to make this a successful deal.
He could make out the injury just slightly, judging from how he was holding his arm and the very obvious large gash coming into site as he moved in closer. "Sorry this couldn't go as we intended but how about we get started on cleaning this up?" He flashes his usual business-friendly smile before it drops shortly after he turned to go and retrieve the needed supplies. His smile said one thing but the train of thought going on within his mind was completely different. It was only a brief second but once his eyes lays sight on him he had to use every inch of himself to resist breathing heavily. To think that Maverick Bove would look like that.
He's grateful to the fact his back is turned to him. He knew he definitely had a look on his face that suggested the obvious attraction-- and yet... Steffan knew it'd be the opposite impression he'd want to make. His head shakes only a tiny bit as he sighs softly. The atmospheric sounds that chimes in are his hands rummaging to retrieve supplies and the occasional tick of the shitty clock within the room. "I will say... it's nice to finally put a face to your name, Maverick." It wasn't his first time dealing with this level of injury. It was one of the more harmless ones really. He didn't need to think so deeply but the distraction was very much needed right now.
Steffan made a mental checklist; He needed a few strips of gauze and some antibiotic ointment. Perhaps a bandage depending how much of it he could heal. Steffan possessed the ability to heal but he had his way of doing things. He preferred to stopping the bleeding and then apply some healing ointment naturally before he'd use his powers. It typically healed faster and preserved some energy for him to treat other patients. "I did notice some of your men suffered greater injuries than your own but I can assure you my doctors will be able to treat with with ease." He didn't need to be the one to treat this since it was so minor but Steffan felt it was only natural to be the one to treat the godfather himself on his first visit.
With the gauze in hand did he turn finally turn back around to face him. He didn't need to warn him since the man was quite strong so he went on ahead and held the gauze to his arm. The first step was to stop the bleeding and that in itself would take a couple minutes. This allowed for him to get much more of a better view of the attractive man before him. His eyes did wander while he forced a friendly smile.
WON'T LET YOU BRING ME DOWN! I'M A COLD-HEARTED KILLER HERE TO GET MY WAY NO MATTER WHAT YOU SAY! I'VE GOT A GUN IN MY HANDS AND I'M PREPARED TO GO BANG! NO HESITATION! I'M A MURDERER, A SMUGGLER, A THIEF AND A LEADER! STEP DOWN, THE REAL KING OF CRIME IS HERE!
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[attr="class","maverickspeaks"]Wayward conclusions to his criminal endeavours was nothing Maverick Bove was a stranger to. In frankness, he grew adjusted to the unpredictability of his occupation and allowed it to carve him into a nasty foe. A criminal capable of thinking on his feet without prompting was resourceful and capable by all regards. A simple meeting suggested sour tones as Maverick's attendance was demanded. While he obeyed the whim of those fools, when the fighting broke out, he was prepared. The thick sense of gunfire as bullets escaped the lips of silenced weapons, it was all familiar to him.
Alas, amidst the crazed crossfire and their enemies being strategically cut down by a well-placed group of spotters who infiltrated the outer wall... things turned dicey. At one point, somebody opened fire on him, his arm victim to the biting sting of a bullet passing through. In the pain, he nearly dropped his weapon, although, whether or not he accomplished the foolish action mattered naught given the man received his dues a mere seconds later. Nonetheless, his injury created a grim, albeit, silent panic around his associates as they hastily fled the scene.
Some cloth was tightly wrapped around his arm as they drove off, everybody fleeing the evening scene like rats. They would flee to the set-up described by Steffan, meanwhile, the manor would be hastily set ablaze. There was quiet discussion through their drive, his workers exchanging words as they narrowed down the location. A few of his associated faced wounds greater than his, the vehicle effectively being used as an "ambulance" for all extensive purposes. People groaned and whined around him as soft shouts of 'Stay with us' echoed inside the vehicle.
They pulled into a nondescript location in the coastal area as described in the directions. Shuffled in with haste were the more injured, Maverick taking up the rear with his meagre arm wound. The unexpected early visit came after the brutal calls of bullet hail. Everybody was organized, and Maverick was escorted to a room in the facility used by the doctor he spoke with in regards to the medical changes. Upon his entry, he was taken to the examination table available inside. He sat upon it, wishing for nothing more, than to light a smoke and lighten the edge.
Perhaps in his injured confused, he failed to notice him or he entered later, but the satisfying snap of a latex glove rang through the retreating footsteps of his colleagues. The dhampir's eyes flitted to him, icy blue hues scanning over the slender twig of a man he was assigned to. Intrigue flared amidst them as he automatically analyzed him as his steps echoed through the silenced room. Through the years, Maverick met his share of attractive people, occasionally acquiring the lustful practice of a one night stand for his enjoyment.
Alas, few met the slender calibre the doctor before him represented. Long legs emphasized by a pair of short shorts drew the dhampir's attention. Those slim thighs followed by thin legs, he enjoyed the sight curiosities filling his mind. As he mentioned cleaning up, Maverick nodded slowly.
"Will say, nobody told me how hot you were though," the godfather mumbled out.
When the man turned away, Maverick observed him, admiring, unaware of the attraction. Carefully, he watched him, not caring if his attractions towards the dark-haired bespectacled man was. Already, his mind lingered on those libidinous thoughts creating those mental pictures, inappropriate in nature. The following words led Maverick to a conclusion, the man in front of him was likely Steffan Dirks, the man he spoke with in regards to the healing.
"I'm assuming you're Steffan, then?" He inquired softly.
A vague mention of the assessment of his remaining men echoed in his ears. Grimly, the godfather nodded at Steffan's words, agreeing with the damages. Wounds were common among the criminal world, especially given his high-standing position in organized crime.
"Yeah, but not many choices," the godfather gave a soft sigh followed by a shrug.
These matters were concerning, however, Maverick accepted the consequences of the actions taken. For now, what mattered was assuring everybody's states of injury improved. His being among the less dire in comparison to his many mob members. Quietly, Maverick awaited for the medical attention he would receive. His eyes observing the man's return to him, admiring the way his hips mode and his body acted. He enjoyed it...
The last thing he had been anticipating to come out of the mouth of a man who should've been focusing his thoughts on much more important matters like the convenient fact a handful of his men had been hurt but instead did Steffan get a nice ear full of the comment on his appearance. It made him snort out of amusement while his head tilted slightly and shook back and forth. Steffan couldn't help but wonder of all things for Maverick to have said to him, this was one of the last things he anticipated. He had prepared to be as serious as he possibly could've, wanting nothing more to make a good lasting impression on the man before him and yet... he hits him with that one before he could even get to bandaging him. "It's not the first time I've heard this." Steffan acknowledges what he says but said nothing more to encourage it. "Though the answer should be obvious... what I look like isn't of importance when it comes to treating the injuries or confirming the safety of your men, no? Me being... as you said "this hot" really cannot do a thing for them."
He turns to flash a smile, pausing from the comment he had been making. His hand been holding down the gauze for sometime now and slowly had he pulled it away. The bleeding had stopped as he hoped so now all that remained was to treat it. "So that's why nobody brought it up." Steffan might've been thinking about how mighty-fine Maverick was sure... but if he gave in so easily that would give him a bad look. Steffan hadn't even confirmed the deal so last thing he wanted to do was let some attraction come in the way of ruining perfectly good business. If he persisted with this flirting within the future perhaps would he act on a comment or more later on.
For now? Steffan was going to smile through it and politely shoot him down as much as he could. "Mhm... you guessed correctly. I'm happy to finally meet in person."
The nephilim's head did nod slowly upon hearing his words. The godfather hadn't much choice but to go to him which was true. It gave him the opportunity to prove himself directly to the person he'd wanna impress. "You did select the right one, coming to me was the very best choice." It's words spoken with confidence as his hands continued to move. The next thing to do was guarantee the gash wouldn't infect. Steffan walked away from Maverick silently, his foot stepping down on the trash can pedal so it may open and that was where he tossed the bloodied gauze. He turned around, eyes glancing along the cabinets recalling where he last had the antibiotic stored... until it hit him. Truly, this wasn't intentional but his eyes peered at the lower cabinet door. He had no option but to retrieve the antibiotic from the cabinet below which in turn meant bending down and giving the Godfather quite the view.
He already felt his gaze on his back so there was no doubt that he surely would be watching much like a starving crow with eyes on it's prey. Or so... that's what the nephilim assumed at least. Steffan ripped the bandage off and got straight too it- bending down after having opened to cabinets to retrieve the antibiotics. "I will say I'm glad your injury was as small as this.. It gives us a chance to have a nice conversation, don't you agree?" He was soon back to his feet, his legs closing the doors with a click as he dabbed some of the antibiotic onto a nearby swab. It was no more than a few seconds later that he returned to his side to apply the antibiotic to the wound.
WON'T LET YOU BRING ME DOWN! I'M A COLD-HEARTED KILLER HERE TO GET MY WAY NO MATTER WHAT YOU SAY! I'VE GOT A GUN IN MY HANDS AND I'M PREPARED TO GO BANG! NO HESITATION! I'M A MURDERER, A SMUGGLER, A THIEF AND A LEADER! STEP DOWN, THE REAL KING OF CRIME IS HERE!
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[attr="class","maverickspeaks"]The pulsating sting of his gash muted as Maverick's attention shifted from the wound and onto the medical professional tending it. Through his years, Maverick Bove was renown for his share of one-night stands or casual flings. Lust left an itching for an alternate type of attention, therefore, he feasted upon the libidinous intrusions when possible. Dancing beneath the sheets eased off the edge caused by intense missions, furthermore, the godfather was the type to discover gratification in those interactions.
Flings accompanied by the burn of a cigarette summoned well-needed easement with his high-stakes lifestyle. Around every corner could be the anger-twisted face of an enemy or the flash of metal being propelled out a gun barrel. Danger engulfed his life, never-ending as people wished to snuff out another malefactor. RCMP investigated for leads to lock him into Lorsette Penitentiary meanwhile fellow lawbreakers desired to place a bullet inside his brain. Though in frequency he searched for those emotional highs to block out the downtimes.
However, Maverick's genuine attention locked onto Steffan with ease. The man's small body was desirable for the dark-haired godfather. The showcasing of his legs gracefully leaving the holes of the short shorts and framing of his slender, almost stick-like body kept the lustful man's eyes stationed on him. Occasionally, Maverick spouted out random admiration in hopes something would stick. Praying he could persuade somebody into his bed for a night of meaningless adult entertainment. Though, gazing over the bespectacled doctor... Maverick found himself craving.
The response he received from Steffan was not entirely favourable, however, not hopefulness. Rather than freeform putty in his calloused hands, the doctor cleverly danced around his words with an intellectual grace. The compliments failed to be hit back, but rather, were defused with the reasons for being uninformed mentioned. Appearances were not of value when searching for medical staff. Rather, their talents and ability to maintain secrecy valued above the superficial pretenses Maverick used to flirt.
The godfather's brow lifted at the smartly devised response to his comment. A challenge existed here. One designed to be fixated around a skinny man he found physical attraction in and the beginnings of mental. The intelligent way he shoved away his comments instead of bowing to the magazine attractiveness of muscles was endearing. The flash of a smile was returned with a gentle smirk. If Steffan was fishing for him, Maverick was already biting with the man's clever responses. Pressure was placed on Maverick's wound, a gentle pain similar to poking a bruise being maintained in his arm.
Alas, the godfather hardly batted an eye at the sensation. Years of working in the criminal business made Maverick no sucker to pain and he showcased it with grace. At most, a brief grimace crossed his countenance, entering the limelight for a meagre second before being vanquished.
"I see," he responded to the banter, chuckling slightly. "Hope you know that doesn't change the fact that you're fucking hot."
In respect of the bespectacled doctor, Maverick made no physical advances. The dark-haired man appeared capable of tolerating his flirting, however, the last thing the godfather desired was to lose another doctor on short notice. The dhampir's guess was confirmed by the doctor as he admitted to being Dr. Steffan Dirks; the man he was originally texting about the change in medical care.
"You don't need to tell me that. You are some serious eye-candy," the dhampir smirked flirtatiously.
From his position on the medical table, Maverick observed the attractive doctor walk away. Eyes of an ice blue hued observed the movements of Steffan's body. The way his hips carried, the swing forward of his legs and of course, the man's bottom. Though certain features possessed a limited view because of the lab coat hanging around the thin man's shoulders, Maverick enjoyed the worthwhile view. Though, the jubilee in his observations was increased as the doctor was forced into a position to bend down for something.
A golden view of the man's assets was given in a single action. The godfather's eyes lustfully gazing over his lower features without hesitation. The action was entirely inappropriate, however, Maverick's lustful side failed to resist the allure of Steffan's slender frame. As the man stood and turned, the dhampir's eyed remained fastened on him, refusing to back down to the thoughts of possible judgement. He found the doctor attractive and he desired him to become aware of his high-standing opinions on his appearance.
"I'm not about to complain," he answered. "I think it would be good for us to get to know each other better."
The sentence was graced with flirtatious connotations masked beneath a straight face and a semi-serious toned voice. He watched as Steffan returned, antibiotics in hand.
"How long have you been a doctor for?" The dark-haired man inquired.
Based upon the previous reactions received, Maverick was guessing Steffan wished for a connection before going any further with somebody. Thus, the godfather planned on providing the doctor with his desires. The interest he gathered after watching Steffan move was overwhelming, leaving Maverick to fall. He would respect physical boundaries, however, in his mind, there was a clear picture of what he wanted with the doctor and it involved a bed with lack of clothes.
He couldn't control the faint snort and followed chuckling that came out of his thin lips upon hearing that comment. His head swayed with his laughter as an amused smile remained in the place of what had just been laughter. Compliments were always a welcomed gesture but to the level Maverick had been giving to him... the point of what he had been trying to get across was already loud and clear without much further explanation. "Mmm I do appreciate the kind comment but I don't need the reminder of the fact." He embraced his attractiveness, not to a severe point of narcissistic behavior but enough to where confirming it would be okay.
"You're still not finished?" He speaks much more loud and clearer than he had prior to now. It was cute the first few times but truly Maverick had to be done with his thirst... right? A light stern tone of voice should be enough to tell him to cut it out without actually needing to say the words he hoped. With the swab in hand did he began to make very gentle touches to apply the antibiotic. When it came to healing, he always followed a similar method of treating an injury. Getting the bleeding to stop, making sure it's cleaned up and not in any risk before his ability came into play. For countless times of having to treat others had he been able to learn that it made the process all the more faster to complete. Cleaning up wounds sped up the process of healing his ability would do, depending on the severity of the injury he might've been able to heal it completely.
Luck appeared to be on Maverick's side given how less severe his injury was in comparison to the usual he'd see. So the injury being treated in full within their session was definite. Soreness would linger but that should be expected. He tossed aside the now dirty swab into the nearby trash. "How long you ask?" Time had blended in for him and eventually... he focused on much more important current things than how long he had been working for but the question being brought up had made him pause to reconcile how far he's come. The thought for once puts a smile on his face as his hands moved to hover over his injury. A deep inhale is taken in as he activates his healing ability. "Since I pretty much got out of highschool... so 9 years? I was fortunate enough to get picked up by someone who wanted to make something of me."
Not that Maverick would know any of the greater details beyond what he'd share but going over those thoughts were pleasant. If he hadn't shifted interests he might've still been in some kind of shitty gang whether or not it had been Scarlett Ghosts. "It's not as admirable or long as some of the doctors you could've find but I've definitely poured my all into becoming what I am today." There were still things he'd argued he could learn and Steffan always took proactive steps towards learning. His head tilts downward as his concentration shifted into focusing on healing Maverick. His voice wasn't as clear as it once been but a soft mumble of a question left his lips. "And you? How long have you been a godfather?"
WON'T LET YOU BRING ME DOWN! I'M A COLD-HEARTED KILLER HERE TO GET MY WAY NO MATTER WHAT YOU SAY! I'VE GOT A GUN IN MY HANDS AND I'M PREPARED TO GO BANG! NO HESITATION! I'M A MURDERER, A SMUGGLER, A THIEF AND A LEADER! STEP DOWN, THE REAL KING OF CRIME IS HERE!
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[attr="class","maverickspeaks"]Ringing against his ears were the clear hints dropped by Steffan. Lust was heard in the form of his consistent complimenting, however, the attractively slender man was finished hearing his admiration for his body. The strength of his coming onto Steffan was beyond what many would consider appropriate. If anything, he was fortunate the doctor decided to tolerate his lust until now. The message was received, the godfather's eyes admiring the dark-haired doctor for moments longer before fixating onto his face.
He would resist the urges stirring inside of him for not alienating the bespectacled man from him. The slender doctor held standards, and it was an admirable trait. Furthermore, he accepted the attractive nature of his body, exhibiting respect for his stunning features. His flirtatious attempts of complimenting the doctor's body were evidently getting him nowhere with the intelligent man. Thus, he turned it down, opting to fixate on learning more about the bespectacled man. His eyes flitted at Steffan as a cotton ball was brought close.
Delicate dabs against his skin were greeted with a slight shiver as antibiotics tickled his flesh and grew cold from the air. The slightest sting entered his would as the wound received its well-needed cleansing. He knew the soft tinges of pain were necessary to thwart any infections or dirt. The tickling of liquid on uninjured skin was noticed, however, ignored by the godfather. The man's compliments shifted into attempts to manifest some type of connection with the doctor. A simple question was given thought as Steffan seemed to rake his mind for an answer.
He nodded when the doctor confirmed the question. The swab was tossed away, filthy with blood from the injury. The provided explanation as Steffan continued working was intriguing. While not being a long practitioner of the medical arts, the man entered the field straight out of high school. Astonishment flickered in Maverick's eyes, showing how impressed he was with Steffan's studying history. Even as the man shifted things, stating it nothing long or admirable, the godfather could not agree.
"I argue it's still impressive. You're young, but it sounds like you were determined to work in medicine. Determination can be an admirable trait in itself," the godfather argued gently.
The inquiry about his own history with his occupation brought a soft 'hmm' through his lips. There was little impressiveness with his work history. Rather, he had been godfather for a short time and trained for the occupation at that.
"Four years," he started. "My father and uncle stepped down after being injured. Since I was trained to be godfather, I took the chair. It's nothing that interesting. I was built up by my father to take this position, it's nothing like yours where you built yourself up."
As the eldest, Maverick Bove was thoroughly trained in the art of crime. He was prepared for the moment he would rise to take over the position as godfather of The Ravagers and thus there he stayed.
Steffan let out a low chuckle with the shake of his head. "Calling it determined feels a little off." There was no denying the consistent efforts he put into learning medicine. How hard he struggled and even at times came to giving up but never would he had let himself do that. "It was more so the desperation I had been in that point of time." A pause. wondering if his next words would be wise considering the occupation man of the besides him. "No offense to you but at the time I had been nothing but a pesky thug who's life involved crime."
"I had nothing to fend me from harms way. Just a rowdy bunch of stupid teenagers making stupid decisions... and well that scared the shit out of me." His shoulders shrug. "So I used my natural born gifts to my advantage, not having the luxury of being born to a financially stable family I pleaded until I came across my mentor who taught me." Steffan wasn't sure why he felt compelled to share but something about accepting the compliment so readily was difficult. He definitely earned his place here but never did he see it was something he worked for.
"Mn? See now you can't go and say that to me but say something along the same lines." He teases as he flashed a grin. "It's definitely their influences but you also put in the work." Steffan comments his sincere view on the matter. "Otherwise, would you be here now? You've long succeeded being something your family trained. " It wasn't his father or uncle forcing his hand to step up here. He's already done so much that they didn't. Look at where he was now for example- making a deal with him. "This is the fruition of your efforts, Maverick."
Steffan's hand drew back from the injury, as he moved to grab begin wrapping the arm in a spiral bandage. It had healed nicely but this had been a precaution in case Maverick did anything which would cause it to re-open. "It should be good now as long as you don't do anything crazy with the arm." Steffan mumbled. "Rest it and don't be foolish. It shouldn't take long to heal- maybe a few days if you properly rest? A week if you do anything strenuous with the arm."
Steffan gives some space between the two of them as he began to clean any other mess up he failed to clean. "I'm happy to have been able to finally meet you, Maverick." His head turns back as a free hand pointed to the door he could exit from. "I should probably get to helping the others out but it was important that I personally treated you. I wanted you to know how serious I was hoping this partnership of ours would follow through after all."
WON'T LET YOU BRING ME DOWN! I'M A COLD-HEARTED KILLER HERE TO GET MY WAY NO MATTER WHAT YOU SAY! I'VE GOT A GUN IN MY HANDS AND I'M PREPARED TO GO BANG! NO HESITATION! I'M A MURDERER, A SMUGGLER, A THIEF AND A LEADER! STEP DOWN, THE REAL KING OF CRIME IS HERE!
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[attr="class","maverickspeaks"]The dhampir's attention rested entirely on Steffan. The attractive man lured him in with his appearance and with promises of intrigue perhaps festering with further interaction, Maverick was willing to discuss. There were few who hard denied him, especially given the magazine beauty of his obtained muscles. Thus, the unique reaction to his flirting attempts left the dark-haired man curious about what the destination was. Curiosity flickered in the brown hues of his eyes as he listened to Steffan's words, only occasionally faltering to admire the slender nature of the doctor's body. It was difficult to resist given the physical attraction Maverick felt towards him.
The shove away from determination summoned a raising brow from Maverick. The godfather listened to Steffan's words as he replaced determination with a more accurate word, desperation. According to the bespectacled man, he ran out of promising choices that would lead him somewhere less dangerous and more stable than the thug lifestyle presented to him. There was a defined difference between calculated criminals to crazed teenagers attempting to gain favour and style points. Thus, Maverick easily avoided the realm of offence, if anything, Steffan's decision was common sense.
As much as teenagers acted up their abilities to others, they were nonetheless moronic teens attempting to manifest a tough-guy act. Near the end of Steffan's words, Maverick offered him a small nod in response. The doctor spoke volumes of truth, the comparison making it clear each action was out of necessity.
"I can respect that. Most teens are clueless about what they are getting themselves into," he answered.
As the nitty-gritty of the wound mending process reached its closed, Maverick felt Steffan pull away. The pristine white bandages arrived, being weaved smoothly around the godfather's arm. The sensation of their texture was noticed, the dhampir observing the process of Steffan covering his wound. Once tightened, the medical visit would end. The regular words were spouted by the doctor, Maverick quietly listening to the man's words. There was no time available to extend their conversation, especially with his men still requiring medical attention.
"Yes, thank you, Steffan," the godfather began professionally. "I'll have to text sometime when you're available. Anyways, I better let you return to your work."
After those words, Maverick slid off the metallic table, his brisk stride carrying him towards the door. For a moment, his eyes trailed over his shoulder, gazing at Steffan for a few extra seconds. The godfather exited the office glancing over his shoulder until somebody else entered and the door closed. The dark-haired man wished he could linger and catch Steffan in the aftermath of his work, alas, with the recent attack, he was required for planning. Quietly, with a group of men, Maverick made his leave, preparing to carry out his job as attended.
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