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There was a slight throbbing when I poked the area, the pain already growing although the color was still the ghastly, albeit lightish purple. I took a step back from the mirror, taking a step back before pulling my tank top down to the left even further, exposing more of the mark. I spun and shifted, turned the lights on and off, on and off- Testing the visibility of the bruise that sat just above my right collarbone, spreading up to my shoulder and part of my neck. Was it too dark? Too light? Could I pass it off as a past scar or even me being clumsy or would it seem like something else?

Shuddering and ignoring the thoughts, I pulled my tank top back on all the way, adjusting it; Higher, higher, higher- Until it covered most of the new bruise and the way my skin seemed to drape over my collarbone like clingy silk. I then pulled my shirt on, and a hoodie for good measure, letting the way they swamped my small frame be a nag at the back of my mind as I kept adjusting my clothes until they looked normal. Until I looked normal.

Normal. Relatively average. Not tearful, not scared- Because good girls didn’t get scared. Good girls didn’t scream, or cry, shout, put up a fight; And good little fucktoys certainly did not cry when punished.

No. I needed to look perfect. Because perfection was the only and the best thing to strive for.

Then, wiping my cheeks until they seemed to be relatively tear-free, I focused on the shuffling on the other side of the door. Focused on the way he moved, how he didn’t knock, didn’t try to open the door. Focused on my hand moving through empty space to unlock the door now that I was perfect. The second the click notified him that the door was no longer an obstacle, he rushed in as the door opened, and started inspecting me as though confused and unaware. Curious and taking the hint, I looked over his shoulder to see his mom looking over at me. She must have had one of her “Ah yes there are children” moments and come down to check on us.

The hands on me ceased to be as she beckoned for me as though I was a pet. And I obediently walked towards her, knotting my fingers in the pocket of my hoodie as I stopped in front of her, letting her sharp eyes pierce mine as she tilted her head like a dog.

Woof.

“Kayleen, are you okay?” She asked, as though me being in the bathroom for 30 minutes could be anything but not okay, “What’s going on?”

My mind flashed through thousands of answers- I did it again, I’m so stupid, I’m not perfect, I’m trying, please don’t hurt me, please don’t be mad, I swear on my life… -before I just grinned slightly and looked off to the side like any other aloof child would.

“Mmhmm-” I shrugged and looked back to her, “I just lost track of time, I guess.”

It was vague- a long-shot. Part of me hoped she would look past the cloth armor, see the bruise searing through my clothes and immediately know, save me from him- But the same part also knew that was impossible and she would never know. Never dig further than that.

“Hm…” She looked past me into the bathroom before looking towards the staircase, obviously itching to get back to her life, “Just...be careful, okay? Pay more attention and try not to be so worrisome, yes?”

I went to respond but she was already heading up the stairs, smiling and waving before disappearing from view. A sigh had barely escaped my mouth when hands creeped up my back and onto my shoulders, squeezing lightly and causing a small part of me to crack at the pain it brought. Those hands dragged me backwards, a body of warmth holding me close, sucking my heat and pressing against me tightly. I was spun around as he grabbed my face with one hand, fingers squeezing my cheeks as he moved my head up to look at him, eyes full of scorn and weariness as a small smile crossed his face.

The tiniest nod gave his approval of my damned lie.

“So…” He pursed his lips and looked more intensely at me, as if the words had clogged up in his throat as a test to see if I knew what to do next. And no way was I 🤬 up. I couldn’t risk it after that.

“I’m sorry. It was wrong of me to ruin my body and eat like that; Next time I’ll remember. It won’t happen again.” The words sounded like an actor rehearsing for a scene in a play; Recited, stiff, repetitive. Part of me hated saying those words but there was no way I could risk punishment for not staying skinny.

His smile said the same thing as his other hand cupped my cheek, eyes glinting approvingly as he leaned in for a kiss.

“Good girl.”

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Fear. That moment when you and your brain freeze up, confusion raging alongside every other emotion that could incapacitate you. Memories. Your brains way of saving something for later; Good, bad, nightmarish, dreamlike- Anything that could be important for later. Not the bland ones, though. Anything that was too boring was erased, something you could never quite recall although you felt it lingering at the edge of your mind.

That’s how that day started years ago; Just another day I wasn’t expecting to remember. After the hectic week of finals preparation and test-taking, that’s exactly what I was hoping for.

Walking into my room after the bus had dropped me off, my mind had wandered to games, sleep- everything I had been missing out on with school’s final week. However, now that I was home I could finally, finally just relax, let my tense self be normal for a little bit as winter break loomed ahead.

Flopping down onto my bed, my eyes skimmed over my Korn poster, the frayed edges with bits of purple spray paint splattered from when I had graffiti’d the slanted walls of my room. To the left of that lie a window I hadn’t been able to open since I was able to walk. Beyond that lay an awkwardly placed shelf on the wall holding knick-knacks ranging from an old polaroid camera I’d had for a few years, to the fortune teller my closest friend had made for me. Its’ paper was already worn to a lightish brown, the crayon colors smudged around and ripped. Its contents were but a few numbers, opening up to a few simple and generic “fortunes”: “You’ll be homeless one day in the future”, “You will get a dog”, “Food is about to appear”- The only things that didn’t make sense among the old-school clutter were “Your friend is going to kill you” and “The disease is coming”. Both ominous, both cheesy.

With a sigh I looked up to the triangular ceiling, tracing every crack that sat there, boredom tracing every breath. In, out, in out. When the breathing didn’t bring anything new, I had pulled my phone out, the 15-character password giving me a minute to think about what to do. The second my screen was clear I went to my apps, clicking TikTok, waiting for the logo to load ad bring me some type of entertainment.

It worked, for a while. Watching the memes, dances, “confessions”- Everything was in a world of its own. And refused to break into my mind.

Still bored, I sighed and turned my phone off, throwing it under my pillow. If that dumb app couldn’t bring me some level of anything, nothing could. Tired of feeling like I was dreaming or in some weird hotel isolation show, I layed down, wrapping my arms around my pillow and laying on top of it, not bothering to kick my shoes off, or pull a blanket on.

Sleep came on quicker than expected, my dreams bland, although not any less haunting. Bright colors were just out of my periphery whilst I sat on an invisible stool in a darkened room. The only light there was dull and flickering, spotlighting the fortune teller in my hand. Without thinking I seemed to move and get to the two weirdest solutions, the dream suddenly getting really loud before a quiet fell and I could see nothing.

Moments later I sat up, a cold sweat frosting my forehead, and I realized hours had passed. My window with its partially closed curtains gave the feeling of transforming into dusk with its darker pink light and rays of gold running across the sill. My heart slowing, I turned to my digital alarm clock, reading the 5:43pm on the blue numbers. Sighing, I pulled my phone out from under my pillow, brushing the slight lint off of it and pressing the button to turn it on.

Nothing showed up and after a few minutes I realized it must have been dead.

🤬.

Plugging it in, I walked out and downstairs, half-expecting to see one of my parents there, but neither of them were. Fitting, both of them having full-time jobs and better things to do.

I walked into the living room to turn the tv on when my stomach growled, a threat directed at me to get some food. I redirected, focusing instead on the tv in the kitchen, scrounging for something to satisfy my hunger after turning the tv on. A few moments of silence and clinking later and I had my cereal ready to go. Just as I put the spoonful of food to my mouth, an alarm blared through the tv, the volume high enough to startle me enough that I made a mess.

Cursing under my breath, I went for a towel before seeing what the television said:

URGENT MESSAGE

Without a second thought, I backed up and sat back down at the island, curious as to what could be so important that it was being broadcast over anything else. Within moments, a bright red screen appeared, a loud beeping sound following not too far after. Recovering from the high-pitched noise that rampaged my ears, I took a deep breath and looked up at the newscaster. Her blonde, frazzled hair seemed to move as though a slight breeze rushed through the room, accentuating the way she seemed to almost be deteriorating before the watchful eyes of her audience- her cheeks caving in with every moment, eyes sinking, mouth crumbling as though she were going through starvation and dehydration all at once in a process that had been speeded up. Although the rest of it all was scary, what was the most worrisome were here eyes- Frantic, blurred, unfocused- Although it was clear she knew what she was doing it looked as if they had dragged in a leper from the street and dressed her nicely to give her little report.

“Your immediate attention is needed,” She spoke, voice clear although a bit strained, as though something were choking her, “Please listen: This message is urgent and could save your life.”

She didn’t sound professional- My mind had wandered back to last Saturday night when the news anchor was a clean, orderly person, their voice steady, unwavering, and clipped. In comparison to the freak on th tv now the contrast was stark, sharp.

“Earlier today police officials in downtown NYC had been investigating some disturbances in the area when a shocking discovery was made, causing the entire state of New York to go into lockdown. We had received no word from the police or any other government officials until now. Go home. Grab your masks, seal your windows, lock your doors. There is a dangerous disease that originated in New York and is now spreading. What was just a peaceful town only hours ago has escalated and your town could be next. Do not open your door for anyone, and do not go outside. I repeat, trust no one, stay inside. Symptoms are inconclusive, however most affected seem to be overly tired before going into a rotting stage and dying in a crazed state. No one can pinpoint how long it takes and besides that, the most information we have is that it spreads easily. This is a serious announcement, stay-”

Her broadcast was interrupted by a shushed crackling sound. The screen seemed to glaze over just slightly, the area darkening and becoming somewhat foggy before it fell over, revealing a scene so horrifying my blood curdled, thrashed against my skin and froze in an attempt to get me to

R u n .

The woman’s face distorted further, bones jutting out at sharp angles as black, red, and moldy yellow pus spurted from the gashes, her eyes splitting open and darkening as longer, bigger ones appeared in its place, inhuman and frightening. Teeth broke through lips as though they were the gums, long, yellow, sharper than a sword at its best. Everything on her body was sharp, molting, rotten- death personified, and without warning she jumped at the screen, the camera cracking and lights shorting out before the tv went blank with the error message.

I shuddered, turning the tv off, unable to stand the sound any longer. It was all too much- Creepy af. I was getting up to put my almost-empty now-soggy cereal into the trash when a sound resonated from the living room. Three taps.

Knock knock.

Frozen with fear the sound continued, getting more urgent. Voices could be just barely heard, echoing through my mind before I let out a breath I hadn’t even realized I had been holding. Creeping. I crept towards the living room, grabbing the first item my hands could reach around- an umbrella. It was short, thick, and still a bit wet from yesterday’s trip to the store.

Perfect.

The voices were louder now that I was closer, and I recognized them almost instantly.

Mom- dad-

Relief swelled through my chest, and moments later before I even knew what I was doing I had opened the door, ignoring what the reporter had said. They both looked cold and scared. Traumatized. They rushed in, my mom holding my dad's arm as though everything were going to jump at them. I closed the door behind them, locking it before rushing towards them and hugging them. I then explained what was going on and they didn’t seem surprised, instead sharing glances with each other and looking back to me.

“Well, we’re going to find a way out of this, okay?” My mom said with a small, bleak smile.

I had nodded before feeling a twinge. Both of them looked...weird. It was then I remembered how I was heeded not to let anyone in- and here they were.

Suddenly their eyes looked hungry- malice glinting off the whites of their eyes. Their stares felt foreign and I couldn’t help the small sound that left my mouth- a mix between fear and aggression. It was if my instincts had kicked in big-time, forcing my adrenaline to rush faster, harder than before.

It wasn’t until I saw the fear in their eyes whilst ripping them up that I realized they weren’t the ones with the disease.

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gAY

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You were being ignored, again. Staring at the computer screen you waited for them to message, their icon popping in and out of idle-ness as they typed something to people other than you. You had sent the 3rd message this week and still nothing. Looking away for a moment a small notification sound was given" a message had finally appeared from them. Clicking on their name you saw...

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J e s u s

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Gays

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remus is a demon that kills random people.PNG

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Write about something beautiful...

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aaAAAHAHhhhhhhh

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Insta ~ eli.deathcallsme (dont question it- qnq)
Gmail ~ (pretty much the same thing as my insta)

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You feel eyes on you as you walk over to your mirror and begin taking the costume you wore today off, wiping whatever makeup was necessary off before catching a glimpse of something in the mirror. It was them. Again. Turning around you come face to face with the person who's been stalking you for over a year now. How does the interaction go?

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Good morning people :)

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OH BUT YOU CAN SAY HELL-?

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🤬 (testing the filter)

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Your OC and a character you love dearly go to a concert together. How does it go?

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The profanity filter's nice... I mean, yeah, people wanna curse but it's good that they don't and 🤬
I mean... it's helpful
Plus promotes better learning and speaking without a cuss word every moment or something

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I'm putting username ideas here-

"Like It or Not It's Time To Play A Game"
"Poison Birthday Cake"
"I Can't Decide Whether You Should Live or Die"
"Lock The Doors and Close Your Eyes, We're Going For A Ride"
"All You Gotta Do Is Say My Name"
"It's Not As If I've Lost My Mind"
"Beetlejuice is Sexy, Beetlejuice is Smart, BJ is a Graduate of Juliardt"
"That Was Possession"
"So he Wants the Perfect Daughter, I'll Lead That Lamb to Slaughter"
"Not Running Away"
"When I Was A Little Girl"
"I Told Her I Was So So Sorry"
"We Don't Remember a Boat in a Bottle"
"We Know You Loved it, We're So Sad it's Broken"
"I Was Told to Keep Their Secrets- And in Turn They'd Keep Mine"
"As I Got Older, I Got Dumber"
"Somebody Was Paid To Make It Go Away"
"Doesn't Matter Who Gets Screwed, Or Who Is Blamed"
"I Remember it So Clearly"
"As I Lay There Helplessly"
"I Saw My Parents, Hearing The News"
"Our Daughter, Judith? No, She Moved To Austin"
"(S)He's Always Been So 🤬 Independent"
"We Loved Her So Much She Felt Like Our Child"
"It'd Be Their Word, Only Their Word"
"I'm Not Gonna Pick Mercy"
Ya Like Jazz?
Mr_Over_Evillord
"Bite My Tongue(3)"
Join The Cult
Excuse Me, Sir, He Is A Prince

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(I wish it was Discord...only so I could @ everyone q-q'')

It's 8 in the morning and you head over to your local cafe, ready to grab a coffee when you come face-to-face with...

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Name: Eli or Elijah
Age: 14
Zodiac: Pisces
Sexuality: Panro Ace ~ Poly
Pronouns: he/they/it
Aesthetic: grunge, pastel based, and artsy based
Fun Fact: trans and taken by 2 people one is a highschooler (theyre in 9th grade)
Likes: pastel colors, drawing, reading, writing, listening to music and hanging out with friends and s/o's
Interests: art and music
Dislikes: annoying or unintelligent people, stupid comments- idk what else
Favorite Genre: music- rock and pop or rap
books- horror, fantasy and LGBTQ+ (regular or fantasy)

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I can see this- and now I've gotta write it or I'll feel incomplete /hj

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"Stealing" lyrics from songs for usernames is amazing sometimes

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Remus being all "I'm not ready, I'm not ready, I'm not ready!"

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Person A and Person B used to be best friends back in elementary + middle school, but once they grew up, they grew apart. Graduation was the last time they'd seen each other until about 5 years later when they both go to the same bar for the same reason- their partner cheated on them. On top of that, the other person was the one their partner cheated on them with. When they see that and find it out, chaos ensues.

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Y/n has been researching a group of serial killers because while yes, they murder, they also seem cool and you've always had a fascination with subjects everyone else found "gross" or "scary". One day y/n is driving to your work when someone appears in front of your car, causing you to crash. You black out for awhile and when you wake up, you're laying down on a couch you don't recognize. Staring down at you is one of the serial killers, the one you've been searching for the most recently. Fear strikes your heart as you begin to ask a question. What happens next?

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Self Promo can be for any self promotion you want to do- it doesn't have to just be for stories, jsyk

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Self Promo can be for any self promotion you want to do- it doesn't have to just be for stories, jsyk

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Tiktok- BiteMyTongu3
Ao3- Remus_Is_A_Blessing
Ao3 (2)- He_Had_It_Coming_System (it may be Sys)
Tumblr- (Don't remember the name atm)
Twitter- (Also need to find this, don't remember)
Instagram- Mr_Over_Evillord
Discord- Dukecifer ~HHICS~#0944

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Person A and Person B have been dating for almost 5 years. With their anniversary coming up, Person B decides to plan an entire day of fun and things that Person A enjoys. The more planning they do, the less time they spend around Person A, who is starting to get suspicious/worried. The day before the anniversary, Person A has had enough and tells Person B that they need to clear their head and leave for a bit. Person B is oblivious and when the next day comes up, they expect to surprise Person A, but low and behold...

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Leo
not gonna say, but im tiny (if ya know ya know)
saggitarius
idek
they/it/he (testing it out)
kidcore
i have 2 siblings
sleep
dr, omori, ddlc
yelling, caps
pastel stuff

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ℕ𝕒𝕞𝕖: 𝔻𝕦𝕜𝕖 (𝔻𝕦𝕔𝕜 𝕚𝕤 

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ℕ𝕒𝕞𝕖: 𝔻𝕦𝕜𝕖 (𝔻𝕦𝕔𝕜 𝕚𝕤 𝕒𝕝𝕤𝕠 𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕖)
𝔸𝕘𝕖: 𝕋𝕣𝕖𝕖
ℤ𝕠𝕕𝕚𝕒𝕔: ℂ𝕒𝕡𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕠𝕣𝕟
𝕊𝕖𝕩𝕦𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕪: ℙ𝕒𝕟𝕤𝕖𝕩𝕦𝕒𝕝 ~ ℙ𝕠𝕝𝕪𝕒𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕤~ 𝔸𝕔𝕖-𝕗𝕝𝕦𝕩
ℙ𝕣𝕠𝕟𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕤: ℍ𝕖/𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪/𝕀𝕥/ℝ𝕠𝕥
𝔸𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕥𝕚𝕔: 𝔼𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕔:
𝔽𝕦𝕟 𝔽𝕒𝕔𝕥: 𝕆𝕊𝔻𝔻 𝕊𝕪𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕞 ~ ℙ𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕤 𝕘𝕣𝕠𝕨 𝕠𝕟 𝕓𝕦𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕤
𝕃𝕚𝕜𝕖𝕤: 𝕍𝕖𝕣𝕪 𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕘 𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥- 𝕖𝕔𝕝𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕔- 𝕒𝕟𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕤
𝕀𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕤: 𝕊𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕊𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕤, 𝕄𝕃𝔹, ℂ𝕣𝕖𝕖𝕡𝕪𝕡𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕒, 𝕊ℂℙ 𝔽𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟, ℍ𝕒𝕫𝕓𝕚𝕟 ℍ𝕠𝕥𝕖𝕝, ℍ𝕖𝕝𝕝𝕦𝕧𝕒 𝔹𝕠𝕤𝕤, 𝕖𝕥𝕔
𝔻𝕚𝕤𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖𝕤: 𝔸𝕟𝕟𝕠𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘/&/𝕦𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕝𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕡𝕖𝕠𝕡𝕝𝕖, 𝕝𝕒𝕣𝕘𝕖 𝕒𝕞𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕜𝕖𝕤 𝕚𝕟 𝕘𝕣𝕒𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣, 𝕖𝕥𝕔
𝔽𝕒𝕧𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕖 𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕣𝕖: 𝔽𝕚𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟

"𝕀𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕒𝕟'𝕥 𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕚𝕥, 𝕡𝕦𝕥 𝕚𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕦𝕔𝕜 𝕕𝕠𝕨𝕟"

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alright, gays, go introduce yourselves

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Name: (Whatever you prefer to be called here)
Age (Optional):
Zodiac (Optional):
Sexuality (Optional):
Pronouns:
Aesthetic (Optional):
Fun Fact: (About you or otherwise)
Likes:
Interests:
Dislikes:
Favorite Genre:

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This is just here for introducing your fandoms into this area ig :)

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*accidentally hits my head on my desk*

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H e l l o t h e r e : )

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